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pinguwrites · 7 months

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You Set My Soul Alight | Jonathan Crane

Pairing -> sub!jonathan crane x villain!reader

Summary -> You and Jonathan Crane have always been at odds. He's an arrogant asshole and you're a sarcastic shit, and no matter what you always find a way to bump heads. The worst part about it is that deep down you find him brilliant and attractive and utterly intoxicating. One day, Crane comes to you with a plea to enticing to resist, and you find this the perfect opportunity to put him in his place.

Warnings -> smut (minors dni), enemies with feelings, sub!Jon acting like a brat, swearing, dom!reader, degradation kink, ma'am kink, unprotected sex, edging, hair pulling, ball slapping, slapping in general, if you squint real hard Jonathan's lowkey a little sexist, bruce wayne is a playboy, reader's kinda a simp

Word count: 5k

Disclaimer: The Dark Knight trilogy/DC characters, plots, quotes, etc. do not belong to me and belong to the rightful owner(s). This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.

Jonathan Crane glared at you, his piercing blue eyes filled with a layer of contempt and almost embarrassment like he was regretting this entire endeavor. It was delightful, seeing him in this state, and you made sure to enjoy every second of it — the way his cheeks were tinting a light pink, his muscles tensed up and his tone coming out a desperate yet still arrogant plea. Moments like these were rare, and you were ready to savor and drag them out every chance you got.

“I need your help,” he repeated, his tone distasteful like he was swallowing a bitter pill. “I told you, I need more money for my experiments, but I can’t do it without any funding. Wayne Enterprises is hosting a gala next week. All the richest of the city will be there and all of them are looking to donate. Charity, science, whatever will make them look good. I know you’re going, so I’m asking — as polite as I can be — please, get me an invite.”

You tilted your head to the side, eyes trailing off to look at some random painting on the wall. You briefly wondered how he got past your home security, but after a few seconds, you focused your attention back on him. “Sorry, what did you say? Can you repeat that?” you said with a slight grin.

Jonathan pursed his lips. “Don’t be clever with me.” But then he shakes his head and lets his serious facade go. “We both know you have the connections to score another invite . . . Please, my darling.”

Your heart fluttered at the nickname, the way it always did when he called you that. You wondered if he knew just how much you enjoyed it.

“I like it when you beg, it’s always been a good look on you.”

Jonathan smiles. A mock smile.

“Well, it’s true. No point in getting all upset.” You shrug, heading over to your kitchen to get some iced coffee for the both of you. “Tell me, why should I help you? Why should I help the man who has made it his mission to offend me every time we speak?”

You may have been a little unfair in saying that. Sure, he was a brat, but so were you. In fact, ever since you two met you had always been at each other’s throats, demeaning one another, insulting everything from intellect to personality to looks. You doubt your paths would have ever crossed had it not been for your good friend Harley, who introduced you both one fateful summer evening.

You don’t know what went wrong that day. Maybe it was the weather, the exceptionally hot wind that only frequented Gotham once every couple of years, the ones that made the city cranky and sweaty, or perhaps it was simply a bad first impression, the ones that just happened every once in a while. It had happened far too long ago to remember what it was that made you dislike Jonathan so much in the first place, and you were sure it didn’t matter. According to everyone who knew him, he had always been an ass, but he was good company once you got to know him.

Maybe he was. You wanted to figure that out, to peel away the layers of armor. You could be friends, lovers even. He could be yours. Yours to do whatever you wanted with. Yours to put in place, because god knows he needed it.

You weren’t sure when you started to think like this. To grow an obsession, but you did, and you couldn’t stop your feelings now. You didn’t want to stop. Loving Jonathan was too addictive, no matter how much he pretended to hate you — because you knew he didn’t actually hate you. Otherwise, he wouldn’t stop in once every while, under the pretense of snarky put-downs or brags. He wouldn’t graze his fingers with yours when walking by, and he wouldn’t ask your friends (namely Harley) what you did, what you liked, and what you talked about.

“Because deep down,” Jonathan answered, following you into the kitchen, “you know I’m brilliant, and you know I deserve your help.” He accepted the coffee, taking a small sip before continuing, “But you’re too prideful to admit it.”

“Maybe I am, but that’s not a good reason. Deserve isn’t enough, Crane. At least not for me. I know you can do better than this, convince me. That mouth must be good for something.”

Jonathan paused, his tongue briefly sweeping over his lower lip, making it glisten in the light of the lamp. You weren’t sure if the brief silence was because he got flustered, or he was just thinking. “Then do it because you want to,” he finally said. “Because you know my research is important and you care for it, enough to do me this one simple favor.”

“I don’t know . . .” you trailed off in a teasing tone.

It seemed like Jonathan was getting annoyed again. “My dear, won’t you help me?”

“I’m still thinking.”

He groaned. “Pretty please?”

You let out a little sigh, barely audible. “I will. For you.”

That last part had intended to come off as flirtatious and pretentious, but instead, it was soft and delicate, so vulnerable it took you off guard.

“Thank you,” he said, setting his glass down. He had finished all of the coffee, quickly enough so that there were still ice cubes lying on the bottom of the glass. “I’ll pick you up, around four. Who knows, maybe we’ll even have some fun.”

And that was it. He left through your front door without saying anything else, leaving you with thoughts of the gala and what dress you were going to wear.

That next week you had settled on one and bought yourself a burgundy dress, a beautiful shade of red, one like expensive wine or fresh blood, a color that you knew looked good on you. It was a deep cut that went through the valley of your breasts, but if you pressed your arms inwards just slightly, which you fully intended to do, they would push up. It was a look classy enough for a gala, but still seductive enough to garner attention.

Originally, you weren’t going to attend the function at all. This kind of stuff had always been boring for you, even as a child who was forced to go, but if Jonathan was going on your behalf then you sorta had to and definitely wanted to.

A ring sounded through your house. He was here.

You opened the door and took a deep breath once you saw Jonathan. He was dressed in a neat suit, but not like the suit he was wearing when you last saw him. This one was charcoal black, silky, and smooth, with a white handkerchief in his outer breast pocket. His shoes were the same color and looked like they had just been shined, and in his hand was a bouquet of red roses.

“For you,” he said, placing them in your hands. His eyes swept over your figure, and his mouth parted for a moment. “It matches.” You huffed, secretly flattered. “But it’s such a shame.” You furrowed your eyebrows, confused. “Such a pretty little dress wasted on such an ugly little thing.”

You blinked, and then tossed the flowers to the side, letting them fall into a patch of dirt (you were definitely going to pick them up later). “Like you’re such a piece of work.”

“I am,” he said, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Men and women love me.”

Despite how attractive you found him, you really didn’t believe that. You were sure his attitude warded most people off, and besides, he was an introvert and a criminal. Dating wasn’t just something people like him did often.

“We’ll see. This gala will be filled with attractive young bachelors. Get one interested in you and I’ll admit you're handsome,” you challenged.

“Admit?” He laughed, a beautiful laugh. “Admit implies that you already find me handsome, you just don’t want to confess so.”

This man needed to be slapped. He needed to be given a good, hard hit across the face.

“You know what? I feel like being alone tonight. I think I’ll just go to the gala without you.”

You were about to close the door, intending to head to your garage, but Jonathan grabbed your wrist and pulled you outside, shutting the door behind you.

“No takebacks. You promised. Where’s your honor?”

“Honor?” You scoffed. “I’m a killer, what did you expect?”

Jonathan must have really thought that you were going to leave because he gripped your wrist tighter. “I’m sorry,” he quickly said. “I’ll be good tonight.” He placed his index finger to his thumb with his free hand and made a zipping motion across his lips. “See?”

“You better be. I’m doing you a favor here. Now, come inside, we’ll take my car—”

“I have a car,” Jonathan said. “I even got us a driver.”

You took a peek over his shoulders. Sure enough, there was a fancy car waiting in the driveway, engine still on. It was difficult to see through the windows but you could make out the faint outline of a man in the driver’s seat.

“If you insist.”

He held out his arm for you to take, and while you did want to, you instead shoved it away. For a moment, you swore a flicker of hurt crossed his face, but it was gone too fast for you to be sure it was even there at all.

“Where’s my invite?” he asked.

“You don’t have one. You’re going as my plus one.”

“As your date?”

“It’s not a date. I thought you said you were going to be a good boy. What’s with all this complaining?”

“I’m not complaining, I was expressing my feelings. You should work on that. As a psychiatrist, I recommend—”

“—I recommend you shut the fuck up.”

Jonathan put his hands up, surrendering, but he did so beaming.

It hadn’t taken too long to get to the party. Traffic was high as always, but time seemed to be flowing faster than ever, despite you and Jonathan staying silent.

When you arrived there was a line of cars. Wayne Manor, a building you had only been to twice before, was still as impressive as you remember. It was a collection of elegant architecture and stonework, with a large wooden entrance that opened up to a main hall. The size of the driveway and front lawn was a bit unnecessary, at least to you, but what else could you expect from old money?

After getting out of the car you were greeted by cameras and reporters, lights flashing in your eyes, but you didn’t bother with them.

Jonathan reached out his hand, and this time you did take it — but only because everyone was watching, and if you pushed him away it would have caused an unnecessary scene. Jonathan’s driver drove the car away for parking and you both walked inside.

The inside was spacious, with chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, and people dressed classy, with gloves and diamond earrings, all mingling and chatting with each other about the stock market or their annoying ex-spouse or how it was such a bother when their vacation to Switzerland had to be canceled because of work. There was a tray of snacks and waiters walking around with luxurious drinks, something you immediately took advantage of.

“Thank you, sir,” you said politely, taking a glass of champagne, but before you could take a sip someone called out your name.

You turned around to see Bruce Wayne himself waving over to you, a boyish charm about him. He had two women on his arms, models or prostitutes, or both, you couldn’t tell, but they were drop-dead gorgeous.

Your parents did business with him, and as a result, you met him at a young age. You were never really buddy best friends, but you went to the same school and that was enough for him to invite you to all his parties and greet you as though you were a family friend.

“You know Bruce Wayne?” Jonathan whispered, but before you could answer Bruce approached you both.

“I haven’t seen you around in a while,” he said. “This is Mila and Stephanie. Say hi ladies.” They giggled and waved as he gave the back of your hand a little kiss. “Gorgeous girl. You should wear these outfits more often, you truly look stunning.”

You let him put his arm around your waist, enjoying the compliment.

“Oh, no,” you said modestly. “It’s just a dress.”

Jonathan chuckles. “Ah, don’t be like that, my darling. You look exquisite.”

You all but glared at him. Now he said you looked nice.

“What’s your name? I don’t think I’ve seen you around before.” Bruce removed his arm from around your waist and held it out to shake Jonathan’s hand.

“Dr. Jonathan Crane,” he responded, a little tense. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Wayne.”

“Jonathan’s actually doing some research into brain chemistry,” you said.

“Really? Tell me about it, Dr. Crane,” Bruce said, flashing a charming smile.

“I would,” Jonathan responded, turning to you, “but I don’t wanna bore my girl.”

“Your girl?” Bruce repeated, eyes glancing at you. “ You’re a lucky guy. Tell me how scored such a beauty like her?”

“Oh, it wasn’t that hard.” Jonathan reached around and put his hand on your shoulder. “She was practically falling all over me.”

That was true, but your jaw still clenched. “He likes to exaggerate,” you told Bruce with a little laugh.

“Well, if you ever want to change things up a little, I’m right here.” Bruce winked comically, leaving with his girls.

You could tell Bruce wasn’t joking. It sounded like a serious offer, only told in a joking format so as to not rile Jonathan up, as he was under the impression Jonathan was your actual boyfriend.

“You’re a jealous mongrel,” you told Jonathan once Bruce was out of sight. You both walked over to a more secluded corner. “Can’t imagine the idea of having to share, huh? Had to go and make up stories?”

Jonathan scowled. “He was shameless around you. Be grateful I warded him off,” he said arrogantly. “And it’s not like you guys would have worked out. With what your hobby and all.”

You didn’t say anything. Jonathan was jealous, huh? You know felt a sudden urge to go after Bruce, get a little drunk, and follow him back to his room. It’s not like he wasn’t handsome, he was the most eligible bachelor in the city. And you did like him. He was funny and nice. Plus, you two had known each other for a long while. What a fun trope, especially if it was making Jonathan mad.

“A good fuck needs to work out only for the night.” You shrugged.

“You—you can’t,” Jonathan sputtered out. “You’re here with me, not him.”

“I don’t see the problem. I got you in the door and now you don’t need me anymore. What’s wrong if I have some fun?”

“You can’t.”

You waved him off, though you were enjoying the way he was pouting.

“Brat,” you muttered under your breath.

“I’m not a brat.” He gave a dry chuckle. “Excuse me for wanting to spend the night with you.”

“Then why don’t you act like it?” You grinned devilishly. “Act like you want nothing more than to be here.”

Jonathan’s breathing hitched. Yours did too.

“You want it?”

“Don’t be scared.”

After you said that he didn’t hesitate to lean forward to give you a hard kiss, bringing his hand around the back of your head to push you both even closer together. He pulled away, his face still close to yours.

“Like that?”

“Yeah, like that,” you breathed out.

“I can give you more,” he whispered in your ear, his breath almost ticklish. “I know you want it. Been fantasizing about me all this time, hmm?”

You smiled coyly.

“For me to bend you over like the whore you are—”

“—Careful, Crane. I might just have to slap you.”

“Say it. Say you want me to fuck you. Fucking say it—”

You took a quick glance around the room to see if anyone was looking, which they thankfully weren’t, and then gave Jonathan a quick, harsh slap to the face.

The force of it made his neck turn, and his cheeks immediately turned red. He stayed silent for a moment, looking up at you through thick eyelashes, eyes narrowed in lust. It was all the conformation you needed to grab his chin, lift his face up, and give him another slap.

Before you could say anything else he pressed his lips up against you again, pressing you up against the wall passionately.

You backed away, and he furrowed his eyebrows, but all you did was grab his hand, feeling a frenzy of desire take over you. “Let’s go.”

You dragged him through the sea of people and out a backdoor. There were a couple of people walking around in the garden, but you managed to find a place secluded enough for you and Jonathan. The ground was grassy and soft, and no one was walking by. Even if they did, they’d have to be purposefully looking for you two to see you both behind the trees and flowers.

“Lay down,” you ordered.

He grinned but did as you asked. “Here? Outside? You’re such a naughty girl.”

“Do you wanna wait until we get home?”

“No,” he said, a little too eagerly. “I want it now.” He sat up and tugged on your dress, running his hand up your leg. “You’re so soft,” he murmured, planting a few wet kisses on your thigh.

You sighed contently, enjoying the affection he was giving you. This moment felt like a haze, like the world was just slipping by and you were stuck in time, a feeling that made you wonder if this was a dream or not. The evening sunset and dark sky weren’t helping either. It all felt perfect, too perfect.

“Mmm.” Jonathan reached up and hooked his fingers into your underwear. You snapped out of your trance and swatted his hand away.

“Getting a little touchy there, aren’t you?”

He smirked, looking up at you through thick eyelashes. “Just tryna please you, darling.”

You thought for a moment, then decided that you would let him eat you out.

“Alright then. Please me, Dr. Crane.”

Jonathan’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment at the name, savoring the way it rolled so delicately off your tongue. He lifted up your dress and pulled down your panties. You kicked them off to the side and rested your dominant leg on his shoulder.

He pushed his finger against your folds, making a humming sound. “You’re so wet, darling.”

He leaned forward to suck on your clit roughly.

You lightly gasped at the pleasant sensation, bucking your hips into his face accidentally. You had meant to show more control, but how could you when Jonathan was so hungrily lapping? burying his face into your pussy like he was starved, passionately alternating between licking and sucking.

“Oh, Jonathan.”

His fingers, which had been gripping your hips, moved upward. As he continued to press his tongue against your clit his finger gently prodded your entrance, making sure that you were ready. He pushed his finger, curling it slightly.

You stifled your moans, not wanting a passerby to catch you two in the act, but you were finding it difficult. He kept thrusting his finger in and out of you, adding another one just a minute later.

You threw your head back, eyes shut. You held his head for balance and relaxed, letting yourself go into a peaceful bliss. But then you felt Jonathan’s teeth nip your bud, biting into it deliberately, and you yelped.

Gripping his hair, you forced him to look at you. His mouth and nose were covered in your wetness, and his lips were curving up into a delightful smile.

“What was that for?”

He shrugged. “Mmm, I couldn’t help it, Ma’am.”

Instead of reprimanding him, you took the selfish route and pushed his face in between your legs, grinding onto his lips until you felt that familiar sense of elated happiness. You came all over him, your brain shutting off, or rather, getting overloaded at that euphoric, all-consuming release.

You let go of Jonathan’s hair, but he didn’t pull away. He licked up your cum, making your nerves feel overstimulated, but after he was satisfied, he stopped.

“You like that?” he asked.

“F-fuck, yeah.”

You grabbed your panties and put them back on, much to Jonathan’s dismay.

“Where are you going?” He got up, using his sleeve to wipe off the remaining juices on his face. You could see a tent, his cock poking out from under his pants.

“Home, of course. And you’re coming with me.”

He shook his head vehemently, wrapping his arms around your waist, pressing his hard cock against your body. “Let’s finish this here. I can’t wait any longer. Don’t make me wait.”

“If you’re a good boy, you’ll wait.”

“I can’t,” he bitched desperately, hurriedly pulling down his pants. “I won’t. I’ve waited too fucking long.”

You grabbed his cock through the fabric, squeezing it tight in his hands.

His face contorted to one of pleasure and pain. “Huh!”

“You think you can just get what you want? After you’ve such a dick? Oh, ‘she was practically falling all over me’. ‘Such a pretty little dress wasted on such an ugly little thing.’”

“C’mon, I didn’t mean it! You looked so beautiful, I was just trying to make you mad. Be nice . . . Pleaseee?”

You gripped it tighter and he whimpered. “See how pathetic you get the moment I show an ounce of authority? How you start to beg? If I say something you do it. Do you understand?” He didn’t say anything, his lips still parted in pain. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, yes!” he choked out.

You let go. “Good boy. Now go call your driver and ask him to pick us up ‘round back. Unless you want everyone to see your erection?”

You gestured to the front of the manor, where through the bushes you could still see people enjoying the party.

“No, no.” He called his driver, trying his best to cover his erection by interlocking his hands in front of his waist. “You’re a cruel goddess.”

While you two waited for the driver, you peppered sweet kisses along Jonathan’s neck, but when he arrived, you stopped, making him groan at the loss.

Throughout the drive back to your place, you ghosted your fingers over Jonathan’s lap, occasionally resting your hand on his length. Once the driver dropped you both off, you wasted no time in pushing him to your room.

He took off his clothes as did you, his white cock springing up furiously. It was just the right size, bigger and longer than average, almost so that you worried about having to fit it inside you.

His figure was lanky, but still muscled, just the way you thought it would be. You placed your fingers on his chest, twisting his nipples. He shuddered and took off his glasses, placing them on the nightstand. You shoved him down on your bed and he immediately spread his legs, giving you perfect access.

“Want me to suck you off, Jon?”

“Yes!” he said impatiently. “Just do it.”

You spanked his balls with your hand, carefully watching the way they bounced ever so slightly.

“Nghh! I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Do it whenever you feel like.”

Despite his words, you could see him waiting anxiously for you to touch him.

You did so, kissing the tip of his head and running your tongue through the slit, tasting the salty precum he was leaking. He hissed when you took his entire length. “Ah.”

You gripped your thumb so you wouldn’t gag and took him in all the way, hollowing out your cheeks. He thrusted up, deepthroating you for a hot second before he placed his hips firmly against the bed, not wanting to do anything that would upset you.

“So—so warm,” he stuttered out. “Can’t wait to feel your cunt, if your mouth is this fucking good.”

You would have said something, but your mouth was filled, busy bobbing up and down. He squirmed and moaned, shamelessly being as loud as he could. You could feel yourself getting wet again, but you controlled your urges for the sake of Jonathan.

He brushed your hair out of the way, scrunching up his face. “M’gonna — hnghhh — m’gonna come!”

That was when you pulled off of him.

It took a moment for him to realize what you were doing, but when he did, he wasted no time in complaining.

“No,” he mewled, tearing up. “I’ve been such a good boy. Such a good boy.”

“Have you?” You giggled.

“I need you, I need this,” he moaned. “I’ve wanted you so bad — that’s why I came to you, that’s why I came to you and no one else. I didn’t even need the sponsors that bad, I just wanted to see you. I . . . I’m in agony,” he continued dramatically.

“That’s sad.”

More tears ran down his cheek at your nonchalant words. He sniffled. “Please, stop that and just make me come!”

“Okay. I think you deserve it.”

But instead of putting your mouth back on him, you sunk onto his cock, slowly at first, so your pussy could get used to the size.

“Oh, fuck,” Jonathan cursed, placing one of his hands on your waist, his fingers digging into your skin. His other hand went up to play with your breasts, cupping and kneading them like they were pieces of dough.

You started bouncing, a string of incoherent words and moans leaving your mouth. Jonathan sat up and wrapped you in his arms, kissing down your neck as you moved.

“You feel so good,” you murmured, clenching around his cock. “I s-should have done this sooner.”

“Should’ve,” Jonathan agreed. “But — ah — we can always do this more often, yeah?”

Too blissed out to respond with words, you just nodded your head, resting your head in the crook of his neck.

It didn’t take long for both of you to come after that. His hot load spurted inside of you and you came again, but this time on his cock.

He collapsed, exhausted from the sensations.

You slowly got up, letting out a little wince as you felt his length leave you. You cuddled up beside him, caressing his cheek, wrapping you both in the blanket. He looked a little tired, and you didn’t blame him. So were you.

“You set my soul alight,” he said softly. “You always have.”

You wanted to ask him how deep his feelings ran, if this was just sex, or if it was something more, but when he fell asleep on your breast, you dropped the idea. He trusted you enough to let his guard down around you, and for now, that was more than enough.

The rest of the night was spent holding each other in your arms as you slept. When you woke up in the morning, he was still there, snoring softly like he was a peaceful angel.

You pulled him closer to you. “I’m never letting you go,” you murmured darkly. “Never.”

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toomuchracket · 2 months

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promises to keep (flatmate!matty x reader fluff)

matty made a promise to do something for you before you dated, and this is what happens when an opportunity to fulfil it arises once you're together - kinda sorta a sequel to this, but can be read standalone. day 4 of valentine's week. enjoy <3

“matthew? have you got a minute?”

shit. the full name.

gritting his teeth in a grimace, matty puts down his guitar and follows your voice. “coming now, sweetheart.”

“much appreciated,” comes your tetchy reply. matty winces, wracking his brain in an attempt to figure out why you're not best pleased with him right now, but he comes up short.

he gets it as soon as he enters the kitchen, though; the french press in your hand - and the grumpiness on your pretty, sleepy face - reminds him of everything he needs to know. it also almost manages to stop matty from missing the fact you’re wearing his glassjaw hoodie, a pair of fluffy socks, and very little else. almost. “ah, fuck.”

“indeed,” you say, putting the cafetiere on the counter and frowning (quite adorably, to be honest) at your boyfriend. “actually, that was my exact phrasing when i came in here for a coffee, only to find that the grounds from the last cup hadn't been emptied.”

“m'sorry, baby,” matty moves to hug you.

you, however, have other ideas, and put your arm out to keep him back. “nope! no chance! absolutely not! you can't boyfriend your way out of this one, healy, this is a flatmate issue.”

matty sighs, but he can't exactly argue - the rules on emptying the coffee grounds have been finite since you moved in, the only way to ensure two caffeine-dependent people could cohabit in relative peace. “you're right. i really am sorry, darlin - let me clean it out now, and i'll make you a coffee, yeah?”

“thank you,” your face softens, into the cheeky smirk that never fails to make matty's heart feel funny. “would you make me a bit of toast, too, while you're at it?”

“it'll cost you a kiss, that one.”

“s'pose i could fork out for that,” you wrap your arms around matty's neck, hands sliding home into his hair to pull him down for a kiss. he dips you as you make out, like the two of you are lovers in an old hollywood romance film, and you giggle against his lips as he gently pulls you back to stand. “that was fun!”

“i was kinda scared i'd drop you, i won't lie.”

you laugh, ruffling matty's hair before taking a seat at the breakfast bar. “i would've dragged you with me if you had.”

“i'd expect nothing less,” he smiles, rinsing the coffee grounds from the press and holding it up to the light to check its cleanliness, before popping two slices of bread in the toaster. “what d'you want on your toast, by the way, babe?”

“hmm,” you tilt your head. “do we still have nutella?”

matty squints as he wracks his brain, then rummages around in one of the cupboards. “aha!” he emerges triumphant, almost-empty jar in hand. “enough for toast. but i'll need to get more before the weekend.��

“why? you don't even like it that much.”

“well, what else am i going to put on your valentine’s breakfast pancakes?”

you beam. “am i getting breakfast in bed?”

“course you are,” matty runs over to kiss your nose. “you're getting spoiled, sweetheart.”

“so are you. i was gonna keep it a surprise, but…” you pause dramatically. “i bought new lingerie.”

he drops the butter knife in shock. it hits the countertop with a clatter, and his head almost follows suit. “fuck,” he croaks out. “what colour?”

“dark red. your favourite,” you smile. “i look really sexy in it.”

“i bet you do, baby,” matty sighs happily, pouring coffee into your favourite mug. “can't wait to get into that hotel room and take it off you.”

“me either. and thank you for organising all that, my love. m’excited,” you smile, leaning up to kiss matty as he brings your breakfast over. “thank you for this, too. love you.”

“love you,” he kisses you again. “bring it to the living room? wanna cuddle.”

you nod, picking up your mug and plate and following matty through. he settles on the sofa first, arranging the blankets draped over it and taking your plate from you as you snuggle into his arms. with a kiss to your head, he flicks the tv on, and the two of you sit in contented silence for a little while - with the exception of you crunching your toast - watching animal park.

matty nudges you when the camera zooms in on a pair of lions curled up together on a rock. “us.”

“really?” you snort, putting your plate on the coffee table. “you think we're lions?”

“yeah. you're the brains behind everything, and i just chill out and have really cool hair.”

you laugh, bringing his hand to your lips and kissing it. “you're an idiot, healy.”

“but i'm your idiot. and i'm right,” matty looks down at you, grinning. “and you've got a little bit of nutella on your lip. here, let me,” he leans down and kisses it away. “there.”

“thanks, lover,” you stretch, snuggling back into your boyfriend with a sigh. “the lions are boring me a bit now, though. what else is on?”

“hmm, let's see,” matty clicks through channels, watching each for a couple of seconds before continuing to search - only when a familiar shot of a girl curled up in a chair reading the bell jar appears does he stop. “oh! babe, look! 10 things!”

“aww, i love this film,” you curl up even further into him, playing with the neck of his t-shirt. “remember when we watched this together in my room?”

matty's voice is quiet when he answers, but you can hear him smile. “thought about it every day since we did, darlin.”

he grins bashfully when you turn to look at him, open-mouthed. you smile, too, so sweetly that it hurts his heart. “same. it was all i ever wanted, to be so intimate like that with you,” you reach up to stroke his face. “best feeling in the world, knowing i get to do it for real now.”

all matty can do is softly hold your face and kiss you, until he runs out of breath and has to pull away from your chocolate-flavoured lips; even then, though, he keeps his hands on your jaw, and murmurs against your lips. “my dream girl. m'so in love with you.”

“i love you so much,” you whisper. “d'you wanna keep watching this, then?”

“course. rite of passage, innit?” your boyfriend grins, tugging you onto his lap and wrapping his arms around you. you turn to kiss him softly once more, then rest your head against his chest and look at the screen.

the time passes a lot like it did the last time you and matty did this, but instead of mutual pining and an undercurrent of sadness knowing you weren't really together, it's just completely… lovely. you press kisses to each other's heads and hands and lips, and just bask uninterrupted in the love evident between the two of you in the room. aside from the kisses, you don't even move.

that is, until the scene matty knows is your favourite begins. he grins, shifting you slightly further up on his lap so he can look at you properly, and begins to sing into your ear along with heath ledger onscreen. “you're just too good to be true, can't take my eyes off of you…”

your cheeks lift into a smile, and matty can practically feel the heat radiating off them. but still, you keep your eyes on the tv, the only proper acknowledgement of matty's singing being the way you softly squeeze his thigh.

“... you'd be like heaven to touch, i wanna hold you so much,” he continues, resting his head against yours and smiling when you giggle, then taking your hand. “at long last love has arrived, and i thank god i'm alive,” he moves his hand up to gently turn your head, singing the last bit to your adorably flustered smiling face. “you're just too good to be true, can't take my eyes off of you.”

you laugh joyously when he stops singing - the best sound matty thinks he's ever heard - and pull him into a kiss. “you're serenading me?!”

“you asked me to, first time we watched this,” matty smiles warmly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “and i promised you i would.”

“i did?” your brow furrows so cutely. “you did?”

“just as you fell asleep. therefore,” he grins, taking a deep breath before literally belting. “i love you, baby, and if it's quite alright i need you, baby, to warm the lonely nights. i love you, baby - trust in me when i say…”

you beam, wrapping your arms around his neck and swaying as you join in the song. “oh, pretty baby, don’t bring me down, i pray,” the two of you giggle as you sing, and matty's never been so in love in his life. “oh, pretty baby, now that i've found you, stay, and let me love you, baby, let me love you.”

as your voices fade out, matty leans forward and kisses you chastely; he beams and caresses your cheek when he pulls back. “thank you for letting me keep my promise. and for singing with me - that was lovely. should get you on the next album.”

“no, i think i'm content with just singing to you at home,” you smile, playing with the curls at the nape of his neck. “thank you for doing that for me. always found it really romantic, that scene and that song. but you know how i am about pda, so what you just did was really perfect,” you kiss him again. “i honestly can't remember you making that promise, though.”

“i think you had already fallen asleep on me, darlin,” matty giggles. “but i wanted to keep it, anyway. and speaking of promises to keep,” his face goes a bit more serious, but still tender, as he picks up your left hand and kisses your ring finger - your breath catches in your throat, eyes widening and welling up. “gonna marry you someday. i mean it.”

you nod, a teary smile on your beautiful face, and pull him into a hug. “i can't wait.”

#mads muses #mads does writing #flatmate!matty #valentine75 #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy fanfic #matty healy fic #matty healy fluff #matty healy x reader #matty x reader

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workingbynyx · 3 months

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heey, saw that you were open for requests so I would like to ask for a romcom jason todd x reader where the reader is flirty and has a crush on Red Hood, but has no idea that he is Jason Todd (their regular at the cafe they own) so he gets kinda flustered everytime he sees the reader when he is going to get coffee

(hope you can understand this, english is not my first language)

Beautiful Stranger — Jason Todd x GN!Reader

↷ summary — after a faithful encounter with red hood one night ago, you quickly developed a crush on the masked vigilante. but, would you believe if the cute regular at your coffee shop was him? ˎˊ˗

↷ pairing — jason todd x gn!reader ˎˊ˗

↷ genre — romance, comedy, a bunch of fluff ˎˊ˗

↷ warning/s — none! other than a few curse words, use of y/n and possible grammar errors ˎˊ˗

↷ a/n — hi anon! dw i LOVEEEE that request sm, i hope you have fun reading this as much as i had writing it ^^ i might've switched it up a bit in the process so i'm so sorry for that 😭 i also figured i'd use the wayne family adventures version of jason for this one since it kinda fits the whole theme of this fic hihi and he turned into such a simp in this so it might be ooc at some point help, enjoy reading! ˎˊ˗

"what the hell are you doing here walkin' around late at night?" the masked man said in between short breaths after taking down a robber that's been following you since you closed down the café for tonight. you were lucky enough to have 'the' red hood on patrol and save you from a potential robbery. the thought of him guiding, if not stalking, you and jumping on the thug as soon as he's about to make a move somehow made your heart skip at the act of service...if its even counted with them now laying on the ground unconscious.

what you didn't know is this man was jason, the regular you'd have come in around 9 to 10 am to have his morning coffee and sit around the shop until lunch. you always observed the guy to be somewhat mysterious but endearing at the same time, he'd always ask for the same coffee and pastry combo over and over again, not bothering to change his order. he became quite an easy customer to remember at some point, other than the fact that he had white streaked hair which made him attractive and memorable to you. in fact, everytime he came in all you had to do was ask "the usual?" and jason'll nod along then go back to his corner, mouthing a silent 'thank you' when you deliver his treat and maybe even strike up a conversation if he's in the mood.

but right now, jason is simply the infamous masked red vigilante who just kicked some ass for your own sake.

"my apartment is this way, how was i supposed to know robbers lurked around here" you replied in return, tucking in one of your hands inside the pocket of your coat as you froze in front of him. jason began approaching you and stopped when you came face to face, the height difference between the two of you forced you to tilt your head upwards— the all-white lens of his helmet staring down at you. "watch the news, its not safe out here. take the route to your right next time, and bring at least a pepper spray with you" if only his mask didn't have a built in voice changer you would've known seconds ago it's him.

you were stunned for a moment as he listed down things that'd probably go straight out your other ear. "y'know, for someone i just met you're oddly protective over me" you finally spoke, a hint of mischief underlying your tone. that's when you begun wondering who is it under that costume. is he cute? is he what you're imagining him to be like?

jason, on the other hand, blinked a couple times out of confusion if it weren't for his get up covering his entire features. "what?" he said. "nothing, it's just...i didn't think a vigilante would care so much for a civilian like me" you answered, an innocent smile creeping up your lips like an idiot in love. "its my job. obviously i should look out for the people of Gotham, shouldn't i?" he crossed his arms across his chest, covering the red insignia of his bulletproof suit.

"obviously, i guess i didn't have the special treatment like i thought" you practically said with a slight pout forming when you look up to him, going silent for a moment. "do you really tell all the people you save to bring pepper spray or just me? i wanna know if i got the special advisory from you at least" you added as a tease, earning a slight frustrated groan from jason afterwards. "i don't have time for this—" "well I do" you bravely chimed in without missing a beat. "i got all night even"

the sigh jason had let out was almost comical, he took a step backward when it's really just him starting to get flustered by his barista seemingly flirting with his other identity, who would've thought you'd find him attractive? not jason that's for sure. "get home safe, take the route i told you if you wanna keep your wallet stocked" then he noticed the small cut on your cheekbone, it must've been from the pocket knife the thug had.

he briefly pointed at it, "you got something" you lifted your fingers to search for it only to be met with a slight sting when you did, a small amount of blood staining your index finger. you hissed at the feeling, squinting your eye when it lingered for a bit. "calm down, its not that serious" jason said. "some alcohol and bandaid should do the trick" and you took his advice, you certainly wouldn't allow yourself to show up at work with a random cut to your face.

"y'know why don't you help and patch me up at this point? i could use some assistance" and you still had the nerve to decide and toy around with him for a bit...to see how far the both of you are willing to go. to be fair, you just wanted to know who was it under that mask— this could potentially lead to it if you're lucky. "what are you, 8?" jason replied. "no but i'm surely a 10" you winked playfully, the corner of your lip turning into a smirk as you watched his body language intently.

"jesus christ.." jason muttered under his breath, starting to walk away from this situation he's stuck in. "aw c'mon! that was a smooth line admit it! oh okay— well, thank you red..man! i'll see you soon...i think" you yelled from the same position you're in, seeing his tall frame go farther in the distance. jason didn't say nothing in return, but he kept a secret smile under his mask as he disappeared from sight.

its been a couple weeks since your last encounter with red hood, you took most of his suggestions that night and started going the safer route when you had to be on the closing shift. since then, you've been at the lower risk of getting robbed again thanks to him and his unforgettable presence. but it's not only you who hasn't stopped thinking about that night, jason was still trying to relive the moment of his barista basically flirting with him. he figured you would've known it's him within seconds...guess not.

it didn't bother him, it's the thought of your reaction to him being behind the helmet is what. jason wouldn't blame you though, imagine how shocking it would be to find out your regular is a vigilante at night. it's like betrayal but in a different form. he usually doesn't care about revealing his identity to the people he knows, but when it came to you it's different. he's conscious for the first time, he was overthinking things and coming up with plans how to avoid it from happening in many ways possible so he stopped visiting the shop for a while. it's becoming weird, you two weren't even close to begin with— so why was he stressing so much about it?

while jason spent most of his nights in Gotham thinking about you, you started noticing his frequent visits slowly turned little to nothing at all. you found yourself always anticipating the sound of the bell when the doors open to each customer only to be met with disappointment when he didn't come through. and today seems to be the same, you kept glancing over the glass doors hoping you'd see a tall, slightly scary and muscular man enter...until he finally did.

you feel your heart skip a beat seeing him after a while, the same feeling you got a couple nights ago but you didn't mind. you quickly went over the cashier, mentally ready to take his order with a smile. "hey! welcome back, i didn't see you in here for a while" you greeted when he stopped right at the counter. jason wore a red hoodie and a brown leather jacket layering over it, he must've liked wearing that a lot. "oh...uh yeah," he brought a hand up to rub the back of his neck, trying to come up with something. "i got caught up in work. i didn't have the time to stop buy for coffee" that's a lie. "but i'm here now" is he really?

"oh, you must've been really busy then?" you added, listening to his reason. "definitely yeah," lies once again. jason sucked in a breath, looking away to get a glimpse of the menu like he really is getting anything else other than an americano and cookies. "got anything new f'me?" he asked which took you by surprise. "you're not getting the usual anymore?" you said. "eh well, it gets old after a while" he says.

"that's fair, well we got new cake flavors if you wanna try them out. what would you like?" you then tap a few things into the register to input his order to which he asks for a latte and dark chocolate cake. you tell him his total and he pays for it, giving him his change and receipt. jason mouths a thank you and quickly goes to sit on one of the chairs by the window where you can still see him right in the corner of your eye, you catch him glancing at your direction while you made his coffee which is strange since he never did that.

jason on the other hand seems to be more fidgety, he figured he'd tell you the truth today after you get off of work but it's easier said than done as he's starting to think it was a bad idea. his frequent visits gave him the advantage to eventually learn about your schedule and today happens to be an early leave. he mentally hyped himself up, hunched over the chair with his elbows resting on both his thighs while he waited.

a few minutes passed by and you eventually finished making everything, putting the small plate and fork on a plate along with his drink as you brought it over to his table. you slightly crouched down to carefully place the plate in front of him followed by the drink and fork, jason waited til you were done and looked up to you. he notices the cut still there on the side of your cheek, seemingly in the healing process now. he cleared his throat and nudged his head toward you. "you alright? you got a slit right there" he started.

"hm? oh this. it's uh, it's nothing. i almost got mugged a few nights ago and had to hold up a pretty decent fight" you explained, clutching the tray near to your chest. "oh? well, did you win at least?" jason laid back into the chair, still looking up towards you to see if you'll mention about the 'hero' that saved you. "i guess in some way yeah, someone showed up and kicked some ass within seconds" you said, a smile slowly forming at the thought of red hood creeping your mind once again. "it's a shame i didn't get his name though, he seems like a nice guy"

"...who did you think it was?" jason started, a lump in his throat started forming the more the conversation went on. he waited for an answer, desperate to know what you think and what could be the reason why you did all that during that night. "i have no clue, but he had a red helmet and a pretty sick suit! i'm not a fan of vigilante but that dude's doing it for me. i wanted to ask him out but he looks out of it, he might've been tired so i don't blame him" a slight blush creeped into jason's cheek when he felt it heat up at what you said, he found it amusing that you were practically talking about him while having no idea at the same time.

"that's..that's great" he nodded along, clearing his throat once more as he focused on the food in front of him then back to you. "i uh, i also wanted to ask" your ears perked up at this, pursing your lips into a thin smile. "what time are you...getting off?" he finally says even if he already knew the answer. you were taken back by this, your brows raising at the sudden question. "oh uhm, probably in an hour or so. i have an early leave today so it might be even less than that" you started. "why'd you ask?"

"i..." his voice trailed off, he doesn't seem to get the words out without it sounding like he's asking you out— well, technically he is. "nothing, just curious that's all" he gave a stiff smile as he reached for his fork. "oh okay well, i'll be at the counter if you need me" you said with a smile as you walked away before one of your managers yell at you again for making unneccessary small talk.

jason waited until you went back before releasing a disappointed sigh at himself, he sets down the fork and covered his face with both of his hands— feeling embarrassed at how stupid he sounds asking the question and completely fumbling it over. 'you just had to fuck it up, did you?' he thought to himself. he's never gonna get this over with.

a few minutes passed by and you see jason finishing up his snack, the small plate of cake now left with smudges of frosting and small bits of crumbs and the cup of coffee almost emptied out. you were relieved that he liked the new menu item after months of eating the same thing, it might be the start of something new for him you think. although his question from earlier never left your mind, you tried searching for answers and it all came down to him possibly asking you out.

but why would he? he's way out of your league and he probably knows it, why would he lower his standards to a café worker when he could have anyone out there to go on dates with. was he messing with you or is he trying to give signals? it could explain why he always visited your café and not the famous ones in the city but still, you didn't wanna assume. maybe he's just trying to be friends.

you didn't even realize that jason was already standing on the other side of the counter while you were lost in your thoughts doing the dishes, you heard him call out to you which snapped you out of it. you turn to look behind and see him there with a sheepish smile. you quickly closed the faucet and wiped your hands off as you went up to him, "hey! what's up?"

"nothing, i just wanted to say i'm gonna get going. i still have a few things to catch up on back home" "oh that's fine! goodluck with whatever you're up to then" you cheered him on aa he slightly chuckled, the sound of hearing his laughter for the first time did something to you and you didn't know what it was that made it so attractive. "thanks, i'll see you around" jason finally says with a thin smile.

you waved goodbye and went back to what you're doing as you're trying to shake off the lingering feeling that you just felt, "and y/n" you heard him call out to you again. "make good use of the spray, that's a special advisory" jason said proudly, making his way out of the shop before you could even process what he said

"thank you! I'll ma— wait..." then it finally registered. "WHAT?!"

#dc comics #jason todd x reader #red hood #red hood x reader #jason todd #jason todd x gn!reader #jason todd x f!reader #jason todd x m!reader #dceu #✎ ─ nyx fics !#red hood x gn!reader #red hood x f!reader #red hood x m!reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #red hood x you #red hood x y/n

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puppy-steve · 16 days

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kinda nervous about posting this one. i started writing a scene from a sex club au that i thought of on the spot featuring chrissy/argyle and platonic eddie and chrissy. there's about 10k of backstory that is briefly mentioned and i'll be happy to go into detail if yall want

(chrissy and eddie are strictly platonic and they have no desire to actually be intimate with each other, but their relationship does blur the line a little between queerplatonic and romantic in this i think. eddie is gay and crushing heavily on steve, who is also a member of the club)

he finds her in the sitting room off of the foyer with argyle. as it is with the rest of the house, they're not the only people occupying the space—the two sofas bracketing the mattress on the floor are hosting three couples in various stages of activities already.

chrissy swivels her hips in circles on argyle's cock, hands planted on his stomach for balance, her breathy moans loud and distinct over everyone else's.

eddie definitely feels over dressed as he enters the room and carefully saddles up behind his best friend. chrissy lets out a surprised mewl and looks back at him with wet eyes, glassy from the way her cunt is being stretched open.

"hey there, princess," eddie says, a comforting hand on her hip, gently guiding her along with the movement of argyle's slow thrusts.

chrissy tilts her head back on his shoulder and her lips find eddie's in a deep kiss, muffling her little trills and soft cries as argyle's dick touches every sensitive nerve inside her.

"eddie," she gasps into his mouth, a shaky hand coming up to rest on the side of his face.

eddie flashes her a teasing grin. "oh, you're feeling good, aren't you, sweetheart?" he coos, pressing closer to her back.

she only nods and leans her full weight back against his chest as argyle's big hands circle her hips, letting herself be used and manhandled however argyle sees fit.

"yeah?" eddie kisses her shoulder and tangles one of their hands together. "he treatin' you good? fucking you how you like?"

always looking out for her and making sure nobody's taking advantage of her at these parties. always makes sure she knows where he is in the house and that she remembers their code word should she need it.

"f'kin' me s'good, eds," chrissy slurs, head lolling across his shoulder, a pretty pink blush coloring her cheeks and trailing down her neck and chest.

he feels his heart swell in his chest with affection. it's been so long since he's seen chrissy be so at ease with someone. maybe it's the fact that argyle is new to their club—that he doesn't know about the scandal that almost caused their disbanding. about all the trauma that chrissy had to endure for five years.

eddie pinches one of her nipples and chrissy keens, arching into it but also biting eddie's earlobe in retaliation, making eddie chuckle.

"me and steve are gonna head out, go back to his place." eddie trails soft kisses along the line of her shoulder and her throat. her body is still rocking between them at a comfortable speed. he glances down and argyle is watching them with a peaceful expression.

"don't mind me, brochacho," he says with an easy smile. "i'm just here to treat the pretty lady to a good time."

a point for him in eddie's book.

chrissy squeezes his hand. "m'fine, eddie," she pants, her eyes sliding shut with a moan as argyle hits a sensitive spot. "go have fun with your boytoy, argy'll take care of me."

eddie lets the boytoy comment slide, only because he's so happy for his friend, but it doesn't keep him from leveling argyle the most threatening look he can muster over chrissy's shoulder.

"you treat my girl right, argyle," he warns, fully prepared to be the attack dog he's branded himself as, but his hackles lower at the good-natured two finger salute argyle gives him.

"no problemo, my good dude," he says, one of his honest to god paws coming up to cover one of chrissy's tits and squeeze, making her mewl and shiver.

it's a testament to how close their friendship is that eddie knows chrissy loves having her tits and nipples played with and chrissy knows that eddie loves his balls squeezed while he's being sucked off.

"i'll call you tomorrow." he tilts chrissy's head to peck her lips once more, and then again because she likes being kissed and she deserves to feel good. "love you."

"love you," chrissy returns as eddie slowly separates himself from her back. as he does, argyle heaves himself up into a sitting position and holds chrissy in the cradle of his hips as she rides him, taking his cock as deep as it'll go with his mouth on her nipple.

eddie knows she's in good hands when he sees argyle hold her close like he's already caught onto the fact that chrissy is the best thing that'll ever happen to his life.

#cj talks #cj writes #sex club au #chrissy/argyle #idk what their ship name is #hellcheer #queerplatonic hellcheer #chrissy cunningham #argyle #eddie munson

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littlemissthunderstorms · 10 months

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gorgeous

alex turner x fem reader

i don’t really know how to summarize it, so just read and find out!! it’ll be a fun little surprise! (also i quoted a line from better than the movies in here, i just finished that book and i LOVED it so dearly)

i couldn’t choose just one song 😣

late afternoon was dull. rain poured outside and the sky was grey, adding to the melancholy of the day. as you sit on the couch next to your best friend alex, you couldn’t help but stare at the rain pattering against the window, trying to distract yourself from your thoughts. you had just recently broken up with your boyfriend, you realized he wasn’t the one and it made you sad. it was easy to let your thoughts spiral, you wondered if you’d ever find your person, if anyone would ever love you that much. could you be loved? you didn’t want to be lonely forever and then become an old lady living alone with her fifty cats in an old apartment. would you die alone? oh my god and then who would even take care of the cats? would anyone even know you died? what if- “ahem.” you jumped slightly, raising your eyebrows at alex who was looking at you with a funny expression, accompanied by a head tilt.

“soo movie or no?” alex chuckled. “you ruined my train of thought.” you smiled as you kicked him playfully. alex had always been your best friend, you had always been there for eachother and this was no different. he’d been hanging out at your house practically the second your boyfriend had moved out and you didn’t mind at all. alex laughed softly, brown eyes not leaving yours. as you gazed at the boy, your smile faded into a frown, your earlier thoughts returning to haunt you. alex noticed this, furrowing his brows. “you alright?” you hadn’t really allowed yourself to overthink too much since your boyfriend left, and now that you had really thought about being alone, it destroyed you. anxiety plagued you, filling you only with distress and thoughts of loneliness.

“i dunno.” you shifted your gaze to your lap, fiddling with your rings. “you wanna talk about it?” alex shuffled closer to you on the couch. you shrugged, eyes still fixated on your lap, averting his gaze. “is it about him?” you noticed how close alex was, causing your heart to race a little faster. “um- no.” you paused. “well, yes, related. i mean, it’s not exactly about him, like the fact that i miss him or anything. which i dont. not really. that seems kinda mean, but it’s true.”

you looked up at alex nervously to find him looking back at you, silently urging you to continue talking. “its just- i’m nervous i’ll never find anyone. sounds fucking stupid now that i’m saying it aloud but um..” you gulped nervously. alex eyes were soft and caring and the effect he had on you right now was concerning. nevertheless, you continued.“i’m scared to be alone forever, i just want to love someone and be loved. and i’m so scared thats not going to happen and i’m scared nobody will ever find me pretty enough to love me. i dont know.” you weren’t even thinking now, the storm of anxiety that occupied your mind now letting loose. “i’m just nervous i guess. i dunno, its silly.” you sighed “maybe i’m just overthinking.”

you kept your gaze on your lap as you finished your rant, too flustered to look at alex. he was close. really close. why was your stomach all swirly? the thunder outside filled the silence for a few moments. alex grabbed your hand, causing you to meet his eyes. “hey. don’t think like that. you’re gorgeous.” the way alex was talking to you, the way he was looking at you, soft brown eyes shimmering in the candlelight, all smiley and sweet. it was getting hard to breathe. you were so distracted by him that you forgot to respond. “thank you.” you muttered pathetically, making him chuckle softly, hand not leaving yours. the house was quiet besides the muffled sound of thunder and rain from the nasty storm outside that was getting more intense by the minute. candles and lamps emitted a soft glow throughout the room, casting faint shadows on the walls.

the way he was looking at you made your heart flutter. your eyes darted down to his lips for a split second before quickly looking back up at his eyes. shit. don’t look at his lips don’t look at his lips. the tension was so thick you were sure lightning was bound to strike between you two any second. the house was too quiet. was he getting closer? you nervously broke eye contact for a split second, your stomach fluttering as you looked back at him. he didn’t move, eyes still locked on yours. your face heated. “um- so what movie did you wanna wat-“you didn’t even finish your sentence before his lips were all over yours, nose pressed into your cheek and hand cupping your face. he kissed you like it was his job and he wanted a raise. you eagerly kissed him back, squeezing his hand tightly as you brought your other hand up to rest on his shoulder. he leaned over you, gently pressing you against the arm of the couch as he kissed the shit out of you. you brought your free hand to grab ahold of his hair, deepening the kiss which elicited a sigh out of him.

the intensity of the kiss increased as a strike of lightning illuminated the sky for a few moments, a loud boom of thunder following, rumbling the ground. you pushed your hand up his shirt, his skin warm. his tongue slid across yours. his hands were in your hair. your leg was wrapped around his waist as the kiss deepened, teeth colliding and soft sighs filling the air. another rumble of thunder shook the ground and just like that, the lights were out. you broke the kiss, the two of you gasping for air. the room was dark, almost pitch black.

and if it weren’t for the soft light of the streetlamps, the glow of the candle in the other room, or the incandescent moonlight, you might’ve not been able to see alex smiling down at you.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

hope this made you giggle and kick your feet, goodnight!

ps. this is like my third time writing anything ever so if it’s bad don’t come for me

#Spotify #alex turner #alex turner x reader #arctic monkeys #humbug #suck it and see #alex turner one shot #alex turner fluff

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strawberryfairi · 8 days

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Synopsis✨: The story of how you catch heavy feelings for the hot photography student, Shuji Hanma…even though you already have the perfect (fake) boyfriend.

Pairings: Photography Student! Shuji Hanma X Dance Major! Black Fem 🤎 Reader (ANYONE CAN READ🧚🏾‍♀️) Content: Drama, lots of denial, angst, sneaky link, lots of cheating, mutual pining, unserious Shuji, controlling parents, forced relationships, romance, fighting, porn with a good plot vibes, intense sexual tension, etc (just find out the rest lol)

w.c: 5.8k💠 Released: April 15, 2024

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NOTE🧚🏾‍♀️: This chapter gets kind of intense y'all so...you have been warned. (I'm trynna get in my angst bag a little, ok? I'm tryin' somethin new)

C.W: TRIGGER WARNING! Angst (nothing really dark though), illegal drugs mentioned, mentions of date rape/sexual assault, reader has a seizure, "Rape Kit" (Sexual Assault Forensic Exam) Mentioned, Best Friend Keisuke Baji is supportive!!!

9; Pain 疼痛

Later That Night

You're in a familiar setting, sitting comfortably in the back of Shuji's car with soft music in the back, one arm wrapped around you while the other holds his cigarette. He went and took you to another scenic area near a public park, but there's no one else around, just the two of you here.

"The sky looks so pretty." You murmur blissfully, staring out of the window. Shuji lets out an airy, short chuckle, taking a quick drag. "You say that every time we're like this."

You raise a brow for a second, surprised that he had made such an observation. "I probably do. I really like the night sky." You hum with a little shrug. "Why?" He mumbles softly.

"Why? Mmm, I guess I just really love space. I love the stars, the moon; it reminds me of how vast the world is. There's so much more up there. If I could, I'd definitely go to space to see what it's like." You ramble in a dreamy tone, eyes glued to the radiant stars and half moon up in the sky.

"That seems like fun. I'd wanna see Jupiter." He says.

"Because of the storms, right?! I know!" You beam, getting randomly excited.

"But you know what's crazy? There's still so much about earth we don't even know. Like we barely know anything about the ocean." He says with a curious tone.

"Oh my gosh, facts. The abyss fish are kinda scary too!" You nod.

"Abyss fish?" He chuckles with a raised brow.

"Yeah, that's what I call 'em. Who really takes the time to figure out all their real names?" You giggle.

"Oh, I thought you meant like a specific fish called the abyss fish." He laughs.

The two of you laugh together for a little while before falling into another moment of tranquil silence.

"You know, I'm actually glad I left that event with you." You sigh, breaking the silence.

"Really?" He asks in a knowing tone.

"Mhm." You nod. "Even though you stress me out, I...really do like being around you." You admit, tone soft and just a little bit shy. The corner of Shuji's lips tilt upwards at your words.

"Well look at you finally being honest." He chuckles, leaning over for a kiss that makes your heart flutter in your chest. His tongue skillfully works its way past your lips, his free hand pulling you closer. You both pull away just a little after a moment, two small smiles on each of your faces.

"Could I...be more honest then?" You ask hesitantly, your heart beating wildly in your chest.

"Definitely be more honest, angel." He nods with a lustful glint in his eyes. You pull your dress up as far as it could go, then carefully sit yourself down onto his lap, straddling him. Shuji's hand rests low on your hip, the other putting out his cigarette against the little ash tray to the right of him.

"I want you; and I don't wanna wait till we get to your place." You confess softly, looking him right in the eyes.

"I'm all yours, pretty girl." He answers, his hand reaching towards the spaghetti straps tied into a bow at the back of your neck. His words give you all kinds of butterflies throughout your stomach. If only he really was yours, then the looming weight of knowing this thing between you two would eventually end would be long gone.

Your lips meet his as he pulls the string of your halter, letting down the entire top half of your dress. A soft moan slips past your lips, vibrating against his as your own hands get to work, impatiently reaching for the buttons of his top.

The Next Day

You had received a surprising text from your mom early this afternoon, wanting to talk to you face to face for once after her 3pm meeting. You already knew deep down what this was about. It was time for her "review" of how you did during the event last night. Honestly you've been shitting bricks in the past few hours before you'd have to go and meet her, praying to God she didn't find out you snuck off with Shuji.

But unfortunately, that was exactly what she wanted to talk about...

"There was a toast held at the end of the event, but I didn't see you with Ken. Now that I think about it, I barely saw you with Ken at all last night. Then at one point you were just nowhere to be found altogether."

Your heart sinks to the pit of your stomach. She knows...

"Remember, I had sent a text saying I got a migraine?" You ask shakily, cursing at yourself for the way you looked so nervous...so obvious. Her expression stays stony, she didn't believe you for a second.

"Is that why you were running like crazy out of the back of the mansion, and with some boy on top of that?" She questions knowingly, folding her hands over her dark wood desk.

You could feel the color leave your face as her words ring and echo throughout your mind. "Ma, he's just a friend." You assure. How did she even see you guys leave together?!

"I bet he is, Y/N." The way she says your name makes you flinch. There was not an ounce of affection in her tone. "Have you been sleeping with him?" She interrogates, her eyes on fire with anger.

Every question she asks she obviously already knows the answer to, so what's the point in even trying to lie? If you say no you'll just piss her off even more. At this point your bags might as well already be packed and waiting outside of your dorm with the suite key resting right on top.

"I-I'm sorry..." You murmur, your eyes already starting to blur with tears. Your face feels so hot, and your heart is pounding against your chest. Your mom let's out a dry chuckle, shaking her head as she looks down at her hands.

"I can't even look at you right now. Have you lost your mind?!" She seethes, still shaking her head in disappointment. Your heart clenches in your chest at her harsh words. You wanted to argue, maybe yell and tell her off, but you couldn't. The embarrassment of being caught, and by your mother of all people, is eating you alive.

"Help me understand something, are you here to dance or are you here to just fool around and sleep with whoever you feel like?" She asks bitterly, finally looking up at you. Now that one cut deep. Your brows couldn't help but furrow slightly in offense. What's she trying to say, you're not putting in any work and just running around campus whoring it up?!

"I'm here to dance." You respond, your voice shaking with too many high intensity emotions swirling around at a time. "That's not what it seemed like last night-

"Ma, you aren't even ever around me to see how much work I do." You cut in, trying to keep your tone as respectful as possible, "I-..I don't wanna be with Ken." You finally admit. A single rapid tear falls down your cheek as you look up at your mom with pleading eyes. "I don't care about him! I can still do great in school without having to be with him-

"We've already been through why the two of you need to stay together!" She yells over you. You jump at her tone, eyes going wide. She's never yelled at you like this before, not ever.

"You are supposed to be perfect, do you hear me?! I told you what would happen if I caught you fooling around-

"Ma!"

"No, you're done, Y/N! You're not gonna waste my time and money messing around all through college-

"But I'm not! I haven't even failed a single class!" You throw your hands up exasperatedly.

"But you missed one! And I'm pretty sure it wasn't because of a "migraine"." She chides. How did she even know that...?

"I-..missing one class and failing a class isn't the same thing! You literally said last night I'm one of the top dancers at this school! Ma, you really thought in the whole four years of me being here that I wouldn't eventually meet someone I actually like over Ken?! I can't help how I feel about someone!" You rant through frustrated tears, not even registering the fact that you went and verbally acknowledged that you have genuine feelings for Shuji. "I just don't understand why I have to be with Ken specifically in order to be perfect or successful! I can do this without him! He's the one falling apart! Why isn't he here?!"

"Ken isn't the one causing problems! Ken was exactly where he was supposed to be last night, and Ken doesn't complain about why he needs to be with you!" She argues.

You let out a puff of frustrated air, wiping your tears with the backs of your hands. What the hell does it matter if I wasn't at the last few moments of the donor event?! You're pretty sure Mr. Fujioka is not having a heart attack and freaking out over the fact that one person happened to not be there for the toast. Ken is so lucky you aren't the throw folks under the bus type, because if you wanted to you could air him out right to both of your parents. You're over here taking the full heat when he's not even in the clear himself. He should be standing here right next to you.

"I'm telling you Y/N, if I catch you with that boy or any other boy that isn't Ken again, you're packing your bags, do you understand?" She threatens, her tone low and as serious as it gets. You look to the side angrily, opting for a simple head nod and short "Yes" before making your way out of her office.

You'd wandered off around campus, finding a secluded spot in the dance department staircase near the girls locker room way in the back hallway, crying to yourself pitifully with your head resting on your knees. You put your phone on 'do not disturb', not wanting to be bothered by anyone's text or calls or social media notifications.

Almost a bit over thirty minutes had gone by with you sitting there sulking on the steps, until the sensation of someone patting your right shoulder startled you. You jump, letting out a mix between a yelp and a deep gasp as you look up.

A familiar face is sitting on the stairs next to you, but there's no name you could begin to even think of to attach to it. You look him over with a scrutinizing gaze, eyes trailing down from his medium length hair, black framed glasses, and those dirty converse sneakers.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. You seemed down so I figured I'd come and comfort you." The guy shrugs with a small smile. Your heart instantly sinks to your feet. This was that same exact guy from the water fountain a hot minute ago! The uneasy feeling you'd felt from back then was back with full force, sitting on your shoulders like weights.

"Uhhh, thanks. I-I was kinda hoping I could actually be left alone for a while though..." You answer cautiously yet too emotionally exhausted to really shield the annoyance in your tone. "Oh, I understand. But, I also wanted to tell you that you had left your water bottle in the hallway the last time I saw you; so I thought I'd hand it back to you." He chuckles awkwardly, revealing your bright pink water bottle from behind him.

Wait, what?

The cogs immediately start turning in your head. You were a thousand percent sure you didn't leave your water bottle, and in the hallway of all places?! You have a few other water bottles in different colors, so sometimes it can be a little hard to keep up with which one you have at a time...but never have you ever left an item just sitting in a hallway.

"Oh, thank you. I...guess I didn't even realize I'd lost it." You answer apprehensively with an awkward chuckle, slowly taking the bottle from him as you wipe some of the left over tears off your cheeks.

"No problem! I filled it up with water and everything; good as new." He beams, gesturing towards the bottle. It was indeed filled all the way to the brim, ice cold, just as you like it...

"I see." You say softly, lifting the rubber straw and taking a few big sips just to cool off from the argument you had earlier. "Uuum, to be honest I feel bad 'cause I can't really remember what your name was." You give him an apologetic smile.

"Fumihiro Miyagawa. My name's kind of easy to forget, huh?" He jokes awkwardly.

"No no, I just-..I can just be forgetful sometimes; I'm sorry." You stammer, trying not to offend him any further.

"It's alright, I understand." He shrugs, adjusting his glasses. Then the two of you fall into a deep silence, making your skin crawl.

"Uhh, well do you have any classes today?" You ask, feeling more uncomfortable by the silence than when he speaks.

"No, I'm free all day today. That's why I was able to come find you." He replies pleasantly. The words "come find you" didn't sit well for some reason. You weren't in a very conspicuous spot, as this staircase just leads up to an equipment room near the girls locker room. How'd he even think to come search over here?

Then there's the night you ran into this guy in the first place. He was by the girls locker room that time too. It's not like it would make sense, as the mens' locker room is on the whole opposite side of the hallway, down by the entrance of the dance department building. It was separated for the purpose of keeping everyone safe.

Safe....yeah that's the word. You don't feel safe around him.

"Oh ok." You nod slowly, "Are you also a dance major?"

"Me?! No no, I'm the epitome of ungraceful; nothing like you." He chuckles, giving you a sharp chill that went down your spine. You chuckle a little in response, though it came out slightly forced and extremely stiff. That last part didn't really sit right, nor was it flattering.

Nothing like me...

What does he mean nothing like you?

Wait wait, let's not jump to conclusions...

"Well, I should probably get going." You state before standing up and taking another few sips from your water bottle, "Thanks again for bringing back my bottle, uh, Miyagawa." You smile politely with a short wave goodbye, not even bothering to wait for his response as you make your way out of the now creepy staircase.

You head out of the dance department building and decide to just take a little mind-calming walk around campus before heading back to your dorm suite. It was ironically a very sunny, clear skied day, the complete opposite of how you were feeling.

"Maybe I could see what Kei's doing..." You whisper to yourself. It's been a good while since the last time you got to talk to Keisuke, and it wasn't for the best of reasons. It would be good to have some time with a trusted friend. You whip out your phone, sending him a quick "Imu🥺 let's hang" text.

Best Friend #1👩🏾‍🤝‍👨🏻 I was literally just thinkin bout u kid!!! I'm hangin by the lil fountain statue thingy near the gym wit some friends Come thru

Y/N Yaaaay🥹 I'm omw 🏃🏾‍♀️

You smile to yourself, placing your phone back in your pocket as you head over to the fountain by the gym. It's about eight minutes away from the dance department where you'd just come from, so it's not really a hike.

You take another sip of water from your bottle, rubbing your left eye with your other hand. "What the-..." You trail off, brows furrowing in heavy confusion.

What the hell was up with your vision? You slow your walking to a stop in the middle of the pavement, trying to rub your eyes without making them hurt from the pressure. After a bit of rubbing you just shake it off, assuming maybe it was just an oncoming headache or something and continue on to meet up with Keisuke.

It was the three of them hanging by the fountain, Keisuke, Hanma, and Kazutora. Keisuke was the second to spot you stumbling around a few feet away. Hanma had moved so fast Kei didn't even realize what the hell was his problem until he noticed you, and Kazutora was completely lost as he's the only one who doesn't know you.

"Hey. What the hell is goin' on with you?!" Shuji asks, more to himself than to you as you nearly collapse to the ground. Had he come even seconds later you would have fallen over right on the ground.

"Heeeey?" You mutter, brows furrowing, looking at him like you were trying to recognize who he was. Keisuke trails behind, finally coming up to you with his eyes filled with concern.

"What happened? Are you alright?!" He questions.

"I-I feel-...I feel like-..." You stutter, seemingly forgetting your sentence after the first two to three words every time you attempt to answer.

"Hey, is she ok? Did she faint?" Kazutora comes in last, looking you over.

There was a trail of your things leading to where you'd nearly collapsed, your phone a few feet away, and your water bottle sitting in the grass right next to the pavement.

"Hot. 'S hot..." You groan. It really was hot, like, excruciatingly hot. Then abruptly, you frown, weakly pushing yourself out of Shuji's arms. "Go 'way..." You mutter, barely able to keep yourself upright. "Whooooooaaaaa!" You outburst loudly, looking all around you with wide eyes. Everything looked particularly vibrant, but it was somehow kind of slowly spinning...or twisting? Maybe both. It was making you feel nauseous. Keisuke, Shuji, and Kazutora all exchange the same looks of realization.

"Should I call an ambulance?! Maybe we should get her to the hospital or something." Keisuke says worriedly. With a slurred "K bye" you attempt to walk off down the sidewalk, immediately toppling over.

"Hey hey hey! Hold on!" Shuji grabs you once again, this time picking you up in his arms to make sure you don't hurt yourself.

"Oooo! You-...you're so strong." You slur with a girly giggle, placing your hands over your cheeks with a wide smile.

"She's out of it." He shakes his head, looking at you with a frown.

"Let's take her to the hospital." Kazutora says, going and grabbing your phone and water bottle. Keisuke grabs his keys instantly, Shuji and Kazutora following close behind him as they head to the parking lot. "I feel sooooo nice." You hum blissfully, laying your head lazily against Shuji's chest.

"Shhh, don't talk." Shuji commands softly. The deep tone of his voice makes a sudden sensual chill go down your spine. "Mmmm, you're beautiful." You compliment, looking up at him with heavily lustful eyes. "I wanna have sex." You add flirtatiously with another giggle. Both Keisuke and Kazutora's mouths drop in astonishment, looking at you like you grew two more heads..

"What did you take?!" Shuji questions, looking down at you utterly bewildered. You stay quiet for a moment, then randomly...you black out, your entire body going limp in Shuji's arms.

You were out for a bit over two minutes before you jolt awake just as the guys made it to Keisuke's car. Soft, fearful whimpers escape your dry-feeling lips, looking around frantically as you didn't recognize where you were. "I-I'm scared! I'm scared!"

"I'm right here angel, I got you. We're gonna get you to the hospital, ok?" Shuji says softly, holding you close as he gets into the back. Kazutora stays up front with Keisuke.

"You think she might've gotten drugged?" Kazutora asks Kei in a hushed tone, looking over the water bottle you were carrying with a skeptical gaze. "Definitely. Nothing else makes sense." Keisuke answers instantly. He speeds out of the lot like a bat out of hell, using one hand on the steering wheel while the other searches up the fastest route to the nearest hospital on google maps.

You weren't conscious for too long, only a few short minutes of feeling nothing but pure anxiousness before you blacked out yet again.

"She keeps passing out." Shuji says worriedly, adjusting you to keep your head from falling back in a weird way. Then, practically giving him a heart attack, your body starts convulsing. His eyes go wide, nearly dropping you onto the seat of the car from the way your body's jerking so violently. "Y/N! Y/N!?" He calls out to you, but he honestly had zero clue what to do, too scared to do anything else in fear it might make things worse.

"Oh my god, she's havin' a seizure!" Kazutora gasps, looking back from the front passenger seat.

"Are you serious?! What the hell is going on?!" Keisuke facepalms.

"Hurry the fuck up, Baji!" Shuji shouts frantically.

"I'm going as fast as I can! We're gonna get pulled over if I go any faster!" 1 Hour Later

It was like a blur, everything that had happened. Just as Keisuke said, he was pulled over by the cops. He realized then it was stupid not to just call an ambulance, but thankfully, the police gave him an escort, letting him drive as fast as needed to get you to the hospital.

Once you all arrived they quickly took you back to the ER, leaving the three of them out in the waiting area to be questioned by the police. Kazutora, Shuji, and Keisuke alike all realized how bad of a look this probably was. Three guys with one girl who happens to be the only one drugged. Kazutora's questioning was the shortest, as he's just now meeting you therefore didn't have too much information on the matter. Next up was Keisuke.

"I'm her best friend. We go to the same school. The only reason I even found her like this was 'cause she had texted that she wanted to meet up and come hang with me." Keisuke explains calmly.

"So who are these guys?" The officer who's badge shows his name is Kimura asks.

"They're my friends. They were already with me when Y/N texted me. We were by our campus's water fountain outside."

"You ever want to be more than friends with her?" The officer questions bluntly.

"No, she's like family to me. She has a boyfriend already anyways." Kei shakes his head.

"And where's her boyfriend? That him?" Officer Kimura nods his head towards Shuji who happened to be carrying her inside the hospital.

"No no, her boyfriend's Ken Ryuguji. He also goes to our school, but he wasn't with her when she came to see me."

"Hm, alright. That's enough for now." Kimura nods.

Keisuke sighs exasperatedly, going back to his seat in the waiting room as the officer calls up Shuji next. With a tired huff, Shuji makes his way over to the officer standing by the hallway that the nurses had previously taken you down on a stretcher.

"I'm just gonna ask a few questions, alright?" Officer Kimura begins. "Are you close with the victim?"

Something about the officer calling you a victim made Shuji's heart sink to his feet. "...Kind of." He says wearily.

"I'll need something more specific than kind of. What's kind of?" Officer Kimura presses.

"We're close." He answers shortly.

"Friends?" The officer raises a brow.

"Yeah." Shuji sighs. He genuinely wasn't sure how to answer that question yet just went with friends as to keep things simple.

"Has there ever been a point you were more than friends? Ever dated before or thought about it?"

Shuji's jaw clenches in annoyance, already knowing where the officer was going with those questions.

"We're just friends." He clarifies again, his tone coming across a bit more sharp than he intended.

"Alright. Have you noticed anyone suspicious around her?" He asks, changing topics.

Shuji thinks for a second, but can't really think of any particular person. Usually when you're with him it's literally just the two of you, so there's never really a moment where other people are around.

"No." He answers, then pauses, brows furrowing in thought. "Wait..."

I'm at the water fountain fillin' up my bottle and all of a sudden this random ass, quiet ass guy just appeared.

It was just the weirdest thing ever, and the way he wasn't trynna let go of my hand...

"No wait. I-...she once told me about some guy that asked her on a date. She said she was really uncomfortable 'cause he wasn't letting go of her hand or something. But, that was weeks ago now." Shuji explains.

"Did she say anything else about him? His appearance? Where she met him?" Officer Kimura asks.

Shit...he couldn't remember all those tiny details. But for you, he'd do anything to remember every last bit.

"I think she said a water fountain was where he came up to her. She was about to go to dance practice, so she was in the dance department."

"Alright, that's good enough for now. Your friend brought the water bottle she had with her to the hospital. We have the nurses taking a sample and testing for any drugs in the water bottle, but it can be assumed that it was highly likely a date rape drug. We can't really investigate any further without the victim's consent though." Kimura informs.

Date rape drug....

Those three words from the officer's mouth rings loudly like alarm bells in Shuji's mind. "Wait, what?"

"Date rape drugs are popular as they have no scent or color, and most can easily dissolve into drinks going almost completely undetected." He adds. Shuji's heart sinks to his chest. All he can manage is a short head nod in response, feeling too sick to his stomach to give any sort of verbal reply.

"Depending on what kind of drug is in her system, it may take a while before any of you can see her. I'd stock up on snacks to hold you guys off if you're gonna stay till she wakes up." Officer Kimura suggests, giving Shuji an apologetic look and pat on the shoulder before heading over to his colleagues standing near the front desk of the hospital.

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It was so bright when your eyes finally fluttered open. Off white colored walls, and two women you couldn't recognize for the life of you. Once the brightness settled down a bit you could finally take in what was going on, and where you were.

"Y/N? Hi, you've been unconscious for some time. My name is Dr. Chen." A short haired brunette woman states with a soft smile, leaning over you. She's a nurse, you finally conclude, and the second woman was as well. The second nurse seems to be checking out your vitals on the annoying beeping machine. The beeps came around in fairly long spaced intervals, worrying you a little.

"W-what happened?" You ask wearily. Oof, you felt so nauseous.

"Unfortunately, we found a substantial amount of GHB in your system." She explains with an apologetic tone.

"What?!" Your heart sinks in your chest. You had zero clue what GHB meant, but clearly it didn't sound good. "What is that?"

"Gamma hydroxybutyrate, it's an illegal drug. It was mixed into your water bottle you were carrying with you today." Dr. Chen clarifies.

Your brows furrow in deep confusion, then a sudden heavy feeling of anxiousness washes over you as you realize you don't know what she's talking about.

"W-what water bottle? I don't-...I've never taken drugs. I don't have anything illegal-

"Don't worry, you're not in any trouble with the police. We can begin a more thorough investigation with your con-

"Investigation?! W-What's going on?!" You ramble fearfully, your monitor to the right of you showing your heart rate starting to spike. Immediately your chest rises and falls rapidly, starting to hyperventilate as your memories seem damn near void. You couldn't remember anything from today, not even the shortest glimpse.

"Please, try to stay calm. It's normal not to remember anything, as that's one of the major effects of this drug. We're going to take this one step at a time." Dr. Chen assures in a calming tone.

Your vision blurs as involuntary hot tears start streaming down your face.

"Are you feeling any pain anywhere? Any pain around your lower body?"

It didn't go unnoticed by you the way she specifically inquired about your lower body being in pain. "N-no. I don't think I really feel anything right now." You answer shakily, attempting to stay calm but the fact that you were on some kind of drug and could barely feel your body just made everything ten times worse.

"Do your muscles feel tired? Relaxed? It's normal if your feeling fatigued."

Your brows furrow again, unable to keep up with her words even though it wasn't even much that she said. All of this was just too overwhelming.

"You're alright. Take as much time as you need to respond." She soothes. "For now there's no pain, yes?"

"Mhm." You nod as a few tears roll down your cheeks.

"Ok good. You have three friends here that have been waiting for you to wake up. Do you feel ready to see them?" Dr. Chen asks.

"Friends?"

"Yes, they're the ones that brought you here. Would you feel comfortable with seeing maybe just one at a time?" She suggests.

You nod hesitantly, not sure at all who these three friends are.

"Ok." She nods, then heads out of the room with the other nurse trailing behind her with a clipboard. A few minutes go by of silence, before finally someone walks in.

"Hey kid. You alright?"

You gasp, the tears you had went and wiped away restarting all over again. "Kei!" You sob, breaking down as he comes over and gives you an affectionate hug. It hurt you that you could barely manage to just raise your arms a little to wrap around him, still too drugged up to function.

"I'm scared..." You murmur weakly into his royal blue shirt.

"I know, me too, but you're gonna be alright." He comforts, resting his head on top of yours.

"I don't remember anything. I don't know what happened to me."

"You were drugged by someone. They put something in your water bottle you had with you; things got pretty bad for a second." He explains a bit vaguely, pulling away from the hug to go and sit on your little hospital bed. Keisuke didn't really want to go into too much detail about what happened to you just in case it might scare you even more.

"All I know is, you were literally on your way to come meet up with me by the fountain near the gym on campus and like...you just collapsed. Or well Hanma caught you but, had he not seen it, you would've went straight down." He adds softly.

"Ha-hanma?"

"Yeah, he's here too. I didn't know you knew him." Kei states with his brows furrowed. "He was really freakin' out about you, I was...shocked. I've never seen him like that."

"Is Ken here too?" You ask wearily. If Ken's here and sees Shuji it'll definitely be a problem, and you absolutely did not have the energy to deal with that situation.

"Uh no actually, it's just me, Hanma, and my friend Kazutora. You don't know him yet though."

"Thank God..." You sigh, a wave of relief washing over you at that. "How long have I been here? What day is it?"

"It hasn't been that long, like a few hours now. It's still Tuesday." He assures.

"Oh, Tuesday..." You nod slowly. It bothered you that you couldn't even remember at least what day it is. Would any memories of today even come back once the drug has fully left your system? You doubted it.

"Do you wanna see Hanma now? I can go get 'em?" Kei offers. "Cause...he really wants to see you." He adds, sounding shocked by his own words.

Before you could give a response, Dr. Chen walks back in, coming over to you on the other side of the hospital bed by the vitals monitor.

"I'm sorry, but could you give us one second? You can come back in or have another friend come in after, but I have a few personal questions for Y/N." Dr. Chen says politely.

"Yeah, yeah for sure. I'll be back, alright?" Kei says softly, giving you a friendly pat on your arm before heading out of the room. You frown watching him leave, heartbeat pounding just a bit harder as the anxiousness you were previously feeling starts to settle back in.

"GHB is a very common drug known as a date rape drug. We believe you may have been sexually assaulted."

Your blood runs cold all through your system, eyes going wide in terror. You we too frozen to even speak, it was like your mind was refusing to process and accept that. The fact that you couldn't even remember anything made it worse. You couldn't tell if this really happened or not, and if no memories come back, you really may never know.

"I'm truly very sorry about this." She states somberly with a heavy sigh. "So, Y/N, there's a few steps we could take depending on what you wanna do. The first option is a forensic exam where we can test for any STI's, pregnancy, sexual assault evidence, injuries, and things like that that can help you. For example, the water bottle your friend brought to the police is how we found where the drug came from. That's a great piece of evidence. We can also, with your consent, collect clothing items, as well as do some bodily tests for any other evidence should you choose to go forward with a police investigation." She explains slowly, her tone professional yet kind.

"The next option is that we can keep everything strictly confidential. No information will be released to the police if that's what you choose is the way you want to go. The only information they have about this is what they found out from your friends after they were questioned. They were pulled over while taking you here, so naturally the police wanted to ask them a few questions." She adds.

"But, if I don't tell the police anything, they won't figure out who did this, right?" You ask weakly.

"That's right, there'll be no investigation if you choose to keep this confidential." Dr. Chen nods.

"I'll-...I'll do the test then." You reply hesitantly.

"Ok, we'll get you started with that soon. You'll need to sign a few documents just giving your consent before we begin the process. In the meantime would you like for one of your friends to come back again? You can let them know what's going on if you feel comfortable." She suggests.

You simply nod in response, too busy trying to hold back the tears currently beginning to blur your vision.

"Alright." She gives you a small smile, then makes her way out of the room. As soon as she's gone you burst into light sobs, too weak to even wipe your own tears.

How did this happen....?

A/N🧚🏾‍♀️: Dang y'all...it got so dramatic. But I hope you guys enjoyed! BIG BOY BAJI IS A REAL ONE OK!!! Real best friend vibes!!! (Kazutora's real too)

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ectoplasmic-entity · 1 month

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Dan/FemReader request from a friend who doesn't use tumblr :)

I went with a kinda different format this time to keep it short and sweet. I hope you don't mind, especially after my last request was 5k words long lol

I hope you like it!

Genre: Smut

Rating: Explicit (MINORS DNI)

Content Warnings: Public displays of affection + bordering on public sex, a lot of foreplay/sensation stuff with bodies, penetrative sex with the reader receiving

Words: 2.3k+

You’re in college for parapsychology – though you think it’d be easier to refer it to as paranormal studies. Smart people like to use big words, you suppose.

You also have a ghost boyfriend. Strange, isn’t it?

Dan doesn’t seem bothered by it. In fact, he seems more invested in the program than you are. You were honestly worried he’d make fun of the fact that you’re enrolling in class for something you already have significant knowledge about. His response?

“Think about it this way, they’re giving you things to play with instead of just hearing it straight from the mouth.”

He was right.

First day of classes pass in a blur. It’s early in the evening by the time you leave, you’re in a daze with how long the periods were. A blueish gloom falls over the campus grounds, enshrouding the already massive University of Wisconsin in darkness. The only thing lighting up the paved paths are the streetlights, even then, they’re few and far in between.

You stroll past a darkened alcove with the feeling something’s watching you. You jump in terror when a cold hand touches your arm and raise your fists.

“Oh, relax, it’s just me.” Dan’s gravelly voice breaks your frightened muse.

You put your hands down, heart pounding, and stare at him. “What are you doing here?”

“What else but to see my cute ghost hunter,” Dan replies and wraps his arms around you. You fall into his embrace without protest, you rest your cheek on his toned chest, the hum of Dan’s ghost core fills your ear.

“Okay, but - couldn’t you have waited at home? What if someone sees you?”

“I am a ghost,” Dan drawls out, “I doubt anyone but maybe the janitor will see me after dark.”

“I don’t suppose I can’t stop you, then?” You ask, tracing your finger on his emblem.

“You can, if you know what you’re doing.” Dan counters vaguely, his face bears a huge smirk.

You look up at him with calculating eyes. Dan stares back with a playful glint. Then, you put up your arms around his neck and pull him down to your level. His body warms up as you do so.

“Figured it out?” Dan says.

He’s quickly silenced when you tenderly, but firmly, press your lips to his. A warmth blooms between the two of you that makes your surroundings fade into obscurity. Dan pulls you closer, his sharp nails curiously careful.

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The second day. It’s a little slower than the day before, your classes are still a blur.

They talked about ghost’s behaviors and dynamics. You suddenly pretended the wooden floor was more interesting than the presentation. A warmth rushed up your neck, Dan displayed some of these behaviors with you. And you couldn’t say anything, otherwise people would get suspicious.

The same blue gloom falls over the campus when you leave for the evening. You walk with more confidence than the night before. You head straight for the same alcove where Dan greeted you. In no time at all, your neck prickles with his intense gaze.

Dan’s silhouette is highlighted by a faint, spectral glow. It’s not hard to miss.

Rather than say anything, you walk right up to him and nuzzle under his chin. Dan’s body vibrates softly with quiet sounds from his throat, he bends down and nuzzles you back, his face firmly presses into your neck. His ears twitch with what you assume is satisfaction.

Your mind rebelliously goes back to the presentation about ghost behaviors. Then your eyes go to Dan’s ear. It’s not like he hasn’t nipped and nibbled you before. Surely you can do the same.

You tilt your head, with a hesitant glance at Dan’s relaxed face, your lips gently nip his earlobe. Dan makes a small sound of surprise; his hands grip you and a stinging sensation shoots through your shoulder.

Your heart accelerates in excitement.

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Third day. You’re falling into a consistent, familiar routine now. As usual, you head straight for the alcove to meet Dan once your classes are done for the day. Again, his large silhouette isn’t hard to miss. He has a wide, fanged grin as you approach him.

“You seem comfortable,” he says.

“About what?” You ask a little snidely.

Dan shrugs at you, his arms spread out. “This little thing we’ve got going on here. You can’t resist it, can’t you?”

“Not when it comes to you, no,” you say, warmth creeps up the back of your neck.

“Is that a compliment, I hear?” Dan teases smugly.

You place a hand on Dan’s toned chest, his ghost core humming underneath your delicate fingers. His eyes glow warmly as you look up to meet his gaze. Instinctively, your lips meet with a tender passion. You push against him, your breath hot and your eyes sharp.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Phantom,” you mutter through the kiss.

Fingers nimbly find their way to Dan’s suit collar and tug on the hidden zipper. His top opens up, revealing his immense physique underneath. Your breath shudders and you want to pull away, just for a moment, to catch your breath. You don’t. Heart pounding, both of your hands place themselves on his chest. They move to either side, your thumbs gently roll over his nipples.

Dan grunts softly when you start playing with the metal studs of his piercings. A warm tingle crawls up his spine. His core pulsates. A singular hand snakes up your body and finds its way under your shirt. Dan trails his nails along your soft skin, your body heat wraps around it. Soon enough, he feels your chest and gently squeezes.

You jerk under his touch. Breath hotter and heavier, just as Dan greedily claims your mouth. You push your tongue assertively. The only thing that matters is claiming the other.

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You’re nearly done with the first week. The classes passed by in the blink of an eye. Before you know it, you find yourself wandering around the empty campus on a cool evening. At the alcove, you find Dan on the bench. You immediately note something’s a little different. For one, the top half of his suit is undone. He stares at you with this… look in his eyes.

“What’s with the get-up?” You ask, hands on your hips.

“A guy’s gotta primp himself up, y’know.” Dan tilts his head, his fangs flash in the pale light.

“I wonder why.” You say as you kneel down to his level.

You see faint lines of old scars across his chest. Two sets of three symmetrical, diagonal lines. A myriad of smaller scars dot all around his torso. More decorate the rest of his body, obscured by his clothes. You lean in close and gently press your lips onto the marked skin, Dan’s chest rises up and down steadily, his breath shudders lightly.

“You…” Dan breathes out softly. “Seem to favor those a lot.”

“All scars have a story, don’t they?” You ask absently, you slowly trail your lips over his skin. “I just happen to like these in particular.”

Dan starts before he trails off, his expression relaxes. You pepper light kisses down his chest, occasionally sucking a light mark. Dan’s ghost core pulsates and vibrates faintly under your lips. A blissful aura comes over the two of you. You eventually decide to be a little adventurous, you pull your lips back and lightly graze your teeth.

Dan’s entire body tenses, a small sound escapes his mouth. His core thuds in excitement, heat coils in his abdomen. He slowly raises a hand and places it on the back of your head, and pushes you closer to him.

You peer up curiously, then lean to one side. Pushing away the fabric, your mouth quickly acquaints itself with the metallic taste of Dan’s piercings. You roll your tongue over the sensitive flesh, you hear Dan groan softly. His grip tightens slightly, his nails dig into your skin.

Grinning smugly, you begin to lightly suck on the hardened nipple. Dan’s voice pitches to a light gasp of pleasure, his body jolts. You stay focused and steady with your arms around his midsection, a warm flush permeates your tongue as Dan’s heat rises.

You wonder how long it’ll take for Dan to get loud.

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It’s Friday, your first week has come to an end. It went by faster than you thought, you realize. Part of you thinks it’s because you look forward to seeing Dan at the end of each day. As usual, you make your way to the hidden alcove under the cover of darkness. Again, you find Dan on the bench.

Like before, the top half of his suit is undone. It’s his demeanor that feels different, you meet his eyes and your heart suddenly accelerates. Dan lazily lounges back on the bench, his arm hangs over the backrest, his legs wide open.

“Look who survived their first week,” Dan says in a mildly taunting tone.

“It was Monday, and suddenly it’s Friday,” you say with a sigh.

“Time can be…” Dan chuckles softly, he gestures for you to come and sit. “…quite the thief.”

You go and sit down, not where Dan patted the spot next to him, but rather on his lap. You secure your legs around his thighs. His body rises with every breath he takes, almost like he’s opening himself up to you. Underneath, as you can feel it, is a bulge with steadily rising heat.

“We have all the time in the world,” you say, your hands lightly grip his shoulders.

“You’ve been waiting all week…” Dan says and trails his lips on your neck.

“I think I deserve a reward after working so hard,” you say in a low voice.

You slowly move your lower half on his crotch, a burning sensation shoots up between the two of you. Dan’s breath shakes audibly in your ear, his lips partly open. You shuffle back a bit before moving forward, the burning sensation begins to swell. Firm hands grip your hips, encouraging you to keep going.

Hands on Dan’s chest, you feel the hum of his ghost core as it accelerates the more you grind. His muscles tense and twitchy. His eyes flicker with a myriad of emotions, all intense for you. Dan’s breath occasionally hitches with held back breaths, like he’s doing his hardest to not give in.

You stop moving and position directly on top of his crotch. His bulge is harder and firmer, warmth slowly swelters up between the two of you. You lower one hand and gently press down on it, Dan’s body quivers in pleasure, his grip on your hips gradually tighten. Elated, you begin rubbing your hand along Dan’s length.

An uncharacteristic noise emits from Dan’s throat, his eyes squint through a rapidly forming blush and the mock frustration of giving in. Breath heavy, he pulls you closer, your bodies together with nothing but a sensuality that floods you.

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The bedroom is dark, perhaps a bit claustrophobic, but comfortable. Dan lies on his side, his eyes have long since adjusted to the darkness, they peer down at your silhouette. Your soft breathing fills the silence, your warm body rises with every breath.

A sense of… happiness, Dan guesses he could call it that, swirls in his chest. You seem so small, perfect in every way, positioned just under him. Dan stares at your nearly nude form before his hand holds your hip. He lightly squeezes and massages it. It doesn’t take long for you to stir awake.

Your flushed and somewhat sore body – you were pretty forward hours earlier – relaxes under his touch. You don’t move, you lay right where you are and breathe along with the movements.

“You feel like you want something…” you utter out in a yawn. Your eyes crack open.

“Don’t I?” Dan growls softly, he lowers his head and kisses your bare neck.

“Perhaps… you haven’t gotten enough of me,” you say slowly, you turn your head and flutter your lashes, “no need to wait, I welcome it.”

“Very well.” Dan mumbles, the taste of you fills his mouth.

His hand moves from your hip and slides down to your butt, where he plays with the hem of your undergarments. He tugs and twists the seams for a few minutes before ultimately pulling the fabric away. Dan inhales deeply, the mixture of your taste and scent fogs up his head.

Carefully sliding two fingers in between your thighs, he gently rubs. Your body flushes with warmth anew and grows tense in pleasure.

Dan has a wide grin as he pulls his fingers away, his muscles tense with excitement while his hand slides down his own body. He quickly finds what he’s looking for and lightly grips it. A jolt surges through him, his length pulses hotly with ectoblood.

He carefully aims for you and slides into your heat with little effort. Dan groans softly as a thick and heavy warmth coils around his member. He hears you sigh in content. Dan then moves his hand back to your hip before he slowly moves his body back and forth.

Your body jolts about and stiffens a little at first. The smooth and pleasurable pulsing of Dan thrusting into you takes the discomfort away. The way his body moves against yours, his breath quiet and heavy. You raise your leg up high to give Dan more room.

Sounds of guttural pleasure break the immersive quiet. The bed creaks with two bodies shuffling back and forth. The room temperature rises with hot, heaving breaths and sex. Hands desperately gripping and fondling their partner’s respective bodies.

It really does feel like you have all the time in the world. It doesn’t matter really when you have just each other. The orange glow of the sun streaks in between the blinds, Dan too deep into the moment to care, and your body glistens with an afterglow.

A little pocket of paradise, you could say.

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villainessprefect · 1 year

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~Tell It to My Heart~

title: Colors of an Apple

Prompt #8: Dancing together while one person falls, the other lands on top of them and the fallen one laughs. The other confesses.

Epel x gn!reader

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Pomefiore's ballroom is a grand yet private stage. It can hold many students although its magnificence shines when smaller groups are present. There's more room and more freedom for those to practice when a crowd isn't present. And it feels more personal when it's just two.

Like you and Epel, for example.

While you are no stranger to the dorm or this room, it feels different without the SDC group. Even if the competition has long passed, you have hardly stepped foot in here since then. With your role as the manager over, so was your time in this part of the dorm. You nearly forgot how imposing it felt just to stand in here.

"Sorry for draggin' ya out here," Epel lets out a huff.

"It's okay. We were supposed to hang out today anyway," you reassure him. You tilt your head to watch as he fiddles with the speakers.

"I know, but we coulda been doing somethin' better."

For a moment, he considers just leaving and escaping this damned dorm on a blastcycle. As simple as that may sound, it's not. With Rook keeping an all-knowing eye on him, breaking free would be impossible. So, he has no choice but to bend to Vil's whims and do as he commands.

This week, the housewarden seemed intense on getting Epel back into dancing. Something about posture and keeping up appearances and knowing the basics so he doesn't make a fool of himself or whatever. All the first year knows is that he has to learn the waltz and show his skills off to Vil before being granted some freedom. Or move onto the next course of beautiful torture that Epel can't wrap his head around.

Surprisingly, Vil grants him a choice of partner. He does have duties to attend to, so he allows Epel to choose someone to practice with while he's out. Of course, he expects the best from both him and his chosen partner, but that's something he leaves out, more so because he knows that you would give it your all regardless of Vil's watchful eyes or not.

You were his first and only choice for a partner. He couldn't tell if it was due to the burning feeling in his chest or the fact that you were one of the only decent people in this school. Sure, you're a little odd, but he knows that he can trust you. You wouldn't make fun of him for being forced to learn a cliche dance nor run to his housewarden if he tried to run off. If he slipped into his real self, you wouldn't laugh at him either. You're definitely strange but in a welcoming way.

Crystal blue eyes glance your way. His gaze lingers on you as you begin to stretch. While you may not have been on stage for the SDC, the warmups were drilled into your head just like the rest.

Maybe dancing wouldn't be so bad after all. He does get to be with you, dance with you. He does have to kinda teach you too, but today is just the basics. It's easy enough and he won't bark at you as Vil does to him.

"Alright. The song is going to be on loop so we can just keep on going. Pick up wherever we leave off and all that."

He doesn't sound enthusiastic and his lack of excitement doesn't fit with the music that begins to fill the room. Yet, it still pushes him towards you. Epel takes your right hand with his left. His right hand is placed against your back and you put your left hand on his shoulder. Space is kept in between you both and he can't tell if that's a good or bad thing.

"I'm ready whenever you are," you chirp, unlike him you're filled with zest. Perhaps it's a little infectious. He can feel his heart begin to drum against his chest. He can't back out now and look like a shy, dainty little thing. Even if this is some prissy and proper dance, he'll commit to it.

Epel takes in a breath and recalls what Vil has taught him. He repeats it to you, although in a less wordy way. He instructs you on the steps and how it's one foot first and then the other until you get the hang of it. You have to move in a 'box' for this dance.

Starting off is relatively easy. One step. Pause. Another step. Pause. Repeat. You pick up on it fairly quickly and he's glad. This lesson won't be taking all afternoon at this rate!

There's just one thing that irks him a little. And that's your height. It doesn't normally bother him and you're not that much taller, but when it comes to this, he feels inadequate. If he's supposed to be the lead and does cool things with you, how can he when he's shorter than you? If he swings you around or does some fancy dip, can he even hold you? Would you even trust a small, weak thing like him?

He hates that feeling bubbling in his chest. He wants to be cool for you. And he wants to ignore the voice of his housewarden scolding him in his mind for getting wrapped up in roles again. He just wants to be manly, damn it.

Those seething feelings begin to pile up more and more. The repetitive movements aren't helping with his growing temper. If only this was more exciting, more fun.

Epel is about to ask if you're enjoying this or if you're bored like him, but he doesn't need to when he catches your eyes. They sparkle with such determination that it's hard to believe that these lessons were for him and not you. You're lost in the dance, muttering out the timing to help as you continue to move. While you have a lovely gaze, Epel wants to see it break into something better.

"Wana go a bit faster?"

"Huh?"

Epel sneers, his true colors showing as he frees himself from his quiet persona. His grip on you tightens, he closes the gap between you both and quickens the pace. The tempo is lost, but he doesn't care. Now you're both dancing outside of the box and going at a racing pace. He likes that you can keep up with him and the fact that you're smiling and trying to hold back a laugh.

Now comes the cool part.

The videos make it look so easy and he's certain that he can pull it off. If he can, then he can rub it in Vil's face after impressing you. All he has to do is dip you, hold you steady, and let you bask in his glory.

Unfortunately, that does not happen. Lost in his hype, he takes a misstep. His feet collide and he does dip you, just a little too much and unintentionally. A squeak escapes from you and your hold tightens. Epel does his best to save you before you fall, but instead, you bring him down with you.

Colliding with the ground isn't pleasant nor is the extra weight pressing down on you. You wince and groan in pain. You're pretty sure nothing too serious was injured, maybe a little bruise, but nothing major. As you try to shake off the pain, you look to Epel. He's hovering over you, hands resting beside your shoulders almost as if he were pinning you down.

"Are you okay?" He asks.

You blink and stare up at him. Somehow, in the depths of your mind, you find this scene quite funny. The entirety that led up to it too. It just felt so...natural. Just like Epel to do this. Even more so with the weird mix of worry and sparkle that shone in his eyes. He finally had fun even if it all ended up like this.

So, you laugh.

And as you laugh, Epel is caught off guard. The sound of your voice echoing throughout the room wasn't something he expected to hear today. It's charming and makes his heart beat even faster. He's always loved the sound of it and knowing he was the cause makes him proud.

While he's not one to dwell in the spirit of his dorm, at this moment he'd say that you're the most beautiful thing in this world. Your smile, your laughter, your everything.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Sorry about that." Your laughter dies down but giggles still linger. It disappears once your eyes meet with his. And as you try to catch your breath, you find it to be stolen away. Lips press onto yours with the taste of apples. He doesn't keep your breath for long though.

"You're really beautiful," he mumbles, cheeks burning. He does his best to keep a confident stare on you but even you can tell that he's nervous.

"Th-Thank you," you gulp, unsure of what to do now. Your heart is racing a mile a minute, your mind is unable to process what's going on. So much has happened and it's hard to believe this isn't a dream. "Do you...want to keep dancing? Or..."

"I'd rather just see ya smile again." And perhaps steal another kiss too. At this rate, he might just do it again.

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princessconsuela120 · 8 months

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Chapter Ten: That Funny Feeling

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Series masterlist

Chapter Warnings: Pregnancy, grooming..? Kinda, big girl problems, mentions of sex, angst, cursing

Author’s note: this one kinda hurt me lowkey, but I love it😭. Only a little bit longer of season one, guys the baby’s almost here I hope you’re excited. Don’t forget to vote comment and repost! Eat up!!

Chapter art by @clownfacepancakes120 & @silvell

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I HONESTLY COULDN'T BEGIN TO EXPLAIN HOW QUICKLY I STORMED UP TO KYLE AT HIS LOCKER THE NEXT DAY IN SCHOOL. I couldn’t entirely tell how angry I was, or why, maybe it was because of my pregnancy hormones. They always seemed to be through the roof whenever I was around Kyle. It was almost like ever since Kenny told me he was still going to prom, going without me, and to make matters worse with Rebecca Cotswolds, I couldn’t seem to wrap my head around anything else.

“Are you honestly and truly going to prom with Rebecca Cotswolds?” I asked angrily, slamming his locker shut. He looked at me with wide eyes, gulping in fear when his eyes met mine.

“Hi.” He said shortly, trying to smile but his anxious nerves took over.

“Kenny just said...That you were gonna go with her.” I continued, feeling my chest compress with anger.

“Yeah. I did ask her if she wanted to go. A bunch of us are gonna go to Casa Bonita and then prom… And then go to Cartman’s cousin’s cabin. So… We're getting a stretch limo.”

I pressed my lips together, nodding my head, trying to hide the rage that my face was trying to force out.

“You must be pretty stoked that you're not taking me.” I said, tilting my head slightly as Kyle sighed.

“You're mad. Why are you mad?” He asked, his breathing become even more unsteady.

“I'm not mad. I'm in a great mood.” I shrugged, letting out a loud fake laugh as I continued. “Despite the fact that I'm in a fat suit I can't take off. And despite the fact that everyone's making fun of me behind my back. And despite the fact that I almost lost my brother because of this. And despite the fact that your girlfriend gave me the stink eye in art class.” I grumbled, making Kyle sigh once again.

“Rebecca’s not my girlfriend. And I doubt she gave you the stink eye. That's just the way her face looks, you know? That's just her face.” He stuttered, looking up at the celling to avoid my eye contact.

“Yeah. You just take Soupy Sales to prom. I can think of so many cooler things to do. Like I might pumice my feet. I might go to Big Gay Al’s and you know, pet his cats. Maybe get hit by a truck full of hot garbage juice. Because all those things would be way cooler than going to prom with you.” I continued to shout, now this time Kyle scoffed.

“You're being really immature. You have no reason to be mad at me. I mean, you broke my heart. I should be royally ticked off at you. I should be really cheesed off. I shouldn't wanna talk to you anymore.”

“Why? Because I got bored and had sex with you and I didn't wanna marry you?” I said angrily, making him roll his eyes.

“Like I'd marry you. You'd be the meanest wife ever.” I rolled my eyes at him, and he just looked away to continue talking. “And I know you weren't bored. Because there was a lot of stuff on TV. And They were streaming dirty dancing on Hulu and you love dirty dancing. And you were like, “oh I love this movie, Patrick Swayze is my husband. But, oh, no, we should just make out instead."”

He looked away again, but I didn’t. I stared straight at him, carving daggers into his skin with my eyes. I hated it, all of it. I think the baby hated it too, cause I don’t think I’ve ever felt it kick so hard. ‘Stop, stop arguing, you know you love him.’ It’s almost like that angry fetus churning inside of me knew that too. But I couldn’t stop.

“All right, you just take Rebecca the douche packer to prom. I'm sure you two will have, like, a real bitchen time.” I said, throwing up gang signs to make fun of her.

“Well, I still have your underwear.” He teased, making me roll my eyes as I glared back at him.

“I still have your virginity.”

“God, would you shut up?” He grumbled, rolling his eyes. He sighed, as if he was bracing himself. For a second I could tell he hated this just as much as I did. “I don’t understand the big deal. I mean, Jo you won’t even let me tell my parents. I get it, you’re giving the baby up, you don’t want anything to do with me, but it’s like I don’t even exist to you anymore.”

That one stung. Now I have known Kyle since preschool. I mean, we played in the same sand box at the playground. I couldn’t get my sand castle right, so he decided to come help me. That was of course until Cartman came and stepped on our entire masterpiece, and Kyle hugged me when I cried. We were 4, I barely even remember anything else from that age. And then there was 4th grade, where our entire lives seemed to begin. There was our first kiss on the playground, getting married in his backyard, saving his ass while trying to defeat professor chaos. There was everything, he was everything. And then there was the science trip. I had gained confidence from the bottle of Landshark that I snuck into our room, and we had to share a bed. Not that I didn’t want to, I did. I don’t know why I let things escalate from there. Why I didn’t just assume everything would be fine, nothing would come from it. We were just gonna make out, and I could get over my stupid crush. It would be so simple. And then we had sex, and now I’m in even more love with his stupid curly ginger hair.

“Are you ashamed that we did it?” I asked angrily, sass clinging onto my tone as he shook his head sadly, looking back up at me.

“No.”

“Because at least you don't have to have the evidence under your sweater. I'm a planet.” I shouted, creating a new silence between us. It was like he forgot he was supposed to be angry for a second.

“Let me get your bag. You shouldn't carry that.” He said, reaching for my backpack as a shoved him away.

“What's another 10 pounds?” I hissed lowly, before quickly walking in the other direction, once again leaving Kyle dumbfounded and sad at his locker.

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“Hi. Wow, that shirt's working hard.” Mark said, looking down at my now very large bump that was beneath my signature Garfield shirt. I was only about 6 or 7 month along now, but for some reason this baby was huge. It’s kind of funny actually, when I talked to Sheila about it she unknowingly admitted to me that Kyle was also a huge baby, not aware that he most likely was the reason this child was huge. I swear I could’ve been having twins or something.

“Is Vanessa here?” I asked, walking in and looking around, hoping to blow off some steam and watch a horror or something. Away from my family, away from Kyle, away from everything.

“No. We are safe.”

“Sweet.” I said, slinging my back off my shoulder and tossing it on the couch, laying back as I let out a sigh of relief.

“I'm glad you're here. I actually have something for you. Come here.” Mark guided me to a side room, full of comics and guitar stuff. It was an interesting space I couldn’t help but look around with wonder.

“Whoa, Mark, is this the baby's room? It's beautiful.” I teased, making him roll his eyes as I chuckled lightly.

“Oh, that's hilarious. No, this is where I keep all my old comics… And I wanna show you one.”

“You're one of those guys?” I teased, laying out on the couch as soon as I got in. It’s safe to say my ankles were taking majority of the heat during this pregnancy. “You know my 17 year old brother doesn’t even read comics anymore.”

“Come here. Take a look.” Mark said, choosing to ignore my sarcastic remarks.

“Is this a pregnant superhero?” I asked excitedly, looking down at the anime comic book I was handed.

“I found it in Japan when I was there with my band. It reminds me of you.” He said, smiling softly. I nodded with a wide smile on my face as I flipped through the comic.

“Hells, yeah. This actually makes me feel way less of a fat dork.” I explained, earning another smile from Mark.

“Well, Yuki is a real badass. You should be proud to be in the same condition.”

“Thank you.” I said, smiling back at him. “How about some tunage?” I requested, earning a raised eyebrow from Mark.

“Tunage. Okay, yeah.” He said, going to go and play music from his record player. “All right, don't look, numéro trois.”

“I'm not looking.” I said, covering my eyes as he put the record on the player.

“This one is actually kind of slow, but it's Mott the Hoople… So it's still totally rad and hardcore.”

“I know this one.” I said, swaying slightly side to side. Mark seemed to perk up at that.

“You do?”

“Yeah.”

“This song is older than I am, if you can believe it. I danced to this at my prom.” Mark explained, making me laugh slightly at the thought of mark at prom.

“Who'd you dance with?”

“Cynthia Vogel. Great dance partner. She let me put my hands all over her butt.”

“Hot.” It was strange, I was used to giving this sort of response to Kenny, not Mark. But it was great, I mean it was like he was a buddy.

“Very hot.”

“I can just totally picture you dancing like a total dork.” I teased, getting up as he put his arms on my shoulder and we began slow dancing.

“Actually, she put her hands… There, and I put my hands down here.” He explained. Moving my hands to his shoulders and his hands down to my hips. “This is how we did it in '88. Just like this. Have you ever been to a dance before?”

“Dances are for nerds and squares.” I teased, making him raise an eyebrow at me again.

“What are you?”

“I don't know.” I shrugged, making him smile softly, resting his head against mine.

“Does it feel like there's something between us?” He says as a joke, referring to my large baby bump that refused to let me any closer. I laughed slightly, though my laugh was short lived when he began speaking again.

“I'm leaving Vanessa.”

I froze. I swear, my entire body locked itself and wouldn’t let me make any move. That is of course, besides shoving Mark away, and staring at him with that same frozen brokenness that was left on my face.

“What?” I asked, my voice breaking as I spoke. I could feel my hands begin to sweet, that funny feeling beginning to fill up my entire being.

“I'm getting a place in the city. Got it planned. Something I've wanted to do for a long time.” Mark explained, and I shove my head.

“No.” I snapped, causing Mark to raise an eyebrow at me.

“No?” He asked, looking slightly taken aback by my response.

“No, you definitely can't do that. That's one big fat sack of no.” I continued to yell, and Mark just stood there staring at me, confused by my outburst. “I mean, you guys are supposed to take care of this, you know?” I said, holding my baby bump protectively.

“I thought you'd be cool with this.” He said, looking me up and down.

“Cool? I want things to be perfect. I don't want them to be shitty and broken like my family.” I continued to yell, making him shake his head angrily.

“Come on…”

“Look, I'll have the baby… And Vanessa's gonna be so happy. You just…” I explained getting up and grabbing my things, making Mark try to stop me by standing in front of me.

“A baby won't fix everything. I don't know if I'm ready to be a father.”

I scoffed.

“But you're old.” I snapped back at him, and he went quiet for a second. He looked down at the ground, then back up at me.

“How do you think of me? You know, why are you over here?” He asked, making me stop a minute. I think it was then that I realized what my dad had meant not too long ago. That people weren’t just friendly, they didn’t have to be friendly. There’s always a motive.

“I just like being a piece of furniture in your weird life.” I explained, and Mark sighed, gesturing to the guitar and comic book mess that was in front of me.

“This? This is what my life has become. You know, I got stuff in boxes. You know, I'm underground.” He explained, making me sigh, rubbing a hand across my face.

“Is this my fault?” I asked, feeling tears begin to prick at my eyes.

“No.”

“Is Vanessa mad at you because of me or something?”

“It's got nothing to do with it. We aren't in love.”

“You were in love when you married her. If you're in love once, you can be in love again.” I explained, waving my hands around, wiping the few stray tears that left my eyes. LLike my brother, he’s been with the same girl like four times, they’re back together again now. You're just not trying hard enough.”

“I can't believe what an idiot I am.” He mumbled, shaking his head as he looked down. I scoffed.

“No, you know what, Mark? Just do not divorce your wife. Will you please just do me a solid and stay with Vanessa?” I asked, causing him to look up at me.

“You're so young.” He said softly, his smile faltering as he did.

“I'm not that young. Okay, I'm 16. I'm old enough to know when someone's acting like a total a-hole. Oh, and you know what? I bought another Sonic Youth album that you recommend and it sucks. It's just noise.” I grumbled, before turning to leave out the door, leaving Mark sitting in his own misery. Just as I was about to leave, Vanessa came in the door.

“Juno? What's going on?” She asked, her eyes filling with worry once seeing my expression.

“Nothing.” I replied quickly, trying to walk past her.

“Why are you crying?” She asked, stopping me again.

“I'm not crying. I'm just allergic to fine home furnishings.”

“Hold on. What's the matter? What's the matter?”

“She's just a little hormonal. Right, Juno? It's part of the process?” Mark said, his voice sounding so foreign to me now. I couldn’t help but glare over at him, Vanessa’s eyes following mine.

“What did you do?”

“I didn't do anything.” Mark replied coldly. “Just...I've been thinking.”

“What?”

“You know, I'm just thinking if this is the right thing.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Just wondering if it's… just wondering if we're ready.” He continued to talk about his uncertainty, sending painful goosebumps to erupt against my skin.

“Yeah, we're ready. We've read the books, we've taken the classes, we have a nursery that is…”

“Vanessa, I know we're prepared. I'm just wondering if...I'm ready.”

I tried again to walk out, but Vanessa stopped me again, fear showing all over her face.

“Wait a minute. Juno, don't listen to him. He's just got cold feet. He's just being a guy. The books all say a woman becomes a mother when she gets pregnant. A man becomes a father when he sees his baby. He's gonna get there. He's... he's gonna get there.” She explained, but mark simply kept his act up.

“It happened so fast. We put the ad in the paper… And I thought it would take months, if at all… Then two weeks later, she's on that couch.”

“She answered our prayers.” Vanessa corrected, glaring coldly at her husband.

“Ever since then, it's been like a ticking clock.”

“What are you saying?”

“That it feels a little like bad timing.”

And with that last line from Mark, I was gone. I quickly ran to my car so no one could stop me, getting in and driving. I knew I had to pull over somewhere, I was crying so much I couldn’t even see the road. It didn’t seem to matter to me at that moment. Not seeing just felt refreshing.

—✧

I JUST KEPT DRIVING. I didn’t know where, or how far, I just knew I needed to get away. Something in my instincts brought me here, to the barn. It was pouring rain, and the ground below my feet drowning in rain water, my shoes sinking into the mud as I walked. It seemed my face was soaking wet, whether it be from tears or the rain I wasn’t sure. I just knew I need to be somewhere that isn't on the road.

I pounded hard on the barn door, knowing my brother must have been inside, but he just groaned loudly from the inside.

“Go away Juno.” He yelled to the door. I could hear him strum his guitar behind the door, but I continued to pound on the doors.

“I said go away! My creative juices are flowing.” Stan yelled back, and I rolled my eyes, slamming my arms down harder.

“I don’t care about your juices.” I yelled back, my voice breaking when I did. I could hear shuffling from the other side.

“Are you crying?” He asked, his entire voice changing from his joking tone to normal. And then he opened the door, and in that exact moment when I saw him, I broke down into his arms. His heartbeat picked up speed and he pulled me close to his chest, not knowing the source of my distress.

“Hey, hey hey hey. You’re alright, big brothers got you. You’re okay.” He reassured, running his hands through my hair to comfort me, sighing as he held me tighter.

“It’s so much.” My voice broke again, and he squeezed his eyes shut to keep himself from getting emotional at my expense.

“It’s okay Juno, take some deep breaths okay, what do you need from me, what do you need me to do to make it better?” He asked, pulling away with his hands on my shoulders, looking me up and down to check for any injuries.

“Just-just hold me, please.” My voice came out small and squeaky, and he quickly pulled me back into his embrace.

“That I can do.” He sighed, running his fingers through my wet hair. “I can always do that.”

—✧

#south park x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle broflovski #stan marsh #stan marsh x reader #kenny mccormick x reader #stan marsh x sister reader

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mythicalshipping · 1 year

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*deep breath*

Y’ALL.

Okay, so I’d seen the cuddling videos and wasn’t really sure what to expect with this one...

...excuse me, their WHAT now?

This feels like a fic prompt. Like the writers just...browsed Rhink Tumblr for an idea that Wouldn’t Go Too Far.

Rhett was just demonstrating, but Link couldn’t help himself and was like “ME FIRST!”

Dude, you’re not covering your a** at all with this, but nice try.

WHY DOES LINK HAVE THIS DREAMY-EYED ~*MY HEART STOPS WHEN HE SAYS MY NAME~* LOOK IN HIS EYES LIKE??!? WE ARE BARELY INTO THE EP.

Is Link like, unable to hug people (or maybe just Rhett?) with his eyes open? If so, that is so adorable and I can’t deal with it, excuse me while I walk into the sea.

Not Link’s hand pressing and Rhett’s chin pressing fOr ScIeNcE.

LINK’S ~*FACE~* IS JUST PURE BLISS (and I’m sure he wasn’t low-key thinking that if Rhett just tilted his head down a lil’ further, it’d be a forehead kiss).

LINK LOCKING HIS HANDS LIKE THIS LIKE IT WAS THE 1800S AND HE WAS WONDERING WHEN RHETT WOULD RETURN FROM THE WAR.

Link couldn’t let go. ;-; PLS. HALP.

DAYUM just calling Link out; I wouldn’t have noticed, but now I cannot unthink about the locked hands ;-;

Link patted Noah because only Rhett has a key to his lock... ;-;

Charles Lincoln “Who’s jealous? I’m not jealous” Neal III

...

I watched this clip back and it DEFINITELY wasn’t...am I alone in this?

Either way...someone is jelllyyyyyyy.

Maybe Link just wanted an excuse to talk about his Rick Rubin dream...science is still out on what exactly dreams meme but THIS is kinda telling, just sayin’... ;)

RHETT’S FACE AFTERWARD, BY THE WAY

Not the mirrored stances ;-;

Link’s facial expressions through this entire episode look positively o*gasmic whenever he’s hugging Rhett.

CHASE’S LIL FACE IS SO FREAKING ADORABLE HERE (and hey, I’d ship this ;) )

“You want to envelope me?” ;-; (And also, fun fact, if you are shorter than your partner, and they wanna be little spoon, just shift so that your head is resting slightly above theirs and wrap an arm around their waist).

THIS IS SO TENDER I JUST ;-; And Rhett’s face is pressed up right against Link’s nealples.

“DON’T WORRY” SHUT UP I AM CRYING ;-;

*UGLY SOBBING* OH MY FREAKING GOD

...Uh, okay...not where I was expecting this ep. to go but...

Stevie giving 11/10 commentary, and also can I just point out RHETT’S. FACE.

JEALOUSY, TURNING SAINTS INTO THE SEA

SWIMMING THROUGH SICK LULLABIES, CHOKING ON YOUR ALIBIS

Yeah, real coherent response there Rhett.

Rhett suggesting they just *actually* make out. As if he could handle the FEELS. I wish someone would have called his bluff. XD

Rhett is the Princess of Genovia, I don’t make the rules. (peach-worthy and I were totally on the same page with this one ;) ).

So...what exactly do you want to feel from these hugs, Rhett?

HE JUST SAYS IT. WE’RE ALL THINKING IT AND HE JUST GOES AND SAYS IT.

Rhett low-key panicking.

:O WAIT

...You...YOU’RE GOING TO DEMONSTRATE THIS?!?!?

This screencap is unedited. Noah is all of us. (And okay okay, so they didn’t REALLY kiss obviously, but a girl can dream right?)

And so, it’s time for Stevie to reveal if leaning to the left when you hug someone is more romantic or platonic. And Link is just like “I’m just gonna put in a Superman pose and pretend that everything here is for science.”

Link is fidgeting SO MUCH here.

Finally, a man of truth. ;)

But is his guess correct?

Rhett and Link standing there just re-evaluating their entire lives.

CLEARLY THE SCIENE IS WRONG.

Rhett grasping onto this for dear life.

Stevie...that is fanfic writing ma’am.

Oh no. WhatEVER will they do? ;)

He’s not wrong, but it’ll come back to haunt him a bit later. ;)

Jessie is such a real one <3

Rhett beckoning Link for them to try the five second hug before pedaling tf BACK, in fear that he seems too eager.

...for what? In case it goes on too long? XD

Link fighting the urge to lock his hands ;-;

Link truly is unable to hug Rhett without looking entirely blissful. Rhett patting Link’s back and counting out the pats to take away some of his own worry, but Link, even still, looks happy anyway.

Noah is all of us looking on.

NOT LINK ON HIS TIPPY TOES ;-;

Link Neal and his PROJECTION.

...you guys good there? lol

LINK SHUT UP THAT IS SO SWEET I CANNOT. ;-;

YEAH WE’LL DO THE 10 SECOND HUG. BUT UH, OBVIOUSLY, FOR SCIENCE, AND IT IS GONNA BE JUST *TERRIBLE.* SURE RHETT.

RHETT YOU CANT JUST SAY THAT AFTERWARDS. ;-;

Not this mirroring...

YEAH WE’LL DO THE 10 SECOND HUG. BUT UH, OBVIOUSLY, FOR SCIENCE, AND IT IS GONNA BE JUST *TERRIBLE*, SO LESS SPICE IT UP WITH OUR OWN FANFIC?!?! HELLO?!?! EXCUSE ME?!?! (Omfg my stream of consciousness screenshotting self named this “you mean like your mission trip?” D:)

I think I’ve read this fic before...

IM SCREAMING?!!?!?!? THIS CANON DIVERGENCE?!?! RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY SALAD?!?!

OH GOD AND LINK TOOK THIS SO SERIOUSLY. NOT ONLY DID HE UNDERSTAND THE ASSIGNMENT, HE WENT FOR THE EXTRA CREDIT. OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD. Noah’s face once again being all of ours.

*UGLY SOBBING* LINK PLS.

RHETT AND NOW YOU SAY THIS?!? LINK AT LEAST TRIED TO “DEFEND” Y’ALL, WITH THE MENTION OF “THE CONVERSATION” HELPING.

STEVIE HAS BEEN TRYING TO MAKE SOMETHING LIKE THIS HAPPEN SINCE DAY 1, I GUARANTEE IT.

This is their suggestion and I JUST...pls I need (another?) Mythical OT4 beach ep.

Link just SINKING into the hug.

...WTF auto-generated closed captions?

THE EFFING NUZZLE I IRL SQUEAKED!!!!

Me trying to recover from this ep.

Idk what part of the ep this was in, but I need a GMM London trip because of reasons.

#rhink #gmm rhink #gmm rhink 2300

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fillyoursoulxx · 1 year

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closed starter for @felteverywhere ft. dove

Now, it wasn't as if this night had to go perfectly. Louis was well aware that realistically it wouldn't and it shouldn't. Perfect made for boring. And that wasn't them. They were goofy and sassy and sometimes downright fucking clumsy. And he loved that about the two of them together. So he didn't have a heart attack when it started to pour on the way to the theatre and he had to use jacket to keep her from getting soaked. There was zero panic when they were late or so chilly they slipped into the bathroom together to dry off with the hand dryers. Nope, not even the ticket guy almost refusing their rain stained tickets shook his unyielding belief that this was in fact, going to be an epic "first" date.

The universe was trying them, that was for fucking sure, but it was that imperfection that had Louis smiling, his fingers toying with hers, throughout the performance of Midsummer Night's Dream. It was a welcome escape, one he hadn't been sure of at first. He had limited knowledge of the plays that Dove enjoyed and this one felt almost a little cliche. But it was kinda a means to an end anyway so if she did hate it, he hoped dinner would redeem that.

That and well, the beaming greeting delivered by the one and only Max as soon as they slipped back into the lobby. She-- wasn't rude. Not exactly. Curious. Blunt. But not rude as she casually brought up their night in her hot tub, how up until that very moment she'd never seen Louie with a girl, let alone introduced her, and you know the fan favorite, be gentle, he's fragile nonsense. It was all in good fun, he knew that. This was what? Years of pent up embarrass your little brother in front of a girl he likes vibes. But he smiled and laughed and quipped back, just holding out for the moment Max wandered off and he had Dove alone.

The lobby was just about empty when he smirked, dipping down to give her a kiss before his hands slipped over her eyes. "Alright, you gotta trust me now. Slow steps," he said turning her in his arms to guide her back to the double doors. It was slow going, mostly to build anticipation as they reentered. The was soft music playing, the melody light like the dance of fireflies and the lighting was dim, colored with the exact tint and warmth to evoke the feeling of drifting away to another realm. The stage was still set, the only change being a table that looked just as much like a tree stump as it did a table and chairs. Dinner was set. Nothing extravagant, some take out a door dasher delivered from down the street. But eh, not everything had to be perfect.

He hummed, the two of them still in the aisle, head tilting as he found the right view. "Alright, keep in mind. I'm extra. So-- if you know, it freaks you out a bit, you can say so. Also if you love it and think i'm entitled to a "fuck yeah, you're amazing and i can't get enough of you" fool around sesh later, you can tell me that too," He was teasing, it was obvious by his laugh, but there were some butterflies skirting around obnoxiously in his gut. At the idea that all of this might really be too much. He took a little breath, reminding himself this was good. Epic. And he moved his hands, watching her as her eyes flickered open and he gestured out to the stage, "Tah dah-- dinner is served your majesty. What do you think?"

#::|| louis #louisdove006 #felteverywhere

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wrathfulmercy · 1 year

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🥐 - cook some comfort food (farm)

Things to do in October from here @xgoldxnhour

“What are you doing?” Rick asked as his head lowered to rest on her shoulder, trying to get a glimpse of what she was preparing.

“Mhm, aren't you a noisy one?” Eloise joked but nuzzled her head against his while cleaning her hands in the sink. “Pumpkin pie, my love. I think your mum mentioned last time she loved it?” Her head tilted and slowly she moved out of his arms to face him properly, her eyes sparkling from full devotion and maybe the hope to make him proud which she always did but it seemed she needed to be reminded of it more often.

“Mhm, I love the sound of that.” Rick hummed and placed his hands on her hips while she wrapped her arms around his neck. It was such a soft moment, full of love and sweet glances that made him feel like living in a dream even if most of it was not since they still had to make sure to keep their affection low in this kitchen so his mother wouldn't get a heart attack. “I love how you always care about her. And me.” he whispered, his eyes closing as he moved in closer to press a gentle kiss on her lips. Eloise just smiled against him, her arms tightening around his neck to intensify this moment until Roses voice appeared in the back.

“Richard? Are you here?”

With a giggle they pulled away, Rick stepping next to her to lean his back against the counter as his mother walked into the kitchen. “I'm here mum.”

“Oh dear, I was wondering who was using our kitchen that early in the morning and I... oh, who are you?” His mothers eyes blinked as they fell on Eloise and Rick just scratched his scruff kinda feeling embarrassed about going through this nearly every day, fearing it could hurt Eloise. Of course she noticed the way he flushed and reached out for his hand to give it a soft squeeze, assuring him it was alright.

“It's alright, darling.” Eloise whispered before she turnt back to his mum with a big grin on her face. “It's just me, Rose. Eloise? The girl from the little shop your son always goes to? I was just helping Rick to make a pumpkin pie. I heard you love it.”

“Pumpkin pie?” Rose had confusion in her eyes as she looked back to Rick who just chuckled and stepped to his mum to take her hands in his own, a calming gesture that would ease the confusion in her fractured mind.

“That's right mum. You know I can't bake or cook. In fact it was Eloises idea and so she decided to help me here. Is that alright for you?” It needed a short moment of glances between her son and Eloise, but after a while Rose just smiled and squeezed her sons hands, showing him she understood.

“Oh yes, I see. You really can't bake, can you? So thank you sweetheart for helping my little Richard. He's a little lost sometimes, you know?”

Well she wasn't so wrong about that but Rick still waved her off to shake his head. “I'm not that small anymore mum.”

“Small enough to not make a pie yourself, my dear. So, let me see. Can I help you, Eloise?” It was rare for his mother to remember her name or use it and in this moment Rick had to hold himself back from tearing up as she did, proving that her memories indeed started to make Eloise a part of them, but before his mother could notice he just turnt away from her and wiped his forefinger across his tearing eye.

Eloise noticed that gesture and walked up to rest her hands flatly against his chest to calm his aching heart. “Of course you can help me. I need at least one person who knows what they're doing, don't I?”

Rick chuckled to that and whispered a silent “thank you” before he stepped aside and tilted his head at both of them. God what a beautiful sight this was. “Alright, I get it. I'll leave you two to it then and prepare the dining room instead. Have fun ladies.” And with that he disappeared while Eloise sat down next to Rose, helping her to measure the ingredients while Rick only peaked at them from time to time to keep this picture in his head.

#eloise x rick || seed of my heart oh how it blooms for you #answered meme #xgoldxnhour #v: farm

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chocoenvy · 2 years

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Hey what about a teen reader who when transported to Teyvat always seems spaced out and tired?

Like its not like their in the villain au or anything, its just kinda their in shock. And when they find out they're god they're just like "oh uh...cool."

They dont particularly care or anything they're just silently existing while trying to process everything. How would the cult generally try to help reader?

Self-Made Screen

Warnings: cult behaviors, heavy dissociation/derealization, grounding technique, all described in detail. (apologies if it is not accurate, I based it as well as I could off of my own experiences)

Characters: Venti (main), Jean, Aether, Paimon (minor), Ei (mentioned)

Notes: Venti simps come get your soup. Did not mean for this to be that long oopsies hope yall enjoy <3 (and good luck with your pulls, whether it's for Venti or Ayato)

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You didn't understand anything. One moment, you were home with familiar faces and places, now you're in a familiar world. But... it was always farther away. You weren't sure how to explain it, you could barely wrap your head around it. You did know that you still couldn't grasp the fact that this was real.

Sitting at the base of the tree in Windrise, staring at the pretty blue anemo crystalflies as they floated by. They didn't even fly away as you sat there, were you even breathing?

You sucked in a self-conscious breath at the thought. You were alive. Were you? How good of a dream were you in? You wanted out, you weren't having fun right now.

You don't... remember what happened or why you feel this way, but you just wanted the comfort of your room at the moment.

Muffled voices hit your ears, the only indication you heard them was the slight widening of your eyes. You saw multiple pairs of feet stop in front of you. Slightly, you tilted your head up but your eyes didn't follow the movements. Honestly, you couldn't bring yourself to force your brain out of the fog. These strangers didn't feel like danger, you knew everyone in Teyvat, and their outfits were too extravagant to be NPCs. You'd be fine... and you couldn't bring yourself to care even if you wouldn't be.

Their words hit your ears, "They look like... their excellency! Could it be..." Faintly, you recognized it as Jean, the dandelion knight.

"Their excellency?" The traveler questioned, "Who's that? This is..."

"The person who's been controlling you!" Paimon shouted , her awfully butchered voice brought a brief wave of amusement to your flatlining brain, "You know? That voice we hear sometimes?”

Your traveler made an understanding noise, and the three continued to talk about things you couldn’t care to wrap your head around. Your brain made a note, it knew you should be concerned about the fact that they could hear you, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to actually care.

You felt a hum bubble in the back of your throat, you wanted to tell them that you heard them, but you couldn't bring yourself to even attempt the vibrating in your throat. You just sat there, a slight frown tugging at your lips. The only indication of you being alive was the rise and fall of your chest, and the inconsistent blinking of your eyes.

“We should take them back to Mondstadt.” Jean’s sweet voice bubbled up out of the deep water you were floating through.

Maybe you should just go back to sleep...

Your heart stopped for a moment as strong arms from years of training wrapped around your backside and legs. Your breath stopped and your eyes focused in enough for you to look at Jean, who was holding you. Her eyes met yours for a moment and she smiled, breathtaking and beautiful.

Her mouth moved and yet only half of the words actually made it past the film over your ears, "-lency... you oka... we'll be... soon..."

Her gloved hand gently touched your forehead, your eyes drifted shut. Your head tilting in towards her chest to hide yourself from the sun. Maybe, if you went to sleep, you'd wake back up in your bed.

So you ignored the voices calling gently out to you.

You did not, in fact, wake up back in your bed. But the bed you did wake up in was far more comfortable than one you'd ever been in before. So soft and welcoming, when you finally gained consciousness, you didn't want to leave. The clean, cool sheets, the pillows urging you to keep your head laid against them.

Nothing worried you here, nothing could hurt you here. You wanted to stay here for a bit longer...

A soft knock interrupted your dozy state, and your eyes opened blearily. With a soft groan, you forced your body to sit up. You couldn't exactly force your body to sleep anymore than it already had. Well, you could but you didn't really feel like it anymore.

In fact, you didn't really feel like doing anything anymore.

Your stomach churned, your chest hot and heavy, the heat tickling your throat and threatening bile to rise out of your mouth.

Maybe if you just... stayed still, and ignored the door opening, you'd be okay...

The feeling didn't go away, but the pair of bright teal eyes above you did distract you from the feeling of your insides burning. Just a bit.

The bright smile, too, as he saw your eyes. No matter how wilted they appeared, he couldn't help how bright his hues shone at the notion that you were finally gazing upon him with no screen or filter.

You were here.

Something passed by his lips, the honorific title they'd been using, you were sure, but it didn't get past your ears. Something you just couldn't hear.

"Venti..." You croaked out, just then realizing how dry your throat was. You cleared your throat and you faintly heard Venti ask a nearby person to fetch you some water, "Venti," You said, this time much more clearly, "What's... happening..?" You groaned as the world spun, you closed your eyes and buried them in the palms of your hands but the feeling persisted.

"Oh dear," He sat next to you on the bed and held his hands in yours, gently pulling them away from your face, "You don't look okay."

The person- who you couldn't bring yourself to identify- handed Venti the water and he gently held it.

"Here," He said the stupid title again, "We're going to be doing a little game, okay?"

You stared up at him quizzically but ever-so-slightly nodded.

"Thank you. Can you tell me five things you can see?" He smiled softly.

Your eyes fluttered up at him, bewildered. You knew this...

You pointed at him, he nodded encouragingly. Then the cup, the bed, the door, and finally a miscellaneous painting on the wall. One you hadn't noticed was there until just then.

"Perfect! Now, tell me four things you can feel."

"Your hand." You idly rubbed your fingers against his palm.

He nodded enthusiastically, "Good!"

"The blankets." Your hand ran over the sheets and in your head you repeated the fact that this was real and you were here, "The cup," You reached out to touch the cool glass, "Your hair," You gently touched the strands, "and... the drawer." You reached over to touch the wood of the bedside table.

"Very good-!" He said the title again.

"(Y/n)." You said with a grimace.

"Pardon?" He tilted his head.

"That's my name. Use it. Not that dumb title."

Venti's breath hitched in his throat, but he smiled gently and nodded, "Of course, (Y/n)."

The name felt like a wave against your skin, cool and refreshing and quelling the burning tightness in your chest. You gently grabbed onto the glass of water, your hands weak and shaky, and Venti helped you drink it greedily.

"Now... (Y/n)," There was an odd giddiness when he spoke your name but you opted to ignore it, "Three things you can hear." He held three fingers up, a cute smile on his lips.

It was odd how pretty looked... how real he looked. It made your head spin, everything was making your head spin. It hurt so much...

"Your voice." You croaked out, "My voice..." You strained your ears to hear other noises, "A... lyre... from outside." The corners of your lips twitched up.

"Do you like the lyre?" Venti tilted his head, staring at your smile with a dreamy smile of his own.

You nodded with a hum, "It's pretty. The bards here are so talented... I'd... I'd like to play the lyre..." You muttered, mostly to yourself.

"I can make that happen!" Venti giggled, "But I need you to finish the game first."

Your eyes met his, the eye contact made your head ache, but it was getting better. He was real, this was all proof of it.

You smiled at him, genuinely and nodded. He beamed.

"Two things you can smell." He held up the amount of fingers.

You paused and inhaled deeply, "The sheets were newly washed... I can smell that..."

"Mhm," Venti encouraged with an enthusiastic nod.

"And uhm..." Your eyes scanned for something you could smell, finally drinking in your surrounding of large and luxurious room. You were in Mondstadt, but none of the buildings looked as though they had a room this grand in it.

Your eyes locked onto the pretty cecilia on Venti's hat, and you leaned forward to sniff it. The refreshing scent seemed to almost surround all of Venti with a comforting earthy feel, "Your cecilia." You sat back down.

His cute round face, so surreal and breathtaking up close, was dusted in a pink hue.

"Ah," He chuckled, his eyes glowing in an otherworldly way. You weren't sure if it was because of his archon status, or because you weren't used to how... different this world felt. He gently took the flower from his hair and offered it to you, "Would you like to have it your grace? I can always find more. Plus, it'd look much prettier on you than it would me." He giggled, a sweet smile on his lips.

Your eyes widened, shifting over to the flower now being held in front of you. Gently, you gripped it and held it up to your face.

"Here," Venti tenderly took it back from your hands and intertwined the flower into your hair. Once it was snugly in, he retracted his hands and grinned, "Hehe, looks like I was right! It looks much better." His eyes softened in adoration, a look that made your head spin and your hands to tighten on the blanket.

"Thank you." You chuckled, your knuckles turning white with how hard you were grabbing the blanket, trying to stay attached to your own body.

"Final one!" Venti held up his pointer finger, "One thing you can taste."

"...does the water count..?" You muttered, idly drinking the last bit of the drink.

Venti hummed, putting a hand to his chin in exaggerated thought in an attempt to make you smile.

It worked as the room seemed to brighten with your breathy laugh.

"Hmm, possibly... though water doesn't really have a taste does it? Oh!" Venti hit his fist against his palm as a thought came to his head, "If you want to leave the room, we can go get you something proper to eat? It'd be good for you to walk around a bit, usually that helps me when I'm feeling similar to how you are," he off-handedly mentioned, "Or I could just bring it up to you, whichever you prefer."

Your lips tugged down in thought, "...I..." You gingerly held his cloak between your pointer and thumb, "I don't want to be away from you for now... just... will it be loud outside? Lots of people?"

Venti grinned, an almost lovestruck look in his eyes. He soon snapped out of it, though, and answered, "Ah, I can make sure you don't get overwhelmed. And if the people become too much for you," He leaned in with a mischievous grin, "I can whisk you away!"

You blinked in surprise before a huge grin broke out onto your face and you giggled, "Thank you, Venti."

Venti stared for a moment at your bright smile and wondered what he did to be so lucky. He giggled along with you, hopping up from the bed and holding his hand out to you, "Well then, (Y/n), shall we go?"

You nodded, grabbing his hand and carefully getting off the bed. Your legs were weak, but you could walk so long as you didn't overexert yourself.

Venti led you out of the room carefully, and outside your room was two guards standing watch. Non-vision wielders so they were easy on the eyes, less confusing for your brain to wrap around.

You smiled warmly at them despite having no clue who they were, and they reveled in your warmth. Bowing lowly and greeting you, made you feel a tad dizzy due to how odd the interaction felt, but you paid attention to Venti's grip on your hand. His palm against yours and the padding of your feet, the way the halls were simply but nicely decorated. Venti's soft humming and the faint sound of voices and bards playing their tunes.

It made you giddy and put a spring in your step, almost walking ahead of Venti in your excitement.

Venti wrapped his arm around yours, leading you down the stairs as though you were some sort of royalty. The playfulness and lightheartedness of all his actions made the whole situation seem like a fun children's game. It eased the burden of knowing how deeply and severely your life has been thrown off the rails. He made you feel like things were okay.

And maybe, if he was by your side, it would be.

The moment the two of you got downstairs, you were already feeling your consciousness retreating as more familiar faces flickered in the other room. A big, meeting room, you observed.

Your brain was so... tired. Retreating into the recesses of your brain was just the easiest thing to do. There was no longer a screen between you and Teyvat, so your mind created one and put you behind it. Making your body mush and constantly slipping into auto-pilot or just not moving, the world around you feeling a million miles away despite being right in front of you. You still weren't sure if all of this was real despite how real Venti's hand was. How real the noises were, how real-

"(Y/n)," Venti whispered into your ear, his breath hitting the sensitive skin, causing you to jump.

You blinked at him, he felt closer than ever. Probably because the both of your noses were an inch apart...

"Can you sprint? Not necessarily run but we have to be quick if we want to go past them." He gestured to the large meeting room, bustling with vision wielders, "I could always carry you," He whispered, "But it might make you dizzy, I just have to make sure."

"I'll be fine," You squeezed his hand, "Lead the way."

His heart skipped a beat and he nodded with a dumb grin. Swiftly walking into the busy room and sticking to the wall, almost running to the nearest exit.

You were both caught immediately.

They shouted dumb titles and familiar otherworldly faces blotted your vision.

Venti, without a moment's hesitation, scooped you up in his arms and fled the room in a gust of wind with only a "Gotta go!"

Probably not the best thing he could've said but it worked and next thing you knew the both of you were in the kitchen, your hair in slight disarray and a dumb grin on you and Venti's faces.

"Quick!" Venti giggled, a playfully dark and devious grin decorated his face, "Ei brought all sorts of sweets! Let's grab them and run!"

You drank in the scene, surely, this would've been a cutscene in Genshin...

But it was all real, all of it was fully rendered and animated because you were actually experiencing it. Not pauses for dialogue, this was real life.

And you were about to live it to the fullest, grabbing the Shogun's deserts with reckless abandon while voices shouted throughout the halls. As soon as you were close to being caught, you and Venti's arms filled with sugary delights, he took you both to the hands of his large statue. There, you two sat, drinking in and fully immersing you in Mondstadt, while you ate stolen goods, watching people frantically search for you. Realizing that you had an imapct on Teyvat, that you were real in this world.

Squeezing Venti's hand, you grinned as the sun beamed down on you two.

"Hey, (Y/n)," Venti poked your cheek. You didn't notice the amused lilt in his voice.

You hummed and turned to face him. Immediately, you were met with a face full of messy cake decorating your face. Only a few bites actually made it to your mouth.

You squealed in shock, Venti's laughter ringing down to the people below as they started to gather beneath the statue.

Your yell swiftly turned to laughter, "Oh, you'll pay for that Tone-deaf bard!" You growled, shoving a piece of tri-color dango onto his face. He sputtered and yelled, giggling madly.

With a sly and playful grin he licked your hand, "Ew!" You shouted, pulling away.

People gathered below you, but you kept screaming and laughing and cheering. This was proof that you were real. You were having a real affect on the people around you. There was no dialogue, no reading, no waiting nor pausing. It was just you and Venti. And one day, when you're ready, it'll be you and the whole of Teyvat.

#choco.asks #sagau #genshin cult au #genshin sagau #genshin self aware #venti #venti x reader #this was not meant to be a venti simping post iswear #listen i just... i just think he's neat LKDSKAJFASDF-#BTW GOOD LUCK TO ALL VENTI WANTERS!!!!#YOU'LL GET HIM I'M SURE OF IT!!!!

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mildkleptomaniac · 3 years

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oh baby — jj maybank x reader

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: “ reader finding out she’s pregnant (with jj) during season 1 events and he freaks out like in a bad way, kinda angsty with whatever ending you want! thanks in advance, love your work :) ”

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬: part one | part two | part three

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.4k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: teen pregnancy, angst, mentions underage drinking, mentions weed, vulgar language

𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: i’m so excited to start this series 👀 first part will take place right as season one starts. the next part will actually be episode one events. looking for there to be about 13 parts? one for each episode? maybe? here is the angst of jj finding out about y/n pregnancy and then i thought i could write out the season of how he would react and handle things.

Y/N gasped for air as she sat in the backseat of the Twinkie. Her heart pounding out of her chest as they drive away from the police officer chasing after him. She tilted her head back against the seat, clenching her eyes shut. Maybe it was all the running, bur she wasn’t feeling well. Everyone in the van was laughing and bantering about what just happened, but she felt stuck in her own head.

She had been feeling off ever since a few weeks ago. Y/N wasn’t dumb, she knew why. All the test agreed with her. She’s pregnant and she had yet to tell anyone, especially her boyfriend, JJ. Being sixteen and pregnant wasn’t on her list of things to do—maybe if she was a Kook and had a few bucks to her name—but she didn’t.

And neither did JJ.

And it wasn’t like her parents were around much. One was in the military; she barely saw her father. Her mother worked too many shifts for such little money, it was a shame. Y/N worked as a lifeguard, but it was only a summer job.

“Y/N—you good?” A voice spoke up, catching her attention. Raising her eyebrow, she nodded her head at Kie.

“Yea—just feeling a bit tired?” She was trying to convince herself more than anything. Her best friend knew something was off, but Kie decided to not question her in the van with everyone. However, it did catch JJ’s attention and he made a mental note to talk to her later.

Usually she wasn’t so caught up in her mind, but it was noticeable.

Once they pulled back into the Chateau, Kiara had to go. She said goodbye to everyone and pulled Y/N in for a tight hug. She knew Kiara knew something was going on and she felt even more shocked at the fact Y/N would eventually confess she’s pregnant.

Y/N vividly remembered what it was like. She stole a few tests from the market and ran home. Silence filled the house and it was killing her. She was alone, despite how many people surrounded her in her daily life. She knew John B and Pope were working, JJ must’ve been doing some lawn care as an odd job, and Kiara was spending her time at the Wreck like usual.

She laid all the test out on her bathroom counter and waiting anxiously on the toilet. When two pink lines showed up on all them, she felt like passing out. She scooped them all into the trash before sitting down on the bathroom floor.

Y/N leaned her back against the tub and took a deep breath in before letting out a hysterical sob. She pulled her legs into her chest, leaning her head against them. She tried catching her breath, but all of these thoughts racing through her mind was too overwhelming for the teenager.

All she could think about would be the reactions of students at her school, as she would walk down the halls and have people stare at her. She worried about who would be able to take care of the baby—she was just a kid herself. JJ too. She wouldn’t be able to have all the fun the rest of the group is up too.

Parties wouldn’t be the same.

Hell, her life wouldn’t be the same.

JJ and her never even talked about what would happen if she had a kid—let alone at sixteen. They would only ever talk about one day that they will be together and that they will be happy. It didn’t matter when or where, as long as they were together.

She raked her hands through her hair, trying to calm her breathing down. But every new thought about the baby growing inside of her scared her. She sought through every idea of how everyone would react, but none of them felt right or conclusive.

It’s been a month since Y/N knew what was going on. It hurt to keep such a big announcement to herself. Everyone thought it was weird that she stopped drinking, but she blamed it that she can’t eat gluten and is trying to avoid beer.

They didn’t argue with it. Y/N stuck on a gluten free diet to even tag along wit her lie.

But what caught JJ and Kiara’s attention was that she stopped smoking weed. Y/N claimed they did drug testing at the country club pool.

They somewhat believed it.

JJ wrapped his arm around her shoulder, tucking her into his side as the night went on. John B and JJ were going on about the hurricane coming up and the best places to fish. She couldn’t care and she didn’t even bother to listen. Her mind was preoccupied with the onsetting doom ahead of her.

No one here was ready to be a parent—no one was even prepared for the upcoming SATs—other than Pope.

Y/N’s stomach started to curl, and she shut her eyes, trying to ease the nausea. She excused herself from the boys and made her way into the Chateau. Y/N found herself in the bathroom, sitting down and leaning her back against the wall. Her hand pressed on top of her stomach.

“What am I supposed to do?” She whispered to herself, unaware JJ was following her to the bathroom.

“Did you hire a plumber?” he smiled as he cracked the door open, sitting down beside his girlfriend. Y/N smiled at his comment, but it quickly faded. “What’s wrong? Did the burrito upset your stomach? I told you what beans would do to you.” He jokingly reprimanded her.

“No—JJ. The burrito was great,” at the end of her sentence, she started to sob. JJ’s eyes widened, not expecting his girlfriend to cry at the mention of her burrito.

“Woah, woah, what’s wrong?” His mood suddenly shifted.

“JJ, please don’t be mad at me.” She cried, looking over at those blue eyes of his.

“What happened, Y/N?” He asked.

“You have to promise me—”

“Y/N, what’s going on?”

“I’m pregnant.” Her voice cracked and his eyes widened. He blinked several times before laughing.

“Very funny, Y/N. Since when you became a comedian?” JJ not believing her.

“JJ—I’m not joking or anything.” She wiped her face as she watched her boyfriend to see his reaction.

“Are you serious?” After moments of silence he finally spoke up.

“I wish I wasn’t—”

“Am I the father?” He interrupted.

Y/N looked at him, dumbfounded. “JJ—You’re the only person I’ve ever been with, of course you’re the father!”

“Fuck—Y/N—I can’t do this. I can’t have a kid—it’s going to ruin our lives.” He started to work himself up, standing up off the ground. He ran his hands through his blonde hair, pacing back and forth as she sat on the floor. “You really think that I can be a father? I don’t have money and I can’t support you or the child—Jesus fucking Christ!” His voice rose and his hands clenched. “When did you find out?” He stopped pacing and looked at his girlfriend.

Tears in her eyes, she sniffled, “I found out a month ago and—”

“You’ve waited a month to tell me? Does your mom or dad know yet? Am I the last to find out?” He was throwing all these questions at her.

“JJ—Stop it! You’re the only one I’ve told and I’m so scared—I don’t know what to do.” She sobbed, looking up at him. JJ bit on his lower lip.

“You’re scared? I’m scared too—we can’t do this—I—Fuck, Y/N.”

“JJ—Please say something else right now.”

“What? Do you want me to lie to you and tell you this is amazing? That this is going to better our lives and help our relationship? That this is a ‘blessing’ or that this kid will be able to cure cancer? I can’t lie to you—but I don’t think this baby will do anything other than ruin our lives, Y/N. I’m sorry.” He vented as she sat there.

“Can we just go to bed and—”

“I think you should go home. I—I can’t think about this right now. I’m sorry Y/N.”

With that being said, Y/N stood up off the ground and wiped her eyes. JJ watched as she left the bathroom. Once she was out of sight, he pounded his knuckles hard against the floor. He wasn’t sure of how to deal with these emotions, he only knew the way his father did best.

Y/N’s phone lit up an hour later from JJ.

JJ: sorry for lashing out

JJ: we’ll figure something out. i just needed space to think

JJ: love you Y/N

taglist: @lemur46 @taylathornton

#jj maybank #jj maybank imagine #( jj maybank )#jj maybank x reader #outer banks imagine #obx imagines #dad!jj

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phantomrose96 · 3 years

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Fenton Fact

Danny leaned back against the red brick chimney of the Casper High roof, and he looked across the stretch of land rolling far off from the building top. For a place so off-limits, so hidden-away from the normal bustle of the school, the view really wasn’t anything special. Sure, the school was decently tall, but it overlooked the staff parking lot, and the empty Casper High tennis courts, and the back of a strip mall two blocks over with the recently-haunted laundromat.

Not that it mattered. It took more than tall-building-views to impress Danny anyway, even the nice ones. And he wasn’t up here for the view.

Danny let his eyes drift shut.

“Sup loner, room for one more?”

Danny startled, and it wasn’t Sam’s voice specifically that startled him. (He’d grown used to her bursting from his Fenton Phone earpiece during most nightly patrols.) He’d just lulled himself a bit too comfortably into the idea that no other human could follow him to the top of the locked rooftop of the Casper High building.

“Did I just surprise a ghost?” Sam asked. “Should I do it again with a ‘boo’?”

“Haha,” Danny answered with a fake chuckle. He blinked himself back to prickly awareness, drowsiness batted away like dust bunnies, and stared up at Sam. “I’m not surprised. I just wasn’t expecting anyone else to be on the roof. How did you even—”

Sam was a few steps ahead of him. In explanation, she waggled the Fenton-branded grappling hook gripped in hand.

Danny leaned back with a faux-exasperated sigh. “Since when do you even have a grappling hook?”

“Since I told your mom it would be a wildly cool line of gear to add to the Fenton brand.”

“Does this mean my mom now has a grappling hook too?”

“Yes. And your dad. And Jazz. And Tucker.”

“Great. When I go home and all the ceiling fans are torn down I’ll know why.”

A gentle silence lapsed over them, punctuated with the swell of fall wind.

“So…” Sam continued. “Can I sit here?”

“Huh?” Danny looked at her, anchoring his drifting thoughts once more. “Oh, yeah. I thought the ‘yeah’ was implied.” Danny shuffled a bit to the side, back still resting against the chimney. He patted the spot he cleared. “What am I gonna tell you? No?”

“Just making sure.” Sam stowed the grappling hook to the side of her belt and settled into the spot beside Danny, feet outstretched. “In case maybe you wanted some alone time.”

“’Alone time’ isn’t really something I get anymore. I’ve had about a hundred-too-many ghosts crash through my bedroom for that.”

“So why the roof?”

“Roof is more for uh…” Danny twirled his hand, “‘less adoring crowds’ time. ‘Less classmates ogling me’ time. You can stay so long as you don’t ask me to sign anything.”

“I was never interested in the parasocial or capitalistic value of celebrity signatures. Besides, you cross your ‘t’s weird.”

Danny replied with a half-hearted chuckle. His line of sight drifted into the middle-distance again, unfocused.

“Is it getting to be too much?” Sam asked.

“Hmm?” Danny answered, eyes shifting back to her.

Sam gestured broadly, hands and arms outstretched. “You know just. All this. Everything.”

“…Nah.”

Another small silence grew from the cracks in the concrete between them.

“Paulina and Star are looking for you. You know that, right?”

“Oh, are they?”

“Danny. You knew that.”

“Maybe.”

“…And you’re not interested in seeing what they want?”

“I figure Tucker is keeping them busy.”

“You’re unfortunately right.”

“Phantom Phacts?”

“Phantom Phacts.” Sam nodded. “I made him promise to leave out any embarrassing trivia from the trivia section.”

“Thanks for that,” Danny answered. “Is his presentation any good?”

“You think I’ve ever stuck around to hear it?”

“Fair.”

Sam pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapped her arms around her legs and set her chin to her knees, staring forward.

“You’re really not interested in sitting with Star and Paulina for lunch?”

“Not really. Why? Is that bad?”

“No, it’s absolutely great. But I’m…” Sam shrugged, “surprised, I guess. I feel like usually you’d jump at the opportunity. And I kinda don’t think you’re refusing because you’ve suddenly recognized the banality of A-lister status.”

“Maybe that is what happened, you don’t know that. Down with capitalism, Sam.”

“Danny.” Sam tilted a fraction to face him. “I’m worried that this is all too much for you, and you just won’t admit it.”

Danny sat with the silence that followed. “I don’t think it’s too much. I’m just—I dunno. I mean. I’m just not feeling it.”

“…You can admit if it’s overwhelming, Danny. I’ll be the first to shut down ‘Phantom Phacts’ if it is.”

“Nah, nah let Tucker have his fun. He’s not the problem. It’s… I dunno.” Danny pushed himself taller against the chimney, upright now and unslumped. “It’s a little bit overwhelming, I guess, maybe. But it’s kind of what I expected. Maybe even a little easier than I was expecting. I thought I’d be dealing with a lot of Phantom-hate once everyone knew but, I guess that kind of died down a long time before everyone knew.”

“Valerie holding you at gunpoint in the cafeteria wasn’t Phantom-hate?”

“We’ve had a lot of good talks since then, okay?”

Sam let out a quiet laugh. “So then… why aren’t you sitting with the popular kids right now?”

“I just didn’t want to, I guess?”

“And why didn’t you want to?”

“It just didn’t really feel right.”

“Is it because of me?” Sam asked, another side-long glance cast to Danny. “Because you can sit with them. I’ll still make fun of you if you do, but you don’t have to… not sit with them because of me.”

“What? Huh—no. Nah, nah I mean I do care what you think Sam. But I mean if I wanted to be sitting with them then I would so. I mean. You don’t have to worry that it’s you.”

“So then what is it?”

Danny took a moment to answer.

“It’s just… it’s a feeling. I dunno. Like.” Danny spread his arms out. “The invitation is wrong? Or the invitation isn’t actually for me?”

“…The invitation is for Phantom instead?”

Pensive indecision set into Danny’s eyes. “That’s not totally it. Because I mean I AM Phantom. I’m not not me when I’m Phantom. Maybe I trash-talk a little more in ghost form but I’m not… not me. That’s still just me. You know that.”

“Right, yeah, no Danny. It just sounded like that’s what you were saying.” Sam let her legs slide out a few inches. “So what are you saying?”

Danny sat with the question. “When the news first picked up on Phantom, way back when—Inviso-Bill?—that wasn’t really anyone, you know? They made up some spooky icon to make the news about. Which was just like, whatever, not me. I didn’t even take ‘Inviso-Bill’ too personally because that just wasn’t me. And even when I stopped being an enemy and started actually being ‘Danny Phantom’… no one actually got it right, you know? They kind of came up with a character for me. Just some hero. I listen to the news and how they talk about me and I think, even now, I think ‘That isn’t me.’”

Danny pulled his knees in, a mirror to Sam, and stared down into his tattered jean fabric. “And when everyone learned I’m Phantom I guess I kind of expected them to be like ‘Oh it’s Fenton’ and then that fake version of Phantom would go away.” Danny raised his eyes to Sam, far more bothered than before. “…I think the opposite happened. They don’t look at Phantom and think ‘oh it’s Fenton’. They look at Fenton and think ‘oh it’s Phantom.’ I think Danny Fenton got put away. I think the person I was for 14 years doesn’t exist to them anymore. Whoever they invited to lunch isn’t me. He doesn’t exist. But I’m suddenly responsible for him. And it’s not even me.”

Danny paused. “And now I’ve been wondering like… how long until I disappoint them? You know? How long until I do something that makes them angry because I’m not doing the thing they expect ‘Phantom’ to do? How long until they start seeing there’s too much ‘Fenton’ in me and they start to hate me for it all over again? For them to really like me, I don’t think I can be me, and I don’t know how to do that. I don’t know how to be someone who doesn’t just disappoint everyone in the end.”

A long gust of wind swept between them, stealing away the seconds.

“…So now you’re hiding on the roof.”

“It was the easiest solution to my problem.”

“But not a lasting one, if you ever want to get down.” The wind settled, and Sam swept a lock of hair behind her ear. “…Do you care if you disappoint them?”

Danny shrugged. “I. Yeah. I think. I don’t—I don’t think I totally know for certain, but I don’t want to disappoint anyone.”

“Well, you’re not going to disappoint me, or Jazz, or Tucker—and if Tucker does act disappointed over any lost Phantom Phacts ventures I’ll whap him over the head. But I mean, we know who you are. We’re not going to be disappointed realizing you’re not ‘Phantom.’ The worst you can do is land right back where you started.”

“And what if I started acting like ‘Phantom’ instead. Would that disappoint you guys?”

“Do you want to act like ‘Phantom’?”

Danny paused. “…No. Not at all.”

“Then don’t. It’s that simple.” Sam stood, and she stretched until her back popped. “It’s not your responsibility to uphold whatever delusions people project onto you. I won’t hesitate to call them out on it. You know I’m good at being direct, and you know I’m even better at making enemies.”

“I don’t wanna be mean to them though when they’re finally being nice.”

“They’re not being nice, they’re projecting. If their niceness to you is conditional on you fitting to the box they created for you, that’s not nice, that’s manipulation, and it’s exactly the root of my ever-frothing disdain for popularity. It’s always some element about popular people that people latch on to, and they can fit the box that people give them, or they can reject it and find themselves wallowing amongst us outcasts. Don’t do that to yourself, Danny. Don’t live in their chains.” Sam tilted her head to Danny. “You spend all day trapping ghosts into tight little boxes and you can’t even recognize when it’s happening to you. I think you’d be better at spotting this.”

“It’s a cylinder, really. The thermos. It’s a cylinder. And don’t say ‘box’ so much. You might summon company.”

“You just said ‘box’ though.”

“I did say ‘box’.”

“Box.”

Sam laughed, noise trailing light on her lips. “…Feeling any better?”

“A little, I think… I still… I still think I... it's not as easy to just say 'I don't care if I disappoint them.' It's still scary. I don’t want to end up proving them right that they were right to hate me all along.”

“Are the opinions of Dash Baxter really the ones to be holding on a pedestal? Is his opinion of you really more important than what you think of yourself? You’ve been through this with the A-listers already. Don’t torture yourself again just because the door is wide open. I promise you Danny, it won’t make you happy.”

“So I should just do whatever makes me happy?”

“Every time.” Sam nodded.

"Even if I'm a total disappointing loser?"

"All the better."

"Even if I blow any chance I have with Paulina out the window?"

“Wouldn't have it any other way. Got any idea what you intend to say to her when she finds you?”

Danny paused. He pushed himself standing. “Maybe I could talk her ear off about NASA until she gets bored of me?”

“Excellent. Can I join? I have a lot to say about SpaceX and private capital encroaching on space exploration.”

“Does that apply to me? I’ve been to space. Am I private capital?”

“You’re not private capital.”

“Then what am I?”

“Annoying.” Sam locked arms with Danny, and dragged him along forward, her combat boots clunking against the rooftop. “And my friend. Come on. I’ll brief you on everything wrong with privately-owned space exploration while we’re rappelling down the side of the building with my sick and cool as hell grappling hook.”

“I can fly.”

“And I have a sick grappling hook. What’s your point.”

“It’s probably called a ‘Fenton Hook.’”

“Is that a Phantom Phact?”

Danny shook his head, and a smile pulled on his lips. “Nah. I think it’s a Fenton Fact.”

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