So this one is has a few warnings, Sexual harassment and a few swears. Nothing too bad.
Working as Bruce Wayne’s personal assistant had its perks. Working in a great building with a brilliant mind. Getting a handsome paycheck which was paying off your student debts. Having a job that finally got you parents off your backs for ‘throwing your life away.’
Working as Bruce Wayne’s personal assistant also had its downsides. Knowing that Bruce is the Batman, but not being able to tell Bruce you know. You are in a constant need for caffeine the people at the coffee shop across the street know your name, you figured the caped crusader deserved your help after all the help he did for this city. The fact that your parents are now bugging you about getting a nice boyfriend who treats you right.
Climbing the steps to the building with your usual two coffees and a paper bag of pastries for breakfast you glanced down at your watch 7:25. Perfect timing. You were almost at Mr. Wayne’s private elevator which was reserved for just him and close friends and associates, when a voice called out, “Hey Y/N! Couldn’t help but notice that hot ass wrapped up in such a little tight skirt. Why you saving all that for the boss man. I could show you a good time you know.”
It was Corey, he worked on your floor, thankfully far away from where you worked, but he was always shouting this stuff out. His buddies all laughed and sneered at you, but you just used the private elevator and went to work, he wasn’t worth your time.
As soon as you got to your floor you flopped down at your desk and began doing all the work that Mr. Wayne needed to do today. It was the least you could do for the batman. Hopefully he would get some much needed sleep today.
When Bruce rolled into the building at 9:03, on sixty three minutes late today, you simply raised one if your cups of coffee as well as the completed budget report for the week. Bruce gave you his trademark smile and thanked you for the coffee. You just nodded and went back to writing his memos that would be sent out at the end of the day.
Bruce called you into his office at 10:47, he was looking around the entire office in a frenzy. “I have a meeting in 15 minutes and I have no idea what I am briefing the board on!”
You smiled briefly holding up a Manila folder, “Actually the meeting is in thirteen minutes, but luckily for you I figured you would forget, so I typed up all the points you want to cover, as well as the information about our newest product. I also put calming tea in the meeting room to help with” you paused for a moment before gesturing to your boss’s state, “this.”
Bruce took the folder giving you another smile, “What would I do without you?” Shrivel up and die. No hurry you have eight minutes to get to the meeting.“ You joked. Bruce jogged away from his office, and you went back to your desk ordering a burger and fries for when he returned.
Not even twenty minutes later did footsteps approach your desk. You did not look up from the notes you were jotting down for your boss, just motioned for you visitor to wait a moment. After the man on the phone hung up with a huff, you turned to the new comer. Roughly your age he was tall and attractive, with a cute tuft of white hair in the mix of his raven locks. Talk about tall dark and handsome.
“I’m here to see Bruce.” He spoke gruffly.
“Sorry Mr. Wayne is in a meeting right now. Can I leave him a message?” You asked. Your tone was slightly clipped, but the stranger didn’t seem to mind.
“Nah,” the stranger said. Leaning down in the chair next to your desk, “I’ll just wait.”
You looked down at the schedule you kept for Mr. Wayne’s day, the meeting was supposed to go well past 12:30 and it was currently only 11:30. “Are you sure you want to wait sir. It will be about an hour more.” You asked.
“First of all, don’t call me sure, makes me feel like my dad. Second I don’t mind waiting, especially if its with you.” He answered. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at his cheesy comment. Barley.
The two of you sat in silence for twenty minutes, between you rolling calls and writing out the report for the week you didn’t even notice Corey approach you. He stopped at your desk and cleared his throat. You looked up, thoroughly annoyed that you couldn’t seem to get any work done.
“Y/N, I know you’re playing all hard to get, but what time are you free tonight. We could get drinks. I can show you a good time.” Corey asked, his voice not coming off as sleazy as if normally does.
You looked down at your watch, pretending to think about it for a minute, “How about a quarter to I’m not interested?” You answered. A chuckle came form the stranger’s lips, but Corey didn’t seem to notice. He was growing red, from embarrassment or rage you weren’t sure.
“Listen here. We can all tell you’re banging the boss. And if you such a little slut that you will let him take advantage than why not give me a turn. I can rock your world so much more than that Old Man.” Corey shouted, making a scene. You could not have that in Mr. Wayne’s business, what if a perspective client came in and saw this?
You took a deep breath, and Corey was heaving. The entire floor seemed to be staring at the two of you, including the handsome stranger whose fists were curling and unfurling.
You opened your mouth to say something, but the stranger beat you to it, “ You’re fired asshat.”
You and Corey both turned to look at the stranger. You found it sweet that he was trying to defend you. Even with the crude language. Corey found it laughable.
“You can’t do that, you have no authority here.” Corey sneered, you wanted to slap your coworker in the face so badly.
“Well that Old Man you were talking about? Yeah he is dear old dad. So get your stuff and go. Wayne Enterprises has a zero tolerance for sexual harassment.” The man, Bruce Wayne’s son, said his voice tight, almost like he was trying not to fight the man.
Corey gaped like a fish, before turning on his heels, presumably to clear out his desk.
“Thank you…” you trailed off realizing you didn’t know the man’s name.
“Jason. Jason Todd.” He answered, you nodded. You knew conceptually who all Mr. Wayne’s sons were, Jason was the black sheep in the family. You smiled at Jason and gave your hand out.
“Y/N L/N. And thanks for saving me back there.”
Jason grabbed you hand, “Anytime Y/N. I live to save people.”
taehyung, 13.6k, he’s a little bit different to what you are but oh well
warning: uh… idk, there’s a warning but if i say why it gives away the story
“Being different isn’t a problem.”
“Everyone acts like it is…they pull faces when you can’t answer their questions. They talk behind your back because they don’t think what they’re saying will hurt you. You’re the only person who hasn’t questioned my… being of me.”
Author’s Notes: This is loosely based on this request I received (sorry, I don’t know who sent it, I forgot to make a note): a fic where Donna runs into her ex, Doug at another shindig and Dean swoops in and acts like her new husband (I did boyfriend). I do not condone violence between former significant others. If you can’t tell, I’m a Dean and Donna shipper. If you’re interested in reading any of my other Hanchester fics, here’s my master list for Dean and Donna.
Prompt: Reader steals George’s socks before a cuddling session, which Fred rudely interrupts.
Word count: 1,389
It was magnificent what a change in weather did to the world. With the snow pouring down around the atmosphere like a snow globe, the homey landscape outside the Burrow appear as a scenery straight from a Hallmark holiday card.
There were no visible lights, other than the strings placed around the wooden hut. Flashes of red, green, blue, and yellow flickered on a timed schedule. All the world was silent while the snow cascaded down to the ground in a soothing waterfall pattern.
You positioned your weight forward, hands clenching the window sill. The prepossessing sight was more captivating than any show you had witnessed before. Winter was a beautiful season despite the harsh cold brought along with the change of season.
The snow blanketed ground seemed so near though as you pressed your hand against the chilling glass perception struck unmasking the hundreds of feet down to the covered ground.
H and L networking for each other/together in the business like the dream team they are. I mean, I already knew that but wow pick someone supportive.
honestly, like, the phrase work the room was created in advance just so they could come along later and define it.
enter a party; harry’s to your left, charming men with children harry’s age and doing that thing he does where he captivates everyone in a five mile radius. he leaves the group with multiple business cards tucked in his pocket: one from the lead editor of a magazine who desperately wants to do a piece on harry and louis, one from the director of a highly anticipated arthouse film, two from record execs who want the dream team to come write for their artists, one from a modeling headhunter who’s heard that if you want louis tomlinson to give you a moment of his time, you have to impress his boyfriend.
and then look to your right, where louis is the loudest voice in a group of fashionable twenty-somethings, the up-and-comers of the entertainment world. there’s a singer-songwriter who worked with harry in the studio last week and who is slightly dumbstruck when she meets louis, as though she finally understands what harry meant when he was writing about love and forever. there’s an EDM artist steve connected louis with, they’re talking potential mutual promo if louis comes to see his show next month. there’s the guy who designed harry’s suit he’s wearing tonight; they’ll take a picture later to promo the designer’s work, but for now he and louis are discussing the fall line and what harry should try next fashion-wise. they don’t do business cards, but twitter follows, and by the end of the night louis’ fans have added thousands to their following counts too.
and then after the party harry and louis go home and snuggle, as though they didn’t just own the entire room and everyone in it.
There’s something refreshing about going into filming and not brushing your hair, letting your toenails chip, drawing darker circles under your eyes. I find if my character is more glamorous, I become more conscious of what I look like. When I went to the wrap party [dressed up] everyone was, like, “Who are you?!”
He only stopped once in the night, somewhere around 5 AM, to get a cheep motel and a few hours sleep before hitting the road again. As the wind swept back his hair and the road stretched out before him into eternity, Jesse was alone with his thoughts.
He thought about the day they had met, only six years old. He thought about the way she innocently kissed his bruises left by his father, stating that ‘Mommy says kisses have healing powers’. He thought about their years in elementary school, all the fights he had gotten in and how she had always defended him to the teacher. He thought about when he was eight, and had kissed her for the first time. He had seen it in some movie, a man kissing a woman so that another man would leave her alone. He hadn’t known what it meant, just knew that it seemed to work. He thought about all their meetings in the barn, all the times she had bandaged him up after some fight, how he had always made her kiss the bruises, and she did it without question. He thought about all the times she had come to get him as he lay in some corner somewhere, drunk off his rocker.
He gritted his teeth as he remembered one particularly bad bout, after his father had used him as a punching bag and thrown him down the stairs. When she had come to get him, he had lashed out, smacking her clean across the face. She hadn’t said anything, hadn’t even cried, just helped him up and dragged him off to the barn to take care of him, but Jesse, in his drunken state, had spent the whole night crying about it, so afraid he was becoming his old man. He thought about the first time he had gotten his hands on a gun, how worried she had been so worried, desperate to convince him to put it back. But he hadn’t. And despite it all, she would still sneak him bullets from her father, still sit and watch him practice, still clap and cheer whenever he would hit something.
He thought about the look on her face the day he said he was leaving and her soft eyes when she saw him in the barn after his first year in the Deadlock Gang. He thought about the desperation in her eyes as she pleaded with him to take Reyes’s offer, how she had cared more about his future then he had. He thought about the way she had run to the door at his last visit, despite all the years, despite all the neglect, despite her boyfriend, she had come running for him, just like when they were kids. Memory after memory played through his head, each more intimate then the last, and by the time he road into that small town, he had relived their whole lives together three times over.
Mrs. Jodeen’s property was just a ten minute drive from the town hall, easy enough to get to. As he drove down the dirt road, dust kicking up behind him and the air heavy with the smell of livestock, he didn’t stop to think what he would say to her. Play it by ear, that’s how he lived his life.
Slowing down as he pulled up to the front gate, he was surprised by how small the house was compared to memory. Nothing big, nothing fancy, just a regular two bedroom country house. As he dismounted his bike, flipping the kickstand up, a large, fluffy Australian shepherd came bounding for him, its paws smearing dirt on his pants as the dog jumped on him.
“Whoa now, you must be Clint.” the dog barked excitedly, spinning in circles and prancing at his feet as it greeted the new comer. “Your mama home?” Jesse asked playfully, ruffling up the dogs ears.
“You here to shoot my chickens, cowboy?” Looking up at the porch, a grin spread across the man’s face. You lounged in a rocking chair, hidden away in the shadow, blanket draped over your lap as you rocked lazily, watching him with an amused smile.
“Well, darlin,” Jesse started, working that charming smile of him, “they make for great target practice.” You chuckled at his response, putting the book you had been reading off to the side.
“You’re nothing but trouble, Jesse McCree.” Standing up, you folded your blanket over the back of the rocking chair, turning to meet him at the steps as he walked towards you.
“Yeah, but I make it look damn good.” Clint ran excitedly around your feet, letting out the occasional bark as he watched the two of you.
As Jesse stood on the step below you, you reached out, almost knocking his hat off as you wrapped your arms around his neck, his beard tickling your face as you took in his sent, tobacco and gunpowder. The man hesitated for a moment, but soon you felt strong arms enveloping your waist, holding you close as the cowboy curled his body around yours.
“It’s been too long Jesse.” you said softly into his hair.
“Yeah,” he muttered, his thumb rubbing across your back. “I know.”
As you broke the hug, you gave him a warm smile, pushing his hat back into position before looking him up and down.
“You’re looking good Jesse. This life must really suit you.” Giving a shrug, Jesse’s eyes wandered your form,
“It’s fine enough. Keeps me busy.” You chuckled quietly at his response, his disinterest so familiar to you. “How about you though? Looks like you’re doing well for yourself.”
“Yeah, it’s not bad. Lota hard work, but I enjoy it.” Looking out over your land, you smiled contently. It wasn’t the way you pictured your life turning out, but you were happy with it. “So I guess you really showed this town, huh?”
It wasn’t the question you wanted to ask. You wanted to ask how long he’d be staying. When he would come back. If he would stay for a few days. If he ever thought about you outside of these few visits. But you knew better then to ask any of those questions. Jesse wasn’t one for feelings or emotions, those kinds of questions would just drive him away.
“What do you mean?” He asked, eyebrows knitted in confusion.
“You always said you would make a name for yourself and show this town you were bigger then it would ever be. Now that you’re a big shot member of Overwatch, I guess you’ve done that.”
“Yeah,” he chuckled, a bright grin crossing his face, “I guess I have.” You smiled back at him, loving the twinkle in his eyes as he thought back to all the times he had kept himself going by shear hatred of this place.
“I’m proud of you, Jesse.” Your words caught the cowboy off guard, causing him to falter as you reached up to ruffle his hat down on his head teasingly. “You’ve really made something of yourself. Guess I don’t have to worry about you anymore.”
“Hey!” he shouted, knocking your hand away to fix his hat as he glared at you, though there was no malice behind his eyes. You laughed at his expression, causing the man to grin back at you.
“You say that like you doubted I’d make it.” he said playfully, that arrogant grin crossing his face for the first time since he had arrived.
“I don’t know, I recall having to hop a train to convince a certain cowboy not to be so stupid as to get his ass thrown in jail for the rest of his life.” you gave him a cheeky smile as he raised a brow, the coy look in his eyes so much more like the Jesse you knew.
“I recall no such thing.” He said, his playful tone accented by the step he took towards you.
“I think you do.” You replied, poking a finger into his chest as you looked up at him, his eyes, mischievous and lively.
“Nope, it definitely never happened. You must be delirious with the heat.”
“I think it’s you whose delirious. Always have been. In fact, maybe I’ll just have you committed, then I’ll always know where to find you.” Putting your hands on your hip, you sassed him right back, enjoying the banter while you could, though you knew in the back of your mind that at any minute, the urge would hit him, and he’d be gone.
“You can call them, darlin. But they’ll just end up carting you away, and then who will watch Clint?” The dog perked up at hearing his name before returning to rolling around in the dusty earth.
“Well I guess you’d just have to. Seeing as it would be your fault.”
“No can do. Dogs don’t ride bikes. Couldn’t take him with me.”
“Then maybe you would have to stay.”
“Like I’d ever do that.” You didn’t want to falter at his words, didn’t want to let your expression drop as much as it did, but his words were a reminder you didn’t need. Seeing your reaction, the man backtracked. “I didn’t mean it like that. Don’t take it so seriously.”
“Yeah,” You chuckled weakly, trying to save face as your embarrasment grew. You were such a child sometimes, wearing your heart on your sleeves for the world to see, “I know. You never stay in one place for too long. It’s just how you are.”
“No, Jesse. It’s ok, really. I came to terms with who you are a long time ago. You’re a ramblin’ man. You are never going to chang-” His gloved hand took hold of you chin, tilting you up to his lips as he stole his kiss. You were startled, realizing what you had done. As his lips left yours, you desperately tried to fix things.
“Jesse, no. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you mad. Please don’t leave just yet-”
“I’m not leaving, darlin.” Not giving you the chance to respond, his hand slid along your jaw to tangle in your hair, his other arm wrapped around your lower back, pulling you closer as he leaned in again, claiming your lips for a second time, but this was different. He didn’t pull away, didn’t give you an arrogant grin, didn’t walk away. As he held you to him, deepening the kiss, you weren’t sure how to respond.
Was this a joke? Did he think this was funny? Or was this really? Was there a chance, that maybe this time, Jesse meant it? Taking a chance, your arms wrapped around his neck, lips pressing deeper as your heart raced. You hoped this wasn’t just some show of possession, wasn’t just Jesse needing to prove something, you desperately prayed that what you had always been afraid to actually dream of was really happening.
His lips began to eat at yours, nipping your lower lip and slipping his tongue in as you let out a small moan. Your face was flush, your body growing hot as the man explored your warm crevice, tongue entangling with yours in a clumsy dance. His fingers pressed into your back, pulling at your shirt as his hot breath mingled with yours, a small growl building in his throat.
“J-Jesse” You were feeling light headed, but couldn’t bring yourself to pull away for air.
“Darlin.” the cowboy growled, breaking the kiss just long enough to speak and grant you the breath you desperately needed. “Please, let me stay.” Scooping you up in his arms, Jesse didn’t wait for a response, carrying you towards the door as he continued to kissing you hungrily, years of suppressed longing pouring forth. You couldn’t help a giggle as he man grumbled against your lips, fumbling with the handle of the screen door before finally yanking it open. As he carried you over the threshold, you pulled back to give him a loving smile, admiring the longing in those brown orbs as they flickered between your eyes.
We opened up the night of our brand new venue with a smooth performance featuring hip hop up-and-comer, NoName. This girl is about to kill the game as she’s featured on Chance the Rapper’s album, Coloring Book, and touring up a storm. Can’t wait to see everything this talented artist accomplishes this year.
Part 11 Woop Woop, We are slowly drawing to the end of this fic, but don’t panic there is still A LOT to come…and possibly a sequel??????
GIF NOT MINE
“Come on you won’t tell me anything?” you laughed at Wanda’s eagerness to know about your budding relationship.
“Honestly Wanda, I don’t even know what’s happening between us. How the fuck am I suppose to explain it to you” you huffed zipping your jacket up higher. You were both walking home, after Hela left the rest of your shift was uneventful.
“Your worried it will end like it did with Danny?” Wanda asked tentatively, you sighed looking up at your looming apartment building.
“(Y/N) Bucky’s different, apart from Hela he’s been with no one else. To be honest I think she broke his heart more than he let’s on.” You considered Wanda’s words for a moment.
“I broke Danny’s heart Wanda, Hela broke Bucky’s. If that’s not a recipe for disaster I don’t know what is” you pulled open the front door as Wanda started to ascend the stairs, you followed up behind her you boots fell heavy on the concrete steps.
“Do they really have to go?” I actually whine with my hands
latched around Jungkook’s.
“Don’t push our luck Soo-ya,”
Yoongi says sternly before my mates have the chance to, he is also able to pry
my hands away from the younger gently.
Jungkook is pouting but he nods,
“He’s right, we are lucky we even get to see you.”
I’m about to snap back with some
comment about how no one is in charge of me but snap my mouth closed when I
catch the warning look Namjoon is sending me to keep my mouth closed. I nibble
softly on my lip as I tuck my hands behind me and look around with wide
innocent eyes as if I wasn’t about to go alpha on their asses.
“I’ll lead the way out, we will see
you again tomorrow?” Namjoon glances to my mates to make sure it’s still
“Tomorrow,” Kris confirms.
“Goodbye,” I wave to them as they
go and like yesterday I feel strange watching them go out the back door.
Jin stops in the doorway and gives
me a small smirk, “I’ll bring your things tomorrow, you must be missing your
“I guess,” I cock my head in
confusion, I’ve never been a materialistic person so there aren’t many things I
feel attached to. It clicks in my mind a moment after making me grin in return,
“I really am.”
He bows his head before closing the
door behind him and leaving me with my mates. I turn around, giving them an
awkward smile I don’t really know where to go from here. Luckily my stomach decides
for me as it growls loud enough for everyone to hear.
Kris chuckles, “Hungry little
I nod bashfully.
“Did you hear that Kyungsoo? Your
mate is hungry, aren’t you going to cook for her?” Chen wraps his arm around
the round eyed boy. Kyungsoo glares at the other, he gives me a brief glance
before looking away.
“It’s alright,” I answer quickly,
“I can find something myself, no need to bother him.”
Kris chuckles as he comes a puts
his arm around my shoulders and kisses the top of my head, “We are not going to
make you find something, we are going to have a big breakfast to welcome you to
your new home.”
“While they are cooking though,”
Yixing comes to stand on my other side, “I promised you a bath and some fresh
“I thought we got to come too,” The
younger boys whine, earning a glare from their hyung.
I smile, “Of course you can come
along! The more the merrier!” Yixing is pouting but he doesn’t say anything
else as he leads me upstairs with Chanyeol, Baekhyun and Chen trailing behind
us. Like yesterday Yixing turns on the water for me before escorting himself
and the others out of the room so I can climb in and they can transform. This
time though there are lots of bubbles in the tub. I watch completely amazed as
they grow with the water. When the water is high enough I climb in the tub and
giggle as I’m swallowed up by the bubbles. “Hyungs!” I call once I’m situated.
The door opens and six wolves trot in, Sehun and Jongin being the two late
comers. Chanyeol rushes straight up to the tubs edge and licks my cheek making
“Hello to you too,” I greet happily
as I reach out to stroke his head.
Baekhyun runs forward and jumps in
the water with me causing it to spill out on the floor. Yixing is right there
teeth bared, ready to tear the younger boy a part but stops when I start
laughing uncontrollably. I can’t hold it in at the sight of the soaking wet
pink wolf looking at me with big scared eyes.
“This is what I’m talking about!” I
giggle gleefully. “It’s no fun taking a bath by yourself, right Baekhyun
The wolf gives me a grin as he nods
“Now if only the tub was a bit
bigger than everyone could jump in,” I pout.
The size doesn’t stop Chanyeol from
joining us in the water with a massive wolf grin. The other wolves scurry
closer eager to join us making me laugh.
“I’m not going to clean this up.”
“Where are the others?” Kris
questions when Yixing and I step into the delicious smelling kitchen. I try to
hide my smile by looking in any other direction.
“They made a massive mess so they
have to clean it up,” Yixing huffs still furious about the mess of fur and
water in his bathroom.
I chuckle and take the man’s hand
in both of mine, “I’m sorry Hyung, I take responsibility. They got a bit too
excited and jumped in the water with me.”
Yixing shakes his head, “They are
grown wolves and should be able to control themselves.”
“You sometimes slip up on that too,
Minseok answers as he stands up
from one of the stools at the island, “When anyone else comes near our little
wolf you get a bit aggressive which is very out of character for you.” He comes
closer, smirking when the younger visibly tenses, “You can’t keep her to
yourself you know. I would like to get to know our mate as well. I’m sure the younger
boys feel the same, not to mention that the head alpha hasn’t been able to mark
“We aren’t talking about things
like that yet,” Kris suddenly takes over the conversation, authority dripping
in his voice, his eyes fixated on the oldest.
“My bad,” Minseok chuckles as he
continues towards me, not even giving Yixing a glance.
“Any particular reason why?” Luhan
wonders from the island.
Kris sighs, “I would like her to
get used to being around us before we do something like that.”
Minseok hums in understanding
before placing his hands on my shoulders and steering me around the island to
be closer to not just Kris but also Kyungsoo who is focused on the food cooking
in front of him. Kris watches confused, the other four watch with the same
expression; Minseok stops places me only inches away from the other before
commanding, “Be warmer.”
I bite my lip, in my chest heart
wants to stop as embarrassment wraps around me. Am I that awkward? That cold?
“I’m sorry,” I choke out hanging my head low.
“Not you love,” The man quickly
corrects, sliding his arms around my shoulders to pull me into a back hug. “I’m
talking to the head Alpha who seems to have a constant poker face on. You are
doing great love,” He coos the last words before placing a soft kiss on my
“I wouldn’t look so poker faced if
everyone stopped touching her and gave me a chance to get closer with her.” The
head alpha snaps with such poison I find myself stepping back deeper into
Minseok’s embrace. But the older won’t let me get any farther away, instead he
pushes me closer.
“She’s closer, now stop with that
sour look, you are going to scare her,” Minseok reaches his arms out and grabs
Kris’s hands. He brings Kris’s large hands to my hips. Mine were curled up at
my chest, unsure of where to put them. Everyone continues to watch as Minseok
moves to my hands and places my little fists on Kris’s chest. The oldest stays
with his front pressed against my back, chin resting on my shoulder, making
sure I can’t back away. Kris is staring down at me, our height difference very
much apparent in this position. “Is this close enough?”
“Are you okay with this?” Kris’s
gaze softens as he looks at me.
I nod shyly.
“You can move away now Hyung,” Kris
nudges the other’s hips away but he pulls himself right back.
“I think I’m making her more
comfortable,” He chuckles, “Right sweet girl?”
I’m so thankful my blush isn’t
showing right now but embarrassment still coils in my throat leaving nodding as
my only option.
“See! She’s so happy she can’t even
speak!” Minseok pushes me further into Kris’s embrace, tightly sandwiching me
in between their tone chests in a warm hug. I hide my face in Kris’s chest,
knowing my cheeks are red enough to be seen even with my tan skin. Minseok
chuckles before tucking his face in the crook of my neck. “You smell
The three of us are brought out of
our moment by the sound of snapping wood a few feet away. Kyungsoo is watching
us with nothing but rage and jealousy, the broken wooden spoon is now on the
floor, whatever he is cooking is done cooking but he couldn’t care less. There
is thick tension in the air, the three seem to be having a silent battle, but
I’m confused. I thought that Kyungsoo didn’t like me.
Minseok chuckles, “Someone’s
Kyungsoo lets out a growl from deep
in his chest.
The growing intensity of the
situation and, I’m guessing, my reaction of burrowing myself in his chest,
force the head alpha to stop the on coming fight with a snarl of his own. “Kyungsoo.”
The large eyed boy looks to his
head alpha, anger still in his eyes, “What?”
Kris rolls at the younger’s
hostility, “If you are jealous just say so instead of acting like a child.
Would you like to hold her?”
Minseok doesn’t wait for a response
before lifting me out of Kris’s arms by the waist and carrying over to
Kyungsoo. Like before the oldest stops a few inches from the other, his hands
grab Kyungsoo by the arm, dragging him away form the stove and signaling Kris
to take care of the food. I’m staring down at my feet while this whole thing is
going on, horrified of the angry look Kyungsoo will be giving me. But suddenly
Minseok is pushed away from me. Kyungsoo has me tight in his arms, one wraps
securely around my waist, his other hand is tucked in the hair at the base of
my head, forcing my face into the crook of his neck to breath him in. He
doesn’t need to force me at all though to be honest, I’ve wanted to inhale his
chocolate like scent since I first saw him.
My hands wrap around to his back, I
fist the back of his shirt, pulling him even closer. For a minute I forget that
everyone is watching us, it’s just him and I right now. His sweet scent starts
to consume my mind, awakening my omega, making my whole body begin to tingle,
and I find myself wanting more.
“What the hell!” A younger wolf snarls.
I try to jump away from Kyungsoo, my body now burning with humiliation. I just
got too excited from his scent, I need to get away from him right now and hide.
“Sehun, you need to calm down right
now,” Minseok seethes from only a few inches away now, once again sandwiching
me in between him and Kyungsoo. His hands are on my shoulders despite
Kyungsoo’s obvious distaste of the action. “This is nothing to be embarrassed
about love, it’s completely okay.”
“He’s just jealous he wasn’t
involved,” Kris chirps in as he pats my head.
“How about we all stop touching her
for a minute?” Suho suggests, “Give her a minute to breath.”
The three around me sigh but slowly
start to pull away, I let the two closest to me slip away but I capture Kris’s
hand on my head, “This is enough space to breath, I don’t need any more.”
Staring down at my feet I just hear
Kris chuckle and say softly, “Okay little wolf, would you like to sit next to
me at the table?”
“Please?” I peek up at him.
“Of course!” He wraps his arms
around my shoulders and leads me through the rest of the kitchen to the dining
room with a group of wolves shuffling behind us only until Kris yells at them.
“You guys help with the food!”
As head Alpha Kris sits at the head
of the table, he sits me on his left, Minseok comes in a moment later with a
plate of pickled radish in his hands and take the other spot next to me. “I
hope you are hungry.”
I nod eagerly, “I really am, it’s a
lot harder not eating with so much food around.”
“I’ve been wondering about that,” Luhan
appears in the seat across from me, adding another plate to the table, followed
by Suho. “Did you have to live off the land or did you go into town for
“We survive mostly off small
animals during the winter, we eat more fruits and vegetables during the warmer
months when we can find them.”
“Have you ever gone into the city?”
I shake my head, “I’ve only ever
been in a small town in the north that we stopped in a couple times a couple
decades ago. We stayed at a hotel there that a friend of ours owns.”
“What about your education?” Suho
questions, concern obvious on his face, “You seem completely fine when it comes
to speech but how is your reading and writing?”
“I’m probably a little better than
you would expect from someone who has never been in an actual school. Namjoon
is really smart so he taught us a bit after we got out and added Jungkook since
he was so young at the time we wanted him to have a better education than any
of us had.” By now everyone is at the table that is completely filled with
delicious looking food. The smells have my mouth watering, “This looks
amazing!” I say excitedly scanning all the food, a few different kinds of meat,
lots of vegetables, and a bowl of rice for each person. “Did Kyungsoo hyung
make this?” I look to the large eyed man who just nods. “Thank you so much!”
“Show your gratitude by eating a
lot,” He responds with a stern voice, “You are too thin.”
“I will!” I look to Kris for
permission to eat, he nods with a smile, allowing me to be the first to dig in.
As I thought the food is absolutely delicious, it has been far too long since
I’ve had two home cooked meals in a row.
“After she eats a little more,”
Kris says suddenly, glaring daggers down the table. I glance up and down the
table confused with my mouth full of food. Kris chuckles as he brushes a grain
of rice off my chin, “the want to ask you more questions but I said to wait
until you’ve eaten more, you look like you were starving. I’m sorry, I’ve had
you in my care for less than twenty four hours and you’ve already been in a
fight, got hurt, ran outside into the freezing cold multiple times, and let you
starve. You must think we are horrible mates.”
I wave his worry away as I quickly
swallow my food, “You are wonderful mates! I’ve already eaten more in the time
I’ve spent with you than I have this whole week. When it comes to the fighting
that was all me, I got myself into it, that happens. I’m sorry I attacked your
friend, it won’t happen again.”
“Don’t worry about any of that
right now, you have no reason to apologize, Taemin was being an idiot,” Minseok
places his hand on my back.
“What kind of questions do you guys
want to ask me?” I wonder setting my chopsticks and spoon down.
“No,” Kyungsoo glares at me, “Eat
I smile at him, “What questions do
you have for me Hyung?”
“I have a question!” Chanyeol
raises his hand eagerly. “Since you were raised as an alpha surrounded by
strong alphas how did you handle your heat?”
After the tragic injury of his older brother, a great athlete at the top of his game, Wonwoo is forced to go into the ring with a new up and comer, in order to continue the family legacy. A lot is at stake for both of these fighters, and they only have one night to prove themselves.
Outside, rain had started to drizzle down along the street and sidewalks, people hustling by pulling out their umbrellas. You had ordered your coffee already and you were pulling out your lap top, when the bell chimed loudly by the door, signalling that someone entered the coffee shop. You looked up briefly after opening your lap top, your eyes just level enough to see over the screen at the grey hat, shielding the new-comers face.
It was very rare when you saw new people at the café. It was a small café, hidden by the other large industries surrounding it. Making it barely ever noticed. The barista came over to you, placing your black coffee on the table, then walked off. You grabbed hold of the hot mug, enjoying the warmth that radiated off of it. You were wearing your favourite knitted cardigan, it kept you warm on the coldest of days.
The new-comer was looking around for a spot to sit, since the café was on the small side, most the seats were taken by frequent customers. The only spot open was at your small table, since everyone knew that you enjoyed your space when writing. It was always difficult for you to focus when someone was sitting in front of you. So, what did the new-comer do? Walk up to you. You glanced up at him as he cleared his throat.
Inside Llewyn Davis, the Coen Brothers’ drama about the folk music scene of the 1960s, was acclaimed for its eccentric characters, original songs, and the closest we’ll ever get to a Star Wars movie where Kylo Ren and Poe Dameron put aside their differences to jam with Justin Timberlake.:
For the character of Llewyn Davis, the Coens took their inspiration from Dave Van Ronk, a legendary folk musician who, like Davis, played the New York coffee house circuit. They straight up took scenes from Van Ronk’s biography and put them in the movie, such as when he tries to rejoin the merchant marines but realizes he’s missing his seaman’s papers or his painful audition for the ‘60s folk equivalent of Simon Cowell.
The only problem? Despite the fact that the two share so much in common, the Coens made their character a self-centered douchenozzle whose talent for folk music is surpassed by his knack for mooching and womanizing. While the late Van Ronk was a friendly figure who encouraged and influenced young up-and-comers like Bob Dylan and went on to have a long career, his thinly disguised film version is a pathetic sad sack who clearly went nowhere.
This was a problem for at least some of Van Ronk’s friends, who were unhappy to see the iconography of his life’s work attributed to some fictional jackass.