#the dickface himself... the handsome dickface...

[notsodelirious]

Heyyyyyy (leans on fancy car)😎

Can I request stealing Wally West’s clothes with Male Reader?

hi :) (leans on your fancy car) absolutely you can!

synopsis: Wally is very generous with his clothes and sometimes, he doesn’t have a choice

notes: SFW with a couple of comments, also while this is an x male reader, it’s only ever referenced when the reader calls himself ‘masculine’ and ‘gay’, Wally calls him ‘dude’

tags: stealing clothes, pre-relationship, getting together, fluff and bickering abt 1k words, no use of y/n

It was just supposed to be a casual hang out with a friend. Normal, casual, just a way for bros to chat and play video games together, relaxing after a stressful day of classes and labs. You and Wally had met during uni, had cried and lamented over quantum physics and the rest was history.

Which is how you ended up on his couch out 2 AM, yelling at him over his use and abuse of redstone.

“Dude, you just hoard it!”

“I mined it, dickface! Stop stealing from me!”

“I just made a cool secret base!”

“I needed that for redstone lamps.”

“You’re such an ass,” his words were mumbled but you heard him loud and clear and cuffed him on the back of the head.

“You’re a stealer.”

“Stealer?”

“You know exactly what I mean,” you shoved his shoulder but his stupid ass only laughed—you had to glare at the TV in a sorry attempt to not look like a love sick puppy when you saw him smile. He was handsome, objectively, but staring felt a little too gay for a casual hangout. You focused on the game instead, wading through dark caves in search of more ore.

You focused on the task at hand, or tried to at least, because the chill in Wally’s apartment was bad enough to have your hairs standing on end.

“Don’t you ever turn on the heating?”

“Why? Are you cold?”

“Dude, it’s genuinely snowing outside,” you frowned as you pointed to the window, and lo and behold you were correct—the city had gained a thin blanket of snow, temporarily and partially intact as the city slept. Wally lived in a reactively quiet part of the city but come sunrise, the snow would be muddy and trampled.

Wally didn’t say anything as he stood and disappeared into his bedroom. Only to return with a thick jumper in hand.

You weren’t about to argue about why he didn’t just turn on the heating—you accepted the hoodie and slipped it on, almost melting into the fabric. It smelt so distinctly like Wally, an afterimage, delicate and warm, holding the same fruity undertones as his body wash. Oh, this was coming home with you.

Wally hadn’t quite realised that was the catalyst for your theft spree as he resumed the game to continue furnishing his cool secret base.

But you knew.

And it was too late to turn back now.

The next time was arguably very much not planned. The floor of your dorm had flooded and useful as ever, the university helped in absolutely no way shape or form when it came to temporary accommodation. So you were forced to relocate by your own means while they fixed the issue. Thankfully, Wally had agreed to let you crash on his couch while everything got sorted out—the benefits to having a friend live off campus.

You helped out where you could in an attempt to make up for living in his space: cleaning, cooking, laundry. You did it even when he assured you, you didn’t have to, but it was a nice change of pace so you did it anyway.

And maybe you took advantage of that.

But in retrospect, you felt it was inevitable that you’d swipe a pair of his sweats when folding clean laundry.

It took him a full day before he realised that you weren’t wearing your own clothes.

You were messing around in his kitchen when he appeared behind you, set on raiding his fridge when he paused.

“Did you always roll up your waistband?”

“Hmm?” You looked up from the chopping board, pushing the diced bell peppers to the slide. “Why?”

“Those don’t fit you.”

“Sure, they do.”

His eyes narrowed as he looked between you and the sweatpants. You smiled innocently before turning back to your vegetables. Only to yelp—a very dignified and manly sound—when he hooked a finger in the waistband of your bottoms and tugged it.

“Hey!”

“These are mine!”

“Nuh uh! They’re mine now!”

“You can’t just wear my stuff and say it’s yours-“

The bickering went back and forth as you continued to prepare dinner. His finger was still in his your waistband. This was fine. You were fine. At no point did you feel you were about to implode from nerves, embarrassment, or horniness.

It was fine.

You took the sweatpants back to your dorm. Over the week you had stayed, Wally had relinquished control over them and you returned to your newly unflooded dorm giddy and a pair of sweatpants richer.

The third time you stole something of his wasn’t very much theft as it was mild emotional manipulation and looking miserable.

You’d just come back from getting dinner together, some cheap pizza place that could keep up with Wally’s insane appetite—it was pit stop after you had both spent hours at the library, going through entire textbooks worth of material for your upcoming exams.

The streets had warmed as you left winter behind and the snow gave way to sun and kinder breezes. You thought you were fine walking through the streets of Keystone with just a hoodie on—it wasn’t freezing and your skin was thick enough to take it.

You hadn’t accounted for the rain.

It was a couple of droplets at first.

“Do you think it’s going to come down?” Wally asked as he looked up towards the partially cloudy skies.

“Nah, we’ll be fine.”

You were in fact not fine. The downpour was sudden, and even went you dashed for cover under a closed shop’s storefront, you were still left drenched and shivering. You knew you looked like a drowned rat when you looked at him, wet hair stuck to your forehead and arms wrapped around yourself.

“Take that off,” Wally said, gesturing to your hoodie, which you did with stiff limbs. He shucked his jacket off his shoulders before wrapping it around yours, pulling you a little closer to himself as he did so.

The jacket was toasty, infuriating warm and comfortable if you thought about it. All of Wally’s clothes were unfairly warm and comfortable. It made wearing them all the more satisfying.

“You’re gonna catch your death like that,” I mumbled as I shuffled closer, leeching off his warmth like a cat looking for sunlight—he really did run hot all the time, it was insane.

“Nah, I’ll be fine,” he assured you as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. It was too late to not notice how close you were, how you could smell him, the scent you’d internalised weeks ago when you’d borrowed his jumper.

You met his eye again.

You don’t know who moved first—you supposed it didn’t really matter.

His lips were gentle against yours, maybe a little rushed, or eager, as you leaned into it. It felt like a sigh of relief, pent up emotions and frustration finally pouring out of you as you kissed him.

The raining around you lightened.

You finally pulled away from each other.

A hand on the nape of his neck, the other clutching his jacket, you rested your forehead against his, smiling a little stupidly as you stood together under your little alcove, alone and together on a deserted street.

“You taste like pepperoni,” was the first thing his stupid mouth uttered as he pulled you into an embrace.

“Shut the fuck up.”

You rested your head against his shoulder as you let him hold you.

“By the way, I’m keeping this.”

“Absolutely not.”

a/n: tada! I hope I did Wally justice, I’ve read some of his comics and watched the YJ show but I’ve never written for him

more from me here (masterlist + wips list ❀˖°) — for requests please check this post ✧˖° thank you

[blueberryismilk18]

can you please do hcs about Brad? (bistro huddy)

Hi!!! Thanks for being my first ever ask, don’t be afraid to ask for more, I wasn’t sure what kinda you wanted so I kinda assumed! I love this sassy man, tho I’m more of a Joey fan myself sorry it’s not that good again first time, I really hope you enjoy :3

*ੈ✩‧₊˚༺𝓑𝓻𝓪𝓭༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚

Platonic:

Coworker:

🍨 Brad has to get feels someone's vibe before fully introducing himself, to which he thought you were chill and he liked that

🍨 From now on you guys are besties even outside of work you guys hang out

🍨 You guys playfully bicker all the time almost like him and Nichole but you were nicer to him about it (cough cough not changing his name on the system to dickface) 

🍨 please let this man rant about how annoying Terry, Tim, or Nichole is during yalls breaks

🍨 You’re guys friendship is one of the only good things in that horrible place

Customer: 

🍽️ Again like the first thing I said he needs to get to know your vibe, if he likes your energy then he'll tell you his name.

🍽️ In order for you guys to be friends you need to be a regular (Your poor wallet)

🍽️ Amber always makes sure to seat you in his section, one time thought in the very beginning or y'all's friendship Amber had seated you in Nichole’s section, he questions you so much on how you could even be friends with him (in more of teasing and playful way, but still comes off as rude) just to get under his skin

🍽️ Appreciates seeing you, again makes this job a little more bearable

Romantic🌹:

Coworker: 

🍰 Just like the platonic part that could be how you guys first started off. Until he noticed how much happy he felt when you'd be working the same shift and or hours as him.

🍰 Highlight of this sassy man's day

🍰 Nichole of course noticed it first, she would not stop giving him shit for a week. 

🍰 Eventually the kitchen caught wind of this and they would tease both of you when you guys were near each other, confusing you in the process

🍰 Bridgette and Aaron find out from pickles and that's where it all went down hill.. of course Aaron is the one who slips it by accident to you… Infront of Brad

🍰 Brad was pissed but didn't know what to say, he wasn't a baby of course but bro was actually too stunned to speak, Nichole started to laugh ngl

🍰 Let's just say Terry gave you guys a lecture about leaving “personal feelings at home”

🍰 You guys talked about it after work it went great. You guys started dating and you both got shit from Nichole (I love her guys) 

🍰 Now more into the headcanons part, let thisan rant about his day please, he cannot take it anymore he might lose it

🍰 Tim teases the shit out of both of you, while Pam is super sweet and always complementing you guys

🍰 Don't listen to Terry he's just a sad sad hater

🍰 The kitchen guys always tell Brad what a lucky guy he is to be dating someone as beautiful/handsome as you

Customer: 

🍷 Again you gotta be a regular

🍷 Give this man a big tip, your have his heart!/j 

🍷 But fr tho, be nice to the guy he's gotta deal with this red necks and rudeass customers

🍷 Over time he'll just love the company you give him, tells (begs) Amber to seat you always in his section

🍷 He can't help it! He really likes you but doesn't want to admit it first

🍷 You gotta ask that man out, he literally cannot refuse (go somewhere that isn't bistro huddy, he does not want to hear anything from them)

🍷 He's pretty much a very sweet boyfriend

🍷 Tries to spend a lot of time with you and uses some of his sick days to just take you out and stuff

🍷 I hope you enjoy eating most of your meals with stolen Bistro Huddy stuff! What a gentleman! 

🍷 most of his money comes from your tips!/j (just don’t be like Madge and Cybiel, maybe in private…)

[kittypetua]

prompt: copvia/all the papas as brothers in the modern world au co-created with @infernalghouldrop (cannot think of a short way to describe it) as seen here; copvia and secondo comforting terzo after a breakup (set before terzo and secondo get together)

Secondo was doing his best to swallow his rage, since Terzo was upset in front of him and now the twins were in the room, too. He really wanted to find this bastard and kill him.

When Terzo had come home crying, Secondo, at first, went into fix-it mode immediately. He had tugged his younger brother into his arms and had held him, petting his head and rubbing his back until he had calmed enough to tell him what happened.

That bastard, Jake, had apparently broken up with his beautiful sweetheart of a brother and had insulted him in the process. Terzo was usually very confident in himself, especially since they graduated high school, but now he looked as if he believed everything that asshole said.

Secondo held back.

He held back from kissing Terzo's problems better, from kissing him until he forgot about that dickface, because he didn't know if Terzo wanted that.

He also held back from going out and finding that scum and slamming his head into the concrete until he couldn't move.

Now, Terzo had broken free from his hold, making Secondo feel cold, and he was sitting on his stool in his room in front of his vanity, with the twins next to him.

"What happened, Ter?" Copia asks, small voice still high.

Perpetua pats Terzo's hand, which makes Terzo give him a small smile. Even though Secondo is still pissed off, he's glad to see Terzo not sobbing anymore.

"My boyfriend broke up with me," Terzo says, sniffling.

"Are you sad?" Perpetua asks, holding Terzo's larger hand with both of his. Terzo nods.

"He was mean to me," Terzo says, voice wobbly.

"What?!" Copia shouts, tiny voice as enraged as he can be at 9 years old.

"He called me ugly," Terzo whispers.

"You're not ugly, Ter!" Copia yells, bouncing on his feet grabbing at Terzo's arm.

"Yeah!" Perpetua agrees, voice louder than before but not on Copia's level. "You're pretty and handsome!"

"You're the prettiest and handsomest!" Copia continues.

Terzo laughs a little, smile widening, and the pain in Secondo's chest unfurls a little. He still wants to kill that guy, though.

"Hey, boys," Terzo says, voice much louder than before. The twins nod at him. "Wanna go beat him up with me?"

The twins both cheer in the affirmative.

"We gonna go break his face?" Terzo asks, laughing again.

"Yeah!" Copia cheers. "We're gonna beat him up so good!"

Perpetua nods, "We can help you, 'Zo!"

Terzo giggles. "Wanna go MMA on him?"

"Uh-huh," Perpetua says, nodding wildly. "He's gonna regret it."

"We're gonna protect you, Ter!" Copia assures, big smile on his face. "He's gonna regret being mean to our big brother."

"Can you help us, 'Do?" Perpetua asks, running over to Secondo and tugging his hand. "You're big and tough, too!"

Secondo feels himself smile despite his anger. "I can't let my little brothers take all the glory."

Copia and Perptua cheer loudly.

"What's going on in here, mi fratellini?" Primo asks, still in his work uniform. He must have just gotten home, eyes tired and shirt messy.

Secondo reminds himself to go and vent to him later.

"We're gonna go beat up Ter's mean boyfriend!" Copia yells, putting his fists up in the air. "He made him cry!"

Primo just huffs out a laugh as Perpetua and Copia start posing as if they're gonna throw punches. "Well, I hope he's not a boyfriend anymore."

"He isn't," Terzo says, sniffling, but his eyes are much clearer and face brighter. "And he's about to be six feet under with these guys protecting me."

Terzo tugs the twins into his arms and hugs them tight, making them laugh.

[bingz-pancakelord]

You said that many town people aren't fond of Camden, does he have some buddies that he hangs out with or is he more of a loner type

+ can u give some random personality quirks about each twin

i also want to say that i love the design of the demon thingy, it looks cool as hell and the ears give me kitty vibes 10/10

Algea furry confirmed??/j

Not really, he’s kind of a loner, since the town is so small when some people don’t like one person everyone doesn’t like that person. Camden does sometimes go out on “dates” because he’s still considered pretty handsome (they usually only last the night tho if you know what I mean)

Maverick:

-he hums when he’s nervous

-loves sun flower seeds, like when he’s working you can just see a trail of the shells behind him

-when he gets really mad he clicks his tongue to distract himself

-he loves cows endlessly and named each one of the diary cows (his favorite is Betsybee) even when a diary cow gets old he refuses to have them be slaughtered

-even though he doesn’t really show it at all, Maverick is pretty calculated. He can pick up on people’s quirks and emotions weirdly fast

Camden:

-really likes squishy things like pillows and sponges, he carries a chunk of sponge in his pocket to squeeze when he gets bored

-feeds a fat cat (maybe you’ll see in game who knowsssss👀) that he named dickface, who is kinda just a cat that hangs around the town

- he narrows his eyes a lot, not because he’s angry but because he needs glasses and refuses to wear any

-a bit of a flirt, people don’t like him but he’s still good looking. He’s not like Maverick at all when it comes to that stuff lol

-has trouble sleeping, which is why he does most of his work at night. Usually he gets about 2-3 hours of sleep a day

[midnightscxre]

@feral-fuqboi-danny​

It was a secret that was held like breath underwater. It rose up to her throat, which squeezed it , gurgled it back into her chest, where it, like a carbon dioxide, wrestled with her lungs and demanded to get out. But it didn’t. It couldn’t  Not after what she did. What she was doing for a long time.

Clare’s days in solitude were over. The tent she destroyed to make a hammock between the long, tall branches of the two pine trees was cut down, and dragged to the clear sight among the other survivors. It didn’t happened over night, or did, she was not certain. It was like feeding a wounded animal, with patience and dedication, the other survivors were hell bent on luring her back into the in the meager dimensions of security, near to the bon fire. The day that changed what seemed to be an eternity was when the temperamental loner that was mostly despised saved every single survivor just when it was time for them to be consumed by the entity.

She had an exit. And everyone thought she will take it. 

But the redhead did the opposite, humiliating the killer in the process. And no other, than Myers, the one counting sins mercilessly in silence. After all, the man stole the gravestone in pure malice, to continue his wicked path of revenge. However, that night he ended up with a foot in the head, knife hammered to his hand, and to top it off, ruined mask with a fire cracker no less. What she did, took great bravery and even more insanity, but the example she showed, to go after the killers, bloomed fast, and soon enough, she became a leader, everyone spearheaded by the fearless redhead. It gave them hope. It gave their spirit something more than the desire to run, to be more than rabbits running in front of their certain demise. The slight change in the survivor’s behavior didn’t end there. To be frank, there were secrets, hidden affairs, favorites. . . the place was worst than Big brother, just here the lucky ones won their life not ravaged for Entity’s entertainment.  But from all the shenanigans, drama and private affairs, there was something that was almost a taboo subject, something no one dared to do. And that was to openly and loudly, mock the killers. Even around the spitting embers. Mocking the killers meant more suffering, brutal kills, a unholy torture. . . but quickly it became a routine, fun way to spend the night. Again, starting with Clare. 

The woman went after all the killers, maybe the Huntress a bit less due to the history told in whispers, but there was one she had her claws in the most. Shroud always hiding every inch of his body, shadows covering his every move and embracing him as one of their own, silence was his weapon, stealth his death sentence he forced upon everyone. . . with more joy than others, with such enjoyment that he even took photos to admire or mock later, who knows, Clare swore he even jerked on them. Sick fuck. So, she did what no one else has done before. Went to the killer’s realm in order to do mischief. In order mess with them. With him. 

It was not easy, not in the slightest. Risk was higher than with others, this one could be anywhere and no one would hear him coming. But after months of effort, she got a window of ten minutes she needed. It seemed the man was a fan of the Legion, and while he was enjoying himself with his ‘ friends ‘, scarlet haired woman entered his living area. . . and made sure he knew it. Stolen goods, ruined photos with a red marker stating ‘ DICKface ‘, Eat it, Fuck you, You are no ones favorite scary movie, just a comedy’ .. . . the messages were endless, along with the photos of her middle finger on every empty film roll he owned. However. . . there was something she didn’t expect. A photo. Hidden  photo. Clare stared in shock and. . .well, fascination. The only killer hell bent over never to uncover his face, the only one no one has seen. . . had his mask off. Taking a photo with the legion. Pine-green eyes stared at the undeniably handsome face. Two dark pearls of the eyes luring her in with something dangerous, challenging. . . promising. That staring nearly got her caught, hearing the movement in the last second, and fleeing the ‘ crime scene ‘ with the picture by mistake. 

It started. . . strange. Gazing at the photo in private, under the ‘ new ‘ tent the survivors helped her to built. Frowning at the picture, throwing it around, nearly tearing it, since it had some unexplained charm to it, something that pulled her in like a magnet. Something that brought a bunch of realizations she managed to burry until that cursed moment when she saw his face. The way he operated and staled -- flawless, a skill to admire in eve. The way he played with the pray --- fascinating to observe, specially to her and her endless interest in such people. The way he thrived and bathed in every sick kill and slash he made, the way the hoarse voice sounded, the way the deep, smoky laugh echoed through the fog. . . it made a lethal combination in her mind, and before she knew it, the one she wanted ruin the most, became the favorite killer, and she didn’t look forward to his arrival only to ruin his day. . . oh no, it was much, much more.

It began with comments, whistles, waves . . giving away her position for no reason, stalking him, like they were playing a game. Much less pallets on his head, much more small things that don’t hurt as much thrown at him. Much more. . . ‘ playful ‘ winks and jokes. Of course, none of it sounded nice, playful or anything that would be mistaken for something that is ‘ not ‘ . . . but it was. . . very different. So different people started to notice, the survivors, some of them. 

Clare was low on ground, fingers resting on the muddy surface. The hook hovering over her head. She looked around, hearing the busy hands working on a generator. She was supposed to stay and guard the area, to alert. . . but what she wanted, was to distract. Ivory color of the mask flashed quickly behind the thick tree trunk, almost seeming as a literal ghost. . . but she knew it was him. A a secretive and scheming grin on her face. Her heart accelerated with some form of happiness, like the teenager seeing their crush in the hallways. It was so foolish it slipped her mind, and just like that, she got to her feet. “ Photos you take are so. . . boring.  All the same poses, all the same places, same bleeding shit. . and so much potential is wasted. “ Long, elegant  arms reached for the hook, bringing the whole body up with ease. “ Always thought this grim things were much more exciting than a stripper pole. “ Hourglass shaped moved quickly, sensually, as she flipped her head and allowed herself upside down then back, spreading the alluring inked legs before wrapping them around the hook again. “ Was that one of your kinks, hm? Chasing down strippers and prostitutes for an easy kill. It’s a good start. No one looks for them, they don’t scream when you touch them, you can take your time with both pleasures, if you are catching my drift. “ Remaining to swing like she isn’t confronted by a killer that is known to go feral on the sight on her, dedicated to tear her apart, she continued. “ What was your choice? Brunette? Blonde?. . . Redheads? “ Cheeky green on the plump lips, teasing the man. . . or. . . . . fishing for some information about his taste.

[ladytauria]

2 from the hurt/comfort prompts and dickjay pretty please <33

thank you sm <333

picturing this as the sequel to this prompt fill from @this-was-a-terrible-idea (ao3 link if you prefer) but it should stand on its own~

[ the prompt list ]

Jason is not nervous, and screw anyone who suggests otherwise. This is far from his first fancy party and, unfortunately, far from his last, either. It's not even his first fancy party as a Wayne---and before he went and got himself blown up, he'd gotten pretty fucking good at them, at least if you asked him.

Not that he's going to this party as a Wayne. Just... with a Wayne. Even if said Wayne still called himself Grayson.

The point is. Jason knows what he's doing. He knows how to be charming, and just the right amount of roguish to make the high society folks titter instead of clutch their pearls. He knows how to walk, and talk, and eat, and even dance. (Much as he'd wrinkled his nose when Alfred first suggested the lessons.)

It is, he'll admit, a little different going with Dick as like---a date, not because they both just happened to be connected to the same man.

Good different, though.

Means he doesn't have to hide the way he stares, when he gets an eyeful of Dick wrapped in a blue-and-black tux, perfectly tailored to the lines of his body. The display isn't helped, or is helped too much, by the way he's lounging against one of Jason's favorite sportscars. He must've borrowed it (or "borrowed" it) from Bruce.

Dick catches his eye and grins, like the cat who got the canary. Jason whistles obnoxiously, just to pretend he's not half as flustered as he feels.

"Not so bad yourself, handsome," Dick says, dragging his own gaze over Jason's body.

Jason shivers, a blush stinging the back of his neck. "Keep lookin' at me like that, Dickface, an' I don't think we're gonna make it t' the party."

"Well. It'd be a shame to waste all your hard work, little wing," Dick says, and this time, when he looks Jason over, his gaze lingers. He feels warm in the chilly night air, like he's wearing a sweater in summer.

Before he can think of something else to say---or maybe just grab the tie around Dick's neck and haul him up the stairs to Jason's apartment---Dick is opening the door for him, inviting him into the passenger seat of his sports car.

Jason slides in, rather than embarrass himself, or ruin their plans for the evening.

Dick slips gracefully into the driver's seat; reaching out and taking Jason's hand as soon as they're on the road. For once, the drive is absent of 80s power ballads, disco, and musical numbers. Jason is grateful for the peace. It gives him time to compose himself. This is important. He wants to do it right. For Dick.

The drive takes less time than Jason expected, even with Dick---for probably the first time in his fucking life---obeying all traffic laws. Before Jason knows it, Dick's hand is untangling from his as they exit the car. Dick passes the keys along with a smile and an extravagant tip, shoulder brushing Jason's arm when he comes to stand with him.

"You good?" he asks, under his breath.

"Peachy. Just tryin' to remember how I let you convince me to walk into a viper pit."

That gets a laugh from Dick---though he suppresses it quickly. "You can hold my hand, if it makes you feel safer," he offers.

"Baby," Jason says, "I always wanna hold your hand." But this time, he puts his hand on the small of Dick's back, smiling when Dick wraps his arm around Jason's waist in turn.

"Stop, you're going to make me blush," Dick says. Despite the sarcasm, his ears look pinker than usual.

"Well, can't have that," Jason says, and he's grinning now. "I'm the only one who gets to see you blush."

Dick laughs again, and this time, he doesn't bother suppressing it, despite the way it turns a few heads as they walk in the door. Dick ignores them, looking up at Jason instead. "You're a menace," he says, fondly.

"Just don't forget, bringing me here was your idea," Jason reminds.

"Oh, I know," Dick says. He stops them, just before coat check-in, and rises onto his toes. His lips brush the corner of Jason's mouth. "Still think it was one of my best."

There's no stopping the blush that blooms across his cheeks. "Night's still young," he says, proud when it comes out at least mostly even.

Dick looks at him through half-closed eyes, smile still on his face. "I could never regret a night spent with you, Jason."

[cait-with-luv]

J.JK Soul Ink - Chapter 03

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¬ Desperado - Rihanna

"You're unbelievable! What the fuck is wrong with you?! I said I'd pick another fucking tattoo!"

"Rules are rules in here dollface. I had to allow it whether I liked it or not."

"Again with dollface?! Will just quit with it already it's not my fault it was left out there dickface!" You yell. Jungkook smirks loving the reaction he was getting out of you and decides to add more fuel to the fire,

"Is it such a bad thing you belong to me dollface?"

"I'm my own person you little-" You growl, getting closer to him ready to attack him but Taehyung stands in between the both of you with a worried look on his face.

"Let's all calm down yeah? Jungkook you fucking idiot! Why did you do that?!" Taehyung yells staring at Jungkook angrily.

"Let's all calm down. Look who's yelling now." Jimin mumbles slipping out the room to get Namjoon.

Jungkook just smirks, shrugging to Taehyung and it makes your blood boil and you go to storm over but a hand on your shoulder stops you. You turn around and notice a new guy. Broad shoulders, purple hair, a lip ring down the middle of his plump bottom lip, an airplane tattoo also decorating his face. His neck wasn't decorated with tattoos like the others but he did have hand tattoos and a few here and there on his arms. He was handsome, to say the least.

"What's the child done now?" The guy asks frowning looking at your angry state, then at a smug-looking Jungkook.

"Seokjin hyung! Oh my god thank god you're here. Beat him up! He's just tattooed his name onto her without permission!" Taehyung blurts out moving out the way allowing Seokjin to have access to get to Jungkook.

"You. did. what?"

Jungkook's smug face was no longer there but was replaced with a scared face and he began to slowly move backward.

"I- umm- oh shit,"

"Jeon Jungkook, you have three seconds to run," Seokjin growls now letting go of your shoulder to attack Jungkook. Jungkook's eyes widen and he bolts for the door, regretting everything he has done. He ran out the door with an angry Seokjin on his tail yelling and cursing him out.

Namjoon walks into the room with Jimin behind him and looks at your leg and sighs when he sees the writing. He looks up at you and smiles at you sympathetically.

"I'm so sorry for the Maknae's actions, we'll be sure he pays for what he has done. He can pay for your tattoo." Namjoon says bowing. You wave him off and give him a small smile.

"It's okay, don't apologise for him." You say. Namjoon nods and looks at Jimin saying,

"Can you wrap her up, so she can leave?" Namjoon asks and Jimin nods walking over to you smiling. Taehyung and Namjoon leave the room mumbling to each other. Jimin slips on the black rubber gloves and grabs some disinfectant, wipes and antibacterial ointment and cling film. He walks over to you and places them on the metal table beside you and crouches down so was level with your leg. He wipes it down with some wipes to remove as much access ink as possible before disinfecting it and rubbing antibacterial ointment onto the inked skin. As he wraps the tattoo with cling film he speaks up.

"I can't believe he done this, I'm so sorry for what he's done and I know you said don't apologize for him and I'm not, I'm apologizing because if I came in earlier or noticed him doing it when he was doing it I would have stopped him. Usually, he doesn't let emotions get to him at work, whether he liked it or not you chose this tattoo he should of not, as he put it 'added his own touch to it', " Jimin says softly.

Your angry face softens at his words and you give him a small smile when he looks up at you and stands up. "It's okay, it's not your fault. I'll get used to it I guess."

He nods and you carefully put your leg back in your jeans and button them up. "Come on, we need to go see Jungkook's stupid face, I think he has something to say to you." Jimin teasingly making you laugh slightly and nod your head.  You both leave the room and walk around the corner, back to the entrance where everybody was. Irene and Lay give you small smiles which told you they knew what had happened. You looked over at Jungkook who held no emotion on his face and when you looked closer at him you noticed a red mark on his cheek. Someone had slapped or punched him and you didn't even feel a drop of sympathy.

"Okay Y/N now that you're sorted I wanted to talk about the issue," Namjoon says leaning against the wall crossing his arms. You nod understanding and Namjoon continues,

"Jungkook, what you did was irrational and completely out of order. It was childish and unprofessional, you let your emotions get to you when at work. Y/N did not know that design was off-limit and like any other person that sees a design, they like they choose it. Why it was left out here I don't know but you can not get mad at her for choosing it."

Jungkook nods and mumbles, "I'm sorry for my actions Hyung."

Namjoon shakes his head frowning, "It's not me you should be apologizing. It should be the person that you have permanently marked with your name."

Jungkook sighs and looks up and stares at you and you raise your eyebrow waiting to hear what he has to say.

"I'm sorry, I overreacted." He says quietly but loud enough for you to hear. You nod in acknowledgment.

"Who gave you that beautiful red mark on your face?" You ask teasingly. Junkook turns around and faces Seokjin who raises his hand proudly and smiles at you.

"Hmm, saved me a job thanks," You smirk making Seokjin playfully salute you and Jungkook to glare at you. You sigh and say to Jungkook,

"You know what? I'm not even gonna yell at you. It's not worth it, what's done it is done, I'll just get it removed once it's healed." You say holding your hand out for him to shake as a sign of a truce. Jungkook nods and places his hand yours shaking it. As you shook hands, your hand felt like it was tingling from his touch and you both quickly pull away clearly having the same effect on each other.  Namjoon clears his throat and you both look at him and he speaks up,

"Jungkook agreed to pay for your tattoo as an apology, once you've signed some paperwork and Junkook has paid, you can go and you never have to look at his face again," Yoongi says smirking making Jungkook shake his head and you laugh. You pull out your car keys and look over to Lay and Irene who sat quietly in the corner; you throw Irene the keys and tell her,

"Go wait in the car you two, I'll be out in a bit."

They nod and walk out the store leaving you and the seven guys. You walk over to the pay point, where Hoseok sat and handed you some paperwork and a pen and he explains what you were signing.

"It's just to say you consented to the tattoo and you're the legal age." He smiles. You nod and write out your full name and date of birth and sign at the bottom and ticking some boxes. Once you finished, you handed over the paperwork and pen and turned to Junkook who had his wallet out pulling out his credit card. It was a black card. Holy shit how much is he earning and spending?! You thought to yourself.

He grabs the card machine and places his card into it and typing his pin before pulling it back out and placing it back into his wallet and into his back pocket. He crosses his arms and looks at you and you look at all of them.

"Can I leave now?" You ask and Namjoon nods smiling.

"You can, it was nice meeting you!" Jimin says waving. You bow and wave before walking over the door but the voice of the person you least expected to speak stopped you.

"Baby girl."

"Oh, it's baby girl now? What happened to dollface, dickface?" You ask glaring turning around to face him. Taehyung facepalms and mumbles to himself,

"Here we go again."

"Hmm I like baby girl better, gotta better ring to, it suits you too," Jungkook smirks.

"Shut the fuck up dickface, what the fuck do you want now?" You ask impatiently.

"I just wanted to say, I think there's more to you than meets the eye isn't there baby girl?" He says walking closer to you until he was right in front of you. You tense slightly worried he'd found out your a CEO's daughter. You play it off and shrug casually,

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

He leans closer so his mouth was right near your ear and whispers,

"I think you're hiding something from us dollface..."

You flinch from the closeness and his breath on your ear, you shiver before pulling back glaring at him and pushing him away from you.

"You know nothing about me." You snap. He smirks and chuckles deeply making your breath hitch.

"I'll find out one way or another Y/N." He says. You clench your fists and bite your tongue in irritation.

"Jungkook that's enough, let her go home." Seokjin says warningly. Jungkook holds his hands up acting innocent and walks away from you.

You stare at them all for a minute gulping when you noticed they were staring at you like they were sussing you out. You shrink back uncomfortable and bow timidly before quickly leaving the parlor.

The seven guys watched you climb into your car and drive off before any of them spoke up. "Jungkook you're the best at finding people out, so I don't doubt you on this, what do you think she's hiding?" Namjoon asks. Jungkook shrugs and turns to his leader.

"I don't know but I want to find out. I don't think she's who she makes herself out to be." He says. Namjoon sighs and sits down in a seat.  

"It's probably something that's completely none of our business? Ever thought of that?" Jimin says turning the open sign to closed.

Jungkook shakes his head in disagreement. "No, it's something we have to find out, that Lay guy looks familiar too..."

Everyone lets out a hum in agreement before Taehyung speaks,

"Well, I don't mean to alarm you but when I was sat outside with her, I forgot my lighter for my cigarettes because Jungkook you fucker you still have it but that's another story so I won't change the subject but anyway, I asked to borrow hers and when she lent me it, I noticed a very familiar logo engraved onto it and I thought it looked familiar but I couldn't put my finger on it so I asked her and she said she doesn't know, its the family logo but apparently she doesn't know what it means." Taehyung rambles.

"Tae shut up what was the logo," Hoseok says growing impatient.

"A snake wrapped around a dagger." Taehyung blurts out making Namjoon's eyes widen and say

"Isn't that-"

"Kang Beom-Seok's gang logo? Yeah, it is." Jungkook spits and walks over to the til where Y/N's paperwork lay and read the information. His anger deepens when he read your name.

Kang Y/N

"Yoongi hyung, do a background search on Kang Y/N."

“Already on it.”

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"What the fuck happened back there?!"

"Irene please, not whilst I'm driving."

"No, I wanna know now, what just happened I've never seen you get so irritated at someone other than your dad!"

"Irene please." You sigh trying to concentrate on the road. Irene goes to protest but Lay cuts her off.

"Irene enough, leave her to calm down."

"No! Aren't you confused?! I want to know now!" Irene yells out of annoyance. You slam on the breaks of your car and slam your hands on the wheel angrily making Lay and Irene jump.

"Can just not be stubborn for a few minutes Irene?! You're acting like a child! It's not like I wasn't ever gonna tell you what happened, to be honest, I don't even know what the fuck just happened myself!  I'm kind of trying to process it!" You yell leaning back into your seat afterward and running your hand through your hair out of frustration. Lay and Irene sat in silence staring at you in worry. Your thought was running through your head making your headache.

"I'm sorry..." Irene mumbles.

You nod before quietly starting to drive again to drop Irene and Lay off at their houses. The rest of the way you all sat in silence, worried you'd say something that would upset the other. You pulled up at Irene's house and she unbuckled her belt and mumbled,

"See you guys soon."

She walks up to her house and opens the door before disappearing behind it. You drove off and a few minutes later you pulled up to Lay's house but he doesn't get out instantly like Irene. He sits there and says,

"You good?"

"Do I look it Lay?"

Lay shakes his head and says, "No you don't I just wanted to ask first before you got mad at me for assuming anything you'll be like 'Lay I swear to god if you tell me I look pissed one more time I'm gonna kick you so hard up the ass I'll send your ass to the other side of the world." Lay says mimicking you making you laugh throwing your head back. Lay smiles to himself proud he got you to laugh.

"I don't sound like that do I?" You ask pouting playfully. Lay's heart flutters but he pushes it to the side and shrugs.

"Eh to me yeah. You also sound annoying too." He teases.

"Hey!"

"I'm joking I'm joking! But Y/N, whatever happened back there, don't let it get to you. And if you plan on ever going back there to give him a taste of his own medicine don't please? Him, all of them don't look like what they're making themselves to be."

"Awww is Lay scared of them because the tattoos make them intimidating?" You tease and Lay shakes his head.

"Y/N! I'm serious they're dangerous. I just know it! Just promise me? Please?" Lay says not wanting to tell you the real reason he didn't like them. He knew the name Bangtan seemed too familiar.

You nodded your head quickly realizing he was serious, "Yes I promise Lay."

"Okay thank you, I'll see you soon okay?" He says climbing out the car. You nod and he waves as you drive away. Lay watched as your car grew smaller before walking up to his house door.

If only you knew Y/N. If only you knew.

[redhoodieone]

BatFamBook

A/N: This is supposed to be a funny one-shot fic! I needed to get this idea out while I’m currently busy with my horror novel, and my series, “Don’t Tell Me.” Hope you enjoy it, if not…I don’t blame you. Y/S/N – Your superhero name.

  Pairings: Jason Todd x Y/N, Bruce Wayne x Selina Kyle, Dick Grayson x Barbara Gordon.

  Warnings: Language, some talks of sex, inappropriate discussions, and etc.

  BatFamBook 

 It has been a secret project for over six months. Tim manages to put the finishing touches on a private website he created for the Bat Family, and even some of the Justice League members. If it succeeds, he’s positive that the rest of the Justice League, Teen Titans, and other heroic teams would use it.

Facebook is still a popular social media website, and while Tim longed to belong to a social media outlet as Red Robin, he was more than determined to create a private social media outlet for all heroes.

Tim Drake texts a link in a group text to everyone in the Bat Family: Bruce, Dick, Jason, Damian, and Y/N.

Tim: Clink this link now.

Damian: Do I even want to, Drake?

Jason: Is it a porn site?

Y/N: That’s gross Jason!

Jason: He’s done it before, so how’s this time any different?

Tim: It’s not a porn site!

Damian: I seriously doubt he’s learned from last time.

Dick: Seriously, why Tim?

Bruce: I swear to God Tim, if it’s porn or another video of newscasts comparing me and Clark, I’m going to remove all computers and coffee products in this goddamn house.

Tim: What??? No! This is the secret project I’ve been working on for six months! Just click on the link now!

Damian: You finally completed your female android for sexual pleasure, did you Drake? Well, I can say I admire you for finally confessing you’ll never be good enough for human females. Hopefully this project gives you another reason to stay alive instead of drowning in your computer work and coffee.

Tim: I swear…

The Bat family clicks on the link, and their cell phones connect to a website called, BatFamBook, a website eerily similar to Facebook. Each person sees their developed profiles, with a picture of each of them as their individual profile picture.

Tim is the first to post a status on his page.

Red Robin: Okay, so here’s my first post! I’ve been wanting to create a special, private social media website for the Bat Family, League, and any other heroic team who comes along. Isn’t this cool?

Robin comments quickly.

Robin: The female android would have been an improved creation than this. Are you that desperate for attention, Red Robin?

Red Hood shares the fast food, Red Robin, restaurant picture on Tim’s page.

Red Hood: I hope the restaurant gets a peek at this and sues your ass for taking their name.

Red Robin: Can you guys stop and enjoy what I’ve done? This is so cool! No one else has created this! I’m the sole creator! I’m the new Mark Zuckerberg!

Y/S/N: Don’t you think this is a little dangerous though? What if someone is able to hack in here and see our private information and stuff?

Red Robin: I highly doubt that, Y/S/N. I built this system with my bare hands. Only I can hack in and see what we’re doing.

Robin: And that is why we totally trust you…Not!

Nightwing posts a selfie in his costume. Holding up two fingers for the peace sign, he smiles at the camera. His charming, sexy self is all on display.

Nightwing: Ladies, ladies, ladies…there’s plenty of me to go around…

Red Hood: Too bad there’s only my girlfriend on here, Dickhead.

Y/S/N: Wow Dick…you’re just oozing with sex appeal on here!

Red Hood: BABE! BABY GIRL! DOLL! STOP LOOKING AT HIS PICTURE! I SWEAR I’M GONNA BLOW HIS BRAINS OUT IF YOU DON’T STOP!

Nightwing: I’m flattered, Y/S/N. But be careful, Batgirl might see your comment!

Robin: Or Starfire.

Robin: Or Dove.

Robin: Or Zatanna.

Red Hood: Man-whore, much?

Nightwing: Jealous?

Y/S/N: He better not be jealous!

Red Hood: I’m not! He’s jealous of us, doll!

Robin: Should I keep going, Nightwing?

Red Robin: Look who’s fucking annoying now?

Batman: Language, Red Robin!

Nightwing: Lmfao at you, Robin!

Robin: Perhaps I’ll kill you too, Grayson.

Red Robin: Great…I really enjoy you admitting to your future crimes, Robin.

Robin: If no one were to anger me, I wouldn’t be making all these deadly promises, Drake.

Red Hood: Y/S/N, just don’t leave me and go for that damn acrobat.

Y/S/N: You’re overreacting! It’s not my fault you’re all so handsome and cute in your own ways.

Red Hood: Do I need to remind you that you’re mine, Y/S/N?!

Y/S/N: I’m sorry, Hoodie!

Red Hood posts a selfie of himself in his costume but holds his helmet at his side and grins in the mirror. He’s sexy as fuck.

Y/S/N: Oh shit…you’re WAY better, Hoodie! You’re mine!

Red Hood: Fuck yeah, doll! I’m all yours…

Nightwing: No comment…

Red Hood: Yeah, keep your mouth closed, Dickface!

Nightwing: Ooohhh…what a burn.

Red Hood: Be offended circus boy…you’re only as sexy as Mister Rogers.

Y/S/N: Can we all just get along?

Red Robin: Maybe we should limit sexy selfies on here.

Robin: As long as you don’t post one, Drake. You’ll blind everyone on here and be responsible for the superhero shortage.

Batman: Robin…

Red Robin: Women find me attractive, believe it or not.

Robin: Your mother is still alive???

Batman: Both of you need to knock it off now or you’re both benched.

Y/S/N: Did you send the link to anyone else, Red Robin?

Red Robin: I just sent the links to Superman and Wonder Woman to check out my precious!

Red Hood: Okay, Gollum.

Nightwing: Cool! More friends on here!

Robin posts a selfie with Alfred, his cat.

Red Hood: Is that your new boyfriend???

Robin: What the hell, Todd?!

Red Hood: If Timbo fucks female androids, then I assume you fuck animals, too.

Red Robin: Thanks, Red Hood!

Red Hood: Only I can insult you and get away with it, Timbers!

Robin: I’ll cut your head off in your sleep, Todd.

Red Hood: I’ll just send Batcow to the slaughterhouse.

Batman: Do not post any threats on here, Red Hood.

Red Hood: So, he could, but I can’t??? How is this justice that you preach so much?!

Y/S/N: Guys come on…just enjoy this website!

You post a selfie of yourself in your sexy, tight costume. With a finger touching your lips, your eyes say “fuck me” into the camera.

Red Hood: That’s my girl! So…fucking sexy!!!

Nightwing: Damn…

Red Robin:

Y/S/N: Thanks guys…

Robin: At least you have the decency to not show off any female body parts, Y/S/N. As for you Todd, I hope you enjoy your last days with, Y/N.

Red Robin: Only our superhero names, demon spawn!

Batman: I swear…I need a vacation from you guys.

Y/S/N: Don’t forget Catwoman, Batman!

Batman: Of course, she’s going with me! You’re all acting like savages, and my headaches are getting worse!

Nightwing: Batman just used an emoji!

Red Hood:  Holy shit! Has hell frozen over??

Red Robin: I can’t believe it! I believe hell did! Mr. Freeze is ice skating there as we speak!

Robin: Red Hood would know. Hell’s his biological home.

Red Hood: Go fuck yourself!

Y/S/N: Guys stop it!!!!

Red Robin: Robin started it!!!

Nightwing: It doesn’t matter who started it, just stop!!!

Robin: Bite me assholes!

Red Hood: Why would we?! You might have rabies and shit!!

Batman: That’s it! That’s fucking it!!!! I’ve had it!!!!!

Batman goes offline.

Red Hood: Finally, he’s offline!

Robin: Good! I was beginning to think our plan wouldn’t work!

Nightwing: Alright Red Robin, where’s the picture?

Red Robin posts a selfie of Batman, lifting his top part of his costume up, showing off his abs, muscles, bruises, and cuts.

Y/S/N: Everyone’s going to love it and laugh their asses off!

Red Hood: I gotta hand it to you, little bro. This project is perfect!

Nightwing: Yeah! I love this place already!

Robin: Even I enjoy this place as well.

Red Robin: Well, I’m glad you all love it. From now on, this place is ours!

Superman gets online.

Superman: Oh wow! This website looks like a lot of fun! We can all get to know each other better!

Nightwing, Red Hood, Y/S/N, Red Robin, and Robin go offline.

Superman: Oh, my goodness! Batman, you posted a selfie!

Batman’s selfie is saved on most electronic devices and has been reblogged over a hundred times.