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inf3ct3dd · 1 month
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loser!ellie headcanons pt.6
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summary: ellieeee my chiquitita my baby my love
warnings: none :3
authors note: ik yall missed herrrr
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masterlist. help palestine.🇵🇸
- ellie tries to be soooo cool and wear her cool people jackets (leather jackets, canvas, those carhartt hoodie jackets etc) but they’re very not helpful against the cold and you’ll be out with her and shes just SHIVERING the whole time…
- she’s obsessed w those “general knowledge quizzes” on tiktok. that girl is a hoe for trivia she’s sitting on her bed at three in the morning saying her answers OUT LOUD while she watches them. she gets so upset when she gets literally any wrong… “man…im not a quiz master 🙁”
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- ik in the games she walks around with her little journal and shit but i feel like shes definitely jus constantly typing shit in her notes app… random thoughts and jokes and shit that she most definitely shows you at the end of the day
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- she barely ever baby talks to babies… she’ll go up to a baby and just be like “wassup dude” and have a full blown conversation with him while the babies just sitting there babbling and giggling at her
- thinks those “im nothing like yall” slideshows r so hilarious…. like you’ll be on the couch and she’s just giggling at her phone at paracetamol 😞
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- references the most niche memes ever constantly and literally googles them to explain herself. you guys went camping and she said “boy you want hot dog” and you were like ????
- so strangely particular about how her stuff is arranged 😭 her desk looks like an absolute hot mess 90% of the time but SHE UNDERSTANDS IT and if u try and organize it for her she just puts it back how it was
- always says “guys” and “yall” when she’s talking to literally one person. and CHAT. she just constantly adds it into conversation like “chat how are you today”
- loves asking if things are “fire.” she’ll cook you something and you take a bite and shes like “is that shit fire???” she has to know
- obsessed with “i barely know her” jokes. the second someone says something ending in er shes like “rider??? i barely know her!!” and she’s laughing her ass off
- that girl will go HAM on some mac and cheese. but it can only be really good baked mac or the shitty kraft mac and cheese. she puts like- hella pepper and red chili flakes in it and eats it straight out of the pot 🔥 its always at like three in the morning and you just walk in the kitchen to her with a pot in her lap watching glee or some shit
- SPEAKING. OF. glee is most definitely one of her guilty pleasure shows…like shes rewatched it a million times and glee cast was one of her top artists on apple music wrapped
- shes an apple music user. send tweet.
- got yelled at by an old lady once cuz she picked her flowers out of her front yard and gave them to you
- when i tell you that girl goes ham on those tiny clementines… she’ll eat like 10 in one day and theres just PEELS. EVERYWHERE.
- also she fw grapes heavy. especially green grapes (shes a weird little freak red grapes are so much better)
- OBSESSED WITH THOSE BLIND BAG SHITS. especially mini brands oh my god she definitely has the whole lil grocery store set and she’s so obsessed with it.
- her house slippers are definitely just a pair of crocs with the fur inside and a bunch of stupid ass jibbits. she buys the mega packs off amazon and changes them whenever shes bored
- has SO MANY drafts on tiktok and they’re all her trying filters staring at the screen like 😯
- most annoying person to sleep next to ever . snoring, sleep talking, moving around CONSTANTLY and hitting you accidentally, the only way she sleeps peacefully is if you’re holding her or she’s holding you, otherwise shes insane
- weirdly into linguistics…that girl is using humongous words for no good reason just for fun and half the time she has no idea what they mean and when she googles them and shes right about the definition she does that little fist pump and “fuck yes”
- speaking of. that girl is SPEEDRUNNING DUOLINGO . she’s fluent in (bad spaniard) spanish from it, and just learns random languages for fun. you speak a different language? she’s learning it immediately. definitely leaves notes for you in random languages she learned and you have to pull out a translator to understand wtf shes talking about… she also sleep talks in spanish sometimes and its so funny
- loves trying out different recipes…like i said my girl is a CHEF she will be at home fucking up a salmon bake she made and making you homemade pho for dinner
- had a phase when she was younger when she was really into the la bamba movie and dressed like richie valens for two years
- also cried so hard when she watched selena with you…that girl was devastated 💔 every time she hears “dreaming of you” she almost sheds a tear
“when that yolanda bitch gets out of prison….im shooting someone . its obvious who its gonna be.”
- she definitely begged joel to buy her a gun for christmas and he would take her to the range all the time so she can SHOOT. that girl is goated at lazer tag she gets down…does not play
- thought that candy cigarettes were the coolest thing ever when she was little… everywhere she went she had one hanging out of the side of her mouth and shed hold them between her fingers like they do in movies. if you two go to a candy shop shes for sure buying a pack
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nonclassyparty · 6 months
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man with the plan (j.wy) - chapter 2.
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Summary: "Don't forget Pretty, I'm serving life plus one. So if I get busted for attempted escape, I'll throw in a homicide in there as well with no problem, that’s like a parking ticket to me." When your brother ends up in jail for a murder he didn't commit, the only thing left for you to do is to find a way to break him out. But after a perfect plan is set in motion, you don't expect a romantic variable to get added into the equation.
Pairing: jung wooyoung x fem. reader, jeong yunho x reader (but if u squint)
Status: in progress
Word count: 7.3k
Warnings: idk for this one, still some cursing, nothing too heavy
Taglist: @tinyjuni @hazysan @atinytinaa @tenebrisirae @doggopepper @dazzlingstarrs @lavishloving @cherrypandora @silentcry329 @jeagerist-20 @myunvillage @manipulatedstars @bitteryu @maru-matt @bubbleteakittyy @joonsthethicc
A/N: hi guys! welcome to chapter 2 of man with the plan....i don't really have anything to say so enjoy lmfao!! wait i do!! if u find any plot holes LITERALLY do not tell me i don't want to know kjfgjkdfhgjkf
my main masterlist // playlist // moodboard // ao3
chapter 1 // masterlist // chapter 3
Chapter 2; How’d I get here, sitting next to you?
The sun is high up in the sky by the time you're walking across the gravel, eyes combing through the yard filled out with men in blue prisoner uniforms. The October air embraces you, it's still chilly despite it nearing noon now but the little bit of sunshine makes the whole place feel more alive and less eerie.
"Hello." You greet, a couple of feet away from the wired fence stopping to stand behind a man occupying an empty lone bench with a Calico cat gently held in his arms that he strokes as he watches out at the yard.
He turns to look over his shoulder, faint surprise etched across his features. His dark hair almost covers his eyes, "Hello."
You sniffle, giving him a faint smile, "You're Park Seonghwa, aren't you?"
His eyes scan you from head to toe, not in a lewd matter whatsoever, but more so in curiosity. "Yes."
His voice is gentle. In fact, the man looks entirely misplaced in an environment like this with his soft and pretty-like features. Not to mention the pet.
"I knew your older sister." You tell him, noticing the way his eyes sadden a little at the mention of his older sibling that passed away a couple of months back from lung cancer. 
And well! You didn't exactly get to know her by accident, you purposefully sought her out but Seonghwa here doesn't need to know that.
He pursues his lips, turning to face the yard again and giving you his back, "You knew Nayeon?"
You cock your head to the side, "You mean Sooyoung? Yes, we were members of the same book club. The one in our neighbourhood."
"Ah, the one in Myeongdong." He comments with a nod and your lips quirk up.
"You mean the one in Seongsu-dong? Yes." You bounce right back to him and finally, he turns to look at you again with his own mouth pulling up in an intrigued smile.
"Alright, no more quizzes." He slides around the bench, turning to face you fully with the cat still in his arms, his thumb running across it's head, "What do you want?"
You throw a glance behind you just to notice that there are no guards around before nodding towards the Calico in his lap, "How do they allow you to have it in here?"
"She's not an it, her name is Mijoo." Seonghwa says protectively holding the cat against his chest, "And she's a comfort pet, they allow us to have one or two of those. Only to the ones who are on their best behavior in here, though."
Ah, so he's a goody two-shoes.
You nod with a hum and Seonghwa's eyes leave the cat, Mijoo, as he picks his head up to look at you, "Now you answer my question, what do you want?"
You chuckle, mouth pulling up in a grin as you look to the side in little embarrassment before bringing your attention back to him, "I heard you were Park Ha-ru."
Now, it's Seonghwa's turn to chuckle, "You know, every time they bring a new con in here, he'll approach me and ask the same question," He tilts his head, "Why do you want to know though? Who even are you?"
"I'm Y/N," You motion to the rubble and workers on the other side of the compound, "New supervisor of the construction site."
"Ah," He eyes the building site over your shoulder before looking at you again, "This isn't exactly the place for you, y'know? Surely you must've known that before taking the job and I don't think any boss would be cruel enough to send a young woman to supervise a construction site at a level one prison."
You smile, "I volunteered."
He seems peeved by your response, brows furrowed in deep concentration as he looks you over before sighing.
"Well, I'll tell you the same thing I told everyone else," Seonghwa pursues his lips before placing a small kiss on Mijoo's head, "I'm not him."
Your stomach feels like it's in knots as you stare at him, looking for any signs of dishonesty. Either Park Seonghwa is one hell of a liar or...he just isn't the guy. 
...and you got it all wrong.
You think you'll go with option number one, simply to save your brain from going in overdrive with panic. He has to be the one.
"That's too bad," You sigh with a small shrug, smiling, "It would've been kind of cool if you were."
He laughs at that, "Trust me, no-one is more sad about that than me." Seonghwa snorts, eyes squinting from the sun as he stares up at you from the bench, "Having 1.6 billion won hidden somewhere, waiting for me to get out so I could claim it. Unfortunately, all I have is a re-modelled basement in my parents' house and a shitty car waiting for me when I get out."
You chuckle with a nod as your eyes fall to the grass below your boots, "Right."
"Sorry to disappoint." He adds quietly, eyes burning into your profile.
You shake your head with a smirk, "Didn't disappoint." Taking a couple of steps further back when you notice a guard appearing on the other corner of the fence, "It was nice talking to you, Seonghwa."
You know he's puzzled by you, it's easy to read his face but he doesn't voice it, simply nods. "You too."
You walk up the gravel with your hands dug deep into the pockets of your coat until you near the entrance of the building and let out a low groan, remembering you had an appointment with the warden to help him out with the present for his dear wife.
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The buzzer followed up by the sound of the door opening and feet shuffling in causes you to look up from the surface of the table in front of you. 
Two guards lead Jongho towards you and cuff him to the table, as per usual. He looks like he's gaining some muscle in there, the color of his cheeks is back and hair is shorter but other than that, he looks like the same old Jongho. The only difference is that your brother looks at you like he's about to give you the scolding of a lifetime.
You're both silent, Jongho cranes his neck subtly to watch the guards walk back to the other side of the room before turning towards you, looking absolutely furious.
"Y/N, what the fuck are you doing?" Jongho hisses out, leaning close to the glass separating the two of you.
You let out a small huff, innocently looking around the room. A full row of glass windows with inmates on one side of the glass with their families on the other surrounded the both of you.
"I don't know what you mean." You tell your brother in a relaxed manner, watching his eyes fall shut in frustration at your purposeful denseness.
"Drop the bullshit." Jongho commands you in a low tone, eyes set in a glare. Except there's no anger in his words but worry, "Whatever it is that you're doing, just stop."
You press your lips together, placing your trembling hands in your lap. "I can't do that."
Your brother watches you in confusion through the glass, mouth lightly hanging open as he shakes his head at you, wondering what you've gotten yourself into.
"Jongho, I only have ten minutes so you need to shut the fuck up and listen to me now." You lean closer to tell him in a whisper, glancing over his shoulder to check on the guards who were still by the wall on the other side. There were too many ears surrounding you even without any wires in the visitations room but you knew Jongho well enough to know that he won't budge until you throw him a bone, so you'll have to speak in your little code praying that he will understand; "Jay is leaving soon."
Complete and utter confusion clouds Jongho's face as he leans even closer, nose touching the glass as he stares at you with furrowed brows.
You bite back on your frustration, "Jay, you remember him?" 
"Jay? You mean m-"  Your brother finally remembers the nickname you had for him when you were a mere child.
"Yes. He's leaving soon. The foster home he's been stuck in, well, they told me the conditions are just terrible," You explain with a soft chuckle while Jongho hangs onto every word that leaves your mouth, you glance to your side where another visitor sits just a couple of inches away conversing with an inmate, "So he's getting out of there."
It takes a second for the words to sink in before the confusion on his face is erased completely and replaced by disbelief.
"Jongho, do you understand?"
He's silent for a short moment, swallowing nervously before his eyes meet yours again, "I understand but...but Y/N, that's impossible."
You give your brother a comforting smile, "Not if you designed the place it isn't."
Jongho's eyes grow wide as saucers, "You're break-"
"Shut up." His mouth clamps shut immediately. "There's no other way."
"Y/N-" Your brother starts again, voice lower but you're too busy noticing that the woman next to you is standing up and with that, the tables on both of your sides will be empty. You lean as close to him you can get with the glass serving as a barrier between the two of you.
"I only have three minutes left, so listen to me." You tell him and he opens his mouth again to interject but you're quicker. The guards are by the wall, unmoving, it's only a matter of time before someone occupies the empty seats. You whisper to him, "The benches in the yard, they have a certain type of bolt in them that you'll need. Use a quarter to unscrew it, you only need one and for fuck's sake, make sure no-one sees you doing it."
"Wait, you're actually serious about this."
You suck in a sharp breath, swearing that if there wasn't the glass in front of you, you would've slapped him by now. "Well, I'm not exactly on vacation here Jongho, trust me."
He looks positively bamboozled.
"Do you understand what we need?" He needs a second before quickly nodding, you nod back, "Good, now tell me, your new cellmate..."
Jongho scoffs with an eyeroll, "It's some guy named Coin. A pain in my ass is what he is."
"Coin?" You question in confusion at the stupid name before quickly shaking his head, "Doesn't matter, can you trust him?"
"Trust who? Coin?" Jongho looks like you've grown a second head before explaining. "If you sewed the guy's mouth shut, he'd find a way to talk through his ass. A thief from what I heard, robbed a liquor store armed and ended up here." He eyes you, "Why do you wanna know so much about my cellmates anyway?"
"Because it won't work without your cellmate. We need him." You whisper back, eyes on the clock as the time ticks away. A minute left.
"There's no way to trust anyone in here, let alone him." Your brother comments lowly. Your eyes fall to the surface of the table in thought before you sigh. He looks at you like you've grown a second head, "You want me to tell him?"
You press your forehead against the glass separating you, the surface cool on your skin as you murmur, "If your cellmate isn't on board, there's no digging and if there's no digging then there's no getting out of here."
"I tell Coin, he'll yapp his mouth off to the rest and then it's over." Jongho mutters back, face set in carefully disguised panic.
"Well, it's just going to have to be a leap of faith then." You mutter to yourself before looking up at him, "Find out if you can trust him first and get the...thing from the yard," You glance at the guards by the door one last time, "I'll tell you what to do next but please, just be careful."
You don't want to even imagine what would happen to him if he were to get caught.
"Y/N, this is too dangerous, you can end up in tr-"
"Don't. Get. Caught." Is the last thing you say before your ten minutes are up and you're standing up from the chair, sparing your brother one last glance before heading towards the exit.
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You swing your legs lightly from the chair as you watch Doctor Jung write something down behind his desk before he slides on his rolly chair over to you, getting so close that your knees almost brush.
He gives you a playful smile, cocking his head back a little to look at you with a teasing glint in his eyes. "You went to SNU."
You smile, rolling up the sleeve on your left arm and holding it out for him, "You've been checking up on me."
He shrugs at your comment, rubbing the soaked cotton ball over your arm with one hand while holding the needle in the other, "I like to get to know my patients, I graduated from there three years before you."
Your eyes are on the floor, not being able to stand the sight of him sinking the needle into your arm. You try not to think about it, instead focus on his devastatingly handsome face as you give him a quick smile, "Maybe we met before. Drunk, at a bar somewhere."
"Doubt it." Doctor Jung responds, you can feel him pulling the needle out and placing a clean cotton ball on your arm for you to hold, which you do. "I'm sure I would've remembered you."
Your brow ticks up as a flirty grin makes way to your face, "That a compliment?"
He glances at you, a smile of his own growing on his lips and if your eyes don't deceive you, a flush on his cheeks, "It is if you want it to be."
You just hum in response, gaze not backing away from his face that it makes him squirm and he stands up with a flustered cough. Your smile grows.
Too easy.
"Sit there for a little bit, I'll get your blood tests, they came from the lab an hour ago." He tells you, already heading to the door and refusing to look at you.
Cute.
The moment he disappears from view, you throw the cotton ball on the table next to you and walk over to the drain, pulling out two tubes and hurriedly squeezing out their contents through the slates on the grate.
The smell is strong but the sizzling is immediate and you shove the empty tubes back into the inner pockets of your blazer before sitting down on the chair the handsome doctor left you in.
You glance down at your arm where you placed back the cotton pad, staring at the small bottle inked onto your skin with the words 'Cute Poison' hanging above it.
Cute Poison, rather a mnemonic for copper sulfate and phosphoric acid that you carefully poured into two empty toothpaste tubes the night before in your own bathroom should get the job done as soon as the good doctor here confirms that you are, in fact, diabetic and need daily shots. 
You did a lot of research on it in the months of preparation, never been much of a chemist.
But you did know one thing, when these two chemicals are mixed together, they will react violently and corrode metal.
You cast one last glance at water drainage under the sink before your attention is snatched away by Doctor Jung walking into the room with a clipboard.
He sits down on the same chair in front of you, flipping through the papers on it.
"Hmmm." He lets out and you bring your gaze from the floor over to him where he sits with his brows furrowed as he reads off of the papers.
"What?" You ask, trying not to seem too tense although the way your foot kicks up and down might give you away.
"Your blood glucose is at fifty milligrams per deciliter." Wooyoung says in mild confusion and maybe concern.
"So?" You question obtusely, playing dense being the better option in a situation like this despite knowing exactly what it means. But you're already feeling your heartbeat accelerate at the fact that the pills weren't fucking working.
Why weren't they working? You took one this morning before leaving. Did they need more time to kick in?
Your palms are already starting to sweat.
 "Your body's reacting to the insulin as though you're not a diabetic. Are you sure it's Type 1 Diabetes you got?" He voices out with his attention on you.
You nod with lips pressed together before calmly answering; "Ever since I was a kid."
"Alright." He looks down to the chart again, "And you're not experiencing any tingling sensations, cold sweats?"
You silently shake your head with a sheepish smile, the shaky hand gripping the bottom of the chair you're sitting on.
Wooyoung takes a moment to go through the papers again before the ringing of the phone on his desk cuts through the silence (and your inner panic). He stands up to get it but not before turning to you;
"I'd like to run some tests the next time you're in." Wooyoung informs you with his lips folded in a pout that you think comes naturally to him when he's serious. He might not even be aware of it. Cute. But you're in deep shit, you don't have the time to think about that. "The last thing I want is to be administering insulin to a girl who doesn't need it."
You feign a smile as you stand up as well, "Yeah, sure."
He takes a moment to gauge your face again but the phone keeps ringing. The doctor sighs, glancing at it, "Okay."
You head for the door and towards your small, cramped office feeling utterly worried.
Once you reach your office, you close the door shut and stare at your hand that shakes uncontrollably. If the pills, PUGNAC, didn't work and he discovers that you're not diabetic, the whole plan falls through.
No, no, no. You can't think like that Y/N, you tell yourself, have a little faith.
The guy who got them for you said that they were insulin blockers, the real deal.
So they're supposed to work but maybe they need more time. Wooyoung gave you your first shot three days ago, that's when you started to take the pills each morning. 
Maybe they needed more time to kick in.
They'll work.
They have to.
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Hongjoong deemed himself as a fairly smart guy.
Sure, he was in prison currently serving two life sentences but he did manage to get away with his crimes for years on years before he eventually and inevitably got caught, that had to count for something, right?
So, yes, Hongjoong was a smart guy.
Which is exactly why the moment they walked him into the visitations room and sat him down in front of a complete stranger when usually, only Jeongin would visit him, Hongjoong knew that something was brewing.
He stays quiet, eyeing the guy who seems to be about his age as the guard cuffs him to the table and Hongjoong sighs in annoyance, so many unnecessary precautions. Where the hell would he even go if he tried to run from here?
The moment the guard steps further away, Hongjoong turns to the stranger.
"Who the fuck are you?" Hongjoong stares at the man's face, trying to gauge if he might know him from somewhere but when he comes up blank, he waits for the man's response.
"I'm just here to deliver a message to you Mr. Kim." The man answers, he's in a suit and tie, all perfectly ironed, hair brushed back and an expensive watch hanging from his wrist. 
If anyone else were to see him, they'd probably think he worked a cozy office job and drank scotch like a pretentious fuck when he visited bars but Hongjoong can recognize a thug when he sees one.
"I'm not taking any messages, thanks." Hongjoong dryly responds, already moving to call the guard over before he gets stopped by the man's voice again.
"You might want to take this message." Hongjoong freezes in place when he sees the photo the guy presses to the glass and it causes him to sit his ass back down on the chair once again.
Thrilled, he leans in closer, observing the photo, eyes stuck on the familiar face that's been plaguing his mind for the last four years.
"Gunwoo..." Hongjoong mutters to himself, eyeing the familiar man in the photo before turning his attention back to the stranger, "You know where he is."
"I don't." The stranger responds and Hongjoong almost deflates about to curse him out until the man continues, "But the person who sent me here, does."
That puzzles Hongjoong and he stays quiet, deep in thought for a long moment. "What do you want? I don't have time for games."
Well, that was a lie. He had two life sentences worth of time but he just wasn't in the mood right now.
"The person who sent me here told me to pass on a message which is that you should speak to Choi Jongho."
Hongjoong frowns at that, growing perpetually more confused the more he sits here.
Choi Jongho was brought in a little over a year ago, Hongjoong remembers it well. 
It's hard to forget a kid that killed the Vice President's brother in cold blood. It was all over the news, spread even through the prison like wildfire among the guards. He was the talk of town when they first brought him into his cell.
But once everyone realized that he was kind of boring, just sticking to his cell and one and the same corner of the yard, everyone slowly forgot about him. He didn't do much of anything else to remain remembered, just a guy that killed someone and was now serving life.
Guys like that are a dime a dozen in here.
So why the hell was someone sending him a message to speak to Choi Jongho?
"And Choi knows where Gunwoo is?" Hongjoong asks. Finding Gunwoo was the most important thing for now, he honestly couldn't care less how he'd have to get that information out of anyone.
Let alone Choi Jongho. If he knew where Gunwoo was, Hongjoong wouldn't even try to play whatever game someone wants him to, just ten minutes alone with him during P.I. time and a pair of claw scissors and Hongjoong would get what he wants out of him.
"No." The stranger responds and Hongjoong has to bite back another groan, growing more pissed off by the second.
"Then what?" He snaps back, eyes set in a glare as his patience starts getting tested. "Who knows?"
"The same person who sent me here and is pulling my own strings." The stranger remarks with his lips pursued as if he's nervous. 
He should be, Hongjoong thinks because if he finds out that all of this is a scam he'll make sure his people find this man.
"When you go up to talk to Choi Jongho, you need to give him something."
Hongjoong can't believe what he's hearing. What the hell is he supposed to give him? Money? For information Choi apparently doesn't have?
"What?" He asks bluntly, agitated.
The man places something on the table in front of him and Hongjoong peers at the small object through the glass before letting out a chuckle of disbelief.
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Gato was snoring obnoxiously on the lower bunk and it felt like someone was grating Hongjoong's nerves as he leaned against the bars of the cell, peering up and down the long two floors of identical cells until his eyes stopped on a specific one.
Choi Jongho mimicked Hongjoong's position in his own cell on the upper floor opposite of him. His hands hanging from the bar as he stares through the bars to the lower floor, eyes empty and unfocused.
Hongjoong spent the rest of the time in the yard after visitation observing Choi, wanting to see if the younger man would do anything, give him some sort of signal, something. But the kid didn't so much as glance at him. Only kept to his little corner of the yard with his obnoxiously loud cellmate hanging around him.
Did Choi Jongho even know Hongjoong was told to approach him?
Hongjoong stared at the kid's face, his dark hair was curling around his ears and he'd look younger than he actually was if it wasn't for the obvious muscle he was packing under his sweatshirt.
"I should also warn you that if anything were to happen to Choi Jongho...or myself after this visit is over, you'll never find out where Gunwoo is." The stranger discloses and Hongjoong wants to let out a laugh.
"Like I give a fuck, I'm already serving life plus one man, I don't care for Gunwoo." That was a lie but he got caught red handed, Hongjoong's first plan was most definitely to hurt Choi for information.
"I think you have much more at stake here Mr. Kim considering that if Gunwoo testifies, your family hidden in Osaka would be left vulnerable and all the assets that allow them to live lavishly while you're in here would disappear. Isn't that why you're trying to find him in the first place? So all the enemies you've made over the years don't target your loved ones." Hongjoong's face drops and he raises his arm to slap the glass in front of him but before his anger could get the best of him, he leans in closer to the man sitting opposite of him.
"Who are you?" Hongjoong hisses, cheeks flushing in anger as he glares down the stranger.
"I told you already, I'm just someone sent in here with orders to talk to you."
Hongjoong inhales a deep breath, getting tired of playing this silly game.
"I have the people to find Gunwoo myself. I don't need anyone else playing detective for me in exchange for whatever it is they want." Hongjoong states with his arms crossed, not being used to anyone seeing him with his defenses down. Playing the one not in charge was never his forte.
"That may be but whoever is pulling my strings isn't just offering Gunwoo's location." The stranger voices out, leaning in closer to the glass window with a glint in his eye, "They're offering you an opportunity to get Gunwoo yourself."
And well, that definitely peaked Hongjoong's interest.
Hongjoong kicks Gato's leg which immediately stirs him from deep sleep and causes the bigger man to open his eyes. "Wake up, knucklehead."
"What, boss?" The man asks in a gruff voice, lightly sitting up on the uncomfortable bunk bed.
Hongjoong really can't believe that he's about to ask this, as he turns to his cellmate holding out a piece of paper.
"What do you know about making dove origamis?"
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Your nerves were skyrocketing as you walked down the hallway leading to the infirmary, remembering that the good doctor was supposed to run "some tests" today as he promised during your last visit. 
You were an optimist by nature, always holding onto the last shred of faith no matter how miniscule it was but your brain couldn't help but taunt you, what if the pills didn't work this time either? What if you got the wrong prescription? What if...
Hence the nerves.
"Hello." You greet quietly, walking into the room where Doctor Jung was already sitting with a kit prepared in front of him. 
"How are we doing today, Miss Y/N?" He asks casually, motioning for you to sit on the usual chair in front of him.
Immediately, you find your way over there and plop down on the chair, "I'm good."
He looks at you with a faint smile, honey skin looking healthy and smooth under the sunshine beaming through the infirmary windows. "Everything good on the construction site?"
You barely register his question, too busy watching as he takes your index finger and swabs it, getting ready to administer the test.
"Uh, yeah." You respond distractedly, the fact that needles made you queasy didn't exactly help calm the nerves.
 He gives you a weird look, probably expecting a flirty response but you weren't in the mood today. What happened next could make or break the plan you've spent the last year making and you can only watch as he punctures the skin, drawing blood and applies a testing pad to take the blood from your finger.
You observe his actions, clearing your throat. "How long does this take?" "It used to take hours, but we've come a long way with the new glucose kits. This'll take us about ten seconds."  Doctor Jung explains with ease and you look away in apprehension when he continues to speak; "Slide this strip into the meter then we're ready to go." After he places the strip into the meter, he leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest, "I'm sure you know this but, the average glucose for a non-diabetic is about one hundred milligrams per deciliter. We see a number like that here and we know you've been misdiagnosed."
You're starting to feel ill. What's even worse, you probably look ill. But you can't help but fidget around, scratching the inside of your sweaty palm as you turn your head to glance at the grate under the sink.
You could feel blood rush to your head the more you think about what the hell you were to do if the diabetic excuse fell through. With a soft sigh, you bring a hand up to rub your temple out of habit.  "You seem nervous." Doctor Jung softly remarks, bringing your attention back to the fact that he can see you. Can notice you quietly losing your shit.
How the hell do you fix that?
Turn on the charm again, Y/N. It doesn't matter if you're pale as a ghost. He likes you. Your lips perk up and eyebrows raise in an act of amused surprise, you hope your face is at least a little bit distracting enough for him to let it go, "I do?" To your surprise and chagrin, he doesn't bat an eye though, "You're sweating." You shake your head, mouth pulled in a sheepish smile, "Must be the needles. Never got used to them." The beep of the meter brings your full focus from Wooyoung to the meter itself. "Somehow, with diabetes and that tattoo, I find that hard to believe." He comments quietly and it sends a zap through you, your weird behavior undoubtedly will be raising suspicion if you don't get it together. It also might be harder to have the good doctor wrapped around your finger than you thought. You pull the sleeve of your shirt down to cover your tattooed arm.
Wooyoung takes the meter, reading the results off of it as you straighten up in your chair.
 "Ah. Bad news I'm afraid." You hold your breath, feeling like your heart is in your throat when he turns the meter towards you with his lips pressed together. "One hundred and eighty milligrams per deciliter. You are definitely diabetic."
Relief floods your body with such strength that you seem to forget yourself in front of him as you try to suppress the huge smile threatening to take over your features that you have to lower your gaze to your lap. They worked. The pills finally worked.
But then you feel his curious eyes on you and you quickly straighten out in the chair again. Doctor Jung looks at you with brows slightly furrowed in obvious puzzlement as to why someone would look so happy to find out they are in fact diabetic and you figure that you need to leave immediately. "Do you need anything else from me?" You ask, suddenly feeling rejuvenated and he looks perplexed as he shakes his head at you. "Just an arm to stick a needle in."  You give him a big smile, nodding and getting up. "Okay."
But just as you're about to reach the door you slow down in your steps; the way he was looking at you, the curiosity not sitting too well with you. Because you know there will be a time when you will have to do questionable things, if something simple as this test raised suspicion then there was no hope in the long run.
You had to gain at least a sliver of his trust, grow some type of bond between the two of you where you could act a little foolish and he'd look past it without second thought because he didn't consider you to be a danger of any kind.
Only way to do that though was something you weren't awfully good at; being vulnerable.
You clear your throat, turning to him again to see Wooyoung already going through another pile of papers.
"I am scared of them. Needles." You tell him truthfully, probably the first truth you told him ever since you meet him a week ago. He looks up from the papers in surprise that you're still in the infirmary with him, his hair falling into his face that he has to run a hand through it to get it out of the way.
Wooyoung stays silent, brows stitching together and it's obvious he doesn't quite buy it as he glances down at your tattoos. The thing is, he doesn't know why you're lying but he knows that you are.
Which is a problem in itself.
You follow his eyes that are still stuck on your bare arm as the sleeves of your button up are rolled up to your elbows. You chuckle, folding your hands behind your back to hide them from view.
"It's not the same with the tattoos." You tell him and for the first time around him because you're feeling a little stupid since you can't explain yourself, you blush. "I don't know how but...I mean I think it has something to do with the veins and holding my hands out like this-" You stretch out your arms so your veins are showcased, "It makes me feel at unease."
Wooyoung listens to you carefully, papers long forgotten as he sits at the edge of the table.
"That's the most textbook example of how someone with trypanophobia would feel." He voices out, his attention entirely devoted to you that it makes you slightly shift on your feet. As much as you enjoy his eyes on you, they also make you equally as nervous.
"Huh," You chuckle, glancing away with your lips pressed together in discomfort under his dissecting gaze.
"Well, at least you know that you could never be a junkie." He adds in a lighthearted tone that you almost miss the way the smile doesn't entirely reach his eyes. Almost.
"Right." You chuckle, taking a step back as you deem the conversation to be over. You send him a small wave as you head for the door.
"See you tomorrow." He calls after you and you just keep walking without looking back.
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When you walk out into the cold morning air the next morning on your way to the construction site, your head instinctively turns towards the yard where the inmates were already released to and spot a familiar figure lingering near the fence closest to you.
Jongho straightens out with his hands shoved deep into the pockets of the same jacket everyone else in the yard is wearing when he sees you walk out of the building and you inconspicuously glance around for any guards.
Once you realize that there aren't any in the vicinity nearby, you make your way across the gravel towards him.
"That outfit really highlights your figure, bro." Is the first thing you tell him with a teasing smirk as you stop to stand in front of him. He chuckles but it has no humor as he looks over his shoulder before turning to you.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. I'm not here to discuss prison fashion." He mutters with an eyeroll but you can see a glimpse of an amused smile threatening to pull on his face and your chest warms at the sight. "Listen, I got what you asked for."
He pats the right pocket of his pants subtly where you presume he's hidden the bolt and you nod in approval.
"You really meant what you said, huh?" Jongho asks again, referencing your last visit and you let out another huff of disbelief that he didn't take you as seriously as you hoped he would.
"I already told you, I'm not here on vacation."
He stares at you for a silent moment before clearing his throat, glancing over his shoulder to make sure there's still no-one around to listen in.
"Whatever you got going on, fill me in because I'm still in the dark here." He expresses quietly, eyebrows pushed together as he waits for a response. You sigh.
"Lim and Associates got the contract to retro this place in ninety nine. Four billion dollar contract, head partner couldn't crack it, so he subcontracted out. An under the table sort of deal with a former associate." You quietly explain, turning to stand sideways in front of him to not seem too suspicious while still being able to be on lookout for any guards that might be watching you. 
Although that doesn't seem to be a problem since, with the exception of the officers stationed on the four towers surrounding the compound, most of them are still having their morning coffee in the break room.
 "That guy was one of the partners in my firm. We basically ghostwrote the plan, crossed the t's, dotted the I's, grouted the tiles." You tell him, lips perking up in satisfaction as you watch him digest the information. 
Jongho seems confused as he digests the new information, probably trying to connect what that has anything to do with your current situation of supervising a construction site while planning a detailed prison escape.
"You've seen the blueprints." He concludes before his face turns serious, "If anyone finds out you have copies of them, you'll be in deep shit. They can report you for missing documents at work, Y/N-"
You snort, "They won't find them because I don't have them on paper anywhere."
His brows furrow, "You memorized them?"
"Better than that," You disclose, subtly pulling the sleeve of your coat and shirt underneath to show him your inked arm, "I have them on me."
Jongho stares at the tattoo's lining your forearm with wide eyes. "Are you fucking kidding me?" He hisses, glancing over his shoulder again. You imagine that you always have to be on guard in a place like this. "Am I supposed to be seeing something there?"
"Don't worry about that." You calmly respond, tugging your sleeves down before shoving your hands back into the pockets of your coat, "Your cellmate...how well do you know him?"
"Ah, as well as a man can get to know another man in a week." Jongho sighs, head turning in the direction of a tall guy huddled on the bench conversing with a couple of others. You observe him in curiosity, guessing that's your brother's roommate, watching as the guy glances in Jongho's direction before his eyes stop on you. "We can trust him."
He doesn't look much older than Jongho, you can't gauge his features that well from this distance especially with his dark fringe covering his forehead obstructing his eyes from view.
The guy, Coin, nods at you.
"At first I thought it was a lost cause, he has eighteen months left in here." Jongho states making you turn to him in concern that his cellmate wouldn't want in. If he got caught, he'd be adding years to his sentence. Jongho was already serving life but others weren't, they could lose more than they could possibly gain if they got caught. Jongho grins, "But then he found out his cousin is making a move on his girl the other day and getting out of here become his priority."
You scoff, hiding a smile as you mutter, "Men."
You return Coin's subtle nod and he immediately glances away, like he never even saw you.
"Also," Jongho shuffles through the pockets of his jacket again before he pulls out a small paper object. An origami dove. He glances to somewhere on the yard and you follow his gaze when it stops on a two toned head of hair sitting at what seems to be a usual bench for him and his cronies. "Kim?"
"Ah," You chuckle, not being able to hide a smile as your eyes fly back to your brother who seems peeved by your reaction, "He got my message."
"Y/N, being involved with that guy can't be a good idea. He's crazy." Jongho comments, frustration clear as day on his face.
"Maybe but he's your express ticket out of here." You calmly voice out, glancing at the guards room to make sure the door remained shut.
"How?"
"You ever heard of Top Flight Charters?" You ask him, shivering lightly in the cold air as you watch a group of inmates play basketball on the small makeshift court of the yard.
"Yeah." Jongho nods, confused.
"They operate flights from small air fields. Like the one ten miles from here. They're run by a shell company Kim Hongjoong owns." You explain to him, inching closer to the fence, "We get him on board there's going to be a midnight flight waiting for you the night you get outside those walls."
"You're willing to risk the entire escape on a guy you don't even know?" He hisses, hands curling around the wired fence.
You sigh, "Preparation can only take you so far, Jongho." You tell him, looking up at the Correction Officers stationed on the tower behind his back, "After that you just have to take a few leaps of faith."
Jongho chuckles in disbelief, acting as if you're not understanding the weight of the situation, "Kim is a huge leap of faith, Y/N."
You nod once again, understanding that completely, "Definitely but apart from fixing you a flight, he also runs P.I. Tell him to give you and your new roommate a job there."
"P.I....Prison Industries?" He questions and you nod, glancing over your shoulder to check the guards room once again.
Jongho stays quiet, seemingly lost in his thoughts and you give him some time as your eyes scope out the yard once again.
"Y'know, getting out of here is just the beginning." He utters, "We're gonna need money if we plan on disappearing."
Your head turns to where Park Seonghwa sits, his cat Mijoo nestled in his lap as he softly strokes her. "I'm working on it."
"They'll come for you as well, you do know that right?"
You meet his gaze straight on. "Of course I know that."
That seems to make something shift on Jongho's face, something heavy appearing in his eyes. "Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why do this?" Your brother asks, sad expression on his face as he presses his lips together in anguish, "You're throwing away your life, everything you worked so hard for all these years."
Your eyes start to burn as you clench your jaw, anger burning your insides at his question, acting like he's not your only family. Like he didn't raise you. "I wouldn't have any of it if it wasn't for you so don't ask me stupid fucking questions. You're my brother."
Jongho seems to understand your feelings, his own eyes misting over before he nods, gaze falling down to the soft grass below his feet, seemingly giving up on talking you out of this, "So...what now? What should I do next?"
You clear your throat, "Tell Kim to hire you and your cellmate at P.I. first, he should know what for by now but if he asks anything or tries to do something to hurt you, mention 7th March of next year. He'll understand. It's the date when a witness is supposed to testify against him in court and send his entire empire crumbling down."
Jongho nods again, soaking up every word.
"You're in cell forty, right?"
After another nod, you explain to him as quickly as you can just how he'll use the bolt he stole from the bleachers.
"When you break the wall, don't do anything else. Return the toilet the way it was, screw it back on and wait." You hurriedly finish and he quickly nods in confirmation that he understood before you take a couple of steps back when you see from the corner of your eye the door of the guards room opening.
You can't even tell Jongho goodbye because you're already making your way across the gravel with your head ducked down.
But not before sparing one last glance at the yard and connecting eyes with none other than Kim Hongjoong who now stands by the fence and stares directly at you.
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demxnscous · 1 year
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🦋 HELLO DEM MY BELOVED !!!!
my god it’s felt like ages since i’ve been here
glad to hear you’re doing well! i get what u mean by friday being taxing. i had a grayscale painting due friday at 8am which i painted for twelve hours straight thursday night and got three hours of sleep .. and then during my four hour break between classes completed another assignment due at 3pm 😵‍💫
but i’m on reading week now thank god 😭 now to go read everything i’ve missed from you <3
also any IA updates 👀👀👀
NONNIE MY BELOVED!!
I hope you get a nice break after doing those assignments, that’s a lot to get done, especially something so time consuming (my brain would be mush after working on something for 12 hours straight)
As for the IA updates…
Nothing of import has really happened, but before I get into something very minor regarding him, I’d like to talk about this group and this one girl in particular in my lab
I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned them before but here’s the rundown on them: the group of people at the front of the lab room (about 3-4) often make some sort of verging-inappropriate comment for a student to be saying to someone in a teacher position; this usually happens at least once during lab time. It’s weird and it makes our IA very obviously uncomfortable but they just think they’re making jokes. The girl is, also simply put, a kiss ass, a try hard, anything synonymous with that. She asks unnecessary questions and makes unnecessary comments to make herself look smarter, and I’m not just saying that to be a dick—she is one of those students
Now, about our most recent lab: I can’t remember anything specific that the group said, but I do remember the IA getting obviously annoyed about them
As for the girl, before our quiz she asked the IA what was gonna be on the quiz, to which he gave a polite and vague answer before moving away to work on something else. The girl then goes on to loudly sing her praises for how “she trusts the IA, he’s always so fair on his quizzes and super nice about the questions, etc. etc.” It was just…weird. That by itself isn’t bad at all, but she’s very loud and disruptive so she was saying this loudly while people were trying to study for the quiz
At one point she also..randomly started singing? Like Camilla Cabello style, for no reason at all while we were going through a lab procedure?
I digress, now for the actual minute IA update pftt. After lab I asked him a question about the upcoming report (mind you, I never ask him for help unless he offers it because he makes me nervous) and when I tell you that man’s stare is…so intense. I’m talking like he did not look away once during this conversation and it wasn’t just some quick response from him; I also don’t shy away from eye contact, it’s never something that bothers me, but that? That?
Like maybe I’m just too hyper-aware of people’s body language and I’m being ridiculous, but combined with the fact that he was standing moderately close and he’s much taller than me and he didn’t once look away, even when he was speaking? I don’t know, I’ve just never had an exchange like that with someone where I felt the need to break eye contact
And of course make what you will of that, but when I told my best friend about it (who’s also in the same lab) that he makes very intense eye contact when he speaks, she said that she didn’t think he made intense eye contact at all—coming from her, someone who also picks up on people’s body language, I thought that she would agree with me, so I was surprised she didn’t?
But that’s all! And, again, maybe I’m being ridiculous about this (I probably am, I have a tendency to overthink myself into oblivion) but that’s the very minor update!
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batarangsoundsdumb · 3 years
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batman fancast 😍😍
alfred pennyworth - danny devito 😍
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bruce wayne - robert pattinson (my beloved)💞
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dick grayson - lil huddy 🥰🤩
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jason todd - james charles 💞
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tim drake - rico suave 😎
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damian wayne - mason ramsey (but only if he dies his hair brown like ian wayne :-)
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commissioner gordon - chris evans 🥵💗
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cruelsister-moved · 3 years
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i feel like at some point we r going to have to talk about the culture where you all pick a POC of the month and then. relentlessly objectify them. im just saying I think some people could do with being slightly more self-examining about how they talk about nonwhite celebrities... like treating a talented professional as a sex object, literally only being capable of caring about one nonwhite person at a time, wanting a pat on the back for finding someone who isn't white attractive etc
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mandoalorian · 3 years
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so you have any angsty writings about max raising his voice at u?
my tears ricochet
Maxwell Lord x GN!Reader
Summary: Everyone had warned you that dating your boss would be a bad idea. So when you make a crucial mistake at work, a mistake that leads into your biggest fight yet, you wonder if your relationship with Maxwell Lord will ever be able to recover.
Rating: T
Warnings: ANGST :( a few curses, hurt/comfort with a happy ending, but most of this is very very angst-y. Bruce Wayne makes an appearance (because for some reason, he always does?) and he’s a dickkkkk lmao.
Word count: 2.2k
I haven’t wrote anything in a few weeks, and I haven’t wrote for Maxie in well over a month. Reblogs would be so appreciated because I kinda need the motivation atm ;-;
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You never normally messed up, or at least, not like this.
You were a good secretary for the most part, as you’d been working at Black Gold Cooperative for almost three years now. You knew your way around the office, and most importantly, you knew your way around your boss, the dashing and charismatic business mogul, Maxwell Lord.
Everyone had warned you not to mix business with pleasure, and that dating Maxwell Lord was a bad idea because he was your boss. You could get behind that idea; as you’d never really been one to date colleagues or co-workers. But you swore that he was different. They were probably right, you knew that deep down, but you’d made the mistake of falling hopelessly in love with him.
You and Maxwell had been together for half a year now, and things were going good. Things were going better than good. You really believed he could be the one. He seemed happier when he was with you. He smiled more. You gave his life meaning, and a purpose that strived past his failing business.
He treated you different to his other employees. He was softer with you, and more gentle. He never raised his voice or talked down to you. He was a gentleman, and treated you to luxuries on every occasion that he could manage. Work was sometimes difficult, but he was good with you. You had zero complaints, really.
He’d buzzed you into his office, his dark blonde hair a mess and his patterned tie pulled apart. The first three buttons of his white dress shirt were undone and his collar was wonky. You had to refrain from walking over to his side of the oak wood desk and fixing it for him. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing his tan forearms and the golden Rolex that adorned his wrist, and he was staring at you, his dark brows furrowed together.
“I just spoke to Bruce Wayne,” Maxwell started hesitantly, his index finger impatiently tapping away on the telephone.
“Oh?” you hummed. You knew it was coming, but you tried to remain calm.
“He said he didn’t receive the oil distribution report you sent on Friday,” Maxwell said, followed by a wary chuckle. “But I told him you sent it. Because you did send it. Didn’t you?”
You winced, and it didn’t go unnoticed by your boyfriend.
“You sent the reports, didn’t you?” Maxwell repeated, this time his voice having dropped an octave and his eyes staring dead at you. There was no love in his expression, no happiness. Just pure anger and disbelief.
“Uhm…” you trailed off, your voice breaking nervously. “Wayne Enterprises didn’t get the report on last month’s oil distribution because uhm— I sent the wrong thing instead.” you fumbled with your fingers, shyly looking away from your Maxwell.
Max blinked, and stifled a laugh. “What?”
You folded your arms across your chest, feeling vulnerable as guilt coarsed through your veins.
“Uhm yeah,” you replied, ducking your head down. “I thought I sent it but I just— I found the reports on the main desk at lunch time. And I was going to tell you. I just— I just—“
You were flustered, and could feel your cheeks burn up as you stumbled over your words.
“You just what?” Maxwell prompted, raising an eyebrow.
“I just—“
“You just thought you’d keep it to yourself? Thought you wouldn’t tell me just because…? Because of what, exactly? You know this means we could potentially lose millions of dollars,” he raised his voice, sliding out of his chair and leaning over his desk, balling his fingers into fists.
You squeezed your eyes shut. “It was a mistake. A one-time mistake—“
“—a mistake that could potentially cost us thousands—“ Maxwell repeated bitterly. Money was a sensitive subject right now, you knew this. He had every right to be mad, but that didn’t mean it hurt any less.
“—It won’t cost thousands.” you finished, your words trying to ease him. But it came out patronising and you immediately regretted it. Maxwell slammed his hand on the desk before pointing his finger at you.
“Don’t interrupt me!” he shouted.
He’d never spoken to you like this. Hell, you didn’t think he’d ever spoken to anyone like this before. Or at least, not that you’d heard of. His cheeks were red with rage and little beads of sweat glazed his hairline.
You flinched are his tone, not used to him raising his voice at you like that. Max noticed the change in your demeanour and his face softened, his brown eyes widening slightly when he realised what he’d done. He slowly sank back into his chair, ripping his gaze from you. You stood there awkwardly, trying to hold back tears.
Maxwell regulated his breathing and pushed his hair out of his face before pointing to the door.
“Leave.” He ordered, his voice shaky and not even bringing himself to look at you.
Your lips were trembling. “What?” you croaked out, your voice merely above a whisper.
“Just— go home.” he waved his hand in a dismissing manner.
You stood there a little longer, lingering on the other side of his desk and praying that he’d have a change of heart. You didn’t know what that was supposed to mean. Was it a break-up? Was he firing you? Was he simply just telling you to go home?
“Max…”
Your boyfriend rubbed his temples before picking up the phone and re-dialling what you assumed to be Wayne Enterprises. He had nothing else to say to you, so, you sadly sauntered out of his office, quietly shutting the door behind you.
The entire sales team was staring at you as you walked over to the elevator. No doubt they’d overheard the whole fight. Raquel tapped your shoulder and offered you an apologetic smile. “Are you okay?” she asked.
You nodded and forced a grin, desperate to just get outside and feel the cool evening air. The office felt stuffy and hot and you just had to get out. You opted to take the stairs, not wanting to wait for the elevator. You could feel their eyes burn into you as you left Black Gold Cooperative.
It was raining when you got outside, and you managed to catch a cab just down the street.
After a few rings, Max finally pushed through Bruce Wayne’s receptionist and was waiting to get on the line with the big man himself. He breathed a sigh of relief when Bruce picked up.
“Hi, Bruce, it’s me Max. There’s been a mistake with the reports,” Maxwell said quickly, feigning confidence as he tried to forget about the fight that had just happened. But he couldn’t get it out of his head. He was terrified that you’d leave him. He’d leave him.
“Let me guess— it’s that secretary of yours?” Bruce smirked, twirling the phone wire around his finger as he waited for Max to try and salvage the business deal.
“Wh—what?” Max laughed nervously, scratching the back of his neck.
“You know, your arm candy? The one that always accompanies to those charity events and galas? The one you’re fucking on the side?”
Maxwell’s face hardened and his heart dropped in his chest. “Excuse me?”
He hated the way Bruce was talking about you. Bruce was always like that, Maxwell knew that much. He treated everyone like they were lesser than him. Maxwell was able to shrug it off when it happened to him, but he wasn’t going to let it happen to you, too.
“Please, we all know it,” Bruce rolled his eyes. “I learned the hard way about mixing business with pleasure. Never works out, my friend.”
“With all due respect, Mr. Wayne, but you know nothing about Y/N and I. So if we could please get back to the topic at hand…”
“You still want to secure the deal?” Bruce quizzed. “I supposed as much.”
Jesus, he was insufferable. Maxwell knew what it took to climb to the top of the business world. You had to be cold and brutal; everything that Bruce Wayne was. That’s why he was so successful, and truthfully, that was the difference between the two men.
It was probably the reason Black Gold was failing too. Ever since you came into Maxwell’s life, the business had been losing more and more money. Maybe it was because Maxwell worked less, always choosing to favour his time and spend it with you. He wasn’t hardened by the business world anymore. He was softened by you.
Max wouldn’t allow the entrepreneur to hurt the ones he loved. At the end of the day, you were infinitely more important than some reports on oil distribution.
“Wait,” Maxwell paused, unable to escape the invasive thoughts that consumed his mind. Thinking about your glossy eyes and your timid voice, and the way you flinched when he yelled at you. You looked terrified. “No.”
“No?” Bruce repeated incredulously.
“No,” Maxwell confirmed. “I have to go.”
“You’re making a big mistake Lord,” Bruce warned. “If you’re thinking about throwing this entire deal away over some nobody secretary—“
And with that, Maxwell tore the phone from his ear and slammed it down on the hook. He rose to his feet and grabbed his pinstripe suit jacket, hastily throwing it over his shoulder before leaving his office in a rush.
When he got home, you were curled up on the sofa, enveloped in a blanket with balled up tissues scattered around you. When he saw you, his heart broke. He dropped his keys on the coffee table, the noise alerting you. The rattling sound made you jump and you looked over at him, your eyes red and puffy.
“Hi,” you said quietly, watching as he sauntered over to you. He offered you a weak smile before sliding down on the sofa next to you.
“Hi,” he said, gazing into your eyes.
You shuffled around and sighed. “I’m sorry.” you both said at the same time.
You giggled gently, always cherishing the way you and him were so in-sync. Maxwell smiled too, a dimple appearing in his left cheek.
“I thought you hated me,” you admitted with a sniffle, and Max frowned, leaning over and cupping your face with his hands.
“No my love, I could never hate you,” he swore, shaking his head. “I— I’m sorry I yelled at you like that. I got so worked up over this deal and—“
“I know,” you cut him short, pressing the palms of your hands flat against his chest. “You don’t have to apologise. I know. It’s been a stressful few weeks.” you said knowingly.
“Still,” you Maxwell sighed. “It can’t be excused.”
“It won’t happen again?” You asked hopefully.
Maxwell smiled. “Never again, honey,” he promised. “Can I hold you?”
You nodded desperately and nuzzled into his warm embrace. He wrapped his strong arms around you and smoothed out your hair, pressing a chaste kiss into your forehead.
“I love you so much, and I won’t ever let anything come between us again,” Maxwell whispered. “No job or business deal is jeopardising what we have together.”
You smiled, squeezing him tight and never wanting to let him go. “I agree.” you replied, pulling yourself up onto his lap and nudging your nose against his.
Maxwell’s smile spoke a thousand words. It wasn’t the forced smile he showed the world when he hyped up his business on the television. It was his real, genuine smile. The smile only you got to see.
Everyone had warned you not to mix business with pleasure, and that dating Maxwell Lord was a bad idea because he was your boss. But in that exact moment, you wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.
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Gladiolus Amicita SFW alphabet.
Warnings: none.
Felt like doing another one, so here we go! Remember to leave requests for any characters you would like to see next!
Enjoy! ❤
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A - Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
Gladio doesn't care where you are, he'll always show affection to you. He loves to be affectionate towards you in many ways- be it grabbing your waist and pulling you in, or something like head rubs and messing your hair up a little- he does love seeing you like that.
B - Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? Where does the friendship start?)
He's the motivational friend, but not the 'you can do it', kind of motivational, oh no. It's more... 'Get your head outta your ass and pull yourself together' kind of motivation.
C - Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
He will happily let you cuddle up to him. He loves laying on the sofa and having you rest on his chest. Usually he will put an arm around you as you both lay there with blankets keeping you both warm.
D - Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking, cleaning, ect?)
Though he doesn't usually show it, he is actually an amazing cook, especially when it comes to meat, egg, and fish. He tends to steer away from cooking a meal though, and will instead make you both a lovely cup noodle with only the freshest ingredients. Cleaning wise, he isn't the best at cleaning, but he will do so from time to time.
E - Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
He would only break up with a partner if he had a very good reason to. For example, if you were being purposely rude, or if his royal duties prevented him from being with you. In the first scenario, he would be straight to the point, and wouldn't show much emotion. In the second one, he'd also be straight to the point, but he'd show some emotion. He knows you would understand though, and he hopes you can be together again someday.
F - Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? Do they wanna get married?)
Honestly, I cannot see Gladio getting married. I think he'd be too caught up in his royal duties to want to commit to anything, especially something that would last as long as a marriage. He would also have to make sure you were 'the one' before even considering a full commitment.
G - Gentle (How gentle are they both physically and emotionally?)
Physically, he tries to be as gentle as he can. He does try, really he does, but his chunky body makes it difficult sometimes. Emotionally, he won't be very gentle if you're sulking like a baby- he'll most likely tell you to snap back to reality, but if you really are struggling, he might give you a hug or two. He's not the greatest at advice, but he will give you an amazing pep talk.
H - Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it, and what are they like?)
He loves them. He will do it whenever, wherever, as long as you are okay with it. His hugs are usually warm, and he's able to properly embrace you- his large self makes sure of that.
I - I Love You (How fast do they say the “love” word?)
Slowly. He doesn't want to commit to anything too quickly, and these words are only really words he uses with his very close family, and even then, it's on very rare occasions.
J - Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What are they like when jealous?)
Gladio doesn't get openly jealous. Yes, he will get jealous, but he doesn't show it. If you're flirting with another, he'll silently observe you until you're alone, or until he can't take it anymore, in which case he'll drag you away and have a word with you.
K - Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
Gladio likes to be explorative about his kisses- particularly where he kisses you. He'll sometimes go for the fingers, maybe the cheek, but his absolute favorite thing to do, is lift you up and kiss your forehead.
L - Little Ones (How are they around kids?)
This man is amazing around kids. He'll make sure that they're always happy, and if they're not, he'll try and cheer them up. He acts like an older sibling to children... though, he's not at all prepared to have his own kids.
M - Morning (What are mornings like with them?)
Mornings with Gladio are usually non-existent. The truth is, he wakes up at the early hours in the morning to train, so unless you're willing to wake up at 4am and go on a run, you don't see him in the morning until breakfast time.
N - Nights (How are nights spent with them?)
Usually very slow. Gladio stays awake at night not only to kill some daemons, but also... to play games on his phone. He loves it when you're able to stay up late too and play some games with him.
O - Open (When do they open up about themselves?)
Never. He doesn't see a need for such sob stories, and he especially doesn't want to upset you. If anything ever comes up with everyone else opening up or telling people anything, he'll just remain silent.
P - Patience (How easily angered are they?)
Very easily. I mean, only a few things anger him, but those few things are... well, quite common. First of all, Noct can be infuriating from time to time. Another thing that tends to anger him is people that try to hurt Noctis. They try to hurt him? Oh well, he's expendable. But Noctis...? He will not be having that today, no siree.
Q - Quizzes (How much do they remember about you?)
E V E R Y T H I N G. You can tell this man anything, and he will remember it. Sometimes he even remembers word for word what you rant about. It's not like this man has a good memory, it's just... he's very observant of you.
R - Remember (Favorite memory with you?)
When you went to Galdin Quay and sat on the beaches... with a pot of cup noodles in both of your hands. In his eyes, there's nothing better than the sea breeze as you eat, and the way your hair was flowing in the wind was just magnificent to him. After you finished your noodles, the two of you had a mini water fight in the shallows of the sea water.
S - Security (How protective are they?)
There's not a word to describe how protective he is. He will stick by your side, 24/7, and his reflexes are the best you ever did see. If someone was shooting at you, he'd take all the bullets for you. If someone was out to assassinate you, likelihood is, he'd spy the assassin and kill them before they had the chance to even touch you.
T - Tears (Do they ever cry? Are they open about it, and why do they cry?)
Very rarely. In fact, the only time Gladio cries is when he loses a loved one, or a dear friend. Even then, it's not a lot of tears, and he will pull himself together after a while, and keep pushing forward. He only wants to impress you, even in the afterlife.
U - Ugly (What are their bad habits?)
His sarcasm. This may not seem bad at first, but when he's making a sarcastic remark every two sentences, it does become a bit of a problem, especially at times where he's supposed to be serious.
V - Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
For the most part, Gladio doesn't care much how he looks, but he will do little things, like making sure his hair and beard is well groomed, and presentable.
W - Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
Short awnser- yes. Long awnser... Gladio would indeed feel incomplete without you, but he wouldn't show it. He wouldn't say anything. He'd just suffer without you, but he'd always keep fighting.
X - Xtra (Random HC)
He teaches you how to forage. This man loves nothing more than to go out into the woods with absolutely nothing with him, and just... survive. A big part of this is foraging, and he will teach you what all the best things to eat and pick are.
Y - Yuck (Things they don’t like either in general or a partner?)
Gladio doesn't like people who nitpick at every little detail. He wants to be who he is and do what be wants, without having anyone criticise him for being the way he is.
Z - Zzz (Sleep habits)
His sleep habits are all over the place. Sometimes, he'll stay up late, and wake up late, sometimes he'll stay up late and wake up early, or sometimes he might not just sleep at all. The man has no sleep pattern.
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Leona Kingscholar - Complete SFW Alphabet
A - Affection: Leona’s not the most outwardly affectionate man in the world, but he has his little gestures. Soft touches, will actually do things you ask without (too much) complaining.
B - Bestfriend: He's the kind of friend for honesty. Need an unfiltered opinion on something? Ask Leona. He'll give praise where it's due, though.
C - Cuddles: One arm wrapped around your shoulders, holding you close as you doze off together.
D - Domestic: Don't ask him to cook or clean, he doesn't know how to do either.
E - Ending: It's going to hurt. Leona doesn't mince words, and he's probably going to hurt your feelings whether he means to or not.
F - Fiancé(e): He can take or leave marriage. As long as you're committed to him everyday, it doesn't matter to him either way.
G - Gentle: Not really, in all sense of the word. But, if you treat him gently first, he'll soften up and let his guard down.
H - Hugs: Quick hugs, if you're in public. At home, he'll wrap his arms around you from behind, pull you into his chest, and just hold you.
I - I Love You: He'll probably say it first, and no matter how often he says it's not a big deal, it is a big deal for him.
J - Jealousy: Absolutely the jealous type. It can be a little exhausting to deal with at times, but he really just wants to be told he's good enough.
K - Kisses: Slow, deep kisses on the lips. He likes to try and make you blush. Forehead kisses are the quickest way to get Leona to blush, though.
L - Little Ones: Doesn’t particularly like kids or being around them. Too loud, always demanding something from him. But… If it were his children… Things may be a little different in that case.
M - Morning: The man is asleep until the afternoon, so enjoy getting a look at open, vulnerable Leona.
N - Night: Slow, soft, lazy. A quiet meal, warm bath, and falling asleep in each other’s arms.
O - Open: It takes a good while to pry any sort of personal information out of this man, but slowly, bit by bit, he opens up to you.
P - Patience: Has a longer fuse than you thought. Doesn't really get angry, just mostly kind of irritated.
Q - Quizzes: He has a really good memory, so he remembers all the little things you thought were insignificant. Those candies you had that one time as a kid on vacation? Well, he found some for you. It's not that big of a deal.
R - Remember: Just one? How one earth is he supposed to pick just one memory out of the many the two of you share?
S - Security: Reassure him he is good enough. He doesn't have to be his brother or anything anyone else says he should be. Being Leona Kingscholar is good enough.
T - Try: Much to your surprise and delight, Leona actually puts forth a good bit of effort on special occasions. He may be lazy, but he does like you and he's not a total jackass.
U - Ugly: Lazy and self-centered. Has trouble putting the needs of other before his own sometimes. Surprisingly insecure.
V - Vanity: Leona doesn't even care if he's wearing a matching pair of shoes.
W - Whole: Leona is a full, complete person on his own. He doesn't need another person to make him complete. (Neither should you. You are strong on your own. Ok, getting off my soapbox.)
X - Xtra: He actually blushes if you use cheesy pickup lines to hit on him. Do it, it's adorable.
Y - Yuck: Overly fastidious people annoy him. He does things at his own pace, and doesn’t conform to anyone’s expectations.
Z - Zzz: Feels comfortable enough with you to want you to sleep in the same area. He doesn't get annoyed with you being close.
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otakusheep15 · 3 years
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SFW Alphabet - Solomon
This is for my best friend/mother as she is the biggest Solomon simp I’ve ever seen lol. Also, this is gonna be angsty cause I love writing angsty Solomon
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
He pretends to not like affection, but he’s a softie and we all know it. Really, all he needs is a hug and he’ll just melt on the spot. 
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
One word: chaos. You two as best friends cause untold destruction and cause Lucifer several migraines per day. Being besties with him also means being besties with Asmo, so be prepared for that as well.  
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
He loves cuddles. Maybe it’s just the fact that he hasn’t had much physical contact in who knows how long, but he loves any form of contact. His favorite ways to cuddle is him on his back with you either laying on top of him, or on the side of him with your head on his chest. 
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
I can’t see him as the type to settle down, be he’d consider it depending on the person. And while he’s a terrible cook, he’s not half bad at cleaning and other household chores. 
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
He’d be super blunt about it. Honestly, he’s scared to get with anyone to begin with since, ya know, immortality and all, so it’s been a while since he’s actually had to break it off. His main goal when breaking up with someone is to get them away from him, so he wants to make sure the way he breaks up with them will make them want to stay away. 
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
Afraid of commitment. I imagine the last time he tried to commit to someone was before he became immortal, so having to watch them die made him vow to never get that close to anyone again. Then he met you, and all of that has been thrown out the window. He might try and rush things a bit, but he just wants as much time with you as possible. So, while he is afraid to commit, he’ll do it for you. 
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
He’s bad at human interaction, so he might not know if he accidentally hurts you, but he’ll be quick to apologize once he realizes. Honestly, he’s better at being physically gentle since he can control that better than emotions.  
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
Loves hugs. They’re one of his favorite things ever. He just finds such comfort in them, and they’re great for stress relief. His hugs are a bit on the aggressive side, but they’re still very enjoyable. 
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
He’d say it on accident. And then he’d try to play it off to hide how embarrassed he is. It is pretty early on, but he does mean it with all his heart. Please say it back, he hasn’t heard it in a while. 
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
He gets extremely jealous. Like, you spend so much time with the brothers and he can’t stand that. Of course, he would never admit it, but he would try everything he can think of to get you away from them. Once, he almost resorted to food poisoning out of sheer desperation. 
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
His kisses differ depending on his mood, but they’re usually soft and full of passion. His favorite place to kiss you is your neck because it gets a nice reaction out of you. His favorite place to be kissed is the top of his head cause he’s secretly a big softy who wants to be babied.  
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
He’s not the most fond of kids, but he’ll tolerate them. They’re are fun to tease though, especially Luke. 
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
he’s either waking you up at the crack of dawn to work on some new potion, or he’s sleeping in until past noon and refuses to get up. Regardless, you are not leaving his side. If he gets up, he’ll drag you up with him. If he wants to stay in, he’ll hold you there until he’s satisfied. 
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
He’ll usually be up late working on something or other, but he’s never up for too long. He jins you in bed when he’s done, and he’ll cuddle the crap out of you an an apology for keeping you waiting. He’s also fond of talking to you about random stuff that happened throughout the day until one or both of you fall asleep. 
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
This man is one of the most secretive people to ever exist. He wants to open up to you, honestly he does, but he just can’t. he’s so worried that all of his emotional baggage will drive you away, and he couldn’t stand losing another person he cares about. So, he keeps everything hidden. With time, he’ll start opening up if you push enough buttons. 
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
He’s really good at pretending he’s patient. On the outside he’s his same-old self, but on the inside he’s fuming. His patience tends to wear especially thin around the brothers (except Asmo). It’s a mixture of jealousy for how much time they spend with you, and anger that they refuse to make a pact with him. But he keeps it all under wraps. 
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
He does remember a good bit of information, but he sucks at remembering small details. For example, he may know what month your birthday is in, but he cannot remember the actual date. Or, he would remember your favorite movie genre, but not your favorite movie in said genre. He tries his best though. 
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
He loves this one time where you tried to help him cook something. You were tired of dealing with the mess that is his cooking skills, and you wanted him to make something that wouldn’t kill you. Everything started out fine until you accidentally get some flour on him. It wasn’t much, but still. He just turns to you without saying anything before launching some flour right back at you. And then the casual baking session turns into an all-out food war. The kitchen is a mess and you two end up getting scolded by Simeon later, but it was totally worth it.  
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
Oh he’s very protective. I mean, you’re a defenseless human surrounded by powerful demons who want to eat you, of course he’d be protective. He would never mean to over-bearing, but he can come off that way sometimes. He used to protect those he cared about before he became immortal, so the habit comes back with you now. He doesn’t need protecting for obvious reasons, so it’s all the more reason to focus on protecting you. 
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
Surprisingly, he prefers more lowkey dates. Maybe it’s because he rarely gets any alone time with you, but he loves just chilling out together practicing magic. if you did want to go out, he would take you somewhere in the Human World to get away from all the chaos of the Devildom. 
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
Obviously, his cooking could kill a man, but we’re gonna move past that since it’s low hanging fruit. Besides that, he has a tendency to by pretty cunning and he’s always planning some kind of prank. He also has a tendency to get jealous of the brothers a lot, and that can make him salty when you guys can finally hang out. 
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
He used to be pretty concerned with his looks, but he’s gotten over it. He still tries to look decent since he is in the presence of some powerful demons, but it isn’t at the forefront of his mind. Although, since becoming besties with Asmo, his vanity has started picking up again.  
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
Maybe yes, maybe no. He’s had to deal with loss several times over, so he could probably learn to deal with it like he did before, but you could be different. It really just depends on what kind of impact you have on him during your time together. 
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
We all know that it’s basically canon that he and Asmo have hooked up before lol. But I also lowkey think he’s hooked up with both Barb and Satan. I have no real reason as to why I think this, but I do and I’m sticking to it. I don't even ship it that much, I just think he would do something like that. 
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
He actually doesn’t like someone he knows he’d get attached to. He doesn't want to go through that pain again, so he wants to remain distant. Also, he doesn’t like someone who doesn’t understand or accept what he’s been through and what he’ll continue going through. He wants someone who understands and who he can talk to about it. 
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
He gets very clingy in his sleep. If he’s sleeping with someone, they can expect to be trapped in his arms until he wakes up. And if you try to escape, he just hugs you even tighter. 
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styleshollands · 3 years
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GOT YOUR BACK | h.s.
Summary: Harry and Y/N deal with a dickhead.
Warnings: a really annoying man w toxic masculinity & a misogynistic attitude but he gets put in his place. some fluff ensues.
A/N: i love this it took me a while eee i hope y'all enjoy i love u
Harry had had enough. Y/N was stood about 12 feet away from him, engaged in a conversation with one of Gemma's friends. This was not how he wanted the Christmas Party at his mothers house to go. The guy you were talking to seemed to be getting increasingly closer to you as time went on and his lingering touches seemed to be increasing every second as well. "Harry, stop staring. Just go talk to people, stop being a baby." He heard Gemma tell him as she came to stand next to him. "Should I go over there?" "No, you prick. Let her socialize, she knows how to handle herself. Now come on, Aunt Sheila wants to see you." And with that, Gemma dragged her brooding brother into the kitchen in desperate hopes of stopping him from pouncing on her school friend, Michael. Poor, unsuspecting Micheal. Or so they all thought. Micheal had come to that party with an agenda. That being, shamelessly flirting with Y/N. He had been recieving christmas cards from the Styles Family for the past 10 years, but it only started to entice him about a year ago. A beautiful woman had been added to the card who also sported a beautiful wedding ring on her left hand. It was Harry's wife, he knew because he had RSVP'd to the wedding, letting them know he couldnt make it. He would've gone if he had known the new member of the Styles Family was so breathtaking. So, he, in a way, stood in the living room talking to her as a way of making up for loss time, trying to work his magic and make her be unfaithful to Harry. Just for one night, though. Micheal was a real dickhead but he had hidden it will from the family. But now, he didn't care what they thought, all he cared about was "claiming" (Michael's words, not mine) this woman. Y/N Styles was in fact stunning and Micheal just had to have her. (Again, Michael's words not mine)
You had left your spot with Michael, wanting to talk to the other people scattered around the room. You had picked up a very flirtatious aura from the man but had brushed it off, giving him some margin due to the alcohol likely coursing through his veins. For the next half hour you walked around the rest of the house and mingled with people, finally ending up in the kitchen. There Harry stood in his blue mom jeans and Christmas sweater with a drink in his hand, engaged in conversation with one of his colleagues. As if he sensed you standing there, he turned his head and made eye contact with you, offering up a smile. He excused himself from the conversation and made his way to where you were stood. "Hi bub." "Hi baby." Harry wound his arms around your waist and tugged you flush against his chest which caught you off guard. "Eager, are we?" you teased him, pressing a light kiss to his lips. "Been 'way from ya' for quite long now, missed ya'." He mumbled against your lips, pulling you in for another kiss. You both stood there for some time, completely entranced with each other for a good 3 and a half minutes, lips melting together softly. They were both, however, interrupted my someone coughing. "Alright, lovebirds. 'S time to eat, come on now." Anne said to you both, pulling you out of your hypnosis. You pulled away from him and clung to his arm, walking to the dining room to eat the delicious food you, Anne and Gemma had prepared. Anne sat at the head of the table which extended quite far down, full with guests. Harry sat in the seat closest to the head, with you right next to him. Gemma sat opposite to Harry and just to your luck, Micheal was sat across from you. You enjoyed your meal and talked to Harry and those seated near you but could not shake off the glare of Micheal.
"So, Y/N, what do you do?" Micheal quizzed, seemingly innocently. "Oh, I teach 10th grade Biology. My schools just down the street from here!" you grinned, excited to talk about your job. He nodded but not-so-subtly raked his eyes over your body. Gemma took note of this and looked at you with eyes the size of saucers; a look which you mirrored. She nudged him in the ribs and whispered, "Stop it, you ass." He just shrugged and gave you a sly smirk. Oh, boy. Micheal was playing a very dangerous game. If Harry caught even a glimpse of attention from him towards you that he deemed inappropriate, it was game over. For, Harry was highly protective of his wife. And Harry would not tolerate any guy acting like an ass towards you. "You know, I love a woman who knows how to command a room." You and Gemma's jaws dropped open. You felt your husband shift and grow taller in his seat next to you. He had heard. "Please fuck off." You said sternly, hoping Harry would let you handle it. Maybe he would've had Micheal not said, "What if I fuck you instead?" As soon as the words left his mouth, Harry's fist came in contact with the table. "The fuck did ya' jus' say to my wife?" "Nothing, just having a conversation." You scoffed and spoke up, "You've been acting like a dick all night and I've ignored it, but, I'm over it. Please leave." Harry placed his hand on your thigh and gave it a slight squeeze, signifying he had your back. "You heard my wife, get the fuck out." Micheal scoffed and abruptly pushed himself out of his seat and began to stomp away. "Hope the door hits you on the way out!" Gemma called after him, putting the cherry on top. You all burst into a fit of laughter, even Anne joining in. Harry leaned into your ear and whispered, "Always got ya' back, baby." "Right back at you, hubby."
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zuffer-weird-girl · 4 years
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Overhaul / Chisaki Kai sfw alphabet
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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
Yeah... not very as you all may have expected. Chisaki is very reserved and his mysophobia doesn't help at all. Although, years of not touching nobody can do so much to a person and he MIGHT be willing to touch you after a few months... maybe years.
At the first few times he will only show his affection by giving you things. That's it.
But well, the wait is worth it. Chisaki is a gentleman by nature. Kisses on the hand whenever you pass by, forcing/invinting you to sit on his lap.
His forms of affection are from actions, not from words. He sucks with words, Im sorry.
B = Beginning (How would the relationship start?)
Something tells me that Chisaki would start a relationship only when the person gives him some type of interest. Personality, knowledge.... QUIRKLESS.
Really, he does care more about how intellugent or what they could be to him as a partner, appearance comes just as a bonus to him.
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
AHA!
Jokes apart, Chisaki is just as a stone when cuddling... if he is willing to honestly because this man is such a tsundere brat it huRTS-
He would slowly learn how to do it, but please give him time and espace, he never done this before God help him.
He is much more comfortable with you laying on his chest as he continues on with his paperwork, it gives hkm a sense that he is not alone and that he can spend time with you while doing something so tedious as paperwork.
BUT! On harsh days, as example got into a argument with pops or a bad day in general, he likes to lay his head on your lap and just forget the world exists as hugging you close and inhaling your clean scent.
Also well, enjoy when he is sleepy.
Also, cuddling only after a shower. No buts.
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
Well, he does want to settle down but as long as he can continue gis work on the Hassaikai then its nore than fine to him (if we're talking about after the raid THEN HE NEEDS TO SETTLE DOWN AND SOME THERAPY)
Cleaning master. Sucks at cooking.
Okay, he is not that bad he can make a toast, but he just really doesn't like to do it, since is just so messy. Really enjoys your cooking though if you know how to...
If not his poor childhood friend will become the chef of you two. Seriously Hari need a break-
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
Fuck. If HE had to break up he would be straight to the point. Cold and uncaring. Not even the whole "is not you, its me" no no. Chisaki will make sure to tell that he is breaking up because of you and thats final, being on his good intentions or not.
Kai would break up with his partner if they did something like cheat on him or something... and he is from the mafia you rreally want to take the risk?!
Or he would break up due to his fear of you getting hurt. But this will only happen when his paranoia would take over him.
He doesn't want to lose you soon, affirmative.
F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
He feels unnecessary before he mets someone he feels really in love with. He doesn't believed in love when younger so its a tragic change.
And no. Chisaki wants to make sure he knows the person very well before he goes to get down on one knee for them. And surprisingly, if he feels like he is safe and can be vulnetable around his partner? Then he is on the cloud nine internally.
Only time will tell when you can get engaged with this plague man.
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
TSUNDERE BASTARD-
Is that enough? No? Ok.
He is always scoffing and rolling his eyes when you are affectionate with him but ny god dont stop or else he will discount his rage and frustation on poor Rappa.
Although, when he gets a bit drunk or just overworked he is so gentle. Like, sweet words and all, it even shocks you sometimesm
For him, you are the light of his dark life, his angel. So he doesn't mind speaking behind closed doors on how much he loves you and cherish you being here with him. Likes to carres your cheeks with the back of his gloved hand or plant sweet kisses on your forehead, hands and most of all: lips.
Appreaciate it because his behaviour can change on how you take his words.
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
Nope. Only when he feels the urge to it, when he is tired or when you are down.
He is not much of a hugger. But is willing to give some to you since... you're special to him.
Although Chisaki hugs are like 👌😤. His arms caging you to gis chest and how warm it feels its just heavenly. He hugs you close and likes to give you little squezze that does not hurt to make you sure he is not letting go for a while.
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
Long. Long time until he says this.
Saying those three words means to him only one thing: vulnerability.
Its going to take a lot of time for Kai to let out those words, mostly sure that his partner will be the one to say it first, but Kai would jjst stay there and not reply.
One: embarrassed as heck; Two: he is sure that he loves you back but... he needs time.
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
He is more overprotective than jealous. Yet he does feel it. A lot.
He doesn't trust OTHERS, he knows you love him. But the world around him failed so many times when he was young that this man has doubts even on his most considerate coomurate. He fears that they might take advantege of you.
A tiny part of him fears that you will leave him because he is not the mostproper partner, but his pride takes over that very easily.
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
Soft, passionate and hot.
As spoken before Kai loves to kiss your hand, forehead, cheeks and lips. Those are the cleanest and softest places he found to make you embarrassed and all soft.
He isn't much to being kissed... but he does love it when he is there working and then you rub his shoulder a bit before kissing his temple than pecking his lips softly.
Leaves him a blushing mess all the time.
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
*laughs* ERI-CHAN-!
I have a few scenatios of him actually being a good dad so... I will just skip this one and let you all see it for yourselfs.
Although, one word. Strict dad. You guessed right.
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
My HEART THEY ARE THE BEST
Especially when he doesn't go to work because its only there that you can see his resting face on the pillows. Usually when he goes to work he gets up, dress himself and carres your check softly before leaving a kiss on your temple and leaving.
When he is free you're trapped. Cant get out of the bed until he does.
Sweet scraches and petting coming from him. TAKE THOSE.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
Soft. Watching him, tired as always getting out of his clothes to put his nightwear. If neither of you feel like crashing down onto the dreamland, Chisaki will pick one book you may like, let you rest your head on his chest, shoulder or lap as he reads it out loud while scracthing your head.
If he is on the mood he might even sing you a lullaby... only if you're feeling down though.
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
After a very long time on the relationship.
If he does have a mentalbreakfown he is blurting everything out like he is about to die and just needs to tell you everything. Although it would be almost impossible.
I feel like Chisaki would slowly reveal things of himself to you. Is the most like to happen.
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
Easy peasy little squeaky.
This man gets angry easily but he does know how to control himself over this situations... although when he loses his patience he does get pissed off (we saw him already guys with pops and the heroes)
In discussions he woudl rather distance himself then to just shout at you though.
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
STALKER
He knows everything and more about you. Every little detail he will remember
Seriously, he might still have that annoyed face of his when you're talming but he is listening and paying attention.
Might as well surprise you with your favorite sweets or flowers.
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
First kiss.
He never kissed someone besides you so all the memroy is very well guarded on his mind and he does cherish it everyday.
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
Overprotective. Will kill for you, overhaul and then kill again for you.
Chisaki is powerful, not only by his quirk but his status as well so only one look of his is enough to scare the others away.
Or his threatenings like... slipping his glove out and showing his victim his bare hand as a signal to not speak or dont come any closer unless they want to die.
Will fell weirded out if you protect him since like... he is a boss of the mafia? He doesn't need protection? He is your knight in shinning armor not the other way around.
... although it makes him a bit embarrassed.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
So much money that the Hassaimai is stealing from other gangs because of this asshole expending shit tones of moneh in your guys dates.
Everything you once thought or mentiomed for him is there. He is not afraid to spend money when it comes to you.
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
Brush off something that its important to you bit seems unimportant for him.
Gets rude sometimes.
Always demanding on cleaning duty.
Wanting to keep his personal espace due to his mysophobia.
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks? Do your looks bother them?)
Not much. He only gives care to his cleaning habbits and his smell. Definitely not because you find his scent amusing and devine. Nope. Definitely not.
He doesn't care about looks. Really, do not give a shit. Is just a bonus to him. You're divine and angelic to him.
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
Many thumbs up.
He feels extra annoyed and bothered when you're not around. Pls stay with this plague man.
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
Cant sleep without you on his side. Really, he just cant. He tried many times already but just ended up scoffing and going after you just because he needed to sleep says him.
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
He calls you brat as a affectionate nickname but seriously, he doesn't want a child as his partner, so dont be too childish. It irritates him a lot.
BEING ORGANIZED IS NOT A OPTION IS A MUST. or else it will feel like he is more occupied scolding you then loving you for that matter.
Hates. HATES. when his plans doesn't work well and when suddenly you cancel a date of you two or any plans in general.
Hates.
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs? Does it change around a partner?)
Cling to you for dear life when he gets comfortable with you. And I would suggest you to stay awake for a bit longer than him since he mumbles in his sleep.
Might be nightmares of rombas chasing him with knifes or words of how much he truly loves you? You might as well find out.
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The Party
Hope everyone's having a great holiday season so far! This time of year isn't always easy but thankfully friends and a good distraction can make things easier. 
I drew these pic’s to pair with a moderately long fic I wrote to follow up the aforementioned party from earlier, it’s below the the cut! Read it if you want! Either way, Happy Holidays! 💜💚💛
Words: 4,142    Relationships: Harlivy /Harley & Joker friendship / Batjokes (mentioned)     Universe: Mine / Lego Batman
A/N: sorry for any typos or weird grammatical stuff, I'm good at art, not writing
Summary: Joker’s felt a little down since Batman’s been out of town, will his best friend Harley be able to cheer him up?
Warnings: Alcohol use, implied depression
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"C'mon Jay it'll be be fun!" Cheered Harley, mustering all the enthusiasm she could in an attempt to persuade Gotham's former clown prince of crime to pull himself together 
"I don't care!…. Go bother your girlfriend or something. Leave me alone…" He was currently piled under several layers of blankets, sunk deep into the ball pit he called a bed
"Nuh uh, I'm not haulin' my butt outta this room 'till you haul yours. You can stay in that pit and cry all ya like, but it won't fix nothin', you gott-"
"I don't GOTTA do anything!" Jay snapped. Throwing his blanket aside and revealing his less than kempt appearance, his face twisted into a frustrated glare
Harley, already familiar with Jay's usual harmless outbursts only sighed as she looked her long time friend up and down, taking in his surroundings with a curious eye
It'd been a month or two since Batman left the scene and his absence was definitely beginning to take a toll on the poor clown.
She could tell it'd been a while since he'd done anything to care for himself…. His hair, which was usually swept back into a flawless green pomp, lazily draped his face. The dull forest black of his roots beginning to seep back into the rest of it. Same could be said for the state his room which, due to his erratic nature, was always a bit untidy  but had recently fallen into a state of near disrepair. Bags of half eaten junk food and empty bottles of all sorts of things lay strewn across the floor, particularly around his half deflated bed.
Despite the mess, he still seemed a little...thin… more so than usual to be honest… his ribs visible beneath the loose shirt he wore, arms comparable to sticks despite the muscle.
most of all though, he just seemed... tired. Jay always looked tired out of makeup. It was one of the first things she'd managed to take note of when he'd first entered her office years ago…. But right now the purple rings beneath his eyes that never seemed to go away were deepened to a point that made it clear he wasn't getting much sleep or doing much for himself in general...
Seeing her best friend in a state like this was hard to witness… and although her partner, Ivy, didn't have much but mild disdain for Jay, Harley couldn't find it in herself to leave him like this… which is why she thought a party might lift his spirits a little 
"C'mooon! You love parties!! It'll just be a small one anyway!" It was actually much bigger than she was implying but Jay liked big and she didn't wanna scare him off too soon… 
"Yeah, like that'll make things any better… who did you even invite?? A good half of the rogues don't even like me…"
"Sure they do!"
Jay only looked at her, bereft and unimpressed. 
"I mean ok you and Riddler don't always get along and it took a lot a beggin' ta get ya un-banned from the iceberg lounge but still!!"
"Uhg whatever! It doesn't matter! I don't need those bozos seein' me like this anyway..."
"Like what?" 
"I don't know!  I'm just…... I'm not in the right… mood for something like that right now.... You know how this works… they'd see right through me. "
Back when Jay was still her patient they'd end up talking a lot about masks…Batman's would come up more often than not but every now and then he'd end up discussing his own…. Or more specifically, the metaphorical one he'd put on every time he picked up a brush and painted himself a new face…..
"Jay, sweetie…  you don't have to pretend to be okay… they won't think you're weak or nothin', you know that right?..."
Jay gave her an incredibly tired look before turning away.
"What happened to the Jay that wasn't afraid to let people know how he's feelin' huh? The one that turned every emotion into a show….?"
He kept his head down, shoulders stiff, before speaking...
"....Cause I'm not just sad this time…. " As he looked up slowly an emotion that was rarely seen on the mans face showed itself, flooding his eyes. 
"W- when I'd talked to Robin and Batgirl that last time and asked about Batman they gave each other this look and…. Something's wrong… he's in trouble or something I… I can feel it…..  W-what if he doesn't come back and he leaves me here all alone an-" 
Harley put a polished nail up to Jay's lips and smiled warmly.
"Shhhh…. You're worryin' too much puds… ur big dumb brain is just an overdramatic liar… don't listen to it okay?" 
Jay sniffled, giving her an understanding nod.
"You still got me an' your crew an' Bud and all the other little silly things that make ya days good doncha?"
He smiles halfheartedly. "Y-yeah…. But still… he was..."
"I know… he's special….but do you seriously think anything out there could actually kill Batman? THE Batman? C'mon now….  He's luckier than any bastard out there and you know it…"
"Yeah…. Yeah I guess ur right"
"Of COURSE I'm right!… now come on…" she offers her hand and helps her friend stand up. "Let's get that hair done and those nails shined up  so you're brain can take a break from making all those nasty thoughts" 
Jay smiled a little wider this time, forever grateful he had a friend as great as Harley around… he really didn't know what he'd do without her sometimes...
"Right…. Also… uh…. Harley?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks for….uh…. Bein'... around… I guess…" Jay practically mumbled...
Harley smiled knowingly, amused with his poor attempt of gratitude
"No problem, Pud's….." she gave him a peck on the forehead leaving a black smudge behind 
"now enough mush...Let's clean this mess and get ya fabbed up"
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A few hours later, Jay stood outside the titular iceberg lounge in his best winter fit, a long boa around his shoulders and a pair of unnecessary sunglasses obscuring the mascara he'd only half ruined on the way there…. 
He truly, honestly, did not feel like socializing with anyone at the moment, but who was he to refuse a doctor's orders?....
Taking a deep breath of the cold winter air, Jay stiffened up, smoothed the wrinkles from his vintage memphis style sweater and entered the lounge, heels high and head high as he could manage 
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When the doors swung open with a swirl of winter snow, Jay was greeted by a surprisingly full and stunningly silent room. Christmas music cut through the tension like a knife as everyone stopped what they were doing and turned their attention to Joker's fashionably late arrival.
He didn't know if it was because of his natural ability to demand attention or the fact that he hadn't been seen in nearly 3 weeks, but for some reason the room seemed slightly on edge. worried he'd come with another Joker brand surprise perhaps. Thankfully, Harley, who'd left his place a little earlier to get everything ready, noticed who'd finally arrived.
"JJ!! YOU MADE IT!!" she leaped off her stool and came running to grab him, The rest of the room taking it as a cue to un-tense and to go back to their festivities, the lounge lighting up  with warm greetings and laughter.
" Hey…" said Jay as Harley put an arm around his shoulder and escorted him to the booth she was sitting at….  
"So… is all of this for me or…?"
"No, did she tell you that?" Ivy who was sitting at the booth with his other less than fond acquaintance, Catwoman and someone else he didn't seem to recognize, gave a snide smile, Jay suddenly felt he should probably sit someplace else
"IVY!! SHHH" Harley shushed
"What? He was gonna find out out eventually…. It was supposed to be Penguin's annual winter ball" 
"Uh,It still is tho…?" said Kat, mouth full of shrimp 
"Well, yah…. Difference is we had to 'finesse' Penguin into letting HIM in" Ivy explained, disdain in her voice
"And you... helped with that?..." asked Jay, surprised. Ivy sighed
"for Harley's sake, yes. not yours" 
Jay smiled, amused. "well how charitable of you, here's to hoping you won't regret it"
Ivy rolled her eyes. "As if I don't already" she said, taking a short sip from her drink, Harley sitting down next to her give her thank u peck on the cheek.
"Hey, why'd you get banned from this dump anyway?" Asked Kat, eyes squinting curiously 
"I have no idea…." Jay shrugged 
"He put a coke and mento bomb in the fountain!" Harley interrupted 
"Oh yeah…." He'd totally forgot
"Ha! Awesome…" 
"Right uh, anyway, who the hell are you?" Jays attention suddenly turned to the woman sitting opposite of kat. She had light blue skin, bright white eyes and hair that made her look like a human lighting rod.
"Name's Livewire." She said, voice sharp as her appearance 
"She's from Metropolis" explained Ivy. Jay rose a brow.
"Metropolis huh?? How'dya like dealin' with boy scout full time over there?" He quizzed 
"Sweet!…" she exclaimed enthusiastically "Big blue aint got a thing on me! 'sides, dweeb's been outta town for months now! metropolis might as well be my personal playground"
The mentioning of Superman's absence made something in Jay's chest twist. He'd known their neighbor hero had been MIA for even longer than Batman, Supergirl taking over the workload just like Batgirl had in Gotham. but still… the reminder was enough to worry him. I mean… if superman was taking so much time up there, what chance did Batman have against whatever it was they were so busy with??
Trying his best to shake off the uneasiness building in his stomach Jay took a breath and snapped back to reality, offering Livewire his hand
"Well, uh... Livewire, i'm this city's head honcho while the bat's gone so welcome to Gotham and try not to wear it out" 
Harley and Ivy exchanged looks as Jay smiled slyly and took Livewires hand…
...Only for his usual gesture of hospitality to be met with an equally shocking grip that sent blue sparks flying in every direction.
"DAMN, what the- !! " Jay yanked his hand back and held it in pain, hot needles running up his arm.The new addition to Harley's crew laughed crudely and smiled
 "why do you think they call me 'LIVEWIRE' genius?" 
Jay stayed silent with defeat as the table went up in hysterics "Yeah fine, okay, I shoulda saw that one coming" he sighed and smoothed out his hair which had sprung up to stand on end, his face ever so slightly red "anyway, you ladies have a nice time… i'll set up shop somewhere else and let you guys… idk… flirt with each other or whatever..." without much fanfare he slunk off to sit someplace else.
After the table had settled down completely though, Harley noticed Jay making his way to the bar looking somewhat dejected.
"Aw Jay…." 
The rest curiously turned their attention to the direction of Harley's gaze.
"You're not going after him are you?" Asked Ivy after a beat.
"Well… yeah…?" Harley shrugged.
"Uhm, why?" Asked kat, dipping more shrimp into her cocktail "like if he's not in the mood for a joke that's kinda his problem…?"
"Yeah, but still…. I've never seen 'im like this for so long…. He's usually so funny and animated, it's like somethin' drained all the life out of 'im…." The concern on Harley's face was very apparent. Ivy brushed back a few strands of her hair and tried her best to reassure her.
"Look i'm sure he'll get his second wind when Batman comes back at some point… but ‘til then it's not your job to take care of him…" 
Harley sighed silently. "I know but… he's still my best friend… and if I hadn't met him, I wouldn'ta met you!" She squished close to her spouse with a smile, Ivy suddenly unable to hold back a small one herself.
"He helped me outta my slump all those years ago, least I can do is help 'im outta his..."
Ivy gave her a soft look before reluctantly caving "Kindness has always been your best and worst trait, silly bee…" she said with a smirk "fine, go ahead and do your thing, I've got plenty of company over here in the meantime…"
Harley smiled happily and gave her one last kiss before running off to join Jay at the bar.
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Jay sat alone at the bar in silence until he was suddenly startled by Harley's arrival.
 "What's shakin' grumpy gills?" She asked pulling up a stool.
Jay didn't answer as the bartender slid over a funfetti martini topped with the works, Jay lazily catching it and drinking deeply.
"Those guys didn't get ta ya did they? I know they seem mean bu- "
"Ah… I don't care about them…" said Jay dismissively  "we're all villains here right? I'm sure they got their reasons… sides, Livewire's pretty fun even if she did fry my Joy buzzer" He said regretfully…
"So what's up then…?" Asked Harley, head tilted 
Jay looked down at the table with a frown, fingers anxiously scraping the side of the glass in his hand….
"What she'd said about metropolis…. And… superman…."
"Oh…"  Harley nodded "well…. I'm sure they're together wherever they are…. Right? Him and Batman? And I mean, with Superman around, he's bound to be okay….." 
Jay had a hard time matching her enthusiasm but that logic did comfort him some. "Yeah… yeah I guess so"
"C'mon Jay, you gotta get that stuff off your mind for a minute! Go mingle! Go dance!… look at everyone who came this time! Turn-out's never been so big!"
As Jay's looked around the room, Harley did have a point, usually these get-togethers only managed to scrounge up about half the gang, but it looked like almost all the rogues in town had come this time. Even D-listers like Polkadot man, Killer Moth, Crazy Quilt ect. Had managed to show up, plus people he didn't seem to recognize…
For example at the bar sat Scarecrow and a… Oddly scruffy looking man he looked to be sharing a drink with. He'd heard from Riddler over the phone some time ago that crow had found himself a friend and that the two were "in cahoots".  whatever that was supposed to mean. He supposed that must've been the "friend" in question…
A few tables down sat another unfamiliar  in a polkadot shirt and a pair of cracked thick lensed glasses. He had a peculiar looking puppet sitting on his lap which made J raise a brow, but he didn't judge. Looking at his woefully nervous face he guessed it must it must've been a security thing anyway… 
Despite the big crowd though, Jay did notice one person missing of whom he hadn't seen in quite a while...
"Yeah I guess everyone is here...  except uh, Lex I guess…?" Jay considered himself friends with metropolises king of corruption, even if the feeling wasn't always mutual. Seeing so many crooks he knew in one place made him realize how rare it was to see the mal hearted mogul at these things.
Unfortunately, Harley could only shrug with defeat. "Ah I tried to get Lex but you know how he is… nobody's seen that shut in for ages".
Jay's eyes narrowed at that "How long is ages…. ?" He pressed
"I dunno… a few months guess???  Livewire said he's been quiet lately, probably off in one of his labs making some over convoluted instrument of destruction I guess"
The growing list of missing big shots was beginning to piece something together in Jay's head… what on earth was Lex up to? Where was superman?? Why did the league need Batman's help? How did it all connect?? After a moment Harley noticed Jay slipping into his thoughts again and shook his shoulder lightly to pull him out of it.
"Hey, don't worry about that egghead. he'd only kill the mood if he were here anyway" 
Jay couldn't disagree, the billionaire was kind of notorious for being a giant stick in the mud.
"If you're really worried about what's goin' on with those guys, you can come up with a plan Tomorrow…. right now we got a' open dance floor, unlimited drinks and a Karaoke competition that's about ta kick off in ten"
The word 'Karaoke' was enough to snap Jay back to reality. "Did you say Karaoke?" 
"Yes, I did."
"Do they hav-"
"Yes, they have Queen" 
Jay nearly looked as if someone had told him the best news of his life. "Oh thank god" maybe Harley was right. Worrying would have to wait. 
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The rest of the night went on with few hang ups. Drinks poured, music played and poorly screeched lyrics kept the mood upbeat.
The Karaoke stage hosted performance after performance, some more enthusiastic than others. Some painful, others surprisingly pleasant. Jay's teetered off the edge of both categories, but when "somebody to love" burst through those speakers, he'd sung it with his whole chest. The best performance by a long shot though had to be Ivy's who's affinity for 50's ballads lent to her beautifully rich voice and her's was closely followed by the Dent's who'd decided to attempt a duet with no chorus which everyone found somewhat impressive.
Emotions did flare up once or twice though, as they tend to do when it comes to villain gatherings. Ed and Jay got into a fight about something stupid and unimportant, both obviously enjoying themselves, Bane and Croc engaged in an arm wrestle that woefully ended in a tie, and Jay inevitably got worked up about Batman again, this time with a crowd of eager listeners somewhat entertained by his rambling, giving questionable advice here and there.
At the get-together's height, the dance floor had filled to the point where Penguin was just about ready to call the whole event off until Riddler dragged him on to the floor himself.
After another hour or so the party wound down some more and the night devolved into quiet discussions between friends, everyone either ready to leave or half asleep. Eventually Jay and Two-face of all people were left alone. Once Ed, Crow, Hatter and the rest had gone home.
Jay always liked Harv, for someone known for his temper he seemed to have a lot of patience and Jay found both of his selves uniquely interesting in their own ways. Harvey the "handsome" one was always very nice, easily flustered, and had a sadness in his eyes that was hard to ignore. "Dent", the one famous for all those 2 themed crimes, was a bold individual and one of the most brutally honest people he knew. That night though, even he seemed a little sad. He admitted later that it was because it'd been a while since he'd gotten to talk to his old pal Bruce, someone Jay was mildly familiar with of course, and they spent the rest of the night discussing Batman and wayne and how they seemed so similar until it really was time to head home. 
 sometime after midnight, long after everyone had either left or found someplace to pass out, Harley broke up with her girl gang again to come get Jay who'd fallen asleep in an empty booth.
"Wake up clown" she said loudly, nudging him a bit. Jay giggled quietly in response, turning over after a moment and opening his eyes.
"Oohh what's up??"
"Time to go." 
"Aw…" Jay huffed disappointedly, then did his best to sit up straight, his head slowly spinning as he did so "ah jeeze…"
"Don't worry I called one of your guys, he's waiting outside." She explained "I dragged you here, might as well drag you home" 
"You did that for me?" Jay smiled "That's so nice…."
"Mhm" carefully, she took his hand got him to his feet, doing her best to keep him up straight. As they headed out they met up with Ivy at the door
"Taking pennywise home?" She asked 
"It'll only take a minute" Harley assured 
"Alright… don't take too long…" she turned to leave but before she could, Jay suddenly spoke up.
"H-hey, Wait!" 
Ivy turned around, brow raised "You have something to say to me?"
"Uh… yeah? I mean… sort of? I just, uh… wanted to say i'm sorry for…  messing up your garden all those times…." 
Ivy blinked "Why are you telling me this now?"
"I just thought you shud kno….  And that um…. Maybe you'd hate me…. A little less... if I said sorry for once..." the frown on Jays face was absolutely pitiful, Ivy could only roll her eyes.
"I don't hate you… Joker"
"Oh?"
"I just think you're annoying…."
"Oh…." Jay couldn't really tell if that was any better but at the moment he was too drunk to care. "Okay…"
With that ivy turned around to join Kat and Livewire
"Thanks for the apology though I suppose…Take care of yourself…. And, Harley don't take too long… it's only 1:00am we still have plans."
"Don't worry Ive's  i'll catch up." 
after one last look, Ivy went back on her way and Harley continued walking J to his car.
As they went Jay hummed to himself, swaying slightly, until a certain thought made him go quiet again.
"....Harley….?" He asked suddenly.
"Yeah, J?"
"Am I a bad friend?" The question just as out of the blue as his apology to Ivy…. 
Harley looked at him, concerned "Why do ya ask?"
"I just…. Please?" He pleaded. Harley hesitated for a long moment but decided being honest was probably best.
" not exactly but… maybe sometimes"
"Hm…" Jay decided he'd have to work on that
"But I also know ya don't really wanna hurt anybody…. That you try your best everyday ta make people happy and that you've been through just as much any of us….  A few mean comments an' dumb pranks ain't gonna make anybody think you're the devil or somethin'….not me or any of the other guys... "
Jay had to smile at that, Harley always had something smart or nice to say no matter what. still, her answer only made him feel worse about how he'd been earlier when she was just trying to help… he really, honestly, didn't deserve her…. But the least he could do was let her know he was glad to have her...
"Harley…?"
"Yeah, J…"
"Thanks for being really, really great all the time… and… y'know… around… " Harley smiled as she secured his arm around her shoulders. 
"Thanks J..." 
"also sorry for sucking sometimes..."
She sighed. "It's fine Jay…."
carefully, she hauled his ragdolling body a few more feet and shoved him into the back seat of his car. J grunting as his head hit the leather seat.
"Now go home an' try not to get lost on your way to the door" She said sternly. Jay gave her a lazy wink and a pair of wobbly finger guns.
"Gotcha." 
with that,Harley slammed the door shut and the J-Mobile's engine roared to life. One his lackeys sitting in the driver's seat.
"Where to boss? HQ?"
"Yup… ah, sorry t' call ya out so late…"
"S'alright boss…. Don't worry about it"
As the car lurched forward, street lights shining in through the windows as snow fell ever so lightly over Gotham like a dusting of fresh powdered sugar, Jay did inevitably start thinking about Batman again, wondering when he'd come back, desperately wishing he knew anything about where he was right now….
The thoughts were hard to ignore and when he got home he knew he'd be surrounded by the same walls he'd spent the last month trapped with them in….  even so, the world felt a little less washed out than it had before he left, and it wasn't just because of the alcohol swirling in his blood. 
He may not have had Batman... But today reminded him he wasn't alone.
He had friends… real friends… In a way he'd always considered them such… but deep down there was always doubt. I mean sure he got along better with some than others, but after knowing people so long he shouldn't have been so dumb to think they hated him as much as he thought they did. 
When you're a villain in Gotham sometimes all you have are other weirdos in the same boat as you to help keep you and everyone else afloat. People need people in more ways than one…  and as Jay drifted off to sleep in the back of his gaudy getaway vehicle, laying in a position that was just barely comfortable, he pushed his worries aside and made sure that was something he'd never let himself forget.
~ End ~
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minecraftninjerkid · 3 years
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SFW Alphabet: NW Ben & Courtney
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(Drawing above by @theangrycomet​ , colored by me!)
Found this list by @allzelemonz​ and I was just like: MY TIME HAS COME AGAIN. Yes, it’s for one person, but I decided, “let’s do a pair!” because two heads are better than one. So strap in, we’re reviewing the SFW alphabet with the (arguably) most iconic OC x Canon ship in town!
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) Ben is very sweet, so I think he’d be a bit of a cheek-pecker. Courtney’s more of a cuddle-bug, since it’s the fastest way to get her to sleep.
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?) 2 letters in and I think this one already speaks for itself XP
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?) Once again, Courtney’s the cuddler. She’ll usually just hold her arms out like “hug me”, and won’t let go until she falls asleep. Ben would cradle her and just be his usual soft-boy self.
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?) One of the most nerve-wracking things for Ben is settling down, but little does he know, he’s the most capable Ben of such a thing in the multiverse. He can’t cook or clean, but he and Courtney are a team, so as long as they have that, they’d be just fine.
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) God, I HOPE that never happens! >~< But if that were to happen, Ben would most likely be the heartbreaker. He would probably worry he’s not doing enough and that he’s being unfair to Courtney, some other person could do better than him, etc...
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?) Courtney’s the one always worrying about the “what’s next” in the relationship. If it were brought up with Ben, he’d just be a flustered mess.
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) You will never find a gentler boyfriend than NW Ben. He is very gentle and slow paced in everything that they do. Took his sweet time before kissing Courtney, is usually afraid to get spicy, just the embodiment of a teddy bear.
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) Ben and Courtney. LOVE. Hugs. They’re best served at the end of a long day or after a sad/bad moment.
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?) It took. 12 GODDAMN YEARS. For those two to admit they liked each other. (I won’t disclose how yet, no spoilers, but I definitely went with the “it’s all over, I can finally confess my feelings” trope).
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) Ben was the jealous one before their relationship was established, but after they started dating, Courtney swore that any girl who eyeballed her man in a sultry way would be bitten like a rat. 
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss? Where do they like to be kissed?) Ben’s pretty shy, so Courtney’s usually the one who engages in kissing. They usually get by with a cheek kiss, but if the mood is right, it could lead to a softcore makeout session. Ben’s fine with just the lips, and Courtney won’t admit it, but she likes neck kisses.
L = Little ones (How are they around children?) Courtney’s a babysitting MASTER, so she’s the one who handles children. Ben’s okay with them, but he’s more likely to befriend them.
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) Ben and Courtney absolutely hate mornings. However, if need be, Courtney will be the more punctual one and wake up on time.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?) Ben might fall asleep in front of the T.V and Courtney will just DIE in her room the first chance she gets.
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) Ben is blatantly and obliviously open about himself, so it’s easy to read him. Courtney, not as much, there’s some ice to break, but it’s there.
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) Ben isn’t easily angered, as he’s a pretty passive guy, but one wrong word too many and Courtney will POUNCE.
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about each other? Do they remember every little detail mentioned in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?) Ben tends to be a little forgetful, but he tries his best. With Courtney, it’s a 50/50 sort of thing. Sometimes, she’ll know everything and anything at the slightest reference, other times she’s got the memory of a goldfish.
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in their relationship?) Do I have to pick just one? ^^;
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) Courtney trusts Ben enough to take care of himself, but will step in if someone is messing with him or he’s biting off more than he can chew. Ben, however, after hearing about all the creative ways Courtney’s counterparts have kicked the bucket, will not hesitate to break character and absolutely MURDER anyone that tries to hurt her.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) Ben tries to go big, but his plans always end up falling through. (Courtney appreciates how much he tries, though). Courtney just goes about it the normal way, but will never pass up a chance to spice things us.
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?) Ben stays up too late at night playing videogames and lets people walk all over him while Courtney doesn’t let anyone help her with things she THINKS she knows how to do already.
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) Ben doesn’t give a damn about how he looks, but Courtney tends to be a bit self-conscious about her mole. (Ben considers it a beauty mark, so that always helps cheer her up).
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without each other?) Obviously. I mean, they’re not NEEDY (most of the time), but they’ve known each other for so long, they can’t imagine life without each other.
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them). Their friends meme on them for being their own little anime romcom.
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?) Courtney will ABSOLUTELY not stand for people spying on her and Ben and admiring “how cute they are.” Their intentions could be good, but it’s just seen as creepy to her.
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?) Ben snores when he’s tired and Courtney needs to be cuddled, because A) it calms her down, and B) she moves around a lot in her sleep and will 100% fall off whatever she’s sleeping on unless someone’s holding her secure.
I think that covers everything! (Oh, and there’s a NSFW version of this, but I won’t do that unless everyone wants me to. Actually, y’know what? If we can get this to at least 15 likes, I’ll nut up and do it! Yeah, you heard me! I’ll break out of the vanilla zone and spice things up!)
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mydisasteracademia · 3 years
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SFW Alphabet: Toshinori Yagi
You all know the drill. Full post under the cut. I’m using his skinny form for this, of course.
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
He can be fairly affectionate. If you can get past how flustered he can be around you, he won’t shy away from having an arm around your waist or a good hug.
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
He’s very attentive as a best friend. He loves meeting with you and just sitting and talking together. The two of you met when you accidentally bumped into him at the supermarket and offered to take him out for lunch as an apology. You hit it off immediately.
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
When you’re both alone, he loves it when you cuddle against him. You can’t exactly sit in his lap too often, but if you want to see him blush, just sit him in yours. He gets embarrassed, but he enjoys the feeling of your arms around his skinny frame.
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
He can cook and clean fairly well, having lived on his own for most of his life. He’s not around enough to keep this squeaky, but it looks decent enough. In his younger years he might’ve thought about settling down once or twice, but he’s practically married to the job already, so he doesn’t give it much thought.
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
It would totally run him through the wringer, but he would sit you down and quietly admit that he wants to split. It hurts him so much, but he feels like it’s the best decision.
F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
Not too quick to settle down, given his middle age. Deep down, he’s lonely and would like to get married, but not very many people can look past his gangly, skeletal form. It would take him a long time to think out marriage to you and it would have to be very late in your relationship for him to even consider popping the question.
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
He’s incredibly, impossibly gentle with you. Most of all he loves to see you smile and he never raises his voice at you. He loves just running his hands across your skin and seeing the way you look at him. Nobody has ever looked at him that way and he won’t lie, it feels amazing.
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
He loves hugs. Especially your hugs. He can feel the stress melt away whenever he feels your arms around him. Of course, he loves reciprocating. He enjoys pulling you close and feeling your softness against him. His hugs are a little bony/pokey, but you can hear his heartbeat against your ear and it’s calming.
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
It takes him a while to get out of denial about his feelings. Likely something has to push him into saying it first -- if you were in danger and he rescued you (or vice versa), or maybe you got sick and he said it while he thought you were delirious.
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
He’s a very patient person and as such doesn’t get jealous easily. He may be a bit uncomfortable with certain people around you, but he tries his best to shove those feelings down unless he seriously doubts your safety around them.
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
His kisses are tentative and light, as if he’s afraid of hurting you. He mainly gives you forehead kisses due to your smaller stature, but he likes picking you up and kissing you properly on the lips. If you want to fluster him, kiss his scar - he blushes and covers his face, but he likes your soft lips on his skin. He likes it most when you kiss his cheek.
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
He’s very good around children, having spent most of his life around civilians and doing meet-and-greets with all ages. If and when he can, he might pull out the muscled form for a young child to dazzle them. Unfortunately, not every child is fond of his skinny appearance.
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
He’s regimented, having had the same kind of schedule for most of his life. He gets up early to jog, and if you’re up he likes it when you join him. Otherwise once he’s done he’ll take a shower and wake you up for breakfast.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
In the evenings, he likes to sit with you and talk about your day. He likes hearing your voice and can get lost in thought around you (luckily you think it’s cute most of the time). After dinner, you both might settle down and watch some TV or read, maybe shower together, and when it’s time for bed he likes holding you close to his chest.
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
Of course, there are some things he just can’t tell you, but as you become friends, he gets more and more open about certain details of his life with you. He has so many stories to tell, especially recently about working with Yuuei. If you already know his identity as All Might, he has hilarious stories about Nighteye and David Shield too. Sometimes when he’s sad, he may get into fond memories of his mentor, Nana.
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
He has patience to spare. He’s literally so patient. It takes a lot to set Toshinori off, but messing with his loved ones is a surefire way to get that smile to drop.
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
He likes to remember all he can learn about you, just to surprise you in little ways here or there. Your favorite breakfast on weekend mornings, maybe your favorite type of flower on a date night, a new blouse he noticed in your favorite color that he figured would look good on you... He doesn’t remember everything you tell him, but he knows a good bit about you.
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
His favorite moment is when he first realized he loved you. He’d gotten horribly sick with a flu passing around the Yuuei dorms, and you were nursing him one night. He recalls rousing from unconsciousness to you humming as you patted his forehead with a cool cloth, and the first thing he thought in his drowsy state was “I love you.”
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
He’s very protective. Not to the extreme, of course; he knows you can moderately handle yourself, but he will step in if he sees you need help. He appreciates it when you show him that you’ve got his back too. More than once someone has cornered him, and he feels relieved when you step in to help.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
He really does put effort into your relationship. He remembers birthdays, dates, anniversaries... he tries to make date night a regular thing, but sometimes shit happens and he can’t make it. He does offer to make it up to you, though. Ever since you insisted he move in with you, he does more than his share of chores whenever he has to miss quality alone time with you.
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
This man is so horribly self-sacrificing of everything. He lives like he has to bear the weight of the world on his shoulders, and if he’s upset, he’s going to keep it inside for as long as he can. He wouldn’t dare hurt you, but he can take that too far and even actively avoid you in the name of keeping you safe.
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
He doesn’t feel too obligated to look dapper every day, but he does try to look presentable. He knows his appearance can be off-putting for the average person, and it does make him a little self-conscious.
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
It would be heart-breakingly hard, but eventually, he could learn to live apart from you. It would be incredibly difficult not to feel that emptiness in his heart without you there, though.
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
Has the habit of calling students ‘my boy’ or ‘young lady’. Some people have teased him that he’s a father now, just to see him blush and try to deny it. (Especially when it comes to Midoriya.)
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
Nothing villainous or mean-spirited. He’s faced far too many villains in his day to tolerate any of that behavior. The minute you give him reason to believe you’re actually more morally-dark than he first thought, he’s confronting you about it.
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
Depending on his schedule, he actually gets some good sleep. Of course, now that he’s not out chasing villains every day of his life he can rest easier.
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newcaptainofsquad9 · 4 years
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Daria & Chill~Jimin x fem! reader
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Pairing: Jimin x reader
Summary: You finally get a weekend off from constant studying, and you plan on spending it alone. Your plans are thwarted by a rather persistent Jimin, your friend and crush who insists that he come over to give you company. Of course you couldn’t resist with his lonely voice and the fact that he promised snacks. During your Hulu viewing however Jimin gets rather close to you, forcing you to confess your feelings, along with other things.
Genre: College AU, Fluff, Romance, Smut
Word Count: 2, 955
 Warnings: Smut, you know the drill, don’t read unless you’re 18. 
Author’s Note: Whoops, more Jimin look at that. Other members stories are coming soon, I promise! Also as you see by the title there are Daria reverences, it’s ok  if you don’t get them but if watch the show too that’s dope. 
It’s almost six. Jimin should be on his way here. 
I can’t help but giggle as my heart flutters at the thought of Park Jimin. My best friend, my main shoulder to lean on for venting, gaming and just plain boredom. University has been up my ass lately with all these quizzes and assignments, I believe midterms snuck on everyone. This weekend was supposed to be chill: just me with ramen, but not just any ramen, I wanted to be experimental by adding cheese, boiled eggs and grilled chicken. After that it was gonna be some hot chocolate, courtesy of my roommates who overstocked prior to them leaving for their boyfriends’ houses( or dorms). 
My plan was thwarted by Mr. Park himself and his infamous, “what are u doing this weekend” text. Of course I could have ignored him, or worst left him on read, yet I didn’t. Those soft brown eyes came to mind, along with how those thick lips got whenever he pouted. Ok, maybe I shouldn't think about his lips or how kissable they are. Fuck, I can still cancel, right?
The abrupt vibration of my phone says otherwise. I pick it up from the couch next to my leg, opening it to see a text from yours truly.
Jimin: Outside your door, can I come in?
Well that defeats any attempts at trying to get out of this one. I rise with Jimin’s soft knocks. One quick look at the living room and I rush to the door, peeping through the peep hole prior to opening it. The moment I open it Jimin smiles, baring his teeth and dimples, the gesture bringing out his pale blonde hair beautifully. His arms are full of the snacks he promised: a plastic bag with what looks to be a box of popcorn, candy and sodas.
“Hi there stranger,” he greets.
“Hi,” I say, trying not to blush at how equal parts handsome,cute and sexy he looks in a black dress shirt, jeans and vans. He can truly pull off anything well.
“Wow Y/N,” Jimin gushes, “take a picture, maybe it’ll last longer.”
“Ah, wow sorry Jimin,” I say, “you just look really nice. Come in.”
I open the door wide enough and Jimin slips in. His eyes move over my own outfit: it’s nothing special, just some sweatpants and a dark hoodie. 
“You look stunning as always,” he says, “I was expecting pjs.” 
“Why did you think that?”
Jimin shrugs as he places the bag on the coffee table in front of the flat screen.
“I don’t know, you said you wanted a chill, laid back weekend,” he notes, “I expected cute pajama bottoms, that Avengers shirt you love so much and no bra.”
My face heats up at the meant of no bra. 
“J-Jimin,” I stammer, “maybe I wanted to look decent for my guest, hmm?”
Jimin giggles, smiling hard as he puts a hand through his blonde locks. 
“All jokes Y/N,” he says, “and I’m glad you consider me a guest, the sweats still look cute either way.”
I mumble a thanks, and throw on my hood to hide the rising blush in my cheeks. 
“S-so, what do you wanna watch first?” I ask while flipping through Hulu. 
Jimin hums. 
“It’s your chill weekend,” he says, “you pick.”
I give me a side longed look, taking in how comfort he got so quickly, leaning into the couch. He’s already nibbling on a strawberry laffy taffy stick, watching my saved shows with interest. I land on Daria, my smiling growing at the fond memories I had watching it.
“Daria sound good?”
Jimin giggles at my enthusiasm. 
“Of course.” 
I press an episode in it’s later season and slump down beside him, giving us enough space so I don’t turn into a blushing mess beside him. The iconic theme cuts on and I’m glued to the screen, singing along. 
“You want anything?”
I jump at how close Jimin got all a sudden. We’re shoulder to shoulder, his breath hits my ear. 
“I-um, yeah, popcorn would be nice, the microwave is to the right,” I say, pointing behind me. 
Jimin pats my knee, rises and pulls a bag of unpopped popcorn from his plastic bag. 
“Do you want me to pause?”
Jimin shakes his head. 
“No, you enjoy it,” he says. 
I do as he says, too engrossed in Daria’s oddly, yet still timing commentary and Quinn’s air headed ways. Jane’s always dope, but the one who always cracks me up is Sandi and her hilarious voice. 
“Why does she sound like that?” Jimin asks, returning with a hefty bag of kettle corn. 
“I don’t know, but it’s still stupid and funny,” I say. 
Jimin chuckles through a mouthful of taffy as he points at Tiffany. 
“Her voice is weird too, of course they’d hang out together,” he says. 
We get halfway through the second episode when Jimin whistles lowly at Daria kissing Tom in his car. 
“Wait, isn’t he with Jane?” he asks.   
I nod as I take a sip of soda. 
“Yep, it’s complicated,” I say, “they dated for a while then he got with Daria later, even though that doesn’t last long either.”
Jimin bites off his final piece of taffy. 
“Damn, that sucks,” he says, “how long have you lasted with someone?”
I nearly choke on my soda. 
“Um, p-pardon me? Last?”
Jimin narrows his eyes and giggles.
“Not like that, well maybe that too, but in this case I meant dating.”
I cannot believe this man is asking this. 
“There was this guy in high school I dated for a moment, before he moved on to another girl,” I explain, “all we did was hold hands, after that I never really lasted with anyone else.”
Jimin nods, eyes never leaving me.
“Are you seeing anyone?” he asks abruptly.
My chest flares at the question. He licks his lips, which should be because of all the taffy he just ate, I hope.
“No, but-”
He slides closer, my knee now touching his jean clad one. 
“But?” he asks. 
“There is this guy, and he drives me crazy.”
Jimin bites down on his lip, eyeing me with those smoldering brown pupils. God, he’s so close. His lips are more plump and pink from the candy, super kissable at the moment. 
“Does he drive you as crazy as I do?” he asks. 
“Jimin-”
His lips crash into mine, tasting of the sweet, yet artificial strawberry flavor. I blink before returning the kiss. His lips curl into a grin as they continue their work, stealing my breath away. Daria’s theme song blasts again, forcing me to jump, and Jimin to chuckle. 
“Maybe we should mute this, yeah?” he asks, biting down on his lip again. 
“You don’t wanna watch anymore?”
Jimin shakes his head. 
“Maybe later, all I want to do is kiss you again.”
His words send my head into a daze. 
“Jimin, wait,” I say. 
Jimin stops at my words, he’s close again, chest almost pressed against my own. He frowns.
“Do you think I’m a bad kisser?” he asks. 
A nervous giggle erupts from my chest.
“N-No, you’re amazing, it’s not that.”
Jimin slides away, eyes down on the carpet below our feet.
“Did I read you wrong?” he asks. 
“Jimin, n-no- wait, what?”
Jimin grins sheepishly. 
“I thought you liked me, I guess I-”
“H-hold on! I do like you!” I exclaim, “y-you just caught me off guard.”
Jimin’s face lights up. 
“R-Really?”
I nod and lean in to kiss him. He replies with a grin as our lips meet again, his lips are feverish this time, pressing harder, forcing me to groan against him. Jimin pulls back with a chuckle, hands moving down to caress my thighs. 
“Can I tell you something? Before we go any further,” he says. 
My face heats up again. Nothing can really top kissing him-wait did he just say further?
“Y/N, relax,” he reassures, “I’m up for doing whatever you want. Or,” he pauses to lick his lips again, “whatever you want to do with me.”
His hands continue to rub at my thighs, making me squeeze them together. 
“Mmh, is this ok?” he asks. 
“Yeah, I-I just,” I pause as Jimin pulls me closer so that I’m flush against his chest. 
“Hmm? Talk to me jagiya,” he says, “let me know what you’d like to do. It is your chill night.”
“Yeah, this is ok,” I say, “just keep kissing and touching me.”
Jimin smiles brightly, eyebrows furrowing up quickly prior to leaning back in. 
“Of course I can.”
Our lips meet again: Jimin’s soft touches correspond as his lips move mine to pant. His hands trace down my sides, forcing me to moan into the kiss he sets me into next. My jaw is his next target as his lips trail down and attached themselves to my neck. 
“J-Jimin, have you done this before?”
Jimin hesitates as he pulls away from my neck to press his forehead against my own. 
“Yes,” he admits, “a few times in the past.”
I nod and play with his hand that rests just above my waist. 
“If you’re wondering if I’m clean, I am,” he says, “but I’ll understand if you don’t want to.”
I place my hand on his cheek, forcing him to look to me. 
“Jimin, I want to, I just.”
Jimin squeezes my hand. 
“What? It’s ok, I’m a big boy,” he teases, “I can handle rejection, I have before.”
“I find that hard to believe,” I  say, “why would someone resist you Jimin.”
Jimin shrugs, a smile playing at his lips. 
“I didn’t know you found me so desirable Y/N, here I thought my crush wouldn’t go anywhere,” he says, “it’s all right if you don’t want to have sex.”
Jimin presses his point with a kiss to my cheek and slides away from me to settle for putting an arm around my shoulders. I can’t help but notice the tent in his jeans and how he shifted his legs. 
“Jimin, you’re hard,” I deadpan. 
Jimin chuckles. 
“Yeah, it goes to show how much I want you,” he says, “but I’m willing to wait, anything for you.” 
I move to palm his hardness, eliciting a sigh from him. 
“Baby, we don’t have to,” he groans. 
“I want to help you Jimin and I-” I pause and blush at the thought. 
Jimin grabs my hand, his eyes dark and shrouded with desire. 
“Tell me jagi, this is your night,” he says, “whatever you want.”
I bite down on my lip as I bring my hand back down on his lap to rub him through his jeans. 
“Can I touch you and maybe you could, “ I flush and pause again.
Jimin pulls me back towards him as his hands travel up and down my thighs at an agonizingly slow pace. 
“So, you want to jerk me off? Deal. Can I guess what else you want?”
I shudder at how low his voice got, completely overtaken in lust that I have to hide my own moan. Jimin tugs me closer so I’m nearly straddling him. He doesn’t give me time to adjust before his lips ghost back down my neck again. His tongue teases at the top of my chest, brown pupils dilated as he looks up at me. 
“Would you like me to touch you, here?”
With his question he goes to cup my breasts, thumb gently swirling around the nipple. I tense up at his action then bounce back down against his bulge. His breath adds to the sensation, fingers tracing down my shirt, stopping at the waistband of my sweats. 
“Want me to touch you here too?” he asks, nodding down to my lower region.
“Yes Jimin.”
A chuckle washes through him as his hand slips down my sweats, fingers moving slow yet with purpose against my warm center. My breath hitches once he slides my panties to the side, the tip of his index finger teasing my entrance once more. He continues to ease it in, hungry eyes never leaving me as I let out a low groan. 
“Mmh, you’re so wet already,” Jimin purrs, “as much as I’d love to finger you more jagi-”
He slips down onto his knees in front of me, yanks my sweats down to my ankles, forcing my heart to quicken its already rapid pace. 
“I’d much rather eat you out right here and now,” he declares, “is that ok?”
 Jimin’s duality never fails: he’s peering up at me with a tiny pout along with the sweet cadence of his voice. Even between my legs he seems as dashing as ever, making me squirm more. 
“Yes, just-we should probably-ah-”
His lips travel up my legs before taking a long kitten lick at my clothed slit. 
“Hm?” he reply's innocently, “talk to me.”
“S-shouldn’t we un mute the TV?” I ask, “w-we wouldn’t want anyone to hear.”
Jimin hums while tugging down my panties in concentration. 
“We wouldn’t would we?” he teases, “so what you’re saying is that you are gonna be loud.”
“I-”
Before I could say a word Jimin’s tongue flicks quick and hard against my folds, mouth smacking as he leans his head down to drag his tongue deeper. My head lulls back as a high pitched moan escapes me as he slows down with a prolonged lick and a groan that forces my legs to tremble. 
“J-Jimin, t-the remote, please, o-oh fuck!” 
His breath hits my center as he chuckles lowly. 
“Anything for you jagiya,” he says, but...”
He trails off prior to diving back in with the slow licks, looking up at me with those innocent eyes. How can he be like this? Is it legal to look so cute while doing something so sinful?
“Jimin!” I yelp, gripping down on his blonde locks, “please, j-just hurry!”
“God, you sound so amazing, mmh. Here.”
Jimin rocks back on his knees to reach for the remote behind him. In one swift motion he brings the sounds to the TV back to life; Daria’s monotone voice and Quinn’s annoying one fills the room. 
That’s the only chance I get to breathe until Jimin’s tongue continues it’s work. My hips roll to meet his tongue, my eyes screw shut as my moans grow and grow to echo through the empty halls of my dorm. Thank God my roommates aren’t home. I wouldn’t be able to explain this anyway. A build up bundle of nerves gather in my stomach as Jimin’s fingers join his expert tongue. 
“Jimin, I’m close, I think.”
“Yeah?” he asks with a doting smile, “let go ok?”
I nod as his fingers bend and bend as I pulse around him. His mouth takes full control again as he licks for dear life. My body responds accordingly as I come with a deep groan, and shudder. Jimin laps up my juices with vigor, I try to steady myself above him with a strong grip on his locks. He moans and pulls back, mouth covered in my mess. 
“You taste as sweet as the taffy,” he notes as he wipes his mouth clean, “mmh, no, even better than the candy.”
Jimin gently pulls my panties up, along with my sweats before rejoining me on the couch as if he wasn’t down on his knees a minute ago. He leans forward to grab a pack of gum from his snack back, eyes never leaving my own. 
“How was it?” he asks with a wink as he pops a square strip into his mouth. 
“Amazing,” I say, “w-what about you?”
Jimin sighs, and shuts his eyes as he chews away. 
“I promised you could, didn’t I?” he says as he moves to unbuckle his jeans and slide down his zipper. 
My hands push his own out of the way as I reach down in his briefs to bring out his length. 
“Ah, slow down,” he groans. 
I giggle at how much of a mess he is already.
“Oh, like you just did?” I counter, “ok.”
I start to pump at a steady pace, bitting my lip as I gauge Jimin’s reaction. His eyes flutter as tiny moans escape his plump lips. He’s already swollen in my hand with a bit of precum trailing from him. 
“Y/N,” he groans, “mmh, please ah!”
I slow my movements and give his length a slow, fluid pump, eliciting a delicious gasp from him. 
“Jagi,” he moans. 
“Talk Jimin,” I tease, “please what?”
His head lulls to my shoulder, mouth agape as he struggles to speak. 
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“Faster!” he yelps, “please, I-I need to come!”
I oblige and jerk him faster and faster with his moans growing higher. His voice goes higher than I’ve ever heard, forcing me to jump and reach over his lap to grab the remote and turn the TV up a few more notches. My hand gets coated in his come, along with the bottom of my shirt and his own. 
“Fuck, Y/N,” he groans, “damn, sorry about your shirt.”
“Don’t be,” I say as I kiss him deeply.
He whimpers into the kiss while I slowly remove my hand from his length. I pull back and trace my fingers along his jawline. 
“Does this mean we’re a couple now?” I ask, “I-I mean I know we didn’t really have sex bu-”
Jimin cuts me off with a chaste kiss. 
“We are Y/N,” he whispers, “I still would have cuddled and watched Daria with you if we didn’t do anything.”
“Really?” 
Jimin chuckles and presses a kiss to my forehead. 
“Yes really, now can we lay back and watch what Daria is going to expertly critic next?”
“Of course,” I say, “right after we change shirts.”                
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Could you do a Raditz sfw alphabet?
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
He's really affectionate once you establish a relationship with him. This might change occasionally if he's having a hissy fit, but usually he loves to kiss and snuggle you all day.
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
He's an okay friend. He'll pick fun at you constantly, even if you do tell him to stop. But he's a protective friend too. He's always there if you really need him.
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
Looooves cuddling, but only with his mate. He might get a bit bitchy if you try to cuddle him in front of others though.
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
Domestic Raditz is best Raditz tbh. But it's hard to get Raditz into a domestic type of lifestyle.
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
Honestly, if he wants to leave you, he'll just disappear. Saiyans don't really 'break up'. They just leave their previous mate and either live alone from then on or go find a new mate.
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
Once he gives you a bond mark, he's staying. It will take him a long time to get to that point though. He doesn't understand the whole 'marriage' thing either, but he'll do the ceremony if it makes you happy.
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
He tries to be gentle with you, but your just so fragile. He's afraid to hurt you in any way, so as long as you don't try to get under his skin, he's a pretty sweet guy.. usually.
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
Yes, please hug this man. But beware, Raditz is one of those people who if you hug them too long, they'll start crying. He has feelings, he just hates showing them and they all come out when he's in your arms.
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
He thinks love is shared through actions, so you might not hear it from him as much as you want.
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
Please let him know you will never leave him before you go to talk to any other male. If you don't he will either recluse back to himself for a while, or nearly foam at the mouth with anger as he tries to fight the competition.
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
He always kisses with tongue at first, he doesn't know that you don't have to do that. After you tell him that that's not always what you do, he commonly gives you little smooches.
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
Depends. We've seen how he was with Gohan. But if it was his own kid, I feel like he would go above and beyond for them.
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
You won't be able to get up until he does. He clings in his sleep, so prepare to be sleeping til noon. Once he wakes up, he might give you a quick kiss before he's making a bee line for the kitchen.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
He usually curls around you protectively, but sometimes he likes to be held as he drifts off. He's pretty active during the day, so once he's laying down, he's usually ready to just sleep.
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
It takes him a hot second to open up. He has to know you won't pick him apart for his weaknesses.
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
He throws hissy fits all the time, but it's hard to really piss him off. Even if you do, unless it was really bad, he's usually better by the next day.
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
He remembers everything, but at the worst times. For example, if it's your birthday, he won't remember until the day is almost over, then panic as he tries to make it up to you.
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
That one time you cradled him into your arms and just let him cry everything out. He couldn't even feel ashamed afterwards because you were telling him how much you loved and accepted him the whole time. It's when he knew you were really there to stay.
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
Hella protective. If he truly loves you, he values your life above all else. If anything were to happen to you, he wouldn't know what to do with himself. If you wanna protect him, just let him cry on you when he needs to. That's honestly all he needs.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
He usually let's you take the lead and just follow along with whatever you want. Also, don't let him know if you want gifts or whatever unless you're ready for gifts of obliterated enemies. He's kinda like a cat bringing you their hunt.
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
He's got a nasty habit of knocking things over by just walking around. It might be him underestimating the size of a walkway or the swish of his tail, but he knocks thing over all the time.
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
He might be insecure about a lot of things, but his looks isn't one of them. He doesn't care what literally anyone else says, he thinks he's the hottest thing on this side of the galaxy.
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
Oh, absolutely. If he got used to you being around and you suddenly dissapeared, he would be a broken shell of who he once was.
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
He will melt where he stands if you pet his hair. He has to trust you enough to let you near his hair, but once he let's you, go ham.
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
There isn't much that really gets him, but if he had to pick anything, it's if someone dosen't know when to leave him alone. He doesn't want to be bothered when he's throwing a temper tantrum and if you do, its only gonna piss him off more.
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
He clings. He wraps his arms, legs, and tail around you when he sleeps. He also snores, so get ready for that.
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