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juniperskye · 2 months

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Stick to What You Know.

Sneak peek: Reader is asked to join the BAU by none other than Director Cruz himself. She is a child psychologist and Cruz thought she would make a great asset; it would seem though that Agent Hotchner doesn’t agree.

Aaron Hotchner x (Fem) Reader

Angst

Word count: 3134

Guys...I feel like this is shit, I wrote it in like 3 hours soo…. it’s not edited - please be kind. Requests are open and feedback is welcome if it's constructive!

Warnings: My blog is 18+, minors DNI, implied age gap, some language, one use of y/n I think, Hotch is a DICK in this for a minute (SORRY), reader has children, talk of dissociative identity disorder (in reference to a case), canon case talk/info, mention of murder (in reference to a case), Reader in a child psychologist, reader is friends with Director Mateo Cruz, implied death of Haley. I think that’s all, let me know if I missed anything!!

I do not consent to having my work translated or reposted to any other site. That being said I do not own the characters portrayed in this story.

You were so late. You were thanking the lord that you knew Mateo well from having previously worked with him, otherwise your lateness would probably come across as a lack of seriousness or appreciation for the strings he had pulled to get you here. And of course, being lost in thought while simultaneously rushing through an unfamiliar building had you barreling into a handsome stranger…or maybe a handsome acquaintance.

“I am so sorry!” You’d hurried out.

His large hands steadied you with a gentle but firm grasp on your arms. Your eyes glance upward to meet his.

“No worries, are you alright?” He offered.

“I’m good thank you. Wait, you’re Aaron Hotchner, I’ve sat in on a few of your lectures at the university.”

“I am, and thank you, I hope you were able to take something from them.” He blushed.

“I did, oh shoot sorry! I have to go; I am so late!” You said, speed walking away from him.

Aaron couldn’t help but watch as you walked away from him. And you couldn’t help but think to yourself that he was far more handsome up close.

After explaining your tardiness to Mateo, he led you to the sixth floor to officially meet your new team. The rest of them anyway.

“Mat, you told them I was joining right? I ran into Agent Hotchner, and he didn’t show any signs of recognition. And I told you I didn’t want to join a team who wasn’t ready and willing to have me.” You ranted.

“Yes I told him, you have nothing to worry about.” He lied. “You head down into the bullpen and meet the agents; I will go up and talk to Agent Hotchner.”

You nodded in agreement and made your way to Emily and Spencer. You exchanged greetings, and Emily took you around to meet everyone else.

“Director Cruz, what can I do for you?” Hotch asked.

“I have a new recruit for you. She will be starting today.” Mateo gestured toward the window.

Aaron glanced out, finding the beautiful woman from this morning standing amongst his team. Morgan must’ve tried to harm her because she threw her head back in laughter with the most beautiful smile. Why her? Why did she have to be joining his team?

“Why didn’t I receive her file?”

“Truthfully Aaron, I didn’t have it together. She and I have worked together on some classified cases. But I have a file here with some of her info. She specializes in child psychology which is something your team is lacking, I figured that she could work with your team on all of your child related cases, but then can occasionally consult with other teams should they need her expertise.” Mateo explained.

“Okay.”

It had been three months since then, and things had not been going well. You had gone on all but one case with the BAU since you’d started. Every single time, Aaron kept you at the local precincts, not allowing you out on any real field work – this was hindering your ability to do your job effectively. You needed to observe the unsub’s home and belongings and dumpsites etc. but he was denying you the opportunity.

The rest of the team had been nothing but welcoming, inviting you into their little family with open arms. None of them could have predicted that Hotch would ice you out the way he was.

Every time you offered a theory or statistic or any sort of information, Hotch shut you down. He would belittle you, constantly making you feel small, and he purposely called you agent instead of referring to you as doctor and well, why should today be any different.

You had been called out on a case and based on all the information the team had acquired so far, you had a pretty good working theory.

JJ, Spencer, and you had been sitting in the room the local precinct had designated as yours for the duration of the case.

“I have an idea…it’s a little out there but hear me out,” You started, your gaze shifting to JJ and Spencer, who both encouraged you to continue. “Okay, so some of the details in this case match, while others are all over the place, like the MO is essentially the same but some of the victims’ injuries show signs of hesitation where others show none, I know hotch mentioned multiple unsubs, but what if it is one unsub, with multiple personalities.”

“Like dissociative identity disorder. You know that would make a lot of sense considering people with DID tend to have highly varying alters or identities. They can range in race, gender, age which would explain why the murders have been so different, it would also explain why the comfort zone is so small.” Spencer validated you.

“See that’s what I was thinking too, they would want to stay close to home in the case that perhaps there was a switch in alter, that way they would be somewhere familiar and be able to return home…”

“That’s enough Agent!” Hotch’s voice boomed through the small room. “I have put up with this for far too long. You came in here unannounced and have continued to provide absolutely ridiculous theories that do nothing but waste our time and resources…”

“Hotch” JJ tried to calm him.

He lifted his hand to silence her before continuing, “You have continued to get in the way of my investigations again and again and I won’t have it anymore. Cruz spoke so highly of you and frankly I don’t see it. I’m sorry if I’m the first one to tell you this agent, but perhaps you should stick to what you know.” Hotch finished.

There was no way in hell that you were going to let yourself cry in front of this asshole. You refused to let him win in this moment.

“You know what Agent Hotchner, I have done nothing but work my ass off for this team and I have provided valuable feedback and information that has led to the capture of multiple unsubs over the last few months. But if you want to sit up there on your high horse and act all delusional, go ahead. I don’t want to be a part of a team who is led by someone so pompous and misogynistic. And one last thing, if you are going to sit there and berate me then you will address me properly. It’s Doctor, not agent…I know that may be hard to remember since it’s a title you don’t hold. Goodnight.” With that you grabbed your jacket and bag and made your way outside.

You ordered an uber and made your way back to the hotel. The nerve Hotch seemed to have filled you with rage, but you wouldn’t stick around to entertain his outburst any longer, you had a call to make.

“Hello?”

“Mat, I need a flight home.” You said, the tears finally beginning to fall.

“Is everything okay? What happened?” Mateo questioned.

“It’s fine, I just have a personal emergency and I need to get home as soon as possible.”

“Sure thing, I am booking your flight now, can you be at the airport in two hours?” He asked.

“Yes, that’s perfect. Thank you.”

With that you hung up the phone, packed your bag, ordered another uber and made your way outside. You were purposely ignoring the texts coming in from Spencer and JJ. You made sure to slide a note under Spence’s door before leaving.

“Has anyone seen y/n this morning?” Dave asked.

“She left.” Spencer confirmed, holding up the note.

“What why? Is she okay?” Emily asked, concern laced in her tone.

“I can’t blame her. You guys should have seen it, Hotch yelled at her. And I mean full on yelled. I’ve never heard him speak that way to anyone before.” JJ chimed in.

“What are you talking about? He yelled at her. About what?” Morgan questioned.

“He completely flew off the handle. She and Spence were going over a theory about the unsub and he just started yelling, telling her that she was wasting our time and resources.”

The team was in disbelief, Hotch wasn’t mean or condescending, so why was he acting this way now? How could he treat arguably the sweetest member of the team so disrespectfully?

Dave shook his head; he was pretty sure he knew exactly why Aaron was acting out this way. He just couldn’t believe that Aaron had said such harsh things to the girl. His heart broke for her knowing that someone she idolized had been so awful to her, and for all the wrong reasons.

The team had wrapped up that case fairly quickly, you had been right, and the unsub turned out to be a nineteen-year-old male who had been struggling with dissociative identity disorder. Hotch had felt uneasy knowing that he had questioned your intelligence, despite you being an excellent agent.

Upon returning to the BAU, Dave was sure to confront Aaron about his inappropriate behavior. Telling him that he couldn’t treat you terribly just because he couldn’t wrap his brain around the feelings for you he was refusing to acknowledge. Aaron had scoffed at him and told him that he didn’t have feelings for you, but Dave knew he was lying.

You had quite a different experience since returning. The first thing you did was cry, you let yourself release all the pent-up frustration you’d been holding onto since you had started at the BAU. Then, you texted Mat, letting him know that you needed to meet with him.

He was curious and waiting for answers, but he ultimately agreed and waited to ask all his questions until you were face to face.

“So, what’s up? This meeting request was so formal.” Mat laughed.

“I know and I am sorry I have been so vague about everything, but I am here to resign.”

Mat’s smile fell from his face immediately.

“What happened? Did something happen, because I promise you I have looked into the complaints filed against Agent Morgan and Ms. Garcia and I can assure you, they just have a strange friendship.” Mateo tried to explain.

“Mat, slow down! It isn’t like that. I just don’t think it is a good fit, there’s just too many differences between how I work and how the team operates. It’s okay really.” You tried to smile to really sell your lie.

“Well, I can’t help but be disappointed, I really thought that you would be a perfect fit for this team.” Mateo trailed off.

“I know and I am so sorry. I know you had to pull a ton of strings to get me here and I don’t want it to seem like I am not grateful because I can assure you, I am!”

“I know, and it’s alright! If it’s not a good fit then it’s not a good fit.” Mateo flashed you a sad smile.

A few weeks had passed since you had left the BAU, and truly, you had been doing well! You had spent some much-needed time with your family. You had reached out to a good friend of yours and inquired about a job teaching at the local university, which you were truly looking forward to. It had also meant that you would have a free summer to spend some quality time with your kids.

Tonight, you had one of your best friends over, your kids had grown up together and so you liked to do these big “family” dinners together at least once a month, that however meant chaos in the house. Kids yelling, teenagers gossiping, dinner burning…I guess that means you’ll be ordering a pizza.

Your friend and you had been talking about your new job and the excitement you were feeling for it, a movie long forgotten playing in the background, the kids were playing some card game you didn’t recognize when the doorbell rang.

“Oh, I bet that’s the pizza!” You said, making your way to the door.

“I left the cash on the table there!” Your friend shouted.

“Hi…Oh. What the hell are you doing here?” Shock painted its way across your face. Standing at your door was not the pizza delivery guy, but Aaron Hotchner.

“I uh, I came here to talk to you. I know that I do not deserve your time, but I am truly hoping you’ll allow me a few minutes to explain myself.”

“Dude, do you need help or…oh, shit. Sorry! Did you guys need a minute?” Your friend interrupted.

“Um” your gaze shifted from Aaron to your friend. “Agent Hotchner, why don’t we go to the back. Can you keep an eye out for the pizza?” You suggested.

“Of course! You go.” She replied.

Aaron and you made your way to the backyard, in doing so he took note of all the children sitting in the living room, sprawled out across the floor and couches.

“I didn’t know you had children.” Aaron started.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me. Is that why you came here agent Hotchner? To see my home and profile me?” You questioned him.

“No of course not! I was making an observation. I’m sorry. Like I said, I am here to explain my behavior, none of which will excuse how I acted but I am hoping it might help you to understand some of it.” His gaze shifted around your face. “From the moment I first laid my eyes on you, I knew I was ruined. You were breathtaking, even when you plowed right into me in your rush to the director’s office. You bumped into me and God, then you looked up at me with those big, beautiful eyes and I was a goner. But then you said something to me, and I knew I was done for. Do you remember what you said?”

“I apologized and then I told you I’d gone to some of your lectures. Hold on Agent Hotchner are you saying you were horrible to me because you had a crush on me? What are we? Seven-year-olds on the playground! That is such bullshi….” He didn’t let you finish.

“Hold on. You did mention that you had been to my lectures, but it was what you said as you walked away that had me hooked…you said, “he’s far more handsome up close” and I don’t think you meant to say it out loud, but at that moment I told myself that I was ready. I was ready to move on and I was going to ask you out later that day, but then you walked into the bullpen and Cruz said you’d be a part of the BAU, and I knew it wouldn’t be possible. I couldn’t date my subordinate and I didn’t know what to do, you had called me handsome and I…”

“Now wait a minute! I didn’t mean to say that out loud and this still isn’t…”

“I’m not finished. You had some sort of attraction for me even if it was just an appreciation for my looks. I already had it bad for you, and to top it all off, you came in and just had to be the sweetest, most loving person in the BAU and I couldn’t have you. It wouldn’t be appropriate. I figured the easiest thing to do would be to make you hate me, then I’d be able to shake these feelings for you, but no. You continued to be kind to me, even if I was awful to you and I couldn’t take it. My breaking point was the look on your face after I yelled at you on that last case. I felt sick with myself. I couldn’t leave things like that; I needed you to know that I don’t think those things. You are an incredible agent and an even better person and I’m sorry. I am so sorry.” Aaron finished, looking down at his shoes.

You were speechless. While it felt amazing that the man you had harbored feelings for, returned your feelings. It also felt terrible that he wasn’t mature enough to just be upfront with you from the beginning. Instead, he felt the need to play some arduous game with you. It would be so easy to just throw yourself into his embrace and kiss him and call it all forgotten, but what if this is some insight into his communication skills, or lack thereof?

Your mind and heart were battling one another like an angel and devil on your shoulder. It was a back-and-forth quarrel that seemingly had no correct response, both had the same potential outcomes; you getting your heart broken, regret, potential happiness. What were you meant to do?

“I um, I don’t know what to say. You said some horrible things to me and that doesn’t just go away. Agen Hotchner, we’re adults.”

“Please call me Aaron, or at least Hotch.”

“Aaron we are adults and you acted like a child. Am I meant to just forgive and forget the way you made me feel?”

“No, I would never expect that. I do hope that one day you can forgive me, and if you give me the chance, I would truly love to make it up to you.” He explained.

“Okay.”

“Okay?” He questioned.

“Okay, you can make it up to me. And maybe, just maybe I will forgive you. It’s not going to be easy though.” You said.

“I wouldn’t want it to be easy.” He smiled.

“Alright well you can start tomorrow. I’d invite you to stay but this is a family dinner and with all the kids it might be a bit chaotic.” You told him.

“That’s fair.”

You could see the wheels turning in his head, he’s trying to figure out the dynamics of your little family, and maybe you could spare him a little bit of leeway.

“Her and I combined have nine kids. I have five and she has four. And before you ask, only two are biologically mine. A close friend of ours passed and I was listed as the personal guardian for her kids. That’s also how I have a teenager.” You explained. “That’s all you get for now.” You teased.

“I will take what I can get. Thank you, for giving me this chance.” Aaron smiled at you.

You smiled back and led him to the door, not missing the shit-eating grin your friend was wearing on her face. You bid him goodnight with a promise to text him to make some sort of plan. You didn’t know what would come of this, or if you’d end up together, but for now, you didn’t need to know. For now, you’d take it one day at a time.

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waratah-moon · 11 months

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oh my god this sounds soo good

"What were you thinking?" "To be honest, I wasn't" (Eddie does something stupid that puts both your names on every single tabloid in the city)”

“I may be an idiot, but I'm your idiot.” Pairing: Rockstar!Eddie x Famous!Reader WC: 1.8k Warnings: set in the 90s, alcohol consumption, mentions of Pam & Tommy, lil magazine cover edit at the bottom for vibe purposes only. masterlist / send me a message 💌 / other prompt drabbles

This was not Eddie’s most sober moment. In the process of waiting for their final category to be announced at the 37th Annual Grammy Awards ceremony, he’d downed three Jack and Cokes and taken one too many shots. In his defence, they’d performed their biggest single earlier in the ceremony and he was still chasing the adrenaline high that came from a lengthy round of applause. They’d also won Best Metal Performance; not that he cared about that too much.

Corroded Coffin was no stranger to Grammy awards. They’d won two Grammys the first year they were nominated. One for Best New Artist, which was a shock to everyone as it had never been awarded to a heavy metal band before, and one for Best Metal Performance for their debut album. That had been a years ago.

Eddie didn’t care about winning awards. To him the fun part was making the music and performing it. The only opinions that mattered to Eddie were those of the fans. And maybe some of his fellow musicians. But in the end the Grammys for the rock and metal categories were ultimately voted on by people who didn’t even understand the genres, so to Eddie their award didn’t matter. But now they were nominated for one of the big categories; Record of The Year. That meant a little more.

He felt you place your hand on his knee, it must have been bouncing because he suddenly felt it still.

“Nervous?” Your voice was quiet beneath the chatter of the theatre, but he heard you loud and clear.

“Never,” he responded, his signature lopsided grin making an appearance on his face.

“You’re fidgeting.”

“I’m always fidgeting.”

“More so than usual,” you took his hand in yours, twisting the silver signet ring you’d bought him for your one year anniversary. That seemed like a lifetime ago now. “I’m so proud of you.”

“What if we don’t win?”

“I’ll break up with you.” You saw confusion pass over his face and you laughed. “If you don’t win, you don’t win. Doesn’t change anything, Eds. You already have three Grammys, I’m not sure we even have the room for another one.”

“You’re right, the space on the mantel is saved for your Oscar.”

You rolled your eyes, but your chest warmed. You went to speak but Garret hushed you as “Record of The Year” flashed on the screen behind the stage.

Eddie couldn’t breath as he listened to the presenters read out the nominees, his heart felt like it was pounding out of his chest. He gripped your hand tightly, his toes fidgeting in his shoes. Suddenly people in the seats around him sprung up, hugging and cheering each other.

"You did it, baby," Eddie felt you kiss him quickly before Garret blindly led him through the audience.

The band made their way to the stage for the third time that night, energy buzzing around them. Garret thanked the presenters and pushed Eddie in front of the microphone for the acceptance speech. the applause died down as the crowd listened to Eddie speak.

“Uh, wow. To be honest I don’t think any of us know what to say right now. Bands like ours never win this award so none of us were expecting it. Thank you for thinking our music is good,” he went to step away from the mic when Jeff said something to him, pushing him back to centre stage. “Oh shit, yeah. We’d like to thank our manager John, Tim and Suzy at Columbia, and Joel who worked his ass off in the studio.” Eddie’s eyes were hazy but they still managed to find you in the crowd. “Finally I need to thank my favourite girl. My muse. My beautiful wife. This is your song, baby. None of it would be possible without you,” he raised the award in the air while his band members shook his shoulders and clapped him on the back.

The rest of the night was a blur. You ended up at some after party hosted by god knows who, but you spotted some familiar faces. Pamela Anderson was in the corner watching after her brand-new husband as he did the drunken rounds pestering other guests. Eddie had told you he’d never liked Tommy, but you both loved Pam. You left Eddie’s grasp as he chatted away to some producer and headed for the blonde.

“I hear congratulations are in order,” you smile.

“I could say the same for you,” Pam pulls you into a hug which you return with a squeeze. When you pull back she takes your left hand in hers and inspects it. “No ring?”

You frown, “huh?”

“You got married and you didn’t get a ring?”

Your eyes widened. What? “Married? Who said I got married?”

“Eddie… When he… wait,” she blinked, her eyes travelling from Eddie back to you. “He called you his wife in his speech, everyone’s talking about it. Honestly I’m just upset I wasn’t invited.”

You flashed back to the ceremony, trying to remember what Eddie had said but blanking on everything past him calling you his “favourite girl.”

“We didn’t get married. We’re not even engaged,” you tell her. Your eyes wandered over to Eddie who had his arm over Garret’s shoulder and was laughing at something Jeff was saying. You’d been together for three years now with them being the happiest of your life. You had no doubt that he was the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. The two of you had talked about your future together before, both of you certain that you had one together, but he hadn’t popped the question. Yet. “Everyone’s talking about it?”

“Yeah, but don’t worry, I’m sure everyone will forget about it by tomorrow. Come on, let’s get some drinks, I have to tell you about my wedding.”

╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯

You woke up the next day with a headache and an answering machine full of messages.

“Bitch you got married?!”

“Sweetie, I’ve spoken with a lawyer and we can get this annulled, please call me back when you get this message.”

“Darling, we need to talk about media strategy, the tabloids are having a field day with the shotgun wedding headline. I can get you on the Tonight Show tomorrow.”

It was past noon when Eddie sleepily entered the kitchen, oblivious to your tense state as you sat at the kitchen counter, hunched over a magazine, a half eaten muffin on the plate beside you.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Did you make muffins?” His voice was muffled as his face was pressed into the crook of your neck.

“Nope. Carla dropped them off. Along with this,” you held up the cover of the magazine.

A red carpet picture of you and Eddie was splashed across the cover alongside the title: AMERICA’S SWEETHEART AND ROCK AND ROLL BAD BOY GET HITCHED.

He took the magazine from your hand, holding it closer to his face, “rock and roll? Corroded Coffin is heavy metal.”

You groaned, “that’s what you’ve taken from this? Eddie, everyone thinks we got married.”

He hummed thoughtfully, dropping the tabloid back on the counter. He broke off a piece of your muffin and tossed it in his mouth. “Not that I mind, but why do they think that?”

You spun the barstool around to face him, his hands finding purchase on your hips. “You don’t remember what you said last night, do you?”

Eddie tilted his head to the side, thinking. You could see the dark circles under his eyes, his hair mused from sleep. “No. What did I say?”

“When you won the grammy, after you thanked everyone, you thanked me.”

“Yeah,” he nodded, his thumbs stroking the skin of your hips.

“You called me your wife.”

He squinted, trying to force his words to appear in his mind but failing. “Oh.”

“What were you thinking?”

“To be honest, I wasn’t. I was drunk, baby. It must have just slipped out.”

You covered his hands on your hips with yours, eyes wide as you watched his expression. “How does that just slip out, Eds?” He was chewing his lip now, trying to think of a way to defuse the situation. “Do you think of me as your wife?”

“Want me to be honest?”

“‘Course.”

“I love you. Our entire lives are intertwined. In all the important ways, you’re already my wife.”

Butterflies erupted in your stomach and suddenly your face felt hot. “But you haven’t asked me.”

“Do you wanna get married?” Yes, yes, yes.

“You have to ask me properly.”

He huffed, dropping his hands from your hips and as he kissed your forehead. “Wait here.”

As Eddie disappeared from the kitchen you allowed yourself a moment to silently scream, fanning your cheeks. You were overwhelmed; too many thoughts raced through your mind as you tried to figure out what on earth was happening. It didn’t help that there was certainly alcohol still buzzing through your system. You swallowed the rest of the coffee that was sitting on the bench and pinched your wrist in an attempt to wake yourself up. Your mind still felt cloudy.

When Eddie finally returned, your eyes fell to his hands; he was fiddling with something small and velvet. “I was planning on doing this somewhere romantic. Maybe the lookout on Mullholand, but that doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is you and me.” He knelt down on one knee, opening the small box in his hand to flash a sparkling ring. “Baby, you’re the only person I want to go to sleep with, wake up with, spend my days with. You’re my favourite person. You’re my heart, my soul, my everything. You’re it for me, sweetheart.”

“Eds,” you felt your eyes getting wet as you watched the man you loved on his knees before you.

“Will you marry me?”

You were nodding before you got the words out, “yes, of course I will.” Your hands went to his cheeks and you leant down to kiss his lips.

“Here, put this on before I drop it,” he took your left hand from his cheek, slipping the ring on your finger. You held your hand out, watching as the light bounced off the stone, making it sparkle. It was huge.

“Jesus christ, this weighs a ton.”

“Metal makes money, baby. Do you like it?”

“I love it. It’s perfect. How long have you been hiding this?”

He pondered the question, “I bought it last year.”

“Last year? We could have been engaged since last year? You’re an idiot, Eddie Munson.”

“But now I’m your idiot.”

“You’ve always been my idiot.”

4 months later...

note: Yes, that's JLo's 2000s Ben Afleck ring bc I think it's the height of celebrity extravagant rings lol not my style but sooooo 90s/00s.

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#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #rockstar!eddie munson #rockstar!eddie #famous!reader #maggie writes #stanger things

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bobaandasiandramas · 1 year

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Here it is, chapter 4. I apologize in advance for any formating issues. Tumblr isn't working on my laptop so I am posting this from my phone. I'll find any mistakes when it decides to work again.

I also have to apologize for some edit mistakes in chapter 3. When I originally was writing this - reader was previously named Soo Min but then I changed it to a Reader story and apparently forgot to take out Soo Min a few times toward the middle of the chapter. That must have been a little confusing but also, no one pointed it out. I will continue with Reader having their own name that they may insert into this story. I will be more diligent in my editing - there isn’t much of this story that has been written in advance - just a few more scene ideas

Find Rest for Your Soul

Y/n is found unconscious by Hoseok and rescue owner, Sejin. Y/n is a mysterious Omega with no real memories and is trying to understand the warnings in her head. What or who is after her?

Alpha, Beta, Omega x F. Reader

Pairing: OT7 X F.Reader

Rating: M+

Trigger warning : y/n is described as extremely skinny, bruised and disgusted with her appearance.

Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

Jin placed the last plate on the table before calling everyone to come eat. The pack was quick, most waiting outside of the kitchen out of sheer hunger. Joon was still at the clinic taking care of the omega. The Beta was a little annoyed - he wanted his Alpha to come home and eat a delicious meal. The beta knew he’d have to go drop it off later. He was pleased that at least Jimin, Hoseok and Taehyung were home in time for the meal.

The table was filled with life as Jin made sure everyone was filling their plates. He watched Jungkook chewing his chicken with a smile on his face. The youngest omega was giggling as he eavesdropped into the conversation that Taehyung and Jimin were having. When there was a small break in their conversation, Jungkook jumped in - enthusiastically telling a story about his day. While Taehyung and Jimin were listening, Jin could tell Jimin wasn’t completely there, his eyes would wander to the side as if a thought came to him and he couldn’t ignore it. The alpha did manage to nod his head at all the right parts and laugh when prompted to do so.

Jin couldn’t help but feel nosy. He wanted to know more about the female omega that seemed to rustle things up with his pack members. Jungkook had cried to him about the terrible state the female was in, Hoseok was on edge ever since he went out with Taehyung, even Tae doesn’t seem as relaxed. Namjoon wasn’t even home with them. Jimin was getting distracted and Yoongi seemed displeased about the whole situation. Jin had made up his mind - he was going to the clinic after dinner no matter what.

“Hoseok, did you find anything on your adventure with Taehyung?” Yoongi spoke suddenly, his eyes sharp on the other alpha.

The table grew quiet, everyone stopped moving their forks to their mouths and looked at the normally happy alpha. “I didn’t get to speak with Namjoon yet. However, it’s been asked. We found nothing but there was a moment where I felt like there was a heavy presence of death. I left Taehyung behind and sought out what it was. I was expecting terrible things, masses of dead bodies - but there was nothing and suddenly, it stopped.”

A chill ran over the table. None of them felt very comfortable with that. “I don’t know what it could have been but the feeling vanished so quickly.” Hoseok didn’t mean for the mood to go sour so he turned his attention to his fellow alpha. “Jimin, how was the female before you left?”

Jimin frowned more and stared at his plate. “It was going well, but then she got lost in her head again. Jinyoung was there. I was getting her to eat the bread Namjoon told me to get her when she got very defensive as Jinyoung told her she should slow down with her eating. She panicked and ate it quicker and ended up getting sick. I think from her anxiety and not the actual food. She stared at us like we weren’t the ones standing in front of her anymore - like we were monsters coming to hurt her.”

“I wonder what triggered that. I assume this means we truly believe that she was abused in her previous home.” Yoongi spoke.

“I think so. She was so terrified.” Jimin thought back to how he held her down so Jinyoung could sedate her, the tears that poured from her face and her scent turned sour and heavy - it still lingered in his head.

Jin sighed. “Do we know anything of actual value from this girl?”

Jimin felt defensive of her. “Well, she’s not exactly in the right state of mind to ask much. She’s mentally, physically and emotionally traumatized. I have never seen a ‘stray’ come in with the amount of damage as her.” He huffed, causing the Beta to bite his lip.

“I didn’t mean it the way it sounded. Do you think Namjoon will be home soon?” Jin asked.

“Honestly, I’m not sure. He is a great doctor but sometimes commits too much to his patients. I feel he won’t be home for a few days at least.” Hoseok stated.

This reply caused the Beta to frown and let out a small whimper. “I want him home. I hate when he does this.”

Jungkook, being the most sensitive to others, jumped up from his chair and quickly went to Jin, wrapping his arms around him and nuzzling into his neck. “He’ll come home soon Jinnie.”

Dinner continued with a dark cloud over them as they each wished their alpha was home with them.

***

Namjoon was pleased that she held down her food this time. As he took the now empty glass from her, he spoke softly to not frighten her. “Darlin’, did you want to get cleaned up? Maybe take a shower or a bath?”

The omega looked down at her body. Her dirt smudged skin made the once blinding white hospital gown a light gray color. She inspected her hands next - dirt was jammed under her nails and they were covered in scrapes and cuts. She could tell that someone tried to clean her up a little bit, maybe with a washcloth or sponge. She was suddenly hyper aware of how dirty her skin was and that her hair felt heavy and tangled. She looked up at the doctor and nodded her head. “I’d like that. Do I have to go outside?”

He was slightly thrown off by her question but shook his head. “No, we have a full bathroom here. Let me find Jinyoung, so he can help you around. I’ll be back in a little bit.” He was cautious to leave her alone but since it was dinner time maybe Jinyoung would be in the kitchens, right around the corner, grabbing a bite to eat.

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As I sat on the bed, I looked around the room. There was a cabinet with medications locked up, a bookshelf with medical books and a rolling cart across the room from me. There was a small desk to the side of the room, on top I noticed a few notebooks and folders there. I happily jumped off the bed and scrambled over to the table. I opened the first notebook, but it was already written in and so I checked the next two. Thankfully the last one wasn’t written in yet. I found a pen sitting on the desk as well and grabbed both items and moved back to the bed.

Opening to the first page I wrote down the things I had filed away in my brain - finally ready to dump it all on the pages. ‘Three. Six. Hide. Escape. Right. One eight sev-’ I whimpered and crossed out the beginning of the word even and began to write again. ‘Nine. Keep moving! Don’t let them get you. Hoseok - Hey, can you hear me? Namjoon - Okay darlin, it was from the right. Jimin - You left them behind.’

I sighed in relief. I had so much I was holding onto I feared I would start to forget some of it. I placed the notebook and pen under my pillow for safe keepings. Hopefully no one would find it until I found a better spot for them. The door swung open and I turned my attention away from the pillow. I was pleasantly surprised to see Jimin walking in with another male behind him. I was so happy he was safe that I didn’t think twice before hopping off the bed. “Jimin!” I called his name in joy as I scrambled over to the edge of the bed, tucking my knees under me. “I was so worried!”

The male behind Jimin tensed up suddenly and I froze. Was he going to attack me? I curled into myself a little, bringing my knees out from under me and to my chest and whined. I looked over to the other male before dropping my gaze to the floor.

“Ah, it’s okay. This is Jin, he is in my pack.” Jimin spoke softly as he stepped forward, bringing his shoes into my view of sight. He moved slowly, reaching his hand out and touching my arm.

“I was so worried they got you and Jinyoung. Are you alright?” I looked him over for any injuries but didn’t see any.

“We just saw the doctor, he told me that you were concerned. Jinyoung and I are both completely safe and unharmed. Thank you for being concerned. Namjoon is taking a break to eat some dinner that Jin brought for him. He told us that you were looking to get cleaned up. Can I assist you to the washroom?”

I smiled at him. “I would very much like that.” I allowed my legs to drop from my arms and dangle off the side of the bed, swinging them twice before standing up. Unfortunately, I could feel my legs crumble and give out immediately as my feet hit the floor.

Jimin caught me before I hit the floor, even his packmate moved forward to grab a hold of me. “Easy there. You’re extremely weak, I’m sure the adrenaline that you were running on has finally run out.”

I nodded with a frown and steadied myself against the bed behind me.

Jimin called my name softly and offered his arm for support. "It's okay."

We moved slowly across the medical unit, Jin - who has yet to say anything to me, followed behind. I suppose to either help or just to keep an eye on us. We entered the small bathroom that was in the back of the room. Jimin had me stand next to the sink while he started running the water, testing the temperature frequently. Once satisfied with the temperature he turned toward me. "I think a bath would be best, so you can relax more." He plugged the tub, allowing the water to start rising. "Do you think you'll be okay, or do you need my help?" He asked, reaching his hand out and guiding me closer to the tub.

I looked at him and the other male. “I’ll be okay.”

The other male spun around toward a closet that was in the room. He pulled out two towels, a washcloth and a bar of soap. “Unnie, are you really okay alone?” He asked.

I felt my brain reach out and grab onto his words. They brought a sense of comfort and I felt myself relax just as I did with Jimin and his other pack members. I nodded my head. “Yes.”

“Jimin will find you some clothes to change into and I’ll be outside of the door if you need anything before he gets back.”

I blinked up at the male and then down at the clean towels in his hand. “Thank you, Jin.” I waited for the door to close before undressing. I climbed into the awaiting waters, the heat caused my skin to tingle and I could feel every cut on my body. Hissing gently I lowered myself down until I was most submerged.

I watched in amazement as the once clear water started to change, becoming murky as swirls of blood and dirt lifted from my skin. I grabbed a washcloth and made a grim face, knowing the pristine white cloth would never return to the original bright white it was. I grabbed the bar of soap and lathered the washcloth before scrubbing at my skin. I was satisfied to see my skin clear up from the grime.

Once my skin was clear enough, I drained the tub and allowed it to refill with clean water. I went over a few spots that were missed before placing the washcloth back on the ledge. I took a moment to relax and study my body. Bruises littered my arms, legs and torso. My ribs were visible and my stomach seemed to be sunken in a little bit. I felt disgusted with myself, I shook my wave of sadness and picked up the bottle of shampoo. I scrubbed my scalp, being careful of tender areas. Once I felt it was clean enough I started to drain the water from the tub and grabbed the extendable shower head before I rinsed my hair.

Once clean I found myself hooking the shower head back up and sitting on the floor of the tub, the water felt nice on my skin and I found myself relaxing and closing my eyes. I didn’t stay in there too much longer, my skin began to feel wrinkly from being in the water too long. I turned the water off and pulled myself out of the tub before wrapping myself in an extremely soft towel. I shuffled to the mirror and wiped the fog off the glass before looking at my reflection.

There were bags under my eyes, my cheeks matched my stomach - sunken in, my lips were chapped and over all looked and felt hideous. I was a monster in my own skin. I couldn’t help the overwhelming sadness and sunk to the ground. Tears filled my eyes, I know I didn’t always look like this. The room started shaking as I tried to pull in deep breaths of air. I could faintly hear a knock at the door but I ignored it. I was too busy trying to gather my broken pieces and put myself back together again.

‘He was beaten (he knew that); but he was not broken. He saw, once for all, that he stood no chance against a man with a club.’ The words of Call of the Wild flew across my brain, if Buck got stronger by learning to grow and adjust then maybe I could too. The door opened and footsteps rushed toward me, and I curled into myself hoping to avoid being struck anywhere sensitive.

My name was whispered softly as gentle hands touched my arms. “Are you okay?” The familiar voice was soothing to my ears as I looked up to find Jimin crouched in front of me and a worried looking Jin.

“I am fine.” I nodded my head as I answered. “Not broken, can’t be broken.”

The two of them exchanged looks before Jimin offered his hand to help me up. “Do you need help getting dressed?”

I shook my head and declined his offered hand. “No, I’ll be fine.”

Jin handed me a small pile of clothes. They were new, white pants and white t-shirt. “We will be outside if you need us, omega.” With those words they left the room, Jin giving me an uncertain glace while I stayed seated on the floor.

***

“I think I might have figured out why she’s so mentally unstable.” Namjoon stated over his cup of coffee. He was back in the medical unit with Sejin and Yoongi. The two of them looked over at him, suddenly interested in what he had to say. The patient at hand was resting comfortably with the help of a light sedative that he gave her. Her body needed rest, badly.

“The numbers she kept repeating over and over. It was one, eight and seven. They changed after I brought up the two deceased that were found. I was hoping she could give information on who they were but once I said they didn’t make it she repeated her number and counted up. The number is now one, eight, and nine. She said she counted them.” He paused and looked down at his cup as Sejin gasped.

“Are you saying…?” Sejin’s question trailed off as he looked over to the sleeping omega.

“I think she’s been counting the dead.”

“But we think they’re part of her pack. They had the same bracelets. No pack is that big. 189 pack members are dead? It can’t be that. Maybe she misunderstood.” Sejin was panicking, what did they get involved with?

“I don’t think it’s Pack. There would be news about a pack that large and if disease or something else was spreading through them then there would be more bodies around. Someone would have found them or a good alpha would bring their pack to a doctor.” Joon sighed. “Regardless, if she somehow saw that many died in front of her then it explains her mental situation a bit.

“I have a bad feeling about all of this.” Yoongi spoke as he walked closer to the female.

“I know you do Yoons. I’m gonna help her the best I can and hopefully she’ll be able to tell us more about her situation and why she is how she is.”

***

She was unhappy, they had been out there for hours with no sign of stopping soon. Her clothes clung to her in uncomfortable ways as the humidity increased. Her mind was racing with her chants, She felt a tickle on her forehead and wiped at it quickly, catching the drop of sweater before it fell into her eye. She looked back to see the other female looked like she was about to collapse from heat exhaustion. “Let’s stop here and rest for a few moments.” She suggested it to the male, who looked like he was the only one handling the heat well.

He nodded his head as he surveyed the two females. “Okay, just a few - I’m used to this but clearly you both aren’t.”

“Listen island boy, at least I’m normally built for speed - I’m just dying here.”

The male gave a gentle laugh at the female behind him before turning back to her. “How long do you think we’ve been out here?”

She felt herself ready to answer but the wrong numbers were rolling in her head. “Too long.”

They sat there for a few minutes before it hit them again. The eerie quietness that seemed to always catch up to them. “This is disturbing.” The other female whimpered.

She wanted to run, she wanted to hide, the feeling to let out a distress signal for alpha to protect her. She bit her lip.

A loud rumble interrupted their breathing, as dark clouds rolled over their heads. “Fuck, another storm?” The other female growled.

“We should move. Find better coverage.” The male sounded panicked now.

Before anyone could move the other female let out a pained cry and looked down at her arm. There was a new wound, fresh on her skin. Her eyes widened as she looked at her companions, intense pain filled her as she let out a yowl.

“Shit, move!” The male grabbed her arm and began to drag her away from the other female.

It was that exact moment that the sky released its fury on them. The rain pelted down, unforgivingly, drenching them to the bones in minutes. The winds kicked up, whipping tree branches and vines into their faces.

A terrifying yowl could be heard behind them. He pushed her forward. “I’ll distract her. Go, run.”

She whipped around to look at him. How could he do that? Why? They didn’t even know each other’s names.

“Keep moving! Don't let them get you!” He yelled before making noises, louder than needed and ran into another direction.

He was the only reason she might stand a chance. She felt tears swell in her eyes as she moved quickly forward, clinging onto his words as her reminder of him. ‘Keep moving! Don’t let them get you.’

***

He called her name softly as he shook her shoulders. “Sweetheart, please wake up. It’s okay - you’re safe now.”

She shot up in her bed and grabbed her chest, her heart beating a mile a minute. She was gasping for air as she looked to see who was with her.

The good doctor was speaking to her softly and behind him were two other males. One looked like a nervous wreck and he surveyed her and the other just stared as if trying to read her mind and see what she had just dreamed.

Her eyes snapped back to the doctor as he coaxed her to lay back down and pulled the covers back over her. “I promise you’re safe here. I’ll be with you the whole night, little omega.”

#Bts #OT7 x F. READER #namjoon x reader #Jimin x Reader #Jungkook X Reader #Jin x Reader #Yoongi x Reader #Hoseok x Reader #Taehyung x Reader #Find Rest for Your Soul

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gaybitchfx · 2 years

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Helloo :D I hope you're having a great day :> and uhh if you don't mind i got a request!!

May i have some headconens with puppeteer and a violinist gender neutral reader?? It's completely alright if not and thx for your time ^^

A/n: Couldn’t find any good images of Pup so I can’t make a banner 😭 this might be hella descriptive too soo yeah and I may have forgotten I was supposed to make headcanons and just went into my own world as I wrote this so I am VERY sorry about.

Puppets Violinist

Character(s): Puppeteer (Pup)

Type of reader: Gn!Reader

Category: Fluff🥰✨

Warning(s): None

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Pup let out a sigh of comfort happy he was done with his mission and back home. Everything was quiet and still with the faint sound of a violin.

Wait a violin? Pup had raised a brow listening closely to where it was coming from. He moved here and there but when he moved to a certain spot he heard it slightly more clearly.

It was coming from the attic. He knows slender tells everyone to not enter the attic without him being with them, but the puppeteer was ever so curious.

So he disobeyed his masters number one rule and followed the sound to the attic. The sweet soft sounds of the violin grew louder and what followed along with it was humming.

Once he was close enough to the door he creaked it open a tad hopping it didn’t make any auditable sound. He peeked his glowing eye inside but saw nothing but darkness so he opened the door more.

This time he saw someone standing by a window, someone he’s never seen before from the years he’s spent in this house. The song had come to a stop when pup leaned on the door causing a loud ‘creak’ sound.

“Who’s there?” You asked turning your head slightly. Pup stiffened up a bit, your voice was strict and firm. He didn’t know how to respond, so his mouth only stayed agape.

You turned fully, the only thing that showed your face was the moons light. Pup starred, awe stricken by your appearance. “Enchanting…” He muttered under his breath. “I asked who’s there.” You said again. Pup gathered all the courage he had and spoke.

“I’m sorry that I interrupted you..” Pup muttered. Your brows furrowed a bit as you looked at him before it changed into one of happiness. “Did you like it?” You asked clasping your hands together.

“Huh?” “My music! Did you like it? Was it too shabby? Off tune? Or maybe the sound was too old?” You asked coming closer to pup who starred confused. You stared at him awaiting for his answer. Now that you were much closer he could see your eyes were completely white, as if you were blind.

“Yeah, I like it.” Pup said. “That’s great! I haven’t performed for anyone in such a long time! I’m glad I still can entertain someone.” You said with a kind and gentle smile.

“Who…are you?” Pup asked as he stared at you with an unsure look. “Oh! I’m Y/n. Slender hasn’t told you about me?” You asked and tilted your head to the side.

Pup shook his head no. “Well, that’s disappointing. But now that you know I exist we can talk to each other! If you want to that is.” You said, your face showing some form of sadness.

“I’ll try to visit you when I can. But for now I’ll have to leave.” Pup said with a smile. “Aww, alright. See you some time soon!” You said and did a small wave. Pup had closed the door back and went to his room somewhere in the house.

Some time had passed and Puppeteer would often visit you. He’d bring little gifts for you and would listen to your humming while you played your instrument. When he wasn’t having a good day he’d tell you all about it and you’d comfort him in ways you could.

When he’d visit at night you and him would dance around careful with your footsteps as to not wake anyone up in the house. Your relationship with Pup had grown into something more and you felt some sort of attraction to the puppet.

When he came and visit you sat him down and talked to him for a bit before confessing you liked him. He was a bit stunned but accepted your feelings. What a nice ending huh?

#puppeteer #puppeteer x gn!reader #puppeteer x y/n #puppeteer x you #puppeteer x reader #fiction #writers #fluff #gender neutral imagine #gender neutral reader #gender neutral insert #creepypasta #creepypasta x gn!reader #creepypasta x you

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allylikethecat · 11 days

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Totally unrelated to most of the stuff you post but on the topic of your Taylor explanation just and your comment about not rlly buying the variants anymore-

I’m a fan of her music for sure but the way they sell variants just really gets me. I mean there is absolutely NO NEED. The way they release the original on presale first so everyone gets it and then they release each variant individually with a different song on it saying it’s “exclusive” and “only going to be available for 70 hours” or something like that, only for them to be repeatedly restocked and then eventually made widely available in indie record stores. Like it’s just straight up lying for money??? That they don’t need. And THEN releasing the same vinyl records with signed inserts so that people buy the SAME record. Again. It’s so incredibly tone deaf and exploitative idk Ik it’s a choice to variant collect but it’s just milking people for no reason. And I know so many other labels do it but none do it NEARLY as bad as it is done for Taylor swift. And Ik it’s not like it’s under her control or whatever but she has so much money and influence that she ABSOLUTELY could do something about it if she wanted to or cared in the slightest ygwim?? I am a vinyl collector but I honestly find it hard to even bring myself to get one version of her albums bc of this. And like considering a lot of her audience is so young as well idk it rlly rubs me up the wrong way. And each one gets posted on the Instagram with love hearts and a cute picture and it’s just like 🥳🩷🤩buy this too!😂😇💕. Idk Ik so many artists do it but like influence wise she’s not really at the mercy of her label ig?? At least not to the extent that she couldn’t make moves to combat it if she wanted?? Anyways that rlly put me off ig (I’m still a fan though can’t help myself). Also Ik this is soo unrelated to your account and you ABSOLUTELY don’t have to respond to this if you don’t want to. I just saw that other post and it made me think about it.

Alsoooo any clues on the fic being posted tomorrow 🫢?? 🥹🥹 I ask like I have a favourite but I will very much be excited at ANY update I won’t lie

AND I’m dying at the fact we are HALF WAY through all the kings horses??!? Idk if I can handle not having a new chapter each Friday. But also excited for fictional Matty and George to get together and possibly be happy even (crazy thought Ik)??

Oh my gosh thank you for sending me this super long ask! This is another one I debated answering because I don't want to start any kind of fights or cause any kind of issues or drama. Also, as always I do want to say that these opinions are my OWN and are based on how I feel and I am not saying that I am *right* or that someone else is *wrong*. I'm not trying to convince anyone of anything, just tossing in my two cents / my perspective.

Even though I'm not a *huge* fan of Taylor anymore, and have felt like I have outgrown Taylor Swift the Brand, I do still enjoy her music (for the most part) but I 100% get the million variations thing from a marketing / sales prospective? Like it sucks but that's business and if people are going to keep buying them they're going to keep making them. As a businesswoman these days I would expect nothing less. Let get that money!

HOWEVER, I know Billie Eilish got a lot of flack for her comments about vinyl variations and then also having a billion of them for her new album, and while I'm not really a fan of her music (I think she's talented she's just not really my vibe) I did think it was cool that regardless of how her comments were misinterpreted she put all her variations on sale at the same time and the track listings were all the same, therefore giving fans the opportunity to just choose and purchase their favorite colors instead of scrambling because something is "limited edition" but not really. Maybe not as good for the seller since the panicked demand isn't there, but that does make for a more pleasant experience as the buyer. Also yay bundled shipping!

Even though it was probably a let down, I hope you enjoyed the sick fic I posted today - I don't think anyone guessed that would be the fic updated so maybe I can still be surprising haha

Hehe I'm so happy that you're enjoying All the King's Horses! That is currently my favorite fic and I am so absolutely obsessed with it and having so much fun working on it! I love horses and the boys SO MUCH and I am so excited to continue sharing their story 🩵 We're roughly halfway through- a few chapters might get added because I don't know if I'll be ready to leave the yet when the time comes haha I'm very excited Fictional!George is going to take Fictional!Matty on a date soon, it's going to be very sweet and very them.

Thank you so much for sending me this ask and for reading and your continued support! I hope I answered it in a satisfactory way that doesn't ruffle anyones feathers too badly! I want to keep my blog a happy positive space when possible! (Heartbreak fanfic not included in that happy statement haha) I hope your Tuesday is going well and that you have a great week!

❤️Ally

#allylikethecat #ask ally #anon ask #keep it kind #fanfiction #matty fic #gatty #fanfic #questions #all the king's horses #equestrian au #in sickness and in health #sickfic #i hope its okay if we move away from some of the taylor topics #i know i was the one that initially brought it up #but some of the complex feelings surrounding it are kinda bumming me out #like i wanna be carefree and eighteen again #not twenty eight and like... having to adult lol #lets talk about noah kahan lol

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j0kers-light · 1 year

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His Lighthouse: Choices part two (LedgerJoker x f!reader)

Choices part two

series summary:

Y/n is an aspiring writer living in Gotham City and struggling to find her next muse. Her recent novel is getting all the buzz, earning her far more attention than she signed up for. But when a chance encounter results in her nursing The Joker back to health, will she find the time to write another best seller or will her own story become front page of the Gotham Gazette?

chapter summary:

The consequences of Y/n’s choices begin to play out. How long will it take her for her to escape the webs of regret before they swallow her whole?

Author’s note:

Soo I edited this with a massive headache and fever. I apologize in advance if there are any errors and I hope to go back and fix them once I can see properly. MERRY CHRISTMAS and happy holidays!

Taglist!

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"You'll be back and I'll be waiting."

Joker's words did little to rattle your nerves. In fact, you jerked your face out of his grip and stared him down.

Did he really think you'd be amazed by his toxic declaration?

As if you would come crawling back to him like some lost puppy after the whirlwind of insanity he displayed today. Forget that. If Joker wanted to self sabotage his chances with you, then by all means, you were going to let him.

He told you to go pack your bags. You would follow his advice to the letter if that's how he wanted to act.

You were an independent woman before you met Joker and that wasn't going to magically change. Joker didn't like your sassy attitude when you turned on your heel and left the living room.

He assumed it was your bedroom door that slammed loudly after your dramatic exit. He knew you would flee to your room, so he didn't bat an eyelash over it and plopped down on the couch.

You would come out eventually. It was still early in the morning.

Your new couch was rather comfy but he was cross about the color. Blue was very different– but so were you. Joker knew the color would grow on him the same way that you did. In small doses until he was completely and utterly addicted.

He didn't hear a peep from you for a while and thought you had finally gone to sleep.

You survived through a wild twenty four hours and deserved all the rest you could get. So Joker was surprised when you came back into the living room an hour later in a different set of clothes and with a pep in your step.

Even more troubling, you were mid phone call, smiling wide.

"I'm really sorry you had to turn around. I made up my mind faster than I thought." You slung an overnight bag from your shoulder onto the kitchen counter. "Yeah just text me when you get here and I'll come downstairs."

Joker sat up on the couch after hearing that. Were you actually leaving? He didn't think you would take his joke seriously.

Florence and Barbara must have cleaned up before they left Friday night because your kitchen was once again spotless. At least your kitchen would be clean while you were gone.

You nodded even though the person on the phone couldn't see and reached out to open the fridge. You snagged a bottle of water and chugged half of it before responding.

"Okay. Drive carefully, I'll be here waiting." Joker knew something was off. You never smiled like that before, at least not in front of him.

You were too giddy– biting your lip and darting around the penthouse checking on things with obvious pent up energy. You passed by him on the couch to double check if the balcony door was locked and Joker had enough of you blatantly ignoring him.

"And.. where are you going?" He grumbled to your retreating form.

You were already halfway across the room refilling the automatic watering system for a few of your plants when you glanced his way.

"Huh. You're still here. Do you intend to stay or..?"

Your attention was stolen by your phone buzzing on the kitchen counter.

"Woah. That was fast. Lock up if you do decide to leave. I'm gonna stay with Bruce for a bit."

He couldn't believe it. You were actually leaving with him dressed like that.

Joker's green eyes watched you like a hawk as you grabbed your overnight bag and a designer handbag before heading towards the front door. Your stride was effortless until you visibly jumped.

Joker thought you were having second thoughts.

Maybe you realized that staying with Wayne was a terrible idea, yet his hopes were squashed when you jogged over to your desk and unplugged your laptop. Seeing you pack it into a travel bag was the final nail in the coffin.

You were really leaving. Seeing you unplug the power cord was just too much to handle.

"You're taking your uh.. laptop?" He noted.

The travel bag zipping close was the only sound in the room. "Well, I don't know how long I'm gonna stay so I might as well take my hard drive so I can work a bit in my downtime. I think that's everything I need." You did a once over in the room and caught Joker's gaze.

"You're actually leaving, Y/n."

"Uh.. yes?" You slung the laptop bag onto your opposite shoulder. "You're the one who encouraged me to go, now you don't want me to? Geez, make up your mind Joker."

Joker looked troubled and licked the edges of his lips, a tick of his that he did whenever he was annoyed, but it wasn't your problem to worry about him.

The fact you could identify his little quirks was concerning. It meant you spent too much time around him.

You walked up to him with confidence. "Didn't you say, 'Enjoy your time with Gotham's savior, live it up in his mansion all you want'? Well that's what I'm gonna to do and guess what, Joker? I'll come back on my own terms, not because you expect me to."

He witnessed your bossier side this morning in front of his crew and at the time it was hot, but you standing up to him right now, he didn't care for it as much.

You were too arrogant and it showed all on your pretty face.

Your smile was blinding when you reached the front door and tossed a, "Don't wait up!" over your shoulder. Joker didn't like it, not one single bit.

He knew it was all a front. He saw right through your little ruse. And he wasn't wrong. You were shaking in your heels all the way to the elevator.

You stood up to Joker but was it the right choice? You said it yourself– you wanted to give Joker a chance and see where this connection between the two of you could go.

Once again you were running away and even worse, you were running away to another man.

Was proving a point worth hurting Joker's delicate feelings? The man was ignorant to them most of the time. It was like he forgot how to be a normal human in love. Joker took normal means of flirtation and courtship with a grain of salt.

You thought over your decision in leaving Joker behind during the entire elevator ride down to the main floor.

In the mirrored walls of the lift your reflection didn't look as cheerful as you led Joker on to believe. Your heart was still torn as the elevator passed between the ninth and the eighth floor descending down.

For a second, you considered going back up. However your rash decision had consequences that were already in motion and you couldn't renege on your plans with Bruce.

He was already on his way back to your place and you could hear the excitement in his voice when you called asking to be picked up. You couldn't take that away from him. He deserved a chance with your heart too. Right?

You were still iffy on if you really were attracted to the billionaire, but you needed to get this out of your system if you wanted to move forward with Joker.

That was the logic you were using to explain this situation you found yourself in.

When did you get caught up in a love triangle? Could you even call it that? Even your fictional characters avoided such nuisances. Apparently you weren't above reproach.

You heaved a sigh when the elevator chimed to a stop and slowly opened up to the apartment lobby. You made this bed, now you had to lie in it.

You lived in this building for almost a year now but today was when you really took in the design of the main lobby.

The famous North Grant Row building had a white stone exterior that matched the interior. The polished stone walls paired beautifully with the imported marble tile floors. A decorative pattern that started from the center of the lobby and swept throughout the room in a grand fashion.

Four giant pillars separated the lobby from the entrance to the spa and gym area and next to them were the main elevators. Also on the main floor was the on-call housekeeping and other facility amenities as well as the entrance to the service/maintenance area.

Today your eyes were glued to the grey and white marble floor trying your best to keep a low profile. After all, you were plastered on the news as a missing person.

There were a few tenants going about their day as well as some mail couriers making deliveries.

It was midday on a Saturday but still rather busy. You were halfway to the door without being seen and breathed a sigh of relief.

None of that mattered however when a canary colored Lamborghini rumbled its way into the building's half circle carport. Upon first glance you knew exactly who it was. You cursed under your breath.

Bruce must've seen you since he boldly put on his hazard lights and popped open the trunk. You didn't know Aventadors had a trunk. Your bag was not going to fit in there.

Of course Bruce rolled the window down so everyone could hear him. "Y/n! Do you need help with your bag?"

At this point you knew he was acting out for attention. Loud car, shouting your name? He wanted people to see you get in the car with the famous Bruce Wayne.

This was gonna be tougher than you expected.

You could feel the stares as you walked towards the trunk and crammed your overnight bag in. It was a tight fit. Right as you were about to close the lid, it did so automatically, startling you in the process.

Okayyy then.

You made eye contact with the two valet boys who were watching the scene. One of them was taking pictures of the Aventador while the other one was checking you out.

That's when you remembered your outfit choice for today.

You finally got to take a much needed shower after Friday night's horror show. You scrubbed your skin raw and took extra care not to get your braids wet in the shower. It was the best shower you ever took. It cleansed both your body and mind.

After you purged the massacre from your memory and watched it swirl down the drain, you padded over to your favorite chair and began to moisturize.

It was then that you felt like a human being again. All you needed now was a good outfit to boost your mood.

Hopefully Bruce wasn't planning on taking you anywhere too extravagant, you were exhausted, but this was Bruce you were talking about, so you decided on wearing something stylish.

You wanted to be both comfortable and presentable and fished out a printed midi dress that Barbara urged you to buy during a shopping trip a few months ago.

She said the orange hue looked amazing on your dark skin and even bought a handbag to convince you to buy it. The dress was a little short (hence the reason it stayed in your closet for so long) but today seemed to be a good occasion to break it out.

You knew the valet workers were staring at your legs.

They were glistening in the Gotham City sun from the shea butter you heavily applied on them but they didn't have to stare that hard.

Apparently Bruce thought you were taking too long and appeared on the car's passenger side, holding the door open for you. He too was staring but at least was a gentleman about it and did it more discreetly.

"Be careful... sitting down." Bruce tried to warn you but you still clipped your noggin on the low car door frame getting in.

He tried not to laugh but your adorable pout, made out of sheer embarrassment, was too cute. He could tell it was your first time in a low ground clearance car.

He kept his laughter to himself all the way back to the driver's side and buckled in. You were still stewing in embarrassment although secure with your seatbelt on.

"I apologize. I should have warned you sooner. Is that yours?" Bruce pointed and you followed his line of sight to your laptop bag near your feet.

"My computer? Yeah, I wanted to take my work with me if you don't mind." You mentioned.

"I don't at all." He rested his hand on the gear shift. "Do you have everything you need?"

You mentally went over the checklist you created in the elevator. You weren't quite sure if Joker was sticking around or not, but everything in your flat was secure for at least a week.

"More or less.." You sighed.

Bruce said okay and shifted the car into drive. In a blink of an eye, you two had already darted out of the drop off circle and into the flow of traffic.

It had been years since you were in a car this smooth. The soft music playing from the stereo and the scenery flying by in the window was the only indicator you had that the car was moving.

You were shocked and looked over at the driver only to find him at ease behind the wheel.

Bruce kept his eyes on the road but out the corner of his eye he could see you in awe of his car. For your sake he slowed down just a tad.

"Have you ever been out of the city limits?" He asked out of the blue. Sure enough he sped onto Dini highway towards Burnside.

You remembered this route and smiled.

"Only once when I first moved here. If you go that way," you pointed out the window. "Past the airport is southbound to Blüdhaven but.. I've never been this way before."

Bruce nodded as he kept the car steady on Craig bridge. Some landmarks were coming up and he would do his best to educate you on them as they passed.

He was a native Gothamite despite being born and raised outside its jurisdiction. Technically he lived in the Bristol area code but eh. Gotham was Gotham.

"It'll take us a half hour or so to get to the estate but on your right.. is the eleventh best place to get a slice of pie."

"The eleventh?" You managed to snort out. "Why so specific?"

You followed the pizzeria building until it darted out of view before looking back over at Bruce.

He was dressed business forward even on the weekend, in a navy suit that fit his physique very well. You couldn't see but you would bet his shoes were brown Oxfords and his socks matched his tie.

You hoped he didn't see you roll your eyes in the window. The guy was so typical it was heartbreaking.

"Well my top ten pizzerias are back in Little Italy and scattered throughout Old Gotham. That just happened to be one that we passed."

You didn't mind hearing Bruce go on and on about the history of the area when his voice sounded like an infomercial.

It had a smokey roughness but still smooth and suave enough to charm the rich elite of Gotham. He was a successful businessman with a voice to match.

The Italian leather seats cushioned your weight and before you knew it, you were nodding off in the car.

You woke up to the car's engine revving. Or should you say purring. It was still loud enough to wake you up and you looked out the window to take in your surroundings.

"Welcome to Wayne Manor." Bruce's voice made you jump.

The car was idle, waiting for the front iron gates to swing open. Then you got to see all the grandeur of the famous Wayne Estate.

It was a castle. No, that wasn't right. It was a city of its own. You knew Bruce came from old money, but it was insane to witness the scale of his fortune in person. The vast castle loomed in the distance with its many chimney tops and gothic architecture in the midday sun.

Bruce began to slowly navigate the car down the long driveway and it gave you time to see the many flowers and other landscaping that made the front lawn gorgeous. A tall fountain in the center of the driveway spouted water in an ornate fashion, pouring from four port statues and the sun hit its surface like diamonds.

All in all, you were speechless.

"It looked smaller on tv.." You mumbled.

Bruce chuckled and pulled the car into a hidden garage off the main driveway. You paled seeing the fleet of luxury and foreign cars parked within.

It was official; you were in way over your head and Bruce definitely noticed. He backed the car into its designated parking spot and came around to your passenger side to help you out.

This time, he covered the car frame before your head made the same mistake as before. You looked up when you bumped into his hand and faintly flushed red. You hoped you weren't this clumsy the entire time that you stayed with him.

You stood to your full height and even with heels on, you didn't reach Bruce's height. He was just too tall.

Before you could move towards the trunk, Bruce already had your overnight bag and oddly enough your laptop bag in tow. "H-How did you..?"

"Follow me, Y/n." He left you with nothing to grab but your green crystal bag. The fact he expected you to keep up with his tall strides was crazy.

But you followed the dark haired male over to an alcove within the garage and sure enough, it was an elevator shaft. "Of course you have an elevator. Does the main manor have a set of escalators?"

He held the door open for you before commanding the lift to the correct floor. Bruce couldn't help but laugh. "Was that a rhetorical question?"

You just stared at him stone faced.

That was the sight that greeted Alfred when the elevator doors slid open.

He got a message from Bruce stating he was ten minutes out from the manor. It was implied they would have a guest over for an undisclosed amount of time so Alfred went out of his way to prepare a guest bedroom for them.

Little did Alfred know that if Bruce played his cards right, there would be no need for a guest bedroom.

The elevator doors opened, revealing Master Bruce and a beautiful female.

Alfred loved Bruce with all of his heart but female guests were so commonplace at the manor with a new one coming and going like clockwork. Yet somehow this one was an exception.

One, Bruce brought her in through the family wing entrance (something the billionaire rarely did with his many flings) and two, she brought along luggage.

It was safe to say, this girl was special.

"Stop laughing! I'm being serious! If there's an escalator, I wanna see it!"

Alfred heard what you said but drew a blank.

It was even worse when Master Bruce, a man of impeccable manners, doubled over laughing. Alfred couldn't believe his eyes.

"I'm sorry Y/n, but your face was priceless." He said.

"You're not answering my question!" A polite cough cut your argument short.

It was then you looked up and saw an elderly looking man in a three piece suit, standing at attention. You apologized and waited for him to speak.

"If I may, I do believe you are referring to the escalator proposal Master Bruce considered for the east wing." Alfred continued after seeing your enthusiastic nod. "Ah yes, the idea was later scrapped after Master Bruce discovered there wasn't enough space in the—"

You cut the guy off right there. "I'm sorry. I know I didn't hear you say that there wasn't enough space. This huge castle, let's just be honest here... city y'all got here and Bruce didn't have enough space? Stop playing with me!" You waved your green bag in the nearby vicinity as reference.

The foyer was massive with tapestries and other decor scattered about the huge space. Three school buses could park the length here with plenty enough room to spare.

Bruce composed himself and turned to face Alfred who was staring at you like you had grown a second head. Bruce rested his hands on your shoulders and introduced you to his butler.

"Alfred, this is Y/n L/n. She'll be staying with us until the Two Face situation calms down. Y/n this is Alfred Pennyworth, he basically raised me and taught me all I know. If I'm not around, he's the next person you want to find."

Forget about Bruce's thumbs rubbing soothing circles into your collarbones, you were standing before his replacement father figure in a short mini dress acting all types of rude.

First impressions mattered so you quickly shot forward and shook hands with the dapper male.

"Oh wow, where are my manners? Um like Bruce said! I'm Y/n, it's nice to meet you! Barbara and Dick speak so highly of you!" You said the magic words in Alfred's mind.

"You know Miss Gordon and Master Grayson?"

You nodded. "Sure do! They're my best friends!" Alfred glanced at Bruce over your head.

Bruce slowly shook his head. 'She doesn't know.'

Perhaps this girl wasn't as special as Alfred was led on to believe. Either way, you were a guest and he had a job to do.

"Splendid! Perhaps during your stay you'll get to see Master Grayson around the manor. He tends to stop by every now and then." Alfred mentioned.

"Tuh, when he's not raiding my fridge.." You mumbled.

Bruce and Alfred eyed you warily but moved right along.

"I took the pleasure in preparing a guest bedroom with a view of the south garden. If you wish, I can take your personal belongings there and show you the way."

Bruce snapped his fingers at the suggestion Alfred gave.

"What a great idea Alfred. Y/n, would you like a tour of Wayne Manor from yours truly?"

You tossed him a sour look over your shoulder and crossed your arms. You were still upset that he laughed at you.

"Will you show me all the cool secret passageways and inspire my imagination to write a short story? I wanna see all the old artwork and if you have a library.. you know what? Take me to your library and lock me inside. Let's go Wayne!"

You grabbed his hand and started down the corridor with him following behind you like a lost puppy.

Alfred didn't want to ruin the moment and mention that you two were going the wrong way. He just shook his head at his lovesick son and went to drop off your bags in your room.

The moment you laid eyes on the Wayne Manor library, your soul ascended to heaven. You pretended to faint and Bruce caught you thinking you were passing out for real.

"Y/n! Are you alright?"

"It's... beautiful!" You wiggled out of your heels and took off. That was the last Bruce saw of you.

He spent a good hour and a half roaming the shelves calling out your name. Imagine his surprise finding you in the classic lit room fangirling over a few tomes.

"There you are." Bruce set your heels down by a pair of plush chairs. "I've been calling your name for over an hour. What's captured your attention?"

He looked over your shoulder at the display case you were drooling over and smirked. He already knew what you were about to say.

You pointed to the book behind the glass. "Is that real?"

"Yes."

Maybe later you would apologize to Alfred for smudging the glass with your fingerprints but you couldn't help it.

"Your family has a copy of the First Folio?! Do you know how amazing that is? It's.. it's Shakespeare!"

You looked at Bruce when he sighed. "You know Y/n. This is supposed to be a manor tour. You've spent all your time in the library. Most girls that come over ask to see the gardens or the—"

Your sharp e/c gaze caught Bruce off guard. He knew you would cut him off. It was kinda your thing.

"Well obviously I'm not most girls. Will I run into any of them during my stay or am I expected to eat dinner with them like one big happy harem?"

Bruce didn't know if you were being serious or trying to make a joke. You didn't say anything afterwards and quirked an eyebrow, waiting for an answer.

He realized then you had a false impression of him spurred on from the media.

He was about to clear up the rumors when your phone rang inside your bag. It was the only thing you didn't part from since you stepped into the mansion.

You took one look at the screen and immediately answered it.

"Thank God you answered! I was worried sick! No phone calls, no texts, and then the news said you were missing and to make matters worse, I got a message from some guy named Troy from that trashy paparazzi magazine.. uh G Magazine, I think. Anyways.. he claims to have hot pics of you leaving with Bruce Wayne. Even if it's fake I need to talk to you!"

Oh how you loved your friend Cindy. You could hear the genuine concern in her voice along with her business manager tone.

There was a lot of damage control to clean up and Cindy tends to work fast.

"Hi mom. Yes I'm alive. The pictures are probably from the valet guys at my penthouse. They're real. I'm.. uh actually with Bruce right now." You looked at him as you said it.

It sounded like Cindy spat her drink out. She coughed a bit before responding. "Y'all f__king?"

Cue you vanishing into the nearest bookshelf because she said it loud enough for Bruce to hear.

He was standing in front of you and ducked his head to hide his boyish smirk. You would have dissolved into atoms if it were possible.

Thankfully you composed yourself enough to answer. "No. We. Are. Not. Get your mind out of the gutter, you whore. Is this a 'we need to talk face to face' conversation, or can it be done over the phone?" Your teeth ground out each word straight into Cindy's ear.

"I thought you were dead Y/n! What do you think?!" Cindy said with the same amount of attitude.

She did have a point, so you dialed your tone back a little.

"Ehh fair enough. I'll see you—"

"Noooo no no. You'll see me right now! Finish smashing the billionaire, freshen up, and get your behind in my office pronto!"

She hung up as quickly as she called, leaving you with a lifetime's worth of humiliation and Bruce Wayne patiently waiting to talk about it.

And he didn't miss a beat. "It seems like you've been summoned." He grabbed your heels from the floor and offered them to you. "You need a ride to her office?"

Alfred was nice enough to send you off with a packed sandwich and a bottle of water after your stomach growled on the way out the door.

At first you felt awful for even thinking about eating in Bruce's fancy car but he stopped at a red light and took you by surprise.

He pulled out a healthy bar from his pocket and took a bite. You watched as tiny crumbs fell onto his lap and onto the patented leather seats.

It was your green light to dig into your lunch except this sandwich could pass at a five star restaurant and it was packed into a linen cloth bag with Bruce's family crest embroidered on it.

The level of bougie was astounding. The sandwich was superb even if you picked off the tomato Alfred added.

"You don't like tomatoes?" Bruce asked halfway back into the city. You nodded while licking the inside of your mouth.

"It makes the bread soggy. This sammich still bussin tho.. I mean! It's good." You snapped your gaze out the window.

Your Blüdhaven dialogue usually came out whenever you were frustrated or hungry. You rarely code switched, but Bruce and his proper upbringing made you feel a little guilty.

You stole a glance at Bruce who was slowly nodding his head trying his best to process your words.

He followed the flow of traffic back onto Craig bridge but waited until he was halfway over to ask. "Where is your manager's office located?"

"Oh I'm so sorry. It's on Blackman Avenue in New Gotham. Actually it's not far from your foundation chapter over there. Maybe a few doors down or so." You polished off your sandwich and finished drinking the bottle of water.

He thanked you for the landmark and stayed on the highway to get there quicker. Not much was said after that.

You were scrolling through your phone when you heard the car, more like felt it, come to a stop.

"Excuse me sir, this is a restricted parking garage. I'll need to see some form of identification or a pass." A security guard stopped Bruce from going any further.

It was odd seeing Bruce being treated like a normal human being instead of a celebrity.

And he was a good sport about it. He just smiled and was about to reach over to grab his ID, when you leaned forward and waved. "Wassup TJ? How was the Chargers game last weekend?"

The mood change was swift.

"Miss Y/n! You remembered! It was wonderful, thanks for the tickets by the way. It really made my son's birthday sitting court side. Go on through and have a good one!" He left the side of the car to jog to the security post to lift the gate.

It raised up even though Bruce's Lamborghini was low enough to pass under it with ease.

He was considerate enough to stop at the checkpoint given he could have just driven straight through.

You pointed over to the visitor's parking and he backed into a parking spot with one hand on the steering wheel, the other on the back of your seat. Your brain had a mini shutdown from seeing it. Did he just..?

Bruce turned the car off and looked your way. "Are you ready to go?"

You scrambled out of the car (making sure not to bump your head again) and made a beeline for the elevator to the business offices. Bruce easily caught up to you and sent a curious glare your way after your odd and sudden behavior.

Did he say or do something that offended you? He spent the entire ride up to Cindy's company's floor in self reflection.

You on the other hand took the time to shake Bruce's driving skills out of your head. Yeah it was kinda hot but anyone could back in one handed! Joker could probably do it...

Your mind froze mid thought.

It was the first time you thought about the clown since you left him in your apartment this morning. It felt like you were cheating on Bruce thinking about Joker and vice versa.

Was that even possible? Your mind didn't register that the elevator had stopped until Bruce gently tugged you out. He guided the two of you off to the side, right outside of the publisher company's front door.

"Are you alright Y/n? You look lost in thought."

You felt his hand tilt your chin up to gaze into his charismatic pools of blue. Bruce's eyes had a way of erasing all current thoughts from your brain.

You just didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

He knew about his powers of persuasion; he was a businessman for crying out loud. With one look he could be beguiling, the next stern and threatening. He could close international deals and seduce women from all walks of life with his charm. You were no exception.

But the way in Bruce had you cornered intimidated you. Joker was the only person you liked backing you into walls.

Wait, where did that thought come from?

It sent you down another rabbit hole and Bruce watched the panic and concern weigh on your brow. He knew a way to get your attention and was leaning down to do it when you snapped back into the present.

"Sheesh. Had a moment but I'm back. Let's go, Cindy is waiting and you don't keep a woman like her um.. waiting."

You pushed a few braids back over your shoulder before walking through the glass doors, unknowingly leaving Bruce high and dry.

He just shook his head at the missed opportunity of kissing you. It didn't take him long to catch up with your short strides. It was safe to say walking into the office with Bruce Wayne hot on your heels was a sight to behold.

Office drones, big hotshots, and other personnel stopped what they were doing to watch you walk pass in your fancy high heels and printed orange dress.

The floor was your runway with how you moved with a purpose to your friend's office. She was the only one with a frosted door, monogrammed of course, and overlooking the city with giant panoramic windows.

Cindy was a distinguished girl boss with class.

Her many awards and achievements sat on floating shelves and decorated the farthest wall.

A vegan animal rug lay on the floor and marked the lounge area inside the room. A fresh vase of flowers (arranged and delivered by Morgana) stood tall on a tasteful coffee table along with a stack of Cindy's favorite books and a bowl of assorted chocolates.

The owner of the posh office was currently on the phone with her back towards the door.

You knew she was expecting you so you saw yourself in and got comfy on one of her couches. Bruce however hesitated before sitting down next to you, rigid and remorseful.

He knew proper executive office etiquette. The guest knocked and waited to be called in. Then they waited again until the boss told them to sit. You just broke every unspoken rule.

He looked on in shock as you helped yourself to the chocolates on the table.

His eyes darted over to the woman wrapping up her phone call and knew he would have to apologize on your behalf.

Bruce saw her hang up and acknowledge the people in her office. She kept an unreadable expression on her face even as she sat down in her chair and crossed her ankles.

"I know you're not eating my chocolate that Daniel from Deltonics gave me." She said.

"Girl, you must be giving it up to this Daniel guy because this some good chocolate. Where he get these from? I can't even pronounce this." You smoothed the lid out and tried to read the label.

Bruce kept quiet but said the chocolatier's name correctly in his head. Cindy ignored you to eye the real candy in the room.

"My my.. at least you have a good reason for being late. Bruce Wayne. It's an unexpected pleasure to meet you."

Bruce inclined his head at the greeting. He would have stood up to shake hands but thought it was too formal given the energy in the room.

"It's nice to officially meet you as well, ma'am. I apologize on Y/n's behalf for barging in during your phone call. We should've waited outside."

Cindy eyed Bruce up and down and snorted. Her hair flip sent a waterfall of black silk pouring down her back.

It didn't take a rocket scientist to understand Wayne was old school when it came to office etiquette. It was the twenty-first century but it was hard to teach old dogs new tricks, however... her honey colored eyes flickered over to you seated next to him.

If anyone could prove the saying wrong, it was you.

Cindy waved off his concern. "It's fine, Y/n and I have an open door policy. She practically runs the place and the phone call was about her anyway. After she decides to stop eating my candy, maybe you can drop her off at GCPD headquarters so they can close her missing person's case. Thanks for checking in with someone last night, idiot. We all thought you were dead!" She directed the last part at you.

"I thought so too." You licked a bit of cocoa off your thumb and faced your friend. "Cindy.. about Sapphire.."

"Save it." Cindy held up her hand.

The room was quiet for a moment as the three of you mourned a young life. Cindy was a tough cookie but you noticed she turned her head and quickly wiped a tear from her eye.

"I.. ahem. I contacted her parents and made the executive decision to cover any and all costs her family might face. She only worked here for a few months but Sapphire will be greatly missed. She sent me a text before everything happened. Something about you talking to some production staff. I didn't get much out of her but did anything promising occur?"

Handling business. You knew it was Cindy's way of coping so you avoided the elephant in the room and played along.

"Oh Polly!" You turned to face Bruce who was already staring at you.

You shook off the fuzzy feeling it left and grabbed his hand. "One of your employees, I think her name was Polly Truman, she gave me a card to negotiate a deal whenever I was ready."

Cindy had to ask. "You do business in film?"

Bruce rubbed his thumb against your hand holding his. The soft weight of it and the warmth it provided was welcomed wholeheartedly.

He knew exactly who you were talking about since Polly was a witness when Batman and Jim Gordon were still at the scene. She stated she saw you being carried out by a partygoer but didn't get a good look at them when her husband was injured by a stray bullet.

Her report gave Bruce hope that you were still alive but it was uncertain if the partygoer Polly saw was a Good Samaritan or in fact one of Two Face's goons.

Your trail went cold out in the back alley and Bruce wanted to know how you got away if you were indeed captured. Hence the reason why he needed to wear down your defenses and find out where you spent the night last night. You were hiding something.

He was hoping you would confess to your manager your whereabouts while he was within earshot but for now, business came first.

"I do. Polly informed me of the film department's interest in partnering with Y/n. I believe she mentioned in a past book interview that she wanted a movie deal that sticks close to the book material." Bruce replied to Cindy.

She playfully hummed and opened up a blank word document.

Her long nails made a pleasant tapping noise inside the office as she typed out a rough outline while you and Bruce brainstormed aloud.

You negotiated three movies for each book with a possible fourth if needed. You expressed there was a cast list already in mind but Bruce stopped you saying that portion of the film didn't fall in his jurisdiction.

Cindy came to his defense and agreed. She explained he was the legal side of things like ironing out the structure of the deal and the estimated budget.

"Cindy, I love you but when it comes to the legal thingys, you usually take over. Talk to me when it's time to cast or direct. Or to discuss the costume design. I want to make sure my vision is perfect for the big screen. The boardroom parts just bore me."

Her eye twitched before she pointed at the door.

"Go get a snack from the cafeteria or something since business bores you! You see what I have to deal with?" She mentioned to Bruce while shaking her head.

You tried to slam the door but it softly clicked shut behind you. Stupid fancy doors messing up your dramatic exit. Cindy's personal assistant wasn't at her desk so you roamed the office looking for something to get into.

If you had blinked then you would have missed him but sure enough a familiar head of blond hair could be made out the corner of your eye, walking away.

He blended in so well– but not well enough for your paranoid mind to miss.

You made your way across the office over to him. Call it luck or maybe it was a coincidence but once the coast was clear, you pulled the guy into a nearby closet. The light came on automatically and you were then face to face with Mac.

He was bold enough to continue playing his part. "Lady, have you lost your mind?!"

"Cut the bull Mac. I know it's you. What in the world are you doing here? Did he order you to follow me?"

He gulped and looked at the box of staples behind your head.

"Helloooo?"

"I dunno." Was his stiff reply.

"Oh screw all of that Mac! It's just you and me here. He did, didn't he? Did he leave my apartment already? Is that why you're following me?"

"I have to get back to work." The man was dedicated to his role, you'd give him that.

"You're not even a janitor!!"

Mac was nice and had the face of a model but all of that disappeared when he whirled around in the tiny space to stare you down.

Apparently your words touched a nerve that he couldn't let slide. He pointed a finger in your face and you eyed it with a hint of fear.

"I clean up Joker's messes. If you end up being a problem, then so be it. I always get the job done." He whispered.

You had to figure out Mac's intentions here. "So let me get this straight.. your orders are to follow me but you won't protect me if something happens?"

This was a complete 180 from the guy who willingly helped you this morning. It was bizarre how all of this happened just today.

"You got Wayne to do that for you." Mac replied.

Now that hurt and your jaw dropped hearing his cruel words.

Mac stood before you representing his loyalties as clear as day. You knew how things looked from his perspective, but this wasn't about Mac or anyone else for that matter.

Regardless of how things went during this little experiment with Bruce or how long you decided to stay, you knew Joker had your back.

At least you hoped he did.

However until you returned to Joker's side, you were a liability; just another mess to clean up if something did go south just like Mac said.

You nodded despite your heart tightening in your chest. "Aight cool. I peep the energy. I'll let you get back to your job then."

Mac stared at you, expressionless. You left the closet like a bat straight out of hell. If Joker's henchmen treated you like that, would Joker treat you the same whenever you did come crawling back to him?

It only took half a day to realize that leaving with Bruce was a mistake.

This isn't what you wanted. He was with Cindy making one of your dreams come true but your mind wasn't in that office. It was wherever Joker was. You had to apologize to him. You had to make up with him fast before your terrible decision left any lasting effects.

You stepped out the closet and was preparing to make a run for the door when you felt a presence behind you. You didn't have to turn around to know whose shadow darkened your aura.

You and Thomas Ford never quite got on the right foot. Mainly because his entire demeanor oozed sexual harassment. The first time you met him, he flirted and felt you up— acting like you wouldn't notice. He wouldn't dare pull some mess like that with Cindy present.

Yet here you were. Alone. With him.

"Y/n!! I'm so glad to see you alive and well after that terrible fiasco we had last night. If you had stayed by my side we could have crashed at my place and talked.."

He slithered himself closer to you but stopped when he heard your name being called.

"There you are Y/n. We need your present to determine a few things." Bruce immediately noticed the guy with you.

He picked up your aversion to Thomas and went on the defensive. "Who is this?" Bruce pointed at the guy.

You didn't want to introduce him but Thomas stuck his hand out anyways. "Thomas Ford. I'm Cindy's publishing partner and—"

Bruce took a move out of your book and cut Thomas off mid sentence. "Nice to meet you. Come on, Y/n."

Bruce made sure everyone that was watching saw his hand on your lower back and how he pulled you closer to him without complaints. It was a clear nonverbal warning for Thomas to back off. You didn't like rivalries but for this situation it was necessary.

Bruce shut down any more future encounters between you and Thomas.

With that out of the way, Bruce guided you back inside Cindy's office and over to her set of lounge chairs.

The boss was neck deep in paperwork but looked up when you came in. "Let's talk business; what are your terms for the scripting?"

Bruce sent you an encouraging smile that got you talking.

"I want the movie script to follow the books to the letter. If something happens to me, please promise me that my story won't get botched to high heaven."

Cindy quirked an eyebrow. "What are you talking about Y/n? Nothing's gonna happen to you. Do you see the security detail Wayne has posted for you? God you're so dramatic."

"I agree with your manager. You're in safe hands." Bruce assured you.

"Fine hands at that but that's neither here nor there. What I need from you is that WIP you're working on submitted." Cindy continued to type on her computer and didn't catch your grimace.

However Bruce did and he turned to face you. "You're working on a new book? That's amazing Y/n! No wonder you didn't have time to write my biography."

"You asked her to write your biography?" Cindy almost fainted on the spot. "I say this as both a friend and a manager Y/n. Jump on that. Him I mean."

You facepalmed while Bruce concealed his flattery.

"I am so sorry Bruce. Cindy tends to blur the lines between being professional and being inept." You shot her a glare.

"No worries. I agree, you should consider writing my biography but if you already have a sequel in the works, I don't want to intrude." He said.

You almost broke your neck looking at him. "My wip is not a sequel to Will Hunter Bill."

"Oh it's a new project, okay! Sell me a dream." Cindy grabbed her favorite notepad and pen. You wondered why she didn't save trees and drafted the outline on her computer program.

Now the room's attention was solely on you. Great.

"I'm actually keeping this one under wraps until I'm ready to publish but.." You stalled.

Cindy paused mid pen stroke. "I hate when you say but."

You knew how she was going to react but your mind was already made up about this. It was a forbidden territory that you wanted to explore.

You had to tell her like ripping off a bandaid. "It's angst."

"Y/n no." Cindy was already massaging her temples after hearing your choice in genre. To win her over you had to apply facts.

"Hear me out! You ran polls, people are interested in reading an alternative story opposed to a more traditional happy ending!"

"Y/n we talked about this. That poll was inconclusive! The demographics aren't there for it to be successful. People want to feel good after they read a book, not depressed and even if you do find a willing bracket, I still don't see the point."

"Cindy. You doubted my series where the reader was the main antagonist and look where that got us! Number one best seller in the nation. I created a new genre AND I won the American GreatReads award! If I can sell a story about the reader being a murderer, I can sell a sad ending for them too."

Bruce decided to butt in with his input. "Is this new story another reader insert?" You nodded and played with a braid of your hair.

"Y-Yeah. I drafted it as a typical love at first sight troupe but it's all an illusion. The reader and main character are just wasting each other's time. I don't wanna spoil anything but it gets really deep. If I drop teasers and create enough lore for fans, I can make the numbers."

The room was quiet again as you waited for Cindy to mull over your proposal. You were the author but if your publisher didn't accept the story idea, it would never see the light of day much less a bookstore shelf.

Despite how informal it was, you were pitching your book idea to your manager. And Cindy's pursed lip meant she wasn't buying it.

"It'll be another flop." She sighed.

"Hey now. Let's back it up." You shifted your weight on the couch and Bruce noticed the sudden change in the air. "I'm confused. What's supposed to be my first flop?"

Bruce was confused too and discreetly leaned in. Perhaps he was biased for being a fan of your work, but he failed to see how any of your books could fit in the failure category.

Yet Cindy seemed to have the answer and rested her cheek in the palm of her hand.

"We're seriously gonna have this discussion? Fine then. Of Tulips and Orchards."

"How? It's on a mandatory reading list for Gotham City Middle School! I'm not understanding how that's a flop! It might not be my bestselling book but it's by no means a flop, let's be clear." You had to defend your work.

"Y/n, you are riding a high right now! You just completed a book tour and commercials are still airing and bringing in revenue. We're negotiating a movie deal as we speak so why would you downgrade from all of that to an angsty sob story? I'm not approving—"

"I am not giving up on him!" You shouted into the room.

Cindy looked away and Bruce felt uncomfortable sitting next to you. You didn't realize that you stood up in anger until his hand grabbed ahold of yours.

"Y/n? Is there something you want to tell me?" Bruce asked after your outburst. You looked down at his hand holding yours, utterly confused.

"What?"

"This might not be the place to talk about this, but we don't have to be a sad ending, Y/n."

Sweet Jesus send help. Bruce thought your story was about him. How wholly incorrect he was. None of this was about him and you began to question why you even put up with him in the first place.

"We can talk about it later." You said flippantly, not expecting him to respond so quickly.

"Perhaps over dinner?"

"Yeah yeah sure. Over dinner." You sat down to continue your conversation with your manager.

"Anyways Cindy, you can't turn me down! I'm way too invested here. The words are pouring straight from my heart onto the draft. I can't stop now. If you don't want to go forward with me then I'll just self-publish. I'm going to get this story out and you're not gonna stop me."

Hopefully Cindy would understand the determination in your voice and reconsider.

Your new story was still in the early stages and not even fully fleshed out yet but that didn't mean you weren't passionate about it and wanted it to get the limelight it deserved. If you strung the words right, this would be the best book you ever wrote.

Granted you were biased but who cared about that?

You sat up straight hearing Cindy sigh. "You're an amazing writer Y/n and I'm sorry I doubted you. If your heart's in it, I better start writing my acceptance speech when we win another bestseller award. I'll just write it off as a full piece submission so you can keep your contract with us. I can't lose you."

"Ah! Thank you Cindy!" You danced in your seat.

She stashed her notebook away and huffed, "Don't thank me just yet. I still got a boatload of paperwork to fight through plus this movie contract to iron out." She smiled wide and you knew nothing good would come out of her mouth thereafter.

"Go have dinner with yo boo thang, I'll be here, working. As usual." Cindy wagged her eyebrow at you and Bruce still holding hands.

Upon realizing it you quickly let go and missed Bruce's adorable pout.

Your hand was so soft and tiny enveloped in his own. You weren't mindful of it but as you were talking with Cindy, your thumb smoothed over his calluses formed by his batsuit. It felt nice.

And Cindy watched the entire exchange with hawk eyes.

For a man in his late thirties, Wayne still looked and acted like a young Casanova she thought. Which reminded her to contact that G magazine and dispel the gossip they wanted to print about you and Bruce.

Cindy ducked in enough time to miss being hit with a chocolate bonbon that you threw. She could sense your embarrassment from across the room.

Bruce could tell you were tired of your friend teasing you and decided to end your misery.

He stood to his full height and fixed his suit. "Thank you Cindy for your time. My legal team will have an official contract sent over come Monday morning to begin the deal."

"No, thank you Mr. Wayne for doing business with us. I know this will make Y/n very happy." She stood up to walk you both out.

Her heels clicked on the floor and right as you walked out her office, she stopped Bruce from leaving.

"Is there something wrong?" Bruce knew where this conversation was going after seeing her tight smile.

"Oh nothing right now but hurt her in any capacity and I don't care if you're a trillionaire with coins on the side, I will end you."

Bruce nodded and played along. He faced Gotham's most vile individuals for years. He wasn't intimidated by this woman in the slightest.

"Duly noted Mrs. Cindy. As I said before, Y/n is in good hands."

She looked down at them before her light honey colored eyes returned to his face. "She better be. Oh and Wayne? She likes Asian cuisine."

He got the hint and walked out to find you waiting by the elevator. Just about everyone in the office saw the two of you leave and were already whispering and stirring up gossip.

You could only imagine Monday morning's headline.

The man of the hour mashed the down arrow for the elevator, not saying a word to you. You eyed him warily and wondered what he and Cindy talked about.

Once the doors closed Bruce turned your way with a handsome smile. "Does Osteria sound good to you?"

It took you a minute but you were pretty sure he was talking about a restaurant. You were getting hungry again and it was creeping towards dinnertime.

Negotiating business deals took a huge chunk out of the day.

"Uh... you mean that fusion restaurant on Hamill Avenue? Bruce, that place is Michelin star. It takes like months to get on the waiting list!"

He looked down at you on his left. "I don't think that'll be a problem."

"Please don't tell me you own the place." He said nothing as the elevator stopped on the garage level access. His lack of response confirmed it.

"Of course you do, you're Bruce Wayne." You muttered under your breath.

Bruce just chuckled. He hoped this time you spent with him would open your eyes to the person he truly was and not what the media and gossip magazines wrote about him.

Once again he held the car door open for you and covered the frame (although you refused to hit your head a third time, you still did) and watched you settle into the car.

Your high heels accentuated your legs to his gaze and Bruce slammed the door harder than he anticipated, but you were a walking goddess distracting him.

It took all of his training and self control to not jump you. Yet you had the audacity to hike your dress up further.

You waited until Bruce was buckled in to ask. "I'm flattered you wanna take me to dinner but this isn't fancy enough to wear to Osteria."

He dragged his eyes from your thighs up to your face.

He adored the ruffles on your bust and the blue pattern printed along the material but most importantly, how it hung so elegantly on your frame.

"You look stunning but I agree your outfit is very casual. We can go shopping right now if you'd like." He offered.

"There's just no room for excuses with you is there?"

He said nothing while reaching over to cup your face. It was a soft moment where nothing but eye contact mattered.

"Tis nothing but a word on the wind. I would forsake all my duties to appease your will."

You sweat dropped and looked away. "You really like the Greeks Among Us huh?"

Bruce admired each of your features in awe. It should be illegal how gorgeous you are.

"It was a beautiful story that many people overlook in your oeuvre. I consider myself a lover of the fine arts and your work in the Greeks Among Us was exceptional. I have no doubts you'll do the same for your current project, but like I said before, it doesn't have to be depressing. I know our relationship is quite fresh but I know for a fact it won't end in angst."

With every word Bruce drew closer and closer to you. You were frozen in place, knowing exactly what would happen next. You made this choice, so why was it so hard trying to be normal? Any girl would kill to be in your position.

Sitting in Bruce Wayne's foreign car waiting for him to close the distance and kiss you was every girl's dream in Gotham yet there you were dreaming of another male with green eyes instead of blue, and dirty dyed hair with stark white face paint.

Why wasn't he here?

Oh right. You left him to run away with Bruce. You had to think about your future where Joker was long gone.

You couldn't always be reckless and harbor a fugitive in your apartment. In time Joker would move on and leave you heartbroken. Bruce gave you an opportunity to secure a safe and happy future for yourself yet you hesitated. You just had to grin and bear it until you accepted it.

You mentally nodded and prepared yourself for whatever Bruce would bring to the table.

He started off slow.. too slow, to the point you questioned all of his past flings declaring him to be a great kisser, until out of nowhere, Bruce grabbed the back of your head and dove right in.

His lips were like velvet and wet but not overly so, and filled with a passion he previously had bottled up until this point. Bruce's desire was relentless but it lacked something.

You could get used to it and you needed to try being normal, so you reciprocated that same energy right back. You didn't hesitate unbuckling your seatbelt and climbing over the gear shift.

The last thought you had was if the windows were tinted enough.

Bruce was many things and one of them unfortunately was being a gentleman. Your fingers had found the lever to recline his seat back when he suddenly pushed you into the car horn.

The loud sound echoed in the garage and gave Bruce time to catch his breath.

This was not how he wanted things to progress with you. Yes, you were hot and educated, virtually the woman of his dreams, but he would not treat you like a one night stand and f__k you in his car. He needed to slow things down before they got way out of hand.

His right hand rubbed away the sharp pain hitting the steering wheel caused your back.

"We should ah," He cleared his throat, looking up and away when you unintentionally rolled your hips onto his lap. "We should go dress shopping for dinner."

He didn't wait for you to respond.

You had a nanosecond to brace yourself when Bruce picked you up and placed you back in the passenger seat. You froze trying to process the fact he did it with one hand, no sweat. How strong was this man?

You slid your e/c eyes over to him in the driver seat. Now it was a huge ego boost to see a man like Bruce struggling to collect himself after just making out with you.

A smug grin was directed out the window and a mental pat on the back was given.

'I still got it.' You mused to yourself.

Bruce ranked a hand through his hair before starting the car. It rumbled underneath you like a snoring dragon with so much power lying dormant.

"Yes. Dress shopping.." He said it more to himself and for the entire drive to the store, Bruce didn't say a single word to you.

You didn't feel insulted since you knew he was restraining his desire. The poor steering wheel had to bear all of his frustration.

And of course Bruce would pick an expensive brand name boutique for you. His yellow Lamborghini slid perfectly into a parking spot in the front so the store clerks inside could see.

They saw commission coming and scrambled to wait on him first.

Unfortunately for them you wouldn't need any help except for a changing room. You had to give them credit though. They tried but you didn't spare them any attention as you made a beeline for the formal gowns alone. Bruce was still being circled by the vultures at the front. He was used to it though.

By the time he got away and found you, you had decided on a strapless number and had already tried it on.

It fit like a glove and matched Bruce's navy suit he currently wore. Well the bottom of the dress did.

It was made of ombré sequins starting from a crimson red to a brilliant cobalt. Bruce was followed by an associate he deemed worthy enough to assist you.

"I see you're finding everything okay! You know, there is a pair of shoes that matches that dress perfectly!" Her smile was slick that aggravated your nerves.

You weren't impressed. "The ones I have on are fine."

Bruce coughed into his fist. He did love the Louboutin pumps adorning your feet but since he was paying..

"Can you please bring a pair? I'd like to see them."

She nodded and asked what size. You snubbed her and refused to answer. What part of, the ones you had are fine did these two not understand?

"Excuse us." Bruce asked the lady to wait.

He bent down, holding you close by your waist before whispering in your ear. "What size do you wear?"

Ever defiant you glanced up at Bruce with an eyebrow arched.

"You're going to make this difficult, I see. If this is about money, I'll buy this entire store Y/n. It's not a problem. Let me spoil you." He nuzzled his nose into your neck.

You locked eyes with the sales rep who jumped at being caught staring before walking away. With her gone, you felt comfortable enough to speak.

"I feel like a sugar baby." You whined and Bruce leaned back a bit.

"What?"

"Oh come on Bruce. You invite me to stay with you, you negotiate a contract for me, then you ask me out to dinner and take me shopping. You're acting just like a sugar daddy would."

He stared at you for a moment and tried to calm your worries.

He lifted your chin with his finger. "Y/n, please don't feel that way. It does come off that way now that you mention it but I assure you. You are important to me and I'm sorry if I treated you poorly. Come here."

You walked into his embrace without a second thought. Sure it was warm and you felt safe and secure but there was no spark that you so desperately craved.

You kissed Bruce but it wasn't memorable, not after the explosion of passion Joker gave you.

His touch was maddening and fervent to your bones. You craved the passion Joker had in store for you. Just being in his presence was electrifying– you didn't get that from Bruce. You feared you never would, no matter how hard you tried.

But you were in too deep and you had to admit, you were greedy. If Bruce wanted to shower you with affection by the gods you were gonna let him!

If he continued to hold you close like a fine piece of treasure then you'd let him because you never had a perfect loving boyfriend who doted on and gave you affection.

Bruce was prepared to give you the world and you shied away from him simply because it was a new experience. It was selfish and cruel being with Bruce knowing your mind and heart was set on another.

Bruce was a good man; any woman would kill to have him as a lover, just not you.

Was it wrong to gobble up this feeling while it lasted? How selfish could it be to allow Bruce to treat you like a princess for just one day?

You looked up into his blue eyes and weighed out every con in your head.

You didn't care if you were being selfish. You didn't care if you were using him. You wanted to experience what a normal relationship felt like before you went back home to a monster. You hated the situation you put yourself in. It tore at your heart seeing the dark road you prepared to walk down.

The future was uncertain but you could at least live in the moment right now. So with a vexed heart you looped your arms around Bruce's neck and caved.

"I'm a (insert shoe size)"

Bruce repeated it back with a grin. He thought nothing of your frown when he leaned down to kiss you. You met him halfway.

Nothing. You felt nothing.

You surprised yourself when the sales associate came back with a sample. You were shockingly polite and asked if she had any recommendations for accessories.

You rested your head on Bruce's chest and fell further and further into your own misery.

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gegewrites · 2 years

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Rue- I hate you

1-30-22

Words idk

Edited no

Content warning- angry/ fiend rue, drugs, talk of overdosing, manipulation and blame

Your pov-

I was awoken to the loud loud LOUD banging at my front door, I lived alone, so my first thought was, oh Fuck, I’m gonna get killed. But also, oh fuck, is it the cops? With that and the adrenaline running through me I jumped out of bed and ran out of my room begire grabbing the metal bat that sat by the door.

I ran down the stairs almost tripping and falling but I didn’t. The banging didn’t stop and I know my neighbors were pissed.

“Shut the Fuck up!” I yelled in like sing the door and swinging it open excepting to find a cop or some tall ass man but instead.

“Jesus Fuck rue!” I yelled,”you can’t fuckin do that!”

“Look im sorry! Just let me in!” I opened the door leaning the bat against the wall begire walking away.

“It’s 8 in the Morning Rue, you should be at home.” I plopped down on the couch.

“I know, I know….I just need a favor (y/n).” Rue and I broke up a week before her overdose during the summer. And now she’s in love with the girl named Jules.

“What is it rue?” She leaned over the back of the couch.

“I need you to buy or get something for me.”

“Rue.”

“Look fez wont sell to me anymore okay?! He will sell to you though.” She pressed.

“I don’t do oxy Rue, he would know also I’m not gonna-“ she cut me off.

“If you loved me you’d fuckin do this (y/n)!” She yelled.

“Then have your fuckin girlfriend do it rue!” I got off of the couch,”I’m not falling for this shit again! I bought the drugs that almost killed you! I’m not having your Fuckin life on my hands anymore rue! I can’t do it anymore! How do you not understand!” Tears fell from my eyes as I yelled at her.

“You’re so damn selfish (y/n)! Not everything is about you!” I shook my head at her words,”you caused my overdose (y/n)! This is the last thing you can do to for me!”

“You cannot pin your overdose on me rue! Get the Fuck out of my house rue!”as I yelled at her she walked away quickly uo the stairs,”the fuck are you doing?!” I ran after her up the stairs but she got into my room before I could. I twisted the knob but it was locked,”rue!” I banged on the door. I knew what she was doing, she was ransacking my drawers for my drugs; weed, acid, and coke along with the Xanax and addy I sold.

I couldn’t call anyone because my phone was in the bedroom.

“Fuck you rue! FUCK YOU!” I kept yelling in hopes she open the door so I could slam her ass to the floor and get her out of my house,”I wish you stayed in rehab! I was rooting for you and hoping you woulve gotten help but-but…I Fucking hate you! I hate you so-soo much right now!” I was bawling now, sobbing. My throat was getting sore from yelling at her and I knew for a fact I was gonna get a noise complaint,”you’re nothing but a selfish fucking druggie rue! You’re nothing but that!”

“Nothing but a ducking druggie?!” She pulled the door open and walked towards me. I was against the wall,”a fuckin druggie?! Like you’re any fucking better (y/n)! You went to rehab! You’re a teen age alcoholic with an addiction to Xanies and your gonna call me a druggie?!”

“I got clean rue!” She grabbed the dime bags of the blue bars out of her pockets.

“Clean? Ya right.” She scoffed.

“I only sell those rue!” She was scary right now, she wanted the drugs and nothing was gonna stop her. Not me, not her mom, not Ali, nobody.

“Ya right.” She scoffed as she walked away from me down the stairs,”look (y/n),” she looked back at me,”I love you an all and like…thanks for rooting for me an all, but I’m not getting clean.”

“Rue if you leave with my shit.” I walked down the stairs,”rue I will call your mother!”

“And tell her what?!” She turned around to look at me from the door,”I stole drugs from you and you caused my overdose?! No you won’t (y/n), you never will.”

“You need help rue, serious help.” She emptied one of the bags into her hand, collecting a few pills before sealing it and throwing them both into my kitchen landing on the counter.

“I’ll see you at school (y/n).” She smiled, closing the door.

“I Fuckin hate you.”

#euphoria #euphoria fandom #euphoria fic #rue euphoria #rue bennett #rue x reader

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frostironfudge · 3 years

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Here's the request for the hc, only if you're not busy

How do you think a relationship would play out if Tom and the reader has a bit of an age gap?

soo this is the first headcanon i’ve written

thank you for the request i thoroughly enjoyed it

i hope you enjoy it!

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- it would have been a topic of discussion when you both would initially start dating it mainly would stem from what would others think rather than something the both of you actively thought of

- it usually would be prominent in choices for music or some movies so Tom suggested they alternate between choosing what to watch for movie nights but you both would enjoy whatever was picked by the other

- the strain from media would be there commenting on it with various posts or articles which on harder days for either of you would become sort of centre focus and may lead too questioning your decisions but you both had a policy of ‘do you want comfort or solutions?’

- more often than not it would be comfort that is needed so you would take it up on yourself to cook up something that Tom really loves or order in his favourite food putting on his favourite music and just being there till he would be ready to speak about it

- when you need comfort Tom would be close to you, showing his affection and support via tactile forms, hand rubbing, kissing your forehead, if you want closer comfort he would ask you and then it would end up being a warm cozy cuddle in the nook of your home

- when it is solutions that are wanted you both would hear the other out entirely and both would navigate to find a way out of the situation at hand but mostly it would be the one who needs solutions forming the way and the other helping them see the other side to better understand all perspectives

- sometimes you would tease each other with certain aspects of the age gap (mostly Tom would tease you):

‘did you actually in real time watch youtube content creators fight?’ Tom asked randomly on a rather

‘well it was more he said she said’ you would try to explain,

‘on both platforms?’ Tom pressed on and you laughed at him for thinking it was just 2 platforms

‘well there was a tumblr deep dive analysis as well as well as twitter threads so more than one social media was involved’ you tried explaining

‘so you did watch it unfold real time?’ Tom would have this mischievous look on his face and you couldn’t believe this was turning into one of those moments

‘yes well the same way you saw-’ but he would cut you off with a kiss before you could complete your little quip at him

- you both would notice a few traits about each-other that don’t match from your particular age groups:

Tom would notice how you don’t like the micro bite sized content being created

You would notice how he always orders the trendiest items from certain places you go to

- when it would come to the physical part of the relationship there would be hesitancy from Tom over-thinking about how you perceive him from his previous relationships and if you have any sort of insecurities pertaining to that, so you would explain that it is intimidating but that you, yourself keep overthinking if he thinks anything like that about you or if he’s feeling insecure.

That would lead to a tender moment where it would be one of the memories you both distinctly remember it years later as well because even in delicate moments you were thinking if the other was comfortable and happy or not.

- Also the entire aspect of sex would be great, a little bit a lot of kinky-ness involved mainly in the terms either of you prefer used, a lot of physical signs maybe hickeys in areas which only either of you can see

- there would be moments on either side of the families questioning the age gap but both of you displaying by your actions, intentions and the way tom and you treat each that the gap stopped bothering them and they would tell off anyone who said otherwise

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Hope you enjoyed it!

note: this has not been edited or proof read so i apologise for any mistakes!

Thank you!

#tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston headcanon #tom hiddleston x you #hiddleston daily #tom x you #tom x reader #tom hiddleston x y/n #tom hiddleston is a babie #professor hiddleston #headcanon

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cheegu3 · 3 years

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do you write for enhypen? if so i would love yandere profiles for them :)

this may be shit but keep in mind that I don’t stan enhypen so I watched music videos and every video of them I could find :p 💀

TW / Trigger Warning: yandere themes (aka abusive relationships, violence)

{ENHYPEN Yandere Profiles}

Sunghoon

yandere type: playful, protective

Possesiveness: 1000/100

Violent: 55/100

Danger: 20/100

I definitely got a playful vibe from him (soo cute). So to pinpoint what yandere he would be is difficult. I think he would be chill with you but he is protective and have very strong opinions. He isn’t afraid to be disliked by others, if it meant you were safe in his arms. Aka, if someone is mean to you, he will not hesitate to beat their ass. A few times, he has lost his temper to people who have treated you bad in one way or another, but you are trying to help him avoid that again.

‘’ Sunghoon stop! that’s enough ‘‘ you screamed.

Yes you hated your bully from school, but now when you looked down at her you couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. If anyone saw the girl now, they wouldn’t be able to recognize her because of all the blood and cuts on her face and body. If you hadn’t gotten there in time..he might have killed her. The look on his face when he turns around and casually smiles as if he wasn’t doing anything wrong, still chills you to the bone today.

Jake

yandere type: sweetheart + manipulative

Possesiveness: 80/100

Violent: 30/100

Danger: 95/100

Not the most violent or dangerous one in ENHYPEN. But he is restless and impatient. He will let a lot of things you do or say slip through just because he can’t be bothered, all he wants after all is your love and acceptance. He thinks that keeping you happy, is the best way to keep you loving him. So in conclusion, pretty much a sweetheart. He is very jealous and possesive though, he wants you all to himself but tries to hide this from you. Similar to Sunghoon his possesiveness may make him violent in terms of other people, but never to you. He wouldn’t dare hurt you, even when he hurts your feelings he feels terrible...or does he?

‘’ Jake, it’s okay i’ve already told you it wasn’t that bad ‘‘ you said and consoled your crying boyfriend who was sitting on the floor.

‘’ I..I hurt your feelings ‘‘ he sniffled in response.

Your heart broke, this always happened. You thought his heart was too big. What you didn’t see was his satisfied smirk as you burrowed your head in his neck for a big embrace.

Heesung

yandere type: controlling

Possesiveness: 80/100

Violent: 90/100

Danger: 78/100

He is a scary, veryyyy serious man who will not hesitate to do what he thinks is necessary. He will control you in every way he can, hoping that you one day will love him for who he truly was. You might think he is a sweetheart when you meet him, because at first he didn’t have any rules for you. He actually didn’t mean to become a yandere, it was his first relationship where he felt extremely possesive and jealous. He loved you so much, no one could ever have you.

‘’ I’m going out with my friends now, to the club babe, see ya ‘‘

‘’ Stop ‘‘ he said suddenly in a low unrecognizable tone.

You turned around, not knowing that after today your relationship, and life would be completely different. He felt this burning rage inside him when he thought about you going to the club. You had been several times before, and the insecurity he was already dealing with started creeping up on him. Had you talked to other guys? Danced with them? Kissed them on your last trip to the club? He was getting paranoid, and had to do something about it, no matter what it took.

Sunoo

yandere type: clingy

Possessiveness: 30/100

Violent: 10/100

Danger: 5/100

He isn’t very dangerous, just dependent on you and extremely clingy, like to the point where you find it annoying. He can’t go one second without you, following you around like a lost puppy. If you’ve chosen Sunoo, you are probably more of a dominant type in a relationship and love cute boys. He is very submissive and will,like Jake, do anything to make you happy. If you deny him affection or push him away he may become more yandere and use methods like Jake, pretending to cry etc.

‘’ Suno, I have to go to school, you need to let me go ‘‘

He pouted in response.

‘’ No, take me with you if you have to. I’m not going anywhere ‘‘

Yep you 100% ended up bringing him to school beacuse he would not give up. He sat there the entire class just staring at you in awe.

Ni-ki

yandere type: harmless

Possessiveness: 10/100

Violent: -100/100

Danger: 1/100

Pleaseee he’s so young and doesn’t give of yandere vibes at all. Too sweet, let me tell you he WILL treat you like a princess/prince. Even if you are someone who might not like affection that much you can’t resist his little shy but adorable attempts at getting your attention or showing his love. It most likely started out with you having a crush on him and becoming his friend. He was really shy and soon started to develop a crush on you that only grew the more you hung out.

‘’ Ni-ki, I...have something to tell you ‘‘

His eyes widened.

‘’ What is it? ‘‘ he asked gently.

‘’ I’ve had a crush on you for a really long time now.. and - ‘‘

He didn’t hear the rest because he was already blushing like crazy and thinking about you, that’s all he ever could do. What was he gonna say? He felt awkward but he wanted to kiss you so bad right now.

‘’ I like you too y/n ‘‘

EDIT: yo nvm he’s scary asf, will learn from his band mates and grow up to become a violent Yandere 😀💀 in the meantime you have this sweetie tho

Jay

yandere type: dangerous!!

Possessiveness: 99/100

Violence: 1000/100

Danger: 10000000/100

First time I saw him dance I was like oop, terrifying. A dangerous yandere that you should at all costs stay away from. If you fall for him, rip. He is cruel, loves torturing people, aka sadist not only in the bedroom but he murders people for FUN. Loves to see people cry because of him and realized this when he started bullying people in middle school. He wants to break you to the point where you are barely alive, and depend on him for any source of survival basically.

“ Jay, please, stop “ you cried out.

He had been punishing you for an hour straight, only because he had been having a bad day at work and was stressed. You were always his punching bag.

“ I’m not done yet princess, lay still “ he answered in a monotone voice.

Jungwon

yandere type: classic

Possessiveness: 50/100

Violent: 70/100

Danger: 50/50

Jungwon is definitely a classic yandere type. The first thing that comes to mind when you think about yandere is him. He won’t be very dangerous it’s a 50/50, that is if you behave. He does feel bad for hurting you but won’t hesitate to do it, to teach you a lesson. Every time you lie to him or disappoint him, his punishments will get worse because he has zero tolerance for misbehaving and disrespecting him.

‘’ So let me get this straight. You accepted his follow request even though I said you shouldn’t? ‘‘

‘’ Jungwon, he’s an old friend of mine ‘‘

‘’ Go downstairs and wait for me in the basement. I don’t wanna hear it ‘‘

#yandere kpop #kpop yandere #enhypen

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casualazurlane · 3 years

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Soo...I couldn’t find any, but here are some pics of them as individuals ^^;

IMAGE SOURCES: [X] [X] [X] [X] [X] [X] [X] [X] [X]

NELSON: TAG ON PIXIV || TAG ON MY BLOG || MY EDIT

HARDY; TAG ON PIXIV || TAG ON MY BLOG

#azur lane #azurlane #yostar #request #hardy #nelson

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2020 End of Year Post - kdrama edition

You can find my 2020 cdrama post here: dangermousie.tumblr.com/post/638449659546845184/2020-end-of-year-post-cdrama-edition

This is only going to cover kdramas that aired in 2020; if it originally aired another year, it’s not on this list.

It’s been a pretty lackluster kdrama year. There are probably only 5 kdramas I truly loved and only three of them I was really obsessed over. Better luck in 2021!

DRAMAS WATCHED

(In order of liking from least to most as opposed to pure quality; I am including if I’ve seen enough to make up my mind; yes I realize that’s inaccurate, but that’s my list)

42 Born Again - so bad, so incoherent, so insane, I have no idea why the leads signed up for it (and unlike some of the other watchers, I think it was awful from the very start.) There is literally nothing about this drama that makes sense.

41 Love with Flaws - a bunch of people who should be tried under the Geneva Convention.

40 Sweet Munchies - Jung Il Woo proves his inability to pick a functional script.

39 Meow the Secret Boy - if you ever wanted to bang a cat, this drama is for you. Not being a furry, however...

38 Do Do Sol Sol La Sol - I lost braincells just typing out this title.

37 When I Was the Most Beautiful - the only way it’s not the dumbest, most pointless melo of 2020 is because Born Again considerately came out the same year.

36 Woman of 9.9 Billion - if you want to watch an artsy French movie about miserable people, but only badly made, boy do I have a drama for you.

35 Lies after Lies - screams after screams.

34 Backstreet Rookie - people were up in arms about various problematic plots. I am a survivor of many plots much more problematic but even I couldn’t survive how utterly boring and annoying this drama was and how utterly irritating the leads were. This has taken Ji Chang Wook off my top favorites into “should I even check his latest Lovestruck in the City? Probably not” territory almost single-handedly (Melt Me helped, to be fair.)

33 Men Are Men - boring is boring.

32 Dinner Mate - two beautiful boring people eat out a lot.

31 Was It Love - no it wasn’t.

30 Alice - Joo Won in the shower can make up for a multitude of sins but not plot nonsense of such magnitude. When you find yourself thinking it would be better if he hooked up with the alternate universe version of his mother because at least then something entertaining would happen, you know it’s bad.

29 More than Friends - started out OK, then made me hate basically everyone and kept going.

28 Start-Up - honestly, it’s probably more decent than its place here, but the toxic and batshit fandom for it (the worst this year) made me feel like breaking out in hives any time it’s even mentioned.

27 The Spies who Loved Me - how to take a good cast and waste it.

26 Private Lives - it was good but it never took off with its concept and spent more time on the incoherent plot than the OTP which was its one strength. It’s a decent drama but coming after Heartless City and My Beautiful Bride from the same writer, it’s a disappointment.

25 Record of Youth - as high as it is due to Park Bo Gum hard carrying this entire awful drama on his shoulders and doing it so well I finished it. Alas, while he is in one drama (and that drama is great), the rest of the characters and the entirety of the script are a pointless useless mess.

24 Do You Like Brahms - excellent first third, mediocre middle, and terrible last third. I don’t know what musical term applies to this? Diminuendo, I think.

23 I’ll Go to You When the Weather is Nice - nice and mellow but nothing much happens.

22 Forest - mainly for Park Hae Jin’s excellent and frequently naked bod.

21 The Ballot - I didn’t love it as much as everyone did but it was well-made.

20 Hyena - more romance and less weird law stuff would make it better.

19 365 Repeat the Year - surprisingly solid.

18 The Game Towards Zero - see 365.

17 When My Love Blooms - very old fashioned, very lovely.

16 Chocolate - also very old fashioned and very lovely but also with Yoon Kye Sang performing medical procedures bleeding and shirtless. MMM.

15 (tie) Secret Royal Inspector - a fun if run of the mill sageuk.

15 Find Me In Your Memory - best melo this year.

14 Mystic Pop Up Bar - surprisingly good even though I wasn’t planning to check it out.

13 Where Your Eyes Linger - came out of nowhere but was tender and hopeful and lovely.

12 Itaewon Class - Park Seo Joon hard carries a drama that is already excellent. Love it.

11 Psychopath Diary - Yoon Shi Yoon is such a treat in a hilarious, cynical, dark comedy.

10 Kairos - more like ouroboros.

9 Queen Love and War - in a year where sageuks are very rare, this was solid and surprisingly moving and shippy.

8 The King Eternal Monarch - people didn’t like it but I did. It’s no masterpiece and both the leads and the writers have better dramas, but it was a lovely romantic fairy tale for me.

7 Mr. Queen - sharp, hilarious, and some of my favorite actors.

6 Psycho But It’s OK - healing, sharp cinematography and even sharper chemistry.

5 Crash Landing on You - the last ep pissed me off so much this drama is dead to me but I loved it so much until then I can’t place it lower in good conscience.

4 Train - who knew I would go this hard for an OCN drama or that OCN would do romance so well? But this time-travel mystery romance is just incredible and I shipped the OTP and rooted for the characters and loved every last bit of it.

3 Run On - this is the drama Record of Youth wanted to be but failed. Smart and lived in, you feel like you are peeking at real people, but also even four episodes in, I am so invested in the main characters separately and together, and care for them so much, it’s a little frightening.

1 (tie) Tale of the Nine Tailed - my perfect fantasy romance. I liked it better than Goblin, yeah I said it.

1 Flower of Evil - all the tropes I love in one incredible package. I would rewatch episodes waiting for new ones trying to puzzle the story and to stay withdrawal but it works just as well on rewatch. Lee Jun Ki brings his trademark tortured intensity and for once, both his leading lady and his script back him up and are worthy of that. It’s perfect.

FAVORITE DRAMA

It’s a tie between Tale of the Nine Tailed and Flower of Evil but if I had to pick just one, FoE, because it had me seriously obsessed and guessing about the protagonist and gave me the narrative tropes I love so much and an OTP that statisfied all my hurt/comfort kinks and then some.

WORST DRAMA

Born Again - honestly, this is so bonkers it almost becomes good but alas...

FAVORITE MALE CHARACTER

Do Hyun Soo/Baek Hee Sung, Flower of Evil - he is so messed up, so on edge, so traumatized. Yet capable of so much warmth and caring even as he himself doesn’t realize his humanity. FoE is basically a story of a man pushed and punished by the world for his entire life who, because of one woman, finds a safe place and peace and slowly comes to life without realizing it, and watching his desperation to keep this small bit of normalcy is so heartbreaking and exciting all at once. Plus, you start the drama thinking he’s a psychopathic serial killer and end it (if you are me) thinking he must be protected at all costs and if anyone even looks at him wrong they must suffer, and that’s quite a change!

FAVORITE FEMALE CHARACTER

Nam Ji Ah, Tale of the Nine Tailed - she is so funny and tough and smart and loving and amazing that I will totally buy that a literal demi-god will do anything and everything for her and love her for literal eternity.

NEEDS TO BE MURDERED

Dad in Record of Youth - yes in a year with serial killers and supernatural demons, I picked a normal character from a mediocre drama. It’s his everyday awfulness to his family that hits so hard and I am sad he never got his comeuppance.

FAVORITE SHIP

Ji Ah x Yeon - a fearless reporter and an immortal demi-god who’s been hoping for his human beloved to reincarnate. A really rare set-up where the OTP is equally ride or die, so compatible and completely BAMF. I got why he waited for her for that long and then fell in love with her all over again. Perfection.

Runner up: Flower of Evil - he is so messed up he literally does not believe he is capable of love or empathy, but he falls in love with her anyway and so utterly she permeates his entire life. She is tough as nails and only believes what she sees and is the sole person who believes in him against the world. She loves him but he needs her. She needs him but he loves her. They are amazing.

FAVORITE SECONDARY OTP

Seo Dan x Gu Seung Jun, Crash Landing on You, North Korean x Conman were so good I shipped them harder than the main OTP and the end of that storyline pissed me off so much I dumped the drama and didn’t finish it for months (and it’s still dead to me.)

NOTP

Record of Youth - it started out and they didn’t have much chemistry but the dialogues were interesting and I thought the chemistry would grow. It didn’t and deteriorated, their dialogues became boring and relationship had zero development (about as much as the supposed female lead.) I think we were supposed to feel bad they broke up and they were going for a bittersweet open ending, instead I found myself happy about the break up of two incompatible, chemistry-less people and hoping for the love of God they never get back together.

FAVORITE SCENE

Yeon and the bridge of knives, Tale of the Nine Tailed - Yeon choosing to undergo the creeptastic bridge of knives for a chance to save Ji Ah, who at that point he is not aware is the reincarnation of his Joseon love because, as he says, he doesn’t care if she is or isn’t, it just would be more horrible to have her die than to undergo the horrific torture he is undergoing, and then the sequence with his catching her, her weeping over him and the fact that she is the original Joseon girl revealed and all the bandaging and his watching her sleep and all that loveliness, is everything for yours truly.

Runner up: Hyun Soo having that break-down at the cliff at the end of ep 15 of Flower of Evil as Ji Won desperately tries to convince him she is alive and he finally stumbles to her.

Runner runner up (it’s my list, I will do what I want): Do Won preparing to blow his brains out to give a chance to Seo Kyung to live in Train.

BIGGEST CRUSH

Seon-Gyeom, Run On. Yeah, I know. Im Siwan is tiny, delicate featured and has a runner’s build, none of which are things that normally appeal to me. But his character is so odd, so honest, so unflinching in pursuing what he thinks is right, so incapable of self-pity despite plenty of reasons for it, and so ridiculously attractive when he smiles, I don’t even care.

BEST SCENE STEALER CHARACTER

Kim Bum, TotNT - I started out being annoyed by him and ended up looking forward to his scenes and being distraught by his ending.

NEEDS A SEQUEL

Honestly, none. I was fine with all the endings. I wouldn’t mind seeing post-end life of Tale of the Nine Tailed characters or the OTP settling into their literal new world in Train, but I am good.

TROPE THAT NEEDS TO DIE

Time jump that solves all the problems off screen or alternatively years pass and everyone is frozen - something that kdramas need to learn and need to learn badly. See Record of Youth, Brahms and Start Up.

FAVORITE TROPE WE’VE SEEN A LOT OF

Men who are ride or die for their OTP - this was a great year for this - the male leads of four of my five dramas were beyond anything on that scale (only exception is Run On because it’s still too early to tell there.) Yes PLEASE.

BIGGEST DISAPPOINTMENT

This was a banner year for that what with Start Up, Do You Like Brahms, Record of Youth, and Private Lives all starting out well and nosediving off the cliff but winner is Crash Landing on You. I loved it so much for bulk of its run but the last episode pissed me off so much I deleted all my files and called it a day.

BIGGEST GOOD SURPRISE

Flower of Evil - I had no expectations of this drama and wasn’t even planning on watching it despite liking both the lead actors because yet another “look at evil serial killer be evil” drama with no romance was not my thing. Luckily someone convinced me there might be some romance and I peeked curiously. Honestly, their promo campaign was the most misleading and dumbest thing ever.

Runner up Psycho but it’s OK - I have never liked Kim Soo Hyun in anything before and the drama premise seemed WTF but it was shockingly good and KSH totally blew me away.

Hardest Working Lead

Yoon Shi Yoon - he starred in two (!!!) dramas in 2020 playing three characters and not only were both these dramas awesome in a lackluster year, but if it wasn’t for the fact that I knew it was the same actor and the fact that the characters shared a face, I would have never believed that they were played by the same actor. So good!

2020 DRAMAS I HAVEN’T SEEN THAT I MOST WANT TO WATCH

None. Covid Year gave me PLENTY of time

BEST NON-2020 DRAMA I’VE WATCHED IN 2020

My Beautiful Bride and Deserving of the Name - I was obsessed with both of them and honestly, they were much better than the bulk of 2020 kdramas I watched.

MOST ANTICIPATED IN 2021

The Moon That Rises in the Day, Hong Chun Gi, Joseon Exorcist, Island, Frightening Cohabitation, Snowdrop.

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Birthday Boy

Requests: “Soo idk why I thought of this (maybe cuz of the posts of DG turning 41) but how about a shower sex smut with Elijah? Or even a birthday sex where it's Elijahs bday? Hmm... If you're feeling it then you can choose which scenario 😋😎🤗” “Riding Elijah smut?” (Credits to gif owners!) Warning! Visual smut ahead!(REPOST!!! Was a Visual Smut but edited.)

"Y/N, my love?" A hint of confusion laced in Elijah's voice. What he didn't know was that you were upset to find out his birthday was today. Klaus had hinted at it and then when you found out, you couldn't help but be a little offended. Elijah always spoiled you for your birthday, and he never told you when his was. Probably because he knew you'd go full out and he didn't ever ask for anything special. What a party pooper, to not even want to go out for drinks? Or a dinner?

His voice was getting closer and closer to your bedroom. You sat across your bed, fixing the lace cupping your breasts and resting your chin in your hand, kicking your feet up behind you and crossing your legs. "Sweetheart you haven't answered my texts." It was always like him to worry about you. "Forgive me, baby. But I don't recall doing anything-" He opened the door and quickly looked away, you caught the big bad original off guard. "Wrong." He finished his statement weakly.

His eyes never left your body, the way you pushed yourself off of the bed and let your hair fall over your shoulders. The way you walked at him until your chest was flushed against his. "I'm not angry, but a little disappointed." But he had no idea what you were getting at. There was no way he had forgotten his own birthday, was there? "How come you didn't tell me it was your birthday? Elijah we could have had dinner or went to see a movie-" Your fingers walked up his chest.

He watched and then averted his attention to your eyes. "I never celebrate. It must have never come about." Your hand slowly wrapped around his tie, tugging him down a few notches so he was eye level with you. "Y/N-" His hand grabbed your hip, but your hand wrapped in his tie, now he wasn't leaving. He saw the evil and smoky look in your eye and held himself together. His hand on your hip was starting to get hot, he had an urge to throw you down and take you. Just because he was dominant and you trying to have dominance over him always drove him crazy.

"Well then why don't we 'celebrate' a little?" You licked your lips and then pulled his face closer, licking a stripe from his jaw to his temple. Elijah's face was red, flustered and he looked almost shy. But you knew he wasn't shy. He was trying not to fuck you up the wall and wait and see what you had in store for him. But that was the thing, you didn't have anything planned because you figured he'd want to do whatever he could to you.

Without any other noises, words, anything...you dropped to your knees. Elijah wiped his mouth and watched with his hands covering his cheeks. You skimmed your hand across the front of his dress pants, teasing the soon to be hard flesh underneath. You smiled up at him as innocently as you could but God only knows you aren't innocent especially when it came to Elijah. "I figured I'd let you have me for your big day. Just to remind you how much of a gift I am to you."

"Your confidence can make a man intimidated, Y/N." His hands now behind his back. You laughed a bit and played with his belt, now undone and hanging loosely off of his hips. Your hand skimmed the front of his pants again, this time squeezing your fingers around the thick flesh. Elijah fixed his stance so he could balance better and get a better view of you below him.

Now his pants were in a puddle at his feet and at your knees. You wrapped both hands around his length and pumped him, a soft rhythm that you knew he always enjoyed. Sensual and gentle, just enough to draw soft moans out of him and to watch his chest rise and fall. Which was exactly how he reacted and sent warmth straight between your legs. You took your bottom lip between your teeth and heard Elijah moan at the sight.

"Why don't you do something instead of looking pretty?" This was completely out of character for Elijah but whatever it was, you loved it. And even took a chance at him, pushing yourself off of the ground and leaving him to the bed by his tie. You collected his hands in yours when he attempted to hold them and shoved him backwards. He bounced but regained himself, shrugging his jacket off. He helped pull you across his lap, holding your thighs and watching you unbutton his shirt and brush it off of the bed.

You positioned yourself over his lap, playing with his cock. You teased your folds with the tip at first, and then circling your clit with it. You couldn't hold back your smile when Elijah parted his legs further, as if to throw you off balance so you'd give in. But you didn't. He released a hoarse groan when you pretended you were going to sink down on him but lifted yourself again. And Elijah's growing frustration was evident.

Once more you wriggled your hips downward, pressing the tip of his cock through your folds and then pulling yourself up. Elijah sat up, one strong arm wrapped around your waist and the other pulling you down around him despite not being ready to adjust quite yet. Your hands slapped to his shoulders and a look of shock washed over your face. "Damn it Elijah-" Your figure shook slightly in his arms.

"Mmm, but I bet it feels wonderful doesn't it?" He wiped hair out of your eyes and then tightened his arm around your hip, using his other hand to hold the both of you up. His arm pushed at your hips, urging you to move. Your nails digging into his shoulders but he didn't seem to mind at all. You closed your eyes and buried your face in his neck, your heavy breaths the only thing you could hear.

Elijah was now guiding you in a rushed and hurried motion. The rhythm was rough and anything but passionate. You used him as leverage to push down around him as fast as you could, experimenting with circling your hips and thrusting quickly back and forth. An unexpected moan tumbled from your parted lips and it was loud. Louder than you expected it to be. And it must have caught Elijah off guard because he flinched and then moaned with you.

He took this as an opportunity to take your bottom lip in his mouth, biting down and hearing your whimpers. It was like music to his ears, something he could listen to all day. His arm still guiding you. You could feel your body start to shake and a spot deep within starting to ache, your orgasm was following along swiftly.

Elijah wouldn't let it happen. If you knew him well enough he'd make you hold it, and then you'd have to wait until he was almost there and then cum together. Especially if it was his birthday he might have something like that planned, something intimate.

"Elijah." You whimpered, he took your bottom lip between his teeth again. You tilted your head back, a cry sounding throughout the room while Elijah had freed you, trailing his lips down your neck and to your chest. His mouth latched onto your right nipple, your hand coming up from his shoulder to the back of his head. You ran your fingers through his soft hair and aided him in moving back and forth from each breast.

While keeping the same rhythm, you shoved Elijah backwards and planted one hand on his chest. The other sat on his thigh. He groaned at the sudden change in position but he had a full view of what was going on between your legs. Which ultimately turned him on more if that was even possible.

You bit your lip and moaned, your eyes closed softly and wiping hair out of your face when it fell. Your toes curled, the ache returning and for some reason you couldn't hold it off much longer. But you didn't think about that, you wanted to make Elijah feel good on his special day and you figured you were doing just that when he grabbed your hips and played with the flesh beneath his fingers.

"Elijah-" You whimpered down at him, your smokey eyes showing nothing but lust for him. His thumbs pressed into your hip bones, inching closer and closer to your clit. "Elijah-" You chanted again. He knew where you wanted him and he wouldn't give it to you. "Please." You shuddered but Elijah refused.

Without another word, Elijah held you close, pulling you down onto his chest where you whimpered into him. Muffled sounds, heavy breathing, moaning. You dug your nails into his arms, holding onto him as he did you. You were thankful he assisted you by thrusting up at you, holding you down and doing work for himself.

You were tired and your head was foggy and clouded. You needed your release badly. Elijah couldn't get over how you felt, gripping him, wet, moaning his name. He grunted and you felt his muscles start to strain under your hands, Elijah was never really big on making noise but tonight was a whole different story because for some reason you had done something different and he was feeling good.

His grunts in your ear turned you on more, spurring you closer to your orgasm. Elijah kissed you, he wouldn't let you go until you finished but now you were lacking oxygen from the surprise kiss. You rolled your eyes into the back of your head and came above him. You shuddered and felt as if you'd fall apart, but his strong arms were holding you together. Elijah's orgasm came soon after, moaning into the kiss and then your hands started roaming as did his.

"Definitely the most intense." You whispered down to him. You refused to move, you felt warm and comfortable, also sore from the rhythm you moved at. And you didn't want to move. Not until Elijah rolled you over, straddling your waist and smiling down at you. "What?" You laughed with him.

"You forget its my birthday, I don't believe I'm finished with you quite yet. I'm getting used to celebrating." He kissed you once more before trailing his lips down your stomach and finishing you off for the rest of the night.

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jovialluminaryalpaca · 3 years

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True Beauty | Little by Little | Han Seojun x Kang Soojin fanfic series | part 2

Part 1 , Part 3

Hey, hey, I hope y'all are doing good, this will probably be a 3 part series and I hope I'll wrap it up by the next part. Anyhow, I hope y'all will like this part, don't forget to leave a like and reblog and feel free to share your views via ask or text, thank you 💛

No major warnings, very slight cursing (not edited)

Soojin sighed as she looked at her phone and waited for Seojun to come out of the studio. She was seated on one of the tables in the cafeteria at Move Entertainment. She tapped her feet impatiently as she sat there, it had been 2 days since Seojun witnessed her breakdown and decided to give her space to recover like he said. She felt embarrassed, not because she ruined one of his favourite jackets with her tears but because media had caught him holding her hand on a busy sidewalk that night. There were numerous stories and rumours around them and she was bombarded with calls from Jugyeong and Soo ah. She decided to ignore those calls because she knew they will only ask her questions she didn't wanna answer especially when she was recovering from her father's visit and her realisation of having feelings for Seojun.

If it was in her hands, she would've continued to avoid Seojun, but she had to come to the office to clear the rumours and make a statement that Seojun was just her friend and he was helping her out. It hurt her to say something like that but she couldn't really do anything about it, it was for Seojun's good and she knew that one sided love was all that was written in her fate.

In the past two days, she couldn't help but wonder when was it that it happened? When was the moment she started getting attached to Seojun and was dumb enough to not realise it? Was it when he made fun of her need to set everything in an order or was it when they bickered over almost any topic they could find? Was it when he called her everytime he was free and they would go to her favourite restaurant go grab a meal or was it when he stayed up late and planned a birthday surprise for a kid by performing a little concert at the orphanage the kid stayed in and the one her company helped? Was it when he casually called her pretty and bossy at the same time or was it when he apologized to her for calling her a piece of trash?

She remembered the time he did.

It was one of those nights, he walked her home after they hung out. They were both laughing at how a random old woman on the road mistook Seojun to be her grandson and dragged both of them along with her to come with her and have some dinner or tea at her place. Neither of them had the heart to refuse the old woman and it clearly looked like she missed her young grandson, so they decided to join her and much to their dismay, her real son approached them and apologised for the inconvenience she caused, she apologised and both of them told her it was not much of a big deal.

"Ya. Do you think we would've got free dinner if her son didn't come?" He asked her.

"Really? You are thinking about dinner? Oh My God." She exclaimed as he burst into laughter.

"No, no, no, I mean, food is everything you know." He said as she chuckled.

"You are such a goofball, I swear." She responded as he smiled at her. They both kept walking till they reached her apartment, they always took the route which less crowded and where he could freely roam without the mask.

"Next time, don't remove your mask in public, otherwise some other grandma will make you her grandson." She said as she nudged him.

He rolled his eyes but eventually laughed it off and shook his head as they finally reached her apartment.

"Don't worry, I won't." He replied as she nodded.

"Get home safe and try to stay as far as possible from groups of girls." She said as he smiled.

"Why? Are you jealous?" He asked as she laughed at his stupid question.

"No, because I want you to stay alive and not choke yourself to death when you get smothered by thousands of girls." She said as a matter of fact and he simply shook his head and she shrugged it off.

"Ya, Kang Soojin." He said as she looked at him.

"I'm sorry." He said out of nowhere and she looked at him blankly.

Why was he apologising to her?

"For what?" She asked as she studied his expression.

"I'm sorry for being a jerk to you back in school and for calling all those awful things." He said as she opened her mouth to say something but closed it back again.

"I know it's out of nowhere, but I just felt like I should apologise, so I did." He continued as she looked at him wordlessly.

Something about his apology was sincere even when she knew what she did was worth way worse than the words he chose to call her back then. Honestly, she deserved those words to be slapped on her and there was no justification for what she did except for it being a mean of escape which she found in Suho back then but she didn't anymore when she realized that what she did led to loosing one thing she cherished so dearly, her friendship with everyone including Suho.

"Why are you apologising? I deserved it." She said and scoffed at herself.

"Maybe, that version of you did, but I wanted to apologise to this version of you and not let her hold on to what I said back then." He explained as she looked at him with a smile.

"You don't have anything to apologise for, it's all in the past, it's like a closed back, I've moved past it, those words don't bother me that much anymore but it's the guilt that bothers me, it's always there whenever I'm around Jugyeong." She replied as he looked at her with a slight frown.

"Suho wasn't worth all that, honestly." He added as she chuckled.

"Yeah." She said as he looked at her and she looked back at him. There was just silence as they looked at each other.

"Don't you have rehearsals tomorrow for your concert?" She cleared her throat and asked him, his eyes widened as he remembered the rehearsal timings for the next day.

"Oh, no, I do. Oh, no, no. Heegyeong is gonna kill me if I don't reach the studio on time. I'll see you this weekend?" He asked as he checked his pocket for the bus pass.

"Yeah, you will, if I don't any event or work that is." She said as he smiled.

"Good, then, I'll see you later. Good night." He said and turned around to leave.

"Ya, Han Seojun!" She called out.

"Yeah?" He asked.

"Why don't get a car for yourself?" She asked as his eyes widened to realise that he was rich now and he scratched the back of his neck and looked down.

"It will save you the hustle." She continued as he nodded.

"I'll look into it." He responded and turned his back to walk ahead.

"Good Night!" She called out as he waved his hand one last time and so did she as he walked away. She stood there as she smiled to her self wondering when will Seojun finally learn to organize himself and then walked towards the elevator.

"Soojin?" Heegyeong's voice pulled her out of the trance as she looked at her and smiled.

"Yeah. Should I come now?" She asked as Heegyeong sat beside her.

"No, don't worry, it's handled. You don't have to make a statement, we cleared it out and warned Seojun to not be so careless." She replied and looked at Soojin.

"It's not his fault. I was the one who was in a hurry. I'm sorry for this mess." She said as Heegyeong looked at her with a small smile.

"You don't have to apologise Soojin, I understand, everyone has good and bad days and it's completely okay to have them." She said as Soojin nodded.

On the other side, Han Seojun ruffled his hair as he walked out of one of the studios and looked around to find Soojin. He was glad that she was doing alright and then he felt a sudden flutter in his chest as he looked at her smile at Heegyeong. He gulped not knowing why he felt that. He stopped as he admired her from the distance and a goofy smile appeared on his face.

Honestly, he would be lying if he didn't admit that Soojin effected him, her happiness and just her presence made him happy in ways he couldn't define, at first he felt like she was more of a replacement for Jugyeong and maybe her presence acted like some kind of a rebound for him but now he was sure that she was different and unique and maybe that's why he liked her presence around him. He weirdly felt comfort in the way she scolded him when she looked at the mess he made most of the time and the times she explained what certain words and references meant in fan letters. There was another tug on his heart's strings when she smiled and turned around to look at him. He smiled as he felt a gush of flutters in his stomach and she waved at him. He wasn't a fool to not realise what these feelings were but he was reluctant to accept that he started to feel them around someone who wasn't Jugyeong.

Did he finally move on from Jugyeong?

His heart whispered a yes as he walked towards Soojin, stood in front of her and ruffled her hair and she scowled at his action and that scowl on her face as she set her hair right and the rapid beating of his heart was enough for him to know that yes, he was finally over Jugyeong and that, yes, he definitely developed feelings for his school's ex top mark securing girl.

"We have something to tell y'all." Jugyeong said as she tapped the table and everyone looked at her.

It was weekend after the whole mess that happened with Seojun and the media, He apologised to Soojin for not being careful and she gave him a lecture on how he should be more careful with all of this and how risky it was to expose his face especially when they are teenagers around and how no one knows what their intentions can be, some might be innocent but what if someone was looking for some revenge or was an obsessed psychopath. He couldn't help but laugh at her theories only to get a silencing glare from her. They made up irrespective of the fact that neither of them were aware about the feelings they developed for the other.

They were now seated at the same table they sat months ago in the same position but it was dinner now, Jugyeong called all of them to gather here and they did because no one wanted to hear Jugyeong get mad at them for skipping the dinner.

"Don't tell me you are pregnant." Tae hoon blurted out as Soo ah burst into laughter.

Suho just shook his head at them and observed everyone.

Jugyeong glared at Soo ah but shrugged it off eventually as Soo ah let out a nervous chuckle. Jugyeong smiled at everyone who looked at her and then put her left hand up showing the sparkling diamond ring on her ring finger.

"Suho proposed and I said yes." She exclaimed happily as Suho smiled at her and wrapped his arm around to pull her close while the girls gushed at the news. Soo ah squealed at the news with happiness and Soojin smiled at her best friend. Suho observed Seojun's reaction but much to his surprise, he didn't feel his heart clench, like all the times before and he gave them a genuine smile and clapped along with the others congratulating the pair. Suho thanked them with a smile as Soojin looked at Seojun smile and felt happy that he finally moved on from Jugyeong.

After a while, Cho rong and Tae hoon decided to go explore something which opened down the street while Suho and Seojun walked out of the restaurant to let the girls to gush over details and spend their time alone without their partners or friends.

"You like Soojin?" Suho asked Seojun as they looked at the street view. Seojun choked on his drink as Suho shook his head at him.

"What? No." He said and shrugged.

"After all these years, you must know better than lying to my face." Suho said as he observed his friend's reaction. Seojun was silent as he contemplated the idea of telling Suho and eventually gave in.

"I...I do." Seojun said after a while as he cleared his throat.

"Then, why didn't you tell her?" He asked him.

"Do you think I'm ready for another heartbreak?" He asked as Suho looked at him.

"How will you know without confessing?" Suho asked instead.

"I guess, I just know how is it when the person I like looks at me as a friend." He said and shrugged.

"Maybe she doesn't." Suho said as he turned around to look at the girls from the window.

And much to his surprise, he found Soojin throw a glance towards Seojun and it confirmed his suspicions.

"Let it be. Will you?" Seojun asked with a mixture of scowl and frown on his face.

"As you wish." Suho said as he looked at him.

"Honestly, I still can't believe that you found a girl and fell in love." Seojun said as Suho raised an eyebrow at him.

"What? Have you looked at yourself? With those death glares and eyebrow raises you give, it's hard to believe that someone fell in love with you." Seojun explained as Suho smiled at his best friend.

"You are really a dumbass." Suho said as Seojun widened his eyes.

"Who are you calling dumbass, dumbass?" He asked as Suho shrugged and decided to walk ahead.

"I asked Jugyeong to call us when they are done talking, wanna join me for a walk?" Suho asked Seojun. Seojun stopped for a while and looked at Soojin smile and talk to her friends and he couldn't help but smile at the sight, he sighed and looked at Suho who stood there waiting for his response. He could definitely use a bit of fresh air to clear his head.

"Alright. Let's go." He said and covered his face with a mask and joined Suho.

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