if i tap on the keyboard

Destruction from Habits (2)

Originally posted by chimchams

Jungkook x reader x Jimin
Word count: 5.1K
Angst, romance, smut
For @inktae

Two days and you were lying in Jimin’s queen sized bed as he sat in his computer chair, slouching and held his phone between his hands.
He’s obviously still texting Bora, giggling, and aside from that talking to you about the movie marathon that you both are choosing for the night. However, it seems like Jimin’s procrastinating on the actual idea of picking the series and rather spends time with her.

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Sleep Sound 7

Synopsis: Pharah and Mercy have trouble sleeping. A series of chance encounters prove that the solution might be each other.

Pairing: Rocket Angel (Fareeha “Pharah” Amari/Angela “Mercy” Ziegler)

The harried businessman in the seat next to Angela muttered a gruff apology when his knee knocked against hers as he tried to settle into the cramped seat. Angela offered a thin-lipped smile, returning her attention to the message from Fareeha.

See you in a few hours, Angela. Have a safe flight.

Thank you, Schatz, she responded. Her thumbs paused over the keyboard. She worried at her lip, then typed. I’m excited to see you :)

As am I. And everyone else, as well.

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Author Gothic
  • You wonder if the tapping of your fingers on the keyboard will ever not be soothing to you. As you are overcome and your fingers start to move on their own, quickening in pace, you realize that the answer is yes
  • The words seem to glide onto the page easliy. You discover that you’re not holding a pencil. The words keep appearing
  • Somewhere at the back of your mind, an idea bubbles up. You are struck with inspiration so strong it takes your breath away. All goes black, and when you awake there are thousands of words on Microsoft Word and the cursor blinks menacingly back at you.
  • In the middle of typing, your thoughts stop, the sentences not flowing. You gasp, a sharp, cut off sound. The only word in your head is “Wordblock”. You can’t speak, except to repeat it. All other words are nonexistant. Have they ever existed? There is nothing in your word document
  • You spill your heart onto a piece of paper, late one night. The next morning when you look at it, it’s covered in blood. You rub your chest where you’d had to put your heart back inside.
  • You’ve always thought in words instead of pictures. You look at a chair, you see the word chair. You get out of bed you see the words “Beware. They’re coming.”
  • You’re English teachers always loved you. You wonder if that’s why they’re all standing outside of your house tonight. Not blinking. Not moving.
  • You have a notebook full of poetry. “No! You can’t read that!” You say quickly to someone who has grabbed it. They can’t see that you write in blood. They can’t know whose blood it is. They can’t read the words. They can’t.
YoosungXMCXSeven Headcanon: Living together

(I’m back with part two!!~ If you haven’t read part one, you can read how they all ended up together here!)

-After about a week you all knew you couldn’t live without your two other halves
-Saeyoung had never looked happier then when he had his arms around his two favourite people
-”Now show your loyalty and praise your god with a kiss on either cheek!”
-”We love you god Seven~”
-The house was always filled with tapping of keyboards
-Yoosung playing games when he had time in between work
-and Saeyoung fooling around or hacking for giggles
-Sometimes the two would go up against each other on LOLOL
-Often times Saeyoung won and was met with a grumpy Yoosung who always made a fuss and accused Saeyoung of cheating
-Of course he denied it but he often short you a glance that said, no I definitely did to mess with him
-Saeyoung always smothers Yoosung in kisses afterwords which only makes him blush and bat playfully at Saeyoung to stop
-When you come home from being out!
-Saeyoung will roll his computer chair over to the door to greet you
-”All aboard!” 
-He pulls you into his lap and gives you a huge smooch with your arms around his neck
-He then rolls his chair over to Yoosung’s desk for you to give him a kiss as well
-Of course he can never just be that nice
-He’ll start rolling his chair away before you both are done kissing, laughing loudly and exclaiming
-”The Princess is mine!”
-Yoosung will pout before racing after him in his own chair
-Of course you and Saeyoung are laughing wildly the entire time
-Totally ends with the chairs being pulled over and all three of you on the ground laughing
-Saeyoung nuzzling Yoosung and saying
-”I may have the princess, but I also have the perfect prince!”
-Boy does he know how to make Yoosung go red
-You quickly reply with “Then does that make you king?”
-Of course it goes right to Saeyoung’s head
-Yoosung rolling his eyes before leaning over Saeyoung to finish his hello kiss to you
-Of course you both take turns kissing your “king~” after that
-If anyone is ever sad there is an instant cuddle session
-All of you will share ice cream from the same pot and feed whoever is upset
-Lots of talking, but often the conversation is derailed to some nonsense
-It usually makes everyone forget what the sadness was to begin with 
-You all just get so caught up in how much you love each other
-Saeyoung and you helping Yoosung study!!!
-Late nights snuggled up on the couch surrounded in text books, papers and notes
-Yoosung starts acing all his exams and always gets spoiled when he does good
-Gets to be in the middle of all cuddle sessions and is praised greatly for working so hard
-No effort goes unnoticed in this relationship!!! everyone is 100% supportive!!!
-You and Yoosung often wear Saeyoung’s clothes
-It drives Saeyoung crazy in a good way, he loves it! It makes him so happy!!
-One time Saeyoung found Yoosung’s barrette and wore them in his hair for three days straight
-You all go out for meals together, but you all like having romantic nights in
-You and Saeyoung went out to get groceries once
-And came back to a candle lit dinner all cooked and prepared by Yoosung
-After you all squished into the bath together
-Saeyoung in the back-then Yoosung- then you all leaning against one another
-Saeyoung reached forward to play with your hair as he nuzzles into Yoosung’s hair
-Yoosung’s hands coming up to go through Saeyoung’s hair
-It was so peaceful 
-Too bad Saeyoung and you both schemed and had water guns to ambush Yoosung
-You felt bad after soaking him and you both ravished him in kisses, washed his hair and gave him extra attention after 
-Of course you both told him how amazing the dinner was
-Yoosung gets pulled into the bedroom to be thanked extra
-This boy is so happy he has both of you, even if you both keep teaming up on him
-At least you team up on loving him too!!!!
-Wow it’s been half a year since Saeyoung has been with you guys? What does he do to surprise you?
-He bought all three of you stars
-He wanted to make sure whenever you were apart you could look up and see each other 
-Oh no he started crying whilst explaining the reasoning
-He’s pulled into both your arms and immediately met with “I love you”’s and being told how grateful you are for him
-More tears
-He loves you so much 
-You and Yoosung decide to get all three of you matching rings
-They all say “I love you” in one of each of your hand writings
-Saeyoung is so stunned, he’s never taking it off, it’s instantly the most important thing he owns
-He stares and smiles at the engraved words, brushing a finger over it
-”You both know this is what Shrek engraved on Fiona’s ring, right?”
-You bust out laughing, of course you knew
-The look on Yoosung’s face is proof he had no idea
-”I’m dating meme’s”
-You and Saeyoung dab

Ohmygosh! I haven’t seen any of you in a while! maybe not at all really when you think about it! I mean I’ve mostly just been in flashbacks and stuff up until this point, Teehee~! So tell me how are you? How have you been? How long have I been tapping away at this keyboard? What do you think I’m doing here?

  • Aries: The one person who types quickly and the whole office can hear them violently tapping at the keyboard
  • Taurus: Leaves their copies in the copier and no one can use it until they take their things out
  • Gemini: Gossiping about co-workers, usually the one to greet you in the morning, and make a face at your outfit once you walk past
  • Cancer: Wants to be friends with the office so bad and it begins to annoy everyone because they pop out of no where and try to make small talk about everything
  • Leo: Thinks they're hot shit but they're actually just mediocre shit. Probably having an affair with the boss
  • Virgo: The person who gets irritated when you ask them to repeat instructions. Has been working there for 10 years
  • Libra: No one really knows what their job is but they're always pacing around and saying hello
  • Scorpio: Hates their job and doesn't try to hide it at all. "Accidentally" lit a napkin on fire in the break room twice
  • Sagittarius: Always leaving early and asking you to cover for them
  • Capricorn: Thinks they're the boss and has a superiority complex
  • Aquarius: Usually late, and no one really knows anything about them. They take smoke breaks every hour
  • Pisces: Always coming up with impossible ideas and kissing the supervisors ass
The Way I See You// Michael Clifford Smut Imagine

Warning: smut and insecure Michael
Rating: at least pg13
Word count:1147
So this is like fluff and also smut so just enjoy
Written by: S

Your fingers tapped across your keyboard as you finished up yet another almost perfect essay. This weeks writing assignment for your creative writing class was ‘write about something you appreciate’. Michael, your boyfriend of six years, didn’t know it yet, but you’d chosen to write about him.
“Whatcha writing babe?” he asked from the opposite side of the couch. You’d lived together since you’d started college together two years ago and you couldn’t be happier.
“Just another essay. Wanna read it?” you offered, looking up into his sharp green eyes.
“Of course love, you know I love reading your papers.” Even though Michael wasn’t an English major like you, there was never a time when he didn’t want to read anything and everything you wrote.
As his eyes began to flick across the words, a small smile grew on his face. ‘No one has ever made me felt more loved’ and ‘he is the perfect person…my person’ reflected from the screen and he took them in. When he stopped, though, he looked up with a different reaction than normal. His smile dropped and he stared back at you with almost a look of concern.
“What’s wrong Mikey?” you asked, wondering what could’ve changed so fast.
“You just….you write about me like I’m this….amazing guy all….perfect and I’m….. Y/N I’m not…..” he trailed off, his words breaking your heart a little as you’d heard them before but every time he spoke of himself like this it hurt you to know that he thought like that.
“Michael, Michael look at me,” you said softly, crawling over to sit between his legs, convincing him too stare back into your eyes, his now full of tears. “Baby I write like this because it’s all true. There’s no one on earth more perfect or amazing than you in my eyes. You are what I’m most grateful for in life.”
The two of you stayed for a few moments, eyes locked, your hands holding his face, before he leaned in and pressed your foreheads together and let out a choked sob. You felt the tears trail down his face and into your fingers and began to wipe them away.
“I just don’t see how anyone can see me like that,” he whispered, giving you a few ideas. “Baby look at me,” you said again, causing him to open his eyes. “What do you see when you look at me?” you asked.
“I see the most amazing, beautiful girl in the world. The person who I know will always be mine, be there for me, be the best part of my life,” he said, earning a small smile from you.
“See? That’s exactly what I think when I see you Mikey,” you told him, trying to convince him. “But-” he began.
“No, no buts,” you cut him off. “If you can’t see what I see, then I want to make you feel my love,” you said, your tone dropping slightly but still staying soft. You leaned in to kiss him, a slow, soft kiss but still full of all the passion in the world. Your hands trailed down his chest and tucked underneath his tank, rubbing circles on his chest. You began to trail kisses down his neck and onto his collar bones, sucking and nipping softly at the skin. Tugging at the hem of his shirt, you gently pulled it off and over his head, yours following suit.
“Baby you don’t have to…..” Michael started. “Shh, Mikey, let me take care of you,” you cooed, running your hands along his sides while you pressed more kisses below his ear, causing him to hum softly. Your hands found his hip bones and your fingers began to trail lightly across them, back and forth, soothing the skin.
Eventually, you began to work on his jeans, unbuttoning them and pulling them off of him, along with his boxers, while you kissed his perfect lips, this time more hungrily but still soft and loving.
“Such a pretty cock baby,” you whispered, taking it into your hands and stroking it, earning a groan from the back of his throat. You circled your thumb around the tip and pumped his length. Trailing kisses down his chest, you got to the little trail of hair that started at his navel and began to pet over the soft hair with your thumb, kissing the milky white skin around it until you reached his his hard cock again and placed a kiss on the tip.
“So beautiful,” you hummed, mostly to yourself as you looked up at his face, scrunched up as you continued to stroke him, eliciting sweet moans from him.
You took him in your mouth and began to swirl your tongue around his member, causing him to release the most beautiful sound. As you continued to bob your head, he looked down at you, still letting soft grunts and whines fall from his lips. Pulling his out of your mouth, you crawl back to his body to kiss him, working off your lounge shorts as you do so.
“You ready baby?” you ask him as you line him up with your entrance. He nods in response, not being able to form words.
“I love you so much,” you say, kissing his forehead as you sink down on to him, pulling moans from the both of you. You begin to slowly rock onto him, lifting your hips and settling them back down again. As you do, your hand finds his and you lock them together, staring into his eyes for the millionth time tonight. The room is silent other than the sounds of your skin meeting and the occasional whine or moan from either of you, and nothing could be more perfect. You started down at the man you loved most in the world, and he stared back at you, both of you taking in the beauty of this moment.
“Baby I hate to screw up your vibes here but I, mmhh, I need a little more,” he said, causing you to pick up your pace and bounce a little harder, driving him insane. Both of you no longer caring about the noise and letting out groans and swears and mixed “I love you"s. You felt him twitch inside you, and you were close but you wanted him to get there first. As you picked up your pace, you began to nibble on his sweet spot just below his ear and clenched around him, sending him over the edge and setting off your high.
After you’d both come down, you laid on his chest, still peppering him with kisses.
“Do you see now how perfect you are to me?” I ask softly, peering up at him.
“I don’t know how I ever got so lucky to have a girl like you.” he replied softly.

The Joker x Reader x Harvey Dent - “One Of Us”

It’s common knowledge that Harvey Dent and The Joker don’t get along. After the horrible thing that happened  to you, it really took a lot out of them to join forces and help you. 

“What happened to you while we were in there?”

Your fingers stop on the laptop’s keyboard.

“You don’t get to ask me that, J ” you reply, frowning. He won’t give up:

“What happened to you while we were in there, hmm?”

“I said you don’t get to ask that!!!” you get up from your chair so fast you knock it down.

“Are the rumors true?” He’s so persistent it makes you restless.

“You can’t ask that…”you gulp, taking a step back from the desk.

“ARE.THE.RUMORS.TRUE? “ The Joker snarls, tapping the marble floor with his purple cane after each emphasized word, not breaking eye contact with you. “We would really like to know!”

You feel on the verge of crying, fighting hard to keep the tears back:

“Who’s…we?” you sniffle, trying to pull yourself together.

“Me and Harvey. For once we agree on something.”


You are looking through the restaurant’s menu even if you already know what you want.

“Hi, Princess,” you hear the familiar voice and you lift your eyes up to meet The Joker’s blue gaze.

“Hello,” you smile, surprised to see him. “What are you doing here?”

“I have a business meeting,” he grins. “Why are you here?”

“I’m waiting for Harvey, he wanted to have dinner with me,” you happily answer and it instantly pisses him off. “Here, take a sit by me, he’s not here yet,” you offer, moving over to make space.

That cunning, sneaky bastard, J thinks, already not in a good mood, but accepts your invitation nevertheless.

“I told you to stop working for Dent, just work for me,” he starts his rant and it kind of amuses you to hear him talk like that again. “He’s so annoying, I can’t stand him! Quit working for him, I can pay you double.”

“You already are, Mister J,” you remind him. “I am a freelance hacker, I work for both…and others, you know that.” You involuntarily touch your colorful butterfly necklace tattooed around your neck; you always do that when you’re distracted.

“Stop calling me Mister, it makes me feel old. I don’t want you going on dates with Dent, do you hear me?” he points his finger at you, scooting over even more so that your thighs are touching. “He’s what, 7 years older than you, pushing 42? He’s gonna die first, I’m 3 years younger than you so I will be around for a longer time.”

“W-what?” you ask, already laughing.     The stuff that comes out of his mouth. “You’re so childish sometimes!”

“No, I’m not!” he grunts, “I’m just stating the facts, Doll. Why don’t you ever want to go on a date with me?”

You sigh and completely turn around to face him, tilting your head so you can savor his reaction better:

“Because you never asked,” you bluntly proclaim, fully aware it’s the truth. The best part is that The Joker thinks he did ask you out.  He’s so complex and complicated. He believes you’re wrong and opens his mouth to start talking when:

“Butterfly!” Harvey addresses you and you are fast to get up and meet him.

J will forever be irritated he wasn’t the first to come up with that pretty nickname for you when it’s so damn obvious.

Dent kisses your hand and you giggle, glad to see him:

“Oh, Harvey, always such a gentleman,” you gush and you can’t help but hear a low growl coming from The Joker and since you like to play around, you just reach and kiss Dent on his scarred cheek.

“And now our date is perfect, Butterfly“ he brags, kissing your hand again with that flirtatious smirk J would love to wipe out with some more acid. “Oh, hello Mister Joker,” Harvey finally pretends to notice the third wheel at the table.

“Dent, “ the very short acknowledgment comes.

“What a nice surprise. Are you going to join me and my date for dinner?”

“Boys, be nice please,” you admonish both, feeling sorry you pushed it a bit on purpose.

J cracks his shoulders and gets up.

“I have a meeting to attend. Princess… Harvey,” he barks the latest name instead of goodbye, slowly walking away with murder on his mind.

***You didn’t really have time to enjoy your dinner because the SWAT team raided the place one hour later on a tip from an anonymous source. You, Harvey, the Joker and many others got caught. Such a shame this happened: the restaurant was the underworld’s elite favorite place. ***

They didn’t even bother to send you to Arkham, you all ended up at Belle Reve. They hope you will never get out of there; it will sure be very hard to find you, the place is off the grid. Well, it certainly makes Arkham seem like a walk in the park. So many guards; they kind of have rules and kind of don’t, one never knows what to expect and definitely not boring.

The Joker and Harvey got cells with glass walls across from each other. Of course it was done on purpose to antagonize them since their famous rivalry is now seen as a weakness to be exploited. You are not close to them, about 25 cells up the corridor and only get a glimpse of your two main employers when you pass by on your way to the so called therapy or interrogation.

A couple of months passed by and that night came. The security guards woke you up in the middle of the night and dragged you out of your cell. You had such a bad feeling about it you wouldn’t stop struggling, not even when they kept on hitting you. Two Face was awake when you walked by and after you desperately fought your way out from your captors for a few seconds, you ran to his cell. You placed your palms against the glass and he put his on top of yours on the other side.

“Harvey! Harvey!!!” you screamed before they covered your mouth and yanked you away.

“Hey, what are you doing? Where are you taking her?” he repeatedly punched the glass, waiting for the answer that never came.

You were so feisty they really had to use brute force to calm you down. They slammed you against the Joker’s glass wall so hard you almost passed out. He was dozing off and got startled when he heard the loud bang.

“What the hell?! Can’t even sleep around here,” he muttered rubbing his eyes and lifted his head from the mattress. “Hey, Y/N!” he jumped up when he noticed what the commotion is all about. “What are you guys doing?”

None of the wardens bothered to say anything as they hauled you away and the two of them stayed up for hours waiting to see when they will bring you back. It finally happened but it didn’t make them less worried: one of the guards was carrying you back on his shoulder as you lay there, unconscious, your long hair almost reaching the back of his knees.

After that night, Harvey and the Joker didn’t really see you pass by that often but when it happened, you didn’t look at them anymore. You always stared at the floor with a blank expression on your face.

“Butterfly!” Dent would try to call out to you.

“Princess!” J would hiss with no luck.

You didn’t even hear them nor care at that point.

Two months later you marched by their prison cells again.They were awake and they saw you finally looking at both of them with such sorrow in your eyes they knew something was out of place. It made them feel so helpless knowing they are not in control and for the first time since the incarceration they spoke to each other:

“Dent, I think something is very wrong,” The Joker broke the silence, growling at his adversary.

“I know, Mister J, it sure seems that way,” Harvey huffed, playing with his coin.

“Where the fuck are our men?! We need to get out of this shit hole.”

“I’m sure they are working on finding us, this place is well hidden,” Two Face replied, turning his back to show J that’s all he was willing to say for the moment.
He was right but it took another 3 months for their men to find Belle Reve and bust you out. In the meantime you weren’t seen at all and they didn’t like it. Were you transferred somewhere else? Were you moved to a different wing? Were you taking another route to get to your therapy or interviews? There was no way to find out.

When all the hell broke loose, Harvey wanted to rush and try to find you but The Joker offered to do that instead; they somehow managed to get along for that. Somebody trustworthy needed to go to the control room, open all the cells and let everybody out. Might as well create more chaos in the accursed place.

J ran up the hallway as fast as he could; he had a vague idea where you might be if you were still around that is. The henchmen were shooting left and right, blowing things up; there was smoke all over and the smell of gunpowder made The Joker feel alive for the first time in months.

When he finally found you, you were sitting in the corner of your cell, your eyes almost closed, not hearing the loud noises.

“Come on, Y/N, let’s go!” J signaled, waiting and when you didn’t move he stepped inside to see you better because he couldn’t with all that intoxicating mist around. “Hey, come on let’s move it before things really get out of hand! Jesus, Doll,” he muttered when he realized the state you were in.

You were so heavily sedated and out of it you didn’t recognize him at first:

“…A-are you an angel?…” you stuttered, barely being able to utter the words.

“Yes, I am!” he was fast to answer, reaching his hands for you and lifting you up in his arms. “What did they do to you, Princess?” he whispered in your ear and your blurry mind finally realized who the green haired man was.

“J…J…” that’s all you were able to mumble on and on and wrapped your arms around his neck so tight he had to struggle to breathe. But he didn’t complain and carried you out, squeezing you harder in his arms as he felt you uncontrollably shivering. Harvey caught up with you two and was stunned when he saw how bad you looked. Before exiting the building he rushed into the last cell he saw and grabbed a blanket, tucking you in while J stopped in his tracks so Harvey can do it properly. Then The Joker dashed out of the prison, heading towards the helicopter waiting for you three, firmly holding you while Harvey grabbed your hand and kissed it, walking behind.

“A-always such… a gentleman,” you struggled to say, lifting your head a bit from J’s shoulder so you can watch Dent for a few seconds. He just sadly smiled, feeling his heart sinking even more.

And for the first time ever Mister J didn’t have a fit hearing you mutter such words.


They decided you shouldn’t be alone so they didn’t drop you off at your hideout. Harvey wanted you at his mansion and J at his penthouse. The Joker won the argument because Dent had to go out of town for two weeks with business and that would have defeated the purpose of you not being left alone.

You didn’t really talk much so J talked for the both of you. My God, you had no idea he can’t shut up. He went on and on forever until you gradually started responding more just to make him take a break.

When you felt asleep you had such bad nightmares he had to come in your bedroom and wake you up so you would stop screaming. The only thing that would soothe you was when J would get in bed by you and traced the butterflies in your neck tattoo with his fingers until you went back to sleep.  He wanted to leave but couldn’t because your fists were so tightly clenched to his shirt he wasn’t able to move without waking you up again. And it sure seemed you needed the rest.

He was always catching himself wanting you so badly but didn’t have the heart to force you; you would have probably been such easy prey in the condition you were in. His rotten self never did that to anybody and he wasn’t going to start with you. Probably the only bad thing he never did before.

One day when he came back to the penthouse after a heist he found you on the couch, tattooing yourself again. It always calms you down, at least it gives you the impression that you are in control.

The Joker looked at your new butterfly tattoos going up in a twirl on your left arm and the one you were just finishing on your wrist and was very pleased to see what it was.

“Here, “ you showed him after the last touch: it was the same J you tattooed on his face awhile back, next to a star.

“Ahhhh, I like it, Doll” he grinned, holding your wrist in the palm of his hand. “What’s with the star?”

You blinked faster, suddenly recalling your ordeal.

“When you came for me at Belle Reve and you got me out, I was so high on medications I thought you were an angel. Angels come from above, right? The skies and stars? So that’s why a star…” you whispered, gulping, averting your eyes, a bit embarrassed but you really wanted him to know.

He was really at a loss of words for once; his troubled mind couldn’t process such a disarming answer. The Joker didn’t have a smartass come back and you took it as a bad sign:

“…And…ummmm…I was thinking to tattoo Harvey’s coin with his initials on my right wrist,” you broke the awkward silence, “because you two really saved me.”

“Don’t !” the Joker objected and kissed the raw skin with his initial. “I don’t want to see anything reminding me of him on you, got it?”

His piercing blue eyes were so fierce while saying that you couldn’t do anything else but nod in agreement.

“Good, now I want that star on your wrist tattooed on my face, on the other cheek, right here,” he pointed out the spot and you were thrilled to oblige. “People need to know I’m an angel,” he smirked, taking a sit by you.

You carefully started your work and the only thing he could recon was that someone thought of him that way, even for a moment, and nobody could ever take it away.

One night right after that he was out at one of his clubs and you were in the kitchen grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge when he stormed in, followed by a girl and you froze.

“I’m not here!” you quickly blurred out, walking by the two of them. “You guys have your fun, I’ll go in my room and listen to music, or I can go out for once, it’s been a while,” you kept on nervously yapping, feeling out of place and in the way.

“She’s not here for that,” J rolled his eyes and snapped at the girl:

“Get the hell out! NOW!”

You stopped and watched her stumble to the elevator, trying to get out as soon as possible because she knew better than not to obey.

“She wasn’t here for that,” he repeated, stomping towards you and you instinctively backed out, surprised at his reaction. The Joker furiously lifted you up and pinned you against the wall, aggravated:

“You want me to be your Daddy, hmm?” Out of the blue he kissed you and it was so intense it made you light headed. You found yourself kissing him back, moaning, as he pushed himself into you even more.

“Answer me! You want me to be your Daddy?” he managed to ask in between kisses and that word suddenly hit you and he didn’t realized you started crying until he took the time to look up. “What? What did I say?” You started crying harder and hugged him so tight he almost choked.

“What’s wrong, Doll?” he kept on asking as you sobbed in a frenzy, hiding your face in his neck.

That’s when he decided he will find out what happened to you.
It took all he got to call Harvey:

“Dent, it’s me, I need help with something.”

Harvey sighed, not in the mood.

“It’s not for me, you jerk, it’s for HER,” J continued, noticing Two Face didn’t want to talk to him.

“I’m listening,” Harvey harshly replied, tapping his fingers on his desk.


You open the door and there he is.

“Oh, hi J, Harvey’s not here, I’m house sitting for him,” you smile, moving a bit so he can come in.

“I know he’s not here,” J scoffs, his eyes burning through you when he realizes you are wearing one of Dent’s dress shirts.

“Jeez, you’re so childish sometimes, I told you before,” you snicker. “He was gone before I got here, OK? I just like to wear his shirts when I house sit for him. He told me he likes it,” you tease but you should really shut it down.

“How come you never wear mine?” The Joker huffs, annoyed again.

“You never offered,” your reply is fast to come as you lift your shoulders up.

That smooth bastard, J thinks, taking a deep breath, trying to calm down. He’s not here to argue.

He follows you in the living room and you take a sit at the desk, continuing your work on the laptop.

“I’m hacking into Gotham’s police files; Harvey wants to know what Gordon is up to these days,” you brief him, typing faster and faster when he questions you:

“What happened to you while we were in there?”

***Which brings you to your current situation***

“Please stop asking,” you keep on taking steps back and your eyes get watery.

“You have to tell me, NOW!!!! I need the confirmation!!!” he raises his voice and you jump, startled, feeling you are going to break down soon:

“So if you need the confirmation it means that you already found out?”

He shakes his head, grinding his silver grill:

“We want to hear it from you.”

You start yelling:

“Why? What do you want to know, hmmm? Do you want to hear how they took me and raped me? How they got me pregnant and performed an abortion and how…” your voice cracks, “I didn’t have a say in any of it?… Is this what you want to hear?” You cover your face and you start bawling, heartbroken at the memories you were trying so hard to suppress.

J doesn’t say anything to you; he dials on his cellphone and just tells Harvey:

“Shit, it’s true… she confirmed. I’m bringing her over,” and he hangs up.


The Joker made you change your clothes and dragged you out to his car, driving you to the warehouse he owns outside Gotham. You finally stopped crying when he pushed you inside the huge chamber, noticing the 6 men in chains, tight up to the wall with Harvey standing by them. It seems they took quite a beating: gags in their mouths, bruises and blood all over them.

You open your mouth in awe, unable to utter a single word when you recognize the faces of the guys that raped you and the doctor that aborted your baby.

“What do you want to do with them, Butterfly?” Dent keeps on flipping his coin while J actually goes and stands by him, both watching your reaction.

“Is it them? Do we have the right ones?” The Joker inquires and you whisper a faint yes.

To their surprise, you crack a smile. They have no idea how relieved you are as you walk right in front of the men that did all those horrid things to you.

“You know, I always wondered which one of you was the lucky Daddy,” you smile wider, biting your lip.

What you just said immediately strikes a nerve with J. Dammit, that’s why you were so flustered that night when he asked you the stupid question. He just didn’t know…

“Do you remember what you said to me while you were raping me?”

Some muffled talk, can’t really make up what they try to say but you sure don’t care so you continue:

Try to think at the green haired freak, you’ll enjoy it more. And now try to think of that scared jerk, I know you dig him, whore. Just take turns thinking of them and it will feel like the real thing since you screwed both anyway.”

“Jesus Christ,” Harvey wipes his forehead, disgusted and The Joker scrunches his face in a painful grimace.

“I am not a whore, you assholes,” you continue to forcefully smile, “and I don’t sleep around, not that you fucking need to know since you’ll be dead shortly.”

“Do you want to end them yourself, Princess?” J intervenes because he can’t stand looking at them anymore and hands you over his purple pistol.

“Oh, no, they don’t deserve to be killed by me, I don’t even care how they die anymore.” You take a few deep breaths and start walking away towards the exit.  Dent signals the henchmen to finish off the job and you certainly are delighted when you hear the gun shots.

You get outside and Harvey catches up with you, placing his jacket around your shoulders. The Joker quickens his pace and in a few moments he’s walking besides you also. You keep on taking small steps, feeling so safe in between the two of them and you really need to say it:

“Thank you…I mean it,” you whisper, grateful they helped you out. You certainly realize it wasn’t easy since they can’t stand each other.

“Nobody does that to one of us and gets away with it, Doll,” The Joker grabs your hand, squeezing it.

“U-humm,” Dent agrees, starting to play with his coin again. “Now Butterfly, please decide who your favorite is: I’m the head and he’s the tails. Let me know when to flip this.”

“Shut up, Harvey!” you elbow him, actually laughing softly after you were so tense.

“You’re such a dick ,“ The Joker rolls his eyes, pulling you towards him, pleased that little trick made you happy.



Hey guys! I wrote this for @okami-chan227 for our earlier follower fanfic contest and they gave me the okay to post it here as well, so enjoy!

~Admin MP

Seven was having a really rough day, there was no other way to describe it… Sitting in front of his computer for six hours straight without eating or drinking and tapping on a computer keyboard constantly really made him exhausted. Not to mention that the stress of his deadline was looming over him and he wasn’t exactly certain that he was going to get everything done. But, as he’d learned in the past, it wasn’t good to work too long and get sloppy or else his work suffered. He never thought he’d end up working as a computer security programmer for the government, but stranger things had happened.
Just as he pushed away from the desk slightly to take a break, rubbing his eyes, MC came in, closing the door with her hip.
“Hello, Saeyoung~” she called out, short brown hair framing her face perfectly. Just the sight of MC could make him start to feel so much better.
“Hey, babe.” MC came over so he pushed his chair back more, leaving them room to sit on his lap. She did so, looping her arms around his neck and giving him an endearing, yet slightly mischievous, smile.
“Are you done working?”
The question was hard to answer—part of Seven knew that he should stop working for tonight and just relax, but another part of him wanted to just get more work done. With a warm, soft MC on his lap, though, work was looking a lot less tempting…
“Oh, Seven, you have bags under your eyes…that’s it. Executive decision! You are not working anymore tonight.”
With a determined pout on her face, MC scrambled off his lap, taking his hand and dragging him up out of his chair. As soon as he stood up, he could feel the exhaustion nipping at his eyelids, his movements slow and clumsy. Without Seven even realizing it, they had made it to the bedroom and MC was yanking his jacket off him, throwing it to the side.
“C’mon.” She crawled onto the bed, pulling him behind her, fingers firm and beseeching. The feel of the soft bed made him flop down, a contented sigh leaving his lips. A giggle came from the girl next to him and she turned, grabbing the remote to turn the tv on the opposite wall on, turning the volume down so it was a just a murmur in the background.
“You work yourself so hard, Seven,” she whispered, adjusting him so that he was cuddled in her arms. He scooted closer, chasing the warmth of her body. Gentle fingers worked themselves into his hair, running through the red, slightly wavy locks with an occasional scratch to the scalp.
There was a comfortable silence for a few minutes as MC hummed quietly, her fingers working magic in helping his body become putty.
“I love this hair,” MC said suddenly, her fingers slowing to just rub his scalp. It felt amazing and Seven couldn’t help the tiny noise of pleasure that came to his throat. Even though it wasn’t sexual at all, he felt his cheeks heating and blushed even more when MC leaned forward to press kisses to his face.
“I love these cute little cheeks too, the way they get so red.”
Her other hand trailed down the front of his shirt to pat his belly, going straight for the skin where his shirt had ridden up.
“I love this belly too. So adorable~ You’re such a cutie.” Her hand squished his belly slightly, giggling when he whined, reaching for her hand to push it away, but instead their fingers intertwined. Bringing their joined hands to her mouth, MC kissed every single one of his fingers, making eye contact with him.
“I really love everything about you, Seven…” The cheesy words made his face even hotter, if that was possible, and his eyes drifted away, his teeth worrying his lips. She giggled again, a small smooch to his nose following the musical noise.
“I love you too,” he said back, softly, meaning it with every fiber of his being. After the embarrassing confession, he buried his face in MC’s chest, wrapping his arms around her. She continued her earlier ministrations of playing with his hair with one hand, the other running up and down his back soothingly. Occasionally, her hand would slip all the way down to his ass, brushing it, and he grumbled, “Just grab it if you want to and don’t beat around the bush.”
“Sorry, it’s just… so nice. You so thicc.”
The usage of the meme brought a smile to his face and he leaned back a bit, his eyebrows waggling as he tilted his head to look up at MC.
“Why thank you~” he purred, laughing when MC rolled her eyes and poked his side. When she started adjusting their cuddling position, he went along with it and soon found himself with two MC hands underneath his shirt, papping his belly.
“Why are you so obsessed with my stomach?” he grumbled, huffing.
“I can’t help it! It’s so cute. Just like you.”
Although he pretended to be grumpy about MC poking his tummy, he really did enjoy that MC liked his tummy. Sitting in front of his computer day after day and only eating chips and Dr. Pepper had given him a bit of a chub and it made him a little self-conscious, but MC loved his belly and that was all that mattered.
MC’s hands drifted to his back, fingernails scratching down it in a soothing manner. Soon, they turned into hands just rubbing up and down, and he snuggled his face into her neck, breathing in her familiar scent and almost growing overwhelmed by the warm feeling in his chest.
“I love you…” he whispered before he closed his eyes, getting lost in the sensation of being held and adored by someone who was his whole world.
“I love you too,” MC murmured back, her arms tightening around him. The two of them fell asleep like that, entangled in each other’s arms, content smiles curving their lips.

Lex Luthor x female reader - on the job (Rated M smut)

Thankyou to the Anon who request Dom!Lex smut. I hope it’s okay for you! I may have written this a bit tipsy on wine.

tagging @shallowjaney too ;)

Warning- Super smut, Dom!Lex, Sub!Reader, Blowjob, desk sex, lots of jizm, slight Daddy kink

Originally posted by ericscissorhands

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emily-ily2  asked:

I love your writing! I was wondering if I could request an Ethan x reader where maybe you're Mark's sister or something cute like that?

Hey! Sorry this took so long. I hope it turned out ok! I based it on a song called Fingertip by GFriend.

“In that short time
You entered my heart
Besides you,
I can’t see anything”


Your fingers tap across the keyboard quickly, filling the once blank word document before you with (somewhat coherent) sentences, narrating the tale of the protagonist in your assigned summer reading. Your teeth tug on your lower lip as you attempt to piece your thoughts together. A sigh escapes you and you slump down in your chair, defeated.

College is hard…like, hard… You knew that it would be, but your mind still hasn’t made the transition to be able to handle the stress of the workload…and it’s still only summer. But you’ll make it through, you have faith in yourself.

You sit back up in your chair and continue typing when someone knocks on your bedroom door, interrupting your train of thought.

“Yeah?” You call out, trying to refocus on your work. The door slowly creaks open behind you, revealing your brother, Mark, standing in the doorway.

“It’s me, I need to talk to you about something.” He says, welcoming himself into your room. You sigh and push back from your desk as he takes a seat on your bed.

“About what? Did something go wrong with the last video?” You ask, referring to his most recent video that you edited. He smiles at you.

“No, the video was great. It’s just that you’re going to start college in a month, so you’ll be really busy and finding time to help me edit will get hard for you.”

“I have Kat to help too.” You remind, concerned as to where this conversation is going.

“I know, but still, you’re going to need to focus on your classes, sis.”

“Mark, it’s fine-”

“Let me finish! I’m bringing in some help. You remember Ethan, right?”

Your freeze, eyes going wide. “Ethan? Like, CrankGameplays Ethan?”

“Yeah, that Ethan. He’s moving to LA, so I asked him to edit for me so that you can focus on your schoolwork.”

You remain silent and simply stare at your brother blankly. You’re pretty confused and a little…offended?

“You think I can’t do it?”

“No! I know you can, I just don’t want you to have to!” He quickly notices your feelings and sighs helplessly. “Look, Ethan’s a cool guy, you’ll get along with him, I know it!”

Mark gives you this famous ‘trust me, it’ll be ok’ smile. You sigh. “Yeah…I hope so.”

“Good! He’ll be moving here next week, and I told him that we would help him move in!”

“What day?”

“Tuesday.” Mark gets up from for bed and heads for the door. “It’ll find out what time and then let you know!” He closes the door behind him and leaves you to your work. You save the part of the essay that you have typed up and close out of it, opting to go to YouTube and watch a few of Ethan’s videos.

As the Ethan on your screen screams his intro you chuckle to yourself.

“Ethan in LA, huh?” You lips curl into a smile as you look over his face. “I guess we’ll just sit back and see how it goes…”

—3 Weeks Later—

It’s been a few weeks since Ethan officially moved in and joined ‘Teamiplier’, and everything is going very well Everyone really likes having him around the office; his playful demeanor keeps the mood in the office upbeat, no matter how busy and stressful things get. On top of that, he’s full of fun and new video ideas that have all worked without a hitch.

But at the same time, you hate having him around…he’s distracting… His bright smile, his bubbly laugh… Hell, you blush nearly every time he says your name. It’s hard to play it off, but thankfully only Amy and Kathryn have picked up on it. (You’ll never forget the look of satisfaction on their faces when you finally admitted to them that they were right…)

The two of them have been pestering you every time they have a free moment to do so, demanding that you flirt more openly or ask him out on a date, but you’re standing strong…for now…

It’s getting really hard to ignore your emotions towards him, and it’s starting to show more and more. In the few moments that you’ve spent together away from the others, you could feel the tension sitting heavy in the air. And the worst part? He’s starting to notice.

He’s been looking at you differently recently, his eyes linger long than they did at the beginning, almost like he’s trying to read you…it’s unnerving. You know you can’t confess to him, there’s no way he’d be interested in you like that; to him you’re just Mark’s little sister. And you and him dating would really make things weird between him and Mark, right?

You shake the thought out of your head as you try to focus on your chemistry assignment. Your toes press deeper into the plush office carpet as you roll your chair closer to the desk. The video that you just finished editing is taking it’s sweet time converting, which is almost annoying as this assignment…maybe you should have had Ethan edit the video instead.

Your eyes instinctively roll at the thought of him. Once again you find your mind to drift back to that blue-haired moron…what’s with you?!

“Hey, ____.” Ethan’s voice comes from behind you, scaring you. You gasp and spin your chair to face him quickly.

“Damnit, Ethan! You scared the shit out of me!” You exclaim, irritated.

“Sorry!” He replies with a weak smile. His response confuses you. He kinda looks…hurt?

“What’s wrong?” You ask, frowning a bit. “You look upset.”

“Uh, yeah. I just wanted to talk to you, privately.” He explains, eyes looking over your face to gauge your reaction. The serious tone in his voice scares you.

“O-of course.” You sputter, watching as he pulls over his rolling chair to sit closer to you. “What’s going on?”

“I want to talk things out. It’s obvious that I make you uncomfortable; everyone has noticed it. I even talked to Mark about it, even he doesn’t know why you don’t like me. I just want to know what I did to make you so uncomfortable. I want to fix things.”

His words leave you speechless. Does he seriously think that you dislike him? Really? You stare at him in disbelief.

“Let me get this straight…you think that I hate you or something?” You ask, baffled.

“Well, hate is kind of a strong word, but I know you don’t like me. Everyone does.”

“That’s not true, not even close, Ethan.” His eyebrow raises at your words.


“Really I’m just…weird with new people.” You lie, trying to resolve the situation without revealing yourself.

“You’re lying. Mark said that you’re usually very outgoing. It’s just me. Literally, you have a problem with me.”

“I do not! I swear!”

“Then why don’t you act like it! Jesus, ____, you barely look me in the eye!” He retorts, raising his voice a bit.

“Because I don’t want to make things weird!” You explain, slowly growing more and more irritated.

“Why would that make things weird?!”

“Because I’m into you?!” Your eyes widen when you realize what you said.

The room falls silent. The two of you sit there staring at each other, waiting for the other to say something. Your teeth tug at your lower lip. Shit.

“Hold on, wait, a thing? You mean like-”

“A thing…like…like a crush or feelings or whatever…” You reply quietly, eyes looking down to your lap, avoiding eye contact. Your fingers curl into fists when the silence returns. It makes you nervous, how quiet he’s being… You really fucked up… “We can pretend I never said that, right?”

“No, no not at all…” He mutters. You look up to him, desperate to explain yourself further but notice a bright smile spread on his lips.


“I like you too. In the not-friendly way.”

A smile creeps across your lips as well.

“This went much better than expected.” He admit, leaning forward a bit in his chair.

“Yeah…” You agree breathlessly. “Yeah it did.” You lean forward a bit too, drawn to Ethan even more now. He reaches out and cups your cheek, gently pulling you close enough to kiss. It’s a sweet, chaste kiss, but it makes your heart flutter with excitement. Your fingers tangle in his blue locks just as the office door swings open.

The two of you jump back away from each other, startled, and your heart nearly stops beating when you realize who’s standing in the doorway.

“Mark, I-” You studder, trying to explain yourself only to be cut off by him.

“Ethan fucking Nestor, I asked you to edit my videos, not make out with my little sister.” Your jaw drops at Mark’s words, unable to react properly to the situation. Ethan, however, laughs.

“I can do both though! Don’t worry about it!” He jokes, playfully rolling his chair next to you and throwing an arm over your shoulder.

Gross.” Mark groans, shaking his head. Ethan’s contagious laugh finally causes you to join in, so you barely hear Mark’s ‘hurt her and I kill you’ remark. You look over to Ethan still laughing a bit.

“We’re gross, Ethan.” You inform jokingly, causing Ethan to laugh harder.

“Yeah, the grossest!”

The two of you spend the rest of the day in the office laughing, joking and getting a little work done too. Your eyes glance back over to Ethan as he half-heartedly focuses on on of your brother’s videos.

This is going to be great.


I love every Sam.
Sam with his head in a book or his fingers tapping against the keyboard trying to figure everything out—trying to give a name and a story and a cure to all the darkness in their life. Sam who drew the line between himself and the monsters that they killed and then crossed it again and again. Sam who was addicted to demon blood with his hands on the ground and his mouth to someone’s throat, feral and chaotic and so fucking lost that he could barely breathe. Broken Sam with tears in his eyes and streaming down his face when he stopped holding back and let the weight of all the loss hit him squarely in the chest. Brave Sam that stood on the edge of Hell and chose death so that others could live. Feeling Sam, Hopeless Sam, Angry, Angsting, Bitchy Sam.
Every single part of him is so terribly, wonderfully, tragically human.
Sam is every horrible mistake we’ve ever made and every soaring triumph that we could ever imagine staring straight back at us. He’s clumsy and messy and awkward but he tries. He wakes up every morning with the entire world weighing down on his bones and a lifetime of memories that threaten to swallow him whole and he tries.
And, for the most part, he succeeds.
He remembers to laugh when he can and to take care of his brother and he’s managed to save a few billion lives in the process.
Sam is the reason that it’s okay to stumble over my words when I get nervous or trip over my own feet. It’s okay to be lost, to be scared.
It’s okay to be different.
He is the pure, unflinching goodness that I want to protect in myself and other people. He is the refusal to give up on life and family and hope and he is the reason to cling to these things in the darkest of times because they are the surest way to make it through.
He reminds me that sometimes it’s the most flawed person who makes a difference.
Sometimes it’s a Sam who saves the world.

things I associate with the signs

aries: march 21 - april 19

fire, hot summer days, control, long walks, veins, dark chocolate, salvation.

taurus: april 20 - may 20

sea shells, loud steps, reading, frost covered grass fields, stubbornness.

gemini: may 21 - june 20

stormy skies, heights, laughter, tapping on the keyboard, inquisitions.

cancer: june 21 - july 22

smiling eyes, falling asleep, handstands, millennia, indecisiveness.

leo: july 23 - august 22

dark eyes, newborns, silver and gold, fast heart beat, obsession.

virgo: august 23 - september 22

vanilla, late night conversations, A+ grade, love stories, self awareness.

libra: september 23 - october 22

gemstones, home baked goods, right and wrong, flowers, beauty.

scorpio: october 23 - november 21

color, starry skies, crashing waves, sparklers, wit, harry potter, affliction.

sagittarius: november 22 - december 21

embers, dressing gowns, artwork, airplanes, keyboard clicks, optimism.

capricorn: december 22 - janurary 19

mucking around, wild horses, arguing, bright lights, shiny metal, impulse. 

aquarius: janruary 20 - february 18

earth, color green, sight, herbal tea, sky diving, large paddocks, carefulness.

pisces: february 19 - march 20

park bench, summer drinks, apologies, glitter, depth of the ocean, mystical.

saccharineomens  asked:

hypothetically, how would a red-tailed hawk be able to type on a computer?

I don’t know, I am not a red-tailed hawk, nor do I know anyone stuck in the body of one.  I guess maybe they can morph to their human form to type, if they got their morphing power back from an Ellimist.  Or, if they’re unwilling to go through that trouble, they may be able to use a stick in their beak to tap on a keyboard…

Heh, “hunt and peck”

Or maybe if they had a friend who was an Andalite, that Andalite could build them some kind of thought-speak-to-text devise.  You know, if they could make one without it CATCHING ON FIRE AND NEARLY ENGULFING THE WOODS IN AN INFERNO.  

I swear, that kid is a waste of Cinnabons sometimes

Nursey wins a poetry contest and brings Dex as his plus-one

Cross posted on ao3 here

“Uh, hey.” Nursey cleared his throat and leaned against the doorjamb that lead into their attic. Dex glanced up from his laptop, raised an eyebrow at him and went back to tapping at his keyboard.

“Hey.” Dex said, his voice crisp in the way that usually meant that he was working on a particularly tough line of code and he didn’t want to be disturbed, Nurse, god, could you fuck off for half a second?

“You got a minute? I want to ask you something.” Nursey crossed the room to sit at his desk chair backwards, legs on either side of the back. He bumped his desk and the coffee can full of pens wobbled, then clattered to the floor. He and Dex both sighed at the sound.

“What do you want, klutz?” Dex asked, lifting his eyes but not his fingers from his laptop. Dex continued to type as he looked Derek in the eye, which was not only, like, totally creepy but also kind of showboating.

“So, I kind of… Won an award? For some poetry. And it’s not really a big deal, but there’s like, a dinner thing in the city for me and some of the other winners.”

Dex finally stopped typing.

“And the invite has a ‘plus one’ spot. So, I mean, I was wondering if…” He trailed off, suddenly certain that this was a stupid idea. He should have asked anyone other than Dex, fuck, what was he thinking?

“If I’d be your plus one?” Dex finished for him, not sounding amused.

“Yeah, pretty much, yeah.”

“When is it?”

“Saturday. This Saturday. I know it’s kind of short notice.”

Dex leaned back in his chair and stretched his arms over his head. When he spoke, it was to the ceiling.

“I’ll go. Do I gotta wear a suit?”

Derek was momentarily stunned into silence, whether at the fact that Dex had actually agreed or the thought of him in a suit, he wasn’t sure.

“Uh, I don’t think it’s that fancy. I mean, probably like, a tie and shit would be fine.”
“Cool. You driving?”

“Yeah,” Nursey said. “And I was thinking we could spend the night at my moms’, if that’s chill. It’ll probably be kind of a late event, and I thought we could drive back Sunday morning.”

Dex shrugged. “Fine by me. Not like I had any plans for this weekend.”

“Great. S’wawesome.”

Dex glanced back at his computer screen, then up at Nursey.

“Yeah. Well, if that’s all…” He said, pointedly resuming his typing. Nursey made a hasty exit, nearly clobbering himself on the low support halfway down the stairs to the second floor. He didn’t know if he was more surprised that Dex had agreed so easily or that he had seemed damn near enthusiastic about it.

“Jesus fuck, Nurse.” Dex hissed, his fingers flexing. “I didn’t know…”
Nursey felt himself frowning and turned to look at his plus one. Even in his head, he didn’t dare use the word ‘date.’ Dex looked uncomfortable, fidgeting with the collar on his shirt and fucking up his tie. Nursey sighed and reached over to straighten it for him, smoothing down the lapels of his jacket that Dex had insisted on bringing, and seemed grateful for now.

Everyone milling about was in formalwear, even the staff sported crisp black waistcoats.

“Didn’t know what?” Nursey frowned.

“I didn’t- You said it was ‘no big deal.’” Dex’s face was flushing steadily dark enough to conceal his freckles, his ears glowing red. Derek had a comical mental image of Dex’s head swelling red then bursting like an irate cartoon.

Nursey looked around, shrugged. “I mean, it’s just a dinner, Dex. There will be some speeches, I’ll read a poem, people will clap politely then we can leave. Okay?”

Without asking him if he wanted any, Nursey snagged two champagne flutes from a passing waitress and handed one to Dex, who held it like he’d never held a piece of stemware in his life before. Which actually, Nursey thought, might be true.

“Dude,” Dex said through his teeth. “This is like, fancy.”

Nursey looked around. It wasn’t the most highbrow event he’d attended, that was sure, but he supposed that maybe this was all a bit much depending on what one was used to.

“Sorry,” he blurted. “I didn’t mean- Like, are you uncomfortable?”

Dex glowered and downed his champagne in one go. Nursey cringed at seeing champagne that probably cost more than a car per case being taken as grimly as a shot of Smirnoff, but he decided not to point it out.

“It’s fine,” Dex said. “It’s just… It’s weird. Not what I was expecting.”

Nursey felt guilty, as if he’d been remiss in warning his friend what the evening might entail. Certainly he’d be doing a lot of networking, hoping to make connections for after graduation, which loomed only months away, but he’d assumed that Dex would just hang out while he did.

“I’m sorry.” He said again, reaching out to squeeze Dex’s forearm. “I didn’t think, that’s my bad.”

Dex shrugged him off, looking around curiously. “It’s fine, dude, don’t apologize. I’m fine.”

Nursey swallowed his concern. Dex was an adult, if he was uncomfortable, he’d say so. He knew that much, at least. With that decided, he put on his sweetest smile and struck up a conversation with the man standing next to them.

The dinner itself was impressive. Trays and platters were brought out, waiters ducked in and out of the tables to refill drinks and trays alike. Nursey kept up animated conversation with the half dozen other people at their table, introducing Dex only briefly as ‘a friend from Samwell.’ The woman to his right was a publishing executive that had given him her card with a wink, telling him to get in contact after graduation.

Dex was quiet, surprisingly so, and sampled everything that came his way with an air of caution, though he appeared to like everything he tried. A literature professor from some prestigious university gave a speech (dry, trying too hard to be funny), a young Chinese woman that had won first place last year gave a speech (witty, actually funny), then several more guests spoke, trying to seem as humble as possible while casually reminding everyone that they were the generous donors that had provided the opulence surrounding them, not to mention the awards for the winners.

Nursey half listened and clapped politely when everyone else did, more focused on watching Dex grapple with stalks of asparagus, or tear his bread into pieces with a ferocity that Dex usually reserved for the ice. Saving that information for later chirping, Derek almost missed when they called his name.

The honorable mention and third place winners had already been recognized, receiving their plaques and shaking hands with several people that Nursey lazily supposed he should give a shit about, seeing as they were the ones that had judged his poetry and found it worthy of second place, but to him, they just looked like a bunch of boring old white people.

Standing too quickly and almost toppling his chair, he made his way through the small round tables until he reached the podium where people had been speaking. The woman in charge gave him a smile that didn’t reach her eyes and stepped aside, gesturing for him to speak into the microphone.

“Uh, good evening, everyone. Thanks so much for coming tonight, we all really appreciate it.” He said, his voice smooth from years of public speaking practice even though his heart was hammering inside his chest. He could feel it when he reached into the pocket of his suit jacket, pulling out a crumpled piece of computer paper.

“It’s my honor to be hear tonight, and a big thanks to the committee for that.” He paused while there was some brief clapping, then ducked his head to smile. “And it’s an honor to have been asked to read a poem of mine here tonight, as well.” He cleared his throat and pushed back his shoulders, looking out into the crowd.

Dex’s eye caught his and he smiled, flushing with pride that Dex was here with him, here to see his accomplishments.

He didn’t need to look at the paper to remember the words, but it helped him feel grounded to hold the age-softened paper in both hands as the words poured out, well rehearsed and melodic.

When he finally fell silent, there was a hush over the crowd before people began to clap. He winced a bit at that- wasn’t that a bit unusual, applauding for poetry? -But when he saw Dex clapping with the rest of them, his face relaxed into a smile and he gave a goofy half-bow. The woman who had been speaking before took back the microphone and announced his prize: a $5,000 check along with his plaque.

Pleased, Nursey took both the plaque and the envelope, shaking hands with and thanking sincerely each of the patrons of the arts that stood off to the side before making his way back to the table, smiling the whole while.

When he got back to the table, Dex’s chair was empty but for Dex’s jacket, which he’d hung up once they sat for dinner. Nursey frowned, setting his awards on the table next to his wine glass and sitting, trying to pay attention as the first place winner was called up, a beautiful girl wearing a hijab that, when she read her poem, the words fell more like music than speech. Nursey was enthralled, almost enthralled enough to forget the empty seat beside him. He clapped as she accepted her awards and posed for pictures, wondering where the hell Dex had gotten off to. Maybe to top up his drink at the bar? Anyway, he ought to have been back by now.

Nursey was craning his neck to look around the dining hall when he felt a tap on his shoulder from the woman on his other side. “I think your friend went to refresh himself in the washroom.” She said in a way that indicated she knew exactly what his poem had been about. He thanked her and stood, as unobtrusively as possible to make his way to the door as the final speech began.

He followed a waitress’s directions to find the absurdly posh bathrooms, pushing his way inside. What sort of bathroom had a set of couches? Honestly.

“Dex,” he said, his voice betraying his belief when he saw the broad expanse of his friend’s back, his arms braced on either side of one sink and his head hanging. His head snapped up and he made eye contact with Nursey in the mirror before turning around.


“Was wondering where you wandered off to. I need to get you one of those bells. Like, for cats.” He chirped weakly, trying not to feel put out that Dex had scampered off to hide in the bathroom during one of the proudest nights of his life.

“Pretty sure those are to scare off birds or some shit.” Dex gestured around with one hand, taking in the cloth towels and antique faucet fixtures. “Whatever. You found me.”

“Right.” Nursey said. “I did. I found you in the bathroom. Why are you in the bathroom?”

Dex looked skittish, then his brows furrowed and his shoulders squared and he didn’t look skittish, no, he looked pissed. Nursey backtracked through the evening, wondering what the hell he had done to incur the wrath of Will Poindexter.

“You- All those people- They think we’re dating!”

Nursey went very quiet. He should have fucking seen this coming.

“They all think that your random ass poem was about me. I even came as your date, hell.” Dex said, spitting the words as if they were bitter on his tongue.

“Oh, because it’s so fucking terrible to-to have people think you’re in love with a guy?” Nursey said, grasping at straws and coming up short. For a reason he didn’t want to examine, what hurt him the most was that Dex seemed so appalled by the idea of being Derek’s date that he’d had to escape to the bathroom to throw a tantrum in peace.

Dex’s eyes narrowed and he threw his arms out wide, as if to take up as much space, make himself look as big as possible. “That’s not the fucking point, Nurse!”

“Then what is?” he asked, his voice calm even though he felt like his entire body was shaking. Dex fixed him with a glare and stormed out of the bathroom without answering.

Nursey took a few moments to splash water on his face and glower at his reflection before following him back to the table, feeling as if his tail was between his legs. When he returned, Dex was firmly in conversation with a woman at their table, all the while dipping his spoon into his chocolate mousse distrustfully.

Derek sulked quietly, accepting handshakes and business cards but unable to
force a smile. Good, he thought. Lardo was always saying he needed to work on his brooding artist face.

After an agonizing half hour, Derek thought he’d done his part and it would be excusable for him to make his escape. He tried for several minutes to catch Dex’s eye, but it became clear that the other was actively avoiding looking at him. He stood with a scowl and placed his hand on Dex’s shoulder, feeling the warmth off his skin bleed through the cotton of his shirt.

“Sorry to steal him away,” Derek said, smiling in apology at the woman Dex had been chatting. “But we’ve got to get back to my moms’.”

She smiled and gave Dex a business card that he slid into the breast pocket of his jacket, pointedly silent as Nursey thanked her for her congratulations on his award again.

“And- Goodness, I just think it’s so brave of you both, coming here with your boyfriend. You could hold hands, you know, you wouldn’t shock anyone. Or, well, anyone you would shock would deserve it.” She stabbed her tart with a fierce look in her eye that was reminiscent of Bitty when someone made fun of Chowder. “I do hope you give me a call, Will.” She added in Dex’s direction, his jaw squared in a way that Derek knew was him biting his tongue so he didn’t say anything that he shouldn’t.

“Yes, thanks, lovely to meet you.” Derek grabbed Dex by the elbow and practically dragged him out of the venue, his plaque under his arm and the envelope containing his check folded up inside of his jacket. Dex jerked his arm away and stepped to the curb, raising an arm in an attempt to hail a cab. Nursey stifled a smile, as Dex was clearly inexperienced, and stepped beside him to hail one properly.

Dex shot him a scathing look when a taxi pulled up to the sidewalk, opening the door and closing it fast so that Nursey had to go around the other side. And still, he didn’t say anything.

Dex had met his moms several times, beginning with family weekend as freshmen. Derek sighed to remember that now, how completely and obviously thrown Dex had been by the sight of two real live lesbians and Shitty’d had to elbow him hard in the ribs to stop him from asking at least two inappropriate questions.

How far he’d come, Nursey thought approvingly as he watched Dex accept a hug from Mom and a cheek kiss from Mama, answering their questions about the dinner politely, accepting Mama’s offer of lemon bars and following her into the kitchen.

Nursey sighed and dropped his bag by the door, listening to the happy chatter from the kitchen and trying not to wish that things could always be this way: three of the people he loved most just a room away. He trailed in after the rest of them, trying to still his heart at the sight of Dex with a dusting of powdered sugar across his upper lip, a lemon bar half eaten in his hand even though he’d been in the kitchen for no more than twenty seconds. Derek smiled, a little helplessly, and his Mom noticed. He noticed her noticing and tried to school the expression off of his face, but it was too late.

“You boys must be tired.” She said.

On the ice, there’s always a split second before impact when you know you’re about to take a nasty check. There’s no time to do anything to stop it, just a moment of panic before being slammed into the boards. Derek’s eyes went wide, knowing what was about to come but unable to do anything to stop it.

“Why don’t you head up to bed? We fixed up Derek’s room for both of you, honey. There’s no need for you to sneak around, not here.”

Dex was still smiling. Her meaning hadn’t sunk in yet. Nursey braced for impact.

“Sneak…?” He began to ask, then his eyes found Nursey’s and his mouth dropped into a scowl. He delicately set down the remainder of the lemon bar and walked out of the room.

Nursey’s moms swiveled to stare at him.

“Oh, no.” Mama said, catching on before he could school his expression into something less wounded. “Oh, Derek, hon.”

“You’re not- Oh. Oh, baby, I’m so sorry, I just- I assumed.” Mom covered her mouth with her hand and looked appropriately horrified. Nursey shoved a hand through his hair and sighed.

“No, no, it’s fine. Don’t be sorry, it’s okay. He’s just… He’s just pissy because everyone at the dinner thought we were, like, a thing too. But, um. We’re not. So.” He became painfully aware of his moms’ gazes on him as he traced his finger through a small puddle near the sink. “I’ll probably take the futon tonight. Don’t worry about setting it up, I know where everything is.”

He pressed a kiss to each of their temples (holy hell, when had he gotten taller than Mom?) and dragged his bag and his sorry ass up the stairs to his old bedroom, the one that Dex had seen when he visited the summer before.

Nursey hesitated outside the door then knocked. He felt ridiculous asking permission into his own bedroom.

“Yeah.” Dex said from behind the door and Nursey cautiously pushed his way inside. Dex was examining the shelf above his bed, the one crammed with knick-knacks that Nursey was too damn sentimental to get rid of. There was a teddy bear his old boyfriend had won him at Coney Island, a baby food jar full of sand from a vacation he’d taken when he was in elementary school, his Samwell acceptance letter, a single orange leaf that he’d held up to Dex’s hair and proclaimed a perfect match their sophomore year.

Dex was quiet, which was unusual of itself.

“Sorry about my moms. They’re just a little nosey. And they assume, like, everyone is queer.” Nursey blurted.

Dex was still quiet.

“And I should have warned you that, you know. People would think you were my… boyfriend.”

Dex laughed, but it was hollow. “Yeah, probably.” He agreed.

Nursey swallowed. “I’m gonna go get set up on the futon.” He said. “Moms want to take us out to breakfast tomorrow, but if you like, want to head right back to school that’s okay too.”

As if he hadn’t heard him, Dex spoke. “I’m so tired of it, Nurse. I’m tired of people thinking we’re together.”
Derek felt a sick swoop of nausea and pressed his lips into a line.

“Okay.” He said dumbly.

“I don’t- It makes me-“ Dex wasn’t looking at him, staring anywhere but where Nursey stood.

“Okay,” he repeated, harsher.

Dex glanced at him.

“I get it. Fine. You don’t want people to think we’re dating. Okay.” He said.


“It’s fine. I get it. I know we’re not dating, you know we’re not dating, I don’t
really see how anyone else’s opinion matters here, but fine! I’ll be sure to walk around holding a sign that says ‘single as fuck and not dating Will Poindexter’!” He realized he was being a drama queen a moment after he flung himself down onto his mattress.

Dex was watching him, looking torn halfway through laughing at him or shouting at him. Nursey groaned into his pillow.

“Just- What the hell, Dex? Why is it such a big goddamn deal?” He asked after several beats of silence. He wanted his voice to be steady, aloof, chill, but instead his question came out soft and uncertain.

He heard rather than saw Dex take a deep breath, then felt the mattress dip as Dex perched on the edge.

“It’s a big deal because we’re not.”

Nursey made an annoyed sound and made to roll over, frustrated with Dex and himself and this whole goddamned conversation.

“I mean,” Dex said, his voice barely audible over the rustle of blankets and creak of bedsprings, “Because I wish we were. And we’re not.”

Nursey froze, his mouth dry and his heart pounding. Slowly, he rolled onto his back to look up at Dex, who was staring very hard at the wall.

There was silence for a bit, as Nursey tried to think of something to say and Dex tried not to bolt.

“I see.” Nursey said finally, then wanted to kick himself. He was a goddamn creative writing major, how the hell had every word in the English language deserted him at this very moment?

Dex let out a slightly manic laugh.

“So. Uh. Okay. Well.” Nursey said.


“Does that mean I get to stay in here tonight?”

Dex’s face flushed and he didn’t look at Nursey, but he ducked his chin in what Nursey assumed was supposed to be a nod.

“Does that… Uh, also mean that you would want to date me?”

Dex looked at him from the corner of his eye.

“Would you want to date me?” Dex asked. Nursey laughed, then realized Dex was being serious. He sat up properly, realizing how difficult it was to have a serious conversation when only one person was laying down.

“Dex- Will.” Nursey said, his eyes bright and earnest. “You can’t be real right now. My moms already thought we were together from how much I talk about you. I brought you a my plus-one.”

Dex scowled, a line appearing between his eyebrows. “Yeah, but the poem-“

“Was one-hundred percent about you. One of my all-time favorite pieces, actually. Wrote the first draft in freshman year, tweaked it a hundred times since.” He tried to sound casual about it.

Dex blinked several times. Nursey held his breath.

“Will you go out with me?” Dex blurted.

“Yeah.” Nursey said, unable to keep from grinning as he reached out to take Dex’s hand. “Yeah, that’d be pretty chill.”

AO3 Request 3

Double request/response: Lewis and Arthur in a playful fight, then Arthur trying to lighten the mood when Lewis is upset about his arm


It was incredible, really, how focused Arthur was on his task. The deep bags under his eyes told an all-too-familiar story about sleepless nights and exhaustion, but even as he continually shook his head to ward off the need, he continued tapping away at the keyboard in his lap. He didn’t even pause for a moment when a thick bony finger prodded his cheek lightly.

“Gooooo to beeeeeeeed.”

“I’ve got the finish this schematic while it’s still fresh in my head, piss off.”

The large ghost nudged into the mechanic with his shoulder, nuzzling his fiery pompadour into Arthur’s chin and ignoring the groans when the flames tinged his vision pink. “It’s laaaaaate and you need sleeeeeeep come to beeeeeeeed.”

Arthur shoved back, and drew his legs up onto the couch, leaning back against the broad shoulder behind him. “It’ll go by faster if you let me get comfortable and fini-!!!”

Lewis suddenly found himself on his back, laptop folding closed on his stomach as he gazed up at the ceiling through a semi-transparent curtain of shiny black and glittery pink. He sighed. “Well damn, Lew, I’d say you have your head up your ass tonight, but NOPE ALL CLEAR DOWN HERE-”

Arthur rolled himself off the couch as his boyfriend returned to a physical state, smirking and reaching for a discarded throw pillow. Never had a sound been more satisfying than Lewis’s hearty cackle being cut off by a muffled down-feather thud.

“Oh, is this how we’re going to play this now?”

“Since your little stunt has me more awake than ever? You bet your bony ass.”

The fight lasted twenty-five minutes, destroyed sixty-three pillows, and spawned a hearty debate over whether or not intangibility was cheating, before Vivi snuck up behind the two and bopped them with couch cushions so hard they could taste music.


One warm, solid finger traced along the line of a particularly nasty scar, the ghost of a victim appreciating and mourning the ghost of a bitter solution. Arthur shivered, but leaned into the touch, sighing deeply as Lewis’s feather-light exploration leapt from the taper edge of one long-healed bite mark to the next, with all the reverence of a worshiper studying a holy artifact.

“I can’t believe I never even noticed…”

Arthur chuckled, toying with the hem of his pajama pants idly. “Well, my shirt isn’t exactly see through. Besides, the connectors tend to cover the more prominent scars-”

“I didn’t even notice the arm…”

Arthur paused, tilting his head back to look up at the ghost holding him in his lap, dismayed to see the despair shining in depths of Lewis’s eyes. The mechanic reached up to take the bony hand in his, lacing their fingers together and smiling. “Well then,” he murmured, rubbing one finger in comforting circles against the thick bones, “I’ll have to make sure it’s more noticeable from now on.”

The ghost cocked a brow in confusion, and Arthur hummed to himself, as if he was thinking intently. “Hmmm…maybe I’ll paint some bright yellow flames on it.”

Lewis paused, and then choked back a barely repressed peal of laughter. “Hey now, flames are my thing.”

“What, is there a problem with matching motifs? I thought romantic types like you loved that crap. We can get Vivi some blue flame stockings-”

On the other side of the bed, Vivi buried her head in a pillow and chortled. Lewis sighed, shaking his head, but his eyes betrayed an unseen smile. “Alright Arthur, I gotta hand it to you, you definitely know how to lighten the mood-”

A cold metal digit brushed the edge of his nasal bone, and he flinched, glancing down at Arthur questioningly. The young man grinned, prodding his detached prosthetic in his boyfriend’s face once more with a mirthful grin. “Hand it to me?”

“…oh my GOD I hate you the most.”

Still, he took a moment to pull Arthur closer into a warm embrace, before an indignant shriek from Vivi announced the catastrophic impact of a pillow flung at high velocity.


Taehyung X Reader


Originally posted by taehyungifs

Raising an eyebrow, you watched as your best friend grabbed your laptop off you. “What are you doing Tae?” You asked him, trying to grab it back, being defeated as he lifted it over his head, out of your reach.

“I want to watch something with you” He said, a smug smirk tugged at his lips as he started to tap the keyboard. You groaned, knowing what he was trying to do. “For the last fucking time, I’m not watching porn with you” You shook your head snatching the laptop of him.

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Old habits

sherlock x reader.

plot: you find out that sherlock’s been using.

word count: 813.

warnings: angst, drugs.

feel free to request stuff through ask! i have a list of prompts up if you’d like to use it btw


You were sitting in the silent household of 221b. The only sound echoing through the living room was you tapping your laptops keyboard. You were writing a report of the last case Scotland yard had while your fiancé was out solving another case, the usual.

You never thought you’d be in a relationship with Sherlock, let alone him proposing. But being honest, youR relationship was never close to perfect, not the slightest. But you put up with him most of the time. At worst, you wouldn’t speak to him for a day, then everything would go back to normal.

You went to your shared bedroom to grab the paper which had the list of evidence supporting the case. You shuffled through several drawers and finally found it. You ran your eyes through it just to make sure you’ve gotten the right paper.

You were about to go out until you smelt something… something unusual, disgusting as well. You followed the Weird scent, which led you to Sherlock’s nightstand.

You first thought it might be some rotten eyeballs or fingers, but he’d always place those in the fridge. You knew it wasn’t right to search through your significant other’s things. But curiosity killed you, you had to.

You slowly open the first drawer to see nothing but scrambled notes and such. You opened the second one and the smell had only gotten worse.

There were a couple of papers which you moved to the side to find something wrapped in an old newspaper.

What is this?

You unraveled it with one hand while pinching your nose with the other to see a clear plastic bag filled with a white powder.

Your face fell.



He wouldn’t.

Your melting face soon molded into an angry frown as you took the bag and went to sit in the living room.


“No, john. It was boring!” Said a familiar voice after you heard the door shut.

Here he is.

The two pairs of footsteps became louder as they climbed up the stairs. You were sat on Sherlock’s chair, facing the door. And you were ready for confrontation.

You and john nodded at each other as Sherlock immediately started taking off his scarf and coat. As soon as he finished, you rose up and almost stomped to him, snatching his collar bringing him to your level, and locking your eyes with his.

“What. Is. This?” You said through gritted teeth as you held up the stinking bag.

You heard john gasp, while you and Sherlock maintained eye contact. Neither of you even glancing to the side.

“Being my fiancé does not give you the right to rummage through my personal items.” He retorted. Sort of as a-matter-of-factly.

“I wasn’t rummaging. It simply reeked out of your nightstand which means it’s been recently used.” You said, frown still on your face.

He proceeded to stay silent, and you couldn’t take it. You took your right hand off his collar and slapped him, causing a red print to stain his cheek.

“Well, I appreciate your use of the none-ringed hand.” He said, as if unaffected.

Not taking your eye off his, you dropped the substance, grabbed one of his hands and removed the ring into it, curling it into a fist.

You simply backed away from him, seeing Watson with his mouth agape. You walked to the bedroom and closed – actually slammed the door shut, leaning against it.

You never were one for acting, and you didn’t know if Sherlock saw right through you, but that was the toughest you ever pretended to be in your life.

Tears slowly ran down you’re cheeks. Were you going to pack and leave to god knows where or are you supposed to simple forgive him?

A soft knock interrupted your thoughts. You already knew who it was.

“No.” you said, trying your best not to let your voice crack.

“I’m… I- I would like to… apologize.” He trailed off. You knew it was physically paining him. It kind of pained you too.

“Save it.” There it went, the voice crack.

You instantly heard metal clicking, of course he’d pick the lock. You got off the door and sat on the bed, knowing that you can’t stop him from getting in.

“Y/N.” he sighed, carefully getting in. “Y/N please-“

“Just, why? Why do you do this?” You sobbed.

“It was for a case.”

“Yeah, right!”

“Y/N, please believe me.”

You shook your head in disbelief, laying yourself on the bed, your back facing him.

He slowly climbed the bed, laying himself beside you and gently wrapping his arms around you, as if you were a fragile piece of glass he doesn’t want to break.

You didn’t stop him.

You loved him.

And he was your weakness.

You just laid there together in silence. Knowing that nothing needs to be spoken.

A Little Less Song, and A Lot More Action 1/?

Felicity tapped away at her keyboard. “I’m scanning everything I’ve got, but I still can’t get a location on Prometheus or Evelyn,” she said. “It’s like they’ve vanished off the face of the Earth. Again.”

“They can’t have just disappeared,” Oliver said. “Adrian needs to be brought in and brought to justice.”

“We’ll find him, man,” Diggle said.

From behind them, they heard clapping. The three jumped at the sound, spinning to face the newcomer. There stood a grinning man with bright eyes and curly black hair. “Bravo. Classic Team Arrow. I’m such a huge fan of your work. The simplicity of brain meets brawn. The beauty of pure, human endeavors. It’s remarkable. And it’s why I can’t stand to see a team of such talented, heroic people just fall apart.”

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Relocated [9/10]

Pairing: Modern!Steve Rogers x Reader AU

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2,622

Author’s Note: Holy hell, I can’t apologize to you guys enough for how long this took. After my vacation, I’ve been in a bit of a writing slump, so I’m sorry. That being said, this series is going to wrap up soon! Probably in the next chapter or so. In the meantime, enjoooooy ;)

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Steve was tapping away on his keyboard when he suddenly felt a presence looming over him, watching his every move. His eyes shifted to glance at the visitor, his fingers continuously typing, and a small smile appeared on his face.

“Hey Buck,” Steve greeted. “Why the frown?”

“Y/N’s downstairs. You goin’ to ditch me to eat lunch with her again? …For the third time this week?” Bucky glared at Steve, his gaze burning a hole through Steve’s head.

Steve stopped typing. “Aww, c’mon Buck. We eat together all the time!” he reasoned.

“Just let me eat with you guys! I don’t want to eat with Sam anymore,” Bucky whined. “He keeps feeding the birds and the flocks of pigeons won’t leave me alone.”

“Fine, but don’t do anything weird,” Steve warned as he tidied up his desk and stood up, pushing his chair in before walking away.

“I never do anything weird,” Bucky grumbled as he lagged behind.

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