#;D hi! sorry this is not an update anyone expected. but i was sitting on this idea since january lol

[mzzledmutt]

—GOOD DOG

starring.ᐟ dabi; touya todoroki x reader

synopsis.ᐟ you are a good dog, a good dog does whatever they're asked to do. isn't that right?

warnings.ᐟ SMUT, fem!reader, boot licking, boot worship, unprotected vaginal sex, d/s dynamics, excessive use of mutt + dog, degradation, praise, oral (m + f receiving), spanking, overstimulation, edging, multiple orgasms, collar + leash

word count.ᐟ 3.1k words

m.mutt 𐂯 this is a little nasty, i had an idea.

THERE’S no reason to look up.

You can feel the cruel, cerulean scowl staring down at your knelt, pathetic form. You don’t dare look up. Keeping your eyes focused on your hands which rested upon your thighs.

The concrete floors beneath you already beginning to bruise your delicate skin. Dabi is standing before you, the only thing in your sight is his heavy leather boots. The room is silent, only making you more unnerved.

“Eyes up.” Slowly, your head raises until you make eye contact. Dabi is clearly unpleased with you. His jaw is tense, eyes narrowed as he looks down at you. “You just can’t help yourself, can you?” His ragged voice is full of ice, something you expected.

Two weeks ago, on a Tuesday, Dabi suddenly brought up a mission. It was too casual, just relaxing on the couch before the announcement. You’re quick to begin crying, hugging around his waist as you plead with him. He doesn’t care for your cries.

Only rubbing your back with a roll of his eyes. “You act like ‘m not comin’ back.” He grumbled. He gave you the week to spend as much time with him and last Monday, it was time. He stood in the entryway, holding you close to his chest. Your fingers gripped his shirt, feeling as if he’d slip away at any moment.

With a final kiss to your forehead, Touya pulls away. “It’s only a week, dollface. I’ll be back.” Before he leaves, he runs down the list of rules he always gave you whenever he had to go.

Rule one, you were to stay in the apartment, it was too dangerous for you to be outdoors. This wasn’t a constant rule, you were allowed out alone and with company while he was home. While away, he couldn’t risk anyone getting ahold of you.

Rule two, you were to give him daily updates, at least four times a day. Although he has many ways to ensure your safety, it gives him a warmth in his chest when you send him a good morning text, describing your dream and how much you miss him.

Rule three, you were not to open the door for anyone. This rule had a few exceptions. Hawks and the league had specific knocks to confirm their identities. They were the only ones you were allowed to let in or speak to.

Rule four, you were to stay away from the ended and social media while he was away. Mainly his way of ensuring you don’t see any of the atrocities he may commit. 

Rule five, you were not allowed to touch yourself. No toys, no fingers, no pornography. Nothing.

He was incredibly disappointed when inspecting his cameras in a run-down motel room. Watching as your hips twitched and ground against a pillow, sugary moans spilling off of your lips.

The same disappointment was all over his face. “I’m sorry—!” His rough hand grabs your cheeks, startling you. “Did I ask you to speak?” You shake your head, eyes welling with tears. “So, why’re ya’ talking, dog?” You stay silent, pout on your lips and tears in your eyes.

His icy blue eyes scan over your face, smirking when he locks with your watery eyes. Your face is forced to the side as he pushes you away. “I do everything for you. Everything to keep you safe and you can’t follow one simple fuckin’ rule.”

Dabi crouched down to pick up the heavy chain attached to your matching collar. He tugs you hard, throwing you off your balance as you’re forced to crawl behind him. You’re led to your bedroom where he sits on a chair and you stay on your knees.

He clears his throat, shuffling in his seat. You look up at him wide-eyed, awaiting your order. “You’re gonna work for my cock, you understand that?” You nod. “Speak up.”

“Yes, I understand.”

“Good, doggy.”

“Now, get to work.” Dabi pushes his right boot forward. You look up at him, unsure if you were misreading his command. He tilts his head down, wordlessly awaiting your obedience. Slowly, you lean further down to the floor.

The scent of earthiness, metal, and leather fills your nose. He adorned thick, black leather, steel-toed boots. Your personal favorite in his collection. The boots were intimidating on the man, making him appear taller and much rougher.

You're hesitant as you stick your tongue out, slowly swiping across the material. “Good, doggy. Keep goin’.” His praises encourage you, allowing you to become more comfortable as your tongue laps at the leather.

Dabi's expression hasn’t changed since he entered, his eyes only softened as he watched you clean his leather. His left hand creeping to squeeze his hardening cock, throbbing beneath his jeans.

“This is where you belong, isn’t it? On your knees with my boot in your mouth.” You stare at him wide-eyed. “I asked you a question.” The chain is pulled taut, squeezing your collar around your throat.

“Yes! This is where I belong, sir.” You cry out, at the sudden asphyxiation. 

You’re focused on pleasing him, trying to force away the dull throb in your panties. Tongue dragging across ash and blood, spit shining the black leather. “Off it.” You stop with a whine, sitting back on your haunches. 

You pull away, a trail of spit stuck to the leather and your lips. “Oh, look at you. S’fuckin’ pretty.” Dabi caresses your cheek before hooking his thumb into your mouth. You suck in the digit, holding blurred eye contact as your tears continue to flow. A taunting smirk is spread over his scarred lips.

“Stop your cryin’, mutt. I’ve hardly done anything to you.” That was true. Dabi could be much meaner if he truly wanted to be, he was just toying with you for a moment. Relishing in the tears that roll down your chubby cheeks.

“I want you to ride it. Take those pretty panties off and ride my fuckin’ boot.” You follow his orders, slipping the soaked fabric down your thighs and off onto the floor. Dabi’s hand cradles your cheek so he can watch your fave contort in pleasure as your clit makes contact.

Your hips twitch as you whimper, your hands gripping his hips to balance yourself. “M’yeah?” Dabi teases. Your hips swivel along the boot, stimulating your throbbing clit. Sharp quick pants leave your parted lips as you mindlessly hump the leather.

Drool beginning to spill from your lips, dribbling onto the denim-clad thigh of Dabi. “Pleasepleasepleaseplease—“ Your absentminded pleas force Dabi to unzip his jeans, pulling his cock out from his boxers. He slowly strokes himself, scarred hand languidly moving up and down.

“You like this don’t you? You love bein’ a disgusting dog f’me.” You nod quickly, your grip on him tightening. “Yes! Yes, I love being your dog, Dabi!” He chuckles at your enthusiasm before groaning as he nudges his piercing.

Your cunt’s slick, slipping easily if the material as wanton moans freely leave you. You’re getting close, the knot in your stomach becoming something you can’t ignore. Hips stuttering, nails digging into his skin and your chest heaving, Dabi knew you were teetering on the edge.

He just wanted to see what you would do.

Your ministrations don’t stop, only motivated more as you watch him jerk off. You’re so close, if you just add a little more pressure you’ll surely cum. Just a little bit more—

“Off it.” The look on Dabi’s force forces you back to your kneeled position.

You cry out at the lack of stimulation, your poor cunt clenching around nothing. “Look at my good dog. Learnin’ to listen to orders.” Dabi takes his fingers from your mouth, moving to pet your hair.

“While you’re down there, suck my cock, yeah?” He’s so uncaring as he leans back in his chair, folding his arms behind his head. So, your nimble fingers make quick work crawling up his thighs before grabbing his cock.

He hisses at your grip, head tilting back. You lean over his lap, puckering your lips as you spit onto the throbbing head. A sharp groan gets stuck in his throat as you begin stroking him, hands twisting in opposite directions as they slide up and down.

You give him a wild grin, thighs clenching each time he moans. “I said suck it, mutt.” You follow his orders, taking the head between your lips and swirling your tongue around him.

“There you go, baby. Suck that big dick f’me.” The metallic taste of his piercings and the saltiness of precum fills your mouth, encouraging you to take him deeper. You gag around him, spilling tears down your cheeks.

“Good,” His hand comes down to hold your hair, slowly moving you up and down. “You’re doin’ s’good, doggy.” Dabi pants, cursing you under his breath. Your space wasn’t enough for the man, he strengthened the grip on your hair, forcing you further down.

Your nails dig into his skin as you choke on him. Hands slapping against his thighs as he roughly fucks into your throat. “Just like that—fuck! You love it, don’t you? Gaggin’ on my fuckin’ cock.” His voice begins to sound whiney as he reaches his orgasm.

You’re forced all the way down, nose nuzzling his pelvis as he cums. Spilling rope after rope of his cum down your throat, loud groans leaving him. Dabi lets you go, allowing you to pull off quickly as you cough.

Your face is soaked in tears and spit, making you the image of perfection to him. He watches as you pant and cough, catching your breath. “You look so pretty,” Dabi strokes your hair. “You looked s’fuckin’ pretty suckin’ my cock.” He wrenches your head back, roughly tugging on your hair.

“Open.” Your lips greedily part, tongue lolling out as he spits onto it. “Don’t you fuckin’ swallow.” He snarled, pinching your cheeks together. You pull your tongue back into your mouth, salivas mixing on your tongue. “Lay down.” He pats his thigh, readjusting himself to accommodate you.

You play over his lap, head and legs dangling over. Dabi adjusts you in his lap, pulling your ass up for his comfort. A heated hand rubs over the dentin’s skin of your ass. “Such a pretty thing you are.” He grips your ass.

Dabi is quick, lifting his hand from your skin before striking you hard. A muffled shout leaves you, determined to follow his orders. He repeated the motion on the other cheek, not giving you much time to relax.

Smack after smack after smack, your nails are digging into his leg you attempt to stay quiet. The blood is rushing to your head as you hang, making you dizzy from his hits and your position.

Your ass is bright red and sore, a product of his heavy and heated hand. “How ya’ feelin’?” He leans down, entering your peripheral. “Your ass feelin’ okay?” Your eyes are blurry and unfocused, and your body still tense and shaking. “Can’t talk, doggy?” He teases with a laugh.

Dabi sits you up on his lap, holding onto your hips to steady you. “Swallow for me.” You follow his orders, sticking out your tongue to prove so. “Such a good pet, hmm?” He pets your hair, allowing you to keen into his touch.

“Think ya’ deserve my cock now, dollface?” Dabi asks, wiping the tears from your face. “I deserve whatever you give me.” You reply with a sniffle. “That’s what I wanna hear.” The dark-haired man pulls you in for a kiss, allowing you to wrap your arms around his neck.

The kiss is sloppy, full of spit and tongue. Dabi’s hands wander from your face down to your bruised ass, pinching at the sensitive skin. Your pained moans against his lips make his cock throb, leaking pre cum against his stomach.

In a smooth motion, Dabi lifts you into his arms and stands to his feet, carrying you over to the bed. You’re dropped unceremoniously, only for his lips to travel down your chin to your neck then your collarbones.

He unclips the chain from your collar, dropping it to the floor before attending to your breast. His tender kisses to your soft breast are interrupted as he bites, leaving a perfect imprint of his soft teeth. Dabi grins at you as his tongue lolls out to soothe the skin. His skillful tongue swirls around your nipples before he sucks the bud between his lips.

Your back arches in pleasure, hips bucking in desperation. He sinfully moans around your nipple, teeth grazing the hardened nub causing you to shiver. “P-please, Dabi.” Your pleading is nearly silent, voice just above a whisper.

The stark contrast of his warm mouth to the cool room is jarring. Dabi pulls away, straddling your waist as he looks down upon you. “What was that, I didn’t hear you?” The man taunts. “Dabi, please…” You pout, grabbing at his arm. He smacks your hands away, dismounting your body.

Before you can question what he was doing, you’re flipped onto your stomach, effectively disorienting you. His hands are all over you, positioning the way he wants you to be. Ass up, face down with a beautiful arch in your back. Dabi smacks your ass, admiring his work.

Your pretty soaked cunt was on full display, dripping sweet nectar down your plush thighs. “Now,” Dabi straddles your legs, positing himself behind you. “Speak up, tell me what you want.” 

Your whines are muffled by the blanket. “I can’t hear you.” He chides as he lifts your head from the mattress. “Please, I need it so badly. I was only touching myself because I missed you, I’m sorry for disobeying you!” 

“That’s a good pet.” The tip of his heavy pierced cock nudges against your dripping cunt. “So fuckin’ soaked already,” He groans pressing the head in. “Shit, baby. Take it f’me, you can do that yeah?” Tears prick your eyes again as he pushes further in, your tight heat stretching to accommodate his size.

He continues to sink his thick cock into your warm, wet walls. Stretching you out to fit him snugly. You yelp as the head of his cock smacks into your cervix, the dull pain spreading through your pelvis and stomach.

You grip the sheets, attempting to pull yourself away. “Don’t fuckin’ run from me.” Dabi rasps, gripping your waist and pulling you back. “Fuuuuck!” Your eyes roll back as you squirm in his grip. “You wanted this, take it.”

Dabi’s pace is quick, not giving you a chance to adjust. He’s pounding into you, nails digging 

“Been gone for a week and you're that like a fuckin’ virgin? She missed me that bad?” He pants, leaning over your back. “Y-yes yes, I missed you so fucking much!” A hard smack is landed across your already aching ass.

“I’m not talkin’ to you, mutt.” Dabi spat, smacking the other cheek, relishing in how you clenched around him. “I’m talkin’ to this sinful fuckin’ pussy. Creamin’ ‘round my cock.” Your slick sounds of his cock pistoning into your cunt was sickening.

The rigged feeling of his piercings pleasantly rubs against your g-spot. “Greedy little cunt couldn’t wait to get some dick, now you have it and you wanna run?” Your hands reach back to push against his stomach, begging him to be gentle to your aching pussy.

Dabi grabs your wrist, pinning them back and pulling you back to him. He rests his chin against your shoulder as he thrusts into your core in this new position. “Oh my god,” Your drawl, head rolling to the side. “You’re so fuckin’ deep.”

He breathily chuckles against your ear, your moans music to his ears. “What do ya’ say?” His hand coming up to cup your breast. “Thank you, Dabi.” You sputter between strained moans.

“Nuh uh, what’s my name?” Dabi huffs against your ear, nipping at the cartilage. “Th-thank you, sir!” You sob, bowing against him. “That’s a good, pet.”

His thrusts increase, heavy balls smacking against your ass. The splitting feeling of him inside makes your cunt throb, and your poor aching clit twitches with neglect. You were getting close again, orgasm soon approaching with his harsh thrusts.

“Shit—please! I can’t, sluh—fuck! Slow down!” You cry and he lets you go, forcing your face into the mattress. “Ya’ gonna cum? Huh? Awww poor baby, who said you couldn’t do that?” He leans over you mercilessly thrusts abusing your dripping hole.

“Nonono—please! Been s’good, I wanna cum!” The words are muffled but, the message is clear. He only taunts you further, reaching down to play with your clit. “Mmm’not yet.” 

“Wanna—shit—feel you clench on me some more. This tight cunt is fuckin’ addicting.” Dabi’s orgasm was approaching, his balls tightening as he continued his pace. “I’ll let ya’ know when you can, just enjoy it for now.”

Your walls flutter around him as his thumb circles your clit, pressing on the nub to feel your twitch against him.

“Shit—‘m gonna cum, pretty. Gonna breed this pretty cunt, you like that?” You nod, pleasure rendering you unable to speak. Dabi doesn’t punish you, too focused on pumping you full of his cum.

“You want me to breed this pretty cunny, don’t you? Make you mama, hah?” His teeth graze your shoulder before his tongue laps at the skin. 

“C’mon, cum for me, pretty. Be a good dog f’me and cum.” He growls as he bottoms out in you. A ragged groan leaves the man as he cums, spilling rivulets of cum into your awaiting womb. You cum with him, overstimulation setting in quickly from being denied for so long.

Your body spasms as he lays over you, bodies now against the mattress. He’s buried deep within you, still twitching and pumping you full of his seed. You’re delirious, eyes hazy and stuffed too full to comprehend your surroundings.

You’re left panting and sweaty, too tired to get up and move. Eventually, Dabi pulls out, whistling at the stream of white that drips out of you. He spreads your ass, dipping down to lap at your cunt. “Baby, no…” You whine with overstimulation.

His tongue delves into your holes, dripping up the mixtures of both of your arousals. Dabi licks a stripe up from your cunt to your asshole, pulling away with a smile. “God, you taste so good, baby.” You’re still limp against the bed, tired from his pounding.

“We should,” Dabi takes a deep breath. “We should clean up.” He presses a kiss to your shoulder. “You did so good. You only ever act right when I’m mean to you, huh?” You mumble something unintelligible making him laugh. He rolls off of you, pulling you to play on his scarred chest.

Your eyes are shut, breathing slowly to regulate yourself. He gently strokes your hair, smiling down at you.

“Such a good dog for me.”

#mzzledmtt! #mzzledbarks! #dabi smut #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #touya todoroki smut #touya todoroki #dabi x reader #touya todoroki x reader #touya todoroki x reader smut #dabi x reader smut #mha dabi #bnha smut #mha x reader #mha smut #bnha x reader #bnha dabi #tw. boot worship

[drawnfamiliarfaces]

Heroes of Millennium (HoM) AU

Act 1, Omake (Extra): Master of Time - (here)

Act 1: What was left behind. - read here

#hom au #heroes of millennium au #danny fenton #danny phantom #clockwork #dp clockwork #juniper lee #jake long #rex salazar #zak saturday #randy cunningham #kim possible #jenny wakeman #ben tennyson #;D hi! sorry this is not an update anyone expected. but i was sitting on this idea since january lol #couldnt start on it for months. but now that im making some slow progress with Act 2 outline. i decided why not? #when i started to draw hom comic i was like 'nah we dont need long winded cryptic intro with CW i want some action right away!' #and almost right after i finished act1 i was struck by this idea lol. mostly because its fun and i wanted that one last page of all homies #also an opportunity to drop some more lore ? hints. and you can also see i am depicting CW a bit differently to his canon #but also like tbh he probably wont appear in next acts like at all so xD dont take anything seriously here. this is all just in good fun ;) #CW is like that grandpa that urgently calls you to do something for him but then instantly trolls you and kicks you out

[woneuntonzz]

what's it like to love ? 𓇢𓆸

anton lee x afab!reader (part 2/5)

• part 1

• part 3

• part 4

• part 5

warning/s: cussing!

genre: fluff -`♡´- highschool love

word count: 2.8k words!!

౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ description: student athlete!anton x studious class officer!reader | you swore to yourself, to you friends and even to your parents “I'm not one to easily fall.” and you thought you were that tough, not until him of course. [note!!: hiii i'd just like to quickly say that this is my first ever post ever and i'm still a bit insecure with my writing, and english is not my first language so bare with me now 🙏 open for any forms of feedback please do take note that i will take longer to update/respond to anything because of school, thank you!!! ]

[Day 1]

A new day has come to greet you, but just like yesterday, you were once again lacking a few hours of sleep. You had your eyes closed, but you kept thinking about the endless possible scenarios that await you the next day. You were embarrassed to admit it, but you brought yourself to school with much anticipation, cause he had something to prove after all. 

When you got to school, you were expecting the same, empty and quiet classroom that always greeted you in the morning —being the first to arrive in your class all the time. When you unlocked the door however, you were instead met with Anton sitting in front of your desk with his back facing you. 

He turned to look at you and you were able to take a glimpse of why he was there and what he might be doing.

In front of him, resting on top of your desk, is a notebook and a few pieces of paper. You could see a blurry view of numbers, variables and equations.

“I just thought I should teach you the math lesson you missed last time —oh, and, good morning.” you smile at the shy little wave that followed his soothing voice.

“Good morning.” being your first time speaking since waking up this morning, your voice came out a little more mellow.

And it made Anton melt in his seat. He averted his eyes from you after realizing that you were looking right into his eyes just as how he looked into yours. He felt the blood rushing up to his cheeks as you got to your seat and sat down across from him. His eyes wandered all over your face. Somehow you seemed a lot more angelic under the early morning sunlight that lit up the classroom.

Anton tutored you all morning. There were times when you wouldn't understand what he's saying, partly because he's speaking a lot softer the whole time, and mostly because you were just that slow. You would lean in a bit and so would he, repeating what you claimed to not understand. Your faces eventually got close enough that you felt each other's breathing. It'd be a lie to say that Anton was not panicking on the inside, he definitely was, and you could tell.

He was pointing and writing with shaky hands and would stutter more than your fingers could count. Not only that, but you could see the tint on his cheeks. 

“D-did I say something funny?” he asked after hearing you chuckle.

“No, no. Sorry, it's just, I never knew you were into make up.” the look on Anton's face reflected his confusion.

“I am?” you bursted out laughing which only made him smile, face as hot as the day.

“Nice blush.” That's when he hurriedly hid his face in his hands. “Hey, hey, it's alright, I'm not judging.”

“I know, I —I'm just really extra self-conscious around you.” his voice was muffled by his hands pressed against his face.

Though you two were not able to notice, some of your classmates were paying great attention to the two of you, especially Anton's friends. They tried giving teasing looks towards Anton but failing to get a reaction or any signs of acknowledgement. You were right in front of him, talking, laughing, and listening to him teach you, why would he turn his attention to anyone else? He's been waiting for this moment ever since the first time he was made aware of his liking for you. 

“Is this… for me?” you asked hesitantly when he placed a cheese bread and canned coffee on your desk.

“Yeah —I just wasn't sure if you'd like it—”

“You're kidding.”

Anton slowly shook his head. “No?...”

“I always get these at the convenience store before going to school. I just don't have the energy to stop by there everyday anymore.” your voice shifted to a somber tone as you stared at the pillowy cheese bread which triggered Anton's worry for a bit until you spoke again. “Thank you! These are honestly my faves. I should really be more productive now. I need coffee so bad but I'm becoming too lazy these days to get some so I can't help but snooze around all day.”

Anton watched as you rambled on about how tiring school is, at this point, he had already finished teaching you and class was about to start in 10 minutes, but he was still there. At some point you stopped talking and he had his chin propped on his hand just staring at you, the whole scene was like one of the dramas you've watched before. The bell rang seconds later, and only then would Anton break out of his trance, being obliged to go back to his seat.

At lunch time, you remained seated on your seat, you were assigned by your teacher to collect and organize the activity sheets and bring it to her by lunch, and so you got started as soon as the clock hit 12:30. 

“Can I help you?” you look up immediately, and there he was, standing beside your seat. 

“Oh, you don't have to. Go have lunch.” you could still feel his presence towering over your seated figure.

It took him a minute to speak again. “I wanna have lunch with you, if that's okay.”

“Oh, yeah. But this might take a little longer—”

“Just continue, I'll be waiting for you right here.” he dragged a nearby chair next to yours and just sat there. 

You fumbled a bit, feeling his stare. You thought maybe it's just a feeling, you thought even if he liked you, you shouldn't assume things so easily. 

Anton watched as your hands delicately glided over the papers you were handling. He smiled to himself seeing the pout forming on your lips as you arranged the papers in alphabetical order of your classmate's surnames. He saw you misplace his paper, placing him before someone who's last name starts with 'h'.

“Hong goes before me. Sorry I just noticed that.” His voice was very low and subtle, almost a whisper.

“Oh, okay. Thanks.” you hurriedly fixed the arrangement and continued with the rest.

You were able to finish before the 10-minute mark, Anton had offered to accompany you to the teacher's lounge to pass the papers.

Right after, you two went to the cafeteria walking alongside each other. The both of you were quiet, one was more nervous than the other, and when you both reached the cafeteria, Sohee and Xen's surprised eyes caught your attention right away. The couple grinned, exchanging looks. 

You walked behind Anton and lightly pushed him to the food queue. “Let's get some food, I'm so hungry.”

He was caught off guard with your action but maintained his composure as you continued to push him to the food queue. 

After getting your food, your attention was immediately called by Sohee. “Y/n-Ton! sit with us!”

Your eyebrows were knitted, while also holding in a laugh with how cringey Sohee's ship name for you and Anton is. Meanwhile, the tall figure that was walking with you towards Xen and Sohee was smiling the entire time, embracing the color in his cheeks that he always struggled hiding. 

The moment the two of you sat down, the pair sitting from across started firing at you with questions.

“What were you two doing in the classroom?” Sohee started.

“You two were in there for a while huh?” Xen was quick to add to Sohee's probing. 

You started to continuously tap the table with the end of your spoon. “I was fixing up our class' activity papers!”

“Yeah? and Anton?” Xen's gaze went from you to Anton.

The beat that vibrated throughout the table you occupied stopped, enclosing your spoon with your grip holding it still and up sturdy. You looked over to Anton, only turning your head slightly, just enough to see his rosy face.

“Oh, I was just —you know. Waiting… for her.” after the last words that fell from his mouth, he looked over to you, right into your eyes.

You quickly looked away after a very short while, afraid that the feeling you caught from his shy but sweet gesture will start showing through your face.

The remainder of lunch time went on with the two of you exchanging glances from time to time while the couple in front of you kept babbling on and bickering a little, you occasionally joining in on the conversation. 

The rest of the day was like the usual, but you felt a bit more… willing —willing to let a little loose with taking notes, willing to let yourself be distracted with the design imprinted on your 4 year-old mechanical pencil, willing to stare at your teacher with nothing but passive listening —willingly choosing to briefly meet eyes with Anton from time to time. 

You never saw Anton the same way he supposedly saw you. To you he was just that one guy in class, and sure, he wasn't as noisy or as annoying as the other guys in your class; his friends, but you were certain that he wasn't worth your attention. But then here you are, giving him the focus you had always reserved for class. Was it because he kissed you? No. It was just a stupid peck, kind of childish too. —you thought to yourself. But then you recalled the feeling, it was irresistible. You've never considered yourself as the 'in-denial' type of person, but now you couldn't even hold back the thought. What if Sohee and Xen didn't arrive to put a stop to the strong desire radiating from the both of you? The longing desire to come back for more.

You sighed and closed your eyes. You fixed yourself up to a poise state, finally focusing in class. 

Anton eyed you the entire time your mind was going in a whirl. He wanted to know what you were thinking about, but he knew he was still far from getting there. However, like in every swimming tournament he's competed in, he's determined to give it his all.

————— ୨୧ —————

You sat at the edge of your bed, just staring at your shoes. You were still in your school uniform, thinking about how Anton had chased you down the hallway just before you stepped out the classroom to give you another pack of cheese bread. 

“I won't be around tomorrow for training, but I'll message you! If that's fine with you.” 

You had no idea why you felt so down to hear that from him. It wasn't like he's the only one you knew in school, you had quite a handful of friends, and your classmates were pretty fond of you too. 

You rubbed the sides of your shoes against each other, your head hanging low as you felt your eyes get heavier and heavier. You stood up from your bed after taking a quick glance at the clock that read 7:08pm. You stood up, turning around to face your bed. You went around to get your pajamas at your towel, then your phone that soundlessly rested on your bed lit up. You were able to immediately make up the brachiosaurus emoji from a distance. You held your phone in your hand, staring at the notification of Anton's message on your lockscreen. You sighed. You had stuck a mental note to your brain ages ago, no matter what, choose yourself before choosing others.

You got over the fleeting excitement that rushed over you. You waited for your phone to turn itself off before placing it back down to where it was and heading to the bathroom. Your trip to the bathroom, though would've usually taken you about an hour to get out of, ended quicker than you thought. The next thing you know, you were laying on your stomach, elbows pressed on the mattress, phone in hand. You opened Line as fast as you could blink. 

A low chuckle escapes your throat as your feet kick themselves up into the air.

Anton is wide awake as soon as he feels his phone vibrate in his hands. He had been waiting for your response. He was laying flat on his back with one of his hands resting on his chest, and the other holding his phone, extended to the other end of the bed. For a good minute he thought you might never reply, or worse, you might message him dry. But his apprehensions were refuted once he received your replies. 

Once he did see your message though, he was unable to contain a small laugh, painting a permanent smile on his face, the same smile he always wore whenever he thought about you.

Contrary to how you appeared in chat, you were all smiles, kicking your feet up into the air like a child. 

Even with his whimsy message, you couldn't help but expect something. You didn't want to be so sure of exactly what it is you were expecting, but your eyes were heavily fixated on your phone screen so much so that anyone who saw you at the moment might think you were trying to burn out your vision.

Anton bit his lip, growing more and more anxious as the time ran, and so he fumbled around quickly following his last message with a rather pathetic attempt to sweep everything under the rug.

Anton bit his lip a bit harder at your response, chuckling and blushing so hard that If anyone ever saw him like this he would self-isolate forever and create his own post-apocalyptic reality.

You just felt so genuinely happy, so touched that he invited you to watch him swim. Technically, anyone could walk in and watch him without his invitation or not much as asking him, but you just felt so special. For once, you felt wanted. He wanted you to be there for him. Notwithstanding his cheesy pick-up line, your body never lies, and your cheeks are enough to tell you Anton's got you again. 

Usually you would subside these feelings with eccentric responses, but this time, you couldn't 

Anton grew a bit worried when you were taking a while to respond. He didn't know whether his sappiness had a bad or good effect on you, heck, he wasn't sure if it did anything at all. Worse case scenario is you would leave him on read.

His smile would only grow wider at your response.

At this point, for you, somehow you just didn't want to give in just yet. If Anton was a book, you have only read two pages, and that's the title page and the table of contents. And so you quickly got over mutual tension being encapsulated in your phone screens. 

Anton's smile drooped down, but was instantly replaced with a straight wide line paired with bulging eyes. His friends had always jokingly told him he was cute, teasing him all the time, him never hearing the end of it. He just was never able to tell when it's just teasing and when it's just a genuine compliment.

He suddenly lost his ability to be able to come up with quick and masked replies.

It was true. You thought if he had to make your heart flutter, why not do the same for him?

As if you aren't enough to make his heart jump out of his chest.

You had to take a breather. You thought you were being crazy, feeling so moved by the bare minimum. They're all just words, for all you know there might be no real thoughts behind them at all.

You released a breathy titter, moving yourself to a more comfortable position as you felt like this conversation wasn't ending just yet. You didn't want it to.

Anton was very observant, when it came to you at least. He couldn't miss a single thing about you that's wide open for him to write in his personal journal he had created in his mind, one that he made only for you.

When you made your ant joke, Anton let out a “pfft!” suppressing the laughter threatening to escape his mouth. He pursed his lips, beaming with adoration even with how corny and unfunny you were.

You couldn't help but bite your bottom lip when he calls you adorable, hiding yourself under the covers as you squirm your legs around like a child throwing tantrums.

You thought you were being way too ridiculous, feeling as if your reaction was unjust.

“what am I winning?”

my heart lol —you quickly erased what you had previously typed on your keyboard. You pressed your palm against your cheek, squishing it until you were able to regain your sanity.

Whilst Anton was waiting for your reply, his heartbeat increased significantly and he feared he might just collapse.

The conversation ended after a while and it left Anton smiling as he turned off his phone. He felt a bit ashamed to expect more from you, that he would be able to catch a glimpse of how he made you feel, but this was just the beginning. 

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#riize #briize #riize fanfic #riize au #riize fluff #riize x reader #riize anton #anton lee #Spotify

[winslowat3am]

Do u give money to people on tumblr?

Short answer, no. I don't reblog those posts, either. Majority of them are scammers, bonus scamster points if they use their race/gender as emotional manipulation. (Rant incoming cause this pissed me off, not you, but it had me thinking about a lot of shit). I'm sorry but I could never be on Tumblr begging for money, that's embarrassing, no offense. I commend anyone who's shameless enough to do that cause in all seriousness, couldn't be me. I feel like there are just some things you shouldn't do & asking strangers, half of which are minors, to give you their hard earned money in trade for nothing is one of them. The victim mentality of "let me spam my followers with a bunch of sob story updates about my life's issues & guilt trip them into giving me cash", no. Leave them alone. That shit's annoying, inconsiderate & entitled. & it's always the same fucking people holding their hand out. The people you're begging for cash are more than likely struggling too & need theirs. Tumblr is the worst place to ask for assistance. If you need money then you should seek a financial aid program, or I don't know, log the fuck out & get a job like everyone else? That's what people who need money do. There's no excuse, I said this before & I'll say it again, making money nowadays is easier than it has ever been cause of access to technology. Everything is virtual. You can work from home. There are people making millions eating for a fucking living on YouTube. If you're broke atp it's cause you either make excuses for why you can't work or you're just lazy. It's a choice. You don't even need to physically go out & find a real job. Make something. Perform a service. Everyone has something they can offer. Don't sit there & expect people to pay you for nothing. I hate lazy ass people who wallow in self pity, make excuses & don't contribute anything to society & simply exist to leech off others. It's parasitic & pathetic. You "can't work", but you can play around on social media every day? Hmm. You deserve to live in poverty then. You're not special. You better sell some p-ssy, d!ck or c*ke. If you're bussing it open to everyone anyway you might as well get paid for it, in the words of my wife, "make it count". Seriously, I don't respect those people. Tumblr beggars are the equivalent of irl bums who loiter at gas stations harassing passersby for change. It's fucking irritating & unfair that we live in a world where weak people are rewarded, coddled, catered to & given breaks for doing nothing. "Oh well, you know, John can't work, he's dealing with a breakup that has him in a deep depression. I just- I don't know if his mental health will allow him to work." Bro, I sympathize but at the end of the day, screw John. He has no real problems. There are people with cancer & aids right now who are working. People with no limbs are working. He can work, he's physically able to, but ultimately he won't cause he's a mentally weak man with no drive. Let's just call it what it is. I've been homeless & depressed before, I dug myself out of that hole WITH NO HELP, if people can bounce back from homelessness, addiction, abusive relationships & rebuild their lives, if people with deformities can work there's no excuse for why these lazy asses are living in houses, have food & water, with themselves being the only person they have to take care of but they're on here begging us & living off the gov't. That shit IS sad. & I get so heated over this topic cause the bastards who log on & beg aren't going to log off fucking Tumblr & make adjustments so they can afford to live, they're not going to or offer an exchange, they'll continue to do this shit. In the comfort of their home. Meanwhile, the ones they beg have to scrounge. So no motherfucker, I can't help you spend my money. Follower counts mean nothing here cause nobody gets paid on this dead app, this ain't YouTube. If you have hella followers but you still can't eat or pay your bills it's a sign your priorities are fucked. Up. Your followers owe you nothing. Have a little pride & self respect.

#(& this isn't directed at you ❤️ It's me venting about wanting to smack the dog shit out of those people) #To clarify I empathize with people who have disabilities & impairments that prevent them from working #(autism down syndrome paraplegics birth defects people in wheelchairs those can't walk properly etc) #I love them for trying & I'm not talking about them #I'm willing to help those people ❤️ #I'm talking about the parasites who whine about how their life is so damn hard while sitting at home on social media collecting a check #AND beg us for our money while they actively do nothing to better their lives #Those who can walk skip jump with fully functional bodies but use anything as an excuse as to why they can't work & seek pity & donations #Fuck them #They deserve NOTHING & half of 'em are scammers #Log off Tumblr & sell your fucking iPhone 11 if you need money #Stop bothering these people #long post #ask box #inbox #self vent #answered

[heartstringsduet]

Thanks for creating this Weekend WIP ask @welcometololaland . Guess who's not just wide awake at 5 am and half-blindly misunderstanding this is not a ask game but a fill-in thing? OOPS. SORRY thanks for tagging me @rmd-writes @alrightbuckaroo @lemonlyman-dotcom For Writers

1. WIP List: First Aid (Lying fools trying to fix the other)

Let Me Part 5 (D/s verse) TK turning 30 collab with @strandnreyes New Year's Day (meeting over and over on new years) Fathers (daddy issues the fic) 5 things Carlos isn't good at Christmassy short?

2. Which of your WIPs is currently the longest? First Aid. 120k that might be cut down or...expanded? but like 100k for sure will end up published.

3. Which WIP do you expect will end up the longest? See above. Want to take some time away from more than 50k projects after this. Good luck Michelle.

4. Which WIP is your favourite to write/the most enjoyable to write? Why?

Right now TK turning 30 is a wonderful reprieve because it doesn't really have a plot and I love written character deep-dives. But also, seeing the finish line of First Aid really made me sit down and enjoy writing it again.

5. Which WIP do you find the most intimidating to write? Why?

Ugh don't want to be a one-trick pony but First Aid has a lot of things that intimidate me. Like making both of them recognizable despite some very different circumstances for them. But also keeping all plot-points and the pacing and the OCs consistent and in line? UGH.

6. Which WIP do you experience the most self-doubt about. Why? See above. Added pressure for me thinking no one will like it because it really does have flawed characters and a lot of lying and back and forth and drama baby drama. Maybe people won't like the finished thing as much as the snippets. Maybe I will be disappointed by the response.. Maybe maybe maybe

7. Which of your WIPs will you seek out a beta/sensitivity reader for? Why? For longer fics or fics that mean much to me I do ask betas and they are TREMENDOUS helps and just a joy to me. I am in awe of all of you, taking the time to help make something shine more. <3 Still considering asking someone to sensitivity read First Aid but feel like 120k might a bit too much to ask of someone. So maybe I will ask for feedback once I update instead and hope I don't offend anyone and am open to criticism. Or maybe if you read this and want to be a sensitivity reader particularly for representation of Latino characters, would love that <3

8. Have any of your WIPs been struck by the curse of writer's block? Oh some have been on hiatus more like. like the 5 things Carlos can't do or the Fathers one. I really like what I have there so far but then other projects get in the way. First Aid definitely had some writer's block moments so I wrote other things like Let Me in between.

9. Which WIP has your favourite OC? Tell us about them?

Well, First Aid has a few OCs actually and none of them totally the ones everyone will love. But I do like writing Arturo, as a cousin to Carlos, even if he definitely won't be liked much.

10. Which WIP is the sexiest?

Let Me series for sure. That's just where the 5% sexual frustration I feel a year goes lol.

11. Which WIP is the angstiest?

First Aid is like a dark pool of angst. Whoops. Let Me isn't without its fair share of hurt/comfort though.

12. Which WIP has the best characterisation (in your humble opinion)? Fathers. I try to be very close to the source material to explore the relationship of TK and his father and Carlos and Owen through the lense of Carlos and how it changes over time.

13. Which WIP has the best scene setting (in your humble opinion)? My weaknessss. I guess First Aid though. Trying to do some of New York justic,e but ultimately won't probably.

14. Which WIP have you worked the hardest on?

Well for the sheer length and plot and time: First Aid.

15. Which WIP do you have the highest expectations for? Why? See above and see my doubts about First Aid. 😶

16. Do you dream about any of your WIPs?

I WISH. I wish I dreamt about people other than my former high school friends?

17. Do any of your WIPs have particular complexities that your other fics don't? The new part of the Let Me series deals with grief and self-harm in a very specific scenario of being in a relationship with Dom/sub dynamics. I think that's fascinating and I wanted to write that part for a while.

18. Which WIP is the funniest or has the most humour? Did i mention the angst part? But I guess 5 things Carlos isn't good at

19. Do any of your WIPs contain outside POVs or a deep dive on a character other than the main ship? How are you finding that process? Yes! TK turns 30 is actually about so many relationships TK has outside of the romantic one. I LOVE that. Since I have more experience with friendships than even family ties, and deep-dive into my own psyche way too much, I think this one is really challenging and fun.

20. Tell us one thing we don't know about one or more of your WIPs.

I ave like 10k minimum of First Aid that is all different versions of the characters and scenarios that make no sense anymore. Also, coming up with 5 fun things Carlos can't do wasn't that easy. he is TALENTED. I tag @decafdino @ambiguouspenny @carlos-in-glasses @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @lightningboltreader @noxsoulmate @chaotictarlos @louis-ii-reyes-strand @carlos-tk @ladytessa74 @freneticfloetry @orchidscript

#might do the artist one too #or am I annoying yet? #michelle was tagged #tg

[taran-chan]

It’s Christmas time and I have wish please :D it was hard to pick because everything is just hot so here two of you don’t mind!

6. you look so good beneath me

11. Louder. Let me hear you

This one is set in @softquietsteadylove and I's Ghost Files/Ghost Busting AU, which started here and there is another update here. Now there is smut too!

6. "You look so good beneath me." 11. "Louder. Let me hear you."

He found it in an article about haunted places in New Orleans. It’s an old and still active hotel that has some parts that date back to the 1800s. There are reports about slammed doors, weird noises and mysterious shadows too, but it is a nice hotel overall and he’s quite sure Thena would appreciate that more than sleeping on a train or traveling buses whenever they investigate in another town, or even another state. So he saves up and surprises her.

Things go smoother than he expected. Thena seems genuinely looking forward to the trip. They spend the day exploring the city, and at 11 pm, they return to the hotel and get down to business. They start checking out the antiques, looking at the painting and sitting at the empty hotel bar in total darkness, trying to gather evidence. When they get something that sounds like a greeting from the music box, Thena tries to ask the ghosts (if they existed) to follow her home, or better, rip her bones out and put them on her face, Gil takes it as his cue to jump off the chair and get out of that bar.

They move to their rooms, which are on the first floor, and do their solo investigation. Thena practically squeals in delight, causing Gil to yelp and drop his camera on the other side of the wall, only to find out that she just spotted the jacuzzi tub in her bathroom. Moments later, he runs to her room, his face pale, and pushes her toward his room like a human shield while swearing that he can hear footsteps outside his balcony. They step out there, look around and find nothing.

“I’m not trying to dismiss you,” Thena says, “But it’s probably just wind rattling the door.”

“If a ghost picked me up and spun me around the ceiling, you’d say it’s probably dust.”

She stifled a laugh, pointing upwards, “There are a few rooms up there, maybe you heard other guests stomping around?”

“Fine, then let’s go downstairs and ask the front desk if there’s anybody staying in those rooms.”

Gil clings to her shoulders as soon as the clerk says the rooms above them are unoccupied. Thena just shrugs, if no one is there, then it’s wind. She looks at the watch and yawns.

“So? It’s your call, are we going up there and looking around or do I get to try the jacuzzi?”

He catches onto her words like it’s a lifeline, “Alright, because you seem tired, let’s call it a night. And in the morning, we’ll ask around to see if anyone else heard that.”

She lifts an eyebrow but says nothing, letting him guide her by the small of her waist toward the stairs.

He just gets out of the shower (his room doesn’t have a tub) when he hears very clearly the unmistakable sound of someone stomping around right above him.

“Nope,” he throws his towel on the bed and starts putting his clothes on in record time, “Absolutely not.”

He knocks on Thena’s room, fully prepared to be laughed in the face. He can sleep on the too-small couch in there or even the floor, but there’s no way he’s going to sleep in that room. She opens the door, wearing the hotel’s bathrobe, a towel over her head and he can smell the alluring scent of citrus and jasmine, her shampoo and body wash.

“Hi,” he smiles sheepishly, “Sorry for bothering you, but can I sleep here tonight? My room spooks me out and I really don’t want to sleep alone. If it’s too much trouble, I can just go and get another room so you don’t have to feel obligated.”

“Gil, we slept in an airport once. I think we’ll manage with a bed,” she pulls the door wider and steps aside, “Come in. I was having a night snack. You can turn on the TV if you like.”

“Oh, pretzels,” he picks up the pack lying on her bed. It’s a king-sized bed, big enough for both of them. At least he won’t have back pain tomorrow, and maybe if he’s lucky, Thena’ll snuggle against him like she always does when she falls asleep with him in her close proximity. As far as he knows, she never does that with anyone else and he secretly takes pride in it. He hears a pop and looks over to see her hold up a bottle of Bordeaux.

“Want some?” She’s already poured herself a glass.

“Anything to stop me from thinking about whatever was stomping up there.”

“That bad, huh?”

“Well I feel safer now,” he chuckles, receiving his glass, “They seem to be terrified of you.”

“Or maybe that was a rat.”

“A rat with human feet?”

“A family of rats then,” she climbs into the bed and gets under the cover, pressing her freezing feet against his calves.

“Jesus, woman,” Gil startles, “Did you pour ice water into the jacuzzi or something?”

“Shut up.”

Her toes wiggle to find the warmest spot, stealing his body heat as she flips over the channels until she reaches an old rom-com. They watch together, munching on pretzels and occasionally clinking glasses. At one point she puts her head on his shoulder and the little attention he has for the movie goes out the window. She’s soft and happy and warm next to him, he can’t help but think about how they’ve been tiptoeing on the line between their friendship and more. He’s sure she has feelings for him too, because if anything, he’s an observant person, and her gestures tell quite a lot. Maybe he should just take a leap of faith and tell her his feelings for once, since they’re getting deeper and deeper every day.

Suddenly he’s staring into her eyes, those greenest eyes, instead of her profile. Her eyes widen when she realizes he’s been looking at her. And then she’s kissing him, pressing the lips he’s been dreaming about to his, and he finds himself kissing her back, slipping an arm around her and a hand through her hair. She parts first, staring at him in awe as if she can’t believe this, and kisses him again before he gets to say anything. She cups his face, her tongue demands an entrance and he generously opens his mouth. She gasps into their kiss when he pulls her to straddle his lap, her hips buck against the bulge in his pants and somehow he’s aware of what’s happening.

“Thena, wait,” he leans back, though still holding her in his arms, “We’ve been drinking, we…”

“I’m not that drunk, Gil,” she states, her eyes turning sharp but her touch to his cheek is gentle, “I know what I want. And I want this. Do you?”

“I’ve been wanting you for longer than I can remember,” he breathes.

She leans forward and he meets her halfway. His lips leave hers briefly to pepper kisses along her elegant neck, feeling her hands roaming from his back to his nape and back again. He fumbles for the knots on her robe, parting the lapels. He moans at the sight in front of him. She’s wearing the sexiest lingerie he’s ever seen; black lace hugging her curves perfectly, making her breasts fuller. He traces the patterns, marveling at how smooth and fit it is against her skin. The material feels new under his fingertips and a crazy thought occurs to him.

“Did…Did you buy these for this occasion?” He stammers.

She nods, blushing harder, “I planned to go to your room tonight. I was getting my courage up when you knocked.”

He’s speechless. Thena has planned to seduce him tonight. She even bought this expensive lingerie to do that. She wants him. She wants him.

He pulls her into another searing kiss, his hands along her body, eventually palming her breasts and squeezing, rubbing his thumbs against her nipples over the lace, bringing them to a peak. Her whimper is such sweet music to his ears. She releases his cock out of the confined space of his boxer, moaning appreciatively when she feels his length for the first time.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” he grunts, “In fact, I’m going to show you just how much power you have over me.”

He lies down and brings her to sit on his chest, coaxing her to move up further until her soaking pussy is hovering above his mouth.

“I want to taste you this way,” he says, turning his head to kiss her inner thigh. Fuck, he needs to taste her.

“You look so good beneath me,” she smirks.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he grins back, pulling her underwear aside, his tongue sticking out to flick at her clit, his arms keeping her full weight on him so she can’t go anywhere either. Her legs tighten as her hips gradually move faster. He laps up as much of her wetness as he can, grabbing handfuls of her flesh.

“Gil, Gil, fuck!” She grounds herself on him, feeling the shockwaves he’s sending through her, her body moves automatically so his tongue would hit all the right spots, “I…come…”

“That’s it, come for me,” he murmurs against her clit and she falls apart, spasming violently. She doesn’t remember the last time she came this hard. Maybe this is the first time. She doesn’t know, she doesn’t care, all she can think about is his talented mouth and how she wants to come like that again.

She languidly scoots back, sitting on his broad chest again, still breathing heavily. He’s rubbing her back, smiling dreamily.

“Good?”

She returns his smile and glances at his cock, licking her lips, “Do you want my mouth?”

“God, yes,” he moans, “But…I want to be inside you more.”

“Next time then,” she purrs her promise and he almost faints.

He rolls them over and kneels between her legs. By the time his cock is fully inside her tight, hot tunnel, her lingerie is still on her and he’s determined to watch her come in it again. He cradles her hips with his, lacing their fingers together and extending their arms, bending down to kiss her as she adjusts to his girth. She crosses her legs on his back, her body hums with pleasure. With a small nod from her, he starts to move.

Now under him, her body arches further, her nipples pushing against the fabric deliciously, on display for him. “You’re so beautiful,” He presses down more - her knees almost touch the mattress, and growls in her ear, “Louder. Let me hear you.”

Her mind fogs all over when he swivels his hips, letting his cock brush at that sensitive spot of hers repeatedly. She clutches at his hands, her voice rises higher and higher, which she would be embarrassed with any other person. His reply is by latching onto one of her nipples and biting down slightly. As soon as his teeth make contact, she comes again, trembling and breathless. His thrusts turn messy and soon he sighs his release.

He collapses next to her, pulling her to his chest. She rubs her cheek on his bicep as he nuzzles her hair.

“I think my voice could have woken the dead,” she says hoarsely. He holds her tighter and his body starts to shake with laughter. She nips at his earlobe playfully, then continues, “If anyone showed up to hit on you tonight, just say that you’re taken and I’m not sharing.”

“Oh, now you’re just being mean,” he pouts, “What if the ghosts have a crush on you and they try to bully me? Have you ever thought of that?”

She giggles, settling in his arms again, “It’s alright. You sleep, I’ll take the first watch.”

He watches her close her eyes and already drift to sleep, shaking his head fondly, “Promises, promises.”

#thenamesh #thena x gilgamesh #gilgamesh x thena #eternals #thena #gilgamesh #partners that had sex in a haunted hotel together #stay together

[viiisenyas]

I haven’t produced a WIP update in ages! D:

Tagged by: @plisuu (thank you so much!)

Tagging: @sulky-valkyrie @oxygenforthewicked @gloriousonemahanon @psalacanthea and anyone else who would like to participate!

Summary: Reginald is having trouble coping with the loss of his mother and Valeriana comforts him.

Warnings: Brief mentions of torture

Side notes: This is a snippet of my upcoming chapter “The Broken Circle.” I decided against putting in the second half of this because plenty of you already hate my Hawke as it is and this man is an expert at ruining the moment. But you’ll see the smut soon enough 😇

ANYWAYS.

Hawke

His fingers tightened against her waist as he sobbed into her neck and the tension within him diminished. Everything that he held in for weeks poured out in front of her, and in a moment of weakness, he crumbled. He didn’t expect her to stay with him after he began to blubber. Not after the boy he loved left after his father died, and the sense of security he longed for all these years was finally bestowed to him as Valeriana guided him to kneel in the cool grass.

She closed her arms around him, swaying gently and the familiar droning hum of magic intertwined with the peaceful sounds of the forest. Hawke relaxed against her as his breathing became consistent.

After a long moment, the mage pulled back just enough to look into his eyes, and she rested her palms against his cheek.

She used her thumbs to brush away the tears that collected beneath his eyes and he emitted a soft sigh.

He hadn’t realised her hands were this soft, and he found himself leaning into her touch as she allowed a hand to linger on his face while the other descended to his neck.

“You really shouldn’t be alone, Hawke. Do you want me to get—”

“No.” The answer was sudden, and he grasped the loose sleeves of her tunic as she pulled back. “Just… stay with me, Valeriana. Please.”

She hesitated and nodded slowly before he let go of her tunic. He moved to sit in the grass and Valeriana followed, settling beside him while he fixed his gaze on the stars above. After his father’s death, it brought him solace as he often pondered if he was watching him. But on this night, numbness overcame him.

Is this what it’s like to be an orphan?

“I’m so sorry about your mother,” her slender fingers slipped between his, and she squeezed his palm gently. “But I don’t think she would want you to blame yourself.”

“You don’t know my mother.” A humourless laugh escaped him, and he sniffled. “I wish I could’ve saved her from that damned ogre.”

She let go of his hand, and placed it on his knee. “I know how you feel, but there was nothing you could have done, Reggie.”

“And exactly how do you know what I’m feeling?” He deadpanned.

She inhaled through her nose slowly and her emerald gaze moved toward the clearing of the forest. “Because I felt the same way when my parents died.” Her voice lowered an octave as she looked at him. “I blamed myself for years, but what happened to them wasn’t my fault. And what happened to your mum wasn’t yours.”

Oh.

“I’m sorry.” He’d nearly forgotten that she, too, was an orphan, and he avoided her gaze.

“There’s nothing to forgive,” She smiled.

Her kindness made the burden he carried feel a bit lighter and he fixed his eyes on the sky once more as he listened to the whisper of the wind drifting between the trees.

He wasn’t sure how much time had passed as a comfortable silence settled between them, and his heart swelled with gratitude for Valeriana’s company.

As he turned to thank her, he was surprised to feel the softness of her lips brushing against his. Reginald’s eyes widened as she pulled back with a soft gasp.

“I’m sorry, I… shouldn’t have done that.” Her cheeks reddened as she ran her fingers through her hair and Valeriana lowered her gaze.

Without a second thought, he reached forward and hooked his index finger beneath her chin. He tilted her head up, silently urging her to look at him. “And if I wanted you to? What then?”

She offered a sheepish smile and Hawke pressed his lips against hers. Valeriana grasped the collar of his tunic and he wrapped his arm around waist, tugging her closer.

He kissed her with fervour, and the melancholy that shrouded his heart diminished as warmth spread in his chest when Valeriana’s fingers brushed against his cheek. Had he been younger, he would have mistaken the feeling for love as he foolishly did before but he knew better, and he didn’t care. For once someone was there for him when he needed them, and that’s all that mattered in the moment.

Hawke savoured the sweet taste of berries lingered on her tongue, and exhaled through his nose as he tangled his fingers into her hair.

He reclined into the grass, pulling her on top of him. His hands wandered across her back. He moved his lips to her neck and she emitted a soft sigh while he began to pull her tunic above her waist.

As his fingers moved under her garments, Reginald felt the softness of her skin begin to change, and she reached back to catch his wrist.

“Don’t.” She warned, pulling away.

His brow furrowed in confusion and he unconsciously swiped the pad of his index finger against her raised flesh.

“What is it?”

Her lips curved downward and she took a deep breath. “It’s… it’s nothing.”

“Val,” Hawke reached up to cup her face and he gently stroked her cheek with his thumb. Her emerald gaze met his, and he exhaled through his nose. “You can trust me.”

A long pause came and he waited patiently as Valeriana moved off of him to settle into the grass with her back turned. Another sigh escaped her and she reluctantly pulled her tunic over her head. She gathered her long hair over her shoulder, and the moonlight revealed the silver scars carved into her skin.

His lips fell open in shock as he took in the sight of the scars that littered her back, and he sat up abruptly.

“What in blazes happened?”

“I dropped some books in the library,” She murmured, sparing him a glance over her shoulder. “And Trevelyan flogged me for it.”

#god i haven’t posted a wip in forever #wip whenever #yOu cAn tRuSt mE 😒 sure hawke #suuuuuure #lolol

[thebadgerclan]

Revelation

Pairing: Kaz Brekker x reader

Requested by Anonymous

Summary: Kaz’s secret is revealed...

No smut, but an established D/s dynamic

Kaz was known for his snark, for his cold, calculated jabs.  He seldom aimed to wound anyone, but his teasings often had that effect, which was something you were working on stopping.  Currently, Kaz was seated at your side, your arm around his shoulder, the rest of the Crows sitting around the common area of the Slat.  Wylan was talking about an updated version of the weevil he’d created, his voice enthusiastic.

“All it took was a little hydrochloric acid and now it can destroy organic matter!”  “Big words you’re using there, merchling,” Kaz said.  “I’m surprised you know what they mean.”  Subtly, you pinched his arm, looking at him with furrowed brows.  “Kaz,” you said, and your voice made him cow, shrinking back in his seat, averting his eyes to his lap.  Nina, Inej, Jesper, and Wylan noticed, but before any of them could ask what was going on with him, Kaz said two words: “Sorry, Mistress.”

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Kaz’s eyes went wide and his skin went pale.  The Crows looked at the two of you with shocked and slightly confused expressions.  You, on the other hand, sat up straighter, tightening your arm around Kaz, as if the gesture could protect him from your friends’ stares and inevitable questions.  “So,” Nina said, the first to speak.  “Are we gonna talk about that?”

You wondered how exactly to explain this; the dynamic you had with your boyfriend, how he took on the polar opposite role that most would expect.  Kaz was looking at you with pleading eyes, it was a look you recognized.  He was asking for guidance, for help, for a rope to cling to.  It was a look you received often, among others: the lust filled glances, the pleading looks, the adoring, venerating eyes.  “We don’t have to tell them,” you said, taking his hand and squeezing it.  Kaz said nothing, but nodded, giving you permission to discuss your dynamic.

“Ask your questions,” you said to Nina and the rest of the Crows.  “But I may not answer all of them.”  The Heartrender was, of course, the first to ask.  “What exactly is this?” she asked, gesturing to the two of you.  “Kaz is not only my boyfriend, but also my submissive; I am his Dominant.  I’m going to get this out of the way now: everything that happens between us is consensual, so if you’re worried about me taking advantage of him, you don’t have to be.”

“How long has this been a thing?” Jesper asked.  “About a year,” you replied, casually, stroking Kaz’s arm, who was leaning heavily against you.  Part of him was embarrassed that this secret was out, but another was relieved that he no longer had to hide who he was.  He remembered the day he caved and asked you to Dominate him, he remembered it well: He hated this weakness he felt, hated the notion of what he wanted.  But Kaz couldn’t deny it, he couldn’t imagine living without what he wanted.  No, what he needed.  So he asked you, his voice trembling, to Dominate him, not just in the bedroom, but everyday.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t surprised, but after a lengthy discussion, you’d agreed.  You outlined a set of rules for Kaz to follow, most of which were general: tell you when his anxiety and PTSD were flaring, eat and drink enough everyday, ask for help when he needs it.  There was a completely separate list concerning sexual rules, and they were an evolving list: ask for permission to come, always ask for that you want, remember your safeword, etc.  

Kaz felt freed, like a weight was lifted off of his shoulders.  When something was bothering him, he knew he could go to you, and you would help.  You would help him work through anxiety or depression, you would find a solution to whatever was plaguing him.  And if Kaz needed to completely let go and hand himself and his body over to you, then he could do so.

“Is this something you both enjoy?” Nina asked.  “I’m gonna be honest, Kaz doesn’t seem the type to get on his knees for anyone.”  Your lover let out a soft whimper, and you held him closer, feeling protectiveness and defensiveness flare in you.  “Your questions are welcome, but judgment is not.  Our dynamic is something Kaz and I have discussed time and time again, updating our limits and rules when we need to.  Yes, this is something we both enjoy, and I won’t have anyone judging Kaz or me for it.”

Nina seemed humbled, and she sat back.  Inej, however, sat forward.  “Y/N, I trust that what you’re saying is true, but Kaz hasn’t said anything.”  Your boyfriend blushed, and you looked at him.  “It’s alright, my love,” you said, letting that tone slip into your voice; like warm honey, soothing Kaz and relaxing him.  “You can talk about it, if you want.”  He nodded, clearing his throat.  “Everything Y/N said is true,” he began.  “Our dynamic is completely consensual, and it’s something that we both enjoy.  You know me, I wouldn’t do anything that I didn’t like.”

Your friends chuckled at this, knowing his words were true.  “And yeah, this isn’t the role most people would expect me to take, but I don’t care.  It’s what I enjoy, and I don’t owe anyone an explanation.”  You nodded, pressing a kiss to Kaz’s temple.  “Good boy,” you whispered, and he shivered.  “This isn’t something we’ll parade around,” you said.  “Kaz and I keep this behind closed doors, and that’s how it’ll stay.”

The Crows nodded, the revelations of the past 10 minutes sinking in.  Jesper and Nina had a few more questions, which you and Kaz answered, politely shooting down any question that crossed the line.  “What do you guys do?” was one of them.  Kaz still felt a bit of lingering embarrassment, but he tried not to focus on it.  For the most part, his friends were understanding and accepting, and if they had to know, that was all he could ask for.

#kaz brekker x reader #shadow and bone fanfiction #kaz brekker x you #shadow and bone reader insert

[xpeachesncream]

lowkey (jjk) | 02.

⦿ boo’d up in the daytime

⦿ mackin’ & hangin’ in the nighttime

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summary: in order to pass organic chemistry and pay off your car damages from an accident, all you have to do is help the nerd, jeon jungkook, with a few things: pretend to be his girlfriend and teach him the ways of dating.

pairing: popular!reader x nerd!jjk

genre: college au, fake dating au, friends (with benefits?) to lovers au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 3.2k

warnings: cussing, implied sexual content/mature language, kissy-kissy koo, mentions of a boner, mention of sex and cum, seokjin’s still toxic

note: posting this chapter a little early since it’s butter weekend, plus the last part of liquid courage should be up sat/sun. still sticking to my schedule in my faq though, srry loves! i’ll do my best to update as soon as i can. 💗

tags: @taegularities​ @jimidol​ @miinoongi​ @bluesharksandfish​ @ggukkieland​ @unicornbabylover​ @thebeebi​ @preciouschimine​ @ladyartemesia​ @moonchild1​ @jikookiekosmos​ @marcoazz2​ @kootaes​ @wearenot7withu​ @codeinebelle​ @bigbootyjoonie​ @thisartemisnevermisses​ @maichiverse​ @ppeachyttae​ @fairysunooo​ @secretlycrazyhummingbird​ @yukiehyukie​

"I heard you were in an accident last night, babe. Are you okay? I'm so sorry I got mad at you yesterday." Seokjin comes towards you, cupping your face to look at every inch, every detail. You move away from his hold, backing up to give yourself some space.

"Seokjin, I told you to stop calling me that. Jesus. I'm fine. Don't need you to check up on me."

"Are you really gonna keep that up? I said I was sorry."

"Okay, and? I heard you."

"Really, that's it? Y/N, why are you being like this? What's the real reason?" He follows after you as you make your way to the library. To say Seokjin was persistent is an understatement— he was persistent for the wrong reasons. Like, keeping you close so he had you to fall on when things went wrong with another chick, his safety net.

"Because this is done, I don't know how many times I have to tell you. I'm tired of you doing this so, please. Just go." You slightly turn towards him as you climb up the stairs.

"I wanna work this out with you. Don't push me away. Let me help." You don't respond. He watches as you adjust your bag strap and wave at Jungkook. Seokjin chuckles and grabs your wrist gently, making Jungkook suddenly hop on defense as he balls his fists. Like he could do shit. Seokjin would probably wreck his ass with those broad shoulders.

Still. He hated how much of an asshole he was to you.

"Wait, what the fuck?" Seokjin laughs his rare, deep laugh that he uses when he's caught off guard. "You're hanging out with nerds, now?"

"And if I was, that would be none of your business." You snatch your arm away while glaring at him. You shake your head and continue walking towards Jungkook, relieved Seokjin finally left you alone today. Probably off to tell Namjoon, Yoongi and his friends how much of a bitch you've been and that you actually left him to hang out with a nerd.

Sunmi knows you're being tutored. However if that wasn't the case, she would question you, but she never take their side on shit. She remained loyal to you, and always supported you through whatever. That's why she's remained your bestfriend until this day. The senior chicks Seokjin and them hung around with though? Questionable. As long as Sunmi was by your side and you by hers, you both didn't care much for getting close to them.

"Hey, sorry you had to see that." You say as you sigh and set your bag down alongside of you on the long table.

"It's alright." Jungkook replies softly. "Are you okay?"

"Yes. Thanks." You give him a tiny, tightlipped smile. "So, should we get right into tutoring, or should we talk about the details of our deal? I have all afternoon." Luckily, it was quite loud in the loud section of the library. No one cared much to listen in to your secret deal with Jungkook, nor did anyone care because it was Jungkook.

"I do too. I guess, whatever works for you?"

"Let's get this tutoring over with first then iron out the rest." He nods.

"Sure." He pulls out his notebook. "Tell me, what are you struggling with?"

"Everything." He does a small head tilt.

"I doubt that. I'm sure you understand some things."

"No, you don't understand Jungkook. I'm legit drowning. I don't know what I'm doing wrong or where I'm lacking." Jungkook simply looks at you, lips pressed together before he nods. You're not lacking anywhere, he thinks. You're really not. The subject is just shitty and the spawn of the devil.

"That's okay. Well, can I go over some basics? Throw in some tips?"

"Yes, please. Lead the way. I need you." You chuckled, but it makes the heat rush to his cheeks. He hopes you don't catch the rosy tint creeping up on them, so he instantly grabs at the whiteboard near your table and starts to go over the very beginning, the very basics of this semester's OChem class. Maybe a bit from last semester, but last semester wasn't entirely that bad compared to this one.

He didn't expect you to be all that engaged for some reason, but he should have known you'd ask questions left and right, taking the black whiteboard marker from his hand to practice what you've learned with him watching and guiding you from your side. You were always focused, always so determined. You were incredibly smart. Incredibly beautiful.

Honestly, Jungkook go on for days.

The both of you hadn't realized it was nearing close to 5PM and neither of you had really eaten much since lunch. You sit, feeling pretty good about your first session with Jungkook. You feel a little bad having kept him for so long over OChem, realizing you still had things to iron out with him.

[sunmi] 4:34pm: hey babe, not gonna be leaving for a bit. i forgot i had to work on this psych project with jennie. you okay with leaving around 6/7?

"Crap."

"What's the matter?" Jungkook glances at you as you continue to stare at your phone and scroll away.

"Sunmi isn't leaving until later. I'll probably be stuck here for a little longer after you leave." You put your phone down, now resting your chin against your palm, nails slightly digging into your cheek.

"I-I can give you a ride, if you'd like? Plus, we still need to talk.. about stuff." He shyly says.

"Jungkook, that's too much to ask for."

"It's really not a big deal. How far do you live from campus?"

"Maybe a 10 minute drive, the next exit off the freeway." He shrugs.

"I'm going in that direction too."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. We can just talk on the way home."

"Would you be willing to stop by for dinner? We can talk then. Maybe it can be considered our 'first date.'" You joke with a small giggle.

"Oh, sure. Yeah." He gives off a tiny, nervous laugh. "Where did you have in mind?"

"Can we get.. hm—" You hum. "Fire Wings? Down the street?" He almost feels intoxicated watching how your eyes gleam under the light, how they brighten and widen when you mention food. You were cute, and you didn't even know it.

"Only if you tell me what flavors you get." He tries to get smart, which makes you laugh. He made you laugh.

"Is this judgment day? Gonna see if you should call quits on our deal before it even starts?"

"Maybe." He goes along with it.

"Okay. Garlic Parmesan and Dragon." You pack up your things before shooting him a look.

"Okay, solid flavors." He nods. "I guess we can continue on."

"You're funny." You giggle as you both throw your bags onto your backs. You stay in your position until Jungkook comes to your side so you can walk by him. You don't know much about him, but he has a soft demeanor and he makes you feel comfortable. You had only seen him a couple of times across campus, not really noticing him much in class either. You feel a little bad knowing you didn't even try being that he sat behind you, but better late than never I guess? Maybe there was a reason for all of this happening. The way he tutored you today was insane, too— he was super smart, but broke it down perfectly, was patient. He was patient.

No wonder Dr. K loved his ass.

"What about you?" You picked up the conversation.

"I usually go for a dry rub and Garlic Parmesan."

"I haven't tried any dry rubs."

"You can try one of mine later."

"Okay." You suddenly remember to shoot Sunmi a text before she comes looking for you everywhere on campus. Jungkook stays silent beside you, allowing you to do your thing without being too overbearing or nosy.

But, he honestly can't help but glance a few times.

[y/n] 5:11pm: sorry just saw this, hitching a ride with my tutor. don't worry about me! ty ily, have fun working on your project.

[sunmi] 5:13pm: tutor, as in jeon jungkook?

[y/n] 5:15pm: yeah, he offered.

[sunmi] 5:16pm: okay, that was nice of him. if he tries anything tho i'll beat his ass. text me when u get home?

[y/n] 5:17pm: don't worry about him, he won't lol i will.

[sunmi] 5:18pm: kk love u b

"Sorry." You say, tucking your phone into your pocket. "Had to text Sunmi."

"That's okay. You two are really close, right?"

"Yeah, since high school."

"Cool." At this point, Jimin, Taehyung and Hoseok are coming out of the café at the same you two are passing.

"What about you, where are your friends?"

"Um." He sighs, trying to avoid his friends obnoxiously waving and calling him from the distance. You glance over from behind his figure, chuckling a little bit. "That's them."

"Cute. You all are really close, too?"

"Ya, I've known Jimin the longest though." You smile and wave at them, causing them to gasp and whisper amongst each other with huge smiles on their faces.

"I'll need to meet them if we're gonna do this thing for real. Do they know?"

"Yeah kinda."

"That's okay. We should probably work on keeping it between us though." He nods.

"Okay, but. Can we save meeting them for later? They're a bit.. much." You smile.

"Sure."

"D-do I have to meet Sunmi?" You nod.

"If you wanna make this believable, yeah."

"She's kinda scary."

"Jungkook, she's not gonna bite your head off. She just has that look, but I promise she's sweet." That look, that resting bitch face. Really, you could be biased because it's Sunmi. She really only had issues if she felt disrespected. Other than that, she meant well. Same with you— you've been accused of being intimidating and having the same look but you don't mean any harm by it.

"Okay." Jungkook unlocks his black 2016 Honda Civic and pops his bag in the trunk. You do the same, while Jungkook goes to open the passenger door for you.

"Thanks." You smile sweetly at him. He climbs into his seat, hitting the button to start the car and sighs. The music in the background starts to play, and it sounds mellow, soothing— like it came straight out of a fairytale. His eyes widen as he rushes to lower the volume before shyly looking at you.

"Sorry."

"What, no. Don't be. What is this?"

"A Final Fantasy lofi mix." He begins to drive off as you turn the volume back up.

"It's nice. Pretty relaxing."

"Ya, it's nice to listen to after a long day." He pushes his glasses up at the light.

"Do you have family here?" He nods.

"I do. My mom and dad live about an hour away. I'm the only child. What about you?"

"Same. They're probably 30 minutes up north."

"Do you live alone?"

"Yeah, I live in a studio. It's actually my coworker's. She bought the space to rent it out. She lets me rent it for pretty cheap though."

"That's nice."

"You?"

"I live with Jimin. Our parents are close."

"What about your other friends?"

"Hoseok is dorming, and Taehyung would rather live back home with his family and commute. He's close to them. He'll crash at ours or Hoseok's from time to time."

"Are you close to your family?" He nods as he turns into the plaza lot.

"I suppose, yes. I'm just really quiet overall, so they think it's hard to read me sometimes." He parks and you watch as he shuts the car off with the same button. "You?"

"Yeah, I'm really close to my mom. Dad, a little questionable."

"Why, if I may ask?" He comes to open your door again, causing you to give him a small smile.

"He, um. Just got into some stuff." He watches as your body tenses while you fiddle with your fingers waiting in line.

"It's okay, don't think about it. I won't ask again."

"It's okay, Jungkook. Really. Maybe another time?" You look up at him and he nods. He stands way taller than you, almost at Seokjin's height, if not the same. He likes to wear baggy, dark clothing and doesn't do much to fix or style his hair.

He's simple, but in a good way.

You both order your food with Jungkook going first so he can grab a table afterwards. Before he could pay though, you offer to cover him for dinner as your way of thanking him for driving you home. You make your way over to the table he snags, Jungkook silently sitting at the high table with his legs pressed together and his hands clasped tightly on his lap.

"You okay?"

"Ya, why?"

"You look tense."

"Sorry. It's not everyday I have dinner with Y/N." You smile.

"Stop, relax." You watch as he slightly eases up. "So, this deal." He nods. "A month?"

"Yeah, I suppose."

"We have to convince people it's real or else people will know something weird is going on." You look at his hand, now resting on the table. "You're gonna have to hold my hand and kiss me, you know?" He swallows the lump in his throat. Shit, he thinks. Don't know if I can actually pull this off?

A kiss?! Fuck.

"Y-yeah."

"When was your last relationship, Jungkook?"

"8th grade." Your eyes widen.

"O-oh, now I see."

"What's that supposed to mean? It's terrible, I know but I—"

"No, no, no. You're good. It's totally okay, it doesn't matter. I'll just have to teach you to make it look realistic and not.. awkward." You perk up again. "Not saying that you are though, okay."

"I know."

"So, are you.."

"Am I..?" He cocks hid head to the side in confusion.

"Like.."

"Just ask Y/N."

"Are you a virgin?"

"I don't know." You furrow your brows.

"Huh?"

"Look, this is gonna sound really embarrassing and I don't know if I'm even ready to tell my fake girlfriend about it."

"Just say it. We have to know things about each other." He sighs.

"I— ugh." He groans. "I did it with my girlfriend at the time. Or I guess my ex because we had broken up and this was sometime during freshmen year in high school and she came onto me out of nowhere at a mutual friend's pool party. But it was weird because we were just hormonal kids and I was just curious so I slipped myself into her only to slip back out right after because—" He's rambling, but you're doing your best to keep up.

"Because?"

"I-I, ugh. Y/N." He shuts his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Are you really gonna make me say it?"

"Jungkook." You lean a bit to try and catch eye contact.

"I came right away." He says just as the worker puts down your food and takes the number from your table.

"Ohhhhhhh." You say as you nod slowly. "Okay."

"You can just run now." His head hangs low as he slowly slides his chicken over in front of him, causing you to chuckle.

"I'm not going anywhere. It's okay. Stop that."

"It's pathetic."

"No. Besides, I know you'll get better overall, and you'll find someone who will rock with you till the end. We'll work on this."

"Thanks." He says, feeling comfortable around you. You were quick to reassure him and smile at him, he felt himself melting in his seat. Yeah, you were too good for Seokjin.

"You'll have to come to parties with me. Club events. Events in general. It won't look right if I'm always going without you."

"Okay. Can I bring my friends?"

"Sure." He nods. "What do you do in your free time?"

"Play video games and listen to music. Read comics, manga. Build lego sets with the guys."

"Cute." You smile.

"You?"

"Hang out with Sunmi, or just watch movies on my own at my place. Read. Eat by myself. Explore by myself. I value my alone time."

"It's nice." Jungkook's familiar with it. Even if he had his friends around, he truly liked being in his own peace when allowed. "What about outside of the public eye?"

"Hm?" You hum.

"Do we hang out?"

"Yeah we can." You nod.

"Cool." He smiles.

"Is my car gonna be a lot of work for you?"

"Don't worry about it, it'll be good soon. Just might take a bit cause I need some parts to make it look brand new again."

"I really can't thank you enough." He shrugs.

"Only trying to help my girlfriend out." He boldly says, causing you to laugh.

"Confidence is peeking through already, are you sure you need me?" You joke. The rest of the evening, you continue to talk to Jungkook about pretty surface level shit— what you like, dislike, overall experience in high school and college so far. It was a nice, harmless conversation, one where you were starting to see how warmhearted Jungkook really was. How real and laid back.

None of the shit in Seokjin's group. It was refreshing, a breath of fresh air.

Once dinner had finally finished, Jungkook was on his way to drop you off. He had parked in an empty guest spot, offering to walk you up just to be sure. At the door, he took a peek at how clean your studio was, mainly soft colors of white and cream taking over, with plants scattered around your living room area. The hallway in was sandwiched between your kitchen area and another wall, Jungkook assuming your bed was on the opposite side of it. He awkwardly stands at the door, afraid of overstepping.

"Well, goodnight Y/N. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Hey, wait." You smile and come close to him. He swallows, his mouth suddenly feeling dry when he feels your breasts press against his chest. "First lesson— give me a kiss."

"Right now?"

"Jeon Jungkook, we're doing this tomorrow. People are gonna have to see this at least once while we're together." He nods and presses a quick kiss against your cheek. "Not bad, but a little longer?" He complies and presses another kiss, leaving his pillowy lips against your cheek for a little longer before pulling away. "Perfect. Now here." You point at your lips before crossing your arms.

"Y/N, I—"

"Don't be afraid, just do it. I won't kick you in the balls or anything."

"It's not that. I just don't think I'm a great at this stuff."

"Okay." You tippytoe and gently grab his jaw while you lean towards his face. "Just relax, okay? Don't think too much of it." He stays silent, doe eyes constantly on you as you continue to inch forward.

Sparks. Just sparks everywhere for Jungkook.

He feels your soft lips against his and he relaxes, moreso because he feels like he's lost all senses being this close to you. Taking in your scent. Kissing you.

"There." He stands still, still trying to process the kiss. "Not bad. We'll get better over time, but at least that looks believable. Just—" You put his hands down as they were about to fall onto your hips during the kiss, but they fell short. "Let it happen and hold me, okay?" You smile. "Night Jungkook."

"N-night." He stutters as he watches you close the door. "Fuck." He whispers to himself when he realizes he's now sporting a boner. "Jungkook, what the fuck is this?!" He continues to whisper to himself as he waddles down your hallway.

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darkest truths : s.r

returning from his time in prison, spencer joins you and the team on a mission that takes a darker turn than you could’ve imagined. (2k) 

darkest truths / brightest lies 

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Everyone was a tad nervous for Spencer to return, yet despite the team's anticipation to watch him walk through the glass doors to the bullpen, a few kept a close eye on you.

“Todays the day, huh?” Penelope nudges you, snapping you from your deep thought about the situation in hand.

Spinning in your chair, you hum in response. “Yeah, today is the big day.” You laugh lightly, but Penelope as always can see straight through you.

Tutting under her breath, she perches herself on the edge of your desk. “What is it? You didn’t have a fight or something last night?” Penelope asks, but you shake your head.

“No, we, we’re good, I promise you.” You reach out, resting your hand on her arm as you listen to a long sigh of relief from Penelope. “I’ve just got a lot on my mind, but nothing I can’t handle.” You assure her, wanting to move the topic onward.

“Thank the heavens for that,” She rises to her feet happily. “I can’t have my forbidden lovers at a loss.” Penelope dramatically claims before a gasp sounds from her.

Leaning back, you catch sight of the reason for her gasp; Doctor Spencer Reid returning to the bullpen, something no one thought was a possibility for a short while.

“You’re back!” Penelope yells as she rushes over, enveloping Spencer into a tight hug.

Spencer hugs Penelope back, patting her back as he looks over at you with a small smile. You knew he was nervous about returning, he’d been up half the night talking to you over the phone as he rearranged his book collection for the twelfth time.

Quickly, everyone welcomed Spencer back with open arms. JJ was the last to greet him, having a quiet word before glancing over to you. “Don’t leave her waiting any longer, Spence.” JJ mutters to Spencer, patting his arm as she smiles your way.

Rising to your feet, Spencer hovers in front of you. “Welcome back, Doctor Reid.” You chuckle, even after all these years, some things never do change.

“It’s good to be back, Y/l/n.” He tells you, his hand reaching out for yours as he squeezes it lightly. “Thank you for last night, and staying on the phone.” Spencer mutters, feeling you squeeze his hand back for a moment.

“Anytime, Spence. You know that.” You whisper back, hugging him briefly just as Emily emerges from her office.

“I hate to say it now, but we’ve got a case.” She announces, and you all quickly file into the conference room.

Taking your seats, Spencer sits beside you as Penelope places all your files down. “Can’t say this is the warm welcome I expected to be giving to the good Doctor himself but seems serial killers refuse to take a day off.” Penelope states as she picks up her remote.

Shuffling forward in your seat, you watch closely, oblivious to Spencer glancing out of the corner of his eye. Yet, despite your lack of knowledge, Rossi could see it clearly. Spencer could barely take his eyes off of you, admiring the concentration as your brows furrow together, the determination and focus in your gaze as you listen intently to Penelope. Truth be told, Spencer missed it, more than he allows to let on.

“Today you’ll be heading to Beavercreek, Ohio. Within the past week, there have been three separate homicides. All three victims have yet to be identified and were found with eight gunshot wounds, one of which in the head, killing them.” Penelope shudders as you all look through the case files.

“Shot execution-style, efficient.” You comment, looking at the photos of the two male victims found on the outskirts of town, dumped with their ankles and wrists bound.

“Do we have any leads?” Tara asks, and Emily steps in.

“Since we have yet to identify our John and Jane Does, we’re going based on missing person reports within the past twelve months. These victims were all taken and killed recently, so our unsub isn’t keeping them long. Wheels up in thirty.” Emily explains.  “Oh, Y/n, mind if I have a word?” She asks, exiting the room as she heads to her office.

“Someones in trouble.” Luke jokes as you roll your eyes, but Spencer glances over as a look of concern crosses his expression.

“It’s fine, Spence.” You assure him. “You go ahead, I’ll be right behind.” You smile to him as he exits the conference room with JJ whilst you make your way over to Emily’s office.

“I know this is Spencer’s first day back, but I wanted to ask how you are.” Emily states as she gathers her things whilst you hover in the doorway.

Smiling softly, you nod. “I, I’m good.” You tell her, but Emily raises a brow, clearly unconvinced. “I promise, Em. I’m doing fine.”

“Okay,” She sighs, walking toward you. “but if there’s any change, you have to let me know, alright?”

“You got it, boss.” You salute to her as you both exit her office, catching up with the rest of the team as you enter the elevator.

*

Standing in the ME’s office, the sight before you made your stomach churn.

Usually, these sort of sights never had an effect on you, but something this time is different.

“Hey, you okay in there?” JJ asks, resting her hand on your arm as you snap from your daze as you stare at the bullet hole in the centre of the forehead, wishing that it was the only bullet hole on the John Doe.

“Sorry,” You mumble. “lost in thought for a second.” You clear your throat, stepping closer to the John Doe as you bend over, taking a closer look at the bruising on the wrists from the ropes. “So these victims were tied up, restrained and then shot seven times in the torso and once in the head?”

JJ walks over with the ME’s report in hand. “Actually,” JJ trails off and you stand up now, looking at her as her brows furrow. “it says seven shots were fired post mortem.”

“Why would the unsub shoot seven times after their victim was already dead? Seems like severe overkill.” You reason, and JJ hums. “Sometimes not adding up, we better let the others know.”

“Hold on,” JJ pauses, reading further into the report. “it says there’s something on each victim's mastoids.”

Turning around, you walk over and glance down. “It’s the letter T.” You tell JJ as she bends down beside you, taking a look for herself. “Could it be a signature?”

“I’m not sure.” She states. “Let me get the report for our first Jane Doe, see if there’s anything different for hers.”

As JJ exits the room, you exhale deeply and take a seat. “It’s fine, Y/n.” You tell yourself as you rest your hands against the cool metal cabinet behind you as you try to recompose yourself.

“Y/n,” JJ calls out. “we gotta talk to the team, look.”

Passing you the file, you sigh at the sight of what is on the Jane Doe’s ear.

“T & D?” You speak up, and JJ nods. “Let’s go.”

*

“Truth or Dare.” Spencer states as he stands in front of the boards. “Our unsub is playing truth or dare with our Jane and John Does. Answer truthfully, avoid being shot. Lie, and well.” He trails off as he motions to the pictures behind him.

“Any update on who our Does might be?” JJ asks as Penelope remains connected and the sound of her typing echoes through the line.

“I’ve found a potential match for our Jane Doe. Lucia Hanes, 24, went missing six months ago. On her way home from work but never arrived, reported missing since and never found.” Penelope explains.

“Garcia, can you-”

“I’ve sent you her families details to your tablets.” Penelope finishes before Emily could even ask.

Chuckling to yourself, you open your tablet, looking at the information. “Thanks, Pen.” You call out as you all split up, you and Luke heading to Lucia’s mother's house.

“So, how does it feel?” Luke asks as you pull up outside Marie Jakings house.

“How does what feel?” You question as you walk up the driveway, Luke behind you.

“Having Reid back?” He nudges you playfully. “Come on, he’s your guy, or whatever you two call it.”

Rolling your eyes, you knock on Marie’s door. “He’s my boyfriend, technically.” You comment, knowing Spencer has spent more time in jail than you have officially dating. “But my best friend first and foremost.” You add as the door opens.

“Hello?” Marie answers, crossing her arms as she looks between you and Luke.

“Ms Jakings?” Luke asks as he holds his badge out. “I’m Agent Alvez and this is Agent Y/L/N. We’re here regarding the disappearance of your daughter, Lucia Hanes.”

Marie’s hand rises as she covers her mouth, muffling a sob. “Ms Jakings, I understand this has been hard for you, but we’re only asking for a few minutes if that’s alright?” Your voice softens as Marie straightens up and stifles her sob, allowing you both inside.

Sitting in her living room, you can’t help but notice the pictures of Lucia covering the mantelpiece and as you blink, you can’t help but vision Lucia lying on that metal table, lifeless.

“Thank you for your time, Ms Jakings,” Luke speaks up as Marie sits opposite you, her hands shaking as she picks up her mug of coffee.

“Do you have kids?” She questions, looking between you both.

“I, no.” You stumble over your words as she simply nods.

“So you have no idea how hard this is? Your daughter goes to work and never comes home, and has potentially been a victim of, of a serial killer?” Marie’s voice cracks as tears fall from her eyes.

“Ms Jakings, I’m sorry, I truly am. But right now, we’re just trying to find any connection between your daughter and our unsub.” Luke explains, leaning forward whilst you swallow the vomit rising in your throat. “Was there anyone who would’ve wanted to hurt Lucia? Or had a problem with her?”

Marie hums to herself for a moment before glancing towards you. “No, she, she was a kind person. She studied hard, she was saving up to go travelling. I, I’ve never had an issue with her.” Marie states. “But, there was this incident in High School,” Marie mutters.

“An incident?” You ask. “What, what sort of incident?”

“Well, Lucia and her classmates took part in an online game. She told me it was something everyone was doing all around town.” Marie glances over to the framed photo of Lucia and herself on Lucia’s graduation. “I didn’t think much of it, none of the parents did.”

“What game was this?” Luke speaks up, now taking his phone out to record the conversation between the three of you.

“Truth or dare.” Marie tells you both, noticing the look shared between you and Luke.

“Ms Jakings, I think it’s best if we bring you into the station, for your own safety and we can continue the conversation there.” You explain as you rise to your feet, Marie complying.

“I’ll call Garcia, have her check into the history of this game in the school.” Luke comments as you walk out to the SUV with Marie.

As you all sit in the SUV, Luke pulls away whilst you sit in the back with Marie. “It’s to do with that game, isn’t it?” Marie asks, her voice shaking now as you remain silent. “I knew it would catch up with them.” She mutters.

“Ms Jakings, what do you-”

Before you could finish your sentence, Luke yells as a force collides with the car. Immediately you’re knocked to the side, slamming your head against the window as you faintly hear Luke calling your name until everything becomes black.

PART TWO

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[warmau]

☆ko-fi au: lovestruck!au x dogwalker!au yanan find other pentagon aus: here

yanan looks at the little pomeranian sitting on top of the coffee table in your living room

they have their tongue out and the little foxy face betrays a head full of no thoughts at all

"hello!"

yanan smiles cheerily and looks down at the app that lists the information of your pet, including their name

the dog walking business he works for is on another level. long gone are the paper flyers stuck to trees.

"hello - donut."

at the sound of their name, donut perks up and stands on the little nubs of their legs

it hops off the table and trots over to him - barely even reaching yanan's ankle

for someone his size, yanan adores little lap dogs - he leans down to scoop donut up in his hands

"are you ready for a walk?"

donut, regardless of only knowing yanan for a grand total of three minutes, licks his cheek and yaps in the affirmative

with a chuckle, yanan starts to look for where you mentioned you'd left the collar and leash

right on one of the shelves, he pulls donuts leash down and briefly looks at the framed photo beside it

donut is sitting in someone's lap

yanan looks at the person, who he assumes is you, and nearly forgets that he's holding donut in his arms

the only reason he doesn't drop donut is because the pup has managed to tuck its nose into yanan's shoulder

you are smiling in the photo - sitting under a big beach umbrella

he's walked a lot of peoples dogs, he's been in a lot of peoples homes, and he's seen a lot of family photos

none of them have ever made him stop short of a breath

donut nuzzles under his chin suddenly and yanan snaps back into reality

he mumbles into the little dogs head

"how lucky are you to have such a pretty owner?"

yanan becomes donut's designated walker.

you adore him - even though you have never seen or met him.

you are usually away at work when you request donut be walked, and therefore you haven't had any face to face contact with yanan

his profile picture on the app is a smiling puppy, so you kind of just imagine him as one

a big smiley pup walking your small smiley puppy

donut always seems happy when you come home after he walks with yanan earlier, yanan leaves treats in little bags along with notes after the walks too

you get regularly updated photos of donut on park benches and curiously sniffing other dogs on the street

the only snippet of yanan is his hand in a photo petting the top of donut's small head - his palm nearly dwarfing your dog

part of you thinks he must be like this with everyone - his rating on the app is perfect and everyone comments that he's hard to book

but your requests for donut always get accepted

yanan....well, he just harbors secretly that one day he will get to meet you

because from what he knows about you - which is the photo that you always set donut's leash by

and the affectionate and loving way donut acts

he thinks he can only imagine you in waves of stars and softness

dogs mimic their owners, and donut is nothing short of kind and affectionate

yanan also knows what you look like and he'd never in a million years think he'd see someone so very much his type - in a photo nonetheless

you and yanan pass each other by only in texts and in-app ratings. in the tips you leave for him walking donut and the notes he writes about how much he likes looking after your dog

yanan embarrassingly picks donut up while he's riding the elevator up to your apartment to drop him off and asks

"would your owner like me?"

donut's tail wags in response and yanan tilts his head

"so you think they would?"

donut gives another lazy blink and a small yap

"im crazy. talking to a dog."

yanan sets him down just as the elevator opens

another resident of the building, your neighbor gets all flushed as they pass him by

yanan gives a polite greeting as he fishes your spare from under the mat to let donut back in

you, busy at work, get a sudden text from your neighor

hey - your dogwalker is hot, is he single?

you hover your keys over your work computer and blink

yanan is hot?

you text back before anyone else in the office can see

really? i don't know, i've never seen him.

the reply is almost instant: oh my god. you NEED TO.

it must be luck, or actually unluck, that you end up getting sick the next week

you can't go to work but you can't make the long mid-afternoon walk you usually take your dog on so you request yanan for the job

you get an immediate confirmation and when you hear the door unlock fifteen minutes past noon

you haul your tired body out of your blankets and cough syrup as donut hops in front of you

slipping on a mask and a hoodie - you forget that you must look a mess - when you step into the living room to meet yanan for the first time

and

your neighbor hit the nail on the head. yanan, standing tall and lean in the doorway, is hot.

his black hair is pulled back by a jogging headband, his smile is wide and pretty and his eyes sparkle when they see donut

and in your dumbstruck awe, he looks up to see you

yanan also goes still. mostly because he did not know you were here, you hadn't mentioned you'd be home in the request

and beside the obvious fact that you're sick, due to the slight swelling under your eyes and mask

yanan hears alarm bells ring in his head: oh god they're so cute in person oh god what should i say to not make a fool of myself

"im here for donut!"

he manages - still functioning enough to speak

"oh not for me?"

it's a bad attempt at a joke, but your brain is fried from the flu and the hot guy in your apartment

yanan thinks he might die - but he manages to laugh slightly

"no, you only paid for donut - walks with me are extra."

you try to laugh too, but a cough comes out instead

you excuse yourself and yanan is left standing there with what could be hearts floating above his head if it weren't for the fact that he wasn't in a comic strip

the entire time yanan and donut are out, you think about how embarrassing that was

you didn't know what to expect - definitely not this level of attractiveness and of course i had to go and make a corny joke!

yanan is thinking about it too - almost walking straight into an oncoming cyclist as donut tangles their leash around their legs

what should i have said? they're cuter in person than the photo even with their face hidden! would it be weird to ask someone sick out on a date?

when it's time to bring donut home - yanan pep talks himself in front of your door

he picks donut up and off the floor - lifting him up and going

"im going to impress your owner, right - they'll like me for sure!"

donut yaps and yanan groans

"you're right. why would they like me - they probably already have a boyfriend, donut tell me does your owner have a boyfriend?"

he brings donut nose to nose with him and the pom just keeps wagging their tail

"don't hide it from me donut - we're friends - is your owner single, i don't want to ask someone out who is taken."

donut sticks their little pink tongue out to give yanan's a kiss

"ah - no, focus donut! does your owner have a boy-"

"i don't"

yanan twirls around, he almost tumbles over in the hallway as he sees you in the door

you've got your mask on but you look a little better after taking your medicine

"d-did you hear everything"

you try not to laugh because you're scared it'll come out as another cough

"yes...the walls in this building are thin."

yanan feels his throat go dry with embarrassment, he sets donut down who goes speeding into your apartment with the leash trailing behind

"sorry - i must seem like such a freak-"

"i don't think so. i like it that you're asking my dog for intel on me, have to love a man who trusts a dog."

yanan chuckles, scratching the back of his neck

"so .... does that mean you would ever consider ... going out with me some time?"

you shrug playfully

"well, you'd have to give me a week or two to get better but - i think we can arrange something."

you give him a teasing tilt of your head as yanan tries not to flush pink

"do i have to book dates with you through the app too - i don't want to get in the way of any of your other dogwalking duties."

yanan's eyes turn pretty when he smiles in response

"nope - i'll make sure my schedule puts you and donut first for whenever you're ready."

donut yaps from somewhere inside, knocking over what you're sure is a book or two in an excited post walk frenzy

you look over your shoulder than back at yanan

"so im guessing you're ok with me bringing donut on the date too?"

donut appears between your legs, looking at yanan with big brown eyes

yanan leans down to give them a scratch behind the ears

"of course - wouldn't be right without him."

you say your goodbyes and yanan says he'll be back for tomorrow's walk. when you close the door you feel all giddy, maybe half from the nyquil but also because of the little exchange

donut nips at your ankle and you look down, he yaps and you grin

"no no - even if i get a boyfriend, you're still my first love."

#lovestruck au #yanan au #pentagon au #yanan scenaerios #pentagon scenarios #yanan imagines #pentangon imagines #yanan #pentagon #sfw #dogs/ #ko fi commissions

[charming-mage]

The Search For Marinette Dupain-Cheng

This is my take on my prompt The Search For Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

You know, I always wondered about Marinette taking care of Akumas while overseas. If she takes too long, she’ll scare her loved ones half to death. Can’t rush too much or else she risks losing her miraculous because of it. Since no one is aware of her identity, she doesn’t have anyone to cover for her.  Friends who are unaware of the truth will cover her for so long before they have to fess up.

In salt fics, the class usually doesn’t care where Marinette is on Gotham trips. Here, they give a shit.

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In which Lila messes with some signs and Marinette gets lost when she comes back late (via Kaalki) after dealing with an Akuma attack in France. 

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The two week school field trip in Tokyo was supposed to be an enjoyable experience. There’s booked reservations at classy restaurants, a fancy hotel with a big pool, shows, and tours throughout Tokyo. Lila is most looking forward to the fashion expo. If she doesn’t do something soon, it looks like she’ll miss out on that too. Marinette been missing for two days and Lila is already sick of it. 

All because she miscalculated in a spur of the moment plan.

“Marinetteeee! Where are you,” shouts a crying Alya. The girl spots a few tourists and shoves a flier in their faces. Nino joins in with his own fliers. “Have you seen my friend Marinette Dupain-Cheng? Cutest French girl you’ve ever seen with a heart of gold. So kind she’d innocently help a stranger, unaware they’re a bad guy.” The tourists each give a half hearted ‘no’ before speed walking away.

“Walk faster Lila! Marinette can be anywhere.”

Lila puts on a concerned mask. “Of course.”

All this time wasted just because she moved some signs. 

She hadn’t meant for Marinette to go missing. Only to buy some time so she can guilt trip Adrien to be her partner for the fashion expo. 

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The day before, the class went to a big nature park. It’s notable for its many trails. The deeper you went into the park, the denser the trees are. They all partnered up and to her dismay she got Nathaniel instead of Adrien. The best thing about the artist is that he gets so into drawing the sights he doesn’t notice when she wanders off. It gave her more time to plot how to switch partners with the least amount of fuss.

During one of her secret plotting sessions, she heard a very loud conversation farther down the trail she’s on. Rose shouts for Marinette to not split up, and Marinette screams back a blatant lie about wanting to see a moose in the Relaxation Trial. Also to not expect her for forty minutes. Total hypocrite this girl is. ‘We can only be friends if you stop lying.’ Sure, and it’s okay for only Marinette to lie. Everyone else who does so is bad. Can’t even tell Rose you honestly want to ditch her.

When Lila noticed the Relaxation Trail sign nearby, an idea formed in her head. She ducked into a bush to hide. When Marinette ran into the trail and her map fell out of her bag Lila burst into action. 

It took a little adjustment to the multiple sign post. It wasn’t too hard as the signs on the pole were already a little loose. Just needed to switch the sign that led back to the meetup with the Reflection Trial sign. According to the map, the Reflection one is a winding trial leading to a dead end. Marinette would be forced to walk all the back as the park employees told them it’s easy to get lost if you go off the trial. Aside from putting some sticks on the map, it was left mostly alone as she wanted her rival to use it to get back to base. She may not have liked Marinette, but she didn’t want anything horrible to happen to her.

By the time it got dark, Marinette still hadn’t gotten back to the meetup point. Forty minutes had already flown by. Lila hadn’t noticed as she was trying to convince Adrien to switch partners and tell everyone it was his idea. If Marinette was here the noisy girl would have interfered. 

Rose’s cry of alarm got the others to find out Marinette was missing. The goodie two shoes wasn’t answering Rose’s calls. A quick check near the Relaxation Trial sign revealed Marinette’s map had flown into a bush.

The field trip went downhill from there. 

The police were called. Afterwards, it’s discovered the cameras in that area were down much to Lila’s relief. Even though she feels a bit responsible, she’s not admitting to anything. Even if she did confess, it’s not like it’ll help the police. Doing so will get her in huge trouble and gain scrutiny in her actions from then on. How will telling what she did help find Marinette? It’d be for nothing.

When it comes down to it, Lila’s self preservation is above Marinette’s well being.

Some good fun will keep her mind from unpleasant things. Too bad no one besides Lila is interested in the scheduled events. This is a vacation, so going to a few events is a must. The class just want to spend time searching for Marinette. The transfer student wouldn’t have minded hanging up missing posters or spreading the word. This class takes it to another level.

Every waking moment is spent looking for Marinette. Breaks become a treasured time. They walk many miles each day. Max posts missing posters in Japanese forums. Alya bothers the police for updates. Adrien even got Chole (who stayed in Paris) to pull some strings to get more attention in the local news.

Because of Marinette’s disappearance, they have to stay in groups of at least three. No exceptions. So if Lila wants to do anything, she needs to convince any group she’s in to go with her.

It’s more challenging than expected.

Day 5

"Hey guys, why don’t we take our break inside the museum we were supposed to go to? It has air conditioning and we can look at some stuff for a bit while we’re sitting down.”

“Sorry Lila, I’m not in the mood to admire art.”

“I agree with Nathaniel. Just doesn’t feel right.”

Day 8

“Let’s go on the sightseeing tour. We can look for Marinette while we’re on it.”

“No thanks.”

“Nah, a taxi is better as we can choose where to drive.”

Day 10

“.....my leg injury is acting up. It’s okay to leave me here. I don’t mind.”

“No way Lila. We’re not leaving you alone on a bench outside Universal Studios. What if we lose you too?”

“.............”

Day 11

Lila has had it with these people. Reservations and events have been canceled. Solemn, awkward moping. Refusal to do anything but looking for Marinette. The only event left is the one she’s been most looking forward to: the fashion expo. Through some maneuvering and sneakiness, no one remembered to cancel the expo tickets.

There’s no way in hell she wants to miss this event: a lecture by Edna Mode herself. There’s rumors circling the fashion industry the famous designer is going to explore a new clothing line. Along with finding a muse for it.

The previous class activities can be let go without much struggle. Not this one, though. This could be the golden ticket to a very prestigious job. Even more than being a Gabriel model.

There’s a chance things might go right this time. The group is filled by pushovers Adrien, Rose, and Juleka. As long as she stays firm, they’ll go along with her plan.

With the directions in mind, Lila manages to slyly maneuver the group to walk outside Tokyo Big Sight. The sight of the Edna Mode banners hanging outside the arena fills her with excitement.

Lila coughs for their attention. “Guys, it’s time for our lunch break. We need the energy to keep this up.”

Rose reluctantly says, “Oh you’re right Lila. Can you pass out our lunches please?” 

“Sure thing.” She reaches into the bag and whoops. There’s conveniently no lunch bags in there. “Oh no guys, there’s only water bottles in here.”

“It’s okay Lila, we can buy some food nearby.” Rose digs out her phone. “Hmm... I think there’s a cheap fast food place nearby.”

“There’s no need to look far. We can just go into the expo. They have to have some food near the entrance.”

There’s silence at her words.

Juleka narrows her eyes. “Why do I feel you just want to go to the expo?”

Lila is surprised Juleka of all people is calling her out. “No, no. It’s just, why walk more when there’s food right here.”

“Lila, do you not care about finding Marinette?,” a sad Rose asks.

“How could you say that? Of course I do! We worked so hard and we deserve a break. Marinette would understand.”

Rose snaps. “Understand? Every minute counts! We might never see Marinette ever again. She could be injured and alone, kidnapped, or worse! If one of us was missing, she wouldn’t give up.”

The fire in Rose’s eyes startles Lila. Never thought she’d see the bubbly girl break her happy persona. 

“No one said anything about giving up. Besides, the police are looking-”

“That doesn’t mean we should sit by and do nothing.” Rose tears up. “It’s my fault Marinette is gone. If I didn’t let her run off on her own, she would still be here.”

Juleka gives a comforting hug to Rose. 

Adrien speaks up. “I know you don’t like Marinette, but I never thought you would sink so low. It’s one thing if you’re not interested in helping. It’s another to actively interfere in something our friends care about.”

“I d-d-o care. We can pick up search after we eat.” It’s not like Lila wanted to prevent them from searching for Marinette. Ms. Bustier has forbidden anyone from being on their own. So she needed someone to be with her in order to do something. 

Lila spent so much time reassuring them, they missed the lecture.

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“---Breaking News! A French teenager stopped a missile launch by terrorists. Marinette Dupain-Cheng went missing during her class’ field trip. Miraculously, she disabled their base of operations, rescued a Princess, fought against pirates, escaped on the back of a deer, got their leader to surrender to the authorities-”

“That’s our every day Ladybug.” Alya hugs the TV with tears of joy. “Obviously she’d save the day while missing.” The reporter actually hissed when a stranger tried to tell her to stop hogging the TV. No one attempted removing her after that.

Since Ms. Bustier is currently with the police to bring Marinette back, there’s no one to reign in the partying classmates. Alix somehow convinced the hotel to give them a big complementary celebration cake. 

The only person not celebrating is an angry Lila. Glaring at her phone, the headlines riles her up every time she sees it.

Edna Mode’s First Baby Fashion Line

The Inspiration Behind the New Designs

“My godson is my inspiration-”

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Jack-Jack is Edna’s muse. Lol.

To save you a google search, this park mentioned in this fic is made up. It’s based on a bunch nature parks I’ve been to before. Tokyo does have parks and nature trials, though. In case you missed it, an attack happened in the late afternoon and Marinette got back at night (when it got dark) in Japan Standard Time. Keep in mind there is a 8 hour difference between these countries.

With this completed, I can finish chapter two of Dupont’s Worst Nightmare. :)

#lila salt #lila rossi #miraculous ladybug #answeredprompt #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #thesearchformarinettedupaincheng

[t0wnspersonb]

Breathe (Oikawa Tooru x Reader)

Word Count: 2,425

Summary: As the manager of Aoba Johsai, you take it upon yourself to make sure everyone is taken care of. Which is why you find yourself making sure that a certain captain isn’t pushing himself, especially after a knee injury. It’s not until an incident in the locker room that you begin to realize just how much Oikawa means to you.

Warnings: FLUFF, making out, language

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I. Fucking. Love. Oikawa. Tooru. With. All. My. Heart.💕💕💕 I hope you guys like this one! I wanted to turn it into a smut but didn’t lol. Everyone is an Oikawa girl, don’t even lie! Please let me know what you think, and also let me know if you guys would be interested in some Oikawa smut👀👀 I’m currently working one on two more pieces. I want to show some Tendou love and everyone needs more Ushijima content in their life! I hope you guys are having a fantastic week and I’m so sorry for the slow updates! Stay safe and stay happy😊😊😊

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“Kindaichi nice receive!” you cheered brightly, giving the middle blocker a thumbs up. 

 The first year blushed at your praise, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment, he bowed to you briefly before running off to finish the rest of his warmups.

 As the warmups progressed you continuously shouted out praises towards the players, along with words of encouragement.

 It wasn’t anything new, even as the manager at Kitagawa you did the same thing. It was your way of displaying your never-ending support towards the boys. 

 It was routine.

 It was something they were all used to, and greatly appreciated. You were like the doting older sister, or the motherly friend of the group, either way, you were always there for the team.

 You always took care of them, and it never went unnoticed.

 “Wow! That was a fantastic spike Iwa! That’s our ace!” you grinned cheekily at the spiky haired male, he smirked, throwing you a quick thumbs up before shuffling off once again.

 “Why do you never cheer for me?” a familiar voice said next to your ear, a gentle pressure being applied to your shoulder.

 You sighed softly, reaching over, and patting at his head that was now next to your gently. 

 “Maybe if you were actually on time to practice I would.” you said coyly. 

 “That’s not fair Y/n-chan, I was getting my knee looked at.” Oikawa whined, finally separating himself from you. You turned from your position on the chair, staring at him with calculating eyes.

 “Well maybe if you actually rested and stopped hurting yourself you wouldn’t have to go get your knee looked. Again.” You frowned.

 Oikawa’s eyes flickered over your face before gently resting his pointer finger between your creased eyebrows. 

 “You worry too much. If you keep making that expression, you’ll get wrinkles.” He teased, but his expression was incredibly soft. “You do enough already, you don’t need to be worrying about my knee too. It’s fine.”

 “But I do worry Tooru! You’re the captain, your team needs you in top shape. You’re also incredibly important to me, of course I’ll worry.” You exclaimed.

 He blinked at you for a moment, your words sinking in. Oikawa couldn’t help but wonder if that was a confession, he was important to you? Did that mean you returned his feelings?

 Oikawa was hopelessly in love with you, since middle school. But you either ignored his feelings completely, or you were too dense to even notice them.

 He hoped it was the latter.

 While you were incredibly smart and caring, there were moments that you were just so incredibly oblivious. It was endearing though, he always found it incredibly cute.

 You were just incredibly cute.

 “Besides, your fans would cry if they knew you were hurting yourself.” you finished, and nodded your head towards the balcony, gesturing to the group of girls that were staring at Oikawa blatantly.

 Yeah, you were definitely oblivious.

 Oikawa mentally sighed to himself as he mustered up the strength to smile at the group of girls, he waved at them.

 You could hear them squeal in delight, calling out his name easily and waving back. This however, caught the attention of the entire team.

 “Crappykawa! You got some nerve coming in late and being so relaxed!” Iwaizumi started screaming at him, annoyance clear on his face.

 “Sorry Iwa-chan.” Oikawa laughed, sticking out his tongue as he scratched the back of his head sheepishly. 

 “You seriously piss me off!” Iwaizumi growled, stalking over to the captain.

 You stood up immediately, pushing yourself between the two third years, your delicate hands easily pressing against Iwaizumi’s chest. 

 “I already scolded him Iwa, we need to get started on serving before Coach comes back from his call.” you said easily, gazing up at the angry male. His eyes flickered down to you and he sighed in irritation before stepping back, his hand rested on top of your hands, giving them a gentle squeeze before pulling them away from his body.

 “You got lucky this time, if you slack off during practice, I’m throwing a ball at your head.” he scowled before jogging off towards the court.

 A soft frown coated Oikawa’s face as he replayed the scene in his head. Did you like Iwaizumi? Did Iwaizumi like you?

 That couldn’t be right… right? Iwaizumi knew how much Oikawa liked you… so then why - 

 “Tooru?” you cocked your head to the side. “Is everything okay?”

 “Just fine!” He said grinning at you, “I’ll be expecting a cheer too, okay Y/n-chan?” he said before running towards the court to join the others.

 You frowned, that smile was entirely fake, you just didn’t understand why he gave you one, usually all the smiles that Oikawa gave you were genuine. 

 You shook your head from the thought before turning your attention back to the boys and your notes.

 The practice continued without a hitch, your cheers and encouragement loud and proud as always.

 In the middle of practice, you stepped out to refill the water bottles, and that’s when Oikawa turned towards Iwaizumi accusingly.

 “Are you trying to take Y/n-chan away from me!?” he asked suspiciously, pointing at him.

 A ticked off look immediately began to overtake the ace’s face. “Huh!?”

 Oikawa flinched away but then hardened his stare. “I mean it Iwa-chan! You know how much I like her! Did you fall for her too!?”

 The rest of the team sighed at their captain’s antics, everyone on the team knew of Oikawa’s feelings for you, everyone but you it seemed.

 “Yes Shittykawa, I fell for Y/n too.” Iwaizumi said sarcastically, causing Oikawa to gasp dramatically at the statement.

 “Well if Iwaizumi fell for her, then I did too.” Hanamaki mused jokingly. 

 “Then I guess I did too.” Matsukawa laughed. 

 “Oi second and first years you can tell him too. Don’t hold back.” Iwaizumi called out.

 “Y/n-senpai is really pretty.” Yahaba thought out loud.

 Kindaichi nodded. “Yeah, she’s really nice too.” he flushed.

 “Stop it!” Oikawa grumbled. He knew that everyone was teasing him, but… just the thought of you capturing another male’s attention, well, he didn’t like that at all.

 “Then sack up already and confess to her before it’s too late.” Iwaizumi rolled his eyes. “She likes you too… I’m sure.”

 “It’s either she does, or she doesn’t Iwa-chan!” Oikawa snapped.

 Before anyone else could say anything, you had returned with the drinks, you looked over at them in confusion, wondering why they had stopped practicing.

 “Did you guys need a break? Should I have told Coach not to use the new training regime we came up with? I know it’s a bit more taxing than usual, I just thought that you guys have been doing so well in your matches that you needed something a bit more challenging…” you trailed off frowning.

 Why is she so darn cute? Oikawa thought, looking at your worried face. 

 “The training regime is fine Y/n-chan. You worry too much.” Oikawa said simply, before calling attention back to practice.

 The rest of the practice ended all too soon, and you found yourself helping the others clean up the gym before Mizoguchi-sensei pulled you away briefly to make sure the plans for the upcoming practice match were solid.

 By the time you had wrapped up with him the gym was cleaned out and empty, said for a lone jacket that laid on the floor.

 You sighed softly to yourself as you noticed that it was Kyotani’s number. Sometimes it really did feel like you were the mom of the team.

 You packed up your stuff and made your way towards the boy’s locker room to drop off the jacket, you were under the impression that everyone had gone home for the night. It didn’t even register in your mind that you didn’t have to use the key that you had to get into the room.

 But the image before you had your heart stopping in your chest, your bag and Kyotani’s jacket slipping from your grasp and onto the floor.

 Oikawa was gripping at his injured knee pain, soft tears spilling over his cheeks, his teeth gritted together tightly to keep from crying out.

 “T-Tooru! Hold on!” you exclaimed and ran out the door, running to the nurse’s office to grab a bag of ice before running back to the hurt third year.

 You could feel your heart hammering in your chest as rushed up the stairs towards the locker room. 

 You should’ve made him sit out, you should’ve realized that he was probably in pain the entire time and decided to fight through it, for the sake of the team.

 You should’ve known.

 You busted through the door once again, rushing towards the sitting figure on the ground, the door loudly swung shut behind you.

 “I’m here Tooru, hold on.” you murmured softly, carefully crouching down close to Oikawa. You gently pushed his hands away, taking notice of the redness and swelling, before you carefully placed the bag of ice onto his skin.

 A soft whimper tore through his lips at the throbbing pain, his hands shooting out to grab at your jacket, pulling you closer between his legs until he was able to rest his head against your shoulder.

 You had seen Oikawa in so many different ways, except this one. For the most part, he was an open book about his feelings, but for some reason he never let you see the physical pain he would be in, this was a first for you. 

 Despite the soft blush that covered your face at the proximity, your instincts to take care of him overshadowed that.

 But… did Oikawa always smell this good to you? You had never been quite this close to him.

 You could hear his stunted breathing as he tried to bite down the pain, his sobs being choked down.

 “Breathe, Tooru.” You whispered softly, your hand that wasn’t holding the ice pack reached up and rested softly against the back of his head, your fingers carefully playing with the strands of hair at the nape of his neck.

 He sucked in a deep breath, a sob escaping his lips as he began taking in lungful’s of air.

 “That’s right, good. Keep breathing, I’ve got you. Tooru, breathe for me.” You murmured soothingly.

 You weren’t sure how long you were in this position for, or long it took for his breathing to get back to normal, but eventfully it did.

 “Y/n-chan.” Oikawa said after a couple of moments of silence, but before you could respond you felt cool fingers slipping behind your neck, and then something soft and slightly wet pressed against your mouth.

 Oh.

 Oh. 

 He was kissing you.

 Oikawa was kissing you.

 A surprised sound escaped your mouth, the hand that was holding the ice pack to his knee was now pressed against his chest.

 You thought that you were moving to push him away, but somehow you pulled him closer. Your fingers gripped tightly at his shirt, and you found yourself kissing back immediately.

 This was… this was good. This was really good. You would have never thought, never even imagined that this was a possibility.

 Of course, you knew how charming, how attractive Oikawa was, but you never knew how good it felt to kiss him.

 He nipped softly at your bottom lip, your lips parted almost immediately, and his tongue invaded your mouth completely, exploring every inch of it before tangling his tongue against yours.

 A soft whimper escaped your lips and his grip on you tightened, the hand around your neck slid down softly, gently grazing over your breasts before trailing down your stomach to the hem of your shirt. Oikawa’s slender fingers carefully slithered inside, his tips carefully touching the soft skin at your stomach, and then you felt your world beginning to shift.

 Oikawa was carefully leaning you back into the floor before your eyes flew open. 

 “Tooru wait!” you panted; your hand that was resting on his strong chest began to push him away from you.

 He jerked back slightly, his face flushed, and his lips swollen as he tried to focus his lust filled gaze on your panicked expression.

 Shit. 

 Did he go too far? He couldn’t help himself, not after the way you took care of him, the way you comforted him.

 Damn it.

 He should’ve waited before kissing you, he should’ve told you that he’s liked you since middle school before doing that, he should’ve -

 “Tooru your knee! You need to be more careful you were about to put pressure on it!” you exclaimed, looking at his injury in worry before grabbing the ice pack and placing it back on.

 Oikawa blinked at you.

 You… shoved him away because you worried about his knee?

 Soft laughter began escaping his lips, his hand running through his mused hair carefully. He’s never felt more relief in his entire life.

 “Why are you laughing Tooru? This is serious, why didn’t you sit practice out?” you frowned.

 His gaze turned to your face, before slim fingers grabbed your chin gently. 

 “I’m in love with you, Y/n-chan. I wanted to tell you that before I kissed you… but I couldn’t help myself.” he said seriously.

 This time you blinked at him.

 “I love you too Tooru. You can kiss me all you want but please be more careful. I don’t like seeing you hurt.” You frowned, grabbing his hand from your chin and pressing it to the side of your face, gently nuzzling into his palm.

 His eyes widened at your statement. “Y-You love me too?”

 “Of course, I do.” you sighed, “who wouldn’t?”

 A soft blush coated his cheeks as he looked away from you in embarrassment, not only at your confession but also your statement.

 “Can you stand?” you asked gently.

 He nodded, and both of you guys carefully made your way onto your feet. His arm slung over your shoulder pulling you into his side easily.

 “Tooru?” you asked looking up at the tall male.

 “Will you… go out with me then?” he asked, looking anywhere but at your face.

 A soft smile coated your lips, “Of course, I will.”

 He glanced down at you, the red in his face darkening. “Then… tomorrow… let’s go on a date. Okay?”

 “If your knee is better.” You compromised. 

 Suddenly a wide grin overcame his face. “Ha ha. I win Iwa-chan!” 

 You cocked your head to the side in confusion but decided not to say anything about it. 

 You’d ask Iwaizumi tomorrow. 

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Fate's Funny Games

Pairing: Doyoung x Original Female Character|Reader

Genre: Alternate Universe - College/University, Romance, Fluff and Humor

Summary: Doyoung meets a familiar stranger when he goes on a 5 Minute Dating Challenge

Word count: 6.1k

Rating/Warnings: Mature / Explicit Sexual Content *Part 5 of my "The NCT Frat House Series"*

Author’s Note: Thank you for your patience if anyone has been waiting for an update on my series! Please enjoy my first Doyoung fic! Apologies ahead of time for any errors. Thank you for reading

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The 5 Minute Speed Dating Challenge guaranteed a date within 5 minutes or your sorry ass would get a drink on the house. Anita knew how desperate it was to give a gimmick like the Dating Challenge a try, but she reasoned that if things didn’t work out at least she’d get a free drink. All she had to do was have 60 second conversations with each new potential date until they rang the bell. If both parties couldn’t agree to ring the bell, they moved onto the next potential date.

She regretted wearing a strapless black leather dress and gold stilettos as the Dating Challenge called for her to get up and sit in a new chair every 60 seconds. She was expected to do this until she came across a person she’d ring the bell for. After 4 losers who couldn’t keep her interested for 60 seconds, she was considering giving up and asking if she could get her free drink already.

“Hello, I’m Doyoung,” her new potential date said as the two of them sat down across from each other, a silver ringer sitting at the center of the table.

He was wearing a well tailored navy blue suede suit, the white button down shirt had a large collar that highlighted the length of his graceful neck. How was it possible for a man to simply exist with effortless grace? His black hair was styled into a handsome quiff, and he eyed her with a confident smirk.

Before she could introduce herself, she realized that the man was actually not effortlessly graceful, just well trained. It had been 6 weeks ago when she first met him. He’d been wearing a blue tshirt and a pair of snap button joggers.

Anita had to hand it to Doyoung; he cleaned up well. She almost didn’t recognize him. If she hadn’t met him weeks ago, she wouldn’t have known that he was a frat bro. Before her sat a well groomed man whose gaze made her blush. Yet, she resisted the urge to giggle as the mental image of a red faced young man crouched over, crying into his lap, came to mind.

“Doyoung?” she asked, tilting her head slightly. “I thought your name was Dongyoung?”

“Er, um, that’s my legal name,” he said as his eyes softened. He scanned her face carefully.

She grinned at him, sitting up straight. She tucked her flat ironed hair behind her ears, and waited for him to figure out where he’d seen her before. That was, if he could remember. He’d been very drunk when they first met. She had been wearing scrubs with her hair tied back, so she was curious if he would recognize her.

“I’m Anita,” she said. “Do you remember me?”

“We’ve met?” he asked. He gave a small laugh into the fist he raised to his mouth, his eyes lighting up with his smile. “I can’t believe it. I couldn’t possibly have never seen someone as beautiful as you and forget.”

“How well does your memory run if you were drunk?” She couldn’t stop herself from teasing him, feeling blood rush up her neck.

“So I was drunk?” he said, resting a hand on his chin. He shut his eyes and gave a dramatic sigh as he threw his hands onto the table. “I refuse to believe we’ve met. How is it possible you know me and I don’t know you?”

“Laceration onto the right hand, 2 stitches,” she said, picking up his hand to run a finger over a pink scar at the center of his palm.

“You’re the sweet nurse!” he exclaimed, sitting up straight. His eyes seemed to look past her face and he frowned. “I’m going to kill Taeyong.”

“Taeyong, that’s your friend,” she said. Doyoung refocused on her. “He annoyed you because he wouldn’t sit still, and then he tore your pants open.” Doyoung’s face reddened as she kept talking. “You were upset at having your calf revealed. Your friend was kind enough to button your pants back together.”

“He said you weren’t my type, and I had romanticized our meeting.”

“You were very inebriated,” she said with a smile. “You cried a lot.”

“You saw me at my worst,” he said, shutting his eyes with a grimace.

“If that’s your worst, it’s quite infectious.”

He crossed his legs, and ran a hand through his hair. She felt her cheeks turn warm as he shifted to face her and smiled. She recalled how Taeyong had annoyed him so severely, Anita had to ask Taeyong to take a snack break and get something from the vending machine.

When they’d been alone, Anita hadn’t started stitching his wound yet. She had been injecting the area around his cut with novocaine to numb him up, but he had still cried. When she asked him what he did to calm down, he’d responded that he played the piano and sang. She had offered to sing with him to help calm his nerves.

They had sung a Charlie Puth song together. Doyoung’s voice was angelic, and even under the stress of having an open flesh wound while inebriated, Anita knew that Doyoung was a gifted singer. He’d complimented her voice between sobs when she began stitching him up. At the time, Anita had found Doyoung endearing for a drunk frat bro; she hadn’t even thought of possibly running into him outside of her work, much less at a dating game.

He was handsome, incredibly polite (almost to the point of parody), and a good dresser. Anita felt grateful that she’d run into him at a dating game, although she realized her predicament sounded like a poorly setup joke. An ER nurse walks into a bar with a frat bro during a Speed Dating game. The way he smiled at her washed away her concerns.

“Can I be honest with you?” Doyoung said, leaning over the table. “I’m doing this for the free drink, but I like you a lot.”

“We can say we’re not interested in each other, and share our free drink,” she said. “We can leave for a real date afterwards.”

His eyes lit up with excitement, and they both sat back in their seats as they waited for the timer to sound off. Doyoung convincingly stood up with a frown and groan as he looked around in feigned embarrassment that he hadn’t landed a date. She subtly walked over to the bar with her coupon for a free drink, and ordered a martini.

“So what was it about me that stopped you from ringing the bell?” Doyoung asked after ordering a bottle of Modelo.

“I suppose you seem a little arrogant,” she replied. She smirked, picking up her martini.

“Arrogant?” he said, looking surprised. He took a long drink from his beer after the bartender handed it to him. “I didn’t land the date five times, so you can be assured I’ve been humbled.”

“What was it about me that stopped you from ringing the bell?”

“You know my medical history.”

She burst out with a loud laugh, and took a subtle sip of her martini. Her cheeks were feeling hot as he beamed at her. He licked his lips before taking another drink.

“I guess we weren’t destined to be lovers,” she said after they let a moment of silence pass between them. “Goodbye, Dongyoung.”

“It’s Doyoung,” he called after her as she walked out of the bar.

She stood outside by the door, and pulled out her phone. Hoping she hadn’t scared him off, she rested her back against the brick wall of the building and updated her best friend, Sheena. Sheena had talked Anita into giving the 5 Minute Speed Date Challenge a try.

Anita: I think I just made a love connection with a former patient “Oh, Anita,” Doyoung feigned surprise a minute later. “What are you doing out here?”

“Do you know a cafe with good coffee?” she asked, putting her phone back into her purse.

“There’s Regular,” he replied. “It’s close to my frat house.”

“NCT.”

“Yes!” He smiled from ear to ear as they began their walk. “How do you know about the NCT fraternity?”

“You and Taeyong told an elaborate story about your frat party.”

“I’m having heart palpitations wondering what happened that first night we met each other.”

“You shouldn’t worry,” she said with a laugh. “If my first impression of you was bad I wouldn’t be going on a coffee date with you.”

“I’m worried about what the preconceived misconceptions you have of me are...and what I have to do to change that.”

“Buy me an iced macchiato, and we can start fresh.” She tried to mitigate his concerns.

“Do you need some assistance?” he asked, holding his arm out to her. She’d groaned as her ankles began hurting from walking in her 4 inch heels.

“You’re such a gentleman,” she said, taking his arm with both hands. She leaned against him for support. “How far away is Regular?”

“Just around this corner and then it’s at the end of the street. You look stunning in those shoes.”

“Thank you. Even if my feet are going to be on fire tomorrow, it’s worth it to know I ended my night in your arm.”

He grinned as she gave his arm a squeeze, resting her head on his shoulder. He picked a table at the far left corner of the cafe when they arrived, and insisted she sit down while he would get her macchiato for her. While waiting for him to return, Anita checked her phone to see that Sheena had texted her.

Sheena: 😜 get it girl! get it!! if you get laid you owe me dim sum!😋 😘 if you get married you better buy me my bridesmaid dress!😝😝

Anita: Aiyaah! Jumping a bit far into the future! Don’t give my mom ideas. Please don’t tell my mom. I’m serious.

“I didn’t keep you waiting?” Doyoung asked, setting her iced macchiato down in front of her.

“Your cappuccino looks...nice,” she said, staring at the blob design on the foam. She assumed it was supposed to be a leaf.

“It was made with a lot of care,” he said with a chuckle. “The barista’s my friend. Jaehyun! Anita likes the leaf!” “OK Doyoung,” the tall barista behind the counter mumbled out, glancing away from the espresso machine for a second to give them a dimpled smile. “Thanks. Enjoy your coffee.”

She grinned as Doyoung drank his cappuccino and said that he could taste the love and care that his friend had given to the drink. Her iced macchiato looked lovely as the cold milk foam clouded into the brown coffee at the bottom. She mixed the drink with her straw before taking a sip. The milk softened the intensity of the coffee, and she took a bigger sip as the cold coffee soothed her nerves.

“This is the best macchiato I’ve ever had,” she said. “Did you want to take a sip?”

Doyoung took a drink, and gave an impressed nod. “That is very good! I should have gotten an iced macchiato instead.”

As Doyoung discussed his internship at a law firm, working his way toward law school, Anita sipped her coffee, in admiration of his ambitions to become a lawyer. A trio of young men entered the cafe, and Anita noticed one of them pointing at Doyoung’s back. The blonde haired man wearing a black leather jacket walked up behind Doyoung and greeted him with a loud screech.

“Doyoung! Wassup, man?”

Doyoung shut his eyes for a few seconds before sitting up straight and turned his head over to look at his friend.

“Haechan,” he addressed his friend.

“Uh, are you on a date?” Haechan asked. He looked from Doyoung to Anita, and waved his hand. “Hello, ma’am. I’m Haechan, Doyoung’s little brother.” “We are not brothers,” Doyoung said with an edge in his tone.

“That’s mean, man. I’m telling Kun. And Taeyong.”

“Oh, are you fraternity brothers?” Anita asked, hoping to quash whatever tension there was between the pair. “NCT?”

“Yeah,” both men replied. Doyoung sounded annoyed as he grunted his response while Haechan smiled from ear to ear with a bright tone.

“Haechan, this is my date, Anita,” Doyoung said after a moment of silence passed. “She’s quite lovely, so be a gentleman around her. Anita, this is my fraternity brother, Haechan. He’s still young.”

“Hi,” Anita said with a small hand wave.

“I’ll leave you alone,” Haechan said, returning the hand wave. He touched Doyoung’s hair, and smiled as Doyoung turned around and swatted his hand away.

“Let’s get out of here,” Anita said immediately, not wanting Doyoung’s little brother to ruin their date.

As they walked back outside, Anita regretted her suggestion. She felt like needles were prickling her feet with every step she took. She leaned up against Doyoung as he offered his arm to her again.

“It’s a warm night,” Doyoung said as he looked up at the moon. “We could walk around the campus.”

“My feet are killing me,” she admitted. They stopped walking and she added, “I wouldn’t mind a foot rub.”

“If you can walk for a couple minutes, we’ll be at my frat house,” he said. He grinned as she held onto him tighter. “I can give you a foot rub beside our pool. It has a nice view.”

She took him on his offer. Her body was warm, knowing it wasn’t just the martini that made her this way. Even her inability to think straight wasn’t really the booze talking; her adrenaline was rushing through her body as she anticipated some alone time with Doyoung. They shared a smile as they walked through a crosswalk, making sure to avoid a puddle half hidden in the shadows.

“What’s it like to work in an ER in the middle of the night?” he asked her.

“Hectic,” she replied. “It can be quiet some nights, and then there are nights where a lot of drunk college students come in.”

“Do they all cut their hands open?” She felt his body tense up.

“You’re not the first nor the last,” she assured him, taking hold of his hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. “Small lacerations like yours are easy. I don’t mind them. I’m terrified of the ones who are unconscious.”

“Do you get a lot of those?”

“Not lately, thankfully.”

The NCT frat house was large, and despite it nearing 10:00 PM on a Thursday night the house was filled with small clusters of people. The kitchen was busy with what looked like a food science project as the air in the kitchen was hazy with smoke. Half a dozen people were talking loudly while the acrid smell of burnt cheese filled the first floor.

“Open the windows!” Anita heard a voice command in the kitchen.

As they walked up the stairs, some of the gamers were shouting at each other as they stuck their heads out of their rooms. The chaos of the frat house distracted Anita’s mind away from the pain of walking up 2 flights of stairs. Once they made it to Doyoung’s room at the far east end of the attic, Anita fell onto Doyoung’s bed and bent forward to take her shoes off.

“Shit, I wanted to show you our pool,” he said as he took off his suede jacket. She bit the inside of her cheek, pleasantly surprised to hear him swear so casually.

“Too late,” she replied, setting her shoes down at the foot of the bed. “My feet hurt so bad, I don’t think I can stand up for at least 2 hours. Your bed is very soft.”

Doyoung had unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt but stopped at the third to stare at her stretching her legs. Anita gave him a smirk as she caught him staring. She curled her toes before setting them back down on the ground.

“So what are we supposed to do now?” he asked, tilting his head slightly.

Her face felt much warmer than the rest of her body. The heat was becoming uncomfortable, but she didn’t know how to start taking her clothes off. Feeling a little shy as she worked up the courage to egg him on, she cleared her throat and sucked on her bottom lip before speaking.

“You brought me up here, you tell me.”

He sat down beside her and brushed her hair behind her back. He placed his hand at the back of her neck before kissing her. She returned the soft kiss and rested her hand on his shoulder. As soon as she reciprocated the kiss, he pushed forward to make her lie down onto her back. She uncrossed her legs as she felt his hand massage her thigh.

“Your skin is even softer than I imagined,” he said before kissing her cheek. He kissed her neck, and planted a trail of kisses across her chest. “Can I eat you out?”

“Doyoung,” she gasped. He was so forward. She tilted her head up to meet his gaze as he planted a kiss on her left shoulder.

“It’s my turn to take care of you,” he insisted.

“OK,” she said breathlessly. “Yes.” She reached out to run her fingers through his hair as his lips kissed the exposed parts of her breasts. His tongue glided across her breasts before he closed his mouth to kiss her skin.

“You taste so sweet,” he said between kisses he planted from her right breast over to her left. His hands grabbed her breasts over the fabric of her dress. “Do you like what I’m doing?”

“Yes,” she replied breathlessly. “You’re making me so hot, Dongyoung.”

His fingers pinched her nipples through the fabric, and he moved to sit up slightly as she moaned. He grinned, licking his lips slowly as his right hand slipped under the top of her dress and bra, groping her.

“This is the only time you can call me that,” he said, his fingers gliding over her hardened nipple.

“Dongyoung, I like that,” she panted as his mouth returned to kissing the exposed skin of her breasts. His long slender fingers pulled her top and strapless bra down to expose her breasts.

“Gorgeous,” he said, staring at goosebumps forming on her breasts as they were exposed, the room cooled by the air conditioner. She felt bashful once more as heat coursed into her core and face, making her shiver while she threw her hands up to touch her cheeks. They burned up her hands.

“Dongyoung!” she moaned out as his mouth captured her left breast into his mouth, his teeth grinding on her nipple before he wrapped his lips around it to suck it. She moaned and whimpered as she raked her fingers into his hair, her pussy aching with need as his mouth teased her body. She hooked her left foot under her right ankle as the heat continued to build. The discomfort of arousal had her wiggling her hips.

He moved to give her right breast attention with his mouth as his hands reached under her to unzip her dress. She immediately began unhooking her bra as his hands helped slide the dress off of her. He sat up to help her take all of her clothes off. As he pulled her panties off, he planted kisses onto the inside of her thighs, starting with her right side before moving over to kiss her left side.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said softly, his head between her legs. His fingers spread her folds and he licked his lips before saying, “You’re so wet.” He slid his middle finger up against her slit. “And so hot.”

“You’re teasing me,” she panted out, grasping onto his bed sheets beneath her. His fingers sent hot flashes of pleasure up her spine. “You like playing with your food, don’t you?”

He grinned before kissing up and down her pelvis. He gave a quick lick against her slit, barely flicking her clit, and she took a sharp inhale as her hips shook. The move surprised her. She felt him kiss her folds, his tongue slipping out with every kiss. When her hand reached out to grab his hair, his hand took hold of her wrist and intertwined her fingers with his.

His other hand hooked under her leg to wrap around her thigh, shifting her leg to hook over his shoulder as his tongue began sliding up against her clit. A moan escaped her as his hand massaged her thigh. He kissed her labia before pushing his tongue out against it. She squeezed his hand hard as the pointed tip of his tongue dove in deeper to lick up and down against her vulva.

“You’re so beautiful with your cheeks red like that,” he said when he came up for air. “Do you like it when I lick you here?” His tongue swirled around the bulb of her clit, and she moaned. He swirled his tongue around it a few more times before flicking up and down, making her buck her hips.

“Yes, you’re so good at this, Dongyoung. You’re going to make me come.”

She shut her eyes and smiled as his tongue pushed into her entrance. Hoping he was encouraged by her praises, she squeezed his hand tight again as his tongue pushed in and out of her for a few moments before he flicked his tongue up against her slit. His tongue played with her clit before he closed his lips around it.

“Dongyoung,” she gasped out. Her free hand grabbed his hair and she lifted her head up to look down at him. He’d stopped sucking on her clit, and released hold of her thigh.

“I like your fingers in my hair,” he began, taking both of her hands into his, “but this is about you. I won’t let go of your hands until I make you come. Is that OK with you?”

“Yes,” she nodded her head immediately. “Your mouth is amazing, Dongyoung.”

Their intertwined hands fell to the inside of her thighs. He applied pressure to her thighs to keep her still while his tongue slid up and down her slit. His lips closed to kiss and nip her folds, his tongue lapped up and spread her slick heat along her folds. When his teeth grazed against her clit, she squeezed his hands tight as she thrust up.

“I’m going to come,” she was barely able to breathe out as her orgasm came. Doyoung’s tongue was furiously licking up and down her slit as she moaned out his name in a weak voice. “Dongyoung, yes, Dongyoung.”

“You’re an open book when you’re happy,” Doyoung said with a devious grin as he sat down beside her, unbuttoning his shirt. When he set his shirt down onto the back of his desk chair, he turned back to Anita. Her body was completely relaxed, aside from her fast beating heart. She managed to give him a lazy smirk as he laid down beside her. “You’re gorgeous.”

His hand slid over her cleavage before cupping her right breast. She stroked the back of his hand with her fingers before sitting up.

“Look at how gorgeous you are,” she replied, moving to straddle him so they would be face to face. He grinned up at her as she ran her hands down his chest to stroke his stomach and the sides of his body. “You’re so hot. I love how smooth your skin is, and you feel so strong.”

“I have been working out,” he said, smiling as he looked down.

“I feel something quite strong down here, too,” she said as she thrust her wet cunt against his clothed crotch. He grunted as he laid down onto his back, his hands on her hips. She breathed loud as she felt her clit rubbing against the clothed heat of his cock. “It feels so big and hard, Dongyoung. Be gentle when you enter me.”

They moaned together as she gave a sharp thrust up. He groaned as she shifted so that she could start undoing his pants. She gave a small chuckle as she saw that Doyoung’s precome had stained his boxers.

“Are you that hot for me?” she teased as she collected the last drops of his precome with the tip of her finger. She bit her bottom lip as his cock twitched when she swiped her finger against the tip. He took a loud gulp of air as she ran her finger down his shaft, throwing his head back into the mattress.

“So we both like playing with our food,” Doyoung said as his hands reached down to grip onto her wrists. “You’ve made your point.”

“Dongyoung can play, but when he’s played with, it’s not as fun?”

“Keep up your attitude,” he said as he sat up, “and I will have to punish you.”

“Oh?” she asked as Doyoung lifted her arms up to rest onto his shoulders. He kissed the inside of her elbows before directing her to wrap her arms around his neck. He wrapped one arm around her waist. “What kind of punishment?”

Without warning, he kissed her, shoving his tongue into her mouth. She groaned into his mouth, tasting her earthy come on his lips and tongue. Pushing against his chest, she broke the kiss before sliding her hands down to pinch his nipples. He gave a surprised moan before flipping them over, his body over hers.

“Don’t move,” he said softly before sitting up. He took the rest of his clothes off before grabbing a condom from his nightstand. Once the condom was securely covering his cock, he returned to her and caressed her body and legs before grabbing her legs to rest against his body.

Anita gave a slow inhale of breath as Doyoung pressed the front of his thighs against the back of hers, standing on his knees as his hands held onto the front of her calves. He slid his hands down her knees toward her thighs and then back up to rest onto her calves. The feel of his hands on her body lit her body up and she licked her lips as she watched his eyes on her body. She moaned as she felt his cock slide against her slit.

“Gentle,” she requested in a soft voice, feeling Doyoung release her left leg to direct his cock into her entrance. “Dongyoung, God, yes. You’re so big. Gentle!”

She could only breathe out, “Gentle!” in desperate pants as she struggled to remember how to breathe properly, the feel of Doyoung’s body over hers becoming the only thing that mattered.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he grunted as he pushed in deeper. She moaned as the walls of her cunt were pushed apart by Doyoung’s cock, the heat from him surging deep inside of her. Every motion of his cock sliding in and out of her built up more heat. As he began thrusting in and out, she nodded at the pleasure he was giving her. “Can I give you more?”

“Yes,” she said, grinding her hips against his. “Am I doing good?”

“Yes, so good,” he replied immediately, building up his speed. “How hard do you want it?”

“God, yes!” she moaned as he thrust in deeper. “Give it to me.” He gave her a few seconds to adjust to the depth before he continued his building thrusts, each push sending her closer to her orgasm. “Don’t stop, Dongyoung. I like that.”

Their thighs slapped loudly as Doyoung leaned back to dive his cock deeper. She moaned out his name between breathy squeaks of, “Yes!” The bed shook in a fast, steady rhythm as he gave short guffaws at her moaning out his name.

“I’m coming!” he gasped out as he slowed his thrusts, shifting her legs down to rest onto the mattress, placing his body between her legs as he withdrew from her. He grinned lazily as he sat at the foot of the bed. She shut her eyes and threw her hand down to her clit to rub it with two of her fingers. She’d been so close to her orgasm.

“Dongyoung!” she cried out with a shaky breath as she felt his thumb slide against her entrance. It moved up to help her rub her clit. She came as his thumb pressed against the pad of her middle finger, causing a hard push down on her clit. Her eyes remained shut as she focused on her breathing, taking her time to come down from her high.

When she opened her eyes Doyoung was getting into bed with her, running his hand over her hip as he spooned her. He sniffed her hair before planting a kiss onto her cheek. She stroked his arm and reached behind to caress his thigh. It was a nice surprise to be with a partner so affectionate post-sex, and she told him as much as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Your life is to care for others, you deserve to be taken care of,” he said before kissing the back of her ear. “This doesn’t even make up for tonight. I’m sorry you had to witness my chaotic fraternity. I’m also sorry I never gave you a foot rub.”

“Well, my feet still hurt,” she said, rubbing her big toe against his foot, “but don’t let go.”

She held onto his wrists as she felt his hold loosen.

“Hmm?” he hummed against her shoulder, his lips kissing her skin.

“This is going to be our last night together here,” she offered, pressing her body closer to his. “We’ll savor the noisy sounds of your roommates, and appreciate that I have a place of my own. I mean, if you want to come back here we certainly can, but please give my place a chance.”

“You don’t have to sell it so hard,” he teased her. “Do you think I’d want to bring you to this hell house? Yuta probably heard our entire time together, and he’s not going to let me live it down.”

“Yuta? One of your frat brothers? Little brother?”

“Older.”

She gave a soft chuckle, feeling his body tense up.

“Older siblings' teasing is definitely more embarrassing. It’s sweet how you all seem like actual brothers. Are any of you actually related? Haechan looks like you.” “Don’t say that,” he whined gently. She squeaked out a yelp as she felt him nip at her earlobe. He chuckled and planted a kiss onto her shoulder. “Don’t ever bring up his name when we’re intimate. And we don’t look anything alike.”

“Alright, alright, I’m sorry.” She chuckled as he kissed her cheek. She reached up to rake her fingers through his hair a few times. “Thank you for a lovely date.”

“Mmm,” he hummed as she felt his arms weigh down on her hip. “I should be thanking you.”

He’d barely mumbled the words out of his mouth before she heard him snoring. She giggled and sighed as she shut her eyes to join him in sleep.

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“Dongyoung! Dongyoung!” a voice came with a loud knocking. “Are you awake, Dongyoung?”

Anita raised her head as she opened her eyes. The sun was out, making Doyoung’s room light up in warmth. His room felt cozy with white furniture and sky blue bed sheets. Glancing around, she could tell he was well organized, a definite bonus.

“Get the fuck out!” Doyoung shouted as he threw a pillow at his door.

A good looking blonde haired man had stuck his head into the room, his face lit up with a shit eating grin. Doyoung’s grip on the blue comforter tightened as he pulled her closer to him. Doyoung’s roommate hadn’t seen anything aside from her face, but they did make eye contact.

“Sorry!” the roommate said immediately, shutting the door closed. Anita felt her face grow hot as she turned her body around to bury her face into Doyoung’s chest. They heard his roommate laugh loudly as his feet thudded down the hallway noisily. “Hey, bros! Doyoung got laid! Johnny! Mark! I just walked in on him! Oh! I mean Dongyoung! Our friend DONGYOUNG! Winwin! Hendery! Guess what I just...”

There was loud chatter as Anita heard some pairs of feet descending down the stairs. The roommate who had walked in on them was talking the loudest while she felt Doyoung’s body tense up. There was a ripple of loud laughter.

“Fucking Yuta,” Doyoung groaned. “I’m sorry, Anita. I’m sorry. We’ll never return here and we’ll pretend you never met Yuta because I’m going to kill him.”

“Your brothers can’t scare me away, don’t worry,” she said with a laugh, sitting up to look down at him. “I have 2 older sisters and they would have been worse than Yuta. Come on, let’s go get some coffee.”

“Patient and understanding,” he said. He took her hand and kissed it. “You have no idea how lucky I feel.”

“The feeling is mutual,” she said as she bent down to plant a kiss onto his soft, pink lips.

Doyoung checked the hallways to make sure his roommates on the third floor had left for the day before leading Anita to his bathroom. As they showered together, Doyoung took the opportunity to eat her out again. With the water steaming up the shower, Doyoung’s phone blasting Janet Jackson’s 90s love jams, and his tongue playing with her pussy she felt like she was in heaven. She tried to moan out, “Dongyoung,” as sweetly as possible when she came, wanting him to think of only her when he heard his name.

His grip on her thigh tightened when she came. He lapped up her come before flicking his tongue against the bulb of her clit, making her knees go weak as she came again from the overstimulation. His arms wrapped around her body as he stood up and held her close as they stood under the warm water. She shut her eyes and moaned as she felt Doyoung’s hands between her legs.

“Thank you for cleaning me up,” she said lazily, trying her best to hold onto his shoulders, watching him wash her up.

“I’m free today,” he said, looking up at her. “If you want to do anything today, let me know.”

“Let’s get dressed first,” she replied. As good as it was to be given an orgasm as her wakeup call, Anita needed coffee to take on the rest of the day.

Anita dressed quickly. It wasn’t ladylike to toss her undergarments into her purse, but she felt it was better to go commando until she could go home. After braiding her damp hair down her back, she checked her phone to see she’d gotten a few texts from Sheena.

Sheena: let me know when you get home good morning 🌞 did u get laid?

Anita: Good morning, bestie. You’re so nosy I’m at Doyoung’s.

Sheena: 👀👀 I’ve been staring at my phone for the last 2 hrs waiting for your response! DIM SUM! U OWE ME! 🍲 🥟 🥢 when are you free? I want to know everything 🤓 👀 🏃‍♀️

“Did you still want coffee?” she asked. “I do want to go home soon, so I can change clothes and shoes.”

“I can drive you home,” he offered, sitting beside her on his bed. “I have a car.”

“I’m, like, 80% positive that my best friend is making her way to my place right now,” she said, feeling her cheeks warm up. Her eyes were focused on her phone. “You don’t have to meet her if you don’t want to.”

“I’d like us to have coffee with Sheena,” he offered immediately. She looked up to see that Doyoung’s cheeks were flushed. “You met my friends, so I think it’s fair for me to meet yours. We’ll see whose friends are worse.”

Anita laughed as she took Doyoung’s hand and stood up.

“Sheena’s the best!” she assured him. “She might try to embarrass us if she finds us cute, though.”

“What are friends for?” he asked. “If it weren’t for Haechan challenging me to a stupid game, I wouldn’t have ended up in the ER, and we wouldn’t have met.”

She realized he was right.

“If it weren’t for Sheena insisting that I give the 5 Minute Dating Challenge a try, we wouldn’t have met each other again,” she said, throwing her hands up to touch his neck as he placed his hands on her hips.

“Fuck, we do owe it to our friends,” he groaned. He pecked her on the lips. “Jaehyun dared me to give the 5 Minute Dating Challenge a try.”

Fate had a funny way of bringing them together, but she wouldn’t change it for the world. She kissed him, certain that she wouldn’t let him go. His arms wrapped around her waist, telling her that he wouldn’t let her go either.

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Thank you as always to anyone who has read this!

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My One And Only - Chapter 9

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So this chapter is longer than chapter 8 and I think from next chapter, they got longer. As we get closer to the chapter I’m currently writing, the frequent updates will unfortunately die. Just letting you know so you won’t be too disappointed! Oh and my Wattpad name is the same, ‘yannowhatigiveup’. If you know any way I can improve my writing please do tell me!

Gabriel Agreste stood in his observatory after recently detransforming. 'She can control her emotions well but when she's angry, it's incredibly strong. This girl could be one of the strongest in Paris, she could be one that senses auras. I must find a way. I will use her to eliminate all of heroes. All I need is time'.

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The bluenette sat in her uncle Jagged's hotel room, tapping a pen against her lips while watching the conversation, well it was more like an argument, between Jagged and his manager Bob Roth. Bob was stating that they should leave the song writing to the professionals while Jagged protested, saying that his niece was overflowing with talent and that she could do it no problem. Penny was on the phone with someone but Marinette didn't eavesdrop in her conversation. She stated at the blank notebook in front of her, eyeing it suspiciously. Then she got an idea and began scribbling down the lyrics she had in mind, not knowing that she had unintentionally gained the attention of everyone in the room. She managed to write the whole song in one sitting which was very impressive even for professional song writers at the time. "Did it" she said putting the pen down. Penny then came over to take the notebook and read what the bluenette had written. 'I hope it's ok'

"Wow Mari, this is great!" Penny said her mouth agape. She passed it to Jagged but Bob had snatched it out of his hands, only to give it back when Fang looked at him hungrily.

"Yeah, this is rock'n roll Nettie!" He praised her while giving his manager a 'I told you so' look.

"Yes this is exactly what we needed, a little change in the album. Thank you for this Marinette. We shall produce the song while you can sing the lyrics-"

"If that's alright will you of course" Jagged said, interrupting his manager.

Marinette nodded hesitantly. "I can give it a shot" she murmured.

Marinette walked home after visiting Jagged and showing Damian the designs she had in plan for his brothers, without showing the design she made for him. She was careful not to shake her purse too much as Tikki was sleeping, it was a busy day for the kwami as Marinette had let her go visit Plagg for some 'Kwami business'. Marinette didn't press for answers though. Soon she entered her parents bakery to find them already there, waiting for her.

"Maman, Papa what is it?" She asked.

"Your father and I are discussing if we should open a second bakery" Sabine answered enthusiastically.

"There's a few spots available in Marseille, we already booked a flight and a hotel to stay at" Tom answered, maybe even more excited than his wife.

"That's great! But isn't Marseille far away? It's closer to Italy than Paris" Marinette answered.

"Well surprisingly, we're already well known there" Tom replied.

"Oh cool! When will you be leaving?"

"On Saturday at 2 am" Her mother replied. "It's late but it was the next available flight. We'll be gone for a week maybe longer depending on all the paper work"

"Well you better start packing then!" Marinette said happy for both her parents. "I'll be going to bed now. Good night!" She hugged both her parents before going upstairs to change and finishing up her designs.

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Adrien sat in front of his computer early before school, looking through all of Kagami's recent posts and he liked the photo that she posted yesterday, the photo was of when they went for ice cream earlier today. Alya and Nino were also in the picture, smiling for the camera but Adrien noticed someone else in the background. 'Marinette...' She was eating her ice cream, unbeknownst to the picture being taken, with the spoon still in her mouth. Adrien felt distracted by the way the sun reflected off her hair. He loved Kagami truly but his new love for Marinette shadowed it. "Plagg" Adrien said. "I think I have a thing for bluenettes".

"So your type is blue-haired girls? What makes you say that?" The kwami replied, not really enjoying the conversation.

"Well I like Ladybug, Kagami and Marinette and they all have one thing in common. They all have blue hair" Adrien sighed. "The last thing I need is another blue-haired girl to come into my life"

"Ughhh this is too cheesy, I much prefer actual cheese" Plagg groaned while looking around for Camembert.

Adrien sighed, smiling while going back to think of the girls he liked. He liked Ladybug for her quick, sly and smart nature. Kagami was incredibly skilled and very easy to relate to. And Marinette had a kind personality as well as unmatchable beauty. He couldn't decide which one he liked most as all the options were as great as the others. Then a notification on his computer distracted him from his thoughts. It was a notification that Jagged Stone had posted something. 'Huh, I wonder what it could be'

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Jason was flicking through the channels on the TV, looking for something interesting to watch when a notification appeared on his phone. 'What's this?' He then realised that it was a trending post from Jagged Stone and went to view it. "HOLY SH-"

"Master Jason, language"Alfred reminded him.

"Oh yeah sorry" he whispered before shouting again. "HOLY MOTHER OF UM SOMETHING!"

Dick and Tim then entered the room, wondering what Jason was talking about. "What?" Dick asked.

Jason then connected his phone to the TV and showed the post he was talking about.

@official_jaggedstone

(Photo of a blue-haired girl with a medium long braid and her back facing the camera, writing on something)

Wonder what MDC is writing up for the bonus track? 🤔🤔🤔🤔

All three of the boys then fanboyed over finally being able to see what their favourite designer, and idol, looked like. Alfred then sighed while exiting the room.

"She's pretty!"

"She looks smart!"

"What's she writing?"

"I'm gonna call Damian, that room looks similar to the room he's staying in"

"Yes do, I want to pester him"

Dick then dialed a number on his phone. After a few rings, the phone finally answered.

"Tt, Yes?" A stern voice came through on the other side.

"HAVE YOU SEEN JAGGED'S RECENT POST!?" Tim shouted into the microphone.

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Damian had already seen Jagged's post, he smiled to himself. He was about to go back to reading his book when his phone rang. He would've picked it up straight away if he hadn't see the name, it was Dick. He let the phone ring for a little while before answering.

"Tt, Yes?" He said in a stern voice.

"HAVE YOU SEEN JAGGED'S RECENT POST!?" Luckily Damian had the phone further away from his ear otherwise Tim would've exploded his eardrums.

"What about it?"

"He posted an image of MDC, the very first one ever on the internet!" Dick answered excitedly. "There aren't any pictures of her anywhere".

Damian smiled to himself knowing that he had seen MDC before his brothers, he had seen her smile. "There aren't?"

"Yeah! Weird right? She doesn't even show up to Jagged's live performances!" It was Jason's turn to speak now.

"Well I'm sure she goes to the performances, she's just never seen" Tim told his brother in a matter-of-fact way.

Damian rolled his eyes. "Tt, bye now" he said, immediately turning his phone off not allowing any of his brothers to protest. He then texted Marinette.

Me: Just got off the phone with my brothers, they were fanboying over you.

Surprisingly Marinette replied straight away.

Angel: They are too? Everyone is fangirling over MDC

Me: Because of Jagged's post, he posted a picture of you. The back of your head specifically

Angel: Oh hah I see it now, I guess that has to be my signature hairstyle as MDC now.

Me: It looks great on you though

Angel: You really think so?

Me: Mhm

Angel: Aw, thanks

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Marinette had blushed when Damian said she looked good in that hairstyle. She really liked him. Then Marinette looked at the time, she was early for once. She decided to make use of this and get ready for school. She had finished getting ready quickly and she was able to walk instead of run to school like she usually did. When she entered, she noticed that there was barely anyone here. 'Perfect! I can work on my designs' that was until a familiar face showed up.

"Hey girl! You're here early wow!" The sound of her best friend made Marinette laugh until her facial expression changed from surprised to smug. Marinette was about to ask but Alya had brought her to the locker room where they were alone. "So girl, spill"

"What?"

"Do you like Chat Noir?"

Marinette giggled but she saw her best friend's face. "Oh you're not joking"

"Nope, now you can tell me so that I can get you both on a date." She blushed profusely. "And I ain't backing down, I've spent too much time on trying to find out who he is. Don't think I haven't noticed how you're jumping at anytime to be with this boy." She said the last statement with a soft voice.

Marinette sighed, grateful of her best friend but hesitant to tell her without Damian's permission as he never seemed like one for social interaction. "I'll ask" she said while taking her phone out.

Me: Shaytan, my best friend found out that I've been sneaking off to go see you.

Shaytan: Césaire?

Me: Yeah

Shaytan: You said she wanted to be a reporter right? Well then I guess this is expected, she did a good job.

Me: So should I tell her your name?

Shaytan: That's up to you

Me: Ok thanks!

Marinette put her phone away and looked at her best friend.

"So?" Alya asked. "Can you tell me?"

Marinette nodded. "So um, his name is D-Damian"

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[whatifxwereyou]

The Oncoming Storm Part 11: Gamble and Gossip

Liu Kang x Reader and Kung Lao x Reader (gonna do both, two paths!)

Some scene setting, and fun teasing. Who doesn't like to be teased about the two hot guys that are begging for their attention? And I mean, I sure do love writing these boys! Thanks for reading. I appreciate you guys so much. It's made this experience SO much fun. Will update again tomorrow... and also maybe Monday if all goes well ;D

Part 10 Part 12 Chapter Index

Liu Kang was seated amongst a handful of other monks, undoubtedly leading them in meditation. It was afternoon and Kung Lao had some time to think over what you had said the night before. He’d since made a few decisions on the matter. Before doing anything, he had to run it by his ‘brother’. Liu Kang had always been more level-headed than he was- more careful, more studious. Kung Lao knew that Liu Kang was going to hate his idea but it had to be said. He didn’t see another way out.

Leaning against the wall near the door, he tilted his hat and waited for the monks to finish their meditation. He’d never been big on meditating either. He’d done it, obviously, but his thoughts had always run amok throughout. Liu Kang spoke with the other monks and then waited for them to leave the room before stopping in front of Kung Lao, arms folded over his chest expectantly.

“All done?”

“You could have joined in. Less distracting.”

“I’ll pass.”

“How’s she doing?”

“Later.”

“What?”

“We’ll talk about that later. It’s not why I’m here.”

“Then…?” Liu Kang sighed expectantly, bowing his head as one of the monks peeked inside to thank him for the meditation. “What?”

“I want a fair chance.”

“What does that mean, Lao?” The sigh Liu Kang gave him was a familiar one and it made Kung Lao laugh under his breath.

“It means that we should order takeout. What do you think it means, Liu? For Y/N, obviously. You knew exactly what I meant. Why waste time and make me explain it?”

“I’m sorry, what?”

He knew that Liu Kang was going to hate this. Even talking about you had made him uncomfortable.

“Don’t be sorry.”

“You know that I wasn’t actually apologizing, Lao. Get to your point.”

“We’re going to make it interesting.”

“I thought we’d already talked about this.”

“Did you think we were actually done talking?”

“I had hoped.” Liu frowned. “She can do whatever she wants, Kung Lao. You and I don’t have any say in what she does. She’s an adult. I’m not going to fight with you over her. That’s ridiculous. We’re not schoolboys.”

“Who said anything about fighting?” Kung Lao chuckled and Liu couldn’t have looked less approving.

“This is feeling very childish.”

“Oh, come on. You like her. Right?” Liu Kang said nothing in response but then when Kung Lao gave him a knowing look, Liu nodded.

“Well, so do I.” Kung Lao shrugged. It was simple. They had a problem so he had come up with a creative solution. “To be fair? I saw her first…”

“…I’m coming back to that we’re-not-schoolboys thing and find I’m having to remind you that we’re not children.”

“Fine, fine. I’m just saying that there’s no reason we shouldn’t make this interesting. We’re both vying for her attention and whoever wins? Wins.”

“Why do I feel like I’m about to call you an asshole?”

“We bet on it.”

“I was right. You’re an asshole.” Liu Kang silenced him with a look and Kung Lao smiled. “I’m not betting on someone else’s choices, Kung Lao.”

“Hear me out, Liu!” Kung Lao followed his brother out of the room and down the hall. Liu Kang stopped and turned to face him expectantly. “It could be fun?”

“Ugh. Isn’t she going through enough right now without us and… you being the way you are?”

“I’m just saying, Liu. This is happening one way or another so why not have a harmless little game on the side?” Kung Lao joined him in his walk, amused by both his brother’s disgust and curiosity.

“And what would the stakes be in this hypothetical bet?”

“That’s more like it.” Kung Lao clapped his hands together and stretched them in front of him. “Chores? Errands? Something harmless. For like a month.”

“And the other backs off. Bows out. No hard feelings.” Liu Kang suggested and stopped his walk, tapping his thumb against his prayer beads in thought.

“Finally, you’re part of the fun.” Kung Lao laughed. “Chores too, though.”

“So, what exactly would the terms be? Also, I’m throwing it out there that I do not feel terribly good about this. It feels manipulative.”

“It’s not. You like her. I like her. Neither one of us is leading her on. No one’s lying.”

“And yet now there are stakes. We’re betting over the decisions of another human. It feels… morally gray at the least.”

“What? Are you worried that I’m going to steal your girl? Who was my girl to begin with, just as a reminder.”

“No.” Liu Kang was instantly defensive. “And she doesn’t belong to anyone. I need you to stop phrasing it that way.”

“You’re worried that she’s going to kiss me first and not know what to do.” Kung Lao teased. “Worried that you might lose all that extra ground you covered while I was gone.” Kung Lao enjoyed making Liu Kang uncomfortable and was happy to see him considering his game. He wanted a fair shot and it seemed the only way without arguing with his brother. Liu Kang averted his gaze and looked far past Kung Lao who followed his gaze and then scoffed in surprise. He’d already kissed you. Well, that certainly changed things. “Interesting. So, I’m working at a bigger disadvantage than I thought.”

“Disadvantage?” Liu rolled his eyes. “You grew up together. She holds you in deep reverence. She asks about you all the time. That’s not a disadvantage.”

“Don’t pretend that being made of fire isn’t working in your favor. Neither of our standings are fair so… that makes it kind of fair, right?”

Liu Kang rolled his eyes again. “What are the terms, Kung Lao?”

“Well, first we agree not to be angry with each other no matter what comes of it.”

“Annoyed is acceptable, right? Because I’m already annoyed.”

“Of course.” Kung Lao swatted him on the back. “Well, then the only terms are her choosing one of us. Like you said. It’s not really up to us.”

“So, I’m supposed to be fine wondering what the two of you are up to. Is that the real reason you’re doing this?”

“I said that being annoyed was fine, remember? Besides, it’ll make you work harder.” Kung Lao teased, though he didn’t love the mental image of Liu kissing you either. That ship had sailed apparently and he had ground to regain. “So when she chooses, then one of us wins.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it. No strings attached. I’m not going to even brag.”

“I don’t believe that for a single second.”

“No, really. I’m just trying to cut the air between us over it. This way we can be honest. I know that she’s attached to you and while she’s attached to me, that’s in a different sense. Also, I want you to do my chores and errands for a month.”

“Well, aren’t you confident?”

“I’m the descendant of the Great Kung Lao. What makes you think that I won’t?”

“Fine. We can have this little bet. You are, however, an asshole to think of this. When she inevitably gets angry about it? I’m deferring to you.”

“Defer away. I’m extremely charming.” Kung Lao clasped his shoulder and then gestured down the hall. “Spar? It’s been a while.”

“Yeah, sure. Why not?”

***

You slept into the next afternoon, something that you had sorely needed. When you woke up, you were alone and grateful for it. You adored Liu Kang and Kung Lao but the air had become thick with them around. It felt nice not to have to have your guard up for a few minutes. For now, you could lay in bed, curled up in your blanket like a burrito, and procrastinate on getting on with your day.

Your side was sore and you were exhausted despite the extra sleep. That was to be expected considering the blood loss and trauma of the night before. After a few minutes spent rolling around in bed, you got up, got cleaned up, and dressed. Then you made your way down to the infirmary, stopping only once to help a monk who had their hands full. You figured it was better to go make sure that your side was doing okay rather than have to break the promise you’d made to Chen the night before.

You walked into the infirmary and speak of the devil, there was Chen. You smiled and waved in greeting to you. You returned the wave shyly and stepped further inside. Chen offered you a hug, then urged you to take a seat on the bench you’d sat upon more times than you could count now. Chen took the seat next to you.

“I was hoping that you’d check in with us today before getting yourself into more trouble.” Chen looked to you disapprovingly and you pouted. “You know, it was pretty peaceful before you arrived.”

“I find that difficult to believe.”

“Okay, so it’s not much less chaotic, but still. It’s been much bloodier the last few weeks with you around. Come on, shirt up, let me see.” Chen was a few years older than you, you suspected. You hadn’t asked but the way Chen spoke led you to believe that there was a small age gap. You had worn the tank top from the night before. It was so much easier to maneuver around than the gi or the hanfu. You put it in the back of your mind to ask Lao or Liu if you could leave the temple at some point to buy some other clothing. You liked the hanfu and the gi but they were antiquated and inconvenient at times.

You tugged up your shirt and Chen pulled the gauze away from the wound. The skin around it was tender but you didn’t flinch. Chen wasn’t gentle with you anymore either. In fact, she’d told you several times that the best way for you to heal would be for you to be treated normally. You’d even heard Chen scold Liu Kang once for pampering you and had a good laugh about it.

Chen tended to the wound. You didn’t look at it. It was very sore even though it had been cauterized. It made your whole torso ache, even sitting upright was a chore. Still, at least you weren’t bleeding out anymore. You could recover from the blood loss at least. Chen rattled on about her day while she worked, talking about the walk she’d taken that morning and a delivery of medicine that had come with one of the other monks returning from a long journey.

You struggled to focus. It wasn’t that Chen was boring, just that you were exhausted and the pulling and tugging of the wound didn’t help.

“So, yesterday was interesting.” Chen shoved your shoulder when it was clear you were no longer paying attention to her stories. You pouted again.

“That’s one word for it. Miserable? That’s a pretty good word for it too.”

“Oh, I suppose that was interesting too but I meant with Kung Lao.”

You rolled your eyes so hard that Chen laughed and smacked the back of your head. “Ow! He felt guilty, okay? Your brain is constantly in the gutter.”

“I thought you were sweet on Liu Kang.”

“Could you lower your voice if you’re going to talk like that? Jeez.” You hushed her and Chen laughed.

“We all thought you were sweet on Liu Kang.” Chen lowered her voice.

“I didn’t come here to talk about this. I came here to keep my no-bleeding-in-the-temple promise. So please, please let all of that go and do the thing where you tell me to be careful but go about my day.”

“Okay, okay.” Chen continued to clean the wound and was quiet only for a second. “…but you know? That was interesting. Kung Lao doesn’t come down here often. Avoids us like the plague. Yet, he stayed here nearly all night long for you.”

“You can’t agree to let it go and then keep yammering on about it. That’s lying. You’re a lying monk. That’s probably bad. Morally gray at the very least.”

“You’re being awfully evasive.”

“Not evasive I just don’t really want to talk about it.” You laughed. You had dwelled about these things enough on your own. It was nice, at least, to know that the tension wasn’t in your head. The others had noticed it too, so you weren’t going crazy. Was that good or bad? You had no idea.

“Like hell!”

“Again? Probably bad for a monk.” You laughed nervously as others stopped to look at you with Chen’s outburst. Chen waved the other monks off and they returned to their tasks.

“This is the juiciest gossip we’ve had in so long, Y/N.”

“I thought that you were supposed to be humble and all that.”

“We’re not perfect. That’s part of the deal.”

“I’m just saying that it feels like someone somewhere is probably judging you for this.”

“We’re still allowed to experience fun and excitement, Y/N. And this is very fun. And exciting.”

“Making me uncomfortable? That’s what’s fun and exciting?”

“Yes, Y/N. So, Kung Lao. What’s going on with that?”

“It’s complicated.”

“What about it is so complicated?”

“I knew him when we were kids. Old friends, I guess? Like I said, it’s complicated.” It was so much more complicated than you let on.

“Oh, come on.” Chen laughed and you couldn’t help but laugh with her. It really was ridiculous. The whole situation was absurd. You were glad for Chen then, who brought you back down to earth. You got so into your head about everything the past few days that hearing someone else’s voice on the matter was a reprieve, even if it was terribly embarrassing. “Please tell me that you two went and had some fun.”

“Chen!” Your face turned red.

“You’ve had nothing but pain since you got here, well except for that time I caught you and Liu Kang snuggling. Sue me for hoping you got to have a bit of the opposite.” Chen considered it and then shrugged. “Well, or a lot of the opposite. With at least one of them.”

“You can’t possibly be a monk. Someone has lied to me.”

“Your face is so red. I’ve never seen it that red.”

“You’re killing me.”

“It’s delightful.”

“My face can’t handle much more of this, I swear. Are we done here? Can I go throw my head in cold water and think pure thoughts?” You dared to peek at the wound and winced at the sight of it. It was ugly but still better than it looked the night before. Chen fanned the wound with the gauze in her hand.

“You should come meet us later so that we can catch up.”

“You mean gossip. You want me to meet you to gossip.”

“Yes, that is exactly what I mean.” Chen covered the wound with the gauze and you pulled your shirt back down over it.

“We’ll see. The day’s already half over and I have no idea what I’m supposed to be doing today. If I have free time, I’ll consider coming to bother you.” You weren’t sure you’d get the chance but if it ended the torturous teasing for the time being then you would at least consider it. Besides, even with the teasing, Chen was good company.

“I could find us some wine.”

“You are the worst monk,” you whispered.

“I expect a juicy story in return.”

“I don’t have any juicy stories.” You lied. You lied right through your teeth.

“Before you run off, please just give me a few details of…”

“Y/N?” Kung Lao’s voice interrupted and Chen sat upright and pretended to be working on cleaning up the mess she’d made taking care of your wound. Your face was still red and you shot daggers at Chen with your eyes but Chen was smiling brightly and avoiding your eyes. Chen stood up and allowed Kung Lao to take the spot where she’d been seated. You took calming breaths to try and will the redness away from your face.

“What are you doing here?” You cleared your throat and Kung Lao placed his hand to your cheek. His hand was cold in comparison but took up the entire side of your face.

“Are you having a reaction? Your face is on fire.”

“Just overheated. It’s warm out today.” You urged his hand away from your cheek but his fingertips still lingered. This was the worst timing. It was as though he’d planned with Chen to embarrass you. He didn’t seem to think you were embarrassed though, instead, he was concerned.

“How are you feeling? Wound still closed up?” Kung Lao reached to tug up your shirt and you gasped in surprise and swatted his hand away. He looked wounded as he pulled his hand back then grinned playfully.

“Don’t be so grabby. It’s fine. I just wanted to check in on it before going about my day.”

“Probably hurts something fierce still.”

“Yeah, it’s weighing on me.” You breathed a sigh of relief as you managed to relieve the burning in your face.

“Can I see it?”

“Why?”

“I’m curious.”

“No.” You stuck your tongue out at him. “Not a good enough reason.”

“Wow, okay.” He patted your leg with a laugh and rested his hand there. You did your best not to stare at it and also tried to ignore Chen spying on you. “If you’re done here then why don’t we get up and practice a bit?”

“I’m not sure that’s the best idea, Kung Lao.” You stared at his hand on your leg.

“You won’t get any better if you don’t keep it up. Nothing too crazy. Won’t even use my hat.” He tapped the brim and then brushed his fingers along the side of it.

“I’m nervous.” You hated that you’d admitted it and regretted saying it immediately. Kung Lao urged his hand from your leg, tilted his posture toward you, and brushed his fingertips over your jaw and beneath your chin. You fought off another shiver and he scooted closer to you, knees just barely pressed against yours.

“I promise to protect you. Don’t worry so much.”

“I uh…” Your voice, once again, felt small, something that was becoming much more common this close to him. He smirked as if realizing you were uncomfortable. “I’m more nervous for you than me. I attacked Liu without knowing.”

“I can handle myself, Y/N.”

“Oh?”

“I’m happy to prove it to you,” he whispered in your ear. You felt your heart stop dead in its tracks. His breath was hot on your ear then suddenly he stood up and left you seated alone. “Come on. Let’s go.” He walked out of the infirmary and you watched him go, stupefied. Chen grabbed your arm and urged you to your feet and mouthed for you to go.

“This is such a mess. A complete and total mess.” You followed after Kung Lao and Chen made a joking kissy face as you walked out of the infirmary.

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