#but You Guys cross the line at the moment you start talking about others without even being properly informed about them.

[steddiealltheway]

"I want you," Steve says, staring deeply into Eddie's eyes, watching several emotions flitter through them before stepping back and gesturing to him expectantly.

Eddie swallows hard and takes a deep breath before looking at the ground and mumbling, "I want you."

Steve sighs and hits his arm. "You have to speak up and make direct eye contact. Come on, try again." Eddie groans loudly and rubs his hands over his face. Steve laughs, "You said you wanted my help sounding sexy or whatever for Hellfire."

Eddie huffs and corrects him, "I don't want Jeff and Gareth making fun of me again when I'm acting out a talented seductress."

Steve raises his eyebrows and puts his hands on his hips. "Then, try it again. Picture someone you actually want, and pretend you're talking to them. Don't think about the Hellfire guys. Just think about that person."

Steve watches as Eddie takes a moment to stare at him before dropping his gaze to the ground. He huffs out a humorless laugh and shakes his head before collecting himself and slowly sauntering up to Steve. Eddie looks up at him through his lashes and lowly, very convincingly says, "I want you."

Goosebumps make their way down Steve's arms and his heart starts practically beating out of his chest. He can't help it as his eyes dip down to Eddie's lips, taking in how soft and pink they look. His tongue darts out to wet his suddenly dry lips, and he has the intense urge to lean in and close the distance between them.

Instead, Eddie takes a step back, and Steve finally looks up at his eyes, seeing a multitude of emotions once again. Neither of them says a word as they stare at each other, a tense silence filling the space between the two of them as Steve takes the moment to process what the hell just happened.

Eddie clears his throat and quietly asks, "Was that... good?"

Right. That's what they were doing. Steve nods and runs a hand through his hair. "Ye-yeah. That was... that was great." He settles his hands on his hips again and nods with a tight expression on his face.

"So... should we continue?"

Steve shrugs and decides to simultaneously torture and confuse himself. "Yeah. We have to see if that strategy works with more phrases, right?"

"Right," Eddie says sounding as hesitant as Steve feels.

"Okay," Steve says with a clap and ignores the way Eddie jumps at the abrupt noise. He juts out his hip and crosses his arms. "So what are some of the other things you'll have to say?"

Eddie's brows furrow and his tongue sticks out momentarily, thoroughly distracting Steve before he asks, "You want to kiss me, don't you?"

Steve's eyebrows and pulse shoot up at record speed. "Sorry?"

"It's... one of the phrases," Eddie says, staring at Steve with concern. "Are you sure you want to keep helping me?"

"Yeah," Steve answers a little too quickly and continues, "Okay, try that one again. Really have fun with it this time. Less like you're telling me- I mean, them, and more like you know a secret of theirs."

Eddie nods. "Less accusatory, more flirtatious. Got it," he says with a wink, a small smile appearing on his face showing off his cute dimples. He reaches up into his hair and twirls a strand of hair around one of his fingers as he asks, "You want to kiss me, don't you?"

Without thinking, Steve blurts out, "Yes."

Eddie's whole flirty act drops. "What?"

"Yes!" Steve says with a weird overabundance of energy that usually only Eddie contains. "That was it! Yes as in, you got it. That was perfect. Next line," Steve rambles out, trying to distract Eddie from his own reaction.

"Why don't you come closer, sweetheart?" Eddie asks, not even pausing to get into character as he just slips into the flirtatious persona effortlessly.

Steve turns away and runs a hand through his hair. "Jesus Christ," he mutters because yes he wants to come closer and-

"Hmm?"

"I said, 'Do another,'" Steve lies.

"While you're not facing me?"

Steve nods. "Need to hear if it's convincing when I can't see you." That's definitely a good lie.

He hears Eddie take a deep breath behind him. "I can't stop thinking about you."

Steve squeezes his eyes shut and finds himself yearning for the phrases to be truthfully directed at him. He tries not to give himself away as he asks, "Isn't D and D interactive? Like you'll have people responding to you?"

Eddie hums in confirmation behind him, and Steve finally turns around, catching a glimpse of fear before Eddie's face goes carefully blank.

"Should we practice that?" Steve asks, truly torturing himself.

Eddie stares at him for a moment and nods. His mouth opens and closes a few times before he finally commits to asking, "What's someone like you doing here, pretty boy?"

Steve's heart flutters in his chest at the nickname but sinks when he reminds himself that it's not real. "I'm not sure."

"Really?" Eddie asks and steps closer to him, smiling teasingly. "Because I think we both know why you're here."

Steve swallows heavily.

"Why don't you follow me, and I can help you figure it out," Eddie suggests innocently, but there's an edge of something in his voice.

"Okay," Steve answers weakly, completely forgetting how he got here.

Eddie smiles wickedly and grabs his hand, tugging him to the couch and guiding him to sit back. Steve's breath catches when Eddie leans over him and whispers, "Did you come here with anyone else?"

Slightly confused, Steve answers, "No?"

"Good," Eddie says as he straddles him and tilts Steve's head up in a way that has Steve nearly groaning. Eddie leans forward, breath ghosting over Steve's lips as he whispers, "And this is when I kill you."

Steve frowns as Eddie's hand lightly comes down to the top of his chest, clenched in a fist as if holding something. It takes him a few seconds before Steve finally gets what's happening and asks, "This was all a trap?"

"She's not a good character," Eddie states, still hovering mere inches away.

"I agree," Steve says and tilts his head slightly. "She should at least kiss them first. Give them what they want before they die."

"Won't they regret the last thing they ever did was kissing her?"

"Never," Steve states.

Eddie's chest rises and falls noticeably quicker than before. "Even after she betrays them?"

"Never," Steve insists, staring intently into Eddie's eyes, leaning ever so slightly closer.

Something between them breaks, and Eddie's hands fly into Steve's hair, tugging him close as Steve's lips meet his rushed and hungry. Eddie pushes back with the same passion, feeding on the tension that settled between them before.

Steve lingers in the kiss for as long as he can until Eddie pulls away and lightly hits his chest. "Regret it?" he pants against his mouth.

"Never," Steve answers honestly, moving forward to kiss him again.

Days later, when the seductress is reintroduced in the campaign, all the Hellfire guys shift uncomfortably in their seats and beg Eddie to never talk to them the same way he talks to Steve.

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #steddie drabble #steddie ficlet

[meowanian]

maybe i’ll try talking some more now, but it’s almost as if i am being too loud.

scaramouche x fem!reader

warnings: suicidal thoughts, very very self indulgent, reader is chubby/plus size, eating disorder, depression, bullying, sh and probably other warning worthy things :( if you are sensitive about this kind of topics please don’t read!

you lay back on your seat in the school bus, listening to some songs. you didn’t want this road that you watch to end, you didn’t want to go to school.

high school was brutal. it was like hell, especially for people like you. ugly and obese, not funny and smart…

while you were drowning in your thoughts, the bus stopped and everyone started to get out one by one.

you sighed, another day to survive without killing myself.

when you get off the bus, you tried to hide your face with your hair.

again, i am looking down.

“isn’t that our lovely y/n?” you heard a boy say.

“I thought you would change at summer but you still look like a fucking whale!”

“c’mon guys, stop!” one of the girls between them said while trying not to laugh.

“you are too nice, nana, you should be more strict with those kind of creatures.”

“yeah, they need to be tames so they don’t cross their lines.” they said while laughing and pointing at you. your eyes were watery and hands were shaky. you tried not to snap. you knew what could happen if you do.

“look at her, she is trying so hard!”

you looked down, again. grabbing your long and baggy sweatshirt tightly, again. you started to walk faster and went to your class.

5 more minutes.

“did you see the new series?”

“yes, i saw it! it was so good i can’t wait for the new episode!”

4 more minutes.

“everyone, go sit at your desks. teacher will be here in a few minutes!”

3 more minutes.

“are you new?”

“no, she was here last year but she never talks, normal for you to forget.”

2 more minutes.

“i hate the two person desks, like why would i want to share it with someone?”

1 more minutes.

“i heard someone new will attend our class!”

“is it a boy?”

“i don’t know but if it is, i hope he is handsome!”

and the class starts.

“friends, we have a new student!” your teacher said and pointed at the boy. “introduce yourself to your new classmates.”

“raiden scaramouche.” he said with a blank expression.

“he is so handsome!”

“his eyes are so pretty!”

they are at it again, you thought.

“i-is that all?” the teacher asked in disbelief.

“yeah, i don’t need them to know more about me.”

“o-okay…then sit somewhere you like.” she said and cleared her throat.

you were looking outside from the window, too into it that you didn’t even notice he sat beside you.

“did he really sit next to her?” you heard them whisper.

you looked at him for a moment. but the few seconds you looked into his eyes, it was like eternity. his eyes were purple like his hair.

he is really handsome, you thought.

“what are you looking at?” he asked, not even looking at your side.

“n-nothing…” you mumbled and turned your head to the window again.

after a long lesson, the bell ringed. you stood up quickly and left the classroom and went to the bathroom. you went into the last cabinet. sat down onto the toilet cover. you crunched your nose with disgust, it was were you really belong to.

you sat down there for the whole break and didn’t even think anything while staring at the ceiling.

the bell ringed again. ah, it’s p.e, i guess i will be here for a bit longer.

after the class ended you quietly went back to the classroom, trying not to get attention and go to the principals office for not attending the classes.

you walked to your desk and opened your book. it was a pretty book which was about a writer who lost her memories.

i wish i lost mine too…

“you weren’t there.” a voice said.

“hm?” you looked up and tried to process it because no one ever talked to you at school out of nowhere.

“at class, you weren’t there.” it was the purple eyed boy. what was his name? raiden?

“yeah,” you said and tried to wrap the conversation up.

“why?” but he didn’t let it go.

“what ‘why’?”

“playing dumb, aren’t we?”

“i just don’t understand the question.”

“huh,” he sighed. “why are they acting like you murmured their family?”

“because i did.”

“huh?”

“sorry,” you muttered and played with your fingers. “i was trying to make a joke.”

“and it was funny.” he said.

“well,” you said. “you don’t seem like you laughed.”

“do i look like i am someone who laughs like a idiot?”

“not really,”

“exactly. so…why?”

“why are you curious?” you asked suspiciously.

“i was just wondering, you are the only person in this class that doesn’t seem dumb.”

“i’d like to be, to be honest.” you sighed.

“hey, scara!” one of the girls came to your desk to talk with few of her friends. you cringed at the nickname.

“what?” scaramouche said.

“ohh, come on, don’t be so cold!” she said and put her hand over his shoulder and leaned onto him.

“don’t come close to me.”

“you are so funny!”

“no, i am not, and i have a girlfriend.”

“you are lying!” the girl said out of embarrassment.

“no i am not, and she is here.” he said and pointed at you.

“huh!? her? out of everyone?” she asked in disbelief.

“yeah, is there a problem?”

“well, she is a fucking ugly, duh.”

“not uglier than you.” he said with a smirk.

“h-how dare you!?” she squeaked.

“and don’t you have a boyfriend? he looks like he is angry.” he said and looked behind her.

“b-baby! i can explain!” she said and ran behind him.

“why the hell did you said that?” you asked for an explanation.

“said what?” he answered like he was innocent.

“why did you say i was your girlfriend!?”

“she didn’t leave my side since morning and she tried to shove her tits onto my face on p.e.”

“that doesn’t explain why!” you protested.

“huh,” he scoffed. “because they will let me breathe and they won’t be making fun of you, win-win situation if you ask.”

“you could at least ask me, you know.”

“yeah, sorry bout that.” he said shrugged his shoulders.

days and days passed after that conversation and you both didn’t talk since then. it was like it didn’t even happen. while thinking about it. you were reading on your desk while everyone else was eating their meals with their friends. you just looked and looked with your hungry stomach. it was hard to resist, it really was. so you decided to eat something.

after buying some snacks, you came back to the class.

“are you eating again, little whale?” it was him, again. “maybe you should hold your throat.”

maybe i should, you thought.

“hahaha,” you heard someone laugh before recognising the owner. scaramouche.

it was the limit…you started to cry. you stood up and ran away to the schools rooftop, which was closed to the students.

you cried and cried. you threw up all the things you ate and didn’t left anything in your stomach. the taste was disgusting.

and then you cried again.

i can’t bear anymore of this…maybe i shouldn’t eat anything. maybe then people will love me….maybe.

that day you stayed at the roof until everyone left. you get back to the classroom and pick up your bag.

you put your earphones on, cutting your bond with the world.

you walked home alone.

while laying down on your bed, you ignored your moms calls that says you should come and eat dinner.

the day after when you go to school, you felt everyones eyes on your back.

you hide from people and didn’t ate anything that day. and the day after. and the day after.

you started to lose weight quickly. your weight went down every single day until you couldn’t walk anymore because of hunger.

it’s for the best.

it’s…for…the…best….

you opened your eyes at the emergency room of the school, someone was holding your hand.

it was scaramouche.

you tried to pull your hand from his grasp but you failed. you felt the cold medicine running down through your veins.

“do you remember what happened?” the doctor asked.

“no…” you said with a raspy voice.

“it looks like your body was tired. did you overworked?”

“no. i didn’t…” you cleared your throat.

“then you didn’t eat for a long time?”

you couldn’t say anything, you were scared that they would make fun of you for trying to be pretty.

“how many days since you last ate?”

“i think…it was 5 days ago…”

“oh my…” the nurse behind you, that you didn’t notice, said with pity.

“i will give you some vitamins and call your parents. they should bring you to hospital for better treatment.”

“okay…thank you.”

when the nurse and the doctor left the room, you were left alone with scaramouche.

“why are you doing this to yourself?” he asked.

“you won’t understand.” you answered.

“how do you know?”

because you were never ugly! you wanted to scream, but stayed silent.

you stayed silent, again.

like you always do.

#Spotify #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin x y/n #genshin fanfic #genshin imagines #genshin x traveler #genshin wanderer #genshin scenarios #genshin impact x reader #genshin x female reader #genshin x f!reader #scaramouche x female reader #scaramouche angst #genshin impact scaramouche #genshin scara #genshin scaramouche #scara #scaramouche x you #scara x reader #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #scaramouche x y/n

[non-stop-imagines]

On Display

From this request 💖

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x Black Younger!Reader (10 years difference) (Taylor Russell face claim)

Word Count: ~4.6k words w/ 1 smau post

Warning: Porn with a plot somewhere in there, Dom!Daniel, Brat!Reader, p in v, Exhibitionisn (sex against a window), overstimulation, an attempt at writing dumification, Humiliation, brief breeding kink moment, mention of food, one mention of birth control, The word "slut" being used quite a bit 😵‍💫Minors DNI!!! 18+

A/N: Writing smut is always an adventure and this is no different. The funny thing about this is that I used writing this to destress from work all week so have fun imagining writing this while on my lunch break in the break room 👍🏿. But really, thank you for the request, all of the requests I've done already and the requests I've recently gotten that I can't wait to do. You guys are crazy creative and I love to see what you guys come up with it if literally my favorite. 😁💗 Anyway, hope you guys like this. Let me know what you think. Like, reblogs, reply, send asks, talk to me!♥️ Love you all!! 💖💛💖💛💖

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danielricciardo Yn sent me random pictures of her and then started crying when I didn't immediately post them. I'm such a bad boyfriend 💔

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imynbitch I stopped crying, didn't I? 😘

> danielricciardo I'll do better in the future

user Yn is That Girl and she just wants everyone to know

yukitsunoda0511 Yeah, you messed up 🤷🏻‍♂️

> imynbitch Thank you, Yuki. I don't know how much longer I can handle such a lack of attention 🥺😔

> danielricciardo Both of you shut up

user All of her looks are so iconic I can't choose which is my fav 😍

user Daniel is the only person that can handle an attitude like YN's. I'm glad they found each other 🥲

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 Thursdays were boring when it came to race weekends for you, but you loved to tag along, staying around your boyfriend when you could and hanging out in the Alpha Tauri motorhome or next to a window in the paddock building that had a view of the track, which was where you were today. Both Alpha Tauri drivers were taking some lucky fans for a spin in a Honda, of which you were oblivious and uncaring of the model, around the Silverstone track. You would look up from your phone every once in awhile, whenever you heard the the roar of an engine approaching or squealing wheels, but one fateful time caused you to put your phone face down on the table you sat at and stalk to the large window, close enough to see the atrocity happening. It was the last fan Daniel had to drive around the track, a girl around your age, 24, maybe a bit older, whose hands were all over your boyfriend's arms, and your brain went haywire when Daniel's hand ventured to the girl's lower back, which for him was instinctual as he guided her into the car. You didn't even watch them leave the starting line before you picked up your things (your phone, smaller purse and garage pass) and headed down to the garage, crossing the people filled pitlane and ending at the pit wall, placing your face in a window of the fence without chain link. You wanted to love the smile on Daniel's face when he gets out of the car after his trip around the track and sees you, but your view was interrupted by "her", who meets Daniel halfway at the front of the car, giddily hooking her arm around Daniel's as he walks her your direction.

   "Hey, baby. Uh, this is Jennifer, one of the lucky winners of a trip around the track with me." Daniel unhooks his arm from the brunette, stepping to the side a bit as she greets you.

   "Hi! Ugh, I just love you! You're one of my favorite wags." She holds out her hand for you to shake, and at first you just scowl at the outstretched manicured hand, but after a brief glance at Daniel giving you a stern “What do we say?” look, you take hold of the hand, shaking hers with little to no tension in your hand.

   “Thank you. I, uh, like your nails. They’re my favorite color, light blue." There was absolutely no feeling in your voice, but the compliment you gave was like a diamond ring to Jennifer. You cut your eyes over to Daniel, who gets the hint and begins to lead Jennifer away, that blasted hand on her back, a little higher this time, but still there.

    “How about you head back over to the group? Let them know I’ll be over in a moment. I’ll be sure to get an extra picture with you, okay?” That smile. It flashed only at “her”, and you could see the slut’s knees get weak. You wanted to cry, seeing that flirty demeanor from Daniel that reeled you in day one, but focused toward someone else.

   "Okay! It was so nice meeting you!" She waves back at you, you responding with a constipated grin, before heading towards the group of fans waiting to take pictures with their favorite drivers.

   "Are you okay?" Daniel had an amused grin on his face. This isn't the first time you've acted like this. He knew exactly why you were pouting and had glossy eyes.

   "I'm fine" You refuse to look at him, instead watching as "Jennifer" walked up to a member of the media team, probably to tell them that Daniel would be over in a minute. You knew that one glance at Daniel would send the tears you were currently holding back cascading down your face.

   "You sure?" Daniel reaches to your face poking through the window in the fence, using your chin to turn your face towards his.

   "I said I'm fine!" One tear escaped your eye and was wiped away with Daniel's thumb.

"Okay, okay, baby. I know." He looks at his watch, then over at the group of fans, then back to you. "You head back to the hotel, okay? I'll be done in a couple hours. Make sure you eat something, too." You nod hesitantly at his orders then pucker your lips for him to place a kiss on, which he supplements with another, more tongue involved kiss. When he pulls back he looks at you, eyes shifting back and forth and lips grinning at your still glossy eyes. After one last kiss, this time on your forehead, he finally jogs back over to the group, and though the petty, irrational voice in your head is telling you to stay and keep an eye on "Jennifer" around your man, you follow Daniel's instructions and head back through the garage so you can leave the paddock and head back to the hotel.

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   "A couple of hours, my ass." You mumble to yourself as you exit the bathroom of the hotel suite. It's been nearly 4 hours since you left the track, and the nagging explanation that you had for Daniel’s tardiness was Jennifer and the "Fuck me" eyes that you felt she was giving Daniel. You wanted to feel happy when you heard the mechanical click of the hotel door unlocking, and deep down you were, you loved to have your boyfriend around. But instead you stayed planted in the armchair next to the large window.

   "Still mad, huh?" Daniel plants a kiss on the top of your head despite your attempt to move out of the way.

   "Well, huh, I don't know. How would you feel if some slut kept making 'fuck me' eyes at your boyfriend and you had to just watch?" You don't look up from your phone as you rant, tapping through Alpha Tauri's Instagram story getting small glimpses at the slut in question.

   "Really?" Daniel's words came out as a chuckle that irritated you enough to make you get up and stomp over to the bathroom with him.

   "Don't laugh at me! It's like you never take me seriously!" Daniel continues with what he was doing, removing his shoes and placing them in the closet and then removing his shirt to hang it up.

   "I'm laughing because I know you're serious, and it's ridiculous." There's a hysterical laugh behind his words that gives you the impression that he's poking fun at you, which he was, but not in the negative way you thought that prompted tears to your eyes. “Don’t cry.”

   “No, you think it’s ridiculous for me not to want to share my boyfriend!” You whine, stamping your foot on the ground, the childish act finally making Daniel turn around and take hold of your face. You looked pitiful with your cheeks squished and eyes red from your crying tantrum.

   “No one is asking you to share me.” You let out a defiant grunt to his nonchalant response and he shakes your head with the firm grasp he had on your face. “Why would I want to go anywhere else when my dumb, little baby has the best pussy in the world. Only an idiot would give that up.” He finally lets go of your face and walks back into the bedroom, and you just silently follow him out, but stay by the bathroom door. You watch him pace around the front of the bed, frustrated with your attitude, running his hands through messy curly hair, accentuating the tone of his slim, tattooed, bare upper body. “No, don’t shut up now. Where’s all that whining?” You stayed still, pouting and crossing your arms. “Come here.” You follow directions, walking slowly to Daniel, arms still crossed in attempted defiance, knowing that any action of Daniel's, punishment or otherwise, would break down your defenses. You don't know what you expected, but you know the last thing was the tattooed hand at the junction between your neck and your chin, roughly bringing your face up to meet a sensual, sloppy kiss. It was as though you were magnetized to his movements, having no hesitation in accepting the tongue he presented the first kiss, meeting each entanglement and the amount of force transferred between your lips.

   "Look at my sloppy little baby. So eager for me to show her that I only have eyes for her." Daniel moved his hand from your neck to just at your jawline, using his thumb to wipe the residual saliva from your lips and then, from spontaneous thought, pushes his thumb into them, to which you willingly accept the appendage into your mouth, earning a twisted grin from your boyfriend. He just watches as you suck on his thumb, head bobbing slightly as if you were giving him a blowjob. One of your hand begin to move on their own down to Daniel's jeans to unbutton them, but it's captured in his other hand as he removes his thumb from your mouth and smears the spit that you lathered on it along your lips. "Ah ah ah. Whiny little brats don't get to touch their boyfriend's dick." 

   "But-" Daniel uses his grip on your face to bring it back up so he can kiss you again, a light one this time, short in duration that made you lean forward once it was done, aching for more

"No, buts." With one hand on your face and the other grasping the fiendish hand that tried to get into his pants, Daniel takes a step back, admiring your attire. It was simple. A tight, white cami and baggy plaid pajama shorts. But it was what was underneath, or rather what wasn't underneath, that sent him reeling. “You’re not wearing anything underneath this comfy, little ensemble, huh? Did you do that for me?” You don’t answer, just hold the intense eye contact with him, a subtle scowl on your face. In response to your persistent defiance Daniel moves the hand that was on your face back to your neck, applying enough pressure to make your head feel lighter and for you to take a small gasp of air. “Use your words.”

   “Yes. Yes.” You words came out breathless and panicked, to which Daniel removed his hands from your body, satisfied with the small answer you gave.

   “And you called that poor girl a slut.” Daniel chuckles, and you just look at him with scrunched eyebrows, upset at the fact that the girl you were worried about was brought up again.

   "Because she was." You grumbled this to yourself, since Daniel had already made his way to the unobstructed window.

   "Whatever you want to believe, sweetheart." He only partially turned his head back towards you to respond to your rebuttal then turned his attention back to the window. "You think anyone can see us up here?" You shrug and hum your unsureness, making your way over to where Daniel was, standing just behind him.

   "I mean, maybe if they're trying to look. We are pretty high up." You answer quietly. Daniel stays put, looking out of the window, but eventually turns around, that twisted grin back on his face.

   "Good enough." He takes a step towards you and you tilt your head, confused with the implication hidden in those two words. "If I'm gonna show my cute little brat that she's the only one for me, might as well show the world that I only have eyes for you, cutie." Daniel gives you a quick peck between your raised eyebrows, then one to your lips, a preliminary kiss that preceded a second, more desperate kiss, which was repeated with increasing desperation, only being interrupted for mere seconds to remove articles of clothing, and in no time you and Daniel were completely bare to each other, making out and slowly moving toward the window. "You're fucking gorgeous." Your back was pressed up against the cold glass of the window, the change in temperature causing a combined gasping moan to come from your mouth. "And you make the prettiest noises, my love." You want to take in the glorious sight that is your boyfriend completely naked, tattoo sprinkled around his body that you love to kiss. You wanted to touch him, give him pleasure, but the coldness of the window, the sensation of Daniel's tongue now swirling and lips sucking at one of your nipples, physically feeling yourself get wetter, took that desire and tossed it to the side, and now you were chasing your own pleasure. Daniel's hands had pulled you in, one squeezing your ass and the other on your middle back, trying to bring your boob further into his mouth while using his body to continue to push you into the window.

   "Danny…" You moan out his shortened name, tossing your head back, some of your gathered up hair springing free from confinement.

   "Shh, dumb little babies don't speak unless they're spoken to." Daniel moved away from your chest back to your lips, swallowing the whine you let out from the loss of contact and then the moans you let out from the kiss. "Do you know how much I love your tits? They're absolutely perfect." He swoops his head back down to kiss your breasts, just the tops and in-between, slowly, sensually. "Let's just show the world how perfect they are." Daniel grasps your hips and spins you so your front pressed against the glass of the window, the abruptness of the action making it easier for him to do so because you had no chance to resist. You both knew the window was tinted, sure to a certain extent, but with tint and the fact that you two were mere floors away from the top floor, it was highly unlikely anyone saw you. But you could see out, clearly, and just the feeling of you being bare and open to the world like this makes you hornier than you even expected. Daniel comes up behind you and presses his body into your's, a hand at your pelvis and a hand grasping your hand that braces you against the window, fingers intertwined, placing his head on your shoulder. "What was that you were gonna say earlier?" As Daniel waits for your answer, he takes his socked foot and widens your legs ever so slightly.

   "I need you. So bad. Please, fuck me." You were already breathing deeply from your arousal, and also partially due to the limited range of motion for your expanding lungs due to your current position against the glass.

   "Wow, that was much more than I expected. I just thought my dumb little slut would just say 'Fuck me' and that's it. But that was fucking poetic." You could hear the frantic slight annoyance in Daniel's voice as he removes his hand from your pelvis to grasp himself, placing his dick between your legs right at your pussy, fucking your thighs a couple of times to lather up the wetness practically leaking from you before pulling all the way back and placing himself at your entrance. "Brace yourself." You did somewhat, but you wished you took his words more seriously because the force at which pressed his dick inside of you wasn't harsh or too fast, he knew better, but it was steady and gave you little time to adjust to having him inside your pussy as he bottomed out just as quick as he entered you. You simultaneously let out a moan that rivaled a porn star's as your face hit the glass, the abrupt sensation making your mind do cartwheels. Daniel's hand that had a hold on yours snaked away from your hand and under your, now back to, outstretched arms to reach under your chin, guiding your face up so he could give you another frantic, sloppy unfocused kiss before kissing your forehead. "Sorry, baby." 

   You didn't care. Even while he was apologizing for making you hit your face on the glass, Daniel continued to move his hips, thrusting slowly in and out of you, still causing you to let out lewd whiny moans. "Yes, baby. Keep making those pretty noises for me, okay? No one can make me go as crazy as you do with just a moan. No one. Fuck..." A harsh sting on your butt presents itself after Daniel's rambling of words, to which he responds by slowly massaging the the location at which his hand landed on you and proceeding to kiss your neck, happy with the mild scream you let out from the spontaneous action. He keeps thrusting into you at a steady, forceful rhythm. Snapping his hips into your ass and then dragging his dick out of you. Snap. Drag. Snap. Drag. He knew he wanted more from you, so he brought his left hand that was at your pelvis down to your clit, using the juices squelching from your pussy as lubrication for the fast, circular rubbing of the nub.

   "Aha, shit. Danny…fuck." You blindly reach behind your head with your right hand, knocking into Daniel's solid right arm that was back against the glass, clumsily finding its way to the back of Daniel's head, which he nuzzles further into your neck for easier access to the location, moving your hands up until you reach some curls to grasp.

   "You like being on display for everyone? Everyone seeing exactly how much of a slut you are for me?" He takes a small step forward, pushing your tits into the glass of the window more, changing the angle of your bodies slightly so his dick runs along each spot inside of you longer with each drag. "Answer."

   "Mhm. Ev'ryone knows I'm yours. And you're mine." Your words don't match the innocent face  that you give him, eyes wide and lips pouting and somewhat parted, shiny and swollen from the incessant kissing.

   "Still so bold even when I'm fucking you against the window for everyone to see. That's why I love you." He flashed a giant smile at you before capturing your lips again at the same time as a harsh snap of his hips, producing from you a loud startled moan. He keeps thrusting and rubbing your clit, both paces steady. He can feel you go slightly limp from exhaustion due to how quick the intensity of the act got to maximum, so he adjusted, taking a step back so you were no longer against the window and bringing the arm previously holding him up against the window to reach across your torso, hand coming up to roll your nipple between two fingers.

   " 'm gonna cum. Can't hold it. Feels too good." You keep your grasp on Daniel's head but look away, dropping your head down, getting a somehow X-Rated view of Daniel's tattooed hand rubbing your clit. As you said, it was all too much and soon your legs were giving out and trembling beneath you, to which Daniel takes a step forward again to brace himself on the window again, moving his other hand to your abdomen.

   “That was a big one. You okay?” He turns you around and holds you steady by your ass, searching for your eyes and waiting for your answer.

   “Mhm.” You look up at him, eyes blinking lazily as your mind swirls around with the pleasure you just received. Your out-of-it response, which was adorable to Daniel, earned you another batch of sloppy tongue filled kisses.

   “Good, cause we’re not done.” Before you could protest or retort, Daniel’s lips were back on yours, your bodies slowly making their way over to the bed, the back of Daniel’s legs hitting the structure being him you guys' only indication that you made it to your destination. You were chasing his kisses now, so he had to put you at arms length again to speak. “Ass in the air, my love.” You didn’t follow directions, just stood on your tiptoes, puckering your lips for another kiss. “If I give you a kiss, will you follow instructions?” You nod and then climb in the bed kneeling on it so you were eye level with him, then bring him in from the back of his head, you now dominating this kiss, subconsciously showing anyone that has shown any remote interest in your boyfriend exactly who he belongs to. Once you pull away, a string of spit briefly connecting you two, you slowly get into position, wiggling your ass as you wait. The lack of sight was exhilarating, making you even more wet when you felt the bed dip and Daniel rub his dick along your highly exposed pussy. With a hand on your lower back, Daniel pushes inside you and you groan into the pillow you had your face buried in. 

   “Fuck, you feel so good like this.” He starts with a gentle pace, allowing your juices to really coat his dick to help it slide in and out better, and as his pace quickens, your groans prolong, still feeling sensitive from your earlier orgasm. “Ha, I can’t believe you thought I would even think about getting rid of this pussy. You really are just a dumb. Little. Brat.” With those last three words, harsh thrusts were supplemented with some more sharp smacks on your butt. His own carnal sensations take over for a moment, just focusing on chasing his own climax, but at a certain point he tilts to the side to look at you, still thrusting. He smiles at the picture of beauty in front of him, your drooping eyelids, slightly parted mouth with a small bit of drool falling onto the pillow, unsecured curls sticking to your sweaty forehead, and exhausted whimpers falling from your mouth. “You look so pretty, baby, all fucked out from my cock.” He keeps moving, speeding up as he gets closer and you also get wordlessly closer to another orgasm, but once Daniel feels himself get more frantic, more animalistic, he stops and pulls out of you, to your dismay, and flips you over onto you back. You kept the same face, brain clouded by desire for another orgasm, and your chest heaving from deep breathing as Daniel worked to get you in position. He kneeled between your legs, pushing them up toward your head, hooking your knees in the crooks of his arms, letting go just so he could guide himself back into you, then continuing the same brutal pace that shocks you for a moment, but then your brain goes numb, mouth hanging open, allowing whatever noises you make to come out uninhibited. “Look at that pretty face you're making for me,” He reaches down and squishes our face, abandoning one of legs to do so. “You think I would want to leave this face?” He bends down to kiss you, stretching your hip and pushing his dick deeper inside you to do so. You had no choice in the matter to kiss him, your lips were already puckered from his hand squeezing your face and your brain couldn't think of anything past cumming again from your boyfriend’s cock, but you still let out a moaning gasp from the intense mixture of sensation. Once Daniel pulls back, he seems to put complete and utter focus on fucking you, hard. “Do you know how much of a brat you were today?” He took your legs and wrapped them around his waist so he could bring his hands down next to your head and get a clear view of your face. “All because you didn’t want to share. And now here you are, being fucked in front of windows, from behind, just so you know that there is no other pussy I would rather fuck. My poor insecure little brat.” You couldn’t respond. You wanted to. Wanted to be snarky back, but everything felt too good, sensitive, and you were too close to cumming  to think of anything to say except warning him of your upcoming climax.

   “Danny…cum…” You held eye contact with him for the first time in a while, biting your bottom lip hard and begging him with glossy eyes. He just smiles maniacally at you and makes his thrusts rougher, knowing that he was coming close to his own end. 

   “After such mean words, too? You really are just a little slut for me.” He moves his arms around so he could be stable on one arm in order to reach down and rub your clit, causing you to make the loudest, unabashed moans until you finally got over your hump and came, hips bucking into Daniel’s, back arching, and hands bundling up what you could of the bedding. The rhythmic convulsions happening inside you during your orgasm were working to bring Daniel closer to his own, evident in the groan that he let out just as they started. He continued to fuck you through your climax, but purely for the sake of cumming too, his steady rhythm becoming frantic and unpredictable. “Why don’t we try out that implant, huh? I’m gonna cum in you so much it’ll be leaking out and we’ll see if you end up all round from me. That sounds fun, huh?” You weren’t listening at all, brain going haywire from the continued stimulation to your sensitive pussy, so Daniel’s words were truly just to bring him up and into his own climax, fucking into you wildly as he came inside your pussy, bending over to kiss all over your fucked out face as he did so. Once he came down a bit he removed himself from you and found enough strength to prop up onto his side in order to watch his cum leak from you, gently caressing your aching pussy to help you come down. “You did a good job. I hope now you know that I’m yours forever, okay?” He looks up at your face to see that you seemed to have fallen asleep, unquestioningly exhausted from the night's festivities. Daniel just chuckles and kisses your forehead. “I guess we’ll talk later.” He does what he needs to clean you and himself up enough to sleep comfortably, then climbs back into bed and rolls you into him so that your head is on his chest, and caresses your back until he falls blissfully into sleep with you.

_________

   When you finally woke up it was nearly 10:30 in the morning. The room was quiet and the curtains to the windows were drawn so very little sunlight made it into the room. You reach behind yourself to the nightstand beside the bed, finding your phone that was conveniently plugged in and now fully charged. There was a text from Daniel.

Danny💙

Had to leave for the track pretty early. There's donuts out in the kitchenette-thing and iced coffee in the fridge. Make sure you eat real food when you get here. 😘

   You smile coyly to yourself, then type out an answer you knew he wouldn't see until after you got to the track anyway.

YN

Thank you, baby. See you soon 💗

   You take a moment to fully wake up, stretch out your body, then get up to find and put on the pajamas that were carelessly tossed to the side last night before tiredly stalking out to see a rectangular box of 3 assorted donuts and a white tulip next to them, your favorite flower. You then make your way over to the refrigerator, flower in hand, opening it to see the aforementioned iced coffee, pulling it out and then grabbing one of the donuts before heading back to the bedroom to get ready for the rest of the Saturday.

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[jayjj7]

chapter 28. dinner

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even though you knew this was coming, walking into your boss’ office is nerve wracking. danielle is already in his office, sitting on a spare chair, turning her head upon seeing you walk in. you shoot her a small smile and stand behind danielle to give ryo and tae some space to walk into the office.

your hands are resting on danielle’s shoulders, gently rubbing against her doctors coat. she brings up a hand to hold yours, rubbing her thumb against each individual digit of your yours.

nervousness was an understatement, you were scared shit-less about losing your job. it wasn’t that you disliked your job, you loved it in fact, it was just the conditions that made you dread clocking in every day.

“it has been brought to my attention that i have been giving my employees…” your boss motions his hands forward to put an emphasis on everyone in the room.

“an unfair imbalance of pay and recognition” he looks down at his desk, fixing his name plate so it’s straighter than before.

ryo automatically furrows his eyebrows in frustration, expecting something huge in return. tae on the other hand, keeps a composed demeanor while staring at your boss.

“which is why i will make sure everyone is payed the same starting today, i will also be paying for your guys’ dinner” you could tell your boss had no intention on ever doing so. the light, subtle sweat on his forehead only puts you in a bad mood.

“thank you sir” ryo reaches his hand out to shake the boss’ while smiling and laughing hysterically.

danielle sighs before dropping her phone down on the table, clearly annoyed and angry. she stands up and takes a hold of minji’s arm to pull her behind where danielle was headed. they make their way to the bathroom without any discussion, minji’s facial expression declared indifference, it was like she knew this was coming.

“minji what are you doing?” danielle crosses her arms across her chest, holding eye contact with minji after entering the bathroom.

“i’m not doing anything” minji holds her hands up as if she was surrendering.

“what is your problem with y/n? i already told you we solved everything!” danielle leans closer to minji out of frustration, trying to make a point.

“okay so what if that happens again dani? huh? she lashes out on you again over something you can’t control, then what?” minji speaks louder in hopes of knocking some sense into danielle.

“there was a reason why she was mad okay? she apologized and that was it! you don’t have to look out for me this much! you are crossing the line!” danielle swings her arms as she talks, out of breath by the time she’s finished speaking.

“dani, why do you keep giving her excuses? because if this was anyone else, you would not be this nice or forgiving!” minji shakes her head as she talks.

danielle always had a response for everything she was told, whether that was an answer to a question, a suggestion, or in this case: a witty remark. but this time was different, danielle was silent, unable to respond to minji. this caused for minji to continue asking questions.

“why are you taking care of her? because she looks fine to me!” she laughs. “is she even paying rent?” “ why do you always hide her from us?” minji talks faster.

“i mean you practically live with the girl and still i know nothing about her?” she rests her hands on her hips.

“because i like y/n!” danielle shouts, shutting minji up and causing her to leave her mouth agape.

“i like y/n! i’m giving her the benefit of the doubt for being immature not only because she’s sick, but because i like her!” danielle rubs her temple.

“she’s living with me because the doctors said i should look after her for a week or two and i like taking care of her! i called her my wife and i like the thought of it! okay minji? is that what you wanted?” danielle is stressed out, she looks drained after her speech.

after a moment of silence, minji speaks:

“you can’t date her”

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[eyesthecolorofarson]

Best Man

Dick didn’t know what to expect when he arrived at the Manor, but it certainly wasn’t a flustered, obviously swooning Damian.

He’d came to check on him after another one of his balls with other royal families. This one being the first to be held in a place called the Infinite Realms with family’s from other dimensions and universes.

It was stressful for everyone, letting the packs youngest omega leave and go to other countries–and now other dimensions–to mingle and chat up princes and princesses like himself.

Unfortunately he would be the only one besides Alfred to talk with Damian when he first gets back. Tim and Bruce were stuck head first into a bombing, Jason was tracking down the guy who killed three of his workers, and the girls were away for a well-deserved vacation.

That left him to walk in and immediately be hit with the scent of maple syrup, sweet and earthy in a way Damian’s scent had never been before. Damian made a beeline for him from where he was sitting, obviously waiting. “Richard!” Damian smiled, “We must speak! At once!”

He let himself be pulled to Damian’s room, his mind turning. What could have happened to make Damian Al Ghul-Wayne smile, let alone flustered? Why was he so happy, because he was obviously, very openly, happy?

Damian pulled him into his room, locked the door, then pushed him onto the bed and began pacing. “I will first explain to you the way I, and by proxy every other heir in attendance of this ball, communicate.” Dick let him speak, knowing he wouldn’t appreciate being interrupted.

“First and foremost, every little thing matters. From the way you position your hands to the tilt of you head, where you look, and even the position of your feet, every little thing means a completely different thing. This means that there are over a million–billion, really–things that you can say and express without a word.”

Damian looked to him for confirmation that he understood, then continued. “Not only that, but in the ballroom setting the order of which you introduce oneself to those in attendance is equally, if not more, important. As one could expect you go from those you deem most important to least. The shape of which you do these introductions also showcases this, moving past one party to another of higher standing.”

Here he paused, flushed again, and began fanning himself. “So, as you can imagine, a straight line means that you are the most important person in the room to this man.” “‘This man’?” He asked, some prices falling into place.

“Yes!” Damian said, turning towards him with a love struck, dazed expression, cupping his face and swooning. “Oh Richard, I met an alpha! The most wonderful, handsome, benevolent alpha in the world!” Dick couldn’t help himself; he squealed and hugged Damian, squeezing tight before setting him down next to him. “That’s amazing, Dami! Tell me everything—start from the beginning.” His little brother found someone! Someone who made him this happy—It was a miracle! Damian seemed very pleased with his reaction and grabbed his pillow as he began again.

“As I said, a straight line means you are the most important person. But what you do while you cross the room matters as well. Where you look, where you stop, how quickly you go, understand?” At his nod Damian flushed again, squeezing the pillow. “So, a straight line, with no stops, never looking away, and coming to me from the other side of the ballroom in less than a minute?”

“That means your very important to him.” Dick couldn’t help his high tone, Damian’s happiness seemed to be affecting him. Not like he minded; this was the first time one of his sibling came to him practically bursting with excitement about a potential relationship. This was a moment he would cherish forever.

“Yes!” Damian said, his tone matching Dicks own. “But that’s not all! The first meeting is also incredibly important, for so many reasons I don’t have time to name them all. But the first handshake can say a million things just like everything else. And since he was the first person I talked to–and in accordance to his standing-I gave a half bow to show I respected him but that I was also of high standing as an Al Ghul, dipped my head since he is a king and I am a prince and held out my hand waist high as an invitation.”

“And what he did in return?” Damian’s voice dipped into an excited whisper as he clutched the pillow and leaned in. “He did a full bow, bent his right knee and put his right foot behind his left with the heel raised, his left arm behind his back, took my hand with his right and kissed it long and deeply, all while maintaining eye contact!”

Damian pushed his face into the pillow for a second, then looked up. “And the meaning of that? The kiss? The eye contact?” Dick leaned forward, “What dose it mean?” Damian flushed again, his scent growing sweeter. “All of that combined means ‘there are no words in the languages we speak to describe your beauty’.” “Oh. My. God!”

“I know!” Damian voice was muffled as he screamed into his pillow. “And that was only the introduction, Richard! The introduction! Oh, and everything after was a dream.” He raised his head and grinned—a real, genuine smile. It warmed Dicks heart to see his usually stoic brother so happy.

“All while we were talking he wanted to know me. Not the Al Ghul heir, not the son of the bat, me! He asked about my interests, my favorite things—Richard, he called me Damian! You almost always refer to a heir by their last name because that’s what’s important to you. But he called me only Damian! I was important to him!”

Dick couldn’t help but laugh as he asked, “You called him by his name, right? Oh! His name! What’s his name? And you said he was a king, what’s he the king of?” Damian blushed–blushed!–and nodded. “Yes, it was only appropriate. His name is Daniel Phantom, King of the Infinite Realms, the afterlife dimension. Simply put, every afterlife that exists is located in this dimension.”

“Oooo, do you think there’s a queen? If the seats open~” Damian blushed at the implication, pushing his face into his pillow again and taking slow breaths. He was a little concerned about the whole ‘king of the afterlife’ thing–and wait, wasn’t the ball held in the Infinite Realms? Does that mean Damian was in the afterlife?–but if the Percy Jackson books have taught him anything it’s that the specifics matter. King of the afterlife is different from king of the dead or death itself.

“No, there is no queen. Daniel was only recently crowned after defeating Pariah Dark, the previous king and tyrant. Oh, I almost forgot to mention! You remember how the JLD marked Amity Park, Illinois an area of concern and in less that 72 hours lifted the warning without doing anything?” “Yeah, drove B crazy cus’ they wouldn’t say why or how or what happened.” “It was Daniel and Pariah Dark fighting for the throne!”

“What? Back up a bit,” Dick asked, confused. “What do you mean ‘it was him’?” Damian’s eyes shined as he explained. “Apparently, the entirety of Amity Park–Daniels home town–was dragged into the Infinite Realms due to Pariah Dark waking up and attacking! Daniel had to fight Pariah Dark to stop him from continuing his assault of this earth and the surrounding dimensions and universes, which is why he was trapped in the forever sleep.”

Damian swooned again, hugging his pillow as he sighed, “He saved not only earth but the surrounding multiverse, and confined in me that he didn’t even know he would become king! He said that the only thing that mattered to him was keeping everybody safe! Isn’t it heroic?” Dick expressed his agreement, making a mental note to tell all this to Bruce. He’d want to know about a kid Damian’s age who’s saved the multiverse seemingly all by himself.

Which reminded him, “How old is he?” Didn’t want another Midnighter situation. Damian’s advances on his first crush were hell to handle. “He’s one year my elder, and oh Grayson I was not exaggerating when I said he is gorgeous. He—well, hm.”

Damian paused and then pulled out his phone. “Please allow me a moment to acquire the correct knowledge of the colors blue, white, green and black so I can accurately portray to you just how otherworldly beautiful Daniel is.” Dick let him pursue the internet for a while, mentally filling out the start of a report form for Bruce. He returned his attention to Damian when he was ready.

“Now fully educated I can describe him in the detail he deserves. His skin is colored light blue grey and his face, possibly his whole body, is covered in freckles that take the shape of constellations colored passport blue. His hair is a dancing flame pulled back into a ponytail colored Mint cream, a greenish shade of white. His eyes are Lazarus colored, as is his tongue and blood. His teeth are sharp canines, piercing skin easily.”

A little worried how he knew that, but Dick would ask later. “His crown, the Crown of Fire, is a halo of Vantablack ice. The other piece showcasing his status is the Ring of Rage, colored same shade of black with a gemstone colored Carmine red.”

Damian sighed dreamily. “He was dressed elegantly, a Lazarus green suit vest over a vantablack button up and tie. His cape was clasped around his shoulders with a gold chain, pure white on the outside but a galaxy on the inside. It moved, Richard. He told me it changed galaxies and that at the moment it was showing the galaxy of dimension 62V-K.”

“Richard,” Damian said softly, his face flushed and eyes shining. “When he took my hand….I shivered. At first I thought nothing of it, but the longer I stood by his side it became harder and harder to deny it. His scent was….attractive. Like hickory and rain, maple and lightning. He smelled like a rolling thunderstorm, a summer morning.”

“I wanted to be closer, to drown in his scent. But it wasn’t just me.” Dick was certain he was about to die. It wasn’t just him? Oh no. “Were there others?” Dick asked worryingly. Damian blushed more, shaking his head then pushing his face into his pillow. When he raised his head he looked dazed. “It wasn’t just me, Richard. He...My scent…we were in the garden when he brought it up.”

“He’d wanted to show me the animals in the sanctuary, star seals and pomerantulas. We were sitting under a wysteria tree watching them roam. We were….I guess you would call it ‘cuddling’. Just…leaning against and holding each other. His arm was wrapped around my waist while his other held my hand.”

Damian blushed again and pushed his face back into the pillow as Dick ‘aww’ed. He raised his head once more and continued. “He turned to me and told me he couldn’t contain his desire any longer. When I asked what he meant…..” Damian took deep breath.

“He asked to smell my scent gland.” Dick blue screened for a moment. “He WHAT!?” He leaned forward, thinking he had misheard. Asking to smell a scent gland was more than a big deal. It was practically a mini proposal! “Did–what did you say?” Damian smiled again. “I said yes. He pulled my hand and put his lips to my wrist gland. He inhaled deeply and shivered. Richard, he growled.”

“He kissed my gland and told me it was taking all his strength and willpower not to mark me as his mate right that second. I…I didn’t know how to respond, and without thinking I told him he could scent me if I could scent him.” Dick gaped at him. Damian was very particular about physical contact, even more so about scenting. For him to ask an alpha to scent him, to ask if he could scent him—Damian was more than interested.

“He immediately agreed, and then….” Damian paused and Dick thought his head was going to explode from how red it was. “Theeeen??” Dick inquired. “Oh Richard, he pulled me onto his lap and against his chest.” Damian fell back into the bed, still clutching his pillow. “He began scenting and kissing my neck, telling me he wanted me in ways he didn’t know how to describe.”

Damian sighed dreamily. “He told me he wanted to court me, to make me feel like the most special and important person in the multiverse because that’s was I was to him. That he wanted to spread every waking and resting moment with me. Richard, he asked my opinion on children.”

“Oh and scenting him was heaven,” Damian swooned again, “to claim him as my alpha, even in the smallest ways, made my head spin. Richard….I began kissing his neck.” Dicks jaw was so open it was practically in the batcave. “You kissed him?? His scent gland?? Did he like it? What did you say to him???”

Damian nodded, eyes blown wide with a smile on his face. “I told him I accept his advances and that I wanted to mate as soon as possible. I told him I’d never wanted anyone–anything–more than I wanted to be his omega. That I wanted him to be my alpha. And then…. Oh it was so foolish and irresponsible of me to do, but I couldn’t wait any longer.” Damian put a hand over his heart.

“I kissed him.” Dick gasped. “Wh–did he kiss back?” “Yes!” Damian said, sitting up. “He kissed me back! It was so….soft at first, but then—oh it’s embarrassing to say.” Dick clasped his hands together. “ please please pleaseeeeee tell meeeee. You can’t leave me on a cliffhanger!” Damian laughed a little, laughing louder when Dick pulled him into a hug, still pleading.

“Ok, ok, I will tell you!” He giggled, allowing Dick to keep hugging him, which said a lot about how happy he was. “We–well, I don’t really know how, but one moment we were sitting up and the next he had me pinned to the ground.” Dick choked. Damian only laughed again. “Yes, I was surprised as well. He—we were…” Damian cleared his throat.

“….I believe it’s called ‘French kissing.’” Damian his his face in his hands at Dicks scandalized gasp. “It…was so warm. He tasted wonderful, and I wanted it to continue forever. I….I’ve never been more impulsive than I was in that moment. I put my hands in his hair–and I’m surprised it didn’t burn me–but anyways, I pulled him closer to me. But it wasn’t enough.”

Damian laughed a little, peeking through his fingers. “I…ha…I flipped us. So I was–dear lord Richard, I was sitting on his lap! I was straddling him!” Dick gasped again. “My baby brother, straddling someone? Oh pinch me, I think I’m dreaming!” He teased, smiling as Damian pinched him. “It certainly felt like a dream.” Damian sighed.

“Did he like it?” Damian hid his face again. “Yes, very much. I could smell and….feel him, if you understand.” Oh my god. Dick ‘ooo’ed and Damian laughed airily. “He obviously liked it, but did you?” Dick laughed as Damian squeaked, gasping again at his small nod. “Ooohhhh my little brother is growing uuupp,” he cried, hugging him again. “He has a boyfriend, he’s being courted, pretty soon you’ll be mated; it’s too much! Just yesterday you were eight!”

Damian didn’t try to push him away, leaning into him instead. “You are ok with this?” He asked hopefully, “You will allow him to court me?” Dick pulled back so he could look at Damian fully. “Damian, I’ve never seen you more happy than you are now. If this alpha can make you smile and laugh like this just after the first meeting, he has more than my blessing. He should be more worried about what I’ll do to him if he doesn’t court you.”

Damian laughed happily, hugging him. “I am very glad. I was worried you’d be against it, for I know Father will be.” He had a good point. Bruce went over-protectively ballistic when he found out Roy and Kori were courting Jason. When he finds out Daniel is the fucking King of the afterlife? It’ll take every super to hold him back from going to the Infinite Realms and interrogating it’s king.

“After a few minutes of, um….kissing, he pulled back rather quickly, so quickly in fact that I believed I’d done something wrong. Thankfully that was not the case.” Damian said, continuing after a moment. “I’d asked him and he quickly told me that I’d done nothing wrong, and that—that I was perfect. He said that he was having trouble controlling himself, and that if we continued…”

“Oh my god.” Dick whispered. “Damian, show me your neck right now.” Damian gasped and almost shrieked a scandalized ‘RICHARD!’ as Dick pulled at his shirt. Thankfully, there were no marks, some light bruises, but that was normal with kissing. He allowed Damian to smack his arm after. “How irresponsible do you believe me to be?! I tell you I do something without thinking once and suddenly you treat me like a harlot!?” Dick laughed as he apologized, conceding that it had been a little rude. Damian took a moment to collect himself before continuing.

“It is embarrassing to say, but while we were, ahem….busy, his sister appeared to inform us the ball would soon be over and Daniel had to give his closing speech as the host.” Dick laughed at Damian’s expression. He knew the mortifying feeling of a sibling walking in while you were making out with someone, and was glad Damian got to experience it.

“Her name is Jasmine, and I do hope you do not meet. I know your history with tall redheads.” He laughed again at Damians expression. “But more importantly, after Daniels speech he gave me a courting gift.” Dick gasped and watched as Damian quickly went to his dresser and dug under everything to bring out a small black box.

Damian came back and sat down next to him, opening it to reveal a ring. It was a green gemstone with a black band. The band was carved into a blooming flower with the gem in the center with leafs coming out the sides slightly. The gemstone wasn’t one of this world, or dimension most likely. The color changed shades of green depending on the light, the cut changing with it. To the left it was zigzags, to the rights it was a jagged bismuth, and when Damian pulled it back Dick saw it change to liquid.

Damian pulled it out and put it on his left ring finger, and Dick watched as it changed shape to fit his finger. Damian sighed dreamily as he turned his hand this way and that, tracing the gem with his other thumb. “He told me this was his mothers wedding ring, and that she had given her engagement ring to his sister and her wedding ring to him. Apparently his father created this jewel for his mother and carved the band, and he said he’d do the same for my wedding band.”

“Man, Daniel knows how to make a move!” Dick whistled as he took Damian’s hand to see the ring better. “I’ve seen some amazing courting gifts in my day, but his mothers wedding ring as the first gift? You said his dad made this gem for his mom? Does that mean he’s going to make the same gem for you?” Damian blushed as Dick admired the ring.

“I believe so, since according to Daniel this gem is currently the only one in existence, making my wedding ring the second.” Damian stopped for a second, making Dick pause too. Damian was still and silent for about thirty seconds before he exclaimed “My god, it’s a tradition!” Dick blinked. “..what?” “It’s a family tradition! It’s something his father did, he’ll do, and our children will do as well! It’s generational!”

Damian was fanning himself and blushing again, and Dick couldn’t help but laugh. Of course thats what does it. A tradition. And probably also the fact that Daniel was already talking about their wedding. Damian was also going on and on about the wedding, who would be there and what type of flowers and what he would wear.

“Father and Mother will walk me down the aisle, of course, and Jon will be groomsman as well as Colin, Jason, Tim, and Duke.” Dick raised an eyebrow. “What about me?” Damian smiled at him. “You’ll be my best man, of course.”

#damian wayne x danny fenton #damian wayne #danny phantom au #dick grayson #dc x dp au #a/b/o verse #ghost king danny #damian al ghul #Dick is a good big brother #Let Damian be a teenager #Danny is one hell of a flirt #royalty au #infinite realms #I wrote this while watching Jacksepticeye play Minecraft

[xhoneygirlxx]

Miss Americana & The Heartbreak Prince

Steve Harrington x Reader

summary: The cheerleading and boy's basketball coaches are the talk of Hawkins High. When they can't seem to put two and two together, the students have to take matter into their own hands to get the pair together.

warnings: fluff. Steve and reader are both in their 20s. gender/body size/ethnicity are not discussed (the name of the fic was simply picked based off of one line). a little cameo from our favorite metal head. a bit sappy but who cares. idiots in love. we stan the students in this fic, they were doin god's work frfr. also modern au! spelling errors/shitty writing, i'm sick so forgive me for any mistakes lmao.

*if i miss anything please let me know*

a/n: As we all know, today would have been the last day of Honey's birthday bash. That was the plan my friends but bc of party festivities, hangovers, and now a bad cold, we are now behind on schedule. Thank you all for hanging in there with me :) I hope you all enjoy this, love you bunches!

The whole school is rolling fake dice.

Whispers traveled through the echo chamber hallways, bets being placed with the shaking of hands, and gossip being passed back and forth in the lunchroom like a breadbasket at dinner. All anyone could talk about was the two coaches that were blind to their own attraction to one another.

Unbeknownst to you and Steve, you guys were in the middle of a storm of circulating rumors since the beginning of the season. From the moment you two met all hell broke loose, a wildfire spreading through the classrooms of the school.

Everyone could see how much you liked each other, it was so clear like the scoreboard that shined brightly in the gym, except for you. The perfect love story, the cheerleader and jock, it was bound to happen sooner or later.

It started as a game between the cheerleaders and the basketball players, betting on who would break first and finally make it official. Soon it became a game amongst the rest of the student body, all of them biting at their nails and crossing their fingers in the hope that one of you would crack.

To everyone's disappointment, neither of you ever did. It was exhausting watching the two of you dance around your clear feelings for one another. The two of you tried to play it cool, act like any of the accusations were just that, accusations. But it was there, bright as day, on display for the whole world to see.

It was in the way your eyes would find each other's in a crowded room, feather light touches that would linger for way too long, shy smiles and rosy cheeks. The way you talked to one another was anything but two people who worked together. It was teasing, flirty, and breathless any time you talked.

There was a big wager for this whole thing, which team would win the biggest check and which one would have to fork over all the money. The cheerleaders and half of the school had their money on Steve, his reputation as a ladies man helping them with their decision. The basketball team and the other half of the school bet on you, knowing you were more outspoken then he is.

Now it's been months since the bets were placed but neither of you finally crossed over the line from friends to lovers. So the cheerleaders did what they do best, they rallied everyone on their side, made a plan that would guarantee their win.

Winter formal was only a week away, both of you were sure to chaperone without a date. So the cheerleaders got to work, making sure their plan would be executed flawlessly.

Phase #1: Plant the seeds

Two loud knocks against the heavy wood door of Steve's office bring him out of his computer screen. Shouting a come in, he's met with the sight of the student council president, Lauren McPhee who holds a white paper.

"Sorry to bother you but I need this form filled out for the dance next week!" She's too chipper for a Monday morning, smiling brightly like the sun that hangs in the cold December sky.

"Oh yeah, let me just get a pen." Wheeling back on his desk chair, Steve begins to pat his shirt while looking around at his cluttered desk for the writing instrument.

Once he snatches the ballpoint pen from under the stack of papers, Steve grabs the flimsy sheet from Lauren's hand and scribbles down his signature on every empty line.

"Alrighty, there you go." With a tight lipped smile, he hands it back to the nice girl.

Steve watches as her eyes flit over the paper, flipping it front to back to make sure everything is filled out properly. When her features twist in confusion he can't help but wonder why.

"Everything look good?" He questions and she shakes her head while still reading over the curled letters of his name.

"Y-yeah, it's just," pulling her lip between her teeth, Lauren begins to chew on it anxiously, "the section for your date has been left blank. Excuse me if I'm crossing a line here, coach, but you're not bringing a date?"

Her voice is sympathetic, lips pulled into a deep from and her eyes sparkling with pity as she looks at the older man. Steve isn't sure why she seems so upset about him going alone or why it would be a problem, but when she looks at him like a dog that's been kicked he feels the need to answer.

"Oh, well I don't really have anyone to take. Plus it's more important for me to be paying attention to the punch bowl to make sure no asshole- I mean jerk, spikes it." With a forced laugh, he waits to see if his answer is enough to suffice the girl's curiosity.

"O-oh that makes sense I guess, I just though maybe you and the cheerleading coach would go together. You know cause they're also going alone and from what they told me, they never been to their winter formal before." Shrugging, the girl moves her sights from him back to the paper.

"They told you that?" Steve's answer is met with a hesitant nod from the girl. "I-I didn't know that." He breathes.

"At least they'll finally be able to go, right?" Again she shrugs, pulling a folder from her bag to put the paper away.

"Wait!" It comes out louder than he expected, cringing slightly at his volume. "Can I hold onto that and then had it in later?"

"Sure! I'll be back on Wednesday." A sunny smile shines at him, the white paper being passed back to him. "See you then, coach."

Waving him goodbye, Lauren shuts the door behind her where the cheerleaders wait for her. With a singular thumbs up, they begin to jump with joy only for a moment before moving on to phase two.

Phase #2: Destroy the band room

Now destruction of school property was not something any student was willing to get written up for, but with the help of an adult maybe they wouldn't have to.

Mr. Munson was the band instructor and drama teacher, as well as Steve Harrington's right hand man. Before he was an educator, Eddie Munson menaced these halls for many years. Before getting his act together and after he quit selling weed to the students in the woods, he worked as an apprentice for a while, following a plumber around for months while he went to college for education.

"Mr. Munson come on, don't you want to see your bestie finally get a happy ending?" Karissa Thomas batted her eyelashes at him as she begged for his help.

"I don't know guys, I could get into a lot of trouble." Rubbing his forehead, Eddie sighs as he weighs out his options in his head.

"Think of it this way, you can finally give principle Higgins the finger. At least metaphorically." Anthony Whitmer adds.

"Plus, we'll give you some of the profits." Mark, another band kid pleads from the group.

Eddie leans against his desk wide eyed, smirking slightly at his band students. Who knew they would be so devious.

"Fuck it, I'm in." The group before him shout in victory while Eddie laughs devilishly. Somethings never changes, he thinks.

So this morning when he arrived at school, Eddie made sure that no one was around when he began fucking with the pipes. After about twenty minutes and sore upper arms, he finally succeeds by springing a leak.

When he reported the leak to principle Higgins, he was met with a side eye before getting the approval of the gym slot after school, which meant you and your team would be forced to share with Harrington and his team until it got fixed.

Phase #3: Offer planning services to coach Harrington

Now to bring this whole plan together, cheer captains Dan Morrison and Amber Hall needed to be in the same place at the same time as Steve Harrington. The only problem was his office and where he usually occupied the most was the east wing of the school. The east wing was the closest to his office and it was the least traveled hallways out of the whole school.

That meant they needed to make it look like they were that way for a reason. Luckily for them, the art room was also in the east wing, so they would make it look like they were grabbing poster boards for last minute winter formal posters.

Lunch time was the best time to put this into motion, so the minute the 11:50 bell rang, Dan and Amber sprinted to the east wing in the hopes they would catch him.

After rummaging around for glitter, markers, and poster boards, the two waited at the door, peaking over the frame in the hopes to catch the older man. When the door of his office opened, the two seniors began to walk out of the room talking about random things to not make it look so obvious.

In the hopes of sparking a conversation with him, Amber dropped the container of markers causing colorful pens to fall all over the hard floor.

"Amber, I told you not to drop them!" Dan laughs, putting the white posters to the floor in order to pick up the rolling markers.

"You made me laugh!" The girl argues back, laughing loudly as she crouches to help.

"I didn't even do anything." He replies, making the girl laugh even harder at his comment.

The echo of Steve's heavy footsteps could be heard by both teenagers, but they ignore it so he wouldn't catch on.

"You guys cool?" Steve asks, crouching down to help pick up what fell.

"H-hi coach," Amber greets, catching her breath from her heavy laughter, "We're okay, Dan just made me drop these."

The boy in question huffs and rolls his eyes playfully, continuing his actions of gathering the rest of what's on the floor.

"So what are you guys doing with all this, anyway?" Steve asks, pushing off on his knees to stand.

"Oh, just last minute posters for the dance." Dan says nonchalantly as he gathers his pile of supplies.

"You're going, right?" The young girl asks and Steve responds with a small sigh, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Yeah I'll be there." Nodding his head, the man places his hands on his hips looking at the two kids in front of him.

"That's fun! Are you bringing a date?" Amber wiggles her eyebrows.

Shoving her playfully, Dan looks at her with a gasp. "Oh my gosh, Amber you can't just ask that. Sorry, coach." Doing his best to look sympathetic, Dan offers his best smile to the older man.

"It's okay, Dan," Steve places a hand out, looking at the brown haired boy, "Actually, I was wondering if you guys could help me with that."

"Sure!" The cheerleaders agree in unison.

"Let's talk about this in my office." Pointing a thumb to the end of the hall, spinning of the ball of his foot to lead the way.

Steve defiantly doesn't see how bright both of the teen's smiles are from where they walk behind him and he surely doesn't see them giving each other a high five.

Phase #4: Get you to go to the parking lot before practice

This phase was probably the hardest of them all. You were very keen on punctuality, always the first to be at the building to make sure everything was set up. Now that you'd be sharing the gym with the basketball team, you were more than likely to be there a whole lot earlier than usual.

Now this is where the most important players come in, Lauren Hernandez and Simon Carter. The two freshmen were bright stars at Hawkins High, the leading members of the mathletes and very trust worthy students.

When this whole plan started it was known that they'd need someone who was convincing to divert your attention, so the two meek students volunteered without a second thought. The amount of money they'd win if coach Harrington made the first move was way more important than credibility at this point.

When they spotted you coming through the outside gym door, the two kids began to put on their show. Rushing through the two gymnasium doors, Lauren and Simon pant acting as if they ran a mile.

"C-coah, we need-" Simon bends over, bracing his hands on his knees while breathing heavily, "We need your help!"

You immediately drop your bags, sprinting over to the two youths. Worry is written all over your face, eyes immediately checking for any visible injuries on them.

"I-is everything okay? What's wrong? Are you hurt?" Placing a hand on your chest, you wait for them to catch their breath.

"There's a fight outside. Max Newman and Devon Lewis are fighting in the parking lot." Lauren rushes out, eyes wide and glassy under the gym lights.

You're more than shocked at the news, the two boys have been great friends the whole time you've coached them. In a flash, you urge both kids to get coach Harrington from his office while you break up the fight.

What you don't know is neither Simon or Lauren have to get him, waiting until the slam of the heavy gym door both run after you to make sure they don't miss a single moment.

Rushing through the entrance doors, the cold winter chill instantly hits you but you don't pay too much attention to it when there isn't a fight happening.

When you walk outside, you see your team of cheerleaders lined up on both sides of the steps, a red rose in each hand. As you walk, they hand them to you, bright smiles on each of their faces when they do.

You can't speak with the amount of confusion that runs through your brain. Even though you want to ask them what all of this is about, you just let your feet carry you out into the parking lot.

You jump slightly when you hear Wildest Dreams being play, the only difference is the band kids stand off to the side with their instruments. Giggling slightly, you imagine Eddie Munson teaching his kids a Taylor Swift song but Bridgerton style.

With a bundle of roses in hand, you continue out into the snow covered parking lot. Under the street lights you see him standing with his hands in his pockets. Behind him stands some of the drama kids, holding big white posters. Taking a moment to read the blue and silver lettering, you gasp when it finally hits you.

F O R M A L ?

Tears prick your eyes and not just because of the cold winter wind. The thought and dedication that went into this must've taken so much (more than both of you even realize), you're heart beaming with the thought of Steve putting this together.

"So what do you say, coach? Will you do me the honors of being my date to the dance?" Steve's cheeks are red and his teeth glimmer under the florescent lights.

You can't help but let more tears fall, all of the pining and wishing finally coming true under the darken sky, right where the two of you first met. It feels too good too be true, a real life fairytale happening in real time.

"Of course I will." It comes out loud enough for only him to hear, the two of you looking at each other in adoration.

In a split moment, Steve's strong hands pull you in and wrap you in the tightest hug, something you dreamt of all this time. Even in the cold temperatures, his body heat, his touch holds the heat of a thousand suns.

The roaring cheer of all of those around you, besides the band who continue to play, fills the open air. You and Steve are so wrapped up in each other you don't even notice the flash of the camera, Andrew Johnson of the yearbook committee getting multiple shots of the whole thing.

Pulling back enough to look at one another, you smile brightly up at him. Steve looks so pretty like this, cherry nose, snow flurries collecting in his eyelashes and hair, and a smile so sweet it could rot your teeth.

"I can't believe you did all of this." You say with a laugh, shaking your head in amazement.

Chuckling slightly, he looks down bashfully at you. "Yeah well, I had some help." The two of your look all around the parking lot where multiple students stand, all from different clubs, groups, and social brackets beam and cheer for the two of you.

The two of you turn back to one another, gooey looks on both of your faces and love filling your eyes. "Who would've thought." You say breathlessly and he agrees.

"Can I kiss you?" It's breathless and hopeful when Steve says it, and you're answer is just as breathless.

Connecting his lips to yours felt like two puzzle pieces fitting together, it's feels like home, and it feels right. Like a snow globe, you and Steve are frozen for just a moment under the December snow.

I hope you all enjoy! Love you all <3

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#steve harrington smut #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington fic #steve harrington x you #steve harrington blurb #honey's birthday bash #honey's holiday celebrations

[luvkyu]

i want to be with you ( lee jeno )

jeno x male!reader

jeno struggles with his feelings toward one of his uni roommates.

content : 2k words, angst to some fluff, suggestive !!, university!au

"do you guys know where jeno is?"

donghyuck looked over at y/n from the sofa while shaking his head. chenle sat beside him, his eyes staying glued to the tv.

y/n sighed at his roommates and went back to his room. the pair were too indulged in their video game to have a care about where their fourth roommate was. jeno often disappeared from the dorm without a word, but after an intimate night with y/n, the latter expected maybe a note or text instead of waking up alone.

after moving into the dorm only a few months ago for the new year at their university, y/n's feelings for jeno started to grow steadily. and since they shared a small room, it was hard to avoid him. that is until things started unraveling between them. y/n felt like he hardly ever saw jeno anymore until the night time rolled around. they'd spent the last couple nights together closely, crossing the line from friends to.. something else.

y/n was cut from his thoughts as the bedroom door opened suddenly, entering jeno in all his glory. y/n felt his chest tense up at the sight of the male. he assumed jeno had a morning session at the gym, as he looked like he'd been sweating with his sleeveless top and faint odor following him.

y/n's heart slowly plummeted to his stomach with the realization that jeno's eyes were falling just about anywhere but him. he frowned and placed his hands behind his back to fidget with his fingers. jeno continued to rummage around in their closet, picking out a new outfit for the day.

"are you showering?" y/n inquired. his voice remained quiet with his nervousness.

"yeah."

y/n's brows furrowed at the answer. that's it? they spent the whole night together in bed, and that's all he gets in the morning?

"want company?" he asked again, trying to give jeno the chance to talk more.

jeno finally looked at him for a moment, the corner of his lips now twitched upwards. he tossed his chosen outfit over his shoulder and walked closer to y/n, their faces centimeters apart now.

"if the others weren't in the next room, i would. another time, okay babe?" he answered before departing again.

y/n nodded while swallowing the lump in his throat. he watched jeno open and close the door of their room again, disappearing behind it. he couldn't avoid the fact that any little thing jeno did made his heart thump against his chest, especially when jeno teased him. but this wasn't the first time the male had done something like this, basically blowing y/n off, and he was getting very tired.

the day passed faster than y/n realized, but even with what felt like a short day, he was exhausted. he just returned to his dorm from his last class and the only thing he wanted to do was get into bed. however, that wasn't very realistic. he had some studying to do and he needed to eat at least a snack for dinner.

after making a small sandwich, he brought it over with him to his desk and laid out all the study materials he needed. jeno's absence in their room did not go unnoticed either, but y/n paid it no mind as he was a bit upset with him anyways.

only fifteen minutes into working and y/n was already frustrated. his brain was tired and his body just wanted something soft to lay on. he tossed his pencil onto the desk and rubbed his face in anguish when a soft knock came from his door.

he knew it wouldn't be jeno, as he never knocked. at least not softly. it was his room too, after all.

y/n got up with a sigh and opened it to reveal his best friend, renjun. he felt like he'd just received a breath of fresh air at the sight of him and quickly hugged him before renjun could comprehend what was happening.

"are you okay?.." renjun asked in surprise.

y/n didn't answer, only hugging him tighter.

"i'll take that as a no?" renjun worried.

"no, i'm fine. just really needed a hug."

renjun pulled away and looked at him, easily seeing his heavy eyes and messy hair. he then saw y/n's study materials covering his desk.

"c'mon, let's go for a walk," he said as he grabbed his friend's hand. y/n looked at him in confusion.

"i have work to do, renjun.."

"take a break. you look like ass."

y/n rolled his eyes, though he knew the other probably wasn't wrong. he followed renjun out of his dorm and onto the streets of their campus. renjun decided not to say much as he knew his friend would speak up if he needed to. as much as he cared for y/n, he tried not to pester him unless it was for his own good.

y/n looked at his shoes as he walked, his mind overloading with thoughts.

"..i slept with jeno."

renjun's head instantly turned with wide eyes.

"you what?!"

y/n failed at hiding his smile and slightly pink cheeks, nodding.

"wait so," renjun began. "you mean you slept together, like you fucked?!"

y/n rolled his eyes, but continued to nod.

"holy shit!!" renjun bounced up and down in excitement. "i knew he liked you back! i knew it! so what now? are you dating?"

this is where y/n's smile fell. renjun gazed at his friend in confusion from his change in attitude.

"we, um.." y/n trailed off.

"you what?.."

y/n looked down again, a bit embarrassed.

"well, we aren't dating.. last night was really great. we talked and kinda ended up confessing and before we knew it, we were both in my bed. and then this morning, he was gone when i woke up. he only went to the gym, but i was a little disappointed that he didn't stay with me. and when he got back to the dorm, he didn't say much. i offered to join him in the shower, but he said no because donghyuck and chenle were in the common room unlike last night."

renjun processed the information before speaking up.

"i'm sorry but hasn't donghyuck like, shaken the walls with his partner?"

y/n snickered at the question.

"many times. i usually just leave or get my headphones. maybe jeno's just more private.. or maybe he's not come out to them," he suggested. renjun frowned while the pair sat themselves down on a bench.

"can i be honest?" renjun asked. y/n sighed and nodded. "well.. hasn't he done this kind of thing before? where things are good between you, and then he blows you off like it doesn't matter?"

"yeah.."

"so he's a jerk who's adding himself to my punch on sight list," renjun muttered, salt laced in his tone. "or i guess.. maybe he's not fully come to terms with his sexuality, like you said," he added annoyedly.

y/n looked down at his hands that were now enveloped in renjun's, which the latter connected in efforts to comfort him.

"..so maybe he's just being weird about liking boys?"

renjun nodded with a small frown.

"you should talk to him about it," renjun urged. y/n finally looked up to see his soft eyes. he nodded and smiled weakly.

"thanks, injunnie."

"anytime, bub," renjun comforted.

after a minute, they got up from the bench with their hands still connected. they began walking before renjun felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. he quickly took it out and checked his notifications, resulting in a meek smile turning on his lips.

"what?" y/n asked. renjun didn't answer for a second as he typed with one hand.

"..it's jaemin. do you mind if i..?"

y/n's eyes widened in realization and nodded quickly.

"oh, yes! go, go! have fun!" he beamed. renjun smiled as a thank you before the duo unlinked hands. "use protection!" y/n shouted after him. renjun turned back for a moment to give him a thumbs up before continuing to speed off.

y/n stood for a minute to look after his friend. he was glad to see him so happy.

"hey."

y/n jumped at the voice that was suddenly behind him. he turned with a hand over his heart to see his roommate.

"fuck, jeno!" he said, exasperated. he caught his breath while jeno just smirked at him.

"you could be moaning that instead, y'know," jeno reminded him. y/n looked up at his sly smile, unaffected. usually a line like that would've sent fireworks off in his stomach, but he was too angry right now.

"i could be, but i'm not," he responded dryly. jeno's grin dropped as he watched y/n walk past him in the direction of their dorm.

"so, are you and renjun a thing now?" jeno questioned while catching up to him. y/n scoffed.

"no?"

"but you were holding hands."

"so? best friends can hold hands," y/n shot back as he paused to stop and look at jeno directly. "especially when one of them is upset about something and needs some comfort."

jeno's brows furrowed.

"you're upset? with me?" he asked again. y/n rolled his eyes.

"do you not expect me to be upset when one minute i think you like me, and the next you barely say a word to me?"

jeno's heart stung from y/n's raised voice. he looked around for a second, barely meeting the other students' gazes on the small scene they'd made.

"i'm sorry.. i'm not the best at.. this, yet." he apologized, his voice quiet. y/n's face softened.

"i can understand that, really. but honestly, i don't have the emotional energy to sit around and wait for you to be ready to be with me. i like you a lot, but i can't be the person waiting for your attention in the shadows."

jeno looked down and nodded, feeling a small urge to cry. y/n sighed and raked a hand through his hair.

"c'mon.. let's go back to the dorms. i'm exhausted," he said as he continued walking now. jeno could feel a couple people still staring at them, but tried to ignore it.

"y/n, i.." jeno paused, then sighed. "you're right. i'm sorry i treated you that way.. i really, genuinely want to be with you."

y/n didn't know what to do. he wanted to believe him, but how was he supposed to know that jeno wouldn't neglect him later in front of his friends or their roommates?

"you'd really want to be with me even in front of all these people on campus right now?" y/n asked. jeno looked around again silently, making y/n continue to walk away.

jeno followed suit after a moment, still in deep thought. his eyes landed on y/n's hands as they swayed back and forth with his strides. he decided to walk faster until he was beside the male and gently slip his hand into y/n's grasp.

y/n's head turned quickly to his crush, who smiled.

"i want to be with you. right now. even in front of all these people. in front of anyone," jeno reiterated, his voice more confident. a small blush stained over y/n's cheeks.

"alright.. but i'm holding you to that. if you blow me off again i'll punch you," y/n replied, intertwining their fingers now.

"..but what if i like blowing you?" jeno asked, stifling a small laugh. y/n sighed and gently swat at his shoulder.

"shut up."

jeno finally laughed at y/n's response, squeezing his hand before they continued walking back to their dorm together.

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[gingiesworld]

Hi :)

can you do a ballet dancer wanda or Lizzie X drug addict (doesn't have to be drug addict) male or G!P reader. I don't really know what it can be about but can you do with smut and wanda/Lizzie is very flexible because she is a ballet dancer

Here Comes The Regular

Ballet Dancer Wanda Maximoff x Addict GN! Reader

Warnings: ED. Smut. Drugs. Alcohol. Amab! Reader

18+ MINORS DNI

Wanda and Y/N both met at a college party, Wanda was dragged along by her best friend and fellow dancer, Natasha Romanoff. Just straight after finding out her ex boyfriend had been cheating on her with one of the girls from the cheer squad.

"This will be good." Nat told her with a smile. "Get you back out there."

"I don't want to get back out their Nat." Wanda told her as they made their way inside the house. "I just want to go home."

"Come on Wanda." Nat pleaded with her as she dragged her through before one of the guys took Natasha away to dance, leaving Wanda to find the kitchen as she grabbed a soda.

"Not your type of scene." A voice spoke up from beside her.

"No." She whispered as she shook her head. "My best friend dragged me here."

"Come on." They told her as they grabbed her hand, leading her towards their bedroom. As they let her in, she looked through their records until she found one. "You like The Replacements?" They asked her.

"I do." She nodded shyly as Y/N took the vinyl from her hands and placed it on the turn table. The two smiled as Here Comes The Regular started to play through the speakers, drowning out the party downstairs. "I used to listen to this record when my dad was alive." She admitted as she sat on their bed, Y/N being respectful and sat crossed legged on the floor.

"He has great taste." Y/N stated as they took a sip of their soda.

"He did." Wanda nodded with a smile. That was how that song became theirs. The only time it was ever played was in intimate moments between the two, the moment the two had their first time, the moment they confessed their love for one another. Their first dance at their own wedding. The song held a huge place in their hearts.

But as the years went on, the two started to lose sight of the other. Wanda had become more and more self concious due to her career in the ballet as Y/N had started with drugs at corporate events. Being pressured by their superiors to try a line and only starting the beginning of a journey downhill.

At one of the events, Y/N had took Wanda as their plus one. Disappearing to the bathroom every now and then to have a line as Wanda threw back glass of wine after glass.

Once the two had returned home, they were a mess of limbs as Wanda led them to their shared room. It wasn't until the two were naked and Y/N truly saw Wanda naked for the first time in months, tears welled up in their eyes as they moved away, suddenly sober at the sight of their wife.

"I can't." They whispered as they moved towards the bathroom, soon throwing up everything in their system before leaning back against the wall. Wondering how they never really noticed Wanda's state.

The next morning, Wanda woke to an empty bed, scrambling to get dressed when she noticed that she was naked. It was that moment that Y/N had walked in, a small bag of white powder in their hands.

"We need to talk." They told her as she covered herself. "We both have problems and we need to address them."

"I don't." Wanda spoke weakly as Y/N shook their head.

"Wanda, last night we were about to have sex for the first time in months. Those months you wouldn't even let me hold you." They told her. "All the while you were fading away, I was getting high. I'll admit that I have a problem because I can't really go a day without a line but I would it for you if you got the help you need too."

"But our careers." She whispered. "I need to be thin for my career."

"Not that thin Wanda." They told her. "You were perfect before you done this to yourself." They walked towards the vanity and picked up a picture of the two of them before they were married. "Look here, tell what you see is wrong here because I don't see a damn thing wrong." Wanda could only cry as she hugged the blanket closer to herself as Y/N sat on the bed, taking her hand in their own. "I love you Wanda, I really do and I just don't want to see you hurt yourself."

"I'm sorry." She whispered as Y/N gazed at her tenderly.

"Why did you do this?" They questioned as they gave her hand a gentle squeeze. "You can tell me."

"The last choreographer." She sniffled as Y/N listened, anger slowly building inside of them. "He said that I needed to lose a few and that I was borderline fat."

"You were never fat Wanda." They told her as they wiped her tears. "I should have spent every day telling you how beautiful you are. I should have noticed that something had changed but I was too busy getting high."

"Why?" Wanda asked them as they chuckled dryly. "Why did you start?"

"I guess it was peer pressure." They told her as they looked at the small bag. "I thought that maybe one try wouldn't be too bad but then I had another, then another and that just started the need for it everyday." They looked back at Wanda, guilt in their eyes. "Maybe if I wasn't so fucking spineless, I would have noticed that you had been struggling and I can't apologise enough."

Wanda got on her knees, completely revealing herself as she cupped their face. Soon enough retreating as she noticed Y/N's guilt ridden stare as they looked at her body.

"This isn't on you." She whispered weakly, coverling herself again.

"I think we both need help." Y/N told her as they got to their feet, sitting down at their computer. "I just, we owe it to ourselves to get help." She watched as they looked over for different rehabilitation centres. "Maybe if you aren't comfortable about rehab, maybe have Nat or your mom stay here with you and see a therapist." They suggested as she took a shakey breath.

"What about you?" She asked them as they looked at the small bag.

"I can maybe go to one of these centres, depending if we can afford it." They sighed as Wanda shook her head.

"I don't need a therapist." She tried as Y/N shook their head no. Reaching for their phone.

"You do." They told her. "I want you to get better Wanda, you're too important to me to let you disregard yourself. Besides, I can ask Bucky, he went through the same thing. He can help me." They picked up the bag and headed towards the bathroom, dropping it in the toilet before flushing it. "I am going to tell Norman I need an emergency sebatical."

"Well, I haven't got work just yet." Wanda whispered as Y/N got her some clothes.

"I'll call everyone and set up the guest room for your mom." They told her as they left the room, leaving Wanda the privacy to get dressed. Once Wanda was ready, she headed towards the guest room to start on the room. "Your mom and Nat are on their way." They informed her. "I am going to pack a bag before I head over to Bucky's."

"What does this mean for us?" Wanda asked them, fear in her eyes.

"It just means that we are going to get better." Y/N told her with a smile, Wanda finally noticed the change in their features due to the drugs. "And when we are back to our old selves, I will be coming home." They kissed her lips softly before pulling her into their embrace. "I love you Wanda. So much." With that they left the room to pack a bag. They waited for Nat to arrive before they left, Wanda watched as they drove away with her arms wrapped around herself.

"Come on Wan." Nat wrapped her arm around her and led her back inside. "Y/N has left numbers for the best therapists in town." Nat told her softly.

"We have to go no contact right?" Wanda questioned as Nat gave her a sad smile.

"Yes, going no contact is completely practical for your recovery Wanda." She reasoned. "But you have myself and your mom is flying in." Wanda just looked at one of their wedding photos on the wall as Nat's voice turned into white noise.

As the weeks went on, Wanda had therapy three times a week. Also she had done weekly weigh ins to monitor her progress, all the while she worried about Y/N. Knowing they've decided to go cold turkey so they could afford the help for her.

"What?" Nat whispered on the phone.

"I've had to strap them down." Bucky informed her. "It's getting through the harder part right now so they will say or do anything for a hit."

"What did they do?" Nat questioned.

"Well, they tried to hit me with a lamp so I had to tackle them." He told her. "They have had to have stitches on the cheek because the bulb smashed. I asked Bruce to come and help. He gave them a sedative."

"What do I tell Wanda?" She questioned.

"Just tell her that they are getting better." He told her. "Just don't tell her anything that may set her back. Y/N would kill me if Wanda had a set back because of them."

With that, Wanda's recovery was going extremely well, all the while Y/N struggled. Especially after they had been let go from Oscorp.

Wanda remained going to therapy after making a full recovery, even her mom went back home as Nat remained in the guest room. Not wanting to leave Wanda alone as Y/N was still recovering.

It was a few months once Y/N was ready to leave, the cravings had completely gone and they had started to look more and more like themself. They stood outside their front door, their bag in hand as they took a nervous breath. Although their wife is inside, they were nervous because of it being months since they had seen each other.

"Y/N?" Wanda gasped as she started down the stairs, they closed the door and dropped their bag in time to catch her. Tears coming down both of their faces as they kissed for the first time in months.

"I missed you so much Wanda." They told her honestly. She smiled before kissing them once more, this time with such intensity and hunger.

"I missed you." She whispered as she pulled them upstairs towards their shared room. She kissed them harder once the bedroom door was closed, starting on removing Y/N's clothes as their tongues danced hungrily. Y/N's hands cupped her ass, pushing her hips into their hardening cock, making her sigh as she pushed their shirt from their shoulders.

The two made quick work of each others clothes before Y/N lay Wanda down on the bed, hovering over her as they gazed lovingly at the woman before them. Seeing how she has come along, now seeing the woman they had always loved regardless.

"You are breathtakingly beautiful." They whispered as they caressed her cheek. Wanda pulled them down to her lips, kissing with such fire igniting passion as their bodies molded together.

The room was full of sighs, moans and groans as the two made love. Their fingers intertwined as Y/N thrusted their hips, hitting her g spot as they shifted angles. Wanda let out a gutteral moan at the feeling. The knot in her stomach getting impossibly tighter as she soon came over the edge. Moaning Y/N's name and scratching down their back as she spasmed beneath them, causing their own orgasm to take over.

The two soon lay together, naked as Y/N held Wanda in their arms. Taking in the closeness that they have craved the passed few months. Talking about everything the two had missed from the others life.

"I am so proud of you Wanda." They told her, gazing into her green eyes. "You've overcome so much and you truly are amazing."

"Don't forget about yourself." She told them. "You have no idea how you helped me through it."

"No." They shook their head. "It was all you." She watched as they got out of bed, heading over to the records and getting out the very album they had listened to when they first met. "It's only fitting that we listen to it when we have both overcome so much." Wanda beamed as she stood up, wrapping her arms around their neck as they held her hips. The two singing the lyrics to Here Comes The Regular with loving eyes. Remembering the moment they both had impatiently waited for.

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[somekindofpoet]

Like A Movie Part VII

Summary: The moment we've all been waiting for!

Word Count: 3.5K

A/N: Okay so if you guys are on my AO3 you know I'm a smut writing dog. I can't do it for this one, writing about a real person feels like a line I wont cross. But if you like fluff, consider this chapter cotton fucking candy. Remember as you read it these two fools have been dancing around their feelings for a few months now...

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI

“Do you want to get out of here?”

“Abso-fucking-lutley.”

Jenna practically drags you through afterparty venue, weaving through crowds and waving off people who try to call her over. She’s a woman on a mission and you’re her cargo. You try with all your might to keep the awestruck, goofy smile off your face, but you fail miserably. You are struggling to keep up with her, your arm completely outstretched as she pulls you through, stumbling behind her. How she’s able to move so quickly in her heels is an outright mystery to you. 

When you finally break out into the open air of the night, she takes her phone out, calling her driver. He’s there in less than a minute. The party inside is still raging on so there are no other cars waiting to pick anyone up. She opens the door for you, not waiting for the driver to get out and do it, and you climb in making room for her next to you. 

“Wow, chivalry isn’t de-“

Your joke is quickly cut off by her lips. The moment the door shuts she grabs your collar and pulls you in, all earlier hesitance gone. For a moment you’re so shocked you just let her kiss you, but when a sigh leaves the back of her throat you’re spurred into action. What started as an innocent kiss in the hallway has quickly turned into a full blown make out session in the back of her town car. You feel like a teenager, all elbows and knees trying to impress the homecoming queen.

Her driver pretends not to notice. You silently remind yourself to thank him sometime in the future, maybe send him flowers for allowing this to happen without fanfare. When he turns off the side street, rolling into early LA night traffic, Jenna breaks away from you to speak to him.

“West Hollywood. Take us to the apartment.”

He nods and doesn’t reply, turning up the Vivaldi song he had been listening to. 

“Wait we’re going to my house?”

She’s still practically in your lap, her arms around your neck and her face inches from yours. It makes your brain foggy. 

“Is that okay?”

“Oh yeah of course, I just figured you’d want to change. And that yours is probably nicer than mine.”

She leans back to look at you while she talks to you and you’re kicking yourself for not shutting your damn mouth and going back to kissing her. You fight to focus on her words as you watch her lips move. They’re slightly swollen now, her lipstick lighter than it was in the beginning of the night. You probably have half of it on your mouth now. Your stomach flips pleasantly. 

“I like your apartment. And your clothes.”

You curse yourself because as much as you want to go back to running your tongue over her teeth you can’t resist banter. 

“Oh you think because I let you kiss me you can just take my clothes now?”

“You let me kiss you?” She leans back further, ready to tease you.

There are two streets you can go down at this crossroads. You can play into this, and inevitably lose. Or you can grovel and beg her to kiss you again. And again. And again. We’ve established that you’re stubborn right? And an idiot?

“That’s right. I have blessed you with these sweet lips on this night, and you should be grateful.”

Her eyebrows rise so high you’re slightly afraid she’s going to crush you. Instead she turns to her driver.

“You hear that Phil? Sweet lips here wants to be dropped off and you can take me to my house after.”

“No no no no Phil, no don’t do that let’s not be rash here.” 

Jenna smirks at you, she’s won, you’ve lost. It WAS inevitable. Instead of continuing your stupidity you do the smartest thing you’ve done in a long time. You gently grab her by the back of the neck, your fingertips in her hair, and pull her back to your lips. The car ride is far too short, the sight of your parking lot stopping hands from wandering too far. 

When Phil puts the car in park you’re flying out of the back seat, rushing around to Jenna’s side to open her door. You feel accomplished and Phil shakes his head at you, a smirk on his face. She exits gracefully, hiking her dress up and making her way to the stairs. 

You lean down in the open car door and quietly tell Phil, “You’re an angel. I owe you big time buddy.” 

He coughs out a quiet laugh, “You better get up there kid, I wouldn’t keep her waiting.”

You don’t need to be told twice. You’re slamming the door shut and sprinting up the stairs, skidding around the hand rail and toward your door as Jenna arrives at it. Your hands shake when you try to put the key in, your fingers fumbling around the key ring. You feel a hand at the small of your back, and Jenna lightly leans into you.

“I’m not going anywhere, slow down.” She tells you. 

You take a deep breath. She’s still there. The key slides into the lock and you push the door open, sighing in relief. As soon as you’re across the threshold she’s pushing you against the door, closing it with your back. You almost blurt out a smart aleck remark about her rushing after just telling you to slow down, but you’ve already learned there’s no winning in those scenarios. Plus her lips are on yours again and her hands are pulling on your bow tie, working on the knot. 

You’re impressed when it falls loose, and the top few buttons of your shirt are undone, all without breaking your lips apart. She takes a break from your shirt and reaches her arms around your neck, pulling you down to her to deepen the kiss, her tongue skating across your lips. Your heart is racing now, you’re slightly afraid you may be going into cardiac arrest. 

Imagine the headline. WRITER HAS HEART ATTACK JUST BEFORE GETTING LAID BY ACTRESS JENNA ORTEGA. The thought makes you laugh through your nose, making Jenna pull back. She looks up at you with a confused smile on her face. 

“Sorry, I was just imagining what the headlines would say if I had a heart attack right now.” You tell her, nearly breathless. 

She snorts and lets go of your neck taking a step backward to lean on the wall and pull her heels off. Her laughter grows as she’s doing it and you’re not sure if you’re proud of yourself for making her laugh this hard or if you should be embarrassed. You kick your shoes off while she struggles with the second shoe, off balance and still giggling. 

You shed your suit coat and throw it over the half wall in your entry way just as she escapes her shoe. When she turns back to you, you feel a sudden surge of confidence and step to her, leaning down to kiss her again. She’s much shorter now, so you’re getting used to the difference without her heels. Her hands loop back around your neck and you decide, fuck it. You lift her onto your hips, her dress riding up as she wraps her legs around your waist. Your hands are on the backs of her thighs as you carry her down the hall to your bedroom, kicking the door shut behind you.

———

A beam of sunlight filtering through your curtains draws you slowly out of your sleep. It makes its way up your bed and over your eyes as the sun rises, little particles dancing around it like glitter. You smile sleepily, remembering the best dream you’d ever had. It felt so real. Almost like…

You jolt completely awake, your eyes flying open. You stay as still as you can, listening for movement. You can’t quite tell yet if what happened was a dream or if it was real. But the other side of your bed behind you is warmer than usual, and there’s a soft stinging on the skin of your back. 

Very carefully, you turn your head as far as it will go, slowly shifting your body over until you can see the top of her shoulder. Thick brown hair spills over her neck and face, her breathing steady and her eyes closed. You turn back, your eyes wide. It wasn’t a dream. Jenna is in your bed. She’s in one of your giant tshirts and if you remember correctly, nothing else. You lie there for a minute, trying to gather yourself. A huge smile steadily spreads across your face, and you squeeze your eyes closed, fighting the urge to kick and scream in joy. 

Jenna sighs heavily in her sleep, her arm moving to wrap around your waist. You can’t contain yourself any longer. You roll over slowly, trying not to wake her. She looks  peaceful, her features relaxed and her makeup washed away. You remember watching her in your bathroom from your bed last night, scrubbing her face clean, her freckles making their full appearance. 

If she opened her eyes at that moment you’d probably scare the hell out of her, grinning like a maniac, taking in her sleeping form. With that thought in mind you soften your smile, it won’t go away completely but at least now if she woke up you wouldn’t look like a psychopath. 

The beam of light that so graciously woke you up is crawling over your shoulder and making its way onto her face. She shifts, the light beginning to wake her up too. You run your fingers up her arm and down her side to rest on her hip. She smiles with her eyes still closed. A brilliant idea overcomes you.

“What are your thoughts on breakfast?” You ask her, your voice scratchy. 

She cracks open one eye, her smile firmly affixed to her face. “You want like a thesis or?”

She makes you laugh. The first words out of her mouth are sarcasm. Her sleepy voice sends you into mental cartwheels. You have half a mind to stay in bed with her until some apocalyptic event forces you to get up, but you figure, or hope, there will be plenty of time in bed in your future. Especially once she tastes your pancakes. You kiss her on her nose and she wrinkles it, closing her eyes again.

“You’ll be writing scientific essays on breakfast once you have my pancakes. That’s a promise.” You say as you roll out from under her arm and walk around your bed to your bathroom. 

She rolls over to watch you as you brush your teeth. You dig around the cabinet under your sink with your toothbrush hanging from your mouth and come up with an extra toothbrush in its package. You hold it up showing her, and set it down on the counter. She nods once and continues to watch as you spit into the sink, then tie your hair up. 

You go to leave the bedroom but think twice and head back to the bed, leaning onto it and kissing her. She licks her lips when you pull back and you make your exit. When you get to the kitchen you slide on the tile in your socks, your arms above your head. You take a second to do a little victory dance, and then tell your speaker to put on Labrinth radio. 

You pull bowls and pans out, dancing around your kitchen as you start cooking. Two coffee mugs sit on your counter as the espresso machine steams. You’re so busy focusing on flipping pancakes you don’t notice Jenna leaning in the archway, watching you.  Sexy MF comes on and you’re really in the groove, sliding between the stove and the bowl of pancake pix on the counter singing and dancing. 

When she starts laughing at your dance moves you pivot around, spatula in one hand. You don’t skip a beat and dance over to her singing the words to her, pointing at her with your spatula. 

“God made a master piece, you’re in a league all byyyyy yourseeeelf” you sing, wrapping an arm around her waist and kissing her cheek.

She shakes her head at you still laughing and sits down at her usual spot at the table when you spin away back to the stove. You dance over to grab her coffee and set it in front of her. Pancakes are transferred from the pan onto plates as the song ends, and you tell the speaker to lower the volume. You grab syrup from your pantry and put it in the middle of the table, then the plates. Finally you sit down with your coffee.

“Now I know you kinda like me, but after you try these,” you point at her plate, “you’re gonna keep me around just for the pancakes.”

She scoffs and pours syrup over her plate. She takes a bite and closes her eyes, a moan slipping through her lips. “You know what, I doubted you. But oh my god what did you put in these?”

She takes another bite and moans again. You chew your food, a proud smile on your face.

“Now I can’t go giving away secret recipes. Then what would you need me for?”

Her eyes glint mischievously, “I can think of a few other things.”

You cough, nearly choking on your food. Her expression is smug and victorious. You go about finishing your breakfast and coffee, easy conversation bouncing back and forth across the table. The familiarity of it all is comforting to you. Your friendship hasn’t changed, except in one major way. You still joke with her and she taunts you and you both laugh and smile at each other. 

Once the food is gone and the dishes are washed you lean against the counter finishing your coffee. She’s at the table texting someone and you take the moment just to watch her. She’s relaxed, and comfortable and it makes you feel lightheaded. She sets her phone down and looks up at you.

“So what’s your plan for this beautiful Sunday?” You ask her, jerking your head toward the window, the sun shining high in the sky.

She shrugs, “I don’t usually do anything the day after an event. I’ll probably go see my parents later.”

You nod, “Do you want to watch a movie with me? Before you go?” 

Your voice is so transparently hopeful you might be sick at yourself. You sleep with a girl one time and now you don’t want to let her leave. But it’s always been that way, even before you knew you could kiss her and before she left pink welts down your spine. You may as well be labeled an addict, the way you crave her company.

“We can watch a few, unless you have plans.” She replies.

You try to play it cool, like that wasn’t a million dollar answer. “No plans. Though I do need to get my car from Olivia’s house at some point.” You say, turning to look outside at your parking lot like the Mustang might have magically reappeared.

“Phil can drop you off on the way to my house, if you want.”

“Speaking of, when do I get to see your place?” You realize as soon as you say it that it might be a weird request, but before you can stammer and apologize shes already answering you.

“Come over tomorrow, I’ll make you dinner.”

“Ooooh wine and dine, you flatter me.”

She smiles, “I figure I should repay you for the pancakes and the umm, other things.” She blushes and looks down at her hands on the table.

“Yeah we didn’t take the traditional talk, date, sex route did we?” You say, trying to make her blush harder. You succeed, the pink rises up her neck and over her cheeks. 

She looks back up at you, “I don’t regret it. Though I do wish you would have figured it out sooner, I was dropping hints about as subtle as a sledgehammer.”

You give her an incredulous look, “You were not.”

Disbelief flashes over her face, “I absolutely was! I told you you were cute, I was over here at least three times a week, and I thought for sure you were going to kiss me at the farmhouse.”

“Okay first of all, you’re nice to everyone, like, all the time. I thought you were just being nice to me. And I was going to kiss you at the farmhouse, until your agent so rudely interrupted me.”

“Okay ‘Casanova,’” she air quotes, “I still had to make the first move.” She stands from her chair, crossing her arms in defiance. 

You frown and smile at the same time, you know she’s right. You would have never had the guts. Or maybe you would have, eventually, but it would have taken you concrete evidence of attraction on her end, a signed witness statement and a kick in the ass. Instead of admitting that, you stride over to her and sweep her up, carrying her bridal style and walking into the living room. 

You drop her onto the couch and sit in front of her in the curve of her body. You grab the remote and turn the tv on, leaning your weight back onto her ribs.

She grunts, squirming under you, “You know that approach is not going to win every argument we have.”

“We’ll see.” You say, flipping through your watchlist. “Scary movie, or funny movie?”

She finally frees herself from you and slides around to the curve of the couch, it’s her favorite spot. She pulls the throw blanket she likes best off the back and opens it up, laying it across her lap. 

“Scary movie. Not one of mine, I can’t do that.”

You sigh, your curser hovering over X. “Fine, but you do realize you’re in just about everything these days right?”

“Not an option y/n. Let’s watch The Witch.”

“Excellent choice.” You say searching for the title. 

The movie starts and you lay your head in her lap, foregoing the pillows on the couch. She runs her fingers through your hair, braiding pieces absently as the movie plays. 

———

The car ride to Olivia’s house is a short twenty minutes, and you spend it kissing Jenna as often as possible. At this rate you’re going to owe Phil chocolates and a Valentine’s Day card for putting up with the two of you. When he parks the car next to yours, you give Jenna another kiss before opening the door.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” you tell her, then turn to Phil and reach forward to pat him on the shoulder, “Love you big guy, hope she doesn’t drive you into the ground.” 

You laugh at your own joke making Jenna roll her eyes at you and push you out of the car. Phil smiles at you in the rear view mirror. He likes you, you’ve won him over.

You stand in the parking lot and watch them drive away, waiting for the car to disappear around the corner before pulling out your keys.

“Well well well, if it isn’t Casanova.” A voice above your head chimes.

You crane your neck back to the balcony above you, Olivia is there leaning over the railing, a cigarette in her fingers.

“In the flesh.” You say, opening your arms out wide.

“Get your ass up here and tell me everything” She yells down at you.

You make your way up the stairs to her apartment, her front door already open for you. When you step inside, she’s back on the porch waving you over. You skip through her living room and out onto the small porch, throwing yourself into one of her deck chairs.

“Oh you got lucky didn’t you!” She cries out, laughing.

You take your vape out of your pocket and slide your sunglasses on top of your head, no longer needing them as the sun sets behind the building. “A lady never kisses and tells.”

She snorts, kicking your shin lightly, “I saved your ass last night, you will be telling me everything.”

“You did NOT save my ass, you almost COST me my ass!”

“Please!” She jeers, “You were floundering in that hallway. I took her date, saved your ass AND set you up for the spike. I’m just happy you finally did it.”

You want to argue with her further but you know she’s right. “Okay, maybe you saved my ass. And I can’t even take credit for the spike. Jenna-“

“Noooo she made the first move? Oh my god you useless lesbian.”

“Hey!”

“I say it with love.”

“Well… you’re a mean bisexual.” You pout.

“I mean, if the shoe fits.” She drags her cigarette and then puts it out in an ashtray. 

“The useless lesbian and the mean bisexual. I think that’ll be the title of my next screenplay.” 

“I’m going to have more nicknames for you than any human I’ve ever met, you make it so easy. I think I’ll stick with Casanova, but know in my heart, you’ll always be useless lesbian.”

“I’m touched,” you say, your hand over your heart.

“Come on, let’s go get some terrible fast food and you can tell me everything.”

You stand up, flipping your keys around your finger into your palm. “Lead the way, mean bisexual.”

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Dazai X Odasaku!Sister "Timeless" P1

Hello! I've been writing for awhile but this is the first time writing bsd. I gave Oda's sister a name but I'll do a version with y/n if that's more your speed. Synopsis: After Odasaku's death Dazai searches for a way to fulfill his last request but doesn't know where to start. That is until he meets Odasaku's mysterious little sister. Warnings: Usual bsd warnings. Murder, talks of death and suicide, Dazai being a sociopath. Part 1/3

Osamu Dazai was not a good man. 

In fact, it would be absurd to even call him an average man. No, it seemed the fifteen year old boy knew just what kind of evil laid in every single cell of his body. It had always been that way, corrupting him for his entire life and there was no stopping it. 

So the mafia executive had just accepted it, falling in line as the youngest person to ever command a fleet with absolutely no mercy. That’s just the way things were, and there was no changing them. Although, it wasn’t like the boy wanted change either. 

The chaos, the destruction, the death, it was all he had known. 

Hearing his newest victim's scream seemingly brought him out of his own philosophical thought though, causing the boy to lower his eyes and focus back in on the chained man in front of him. 

Quite honestly, he had forgotten what the guy was being captured and tortured for but Dazai hardly cared, knowing his orders were only to silence him permanently. 

Blood began to pour down the victim's face then, watching as the teenage boy reached for the gun on his belt only for the guy to start to scream and shout in his face. “Think about what you're doing, boy! If you kill me you’re going to regret it.” 

Dazai only turned his head though, a crazed look in his eye as he cocked the ammunition. “You should have thought about that before double crossing the port mafia.” 

Taking a step forward, the boy then pointed the barrel towards the man only for his anger to turn into pure fear, his cries turning into silence as he fully looked in the eyes of his executioner. 

And what he saw was absolutely nothing, just a soulless boy with no remorse for his actions in the slightest. “Your eyes hold no feeling, Someday that will be your downfall, someday you will regret the blood you spill so easily.” 

For a moment, the bandaged boy paused, curiosity taking up his features as he spoke through the darkness. “And why is that?” 

The prisoner then pulled against his chains, lunging for the kid to no avail as his face contorted in insanity in order for him to reply. “Because one day, there won't be a stranger on the other side of that gun. What will you do then?”

Before he could finish, Dazai’s finger pulled the trigger, piercing the enemy five times straight as his lips curled into a bloodthirsty and terrifying smile. 

And in his head, the boy replied to his outrages question as the blood began to soak his feet silently. The same thing I always do, because I don't see anyone but strangers. 

The man's lifeless body slumped against the chains a moment later as Dazai let off ten more shots into his cold dead muscles as he twitched at the impact. The move was inhumane and psychotic but that was always Dazai’s way of doing things. 

He didn’t become a port mafia executive without spilling blood after all. 

After a moment, the barrel of his gun clicked him back to reality, all the bullets emptied in order for the boy to simply put the weapon back onto his belt and leave the room in silence.  

He felt no remorse for the stranger, or for the brutal way he had ended his life. He never did. Everything had become such second nature to him over time. 

Well, there was one person that knew him better than the rest. He was the person that he trusted over all else, almost like a family he never had. The words were still heavy on his mind even now.

Oda Sakunosuke

And whether Dazai liked it or not, he knew that Odasaku was the only one that kept him from going over the deep end into insanity. He kept the fifteen year old boy together and kept him human. 

But now he was dead, so there was no one left to hold back the darkness. 

So instead Dazai allowed it to fully swallow him whole. 

Just then, his phone began to ring inside his pocket before the boy finally put his gun away and answered the call with a low murmur. “Mori, what do I owe the pleasure?” 

HIs boss’s voice was immediate, echoing through the darkness. “Ah Dazai, how’s my favorite executive doing? What’s the report?” 

Staring at the unmoving body, Dazai then sighed to himself before turning away from the sight in order to scrape some of his blood off his shoes. “The target has been eliminated just like you asked.” 

Mori only hummed at that, satisfied with the report. “Very good. Just as expected from the famous demon prodigy. I thought you could use a job after everything that’s happened. You know, to clear your mind from Odasaku’s tragic death last week.” 

At the sound of Oda’s name, the boy couldn’t help but tighten his hold on the phone as unwanted memories flooded into him without permission. 

Because try as he may, Dazai couldn’t help but continue to hear his dear friend's words in the back of his head. Oda told him to become a good man but that was easier said than done. And though he wanted to fulfill his last wish, the boy had no idea what the mere concept of good was. 

For you see, his blood was port mafia black through and through whether he liked it or not. It wasn’t a light switch he could flick in his mind. No, Dazai knew that he had been permanently tainted since he was a child, and there was no reversing that. 

He was no longer a fifteen year old kid but rather the demon prodigy. 

And demons couldn’t be cleansed into angels. They just couldn’t. 

But because of that, the boy felt a gnawing guilt at the bottom of his stomach at all times of the day. It’s like it was punishing him for ignoring his old friend's request. But quite honestly, he knew he deserved it.

Oda was wrong after all, he couldn’t become a good person. 

He didn’t even know what good was.

Dazai then felt his mind snap back into place just as he heard Mori finish one of his usual rambles as the boy narrowed his eyes. The boss totally brought up Odasaku because he knew it would garner a reaction from him. 

But he wasn’t going to allow that. No, he was too prideful to show his flaws.

Because of that, the boy then forced a smile to his lips before speaking plainly. “Is there anything else you need from me, boss?” 

The title came out slightly demeaning, Dazai using the term boss with a twinge of mocking vigor to get under his skin. The boy loved to do that, walking the fine line between respect and disrespect. 

“Not partially. I just wanted to see how you were doing. He was your friend after all.” Mori’s sharp dark laugher filled up the space as the boy physically flinched at the world friend. 

But once again, Dazai refused to give him satisfaction, the boy simply smiling to myself before turning his head to the side in reply. “I’m great. Thanks.”

Then Dazai simply hung up the phone, the empty space echoing with a long dial tone as he dropped his bandaged arm down to his side as the sunken dead look in his eyes stared at the empty walls for what seemed like forever. 

He wanted to see how he was doing?

Of course he wasn’t doing okay.

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Dazai had tried to go back to his room at the port mafia but the longer the night got, the more his tired anxious eyes refused to shut. And when they did, he saw Odasaku’s life slip from his fingers, just like it had a week ago. 

The boy cursed Mori for bringing up such fragile memories so casually, his body tossing and turning with a groan before finally giving up in order to wander the night streets aimlessly as the cold winter air hit his face. 

Although he said that though, the boy quickly found himself wandering into a very familiar place, his hands reaching into his pocket in order to pull out a small silver key and push it into the lock. 

The door swung open sadly, allowing the kid to step inside before finally feeling the weight of reality crash down all around him. This was Oda’s place, the apartment where Dazai had found himself many times over the years whenever the mafia felt a little too suffocating. 

It was also the place they would go sometimes after having a few too many drinks at  Bar Lupin.

Glancing over to the empty living room he pictured a memory of the past as he imagined the ghostly silhouettes of himself, Ango and Oda as they drank around the table and laughed as the men showed him some new card game. 

And as cold as Dazai’s heart was now, he missed those times. Why did he take such a thing for granted? Why didn’t he cherish those nights more? He could never get them back no matter how hard he tried. 

In fact, the boy had come here tonight in search of something familiar, for something that reminded him of that safe comforting feeling he always had with his old friends. But now, it was cold and empty, just like how the boy felt on the inside. 

He couldn’t find Odasaku’s presence anywhere, not even in this place. 

Sighing to himself, the boy then walked over to the liquor cabinet in the corner before taking out two glasses and filling them up with whiskey. 

Then Dazai lowered his eyes before placing one of the drinks on the table where Oda used to sit before moving over to the other side with a sigh. 

Staring at the empty, cruel space across from him, the boy then took a sip of his whiskey as an unwanted wave of emotion coursed through his throat. “Odasaku..” 

Suddenly, the entrance to his friend’s apartment started to jiggle and move, like someone was on the other side, as Dazai felt his defenses awaken immediately.

 It sounded like someone was trying to break in. But who? Oda told him the only people that knew this place were him and Ango. 

Quickly taking out his gun, the boy then narrowed his eyes before slipping out of slight just as the door flew open a moment later. Whoever was trying to steal from his old friend was going to pay for sure. 

Dazai then listened carefully as a pair of shoes moved across the wooden floors, the movement halting as the stranger seemingly stopped to stare at the two strange whiskey glasses on the table. 

He couldn’t see very much from the angle he was in, only that the stranger was wearing a large black hoodie, the fabric covering up the entirety of their frame and hiding their identity completely. 

They then leaned down to touch one of the glasses as the boy quickly cocked his gun in order to place the barrel of his gun onto the back of their temple as the stranger froze. 

And when he spoke, it was lethally calm. “Who are you? What are you doing here?”

The stranger was quiet as he watched their hands reach towards their jacket pocket only for the Dazai to assume it was a gun and take action. No, he wasn’t an idiot. Like this guy could pull a fast one on him. 

Because of that, Dazai’s face immediately hardened before reaching forward in order to grab the intruder's arm, his fingers wrapping around the surprisingly slim surface before kicking their legs out from under them as they fell backwards onto the ground. 

The boy hardly noticed them give a small squeak of surprise at the move. 

Pushing the barrel of the gun towards the stranger, the boy added slowly. “You have one chance. Tell me why you’re here.” 

The person underneath him tried to squirm but Dazai didn’t let them free, tightening his hold on the trigger before narrowing his eyes. If they didn’t want to tell them who they were then he could just examine the corpse later. 

Yet that’s when they heard the intruder speak, soft and quiet, barely above a whisper. And call him crazy but they sounded feminine. “I’m looking for someone.” 

Not understanding, he dug deeper. “Who?” 

The girl was quiet then, her voice trailing away only for his gun to push even deeper to her temple in warning. No, he wouldn’t allow her to stay silent after dishonoring his old friend's old place. 

A moment later she spoke again, except this time the boy was in no way prepared for her answer. “My big brother.” 

And try as he may, the demon prodigy paused at that, his hand frozen on the gun as he couldn’t help but turn his head to the side. What the hell was she talking about? Why would her big brother be at Oda’s old place? 

Although that’s when a crazy possibility popped into his head before the boy brushed it away immediately. No, that was ridiculous. There was no way.

Scoffing at the idea, Dazai frowned. “Your what?”

The stranger then seemingly sighed to herself before lifting her hand up as his defenses slammed back up in case she tried to try something funny. “He stopped answering my letters a week ago so I thought something might have happened to him. I hopped the first flight I could get and followed the return address on his envelopes.”

Then he watched her reach into her pocket only for his hand to push it back with a lot of anxiety. He didn’t trust this girl, she could’ve been lying, screwing him over. “Nice try but I wouldn’t try anything if I were you. I’m not in the best mood right now.”

Stopping immediately, the intruder’s hand grew tense and rigid against his fingers and for a moment the boy thought she was going to fight back or use some unknown ability on him. 

Not that it would matter though considering his ability canceled out everyone else’s. She didn’t stand a chance, especially while he was holding her. No, Dazai would win. It was a guarantee. 

Yet it seemed like the girl wasn’t as dumb as he once anticipated, her hand unmoving as she allowed the boy to hold her captive. “Then grab it yourself and see I’m not lying.” 

Grab it himself? No, why would he do that? That would just give her the opportunity to stab him or inject him with some kind of poison or something.

 Yet the alternative of having her retrieve whatever it is she was trying some him was equally dangerous. No, he couldn’t allow her that kind of freedom. 

Because of that the boy narrowed his eyes before hastily reaching his hand out in order to shove it inside the girl’s small pocket on the front side of her drawstring sweatshirt only to pull out a folded envelope just like she had described. 

Lifting up the white paper to his face, the boy then recognized the very same address they were at right now, Oda’s address, the one that no one was supposed to know except him and Ango. It was suspicious and strange but she also seemed to be telling the truth. 

Just then, Dazai’s face started to grow insanely pale, shaking away the thought before crumbling the empty envelope in his fingers with a scared mutter. “What is your name?”

Her response was immediate, causing the fifteen year old boy’s eyes to widen and his world to come crashing down around him. “Asagao Oda.”

Suddenly, it felt hard to breathe, to think as the boy’s lips slipped out a breathy gasp in reply. No, it couldn’t be. She was fucking with him. There was no way, there was no way he wouldn’t have known about that. Oda was his best friend and he never mentioned this. 

Shaking his head in denial, Dazai’s hand began to shake on his gun, his teeth gritting together as he shoved the barrel further into her hidden temple. “Now I know you’re lying. How about you try again?”

The stranger could see this also though, her body moving once again in order to prop herself up onto her elbows and put her hands out in some kind of defense. “I know it’s probably hard to believe but I am..I’m....

Yet the moment Dazai saw movement, his crazed eyes snapped down to the girl before reaching forward in order to grasp onto the top of her hood with a furious shout.” Bullshit, who are you?!” 

How dare she deceive him by telling such crazy lies. She would pay for that, for soiling Oda’s honor. He just had to know who she really was first. 

Pulling the black fabric down a moment later, Dazai’s gun wasted no time, slamming the barrel into her chest as the girl fell off balance and back onto the floor with a breathy gasp. Now to see who this witch really was. 

Yet the moment he adjusted his eyes, Dazai found the very same deep crimson hair he knew for years, pouring down around the sides of the hooded jacket as he stared down at her deep blue cavendish eyes that he had looked into so many times before. 

Oh my god, she was a spitting image of his old friend, Odasaku. 

But how could that be? 

He watched her groan at the sudden force, her eyes squinting behind a pair of large round glasses that took up the majority of her face before opening them again and looking at the gun pointed at her chest. 

And though she was so close to death, the girl didn’t dare move, her eyes locking back to the boy’s before Dazai felt his voice break with utter shock.

In that moment, for a split second, the boy didn’t feel like a mafia executive but rather just a confused fifteen year old boy, his voice incredibly small.  “It can't be..Odasaku had a little sister..?”

Because if this was true, why didn’t Odasaku mention her, why didn’t he tell him about her? He thought they were friends. But was that wrong? What else did he hold back from the boy? 

Yet the moment Oda’s name slipped from his lips, the girl's eyes widened before lifting her hands up to his black jacket in order to utterly ignore the gun that was pressed to her chest. “Wait, you know my brother? Where is he? Please tell me..” 

She sounded desperate, the action causing Dazai’s finger to float above the trigger before those horrible memories of his best friend's death flashed through him once more. If she really was his sister, then he knew she’d never find him. 

Because of that, the boy told the truth, his voice dull and cruel. “He’s dead.” 

And then he waited, he waited for the girl to cry, to scream, to plead with him for something that was already determined and carried out. That’s what the normal response would be, that’s what everyone else did when someone died. 

Well, not Dazai but literally everyone else. 

Instead, the girl who claimed to be Odasaku’s sister only stayed silent, fingers not moving from his jacket in order for her to close her eyes with something that Dazai read as disappointment before she muttered sadly. “Oh, I see. I hoped that wasn’t the case.” 

Pausing for a moment, Asagao then added softly. “How did he go?” 

Flashes of that day began to play in his head once more before the boy decided to give her the truth, knowing it wouldn’t matter either way. “He was murdered. I saw it myself.” 

Once again, the large rimmed glasses girl only remained silent, like she was thinking something to herself before Asagao replied back sadly. “That must have been very hard on you. I’m sorry..” 

And for a moment, Dazai paused. Why was she saying that? Wasn’t she Odasaku’s sister? Surely she sould’ve been the one more broken up about this information. It was like she didn’t even care. 

No, that wasn’t right. It was more complex than that. She looked sad enough, but it seemed like she couldn’t make some kind of connection in her brain. In fact, the strange girl showed more emotion towards a total stranger than herself. How strange. 

Because of that, the boy turned his head in curiosity. “Why do you say that?” 

Asagao only smiled though, the tips of her mouth not quite reaching her eyes as she glanced over to the two glasses of whiskey next to them. “Because if I know one thing, it’s that anyone that pours a drink for the dead truly valued their life.”

Sighing to herself, the girl then looked back to the gun that was holding her hostage before nodding. “Either way, thank you for telling me, and for being there with him in his last moments. I’m grateful to you for that. At least now I know he was truly loved by someone.”  

Grateful? Now that was a new one. Usually his enemies weren’t grateful for the torture they received. And Dazai would be lying if he said he wasn't fascinated by the different and strange response. 

So much so, a sadistic smile spread across his face without meaning to. “Should you really be thanking me when I have a gun pressed to your chest?” 

The girl then paused before glancing back down towards the gun in order to lift her fingers up and press the barrel further into her chest with a sad smile that Dazai couldn’t decipher. 

And when she spoke, it brimmed with so much honest passion. “Now that I found out how much you treasured my brother, I wouldn’t mind dying if it’s you that pulls the trigger. Then maybe I could finally feel close to him..” 

Pausing slightly at her honest declaration, the boy processed her words with interest and confusion. No one had ever said that to him before. No one had wanted him to be their executioner before. How strange

And it was no secret that Dazai didn’t think much about life, calling it meaningless and pointless. Hell, he had tried to die hundreds of times in order to finally painlessly drift away from such mediocrity. 

But staring at the girl that somehow wore his best friend's face, he couldn’t help but be intrigued by her. She didn’t seem scared of death like others. Her face wore a sense of peace and calm he had never seen before from a victim of his. 

 No, that’s not right. She was scared of death, of course she was, but somehow this stranger found comfort in him pulling the trigger. And for a moment he wanted to ask why, to figure out the methods and inner workings of the girl who claimed to be Odasaku’s sister. 

Yet the moment his fingers graced the trigger once more, the door next to them seemingly slammed open in order for another voice to enter the space.

And this time, they sounded stressed. “What do you think you’re doing?!” 

Then all at once, both Dazai and Asagao turned in unison only to find a very familiar frazzled man staring back at them, the girl speaking first. “A-Ango?” 

Ango only narrowed his eyes though, the man gazing at the very strange and suggestive position the two were in before shaking his head in disbelief. Dazai was practically straddling the poor girl right now with his thighs and without context things did look slightly odd. 

If the gun wasn’t there the man surely would’ve thought something else was going on. 

Dazai didn’t seem to care about that though, his head turning in confusion at the strange girl. Wait, she just said his old friend's name. That meant.. “You know him?” 

Asa didn’t have time to reply though, Ango quickly pointed to the red haired female before speaking with exasperation. “You..what are you doing here?” 

The man then gave Dazai a look, causing the boy to sigh and finally let his captive go in order to put the gun back in his hollister. Ango didn’t seem on edge by her which meant that she wasn’t a threat, currently..

Feeling her lips curve up into a goofy smile, Asa then simply leaped from the floor in order to race towards Ango with her arms open wide as she beamed. “Ango! What a surprise, I guess this our first time meeting. How awkward, am I right? Ha ha ha. Small world. That’s crazy, really.” 

The man only sighed though, already expecting her moves before placing a hand on her face and pushing her back lightly in order to stop the assault. “I knew you’d come here. Good thing I had the government track your movements just in case. Looks like I got here just in time.” 

Frowning at the rejection, Asa then pouted her lips before rubbing the spot where his hand was just moments prior. “Well that’s a little invasive..”

Ango didn’t feel as carefree though, the man immediately putting a hand to his temple in the sign of a headache. “Obviously it was needed. Did you not listen to your brother’s instructions? He said for you to stay out of Yokohama, to not go looking for him. Or did you forget that?” 

Dazai then watched the girl pause before dropping her hand in order to awkwardly laugh in a fake cutesy manner. “I may have chosen to admit that part from my memory. Oops?”

Shrugging her shoulders in reply, Ango only shook his head, obviously over her antics. “Oops? That’s all you have to say? Seriously Asagao, what would Oda say..?”

Yet at the sound of Oda’s name, Dazai felt his head perk up. Even Ango was mentioning Oda and her together. That could only mean one thing. The things she was claiming were true, weren’t they? 

Not wanting to believe it, the boy called out. “Ango, was she telling the truth? Is she really..”

Although before he could finish, Ango simply put a hand up, not wanting to deal with such a revelation for some reason. “Dazai, please..” 

The way he was shutting him down was strange, almost like the man didn’t want Dazai to put together the facts that Odasaku had a little sister and that she was standing before them. But why? Why was Ango, a traitor, allowed to know and not him? 

Something was off about all of this. 

Just then, his thoughts got interrupted as Asa gasped loudly, her eyes turning towards the boy in excited disbelief. “Wait, Dazai? As in Osamu Dazai? No way, for real?!” 

And before he could process it, the girl was up in his face, her blue eyes piercing his through her circular frames in order to look at him like some sort of rare museum artwork she had just found. 

Speaking happily, the girl beamed. “Oh wow. I can’t believe it, brother wrote about you in his letters. I feel like I already know you…” 

She then reached her fingers out to touch him, causing the boy to counter only for Ango to do so for him, his voice firm. “Asagao!” 

Then Odasaku’s sister’s face lit up with some kind of realization before taking a step back with a sort of bashful smile. “Ah, right. Personal space. Sorry, my bad. I got excited. I just wanted to take a good look at you. I guess most people would think that’s rude though. My bad. You probably think I’m some sort of freak now. Ah, well that’s nothing new really. 

Putting her hands up in defense, Asa then backtracked. Well she tried, but Dazai could still see the giddy glee in her face, almost like she was trying to suppress it. “I'm just really happy to meet you, that’s all. I just know we can be good friends. Oh! I know, what if..” 

Ango only stopped her again though, almost like he was afraid of what she was going to say next. “Asagao…” 

Turning her head, the girl hummed in confusion, obviously not seeing anything wrong. “Hmm?” 

The government official only frowned though, his hands moving up to hover over her mouth with an exhausted sigh. “Stop talking.” 

Asa didn’t seem offended though, her brow turning down in understanding before nodding with an apologetic smile. “Right, sorry. Overdoing it. Got it.” 

Shaking his head in exasperation, the government official then turned away from her before pointing to the very curious mafioso that was watching. “Dazai, I need to see you outside. And you..” 

Asa pointed to herself at that, turning her head innocently. “Me?”

Nodding once, the man continued roughly. “Yes you. You better not move a muscle cause when I come back I’m sending you right back home.” 

Dazai then watched her lips open with pure shock in order for her voice to come out in a whine of protest. “Whaaa? Come on Ango. That’s not fair. I just..”

Ango only cut her off though, his tone serious. “It’s not up for debate. Your brother is gone and I promised him that you would never get involved in this. I’m not going against his wishes and neither will you. Now pack your bags and get ready. We leave tonight.” 

Then before she could protest, the man pushed Dazai out of the small apartment door, the boy looking back at the strange new girl only to watch her eyes flash to his in some sort of unexplainable longing before the door covered the sight. 

And call him crazy but it looked like she didn’t want him to go. 

How strange, he had never seen that kind of response from someone before. Usually they were glad to be rid of the demon, of the boy that had plagued their life. If anything, Asa should’ve been thankful that the guy that had threatened her just moments ago was leaving. 

But somehow she wasn’t, and that intrigued him a lethally dangerous amount. 

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The cold crisp air hit him immediately, the feeling soaking into his bones and yet Dazai couldn’t focus on anything but the closed door just inches from his face. So much so, his fucked up mind started to run in all different directions without permission. 

And he’d be lying to say he wasn’t desperate to know what was going on behind Odasaku’s sister's eyes. He wanted to pick at her brain, to pry it open and see for himself the strange puzzle he had just discovered. 

He had a lot of toys but she was something different. It made him want to play around with her more often, to see what other interesting and amusing expressions she could make besides the ones tonight. 

Feeling his gaze focus more sadistically in thought, the boy suddenly took out his thoughts by his ex friend’s voice, a sense of warning in his tone. “Dazai, don’t even think about it.” 

The mafioso then closed his eyes before finally letting go of the thought in order to turn towards Ango innocently. “Whatever do you mean?” 

He only glared though, already knowing the naive tone was an act. “Don’t start. I know you better than anyone. You’re thinking about going back in there and manipulating Oda’s sister for something, aren’t you?” 

He wasn’t wrong. The boy had wanted something from her, but it was only to figure out more about her. Did that include messing around and being a little underhanded? Well, how else would he do it? That was his signature. 

Yet at the sound of Oda’s name, Dazai paused. No, he could decide all that later. Right now he needed answers. “Ango, what’s going on? Odasaku never said anything about having a little sister. How do you know her? Why didn’t he tell me?”

The information felt like a sting, coursing up the boy’s entire throat. He thought Odasaku and him were best friends. He thought they were close, that they knew everything about each other. But now it was obvious that he was keeping secrets this entire time. 

But why, what was the reason? 

Ango only sighed though, his fingers moving to his glasses in order to push them up. “It’s a long story, Dazai. I’ve actually never met her before. Oda simply put me on the phone once when he was drunk. None of that matters though. You need to forget you’ve ever seen her. No one is supposed to know she exists . She wasn’t ever even supposed to be in Yokohama.” 

Pausing, the boy frowned. “Why?” 

His old friend then shook his head in order to speak sadly. “Because Oda knew about the kind of people in his life, he knew what they could do to her. That's why he sent her away, so she could be safe. And regardless of what happened between us I still will fulfill his wish. He was my best friend.” 

At the sound of his explanation, Dazai couldn’t help but scoff. Best friend? Yeah right, he didn’t have the right to say such a thing anymore. Not after what happened. “Says the man that betrayed us and the port mafia.” 

He then watched Ango flitch in order to dip his head in shame. Dazai still hadn’t forgiven him for the betrayal after all. This government official snuck into the port mafia as a spy and he was just supposed to trust everything he said? 

No, those bonds were already broken. 

Ango then paused before finally speaking again, his fingers balling into a tight fist of emotion. “I don’t expect you to forgive me, Dazai. But those nights at Bar Lupin meant something to me. You both meant something to me. That’s why I’m here in the first place. She needs to stay out of this.” 

Although that’s when his eyes flicked up in order to lock eyes with the young executive. “And that means she also needs to stay away from you.” 

He looked so serious, so odd that Dazai couldn’t help twist his lips into a cruel tight lipped smile. The way Ango was glaring at him, it looked like he was viewing the boy as evil incarnate. 

And though he wasn’t wrong, the boy remained silent. What a scary expression. 

Noticing his silence, Ango continued. “You asked why Oda never mentioned her to you. It’s because destruction and corruption follows you everywhere, Dazai. He knew how black your soul is and what you could do to her if given the chance. The demon prodigy has no place out of the darkness, and I'm sure you know that also.”

Dazai then felt his lips fall open with understanding, a low pain in his chest as he was hit with the reality. Was that really why Odasaku never mentioned his sister, because he was scared of his best friend destroying her? 

Ango mentioned him sending her away in order to be out of reach of the dangerous people. Did that include him also? Was Odasaku scared of the boy, of his twisted personality that much? Dazai didn’t know, and that scared him. 

But then again, it made sense. 

He was a demon, that fact was very well known. 

Perhaps Odasaku was right. If he did get his hands on Asagao then she would surely become tainted and destroyed like everyone else in his life. He was a poison, and his best friend was just trying to keep his little sister from ingesting it. 

Feeling a hand on his shoulder, the boy then looked up from his unraveling thoughts in order to find Ango’s serious and unwavering stare. “ So I’m telling this now, Dazai. Walk away. Don’t get involved.” 

Then the man simply let his hand fall before putting his hand on the doorknob with a sad mutter under his breath. “Let the last piece of Odasaku be untainted, for you and me both.” 

Just like that, Ango was gone, leaving Dazai alone in the darkness as it swallowed him whole once more, the familiar black covering his entire silhouette. 

And for once, Osamu Dazai didn’t argue with his ex-friends command. 

Almost like he knew that he was right, that Odasaku’s sister shouldn’t ever go near him.  

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Ango felt the bright lights hit his eyes as he made his way into the small apartment in order to squint and walk around the living room with a heavy weighted sigh of exhaustion. This night was far too stressful. Ah well, at least it is over now. 

Yet the moment he entered the space, the man was only met with silence, causing his ears to ring with fear. “Asagao?” 

Frowning, Ango then moved over to the small table in the corner only to find a tiny yellow sticky note on the surface as the black colored ink mocked him all at once.  

Ango,  If you wanna bring me back then you gotta catch me first >:D

Crumbling the paper between his fingers, the man then looked up only to find that the fifth story window was open, the sharp breeze stunning him into silence. No, it couldn’t be. 

She was gone. 

“Asagao!” 

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Part 2:

Part 3:

(Just an intro to the three part short story I have.)

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In great demand

pairing⁀➷ mick schumacher x fem!reader

word count⁀➷ 1.6k

summary⁀➷ in the ask :)

warnings⁀➷ female reader, fluff, mentions of marriage, (the boys teasing mick)

a/n⁀➷ I wrote this when Mick was still in Formula 2! (tell me if I missed a warning pls!)

"Bis dann." = "See you."

Requested; Would you mind writing something where Mick takes the reader (his girlfriend) for the first time to a race (maybe still in F2) and his friends tease him about having a gf but it's funny n stuff and they get caught kissing and yeah. You can change it a bit if you want I don't mind haha thank u so much

"Who's that?" Callum asked slightly confused. Mick turned around to see who Callum meant, a smile spreading across his lips, "That's my girl.".

You were standing beside his physio, Kai, talking to him and laughing. Just as the two boys looked in your direction, you turned around still laughing because Kai told you Mick should 'get his ass over here' to start his warm-up.

You looked surprised because you didn't realize that Callum had come to see Mick.

You walked up to them to inform Mick of the 'news' from his physio.

"Hey, ehm Callum, right?" you asked with a smile. "Yep." he answered, grinning at Mick before he looked back at you.

"Nice to meet you..." he reached out his hand, "y/n, Nice to meet you too." you smiled again, shaking his hand in a joking way.

You turned to your boyfriend grinning. "Kai wants you to 'move your ass over to him and start warming up'." you chuckled, quoting him. Mick rolled his eyes and said his goodbyes to Callum, who did the same.

"Well, I suppose I need to get to the garage too." he laughed.

You and Mick have been dating for half a year now, but no one really knew. Mostly, because the Schumacher's liked to keep their private life very separate from the media, and you liked it that way.

A few weeks ago, Mick asked you to accompany him to one of his Formula 2 races and here you were.

You were ready to show yourselves as a couple in public, but that didn't mean you would throw yourselves in front of the cameras. You liked it that Mick wanted to keep his private life as private as possible.

Because no one knew you were dating, everyone was surprised to see Mick with you, and they were asking him a ton of questions about your relationship. From the moment you arrived, there were dozens of reporters who wanted to take pictures of you together.

You were watching the race from the garage and saw Mick crossing the finish line in sixth place. You could imagine that he wouldn't be too happy. Nonetheless, the crew was clapping out of respect for his drive, and you could hear his team radio as he said, "Grazie.", his voice sounding a little disappointed.

He got out of his car, after parking it in front of the fans. Many people were standing near him, behind the low fence, shouting his name in order to get his attention, but even the guy working for Prema just got a light-hearted handshake.

After leaving all the people behind, he took his gloves off and looked back again briefly.

You were standing alongside the people, but you understood in what mood he must've been. So you followed him to the corridor leading to the garage, without really signalling him that you were even there.

Mick took his helmet off and tousled through his hair. You knew that he needed a moment's peace. But Mick noticed that you were there and was quite thankful for it. That's why he looked around for you when he was walking through the corridor and waited without saying a word until you were with him.

You weren't holding hands nor talking, just walking next to him, you didn't have to do anything, but he still felt understood and that's what Mick loved about you. You didn't have to exchange words in order to understand each other.

While walking to the garage, Mick opened up his suit a little.

A Prema employee moved the gate for you two to get through. You walked a little ahead while he gave Mick an appreciative handshake.

When Mick had caught up again, you smiled at him encouragingly. And as s you reached the garage, a couple of people already wanted Mick’s attention. You gently took his helmet from his hands and smiled at him encouragingly.

Mick smiled back weakly as if to say "I love you" and pecked you on the lips before turning back to the conversation.

"Are you finished already?" you asked him as he came back to you, surprisingly early. "Yes, there wasn't much we needed to talk about for right now." he said.

"Have you been waiting here the whole time?" he asked and looked around you, for a chair or something to sit on, but then deciding on leaning on the table in front of you. "Yeah, it wasn't really long. I've checked my phone and watched everything around me. It's pretty interesting for someone who's never been here." you chuckled and gave him a quick kiss.

Mick took a deep breath and smiled at you, enjoying the little moment between you two. "Let's go." you grinned. “Yes, please.” he let out a thankful breath.

With interlaced hands, you walked out of the garage, to the hospitality. Mick still had his race suit on, but he had opened it up earlier, so the top part was hanging around his hips. Just a few meters in front of the hospitality, someone shouted Mick's name.

"Mick! Mr. Schumacher!" You both turned around at the same time and saw a reporter, waving at you to stop for a moment. "Can we have a moment of your time?" the reporter asked nicely.

You knew Mick wasn't really pleased about giving interviews, but he also knew that this was part of being a racing driver, so he just shook his head 'yes' and lightly smiled at him.

You wanted to walk a bit further, so you wouldn't disturb him, but Mick didn't let go of your hand. He had it crossed diagonally behind him and was drawing small circles on your hand without anyone really noticing. You tried to hide your smile and listened to the interview.

"Thank you very much, Mick. Have a great day, you two." The reporter said, smiling at both if you. "Thank you, you too." Mick said politely, and you nodded at him with a smile.

Your hands weren't parted for a second when you walked on.

"Mr. and Mrs. Schumacher are in great demand today, aren't you?" Marcus said with a grin to you as you passed him on your way to the hospitality.

"I'm sure he is more than I am." you laughed.

"Don't you have a debrief to attend?" Mick asked him mockingly, but Marcus just shrugged his shoulders waving you goodbye with a grin. You chuckled lightly, because you could sense Mick's awkwardness when Marcus called you Mr. and Mrs. Schumacher.

"Don't worry about him." you pocked Mick in the arm and elicited a grin from him.

"If you say so, Mrs. Schumacher." he joked and grinned at you.

You didn't want to lie, you liked the way he called you by his last name. There was a pleasantly warm feeling in your stomach when he did so.

You sat with Kai again, and talked about how everything is going at the moment, when Mick came back from his debrief, already dressed in his normal clothes.

His arm was placed over the chair you were seated on. His fingertips thoughtlessly playing with the ends of your hair. "Hey." he said to both you and Kai. Mick kissed your cheek from behind, and you turned around smiling, “Hi,”.

Kai nodded and smiled, "Hey, Mick.".

"Is everything alright?" you asked him. "Yes, I think I'm done for today. Do you want to take a walk?" Mick asked you and stroked your hair. "I’d love to." you said excitedly.

"See you tomorrow, Kai." you said your goodbyes to him. "Bis dann." Mick said.

You always talked about how you wanted to walk around the track, and that was why he had exactly that in mind.

But first, he wanted to have a moment with you alone. With nobody watching your every step. "Where are you going?" you asked Mick when he led you into a quiet corner.

"I love you." Mick said instead of answering you, cupping your face in his hands. He smiled at you. "I love you too, Micky." you whispered, smiling back at him.

"Thank you for being there with me after the race."

"Of course. But you know, a sixth place isn't bad. You still did a fantastic job." you said, as you placed your hand on top of his.

"Yes... I know," Mick looked into your eyes, a loving smile on his face which you could only copy from him.

"So, do you want to kiss me already?" you chuckled, joking with him.

Mick wasted no time and placed his lips on yours. It felt like you were at home. His hands were still on your cheeks, and he stroked them lightly. You put your arms around his neck to be even closer to him, your heartbeat was fastening, and you couldn't suppress a smile.

It was as if all the tension of the day, which you didn't even know was there, was falling off of you. Your lips matched perfectly, and you relaxed into the kiss.

You parted as you both gasped for air. You were still standing in the same position, your arms wrapped around Mick's neck, but his hands were now resting on your hips as you heard someone yell, "Get a room!".

You looked around and saw Callum and Robert smirking at the sight of two of you. "Shut up, Callum!" Mick shouted back and chuckled. Your cheeks got warm, and you knew they were turning into a light shade of pink.

Robert just slapped Callum on the shoulder with a laugh, "Let's go and leave the love birds to themselves."

When the two of them were gone, Mick turned his gaze back to you, “They are everywhere.” he said with a playfully shocked expression. You just shook your head laughing.

"C'mon, we wanted to take a walk, didn't we future Mrs. Schuhmacher?" Mick asked, winking at you as he intertwined your hands again. 

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[moody4world]

You idk if you taking requests but you know that one award show moment where Nicki Minaj is like “Shoutout yo Donatella for custom making this dress for me and shoutout to Michel B Jordan because he gonna be taking it off me tonight” PLEASE do one where Jack says something along those lines omg 😭😂 I just feel like Jack would say that about the reader

Big shout out

A/N: This is rapper!reader i hope that’s okay. I got this request a while ago but im glad i could finally get to it.

Jack and You have been friends for a couple years now. Both your careers started around the same time and you two became close after being part of the XXL freshman class of 2020. Jack was always very supportive of you and you of him.

He would give you advice on how to deliver your bars and flow while you would give him advice on his lyrics and beats. Things tended to get a bit hectic when albums had to be dropped and tours had to be done but the two of you always made time for each other.

Whether it’s a facetime or a brief text or a voice recording, you guys did not go a day without hearing from one another. Most people believed that the two of you were dating until you made an instagram post revealing your brand new relationship with Polo G.

That was your first mistake. Posting a brand new relationship was never a bright idea and unfortunately you learned that the hard way. You and Polo had a rough start to your relationship due to claims of him talking to other women while we he had you convinced that he was loyal. The two of you would break up and make up constantly and your business would be on gossip pages every few weeks.

On the other hand, Polo always had an issue with Jack being the friend you confided in during your fights with him. It ended up with him dissing Jack in one of his songs which simply lead to another fight between the two of you even though Jack never gave any reaction in return. December 2021 you finally had enough and posted an official announcement that Polo G no longer have or want anything to do with one another. Your comments were flooded with mixed reactions but sadly, most of them were saying how this is just another one of your stupid fights and you would take him back again.

This time you had put your foot down and wanted to start your 2022 peacefully with brand new goals ahead. Throughout all your drama, Jack never treated you any differently. In fact the two of you got even closer after your break up and dropped an album together in March. You had made an instagram post wishing him a happy birthday and it went viral unintentionally.

“The guy she tells you not to worry about.” Was what everyone but mainly men were saying. The thing is, you and Jack had never crossed any lines of friendship. Everything between the two of you has always been strictly platonic except for a couple suggestive jokes here and there but that was normal between friends. Everyone around you and Jack always say that there’s a spark and lots of tension between you two but neither of you ever acted on it.

Around may you noticed Jack started flirting with you a lot more and the lines of friendship began to blur. It wasn’t surprising but at the same time you were never prepared for the things he would say. “Megan asked you to perform at her birthday party right?” “Yeah, i’m excited.” “Isn’t it at a strip club?” “So?” “If I come will you do a dance?” He said it with such a straight face and that only made it more shocking to you. No smug or goofy smile that he usually had when he was joking.

The flirting went on for months and you were definitely flirting back.

September rolls around and it was soon to be the VMAs. You were set to perform your new song with Flo Mili and Jack was opening and co-hosting the show. You were getting ready in your hotel room with the help of your team when your phone started ringing and of course it was Jack.

“I’m getting ready what do you want?” You say while your makeup artist applied your eyeshadow. “Damn. No hello? Let me see you, all I see is the ceiling.” “Jack I can’t move too much i’m getting my makeup done.” You lifted the phone facing you and Jack let out a loud whistle that even startled your make up artist. “WHEW you look so fine my goodness.” He had a giant smile on his face just like a kid on christmas. “That color looks beautiful on you.” You were a giggling and flustered mess. “Thank you. Now show me your snazzy suit Mister Givenchy.” Jack panned the camera down to his all black suit that was snug around his small waist and just right around his wide shoulders. He looked so good you could just eat him up.

“You like what you see huh?” “Yeah I need me some of that.” You flirted back with no hesitation. “You don’t need Givenchy, you need jesus.” “That was disgustingly cringe worthy Jack.” You shook your head at him. “I’m gonna let you finish getting ready. Can’t wait to see your beautiful ass in that dress.” “You just saw me in the dress.” “Yeah but I didn’t see your ass cause you’re sitting on it.” Both of you couldn’t hold back your laughter this time as you hung up the call.

Once you got to the VMA’s black carpet everyone went wild over your dress and how beautiful you looked. The night went very well and you were having a good time. You enjoyed Jack’s opening performance and the two of you were sitting not too far from each other so you would dance to songs together and lip sync to one another.

Jack was nominated for multiple awards and he had already won 2. This next category was his last nomination and it felt as if you were more nervous than him. “And the award goes to…JACK HARLOOOOW” You screamed of excitement as Jack got up, hugged you and dapped dj drama who was sitting next to him up, before going on stage to receive his final award of the night.

“Wow…three in a row that’s a new record.” The crowd cheered loudly as he took a moment to admire the trophy. He let the crowd calm down before yelling into the mic. “BITCH I TOLD YOU” and the crowd went wild all over again. “I just want to thank everyone on my team, my producers, my parents.” “And just before I go I wanna give a big shout out to Givenchy for custom making this suit for me and shout out to y/n cause she’s gonna be taking it off of me tonight. Thank you.”

The stadium was louder than ever. Your hand was covering your open mouth in shock of what Jack had just said live at a world known award show. You could feel your cheeks get super warm as everyone else was cheering at his boldness. You two definitely had a lot to talk about later that night. Once the show was over and you guys left together, not much talking was done. Unless body language counts….if so, more than enough was said.

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Melody

Since I've had a rough week, can I ask for some fluff to warm my heart and calm my mind?

Marc Spector + 23 “Thank you for choosing me”, please💕

And happy upcoming birthday again!🌷

The Agreement

Marc Spector X gn!Reader

Anna this is so sweet. I'm sorry that it took me so long to get this out but I hope your week got better even without this drabble 💙 Soft Marc is such a baby boi. - I also didn't get the chance to use the prompt itself in the fic, but it has the overall vibe of that line so hope you like it! Hahaha.

Tags/Warnings: SFW, comfort fic, soft Marc, fluff, just a nice little drabble to make you smile, might hit you in the feels, mentions of sex but no actual sex.

Word Count: 532

You’d had a rough day, that much was apparent when you walked through the door. Marc froze, he knew that look. It meant one of two things. You either needed Steven to comfort you and watch your favorite movies, or you needed Jake to fuck you until your brain was mush. Either way, Marc wasn’t your go to guy.

His brow furrowed as you waved and said, hey, and made your way to the kitchen. He’d been looking forward to seeing you, and spending the evening with you, but when you were upset, he knew he wasn’t the one you needed.

Like riding a bike, the boys all fell into place, Steven fronting, Marc in the headspace where he would stay for the evening, and Jake waiting for his moment if you needed him instead of Steven.

You knew it was Steven when he came over behind you and kissed your cheek. You turned around and he was smiling at you, but you sensed something burning just under the surface. His eyebrows always gave him away.

“What?” You asked, brushing a stray curl from his forehead. “This is Marc’s coat, did he front today?”

“He was fronting, yeah, but then he saw you were having a rough day so…here I am.” Steven let out a nervous chuckle and leaned in for a kiss.

You put a finger up, stopping him, “I’m sorry, what happened?”

“Oh well…”

Pendejo, this is something we just do, we don’t need to tell them about it. Jake said in a gruff tone that made Steven nervous.

“Do you guys have some sort of agreement? Steven?” He would always be honest with you.

“No.” He pressed his lips together tightly.

“Steven Grant, don’t you start lying to me now.”

He changed, his expression went from sorry to a harsh scowl. Marc.

“You don’t expect us to think that we don’t have you pinned after a bad day, right? You have a bad day, Steven comforts you, Jake gives you what you need…physically. You don’t need me.” He crossed his arms over his chest defensively.

“Marc.” You put a hand on his arm. “You’re being stupid.”

“Thanks.” He rolled his eyes and looked away from you.

“No I mean…Marc…” you touched his cheek and brought his gaze back to yours. “Yes it’s nice what they do for me, but I need you too. I was always wondering why I don’t have you there to rant about idiots with when I’m mad or someone to laugh with me when I bitch about my shitty boss.”

He shook his head in confusion, “you like complaining?”

You laughed, “yeah sometimes! It’s nice to have someone to talk shit with. The other two are great but, I don’t get to vent the way I do with you. Steven just tells me it will be alright and makes me tea and watches tv with me and Jake just…well you know.” You gave him a reassuring smile. “Those things are both really great, but sometimes I just need something else.”

“So…you do need me? Even when you’ve had a bad day?” He raised an eyebrow before finally lowering his arms. “Sometimes I especially need you.”

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[hee0soo]

Moody

Summary: Somethings wrong and 3racha are hell bent on finding out what.

This ain´t a masterpiece but i somewhat like it.

Usually when Jisung looked at Jisoo what, he saw was a sweet little sunshine, sometimes shining brighter than even Felix could!

But today that sun seemed to be hidden by some very dark storm clouds and it made him uneasy. The girl had been unusual gloomy the entire day during recording, glaring at everyone or everything who dared even breathing into her direction.

Criticism from 3Racha was always very welcome to her but today it seemed, every correction that was meant to help, aggravated her more and more. Even snapping at Chan for letting her repeat a specific line for the 9th time in a row!

Chan had only lifted an eyebrow at the girl’s behavior at first. Seeing as she wasn´t know to disrespect the older members or anyone for that matter!

But when it continued to get worse as time passed on, even the ever patient leader lost his cool for a moment.

It wasn´t a moment the eldest was proud of and he felt guilty the moment he scolded the girl harshly. Meanwhile Jisoo had only stared at him before removing the headphones she was wearing during recording, almost threw them at Changbin and sat down next to Felix on the couch, starring at something only she could see.

The freckled boy had only looked at her with wide eyes, just like the rest of the members! None of them had dared talking to her about it until they left to continue their schedule.

It left Jisoo as the last one in the studio, together with the 3 producers!

All 3 of them seemingly ignored her, choosing to work on the song rather than indulging her.

The truth was that all 3 of them were silently watching her. Hoping that she would find it in herself to talk about what caused the horrible mood she was in.

And now she was sitting in silence, her arms crossed over her chest.

Sometimes the girl mumbled a few German words before becoming silent again!

What Jisung noticed the most about her behavior was the way Jisoo seemed to tense up every now and then, doing her very best to hide it from them.

Changbin was also observing the grumpy female. He saw the way she was blinking rapidly from time to time, like she was trying to clear her mind or something.

Chan on the other hand realized that her breathing was heavy. Almost pressed but at the same time way to controlled to be considered normal. And the fact that she had left the room multiple time to go to the rest room was also very weird.

“What’s wrong today? Because whatever this is, it isn´t the Jisoo we know!”

Chan expressed seriously after turning his chair to Jisoo. His arms were mirroring hers in the way they were crossed.

Jisoo sharp gaze flew to the leader but ultimately stayed silent.

“Come on Soo-ah. This isn´t you and you know it. We´ve seen you having bad days but this is way beyond a bad day. Talk to us, maybe we can help you?”

Jisung didn’t know what to do. Jisoo looked at her 3 remaining members.

“M´not having a bad day…”

Chans eyebrows almost vanished into his hairline with how high he raised them.

The girl wasn´t in the mood for another scolding from him but it seemed that 3Racha was not having it. Her vision turned fuzzy every time she tried to focus for too long and her abdomen was cramping up for the, what felt like, millionth time that day!

It was something she suffered from every month like clockwork and Jisoo always, without fail suffered the most on the first and second day!

Most of her fellow female trainees had stopped getting their period due to stress a while after having started at the company but not Jisoo.

It was just the first time it happened in front of the boys!

When she was still living in the girl’s dorm, everyone understood what was happening but the guys were a bit different. They of course knew about periods and all but it wasn´t something they usually had to think about.

“It´s not important. Just leave it!” she hissed before tensing up as the pain took over again.

“Not important? Bambi you can barely sit still without whatever is making you tense! You snap at us as soon as one of us looks at you funny or breathes in your direction and you have a hard time focusing! Don´t say this is not important because it clearly is!”

“You can’t help me either way so WHY are so intent on me telling you what’s going on?!”

“Because we care about you! And we want to help you but we can’t if you aren’t talking to us! Don´t you trust us?” Jisung insisted while playing with his hands.

Jisoo was silent. She didn´t know what to say without saying too much.

It made her a bit uncomfortable to talk to them about it and now she was supposed to explain what was causing her sour mood? No thank you!

“It´s not that I don´t trust you! I just- It´s you know that thing….” She trailed off, looking at her members like they magically knew what she was going through just by looking at her.

The very unimpressed looks they gave her told Jisoo that in fact No. They did not know what she was going on about!

“That thing?” Changbin asked, wanting her to continue.

“You know. THAT thing! That once-a-month thing.”

It seemed to finally click for them because both Changbin and Jisung immediately made faces but tried to hide it as best as they could!

“You have cramps right? That´s why you´re so tense, cause you´re in pain?” the ever observant leader asked softly.

Jisoo nodded carefully.

“Cramps, headache, I’m hungry all the time and the way Minho-ssi was looking at me was annoying. Like I know he doesn´t like me, but he could at least hide it sometimes!”

Changbin got up from his seat and sat down next to her before making her sit down between his legs. Without a word he put his right hand on her stomach to sooth the pain.

It looked awkward but he refused to let her get up, knowing that the gently pressure he applied over her shirt helped her. At least if the relieved sigh the female let out was any indicator.

Chan went through the drawers on his desk.

“Gummy bears, chips or chocolate?”

Jisoo was confused for a moment. It took a second until she realized, he was asking her what snack she wanted.

“I- chips please…”

The quokka looking member also settled down on the couch with a bottle of water.

Chan handed her the open bag.

“We are going home and you will rest until tomorrow and later we are talking about this as a group! No questions asked understood?”

Jisoo nodded. The warmth of Changbins hug and the pressure of his hand on her stomach lulled her into a trance.

“Just close your eyes for a bit. We´ll wake you when the van arrives.”

With those words the girl slowly drifted off.

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