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noearchives · 2 months

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sober me up

(what happens when the one piece boys are drunk?)

characters: portgas d. ace, trafalgar d. water law, sanji.

note: personally i've never been drunk enough to the point where i lose my mind or anything like that ... so this is just based off of my imagination and stuff i see in movies ;;

cw/ tags: gender neutral reader, mentions of alcohol, unestablished relationship, mutual pining.

portgas d. ace

"woah,” ace whispers, head tilted to one side as he looks at you through half-lidded eyes, saying your name in the same way he did when he met you for the first time.“is that really you?”

you're not sure if he’s putting up an act to flirt, or if he’s actually so drunk to the point where he can’t tell his imagination from reality. not knowing how to reply, you hand him a glass of water in a fluster in hopes that he’ll sober up, and he downs the entire thing in one go, mistaking it for liquor.

“wow,” ace says again, awestruck. it’s like his eyes are put in a spell to look at nothing else but you. his reaches for your face, stroking your cheekbone with his thumb. nonsense runs off his tongue as he stumbles deep into your gaze in spirals. “you're so pretty i could kiss you.”

he pauses. “can i?”

fuck it, you think. he’s drunk out of his mind, you're tipsy enough to use it as an excuse. it won't hurt if you kissed your best friend who you’ve been pining for since the dawn of time when he won't even remember anything the day after, right?

so you agree to his request, and ace wastes no time with how quickly he slides his tongue into your mouth just after two seconds of his lips meeting yours— it’s like he doesn't want you to breathe.

when he finally lets go of you, you gasp like a fish out of water while he looks at you stupidly. his mind is filled with you, you, you. one kiss isn't enough to satisfy him— he’s been dreaming of this for months, afterall. with both hands on either side of your face, he makes a bold statement once again.

“let’s do that again.”

trafalgar d. water law

law doesn't drink much, but he can't say no to his crew when they offer. initially, he planned to stay sober for the rest of the night to look after all of you, but as shachi and penguin continue to pour him drink after drink, his head grows heavier with every sip of liquor.

he stays quiet even when he’s drunk. no bold confessions, no impulsive acts, nothing. he just watches his crew drink themselves stupid, the faintest hint of a smile at the corner of his lips.

with the loud hustle of the bar and the deafening laughter of your crewmates, it’s hard to notice how intoxicated law has become until you feel a foreign weight on your shoulder. a white fur hat lands on your lap, and you only realise your captain’s resting his head on you with his eyes closed then.

“captain?” you say. your heart’s beating out of your chest. “captain, you're drunk.”

“i know.” he mumbles in reply, looking silly with his cheek squished against your shoulder.

“let me get you some water.” you try to move out of your seat, but your body doesn't budge. law’s arm holds you down firmly, and you feel the skin under his touch tingle. “captain," you say again, weaker this time. you're not sure if your lungs are working properly with how he's rendered you breathless. "you've gotta let me go," you say, betraying your heart.

"no," law mumbles against you. his hold on you tightens, and you swear he's nuzzling into your neck.

at that point, you decide that he's had one too many and that he needs to be sobered up or else he'd be in a sour mood the morning after. you awkwardly prop his arm on your shoulders as you drag him back to the polar tang with the knowing gazes of your crewmates on your backs, your captain's hat in your hand as you strain to support his weight.

"ah, young love." penguin sighs.

sanji

being an absolute lightweight, sanji's already swaying with his tie off and a few buttons undone after two shots.

"oh, my love." he sing-songs. my love? you raise an eyebrow at the nickname. "the way you look at me makes my stomach flip. your eyes are brighter than the stars, and the way you say my name tugs at my heartstrings. would you make a poor man like me happy by just looking his way?" he rambles, freestyling a verbal love letter for you right then and there. you've heard him do the same for robin and nami, but never for you. (until now, of course.)

the crew's swordsman physically cringes in second-hand embarrassment. "curly, do all of us a favor and shut that mouth of yours."

miraculously, sanji doesn't retort like he usually does. instead, he takes your hand in his as he continues his weird love poem. "if only this wasn't a dream, and i had the courage to confess my love for you in the real world. alas!"

... and he starts crying. actual tears rolling down his cheeks and everything. "but i know you would never love a pathetic man like me!" he sobs into your lap, kneeling before you as your ship's navigator averts her gaze out of embarrassment, grumbling about how her efforts of keeping his secret are wasted.

though ridiculously stupid, his confession made your heart stop. after all this time, it turns out that he's equally as smitten as you are when you thought his heart belonged to someone else. (it's hard not to assume with the way he behaves around good-looking women.)

"why did nobody tell me...?" you ask, looking around as the strawhats look away with a supressed grin.

"because he said he'll kick our asses if any of us said anything. geez, both of you are so stupid. can't you see the way he makes those disgusting heart eyes at you every time you pass by?" the swordsman grumbles.

sanji's arms are still tightly wrapped around your waist after he's done with his improv love poem. "you're so warm, even in my dreams..." he mumbles. it seems like he still hasn't realized this isn't a dream.

the two of you are going to have a looooong talk when he sobers up, you're sure.

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lunarw0rks · 8 months

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gaz definitely likes to eat you out when he’s stressed or needs to blow of steam <33

he’d be so gentle with though..and i swear he has the softest lips everrrrrrrrrrr

a/n: ughghhhhh hmmm sorry, i moaned, my bad. i love his lips, and i think you're extremely right, anon <33 i got carried away...... im ovulating.....

─── Gaz who occasionally enjoys fucking you relentlessly to blow off steam; his cock abusing your core until the stress has diminished after release. bruising your hips, slamming into you in the ways and positions only you can take.

» but what's better than eating you out, using those otherworldly oral skills? it's the definition of a win-win scenario. typically, he won't even say a word. he'll just kiss and nibble his way down your chest until he's peeled your bottoms off. whether you're in the kitchen and he kneels on the tile, or you were laying in bed, and he's slid down between your legs — it doesn't matter.

» usually, it's when Gaz comes home late after a long day. pitch black outside, hours later than he wanted to arrive back; when you shouldn't have been up in the first place! so you're getting used in the best way now, enjoy it!

» whatever you were doing, scrolling on your phone, reading a book, watching TV — it's snuffed. the device or object tossed aside. his silence, paired with his scowl, it's downright concerning how arousing it is for you. part of his foreplay is verbal, so the temper-driven vow of silence makes him a whole new man.

» his mouth attacks your cunt, smooth lips suckling and running along your heat. he looks up, watching you writhe and moan from the sudden aggressive attack. all that roughness, except for when he laps at your clit, which he meticulously stimulates. gentle enough to stimulate the bundle of nerves properly, but also just gentle enough to drive you insane.

» everywhere else on you, is fair game for his mouth's abuse. his tongue drills into your slit until you're pulsing around it — bites and nibbles on your inner thighs purely to edge you longer.

» but he can't edge you very long, can he? that requires patience he just. doesn't. have. today.

» even after you cum, he doesn't stop; doesn't even pause briefly. after the first finish, his eyes flutter shut so he can focus on being even more orderly with his tongue. and now, you're moving too much — disrupting his flow.

» his fingers aren't hovering on your thighs now, they're forcing them open. as wide as they'll go, spreading your slick pussy for his use. the more you squirm against his mouth, the more insistent he is on prolonging your blissful torture.

» eventually, you're too overstimulated to writhe or speak in full sentences. your legs shake, but they're too strained to close around his bobbing head again. it's like you're frozen with your thighs parted, too reliant on his every lap and suckle to question him.

» he looks up again when he slips his middle and ring finger inside your slick cunt, watching you cry out when he curls it against your g-spot. it's all too much for you — but nowhere near enough for him.

» Gaz doesn't ease until you cum so many times you squirt; your wetness flows down his fingers and down his wrist until it's coated his swollen lips and the sheets you're being pressed against.

» his eyes roll slightly when he feels you pulse around his digits violently, watching the euphoric tears flow from your eyes. "such a messy cunt f' me, sweetheart. that's it, fuck my fingers... don't you dare fuckin' stop." you feel like you can't; his long fingers are too addictive. you rock and wiggle your hips down on them, shaky, whiny breaths echoing off the bedroom walls.

» you've earned this now — making yourself cum, whilst his kitten licks on your clit assist you. he's so hardened today, yet gentle with you, and only your well-worshipped body.

// bonus; him making you sit on his face when he's especially beat after a hard day. and he's not asking again, nor was he even asking in the first place. Gaz lowers your cunt onto his tongue, rolling your hips manually with his hands, until you're trembling desperately. until the sounds of his wet laps and your whimpers fill the room. until you're babbling incoherently from countless climaxes, coating his lips and chin in your sticky cum <3

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yandere-wishes · 8 months

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⋆ Anomaly ⋆

❤Summary: Reader is an anomaly. A noblewoman of foreign descent. She doesn't belong here. But oh how she wishes to burn the world down just like William.

❤Author's note: A little something for Ana (@yandere-romanticaa) I hope you enjoy it!!

❤Warnings: Reader is traumatized, Yandere behavior, killing and blood, cryptic. I swear I know how math works…I've just been slaking this summer.

There are equations written over your skin. Complex formulas he's yet to solve. Exponents and variables freckle your body, scattered shards that try to tell him something, whispering the world's secrets every time he kisses your hand. You are an anomaly he thinks. Face full of cracks where the stars seep through. You're a mistake in the universe. A perfect doll misplaced. You are something, William is almost sure of it.

At heart, William is and always will be a mathematician. It just so happens that crime and math follow the same principles. Both require diligence and practice. Carefully throughout plans of how one must approach such a conundrum. One may call it a formula or a modus operandi or anything else as jejune. But in the end, a rose by any other name would still smell as sweet.

And yet to Moriarty, you are an equation that refuses to be solved. An enigma he's desperately sought to unravel since your first meeting.

William notices something odd as you stroll down an exquisite exemplar of the golden ratio. Something the lord of crime can't fully place. You're akin to a puzzle missing far too many pieces to properly depict its picture. Maybe it's the setting he ponders as he watches you take careful steps in heeled shoes. Maybe it's the music from the ballroom or the meaningless prattle of the aristocrats that robs your form of all logic. Something is amiss with you and he's frantic to find out what it is.

William introduces himself when you reach the bottom of the staircase. He's never been one to show primary interest in the ladies. Rather he waits in the faint glow of the moonlight until someone approces him. Maybe it's the need to distinguish himself from the other aristocrats, maybe it's the repulsion for their customs and manners that refrains him from ever commencing idle chatter. Yet with you, a girl he's never met before, he finds it fitting to say hello first. To talk, about nothing and everything in the same breath. He mentions his admiration for the staircase in passing. Never expecting you to latch on to the words and morph them into the divine proportion. "My father was a mathematical enthusiast, he's passed that on to me as well." Your words slip into his veins like a narcotic, like the melody of an ancient tune lost to time.

William smiles, easy and bright like the melting rays of the desert sun. "Quite the coincidence, I'm a mathematics professor at Durham University". There's a giggle that bleeds from your rose-tainted lips. Reverberating in the chambers of his heart. "A toast then" you propose "to the lethal magnificence of calculation"

You click your champagne glass against his, as something feral festers within the young nobleman.

It's only days later when he's replaying that night in his head as he sips his afternoon tea. That he realizes your champagne glass was empty that whole time. How strange he pondered, wondering if he'd even seen you touch a single intoxicant all evening.

Four days and three sleepless nights later William finds himself tracing the letters of your name with tender adoration. As if he's engraving prayers upon his bones. He needs to see you again as desperately as he needs to breathe. The letter he writes is aloof, meticulous. Prying on your curiosity, hoping you'll take the bait. One miserable day later Louis delivers a letter bathed in your fragrance. Informing the lord Moriarty of your acceptance of his invitation for tea. William folds the letter with the leniency of a biologist regulating their slides. Tucking it away within his breast pocket.

You wear red when you oblige his invitation. An odd red, one that breaks his perception of the color. It's too vibrant yet too opaque. He's beginning to wonder if everything about you is an irregularity. When he ushers the conversation to your garment you merely laugh and brush it off as having belonged to your mother. There's something wrong with that reply as if the universe weeps at your every word. William watches astonished as if he's been told a secret lost to time.

It becomes a habit, an obsession, an addiction really. Tea thrice a week with the woman who plagues his dreams. He lets his cover slip between sips of tea. Permitting you glances into his dark affairs. There's a moment that breaks the norm. A bizarre instance when you ask him to spare no detail in recounting how a poor tormented man murdered the marquess that raped his wife. William stops the proclean cup mere millimeters from his lips. His voice dies in his throat as his mind races to find an appropriate way to tell a lady such a bloody tale. For a second reality slips away.

Reality has a tendency to slip away unnoticed when he's with you.

You weave William tales of foreign lands that sound like they belong in children's fairytales. You tell him about heroes who've done the impossible and kings whose hearts are as pure as the summer skies.

Something about you reverberates in his subconscious. Oh, how he wishes to engulf you, to pick apart your flesh revealing all those dainty secrets you keep in your pretty little chest.

He asks how you know of such utopic lands. You smile. "Because I once lived there"

One day, as Louis serves black tea with rose petals, you bring up a rather peculiar request. "Permit me to assist you in your quest for equality lord Moriarty." William's beginning to believe he's going mad when he hears you. Albit it may as well be expected. Any sane noble lady would have run away many times over. Yet you remain. Forever poised in your adorned seat. Now more than ever William wishes he knew what you truly are. "I want to help you", you plead. "Allow me to aid you in burning this world down and starting anew". He shouldn't have accepted, he shouldn't have nobbed. He shouldn't have left his seat to trace the side of your face with more love than he knew he possessed.

Sometimes, William wonders if something is haunting you, an apparition nesting within the depths of your heart. He ponders what could drive a brilliant mind such as yours to crave the blood of the rich. You once told him about a heritage disrespected. A legacy buried under sand and water lilies. He's yet to find the true meaning behind those words. Does that make you a threat or an ally? Can either be exalted to a lover?

Moriarty promises you the world. Promise you revenge. He's not sure if he too will burn away in your vendetta. Yet he's willing to take the risk if he can hold you close after every murder case.

"I've tried to kick the habit of strolling around the cemeteries at night. Yet I must admit I rather enjoy this." William smiles at your twisted words as he leads the way. If everything has goes as planned -which is most often the case- then the two of you should be prepared for quite the spectacle. A certain Count - who had shown more interest in you than Moriarty could permit- would be getting knifed by his butler whose life he had ruined. A whole new meaning to the term 'the butler did it'. Quite comedic from William's perspective.

You lean on a withering oak tree, hidden by London's thick fog. William stands by your side, the personification of a grim reaper. You watch the play begin, the cobblestone stage illuminated by the blood-red moon. The confrontation, the knife being thrust into the rich vermin's heart. Again and Again and Again. The butler screams into the bloodstained night. His words quelled by his sobs and screams of agony from his dying tormentor. You only catch half of his reasoning, half of his allegations. And yet that is more than enough to comprehend his motive. You sympathize with the poor man, one whose scars mirror your own.

William's scarlet gaze befalls you, as the performance nears its end.

You pick at your nails in a manner that William finds a little too adorable.

You are an anomaly masquerading as a human. Depression lays heavy over your bones as stardust gathers in the corners of your eyes.

You pray to the creator of the moon, pray for a place long since destroyed.

"I've yet to find someone who truly understands me," you say as the two of you begin the journey back to the Moriarty estate.

"Then we share the same burden, my lady," William says, stopping in his tracks.

He lays a firm hand on your shoulder pulling you backwards into his embrace. Somewhere in the distance, three crows consecrate you with their blessings. Willian's hands rest heavy on your sides. He holds you like a little boy holds his father's arithmatic books. Full of care, full of wonder. "What are you" he whispers into your ear. Leaving a playfully hard bite to the shell. His lips trace yours like one traces a treasure map. Trying to unearth all the riches of the world. "My anomaly" he mutters before he finally commits.

When Moriarty kisses you the whole world melts away.

There's an intriguing lightheadedness that follows. As if the stars themselves have exploded within you. You wonder if basking in his presence will mend your tattered heart.

"My precious little anomaly"

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fatuiwhore · 2 years

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ᴀꜱꜱ, ᴛʜɪɢʜꜱ ᴏʀ ᴛɪᴛꜱ?

✿ feat.: Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Zhongli, Itto, Scaramouche, Ayato, Albedo, Xiao

content: nsfw, thigh fucking, spanking, sucking on tits, tit fucking, mentions of pregnancy | reblogs & comments are much appreciated!

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SCARAMOUCHE is rather unashamed of how much he enjoys staring at your tits, especially whenever you wear tight clothing or forgo a bra altogether. His gaze is intense enough to make your cheeks flush with heat, and he's not shy to outright grope you either when he's in the mood.

He also shows his appreciation for your chest when he makes you kneel before him with just a simple order, only to thrust his dick, flushed and hard, in between your tits. His precum is sticky on your chest, his smirk is mean, and by the time he's done degrading you for being so eager to do this, you're tearing up.

“Come on, don't be a tease now. Squeeze those tits together some more, will you? There we go—, fuck, that's nice 'n warm. Stick that tongue out too. Fucking slut.”

DILUC prides himself on being a gentleman, but he can't help the way his eyes focus on your tits first before his gaze immediately flicks up to your face, his cheeks coloured red.

It's not his fault either that he grabs your breasts with calloused hands while he pounds into your tight cunt, his groans low and raspy with arousal. You're damn near sobbing when the head of his dick nudges against your cervix, and without even wanting to, Diluc imagines the way you'd look with your tits swollen with milk while you're pregnant with his child.

“You're so damn beautiful, dear. Archons—, ah, I'm close. Gonna fill you up, love, I promise. You're so good for me.”

KAEYA simply loves the way your thighs look, especially when you're wearing those thigh high socks that squeeze some of the fat of them just right. The sight has him staring unashamedly, his mouth watering, and he can't help but paw at your legs, his fingers digging into your soft skin.

Only an hour or so later, he's lying between your spread thighs and sucking hickeys and bruises into your skin, his breath hot against your wet folds as you squirm in need. His smirk is nothing short of teasing, even though his dick presses against the bed, his own impatience just as prominent as yours.

“Oh? Needy already, darling? That's too bad, you'll have to wait for a bit longer. I need to mark you up properly first, you know? So that everyone knows you're mine.”

CHILDE is utterly obsessed with your tits. They're so soft, especially compared to his own lean body, and he's got his hands on them almost at all times. Whether you're cuddling or you're busy cooking, it's certain that he's right next to you, with his calloused fingers kneading your tits or his head resting on your chest.

His eyes are glued to the way your tits bounce up and down and up and down while he thrusts into you, his hips slapping against your plush ones, and he swears he could cum from watching you take his dick so perfectly alone. Whenever he's feeling particularly mean, Childe smirks while pinching and rolling your pebbled nipples between his fingers, and he relishes in the way you cry out.

“Oh, did that hurt, babe? So sorry. I'd never be mean on purpose, you know that, right? Your tits are just so damn cute, can't keep my hands off them.”

ZHONGLI is a simple man; he just can't deny that your ass looks damn good. It doesn't matter what you're wearing; the second you bend over to pick something up, he's staring at you unashamedly, his expression unreadable. He's not shy enough to quickly avert his gaze when you turn back around to him, and because of that boldness, you don't even consider that he's checking you out. (He constantly is, though.)

Your ass looks especially good when it's rippling with the impact of one of his hits whenever he's got you bent over his lap for a spanking. It's not his fault that you behaved like a brat all day — your attitude was basically begging for some discipline. Besides, Zhongli's dick is already hard because of the way you're squirming, and he's sure you're all too willing to sink to your knees and worship your God properly when he's done with your ass.

“Shush. You can take more than that, darling. You have before. Besides, don't try and act like you didn't ask for this. You knew exactly what was going to happen when you were behaving like an insolent brat.”

While ITTO loves absolutely everything about you, he's got a slight preference for your ass, if only because it's so convenient for him to grab in almost every situation. Whenever you're walking next to him, he's got one large hand on your ass, and he holds onto it while you're bouncing up and down on his dick.

His fingers dig into the skin, the slight sting of his claws making you moan and mewl almost as much as his cock does, and he huffs out a laugh and delivers a playful slap to your ass when you suddenly cum with a cry.

“Fuck, babe, you're so damn hot like this. Wanna cum on my dick, baby? Fuck—, gonna cum, gonna fill you up, you're so damn tight.”

AYATO claims that he's a man of taste, which is why he can't deny the appeal of your thighs. Whether they're slim or thick, he wants to be crushed between them either way.

Besides, there's nothing better than your smooth skin glistening with his precum and your own arousal while he fucks your thighs, his flushed cock wedged snugly in between your legs. The way you writhe and squirm makes him chuckle, his eyes sparkling with amusement at your impatience. You're dripping wet for him, sure, but he can always enjoy your tight cunt later — there's no need to rush things.

“Look at you, darling. You're such a mess already — it's quite pathetic, don't you think? Don't you worry, though. If you beg nicely enough, I'll make sure to take care of you once I'm done, love.”

The way ALBEDO outright gropes your tits is purely for scientific reasons — right? It's only because of research that he has to knead your breasts between calloused fingers; he has to figure out anatomy so he can paint it the right way, of course.

It's less scientific, however, when he convinces you to sink down to your knees in front of him, naked, and to close your lips around the flushed head of his dick. By the time he cums, he spills onto your bare tits, sweat and his semen alike making them glisten, and the smirk curling his lips upwards can only be described as smug. It seems he has truly marked you as his property now.

“Oh my, look at you, all messy now. I guess that truly means you're all mine now, hm, love? That's adorable. Besides, your tits look really good like this — that sight is almost attractive enough to get me hard again.”

At first, XIAO doesn't get why exactly he can't help but steal glances at your tits, but it's not his fault either — right? At least you're not blaming him for it, just like you're not judging him when he asks to touch your chest for the first time.

He's shy about it, too, but eventually, he leans forward to suck on your tits on pure instinct while you're riding him, his lips closed around your tender nipple until you're gasping and whining. Soon enough, Xiao finds that the way you clench around his cock whenever his fangs graze the bud just the slightest bit is simply addictive, and he already knows he'll never be able to keep his mouth away from your chest again.

“You taste so good, ah, fuck—, Archons, I'm close, so damn close. Fuck, don't look at me like that. Come on.”

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feelbokkie · 8 months

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Sorry, Right Number | Chapter 5

pairing: idol!Chan x fem reader

genre: smau, crack, angst, fluff,strangers to lovers, pen pals/hidden identity, forbidden love, celebrity romance

pov: 1st/2nd person (depending on how you view it)

warnings: swearing

summary: Being an idol can be lonely and isolating. After one fun and adventurous night at a bar, Chan decides to text the girl he met the night before. Except, she gave him the the wrong number?

word count: 1,648

screenshot count: 12

taglist: closed

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You stand anxiously in line, waiting for your turn to meet Stray Kids. You, Sun Hee, and Hana had just finished watching the sound check with the rest of the fans who had actually paid hundreds of dollars for this moment. You have to remember to thank Topher properly later. Almost every part about today hasn't felt real and being six feet away from your favorite group is the most unrealistic thing.

You rub your hand down Sun Hee's back, reminding her to calm down. Despite how nervous you are, you're surprisingly calm for someone about to meet the people responsible for your reason for being. They're just men who happened to be famous. You keep reminding yourself of that as you wait. You watch as the group before you say their goodbyes after taking a group picture. You and your friends are the last group for the meet and greet, which bodes well for you, it means that this once in a lifetime moment.

The boys break off into three groups. Lee Know, Han, and I.N in the first group. Changbin, Seungmin, and Hyunjin are in the second group while Felix and Chan made up the last group. The three of you separate, heading to the groups where your respective biases were first.

"Hi!" Felix greets with a big grin, he's been smiling the entire time the meet and greets have been going on, you have no idea how he's doing it.

"Hello," You say quietly, suddenly starstruck at the fact that you were talking to your bais and your current wrecker. Chan stares at you with a half smile, mouth slightly agape. He looks how you feel inside.

They're prettier in person, almost like the camera can't pick up every inch of their beauty.

"What's your name?" Felix asks, nudging his leader with his shoulder.

“Y/n,” You smile.

“That’s a pretty name, it suits you.” Felix smiles.

“Yeah, you’re really pretty. I-I mean your name! Your name is really pretty.” Chan stammers.

“Thank you, I got it for my birthday,” You giggle, mentally cringing at your own joke.

Chan lets out a laugh that is definitely way too loud for the joke you just told. Felix’s smile drops as he lets out a deep sigh and puts his head in his hands. The other boys look over to see what could have happened to their leader.

“Sorry about him, he’s a lot stupider in person. A real himbo if you will,” Felix looks at you with a Cheshire cast smile as he tries to explain Chan’s laugh. Chan glares at the younger boy.

“Is that so? I was going to give this to Chan to hold onto, but I guess I should give it to you, Felix?” You dig in your pocket and pull out an envelope, handing it to Felix.

“I’ll hold onto it. He’s lost the keys to so many hotel rooms, that I’ve lost track. Wouldn’t want him to lose something as precious as this.” Chan winks, taking the envelope out of Felix’s hand and sliding it into his back pocket. Your heart skips a beat. You remind yourself that it’s fan service, that he flirts with all of his other fans like he does on Bubble so there’s no need for you to get all delusional.

“It’s just a few letters. Not much. Just one big letter to all of you and small notes for each of you. Just a thank you.” You say quickly.

“You say ‘just’ a lot.” Felix teases.

“I’m jus—The letter isn’t as important as Chan is making it out to be. That’s what I’m trying to get at.” You curse yourself for the heat rising to your face.

"Cute," Chan mutters under his breath, causing you to blush more. A staff member comes up behind Chan and Felix and whispers something in their ears before moving on to the next group.

"Looks like we have to rotate now. But it was nice meeting you, Y/n." Felix smiles.

"It was a pleasure to meet you two, too. Good luck out there tonight, I'll be cheering you on." You smile.

"I'll hold you to that," Chan smirks. You quickly wave them both goodbye and move over to Changbin, Seungmin, and Hyunjin.

***

Despite knowing the entire setlist, actually hearing and experiencing it for yourself feels different. You always joke about injecting their music directly into your veins, but the concert feels like you're doing just that. You and your friends were lucky enough to get barricade spots, putting you directly in the boys' line of sight.

Chan, for whatever reason, has been hovering on your side of the stage for most of the night, only returning to one of the other sides to interact with other fans. But whenever he is on your side, his eyes always seem to find you. He was even in front of you during Charmer, which wasn't even on the set list for any of the other shows on this tour.

"How's everyone doing tonight? Are we having fun?" Han asks into the mic. They had just finished performing S-Class and a few of the members disappeared off the stage.

"I'm having fun!" Seungmin replies from backstage.

"We know you're having fun, Seungmin. You've been hopping around the stage all night." Hyunjin quips.

"I think we all need to calm down a bit, yeah? Save some of that energy for later." Chan adds from the backstage area.

"Are you that old that you're tired already, old man?" Seungmin laughs.

Chan, Seungmin, Changbin, and Lee Know come back from the backstage area carrying stools, four in total. Set the stools in the middle of the stage and join the others on the side.

"No, I just think that it's a beautiful night for some stargazing," Chan adds, throwing his arm around Seungmin's shoulder. The other members share confused looks while I.N looks up, Felix sees and looks up.

"Hyung? We're inside, what are you talking about?" I.N asks.

"The stars, the shining stars!" Chan repeats.

"That's me?" Felix asks confused as to what Chan could be getting at.

"That's not even the right lyric! It's 'The most special star, star, star, star, star, star. The odd onе, that's me.' You call yourselves Stray Kids" Changbin yells.

"We just did S-Class?" Lee Know now questions.

"No, the stars. From Stay." Chan tries to explain, but you understand perfectly what he is trying to get at.

"He's really lost his mind." Seungmin jokes.

"Oh, are you talking about the light sticks?" Hyunjin figures out.

"Yes! Hyunjin, you're officially out of baboracha." Chan jumps in his place out of excitement.

"I'm still lost. It's our symbol for our lightstick a compass?" Han asks, scratching his head.

"You'll see in a second. Stay, can you do me a favor and change your lights to white? And if you don't have a lightstick, your phone cameras will work just as well. Just for this next song." Chan explains as he ushers the boys to the stools.

You pull out your phone and sync your light stick to white, keeping your phone out to take a quick picture of the stars as everyone does the same. Your body freezes as everyone gets quiet and the melody to Hero's Soup starts to play.

You quickly turn around to face the stage to find Chan staring directly at you again. Your heart leaps in your chest. It's abnormal for them to play Hero's Soup during a concert. You're not even entirely sure they've ever performed it outside of radio shows. But something in your chest tightens as you ponder about the events of the night. Tonight has certainly not been a normal Stray Kids concert. You've never been to one, but you've watched enough live streams and recordings to know that. The boys haven't been interacting like they normally do. Chan has been hovering on the side of the stage that you know he shouldn't have been on in moments when he shouldn't have been. His reaction at the meet and greet. The way your eyes have constantly met like he's checking to see if you're having a good time. The way he's been performing harder than he normally does. The fact that he called the flashlight moment stars and the song being sung is your favorite. A song that the group hasn't talked about in years. And how you only told one other person in the world your favorite concert moment and Stray Kids song. The way Chan is looking at you right now as if to tell you that this song--this moment is for you.

But it's ridiculous to think that Topher--your Topher--could have anything to do with this. His only connection with Stray Kids is that he likes the group and happens to share the same name as the leader. Right? But then you think about the strange look you got from all the staff members today during the meet and greet. And how annoyed the staff members at the JYPE building looked when you went to pick up the tickets. And the strange hours Topher would message you back at times. None of the times he would message you were consistent. And how you were even able to get the ticket from Topher, who apparently won them from a contest you knew nothing about despite being deep in the fandom.

But you're just being delusional, right? There's no possible way that you were talking to Bang Chan for months. Right?

"You okay, Y/n?" Sun Hee asks, bumping into you to get your attention.

"Yeah," You quietly reply. You shake the idea out of your mind just as the song ends. You try to put the ridiculous thought out of your head until the concert is over at the very least.

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siilvan · 7 months

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proximate

characters: rodolfo “rudy” parra

summary: an undercover operation goes awry, leaving you and rudy in a tight spot – literally.

prompts: 3. "first one to make a noise loses" & 19. "the choice is yours"

genre: general, fluff, fem!reader (no desc.)

warnings: not proofread (i'll do it later </3), cursing, brief mentions of canon-typical violence, classic stuck-in-a-closet situation 😏, like two spanish words since i'm still a beginner lol

word count: 1.9k

note: RAHHHHHH RUDY MY LOVE‼️‼️🗣️ once again, shoutout to @glitterypirateduck for curating this event!!

also wrote most of this while fighting off sleep so if it's bad, i'm sorry, i have another rudy fic on my WIP list <3

things can't get much worse than this, right?

right?

"a simple mission," he said. "just a quick in-and-out." he said.

you swear, you're going to to kick alejandro with the heels that you're wearing if you come out of this alive.

as you go to round a corner, a few voices make you stop dead in your tracks and tuck yourself back against the wall. it's a small group, no more than four men, and you hold your breath as they stroll right past you without even sparing a glance in your direction.

if there's anything to be thankful for, it's the lack of discipline in the guards. they're all too worried about getting drunk at the party still raging elsewhere than catching the "agent" in attendance.

you let out a soft sigh as you watch them disappear down the corridor, until footsteps quickly approaching from behind make you jump and spin around, preparing to face the would-be attacker.

before you can even turn, though, a pair of gloved hands grab ahold of you, one coming up to cover your mouth as you let out a surprised yelp, and the other pressing you into the wall again. it's an instinct when you fight back, lifting your foot and stomping on theirs, praying that the heel of your shoe is enough to force them to loosen their grip and give you a chance to escape.

the grunt that leaves them – him, you realize – sounds all-too familiar. you hesitate, which gives the man enough time to yank his foot back and lean closer, mumbling something into your ear despite the pain lacing his every word.

"it's me—!" he says through a pained groan. the dots finally connect in your head and you crane your neck to look at him over your shoulder.

the man stares at you through a black balaclava, but his eyes are unmistakable. it's rudy.

"what are you doing here?" you ask, voice slightly muffled against his palm. rudy pulls his hand away and steps back, giving you space to face him properly. you mutter a quick apology upon seeing him stumble a bit, obviously sore from your attack, but he brushes it off with a casual wave of his hand.

"heard about the situation over comms, figured you could use some help." he shrugs as your gaze drops, dragging over the dark suit that sits snugly on his form. "we need to move quickly. the security's scattered right now, but it won't be long until they find the body." he adds, tapping your shoulder gently as he moves past you.

you follow close behind as he starts down the corridor that the group of guards came from earlier. "i'm assuming you mean the guy who's clothes you're wearing – did you not hide him well?"

rudy pauses at another intersection, holding a hand up to signal for you to stop behind him. "didn't have time to. i was more worried about you."

with the way he says the words so casually, you know that it's nothing more than work to him. helping a fellow soldier, assisting you in the field for the sake of the mission, doing his job as the second-in-command. still, you don't miss the way your heart skips a beat at the thought of rudy rushing to your aid for a different, more personal, reason.

after a mumbled "come on," he's continuing down the hallway with you right behind him, the distinct sounds of your heels clacking against the floor with each step and his leather oxfords echoing off the walls.

you nearly slam into his back when rudy suddenly stops in the middle of a hallway, opening your mouth to protest, until you hear aggravated grunts and conversation coming from further down the corridor. before you can react, though, rudy's grabbing your shoulder to guide you as he swings open a nearby door and hastily shoves you inside it.

he slips in with you and lets out a heavy breath as the door softly clicks shut behind him, leaving you in almost total darkness. you press your back to the wall and flinch when the handle of a broom brushes against your spine, making you shuffle forward a bit to get comfortable in the cramped space.

unfortunately, "comfortable" equals standing so close to rudy that you worry about him hearing the rapid beating of your nervous heart.

you're in a small room, some kind of broom closet, with one of your superiors confined and standing just inches away from you. the shadows obscuring your face end up being your saving grace— if he could see the way you're reacting to the close proximity, you'd probably die from sheer embarrassment.

"they were heading our way?" you manage to ask, whispering through the pitch blackness.

you can make out some movement in the shadows akin to a nod. "party guests aren't allowed in this area. it's safer to hide and let them pass by." rudy mutters in reply, shifting. his hand, covered by a dark leather glove, grazes your arm lightly, his touch leaving behind a faint heat that slowly spreads through the rest of your body.

he lifts his arm fully and finds something that you can barely make out: a string, hanging in the air between you two. rudy gives it a single tug and suddenly you're squinting, eyes adjusting to the dim, artificial light that fills the small space from the bulb at the center of the ceiling.

seeing him semi-clearly again is enough to make you stare, eyes greedily drinking up his disguise as he keeps his attention trained on the little bit of space at the bottom of the door. you manage to tear your gaze from him after admiring the way the balaclava clings to his focused expression, clearly outlining strong features that you know will make you melt all over again once the mask is removed.

fleeting shadows obscure the light coming in from the crack, signaling that the group from before is passing by. you remain quiet, practically holding your breath as you watch the last person's silhouette appear and disappear under the door, the group's conversation gradually fading as they continue down the hall without a single alarm raised.

rudy goes to open the door, hand firmly wrapping around the knob, but when he tries to twist it open, you're both a little shocked at it not budging. he twists it again, but to no avail.

"mierda," he whispers harshly, fidgeting with the doorknob. "it's stuck." he adds, shooting a glance in your direction.

you briefly meet his gaze and blink at him, swiftly understanding the implications.

you're alone, very lightly armed, and trapped in a stuffy closet with your second-in-command whilst surrounded by enemies. somehow, things did find a way to get worse.

the two of you fall into a tense silence as you take in the situation: rudy, testing the strength of the door once more, and you, carefully listening for anyone nearby with an ear pressed against the wall. catching a guard's attention isn't ideal, but two or three men shouldn't be too difficult to take out discreetly.

you don't hear anything for what feels like ages. no footsteps, no voices, not even a peep from your ally. with a frustrated huff, you pull back from the wall and settle for staring into the minimal space between you and rudy.

at some point, he pulls off the mask, allowing you to drag your gaze up to his uncovered face. you can see thoughts swimming behind his dark irises, plans being formed off the cuff, preparation for any and every possible outcome. if rudy's anything, it's meticulous and levelheaded, even in a bad situation. he's everything a leader should be, and you commend him for it.

the silence lingers heavy in the air, settling like an uncomfortable weight on your shoulders. you swallow down the lump in your throat awkwardly, wracking your brain for an excuse to break it.

"first one to make a noise loses," you mumble, sending him a cursory glance.

rudy chuckles softly, his shoulders drooping slightly. he meets your gaze and seems to relax, lips twitching into a small smile. "i think you lost when you said that."

you roll your eyes half-heartedly. "that doesn't count." you lean in, mirroring his smile. "you lost by responding, though."

he concedes, lifting his hands in a mock surrender. "you got me, i guess you're the winner." he says, before letting his hands fall to his sides once more.

you're left staring at each other again. the tension dissipates with those few words, however, and you let yourself bask in the warmth of his gaze. it isn't special, you know that rudy looks at all of his allies with the same warmth, but a part of you clings to the hope that his affection is reserved for you. it's silly – juvenile, even – to think of your teammate like this. what you have is just a schoolgirl crush, feelings that he'd never reciprocate—

"you look beautiful," he utters, nearly inaudible despite the lack of other sounds. "i, uh... wanted to tell you that before the mission."

did you hear that correctly?

you keen under his praise, muttering an equally soft "thank you" before mentally kicking yourself for the awkward response and opening your mouth to speak again. "you look handsome. maybe you should've been on this mission instead." you add with a laugh.

"you were handling yourself just fine." rudy says, eyes narrowing when you shake your head.

"there's a reason why you had to step in. besides—"

"—besides, why would i miss out on this view?" he asks. you stop short, jaw practically going slack. again, did you hear that correctly?

you blink at him, dumbfounded. "that's bold."

another mental kick makes you flinch at your own reply.

gloved hands wrap around your own, guiding your hands to sit between yours and rudy's bodies. he squeezes them gently, a comforting gesture that sends a shiver coursing down your spine.

"maybe this isn't the best place to say this," he starts, thumbs rubbing soothing circles into your skin. "and, maybe that's exactly why i finally can say this, but... i've always thought that you're beautiful." he continues, voice dropping from a quiet timbre to a whisper.

"i want to be more than just teammates, if you'll have me." he quickly says, his grip tightening as his eyes search yours for an answer.

"rudy..." you trail off, before he speaks – again.

"the choice is yours. i'll respect your decision, no matter what it is."

if you didn't know better, you'd tell yourself that you're dreaming. it's not an ideal confession, not in the slightest, but there's something about it that's so very him. your chest tightens in the best way as you slide your hands from his, fingertips dancing up his arms until you cup his cheeks and bridge that final gap.

the kiss that follows is chaste and saccharine sweet. strong arms circle around your waist, drawing your body closer to his, grounding you in the moment as you threaten to slip away in the pure bliss of it.

after a few moments, you manage to pull back enough to give a verbal answer. "if we get out of here, then it's a date."

rudy chuckles, warm breath fanning against your lips. "keep your weekend open, cariño."

#fall4rudy #call of duty #cod #cod mw2 #mw2 #call of duty x reader #cod x reader #mw2 x reader #rudy x reader #rodolfo parra x reader #rodolfo rudy parra x reader #cod rudy #rodolfo parra #rodolfo rudy parra #sylph.writes

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eddieisashifter · 19 days

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what it's like dating percabeth

because I need to brag about my loves <3

Percy Jackson

The definition of a skater boy, he's so silly

he loves physical affections just as much as I do.

I swear, we're always holding each other's hand, and if we're sitting together anywhere, you'll find us in each others' laps

he's working on helping me get over my thalassophobia. It's going terribly.

but, we do swim together in the lake, sometimes at midnight when we can't sleep

Dates to the aquarium, skatepark, to-go coffee as we walk around downtown nyc, and rock concerts. He loves to go out and do stuff. Always on the move, flowing from one thing to the next like water.

he also loves to go thrifting with me, especially in my small hometown

I swear this man does not breath. When he kisses, I feel like I'm gonna pass out from light-headedness (not that I'm complaining ehehe)

He loves graphic novels and comics because of his dyslexia, since he still likes to read. I've taken him to the comic shop several times and bought him some (spider-man is his favorite)

He loves jewelry too. He has a few layered necklaces on all the time (including his camp one with a trident on it, one that says 'seaweed brain' from annabeth, and a locket with pictures of me and annie inside from me)

bracelets are his favorite though. he's stolen some of my spiked leather cuffs and annabeth's charm bracelet. But he's also got a few from thrifting and gifts from us

he also keeps hair ties on his wrists so he can give one whenever me or annabeth need one (or estelle when her hair grows out)

He loves cheesy pet names, and he's made a few personal ones for me (and for Annie!) But his favorites for me are: ghostie, darling, babe, azzy, and sweetheart

He's got really bad self-esteem though, we do our best to encourage him whenever we can bc he's so amazing he just doesn't see it :(

Annabeth Chase

I love this girl sm it's not even funny

Dates to the library/bookstore, coffee shops to play board games, small business shops in my small hometown, baking (she helps me bc i'm scared of the oven :,)

I swear to gods this girl can play chess.

Like I thought I knew how to play, but she's literally the daughter of the goddess of strategy I stand no chance

It's okay though, she'll say "checkmate" and kiss me on the nose and it makes it all worth it

We'll annotate each other's favorite books (in Greek bc it's easier for us both) and exchange them <333

hers are neat and actually interesting comments about the book while mine look like a wattpad comment section

When I'm not taking care of myself properly she'll use that commanding tone to make me do shit (like eating or drinking water) and I immediately melt

She doesn't hesitate to tease me about it either, usually using words of praise, which makes my blushing ten times worse

Her and Percy make bets to see who can make me blush first and they're wicked competitive about it. She likes to whisper in my ear in public and watch me try not to make a fool out of myself.

When she wants to lead me somewhere she'll hook her finger on my choker/collar and drag me along

We'll sit in bed reading together. She'll be sitting up straight and I'll have my head in her lap usually.

She isn't big on pda like Percy is, but she gives little kisses and touches when people aren't paying that much attention.

I'm so whipped for them it's not even funny

#okay now I need to go shift #pjo disaster polycule ~ eddie annabeth and percy #percy jackson shifting #percy jackson dr #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson x reader #annabeth chase x reader #percy jackson #annabeth chase #self ship #pjo self ship #pjo dr #pjo shifter

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gemini-sensei · 9 months

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Back on my angst bs

Imagine if Reader was dating Hawk when he was still in Cobra Kai. It was great at first and he always treated her right, but as he became more violent in the dojo, it started to scare her. They argued about it a bit before she finally broke up with him, struggling with his attitude and how it progressed.

She does everything to move on and get over him, but it gets hard after a few weeks when she finds out she's pregnant.

It's hard, but her friends rally around to give her support. They help her through the tough emotions and the early stages of pregnancy. She gets through it.

At school she hides any changes to her body with giant hoodies and sweatshirts. It isn't obvious at first, but as time goes on, her pudgy belly rounds out and she wants to hide it. She doesn't want Hawk or the Cobras to see. She doesn't want anyone but her close friends to know. It's hard enough as is.

But then she's struggling to get something in her locker and everything just falls to the floor. It's frustrating and it upsets her, which quickly turns into her crying over it, thanks to her hormones, as she's trying to pick everything up. She's on her hands and knees just doing her best when Kyler and a few Cobras come around and see her tears.

They start laughing and jeering at her, pointing at her and calling her pathetic. It only makes her cry harder. She's struggling and instead of helping, they're laughing. Not that they or anyone else around knows she's pregnant, as she's done literally everything to hide it.

However, next thing anyone knows, Kyler is getting slammed into a wall of lockers and Hawk is breathing in his face.

"What's so funny, dumbass? Forgot how to spell your own name again?" He throws him down and kicks him in the side, again and again, until he stops trying to get up. "Oh man, look at you on the floor. If only someone would help! You! Up!"

Each word in punctuated by another kick. Then Hawk spits on him and grabs him by the shirt, picking in up off the ground like a piece of trash. He throws him at his friends.

"Get him outta my face!" He grunts. "Fuck off!"

Everyone nearby takes the warning. Everyone but Reader, who is a little stuck.

She's sitting on the floor, unable to lift herself from the floor, never mind everything she dropped. She can only watch, tearstained cheeks hot to the touch.

Hawk turns to her and his whole face softens. "Did they hurt you?"

She shakes her head, a little embarrassed. "I can't get up."

He offers his hand and she puts both of hers out. He grabs them and pulls her up, but she loses her balance and stumbles. He catches her and she falls into him, her belly pressed up against his stomach. She looks away from him as she gets on her feet properly, but all he can do is stare.

"Reader..."

She doesn't say anything as he grabs the bottom of her hoodie. She doesn't try to stop him as he lifts it up and looks at her belly as it sits under a stretched out tee shirt. She closes her eyes as he puts his hands on her round midsection.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he whispers.

She starts crying again. "You beating the snot our of Kyler is a pretty good example as to why, for starters."

"He deserved it for treating you like that," he says defensively. He pulls her close and shushes her tears gently. Her cries echo down the empty hall anyway. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry. If I had known-"

"I found out after we broke up," she chokes out. She hides her face in his hoodie, his familiar scent comforting. "I would have told you, but I didn't know how. Not with cobra kai still hanging around."

"I'll leave cobra kai. I swear."

"No, you won't. You love it."

"Not as much as I love you. Not as much as I miss you." He's ready to start crying as he holds her, just hoping she hears the sincerity in his voice. "You and this baby are more important to me than some dojo."

She's quiet for a moment, then looks up at him. "Babies."

"What?" he asks, dumbstruck.

"Babies," she repeats, then smiles through her tears. "It's twins."

He takes her face into his hands and looks her in the eyes. "I'm never going back to cobra kai, okay? Never. My place is right beside you, you and our babies."

She smiles and cries some more, but he wipes her tears away with his thumbs before kissing her. All this time he's wanted her back, wanted her by his side. He's missed her something terrible, but never knew what to do to win her back. But now that he has he back, he's not going to screw it up. He can't afford to.

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sw1mmingfoolz · 2 years

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✨ seventeen's reaction when : you fall asleep on their shoulder ✨

requested? Y/N - 'svt/vocal unit (writing for 13 ppl is A LOT so whichever one you feel more comfortable with!) reaction to you sleeping on their shoulder <3 p.s. i'm just abt to catch up on the golden years smau ^^ you're doing such a good job, i'm so invested in the story hehe' -@h6ngs

content warnings: like one swear i think? probably more crack than it should be lol

a/n: you can tell how long this took me cuz hyyh was ongoing 🤪 thank you sm for your kind words! and for the request, it was a lot of fun to write. it might be more horrible humour than fluff, but regardless i hope you're happy with it :) have the loveliest day! as always feedback is very appreciated hehe, everyone's tags recently are super sweet and ily all very much. remember to drink some water and have a wee stretch 💞💞

seungcheol

almost screams when he feels your head slump against his shoulder because he finds you so ridiculously cute. ends up letting out a lil squeak and waking you up again but shushes you and has you lie back down so he can relish in how adorable the situation all is. takes a bunch of photos where he's pouting and all 🥺 eyed over you :')

jeonghan

teases the absolute shit out of you when you wake up so you'd never guess he spent the whole time cooing over you and looking around for something warm to cover you in. man's out here presses tiny kisses to your head and can't stop grinning and might even take the opportunity to whisper you praise he's a little too proud to say otherwise but when you wake up is all like haha am i that comfy 🤪

joshua

first thought is "adorable", second thought is "that looks horrible for your neck!" so he very slowly and carefully adjusts to lie back if possible so you can lie on his chest instead, wrapping you in his arms ("to keep you warm", he claims, which is partly true) and hoping you can't hear that his heart is about beating out of his chest 🥺 totally intertwines your fingers together and inadvertently causes you to nap way longer than you'd ever expected because he's so warm and comfortable!!

soonyoung

wakes you up getting excited and almost crying over cute you are. since he stirred you anyway he opts for picking you up to take you somewhere you can lie down properly if it's possible, wrapping you tightly in his arms and a warm blanket and telling you to rest well. relishes in cuddly time with you til he falls asleep too lol

jun

wants to chide you for not getting enough rest before anything, but honestly just enjoys the feeling of vulnerability? like you sleeping on him, in his opinion, is such a big display of trust it warms his heart. moves an arm around your waist so you can be comfier and sneaks tiny kisses on your face when he's sure you're deep enough asleep it won't wake you :')

wonwoo

rigid as a board, forgets to even breathe, just sits a flusteted blushing mess and occasionally steals glances at your peaceful face. you probably fell asleep watching him gaming or something but the moment he felt your head on him he just ceased all movement. god forbid another member comes in cuz they're gonna be met with frantic whispered panic lmaooo

jihoon

also a blushing mess, and when you wake up he tries to tease you but he's too flustered to do so all too successfully. he also takes the opportunity to tell you cheesy stuff he'd cringe too hard at saying while you were awake. you probably fell asleep on him while watching him write/produce because he goes for so long, and it initially makes him feel a bit guilty, but from there he realises he likes you sleeping on him and tries to bring you to the studio late more often (he isn't discreet, you start bringing a big blanket lol)

seokmin

also wakes you up getting too excited, but when you grumble and wrap your arms around him to snuggle up further he just coos at you and gives you apology kisses all over your face and head. cradles your face in his warm hands because he figures it provides you better support. you feel like a very pampered cat, especially with the way he pets your hair with his other hand :')

mingyu

either screams or almost screams. so ridiculously smiley about it. the members make memes about it and clown him about it for months (cough or years in jihoon's case cough) cuz they'd never heard him make such a sound before. can't resist wrapping both his arms around you, and if he's able he'll try to maneuver around the back of you to have you lie back on his chest. he figures it's comfier because he's broad (he's right).

minghao

another teasy member but he's probably teasing you while you're literally asleep just to distract himself from how flustered he is. takes a bunch of horrible photos of you from unflattering angles to send you later but accidentally falls asleep on your shoulder a week later and sees you get your revenge. spends the whole time wondering if he could reach your lips for a lil kiss but is too scared of waking you up to try 😭

seungkwan

first time he probably deadass draws random shit on your face with a pen as if he's a child and takes ridiculous photos. fears for his life every single day from then and legitimately starts struggling to fall asleep knowing eventually you'll get him back lmaooo 😭 otherwise likes to stroke his fingers through your hair and let you rest, maybe even taking the opportunity to whisper cheesy stuff he's too self conscious to tell you when you're awake 🥺 occasionally you hear them, but you keep them to yourself, for his pride and all :)

vernon

falls asleep on you too, pretty much immediately. the members have multiple photos of you sleeping on his shoulder and him sleeping with his cheek nuzzled into your hair. at some point your hands found each others' and it's cute but it also reminds you of those couple's remains from like pompeii or something where they're clinging onto each other 😭 he probably drooled in your hair accidentally too but you were both surprisingly comfortable for positions that looked so awful on the neck 💞 next time you try to aim for his chest instead though.

chan

so torn between being shy and making fun of you that he ends up doing nothing but flailing a bit, red faced and unequivocally in love with you. he appreciates how homely it feels, how comfortable and natural (even if you do make his heart flutter and probably always will lol) and how much you trust him in sleeping on him like that. eventually settles for trying to lie you against him in a comfier position so you don't get neck cramp and ends up caged in a koala hold. he's not complaining.

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purerehua · 6 months

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im so sorry i could find any kind of a request rules thing anywhere so feel free tk just ignore this if need be but could you write for gunwook where him and reader nearly break up but it has a happy ending💘💘

inlove with a ghost

pairing ⇆ zb1 park gunwook x reader

genre ⇆ angst ; hurt with comfort ; non-idol au ; near breakup

wc ⇆ 1.3k

cw ⇆ i'm not that good at angst read at own risk, cursing, wook is not rlly a good bf oops, but he could be!!

two hours.

two hours have passed since gunwook promised he was on his way, and fifteen more minutes since you've sent three follow up messages asking where he is. you are currently debating washing your face and changing back into sweatpants as it seems like your boyfriend had no intention of showing up.

the initial plan was for gunwook to pick you up at your place around four, you two would walk around, and decide on a place to eat afterward. and this will be the first time you'd see him in person after two long weeks of his busy schedule taking up most of his time.

that is if he even shows up.

you're giving him another five minutes. another five minutes and you swear if he isnt here by then you're changing into sweats and taking a nap.

a minute goes by, another,, another,,, another,,,,

four minutes should've been enough.

in a huff you dejectedly slip off your nice shoes that you happened to clean just for today, the purse that you literally never wear on a normal occasion, and the hairclips you dug through your accessory drawer to find. you throw all three somewhere around the room hapzardly, not wanting to see the evidence of your efforts to look presentable for the date anymore.

ten minutes have passed since then, and true to the internal promise you made to yourself, there you lay. face first on your bed, softly sobbing into the pillow.

a click alerts you and causes you to sit up, and you find gunwook at the entrance to your room holding your shoes, hairclips, and purse.

"y/n?"

silence.

you turn away from him, then a beat passes and you feel the bed dip under his weight and the sheets rustle quietly.

"y/n." he tries again, softer this time. and you can basically hear the apology in the way he says your name.

"don't say sorry gunwook, i know you are." you mumble quietly.

gunwook apparently has nothing to say to that as he doesn't respond, and if you weren't so hurt right now you'd get up to get a look at his face. wanting to see what emotions would plague it. would his eyebrows pinch together? would the corners of his lips tremble downwards ever so slightly?

you sigh as you speak the next words. "i think we should call it."

"...what do you mean? call what?"

"this. our relationship."

you finally situate yourself to face him properly, and you were so spot on with his facial expression you scared yourself with how well you knew him.

"what? y/n i—"

a breath. he takes a breath, to calm himself you'd guess.

"y/n. don't say things like that, okay? i'm so so sorry. i'll make it up to you i swear."

"thirteen."

"what?"

"thirteen times, you've done this."

gunwook finally understands and mutters under his breath, cursing at himself and squeezing his eyes shut before groaning.

"shit, y/n. i didn't know."

"thirteen times i've asked to see you and you were either late or bailed on me. gunwook i'm your partner. i shouldn't need to have to make appointments just to see you!"

"y/n, i'm busy... you know that. it's not that you're not important but i try!"

"i know you're busy! and i know you try. but you can't expect me to be okay with all of this nothing you're giving me."

he's taken aback and it shows. nothing? that can't be true. he might not be the best at prioritizing you but he certainly doesn't give you nothing. right?

you shift due to the bed not being occupied by gunwook anymore, and you watch him stand with his hands on his hips like a father about to scold you. you would laugh if you weren't on the verge of bursting into sobs.

"that's not true. no, i can't— why would you say that? i text you every morning, and i try to keep you updated with what i'm doing and you know. i'm trying here okay? please just..."

you stand, directly placing yourself infront of gunwook and taking his hands.

"gunwook, i love you. you know that but, i can't be in a relationship that stands still."

"y/n stop, don't speak like that."

tears sit at the edge of his eyes, threatening to spill and yours start doing the same.

"i know you have alot of things on your plate, okay? i know how badly you want to keep me and all of those things at the same time, but i know you can't manage it."

you squeeze his hands, and gunwook's bleary and tear-soaked eyes find yours again before you continue to speak.

"this is already affecting the both of us, and i know you don't want to choose so i will do it for you. we need to break up."

"no no no y/n, stop."

his eyes flutter shut again and it's your turn to be taken aback when gunwook starts lowering himself to the ground. you grab his arms, anticipating that he would fall but you're mistaken as his knees hit the wooden floor with a thud and his hands release yours in favor of gripping at the sides of your sweats.

"i can't. 'm sorry but i can not let you go. i'll do better i swear just— let me try again. don't do this to us."

his words come out shakey and stuttered, he loses his breath multiple times inbetween words and the mere idea of him hurting like this makes you hold back gasps of your own as hot tears spill down the curve of your cheeks.

"gunwook..."

you can't, it hurts too much to be with someone who's basically never there. to be inlove with a ghost.

"please." and a tear gathers itself at the corner of his lip.

he's begging, he's placed himself below you physically and emotionally. you can feel his desperation from the grip he has on your sweats. you can't bear to watch it and at the same time you can't look away, unable to shake the conflicting thoughts of what ifs from your head.

"i promise y/n, i promise."

"don't give me empty promises gunwook, you know i hate that."

"they're not empty. i promise, with my whole being i'll be better. just don't leave me."

you continue to stare at him, absentmindedly chewing on your lip anxiously. you were already tired, this was making you even more tired, you just wanted to end things and move on and be done with it and be free from all the feelings you were feeling and—

"y/n."

your thoughts are cut short by a call of your name, and as your eyes come back into focus you realize gunwook has let go of your sweats in order to grab your hand.

he brings your pointer to his lips slowly, and his places a delicate kiss on it, and you melt on the spot. his kisses are so small. if you closed your eyes you could pass it off as breeze passing by, as though he wasn't actually there and it was your mind playing tricks on you. but he was there, with your own two eyes you could see the equal parts of affection and regret he placed on your fingertips. it hurt so bad but you needed it, you needed this. for him to be there, infront of you, loving you.

you could give him another chance as long as he loved you like this again.

"okay."

"okay?" gunwook squeezes your hand, which lingers just by his chin he lowers it from his lips.

"i'll stay. but we have to talk about this, properly. okay?"

he stands up, startled but hopeful.

"yes, of course. i'm sorry y/n."

"i know."

his lips quirk sadly at that, but atleast he knows this isn't the end for you.

atleast he knows that he's still yours, and he'll strive hard to keep it that way.

a/n ⇆ this is long overdue i'm afraid :( just been having no motivation also school likes to keep me busy so. anyway here!! i don't know if i'll be posting consistently again but i'll do my best... just like gunwook!!

#zb1 #zerobaseone #zb1 x reader #zb1 imagines #zb1 fanfiction #zb1 gunwook #zb1 park gunwook #park gunwook #park gunwook x reader #gunwook #gunwook x reader #zerobaseone gunwook #angst with a happy ending #light angst #hurt/comfort #breakup #ayla's requests

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izuhan · 2 years

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catching him watching you sleep ︱stray kids

pairing: boyfriend!skz x gn!reader ︱ genre: fluff ︱word count: 0.7k︱ warning: may contain grammar errors, not proofread, someone got smacked on the face and someone fell off the bed

a/n: hello again!! i was overwhelmed with how many people liked my first post so here's another one. hope you like this one too!! (tho this is such a random idea?) if you also recognized this on ig, its me lol

Chan

The moment your eyes slowly opened, he was staring at you fondly while his lips curved into a small sweet smile.

he would be surprised but would ask how was your sleep

tucks you again because he knows you're still tired and he probably woke you up from the noise he made earlier

"You should've woken me up." you said, voice muffled and a bit raspy, Chan just smiled hugging you close to his body and chuckling

"I can't do that, it's like disturbing an angel sleeping"

Lee Know

would be frozen still while he's crouching from the floor, his head leaning on both hands, forming the flower pose

"Oh? You saw nothing, go back to sleep."

it would be dark and cold, but his face was hot and still getting hotter and redder once he heard you giggle behind him

would be very embarrassed that he's caught

you would enjoy teasing him about it and would teasingly ask how often he does that

"No, I don't do it often… I don't know."

Changbin

I think he would just chuckle, or straight up laugh because he's caught, the watching time is over

he would be actually a nervous wreck that you would think it's weird, especially when you asked him why he's doing that

" I'm not upset," you would chuckle, pulling his shirt lazily, "Just surprised that you would actually do that."

and when he's finally beside you, you'd give him a peck on his cheeks and he'd return it, hugging you close

"Of course I would, you're beautiful."

Hyunjin

"Hyuj-!!"

unintentionally covers your face with his large hand to prevent the embarrassment with another embarrassment move

"No, I Uhh… don't be mad at me."

then he would release his hands and you can finally breathe properly and laugh properly

he would be really fast on moving from the floor to his hand on your face

you would tell him it was fine, but he was already too embarrassed, I think he would bury his face on your pillow or on your neck.

"I arrived early, I swear, I lost track of time because you look soft, like an angel."

Han

very much surprised, falls off the bed

"I'm fine!" he'd shout from the floor, face completely red

he would the same as Hyunjin, both lost track of time staring at your sleeping face and getting fascinated by your features

he would not listen when you tell him to get up from the floor that you'd look at him, head popping out from the bed and teasing him about it and he'd just pout all day

"Shut up, it's a way of showing affection too!"

Felix

would give you the sweetest smile when you were about to open your eyes and still, you catch up on that smile.

"Too sweet Lix, what time is it?"

I think it would be somewhat normal to the both of you, occasionally watching each other sleep.

"10pm. Sleep more sunshine, I'll sleep too."

"Then you should've slept earlier if you're tired instead of watching me sleep, geez Lixie stop being perfect will yah?"

"I can't help it, you're too lovely."

Seungmin

"Nothing, sleep."

he would say that with the book he's reading now on his lap, would cover you with the blanket you two are sharing and keep it tight to calm himself down

"Kim Seungmin, I already saw you, it wasn't nothing and it's getting hot here!"

then that's when the blanket was off you and he's back to reading, but it was still obvious he's embarrassed

"What happened with the book is it boring?"

"Kind of, you moved so I looked at you but… I couldn't stop staring."

I.N

would almost fall off the bed but managed to pull himself together and sit up straight but would be covering his face with his hands

when he would hear you giggle cutely to that, he knows it safe and you're not mad

would be too shy that he'd change the subject to how was your sleep but eventually he would talk about it shyly

tucks you to bed too, moving close to you while he would slowly drift off to sleep beside you.

"It's the time you're that peaceful… it's mesmerizing, yeah you are."

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abiiors · 4 months

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Omg omg what about Ross’ reaction finding out that you are pregnant? That man is going to be the death of me 😭😭😭

omg omg omg okay 😭😭

i've already mentioned that you find out you're pregnant with april a week before your wedding. everything is already so stressful and chaotic. every single last minute change and finalisation is happening all at once and you haven't even had the time to breathe until you put your foot down and take the evening off just to relax a bit.

it's anything but relaxing though.

you see the notification pop up while you're scrolling through reels--your period tracking app reminding you to log your period in. it's innocent enough, you know you've forgotten to log it in in the past and received similar notifications but this one makes you sit up.

ross, next to you, also sits up in confusion.

"you alright?"

"yeah, uh... ross. fuck!" you swear so softly that he barely even hears it at first but the way your face goes pale alerts him. "fuck, two weeks!"

"what's two weeks? everything alright? you're scaring me babe!"

you wag the phone screen in front of him as if that's instantly going to clue him in but the confusion on his face remains the same.

"my period! it's two weeks late, it's... shit."

"o...kay?" he takes a deep breath and turns you towards him. "let's not jump to conclusions okay? do you think it could be the wedding stress?"

you wrack your brain to see if this explanation fits. to remember if you did indeed have your period and forgot about it in the middle of all the chaos. but absolutely nothing comes to mind. until... until another memory resurges.

both of you returning home drunk from your respective bachelor parties, coincidentally at the same time. sloppily fucking each other in the living room. and you can't remember if you used any protection.

"ross..." you squeeze your eyes shut as more of the memory plays in front of you. "remember the night of my hen do?"

he doesn't need to answer it because he pales visibly and curses softly under his breath.

"okay. okay here's what we will do, alright? just... i don't know, just lie down and i'll run to the shop and pick up a few tests if you want. how does that sound?"

he says all of it so quickly that you barely have the time to understand but you nod frantically and watch him run out the room.

---

twenty minutes later, he's back home--slightly out of breath and wide eyed but there's unmistakable excitement on his face. and something that suspiciously looks like... hope.

"ross..."

"i know, i know," he says, "we don't know yet but... fuck, okay! just take the test, okay? let's do that first."

and so you do. you do your business and keep the three tests on the counter, trying not to look at them when you wash your hands and as you're setting the timer. when you open the bathroom door, ross is pacing outside.

"alright?"

you nod and then bury your face in his chest. "what if it's positive, do you want it to be positive?"

ross lifts your chin to make you look at him properly and then smiles softly. "do you want it to be positive? i would be honoured to have a baby with you, sweetheart. you already are my family. expanding it with you would be the greatest thing ever."

if you weren't already on the verge of tears, that would have done the job.

"hey..." he wipes them away softly. "i want this baby, love, but that doesn't mean you don't get a say in it. if you're not ready right now, we have the rest of our lives ahead of us, yeah?"

"i know... just," you sniffle, blinking the tears away, "i want--i want a baby with you so so badly. i'm just worried--"

"about the timing?"

"yeah... about that."

"we'll make it work, love. if... if this is really happening," his voice sounds thick with emotion and his eyes shine brightly, "if we are really having a baby, i'll do everything possible to make it easier on you."

you nod, letting yourself feel just a smidge of excitement at the prospect of it.

"and if it's negative?"

"then we can start trying whenever you want." he grins and steals a quick kiss. "we can start trying right now. or on our honeymoon, or at the wedding. i reckon you'd look absolutely delicious in your dress, mrs macdonald."

"can't call me that just yet," you giggle and wipe away the rest of the tears.

"too late," he smiles, "i've called you that in my head for at least two years now."

you're about to respond when the timer goes off and you look at him, part petrified, part nervous, and entirely hopeful.

"let's look together?" he holds his hand out for you to grab and you take it gratefully.

ten seconds later when you look at the definitive plus signs on all three tests, you know your life is about to change for the best.

#✉️#♡: ross blurbs #dad!ross #the 1975 #ross macdonald #ross macdonald x reader #ross macdonald x you #ross macdonald fluff

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itoshi-s · 1 year

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I srsly wasnt gonna make u go down a 🐇 hole but im too impatient so this is the 2nd... I give u five words: oral fixation and cum play,, guess who has it?? (Everyone tbh) but think abt it him telling u to keep his first load in ur mouth while pounding u to get his 2nd telling u not to spill it or swallow until his release and even then he would take it in his mouth only to spit it back in urs (ps should i be an emoji anon bc i know which one to use)

OOOOOOHHHH NOOOOOO :( NONNIE U ARE BACK !!! i swear u are the sole reason behind my existence rn asdfkjs i blame YOU for the fever i was running last nite !!! cause this is just... kajfhk this is SO GOOD

also worry not ,, there's a proper fic coming based on rabbit hole 2 TONIGHT </3 2.5 is in the works still but u know damn well i had to do these ideas justice. these are perfect i luv ur brain so much bbie !! also answering ur prev ask there's a small list of fav/hard no's when it come's to kinks !

i… have a certain ravenette in mind 4 this……………. but i am curious which one of the bllk guys u thought of mostly cuz!! you are so right i can see each of them being into that </3 can't blame them cause it really is the hottest idea EVER i am in looooove with cumplay :( sigh

cw: nsfw, cum play. 17- dni!

imagine rin holding a hand over your mouth so that nothing spills :( it gets even harder that way cause now you're also struggling to breathe properly with the way his large palm almost covers up your nose, too :( but the look in his eyes is enough of a motivation, you've let him down on this before and each and every time, you were rendered unable to walk properly for the next few days. you're on the verge of crying by the time he's groaning under his breath, pulling out and grabbing you by the ankles to bring you face-level with his cock.

"open," it's breathy and quick, desperate as he jerks himself, grip tight to mimic the feeling of your cunt. he would've thought it's impossible to feel any better than this, but as you obediently open your mouth, showcasing the pool of cum mixing with your saliva, he comes so hard his knees buckle underneath his weight.

and god he cums lots :( milky and runny and there's so, so much, cause he treats his body so well. your mouth overflows, a soft mewl slipping past your mouth along with a streak of cum as you watch him lose it. teal eyes hooded, mouth agape as he pants and grunts under his breath, rides his high out for all it's worth.

you'd think he was done - but the way his thumb reaches down to wipe away the cum that seeped out the corner of your mouth grants you the contrary. there's a glint of unease in your eyes, simply because you're just so worn out since you've been at it for what seems like hours - and he laughs a bit at the sight.

"fuck. who's my good girl?" it's sweet, a praise that you'll never get bored of and rin's aware. you whimper softly, the obvious answer almost rolling off your tongue - but the very next second your eyes are widening just slightly as he does the unexpected and goes for a kiss. filthy, eager and messy with the way his tongue dips past your lips and laps at your own, tasting himself all along.

you grab at his biceps, nails digging into the sturdy muscle, and you can sense yourself soak the sheets with need all over again.

rin groans into your mouth, hips dragging against the mattress despite his cock already bright pink with overstimulation, and grabs the back of your head. pulling you up to more of a sitting position, he deepens the kiss even more and renders you breathless. it gets your head dizzy and heavy with pleasure all over again, jaw slack as you let him take, take, take.

until he's had his fill.

he breaks the proximity between you two, a string of saliva mixed with his seed connecting your lips until he sits back on his heels again. it breaks off, makes him wipe at his chin with the back of his hand - the other already grabbing at your jaw to keep your mouth agape.

this has played out countless times before already, but doesn't fail to make you lightheaded anyway. he spits on your awaiting tongue, adding in to the mess of drool and two hefty loads of cum that have grown bitter on your tongue from the wait.

"good. swallow."

you only ever realize the breath you've been holding when your throat finally bobs, as you swallow the filth and almost choke with the way your lungs feel so tight from asphyxia. your mouth feels strangely empty as you stick your tongue out again, to show no sign of his cum anywhere.

only then does rin's shoulders roll back slightly, taut muscles finally relaxing with a shaky exhale. he's spent and you can tell - from the way his thighs have a slight tremble to them as he lowers himself down to lay next to you, strong arms pulling you on top of his chest.

"god i fucking love you." he breathes. "you know that?" there's an almost amused lilt to his voice as you nose at his throat - settling for a soft hum as your only answer.

of course you know - he makes sure you do, by all the filth he puts you through <3

#nonnie i'd say u could be the rabbit emoji!! cmon it makes sm sense hehe !#with u always throwing me down soooo many wonderful rabbit holes !#i'd say it'd be quite cute actually hehe >_<#thank yewww 4 blessing me with ur thoughts again I AM KISSIN U ON THE MOUTH #also ofc i made it abt rin cause who else #BUT imagine this.. this w/ reo.. OHHH GOD in a poly ship with nagi #YUM ???#anyways. i am about to fucking implode #rin itoshi smut #rin smut #itoshi rin smut #✩ rin.thirsts #blue lock smut #bllk smut #rin itoshi x reader #itoshi rin x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader

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feelbokkie · 10 months

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Don’t Let Me Love You | Chapter 10

pairing: Felix x fem reader; Chan x fem reader

genre: smau, fake dating, crack, angst, fluff, non!idol au

pov: 1st/2nd person (depending on how you view it)

warnings: swearing, Bai, mention of food

summary: With the upcoming wedding of her cousin and her ex, Y/n is in desperate need of a date for the wedding that will show the happy couple that she moved on.

word count: 2,342

screenshot count: 3

a/n: halfway done, babes

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bonus content: memes part 1

“Y/n, can you come help me put the dresses on? I want to do a grand reveal for your mom.” Bai says the second you walk into the bridal shop. You finish your cafe mocha, courtesy of Felix, and toss it in the trash before heading towards the back of the shop.

You walk slowly through the shop, your hand grazing the beautiful white gowns. You always pictured that your first time in a bridal shop would be for your own wedding. Hell, you thought that you'd be buying a dress for your and Chan's wedding.

When you get to the back of the shop, Bai is waiting impatiently in her underwear. She's never had a problem showing off her body. You, on the other hand, felt self-conscious about wearing anything that showed off your stomach because of the scar that ran across it. The fact that she was just walking around in her bra and underwear without care annoyed you.

"I came in here earlier to pick out dresses to try on," Bai says, not even looking at you.

"Whatever gets me out of here faster," You mumble under your breath. You put your bag down in the corner of the room and go to help Bai into one of the dresses. One of the workers in the shop comes up to help and Bai shoos them away like they're a pest.

You watch as Bai steps into the dress and pulls it up. It's a beautiful white ball gown sprinkled with faux diamond embellishment. The back of the dress is a corset; untied and awaiting you to lace.

"So, how are you enjoying my sloppy seconds?" Bai asks as you tie the corset. You purposely pull too hard, earning a squeak from Bai. One of the dressing room attendants rushes to your aid and undoes your handiwork.

"Felix and I are fine, thanks for asking." You walk off to the corner of the room and watch as Bai gets laced up properly.

"Bet you were shocked when you found out, huh? I can give you some pointers. I know how to keep him satisfied." A smirk creeps on her face. You want to slap it off of her.

"How satisfied could you have possibly kept him if he chose me over you in the end?" You remark. You're taken aback by your own comment, you thought that you had said it in your head. The smirk leaves Bai's face and turns down into a frown. Her face is slowly turning red.

"Don't worry, babe. He'll get bored eventually. Chris did." She says sweetly. You ball your hands in anger instantly and rub your thumbs into the crooks of your pointer fingers.

"Okay, you're all set. Why don't we go show off this dress to your other guest?" The dress shop worker calls from behind Bai.

The three of you walk out to the showroom where your mom was waiting on her phone. Her head pops up when she hears you walk in. She drops her phone in her lap and brings her hand to her face. You roll your eyes at her reaction as you sit down next to her.

"So, Auntie, what do you think?" Bai asks your mother, who now has tears in her eyes.

"I know this is only the first dress, but I think it's perfect. Y/n?" Your mom turns to you for your opinion.

"It's a beautiful dress. The color is wrong I think. Maybe like a black or something. A scarlet 'A' at the very least." Your mother lightly smacks your leg to tell you to behave. You're not sure where this newfound confidence with Bai is coming from, but you don't exactly hate it. Especially watching her squirm when she can't respond how she normally would.

"Y/n, I know you're feeling left out. I picked out your dress earlier, why don't you go back and try it on so we can get the full effect?" Bai closes her eyes and gives you a fake grin.

You follow one of the dress shop workers back to the dressing room area, where she leads you to a smaller room. In the room, the most hideous dress you have ever seen is sitting on a dress form. You let out a distressed laugh and quickly pull out your phone for a picture and send it to the group chat.

Begrudgingly, you walk back into the showroom, where Bai is in yet another ball gown dress. She and your mother are speaking so intently, you feel like you're interrupting something. Your mother's eyes meet yours and nearly pop out of her head.

"Oh my gosh… Y/n, honey, you look… that dress--" Your mother stammers to find the right words.

The dress is way shorter than you would have liked, on top of all the extra unnecessary embellishments like the bow and random ruffle skirt.

"The dress looks so perfect for you! I made sure it was a different style from the rest of the bridesmaids' dresses so that people would know that you're the maid of honor." Bai beams, clearly enjoying your discomfort.

"Thanks," You grumble.

"Oh, Y/n, I was just talking to your mom about this but I had the most wonderful idea the other day. Apparently, some brides gift their grooms something during the rehearsal dinner. I was wondering if you could sing a song for Chris since you have a beautiful singing voice as my gift to him." Bai says, fully turning to face you now.

You want to say no. To scream and throw a fit about everything. But the look on your mom's face stops you from doing just that. Instead, you plaster a fake smile.

"Sure, do you have a song in mind?"

"'Can't Take My Eyes off You.'"

***

You and Felix sit quietly on your picnic blanket, watching the paddle boats float down the Han River, your view being blocked temporarily by people walking or riding their bicycles. Your food lies between the two of you, mostly finished. The sun is slowly setting as soft pinks and harsh orange streak the sky. An almost picturesque view.

“She’s stealing my life.” You groan into your lap.

The two of you were just hanging out since you got out of the dress shop. You didn't intend for today to be another venting session, but your latest interaction with Bai fucked up your mood for the rest of the day. You just wanted to hang out with Felix like a normal fake couple for once.

"What did she do today?" Felix turns to you and places a hand on your back.

"Remember that wedding binder my mom mentioned at dinner two weeks ago? Well, she's taking all of the ideas from my pages. I realized it when all of her dress choices were ball gowns instead of mermaid cuts. And she's marrying the love of my life, so there's that. And for punishment for whatever the fuck I did, I have to wear the ugliest dress I've ever seen and serenade Chan for her with our song." You were choking back tears, the last thing you wanted was to give Bai the satisfaction of crying. She may not be able to see you, but she would know somehow.

"Your song? As in, your couple song?"

"Yeah. I can't even watch 10 Things I Hate About You without thinking about how that's why we chose that song and I'm going to have to sing it to him in front of everyone. And she told my mom about the idea first and she loved it so I can't even say no." You could no longer hold back your tears, they were silently falling down your face.

"Sing it to me," Felix says simply.

"What?"

"I'm your 'boyfriend' and I'll be there, so sing the song to me. Just look at me in the crowd. I would suggest that you don't sing the song at all, but since you have to, singing it to me might lessen some of the pain." You lift up your head and turn to Felix, your tearful eyes meeting his soft ones.

"Lix, I don't know. I don't think I can sing it at all--"

"Can I ask you something?" Felix brings his hands to your face and wipes the tears from your cheeks with his thumbs.

"W-what? Yeah, I guess." You sniffle and look at Felix confused.

"Why do you even still talk to Bai? She treats you like shit and all of this is clearly taking a toll on you."

"That's...a long story that I really don't want to get into right now. But I can tell you that we used to be super close and that despite that, Bai's behavior towards me is still normal."

"That doesn't make any sense. How could you two have been close but she still treated you like how she does now?" You take a deep breath and sit up, Felix's hands drop from your face.

"Our moms were really close, even for sisters. For a while, it was only Bai. My aunt didn't want any more kids and my mom was having trouble conceiving so for a while, Bai was like their daughter. And then by some miracle or curse, my mom had me. If you ask Bai my birth ruined her life, she's literally hated me since day one."

"Jesus,"

"I know. Anyway, our moms raised us like sisters so we could be as close as them. We did everything together, but everything wasn't perfect. Bai always wanted what I had. It started off with like toys or clothes. If she didn't have it or if she wasn't getting the attention she wanted, she would throw a fit. And a lot of the time I would just give it to her to shut her up."

"So you've always been like this?"

"Unfortunately. When we got older, it shifted to boys. If I even mentioned I had a crush on someone, she suddenly had a crush on them too and they would kiss or start dating or something. She got worse after her parents died, she wanted my parents' attention too and I let her have it."

"Y/n--"

"Chan was the one person in the whole world that was mine and I wasn't going to give him to her like everything else. I kept him a secret from her for a while too. But I guess that didn't matter, Bai always gets what she wants."

"Not always," Felix chimes.

"What are you talking about?"

"She doesn't have me. You have me."

"Just until the wedding."

"We can remain friends after the fact. I like having you around, despite it only being a few weeks. I feel like I've known you forever." Felix wraps his arm around your shoulder and pulls you in, placing your head on his shoulder.

The two of you sit in silence once again. The sky is more orange and dances across the water like fire. The sounds of children screaming in joy and couples laughing fill the air.

"Can you tell Hyunjin to stop being mad at me," Felix says suddenly.

"He won't be mad forever. He's just upset because he thinks that you knew Chan was cheating on me back then."

"I didn't-- I only knew that Bai was cheating on him."

"I know. He's felt guilty about introducing me to Chan ever since I found out about him and Bai. He'll get over it soon, but I'll talk to him."

"Thank you," He hums.

Silence falls between you again. You take in the silence and the peace and Felix's scent. Despite the two of you being outside for hours, he somehow still smells like coffee, cinnamon, and sugar. For some reason, it brings you comfort.

"I wish I met you instead of Chan." You blurt out.

"No you don't," Felix responds quickly.

"Yes, I do. We both could have avoided all of this and be so much happier for it."

"Hmm, it might have been worse. I was a mess back then. It's how I wound up getting involved with Bai in the first place. Past me probably would have ended up hurting you more. Hell, it might have even turned out this exact same way.

"I don't believe that." You lift your head off of his shoulder and stare at him.

"Relationships didn't matter to me back then. I just wanted to have fun. I would have just ended up hurting you, I can guarantee that. Despite the circumstances, I'm glad I met you now that I have my shit together."

"I'm glad I met you too." Felix finally turns to you. A grin so wide on his face that his eyes are like little half-moons.

You're not sure what it is-- his deep voice, his scent, or the lighting on his face from the fading sun that makes him glow more than he usually does-- but you can't take your eyes off him. Your eyes briefly look at his lips, soft and oh-so pink, before you find yourself leaning in. Your lips press into his gently, as if he'd disappear if you added more pressure. Felix has no such fear and presses into your lips. Before you could even process that he was kissing you back, he pulls away suddenly.

"I'm so sorry, I don't know what--"

"Y/n, it's okay,"

"I should go, it's been a long day." You sit up and scramble to pick up all of the food trash that you two had.

"You don't have to go. I wanted to kiss you back, trust me I did but I don't think now is the right time. Your head isn't in the right place."

"Yeah, no, you're right. I'll see you later Felix." You keep your back turned so Felix can't see that you are crying again, this time from frustration.

"Y/n, please don't go." Felix reaches out for you and you pull away before leaving him alone on the blanket.

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Rebirth Of A Star

Revived Solar TSAMS Short Fic (spoiler warning if you aren't caught up, or proceed with caution, brief mentions of past death, may be a little ooc with Sun And Moon but unintentionally, I tried and I'm pretty proud of this so I hope you enjoy and like it too, likes or reblogs are always appreciated. And if not that's alright, just enjoy the story and thank you if you do!) (Part 1 ig since Tumblr is being janky today)

It startled him when it happened for the first time again, as much as it had the last time he felt anything in his body. His body was rebooting, the familiar screen lighting up in his optics, and the electricity began to course through his body to move him. The world around him began to come into view, his head eyes and fingers and feet moving on their own briefly- the mobility test, he thought. Wow, it was weird now, having his thoughts sound and feel like thoughts again. And once his optics were tested and cleared to be working properly he looked around a bit more. He hadn't been in this position before, at least not in this dimension. He was inside the repair station of Parts and Service. And then his memories began to catch up- the house, Sun And Moon, Ruin, and feeling his internal mechanisms and circuits beginning to shut down and a wave of fear and sadness washing over him- “Hey, you're moving. Hurry up and wake up already so you can get out of here and get back to those losers.” A familiar, slightly rougher voice was picked up from outside the chamber. He looked over, sewing Puppet and, to his surprise, Eclipse, at the terminal watching him. Puppet was watching particularly close, tilting their head and seemed to be waiting. Solar sat up slowly, bringing a hand to his head before he slowly got up, holding onto the chair before his legs buckled and he fell, a swear leaving his mouth. “Ah- fuck…coulda warned me I might be unsteady, Eclipse…” he heard a soft gasp then a hiss as the door opened. He noticed Puppet enter as he pulled himself up again, taking a deep breath. There was an underlying ache in his joints that he'd deal with later. But right now…”Solar? You hear me, buddy? Can you see me?” They took hold of his arm gently, and Solar immediately held onto them back, beginning to walk out with them. Solar nodded. “Yeah…yeah I can see you and I hear you…God everything is sore…I know dying can be painful but I didn't think full body evaporation hurt…” A scoff nearby. “Oh please, just about any death is painful. Anyway, you're moving again, talking just fine, optics are fine…” He looked over to Eclipse. “I'm surprised to see you down here. Not that much really but…” he trailed off. “Believe it or not he did have a hand in helping rebuild you. Moon's been pretty busy with some stuff between getting you back and dealing with Molten. But catch up can wait for now, you have a family to get back to.” Solar listened, and he smiled a bit. “Yeah…I can't wait. I missed them…and thank you.” He glanced over to the terminal. “Even you, Eclipse.” Eclipse rolled his eyes. “Whatever, I only did it so Moon could let me kill that idiot Ruin…speaking of which.” The other turned to the cell, grinning. Solar followed his gaze to a cell. Ruin was stood inside, seeming to be frozen but looking right to Solar. He was silent for a moment before he spoke in a soft voice. “...Hello again, Solar.” Solar didn't reply until he looked away. “Hey, Ruin. Come on Puppet, let's go. The time to get there should be enough to get my joints working right again.” “Yeah, probably.” Solar felt a squeeze on his arm and he looked at Puppet, who had a small smile on their face. “I missed you too…twink.” Solar blinked and then chuckled. “Oh no don't start with that already, Puppet.” Solar said but he couldn't help the small smile of his own. “And I missed you too.”

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Can't help falling in love (with you) Chp.5

Jazz/Jason (Anger Management). DP x Batman crossover.

Based on this post

When a ghost does shenanigans, Jazz usually stays out of the trouble, since that's her brother's thing. This time? This time trouble found her in the form of a ghost that marries her to the Red Hood against her will.

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Chapter 5: Cross my heart and hope to die

“What do you MEAN ‘it was kind of an accident’!?”

“I swear I meant to tell you—”

“And you just FORGOT?”

Jazz was seeing red. How could Danny do this to her?

She knew it was a possibility that her brother became King. There were talks about it, debates about claim to the throne after Pariah was defeated, especially when the Ancients came back and made themselves known once more.

Clockwork sat them down and talked about destiny, about the different futures, about Danny’s role in the timeline. He was never clear about what he wanted with that speech, but he had been looking at Danny with a certain hunger in his eyes that Jazz never liked.

True, it was better to have an Ancient on their side, and a powerful one like Clockwork; but it didn’t mean she liked how he was feeding ideas of grandeur to her little brother.

That Danny went through behind her back hurt. A lot. That he hid it from her, on purpose or not, was disheartening. She didn’t want to miss out on Danny’s life, and since she came to Gotham she felt like since she was out of sight, she was out of mind to her brother.

“I didn’t forget!” Danny was making wide gestures. “I was going to tell you as soon as I—”

“And I had to find out I was a freaking Princess like this?” She was well aware she had a ectogun on her hand, so she disabled it and put it back on her right thigh holster. “This affects me too, you know!”

“I know!”

“Hey guys?”

Both turned to look at Red Hood, who had been quietly watching their fight unravel. He pointed at something behind them.

“Your ghost is about to fly away.”

Jazz didn’t have time to make a sound or do anything — the green dome Danny had made around the Elvis ghost shattered into million pieces.

“Nice seeing ya!” The ghost called over his shoulder as he made a peace sign and flew as fast as he could as far as he could.

Danny growled, launching himself to the air behind the retreating figure of the ghost, knowing that it was more important to catch Elvis before they lost him again.

Jazz hadn’t realized she was breathing heavily until she was left alone with Hood. Gotham was unusually quiet — people were too used to late night crime fighting, and citizens ignored them at best and hid from them at worst.

“So… uh…”

“Why didn’t you do anything?”

“What?”

She knew she was too mad to make sense, but they lost Elvis. They had him! And lost him!

“Why didn’t you stop him!”

She launched herself at him, fueled by frustration and anger. The logical part of her, the one that understood that it wasn't Hood’s fault, was screaming at her that rushing a known ex-crime lord and one of the Bats was a bad idea. But she was angry at her brother, angry at being pushed into an unwanted marriage, pushed into being a princess for a dimension that was hostile to her.

Maybe he understood how she felt, because Red Hood quietly met her strikes and only blocked and redirected them, not really trying to retaliate. He moved with her body so easily she felt like she was dancing with him, spinning to deliver a kick he blocked and moved down to properly catch her hand for the next punch.

Jazz moved faster, her muscles straining with the ectoplasm powering her inhuman speed and stamina. She was tired, she was sore and it’s been so long since she had an actual fight she was realizing she missed this. Petty muggers and wannabe gangsters didn’t measure up with her, and while she tried to feel content with the normal life she was making for herself in Gotham, she was never going to be really normal.

Princess.

When was the last time she punched someone with all her might?

Hood caught her fist in one of his gloved hands with only a soft grunt to show the effort. She punched him with her other fist, which he caught with his other hand.

Neither moved after that.

Princess of the Infinite Realms.

“Are you done?”

Jazz controlled her breathing, looking at him between the wild locks of hair that escaped her ponytail. He was also slightly out of breath, but more put together than her.

“Actually, I think I am.”

He let her go, watching carefully as she straightened her back and combed back her hair, freeing it from the ponytail to let it fall free. She missed her usual teal headband, but she had left it at her apartment.

“I’m sorry. That was uncalled for. You didn’t let the ghost free.”

“I think you guys did all the work by starting an argument back there.”

She rolled her eyes at him. “Smartass.”

He hummed, the mechanical distortion of the mask giving it a weird edge.

“What now, Princess?”

Jazz huffed at the name, but she felt spent after burning her anger fighting him.

“Now we wait and see if Danny catches him.”

He hummed again, tilting his head as if thinking how to word something. After a few moments, he finally said: “B wanted me to take you back to the Cave.”

She arched an eyebrow. “Do I have to?”

Somehow she knew he was smiling under the mask. “Why? Want to run away?”

“And go where? I can’t leave this city and also I have a test next week.” She shrugged. “Sure why not? Danny can find me when he is back.”

She started walking towards where she left the bike parked, not waiting to see if Hood would follow her. His quiet boots quickly fell into step behind her.

“How are you going to get to the Batcave?”

“You are going to take me there.”

With a few long strides he was now besides her. “I could just ditch you here.”

“Then I won’t go to the Cave.” She side eyed him, amused with the banter. “Easy.”

“Then Batman will kidnap you and drag you there against your will.”

This made her stop and turn to look at him. “You sound like you speak from experience.”

It was difficult to know with the mask in the way, but she felt his eyes run over her face, considering. He was acting weird, she noticed — or at least it felt it since she didn’t know him that much.

Without answering, he grabbed her gently by the arm and pulled her towards a dark alley. Amused, Jazz didn’t put up a fight just to see where this was going.

“Okay,” he started once they were very clearly out of sight of the main road and not in the line of vision of any of the nearby windows, “I assume I can trust you.”

After basically revealing all her secrets to him and finding out in front of him that she was now the freaking Princess of the Underworld, Jazz considered she deserved some trust. Also Danny cured his corrupted ectoplasm poisoning, so he owed that to them. But she wasn’t going to pull up all the receipts or start an argument with the man she was married to against both of their wills.

“Yeah?” She chose to say as he reached for something behind his head.

“The others will probably try to kill me for this but I don’t give a shit. You are in this now, whether we want it or not.”

There was a soft hissing sound and the mouthpiece detached from his face. He removed it with one hand as the other unstuck the domino mask from his eyes, revealing his bare face.

Jazz didn’t gasp, but it was a close thing. She didn’t expect to find such clear blue eyes in the face of the ruthless vigilante, or the deep scar that ran from his lip and upwards into his hair, across his cheek.

Now that she could see his eyes, and from this close, she could easily detect the liminality in him. How the green was so close to the surface, how he was clearly not that human anymore. She could also see his emotions written all over the nuances in the blue.

He smiled. Hood had dimples. Who would have thought?

“Name’s Jason,” he said as he extended a hand. He also had a nice voice, now that he didn’t have the modulator. Deep and masculine. Jazz blinked and shook his hand a bit late. “Jason Todd. Nice to properly meet you.”

“Likewise.” She said absentmindedly. “Not that I’m complaining but isn’t it a bit… important? The whole secret identity thing.”

He shrugged. “I never cared that much about it. And as I said, until we figure this out, we are stuck together. And it isn’t like you won’t know my name from the marriage papers.”

True. It felt like a smart idea to be honest at this point.

“Okay.” She nodded. “We are still going to the Cave, right?”

He sighed. “Unfortunately.”

They were interrupted by his comms device coming to life with passion. Jazz could hear a lot of voices trying to speak at the same time over each other, and going by the pained faces Jason was doing, they were loud even for him.

“Calm down, everybody.” Jason was trying to make it stop without success.

More voices for a moment, until someone spoke and they all stopped at once. It was deep and monotone, and it was Batman’s.

Now that it was quiet, Jazz could hear his words clearly.

“Report to the Cave immediately. Both of you.”

Did he know she could hear him?

In any case, Jason rolled his eyes and put the mask back on. “En route.” He tapped his ear and grumbled. “I already said we’ll go. Stupid Bruce.”

Bruce…

Why was the name familiar? Bruce… Bruce something. He was on the TV? No, it was something else. Not an actor, she would probably remember. Maybe something else?

It wasn’t until they walked back to the main road that she saw it — the tallest and biggest building in the city, the one she had joked when she moved in that was overcompensating for something.

The Wayne Enterprises building.

Bruce Wayne.

Jason Todd.

Jazz blinked, remembering reading something about Wayne’s dead son being declared alive not that long ago. That it was all a misunderstanding. That he had lost his memories and wandered alone for some years, but he was better now. That his death had been greatly exaggerated.

Knowing what she knew now, she would bet that there were no exaggerations whatsoever. That they managed to convince everyone that he wasn’t actually dead was commendable.

“Want me to grapple us back to your bike?”

“Huh?”

Even with the mask and face cover, she knew he was smiling at her. “Me. Grapple. Swing us to your bike.”

She looked around and came to the same conclusion: walking would take too long. Jazz shrugged and walked closer to him, already looping her arms around him as he readied the grapple gun.

Back at the fight she had been too focused on defeating Elvis; but now in the quiet night, with just the two of them, she could stop and take note of the feeling of flying with the vigilante. It was different from flying with Danny — gravity was not ignored, for starters. But she liked it.

Jazz never felt comfortable being this close to people that weren’t her family. She was a hugger and she enjoyed cuddling with her inner circle; but having a stranger in her personal bubble was always a big no-no.

Jason felt different, and she didn’t know how much of it was the spell and how much was coming from herself. This is why she hated soul magic — you could very easily lose yourself in the paranoia and double thinking every emotion. She was resistant to that magic, sure, but she wasn’t immune.

She genuinely liked Jason and she would be very pissed off if all of it was because of magic.

They soon arrived at her abandoned motorbike, which was exactly where she left it. Such a feat in Gotham. In any case, she knew that in the event that her bike was stolen, it wouldn't work if you weren't at least somewhat liminal. Danny made it like that for her.

Jason once again proved what he was when the engine roared to life for him without issue.

"Nice ride." He commented.

"Thank you! My brother modified this one just for me."

He hummed, quickly noticing the extra dials, the extra buttons, and the little ghost sticker. "How fast can it go?"

If he planned on having a conversation about the specs and the mechanical stuff with her, he was in for disappointment. Jazz only knew enough to take care of her vehicle and whatever Danny info dumped her.

"As fast as I need. With the right juice."

Another perk of Danny's modifications: she could enhance performance by sharing a bit of her power. It put a strain on the engine, so it was not something she did every day.

Jason looked very interested. Jazz made a mental note to tell Danny.

The ride to the Batcave was quiet and comfortable, again that weird calm settling in her chest just by being close to Jason. If she were alone she knew she would be out of her mind with worry, and very angry at the situation. Right then, she only found inner peace as they swerved through Gotham's streets at night. She could even admit to herself that it was a pretty city — but again maybe the trick was to see it at night and not during a smoggy day.

"Here we are." Jason screamed over his shoulder as they ascended a hill, her bike prepared to go through all terrains making the trip just fine.

There was a beep and loud whirring, and the distant waterfall parted to reveal the entrance of the Cave. Huh. Classy.

Jason maneuvered the bike towards what looked like the central area of the whole thing, past the other vehicles and a giant dinosaur. Was that a giant penny as well?

He also helped her dismount the bike. Huh. Chivalry was not dead, after all.

Maybe it was just forcibly brought back to life.

She snorted, shaking her head when he glanced at her, asking what was so funny.

The Batcave was impressive… for a rich white man's secret basement, that is. It showed that he had been doing this for decades, with many additions and upgrades; and right in the center there it was, the Batcomputer.

Tucker had talked about it the moment she told them she was moving to Gotham, confessing he had been entertaining the thought of hacking it, but he didn’t want to look for trouble if it would trace back to her.

“Took you long enough, Todd.”

“Hit some traffic.”

Jazz giggled at the blatant lie, and at the way the kid that was glaring at them narrowed his eyes. Such an expression on a young face was hilarious.

“Hood, report.”

Of course.

Batman waited for them at the Batcomputer, carefully logging everything she had told them about the incident. She caught comments conjecturing about what was unsaid in their conversation, and questions he would ask someone called “Constantine” about the Infinite Realms. Sure. She didn’t judge him for wanting a second opinion, but if what he really wanted was up to date information he needed her and her brother. During Pariah Dark’s reign, the Realms had shut down any and all communication with the living world and who knows what someone unrelated to the newest changes in management would know about the topic.

Jazz quietly followed Jason as he gave a quick rundown of the fight and his observations about the ghost — “Really, Elvis?” “Yeah, Dickhead, the one and only.” — and observed their reactions to the madness that was her life. When he got to the last part, where the ghost escaped because of Danny and her arguing, her face got hot with embarrassment.

“In my defense, he should have told me before the fight. About the whole ‘King’ business.” She crossed her arms, trying to hold on to the last of her dignity. What a rookie mistake, letting your target go because of infighting.

Batman was probably thinking something along those lines, because he patted her on the shoulder. “You did good.”

She narrowed her eyes, wondering if he was being condescending; but by the way that Jason and the one he called ‘Dickhead’ looked at each other in surprise, it was genuine.

“So now we wait?”

She nodded at the other man. Jason’s brother? She tried to remember Bruce Wayne’s assortment of orphans and match his face with one of them. And remember the name.

“Danny will call me if he has news. He better do, anyway.” Because if he doesn’t there is a world of pain ahead of him, but she left that part unsaid.

Batman found it funny. “Rest for now. I think Alfred made cookies.”

He turned back towards the computer without making further comment, considering the conversation done. Jazz thought it was a bit rude, but bit her tongue. There was no point in starting a fight and she was tired and hungry.

“C’mon.” Jason took her hand to guide her towards the elevator, the other young man and the kid hot on their heels.

“You need to change, Todd. It doesn’t count if you only take off the mask.” The kid said. Jazz watched him and his eternal frown and finally could put a name to the face. Damian Wayne, the youngest.

“I will do it once she has some food.”

“I can give her the tour, Jay.” The one she was sure was an older brother said, smiling in her direction. “Unless you guys want alone time?”

Jazz cringed at the comment and the implication of the man’s raised eyebrows and smirk. Now she remembered who this guy was — Dick Grayson, Bruce’s first kid.

Huh, the name was fitting.

“Cut it out, Dickward.” Jason slapped his brother’s shoulder. “Not everyone is down to fuck anything that breathes, like you do.”

She was grateful that the attention of the conversation was moved towards the brothers’ bickering — Dick defending himself, Damian demanding that the topic be immediately dropped and Jason poking his older brother about previous relationships. Jazz looked at her new husband’s face as he deflected comments about his apparent “non-existent” love life, shrugging and scoffing that he didn’t see the point anyway.

Could it be?

It had been a long while since Jazz found a name to what she felt regarding relationships, romantic or sexual. She always thought she would eventually bloom and fall in love, or maybe set aside her ambitions once she found someone worth it, or maybe she only needed to be patient and that the right person would come and sweep her off her feet.

She loved romance novels, and loved reading about her favorite characters falling in love and all that stuff — but she never “bloomed” so to speak. She remembered being sixteen and being on that date with Johnny and him going to kiss her and not feeling anything like it was in her books.

Now, as an adult, she was past losing sleep over that fact. She was not interested, and that was it. She loved, and a lot, and she loved unconditionally, but not like people described romantic love to be.

Jason’s shoulders were slightly tense even if he joked that he was too busy with his “redemption arc” to look for love, and everyone laughed — but she knew. She understood the feeling.

Somehow she was not that mad at the whole arranged marriage thing now. From all the idiots she could be tied to, this one was at least somewhere in the aroace spectrum, and could understand her.

Once on the surface properly, Jazz quickly followed the brothers as they walked further into a house — a mansion? Everything was too big and too fancy to be a simple house — taking note of the route in case she needed to map out the place. It was instinct at this point, finding exit points and escaping routes, just in case. Sometimes she wished that it wasn’t.

She was guided to a living room where some people were already sitting on a sofa and enjoying cookies placed on the coffee table. It was another of the Wayne kids — Timothy? She wasn’t sure — sitting with a blonde boy and a black haired boy wearing a leather jacket with the Superman’s symbol in the back.

“Oh, hi.” The blond one said with a gentle smile.

Timothy froze with a cookie halfway into his mouth, blue eyes fixed on the still joined hands. He then looked up at Jazz, and she held his gaze, arching an eyebrow.

“What’s up?” The guy with the punk attire vaguely waved a hand, also noticing the hands, but choosing to smile at it and not make a comment.

Jason sat down, waiting for Jazz to sit beside him. Dick sat on a loveseat, enjoying watching the show that was about to begin.

“Um…” Timothy chewed his cookie and gulped, eyes going down Jazz’s body. She looked down too, remembering that she still had her weapons on her. “Who’s this?”

An older man wearing a tux walked in holding a silver tray with a teapot and empty cups. His face was completely blank, the only tell of his thought being the slightly arched eyebrow.

“I remember that we agreed on no suits in the Manor, Master Jason.” He gently chastised, placing the tray on the table to unload everything he was carrying. “Also, no weapons.”

Took a moment to realize he was talking to her. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment. “Sorry.”

“You didn’t know, dear.” He said. “I’m Alfred. Alfred Pennyworth.”

“Nice to meet you, Alfred.”

He nodded at her with a small smile. “Likewise, Miss Fenton.”

His eyes flashed towards her hand still in Jason’s, and this time she quickly let go. She didn’t know who this man was, but it didn’t take much to understand he was no mere butler.

No need to be told twice, she got into the task of unbuckling and unfastening everything she had on her person. First, she looped the strap of Moral Support over her head and placed the compacted rifle on the table, a good distance away from the tea and pastries. Then, she took off the jacket, revealing the leather vest and everything she had in it.

She vaguely heard the punk boy whistle in appreciation.

“Who is this?” Timothy asked. Rude. She was standing right there!

Jason chuckled, taking her jacket from her and gingerly placing it on the armrest of the sofa.

“This is Jasmine Fenton.” He said.

Jazz placed the ecto guns next to Moral Support and her hands quickly went back to unzip and unfasten the vest from her. She could take out the blades later, once she was back home.

She made a move to sit down, but was stopped by Alfred clearing his throat. Did she miss anything?

Oh right.

She leaned down and took the hidden dagger in her boot, showing it to the butler, who nodded, smiled and walked out of the room.

Finally, Jazz sat down next to Jason. She crossed her arms, watching the trio watch her, ignoring Dick’s delighted face as he stuffed his face with cookies.

“And?” Timothy asked to elaborate. Blondie was watching the pile of weapons with wide eyes. Punk boy was biting his lip, enjoying the show.

Jason lifted one arm and let it rest on Jazz’s shoulders. By the way Timothy’s face soured at the gesture, she understood this was a bit and played along just to see what would happen. She leaned onto Jason a little, uncrossing her arms to put one hand on his chest, eyes fixed on the other guy’s.

“She’s my wife, of course.”

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