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I Hear Them Calling (Chapter 5)

Story Summary: Alpha Harry Styles and omega Y/N Y/L/N meet under less than ideal circumstances. Overtime their paths will cross and they will be drawn to one another in ways they never expected.

Chapter Summary: Harry and Y/N spend the weekend together in Chicago

Previous Chapters: Prologue ; Chapter 1 ; Chapter 2 ; Chapter 3 ; Chapter 4

Word Count: 3.8k

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“So, what are we going to see in the city?” You ask Harry. You’re both on the couch eating fruit, since Harry insisted you needed some sort of snack to hold you over until lunch.

“Well, first, we should swing by your hotel. Figured you might want to get changed,” he replies. You laugh and nod in agreement. While you wouldn’t mind living in Harry’s comfy clothes doused in his scent, you know that going in public, with him, wearing his clothes, is admittedly a terrible idea.

“Then obviously some lunch,” he continues. “And after that, I have no idea. Maybe see where the day takes us?”

“I like that plan,” you answer. Normally you like to have everything totally scheduled out, but you’re excited to see what experiences might happen naturally.

“We can keep your things in the car while we’re out and stop back here to drop them off on our way to the arena later,” he adds.

“Am I staying here tonight?” You inquire.

He pauses, trying to find the right words. “I would like for you to stay,” he finally says. “It’s just, you’re only hours out of a drop. And you said that hasn’t happened for a long time. I would like you to stay close to me in case something happens. And uhm, my alpha is fairly attached to your omega at the moment.” Harry blushes and his eyes look down at his fingers as he finishes his sentence.

“Harry?” you say, and his gaze meets yours. “I’d love to stay.”

His anxious face instantly morphs into one of excitement and he says, “Fantastic! Okay, I’m going to call a car to take us to your hotel and we can start our adventure.”

“It’s only a couple of blocks, we could walk it.”

At this he seems nervous again and he quickly explains, “It’s probably best if we drive. We’ll be more under the radar that way, and I don’t necessarily want to be seen in public too much.”

“Oh, right, of course. That totally makes sense.” There’s an insecure part of your brain telling you that it’s because he doesn’t want to be seen with you, just some average nobody, but you tell that voice to shut up. Harry would never be so callous, so shallow. He simply wants his privacy.

A few minutes later you’re back in your quiet hotel room. Harry is waiting in the car, so you quickly get changed and freshen up. You spray on our scent blockers and are disappointed that you no longer smell like Harry. He put on blockers before leaving his hotel as well so now it will be hours before you’ll catch his scent again. If you’re lucky. You remind yourself this whole situation is temporary, and you should take what you get.

Your belongings are mostly packed so it only takes a minute to get everything together. When you reenter the car you let out the breath you’d been holding while separated from Harry. You admit to yourself you are still feeling the effects of the drop, and you allow yourself to revel in the presence of an alpha. Normally the idea that you need to rely on an alpha for anything would make you mad, but not right now. Not when that alpha greets you with a shy smile as you slide into your seat next to him. And especially not when that alpha reaches over so your hands are resting close enough to just barely touch.

It's a bit of a drive to the restaurant Harry picked out, and you pass the time making small talk. You discuss your families, hobbies, favorite vacation spots, anything you can think of. Nothing is all that crazy or interesting, but Harry is locked in on every word you say. It makes you feel warm inside, having his full attention and knowing he truly wants to hear what you have to say.

Harry is so absorbed in the conversation that even he is surprised when the car stops outside the restaurant. He gets out, quickly moving around the car to open your door for you and lead you inside. The diner he’s chosen is lowkey, giving hole in the wall vibes, and you think it’s perfect.

It’s not empty, but the crowd there doesn’t bat an eye as you two walk in. A quick glance around the room shows that you’re the youngest people there by far. Everyone is engaged in conversation or reading the newspaper or a book they’ve brought with them. It makes you feel comfortable, relaxed, and you know you’re going to enjoy this lunch.

You’re seated together at a table towards the back, and a waiter comes over to take your drink orders. After he walks away it’s quiet for a moment, both you and Harry reading through the menu. He comes back a few minutes later to take your food orders. Once he leaves again you fold your hands on the table in front of you and look at Harry.

He’s sitting the same way, hands folded just inches from yours, and his eyes are already on you.

“So,” he hesitantly begins. “What’s your favorite song?”

“Like, of yours?”

He laughs before saying, “No, just, in general. But I am also curious what your favorite of mine is.”

You think for a moment, and you catch him chuckling and your very serious thinking face. “I guess all-time favorite song might be ‘Annie’s Song’ by John Denver. It was my parents’ wedding song, so we played it a lot at home. Makes me think of them.” You smile and think again for a moment before saying, “And my favorite song of yours, well, that’s harder to choose. I think maybe ‘Canyon Moon’. It’s just so fun, and upbeat. It’s the first one that really hooked me on your music.”

“That is a fun one, yeah. Kind of bummed it’s off the setlist if I’m honest. And I too love a little John Denver occasionally.”

The discussion on music lasts until your food is placed on the table. The delicious smell alerts you to how hungry you are, and you immediately dig in. Conversation stops again so the two of you can eat.

As Harry settles the bill (which you attempt to help pay for, but he quickly denies) he says, “We’ve got about an hour before we need to head back to the hotel and get ready. There’s a park nearby. What do you say about a little stroll?”

“That sounds perfect,” you reply.

He stays close to you as you walk the couple blocks to the park. His hand reaches out towards you multiple times but he pulls it back like he’s afraid to make contact. It keeps your mind spinning, wondering what’s he’s thinking when he does this. Is it an unconscious gesture? Is it a protective one? Does he just want to be touching you the way that you want to be touching him?

Once in the park he leads you to a bench by a small lake. The bushes grant you both some privacy from the few other people who are walking nearby.

“So,” he says timidly. “How are you feeling today? After the drop and everything.”

You take a moment to assess in order to answer truthfully. “Honestly, I feel pretty good right now. Like, better than I have in weeks. I think my omega really needed that break.”

“You said your meds lost their potency right? And that’s been going on for weeks then, at least since the first show you came to. How have you been coping with all of that? Do you nest at all?”

“I tried nesting in the past, but it never brought the peace people said it would. I guess cause most people are betas now so it’s harder to get alpha or other omega scents. And without those nests aren’t as comforting.”

“That has to be frustrating. I’m sorry it’s so difficult for omegas. I wish things were different for you guys, I truly do.”

“Thanks. Me too. Can I ask, why do you keep your alpha status a secret?”

“I guess because people have certain views of alphas. They think we’re mean and controlling and yea, a lot of alphas are these days. I just didn’t want people to judge me before getting to know me. Plus, some record labels and managers don’t want to work with alphas. Say they’re too unpredictable or difficult.”

“Seems like it’s tough for alphas too.”

“Yea, but at least we’re safe. No one tries to cross us or control us. I can’t imagine what it’s like to have your free will taken away by an alpha command.”

“It’s definitely not fun,” you say, shivering at the memory of being frozen and silenced just by a knothead alphas words.

Noticing your slight distress, Harry places his hand on your knee and says, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have brought that up, I know you have bad memories with that.”

You’re instantly soothed by him, and you reach out to place your hand on top of his. You have no idea where the courage to touch him like that comes from, and you’re about to pull away when he flips his hand until your palms are touching and he’s able to intertwine his fingers with yours.

The sound of your purring is sudden and surprising. It’s not something that happens often, and you almost cut it off, but you see the smile that breaks out on Harry’s face. You sit there, holding hands, and purring softly. Neither of you tries to start a conversation, just enjoying the moment.

Harry’s phone ringing brings you both back to reality. His driver is on the line, reminding Harry that it’s time to head back in order to stay on schedule. He lets go of your hand as you leave the bench, and though you’re disappointed, you remind yourself of the media frenzy that would ensue if Harry was caught holding hands with a girl.

You’re especially soothed when he reaches out for your hand again once in the privacy of the car. Just like the earlier drive, you get to know each other better, this time discussing favorite books at length.

He insists on carrying your luggage into the hotel for you, and letting you have the first shower. You’re in the living room finishing your hair when Harry walks out of the bathroom, having finished his own shower. He’s wrapped in a towel, water dripping off his hair and down his chest. You pray that your suppressants still work well enough to at least prevent unwanted slick production. Because you would literally die of embarrassment if the telltale scent of honey filled the room.

“Sorry, so sorry, forgot to grab clothes,” he says as he dashes into the bedroom to grab an outfit from the dresser. He jogs back into the bathroom and closes the door behind him. You let out the breath you’ve been holding and quickly reel in your thoughts to ensure your face isn’t still beet red when he comes back out.

You force yourself to focus on perfecting your hair in an effort to erase the image of a practically naked Harry. Or at least, erase temporarily. While you’re in his presence. It works, because by the time he comes out again, now dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, you’ve fully contained your thoughts.

“Car will be here in five minutes, you almost ready?”

“Yup, just gotta grab my phone,” you say before walking back into the bedroom to get the phone from where it’s been charging. Harry’s scent is strongest here, likely because he’s been sleeping there for weeks, plus he was broadcasting his scent the night before during your drop. It’s so potent that you almost feel dizzy. You shake your head in an attempt to clear it, quickly get the phone, and rejoin Harry in the living room.

He's distracted during the drive over, checking updates on his phone that he’d been ignoring during the day. It’s hectic but organized at the venue. There’s so much to be done but it’s a well-oiled team and everyone does their job well. You hang out in Harry’s dressing room for the most part, wanting to be out of the way.

There’s a brief moment after Harry is ready and before he needs to go on stage, and you need to find your place in the crowd. You’re finally alone again, and the two of you are standing facing each other. He reaches out to hold both your hands between his and he says, “I have another question for you.”

You’ve been asking each other questions all day, most lighthearted, some serious. But you can tell by his tone that this may be the most important one yet.

You meet his eyes, encouraging him to go on, and after a moment of nervous hesitation he says, “I’ve really like spending time with you. I’ve known for awhile that my alpha had formed a connection with your omega, and I thought that’s where my feelings for you came from. But after today I know that I just like you. You’re funny, and smart, and beautiful. So, uhm, I was wondering, will you go on a date? With me?”

You’re speechless for a moment, so you nod your head yes while trying to process everything he just said.

“Can I take you out tomorrow morning for brunch?” He continues.

Finally, you find your voice and say, “Yes, Harry, that sounds perfect.”

The brightest, most boyish smile spreads across his face. Harry’s about to speak again but there’s a knock on the door and a voice telling him he needs to leave the room in one minute.

Harry quickly says, “Can I scent you? Before you go out there?” You again nod yes, knowing that he needs this, needs to protect you in this way even though you’ll be in a VIP section with plenty of security.

Plus, you’ve decided that you’d have to be insane to ever say no when he asks that question. One of his large hands cups the side of your neck while his nose moves to the scent gland on the opposite side. It slides against your skin, and you’re surrounded by his mouthwatering smell. He presses one gentle kiss directly near your mating spot before he pulls back, gives you one last dazzling smile, and walks out the door.

Jada walks in to find you still standing, dazed, in the middle of the room. “Need a minute?” she asks with a knowing smirk.

“Just, uhm, gonna use the…bathroom, real quick,” you stutter out before fleeing through the door to the attached restroom. You quickly take some deep breaths and grab toilet paper to clean up the slick that had escaped. Thankfully you’d held it in until Harry left, and Jada, being a beta, would be none the wiser. Still, you need to pull yourself together and get your desire under control before you embarrass yourself.

Once you’re ready she leads you to the VIP section. You feel amazing, completely opposite from the night prior and you know that you owe it all to Harry. Not once during the entire show do you feel dizzy, or anxious, or any of the negative emotions you’ve been feeling for weeks. Instead, you feel electric, especially during the handful of moments when Harry’s eyes find yours in the crowd, sharing a special look with you.

You’re screaming along with all the other fans as Harry runs out of the venue. Jada then leads you out to the car the two of you will be taking back to the hotel. The ten-minute drive turns into almost thirty with all the post-concert traffic.

Back at the hotel, you knock on the door to Harry’s room. Technically it’s also yours now, and yes, you do have a key, but it still feels weird just walking in while you know he’s there. It takes a moment but finally he’s opening the door for you. As you take in his appearance, you realize you made the right decision to knock. His hair is, once again, wet, he has pajama pants on and is quickly throwing on a shirt. Obviously he’s just showered again, and you know you would not have survived seeing him with any less clothes on.

“There you are,” he says, smiling and pulling you in for a hug as the door closes behind you. For a moment you’re surprised, but quickly melt into the embrace.

Before pulling away he says, “Why don’t you change into some comfy clothes, and we can put on a movie.” You head to the bedroom, grabbing your own set of pajamas before changing and washing your face. Once you feel clean and comfortable you join Harry in the living room.

He’s already laid out blankets on the couch and pulled up the latest Rom Com on the TV. After confirming that you want to watch it, he presses play and you snuggle under your blanket.

You try to pay attention to the movie, truly, you do. But Harry’s right there, sitting next to you, looking perfectly cozy and domestic, not a single scent blocker covering the delicious smell that’s started to feel like home to you.

It’s not surprising when you start to subconsciously shift closer and closer to him. He notices the small movements, and without hesitation, wraps and arm around you and pulls you close to him. He adjusts the blankets so that you’re tucked in before leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

Feeling safer and more content than you have in possibly your entire adult life, you fully relax. The next thing you know, you’re being gently placed into the bed. Sensing that you’re awake, Harry smooths down your hair and says, “Get some sleep, love,” as he pulls the covers over you.

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Waking up with Harry’s arm slung around your middle is unexpected, but entirely welcomed. Everything feels so warm, so safe. His arm unconsciously tightens around you, and you snuggle deeper into the embrace.

It isn’t long before Harry wakes up, stretching out beside you and saying, “good morning.” His husky morning voice has you practically melting, but you still manage a “good morning” in reply.

Neither of you move for a while, choosing to lay there holding each other for as long as possible. It’s nice, once again feels rather domestic, and you have to stop yourself from imagining this happening every day. Your mating spot practically tingles at the thought of you and Harry bonded to each other, raising pups together in your home.

An alarm rings on Harry’s phone, thankfully stopping your daydream from getting too out of control. You take turns getting ready before heading to the car for your first official date.

Brunch is absolutely perfect. Harry had booked a private room to ensure fans and paparazzi wouldn’t be able to spy on your date. He steps away to use the restroom at one point, and you think about how it’s going so far. It’s just like any first date you’ve ever been on; better even.

It’s almost easy to forget that he’s this world-famous popstar. When it’s the two of you together, focusing on each other, he really just becomes the man of your dreams. The fact that he’s a respectful and gentle alpha is the icing on the cake.

After brunch you head back to the hotel to repack your bags before flying home. Harry watches sadly as you prepare to leave him. You ignore your own feelings for the moment, not wanting to cry in front of him. But truthfully, the fact that you have no idea when you’ll see him again is borderline devastating.

Once you’re packed and ready to go, Harry pulls you in for a hug. You stand there holding each other for a minute before he pulls back. You look up at his face, mere inches from yours, and note how his eyes are looking between your own eyes and your lips. His hands slide up your arms, your neck, until they’re cupping your face. He leans in and presses one simple kiss to your lips.

His eyes meet yours again, silently asking if that was alright. You can’t help but lean back in, giving him a couple kisses of your own.

It doesn’t go any further, and that alone brings you some peace. He’s not just doing this all to get into your pants the way many alphas would. Honestly, this whole weekend with him feels more like puppy love than anything.

“Would it be alright if I scented you before you left?” Harry asks before adding “Since you’ll be at the crowded airport and everything, it might be safer if you smelled like you have an alpha.”

Some omegas might find this controlling, overwhelming, overprotective, but you know that’s not his intention at all. So you agree, and close your eyes as he leans in to scent you once more. It’s electric having him so close to you. It takes all your self-control to hold back a needy whine when he presses a kiss to your scent gland.

“One more thing,” he says after pulling away. You watch in confusion as he walks back into the bedroom. He comes back out a minute later holding his green Pleasing sweatshirt. He hands it to you, and you can immediately tell he’d scented that as well. Without hesitation you slip in on, catching the satisfied smirk on his face as you do so.

You get a text from Jada letting you know a car is there to take you to the airport. Harry pulls you in for one last kiss, and having to leave his embrace is nearly physically painful for you. After saying a final, quiet goodbye, you grab your bag and walk out of the room.

All the stress of traveling seems miniscule compared to separating from the man who is quickly becoming one of your favorite people, not to mention is the alpha your omega seems to crave.

You arrive home pretty late that evening. The last thing you want to do is wash away Harry’s scent, but you desperately need a shower after an afternoon of travel. Thankfully you have his sweatshirt to burrow into.

You sleep peacefully that night, still surrounded by Harry’s scent, knowing the last text you received before bed was a message from Harry saying, “Sleep tight, I’ll call you tomorrow.”

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AN: Thank you so much for reading! So sorry for the long delay between chapters! Hoping to get the next chapter out much sooner!

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dollfaceksj · 8 months

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oh godddd #13 was so good!!! dinner is gonna be so awkward between koo and oc 😭 or theyre gonna be giggling abt it

guess u should read this to find out!

i didn’t have the time to betaread and add more inner dialogue and stuff so sorry if its not like the others

taste of a poison paradise | jjk (m) #14

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did he really just

exit the tent ? with a TENT in his PANTS?

oh he gives no fucks?

wait why are you even worried about him?

YOU NEED TO GET OUT THERE TOO

They’re gonna come looking for you

you quickly adjust your clothes and crawl out of the tent a few moments after jungkook

you use your phone to check what you look like, fixing any out of place hairs and wiping the tears off your cheeks

the stickiness in your leggings is impossible to ignore but whatever right?

you slowly make your way to the table

yoongi’s waving at you

right

yoongi

YOONGI

you stupid slut

how could you?

you go to sit down next to him, smiling at the fact he once again saved you a spot <3

but this time jungkook isn’t across from you

he’s

right next to you :)

so yoongi to your right… jungkook to your left

wow

this is uhhhh

gonna be fun.

😂😂😂😂😂

don’t laugh.

“i was looking for you but you disappeared for a while.” the older man leans into your side to whisper into your ear

you glance at him. “sorry, yoongi. i thought i’d lost my powerbank, i kept searching for it in my suitcase.”

that lie left your mouth too easily you dirty liar

he nods in understanding. “did you end up finding it?”

you nod your head.

“bummer.”

you frown as the word leaves his mouth. “why is that a bad thing?”

“cause it would’ve given me the chance to invite you into my tent and offer it to you so you can use it.”

fuck ur gonna fucking melt

he’s so

YOOONGIIIIII

holy shit

yeah.

“oh, did i mention when i found it again, it was broken? i might have to take you up on that offer anyway,” you say as you nudge him with your elbow

he laughs and shakes his head, gently swatting your elbow away

he ends up wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you in close, whispering, “don’t start something you can’t finish, y/n.”

your cheeks instantly heat up as his breath hits your ear

he’s so close

you slap his thigh. “how do you know i won’t finish it?”

he lowly chuckles and gosh the sound is so sultry. “i’m not sayin–”

your body suddenly gets pulled out of his enbrace

“can you pass me the napkins?”

you frown.

did jungkook just

forcefully tug you out of yoongi’s embrace?

to ask for napkins??

you turn your head to stare at him in disbelief but yoongi is already handing the napkins to jungkook

for fucks sake

if anyone’s gonna make it obvious it’s that little shit

see what you said??? childish!!!

jungkook quietly thanks yoongi and continues to eat without even so much as glance at you

dumbass.

did he really come sit at the table with a hard-on?

you bring your attention back to your plate of food and start eating, listening to the crazy stories taehyung is telling everyone

“you’re gonna go to the store with jungkook cause we don’t have any paper plates or bread for breakfast tomorrow.” taehyung pulled you to the side to say this

you click your tongue in annoyance. “why do i have to go with jungkook? why can’t you?”

“cause i’m not the one refusing to talk to him.”

you screech, “i talk to him!”

“with all that attitude!” he retorts, “listen, just go easy on him, alright? i know what i said about him but he’s still a sensitive guy, you know? he’s not all that bad, or else he wouldn’t be my friend. you know that.”

he continues, “i just regret giving you this wrong impression of him. he’s been through a lot, i just didn’t want any drama between you two but that clearly backfired.” he sighs. “just… give the guy a chance to show you his true colors. he’s not a bad guy.”

been through a lot?

that reminds you

of the moment in his tent when he showed you his tattoos

and completely shut you out when you asked about his mother’s opinion on his tattoos

what happened to her?

“what do you mean he’s been through a lot?”

he looks around to make sure no one’s listening. “i’ll tell you a bit more about it after you’ve returned. now, chop chop. go before that store closes.”

ughhh

when you start heading toward where the car is parked

jungkook is already leaning against the hood of the car, seemingly waiting for you

you approach him and enter via the passenger seat without another glance at him

he gets in too and buckles his seatbelt

so do you

and he starts driving off

he doesn’t even look up any way to reach the store

does he remember how to get there?

that’s pretty hot.

the ride is silent and the boner in his pants is hard to ignore so you make sure to constantly stare out the window

it’s quiet

uncomfortably quiet

“what would you have done if isabella caught us?” you break the silence

you see him glancing at you in your peripheral vision but you refuse to look at him

he shrugs his shoulders. “it’s not any of her business.”

your head snaps in his direction. “you don’t think you owe an explanation to the people you’re sleeping with?”

he clicks his tongue. “who said i’m sleeping with her?”

you frown. “stop being vague. are you fucking her or not?”

“why do you care?” he quips

“i don’t, i’m just–”

he shrugs his shoulders. “are you fucking yoongi?”

what???

“what?”

“are you fucking yoongi, yes or no?” his hand slides over the steering wheel so effortlessly and it’s so fucking hot

“why does that matter?” you try to backtrack

“it doesn’t, that’s my point.”

damn

he kinda gagged you😭

you cross your arms over your chest and look out the window again. “well, y’all are overly friendly, i thought maybe you were still sleeping with her.”

he shrugs his shoulders again.“does it matter to you who i’m sleeping with?”

you say, “no, it doesn’t.”

yes, it does

“then why do you ask?”

you sigh and glance at him again. “if i say yes, would you honestly answer me?”

“yes, i would.”

you decide not to go in on it any further.

the rest of the ride there is quiet

when you arrive, you both get out but instantly notice the swarm of men by the entrance

jungkook instinctively places his hand on your lower back as he leads you inside the store

the men stare at you like you’re a fucking peace of meat and it’s sickening

you go look for paper plates but jungkook doesn’t want to leave your side

“if you go look for the bread, we can be out of here faster.” you hum as you look around

he scoffs. “you’re fucking ill if you think i’m leaving you unattended like last time.”

oh?

you didn’t know that whole thing still bothered him

you don’t say anything else about it as you look for what you came for, jungkook constantly in your wake as he intently looks around the store

you sigh. “you’re not my bodyguard, you know.”

“you’re my responsibility.”

huh?

no literally what?

you frown. “me? a grown woman? a woman older than you? your responsibility?”

you hate that they act like you’re not an adult

it’s starting to piss you off

“it’s not about who’s older or not, y/n. it’s about the fact that i need to be able to protect you.”

you fully turn your body to him to dace him. “i don’t fucking need protection.”

he stops scanning the store and he looks down at you. “i’m not saying you need protection, i’m saying your friends sent you with me to an unknown area because they trust me to protect you if something were to happen.”

you glare at him and fight the urge to roll your eyes. “how about you be responsible and take care of your erection that’s been hard for an hour?”

he scoffs. “you thinkin’ about my dick?”

“you’ve been brushing it against my ass for the past three minutes, so yes, i am.” you roll your eyes as you turn your back to him again and continue to search for what you came for

he glances down at his pants for a second before letting his eyes roam around the store. “sorry, i’m not trying to do anything weird to you but i just want to stay close to you because of those weirdos, alright?” he angles his hips away from you

you know he’s not doing it on purpose but damn

a few of the men outside have entered the store and you can’t say you don’t notice them staring

you continue to search but jungkook has seemingly gotten even closer to you, both hands on your waist from behind as he continues to guard your back and rear

😒

like…

annoying as fuck!!

girl you know damn well you’re liking that shit

ANYWAYS!!!

you finally have what you need

so you head toward the counter but jungkook already has his card pulled out and presses into the payment terminal

you know… you never noticed until now but

it seems like he’s got quite a bit of money but how? he’s still a student and as far as you know, he doesn’t have a part time job

his part time job is eating pussy apparently

jungkook leads you out the store with the bag in his hand, arm still wrapped around your waist as you walk with him to the car

the other men are still staring at you, even watching as you enter the car

jungkook stands outside your door as you get in before slamming it shut and jogging around the front of the car to get in the driver’s seat

“y/n,” he says

you hum in response and turn your head to look at him

but before you know it, his hand is cupping your cheek and he gently presses his lips to yours

wait

he’s kissing you

you pull away after a few seconds. “what are you doing?”

“sorry for doing that without your permission but at least now they’re not staring anymore,” he buckles his seatbelt and starts the car with an air of nonchalance

you glance at the men and it’s true, they aren’t

so, he kissed you to get the men to stop staring

not because he wanted to kiss you

that’s good

it’d be weird if he wanted to kiss you!!

right?

jungkook starts driving out of the parking lot and back on the road

it’s quiet

music in the background

but the tension is directly speaking to you

your eyes slowly trail to his sweatpants and his bulge is actively staring back at you

damn

should you reciprocate?

he hasn’t mentioned it at all

like he doesn’t expect you to reciprocate

and he didn’t fingerfuck you in his tent just to get a favor back

but

you

really want to

“pull over.”

he glances at you and then frowns at the road. “what?”

“i said pull over.”

concern flickers on his face. “are you feeling sick or something? do you need to throw up? cause i have a weak stomach, i’ll throw up too–”

“just pull over, for fuck’s sake.”

he ends up listening to you, pulling over on this dark empty road is kinda scary

you unbuckle your seatbelt and reach over his lap, pressing the button next to him that locks all the doors

“what are you doing?” he asks, utterly confused

you look into his confused eyes for a moment

“let me make you feel good.” you use the same words he did to you so he gets the memo

he blinks at you a few times until realization sets on his face. “you know you don’t have to do that, right?”

“i know i don’t, you freak.” you get on your knees on the passenger seat and slowly bend forwards, face closing in on his as you flash him your siren eyes. “i want to.”

he stares at you dumbfounded for a few seconds, eyes occasionally dropping to your lips

“shit, fuck, okay,” he breathes out as he tucks his fingers around the hem of his sweats and lifts his hips off the seat to drag his sweats down

you glance at his calvin klein boxers

again

is he rich or something???

something isn’t adding up

your mouth already starts salivating

GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER!

“hey,” he says, pulling you out of your trance

your eyes travel back up to meet his

“you don’t have to do this, okay?”

“and let you have all the fun?” a smirk tugs on the corners of your lips as you reach for the hem of his boxers.

he echoes, “all the fun?”

“hmm, you’re so sure i’ll be wrapped around your finger. it’s your fault i’m determined to watch you break under me too.”

he chuckles quietly, chest puffing. “okay, then, y/n. challenge accepted.”

to be continued

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thethreeeyed-raven · 1 year

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Oh Em Gee, your request are open 🫣😵‍💫🥵😫 You already know who I'm here who 🐦‍⬛👁👁👁

(Also if you have a taglist add me bbg)

Bran x Reader please!! Preferably fem reader but GN is fine! (I felt so embarrassed writing this req idek)

Anywho, maybe Bran had just married reader (right after returning to winterfell) . She had been with him and Meera on their journey to and from beyond the walls. So they've pretty much grown up with eachother.

Feel free to change whatever you want, but what if readers had a really bad day and all she wanted to do was hold Bran. So they're in bed and she's just holding him to her chest 😫. Cause he knows she needs the comfort more than her 🫣.

And she's worried for the future, so Bran is just telling her some moments that they will experience. Like together they visit a warmer kingdom for political reasons, but that they are both happy and safe.

IM SO SORRY IF THIS WAS WEIRD JUST IGNORE IF YOU DONT WANNA WRITE IT! Just do whatever you want to it, I'm good with anything fluff, smut, angst you name it. I just want a happy ending 🫣❤️❤️😘😘 TYSM

we shall have to wait and see

navigation | warnings : fem!reader, slightly suggestive, talks of children, pet names, reader might seem a bit childish ngl, reader is wearing a dress, a little dig at brans nose but i promise i fucking love his nose it’s so hot, um anyways- | a/n : if this ain’t what you wanted, i apologise BUT BRAN FLUFF IS LIFE | bran stark playlist | tags : @lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom @knight-of-flowerss

Sometimes you hated being the Queen, but you loved Bran, and Bran was the King, so you did your duty as his queen.

It got lonely in the castle sometimes, so you liked to walk through the rebuilt gardens.

Of course, you attended meetings of the utmost importance, but sometimes you just didn't feel like it.

Since the war with the white walkers, you had constantly been paranoid of the future. Always worrying about every little thing.

As you entered your chambers, you took some of the uncomfortable jewelry you were wearing off, slipped off your shoes, and clambered into the silk sheets on your bed.

Podrick entered the room with Bran, wheeling him towards the bed then bowing his head in your direction.

"Your grace."

Once the door was shut, Bran lifted himself onto the bed, then positioned himself so he was laying down.

You swung your leg over him, positioning yourself on top.

"Eager are we?" Bran smirked as he placed his hands on your hips.

Your hand was cupping his cheek as you gently stroked it with your thumb, instantly he knew something was wrong.

"What's the matter sweetheart?" He grabbed your other hand, the one on his cheek still stroking the soft flesh.

"Do I worry too much?" Your glossy eyes travelled to his.

Bran wasn't going to deny it, you did worry too much, but you had a right to.

"Maybe a little too much, but so what?" His hand travelled under the skirt of your dress and he softly caressed the flesh of your thigh.

"I think the council finds it annoying." You paused for a moment, Bran tilted his head. "Can you tell me about our future?"

Bran already knew the majority of your future together, he may or may not have had a little peak.

"Well," He brought your head down to his chest, gently kneading your hair. "Together we shall visit Dorne, for political reasons of course, but we will meet lots of nice people, and they will welcome us warmly." Bran felt you smile against him, making him smile too.

"I've always wanted to go to Dorne." You gently whispered, toying with one of the sleeves of his shirt.

"Maybe we shall have children, I'm not sure of that one yet..."

"Children? Would they have your hair?" You peered up at him delightfully.

"Maybe." He whispered wistfully.

"And your eyes? Maybe they should have my nose though."

"Maybe my dear, we shall have to wait and see."

#game of thrones smut #game of thrones imagine #game of thrones #game of thrones fanfiction #game of thrones x reader #bran stark x reader #bran stark imagine #bran stark #isaac hempstead wright #isaac hempstead wright x reader #fanfic

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ryuichirou · 1 month

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I saw in the dark headcanon post that Ortho does some upsetting things to Idia at times. Could you give examples of that if you don’t mind? :3

Here is the post that I mentioned it in! Yeah, the idea was that after getting a “heart” Ortho began to enjoy messing with Idia’s head and playing with his emotional state a little bit. He is quite mischievous… or maybe just a little sadist, who knows :3

That original post was almost a year ago, and I am very happy people are still invested in this theme and send asks about it (there are a couple of more asking for hcs and god I hope I’ll finish these soon). Thank you for your interest, Anon!

Anyways, here are some examples of things that Ortho might do, starting with the milder ones:

Little things: putting obstacles on the floor and cables around Idia’s legs when he either focused on gaming or nodding off in his chair. Sometimes Idia instantly knows that it’s just Ortho messing around with him, but there are moments when he genuinely thinks that he is just that clumsy and gets embarrassed and upset. If he spills something on himself, it’s extra points for Ortho, because that always gets Idia upset.

Internet trolling. This one is also tricky, because if anyone knows how to differentiate an actual troll from a fake one it’s Idia, but then again, if anyone knows how to trick Idia into believing he is arguing with a real person it’s Ortho. He knows how Idia operates, so he could create an entire nonexistent person behind some imageboard Anon that somehow says just the right things to make Idia all heated up and upset. This one is exciting, it’s like a game! <3

Sending some guy from the Film Research club to talk to Idia. Ortho would write an entire script for him, because he knows how Idia is going to react a lot of times, so it’s not that difficult to come up with a conversation that’s going to spiral from just mild annoyance to Idia shaking and wanting to escape and yet being unable to do so. Honestly, it’s up to that random guy not to react to Idia starting to visibly panic. Ortho could also organise hazing, but I mentioned something similar in the original post.

Messing with Idia’s food and drinks. Ortho monitors so many of Idia’s body functions, it’s very easy for him to figure out how much of potion/drug to add to whatever he’s eating or drinking so his body reacts in an upsetting way, but doesn’t harm him in a long-run. Ortho also knows that Idia gets way too focused on videogames and programming and neglects his natural urges, so a drink that fills his bladder quicker and “expands” inside of it is a perfect choice: the moment Idia figures that he should probably take a toilet break, he’ll already be leaking.

… or puking; and in that scenario Ortho would bring him a bowl (or take him to the toilet), help him out, hold his hair, pat his back and make him promise that he’ll always listen to Ortho and eat properly. Idia will shake, hiccup and swallow tears, but promise with a weak voice.

But the most cruel thing of would be to act upset at Idia for no reason, making it seem like Idia should know why Ortho is so angry at him and doesn’t want to talk to him. They’ve never had a serious fight before, and Idia really isn’t used to Ortho avoiding him. So not only it’s super interesting to watch Idia just shut down and get all quiet, and then get upset and maybe even a little mad, but then quiet again. It probably won’t take long until he breaks. And how clingy he’s going to be when Ortho loves him again! This is the best <3 But this one is definitely something that Ortho should do suuuuper rarely.

#replies #headcanons #shroudcest

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t-0ne25 · 2 months

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[A] — THE LIBRARY

Okay. Distracting is always a good method to deal with unwelcome feelings. At least for some time. Sure, it is a bit destructive but for now it just feels like the least bit of a burden.

The library is less cramped than what you’ve expected, giving you a free seat right at the window which you quickly occupy. You put out the stuff you need to do a little repetition session for your economics class, getting ready to drown all your sorrows and worries in the study material.

Until you realise you’ve chosen a chair right across from one of the men you are desperately trying to escape from. Of course. You should have scanned your surroundings, you idiot.

And then he sees you.

“Minho? You’re studying too?” you ask him.

No, I am working on an evil plan to take over the world after you met with my roommate, he sarcastically thinks to himself but doesn’t speak out loud.

“Yeah, I wanted to. But I can’t seem to focus,” he confesses.

His eyes are filled with a bit of pain and your guilty conscience instantly shoots through your body, taking over you. Fuck. You didn’t even do anything with either of them—why is Minho jealous then? Does he perhaps like you more than a friend? Or is it something else? You should stop believing that whenever someone is in a bad mood it’s automatically caused by you.

“Why is that?”

He closes his eyes shut and his jaw clenches. The fact you don’t seen to notice is beyond him. But then again, he hasn’t talked to you about it. He wanted to. But then you disappeared after that massage he gave you and a day later he found you studying with his roommate. Inside Jisung’s bedroom. Doing God knows what.

“Can we go to one of the study rooms?”

Minho doesn’t know where his sudden confidence is coming from but he knows that he might perhaps not get another chance. He has to find out more about what happened between you and his friend. The jealousy is eating him alive from the inside and he hates being like this. He’s in no position to react that way, he’s aware of it, but he can’t think rationally whenever it’s about you.

“Sure.”

The two of you grab all your belongings and store it away inside your bags, before you get up and leave the library. Luckily, one of the study rooms close to where you are is empty and you get inside, throwing down all your stuff.

“So, what is it, Min?”

You’re standing in front of him, your arms crossed in front of your chest. You get the struggle, you really do. But you want to stop worrying too.

“Well, just many thoughts running around in my head,” he says, unable to say more. Minho is unsure if he should just get all those emotions off his chest that have been harassing him for some time now.

“You wanna talk… more?”

You’re already talking after all.

“I’m not sure if you’re the right person to talk this through,” he adds with an awkward chuckle, scratching his head.

“Why? Aren’t we friends?”

You’re confused now. You’ve always thought you could tell each other everything—even the ugliest and darkest secrets of all time.

Or is this perhaps about you?

“That’s the issue,” he says, his jaw clenching.

“I can’t follow…” you admit, shaking your head. Minho watches how your eyebrows are now scrunched together and he feels awful for having you step in the dark with the vague words that he only manages to let out.

He wishes he had the courage to come clean with you. Tell you about everything and anything. How he can’t stop having you run around in his mind, how the image of your smile is the first thing he sees in front of his eyes when he falls asleep and wakes up, how he can’t stop being near you as if his body is being dragged towards you like some magnet or two atoms that belong together.

What’s the worst thing that could happen?

Well, you reject him and get together with Jisung instead.

But what if you like both him and his roommate? Could his heart handle this? He isn’t so sure of that. His best friend means the world to him so all he wants is for him to be happy—with you or, hell, even with you and Minho. As crazy as it sounds for a cliché scorpio but he’d even share you with him.

However, for now Minho has to be the selfish one first.

“I like you more than just friends,” he finally confesses. “I thought you would have noticed. Especially after last night but I guess I was wr–“

“I like you too.”

You said it. You said it out loud. And it felt good.

“But you like Jisung too, don’t you?”

Minho doesn’t quite know why he needs to ruin that moment. Why does he even care when you reciprocate those feelings? But it’s his heart that is screaming for answers.

“I’m…”

“It’s okay, princess,” he reassures you. “I get it. I would have helped him with studying too.”

He gets a bit closer now, his hand reaching for your own. Intertwined with one another, he starts softly grazing over your fingers with his thumbs, holding you tightly as if you will vanish away if he doesn’t.

“We did actually study, I swear,” you say, your shoulders hanging low.

“I believe you,” Minho replies with a nod, before he scoots nearer and aligns his pretty lips with your ear while his voice turns into a whisper, “it doesn’t matter anyway because after all you’re here with me now, hm?”

You hastily blink, your heart skipping a few beats in the meantime. “You’re right about that, Min. You know, I’ve been thinking a lot about last night.”

A smirk makes it up to his face. “Ah, yeah? That makes two of us then.”

He shifts in his position, his lips now getting closer to your own until there’s only a centimetre of air lingering between the two of you for separation. It’s now or never, he knows that. You know that. A moment you’ve been waiting for for quite too long.

“Kiss me, Min,” you encourage him.

And his mouth smashes into yours, sealing your lips in the most passionate kiss they have ever received until this day. Your hands make it up to his neck when you throw your arms around him, as your fingers start playing with his hair.

Grunt and moans get forced out of his mouth while whimpers slip out of yours. You’ve never witnessed so many emotions spilling out of him at once but you guess that’s just the effect you have on him.

His tongue gets welcomed into your mouth, immediately finding your own and of course Minho has to fight for dominance. He wraps his arms around your body, the palms of his hands attached to your waist like glue, as if he is once again afraid of losing you.

Kissing him feels so good. It just feels right. As if your lips have been made to be pressed against his own. And then he pulls you even closer to him with so little strength needed, almost making you trip over your own feet but you guess it’s just your heart skipping another beat.

“Fuck– we should go home…” he whispers in between kisses but all signs indicate that he wants to stay here, take you right here in this room. At least that’s what you believe when he turns you around and hovers you on top of the table.

“Or we could… just finish what we started last night here and then go to your place, hm?”

The smirk on his face is even brighter than all the ones you’ve ever witnessed before. You’re also glad about the fact now that you’ve got this study room for you without any access for nosy eyes and a door that’s securely locked.

Minho positions himself right between your legs, his hands wandering down to your thighs now, massaging the soft flesh. He is a professional in your eyes after all. His mouth stays attached to yours since he’s unable to stop kissing you at this point.

Your fingers fly to his shirt, opening one button after another and he lets you. There’s nothing better in this world than having your hands all over him, that he is sure of.

“Touch me, Min,” you encourage him and he nods.

He separates his lips for a second from yours, only a string of saliva connecting the two of you now, before his hands slip past your skirt—that’s been driving him mad for weeks now whenever you wore that specific skimpy one to your study dates—and they start wandering upwards. You part your legs for him, giving him better access and within a few seconds, his fingertips are softly but yet so hungrily grazing over your damp panties.

He pushes the laces aside, not bothering to take them off. Minho has waited long enough and judging from all those little pleas that spill from your lips and the fucked out face that you already have, he doesn’t want to waist even another minute.

“N-Need more,” you admit.

Two of his fingers spread your pussy lips apart, before he dips them into your hole. You hiss at the sudden stretch but tell him to keep going. Minho starts thrusting his digits in and out of you, while his thumb starts playing with your clit.

He fills you so nicely, scissoring you open and preparing you for what you can’t wait for any longer. This is the moment you’ve dreamt about for weeks—if not more—and none of your delusional imaginations come even remotely close to the real deal.

Minho keeps pushing his fingers into you, even adding a third one while his lips stay on yours, another heated make out session following. He drives you closer to the verge of snapping, of tasting pure ecstasy. Closer and closer. And even closer.

Until he suddenly drags them out of you again.

“What… what was… Minho, why?”

“When you cum, you cum around my cock, princess.” His hands wander down to his jeans, as he starts fumbling with his belt. “I’m the one making the rules, baby.”

All you do is nod, truly hypnotised by his words when you watch his pants drop down to his ankles, pooling around them. Out of reflex, your hand reaches for his bulge, palming his now hardening cock through the fabric of his underwear.

“Get them off, Min,” you beg, tugging at the hem of his boxers.

He grins, “Hm, right here? You want me to fuck you right here while people on the other side of the walls are studying?”

“I… I can’t wait,” you confess.

“Let me grab a condom from my bag–“

You interrupt him, “It’s okay. I’m on the pill.”

He gives you a smile, absolutely grateful for the trust you have for him. The remaining piece of clothing falls to the ground too, your lips parting when you look at his now revealed cock. He’s pretty, a bit bigger than average but the perfect length for you. You watch Minho stroke himself, as he positions the tip right at your entrance.

“Then be a good girl, baby, and hold on tight,” is all he says before he slides right in.

You’re glad now that he’s prepared you so well, although your walls still tighten around him immediately. Once you give him a sign, Minho starts moving in and out of you at a rather slow pace.

“Fuck… you’re so fucking good at this, baby,” you praise him when he gets a bit quicker, pounding into your wet hole. Minho hopes you don’t notice how flustered he becomes when hearing the name you call him for the first time. He adores this way too much. Real-life-Y/N seems to be very similar to his dream-Y/N. She’s just simply better.

“And you’re taking me so well, Y/N,” he grunts, changing the angle a little so that he’s now hitting that certain sweet spot inside of you.

“Right there, Min, yes, right there,” you let out, not quite realising how loud you’re getting. Minho uses this as another excuse to kiss you again, drowning out your noises, while his thumb starts rubbing your clit again.

“‘M close,” you mumble against his mouth and he keeps going, thrusting into you with no mercy, until you fall apart. A soundless giggle makes it out of you, when you come undone, creaming all over his cock.

It only takes a few seconds for him to taste that sweet relief too, especially when you keep clenching around his length like this. Minho pulls out and hot spurts of cum splash all over your naked thighs, creating the prettiest painting on your skin.

When the two of you come back to reality again, he tugs his softening cock back into his boxers and pulls his pants up again. Minho brings some tissues from his bag and cleans you, while your face gets plastered with sweet little kisses.

“How about we go home now, hm? Talk some more? Perhaps with Jisung involved?”

Thank you lots for reading 🩷 ENJOYED THIS STORY? Go back to the main part and leave a comment, reblog or send an ask my way if you feel like it! I’d appreciate it so much. 🌷

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chirpsythismorning · 2 years

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I know it's sort of on the nose (eye), but...

Let's talk about the heart(s).

I realize a lot of fans dismissed this as reaching recently, and so everyone sort of shut up about it, but I can't let it go. Especially when acknowledging what is literally happening on the show itself aka YOU'RE THE HEART, has convinced me that none of this is reaching. In fact, I'm certain that the heart imagery in the California poster(s) was intentional and intended to foreshadow requited Byler in ST5!

HEAR ME OUT!

The Duffers, when asked about the significance of the s4 posters, got excited, saying that it was indeed foreshadowing done by marketing, only to shut up instantly, steering the conversation elsewhere.

A little bit before season 4 actually premiered, fans got these posters as promotion and started noticing the hearts in the trees fairly quickly. So, this isn’t something that was only recently discovered well after s4 premiered. No, this was something fans caught onto way before 'you're the heart' was even a concept we were aware of. And I think there's a reason for that, in that it was foreshadowing what was still yet to come.

So, for starters, look at each of these trees individually…

They all look like your basic, run-of-the-mill palm trees. They have texture to them, which makes them fairly unique like trees often are. They were designed for the eye to instantly qualify them as trees.

These TWO below on the other hand, follow a different formula.

These trees look like hearts, point blank. They are much more defined into a shape than they are meant to look like realistic trees.

One heart is on the left and one heart is on right in this poster (smack dab where the rule of thirds lies, might I add). The left heart is a little bigger and therefore easier for the eye to catch first, while the heart on the right is a little smaller and therefore harder to notice, but it’s there.

Now get ready, because what actually sort of sealed the deal for me, is that it’s obvious these two trees, are the exact same.

Here you can see I reverted the right heart horizontally, and yep... They’re the same. Even down to the little detail of the small tree accompanying both of them. You can clearly see they are the same image, just copy/pasted, shrunk a little smaller and reverted horizontally.

So what does this all mean…?

Well, a couple weeks after Vol. 2 dropped on July 1st, after rewatching the van scene a bajillion times, numerous fans started to notice a heart shape in the light of Will’s eye. And once you saw it, you couldn’t unsee it, especially in edits that enhanced the quality of the scene and made it even more prominent than how it looked in the show.

But the thing is, the heart doesn’t stay there the entire time in Will's eye. There’s moments where it’s bright and clear as day, and theres other moments where it's just barely visible. And I think that was probably necessary, otherwise it would have been a little too obvious. But it's still just subtle enough, and within the context of the conversation literally happening on screen, YOU'RE THE HEART!, that it's... wow. It's beautiful.

Even more interestingly, similar to the posters, while there is a more prominent heart on the left, that being the heart in Will's eye in this scene, his heart is also accompanied by a second heart to the right, which is also slightly less obvious, but it’s there, and it's in Mike’s eye.

There’s moments where it’s bursting or, to even fit the context of the scene, ‘falling apart” (it quite literally falls apart the moment Will says those exact words).

Yes, Mike's heart is a little smaller, it's less distinguishable. And there's times when you can't really see it at all, just like Will's, but it's there, all while Mike looks, dare I say it, in love?!?

The van scene took over half a day to film, and a lot of evidence points to the fact that there is way more going on in this scene than meets the eye. (Like the fact that Will's monologue in the van parallels perfectly to Mike's monologue at surfer boy pizza...)

"I know it's sort of on the nose"

NO ITS LITERALLY ON THE EYES, YOU EVIL GENIUSES!

This, on top of everything else???? Like, Byler is so inevitable at this point, there’s seriously no room for doubts anymore.

I also want to add that, fans noticed Lonnie (Will's dad)'s car in the background of the main Cali poster, and we also know the actor who played him attended the table read for season 4. Which means that this poster has another element to it that confirms it's indeed foreshadowing what is still yet to come in season 5, not just season 4... So it's not a reach to theorize about the significance here of Mike, clearly walking towards Will, while everyone else is walking forwards. After all season 4 was just the beginning of the end. And the posters are confirmed to have hints pointing towards endgame...

#you're the heart #without heart wed all fall apart #heart eyes #heart trees #byler #byler evidence #byler proof #byler endgame #byler theory #stranger things #stranger things spoilers #stranger things theories #stranger things theory #stranger things meta #stranger things 4 #stranger things 5 #stranger things 4 poster

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fullsunrise · 4 months

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Midnight Dare

Word Count: 1.5k

Pairing: Haechan x Original female character

Minor Characters: Johnny, Mark

Genre: Humor, Romance

Warnings: Sexual themes (very suggestive), mentions of alcohol, Haechan has a big dick (oops)

A/N: Happy New Year! Here's a oneshot I manically wrote after reading a prompt posted here that says "Their friends dare them to kiss a stranger at midnight and they are just tipsy enough to actually do it."

“You know, it's actually really hard having such a fat cock,” He said, letting out a dramatic sigh. A few forced laughs and groans followed.

Tessa wasn't eavesdropping, but it was difficult to ignore him even from across the room. It was at least the third time that night she heard him mention his dick. It had to be on purpose, because he always brought it up the moment she was within hearing radius.

“Does this guy ever shut up,” Tessa said quietly to herself. Taking a swing from the bottle, a sour taste filled her mouth. Either the beer was clearly skunked or her body was having a visceral reaction to the man sitting on the couch a few feet away from her.

“Ah, there you are!”

As she turned her head to the familiar voice from behind her, her heart immediately dropped. She’s rudely greeted with Mark’s shit-eating grin and Johnny’s soft smirk. This pair never sits well with her, and Tessa can feel the beer rise up in her throat. Flashbacks from almost every single party in college came flooding back instantly. With these two, there was never a dull moment. They would always come up with a plan to make the night more interesting. It seemed they’ve never left their scheming ways behind.

“Why do you two look so happy? Finally get laid?”

“Actually, it's you who is going to get laid,” Johnny corrected her.

Operation “get Tessa laid” was apparently well underway, and she knew she couldn't stop them if they’ve already put their minds to it. Maybe it's best to just hear them out, she thought. How crazy would their idea even be?

“And why is that?”

“Cause we have a dare for you,” Mark adds, his smirk never faltering.

Tessa was never one to back down from a good dare. And what was the harm in acting like a bunch of college kids again, for old times sake?

“Hit me,” she replied, tilting the bottle again for another sip. The sour taste was still there. Tessa knew she needed a stronger drink than this to get through the night. She could pretend that she wasn't nervous, but Mark and Johnny didn't need to know.

“Okay so you know “Fat Cock” guy over there, right?” Mark gestured over to the couch, but Tessa didn't need to look. Regret bubbled up in her stomach and she thought her beer might come up any second.

“Unfortunately,” she muttered, waiting for him to get on with it already.

“Well it doesn't look like he's getting much action tonight, so we thought we could help him out,” Johnny continued where Mark left off.

“And where is my part in all of this?"

“At midnight, we dare you to give him a New Year’s kiss,” Johnny said, and she waited for the punchline. But it never comes, because the look on his face is one of sheer determination.

“So are you in?” Mark added, trying to make it come out as a question. But it was more like a command.

Ah, the illusion of free will. Tessa never really had a choice, because one of them always made sure not taking the dare was the worse option.

“Sure,” she said with a smirk, “You know I’m always in.”

Tessa tried to keep her false confidence from showing, worried that they might see right through her ruse. As she glanced at the couch, he was still there. No longer boosting, but instead smirking. As if he knew what was being conjured up right under his nose. She definitely needed another drink.

“That didn't take a lot of convincing,” Johnny noted, trying to bite back a laugh.

He was right, normally Tessa would fight a lot harder than this. But it was just a kiss, nothing more. Harmless.

“It’s the most tame dare you've given me since college,” She reminded him. He didn't respond, but instead simply nodded in acknowledgement. A comfortable lull in the conversation fell, and Tessa took this time to let the dare soak. It was going to be easy. As she started to formulate the plan in her head, Tessa was interrupted when the silence was broken.

“So why are you still standing here?” Mark questioned.

“It's not even close to midnight,” she quipped. “Plus, I’m going to get another drink.”

“You might want to reconsider doing that,” Johnny warned as he quickly checked his phone before clicking it off and shoving it back in his pocket. “It's t-minus two minutes until midnight.”

Only two minutes? Was her sense of time that altered? And how the hell was she going to pull this one off? No introduction, just kiss him and walk away like nothing happened?

“Oh, and let us know if he's lying or not,” Mark said in a tone that definitely was way too serious. Johnny let out a snicker, and her eyes went wide.

“Don't keep your hopes up,” Tessa narrowed her eyes before giving Johnny and Mark a disgusted glance. It was just a dare, but it felt like she was walking into her grave.

There he was, in all his glory. The man, the myth, the legend? He lounged on the couch, his arm draped over the cushions as he analyzed the crowd. Thankfully no one was around him. Tessa couldn't go forward with the dare with an audience. But that was incorrect. She did in fact have an audience of two and suddenly she could feel their eyes bore into her back. Were they waiting for her to crash and burn? Of course they were.

Without warning, the countdown around her began. Counting down her slipping sanity like a chanting cult. It was all so silly how easily embarrassed she was about a simple kiss. But there was no time to think. With her heart no longer trusting her brain to take control, her body seemed to move on its own accord.

As she sat down right next to him, her thigh pressing against his own, his attention was instantly pulled into her orbit. This close, she could see his deep brown eyes and how the light danced within them. He seemed shocked at first, but he quickly composed himself. As if he knew. As if he’d been expecting this.

Fuck. He was better looking than Tessa thought, then again she only peeked at him from afar. A safe distance. But safety was thrown out the window when she closed in on him, pressing her lips to his the second everyone cheered.

Shouts of “Happy new year!” rang throughout the crowded apartment, but time seemed to slow. His lips were unbelievably soft, melting into her own like a popsicle in the blazing summer heat. How could it be this warm in the winter? She could feel him bringing her in closer by her waist. Then a familiar heat started to grow between her thighs. It didn't take long until she wanted more and more.

A safe distance, what was that? Desire clouded her judgment as he deepened the kiss. It was tender, yet filled with need. Her body was on fire. Just as she was about to snake her hand up his thigh, to find out if he was telling the truth, he pulled away with a knowing smirk. As if he caught her red-handed.

“Happy new year,” she said breathlessly.

“What's your name?” he softly asked.

Was this the same guy from earlier? Mr. Fat Cock? She should’ve felt repulsed, but her body failed her. A warm heat crept up in her cheeks. Maybe it was curiosity that kept her by his side. She completed the dare after all, maybe she could indulge in her friends’ inquiry. Just for tonight. Because who was she kidding? They weren't the only ones who were curious.

“Tessa,” she told him, and waited for his reply.

“Pleasure to meet you, Tessa.” he said, and it felt like his voice was bewitching her. “I’m Haechan.” His smirk never left his face. He didn't say another word and left his eyes to speak for him. Like he was saying I know why you’re here, do you want to find out?

And like a moth to the flame, Tessa couldn't help but take his invitation. What was the harm in finding out if he was just bluffing? Haechan slowly rose from the couch wordlessly, his eyes never leaving hers. When he stretched his hand outwards for her to reach, Tessa took it without a second guess. Because there was no time for thinking. Not when he guided her through the crowd and down the hallway. She could only hear the distant laughter and conversations mixed with her loud heart beat.

No time for regret as he pulled her in the empty bathroom and cornered her between his body and the door. His arm raised above her head to shut the door as quietly as he could, like he was making sure no one suspected they had disappeared. The noise from the rest of the party was muffled, and Tessa wondered if they would be able to hear her cries of pleasure. Because when he pressed his body into hers for the second time that night, she could feel that he was definitely not lying.

#nct #haechan #nct 127 #nct dream #nct fanfic #nct 127 fanfic #haechan fanfic #nct dream fanfic #lee haechan #mark lee #johnny suh #haechan fic

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animeyanderelover · 1 year

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Can I request Daiki, Satori, Kuroo, Rouge, Urie, and Hitsuguya with an s/o who realizes that they are dating a yandere and decides to talk it out with them and at the end says as long as you do not kidnap me, hurt me, do not hurt my friends and family, and do not withhold cuddles. This is fine.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, obsession, possessive behavior, stalking, delusion, clinginess, manipulation, overprotective behavior, threats

This is fine

Kuki Urie

🖤He's not exactly flying under the radar with his particularly intense behavior, especially his jealousy, his protective and possessive side. Urie puts his darling above everyone and everything else, they are the only good thing left in this world for him. When you one day ask him to sit down with you, he has automatically a bad feeling. The words "we need to talk" are never a good sign in a relationship, his body language instantly grows tense yet he does as his s/o tells him and sits down. He's quiet at first although his jaw is clenched. Once you start to tell him that you've realized that his behavior shows quite obsessed signs, including his sometimes controlling streak and not even to mention his jealousy. He's quite adament to protest, Urie has pretty much deluded himself into thinking that all is done for your safety. He despises the direction this talk is going to.

🖤That is until you add to the beginning certain conditions you'd want him to follow and as long as he does, you're completely fine with his overbearing behavior. He shuts his trap for a while after and just gives you a indecipherable look before indignation flares up inside of him. As glad as he is that you didn't want to break up with him, he doesn't like the fact that you just put him in an archetype of the typical crazy Yandere. He likes to think that he is above something like that, he'd never hurt someone close to you and he'd rather die than hurt you. Obviously he denies it, he's delusional so of course he sees nothing as wrong. Just in case, Kuki keeps a closer eye on you the following days though, a bit paranoid that you might try to fool him. He doesn't try to cool his attitude down either, he stays the same.

Tetsurō Kuroo

⚫Kuroo can keep himself quite well under restrictions regarding his obsession, so much more because he is aware and feels partially guilty for it. You'd have to be a pretty good observer or catch him in one of his darker moments to get the idea that something is going on with him. Obviously he's worried when you ask him if you two can have a talk but he tries to remain relaxed as good as he can in the beginning. He's shocked when you admit that you've realized that he's a bit too obsessed with you though, you can see it on his face that turns for a short moment blank. Kuroo pretty much expects you to want to break up with him now, from a logical point he can understand it. He tries to brainstorm ideas though how to talk himself out of this situation. He's unable to let his sweetheart leave him just like that, is a bit scared what he might do then.

⚫He's even more shocked when you suddenly explain rules to him and that you'd like to stay as a couple as long as he follows them. Do you seriously try to make a deal with him right now in regards of his obsession? He's a bit amused, amazed and concerned about this. The lack of worries you have despite knowing the truth is a bit strange, he probably can't help but ask you if you're serious. When you nod, he can't help but laugh a bit awkwardly out of a lack of another response. Now that you know it anyways, he probably even opens up a bit more. Sure, he tries to tiptoe his way around certain topics but is at the very least honest when he tells you that he'll never hurt those you cherish or you. He's unsure and most likely observes you for a while after to see if you truly meant it. He reverts back to acting as normal as he can when with you though.

Satori Tendou

❤️He knows that he tends to be more creepy as it is so he is heavily insecure around you during the first few weeks in a relationship, tries to tone his clinginess and intimidating behavior when he's jealous or threatens someone down. Tendou has a severe fear of being left by you due to his overall strange tendencies so his heart drops for a short moment when you suddenly want to talk with him about something important. He's awkward and uncomfortable from the very beginning and once you dive into your observations, he wants to shrink away. He just assumes naturally that you want to leave him now since you think that he's creepy. Feels more and more ashamed of himself the longer you tell him what you've seen and deduced, he even starts to feel like crying a bit although he tries to push his tears back.

❤️The moment you make him the offer though, his head snaps back up and he just looks at you half-confused and half-hopeful. By the end he is weirdly happy and relieved and feels a bit ashamed for feeling this way. He shouldn't feel glad that you still love him and are fine but he can't help it. Tendou feels even weirdly flattered to know that you still love him despite his overall creppy and stalkerish behavior. He's still skittish and insecure, most likely more clingy just to be completely sure. Once Tendou has the intuition that you really meant what you said, he grows even more doting and sweet. His love multiplies somehow even more with the knowledge that you actually accept him as he is. He grows more secure and confident and it shows in his increasing affection he shows you. He doesn't have to hide his love anymore.

Daiki Aomine

💙Daiki is intense, he's not only highly protective but also very possessive, tends to be more vicious when someone messes with his s/o. He doesn't want to intimidate his darling though, acts very sweet when towards them although very touchy and affectionate. Whilst he is aware, he doesn't really care much about his behavior. He only wants you and keep you safe after all. He already has a conflicted look on his face when his s/o suddenly insists that they want to talk with him and the conflict only grows once you start talking about his intense behavior. Honestly, Aomine knew that there was a risk of being caught since he has troubles regulating his short and aggressive temper. He panics a bit since he absolutely can't allow you to leave him but his mind goes sort of blank when he tries to come up with an excuse. He knows it'll be hard to deny your words.

💙He's just very happy and glad when you actually admit that you're fine with his antics as long as he doesn't hurt you or your close friends and family. The tension just sort of leaves him and he reacts pretty relaxed after that. Aomine won't really worry that you're fine, just agrees with your offer even if he is more vehement to insist that he'd never lay a finger on you. Aomine grows more loving and affectionate to his darling after their confession as well, adores them only more for their acceptance. Momoi is likely to find out and is the only part concerned about Aomine's obsession and your indifference towards it but can't do anything since she wants both of you to be happy. He's never been one to hide this side of his really so he won't really try to be less intense either.

Rogue Cheney

🌑Rogue is especially careful about how he acts when he's with his darling precisely because he is all too lucid about his obsession. He's quite calm so he manages good even if he sometimes ends up being more manipulative when his protective side is triggered. He's a bit more introverted and shy in the relationship but still tries to make his darling as happy as possible. He keeps a neutral expression on his face the moment you want to sit down and have a word with him about something. He doesn't want to think about the worst case scenario instantly but when you start talking about his peculiar behavior that you've noticed, he starts panicking on the inside. It is the worst case scenario and he's shocked how much you've noticed, goes a bit pale and feels highly ashamed of you knowing so much. Blames himself for not being more careful too.

🌑Rogue tries to figure out something as fast as possible, is left dumbfounded though when you start making suggestions for him. He did not expect you to react so...lax about the whole ordeal of him being your stalker. He's concered, literally has a small talk with you after where he ends up asking you why you react so serene about this discovery. He refuses to feel completely happy even if he can't suppress his slight relief but is more conflicted the following days. Still unable to wrap his head around your chilled reaction, Rogue is a bit more warily than usual. He doesn't have to say anything against your rules since those are principles he wants to go by anyways but he doesn't know how to act with you now. You're quick to notice that and often have to reassure him. Despite still lingering guilt, he starts feeling more comfortable after a while though.

Hitsugaya Toshiro

❄️Toshiro is a mature person so he definitely knows about his unhealthy obsession regarding his s/o and it leads him to inner conflicts at times. He doesn't want to slip up anywhere even if he is more protective and more strict at times with his s/o but otherwise he manages to fly under the radar well enough. Stops doing whatever he was doing at the moment when his darling asks him for some time since they have something important to talk about. Your serious expression alarms him but he takes some time, even if he is doing some work at the moment. The look on his face is even more serious than the one of his s/o and his eyebrows only furrow more when you start talking about his sometimes more controlling behavior. He's somewhat disappointed that you still noticed despite his best efforts to hide it, plots at the same time how to proceed now.

❄️Hitsugaya is perplexed the moment you start making offers to him, your previously serious expression melting away whilst he can only raise an eyebrow with a ever so slightly flabbergasted expression. He didn't expect you to be so laid-back about the topic, definitely asks if you've really fully grasped the situation regarding his obsession. Honestly, he's more confused than anything right now about your peculiar accepting behavior. The moment you actually admit to him that you still love him a lot, he tries his best to hide his flustered state. He shouldn't feel happy about this right now yet he still does. You both come to the same terms in the end even if this unexpected twist bothers him for a while after. There is this uncertainty that stays for a while with him, he's torn part between being relieved and a bit weirded out by your acceptance.

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watermelonsugacry · 2 years

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I can't get over this hc idea. But in This Is Us and they are laying on the airport floor, I like to imagine ynx1Dbandmember is using Louis or Harry has a pillow trying to block out the light and take a short nap.

Nonstop

anon: Hi Love! We're gonna need some This Is Us highlights with 1dbandmember!yn stat

A/N: I think I'm going to add onto this in parts going off of the movie so let me know which bit you want to see next!

MASTERLIST

The band just finished doing a show a mere couple of hours ago before being ushered into a Range Rover to be escorted to the airport. To say that everyone was exhausted was an understatement, so when they were told they had an extra thirty minutes until their flight was ready, the band lazily shuffled into the private waiting room to take a quick nap.

There’s only two love seats in the room and aside from a couple of regular chairs, there’s no other place to lay down comfortably.

One of the most common misconceptions that people make when they think about the boys is that they treat YN more nicely, with more caution or respect since she’s the only girl in the band. Well, as soon as they all walked into the private room, Louis and Niall quickly shoved passed her to call dibs on the only two couches.

YN, too lazy and tired to try to pull them off their seats, she drops her backpack on the floor with the rest of the boys and tries to get comfy.

While everyone else is able to fall asleep pretty instantly, Harry peaks a sleepy eye open at the sound of rustling next to him. He sees YN shift over, pushing and pulling at her backpack before laying her head on it to only do it again with a frustrated sigh.

“Lovie?” He rasps out while knuckling at his eyes. She gives him a sorry expression, frustrated with herself that she woke him up too. She just wants to sink into a fluffy bed, with the softest blankets, and just fall asleep.

“Sorry, just go back to sleep.” YN whispers with a dismissive wave of her hand as she already accepts the fact that she’s going to have to stay up. In turn, she’s met with Harry opening up and laying down his arm on the ground towards her. Aside from Louis, Harry knows more than anyone how much she isn’t a physical-touch type of person. She likes her own space and would rather hear nails scraping against a chalkboard than to cuddle someone while sleeping (her words, not his).

But YN was desperate to get some shut-eye after a full day of meetings, press, recording some song bits for the new album, and a show. A part of him had a feeling that she would roll her eyes at him, push his hand away and turn back over to stubbornly refuse his offer.

So after giving his extended arm a glance, he’s pleasantly surprised when she scoots herself close to his side. “I-I kinda dunno how to do this.”

Harry’s only seen YN nervous about a couple of things: an important performance, an awards ceremony, their new album or single dropping. And even then, it’s hard to even tell that she's anxious because she hides it so well. She’s a fire-cracker, so full of energy and confidence that it’s hard not to feed off of it. So when he sees her get nervous over something personal, something so intimate as cuddling (an activity Harry considers to be all too familiar with), he gets a bit nervous himself.

Not to mention that the way she looks at him with her sleepy eyes, hoodie up and over the top of her head, looking like the cutest thing he’s ever seen in his 19 years of life, his heart just might burst. It certainly doesn’t help his growing crush on her from these past couple of years.

“S’okay. Just put yeh head here.” He lazily taps his shoulder, both from his sleepy state and trying his hardest to keep his cool at the fact that she’s actually going through with this

So without another word, YN slowly lays her head on his shoulder with her hands clasped together to her chest. He lets her test out the waters of this new experience before he gently rubs a hand on her back, careful not to push her away from ever making her want to cuddle again. With his eyes still shut, it takes everything in him to hold back his smile when he hears her breathing even out as she finally succumbs to slumber.

Harry’s suddenly hyper-aware of every part of his body that she’s touching: the way her balled up hands go limp against his side, her bent knees barely grazing the side of his thighs, her forehead against his jaw. He tries to calm his racing heart or else she’s sure to wake up from the sound.

20 minutes later as Paul, their tour manager (and basically father), comes into the room to retrieve the band, he finds everyone fast asleep. He almost has the heart to let the teenagers sleep for another hour. Especially when he sees Harry and YN on their sides facing each other, her face barely visible from being deep in the crook of her band mate’s neck with his arms fully wrapped around her.

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intergalacticaquarium · 2 years

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Despicable headcanons for eddie munson

Terrible and (sfw) filthy headcanons for eddie munson that make him my dream man

None of this is ironic

- wears all those layers bc he gets cold really really easily and every time he starts to shiver and his teeth start to chatter at like 50 degrees he is completely humiliated

-only remembers to brush his hair about once a week. Usually he just kinda pats it down until it's the right shape. The mats add volume

-DEFINITELY cuts his own bangs

-either got arrested when he was like 17 and booked it into the forest and hopper was like whatever dude I'm busy and he broke the handcuffs in a very stupid and dangerous way

-OR he just found em in the woods bc as somebody that lives near a lot of woods sometimes you find weird shit in there. One time I found super old car with bullet holes in it.

-speaking of yknow sometimes ur in public and you'll see a piece of clothing or a hair tie or a water bottle that somebody obviously left behind and you know not to touch it bc gross? Eddie doesn't know not to touch it. He touches it and picks it up and takes it home and fucking might wash it and definitely wears it

-found his vest on the side of the road in a puddle and took it home like a Charlie brown Christmas tree

-gets no bitches sorry girlies. Extremely surprised to get one bitch but she's a slug woman too so it's tru love. First and foremost what he wants in a partner is for them to be the type to also eat dry cereal by the fistful

- if he scrolled thru the Eddie x reader tag and read the descriptions he would be terrified and would need to look up a lot of terms and would need to go lie down for a second after all that information

-calling Eddie on a bluff is extremely easy and extremely satisying

-full of love

-cries really easily but sometimes that's bc his eyes are huge and it's windy and he's been sitting in the dark for a long time

-has waaaaay too lax a policy on what's OK to eat after you drop it on the floor

-has really bad undiagnosed untreated adhd. Cannot focus unless he's invested, will say the first thing that comes into his brain and regret it instantly and its either something wildly off topic or a response to something you said 3 minutes ago

-sometimes absentmindedly chews on his hair and it gets hard on the ends. To his credit he knows that this is gross

-hey why am I getting turned on writing this thats weird right

-you'd expect him to have like a million stupid fancy bongs that he won't shut up about but actually he has like 4 and only uses one and it's the fucking grodiest yellow tinted black bongwater that hasn't been changed in ages resin inside that looks like fuckin bushes bong you have ever seen and will not use it. One time you steal it and clean it out with an entire bottle of rubbing alcohol. It's still kinda gross when ur done and he genuinely would silently hold it against you for years

-uses his jeans as a napkin

-can't remember the last time he washed his jeans. Says you're not supposed to wash them but put them in the freezer. He does not put them in the freezer either

-smells like cigarettes. This one isn't sexy its just gross if somebody smokes weed and cigarettes they smell like cigarettes if somebody wears cologne and smoke a certain number of cigarettes that is all they smell like and it's kind of overwhelming until you literally air out and febreeze his whole fucking trailer and wardrobe to put a dent in it

-he got those holes in his jeans by falling over onto concrete really hard while trying to carry like 20 things at once inside

-very strangely patchy chest hair

-insomnia and watches a lot of infomercials because of it

-sometimes tastes things that aren't food if he's curious and nobody's around. One time he did lick a frog and it tasted weird and it was bad but he will always know what it tasted like so who's to say if it was a success or not

-laughs at horror movies but gets scared and jumpy for the rest of the night

-eats like an animal or Brad pitt in an oceans movie. If he can eat it with his hands by the fistful he will.

-I wonder if anybody can get which of these are autobiographical and how badly I'm giving myself away rn

-sometimes says and does things he saw his metal musician idols doing without knowing what they meant and being confused when confronted

-has AT LEAST one very badly scarred stick n poke disaster

-there are a lot of these and I honestly could go on probably indefinitely so I'm gonna stop now but every time I read a fic where he's too sexy and fuckable I'm gonna add 2 more to balance it out.

-one last one the wallet chain isn't for fashion it's for fashion AND bc he loses his wallet a lot

#stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x oc #eddie munson headcanons #stranger things headcanons #its 1 am i woke up at 530 and i feel unhinged rn #and weirdly motivated to download tinder again #unfortunately my inexplicable attraction to soaking wet and slightly pitful men does not extend to real life #that would make things too easy #unless they do it in a very specific way and im back in #and that way is to have greasy long hair and wear a cool jacket OOPS

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woso-fan13 · 1 year

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1. ‘Do You Know How To Take Care of a Sick Person?’

You texted Kelley and Emily at 8am to tell them that you wouldn’t be coming to practice. After avoiding it for so long, the bug making its way through the team had finally caught up with you. You had been up half the night, hunched over the toilet. The rest of the night was spent restlessly on the bathroom floor. In the morning, you finally managed to drag yourself off the cool tile and into your bedroom, sending a quick text before falling asleep.

Kelley and Emily were freaking out after they got your message. You texted “not coming practice,” of course they were worried about you. You always texted in full sentences and gave way too many details, something must be wrong. So they packed overnight bags before heading to practice.

After practice, they quickly make their way to your apartment. They don’t bother knocking, letting themselves into the dark room. They navigate easily through the hallways, finding their way to your room.

There they saw the problem. You were “not coming practice” because you were sick. And Emily and Kelley would be very bad team moms if they didn’t take care of you, so they divide and conquer.

Kelley locks the front door, knowing that nobody would be going out today. She then moves into the living room, folding the blankets and bringing your empty water bottles into the kitchen to throw in the dishwasher. Emily grabs a clean bottle out of your cabinet, filling it with a watered down Gatorade. She then grabs medications from your bathroom and leaves the two items by your bedside.

The two then reconvene on the sofa. Kelley pulls out her phone and starts putting a grocery order in, Emily chiming in with her thoughts. They thought back on the awful week when they had been sick, trying to remember everything they needed. More medicine is a must, an antiemetic and a fever reducer would be lifesavers. Cans of soup, crackers, popsicles. Drinks, of course, more Gatorade and ginger ale. The two then scroll through the rest of the website, trying to find you some comfort items. A new blanket and a stuffed monkey find their way into the cart. And maybe, just maybe, the two women debated getting a baby monitor. Deciding that it might be slightly overboard, they don’t add it to the order. After placing the order, the two flip the tv to a soccer game, happy to relax after a long practice. They also knew they likely had a few long days and nights ahead.

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The groceries had been delivered and put away by the time you managed to open your eyes. You see medicine and a drink by your bed and take it without even thinking about it. Where did it come from? What is it? How long has it been sitting there? It didn’t matter, you swallow it down quickly, hoping for any relief.

Noise and light seeps in from the hallway. You must not have shut off the tv last night, in too much of a rush to get to bed. You gather all the strength in your body to get upright, sitting at the edge of the bed for a minute to allow the dizziness to pass. Once you have adjusted, you stand up. Slowly, you make your way out to the living room.

Still half asleep, you reach for the remote on the coffee table, shutting the tv off. You’re about to trek back to your room when a voice protests.

“Hey, I was watching that!”

“Emily?” you ask, trying to place the voice.

“Yeah buddy, I’m here. Kelley is too, she just ran to grab drinks.”

As if on cue, Kelley walks back into the living room, doing a double take when she sees you.

“Good morning kid! How are you feeling?”

You know the answer instantly, “bad, I’m sick. You guys shouldn’t even be here, I’ll just get you sick and then Coach will be mad at me for missing practice and for getting you guys out too.”

By the end of your rant, you were so sick and so worked up that Kelley had crossed the room to grab ahold of you. Leading you to the sofa, she settles you down in the middle.

“Honey, relax. We’ve already had this, remember when we were out a few weeks ago? It’s okay. Em and I are here, and we’re not leaving. You just get better, we’ll handle the rest.”

“Are you sure? You don’t have to do this. I know you’re Captains but this isn’t in your job description,” you check with them. You don’t want them to feel pressured to do this.

Emily joins in now, pulling the blanket off the back of the sofa and tucking it around you as she speaks. “Y/N, listen to me. We are not doing this because we feel obligated to. If we didn’t want to be here, we wouldn’t be. We weren’t with the rest of the team when they were sick because that’s not our job as captains. We want to take care of you because we love you.”

You sniffle, giving in to the care you so desperately want, “okay. Love you guys too.”

You feel a hand on your head, checking for a fever. Kelley’s, judging by the voice. “We love you so much. And we have a whole schedule of sick things planned”

“Do you guys even know how to take care of a sick person?” You ask, partially joking and partially curious.

Emily laughs, “I guess we’ll find out.”

#uswnt #uswnt x reader #uswnt imagines #uswnt woso #uswnt players #uswnt imagine #woso imagine #woso soccer #womens soccer #woso #uswnt reader #woso x reader #reader insert #woso imagines

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no-longer-humin · 1 year

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Bsd Men Comforting you after your fav character died in your book/tv series

A/n: ⚠️SPOILERS FOR TBHK⚠️ I learned my favorite character died on his mom’s birthday *cough* Mitsuba and one went missing on his birthday *cough* Tsukasa so I wrote this

Characters: Dazai, Atsushi, Rampo, was going to add Junichiro and I might in the future but for now it’s these three

Dazai

Truth be told he doesn’t know how to react. Like it’s not a real character he can’t tell you ‘their not real what’s the big deal’ cause the gods know that would probably make you kick him out. At first he chose to leave you alone, and after a little while you left the room to get some water, so he decided to talk about it.

“Hey hun what happened?” He asked, grabbing your wrist before you could walk away.

“Nothing, it’s…it’s fine,” the lie would’ve probably worked if your eyes weren’t all red and puffy from crying, but regardless he pulled you into a hug.

“You don’t have to tell me but I still have every right to be concerned about you,” he said hugging you tighter.

“No really Dazai it’s fine, my favorite character died that’s all.” You forced a smile, testing how far you could stretch this lie.

“ ‘m not letting you go ‘til you stop crying,” he mumbled, pulling you over to the couch. You let out a small chuckle but didn’t protest.

“I still expect you to talk to me when you calm down a bit.” Apparently changing his mind from his previous statement. You didn’t protest while the two of you just sat their as your breathing slowly returned to normal and the tears slowly stopped. Gods you were so lucky to have a man like Dazai.

Atsushi

Poor tiger boy immediately wanted to know what happened, it hurt him to see you crying. So it wasn’t a big surprise that he showed up in your room, after seeing you shut the door with tears streaming down your face.

“Hey, are you okay?” He was hesitant to ask and regretted the sentence when you glared at him. “Sorry, sorry, I’ll go,” he began mumbling apologies. You got off the bed and grabbed his arm.

“You can stay , I’m just upset,” you reassured him. He looked at you concern written all over his face.

“Are you upset with me? If so I’m sorry for whatever I did,” he began rambling again, before you cut him off.

“You didn’t do anything, promise. It’s honestly a stupid reason,” you said nervously rubbing the back of your neck.

“If its bad enough to make you cry it’s not stupid,” he knew it was cheesy but it’s true if it makes you cry then it obviously matters.

“Okay fine, of your gonna interrogate me about it. My favorite character died okay that’s it I told you it’s a stupid reason.” You turned away from him more tears forming in your eyes. “You can leave now,” you mumbled, expecting him to leave you laid back down on the bed and curled into a ball.

“Not happening,” he said barely loud enough for you to hear. As he made you sit up and pulled you into a hug. “I’m not leaving until you stop crying,” he said firmly, even when you tried to pull away from him he didn’t allow it he just pulled you tighter against him, and you gave up after a while.

He did make you talk to him about it once you calmed down, and he made sure you were okay before leaving like said he would. Don’t worry he came back a little while later he just had some work to finish up.

Rampo

He figured it out instantly. Why you were crying, how the character died, exactly what point they died, ect. He opted to let you calm down for a bit. Truthfully he wanted to finish his snack, and didn’t feel like getting up at the moment (lazy ass bastard💀). Honestly though you preferred that, you were able to process everything, and calm down a bit before you left the room, going to grab some water(idk bout y’all but crying makes me thirsty). “Hey you alright, and before you say nothing happened I already know so just answer honestly,” he called from the couch.

“Gods I hate you sometimes.”

“You love me sweetheart don’t lie, but answer the question.”

“Ugh fiiiiine, no not really, I mean after all my favorite character died,” so what if you said it angrily you had every right, Rampo chose to ignore you even though he knew damn well what was going on.

“C’mere your staying with me, AND I’ll share my snacks.” You may as well have teleported to the couch with how quickly you got there. But I mean c’mon he promised to share his snacks soooo it’s a win win for you.

#bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #dazai x reader #atsushi x reader #ranpo x reader #bsd dazai osamu #bsd atsushi #bsd rampo #osamu dazai #nakajima atsushi #edogawa ranpo

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stolenoc · 7 months

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Villainous Nights Fanfiction

Like fully two years ago I started writing a Villainous Nights AU where MC got recruited by Optimus before the Syndicate found her. I've stopped writing it, but I've always liked this scene and I'm sick of scrolling past it in my wips and being sad it won't be used, so here it is.

3500 words, MC x Juliette (Monarch & Bat too, I guess)

When I glance at the screen, it's to find an incoming call from one of my contacts- specifically, from Bat.

I'd be the first to admit I've been pretty forgetful lately- How could I not be? Thanks to all the hit and run attacks the Syndicate have been making lately, I’ve been basically working nonstop. I’m tired in a way that sleeping doesn’t even fix but, even so, I’m pretty sure I would remember saving one of the guys who are trying to kill me as a contact.

Did he like, hack into my phone and add this? Is that a thing you can do? I guess it's probably a thing he can do. His name is listed as "Bat- Just wanna talk", which is… well, it’s in character for him, if nothing else. He does like to talk.

After taking a quick, guilty glance around to make sure I'm mostly alone (I'm not strictly sure if I'd be allowed to accept calls from the people the company is actively at war with), I answer the phone, heart pounding in my ears.

"Hey, Monarch," says Bat, even now sounding as awkwardly, inappropriately casual as ever.

I scoff. It's an angry sound, and I realise that I am angry. How dare he know who I am? We had such a good thing going, the Syndicate and I. It was like a game- A high stakes game that sometimes resulted in broken bones but, you know. It felt like there was respect there.

"You might as well just use my real name," I say, and it comes out as a growl through my gritted teeth. "What's this about, dude? Just trying to scare me? Because congrats, yeah, it's working."

A sudden intake of breath. Then, "No- no, Monarch, uh... Lana. This isn't a threat- okay so, in retrospect? I can see how this-"

"Oh, it's not a threat?" I hiss. "That's funny, because I am feeling exceptionally threatened. I swear, Bat, if the Syndicate goes after my-"

"The Syndicate doesn't know who you are, Lana!" he says, cutting me off. "I do. Just me. I haven't told anyone else. I really do want to talk, just the two of us."

Well. Okay. That shuts me up. I take a moment- there's just a lot to unpack with that. Bat knows who I am, and is calling me "just to talk", and wants to keep the rest of the Syndicate out of it. I... can probably work with this.

Toning down the aggression a notch, I say, "So, what is this, then? Are you looking for a job, Bat? Should I put you through to HR? There’s a couple positions open, actually."

I regret making the joke instantly- that particular wound’s still pretty raw for me- but Bat does laugh. He says, "No, I'm good, thanks. And I'm no turncoat- the Syndicate knows I'm calling you, just not who you are."

"Wait, so you're saying that they know that you know- and they're okay with you keeping it a secret?" I ask, dubiously. "Even Murderpants McKnifeguy?"

Bat snorts. He says, "They're... well, they can't do much about it, really. I'm kinda irreplaceable? They love me for my big genius brain and stuff. But yes, Falcon is extremely pissed."

"Yeah, I bet."

"It helps that I'm kinda keeping away from them, also," he admits. "Full disclosure? Everyone's shouting at me today, it completely blows. But that's not why I'm calling you."

Even though every suspicious instinct Optimus drilled into me is telling me to hang up, to go tell Rene or someone about the intrusion, to run screaming to Juliette's apartment to make sure she's okay, I have the strangest urge to just give Bat a chance.

It's true that he's always seemed a little different to the rest of his team. He rarely makes an appearance in person, and only seems to fight under sufferance- he's treated almost like a consultant. Could he have different goals? Goals that don't involve spearing me with ice lances or burying me under tons of rock?

I say, "Okay, I'll bite. What's this about?"

"I'd like to meet with you in person," he says, after a long moment of hesitation. He quickly amends, "In costume, obviously. Both of us. We can make it look like an accident during one of your patrols."

Oh, that sounds safe. I ask, "What's wrong with talking over the phone? And also, why would I keep this a secret from Optimus?"

"I want to give you something, and I need to make sure you actually get it," he says, then he chuckles a little nervously. "And as for the secret thing… You don't have to, but I'll be meeting you alone. Ideally, Scarlet Brighid won't show up and break my spine. I'd like it if we could both trust each other, here."

Ironically, the grisly description helps me relax. He's not wrong- even if he's lying through his teeth, I'm the one with the army of megacorp superheroes as backup. But if he's telling the truth… No, I can’t risk letting Scarlet show up to do her thing. Enemy or not, I don't want the man dead.

And so, just under an hour later, I make a tiny alteration to my patrol path, with Rene's permission. I started a little late, so I'm in a little bit of a rush- the second I cut the connection with Bat, I called Juliette to make certain that she was completely fine and un-kidnapped, and I ended up soaking in the reassurance of her voice for a bit longer than I should have. I wanted so badly to just tell her why I was freaking out, but...

Well. Lying to her sucks, but lying to Rene is starting to come pretty naturally. The trick is tying the lie to something vague that they can't reasonably predict- for example, it's easy for me to just tell them that I'm 'checking out some unusual activity' as I pass the location that Bat specified, a construction site that's nice and quiet.

It's a tall building, probably fated to be some big office space once the walls are filled in and the scaffolding ends up wherever scaffolding goes after it's finished its job. I could use it to climb to our meeting point, on the building's roof- but flying is only getting easier with each day of training. It's getting to the point that I might just stop walking altogether.

It only takes a minute, and I'm touching down on- not actually on a roof, exactly, because there's pillars sticking up all over the floor that are clearly intended to eventually hold up a ceiling. I resolve to think of it as the ‘top floor’, rather than ‘the roof.’

Bat's already waiting for me, far away from the building’s edge- and he's not looking so good.

"Bat? You doing alright?" I ask, feeling unexpectedly concerned as I jog to his side. He's bent over double, panting audibly even through the mask. He holds up his hands as I approach, as though to fend me off.

"I'm... good..." he says, between desperate huffs of air. "Just... just got here, too... Underestimated... hah... how long it'd take to... to climb all those stairs…"

He looks up at me, still breathing heavily. His digital faceplate displays an emoticon I haven't seen him use before- a pained expression, with a semicolon sweatdrop running down its face.

It's only then that it really clicks with me that Bat's just.. some guy. An extremely smart 'just some guy', granted, one with an interesting power and access to a lot of very cool toys, but he's not like Scarlet, or even Marquis. He's not like the rest of the Syndicate. He's not like me. I could flatten him to paste right here, right now, without even breaking a sweat.

I swallow, hard. Somehow it hadn’t occurred to me before now that just having powers doesn’t by itself turn you into a superhero, or supervillain. When, then, had I made the change from ‘just some girl’ to ‘Monarch’?

Welp, that's a thought for the vault. I just say, flatly, "The Syndicate could really use a flier or two, huh?"

"Oh you have no idea," he says, finally straightening up. His faceplate displays anger, now, but his tone is joking as he says, "You have it so easy, you know that? You never have to touch a stair again."

"Eh, flying has its ups and downs," I say, and even stressed as I am, I can't help but giggle when Bat's faceplate goes completely blank in protest. I have to admit, he's always fun. I say, “And you seriously didn’t bring the whole gang with you?”

He looks around, demonstratively holding out his hands. “I’m the only one here, right? Paranoid much?”

The flippant response really bothers me, for some reason, and I feel that spike of anger again. I say, bitterly, “Well, I guess I have reason to be paranoid. Apparently, I’m awful at keeping secrets. For all I know, my real name is gonna be trending tomorrow.”

He swaps his digital emotion again, this time signifying laughter- but he doesn’t laugh, himself. God, I bet you could write a book on the nuances of Bat’s expressions. He says, “You? No way. You’re great at secrets."

Then, after a beat, he continues, "That is, uh- I peeped your social stuff, you know- Facebook, Twitter, Yelp reviews, etcetera. You look so normal it’s boring.”

“Then how-”

“It was, um. Kinda an accident, honestly,” he says, displaying a blush. “Don’t tell anyone, but I work at Optimus-”

“You work- what?” I interject, dumbfounded. “No, you don’t. At this point, I’m willing to bet cash that Optimus is tracking my periods- you’re not hiding nightly corporate sabotage from them.”

“Hey, does it bother you a little that your opinion of Optimus has gotten so low that you just automatically assume they’re committing unforgivable violations of privacy?”

“It bothers me plenty,” I admit, with a shrug. “It sucks, but that’s corporations for you.”

Bat shakes his head. “Wild. Anyway, I don’t get screened, for the same reason Scarlet Brighid doesn’t get screened. I’m above suspicion.”

That’s absolutely terrifying. I say, “If that’s true, then you’d have to be a board member, or something. Couldn’t you just talk to me directly?”

A big X flashes on the faceplate. Bat says, "Negative. If you think being high on the food chain means nobody will try to eat you, then you’re not suspicious enough. Case in point: I bet you didn’t even know about all the mics on your suit.”

I blink.

"My what?" I ask, genuinely mystified. "Bat, I don't have a-"

"You have thirteen microphones on you right now- I’ve been jamming them since before I called you." Bat cuts me off, and starts pointing at seemingly random parts of my costume. "There, there, there- that zipper there’s actually got a camera in it, not that Optimus would ever use the footage for transparency-"

I bat his hand away, irritated now. I've trusted him this far, but he could easily be just talking out of his ass. I just say, "I'm still on Optimus's side, Bat, even if they're invasive and weird. If you've called me here with the exact same 'Oh, Optimus is totally evil, trust us instead' pitch Wolf’s always trying on me, then I’m gonna get back to work."

"No, that's fine. I'm not asking you to trust my word," he says easily, before pulling something out of the pouch at his waist. It's a lanyard- the same style that important guests at Optimus tend to wear. Hanging from it is a keycard. He holds it out to me, and the card dangles there between us. "I'm asking you to trust this."

I take it, and rotate it in my hands. It's just plain white plastic- I have an identical card in one of my own pouches, since Optimus doesn't exactly go around writing things like 'SECRET SUB-LEVEL SIX ACCESS' on its keycards. I ask, dubiously, "And this tells me... what? Why do I want this?"

A cheeky smile lights across Bat's faceplate. He says, "You know how I'm sorta just, all up in Optimus's business? All the time?"

I roll my eyes. "Yeah, yeah, you're super cool. You've aged Paris Optima about twenty years with all the hacking, by the way, she hates you the most."

"Ah." The smile fades, replaced by a blank darkness. "Ouch. But um, anyway, I've read most of your chat logs with her-"

"Creepy."

"-and I know you've been cautioned, repeatedly, for asking about a particular room on Basement Level 10. It's down the end of a long hallway, no number on the door? Is that ringing any bells?"

At some point I started gripping that keycard very, very tight. I look down at it now, and feel my pulse quicken with equal parts excitement and dread. I say, "You're kidding, right? Not even Scarlet Brighid gets in there, she told me herself."

"Optimas only," Bat breathes it like a prayer. He's looking at the keycard very intently- or at least, I guess he is. His face is kinda angled towards it? "All-access- or at least, close enough. The right person could do a lot of damage with that keycard."

It was pretty obviously the wrong thing to say, and the way he straightens right back up tells me he realises that too. I pocket the card, then say, shaking my head, "You know what, you're probably right. If this belongs to an Optima, I need to take it to one. Like right now."

"Lana, wait, listen-"

"Where did you even get it?" I demand, taking a step back, wary of any sudden lunges. "No, don't answer that. Do you have any idea how much trouble I'd get in if I was caught using some bigwig's access card, Bat?"

He holds out his hands, placating. His faceplate stays blank, but I can hear something like panic in his voice as he says, "Yes, yes, I do- but I don't think you do, Lana, that's the problem-"

"It's not a big mystery, my guy! I'd get fired!"

"Fired?" Bat asks, with a laugh of disbelief. "They're not gonna- do you seriously think Optimus would fire you? The woman who can fight the entire Syndicate to a standstill on her own? You're irreplaceable, too."

Despite myself, I feel my face heat up at that description. I say, "That's... obviously a bit of an exaggeration."

"No, it isn't." In another context, those words might be an encouragement, or flattery- but Bat says them grimly, like he just thinks it's very unfortunate for me. "But that doesn't mean you're safe from them, it just means they have some other way to control you.”

I don't know what to say to that, so we just... stand there, staring warily at each other. I've heard enough to know I should just turn around and hop right back off the building, but... something in what Bat just said jolts out an old, forgotten memory. What was it that Marquis had said? Something about Optimus wrapping around you like a parasitic vine, controlling your every movement? I doubt she meant it literally, but…

Well, even if I've been acting the part in front of the Syndicate, I'm not just some corporate bootlicker. I said I trust 'Optimus', but that's not really true. I trust people in Optimus, the ones I know. I trust Rene, and I trust Scarlet. I trust Juliette, too, more than anything. If I rotate the thought around in my mind, I can even say that investigating the company isn't really betraying those people- really, I'd just be finding proof that the company deserves them. Right?

Or maybe I'm just looking for excuses to go somewhere I've been told I can't. I think that might be it.

Bat doesn't seem to mix well with silence. He buckles under the pressure, first by plastering a few new emotions on his faceplate (He settles on a tonally inappropriate smiley face- I guess this is how he forces a smile?), and then by saying, in a rush, "Look, if you're worried about getting caught, don't be. I'd be right there with you, and I can delete you from any logs you end up in."

I quirk an eyebrow. "You'll be with me?" I ask, doubtfully.

"I mean, uh. Digitally. You know. I'll be monitoring you, and inside the system," he says, and his mask becomes a blushy face. "And if what you find in that room doesn't convince you to listen, then... well, then we're done, I guess. But I wouldn't be here if I wasn't confident."

He closes the distance between us, and I let him. He holds out a gloved hand, and asks, "Whaddaya say? Frenemies?"

That's the last little nudge I need, and I won't pretend the fact that Bat's being a huge dork about this has nothing to do with it- I have a soft spot for dorks, as it happens. I clasp the proffered hand tight.

"Frenemies," I repeat, and we shake on that promise. A happy, pointless little thought occurs to me, and I say, “You know, if we’re ever not actively on opposite sides of a corporate war, there’s someone I’d really like to introduce you to.”

The handshake lingers, though not uncomfortably- this moment of truce is a soothing balm to the months of fighting each other, and I don’t think either of us want to be the one to end it. Plus, you know. I like Bat. We can hold hands a little if we want.

Finally, Bat’s faceplate changes- an angry face, again, though it doesn’t remotely match the cheer in his voice as he exclaims, “We’ve been frenemies for ten seconds and you’re already setting me up with someone? Is he at least cute!?”

“You have no idea,” I say, through a laugh. I let the hand drop, and fix the bright LEDs in Bat's mask with a stern glare. "But look, Bat, this isn't going to work twice. If this is just some kind of trick, I’ll…well, I won’t like you anymore.”

I meant it as a joke. There’s really nothing else I could do to him, revenge wise, or at least nothing I’d also be willing to do. And yet, Bat's response is completely sincere, his voice contrasting with the goofy, unchanged expression on his faceplate as he responds, “I know. I hope you can at least believe me when I say that I really, genuinely, do not want that.”

...Then he does change it, into a winky face, which kills the mood a little. I huff out a laugh and say, “Yeah, whatever, man. Listen, I have to go- they’re gonna wonder what I’m looking at.”

I take a few backward steps towards the edge of the roof (the building’s ‘top floor’, I correct myself internally), as Bat replies, “Yeah, it’s been a hot minute. When do you wanna do this?”

My foot lands on scaffolding, and I lean to take a peek over the edge of the building. It’s a long drop to the construction site below, maybe thirty floors. I say, “No time like the present, I guess. I’ve still got my patrol to finish- will you know when I’ve started?”

Bat shoots me a thumbs up. He says, “I can patch into your comm earpiece no problem, so we’ll be able to talk. Give me an hour, then just say 'hey'. We can go from there.”

I look at him a little dubiously. I have no idea where the dude lives, but just getting up here almost knocked him out. Could he even climb down and then get back to his secret bat-cave in time for that?

I gesture over my back with a thumb, and ask, “Do you, uh- do you want a lift down?”

He laughs, sounding just a little uncomfortable. Arms crossed, he says, “Um, no, I’m okay actually. Thanks.”

I insist, “You’re gonna have to climb all the way down. I can get you there in like ten seconds.”

“Or in like, one second…” he mutters, and he hesitantly joins me over at the edge. He takes a peek down at the street below, and shivers. “God, how do you do that?”

“It was scary at first,” I admit. I don’t mention that I still haven’t stopped having those nightmares where my power stops working mid flight and I plummet to the ground, because I’m not sure if that'd be much of a comfort. I step off the edge of the building, where I do not fall, but instead do a languorous midair twirl to face him (I can admit to showing off a little). I say, “Come on, you’ve seen me catch rocks big enough I think they technically count as continents. I can carry two people.”

Bat says, dryly, “Yeah, don't get Badger started on that. She says that fighting you just boils down to us finding fun new ways to give you ammunition.”

“What was it you said? You hope we can trust each other?” I ask, cutting through his nervous snark. I hold out my hand. "I’m not gonna make you, but- look, do you really think I’d just let you fall?”

"I know you wouldn't," he said, and he takes my hand, holding it tight.

#villainous nights #lovestruck voltage #lovestruck #lovestruck fanfiction

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v3nusxsky · 1 year

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Would you write a platonic Lesso X ever student!Reader fic?

R is autistic, and while nobody really is aware of what that means (since nobody has access to modern medicine), Lady Lesso picks up on it quicker since Nevers are trained to spit and see their enemy’s cues faster than they themselves do.

So when R has a breakdown or something, Lesso is the first to notice because she’s already picking up on the oddities. And from there it’s just her like bear hugging her or comforting her or something.

Oddball

*Authors note~ I'm going to base this off my eduction in this field and the fact I have a very special little fella in my life who is on the spectrum*

Trigger warnings~ Undiagnosed autism in fem r sensory overload?

Prompt~ see ask^^^

You always knew you were different from everyone else. It wasn't the usual difference of Never and Ever, although if that were the case you were considered to be on the side of the good. You found social situations difficult often not seeing the social cues which made it harder for you to make friends of any sort, that didn't bother you so much after all you much preferred your own company. You often tended to hyper fixate on subjects and you struggled to maintain eye contact. But being able to mask it rather well made it difficult for you be diagnosed with the little access to Morden medicine and newer medical terms.

As an ever, you were trained to be good and how to practically be a pretty princess. Never students were taught to spot the weaknesses in their enemies. That's how Lady Lesso could tell you weren't quite okay, a little oddball in the world of Nevers but far too sweet to be a Never. She saw how overwhelmed you become in social situations and how your obsessions would change every few months, your smile would light up when it was mentioned. Due to the schools merging it allows her more time to observe you.

You seemed okay, a little lonely but happy enough. Yet deep down you craved to be normal. Lesso wasn't the only one to notice your oddities, the Never students also saw how different you were. They would tease you and as much as it hurt you learned to accept it, after all the Ever students truly weren't much better.

One day you were having a meltdown, everything was extremely loud and bright and try as you might calming down wasn't working. You were shaking and overwhelmed as you attempted to breathe, the room spinning as you panicked. The students around you seemed to point and laugh at you which made things ten times worse. All you could do was curl up and rock yourself to try and self soothe yourself.

Lesso, was supervising when she spotted you with what is going on. She instantly made her way to you and crouched down to your level. "Lovely? Can I help you?" She murmured carful not to touch you or add anymore overwhelming actions to your situation. With a quick glare the students seems to disperse leaving just you and the Dean of Evil. You thought you'd be scared but truly you felt safe. You continued rocking yourself, gaze anywhere but her as your hands covered your ears in an attempt to combat everything. You even had your eyes shut and you were mumbling about your newest interest and asking for your weight blanket. Lesso wish she new what to do so she did the only think she knew how.

With a quick snap of her fingers your weighted blanket occurred and you instantly wrapped it around yourself, the weight already helping calm you down. It wasn't long before you were calm enough to notice her presence, "mm sorry I. Don't know what's happening" you mumbled, embarrassed really you tried so hard to mask your symptoms and only break down in the safety of your dorm, with all your safe comfort items. The fact you see apologising truly broke her heart. "You don't have to apologise my darling. If your feeling better we can go and find Clarissa?" She murmured before being interrupted by the Dean of good.

"Lesso? What has happened to my darling y/n?" She asked as she hurried over to kneel next to you both. Lesso explained how she had been watching you recently and you were having symptoms of a condition maybe not one this realm is aware of, perhaps it was time to reach out to Sophie and Agatha in Gavaldon. Maybe it was a condition in that realm. With a plan between you and the two Deans to reach out for more help you felt that maybe things would finally be a bit easier for you. Perhaps it was curable, perhaps not. But at least you'd know what was causing you to be the oddball of the school.

Word count~ 827

#fanfic #anon answered #lady lesso #sfgae #leonora lesso #lady lesso x reader #lesso x reader #lady lesso x you #leonora lesso x reader #lady leonora lesso #dean of evil #anon requested

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