#first of all it should be illegal to be so funny i had to giggle every couple seconds

[filthgarbage86]

Take me to Church

Note: this definitely has absolutely nothing to do with the church, but when Eddie feels you for the first time, he's convinced he's found a new religion: you.

You're over at Eddie's for a movie night and dinner like every other week. Normally, you both agree to just wear your pajamas for ultimate comfort. But tonight, you were a little bit more comfortable than normal...

Content warning: smut. filth. innocent, painfully innocent reader. lots and lots of consent, lots of reassurance. Praise kink/degration kink. Body Worship. reader!has a vagina, Eddie x reader, ass grabbing, fingering, p in v, kitchen sex, teasing. Let me know if I missed anything!

you had to know

Eddie is sitting on the edge of his seat, in the kitchen, as you're reaching for something in the cupboard.

Except you're in your night-time wear. Which is always a big shirt and underwear. But you usually put shorts on or pants on in front of Eddie, you guys had only just recently gotten together. You were still getting comfortable with him.

You seem to be plenty comfortable, because as you're not wearing your shorts or pants. You're wearing cheeky, little, boyshort undies that have Eddie realizing he's never really seen your ass. And he feels like he's transcended.

Surely you know that you're showing your whole ass right now.

But you continued to reach on your tiptoes to get something, a snack from the top shelf, but you still had to reach with every inch you could.

"Should I say something?" he thought to himself, immediately followed by the smallest, tiniest, moment of selfish-intent of he didn't want to say something. He wanted to enjoy just looking at you, completely unaware.

"Am I allowed to look? Is this okay? We are together, it's not illegal i guess, but what if-" his spiral came to stop as soon as you came back down, flattening your feet.

You mindlessly pull down your shirt, just like you normally do, oblivious. Until you turned around. And you're greeted with Eddie turning his head so quickly down to the table, trying to cover the bright flush of his cheeks, hoping he didn't get caught. He definitely got caught.

What's up with him? What could have... You immediately go to cover your ass, literally, and are bug eyed. He was totally looking. You giggle a little to yourself. Eddie was staring at your ass and you totally caught him.

"What's so funny?"

"I don't know, what's got you so flustered, huh? See something?"

It was his turn to go bug-eyed. "I didn't mean to- not that I didn't want to, I mean I did, but I didn't want you to get uncomfortable- but I thought for sure you had to have known- but i didn't want to- I was"

You're giggling once again, you've finally got big, scary, mysterious, metalhead dork babbling on, all because he got caught looking at your ass. You walk over very swiftly but gently and hold onto his face, his cheeks immediately warming yours. His face settles into your hold, you loved when he did this.

"Eddie, it's okay, I'm not mad."

"You're not?"

"No, of course not, I'm just a little embarrassed"

"Angel, why are you embarrassed?"

It's your turn to blush, "cause.. you know.. i didn't really realize you were paying attention and that my ass was just out. it's a bit embarrassing of me."

He immediately puts his hands on the curve where your hips and waist meet "Honey, I promise you, it was not embarrassing in the slightest. I felt very guilty at how lucky I felt..."

"Guilty? Lucky? What are you-"

"Can I touch it?"

"What?"

"Y/N, can I touch your ass?"

well shit you are officially more flustered than he was before all of this. Shit. What was even happening? You couldn't do much more than nod your head slowly and softly. He was going to die, how could someone be so fucking hot and so fucking cute at the same time?

"Are you sure? I want you to be fully comfortable. You can tell me how you feel if you don't want me to okay?"

"I know. It's okay. You can do it."

"Can do...?" Okay now he's just being mean.

you are trying to look everywhere else, but it's hard when he's still sitting at the kitchen chair and looking up at you like you hang the stars individually. You take a deep breathe, close your eyes, and at that he squeezes your hips a little. God damn it, you thought you were in control in this situation. "you can... touch me, Eddie"

"Thank you" and with that he slides his hands down your hips with a slight squeeze, then your thighs, first the front a few times, to the sides, wrapping his arms and hands around your thighs starting from the backs of your knees and slides up to grab your ass. Finally.

Both of you groan at this gesture. Your body felt like it was on fire just from his touch, you're already doomed. It felt so good to touch you, you were so soft and were so perfect to him. He couldn't stop groping and kneading and gripping onto your ass as though he was trying to burn the feeling into his head. He practically was.

You breathe out a quiet "Eddie" and he groans again

"Yes Angel?" "Nothing it just.. feels.. good. Thank you" "oh you sweet, beautiful angel, no need to thank me, you are worthy of worship." "Cheeseball." "I'm so serious. you look like those paintings we had to study in history."

You were so fuzzy brained just from his touch, you wanted him to keep touching you. You wanted more. You needed more. It was almost like he heard your thought. He takes one of his hands regrettably off you, but just long enough to where your whine in protest turned into another breathy moan. He grabbed the back of your neck and kissed you feverishly, gripping onto your ass with his other hand hard. You wondered if there would be marks left over, you hoped there would be.

You couldn't stand even the slight distance, you give up caring and straddle him on the kitchen chair. Before wrapping your arms around his neck to keep him close to you, not wanting to take your lips off his for even a second, you moved his hand back onto your ass. He groans, deepening the kiss and holding and groping and feeling you.

He moves then to kissing your jawline, down your neck, and up to your sensitive spot near your ear where you could feel and hear every breathe, every whine, every moan this man let out and you were lost. You were completely lost in the moment, your whole body on fire, a heat you've never felt before. You needed him, desperately.

"Eddie, I want.." "Hmm? What was that baby? What do you want?" "Mmmhmm eddieeee" He loosens his grip slightly, having you whine again in protest, "What do you want princess? What do you need?" "I want you to touch me." He chuckles to himself "I am touching you honey" "I mean.. everywhere" "What was that?" Bastard even leaned into you so you could repeat your whisper

"Damn it, Eddie, I don't know. I just want you to touch me everywhere, touch me like you want me."

His face was so still for a second, before his eyes flash with vigor, something sinister behind them, coupled with a wicked smile that went ear to ear. "I can touch you baby?"

"Please."

You would have thought you just told him he won the lottery and are performing in Vegas. He crashes his mouth back onto yours and holds your hips down as he grinds up into you, causing you to gasp at the friction. He used that moment to deepen the kiss, engulfing you in the understanding that he wasn't just touching you how he wanted, but how he needed.

His hands were everywhere. On your hips, thighs, your chest, your ass still, wrapped around you, he couldn't stop until he memorized every single inch of you. He has you writhing under his touch. You were delirious, grinding down onto him as he worked you up. Both of you were just a pair of huffing, panting, moaning messes.

"Do you... want to.. move to.. my room..." Eddie said in between kisses, which he took turns where he was kissing.

"No I need you now. Right now. Please."

"In the kitchen? that's filthy, baby"

"Doesn't matter, I want it, I need you. Please."

"Don't gotta tell me twice"

He lifts your shirt off first, practically drooling at your exposed chest and you had to fight every intention of hiding them. He quickly disguarded his own shirt and then latched his mouth onto one of your nipples and teased the other with his fingers.

"fuck.. shit... god yes. thank you."

"Fuck you're so polite baby, how'd I get so lucky to have such a well mannered filthy little slut?" you whimper at his words, near tears from pleasure. This was going very fast but you were so caught up in it, you didn't dare stop it.

Eddie took one of his hands and slithered down and down and down until he reached your cute, sinful little booty shorts and spread your ass just slightly to rile you up again. This man was going to be the absolute death of you.

He slowly drags then his hand down until he's literally holding your clothed pussy in his hand and you have to really control yourself not to immediate grind down into his touch. That didn't last long though, as he presses two fingers gentle upwards to add pressure directly to your clit. Your eyes roll back a bit, you're so sensitive right now and you just want to put your head down into his neck but you didn't want to give up just yet.

You finally do grind down onto him and he grabs you by your ass with both hands, stands you up, pulls your underwear down while staring you. You couldn't not look at him but that didn't stop you from going completely fuzzy brained. You felt like you were short circuiting.

"You still with me, Angel? You're awfully quiet" "I just don't want to ruin it." "Sweetie, you couldn't ruin this. You are... everything. Like you are so unbelievably stunning, I don't know what to do with myself, but I have many ideas of what I want to do to you. If you still want."

"Yes please."

"Can I finger you, please?" How could you say no to him when he asked so nicely.

You settle back down onto his lap and his kisses turn more gentle. He kisses you on your shoulders, your collarbone, your neck, everywhere he could get to. Down the valley of your chest, even kisses you on both sides with such lightness it makes you dizzy and drunk from affection. You were in heaven.

As he's doing this, his hand slides back and behind you, slipping his fingers in between your pussy. You are soaked. Wet, sticky, sweetly soaked and he decides right there that he himself is ruined forever. He's never felt such a plump, soft, wet, beautiful pussy as yours. He rubs a few circles around your clit to test the waters a bit and are welcomed with breathy moans once again.

"Yes please" you whisper moan to him, your head really meeting his shoulder. He takes this as encouragement to keep going. He takes one finger and inserts it slowly, until he is knuckle deep. His finger starts pumping into at a pain-aching slow speed - "Eddie.. more please. Please a little faster"

He immediately responds and is welcomed with even more sounds. you are giving him so many hums and moans and whines as he changes up his speed, inserting one then two more fingers into you. He's still kissing you all the while and you couldn't care anymore what you look or sound like. It didn't matter, you were a goddess to him.

"That feel good, baby? You like that?" "Feels sooo goooood eddieeee, thank youuu"

"Anything for you, angel. Fuck, you're doing so so so well."

"Can you fuck me, please? I'm ready. I want you to fuck me."

He slips his fingers out of you, leaving you empty long enough to pull down his boxers down enough to spring his dick loose, slapping against his stomach. It was big. It was long. Oh fuck, why are you both scared but so excited at the same time?

You resaddle him, literally feeling like you're saddling up, take hold of his dick and rub the head against your slick. Both of you groan at the sensation, Eddie more so once your hand fondled his cock a bit to distribute your slick onto his dick as lube and he was going to lose his mind. Finally, you line up, and start inching your way down down down until you're flushed against Eddie's lap.

Both of you just sit there for a minute, Eddie trying not to blow his load just from how warm you are and how well you squeeze his cock around your walls. You've never felt this full before, you've heard of the stretch before but you felt like you felt Eddie in your stomach and it felt good. You started rocking a bit and you start seeing stars.

It isn't long until Eddie is humping into you to meet how you bounce and grind down into Eddie, both of you wondering how this could feel so damn good.

"Fuck, you feel amazing." "You too, shit, you're so big" "You're so warm, you're perfect, I'm going to fuck this pussy any chance I get, fuck."

"Yes please, Yes please, Yes please"

You both start going faster, faster, faster until you were losing your rhythm and was obviously trying to hold out. "Babe I'm not going to last long if you keep riding me like an animal" "Me neither, I'm fuck so so so close, please please please"

Your pleads turn into a loss of breathe when your climax tips over you and crushes into you. You're seeing white light and stars until you feel nothing but warmth. Eddie's pumping into you one, two, three more times and then he releases himself. Thank gods you were on birth control. You two just sit there in bliss, ecstasy washed over both of you.

You slump down into his chest and he wraps his arms around you, hugging you into him. You both sit there holding each other as you're catching your breath.

Well, your first time together certainly was eventful.

"So wait.. should I wear shorts around you again or no?"

"If You deprive me of that simple joy and rightful access, I'll protest until the day you understand your ass is my new religion."

That has you laughing hard again, in the midst of your bodies sticking together. "But seriously, you do whatever you're most comfortable. But I wouldn't ever protest to be able to pay worship."

You smack him in the shoulder at that, but you were blushing none the less. You didn't know what you were going to do or how to thank him for looking at you that way. He still felt like he should be thanking you. The feelings were mutual.

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Author's Notes: oh heyyy so like literally all my other pieces, I have uh no fuckin clue where this came from but I definitely needed to share the thought with y'all. Hope you enjoy and if not, please just scroll! Let me know know if you liked it!

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things 4

[sidemenxyn]

Pub crawl, (chips video)

Tw: alcohol use, language, drunk people, throwing up and I believe that’s it!

Ik when you read this it will be different to the one video I based it on, but it will have the same concept.

Harry (w2s) Lewis x Y/n (w3s) Willows, (afab reader)

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“Welcome to another pub crawl! Today we have teams of two!” The camera panned to you and the others as Chip finished speaking. You smiled brightly as you saw the camera turned your way. Chip continued “the teams are, Reev and George!” “Me and ArthurTv!” “Chris and Theo, and then Bonnie and Clyde! Aka Y/n and Harry!” You all laughed loudly at the small joke.

You looked at Harry to see him pulling you in for a small hug as Chip was giving out costumes. Then he and the camera man stopped in front of you and Harry and joked “we all know Harry has done some illegal substances” you all laughed as you watched Chip hand Harry a prisoner costume “so I believe it’s time you should pay the price and be a felon and your lovely missus will be the prison warden!” The group all laughed as you were handed the police costume. You giggled at the costumes. Chip and Arthur were golfers, George and Reev were ketchup and mustard, Chris and Theo are the chicken and the egg then you and Harry were a prisoner and policewoman.

So the game has began, the group had showed up at the first pub. You all sat outside the pub, waiting for the mystery pint or shot. Chip and Arthur walked out with some glasses, you heard Harry asked “is that a Bloody Mary?!” You looked over to Chip and to which he nodded. Chip presented “so first up a Bloody Mary each! No challenges on the first hole but there are more to come.” You watched as Chip and Arthur downed their drinks. Then Reev and George, as George almost finished his glass he tipped his head forward. And being the competitive people Harry and yourself were, you two were the first to point out “he tipped his head back, that’s one!” Chip and the rest agreed. George joked “gosh you take your drinking very seriously, wouldn’t suspect you pair were alcoholics.” You all burst out with laughter knowing you and Harry can drink well and hold it well.

It was now your turn to down the Bloody Mary, you hear Theo joke “watch now she’ll wolf that down her!” You side-eyes Theo and began to down the drink with ease. You and Harry high-fived as you place the empty drink down on the table. You looked at Harry and encouraged “right, your turn now, you can do it Haz.” You all watch him as he too down his drink with ease. You all clapped and Chris laughed “the alcoholic couple everyone.” To which you jokingly bowed to.

You all grabbed your things and moved onto the next pub. As you were you walked with Reev and Harry as you three were in a conversation.

Now as you arrived at the next stop, Chip got the groups attention “right! Second hole so that means there is a challenge! And that is your partner has to pour your drink while you drink it, so basically you can’t hold the glass your partner does.” Chris said “oh I got him to pour my drink?!” As he points at Theo, Theo gives a shocked facial expression as he defends “I’ll be good I swear.” You laughed at the pair.

The drink were out and you and Harry decided to go first. Harry told you “give me your hand, if you need me to stop squeeze my hand, ok?” You nodded as your fingers intertwined with his. You downed the drink while Harry kept tilting the pint glass up. Once you were done Harry gave you a hug as you didn’t back down once. Is that a coincidence? Not really.

It was now Chip and Arthur’s go, Chip held Arthur’s glass as he began to drink. As Arthur was drinking, he squeezed Chip’s hand. Chip stopped which caused them a point, Arthur then moved his mouth away from the glass causing a spill which added another point to their chart.

As you were walking to your next pub, you were slightly more tipsy now. So being the funny troublemaker you are, you ran over to Harry and jumped onto his back. You all were laughing loudly, so what Harry did was sling you over his shoulder and carried you.

Once you had got to the third pub, Chip declared the second challenge “in this pub you will have to be blindfolded and your partner has to guide you with their voice!” So you were handed the blindfold. Tying it at the back of your head, you turned your head and heard Harry say “right, love, you need to go forward.” You took a few steps and then he said “ok! Now go right” you turned your body and started to feel dizzy then you tripped but felt hand grab your waist. Knowing it was Harry you thanked him as you and the boys laughed. He said “right the table is two steps in front of you.” You took those two steps and felt the table against your thigh. So felt around the table then felt a cold glass. “Is this one mine?” Harry replied “yeah, go for it!” You picked up the glass and chugged it like there was no tomorrow. Finishing the glass you felt for the table and placed the glass back down.

Taking off the blind fold, you and Harry cheered as you did it. You watched as the rest of the boys did it, then you helped Harry get another victory.

–—–

Some time later…

–—–

It was now getting dark and you all had made it to the last bar. You asked Chip if you could go to the toilet, just in case it would’ve deducted any points. He aloud you, so you went to the bathroom. You went into the stall and did your business. Once you got out you saw two random girls fighting right there and then. Your face grew shocked, so not trying to get involved you walked around the two fighting on the floor and went back over to the boys.

Once you sat down Theo laughed “Y/n, looks like you’ve seen a fucking ghost!” You said “well I just went the toilet and I walked out to see two girls fighting!” The boys were shocked and Chip looked at the camera “that’s what you get in British pubs!” You said “they were going for it too!” As you said that you saw them getting kicked out “over there!” “That’s them?” “Yeah.” You all had calmed down now as you rested your head against Harry’s shoulder.

Chip said “right, the last one! No challenges just down the ping and we’ll see who wins!” You looked at your Guinness, looking back up you watched as George finished his drink off. Then it was Harry’s turn and as expected, he downed it in one. Then you did the same, Arthur downed his in two and the it was Chip’s turn. He did it in two as well, but as you were talking to Chris you heard “Shit” you looked over to see Chip has thrown his Guinness back up and into his cup. You automatically handed Harry’s and your cups to him so he wouldn’t be sick on the pub’s table. He paused and then threw up into the two glasses. Theo spoke “Josh! Josh drink some water!” You went over to the counter and asked “could I get two bottles of water please.” You handed the money as the placed the bottles on the counter.

Walking over, you handed Chip the bottles of water and said “drink them I have some paracetamol in my bag if you want any?” He nodded. You watched as Harry handed you the paracetamol and then you grabbed two of the tablets and handed them to him.

After the video was down, you all called it a day and headed home.

You were now cuddling with Harry on your sheared bed, playing with his hair he smiled as he slowly drifted off. You then too started to fall asleep. At least you knew that you and the boys enjoyed themselves and Chip has a great video to put out.

#platonic sidemen x reader #sidemen #sidemen x reader #harry lewis x reader #sidemen x y/n #sidemen x you #w2s x reader #w2s imagine #w2s #harry w2s #platonic sidemen #side+ #sidemen couple #sidemen harry #harry lewis x you #harry lewis x y/n #y/n #youtuber x reader #youtuber #youtube #pub crawl #chip #theburntchip #tobjizzle #ksi #vikkstar123 #behzinga #zerkaa #miniminter #drunk

[crimsonji]

୨୧ Unspoken Feelings of a Matra

“ a certain someone has caught the eye of general cyno without even trying… “

ft. cyno x gn!reader

cw: fluff, mutual pining, cyno is sickly in love w you (same energy as a schoolgirl crush), wingman tighnari!!!!!!, bullet point notes, wrote this while brainrotting, not proofread

>> 🍁 kazuha's musings : ty to @seveninchesfrominsanity for brainrotting with me about this… cyno is such a dork ugh I love him he’s great. also I hope it’s alr I included the concept that Collei has a bunch of romance novels!!! It’s such a funny and cute idea it was hard not to mention it somehow. I always seem to be spilling paragraphs when it’s about Cyno

Cyno vividly remembers the first day he met you, which was when he had to confront you about the recent case of a group of Akademiya students smuggling canned knowledge and illegally selling them to certain classmates of yours. Right away he knew something was… Off about you, different. Back then he couldn’t put his finger on it, already too focused on the issue at hand to delve into the reasoning behind the way his mind felt more at ease simply by your presence.

You looked fairly unfazed when Cyno walked over to you with the same stoic look on his face, carrying that intense aura around him wherever he went. All you greeted him was a polite smile that he could tell wasn’t forced, not one bit. Your overall presence and conversation that somehow slowly turned more relaxed thanks to you put Cyno at ease—even if it was only slightly.

When you became acquainted, Cyno would have just called you ordinary. An ordinary Akademiya student who hadn’t even heard about knowledge capsules being spread around until Cyno had inquired you about it—him being fairly surprised when you insisted to Celestia and back with helping him with investigating; as you were quite agitated by students who seemed to take their time at the almighty Akademiya for granted. Now, he wouldn’t say it out loud but there would be much, much more he’d have to say about you…

He shouldn’t dwell too much on the details, though. In the end, you ended up helping him out and getting your hands on leads that he probably wouldn’t have been able to obtain if this was a one-man operation. From that day forward, you’d be happy to call the matra one of your friends and he would as well. Surprisingly Cyno had found himself running into you quite often; at some point he would’ve just thought wherever he was you probably weren’t too far off.

One day, Cyno decided he should test one of his latest jokes on you—one that had been brewing in his mind for at least a week or so. He normally told jokes as to “lighten the mood”, but you already seemed to act natural around him. It’s alright, he might as well take this opportunity to stop pestering Tighnari with his latest material and, if he was lucky enough, to strengthen your bond at the same time.

Once he had told the joke, the last thing he was expecting was watching your face break out into a huge smile and hearing you softly giggle at him… Huh, he wasn’t anticipating this to happen. You must be easily amused or maybe his jokes have gotten better! He’ll be sure to relay this information to Tighnari soon.

Tighnari couldn’t contain the slight irk on his face once Cyno told him that a poor soul out there was subjected to one of Cyno’s jokes and actually found them funny. And he couldn’t help but notice the upbeat of Cyno’s mood or the barely visible smile on his face when he was talking about you… 

Cyno developed a habit of telling his jokes more often around you—telling himself that as your friend, a part of his duty is to make your day better with his corny jokes. But maybe, just maybe, deep down there was another reason to this. Like the way your eyes squinted and creased at the sides, a faint dimple or two that showed on your muscles whenever you smiled; or was it that wonderfully soft laugh that rang in Cyno’s eardrums?

He wanted to keep hearing you laugh, to see you smile because of him. Yes, it’s perfectly normal for someone to want to see their friend happy. Not only that, but this foreign feeling had begun to form and flutter around Cyno’s chest; a strangely light and airy sensation that at times clouded his sharp mind. Was it normal to be feeling like this? He had never felt this way when he first met you, so why was it growing stronger by each interaction he had with you…

Moreover, why did Cyno want to chase this feeling? Was he sick, maybe? Or something had happened in the past weeks he had befriended you that slipped past him? Now, just thinking about you made his stomach fill with butterflies and chest tighten in such an uncomfortable and wonderfully weird way.

“…Are you stupid?”

“Pardon?”

Cyno stared at Tighnari blankly as he stared back, face written in obvious annoyance and deadpan. Cyno had taken a quick visit to Gandharva Ville and looked for Tighnari to discuss his… dilemma with you. Once Cyno had relayed your past encounters and his ‘symptoms’, that was when he was gifted with a painfully unamused look from his close friend.

Tighnari looked conflicted almost, trying to think of what to say in a way where Cyno still understood his point; letting out an exasperated sigh. “Listen, I’m not expert in this, but… I think you just have a crush on them.” he guessed just being plainly honest was the best method instead of sugercoating it.

Unfortunately for Tighnari, Cyno just happened to be as dumb as a rock when it came to relationships. Cyno shot him a cold glare, face slightly reddening at Tighnari’s words. Oh boy, he’s still in the denial stage.

He quirked an eyebrow, “What do you mean by that?”

“Well, everything you said seems to check out my hypothesis.” Tighnari casually stated, absentmindedly pulling out a notebook and jotting down some notes for a reason unknown to Cyno.

When he looked back up at him, he just looked… confused. Still totally lost while he was desperately trying to connect the pieces to no success in his brain. If he kept this up any longer, Tighnari’s brain would probably melt from how dense he was being.

“How would you feel if they went on a date with another guy?” Tighnari blurred out and flipped his notebook shut; carefully watching Cyno’s reaction as his eyes widened at the strangely sudden question.

He may be well versed in keeping a neutral face, but Cyno couldn’t contain the grimace when he further pondered on the hypothetical scenario; remembering the numerous times he’s heard your laughter only this time, it’s because of another person.

“…Tch.”

“See~?” Tighnari was halfway-amused by Cyno’s strong reaction to this idea, “Might as well admit it now instead of letting yourself suffer in denial—Master Tighnari’s always right, as they say…”

At this point, Tighnari and Collei had met you a couple of times; just enough to get familiar with what you were like. It was suffering for Tighnari to watch Cyno blush and get tongue-tied just from you looking at him or seeing Cyno stand there like a lovesick buffoon; staring at you from afar after parting ways.

Collei had listened to a few muttering complaints about Cyno’s dense attitude from Tighnari a couple of times; but she was mostly too embarrassed to try and give her own input on Cyno’s situation. The only kind of intense love she felt for someone was familial and for Amber, and Collei always thought she was too young to be thinking about things like dating…

However, she did have a varied collection of romance light novels stored away in a bin in her bedroom. This genre wasn’t something she would’ve chosen herself, but Amber seems to keep sending them for whatever reason… But, maybe these books could prove some use to Cyno! It wasn’t much, but it felt like it was the least she could do after Cyno helped her through such difficult times in the past…

She’s way too flustered to try and give these to Cyno in person, so she wraps them in paper and asks Tighnari to give them to Cyno next time he visits. Tighnari had tried asking what exactly she was giving him, but decided it wasn’t anything to worry about and gave the package to Cyno without a word.

Fair to say he was really surprised by the contents of the package, carefully reading the note Collei had written.

“I’m not exactly sure what your relationship is with (Name), but both Master Tighnari know you seem to really care about them! Amber kept giving me these books when sending letters, and I think they’d be useful for you right about now. P.S. Please don’t tell Master Tighnari I gave you these! He’d probably confiscate them if he knew… -Collei”

Cyno’s conversation with Tighnari had stuck with him for a while, he needed some time to sit on it. Sure, he liked you, but romantically? Romance was something that never interested him once, but if the context is related to you somehow, then…

He needed to confirm this possibility for himself. Next time he’d meet you, he’ll take note of how he was feeling before he saw you and after; call it a little experiment of his. Only thing is, the simple thought of running into you made Cyno more excited than it’s worth.

Poor guy just really needs a wake up call. It takes a long while for Cyno to finally stop lying to himself and say “Yes, I like them.” once he did accept this, he was still trying to wrap his brain around the concept of love. Tighnari was so relieved that the constant gnawing feeling could finally stop once his friend came to terms with his romantic attraction for you, but that would only be the beginning to a long, never-ending journey…

Now with Cyno’s acceptance arc out of the way, he decides it’s time to find a way to try and convey how he feels in a very discreet way (keyword; discreet) He had taken a few notes on the romantic novels Collei had gifted him, deducing that people favour grand romantic gestures and dates at places that ‘set the mood’, per say.

Tighnari had been convinced to help Cyno in his mission to impress you multiple times. He could have easily said no, but maybe a part of him did want to see his friend happy with someone he clearly cared a lot about.

Cyno always said went to Tighnari to discuss new ideas to win your affection; and one time he told Cyno that you probably liked people who made you laugh, and that he already had some form of advantage(?) in this category.

As soon as he said that, the pit of dread formed in his stomach once he saw the scarily excited and determined look on Cyno’s face. Now he had a new reasoning behind his jokes: one, to ‘lighten’ the mood and two, to see you happy.

“(Name).” You perked your head up from the book you were reading to look at Cyno, who was going through a set of Genius Invokation cards to match with the newest ‘meta’.

When you returned his gaze with a curious look, Cyno could feel his cheeks burn; but he kept his face apathetic, “I’d like to tell a joke.” he said.

“Sure!” You chirped back, closing the book shut and turning all your attention to your friend.

He coughs, “Why do we tell actors to ‘break a leg’?”

“I don’t know?”

“…To get into the ‘cast’.”

… Was it not funny? Cyno frowned, he was sure that’d make you laugh, maybe if he were to explain it then—

“Hehe… Ahaha…!” you cut off his thoughts when he heard you laugh, a sweetly airy and genuine giggle that matched perfectly with the adorable smile on your face. You were cute, he thought, eyes softening at your reaction only to find himself with a question that would forever be left unanswered.

Whenever he tried to make you fall for him, why would he only fall harder?

Tighnari ended up finding himself perched up in a tree while tinkering with a pair of binoculars; spying over you and Cyno’s afternoon “date”. (Collei had caught him up in a tree or two on a number of occasions, but she had managed to put the pieces together on what he was doing and to not interfere despite how curious she was…)

I don’t think it could even be called a date, it was more like a casual hangout between two people but one of them had happen to be sickly smitten over their friend. It had taken an embarrassing amount of courage for Cyno to ask you out to lunch, Tighnari quietly hyping him up and sending a weak thumbs up before watching him go and talk to you.

It had been going well so far, Tighnari ignoring the way Cyno sometimes tripped up on his words or looked like he was desperately trying to hold it together; but well enough that the two of you were having a good time. He zoomed further in, amplifying the focus as he watched you two casually talk and walk along the path leading to Sumeru City.

The reason why Cyno had asked Tighnari to watch was to take notes on his ‘performance’. He already scribbled a few lines onto the paper; such as ‘body too stiff’ and ‘speak louder you lummox!!!!!’ The mostly uneventful event continued as expected, Tighnari having to awkwardly shuffle into a corner of the restaurant you ate lunch at without getting noticed by you. He was mostly waiting on Cyno to do something he had planned before the designated time of your date, which was to give you a Sumeru rose and proclaim a brief and romantic speech before you left.

When that moment did come, the words only got caught in Cyno’s throat when you innocently turned to look at him after grabbing your attention. Was is always this difficult to speak? Or was it just your glowing radiance that made the matra quite literally stunned. He awkwardly crumpled the small sheet of paper stuffed into the fist of his hand, eyes turned down to the grassy fields supporting his feet before pulling a Sumeru rose from behind his back.

Cyno saw your eyes widen slightly in his peripheral vision, before a smile spread across your face with no restraint.

“…I had fun today, and I heard people give each other gifts to show their appreciation. So this is for you.” he quietly choked out, hand extended outwards to you and praying you didn’t see the slight quiver in his fingertips and palms sweating.

“Pff— Ahahahah…! I may or may not have gotten a rose for you, too…” you sheepishly reached behind you to reveal a freshly picked red rose in your grasp, its petals still in full bloom and painted in a beautiful red like wine.

When did you get that? He was sure he would’ve noticed it… Also, was he dreaming right now? He honestly felt like he may of passed out right then are there, but he quietly plucked the flower from your hands as you did the same. Cyno stared at it contemplated, staring at the individual petals before looking back at you with disbelief.

“But, why…?”

You cocked your head to the side confused, “Why? I think we both know the answer, wouldn’t you agree?” you smiled knowingly at the white haired man in front of you, grinning at his cutely dumbfounded expression.

“Your friend Tighnari knows a lot about plants, so I’m sure he knows the meaning of certain flowers…” your words trailed off and eyes wandered to the rose in Cyno’s hand, Cyno missing the red tint on your cheeks as you turned away.

“I should get going now.”

“Do you want me to accompany you?”

“Oh, no need. The sun’s just start setting, I’ll be okay. Be safe on your way home, Cyno!” you waved happily goodbye, quickly setting off on your way while Cyno stood there—slowly watching your form walk towards the horizon until he couldn’t see you anymore.

He looked down at the red rose, the meaning behind them…

“All roses tend to flourish best in full sunlight.” Tighnari approached Cyno slowly from behind, stretching his arms and turning to look at him with a somewhat smug smile tugging at his lips “They grow in moist, well-drained soil in warm environments. And as for the meaning…

The red variety symbolize passion and love. Some think the deeper the shade represents how committed you are to someone; but it depends on the person. I suppose. What do you think, Cyno?”

Really, he couldn’t be more happier.

#[🍁] kazuha's haiku collection #cyno x reader #cyno x you #cyno x y/n #cyno fluff #cyno smut #cyno fanfic #cyno #genshin impact #genshin #genshin fanfic #tighnari

[loserdiaz]

i was rewatching buck begins (as one does) and when they show his postcard at the construction side with the bright orange and yellow vest and the helmet in hand and all, i had this vision.

hear me out!!!

he met eddie after a minor accident at work where he ended upbat the ER where this really nice and hot doctor (eddie) treated him and buck flirted with him the entire time, giggling and blushing and making his injury seem worse than it was just to buy some more time with the guy. it was so blatantly obvious, and eddie never fell for it, but he played along anyway because he usually never pays attention to anyone or anything other than work and chris. but! this stranger is funny and nice, and the curly hair sticking to his forehead is just begging for eddie to run his fingers through it, and his smile is contagious and those dimples should be illegal actually.

fast forward to a couple of months later— they've been dating for a while. buck's construction crew teases him endlessly and relentlessly about eddie and chris but buck takes it gladly and proudly because this is the best relationship he's ever had and it's the first time where he's all in, body and soul. honestly? buck loves the teasing from his coworkers. he loves getting to talk about his boyfriend and his adorable, amazing, incredible son who has buck wrapped around his finger (in just a month, buck's already built an adaptive skateboard, a book shelf and fixed a desk for the kid)

he especially loves when eddie surprises him every now and then with lunch that they eat in buck's jeep. its a little uncomfortable, and then he has to clean up the crumbs later but it's so totally worth it when he gets to spend fifteen, twenty minutes with eddie talking about their days, making jokes and giggling like dumb teenagers in love sneaking around instead of the grown ass men they really are. (he is especially fond of the moments where eddie gets this loving, amused expression on his face as he reaches over and wipes some mustard from the corner of buck's lip with his thumb. the gesture feels so soft and intimate and buck gets all fuzzy and warm inside everytime.)

and eddie always gets the best food too! and it makes buck feel loved and cared for. and maybe the construction job is not his purpose in life and he doesn't quite know yet what he wants for his future. but he is certain he wants eddie and chris in it. and that's enough for now <3

#i dont know where this came from tbh #i just had this image in my head of eddie bringing buck lunch and them being so sickeningly in love giggling with their mouths full #and i love that #april rambles #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buck x eddie #buddie #buddie ficlet #? kinda ? #buddie drabble #911 abc #911 on abc #my writing #april writes

[evansbby]

since we're missing ari and his bunny, you mentioned in sweet devotion that ari didn't know where bunny picked up on swearing. Can we please get a small blurb/drabble on how and where Bunny learnt how to swear? I think it'll be really funny cause bunny probably learned it from her daddy without Ari realizing 😭

Warnings: dark!Ari, daddy kink, dd/lg, bunny hybrid reader, 18+ minors dni.

“FUCK!”

Ari’s eyes narrow as he looks up from his laptop at the sound of your yell. He’d been working on his laptop in your little girl bedroom while you played with your toys. And it had been quite peaceful up until now.

“Bunny. Get over here.”

You freeze and your eyes widen before you sheepishly walk over to your daddy. You already know you’re in trouble because daddy’s put on his “serious” voice. Last time he did that, your ass was sore for days.

“Yes, daddy?” You lisp cutely, hoping to appease him.

Ari frowns, “Don’t try and act cute, bunny. I heard what you said.”

You pout, “Stepped on my charger and it hurt! Couldn’t help it.”

Ari had bought you an iPhone recently, complete with a glittery pink case and matching pink AirPods. He’d bought it because you’d been good, and it was cute to see you with your little phone that only had his number saved under “Daddy💕🥰😚✨”. But now he was seriously reconsidering.

“You shouldn’t leave your charger lying around on the floor, baby. Maybe I need to take your phone away.”

“NO!”

Your eyes widen at the word that’s just come out of your mouth. Oh no. You’re not allowed to say no to daddy — not ever! Last time you said no to him, you’d gotten the belt…

Ari raises an eyebrow before coolly tapping his leg, and you waste no time in shuffling over to him and letting him pull you onto his lap.

“No, huh?” Ari says quietly, “First you swear, and then you say no to me. I’ll be honest, it’s not looking too good for you right now, bunny.”

Tears prickle in your eyes, “Sorry, daddy. Didn’t mean to — honest! Just… please don’t take my phone away! Use it to watch cooking videos ‘cause I wanna learn how to cook for you!”

Ari can’t help but feel his heart swell as he looks down at you. You’re batting your lashes at him and he knows you’re doing it on purpose. But fuck, you look way too cute — it should be illegal. With your fluffy little ears covering your face bashfully and your tail twitching against his leg as you cuddle into him. Goddamit, why did you have to be so cuddly and cute??

Lloyd would probably say that Ari was completely wrapped around your pinkie finger but the truth is that Ari can’t help but find you so adorable. And it’s not like you misbehave on purpose—you can’t help it that you’re so dumb and can’t understand right from wrong most of the time.

“Where did you learn that bad word, honey?” Ari asks you after gently prying your ears away from your face so he can see your eyes.

You shrug, “I dunno.”

“Bunny, tell me right now or else I’ll take your phone away. And I’ll put you in your cage for the rest of the day.”

You shake your head desperately, grabbing his shirt. Not the cage! You hate that dumb thing.

“Okay, okay! Heard you say it once. More than once, actually. When you were all mad and scary. But won’t say it now! Promise!”

How can Ari stay mad at you? When you look so cute and innocent? He can’t help but rain kisses all over your face till you’re giggling once more, your tears drying in your cheeks as you promise never to say the bad word ever again.

“You’re lucky daddy’s in a good mood, bunny baby.” Ari says, absentmindedly playing with your tail and smirking when your breath hitches. “But I’m afraid I still have to punish you. No phone for the rest of the day.”

Your lower lip wobbles but you nod — this punishment isn’t too bad. It’s certainly better than a spanking or a belting or the cage.

“You should consider yourself lucky, honey. Uncle Lloyd’s kitten isn’t even allowed to have a phone.” Ari says as he tugs your ear playfully before kissing your tears off your cheek.

Your eyes widen, you can’t imagine not having a phone (even though you’ve only had it for about a week. But still! You love watching YouTube videos and sending silly snapchats to daddy.)

You dutifully hand over your sparkly pink iPhone to Ari anyways, already itching to get it back at the end of the day.

Ari smiles, “Good bunny. Now, why don’t you play with your stuffies instead? Who’s this guy?” He picks up a toy at random, and it happens to be a golden stuffed monkey.

“That’s Mr Cheeseburger.”

“Okay, well, play with Mr Cheeseburger, honey. While daddy does his work.” Ari settled you down on the floor by his feet before going back to his laptop. “And bunny?”

“Yeah, daddy?”

“Next time you say a big girl word like that, I’ll make sure you can’t sit down right for a month. Got it?”

“Y-Yes, daddy.”

#totally self indulgent hehe #anon #ari x bunny #Ari levinson #dark ari levinson #ari levinson x reader #Chris evans #ari drabble

[jerzwriter]

When Husbands Become Prey 2: They Know What's Coming

Sometimes you write a fic and think, nah, this can't be! That was entirely too much fun to write! And this fic here is a perfect example of that!

This was all born out of this funny mistake. The lovely @lilyoffandoms took that and turned it into When Husbands Become Prey, and I thought it was just begging for a follow-up. Olivia belongs to the amazing @storyofmychoices, and Merida is Lily's, and these three pairs together always spark joy! I hope you enjoy it!

Book: Open Heart

Pairings: Bryce Lahela x Olivia, Ethan Ramsey x Merida Tobias Carrick x Casey

Rating/Warning: Teen + - it's risque but not explicit.

Words: 1,699

Additional A/N: Participating in @choicesmonthlychallenge - May Prompt - Lust

The men could practically feel their wives approaching; that kind of energy isn’t easily contained. Tobias’s eyes locked on Casey’s, a delighted smirk on his lips as he emptied the contents of his drink. He knew exactly what was coming. Bryce playfully chuckled at Olivia, looking so innocent yet alluring, as she sauntered his way. Smiling broadly, he leaned back on his barstool. Yeah, he knew exactly what was coming. Ethan was the last to take notice, doing a double take as his gaze met Merida’s. With a raised eyebrow, he flagged the bartender and ordered another drink. He, too, knew exactly what was coming.

Casey was the first to reach the bar and wasted no time. Pressed close against her man as she looped her arms around his neck. Taking that point system quite seriously, she pulled him into a kiss, easily adding two points to her tally and quickly approaching another three.  

“Well, well,” Tobias droned, the look on his face leaving little wonder of where his thoughts were going. “To what do I owe this pleasure.”

“You looked bored,” Casey simpered. “And I’m here to save you.”

“You know... I have a little fantasy that starts out like this... if you’re up for some role play...”

“Oh, for Christ’s sake!” Ethan grumbled just a seat away.

“What!” Tobias protested. “She’s my wife! I’m not proposing anything illegal!”

“Yeah, that’s a shame,” Casey sighed as the other women giggled.

“That you’re his wife?” Ethan chortled. “I couldn’t agree more. That is a shame.”

“No, wiseass,” Merida giggled. “She was hoping for something illegal.”

Ethan ran a hand down his face with a weary sigh. “Do I even want to know?”

“Probably not,” Bryce grinned as he happily welcomed Olivia on his lap. “But I’m sure as hell curious.”

“Oh, you should be,” the beautiful redhead purred, her teeth capturing his earlobe and tugging ever so slightly, leaving her husband forgetting his name.

Casey leaned closer to Olivia, placing an approving tap on her knee.

“Great work,” she whispered. “I’ll easily give you two points for that move!”

Ethan held up his freshly delivered drink and turned to an all too pleased Merida, his face devoid of emotion.

“Tell me,” he asked. “Do I need to down this drink to be prepared for what I’m about to endure?”

“Oh, honey,” she chuckled. “Call the bartender over and just tell him to leave the bottle. Because I’ve got plans for you.”

“Nice!” Tobias sang. “I’m telling you, Ramsey, you should thank all that’s holy for that woman every day... two times on Sunday.”

Ethan began to reply, but it was clear Tobias had little interest in his friend’s answer. He already had Casey by the hand, and they were rushing toward the door.

“Gee, that’ didn’t take long,” Olivia observed while snuggling closer to Bryce.

“Did you expect it would?” Merida asked.

“Nope, not at all.”  She turned to Bryce with a seductive little grin, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “What do you say, shall we follow their lead?”

Bryce’s jaw fell, and the look in his eye left no question of how pleased he was with the evening's developments.

“You know, I knew I was happy when you three ladies hit it off... but I never had any idea just how happy their corruption... I mean their friendship... would mean.”

“Shut up,” Olivia giggled as she hopped to her feet; she didn’t have to say a word, and Bryce was at her heels.

“Thanks for picking up the tab, Ramsey!” he yelled as they scurried away.

Merida was beaming with pride as she watched her charge step out of the bar. But she hadn’t forgotten her own mission. Shifting closer to Ethan, she seductively mounted the stool to his right. Her stilettoed heel running up and down the length of his calf. Ethan was trying to play it cool, but Merida felt her ego rise as she watched the man shudder.

“So what do you say, Dr. Ramsey,” she hummed. “We’re not going to let them have all the fun now, are we?”

Ethan took another sip of his drink and turned to his beauty, never losing an ounce of composure.

“What are you three up to?”

“Us,” she feigned insult. “Whatever do you mean. We’re sweet little lambs, never an impure thought between us.”

Ethan couldn’t hold back his amusement at that comment. “If you were talking about Olivia alone, I might believe you... but you and Casey... sorry, my love, not a chance.”

“At least you know me,” she grinned. “Now, let’s get out of here and...”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he insisted.

“What?” Merida gasped. “Ethan, do you understand what I’m offering?”

“I do. I’m also confident that there’s some sort of a sophomoric wager involved, one that you’re eager to win. Well. I’m not about to partake in childish games.”

“You’re kidding me, right?”

“I’m serious as a heart attack. I think you need to be taught a lesson, dear.”

“Heh,” she chuckled. “Depending on how you intend to teach me that... lesson... we could win this thing easily, so....”

“I’m not joking, Merida. I’m not leaving the bar.”

“Ethan! For heaven’s sake! Why?”

“I’ve already told you.”

Merida sat next to him, a smug look on his face as the scowl on hers intensified. Her phone vibrated in her pocket, and she picked it up to see “the girls” group chat lit up.

Olivia: You are so going down.

Casey: If you were spending less time texting and more time actually going down, you might win this thing, Liv.

Olivia: Oh, yeah? What are you doing?

With that, a picture of what appeared to be Casey’s strappy black sandals wrapped provocatively around Tobias’s neck arrived. Merida viscerally threw her phone onto the bar.

“I’ll take it that was Casey’s reply,” Ethan smirked.  

Merida glared at him out of the corner of her eye. “Yes! And color me jealous!”

Ethan didn’t know it, but Merida took his turning away as a declaration of war. There was no way she was coming in third! No way!

Jumping to her feet, she stood directly behind Ethan, her lips planting a trail of kisses from his temple, along his face, down the side of his neck.

“What are you doing...”

“Shhhh...” she ordered as her hands got in on the action; pleased with herself as the slightest groan escaped him as she kneaded his shoulders. “You know what I’m doing, Ethan. When have you known me to take no for an answer.”

Her hands were all over him now, gliding over the muscles of his arms, the contours of his chest, and she could feel him starting to surrender despite himself.

“Mer...” he started, but he was quickly silenced with a kiss. 

Ethan had to accept it. His wife could play him like a fiddle, and when it came to her, he was weak. His strong arms encircled her waist, pulling her perilously close as his searing kisses moved from her lips to her neck, settling on her collarbone. Overcome with desire, he seemed to forget where he was, lifting her with ease, he pressed her against the bar. 

While Merida remained well aware of their surroundings, she also didn't have a care to give. Her fingers ran through his thick,  wavy hair, pulling him back up where she greeted him with another fiery kiss. It was going delightfully well when the sound of someone loudly clearing their throat pulled them out of their lustful haze.

Merida playfully smiled at the security guard standing behind Ethan as he slowly turned around, wishing the earth would swallow him whole.

“Yes,” he asked.

“What are you doing?” The stone-faced guard asked.

“I think that’s rather evident,” Merida replied.

“Well,” the guard grumbled with a shake of his head. “I’m afraid you’ll need to come with me.”

“Relax,” Ethan insisted. “We’ll take it to our room...”

“No, you don’t understand... I said you have to come with me.”

“Why?” Merida demanded. “Our clothes aren’t even disheveled, for heaven’s sake!”

“Maybe not, but there is an ordinance in this town, and you can’t cavort like this in areas considered family-friendly.”

“FAMILY FRIENDLY!” Ethan yelled far too loudly. “It’s a bar, not a playground! You have to be 21 to get in here! How is this family-friendly.”

“It abuts the lobby, sir.”

“It abut... abuts... There is a goddamned door between us and the lobby! You must be joking!”

“I’m afraid not, sir. Now, come with me before I have to call back up.”

Ethan was seething, and Merida looked at him with a nervous, apologetic smile.

“I mean, it’ll make a great story one day,” she whispered.

Unamused, Ethan barked back. “That day is not today!”

The guard led them to a small, grey room off the main corridor and instructed them to take a seat. 

“What happens now?” Merida asked. “Are we under arrest?”

“I’ll be right back to explain,” the guard scoffed, closing the door behind him as he left the two alone, and Merida grabbed her phone from her purse at once.

“What are you doing?” Ethan asked.

“Texting Casey. Tobias has a get-out-of-jail fund... you know... in case they ever get caught... you know... in public.”

“He has a fund?” Ethan cringed.

“Hey! Don’t be so judgemental! It looks like it will come in handy right now!”

Casey instantly replied to Merida’s text, letting her know she and Tobias would be right down.

As Merida breathed a sigh of relief, Casey rolled on top of Tobias, breaking into a fit of giggles.

“So, how much did you pay the guard to do that?” She asked.

“I plead the fifth,” Tobias smirked. “But it was worth every penny.”

“Let’s get dressed. We should go tell them it was a prank.”

“Uh, uh, uh,” Tobias scolded, tugging Casey back on top of him and lavishing her shoulder with kisses. “Of course, we will, but... we can let them sweat a little first.”

“Tobias,” she laughed, offering the weakest of protests. “Our friends are probably pretty stressed out.”

“I know, and we’ll save them...  but not before adding a few more points.”

~~~

OK, so in my head, Bryce and Olivia come in first. After all, while the other four were up to this fuckery, they were paying attention to what mattered most. 😏 Tobias insisted he and Casey came in second - and would have come in first if they considered the entire trip - but he conceded to buying dinner the next time they all went out to make things up to Ethan and Merida. However, he will always maintain the prank was worth every cent!

@choicesficwriterscreations @openheartfanfics

Tagging others separately.

#choices fanfic #open heart #open heart choices #choices open heart #ethan ramsey #bryce lahela #tobias carrick #ethan ramsey x f!mc #bryce lahela x f!mc #tobias carrick x f!mc #playchoices #choices the stories you play #writer appreciation month #open heart fanfic

[random-writerings]

Movie Night

Ship: Robin Buckley x Nancy Wheeler

Summary: Robin has a fun idea for date night.

Word Count: 618

“Where did you get all these?” Nancy stared in astonishment at the pile of VHS tapes Robin had brought home.

“I work at the video store, remember? Steve and I take movies home all the time.” Robin shrugged.

“Isn't that illegal? Stealing from your workplace?”

“No, because we’re not stealing. We’re borrowing. I’ll take these in tomorrow, put them back on the shelves, and no one is any the wiser.”

“You guys have this down to an art, huh?” Nancy smiled, shaking her head slightly at her girlfriend.

It was date night, but neither of them felt like going out anywhere. With school assignments, long hours at work, and the sweltering summer heat, this week had taken its toll on both of them. And now, they just wanted to relax and enjoy each other’s presence. 

Robin was the one who suggested a movie night. Her parents were out of town, so they had the whole house to themselves. Nancy had assumed that Robin already had movies at home for them to watch, but clearly, Robin had other plans.

“Yeah. Anyway,” Robin began sorting through the tapes, “I figured because this is date night, we should watch rom-coms. We don’t own any of those so that's why I borrowed these.” Robin gestured to the pile, talking excitedly. 

“Rom-coms?” Nancy raised a questioning eyebrow. “Didn’t think you liked those very much.”

“Oh, I don’t, which is why I found ones that sound awful. Like, really terrible.” Robin saw the look of confusion on Nancy’s face. “They might be so bad that they’re actually funny.”

“Or they could just be bad and we’ll waste the whole night watching crappy movies.”

“That did cross my mind.” Robin held up a finger as she turned back to the tapes. “Which is why I brought some that sound somewhat decent. Or at least, ones I think you’ll enjoy.”

Nancy couldn’t help the butterflies fluttering in her stomach. Robin hated romance movies. She always said they were boring, and she couldn’t stand the second-hand embarrassment (especially during scenes of grand gestures and public declarations of love). Yet, she knew that Nancy did enjoy these kinds of movies, so she went out of her way to find ones that might be good. Robin would probably end up trying not to roll her eyes, but at least Nancy would have a good time. Robin may come across as cynical and sarcastic, but it was moments like this where Nancy realised how much she cared.

“Well, how about we try some bad ones first? Then, if it turns out they’re not funny, we can watch some of the ‘decent’ ones,” Nancy suggested.

“Sounds like a good plan.” Robin grinned, making a sweeping gesture with her arm. “Take your pick, and I’ll get started on drinks and popcorn.”

Nancy giggled at her girlfriend’s dramatics. She placed a hand on Robin’s cheek and pressed a quick kiss to her lips. She loved seeing the little stunned expression on Robin’s face every time they kissed. Like she couldn’t quite believe they were actually together. And after everything they had been through, Nancy knew exactly how she felt.

She considered each movie until she picked what sounded like the worst one. She put the VHS in the player and pulled out a cozy blanket. Robin emerged from the kitchen with drinks and popcorn, placing them down carefully on the coffee table. Then, she settled down with Nancy on the couch, tucking the blanket around the two of them. Robin wrapped her arms around Nancy, pulling her body close, and kissed her temple. 

Nancy felt all the tension leave her limbs, melting into Robin’s embrace. This was perfect, and she couldn’t be happier.

#femslash february #femslash february 2023 #stranger things #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #ronance

[reddie-fangirl24]

Proposal (A Reddie Fanfiction)

Eddie groaned very loudly, stomping back and forth around the run-down truck Bill lent to them to drive in for the wedding. It had been a full hour of fighting because Richie locked the key in the car. They missed out on getting a ride because they had to pee getting a ticket for the illegally parked car. And now they were going to miss their best friend’s wedding. 

“We ruined Ben and Bev’s night! Now they’re not going to have a fucking cake! That’s the most important part of a wedding! We can’t call anyone because our phones are locked in the fucking car that you locked! And it’s too dangerous to hitchhike. Who knows what psycho is out there ‘cause I’m not sleeping out here in this shithole!”

Out of frustration, Eddie kicked the tire, but it hurt more than he anticipated. Richie walked over to calm his boyfriend down. They sat down in the back of the truck. Despite how furious they were, either about the situation or with each other, that all went away as they enjoyed the silent night air as they held one another.

“We’ll think of something, baby. Haven’t we always?” Richie asked him, kissing his head.

Eddie sunk into Richie’s embrace, his worries diminishing. That hot feeling disappeared in his stomach. “I’m sorry, Rich. It’s really not you. I just...”

Richie waited for him to continue. He could feel the lingering fear from Eddie, embarrassed. He stroked his hand lightly down his back. “What’s a matter?”

The man shook his head, listening to the crickets. “It’s silly.”

“Do you have any idea who you are talking to?”

That made Eddie laugh. “You got a point.”

“Hey, this is not an ‘insult me’ time! I’m just trying to make you feel comfortable!”

“I don’t know... I guess I’ve just never liked weddings,” Eddie admitted, some weight lifting off his shoulders.

Richie’s stomach fell, his insides panicking. He faltered from their cuddle a bit. “Oh, you don’t?”

“I guess I used to until my own... with Myra.” He didn’t have to say her name, but as soon as it left his mouth, Richie could sense all the distaste. Maybe he should have had this conversation with him before going through with the decision.

“What was it like?” Richie asked, massaging a hand up and down Eddie’s back.

“The cringiest thing you’d ever see. None of what I wanted to do. Or even wear! It was all so fake. Plus, it was all of Myra’s friends and family. Just my mom came. But... her illness was bad at that point. I didn’t even want to fucking get married!” Eddie covered his face with his hands, shaking his head.

Richie kissed his head again, sniffing the scent of his shampoo. A little breeze swept through the area. Subconsciously, he pulled his boyfriend into his warmth a little closer, ignoring his own anxiety. “What would you do differenty?”

“Huh?” Eddie looked at him funny.

“I mean...” Richie struggled a bit. “If you were in charge, how would you have done it?”

Eddie’s eyes sparkled. “Well, I wouldn’t have it in a church for one thing. I’d rather have a wedding outside. Nothing in public, just a private space.”

“Like a view overlooking the ocean?” Richie asked with a smile.

Eddie nodded vibrantly, like a child. It made Richie giggle, his insides warming. This man was so adorable. God, he was so lucky! “An ocean or a gazebo in a park! And it would only be a small group of people.” Eddie’s face fell a bit. “I wish I knew you guys when I was with Myra. I was so lonely at the wedding.”

Richie snorted, his bellowing laugh echoing, interrupting animals from their slumber. “You’d really want to have me at your wedding to Myra?”

Eddie burst out laughing. Hearing Eddie laugh was enough for Richie’s ears. All he needed to hear was Eddie laughing and he was satisfied.

“Oh, she wouldn’t approve of that! Neither would my mom!”

“I probably wouldn’t have been allowed to come,” Richie nudged him. “What day was your wedding again?”

“June 1, 2001.”

“Really?” His eyeballs skyrocketed.

“Yeah, why?”

“You had your wedding the day I had my first comedy routine?”

“No fucking way!”

“Way!”

“You know, I think I recorded that,” Eddie told him, holding Richie’s hand. He smiled brightly at Richie which melted the man's insides. “I didn’t know you, but deep down I remembered you. Once we were at our hotel, Myra was so exhausted that she passed out in bed. I turned on the TV and I watched you. That was the best part of the day.”

Richie nuzzled their noses together. “Glad I was part of your wedding in some way.”

Eddie kissed him, deepening it by swerving his tongue through his mouth. This was not the right place but they had the urge to rip off their clothes and have the most romantic sex ever. Plus, there was this big cake.

“I think you’d look good in a purple suit,” Eddie said after a good minute of silence.

“A purple suit?” Richie asked, amused.

Eddie looked at him with the most loving smile he’d ever seen. “I don’t like traditional weddings.”

“How about a song?”

“‘You’re my Everything!’” Eddie answered without hesitation.

Eddie’s eyes never shined so bright. Richie swore that the moonlight made him look sexier, casting his smile, and the twinkle in his eye. “The song I sang to you in the hospital. I was just humming it. And you were asleep.”

“I still heard. It helped me fight.”

Richie kissed him. “Wow, Eds,” he uttered through the kisses. Eddie tussled his hand through his curly hair, bringing him closer, and sending wet kisses down his neck. Before this could really get out of hand, both heard a car engine stop.

“Richie? Eddie?” It was Beverly. In her wedding dress! And the other Losers!

“What are you doing here?” Eddie asked, relieved. Beverly ran up and hugged both of them.

“We thought something terrible happened to you!” she cried.

“No, this stupid car broke down!” Richie explained, pointing towards the vehicle.

“And then you locked the keys in the car!”

“Well, I told you to stay in the car!” Richie confronted him.

“Who doesn’t take the keys with them when getting out of a car?”

“If we were all Eddie Kaspbrak, then would you be happy?”

Ben broke up the lover's quarrel, knowing that it would go too far. “Guys, we really hate to interrupt, but we have everyone waiting at the wedding.”

“You didn’t start yet?” Eddie asked, again relieved.

“Of course not. How could we start a wedding without our best friends?” Beverly asked, waving her hands in the air.

“Let’s get the cake and head back,” Stanley insisted as he and Mike went to take it out of the trunk.

“Sorry about the car. Didn’t know it was almost out of gas,” Bill apologized, embarrassment written all over his face.

“Trying to figure out that ending has definitely gone to your head,” Richie smirked, patting him on the shoulder.

Beverly shook her head, hugging Richie. “Please, tell me that you didn’t go through with it, Rich. You know we all want to be together to see it!”

“See what?” Eddie asked, his brow turned up, startling Richie. Realizing what she said, Beverly threw her hand over her mouth.

Sweat pooled Richie’s forehead as he stared into his love’s eyes. Richie felt complete. The first time he saw Eddie again, standing in the restaurant, Richie felt like he melted into a puddle. Eddie was so handsome, and supportive, and kind, and brave, and wonderful... this could go on forever.

Grabbing a rock, Richie aimed it at the passenger side window. “Bill, may I?”

Shrugging, Bill nodded, confused. “As long as you’re not hitting yourself.”

Richie threw the rock, smashing the window. Hopping in as he scrambled to get the ring out of the glove compartment, Richie felt his heart racing. When he walked up to Eddie, the world disappeared. Only he mattered. Slowly, his knee popping, Richie got down onto one knee.

“Eddie, Eds, my Spaghetti-Eds, where do I start? I’ve loved you since kindergarten when you wrapped a bandaid around my finger because I had a papercut. You are an amazing man. I have been the happiest I have ever been with you these past five years. Waking up next to you, spooning you, or seeing a little drool hanging off your mouth is the definition of beauty.”

“Oh, fuck you, Richie!” Eddie sniffled, smiling so big. Tears prickled in his eyes.

“Jeez, I never expected to hear you say that when I’m proposing to you!” Looking at Eddie’s handsome face was enough to make his insides melt like ice cream on a hot day. Tears leaked from Eddie’s eyes. Clearly, he was seconds away from collapsing into tears.

“Eddie, you have made me so happy. I don’t know what my life would be like without you. I’ve learned so much about myself in the last year that I should have known but I’m too much of a self-pitying dumbass.”

“Would you stop?” Eddie swatted him.

Richie took another moment to look up at him to study all of his beautiful features. This was the man who made him feel better right after he read his first hate comment when he came out as gay. Eddie, the man who adored every inch of his body. Eddie, the first and only person he ever loved.

“Eddie, will you marry me?” Richie presented the ring.

Tears streamed down Eddie’s face as he burst into tears. “Yes! Yes, I will!”

There wasn’t a dry eye in the Losers Club as they applauded their best friends. Now they had two exciting events to celebrate tonight. 

#Reddie #it chapter 2 #it movie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #reddie fanfiction

[righteousdelusions]

rereading part 2 thoughts (part 2)

For all that Yuko is a crazy fangirl using a hero to justify her want for blood, i kinda like that she's not far off in that "Chainsaw Man kills bad guys" without nuance.

Also her saying the reality of CSM going to her school disappointing because he doesn't stop bullies, only devils. How would a Denji like that even look like, considering he... Doesn't have a solid grasp in human morality conventions...

Those panels where the bubble is behind the window... So cool

It's probably just a japanese school clothes convention (?) but i like how the devil hunters look like Jotaro. I think they are organized in a way that makes sense, if they were dealing with a weaker devil they could've had a chance...

This type of club should be illegal, then again, with so many deaths, i guess it's logical that people just don't know how to regulate things like teenagers wanting to be heros

Gives more weight to the theory that Yoshida's organization wants to make people avoid seeing devils in a more positive light or people think making contracts with devils is good

Btw why is the Justice Devil preying on so many kids? First the class prez, now Yuko. It seems as if its looking for something, maybe Justice also wanted to fight Chainsaw Man...

Yoru having a guerrilla armament hiding in almost every classroom is kinda badass. Also the fact she wanted to use Yukos body parts, because Yuko is Asa's. Yoru is neutral to this lesbian drama, but waiting to see what'll happen next. She's like me watching telenovelas

So messed up that she compared herself to the gun devil.... Her sense of justice is completely warped up. But that's the thing about justice right.... The way people use it.... And why they fear it....

Becoming a symbol once again is relevant... It really makes me wonder what will happen to Denji sjsjs

It's interesting that Yoru asked what Yuko offered in exchange and Yuko said nothing. I don't remember if they say it later, that's why I'm re reading. If Yuko is just lying, then that's funny. Of Yuko really didn't have to offer anything, then the Justice Devil was super duper using her for the shady reason they use school girls.

Klk reference

Yoru looking at the power of possessions coming from deep love with surprise... She already tried to found Asa a bf please don't get ideas in your head sjsj

Like a child's justice.... Pure revenge. The believe that just destroying the school will bring peace... Also justice devil is so funny for contracting with two morally dubious high school girls in love

The fact she blamed someone else because she couldn't accept SHE hurt Asa. Funny. But not funny haha

Never meet your heroes absjsj

You know Yoru feels smug that Denji is indeed Chainsaw Man like she told Asa to keep talking to him. Well, that if she recognized him

I suppose Denji tries to reveal things slowly because he thinks that makes him look more cool. I personally would've just transformed in front of the tv cameramen. But i guess we wouldn't have a plot

Also Denji trying to convince the frightened girl that he's human <\3

I don't understand why Yoshida hand signal has to be like that... Unnecessary

Also I've always thought Fujimoto's male hands had way too long fingers but it makes sense if he reads BL like ajsjsjsk long finger yaoi men Aki and Yoshida. You know he's giggling while drawing them

The way the girl looked at Asa... I wonder if she'll start a rumour...

Hilarious that they live in a world so bleak and dark and yet they say a girl has no backbone if she makes a deal with the devil... Truly a realistic depiction of society, kudos to Fujimoto

That dream is so cool... Visually i mean. Kinda makes me think Asa will keep killing every innocent that comes in contact with her.... Whatever it does mean, it will be sad. That Yuko sword must be powerful too...

Door leitmotif

Would you still love me if I was a worm

Also did she become a fiend and if she did, were Yukos feeling enough to mix with Justice, or Justice is just letting Yuko do whatever because if fits their plan

Yuko: I'm a bad person because I did something good to you because I wanted to be friends. Me: sure that's a sound logic, totally not warped up by loneliness and fan culture

Other people's thought drown her head. She can tell she doesn't really think that's justice... I guess, in order for true justice to happen, you need absolute truth. But truth is sooo warped up by people's perception of things... And a human can't hold all that in her head. So it seems justice is fickle. But i don't want to analyze justice too much as a concept, because Fujimoto and me come from two totally different cultures.... Also Fujimoto just does whatever anyway, like it's more about the vibe than a deep set philosophy. Then again Makima was pure domination in every sense of the world, so we shouldn't underestimate this story

Was Yuko fighting a complete possession? Also she's confirming here that yeah, Justice is at school looking for something.

Asa but you deserve to laugh, it's absolutely hilarious ajajsjs

Never promise to give back something like that... It's manga curse

That man is way more muscular than Yoshida c'mon, i don't think it'll be him but welp, we have to wait

Chainsaw Man part 2: Chainsaw Men

I like the art style a lot but the shadows are a bit distracting, they look too cartoony.... What's the point of that? Maybe it just looks cool

#csm spoilers #csm manga spoilers #chainsaw man #izzy.txt #anyway we're ready for today's episode sjsjsksks #words

[nobully]

RESTRICTED, for shenanigans

a comprehensive list of scenarios | 60. RESTRICTED : for both muses to sneak into someplace they’re not supposed to be.

Wang Yi hisses as the foot of the man above him digs into his shoulder.

' Ouch! Watch your heel. '

' You know breaking and entering is illegal, right? '

A suspicious giggle sounds from above him as Break clamors onto the wall. "So is blackmail."

' Hey, you blackmailed me first! ' And then Wang Yi bites back a yelp as paws dig into his shirt before their four-footed owner leaps onto the ledge besides his companion.

【The fact that he was able to blackmail you at all reflects poorly on you, Host.】

【A real villain would've avoided such obvious pitfalls.】

' A "real villain" just follows the script, ' Wang Yi retorts before joining them both. ' Xerxes, what do you see? '

"Not a thing." Perched contentedly on the wall, the resident mastermind of their harebrained scheme feels curiously unconcerned as he enjoys the night breeze.

' Hahah, very funny. ' But all right, it is pretty dark. ' What about you, Sao Ling? '

【No guards here, if that's what you're wondering. You're both in the clear and I can see the party on the lawn to our west.】

' This is still completely stupid. '

"Will your cat," Break remarks, with knowing emphasis on the last word, "not leave evidence behind if he joins us?"

' He exists on like, a separate plane or something, ' Wang Yi waves airily. ' Anyways, enough talk. Let's just get your doll and get out. ' He jumps down first, landing on some soft grass before turning to spread open his arms for Break. ' Do you need me to catch y— '

The next second Break descends soundlessly by his side, cane held out to maintain his balance as it tip brushes just shy of Wang Yi's ear. "This way," he adds and starts traversing across the lawn, ignoring the eyeroll that Wang Yi shoots behind his back.

Yeah, yeah. I'd like to see you try the same trick twice. Sao Ling lands on his shoulder before Wang Yi trails after Break, muffling his footsteps as much as possible while wondering how the guy manages to walk like a ninja with a gait like that.

Operation: Night at the Musuem had begun.

***

The story went like this: earlier that day Xerxes Break, connoisseur of fine art (since when, Wang Yi grumbles and doesn’t get an answer back) had been enjoying a pleasant stroll through the hallowed halls of Tempus Museum when the closing announcement went off. Like any good Spirale citizen (Wang Yi snorts at that, and Break offers him a napkin that makes him snort some more), he had left with the crowd out the lobby only to discover his dear Emily missing from his shoulder! Alas, the museum had closed by then and the guards refused him entry, so he was coming back at night to recover his forgotten friend.

‘ You can’t wait until tomorrow to ask Lost and Found? ’ Wang Yi asked when the sorry tale finished.

Break nobly set down the linzer cookie he was eating, though the effect was marred by the crumbs around his lips. “And sleep knowing Emily’s alone in that house of horrors?”

‘ I thought you said it was an art museum. She should be right at home if she’s as old as you… ’

“In no century does a man win approval for abandoning a lady after curfew hours, especially when she's a dear friend.”

Wang Yi had suggested going to the police, which Break had flat-out refused for something so trivial. Then Break had asked him to come along, which Wang Yi rejected in turn.

"Well, I could always ask Nicolette..." Break mused, resting his chin against his sleeve as he listened to the telltale sputter of the man across the table.

' She's busy, ' Wang Yi shook his head. Although Nicolette hadn't told him all the details, he heard she was having lots of fun wrecking havoc on the guys that had tried to dump them in the ocean once upon a time. Like hell he’d stop her now.

"I'm sure I could convince her. After all, there's that note you wrote with the candy—"

' Hey! ' Wang Yi barked back. ' Medical reports! Hard copies and digital! '

The two of them met gazes across the table (and really, reflected Wang Yi, it was annoying how Break had the habit of looking through you even when he was staring at you) before both fell back in their seats.

"Seven-thirty sharp," Break began, even as Wang Yi finished, ' And not a word. '

***

Sneaking into Tempus Museum at night was basically a death wish, but lucky for them some rich locals from Fibonacci were holding an Art Appreciation Party that night in the front lawn. More importantly, the curator had cleared them to have a limited "night tour" of the premises, albeit with close supervision.

' This is assault, ' Wang Yi sighed as they subdued two guests with his special cocktail of knockout drugs and dragged them under some bushes.

' I mean, all this work and for what? You don't even know if you'll find her, ' he added as they joined the rest of the guests while Sao Ling stayed behind to keep an eye on the bodies.

' I could be having a bath by now. I could've had two baths, ' he went on after brainwashing their mini tour group into accepting them and lining up to enter the museum.

Break was content to stay silent through most of these tirades, his other senses busy keeping tabs on their location where his eyes fell short. He made sure that Wang Yi was nearby at all times (not particularly difficult, with how much noise he made) and ended up linking his arm firmly with his own as they finally stepped inside the building. He heard more than saw Wang Yi stiffen unnaturally and turned towards him when the man leaned in to whisper by his ear.

' Uh, Xerxes? '

"Yes?"

' You never said the museum was sentient? '

***

' We should leave, ' Wang Yi muttered after the tour guide had taken them down one hallway while advising them to "look and not touch, and certainly don't maintain eye contact!" ' I can sense malicious intent from landscape paintings. How do they even feel things? They don't like us—I sure as hell don't like them— '

"And how exactly would we leave?" Break muttered back irritably. "You said so yourself—these hallways keep going on with no sense of logic or direction."

' Well, how'd you leave in the daytime? '

"I followed the crowd." That was at least a partial lie, but it was laughable for a blind man to go admire works of art in the first place. He only came out of curiosity, perhaps because a certain someone's roommates had mentioned about that person applying for a position here. "And none of these artworks were moving while the sun was up."

' No wonder they made a big deal just for a night tour. Stupid haunted art gallery—shit, that statue just glared at me. '

"It'd be more helpful," Break muttered, "If you could describe what you were seeing instead of dumping your feelings on me like a personal diary."

' Can't you see for yourself? ' Wang Yi shot back.

"I'm busy sensing for Emily," Break lied easily, "and I have severe night blindness." Understatement of the evening.

' No wonder you dragged me with you... ' Wang Yi muttered, but switched to describing each freak work of art as they passed them.

It wasn't until they made their way to the culinary courtyard and the familiar smell of sugar assailed Break's nostrils that Wang Yi stopped his narration with a start.

"What is it?" Break frowned.

' That's her, isn't it? Sitting next to the cupcakes. ' Wang Yi nudged him. ' Uhh, what do your "senses" tell you? '

That was enough context to be obvious. Immediately, Break called upon Mad Hatter for the fourth time that day to augment his vision for five precious minutes, and as expected—there was Emily, sitting in some sort of tea party setup with giant cupcakes half her size.

"It's her," he confirmed, and before Wang Yi could say so what's the plan, he had already broken out of the group to swipe her from her doll-sized seat.

"Took you long enough," Emily scolded as soon as she was back on his shoulder, soothing some of the rattled nerves he'd been nursing for the entire tour. Too many things had gone beyond his calculations today—which wasn't exactly his fault but rankled all the same when he already had so little under control.

"Excuse me!" the tour guide exclaimed while the rest of the guests tittered in scandalized whispers and now—now Break heard Mad Hatter telling him about them too, dressed to the nines in their ridiculous outfits, jewelry, and make-up, the Chain chattering a mile a minute as if to make up for the hours of suppressed silence he'd buried it under for this night, this moment.

' It's fine! ' That was Wang Yi—dressed the plainest of them all in just a jacket and pants. ' He just really likes sweets, haha! Nothing wrong there, right? I'll get him— ' He moved in and grabbed Break's arm, instantly dropping his voice to more urgent tones. ' What the hell Xerxes, you didn't have to make a scene? It's not like I can brainwash them indefinitely?! '

Break gripped him back, feeling the residual warmth from the place where he'd been hugging Wang Yi's forearm for the past 18 minutes, and grinned. "How much time do you have left on your daily limit?"

Wang Yi checked his phone timer and grimaced. ' 12 minutes and 42 seconds? '

"Then tell them to turn a blind eye." The joke was lost to everyone except him, so it was only Emily who cackled in response. "I'll take care of getting us out."

' What? But you—ugh, fine! ' Wang Yi broke free again, running back to the group even as the tour guide started coming over to demand answers.

"Just what is the matter with you two—"

' All of you saw nothing and will keep seeing nothing until we're gone, ' Wang Yi snapped back, eyes glowing red, and the entire group froze on command. The tour guide paused, then turned stiffly back to resume her task.

"Next on the itinerary, we'll be working our way to my favorite, the Decorated Forge and its weapons..."

' Okay okay, what now? ' Wang Yi ran back, only to see Break staring at the sky. He followed his gaze and saw the beautiful glass dome of the semi-outdoor area. ' Wait, you're not... '

"We might as well go both ways," Break muttered before unsheathing his cane. "Breaking and exiting shouldn't be too different."

' What the f—?! '

Glass shattered.

***

With no better options, they ran.

Midway through fleeing across the lawn, Break tripped, sending Wang Yi stumbling after him. The latter recovered first, climbing to his knees while alarm bells rang off in the museum behind them. Shit, they were screwed if they were caught.

' Xerxes, we need to move,' he hissed, grabbing the man (and the doll that had fallen by his side) and pulling him upright. ' C'mon, just until we get out of here... '

By some miracle they rendezvoused with Sao Ling while avoiding the patrols and then it was back to scaling the wall, Wang Yi pushing Break most of the way since the guy was having trouble climbing. Fortunately, most of security seemed preoccupied with checking whether anything was stolen and didn't track them down immediately.

【I managed to drag the bodies of your victims to a convenient spot,】 Sao Ling commented once they were out and hurrying down the streets. 【They should serve as a good distraction for the guards.】

' Seriously, you couldn't just wait 'til we finished the tour normally? ' Wang Yi complained while supporting Break with one arm. ' I could've—I don't know, brainwashed them first while you slipped her in your coat or something? '

Break didn't reply, but Emily's disparaging remarks were enough to state what she thought of that plan.

' Yeah fine, whatever, at least we made it out—whoa, easy there! ' Wang Yi caught Break as he suddenly slumped again. ' You okay? '

"It's fine—just need a minute—catch my breath."

Wang Yi doubted that, but helped Break to a sitting position on the sidewalk so he was leaning against someone's fence. Then his phone timer went off, so he had to deal with that before Sao Ling nudged at his heels.

【Wang Yi, they've found us.】

Hearing footsteps approach, Wang Yi quickly took something from his jacket before turning around, shielding Break with his body.

Museum guards. Two of them, one with a torchlight and the other peering at them behind square-shaped spectacles.

"Excuse me," Spectacles spoke first. "Were you part of the Art Appreciation tour group tonight? There was an incident..."

' What art group? ' Wang Yi blinked back innocently.

The guard was unmoved. "Members of the group reported two of their party missing. It's suspected they might have come to harm or were involved in foul play...one of them was a male with pink hair and green eyes."

Wang Yi shrugged. ' I was just taking a walk. With my cat, ' he added, as Sao Ling went to nuzzle around his legs.

"And who else, may I ask?" the guard pressed, trying to see behind him. "For example, a gentleman with white hair and red eyes?"

' Ahaha, that's a little embarrassing, but... ' Wang Yi bent down to pick up the slumped figure before turning back with a sheepish smile. ' It's my niece Wen Wen. She got so tired walking that she fell asleep, so I was about to carry her home. '

The guards stared. Nestled in Wang Yi's arms was an angelic little girl with long blond hair, sleeping soundly against his chest. Although her complexion seemed a bit pale, she was every inch as real as them and hugging a silly cloth doll to herself.

' It's a cold night, ' Wang Yi went on. ' I should get her inside. '

The guard with a torchlight coughed and side-eyed his partner. "Wouldn't do for the girl to catch a chill."

Spectacles narrowed his eyes, but finally relented. "Indeed. Please do inform us if you see any suspicious figures about. It's dangerous tonight, so hurry back."

' Right, of course. Thanks for your hard work! Good night! ' Wang Yi beamed at them before turning to walk away. He managed to get to the end of the block and turn the corner before collapsing to his knees behind some bushes.

Fuck it Xerxes, why are you so heavy unconscious?!

【Your acting wasn't bad,】 Sao Ling observed while resting a paw on his thigh. He watched with interest as the effects of the magic wig wore off, revealing the usual Break, only with long blond hair. 【The adjustments I made on the wig were successful, too. How's he doing?】

' Who knows? Does a dying man have days where he's less dead? ' Wang Yi snapped back. Still, his hands felt Break's forehead before wiping excess sweat off his face. ' Doesn't feel like fever...and he's not spitting up blood this time, so that's good I guess? I probably should get him indoors for real, though. '

He'd rather take Break to a hospital, but after what Oz said about drugs not mixing with their bodies it...probably wasn't the best idea.

【The condos aren't too far from here,】 Sao Ling added. 【I can lead the way.】

' All right, sure, ' Wang Yi agreed before looking aghast at the man in his lap. ' Wait...how far are they exactly?'

【Five blocks.】

' ...I'm gonna die. '

***

Early next morning, Xerxes Break woke up in an unfamiliar bed of an unfamiliar room, Emily resting by his pillow, and spotted a very familiar, fully-dressed pink-haired man drooling senseless on the carpet beside him.

#schleckermaul #drabbles; #had to go out on a limb for this b/c i wasn't here for that event but the setting was too interesting to pass up... #definitely tons of creative liberties taken ahhhhh & time skips so it didn't get too long well i mean LONGER jfjfj #why DID break not wait for lost & found? i...i don't know either haha #Did some edits to fit his unlocks hope it reads ok #answered;

[violetren]

Aether Chapter 18

I laughed out loud and had to explain to my sister how funny it was that Varsha had head slapped Elisa at super speed. So that was a thing.

^^^ that is as far as I got before getting half a dozen different domestic tasks, then meals, then shopping, then party prep, then balloon fetching, and omfg, I am so tired.

Back to the important stuff.

Every time I had sat down to try and write just about anything I have been reminded that Maggie is the reason Maxine has powers because she's a fucking dork whose mental image of a healthy cat include all her memories of pretending her childhood cat could talk like Salem from Sabrina the Teenage Witch, and it delights me every time.

Oh so Focus and Scatter were on the moon. Three lesbian icons together. Post party I am just tired and tipsy enough that I started humming Fly Me to the Moon (So I Can Fight It) to myself. Got some odd looks from the surrounding family but made myself giggle. Anyways, I wonder what the fuck is going on up there. Invasion prep that is hopefully got thwarted.

It is very narratively clear why Maggie doesn't like or want to be a hero. But holy shit baby girl, the way you behaved during every step of that emergency from the time you and Varsha got the call WAS NOT just a by product of safety and first aid training over the course of an education in physics.

The Unitarium is a name that gives me sci fi dystopia vibes. I wonder if Garrett has gone and gotten himself involved with them. They definitely sound like the type of folks who would want their hands on the kind of weapon Garrett has become. Hell, they sound like the kind of group that would be funding the illegal research that started this whole mess in the first place. Right now I reckon they have some kind of ongoing connect with Praetorian.

Nomi is a lot gentler than Banks that is for sure, and she actually takes the time to offer benefits, and explanations about how Maggie might be able to find some balance and keep more of her old life trajectory than she had been expecting. She isn't a soft touch though. She straight up says Varsha's not being sensible with her reassurances that Maggie can just walk away from this life if she wants. Nomi is also the only one who forces Maggie to acknowledge that the choices she makes when people need help are not choices made by people who can and would pass on becoming a superhero.

Truly Nomi would be fully justified using her spot as team leader to toss Hannah and Ashley into couples therapy. Even individual therapy would probably help some at this point. Or locking Hannah and Eurion in a room until Hannah got it through her thick skull that Eurion has basically been trying to wingman for her and get Ashley to woman up and admit her feelings for almost the entire time they have known each other.

I am once again asking who the fuck is Tux and when the hell do we get to meet her? She sounds fun.

It's funny that Nomi's most compelling argument as to why Maggie should sign up is her shovel talk.

Holy fuck I got to the end. It only took what 2 days?

#chirping wren #aether #maggie bennett #nomi hashimoto #maxine the kitten #varsha patel #elisa element #sapphic fiction #sci fi #queer fiction #super hero fiction #lesbian fiction #lgbt fiction

[nailsinmywall]

modern silm elves

a week ago i read @imindhowwelayinjune insane 320k words modern silmarillion AU Dancing With My Punchlines fic and these were the result (and there's more to come because i am obsessed and i cannot stop)

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[buckybarnesdiaries]

white wolf: “the story of a first date”

first part — second part — third part — fourth part (soon)

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bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Sam helps Bucky to ask you out for a date and it's a disaster, but he gets it.

word count: 3.147 words. (not sorry, it worth it, i promise!!!)

warnings/tags: none. bucky being the cutest gentleman in the whole wide world, and sam keeping an eye on him.

author notes: as it happened with the first part, i'm not really happy with the result but i had so much fun writing it and i think that that made this writing perfect, so i hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed it. none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

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The car stopped because of a red light, a moment where Sam took the advantage to turn at his copilot, glancing at Bucky from top to bottom in complete silence. Analyzing him. The soldier tilted his head raising an eyebrow, showing his curiosity about what the hell he was doing.

“What are you gonna wear, uh?” Sam asked then, maintaining a serious gesture on his face.

“Clothes”. Unworriedly, he put back his eyes to the front window.

“You probably look good naked, but that’s not what I’m talking ‘bout”.

“Just… some jeans, a shirt, and a jacket”.

“And shoes, I guess”.

Bucky turned on his seat towards his friend, squinting confused for the interrogatory. “Who cares?”

“About the shoe—”

“About the clothes”.

“Man, it’s a date! Do you wan’her to remember this night as the night Bucky Barnes shown up as a Russian bum?”

“I’m from Brookl—”.

“Yeah, but you look like mother Russia just spat you to the world”.

Sam rolled his eyes as a sigh escaped his mouth. Shaking his head, he took the next corner to the fifth avenue changing the planes they had in mind. A good outfit meant a good date. A good date meant happy soldier. Happy soldier meant no trouble. See the point? So the Falcon would take care of the Winter Soldier today. If only Steve could see them. He’d feel proud, that was for sure. They visited a couple of shops, finally letting Sam take control over the situation and pick the clothes he would wear for you. He had good taste, everybody knew that, and Bucky couldn’t complain about his choices.

Even less when the distinctive black suit dressed his anatomy to perfection. Spinning around in front of the mirror, he felt different. He looked different. He looked good, but not as he’d like. Holding the bucket of flowers once he was ready, Bucky left his apartment straight to the garage under the building. He was nervous, he couldn’t lie. But he had that sensation inside him that made him believe everything would be okay for the first time since he woke up.

The road didn’t take him more than ten minutes, not really worried about the time given that he had planned to arrive a little sooner than accorded. Life seemed like it was smiling at him, finding a parking lot in the same entrance. Landing his blue eyes on the rearview mirror, Bucky took a last view at his reflection, brushing back his hair as he used to do in the forties. He grabbed then the flowers he bought for you and stepped out of the car, trying to remember the advice Sam gave him. Resting his back against the copilot's door, he waited impatiently for you.

“Hey, you”.

His heart stopped for a second, raising his orbs to the man coming closer. Before he could react, the man in question tucked a hand beneath Bucky's jacket. Patting him down.

“What the hell are you doing, Sam?” He questioned irritatedly, slapping his hands and causing him to laugh.

“Just checking you didn't bring the notecards again”.

“Yeah, very funny…”

“Man, look at you! Should be illegal to look this good, uh?” Sam helped him to put on the jacket again, receiving another slap from his friend.

“Don't touch me”. Scowling, he fixed the flowers in his left hand, wanting them to be perfect. “Anyway, what are you doing here?”

“Watch you till (Y/N) comes. Lemme take a picture, I feel like a proud father on his son's prom day”.

“You're not m— Get the hell outta here, Sam”.

“Fighting again, kids? Should I call your mama?”

As Bucky heard you scoff, his soul abandoned. His pupils dilated. His legs trembled. And he could swear that everything disappeared around him when he watched you going downstairs, swinging your hips unconsciously sensual, with a black dress fitting you like a glove. If this morning Bucky wanted to marry you, now he wanted to spend the rest of his life by your side. Your makeup was on point, just like your hair, not being too formal but enough to run him out of words.

“Steve is off-duty, so, what 'you gonna do, soldier?” Sam mocked, an instant before noticing how pale Bucky was. He couldn't help but slap the back of his neck to bring him back to reality.

“I, uh… flowers… I bought you…”

“You're not Yoda”. Sam whispered as the other offered you the present.

“C'mon, stop messing with him”. You clicked your tongue, right before you drew an adorable smile on your lips, leaning to kiss Bucky's cheek. “Thank you”.

“You're welcome”. He just answered, responding to your same gesture while opening the door for you.

“Such a gentleman…” His playful murmur made Bucky frown and nudge him, trying to stop him from saying anything else and ruin the occasion.

“I'll bring him back at ten”. You joked palming his chest.

“The point is to not bring him back to me”. Sam cackled, shaking his head and taking a step back.

Once in the car turning on the engine, James joined the road after checking you were good. Never in his life he had driven with so much care as if he was carrying a bomb by his side. He set on the radio, not really knowing how to start a conversation, watching you through the corners of his eyes caressing the flowers over your lap. No one had bought you them before, thinking it was a thing that only happened in movies. But then, you met Bucky. An old-fashioned man, making yourself wonder how he was the same the news used to say he was a cold-blood assassin.

“What have you thought?”

“Uh?”

“About the date”.

“Sam told me about a rest—”.

“Okay, okay, Bucky. Pull over”. You couldn't help but burst into laughter, as his face was pale again thinking you were about to step out and end the date.

“Sorry, did I…?”

You swiveled at him on your seat, kissing your teeth and squinting inevitably. Studying his face you knew how afraid he was, and it was the most adorable reaction ever. You could have kissed at that precise instant, but it'd have been a little awkward.

“Where do you wanna go?”

The question didn't take him by surprise, actually. He was still getting used to doing the things he desired and not what other people asked him to do. The restaurant was a fancy place with a distinguished menu according to what his friend explained to him, but it wasn't the kind of site that he'd normally go, or that represented him.

“When I, uh… came back, I discovered that my favorite burger joint in Brooklyn was still standing”. Bucky told you, facing you after finishing the sentence. “They prepare the best burgers of the whole New York and you can decide what ingredients add, and the bread, and the kind of meat. And it still having the original decoration”.

You reclined on your seat, just staring at him talking with that kind of burning passion about something he loved. Puckering your lips, you nodded your chin. The fact that not only he wanted to take you to a different place, but a place that he used to go to when he was young made butterflies flutter within your belly. Bucky wanted to make you part of his future, but also his past. That made the difference.

“Sounds good to me”.

“Really?” He inquired funnily confused, wrinkling his nose and forehead.

“Really”.

The shine that appeared within his eyes made you place a hand on his cheek to urge him to turn his head and drive again. An innocent gesture that provoked him a lively giggle. If that man knew all the things he caused you, he'd have taken the step months ago.

As the night went on and Bucky was losing his shyness, he talked to you about the good old times. Before HYDRA, before the winter, before the war. When he was a kid with no worries more than keeping Steven safe from the bullies. It was nice to disconnect from the present, from the gazes around the two of you, from the back talks, only enjoying your dinner and your conversation. You talked to Bucky about how was to be raised on a farm, surrounded by open fields and animals, to join the army years later. Without going into details that could make him remember the old bad times, you told him about what you used to do, your missions, and how you were wounded in combat after being shot and fell from a helicopter.

Bucky felt confident enough to compare it with how everything started. Falling from a wagon to the snow. But as soon as his voice became lower, you couldn't help but hold his gloved left hand and intertwine your fingers with his. And you could swear you felt him shaking for a brief moment because of your touch.

“So, what, uh? It was a forties trend to jump into the void?” You tried to joke, wanting to feel relaxed.

“Yeah, seems like”. He mumbled curling up his lips. “Listen… I really want to… open up, and I know it’s easier with you because… y’know, you work doing this”.

“Hold on, Bucky”. You laughed waving your free hand, shaking your chin as you closed your eyes for a second. “That has sounded really bad”.

“Wait, wh— Oh, shit, no, no, no”.

For the first time since you walked into the small restaurant, his laughter was lively, unworriedly, honest.

“Take it easy, just kidding”. You grinned, nailing your elbow on the table to rest your cheek on your palm. “But… this isn’t work. We’re not doing therapy, we’re… knowing each other. And I don’t want to pressure you to talk about something you don’t feel prepared to, okay?”

“I know”.

Bucky couldn’t believe how much you seemed to empathize with him, not judging his acts nor his past, not deciding that the date wasn't a good idea nor running away. He couldn’t believe the less importance you were giving to his arm made of vibranium; usually, people used to freak out, to feel frightened somehow about the things it could do. But you were there, fingers playing with the others as if it was the most common and natural act in the world. And, for you, it was. That was you in all your best. Considerate, smart, patient, lovingly. The rainbow after a stormy life. Everything that Bucky needed in his life to start from scratch and be his better version. A shoulder to lean on and a reason to come back home.

“Was afraid of asking you out”. He confessed after some seconds admiring each other. Any person closer would say you had been dating for a long, long time by the way you had to keep silent and not feel uncomfortable.

“Why?”

“You came from war and made your world a place to live. I’m still stuck there”.

“I have my own red flags”. Clicking your tongue, you rolled your eyes.

“Oh, really? Please, surprise me”. Bucky teased you sitting up on his chair, not loosening the gentle grip around your left hand.

“I put the milk before cereals”.

“Oh… Oh, God”. He let out, pretending to be horrified and running a hand on his face. “Goddammit… you’re a monster, ma’am. I don’ think this is going to work”.

“Excuse me?” You chuckled, parting your lips in a breath while leaning over the table to palm his right shoulder. “It wasn’t me who added lettuce to the burger”.

“What? What’s the matter with that, uh?”

“Lettuce kills the savor!”

“Y’know what kills the savor? Ketchup. Today, people use ketchup literally with everything… And that’s disgusting”.

“Okay! Next time, no lettuce, and… no ketchup”.

“That’s a big challenge”. Bucky scoffed tenderly squeezing your hand between his cold fingers.

“I’ll live, Sergeant Barnes”. You narrowed your eyes and crinkled your nose at the same time.

“I was talking about a second date, not about your issue with ketchup”.

“So was I”.

A goofy smirk appeared on Bucky’s face, biting his inner cheek as he assented with his head. Seeing you again, knowing that you wanted it —that you wanted him—, made him trust Dr. Raynor’s words. He was having a second chance to do the right thing. To live and to be.

You wanted to add something else when the clock in his wrist started to beep. Curious, you raised an eyebrow. “We have to leave”.

“Why?”

“Sam told me you work tomorrow at eight, which means you’ll get up at six and a half… maybe seven. While I pay, take you home, all that stuff… I don’ want you to be tired in the morning”.

Bucky would never stop to amaze you, looking up to him in silence to contemplate how he called the bartender and beckoned his free hand to ask for the bill.

“What…? What are you doing?” He chuckled embarrassed, taking his beer to sip.

You cleared your throat when you realized how stupid you should look right now, shaking your head as you freed his cold hand from yours to find unlock your phone as soon as the guy brought the dataphone.

“Hey, no, no. I asked you out, I pay”. Bucky began to fight with you, provoking some laughs on the table as you tried to put your screen above the tpv.

“Well, welcome to the twenty-first century”. You hummed as the operation was confirmed.

“I’ll pay next time”. He declared licking his incisors, prior to his lips.

You wished the ride back home to last forever, not wanting to end the date. But the car reached your neighborhood in a blink of eyes. You couldn't help but sigh barely appreciably for your companion, gazing through the window until double parking in front of your apartment. You turned towards him, hearing the engine shut off. Bucky seemed disappointed like you, not being able to remember when was the last time he had a break, he had fun. The date was nicer than he expected but the idea of not knowing exactly when he was going to see you again was killing him from the inside.

“I'll accompany you”. He declared undoing his seat belt as you did to step out.

You reacted with a delicate smile, holding the bucket of flowers against your abdomen while walking to the front door of the building. That moment was a little uncomfortable, not being sure about how to say goodbye, just looking like two teens in love.

“Thank you for tonight, Bucky”. You uttered without thinking about it. “It's been the best night I've ever had”.

“Next will be better, I promise”.

“That's a big challenge”. You chuckled repeating his words a while ago in the restaurant.

“I'll live”. He nodded convinced, glancing at you bowing down your interest to the red roses between your hands.

How could you tell him that you were dying to be together again? That you wouldn't mind waking up sooner and having breakfast? You bit your inner upper lip, trying to find the correct words to say, without sounding like you were feeling something else to a physical attraction. Bucky was hot as hell, that wasn't up to debate, but he was the kindest and charmingest man you had known. He was sensible and strong at the same time. You both complemented the other like the pieces of a puzzle and you never thought something like that could happen to you. To find your other half and having it so clear you didn't want anyone else.

“I am, uh… free tomorrow”.

His words pushed you out of your thoughts, putting up your attention to a Bucky almost flushing, stroking the back of his head, and having the impression that he could scare you.

“Got a break for lunch, if you want”. You proposed without hesitation.

His eyes sparkled with happiness, holding your left hand with his to bring it to his mouth, placing a fond kiss on the back. Such a gentleman, like Sam said, inducing your cheeks to burn. And then, you saw him doubting about taking another step. You wanted it too to happen, tho, leaning forward to press your lips together. Your eyes snapped closed at that precise instant, not having any rush, tasting each other's and shortening the distance between both of you by his free arm getting wrapped around your waist. The kiss was innocent but passionate. It was warm, intimate, trying to transmit all the chemistry you woke up within the other with only one look, with only one smile. Breaking it —much to your regret— when you needed air to breathe. And even so, Bucky rested his forehead against yours freeing your hand to place it on the right side of his neck.

Neither of the two of you opened your eyes, extending the moment as much as you could. You felt he craved to spend the night with you, and you desired it too, but you also felt that he needed some time to get used to this new world he was living in. It wasn't easy. You thought back to the months after the war, the recovery, the loneliness you forced yourself to be in. You were in Afghanistan for three months. He had been fighting since nineteen forty. And he didn't want to ruin what you were building together.

“I should leave”. Bucky murmured against his wishes.

“See you tomorrow”.

At the moment you opened your eyes to meet the pale blue ones, your whole body felt weak. You saw the brightness in them after letting him know that the second date was going to happen and that it wasn't just a formality before disappearing, wiping out any minimal doubt by kissing him again. The last kiss. A good night, I'll dream with you kiss.

“I'm gonna play this on your wedding day, definitely”.

You screamed because of the unexpected metallic voice coming closer, clinging to Bucky's neck as his heart raced too. Redwing was suspended in the air some steps away from you, being controlled by Sam. Who else is not him, uh?

“I'm starting to think you have separation anxiety”. The soldier growled trying to hit the flying device with his flesh hand, hearing you laughing against his chest.

“Good night, kids”. You chuckled separating from Bucky.

“No kiss for me, soldier?”

“I'm not gonna kiss that thing, Samuel”.

“What about a howl, White wolf? Would be very appro—”.

“White wo—”.

“Please, don't. Don't ask”. Bucky begged you, licking his bottom lip while rubbing the back of his head, clearly ashamed.

“Hope you show me one day what it means…”

“Oh, he will… Just wait till the full moon”.

“Sam!” Bucky and you yelled in unison, you playfully, he annoyed.

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[cherrykindness]

let's make babies |

pairing: Harry Styles x Actress!Reader

summary: you and harry are doing a live on instagram, you've drunk a lot of wine and now the world knows that the future Mrs. Styles is ready to make babies.

warnings: mostly cute, but the title tells you what you need to know 🤪

"What is your favorite song from the Fine Line album?" Y/N read aloud, twirling in her right hand the second glass of wine of the evening, the one already halfway through. "Adore You and Watermelon Sugar, of course."

Harry giggled, rolling his eyes upon hearing his fiancée's statement.

"Y/N will always choose Adore You because it was obviously written for her." He accused. "She wouldn't give that answer under different circumstances."

The comments climbed up the screen continuously, most fans gushing about how cute Harry Styles and YN/LN could be while the other part was concerned with wringing even more information out of the slightly inebriated couple who had decided to do a surprise live one early Sunday morning.

As expected after being away for some time to begin filming Don't Worry, Darling in Southern California, Harry enjoyed a lazy weekend in the house he shared with his fiancée and her pets. The days were filled with late naps and relentless Netflix marathons, sublime and ethereal evenings, marked mostly by unexpected declarations and rounds of sex that used to last until the beams of light were shyly coming through the linen curtains. They were not a monotonous couple, so this order could easily be changed.

"Watermelon Sugar is nothing more than about my love for watermelons, don't get too creative." Harry replied to a fan while sporting a corner smile, the message standing out among the rest for its dozens of emojis and large print, questioning the singer about erotic content behind the lyrics of his latest hit. "I really don't know what you guys are talking about."

Y/N laughed, shaking her head before leaning it against her fiancé's chest, propped up on the soft white pillows that were spread practically all over the bed. The air conditioner was on at a minimal temperature and a light rain whipped on the panes of glass camouflaged by the cream-colored curtain, that being the projection of Y/N's favorite nights.

"You can tell them, I'm not shy." She joked, nudging her fiancé's waist.

"You know what it was written about and who it was written for." Harry replied, raising one of his eyebrows. "That's what matters."

It went without saying that much of Harry's newest album, as well as some of his earlier work, had been done in exclusive dedication to his future wife. Y/N had been the muse for a vast repertoire of romantic songs, and even though the singer preferred to keep the story behind his more explicit compositions a "secret", the relationship the two had shared for more than three years was already solid and known enough for the media and fans to distinguish hidden messages in small details.

"It's a song about what usually comes before the act of making babies." Y/N laughed as he pointed at the display. "Honestly, you guys are impossible."

"No, we make babies every day." Harry joked, making a funny motion with his eyebrows. "I would spend my entire career writing just about that."

"Harry!" The actress exclaimed incredulously, slapping her fiancé weakly on the chest. "Children might be watching this."

"You don't want to have babies with me?" He asked falsely offended, accepting the cup that Y/N offered him. "Because I want some babies with you."

Y/N laughed, rolling her eyes as she watched the internet freak out at the dialogue that had suddenly emerged. Since the beginning of the quarantine, it was kind of inevitable that the couple of artists would not become the darlings of all social media; they were fervently active with photos, videos, and lives that depicted step by step daily life in isolation, gaining more and more followers and making the media more and more fascinated by the relationship they both shared.

The wedding was scheduled for the summer of next year and it was perhaps the most anticipated event in the tabloids. Bets about what the model of Y/N's dress would be and lists presuming who would be selected for the short list of guests stood out among countless news stories about the famous people influencing pop culture today.

The possible arrival of a Styles baby was an inevitable topic in interviews. Harry and Niall were the only members of the ex-boyband that had not become fathers yet, and because they had maintained a solid relationship and were seen as one of the most enviable couples during the last four years, Y/N and Harry had gotten used to all this openly asked questions. They didn't mind, they even had fun with the montages and all the anxiety that dominated the whole internet, often mentioning the fandoms' efforts to represent them as such "cool" parents in perfectly edited pictures.

"No, guys, I'm not pregnant." Y/N amusingly clarified the doubt of dozens of new comments. "Please don't believe so many controversial news stories that appear out there. I was on twitter last week and saw several people theorizing about a possible pregnancy, most of the arguments based on a website that used photos from the set of How to Get Away with Murder in the season where I was actually playing a pregnant woman as Laurel." She laughed. "It's so funny! I know you guys love to guess these things, but we won't hide something so special when it actually happen, I promise."

"Especially because Y/N can hide absolutely nothing from anyone." Harry accused, leaving his drink on the corner table before settling into a comfortable position for the two of them. "Anyone who's a Marvel fan knows that. That's one of her most characteristic quirks."

"They gave me a fake script for the last two movies." Y/N agreed, shaking his head. "For me and Tom."

"We agreed to keep the engagement a secret for a while. The plan was to travel to Holmes Chapel to break the news to my family in person, but guess who got a call at ten o'clock at night from an angry Anne because she learned of her son's engagement from an interview Y/N gave the next day?"

Y/N gave a guilty smile, winking gracefully at the camera. "It was all James' fault! I'm sure he already suspected something, those questions were very suspicious."

"Of course the questions were suspicious, babe. You literally said you had a secret that involved both of us but that you couldn't tell because it was important that our families knew first."

"I thought he would think about a pregnancy or something!" The actress defended herself, feeling very convincing in her intonation bordering on obviousness. "That's a mania I can't get rid of, it's in my genes."

"Did you all hear that? Further proof that you guys don't have to worry about guessing when Y/N's pregnancy will be, I'm sure our baby will make sure to tell you everything while still in the womb, mom's genes will make sure of that."

"You are so funny, Harry Styles." Y/N sarcastically stated, holding back a giggle as countless messages with laughing emojis were frantically up. "Yeah, I know I talk a lot and all, but you have annoying quirks too."

It was obvious that live would be news the next day. Although they were completely open about matters concerning their relationship, nothing seemed better than receiving so much exclusive information from a Harry and S/N drunk on expensive wine.

"You wake up in a bad mood and you're dangerously sexy, that should be illegal."

Harry laughed, holding his fiancée's waist a little tighter as he felt her tumble a little further to the side, getting closer and closer to the edge of the bed. Y/N was dangerously weak for drinks, and the singer knew that the actress' body was already near its limit.

"You're the only sexy person here, love." He declared with a corner smile, evidently finding the whole situation funny. "Do you want to go to sleep now?"

"No." Y/N shook her head. "Can we watch some movie? Can we watch Sweet Home?"

"Of course, love." He murmured, giving the woman a quick kiss on the forehead.

Even though Harry knew that his fiancée was unlikely to make it past the five-minute mark of the episode, he made sure to restart the korean series at exactly the scene where she had stopped, the first chapter still halfway through after Y/N realized that it would be impossible to watch such a macabre work without a drop of alcohol in her blood.

She had been so excited by the taste of Argentinian wine and the idea of updating her fans after a few weeks away, that she had forgotten the main purpose of the live. Harry and Y/N had been apart for a few days due to the new movie the Brit was shooting in North America, all happening in an unrestrictedly careful manner due to the restrictions caused by the pandemic.

He was slowly migrating towards acting and the future Mrs. Styles couldn't be prouder. Y/N had felt on cloud nine when Harry had given her the news of his upcoming job, but her only pronouncement on the subject had been a succinct post on instagram. Just a photo of the couple on a trip to Germany with a simple heart emoji didn't seem enough for the actress' exhibitionist soul, and coming to that conclusion was the main reason she decided to invite him, already relatively changed, for a live appearance. Y/N wanted to go on and on about how much she loved that man and work on that whole honeyed speech that would bring her (once again) the title of "cutest bride of all time," but of course Harry had to come home from his trip with his favorite red wine and poison her with those sweet caresses that took her out of orbit, turning the degree of alcohol content into the least of her problems.

"You're going to kiss Florence." Y/N exclaimed suddenly, as if only now realizing that her fiancé would share the screen with Florence Pugh, one of her closest friends in that industry. "Kiss on the mouth."

The MacBook was still open and hundreds of new comments were going up every second, but Harry didn't bother one bit to warn her about the possibility of her becoming a meme the next day. He was having too much fun with the situation to worry.

"Are you jealous?"

"Yes." She stated with a pout. "I am jealous, I just don't know if I'm more jealous of her or of you."

"But you kiss me every day, babe." Harry laughed. "And you've been kissing other people's men for almost ten years." He joked.

"But I only think about you, I already told you that."

Harry shook his head negatively at the camera, knowing he was sharing with the fans the funniest side of his fiancée.

"I know that, honey." He assured, lightly stroking the actress' back. "I think we'd better turn off the TV and go to sleep now, I'm sure you'll have a terrible headache tomorrow."

The brit planned to bid his audience goodbye and put an end to that recording, but Y/N was drunk and her sense of right and wrong had already gone to space. Harry should have been quicker, however, because his fiancée's speech would be cause for new tags and the only subject for the interviewers for at least the next few months.

"I don't want to sleep, how about we make babies?"

That's what Watermelon Sugar was all about, after all.

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[mochegato]

Even the Losers

Chapter 18

Chapter 1     Chapter 17

Mari waved up at Nightwing before turning toward the café.  He grinned and waved back.  No sense of embarrassment at getting caught like Red Robin had the day before.  She didn’t know enough about him to know if it was because he wasn’t hiding, Red Robin had given him a warning that she knew someone would be there, or because he had no sense of embarrassment, or most likely, a combination of all of those.

Adrien looked up and grinned too.  “What time did he take over?”

Marinette shrugged and cut through the café’s outdoor seating.  “Later than yesterday.  When did Dick leave?  It was some time after that.”

Adrien looked at him for a moment and shook his head. He looked back at Marinette before the memory of sleep deprived Marinette hit him.  He grimaced.  It was hit or miss whether she would be funny, emotional, or a danger to herself. If Batman was the same… “I really hope Batman doesn’t have a day job because with all the all-nighters he’s pulling, he would have to be a zombie at work.”

Marinette giggled at the idea.  “Can you imagine Batman with a day job?  What do you think he does?  Like, could you imagine him as a kindergarten teacher?”  Marinette’s giggles grew into full blown laughter. She finally was able to gasp out, “Batman complimenting some little kid’s rainbow and assuring them that making the entire rainbow the same color was extremely creative and beautiful.  Or trying to guess what animal they drew.”

Adrien laughed and patted her arm to get her to stop.  “Wait, wait. Batman crouching next to a toddler and explaining for the eighth time in the last three minutes that Pete the Cat is in fact a cat, not a dog before patting them on the head and walking away to scream into a nap mat.”

Marinette Laughed hard enough she almost missed the door handle.  She jumped when Adrien suddenly grabbed her arm.  She turned to him wide eyed but she immediately relaxed.  He was bouncing on the balls of his feet with excitement.  “No, no, no.  A PA to some… NO, to M. Wayne!  Batman as M. Wayne’s PA.  Oh my God, can you imagine?”

Marinette giggled and shook her head at him, pushing through the door.  Well, that would certainly explain why the bats seemed so close to the Waynes.  She spotted Duke and waved.  He jumped up and waved them over.  “Hey, Duke.  I hope you don’t mind that I brought Adrien.”

“Not at all,” Duke gave them both a hug.  He looked toward the bathroom with a smile. “Good to see you again, man.  I hope you don’t mind that Cass and I both brought someones too.”  Cass and Stephanie were walking toward them with a red headed woman in a wheelchair. Duke leaned toward them and lowered his voice so the women approaching couldn’t hear him.  “Brought is a really liberal term for what happened.  I am so sorry.  I knew we shouldn’t have mentioned meeting with you in front of Stephanie.”

“Hey Cass,” Marinette called out.  She and Adrien waved at her.  “Good to see you again, Stephanie.”

Cass waved back and nodded with a wide smile. “Marinette!” Stephanie chirped. “I’d say what a coincidence we ran into you guys here…”

“But that would be a lie,” Barbara finished for her. “Hi,” she held out her hand for them, “I’m Barbara.”

Marinette smiled and stepped forward to shake her hand. “It’s nice to meet you.  I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Well yeah we crashed,” Stephanie rolled her eyes and dropped into a seat across from Marinette.  She sent a playful glare toward Duke.  “You guys have been keeping her all to yourselves all week.  It’s our turn to hang out with her again.  Not to mention I wanted to catch up with the woman who fed the Riddler’s own balls to him for everyone to see.”

“And we wanted to see how you’re doing after it,” Barbara added with a chastising look to Stephanie.  She turned to side eye Duke.  “We tried to check with the boys but they were less than helpful.”

Marinette shrugged and leaned back slightly, not enough for anyone else in the café to notice but everyone else at the table picked up on it.  “I’m fine. It wasn’t bad.  More embarrassed he caught me in the first place.”

Stephanie waved her off.  “Please,” she scoffed.  “He had to knock out like an entire block just to get you.  That’s better than some of the bats.”

“Well, you look like you’re healing well,” Barbara nodded with a supportive smile.

Marinette smiled as naturally as she could and tried to control how much she was shifting in her seat.  She really, really hated talking about the whole thing with not only people who didn’t know she had been a superhero, but with the Waynes after that dinner, so that was two strikes against discussing this right now.

She’d been able to joke about it and moan about how contrived the whole setup with Alya and Nino.  They’d laughed all night about the audacity.  Not only had he thought he could stump her with a question about Chat Noir, he thought he would win against her in a game that relied on luck or rather bad luck not striking.  It was almost enough to make her forget the way the dinner had ended.  It was exactly what she had needed.  But she couldn’t do that here.

“Yeah,” she chuckled anxiously.  “My cheek seems to be doing well.  I’m hoping I can cover it with makeup by next week.”

“How’s your shoulder?” Duke asked motioning toward the shoulder she’d rammed into the doorframe when she was running away.

Marinette blinked at him a few times before she quirked her head to the side, her face scrunching in confusion.  “How did you know about that?”

She could see the rest of the table tense up, Adrien included but for the same reason as her, confusion on how he’d known. She had no idea why the rest were tensing up.  Duke chuckled awkwardly, sending looks over to the women at the table.  “He’s covering for me,” Barbara finally spoke up.

“Why is… what is he covering up for?” Marinette asked cautiously.

“My father is the police commissioner,” she said quietly.  “I may have snuck a look at the police report… slightly illegally… and read about your injuries.”

Marinette shook her head.  “But, I didn’t tell them about that.”

“No,” Barbara acknowledged, “but Signal did.”

Marinette nodded, trying to process that information. “Huh,” was all she managed to eke out. Her mind raced trying to figure out what to say next.  She was saved from trying to figure out how to move the conversation along by the waiter. The topic seemed to fade away naturally as everyone put in their order.

As soon as the waiter left, Duke clapped his hands with a bright smile.  “So, Steph, you said again.  I take it you guys have met before?”

“At the gala,” Adrien nodded.  “Only briefly though.  We,” he motioned between him and Stephanie, “spoke for a little bit, but Marinette only spoke with her for a few seconds.”

Stephanie grimaced at the reminder.  “Yeah… not exactly the ideal meeting.”

Marinette waved her off.  “Not your fault.  Don’t worry about it.”  She sent her a sincere smile.

“No,” Stephanie agreed.  “It’s Bruce’s.”

Cass pulled out a credit card with a wicked grin. “On Bruce.”

Barbara nodded.  “Exactly.  Therefore, this lunch is on Bruce.  Maybe we should go shopping after this too?”  She raised an eyebrow at Marinette.

Marinette giggled and shook her head.  “No, thank you.  That’s okay.  I’m good.”

Stephanie’s eyes lit up.  She leaned closer to Marinette like she was sharing a secret. “Speaking of the gala, how did you get tickets to the gala anyway?  We never figured it out.”  Barbara groaned lightly and smacked her on the shoulder.  They had just changed the subject.  Marinette probably did not want to talk about the gala, where they raved about their family and the newest member, which was not her and did not did not include her.

Instead of freezing up or withdrawing, like Barbara worried she would, Marinette started laughing.  Her eyes were sparkling with mirth.  She leaned closer to them over the table and lowered her voice. “I pimped out my friend,” she confided with a smirk.

The rest of the table froze until Adrien groaned and Stephanie and Duke started laughing loud enough to draw disapproving looks from neighboring tables.  Cass raised an eyebrow, but her lips were quirked up in amusement.  “Say that again,” Barbara prompted.

Marinette shrugged and took a sip of her drink.  “I don’t know if it counts as pimping if he did it willingly.  He was willing to do it for Max.”

“Oh my God, Marinette.”  Adrien ran his hand over his face in exasperation.

“What exactly was he willing to do?” Barbara’s voice was now less amused and more wary.

“That was the worst possible way to say it,” Adrien groaned.

“You know, maybe I don’t want to know the answer to that…” Barbara hedged.  She leaned away from Marinette cautiously.

Marinette laughed at Adrien’s frustration and bumped his shoulder with hers.  “I offered up a date with Luka Coffaine to Audrey Bourgeois’ PA in exchange for the tickets she turned down,” she explained.

There was absolute silence for a few seconds until Stephanie broke the silence.  “You know Luka Coffaine?” she yelled.  

Everyone in the café turned slowly to look at them. Marinette’s eyes widened and looked around at them.  She gave them an awkward smile and a wave before turning back to the table.  Before she could chastise Stephanie, Cass was already on top of it.  She pointed sternly around the restaurant and back at Stephanie.  Stephanie nodded guiltily.  “Yeah, yeah.  Sorry.” She turned back to Marinette excitedly. “I just…” she lowered her voice and leaned closer to Marinette.  “You know Luka Coffaine?”

Marinette rolled her eyes at her excitement.  It was always so bizarre to see people’s reaction to Luka.  It was Luka. Just Luka.  Calm, reserved, laidback Luka.  The hysteria around his name just never seemed to fit.  “Yeah, I mean, we dated for a while so… yeah.”

“You dated Luka Coffaine!” Stephanie yelled again, receiving glares from everyone at the table.  Marinette shrunk down in her chair and gave a strained, apologetic smile to the rest of the café.  Cass slapped Stephanie’s shoulder and shook her head.  Stephanie waved her off and focused back on Marinette.  “Yeah, yeah.  Discretion.  Whatever. She dated Luka freaking Coffaine,” Stephanie insisted, motioning to Marinette.

“You dated Tim Drake,” Duke pointed out.

Stephanie snorted.  “That’s just Tim.  He’s just a big dork.  She dated…”

“Yeah we got it,” Barbara cut her off.

“Really, so is Luka,” Adrien shrugged.  “Probably more so, just about music.”  Marinette cocked her head to the side in thought for a few seconds before nodding in agreement.  He really was.

“Holy shit.  Did he introduce you to his dad?”  Stephanie was bouncing in her seat at the idea and the potential for an inside scoop on Jagged Stone.

“No,” Marinette answered.  She smiled internally at the way all their faces, except for Adrien’s fell, just a bit, almost imperceptibly, as if trying to hide their disappointment.  “I already knew him.”

“You know Jagged Stone?” Stephanie yelled. Marinette cringed as she sent the other patrons another apologetic smile.

Duke leaned over closer to her so he could whisper in her ear, though his voice intentionally carried across the table. “Maybe we shouldn’t talk about this anymore.”

“No!” Stephanie screeched, before catching what she did and settling down, a mask of composure settling on her face.  “I’m fine now.  I just needed to get that out.  I’m calm.” She stared at them for a few seconds before almost lunging across the table.  Adrien deftly moved his and Marinette’s drinks before she knocked them over in her zeal.  “Please tell me more.”

Marinette’s eyes widened and she started laughing.  “You realize you’re basically a daughter to the richest man in the world.  If you wanted to meet Jagged Stone, you could.”

Cass shook her head.  “Different.”

Barbara nodded.  “She’s right it is different.  You dated his son.  That’s a different type of knowing someone.”

“So you met Luka through Jagged?” Stephanie pressed.

Marinette suddenly looked uncomfortable.  She was not really excited to talk about their family dynamic and secrets.  It was a little too close to her own and she really, really wanted to move past that, not dwell on it more.  “No… I met Luka through my friend Juleka, his sister.  We went to school together for ages.  They’re both some of my best friends.”

“And she introduced you to Jagged?” Duke asked curiously.  He could tell something was off about this based on the way Marinette responded, but he wasn’t sure what.

“No… um…” she stuttered.  “I met Jagged through a school project.  Designed some sunglasses for him and we’ve been close ever since.”  Adrien grabbed her hand and squeezed it under the table

Stephanie looked between the two of them and plastered on a bright smile.  “So what I’m hearing is you can hook us up with some tickets next time he comes into town.”

Marinette laughed lightly.  “Either one of us could, yes.”

“Or for Clara Nightengale,” Adrien added in. “She loves Marinette, too.  She wanted her in one of her videos.”

“She wanted you in it too,” Marinette reminded him.

“No,” he corrected her, “Gabriel got me into it. She just had to deal with it.  She didn’t choose me.  She chose you.  She worked to get you in the video.”

Marinette opened her mouth to refute that but snapped it shut quickly as the words resonated in her head.  She meant more because Clara chose her.  He was thrust on Clara.  But it didn’t mean he was unwanted.  She looked down at her food and took a bite, trying to cover her sudden inability to breathe.  Trying to give herself time to process.  She needed to pack that away for later when she could properly unpack that statement, deconstruct it, and then finally reconstruct it in some skewed, perverted version of the original situation.

Adrien immediately froze seeing her reaction. He opened his mouth to say something but Marinette squeezed his hand under the table before he could, a silent message they could talk about it later, when they were alone, or at least not with an audience comprised of Waynes.

“So how did you meet Mons…” she stuttered.  It felt strange to call him M. Wayne when everyone else at the table was calling him Bruce.  Should she call him Bruce too?  Like they did.  Like Dick did?  Or B, like Jason did?  “…M. Wayne?” she finally settled on.

Duke grimaced.  They had a cover story, but was he really going to give Bruce’s daughter the cover story?  The truth involved Batman.  But Bruce hadn’t told her about that part of their lives yet, and even if he had told her, he certainly hadn’t told Adrien.  “It’s a long story…”

Marinette smiled encouragingly at him.  “We have time.” She saw him falter and felt her own smile falter.  She took note of the way the women had frozen up as well.  God, what was she doing?  M. Wayne had said how they met.  Why was she bringing that up now?  What was she thinking?  Even if he was okay discussing that trauma, he probably didn’t want to open up about it with a stranger.  

“You don’t have to tell me,” she assured him.  “It’s… it’s fine.”  She looked around desperately for something else to talk about, a change of topic to make the conversation not so awkward.  “You graduate from school next year, right?”  Duke blinked a few times before he let out a breath and nodded.  She let out a breath as well when the rest of the table seemed to relax at her question.  “Do you have plans for after you graduate?  Are you going to take a gap year or go to university or get a job?”

“I haven’t really decided yet.  Go to Gotham University, I guess,” he shrugged.

Marinette smiled disarmingly at him.  “You don’t have to decide now.  You have time.”

The waiter interrupted Marinette’s response with their food.  They gave their thanks and started eating.  “So what have you missed the most while you’ve been here?” Barbara asked.

“My parents’ cooking definitely,” Marinette grinned as she looked at her food. It didn’t look bad, but compared to her parents’ cooking… well not much compared.  “And the atmosphere.  Gotham is…” she looked around them as she thought of an unoffensive way to end that sentence.

“Dreary as Hell,” Stephanie finished for her.  “Yeah, we know.”

“I swear you guys have more gargoyles than we do though, which is just strange to me,” Adrien added.  “We were supposed to have the market cornered on gothic architecture.”

“Oh, you still do.  We just took the most depressing, dismal, gloomy, nightmare inducing parts and ran with it,” Duke grinned.  “But I would like to see Paris sometime.  Go see the Eiffel Tower… and jump off it.”

Barbara, Stephanie, and Cass all groaned at him.  Barbara gave him a stern look and pointed a warning finger in his face. “Not during the day.”

Duke laughed at her.  “Well I’m not going to do it at night.”

“Do it at sunrise,” Marinette advised.  “Less gendarmerie around then and if you angle it correctly, you get the most gorgeous view of the sunrise.”

“Bring sunglasses if you jump that way though.  I didn’t and I saw spots for hours.  Oh, and stretch first too,” Adrien added.  “You’re going to have to parkour for quite a while to try to ditch the GN.”

The rest of the table stared at them, jaws dropped in shock.  There was absolute silence at the table except for the sounds of Marinette sipping her drink and Adrien chewing his food. “You’ve…” Duke started almost too in awe to be able to finish the sentence.  “You’ve jumped off the Eiffel Tower?”

Marinette nodded and motioned between the two of them.  “Both of us have.  Both during an akuma attack and not.  Not was much preferable to during.”

“Isn’t that illegal?” Stephanie asked slowly.  She was like 90% positive it was but during akuma attacks, who knew what was legal anymore and Hell, maybe they had days where they gave exceptions. Stranger things have happened.

Marinette speared a bit of food and pointed it at her.  “Only if you get caught.”  She popped the food in her mouth with a triumphant grin.

Barbara blinked at her a few times and shook her head because dear God, there was another one.  She was going to fit right in.  No wonder she and Duke got along so well.  Both creative, smart, kind, thrill seeking, dumbasses.  “I’m pretty sure that’s not how that works,” she deadpanned.

Adrien shrugged and took a sip of his drink.  “I don’t know.  We didn’t get arrested, so I’m pretty sure it is.”

Duke and Stephanie started laughing hysterically.  They looked over at Cass with raised eyebrows when they settled down. Cass stared intently at Marinette and Adrien for a few seconds, staring into them like she was reading their souls. Marinette and Adrien looked at each other with identical unsure looks and subconsciously leaned back at the same time, shuffling in their seats.  Cass stared at them for just a few more seconds before she nodded.

“Holy shit,” Duke muttered in awe.  “You were telling the truth.”

Marinette looked back over at Adrien for an explanation he clearly didn’t have, judging by the blank look on his face before looking back at Duke.  “Uh… yeah?”

“What just happened?” Adrien asked tentatively.

“Sorry about that,” Barbara sent them a disarming smile.  “Cass is kind of like a human lie detector.  She is exceptionally good at telling if someone is lying.  She just confirmed that you two were not.”

Marinette blinked at Barbara a few times before turning to Cass and blinking at her.  “Huh… good to know,” she nodded slowly.  Her eyes stayed on Cass but it was clear her mind was running a mile a minute behind them.  After a few seconds she spoke up again.  “Can you tell the lies people tell themselves too?”

Cass quirked her head to the side and studied Marinette for a moment and shook her head.  “Have to know.”

Marinette nodded and silently took a bite of her food. “Well, that has to come in handy,” Adrien chirped.  “Remind me to take you with me when I meet people.”

Marinette could feel eyes boring into her.  She looked back over at Cass and raised a curious eyebrow at her.  “Hero,” she finally said.

Marinette coughed for a second and looked back at her with her most convincing blank look.  “I’m sorry.  What?”

Cass nodded toward Marinette.  “Eiffel Tower.”

Marinette chuckled disarmingly and shook her head. “You think I’m a lot more honorable than I am.  You think it’s more likely that I was a hero than that I knowingly, intentionally, purposefully violated the law for fun.”  She leaned closer to Cass with a smirk.  “But I can assure you, I regularly did.”

The others at the table looked to Cass.  She quirked her head to the side and gave a small smile before nodding.  “Truth.”  Cass pointed to herself.  “Next time.”

Marinette grinned and nodded excitedly. “Absolutely.”

Duke cleared his throat.  “And Duke,” Cass added.

Marinette chuckled.  “Of course.  We can make a New Kids Club event out of it.”

“And me!” Stephanie chirped.

Barbara sighed and turned to Adrien.  “Dick said you had a job interview yesterday.  How did it go?”

Marinette beamed at Adrien as he responded. Adrien’s face lit up.  “It went well I think.  I think I’d really enjoy working there!  I met the department chair and other professors.  It looks like a really supportive department and University, very research oriented.”

“Where is it?” Duke asked between bites.

“Metropolis,” Adrien answered, his fondness he’d already developed for the city bleeding into his tone.

“Oooh, Conner lives there.  If you’re still deciding if you want to live there or if you need a tour guide, or recommendations on where to eat, he’d be more than happy to help,” Stephanie offered.

Marinette’s smile turned into a pointed smirk and Adrien groaned quietly.  “Conner, did you say?”

Stephanie looked between them, her brow furrowing in confusion.  “Yeah?”

“That wouldn’t happen to be Tim’s single friend would it?”  Her eyes never left Adrien as she asked, her smirk somehow getting even sharper.

Adrien groaned even louder when he looked over and saw Cass’ smile matched Marinette’s and Duke and Stephanie both had devious, familiar looking glints in their eyes.  This was clearly payback for all his attempts to set Marinette and Chloe up with different people.  “Why yes, yes it is.  How about that,” Duke grinned.

Cass pulled out her phone and moved her finger around the screen for a second then finally looked up with an innocent looking smile.  Adrien groaned and dropped his head into his hands.  “I’m not even in this family.  Why am I being punished?”

Barbara laughed and popped a bit of food in her mouth. “That’s funny.  You think just because there’s no paperwork, you haven’t been adopted already.  I made that mistake at first too.”

Chapter 19

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switchin’ lanes - l.jn | ridin’ club

━ welcome to the ridin’ club smut series 

genre ➠ slow burn, smut, pwp???, fluff (if u squint) wordcount ➠ 8.3k details ➠  fem!reader, streetracer!jeno, badboy!jeno, college!au,  ━ where you and jeno are in a relationship, but not with each other. warnings ➠ explicit language, cheating, flirty banter, alcohol consumption, drugs, yall at a party, physical fighting (not with you), mentions of cuts/bruises, hickeys, drunk public dry humping, thigh riding, fingering, oral (f/receiving) synopsis ➠ If your boyfriend didn’t decide to join such a stupid unofficial club, then maybe you wouldn’t be in such a sticky situation where Lee Jeno is literally knuckles deep in your sticky situation as he drives you home. Or maybe if your boyfriend actually touched you, then you wouldn’t be seeking it from someone else, who can’t keep his hands off of you. taglist ➠ @rabbit-doyochi ; @darkneogotmyback ; @im-lame-irl ; @p-mini ; @niniluvsmarkhyuck ; @saniahmichael ; @jaehy9ngs ; @danyxthirstae01 ; @jaehyunoos ; @pikijaemin ; @suhweo​ ; @dearlyminhyung​

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The heavy double doors of the classroom stare tauntingly at you. The evening setting in, painting the sky with strokes of orange and pink. You managed to remain complaint free the entire day, until your forgetful boyfriend canceled on you because of a club meeting. A meeting for an unofficial club on campus because it is illegal to street race. A club consists of delinquents that are obsessed with cars and steal your boyfriend away from you. 

This is the fifth time this week that your boyfriend stood you up or coincidentally forgot your dates. You can’t remember the last time he physically stood in front of you and not through a phone screen. However, it is not completely the stupid club’s fault that your boyfriend has neglected you. 

He truly is the worst boyfriend ever. He blames everything on his bad memory and does not prioritize you in his life. He loves one thing --- his car. You could be lying in a hospital bed, and he wouldn’t care to check up on you. 

So why did you stay with him? Because you’re scared of being alone? Possibly, but it is a can of worms that you did not want to open just yet. Sex is definitely not the reason you stay with him. He hasn’t touched you sexually since the first and now, last time you two slept together. 

You try your best, to only be waved off with a yawn. He doesn’t compliment you. He doesn’t look at you lovingly. He doesn’t even kiss you for longer than two seconds. You are a toppling tower, ready to crumble at any given moment.

The anger in your body fuels you as you pull the door open to reveal several men in leather jackets chatting away with each other. One by one, they all begin to lay their eyes on who abruptly interrupted their joyous conversations. Your eyes scan the room full of intimidating men, whose auras cause a shiver to run down your spine.

Your boyfriend is nowhere in sight, given that there are plenty enough guys who have the ability to cover him. You walk into the open space and the entire mood of the room shifts. 

Heavy cologne and a deafening silence fill the air. One particular male, who has been eyeing you the entire time, gets up and walks towards you. 

“Are you lost, baby?” Scoffs and chuckles sparsely cover the corners of the room. The unknown male has a jarring cut on his eyebrow, matching a small bruise on his upper cheekbone. 

“I’m looking for my boyfriend…” Your weak voice trails off from the sudden attractive male intimidation. The tall man peers around the room, crossing his arms.

“If you are this beautiful woman’s boyfriend, please fucking come out now. It’s very rude to keep your girl waiting for you!” Initially, his low throaty shout startles you. A heavy heat falls on your cheeks when you register his choice of adjectives.

The whole room falls silent once more, before your pitiful boyfriend steps out from between two bulkier men. “Hey babe, what are you doing here?” His eyes nervously bounce around the room, a shaky laughter erupting from his gut. 

“Sorry, Jeno. I didn’t mean to cause such a scene. I didn’t even see her come in.”

Like a trigger, you remember your intentions for storming in uninvited. Jeno gauges your flaming reaction to your boyfriend’s apologetic words. He nods, not out of acceptance of the apology, but out of disbelief.

He pulls your boyfriend by the collar of his white shirt and your eye widens at the condescending tone that causes your boyfriend to cower, “I’m not the one to apologize to.” With a careless toss, your boyfriend ends up shaking in front of you.

“Jeno is not the only one you should be scared of.” You whisper angrily to him as the rest of the room continues on with their previous chatter. 

Your boyfriend rolls his eyes, “listen, Jeno’s been arrested before. You don’t want to get on that man’s bad side.” 

Your eyes wander behind your boyfriend’s hunching shoulders, catching Jeno steal peeks at you too. There is no interest in the other rambling male that stands in front of him. He just wants to check you out a bit more. 

He is the hottest person you’ve ever gotten the attention of. You feel flustered, and a bit flattered at his lingering gaze. His brown hair is slicked back messily, giving you more to admire. Jeno is an absolute cliche from a bad boy fanfiction. He is unreal, and the odd chance that he can’t keep his eyes off of you, is also unreal. 

But with a light nudge from a blue haired fellow, Jeno’s eyes peel away from your’s. They exchange a few words, which then propels Jeno to hurriedly put on his slightly tattered leather jacket.

You lick your lips to the sight of his body lines as he stands up to follow his friend, but not without another look back at you. Noticing your stare still on him, he bids you a tiny wave goodbye with a smirk to die for. And like that, he’s gone. 

“Are you listening to me?” Your boyfriend’s voice finally reaches your reality. Your focus shifts to the obviously irritated expression on his face. 

“I guess, I’m not. Don’t fucking stand me up again or I will key your car.” You aren’t actually those kinds of girls, but your boyfriend didn’t take a threat seriously unless it involves his highly treasured car. 

And like Jeno, you also make your exit out of the steamy room. The chilly night brush against your unknowingly hot cheeks. Then, you take yourself to the only unhealthy coping mechanism you can think of: a place of free alcohol and no boyfriend.

It takes you a few months to completely stop caring about your dying relationship. You figure how easy it is for your boyfriend to do it, so you make the same decision.

He spends his nights with his friends he made from his club, and has totally become a self proclaimed car enthusiast. You lose yourself in copious amounts of cheap alcohol at your local parties and it’s almost like you stop sulking over a man who kisses his car goodnight.

While being alone did not bother you as much as you had been dreading, the sexual frustration is a completely different issue. You are absolutely drooling whenever your eyes find Jeno in the crowds of sweaty bodies.

If there is one good thing that came out of your boyfriend’s membership in that club, it had to be Lee Jeno and a few other notable people who attended the same parties as you.

He became a very close acquaintance, and you had learned some very important names associated with the Ridin’ Club. Na Jaemin, Lee Haechan, and Huang Renjun. But the three could not compare to the kindhearted Jeno that makes butterflies stir in your lower abdomen. 

Over the months, you also had learned rather quickly that your sexually clouded mind had tricked you previously into thinking that Jeno’s stares were full of lust for you. His girlfriend makes it clear that it isn’t the case.

Although you have caught the couple making out several times when trying to use the bathroom, your feverish, impure attraction toward Jeno never calmed down.

“You’re looking very tempting tonight, baby.” Jeno’s beaming eye smile greets you, even after completely undressing you with his gaze. His arms are wide open to embrace your warm body. 

The parties are always too hot to wear a fully clothed outfit. You often settle for a cute tank top and a short skirt to prevent your legs from collecting extra moisture. Jeno, without a fail, shows up in black jeans that clad his lower half, tucked with a simple white shirt. His tattoos and toned arms being on full display for you to admire. 

“Better make sure your actual baby doesn’t hear that.” The loud beats of the music make Jeno’s chuckle almost inaudible, but his expression remains cheerful, as per usual. “Did you get into another fight?” 

The fresh wound cut through his smooth complexion, which will eventually join the rest of his collection of fading scars. He mindlessly grazes over the new bandaging and dramatically winces. Clearly concerned, you grab his hand away from the injury. “Don’t touch it, stupid.”

His smile curves into a sly smirk, as he intertwines your fingers and kisses the back of your hand. “It doesn’t hurt at all.” His chest heaves into a fit of giggles, “just wanted to see you care for me.” 

Groaning, you shake his massive hand off of your’s. “Very funny. I should start charging you for my attention.” 

“Name your price, I got all the money in the world for you.” He winks, while lightly pinching your cheek. You are lying to yourself if you thought you could ever stay away from him. Jeno stirs up a part of you that craves the cheesy nicknames, flirty comments and the undivided attention. 

He motions you to follow him into the mess of people. Almost as if he’s a god, the crowd parts for you two to walk through without unnecessary extra bodies. The fear that settles in many individuals’ chest is understandable.

Like your first impression, Jeno is a complete walking fanfiction trope. He negotiates better with his fists, usually with good reason. The guns of the Ridin’ Club, though, his friends are very much to be feared as well. They will not hesitate to run someone over, if given the heated situation to do so. And most definitely, you can count them to be backing up their fighter, Jeno. 

You had not been mindful before of the chatter that regarded the secret Ridin’ Club. They are notorious for fast paced very illegal races in the middle of nowhere destinations and tempers that aren’t meant to be provoked. Besides their intimidating aura, it melts away after getting to know them.

Lee Haechan, the most annoying brat, but has the strongest, the most loyal bond to his boys. He’s also notably funny, often making you laugh with an exchange of banter.

Huang Renjun, the whiniest and initially quiet boy, but grows to be one of the loudest and will chew you out if anyone dares try engaging in verbal combat. 

Na Jaemin, the flirty playboy who always has a swarm of girls, but the gentlest man with a soft spot for cute things. 

And finally, Lee Jeno, the owner of your nights. He is the friendliest of them all, despite him being the toughest one. While his stare can kill, melting away his layers reveal the warmest heart. Not that Jeno is the only one to show initial interest in you, but he is the most considerate to the people he holds close to him.

He has taken care of you for many drunk nights and watched protectively over your intoxicated figure in the crowds. He makes you feel safe and seen, which are some of the many reasons you are entirely attracted to him.

“(Y/N)!” Jaemin’s scream pierce your ears the moment the blueberry catches your eye. He excitedly nudges the other two boys, who are busy pouring drinks into red cups.

“You’re going to make me spill it, idiot!” Renjun grumbles, but looks up to see your dazzling smile and tremendous excitement. His own smile grows, “so the life of the party finally decided to say hi.”

“Hi, my fanclub. I appreciate the long awaited greeting.” Your over the top, sarcasm causes all of them to chime loudly. Haechan hands you a cup and wraps his arm around your shoulders. 

Jeno joins you at your side and the five of you clink your drinks to the ceiling. A fit of yells over the music and a competition of who can finish first. As per usual, you set your cup down after draining the entirety. The others are still chugging the burning liquid down their throats. 

Haechan coughs after dropping his cup onto the counter. His face is twisted with the most disgusted contour, “I don’t know how you do it, (Y/N).”

“I already drank more than you guys, so it just tastes like water now.” You scream over the loud music. Jeno, Jaemin and Renjun toss their empty cups into the sink. 

At this rate, you are completely blindsided by the effects of the alcohol as your legs give out to gravity. Jeno catches you quickly, holding your elbows and your head is placed on his shoulder. Jaemin chuckles lovingly, before helping Jeno balance you against the island. Your head feels heavy on your shoulders, as the room spins in front of you. 

“You good?” Haechan pats your head gently, whispering close to you.

“I---” You try catching your breath after being winded. “--It’s hitting me now.”

Jeno wraps his arm around your lower waist to draw you close to him, “want to go sit down?” He mumbles into your hair. You nod, Jeno and Renjun supporting your limp body to walk over to the couch.

The dark living room is lit up only by colorful led lights, but it is not enough to make out much of anything. Everyone is in their own world, dancing and socializing within their own selves. The two men set you down on the cushion, but your impulse catches onto Jeno’s wrist before he leaves. Renjun is already lost in the crowd.

“Can I sit on your lap?” You pout cutely, all the shame in your body has been displaced with courage. Jeno’s eyes soften at your sudden request, and kisses the top of your forehead.

“The throne is all yours.” He says as he sits at your side and pulls you on top of his thick thighs. His arm is loosely dangling around your waist, resting on top of your thighs. 

The intimate position causes your mind to wander into dark thoughts. His strong, sturdy legs feel delicious against your clothed core. While you’ve been in this position once before, you could never forget how protected, yet very horny it makes you feel. 

“What’s on your mind, (y/n)?” Jeno’s deep voice brushes against your bare shoulder and you feel his chest press against your back. “You’ve been pretty silent tonight.”

You turn slightly to face him, “if I told you, I’m scared it would ruin things between us.”

“There’s nothing in the world that can hold me back from you.” He is always so quick to spill such alluring words. His soft lips graze lightly on your skin as his sparkling eyes look up at your expression.

All it takes is one more tiny kiss on your arm to get you grabbing his face, drawing him into a steamy, long awaited kiss. Surprisingly, he kisses you back, open mouth and tongue lapping with your’s. His hands reposition your legs to where you straddle him. Your faces dive deeper into each other’s as the kiss continues to intensify.

Jeno’s lips still have a hint of alcohol, but he mostly tastes like mint gum. And they are comparable to a cloud, the softest lips you have ever made out with. It is like kissing pure heaven, completely different from your boyfriend’s two second pecks. Jeno devours you in a needy way, like he’s been waiting to explore the wonders of your lips. 

However, you pull away when you feel the vibration of his phone against your inner thigh, almost like a wake up call. As if all the liquid courage disappeared, you blink back in shock at Jeno’s plump wet lips. The thought of his girlfriend crosses your mind, and maybe slight guilt for your own boyfriend fills your system.

You quickly start getting up from his hot body, “fuck, I’m so sorry..” But his hands pull you back onto him, your legs finding their way open above his thighs again. 

“Don’t be, I’ve always wondered what your lips would taste like.” A smirk, then a hearty chuckle relaxes your contracting nerves at the potential of a ruined friendship. 

“But, your girlfriend..” Your tiny voice trails off and Jeno picks up your chin. His fingers rubbing along your jawline.

His eyes do another lap around your features. He admires your averting shy eyes, your beautiful lips, and how they all come together to make a stunning you. 

There is no doubt in Jeno’s mind that he is very attracted to you. He knew it the moment you barged into the club meeting. You are his type of woman, a good mixture of confident and timidness. You like to have some fun, and aren't afraid to be bold. Not to mention, that you are incredibly hot and every time you flirt back just makes him melt inside.

“She won’t care. She hooks up with people all the time.” It puzzles you, all this time you had been holding yourself back from Jeno because he has a girlfriend. All to find out that the relationship isn’t as serious as you thought it to be.

“I know, it doesn’t make sense. But we aren’t two people to be tied down, but at the same time, we like each other enough to want to stay together.”

Your confused expression causes Jeno to laugh and ask, “what’s the dilemma with your boyfriend?”

Rolling your eyes at the mention of your boyfriend, you sigh, “it’s like we’re still together, but we aren’t at the same time. We’ve abandoned the relationship unknowingly.”

Jeno runs a warm hand up and down your thigh, while he listens intently to you. He nods, grabbing your waist to pull you over his groin. “I’m sorry to hear that.” 

“No, he’s a shitty person and an even shittier boyfriend. We literally haven’t fucked for the past year. I’m practically a virgin again.” His hand automatically gives your thigh a light squeeze.

Jeno’s eyes light up as you quickly cover your mouth out of embarrassment. A devilish smirk raises his cheekbone, and lust clouds his mind. Gauging his reaction, your cheeks turn hot.

“We’ll have to change that, don’t we? My baby must be all kinds of frustrated. Tell me, do you like when I touch you then?” Jeno drops in tempo, usually when he wants to be more intimidating with a deeper voice. 

You clear your throat intending to speak, but you can only nod your head in response. “C’mon, (Y/N). Use your words, like a big girl.” Even with the loud music and continuous chatter, you can hear Jeno‘s taunting whisper. 

His words tickle your collarbone as he runs his lips against your neck. Your heart is pumping rapidly at the turn of events, as if the possibility of having something beyond a kiss from Jeno is more than possible at this rate. 

Jeno enjoys your small whimpers as he marks your neck with purple love bites. Right in the center of the crowded room, Lee Jeno is just casually giving you hickeys.

“Yes, I love that you can’t keep your hands off of me.” 

Almost immediately, you can feel his lips curve into a smile on your skin. Pop! Jeno marvels the darkness against your skin in the mood lighting. A small part of him hopes you do end up seeing your boyfriend sometime soon, so he can see who you really belong to.

“How about we try touching like this?” Jeno pushes you down hard against his pelvis, the veins on his hands becoming evident from the grip and the tiny drawings permanently staining his fingers.

You gasp the moment you feel Jeno’s hip begin to move underneath you to the beat of the song. He rolls your hips rhythmically to match his speed. His clothed hard on can be felt through the only barrier you have on --- your panties.

The thin fabric is soon drenched in your juices after the continuous friction up and down his length. You throw your head back to every bump against your clit, the electrifying feeling enact more of your wetness to puddle. 

You can’t believe you were grinding against Jeno in the middle of a full party, as if his friends aren’t a few feet away. It is a good thing that your skirt pools around both of your waists to conceal the dirty deed underneath.

Jeno’s lip escapes under his top row of teeth as he rubs his clothed length against your barely covered pussy. He can feel his jeans dampening from your wetness and his eyes roll to the back of his head from how the feeling of wanting you consumes his body. He really becomes uncontrollable when it comes to you. 

This is the most sexual activity you have had with another person for over a year. Jeno just looks absolutely heavenly intoxicated with lust, and your mouth waters at how big his cock must be. You can feel his length the harder Jeno rolls against you, and it is definitely bigger than your boyfriend’s. 

You are trying so hard to stay quiet and unnoticeable, but the pleasure seeps out every crevice. Jeno is trained on you as your hand reaches up to cover your mouth, the muffled whimpers escaping your lips uncontrollably.

“I’m so close.” You admit, your body jolting every time his jean button grazes against your sensitive bud.

Jeno moves you over his thigh, forgetting his incredibly hard dick straining in his jeans. As long as you are satisfied, he can care less about his own pleasure. A low scream erupts from your throat when he flexes against you. 

His thigh is much more stable, with more control for consistency. You quickly notice the dark, wet spot on his jeans and you blush even harder. Your underwear clings onto you from the excessive moisture, but Jeno continues to help you finish.

The strands of hair cover your face, but Jeno needs to see your fucked out expression. He is taken aback when you start riding his thigh faster, grinding harder without the aid of his hands.

His mouth hangs slightly open in awe at your neediness, he truly did not know the extent of your sexual frustrations. Oh, but how he is incredibly turned on by you getting off on him. 

“I want you to cum for me, you deserve it.” Jeno brings you in for another passionate kiss. The mixture of his tongue sucking harshly on yours, and the friction on your clit are more than enough to reach your climax. 

Your legs clenched tightly around Jeno’s thigh. The small knot in your stomach that built, drops like the beat playing in the background. The feeling of white is familiar, but it is more intense than when you would touch yourself. You are finally receiving the pleasure from someone else’s touch, someone who wants you to unravel for him.

Jeno pulls away from your lips, kissing down your neck and collarbones as your chest heaves for air. His palm soothes your shaking legs as your climax subsides. You fall into his arms, and he laughs. The reality that you two just did that publicly registers in both of your minds.

Digging your shy face further into Jeno’s shoulder, he whispers lovingly, “let me drive you home.” 

“Are you still drunk?” The muffled question tickles Jeno’s neck.

“I think you beautifully cumming on my thigh sobered me up.” He jokes and you quickly cover his mouth. Your heart practically stops and you hope no one else heard him.

It is silly that you are now self conscious, as if the whole room didn’t just watch you and Jeno grind on the couch. But, the feeling of embarrassment and regret lingers in your stomach. You mentally thank the dark room for concealing both of your identities.

“I’m sorry for your jeans.” A pout begs for forgiveness as you stare at Jeno’s beaming smile. He takes your hand off of his mouth, not forgetting to give your fingertips a lingering kiss.

“I’m sorry for your boyfriend. He doesn’t know what he’s missing.” Jeno parts your hair from your neck, admiring the marks he left on you. A small sense of pride builds inside of him, accompanied by a tiny bundle of possessiveness.

“Let me say goodbye to the boys and I’ll take you home.” 

Nodding, Jeno carefully lifts you off of him and onto the cushion. He leans over to kiss your cheek. As he gets up, you see the darker shades on his jeans from your doing. However, Jeno is completely unbothered and continues to find his friends.

Now that you are alone, you feel a bit nervous that someone would come up to you and talk about what they saw. Checking your phone, your screen blinds you with absolutely no notifications from your boyfriend. Going on social media is worse, as you scroll to see that your boyfriend posted a photo.

It is a photo of his hot, red polished car. He obnoxiously posed squatting next to the front wheel, his lips puckered up and kissing the rims. With a caption that makes every regret in your body disappear, “with my one and only.” 

The phone is tossed somewhere else, wishing to delete the image from your memory. Your eyes wander around the room, when they spot a suspicious man sneakily dropping a small pill in an unattended drink. He, then, looks up and catches your stare. Caught red handed. 

But the male smugly smirks, “you’re going to pretend you didn’t see that, like how half of this room pretended to not see you grinding on Jeno.” 

“You’re complete scum, I can’t believe you just roofied someone’s drink.” You yell in utter disbelief at the unwavering man. His disgusting smirk changes into a menacing smile.

He approaches you, his height allowing him to tower above. You gulp, scared at how he can easily overpower you at any second.

“And what are you going to do about it? What? Jeno didn’t loosen you up enough?” His revolting hot breath beating down your nose, invading every corner of your personal space. 

Before you can find any insult to speak back, his figure goes flying sideways and out of your face. It’d be a lie to not admit your heart skipping a beat at the sight of Jeno’s clenched fists and locked jaw. His sharp gaze watches as the stranger gets up from the ground, inflammation already growing on his left cheek.

“Dude, what the fuck!” He shouts angrily, holding his cheekbone as he winces at the pain. Immediately, the conversations are replaced with gasps, and small whispers at the sight. People gather around the living room to see the commotion. Even you are unsure how to react to the sudden fight.

The other man lunges at Jeno with full force, but Jeno stops him by grabbing the man’s collar, “this,” Jeno punches his lip, busting it open, “is for dropping a roofie in someone’s drink.”

The stranger groans at the impact, but still gets up with a fist straight for Jeno’s gut. Watching Jeno take a blow is much more difficult than you had been expecting.

He crouches over from the punch, but quickly regains his composure to put the man in a headlock. A few more gasps erupt and wonder if you should stop him before he does something unnecessarily stupid. 

“This,” the man squirms to try to get out of Jeno’s iron grip, “is for disrespecting my babygirl.” And with a shift snap, the male falls limp and unconscious.

A surprised intake of air and Jeno peers up at your scared expression. He calmly walks over to you, ignoring the swarm of people that had gathered around the scene. He can only see one thing — you. Jeno’s wandering eyes try to read your expression, but all he sees is a terrified girl.

“I’m sorry you had to see that, are you okay, (Y/N)?” 

Blinking blankly for a few moments, you are mortified at the laying body, “what did you do to him?” 

Jeno looks back at the stranger casually, “I put him to sleep for a bit. He’ll wake up in about 20 minutes.”

A rush of reassurance washes over you knowing that he is alive and Jeno didn’t just kill someone in front of you. You exhale all the anxiousness and nerves, 

“thank you for stepping in.”

“I don’t fight without a good reason. You are more than a perfect reason to fight for.” He pinches your cheek cutely, and his tough exterior fades away yet again. 

His famous eye smile that warms your insides is back as if the scary, intimidating expression didn’t exist a few seconds ago. Jeno’s good sides only appear with you. Nevertheless, you are happy to know how special you are to see them. 

“Violence is never the answer.” He nods, only taking it for a grain of salt. “Are you okay? It looked like stringbean knocked some wind out of your gut.”

The teddy bear thrusts himself forward into a fit of laughter, his head resting on your lap. His melody lights every dark corner inside of you. “He did get a good punch in there, didn’t he?”

His rumbling laughter stops, and he peers up at you. “I can’t believe you were still worried about a complete asshole.” 

Scoffing, you break the shared gaze. “I’m a compassionate human being.” Jeno stands up, extending his hand for you to take.

“I know, you’re the best kind of person.” He genuinely means it with the way his tone remains quite stern, eye contact unwavering. He is revealing more of his intimate parts, and in return, you wish for him to see your’s. 

Silence drowns out all the commotion between you two. Jeno grows shy at the way the galaxies reflect in your stare. “I--” Never once, did you think you would witness Lee Jeno stammer over his words. “I-I, let’s-- I want to take you for a drive.” 

To Jeno, a drive to him is equivalent to your hand in marriage. Even his own girlfriend has never been on a drive with him. It is a big part of his personality, given that he is a crucial member of the Ridin’ Club. However, out of all of them, he is the last one to flaunt his hobby. It is special, almost sacred to his entire being. 

“Me?” It is the dumbest question to ask, but you really want to clarify his intentions. Before this night, you two were barely considered friends. You two never saw each other outside of the late night parties.

But now, Lee Jeno wants to take you on a drive. It makes you wonder if the desire of companionship is mutual, that he too pines to further your relationship.

“I’m not looking at anyone else,” Jeno still waiting for your hand and holding an intense eye contact. His heart lays exposed for you, just right on his sleeve. An innocence paints his usual intimidating aura, “let me show my special girl, what is special to me.” 

He must possess some magic because he knows every way to make you swoon. And like that, your palm meets his and he locks his fingers between yours. 

The moment you enter Jeno’s striking, eye catching car, you automatically relax into the leather seats. His pristine car matches his personality --- simple, but captivating. Your boyfriend’s car is the exact opposite, which is why you never enjoy sitting in it.

Jeno has pieces of himself that scatter his car, like an adorable small plushie that watches out the back window. A beaded lanyard dangles from his rear view mirror. It even matches his scent of a deep ocean breeze.

Unlike your boyfriend’s obnoxious details, Jeno did not have a light up stereo that flashed annoyingly to every beat drop in a song. Instead, a sweet lilac color illuminates at your feet, along with his. 

“You like what you see?” Jeno catches you astonish at the tiny aspects of the interior. 

“Of course, it’s yours. It’s exactly like how I would imagine it to be.” Jeno is proud, hearing you praise his car. Even he can admit, it is a bit weird to be so connected to an inanimate object.

Nevertheless, his car, racing, driving became a huge part of his life. And unlike his friends, he feels rather shy and slightly embarrassed for being such a geek. 

But hearing you actually appreciating the small details of his car when you probably hate every aspect of racing due to your boyfriend’s doing, it makes him feel very happy.

Maybe happy is an understatement, more like overjoy at how you freely can recognize the things that make him content. You respect him, and are mindful that as mundane as a car is, you know that it is something important to him.

Silence becomes the majority of the ride out of the quiet, suburban neighborhood. While Jeno’s eyes remain focused on the road ahead, you are concentrated on him.

He drives with one hand on the wheel as he rests his elbow on the middle console. His eyebrow creases here and there. It is the most normal, mundane activity anyone can do --- drive. That is all he is doing, yet the effect it suddenly has on you can not go unnoticed. 

Abruptly, with the rev of the engine and a press on the gas, the car practically flies on the empty freeway. It catches you off guard, causing you to hold onto the grab handle. Jeno peeks over at your shocked figure, and smiles to himself.

“Relax, (Y/N).” He calls your name, reaching over to rub your thigh as a way to calm your anxiousness. Automatically, your hand grips onto his for support and the other one drops from the handle. 

Exhaling, your eyes are trained ahead. The car is moving so fast that you can’t even make out anything around you. Everything becomes nothing, but colorful streaks against a dark background. The gravity against your chest feels crushing.

“How-- How fast are you going?” 

Jeno glances at the speedometer and intertwines your fingers into his own. “I don’t think I should tell you that, you might actually have a heart attack.” 

The window rolls down and you are hit with rumbling wind, “I know you’re scared right now, so stick your head out the window and take a deep breath.”

You look at him in pure fear, “what?! I can’t even move, let alone stick my head out the window!”

Jeno shakes his head, “trust me. Please, trust me.” He needs you to experience the same thrill he does. His own adrenaline is through the roof, out the entire atmosphere of the vehicle. The amount of joy he is experiencing became tenfold now that you are sitting beside him. 

You trust him and very meticulously, go against the wind. Your hair crazily dances along with the rush and your eyes water from being dried out. Adjusting to the pressure, you also stick your hand out the window. It whips backward, but you feel the wind slip between your fingers.

The rise in heartbeat and excitement pump through your veins. The beauty in the white streaks that create a runway, it is nothing but you and the open space. There is no other way to explore it, except at a high pace. You understand why Jeno loved it so much. 

Jeno bounces between the road and half of your figure out his window. Your eyes are closed initially, before you barely squint open. Tears fly by with strands of your hair, but you start to move your hand to physically feel the thrill pass between your fingers.

Then he sees it in the side mirror: the sweet curve in your lips he loves the most and the wideness of life in your eyes. It only makes him press the gas harder.

“That was incredible! You should take me riding with you more.” You marvel at him as he starts the route to your place. It is complete playfulness that hints in your tone because you are aware of how sacred these are to him. Nevertheless, a part of you still hopes he agrees to do so.

Jeno nods, “only because I like you,” He pauses, gauging your reaction with his side eye gaze, “a lot.”

Your heart sinks to an unsettling place in your stomach. Jeno could not possibly be serious, however, his tone no longer matches the playfulness of your own. It almost seems like he is telling the truth. But you didn’t want to believe that. 

Your eyes make a full circle before settling at the disappearing sidewalks, “stay in your lane, Jeno.” It is to keep the mood still light, you and Jeno aren’t ones to be serious. 

His hand has been on your thigh for the whole night, whether it be out of habit or comfort. His touch is always welcoming and warm, but suddenly, you feel the small squeeze on your flesh. Turning your attention on his face, you can see how a smirk has grown. 

“But yours seems much more fun.” Immediately, your stomach leaps with somersaults. Your throat gets dry and tight, not anticipating that response. 

“Beside, you can’t act like we both haven’t swerved. It was barely moments ago that you were cum---”

“---No need to further explain.” 

“And I’d proudly do it again.” His voice drops several decibels and his hand slowly snakes it’s way up your thigh. All the while, his eyes still on the road ahead.

You gulp as every heartbeat constricts your throat. Lifting the ends of your skirt higher to expose more, you secretly want Jeno to cause your legs to shake again. “D-Do what again?”

Jeno perks up to the sweetness of curiosity in your tone. He pulls up to a red stoplight, being able to finally look over to your innocent face and needy hands gripping the cute, thin fabric. He stares deeply into your eyes, “make my baby cum.” 

Similarly to the stoplight, you give Jeno the green light to pull your panties to the side. You spread your legs wide as his finger massages your pussy lips. He gets dangerously close to your erect clit, barely skimming over it. 

A needy, yet delicate moan escapes your lips and Jeno’s jaw tightens. He’s more upset that he’s missing the view of your legs spread, open mouth in ecstasy, half lid eyes all in the passenger seat of his car. He hopes for another red light, just so he can peek over at your delicious figure.

“Jeno, please touch me.” Your voice is airy and desperate. He hummed in response, completely withdrawing his hand from your core. However, you catch his wrist and bring it to rest on your inner thigh. “Please.” 

The distinct beg in your tone drives him crazy. As he dips his finger into your sudden wetness, a shiver runs up your spine. Right when he applies minimal pressure on your bundle of nerves, you jolt and close your thighs around his hand.

One touch already feels too good to be true, that finally someone, Lee fucking Jeno, is actually touching your nakedness. Peering down, Jeno’s arm is flexing in between your legs. His veins popping ever so slightly and his tattoos paint his smooth skin. 

“Open your legs, babe.” His low devilish chuckle rumbles in your lower abdomen. “Let me give you the lovin’ you’ve been deprived of.” 

You shudder at his cadence and slowly pry open your legs. Jeno stops at a red light and gets to see your reaction as he rubs you in a fast rhythmic pace. A soft cry yelps from your throat and you have to grip the handle to keep yourself from spazzing out any further. 

Almost like a trance, he doesn’t notice that the light turns green. He’s locked into the sight of your contorting body. Your hips have a mind of its own, yet again, as Jeno feels you rolling deeper into his touch.

“Poor baby, you’re so touch starved that you can’t control yourself.” 

“It feels better when you do it.” You whine, your lip being bruised from your biting. But your eyes notice the green illumination and you blink over at Jeno.

He is practically drooling at the sight of you, his eyes are trained at your needy hips and dripping wet core that soaks his fingers. You stop every urge to steal more kisses from him.

Jeno briefly recovers from the trance and steps on the gas. He takes this opportunity to ease a finger into the core, causing you to exclaim and squeeze around his digit. “Oh fuck, you’re so tight.” 

“More, Jeno.” The way his name rolls off of your tongue makes his heart flutter and his dick to raise in his jeans. Without much hesitation, he slowly slips in another finger and you moan at the stretch. Pumping and curling, he ensures that you are enjoying every action.

His fingers curl against your plushy flesh and your legs spread wider for him to go deeper. You’re a moaning mess when he curls up to your sweet spot, rubbing his fingertips quickly. The familiar queasy feeling builds in your lower regions, and Jeno becomes merciless with his fingers.

He guides them in and out of you, feeling your tightness release and invite him back in. The sloppy wet noises fill the car and drown out the engine. Your half lidded eyes bounce at Jeno’s unbothered figure and the entire scene seems absolutely unbelievable to you.

One hand on the wheel. The other knuckles deep in your pussy. Eyes focus on the road ahead. A comfortable man spread. His hair is messy from the long night.

It is all too unbelievable, that Jeno’s already giving you a second climax of the night when you could barely get one in a year before. And he loves touching you as much as he loves driving. 

However, the guilty raises as fast as the ball of tension in your gut. You two pull up in front of your apartment building, while Jeno’s tugging his fingers against your flesh aggressively. In a split second, you hold onto his wrist to stop him. 

He shifts into park when the car settles into a spot and peers over to you. A curious expression daunts onto him, rather concern that he might have been too much. “I’m starting to feel guilty.” 

Jeno nods, and retrieves his fingers out of your dripping core. The feeling of emptiness causes all the built up pressure to dissipate.

“I understand,” he begins, but pauses at the sight of your sticky juices glistening on his fingers. Your eyes widen as he licks them clean, a soft moan escaping from the back of his throat. 

The small action spikes your heart rate and you rub your legs together. With a pop! Jeno hums delightfully, “baby, you taste so good. I’m a little sad I won’t be tasting more, especially directly from the source.” His lustful eyes glance down at your thighs and back to your profile. 

“I’ll walk you up to your apartment.” He says way too casually, unbuckling his seat belt. A mixture of emotions are running through your head. There is guilt, but lust is too powerful to ignore, especially when it’s Lee Jeno. The damage is already done, right? It’s not like it wasn’t moments ago that you humped him in the middle of a party. 

“Wait,” your hands find themselves gripping onto his leather jacket tightly. Jeno gently reaches over to release your strong grip and replaces the leather with his hand. 

“Yes, babygirl?” Jeno’s round, friendly eyes meet yours. The lust clouded darkness is no longer there. His hand feels hot and somewhat rough. 

“I’m going to break up with my boyfriend, so promise me, you’re not going to dip out of my life afterwards… I don’t need you to be anything more than a friend. I just can’t lose you too.”

He turns around in his seat to face you comfortably. “I don’t think you’ve noticed, but I can’t stay away from you, let alone have the ability to leave you.” He reassures you with a soothing and calm tone. His thumb draws circles around your knuckles. “I’m always going to be your friend, whether or not I know how you taste.” 

“Do you still want to try it … you know, from the source?” You shyly ask, an innocence embodying your gaze and voice cadence.

Jeno raises an eyebrow, a smirk on his lips. “I’d love to, only if you let me.” 

Instantly, you shift to get on your lower back. Jeno watches as you excitedly position yourself open for him and actually finds your eagerness quite adorable. Your left leg bends behind the driver’s seat and your right rests on the dashboard. 

He hooks his arms underneath your thighs to pull you forward towards him and your whole body slides against the leather. With a slow lift, your skirt reveals your drenched panties. Rolling them off and tossing them to the back seat, he lays eyes on your still dripping pussy. Jeno takes a second to admire your flower, this being his first time he’s seen such a private part of you.

“You’re beautiful, you know that right?” He chuckles deeply, before his tongue licks a long strip up to your clit. You exclaim out of the tingling pleasure that seized your insides.

He flattens his tongue against your bundle of nerves, flicking and circling. His finger enters your pussy again, curling up to rub at the same pace he is licking. The pure sight of Jeno’s head in between your legs is enough for butterflies to explode. 

His sole motive is to make you feel good. There is nothing else in the world that he wants at this moment beside pleasure to overtake your body. Jeno eats you out like he hasn’t had a meal in months. His mouth wraps around your clit. The mixture of his flicks and sucks cause electric bolts to run down your legs. 

You get more wet as Jeno pumps his finger in and out of your hole. Your juices are practically dripping onto the interior of the car, but Jeno doesn’t care.

He fucking loves it. He loves the taste of you lingering on his tongue. Your breathless moans. Your waterfall dripping on uncontrollably. The view of you unwinding because of him. Nothing can be more perfect. 

Running your hands through his messy locks, you press him closer into you. A devilish smile draws on his face as he flicks his tongue side to side. “Oh, fuck! I’m.. so c--close.” 

Your back arches upward into Jeno’s mouth, feeling his muscle lick harder and faster on your throbbing clit. He adds a second finger, and the simultaneous stimulation practically throws you into another dimension. The pleasure overtakes your entire lower half, your legs trembling from pure ecstasy as you approach your orgasm.

“Don’t stop, I’m going to---” Then, Jeno pulls away and shoves his tongue into your warmth. A gasp hits the air as he also continues to rub circles on your sensitive nerves. His tongue fucked your pussy incredibly skillfully and deliciously. With this switch, your legs violently shake and try clamping together.

However, his strength holds you wide and open for display. A low grunt follows suit as his dark eyes zone in on your contoured facial expressions. Then, the white light blind you once again and the ball of tension unravels itself on Jeno’s tongue. Squirming and screaming, your hips buck forward on their own. 

It is close to being too catastrophic, this being the most intense orgasm you’ve had after a whole year. Nevertheless, the satisfaction is right on the tips of your toes and you greedily indulge in the euphoric moment. Jeno feels your walls squeeze around his muscle as he laps every last bit of you up.

He is absolutely addicted to your juices, making sure he catches every drop. Finally pulling away, he wipes the extra drip on the back of his hand. Jeno blinks at your raising chest and limp legs. Chuckling, his warm hand massages feeling back into your body.

“Do you want me to carry you back up?” His hoarse, raspy voice wakes you from your post orgasm daydream. You flutter your lashes at him fondly and happily nod at his offer. 

Getting out of the car, Jeno walks over to the passenger side and your arms rest nicely around his neck. His palms support your butt, but also smoothing your skirt over to cover your decency. A poke against your outer thigh makes you realize that Jeno is strained against his jeans.

“I can take care of you too.” You pout cutely at Jeno, but he shakes his head.

“It’s not about me tonight. It’s about you.” Leaving a soft kiss on your cheek, his eyes turn into moon crescents from his lovable smile. The kind, friendliness makes an appearance again.

Or so you think! In a sheer second, Jeno’s deep voice rumbles your stomach and his hooded eyes pierce your soul, “next time though, I’m fucking you real good, babe.” 

You hum in response. Saliva collects in your mouth, already looking forward to more of Jeno. But a chilly draft brushes up your exposed area as Jeno carries you up the flight of stairs.

“Wait, Jeno… I don’t have my underwear on.” The ‘Level 3’ sign is in view as Jeno turns to walk. 

He only laughs and shrugs nonchalantly, “it’s better that way anyways.” Without another word, he continues upward to your floor and you playfully punch his solid chest. In all honesty, that’s not going to be the only time you leave behind your panties in his beloved car. 

Your hatred for the notorious Ridin’ Club subside after such a wild night. If anything, you owe it all to your shitty ex-boyfriend for joining such a ridiculous club. Without him and the club’s existence, who knows if Lee Jeno would’ve still swerve into your lane. 

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