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fictionalwh0ree · 6 months

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Hiii,can you do like a best friend reader and I went to billies house and there’s a lot of sexual tension between us and we eventually start making out and yeah.. tyyyyyyyy😭

rainy day- billie eilish

summary: a rainy day puts a wrench in your plans, but maybe its a blessing in disgusie.

word count: 1.6k

warnings: some swearing, alcohol/drinking

being best friends with someone like billie eilish was not easy. between tours, writing and recording, and all the other interviews and press, most of your interaction was over the phone, but you’d managed to keep your bond strong. on this particular weekend, billie had invited you to a party with her and of course, you agreed.

when you showed up to her house to get ready together, the sky was dark with clouds. you knocked on her door holding two large bags with all of your essentials in them, you were set to sleep over there too. she opened the door, wearing sweats and a baggy t-shirt, like you, and her hair was damp. her mouth was full as she chewed on some popcorn, not saying anything as you walked in. you knew her house like the back of her hand and it had become like a second home to you. you followed her into the kitchen and she offered you some popcorn. you took a handful of it before finally speaking.

“so what kind of party is this anyway?” you asked.

“pool,” she responded.

“lets go get ready then, we don’t have that long,” you said, to which she nodded.

you followed her into the master bathroom which featured a double sink with lots of counter space and perfect lighting. as you pulled all your makeup out of your bag, you began to hear slow and sparse drops of rain. that didn’t last long, however, before the rain was pelting heavily. you looked over at billie, wondering how you were going to go to a pool party in pouring rain.

“it’ll probably stop soon. we have time,” she said.

you continued to get ready, but truthfully, you weren’t in the mood to party, so while you had been excited to see billie, you were silently hoping that she was wrong. once your makeup was done, you changed into a nice mini dress that hugged your curves perfectly. billie had been ready slightly before you. you stepped into her bedroom and walked towards her full body mirror but she had barely even noticed you walked in the room as she sat on the bed on her phone.

“bil, can you zip my dress up for me please,” you asked.

she peeled her eyes from the screen and looked at you, your back facing her. her eyes traced your figure from top to bottom slowly, and while she thought you hadn’t noticed, the mirror exposed her to you, a small smirk making its way onto your face as you looked at her through it.

“billie?” you called.

she looked into the mirror, catching your eyes through it, and realizing you had watched her check you out. a slight blush made its way onto her cheeks as she got up and walked to you. she worked on your dress, hooking the clasp at the top before beginning with the zipper.

“when’d you get this dress?” she asked.

“a couple days ago. i got it for this party,” you said proudly, making eye contact with her through the mirror.

once again, you were kind of lying to her. you’d harboured a crush on billie for a while now, so while you had purchased the dress to wear to the party, you’d bought it for her.

“oh really?” she said, her eyebrows cocked up and she smirked.

“mhmmm,” you said happily, “why? you like it?”

“mhm,” she hummed, “just remember you’re sleeping over here.”

“of course,” you said, turning around so you were facing a window.

billie’s right hand dropped to your waist subtly for a moment as you spoke, the feeling giving you butterflies.

“but i don’t think i’ll be putting this dress to use anyway,” you said, “its still pouring.”

“shit, you’re right,” she said, her hand finally leaving your body as she opened her phone to check the weather app.

“its not supposed to stop for another hour,” she sighed.

“well, why don’t we just stay, and we’ll just leave whenever it stops raining?” you offered, sitting on the edge of her bed and looking up at her.

“okay,” she agreed, sitting next to you.

your legs were pressed against each others, but only for a moment as you stood up and began to make your way to her kitchen. she followed suit right behind you.

“where are all your snacks?” you asked, opening all her food cabinets and her fridge and freezer.

“its grocery weekend,” she explained.

“you don’t have any snacks?” you asked, devastation clear in your voice though you were smiling at her.

“i’m sorry,” she laughed, approaching you, “we can make something.”

“okay,” you agreed, “can we make those peanut butter cookies?”

“you read my mind,” she said as she began to grab the ingredients.

you walked away from her and to her bar, pulling out a bottle of strong liquor before walking back to her. she smiled at you and grabbed two shot glasses, from her cabinet. you poured two shots.

“so how are we doing this?” you asked, referring to how you would be pacing your shots.

“one per ingredient?” she asked as grabbed a chaser.

“ok,” you agreed.

you looked at each other and nodded, clinking cups before taking a sip of the chaser, downing the shot with it, and then taking a sip of the chaser. you made a face for a second before beginning to bake with billie. by the second to last step, you were both seven shots deep and definitely too drunk to be baking. you couldn’t even confidently say you had measured out the ingredients correctly. somewhere along the way, one of you found a speaker, and though it definitely mad everything more fun, it also made everything more messy. dancing and singing while trying to pour out dry ingredients had left her counters dirty as fuck.

billie was about to put in the flour, but the alcohol was making her unsteady, and neither of you had remembered to turn the mixer onto a lower speed, so when she poured it in, it flew everywhere, effectively covering you both in flour. billie got the brunt of it, having her face, arms, shirt, and even some of her pants covered in flour. you had gotten some on your face, but most of it was on your chest, arms, and dress.

you immediately bursted out laughing, hunching over and clutching your stomach as you tried to keep from pissing yourself. billie was laughing too, hunched over just like you were, with her eyes screwed shut as she tried to control her breathing. when you had calmed down a bit, you both stood up. she turned off the mixer and looked at you. you tried to stop from smiling as you looked at her flour-covered face.

“you got a little something right there,” you giggled, pointing at her face and stepping closer.

“oh really? where?” she said, a smirk on her face as she moved closer herself. now standing almost toe-to-toe, you reached your hand up to her face, wiping some of the flour off.

“right here,” you joked.

your eyes had been trained on the spot you were cleaning, which was right by her lips, but you could feel her looking at you. your eyes travelled up slowly before they locked with hers. she was still smiling, but it was different, one you had seen before, but never directed at you. her eyes fell to your own lips, and that was enough for you to lean forward, closing the gap. you kissed her softly at first, but it quickly got more heated. your back was against the counter and you jumped up to sit on it, not caring about the flour and other ingredients you had spilt on it earlier. she stood between your legs, her hands resting on your ass as she held you close. when you finally parted, she moved down, leaving kisses down your jaw and neck until she reached your collarbones. there she began to leave small hickies. your head was thrown back in pleasure and the two of you were in your own little world, nothing could interrupt you, or so you thought. minutes later, a loud timer buzzed through billie’s speaker, causing the two of you to jump apart.

“fuck,” she groaned, running a hand through her hair after shutting it off.

the two of you had forgotten everything about the party, about the fact that you’d set a timer to check the rain.

“well, i guess it stopped raining,” you said, hopping off the counter.

“i guess,” you said back.

“we should get going then,” she said, but her voice lacked conviction.

“my dress is all dirty,” you slurred, turning to try and look at your flour-covered ass.

“aww,” she fake-whined, a smile on her face as she shamelessly stared at your figure from behind.

“i guess if you really wanted to go i could borrow something from you,” you insisted.

“no no, your dress is dirty. you bought it for this party, you can’t go without it,” she said, stepping closer and resting her hand on your waist.

you leaned forward, tucking her hair behind her ear. you could only blame the alcohol for the confidence it gave you to say what you said next.

“i didn’t buy it for the party,” you whispered, “i bought it for you.”

you leaned back, looking at billie as her eyes lit up in excitement. you could see how she craved you in her eyes. you placed a kiss on her lips again before taking off towards her bedroom. she ran after you, slapping your ass as you ran up the stairs. it was safe to say that by the end of the night your party (and cookie dough) were forgotten.

#billie eilish x reader #billie eilish #billie eilish imagine #billie eilish x y/n #billie eilish fluff #billie eilish x you #wlw

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dotchi18 · 1 year

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I SAW YOUR POST AND I AM HERE™

request for mammon with bluebell please (or ivy if you'd like, it's up to you ^^)

ANYWAYS I ALSO WANTED TO SAY HI

hi~`

Eeeeeeeeeeee! Hi! And Thank you Cup, I appreciate you being here and making a request! ;w;

Sorry if it took a while, I just saw it in my inbox and it says it was dropped in 78 days ago? I had no idea ;-;

But I will of course do as you ask!

I decided to go with your Sentient!AU, I hope you like it!

Yandere!Mammon x Reader

Bluebell (Humility, Gratitude)- “ I’ll be your humble servant, if only you let me.”

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Life was a stressful mess as of late.

Writing plenty of essays to get into college, with a lack of response from the counselor in helping, school still being something to focus on, it was just very stressful overall.

At least there were other things to focus on, mobile games mostly being the focus as you sink plenty of time into Genshin Impact and Obey Me.

Lately though any attempts to play Genshin was leading to the screen freezing after a minute or two, so most of the time you invested in Obey Me, and specifically your best boy Mammon.

It seemed lately like whenever you entered the app, he seemed happy to see you, in his own Tsundere way.

It was another night after a long day and you simply settled into your bed with a mug of tea and your favorite snack as you opened said app.

“ Oi! Took ya long enough to come back! What th’ hell are ya doin’ all day?” The demon pouted, dressed up in his causal clothing on the Homescreen with his room as the background.

Lately it seemed as if where everything else in life sucks, the game decided to bless you with Mammon cards to make you feel better, and you were quickly filling in getting his outfits and any backgrounds and soundtracks related to his cards as one played faintly behind Mammon’s voice,

“ I guess it doesn’t matter, yer here now.”

You were unable to stop a smile from coming onto your face as you pecked your finger onto the screen as if in a kiss on his head, giving it a small tap.

“ Ya know givin’ me more affection wouldn’t kill ya yanno?” Mammon’s sprite blushed as he closed his eyes, shying, making the warm feeling curl more inside you.

Deciding to humor the one behind the screen, you planted a kiss on your phone.

Of course, being that it was a phone screen and you were you, the kiss took up most of his body, but you heard his laugh soundbite, pulling away to see his big goofy grin and blush.

“ Ya know fer a human ya sure are cute!”

Realizing what he said his blush remained but he became more begrudging, wiggling in his place, “ I-I mean... Jeez, Ya really know how ta catch The Great Mammon off guard!”

He tried to scold, but ended it a little lamely, making you stroke his hair with a finger as you turned your attention to your energy levels, not seeing the demon give a small frown at the change in attention.

Lately with these new high-powered cards you’re getting you’ve been tearing through the Lessons, deciding it wouldn’t be too hard to tackle this next arc in this one single night.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-

Pulling everything together on the battle segment, you chose your three most high-powered cards at the time, Mammon, Asmo and Beel.

Well, your most High-powered cards were all Mammon for the most part, but you wanted to fill in all the spots to make sure you could move along.

Clicking the ‘Battle!’ button, you heard a Mammon soundbite that you had never heard before, but because you didn’t speak Japanese, you had no idea what he said.

All you knew he said was ‘You’ and ‘them’, letting you know he was speaking to you probably about the others before the battles started.

The three brothers were dancing, but the only one with a sound bite actively sounding was Mammon as he danced his heart out against a mini boss.

You set the boys special moves off as fast as you could, and Mammon’s powers set off, zombifying the competition.

Sighing, you melted against your pillows, pleased for the nearly 100% triggering of the powers that had also been happening recently.

You kind of wished the zombifying would work on real people, like your counselor.

You had mentioned it out loud before, considering he was stressing you out with his procrastination and there was no one else around to hear you at the time.

After all, wouldn’t it be super nice if something happened so you didn’t have to request a new one and the new one might actually get everything done on time?

Sure it wasn’t a perfect solution, being accepted on the spot by the college itself would be, but when one had to dream of things more plausible one came up with stuff like this.

Blinking back from your thoughts, you looked to see the ‘Win!’ sign hanging up with a pleased but flippant Mammon saying something before the ‘Surprise Guest!’ popped up.

Clicking on it, Mammon popped up again, “ Ya know, ya don’t need those guys, right? Only me. I only let ya pick ‘em ‘cause they can’t do anything.”

It was a weird quote, but you simply rubbed his face, making him blush and dip his head down, something you did two more times to a burst of hearts before he shifted from side to side in your hold.

“ Ya know ‘m gonna see ya real soon. Don’t pick anyone else, okay? Promise me.”

He watched you and your indulgent smile before giving a nod.

" 'll take that as a yes then."

The surprise guest ended and you got to the next story section, where you were talking with Satan, having a small laugh over something.

It started getting a little flirty, before it gave you a prompt.

- I'm so glad we're friends.

- Betray Mammon.

' What the Hell is this?' A small shake of the head and you pressed 'I'm so glad we're friends', letting down Satan gently as he expressed assurances of being glad they were friends too.

You exited from Tasks as the Home screen loaded up.

" I shouldn't have to mess around with stuff to let ya know that kissin' somebody else is betrayal, right? Good."

This was getting very weird.

" Oi." He called softly from in the phone, taking your attention, " Ya know, The Great Mammon isn't one people can just push around.

But... I can be at your beck and call if only ya let me."

" What are you saying?" You finally answered out loud, " This is... really weird."

" 's not weird Treasure."

He assured as the phone started glitching, and heating up in your hands.

" 'm headin' out. Just give me a second alright?

And remember, ya promised me ya wouldn't pick anyone else.

Not my brothers.

And not any of them outside.

Wait for me. 'll be there soon."

Your entire phone winked out, screen black.

You nearly jolted as you pressed the buttons, holding them down and tapping on them, only to get no response.

You rolled to your side and plugged in the charger, hoping it would do something as you checked the time on the alarm clock

It was way too late to go out and get it looked at by anyone.

Running a hand through your hair, you decided to work on everything when you woke up tomorrow, slumping down into your bed, yanking the blankets over yourself as you settled in, mind still racing as you fell into a fitful sleep.

Not awake to feel the weight of a new body beside you, a hand being placed over yours with a kiss being planted on your forehead.

" Hey there Treasure."

#yandere mammon #Hope you liked this #It was sitting in my drafts for a month or so #I'm so sorry #I just had brain blockage and I kind of feel like the end was rushed.#Any feedback is good #Thank uou so much for your patience Cup ;-;#Soft Yandere Mammon #yandere obey me

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rudystree · 1 year

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ok how are we feeling?

OK LET’S GET INTO THIS. 🧨

I’M READY (MAYBE).

my heart is so full. i am satisfied. i am overwhelmed with feels but in a good way. and i’m sucked right back into the boat show. i love remembering why i love these characters and their story and their relationships. i watch the show mostly for jj tbh, and boy was he carrying this season.

of course i had minor disappointments, that’s kind of a given. like most ppl i was not a fan of the big john x john b storyline. it was boring and frustrating to watch them. way too much screen time given to that which could’ve explored other things…i thought this season they’d really give us some answers to big questions (kie’s kook year? jj and sarah’s moms? how did the pogues even meet?) but alas. can’t have everything.

here’s some of what i DID get:

JIARA. do i have to elaborate on how fucking amazing they were? how they were the most precious and also badass duo ever? how their slow burn was perfectly executed? the way they were so damn protective of each other? kie helping jj understand that he’s loved and cared for? jj going absolutely ballistic whenever he thinks kie is in danger? the angst? the way he admits that he thinks he’s just a loser and she can do better than him? the way she understands that he’s sensitive and doesn’t let people close easily? the way pope gives his (semi) blessing? the way john b teases him? the absolute fucking heart eyes they carry the whole season? because they’re the two most endearing characters of all time? this season was about a treasure hunt and they were each others treasure and they fucking found it and i am so damn emo.

CAMBANK SIBLING ENGERY. i’ve been craving more jj x sarah interaction and i finally got it. the way sarah was searching for jj to stay with because both of them have no where else to go (as john b is off with his idiot father)? the way she calls him jayj like the others now? the way she was so freaking worried about him getting hurt? making topper turn the whole truck around to help jj?the way she angrily pushed and then hugged him so tight when they found him alive? john b and sarah sometimes feel like the parents of the group and sarah really stepped up when he was gone. she’s so much more than john b’s gf, she really made the group feel like the family jj needs.

JJ x JOHN B going on their little adventure together was one of my favourite things. i adore watching them together. the way jj was waiting for john b at the chateau? john b confiding in him because that’s his best friend in the world and they need each other? the heads on each others shoulders and “we’re gonna figure this out”? the typical funny crazy moronic stupidity from these two (pls someone gif them crawling under the table or jb catching jj eating from that guys fridge)? the badass fight scenes they have together? not to mention jj’s reaction when they had to leave john b on the island??? “we’re not splitting up again” “we’re not leaving him” kill me now? their little scuffle / wrestling that was really pathetic because they’d never seriously hurt each other? jj going to the ends of the world for him? yeah.

CLEO. she was everything. carlacia killed it. she was exactly what the group needed, especially pope. they pulled off their relationship so well. also her and jj being a badass duo and holding knives to peoples throats together? yeah that’s the energy i needed this season.

The pure SATISFACTION of watching kie deceive rafe and push his whiny ass into the water. ward getting killed. big john getting killed (sorry). it was all very satisfying to watch. as much as they made topper slightly likeable this season, it was also nice to watch him lose after his psycho ass burned down the chateau.

JJ MAYBANK. hello!?? did y’all see this man? because i have never felt this straight before. the outfits (red tank top hello????). the smirks. the body. the water scenes. the everything. this man could do absolutely anything to me. he could run me over with a truck and i would thank him. john b in ep10 also made my lady parts tingle. but jj truly did not give me a break. he could’ve just stood there for 10 hours it would still be great.

THE FOUND FAMILY. my babies. they love each other so much and this season did a great job showing it. i would’ve liked to see more, but what we did get was nice. all the poguelandia scenes. the way jj just wanted to stay there and provide for his family? the angst when they return and jj realises the others all have their own families to go to? the flashbacks to jj being close to john b and his dad? him play fighting with big john who is like his own second dad? jj ready to have dinner with the heywards (him and cleo’s adoptive parents basically)? i’m so emo.

overall i feel like this season was just a lot darker and more serious / mature than the ones before. where S2 was kind of an exciting mess of random, funny, weird craziness and stupid decisions, S3 felt way more grounded and realistic but at the same time a lot more sincere. i loved watching the new dynamics and see cleo complete the group. madison and rudy killed it. it was amazing and i cannot wait to rewatch it (and reblog all the amazing gifs and content).

#tldr: i loved it #i tried my best to condense all major thoughts in one post lmao #but god there is so much to talk about #ask #obx3 #obx spoilers #jiara #jj maybank #pope heyward #kiara carrera #john b #cleo #obx

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faithinhome · 1 year

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Neighbor Next Door - Stephen Strange/ Female OC

18+ | minors please DNI

Summary: anna had always thought the doctor next door was attractive. and one interaction left her itching to get more of him.

Tags: age gap (25F & 40M), cheating (but not in the way you’d think), strong language, smut.

how i imagined anna’s dress for the party 😌

Chapter 6: Try Me.

“why would i go?” anna sighed. “just so he can have another mood swing and degrade me again?”

sam sighed, sitting beside her on the couch. “you don’t have to. but i really think it would be good for all of us to go to a party together.”

a party sounded good to anna. but she felt like she had to make a statement to stephen.

she wasn’t just mad about being treated the way she was. she’d realized she really did have feelings for stephen.

“so, he’s not gonna divorce christine?” anna asked, trying to appear nonchalant about it.

“all he said was he needed space from her” sam said. “divorce isn’t something that he can even think about yet.”

anna sighed and shook her head. she understood. she’d been in love. and these two had been married for a year now.

but it was a stinging reminder that anna’s feelings for stephen meant nothing. she’d been such an idiot. she should have listened to sam all along.

ultimately, she decided to go with them, because she agreed a party sounded like a good idea. she really needed to get dressed for something and be around people. she’d been wallowing away in her bed too long. it didn’t help that her job was mostly remote and required staring at a screen for long hours.

and she couldn’t keep running away from stephen. she had to face him. pushing him away and going out of her way to neglect him wasn’t going to help with what she was feeling.

so when the night came, anna found it a bit hard to get out bed and get dressed. but sam and wanda eventually helped her do it.

she wore a long black lack dress and a pair of see-through tights.

“oh my god i love that dress” wanda exclaimed, gasping softly.

anna smiled and did her makeup to match the aesthetic of the outfit, wanda helping her with a smoke eye, long winged eyeliner and red lipgloss.

sam was dressed in a lavender sweater and black jeans with brown boots. and wanda put on a black suit but ditched the blazer.

“you guys look so hot” anna swooned over her best friends as they were getting ready to leave.

they took a picture as they waited for their cab before filing into the spacious car.

“honestly, i’m a little nervous about seeing stephen” anna murmured. she almost never said his first name. and so whenever she did, it almost felt odd.

before this, it used to feel exciting and electric.

now it just felt out of place and that saddened her.

“i’m sure he’s more nervous to see you” sam rubbed a hand over her back, trying to comfort her. “besides, you’ll have us.”

“you can be with him for a bit if you want” anna said. “he probably needs it.”

sam smiled before tucking a strand of his best friend’s hair behind her ear. “bless your golden heart.”

anna quickly spotted strange as soon as they walked in. it was almost as if he demanded attention wherever he went. his presence was always felt. and she knew she wasn’t the only one that felt that way about him.

stephen spotted them, his gaze lingering on anna for merely a second before he focused it on sam, smiling and waving at him.

sam left to join stephen while anna and wanda wandered away.

as they stood by the bar, anna glanced around, her eyes landing on stephen. he was wearing a pretty basic black and white suit. but gosh, he looked so good in it.

anna found herself admiring him for more than she intended. she couldn’t stop sneaking glances at him. the way he smiled. the way his brows knitted together as he listened with focus. the way he bit his lip, god, anna was down bad.

eventually, he caught her gaze. he held it for a couple of seconds, blinking, his lips moving like he wanted to say something but anna looked away, feeling the butterflies in her stomach return.

“hey, you feeling okay, annie?” wanda asked, noticing what just happened.

“yeah” anna sighed. “god wanda, i fucked up. i can’t stop thinking about him. i didn’t know i would still be thinking about him. but, it’s like whenever he’s around me. he just… demands such attention and i just can’t look away. it makes me wanna be with him, stand next to him, touch him and talk to him. i don’t understand.”

wanda sighed softly, watching anna with a sad look. “hey, anne? don’t wanna sound harsh, i don’t. but i feel like… there’s just some sexual frustration. and it makes sense for it to cause a feeling of emotional overwhelm. i’m not trying to invalidate what you’re feeling. but i really think that’s just what it is.”

anna looked up. “you’re probably right. i need to get laid.”

wanda giggled, causing anna to finally smile. “i can help with that. best wingwoman in town.”

“not gonna try and fuck me again, are you?”

wanda gasped. “hey, you definitely started it.”

finally, they were laughing and anna felt light hearted. she was also glad that’s something they could joke about now. she thought it would be this blasphemous cloud hanging over their heads but they were fine and she was so grateful.

only five minutes had passed as the two were engrossed in a serious conversation about why certain animals exhibited cannibalism when stephen was walking up to them and anna immediately looked up, her heart beating faster.

“hi” wanda chirped, eyeing the man carefully.

“good evening ladies” stephen smiled, nodding at wanda before looking over at anna, who in turn looked away.

stephen’s smile melted. “could i please talk to anna for a second, if that’s okay?”

wanda looked over at her friend for assurance and she nodded with a smile.

“be nice to her” wanda smiled before leaving and anna rolled her eyes.

she loved that wanda was protective but she also felt a bit embarassed by her comment.

“sorry about that” anna chuckled, tracing her fingers against the rim of her glass. “she’s just joking.”

“i deserve it” stephen sighed, pointing to where she was sitting previously. “may i?”

anna looked over and nodded.

“anna i..” he started. “i came here to say i’m sorry. again. i know i should do less things that need me to end up apologizing to you. but i truly am sorry.“

“it’s fine” anna murmured, still not meeting stephen’s gaze. “i’d just told you some horrible news. you got defensive.”

“and i also” he swallowed nervously. “really wanted to trust her. but i should’ve known better. i’m truly very sorry but i appreciate you helping. i wouldn’t have known.”

“probably would have found out eventually.”

“i suppose, but regardless, im very sorry. and i owe you for wanting to help me out.”

anna looked up at stephen, swallowing as she gazed into his eyes. so gorgeous. so captivating. she had to look away again. she felt queasy. maybe it was the alcohol but the attraction she was feeling toward the man was insane.

little did she know, stephen felt it too. he didn’t know if it was the horrible emotional pain he felt or the alcohol. he’d probably had too much to drink, that was the whole reason he got the courage to talk to anna one on one to begin with.

or maybe it was just her, he figured. he couldn’t stay away.

stephen continued talking to anna for a bit, asking her about her life recently. she loosened up and he offered to buy her another drink to which she happily obliged.

and when she reached out to order another one, stephen took care of that too.

“thanks” anna smiled, giggling before she took a sip. “you’re spoiling me.”

“hardly” stephen smiled. “but i see you’re happy.”

“yeah, you don’t deserve that, you know? snapping at me and shit. but i always give in to your apologies.”

stephen’s smile disappeared and anna shook her head. “okay no, i was kidding.”

“no but you’re right” stephen whispered. “you’re being perfectly fair. in fact, you’re being generous. is there anything i can do to make it up to you?”

oh yeah. pin me against the wall and fuck me.

anna giggled at her own nasty thoughts, shrugging. “i don’t know.”

“what?” stephen smiled before downing his drink, feeling equally as giddy. “seems you had an idea there.”

“oh yeah” anna smile only grew wider. “you can’t handle it.”

“you sure about that? i just did open heart surgery a week ago.”

“yeah? that’s hot.”

anna could not believe she’d said that. but she was also just drunk enough to not care. christine was a bitch, nothing was ever gonna work out with stephen, what did she honestly have to lose?

but stephen’s response surprised her. “you think so?”

anna raised her brows, biting her lip. “mhm.”

“being covered in goo and blood sounds hot to you?”

anna snorted in response. again, couldn’t believe she did it but also could not care less. “don’t ruin it.”

“so what is it?” stephen pushed. “what can i do for you?”

those words made anna’s heart flutter. she felt a rush in her stomach, and she thought she could pass out from how attracted she was to this man. “told you, i don’t know if you could handle it.”

“try me.”

and that statement right there was tempting.

she looked up at him, letting out a soft breath as she studied his flushed face. everything about him seemed perfect. he radiated this magnetic energy that anna could not overlook, no matter how hard she tried. her eyes traced his face, his neck, the gaze fixating on his lips.

in that moment, she had a rush of confidence and yearning, and she felt herself lean in, it almost felt as if she was watching herself do it in third person.

she looked up into his eyes, asking for approval.

much to her surprise, stephen leant in, closing the gap.

it would have been a magical moment if wanda and sam hadn’t immediately rushed to their side. “hey girl!”

anna felt a tug as wanda pulled her back. “heyyy, what’s going on?”

anna glared up at her. “guys uh. do you mind leaving us alone?”

“hey, are you okay?” wanda whispered as she leant in, concern lacing her voice.

“i’m fine” anna pleaded. “i need this. please.”

“you’re gonna get your heart broken.”

“i know what i’m doing. i swear to god, if you don’t leave, i’m going to never talk to you again.”

anna didn’t mean it. but she was drunk. and very horny. and just wanted her stupid friends to leave.

wanda raised a brow. “okay but take care okay?”

she looked up and gave stephen a stern look. “be nice to her” she repeated, sounding a lot more serious this time before walking away.

anna rolled her eyes, “god im so sorry.”

stephen smiled and shook his head. “she’s only doing what any best friend would. are you.. are you okay?”

anna’s heart melted at his sweetness. “im.. im okay, you?”

“im.. more than okay” he left out a soft chuckle.

wow. anna had never seen stephen be this laid back and relaxed.

anna looked away awkwardly.

now, what?

they’d barely had the chance to kiss.

but stephen’s lips agains her were so soft. and his cologne was intoxicating. she was already practically wet and she wanted more.

she wanted, needed stephen strange.

“is this..” he spoke up. “is this what you wanted? when you said i couldn’t handle it?”

“so much more” anna sighed, her cheeks flushing. she looked up, meeting stephen’s eyes and she could swear her panties were soaked. “i… god, stephen.”

“what is it, anna?” stephen whispered, his voice a low hush. he had a more serious look on his face, his eyes falling to her lips. like he wanted her to say the words.

“i..” she sighed, her heart picking up pace. “stephen i…can you- can you kiss me again? please?”

“do you wanna go somewhere else?”

they ended up in the hosts’ bedroom like a couple of teenagers.

“are you sure this is okay?” anna asked as she stepped in. “isn’t this like a really professional party?”

“do you think doctors and medics just don’t ever… do stuff?”

anna shrugged as she looked around to face stephen, who was closing the door. “is it okay if i lock the door?”

“please.”

stephen did and turned to face anna, taking her in. he walked over to her, running her fingers down her arm as she let out a shaky breath. stephen smiled at her reaction, starting to feel his pants tighten. “may i?”

“please” anna pleaded, blinking up at stephen.

soon, he was leaning in, cupping her cheek in his hand as he kissed her softly, anna melting into the kiss.

she reached out to grab at the sides of his suit, growing needy for more.

as they broke free, anna kept her eyes closed, she could practically moan from just being so close to the man. “stephen. f-fuck me. please. god just. just pin me against the wall and fuck me. i- fuck, i need you so bad. please.”

she looked away as she opened her eyes, unable to face the man.

“hey” he whispered softly, hooking a finger under her chin and gently raising her face so their eyes would meet. “i want to. more than you know. but are you sure about this?”

“yes. god, so sure.” anna’s voice wavered. “are you… are you okay?”

“never been better” stephen whispered before leaning in to kiss anna, with more passion this time.

he circled his arms around her waist and pulled her closer, his hands riding up her sides.

the two were quick to lose their clothes because they weee so drunk and eager.

“you want me to pin you against the wall” stephen spoke, his voice rough as his lips trailed down anna’s neck. she whimpered softly, running her hands though his hair. “but god, i wanna bend you over so fucking bad.”

anna practically purred at the words coming out of the man’s mouth. “do whatever you want to me, daddy.”

stephen stopped momentarily and anna froze. “s-sorry.”

“shh don’t be” stephen shook his head and cupped anna’s face. “you can call me whatever you want. and daddy sounds really really hot right about now.”

anna smiled, biting down on her lip as she felt at the man’s arms. god, he was so strong. “and you can call me whatever you want daddy.”

she let her hand trail down to his crotch, rubbing it over his boxers. she knelt in front of the man, blinking up at him as she palmed his boner. “i can be your little slut. or your nasty whore. or just your girl. whatever you want. i’m all yours for the night, daddy.”

stephen bit down on his lip, holding back a moan. it was as if anna was saying everything right. it made his head spin, and his skin hot. he needed her as much as she needed him.

“can i?“ anna asked as she hooked a finger against the waistband of his boxers.

strange ran his hands through her hair. “god, fuck yeah.”

anna smiled at his eagerness and was quick to get rid of the boxers, practically drooling as stephen’s cock sprung free. “fuck.”

“you like that, baby girl?”

in response, anna leant in and licked up his shaft, causing the man to throw his head back and let out a moan, and anna felt an almost painful twitch in her core.

she sucked at his tip generously before slowly taking the whole thing in, moaning against his cock. she was definitely almost putting on a show. it was like she wanted to entertain the man as they pleasured each other.

“fuck, god” stephen moaned, sweat beading at his forehead. the response only grew louder as anna moved her tongue around, suckling on his dick and starting to bob her head against his length.

“fuck anna, oh my god. that’s so fucking good.”

anna pulled back with a pop, blinking innocently up at strange. “you like that daddy?”

stephen pulled anna up and crashed his lips against hers, murmuring against the kiss. “tell me what you want me to do, baby girl.”

“just take me daddy” anna pleaded, throwing her head back as stephen left sloppy kisses down her neck. “bite me, pull my hair. i live for that shit. pin me down, bend me over. spank me. god, i just want you so bad.”

he didn’t have to be told twice.

stephen undid anna’s bra as he led her toward the bed, both crashing into it as stephen remained on top of her, his hand immediately cupping at her breasts as soon as they were free.

stephen ducked his head, lapping at her erect nipples, causing anna to moan softly. “god, stephen.”

stephen didn’t even know if it was possible for him to get even harder, hearing his name fall off her lips like that.

stephen wrapped his arms around her and shifted the two into a more comfortable spot, before gently at her nipple, earning soft whimpers from anna as she tangled her fingers into his hair, arching into his mouth.

stephen peppered kisses down her stomach, leaving a little mark right below her bellybutton, earning a soft moan from anna as he gently bit at her flesh, his precum pooling at the head.

he’s settled on this instead of bending her over, he really wanted to see her pretty face throughout all of this.

he lowered himself, licking up her slit slowly, causing anna’s eyes to fall shut and mouth open, a moan escaping her swollen lips. “fuck daddy, please.”

“please what, kitten?” he mumbled into her core, lapping at her clit.

“fuck daddy” anna moaned softly. “fuck me, daddy. want to feel you inside of me so bad. so so bad”

“is that so?” he murmured smugly, pulling away for a second. feeling his breath against her core sent shivers up anna’s spine. “are you really so desperate for my cock, princess?”

“yes daddy” anna pleaded, her glassy eyes piercing into stephen’s. “i want your cock so bad, daddy. think about it all the time.”

“and i think about fucking you all the time, princess” stephen shifted his weight above anna, a hand above her head. he grabbed his shaft, rubbing his head teasingly against her opening, earning another whimper. “been waiting to fuck you so bad. look at you, a body like yours deserves a good fuck. i could fuck you all night, princess. and i bet you’d take it too.”

anna was practically purring at his words, and she felt like she could cry from how badly she wanted him. “daddy please.”

“please what, princess?” he whispered as he leant in, nibbling at her ear. “say it again for me? one more time?”

god, he was good at this.

“fuck me daddy. i want you so bad. please daddy, take me. fuck me as much as you like. i’m all yours.”

“damn right you are” stephen practically growled in her ear and embarrassingly enough that made anna moan.

stephen pinned anna’s wrists against the bed as he slid in slowly, observing anna’s face. his expressions softened. “is that okay?”

she nodded eagerly and stephen couldn’t help but smile a little. “should i keep going?”

“yes, daddy.”

stephen pushed in further and anna gasped.

he stopped. “still okay?”

“baby girl you don’t look okay” strange whispered softly. “want me to pull out?”

“no! please” anna breathed out softly. “just… maybe just stay there.”

strange nodded. he leant in, kissing anna softly, removing a hand from her wrist to caress her hair softly, soothing her.

“now, please” anna whispered softly.

stephen pulled back a little and went deeper, going in all the way.

“fuck” anna gasped in pain and pleasure. she always wanted to know what sex with someone with a dick bigger than average felt like.

she had no idea it would fill her up to the point of pain.

“are you okay?” stephen asked, searching anna’s eyes.

anna nodded. “just stay, please.”

“of course.” stephen gazed into her eyes. he felt his chest tighten and looked away.

making eye contact with her, it felt all too intimate. he felt a pang of sadness. he couldn’t let this go beyond just sex. he couldn’t… he didn’t want to emotionally bond. it just felt wrong.

anna’s sweet voice pulled him out of his thoughts. “you can move now.”

“are you sure?”

“yes, daddy.”

stephen had no idea being called that would have such an affect on him.

he began to glide slowly inside her heat, groaning softly. “fuck, so fucking tight”

anna blushed. “might have to do something with you being so fucking big.”

anna clenched her walls, elated with the reaction she got out of the man.

stephen gasped, a soft grunt escaping his throat.

anna was starting to adjust and the pain was starting to subside. “faster, daddy.”

“are you feeling okay?”

“perfect” she blinked up at him. “are you?”

stephen smiled. no one had cared to ask him that before. “baby girl you feel so fucking perfect. it’s heaven.”

anna smiled and stephen fastened his thrusts a bit, causing her face to scrunch up as she let out a loud moan. “fuck.”

stephen was hitting places she didn’t even know were possible to reach. her back arched into the man as she grabbed on to his biceps, her nails digging into him. “harder daddy. harder. so good. so so good.”

strange obliged, panting as he thrusted harder into her. “such a pretty thing, aren’t you? and so fucking tight for me.”

“all for you daddy.”

stephen hooked her legs around his waist as he pinned her arms against the bed, fucking her into the bed. the room filled with the sounds of the bed squeaking and their skin slapping, along with anna’s moans that progressively grew louder.

stephen shifted to hold anna’s wrists under one hand, he liked seeing her pinned down like that.

he moved his free hand down to her clit, stimulating her to an orgasm.

eventually, anna’s legs began to shake as her back arched, her eyes rolling back. “stephen. fuck stephen i’m coming. fuck. fuck, daddy. oh my god.”

stephen kept at it, watching anna come undone. and he couldn’t hold it back anymore. watching her writhe underneath him, and the obscene sounds leaving her mouth, he bucked his hips into hers and he was coming, his breathing growing shallow.

anna’s legs went limp and yet continued to shiver as she breathed loudly, unable to come down from the high of her orgasm. stephen leant closer to anna, nuzzling his face into her neck. “oh my god anna, you’re perfect.”

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a/n: god bless the pussy clench !! (sorry for being nasty but i mean its the truth). it happened!! i know i made you guys wait but at least there was smut. this is literally my first time ever writing smut and then PUBLISHING it for a bunch of people to read so im nervous as fuck lmao. i really really hope i did you guys good. and of course, there’s more to come. also all i can think of when i see stephen is daddy so i couldn’t help it. shoutout to the anon that said they were hooked because it really gave me that push. i’ve been so busy but i can’t let my side hustle (my full time job) distract me from my actual work (THIS) 😌 once again, thank you guys for reading and engaging!!!

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Hello! Could you please write something about the Twisted Wonderland dorm leaders having a crush on an alpha who is mute and trying to win their affection? Thank you very much :) I apologize if my English is not very good.

Apologies for the wait! I just love when inspiration only strikes at 4 AM ^^;- Mod Crewel.

Dorm Leaders trying to win the affection of Deaf!Alpha s/o.

Riddle:

🌹-For once he is somewhat glad his mother made him take so many lessons, he is rather fluent in ASL so he can communicate with his crush! He practices so that he can be fluent in conversation with the Alpha, helping them with classes and acts as a bit of a tutor for them, making sure they understand the material.

🌹- His feelings grow stronger every time he is near the Alpha and can't help but feel closer than ever to them, he finally gets the courage to ask them out by signing to them "Do you want to have tea with me?" One day. The look of surprise and relief when the Alpha signs "I would love to." sends Riddle's heart a flutter he hopes that this will be the beginning of a beautiful courtship.

Leona:

🦁- He doesn't really think much of the Deaf Alpha, that is until he finds a couple Delinquents causing them trouble. The Omega growls and scares the troublemakers away before helping the Alpha up. He doesn't understand ASL but he does know how to text. He exchanges numbers and makes sure that the Alpha is at least alright.

🦁- Of course Leona doesn't think much, he was just stopping some Jenks from messing with someone, but he admits he is surprised to see the Alpha so athletic. During phys-ed, he watches the Alpha run around and keep active just as well as those who can hear. After class Leona texts and asks if the Alpha wants to train for Magift together, nearly dropping his phone when they answered "Sure, it's a date!" … was it a date? If so, Leona wasn't gonna complain.

Azul:

🐙- When he finds out there is a deaf student on campus, his first thoughts are to make a deal with them to restore their hearing, perhaps in his favor. Though when he finally lays eyes on the Alpha, he just can't bring himself to act so selfishly.

🐙-Instead he spends his time learning sign language and attempts to communicate with the Alpha that way. The two become fast friends and before long they are spending more time together rather than apart. So courting was almost entirely skipped, not intentionally mind you! It just kind of clicks and both Azul and the Alpha realize that they are now a dating couple.

Kalim:

🦦-Kalim, bless this Omega's heart. When he first meets the deaf Alpha he is a little concerned that maybe he already upset them somehow, only to find out after tapping their shoulder to ask a question that they just aren't able to hear anything. This concerns him even more, wondering how he could make friends with the Alpha until Jamil suggests trying to lean Sign language.

🦦- Kalim practices sign language and actually kind of finds it fun, it has a lot of movements and different ways to express yourself! When he is confident enough in his abilities, he goes to the Alpha and asks them to eat lunch with him, to which the Alpha happily agrees. The Alpha does question if it is a date, and Kalim gets a little flustered. … I mean he didn't say "no"~

Vil:

🪞-He is quite shocked at first, with Vil being an actor and performer, he couldn't imagine losing such an important sense like hearing. He does find the Alpha on Magicam and decides to message them one day, first mentioning how he knows they go to similar classes, and when if they may be able to meet up. The Alpha is nearly floored when Vil messages them, responding and eagerly replying yes to meeting up.

🪞- Vil finds himself pleasantly surprised by the Alpha, learning about their likes and dislikes, how they have adapted to their condition and how they still enjoy watching the performing arts, even if they can't hear what actors are saying. Vil invites the Alpha to a few special screenings whenever he is cast for a show, and ensures that there are subtitles… Needless to say he finds himself infatuated with this Alpha soon after.

Idia:

💀-Idia is at first relieved that the Alpha can't hear his muttering and mumbling, but that soon turns into "Wait- if they can't hear me then… what are they thinking of me?!" He gets a bit of panic and is torn between trying to confront the Alpha and ask them, or just sitting by and doing nothing. Ortho urges Idia to attempt some form of communication, the latter opting to just use the internet to chat with them.

💀- The Omega is relieved and thrilled to find out that the Alpha enjoys playing online games, even joining in a couple of Coop games with Idia. He finds himself getting excited when the Alpha is online, and makes sure his game is multi-player before inviting them. The Alpha contacts Idia after a few weeks and invites him to join them at a convention. Idia's Otaku heart is about to explode, he immediately replies yes and starts asking about cosplay ideas… Wait is this technically a date-

Malleus:

🐲-The Fae is curious about this Alpha, they cannot hear, and yet they are completely unbothered by it… He wishes to speak with them somehow, giving Lilia a letter to hand to the Alpha. After Lilia delivers the note to the Alpha, Malleus is surprised that he even got a reply back! Most in the school wouldn't even dare to read a letter from Malleus, let alone reply.

🐲-The two exchanged letters, developing their friendship, sharing stories and learning about one another. Malleus wonders if the Alpha would be alright with accompanying Malleus on one of his nightly strolls… The Alpha is first to ask the Omega out however, visiting Diasomnia one day and signing if Malleus would like to go stargazing one night. The Fae prince almost immediately began planning a wedding the second the Alpha left to prepare for their date.

#omegaverse #abo #twisted omegaverse #omega!riddle #omega!leona #omega!azul #omega!kalim #omega!vil #omega!idia #omega!malleus #omegaverse prompts #deaf!Alpha!reader

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ejaydoeshisbest · 2 months

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This envy is an icky selfish thing.

It is sludge pooling inside my throat, obstructing my airways. It suffocates me when I see the goodness in people, the way beauty took her time molding them into her image, and how I feel like I am discarded as a defect. How their wide, bright, crystalline eyes reflect the rays; with all its shimmering tones and hues. How they can snatch tension in the air and wring it away, how they filter pollution and dust as it passes through their flawless pores. I shy away from their unabashed joy; the sheerness of their entire bright being lifting the dread, the halo above their heads blinding, taunting.

Sometimes, when the waves have stilled inside me and I stand at the eye of the storm, I even envy my relatives abroad living the good life. I envy how good their lives are, and how miserable mine is. I wish nothing but the best for them, my beloved, blessed relatives, and would never wish them harm. I love them, I love them. But every day that I live in this crumbling house and function with the mind and body I was born into, I cannot help but be envious.

My cousins were born strong; towering above most people in the neighborhood, with limbs and arms as mighty as the trees guarding the mountains. They needn’t worry about their lungs betraying them as they hop across the world with the money they saved. I envy how they can manage to save money in the first place. I envy how they don’t have to coordinate with their heart and mind and body and beg them all to work properly each day. They don’t have to press their palms against their chest to obsessively check their heartbeats once they feel the first bite of panic. They don’t have to rest between small mundane tasks for fear of their breaths hitching. They don't have to convince themselves they are fine, because they are. I envy the peace in their soul, the calmness in their spirit, as they live each day with grace, compassion, and love. They don’t have to hold themselves together, imagining themselves as loose spools of threads. They use their bodies as they were designed to do; to send and receive pleasure, to work, to enjoy the things that make life more meaningful.

I hate that I have to rely on them and that I am now branded as the unemployed, loser, weak, mentally ill cousin still stuck in the Philippines. The one that remained. The one who doesn’t belong. The black sheep of the family. Old, broken, alone. Fragile, weak, anxious, scared, depressed. THAT cousin. You know, HIM. He needs a lot of attention and reassurance. Be careful with him. Thank goodness he isn't here with us. He'll always be a dark cloud in our midst.

These are my words, not theirs. Not their actions.

They’ve been nothing but kind and loving to me. They are journeying with me and helping me best cope with whatever I’m going through. They are generous, and supportive, and…

and…

rich, and jovial, and far away from me living in their clean, large houses in a richer country with a government that cares for them instead of the corrupted government we have here.

It’s easy to squash down envy whenever I chat with them, because by then, love flows from the screen, but it still hurts when I see them turn their air-conditioner on as easily as if it was the equivalent of us turning the fan on here. Respect has taught us to never let envy win and the teachings of our elders say that we must only be glad of the good fortune of others, but I am so depleted that I can only manage to hide what I truly feel in that moment and concentrate on the love I feel for them all. I try not to feel envious when I see their spotless kitchens, their flat-screen TVs, their basic luxuries, their stairs, and their adorable healthy dogs.

It is so easy for them to do anything. It’s so easy to grab spinach feta rolls outside, go to Starbucks and get drunk on frappuccinos, travel to wherever, drive to the city, spend time with friends on some scenic route.

I envy how complete they all are; how effortless it is for them to grab someone by the arm and take them out to dinner or get a quick bite to eat; how free their movements are, unlimited, no worries to hold them back. No thinking “Will we have enough money for tomorrow? Will we have enough food?” There is always money where they are. There is always food. There are always bright days ahead. No one will abandon them, not in their tight community. There is always help available. Laughter with friends is a daily occurrence; a part of the sky as the sun, moon, and stars.

I feel envious that they have the strength to take care of themselves and each other while I remain dependent upon them. I envy the way they can help support my problems. I hate how I must make them feel; calling almost every day.

Words: Ejay Diwas

Art: Ungfio

#mental health #mental struggles #anxiety #depression #envy #loneliness #panic

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Chapter 6 “Celebrate! Party for ☆light" concert in Tokyo

We arrived at the venue with a lot of time to spare. There were many fans already waiting, and we even found some known faces. We catched up with them and soon the doors were open. We got the merch we bought, and it all looked so pretty, with their logo and their pictures. I started feeling those thrills… soon we would be together, and all of my hard work this year would be compensated. I was so excited!

“Yuu-chan, Yuu-chan!! Kei-chan looks the cutest in this clothes, doesn’t she?” Kaho kept bothering me about Keiko. Obviously, I did the same with Miyuu. We kept talking about our oshis nonstop… otakus can be annoying sometimes. Like, most of the time, but whatever. The huge screens started showing clips from their PVs, then started announcing their names. My heart was beating so fast… I was already waving my penlight like crazy, and yelling with all my might.

“Are you ready?” Miyuu spoke from afar. Oh. My God! They finally appeared on stage, and their clothes were so pretty. Without hesitation, the girls initiated their first song, 二人きりのタイム (Futari kiri no taimu/Time for only the two of us). The center was Keiko, and when Ilooked at Kaho for a second, she was literally crying. They were so pretty, so energetic! The fans were also at their prime, it seemed to be. Soon they started the second song, one step forward ☆ 進め! (One step forward susume/One step forward, keep going). The Rin oshis were so hyped (she was the center this time), and I particularly liked this song a lot, too.

But it wasn’t until the third song that I felt in Heaven. They performed PEACE! PEACE! PEACE!, which had Miyuu as the center. She shined so bright. Her dress, her blonde hair, her earrings and necklace, her shoes… everything sparkled. I was in a pretty good location (alongside Kaho), and we could see the stage really, really well. I was mesmerized, flabbergasted, even, and she was all I could see. I sang along with the chorus, repeating “PEACE! PEACE! PEACE!” whenever I got the chance to do so.

The song ended to initiate a MC.

“Are you guys having fun?” Miyuu began speaking. “Because we are. It’s so good, actually, to finally be here. We really, really thank you all so much for coming. For anyone who’s new, let’s introduce ourselves! Starting from oldest to youngest, ‘kay?” She said, then taking a sip of water. I kind of liked how sweat dripped from their cute little faces, and how they took longer breaths when they were MCing.

“Hello everyone. I’m Nishijima Keiko, the mom of the group, or so that’s how I’m referred to as… let’s enjoy this beautiful day!” Her oshis cheered delightfully, and she smiled, bowed and then looked for the next one in line.

“Hi guys! It’s been a while since the last concert. I’m Satomi. We worked really hard just for you, I hope you enjoy the songs we picked for tonight!” The same happened with her, and a little spoiler: the cheerings, bows and smiles did repeat for everyone else, so don’t make me mention it everytime.

“I already had some chat with you, right?” This time it was Miyuu speaking. “I’m the leader, Miyuu! I can’t wait to have even more fun with you guys. I hope you remember this day forever.” I was so glad to be there, not just that, but simply being alive at the same time as her… it made me feel so great. Everything made sense when I was with her.

Anna started talking, introducing herself as Miyuu’s little sister, but I was soon in some kind of trance. I had my eyes locked with Miyuu’s. Amongst the crowd, she had found me? Well, of course I was wearing her colors and merch, but… but she had found me. She had chosen to look at me. She was smiling, and waving her hand, and… just, staring, deeply into my soul. Just like in my dreams, she was looking at me. I felt somewhat blessed. If I ever disliked the feeling of being alive, or brought into this world, I couldn’t relate to it anymore.

When I regained consciousness of my surroundings, it was already Ayumi talking. She was still a little shy, and you could hear everyone saying “awn”. The MC ended soon after, with them announcing the next song, 笑顔とsunRISE (Egao to sunRISE/Smile and Sunrise). I kept finding myself in this weird position where I tried to be excited for the songs, but nothing could top the feeling I had when Miyuu was looking at me. It was something else. Some other kind of happiness. Maybe it was love. I hadn’t found it anywhere else before, so I was still a little unsure.

It was finally the time for Moonlight Monogatari and I was hyped once again. Just as I wished, I shouted the “Da-i-su-ki!” I wanted to shout so badly, and I jumped as high as I could. I guess I did stand out between the fans. Just a little bit. I was very, very excited. In the next MC they announced the new album again, and talked about the songs and the meanings behind them. They were all written by MiNA, but had co-writings of the girls themselves. I loved seeing that!

Miyuu started talking about her song, and I paid a lot of attention.

“My new solo, uh, Hanabi, is a love song. I guess you might not think I’m really suited for a love song, but I actually” She laughed, “I actually like them a lot. This is a song about lovers who were separated and have only memories to live on, unable to be together. When I read the lyrics MiNA-San wrote, I got really excited to sing this song. Please,” She held the microphone tightly. “pay a lot of attention to the lyrics that were written with all her heart.” And I was going to, obviously…<3 “I also have another announcement I’d like to make… it’s something for the future, though, but I’d like if you guys could start getting hyped by it. Our members aren’t just singers and dancers, some of us can also play instruments, so we decided to form a band! It’s me, Rin-tan, Yumecchi and Ayu-chan! I won’t reveal anything else yet, but we’re preparing really good music for you! It’s going to be really, really cool!” I knew Miyuu was a skilled guitarist, but I didn’t think the company would actually appreciate that. I was glad, happy, and even more excited. My heart was full of good feelings.

The concert continued, and we sang, cried and laughed a lot. I felt sudden sadness when it ended, although I was glad. But there was still the meet and greet session. I remembered my dream and… I felt a little… nervous… If Miyuu and I were able to look at each other that way, just like what I saw in my dreams… couldn’t.. Couldn’t she actually try to kiss me? Or is that too crazy? Am I too delusional…? But… there’s a possibility… right?

I woke up in a small room, with a woman staring at me.

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Awu & Xiao Qi | The Rebel Princess (ep. 18)

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littlefreya · 3 years

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August’s Box of Mystery

Summary: He left you all alone in his great castle by the sea and requested that you shan't touch yourself... can you keep your loyalty?

Prompted by @gotnofucks: “How do you feel August would react to knowing his girl uses sex toys when he is away? Would he feel jealous? Angry? Turned on?More importantly, what does he do? 👀”

Pairing: August Walker x Female Reader (No description of ethnicity or body type)

Words: 3k

Warning: 18+, smut + romance and fluff in the end. Female masturbation with a sex toy, voyeurism, sex-tape, cockwarming, mildly rough unprotected sex, breeding, breeding as punishment if to be exact, slight denial, MaleDom, creampie, a lot of it. Read the warnings properly, please.

*No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it, or parts it and claiming it as your own.

A/N: I am anxious about this one and hope you’ll enjoy, i’ve been rather influenced by Angela Carter writings. Many thanks to @the-soot-sprite @wondersofdreaming for feedback and @agniavateira for her review. Added notes and credits in the end!

Please reblog and comment if you enjoyed my work. 🖤

August’s Box of Mystery

Outside the bedroom window, the waves roared in a tempest's rage. Torrent after torrent, the sea unleashed brutal tentacles onto the salty iron rocks in a keen, vindictive urge to dismantle them to nought.

It was your own unruly longing that the ocean sensed: forlorn and listless, lying on your bed, the blue mist cloaking your heart.

August's sea-fort was a gilded cage. He had given you everything: diamonds brighter than the moon, sheets made of the softest golden silk, and even a ring to bind you to his unbreakable siege.

His only demand was that you will always wait for him, not only by flesh but soul as well. Despite his dark ambitions, trust and loyalty were qualities August valued beyond anything else.

But soon, you grew tired of watching the reflection of the tides refract upon the naked ceiling. A woman with fire for blood, you were forever tormented by your sultry nature and daydreams of that would make the devil blush.

Frustration gnawed at your bawls until—enough! You shot up from your bed—a storm of silky linen whirling around you like Venus emerging from spume on shore; and just as the goddess of love and beauty, you too yearned to be penetrated. Nibbling your nails, you glanced at the open door, your mind seeing beyond thick walls into his office where he kept a chest filled with illicit delights.

Every now and then—when August's muse struck—he would bring one of his toys to the bedroom, but you weren’t allowed to play on your own.

Body.

Soul.

‘Certainly, August won’t be able to tell if I would be careful?’ You hoped and followed the oceanic breeze hymning from the corridors.

Sand stuck to your bare feet, the wooden planks gently wept beneath your stride. Tipping on your toes, you snuck into his cavernous study, the key stolen from his nightstand already seized between shaky fingers. Though August was absent, your heart thrummed with ire upon setting foot onto the furry rug, as if he was to appear behind you at any given moment.

It was a room that reeked of debaucheries of all kinds: "borrowed" works of art depicting naked nymphs adorned the cherry-wood shelves, divine entities hung onto the wainscoting, and trophies he kept from his victims were encased in a fancy vitrine. Even the slate-blue view felt different from this spot; the rocky piers seemed like a pathway to a marine graveyard.

You paid no mind. You knew who you married and gained nothing but ethereal bliss whenever August fucked you against the window for the shark and whales to see.

Like a girl crawling into the rabbit’s hole, you took half a twirl. There, below the large monitor plastered to the wall, stood the locked chest. Black and gold roses ornamented its exterior and a trident crest was engraved on the lock. Only a fool would overlook such blatant temptation, and though you were no foolish girl, you were feeble at the face of seduction.

Falling to your knees, you made haste to unlock the chest, your heart drumming in your ears with the notion that you defied the words of your strenuous lover. But the same muscle that pumped you with fear, pounded wickedness into your blood.

If only you were blessed with a shred of your husband’s patience.

All the toys inside were placed in order, sanitised, and appropriately boxed in such fashion that you knew August would notice if something was misplaced. The man had the capability of finding an eyelash on the carpet. Still, unrelenting desire strung the cunning finger you ran over the loot, carefully picking one of the familiar vibrators he used on you before.

'Here?'

Standing at the centre of his tidy office you contemplated, suddenly aware of how the room leaked of his entity; scented notes of old leather binding and his woodsy cologne threatened to adhere to your skin, making this mischief taste like a crime. It was best to keep all disobedient whims in an isolated location, you assumed and allowed your eyes to further drift and glide upon the large monitor and the antique desk where August kept the remote. An abrupt wicked idea swam into your mind, reminding you of his private collection.

Catalogued alphabetically, he kept them on his streaming device.

'It should make things quick...' you convinced yourself whilst nibbling on your bottom lip. How worse could it be, anyway? You already rummaged through his chest. Taking a gander at his not-so-secret directory was puny in comparison.

With your lungs in fists, you slipped your panties to your ankles and settled on the cosy leather chair in front of his desk. Ignoring the red flag waved by your anxiety, you reached for the remote and clicked the button.

August made no effort to hide his recordings, simply naming the directory as "Films," as if it contained ordinary Hollywood blockbusters. Impatient, you scrolled down the list, trying to keep the jealousy from simmering in your bawls. August wedded you in this fort, but he never captured you on film like he did his girls. All lovers from the past, of course, but still it almost irked you; yet you brushed these concerns away and picked a file with the name you liked most and pressed “play”.

The ocean's lament was instantly swallowed by guttural howls and grunts that took every empty space within the chamber. Before your flaring eyes appeared the most forbidden of spectacles— your husband taking a different woman. It was odd to hear the familiar timbre of his groans laced with the voice of another. It was even stranger to sense the unmistakable spark of desire jittering in your cove.

Poseidon himself could not compete with the glory of the man, naked and drenched, all muscles and might. Furious, he took her on her knees, his fingers cradling her skull, pushing her head to the pillows while restraining her wrists above the small of her back. She wasn't you and still you clenched, aroused by the sight of the sweat glistening the fur of his torso and by the lack of mercy in the violent motion that ended with the dutiful grind of his sac against her swollen lips.

You hadn't even realised how shamefully you dripped upon the oxen leather of the seat, your thoughts focused on the odd mixture of envy and lust that penetrated your blood.

Desperate to unleash the monstrosity building within your core, you spread your legs over the desk and pressed the toy between your slippery petals. A shuddering whine rode your breath at the brush of the buzzing device, the pleasure so unimaginable it nearly drowned your senses. Gasping, you fought to maintain a hooded gaze upon your lover and his ‘whore,’ and imagined that the rosy silicon phallus that entered your anticipating hole was his swollen cock.

Your walls quickly clenched around the toy in true longing while the window trembled under the muffled rumbling of thunder. Perhaps your passions thickened the clouds. Or maybe it was the immoral streak of ecstasy laced by danger. Whichever it was, it urged you faster toward imminent bliss.

The other woman’s moans entwined with yours while your wayward hand mimicked the rhythm of bodies slamming together in the same frantic chaos that swept you.

Sweat-riddled, your ankles lost way across the smooth surface of the desk, leaving oily markings in a frenzy as climax drew close.

‘Almost…’

‘So close…’

‘August!’

"Enjoying yourself, my little princess?"

Lightning painted the room bright purple, announcing the thunder that tore through the ocean. It wasn’t half as frightening as the low timbre of his voice, which cruelly withheld your ecstasy. The fervour in your veins turned glacial; one moment you ascended to the heavens and the next, got rejected at its golden gates. All the while the growls of his reflection on the monitor echoed through the chamber along with the buzzing toy still buried inside you.

It granted no pleasure now, but further stretched the guilt.

Calm and forebodingly stoic, August reached a curious hand between your quaking thighs, seizing the toy and flicking the switch off. Unable to lift your gaze to meet his severe face, you struggled to swallow and kept your eyes glued to the monitor. Yet, there was no escape from his reflection—the “real” him present in the room peered back at you through the glassy screen. Standing behind you, he etched his fingers around the headrest of the chair and tutted.

“Do you like watching me with others, sweetling? Did this video make you wet?” he asked curiously.

Before any words formed on your quivering lips, his hand fell to your mound. An intrigued “hmm,” flowed from his throat as he found you overflowing with arousal. Like a whore, you couldn’t help but squirm into his touch, your body still enraged of being denied pleasure, and so was the sky that now threatened to turn the ocean upside down.

You nearly gasped at the heavy patter of rain that began to hit the window.

“I…”

“Disobeyed me,” he completed the sentence, his voice mellow and pleasant though the caress of his breath on your face burned.

“...missed you.”

Your attempt to pacify him did not go unnoticed. Lips stretching to a slanted grin, he dared to replace the toy with two fingers that drove inside your gaping hole—sensing how you wrapped and suckled around his long digits like a carnivore plant.

“Such a sweet gesture,” he retorted, “and still, my love, my dear wife who I’ve given everything to, has defied me like a lawless brat…unable to wait for her husband to return from his very important meetings.” His dainty fingers pumped crudely deeper, not to please you but remind you who you belonged to.

Writhing in your seat, you fluttered your eyes shut. “Where were you?”

Ignoring your question, he leaned down, his lips mere inches from your ear and whispered, “I think it’s time I’ll tame my bratty woman for good, don’t you?”

You shuddered to think what punishment he had in mind, your heart sinking to a dark pit at the deadly kiss he offered next to your ear; but then, he took your wrist and in a surprising tenderness guided you from the chair to bend over the desk.

Predictably, the movie had run its course and started again from the beginning, her promiscuous moans and the pounding of their flesh stealing your attention for a split second.

Having you at a disadvantage, August drew an invisible line from your spine to the curve of your behind, his fingers mimicking lines drawn on soaked sand. “All this sea salt in the air around us and your skin is still so tender,” he murmured lovingly and secured a hand around your nape, holding your head forward.

It excited you to watch them before and now with his groin hot and hard against your bare crease you were nothing but craving his cock.

“Is this going to hurt? Will you spank me? Treat me like that whore on your film?” you asked naively, smoothing your sweaty palms across the antique wood with dark anticipation.

“No, my beautiful angel.” his belt clicked and dangled like a set of heavy keys of a warden toying with his captive, “You are not my whore, but my wife. Which is why I’m going to put my child in your reckless womb to end your wicked ways once and for all.”

A gasp of shock left your throat, dazed by his threat you turned to protest. But the air drowned in your chest and your entire body stiffened as August’s ‘leviathan’ split your succulent flesh. Vulgarly you were penetrated, his size stuffing you so deeply, you felt the aching pressure in the pit of your belly.

August stilled for a moment, lingering at the sensation of your hot cove fitting around him in both a strenuous protest and the pathetic defeat in which your body seized the beast, milking it in an attempt to rope him into your womb forever.

“Oh, my sweet wife, I will stretch your little cunt to sheath me that not even these toys will please you. You see, everything here belongs to me, even your defiant womb. And I will leave a piece in me there to teach you a lesson.”

“I don’t think I am ready!” You whined, but the thought of being bred and carrying his child made your cunt unwittingly twitch. Your canal sucked him even deeper if it was even possible.

August sensed your convulsion and growled, his hips pressed unfathomably tight against your rear, making your cheeks ache from the press of his bones. It was torture with the film playing right in front of you; falling into a lucid delirium, your mind replaced her with yourself, yet your August refused to move, withholding your pleasure, owning it, owning you.

His cock anchored hot and thick inside you, its throb as powerful as the thunder hammering the ocean.

You wanted to cry.

“August, please! I need you! I missed you!”

With a harsh pull, he drew back and bludgeoned your crease, his might so vulgar the tip of your toes levitated from the ground. Again, and then again… he grunted at the choke of your flesh around him. Paying you no courtesy, he shook and pounded you almost terrifyingly as meticulously as he did this woman.

His fingers burnt around your waist, so harshly you thought you’d never be able to sense anything but his grip under your skin.

“Oh!” fat tears rolled down your cheeks, your breath a wheeze. Piteously you crumbled onto the desk. Thunders, cries, sounds of rutting flesh, and grunts surrounded you in this cavern of sin; you didn’t know which were yours and which were from the recording. All you knew was that he never took you so zealously before, you were at the brink of either rapture or falling to the abyss.

“You’re too deep! Too rough!” you wailed, unable to adjust to his pace but truthfully you didn’t want him to slow down. Currents of bliss submerged your loins the rougher he fucked you. The hot tingle in your core stormed with every collision of his cock with your cervix.

August reached from your neck to your jaw then and held your face to the screen.

“You wanted to watch her while touching yourself. Do you want to be her?” he growled and increased the pace, splitting through your body the way Dagon ripped open the waves.

Even if you had words, you couldn’t bring yourself to speak.

“You can never be her my darling,” August said and removed his hand from your hip. There was a quick drag of his drawer behind you and a rummaging sound. “Here, I’ll make us a short film; memorise this moment when you conceive me an heir.”

Struck by his words, you turned to stare. The sight of him behind you, inside you, was far more worthy than any film: sweat trickled down his messy curls and arduously strained face, his cerulean shirt damp and his mouth open as his fingers clutched the camera that was directed to the point where you were joint.

Unrelenting, your orgasm flooded through every muscle like a wave of destruction that wrecked every organ within you until you felt nothing but bliss. You felt August’s heart beating in yours.

There it was. Euphoria.

You drowned in it. The maelstrom inside you swallowed and sank his ship as well. With a loud shout of surprise, he broke apart and erupted inside you, his creamy gift ploughing your womb until it overflowed and dripped down your quaking thighs.

The rumbling from outside eased now, the clouded sky groaned with a release, their tears melding into the ocean never to be seen again.

August remained inside you, his breath thick, his hips gingerly grinding into yours to make sure his seed will take.

“There you go, my special girl.” his voice came huskily. “Now you will never be alone, unlike these women I can’t even remember.”

Your hand instinctively snapped to your lower belly, soothingly caressing it in a reverie. You felt battered, full, and disgustingly and arousingly dirty as he swam inside you.

Yet the thought that he impregnated you made your heart flutter.

Was there a more eternal symbolism of love than a legacy?

“August…” you whispered. Beneath you, the desk slightly shook, little tremors vibrated against the delicate pads of your fingers. Turning your head back, you offered him an enamoured glance and reached a hand in plea to lace fingers with his.

His storm-kissed eyes softened and he broke into a sigh at the sight of his wife at her best submissive behaviour. The greatest of all delights was to refine a crude rock into a fine delicate diamond. Proudly, he took your hand in his, entangling your fingers together, yet he kept the video-camera aimed at your joint bodies.

“Don’t move,” he breathed behind you and carefully pulled out his shaft from your flooded hole. A velvety chuckle played on his tongue, impressed by the wet plop and thickness of the cream that leaked off your entrance. Your cheeks burnt as you realised what he has done; your lips parted open to complain but then, with his cock already fully rigid and thick, he plugged you once more, shoving his seed back inside you.

“What are you doing?”

“Waste not, my angel,” he tutted and remained still, brushing his knuckles up and down the curve of your rump.

“Oh, how long?” you whined, uncertain if you are capable of staying this way with him throbbing between your taut walls.

“Until the sky clear up?...” he suggested, voice haunted by lingering satisfaction.

The waves of your previous orgasm were yet to ebb, and now stronger tides began to emerge. Frustration grew within once again and sadly, August’s will had the mettle of an anchor.

“At least tell me where you were!” you yelped.

August scoffed, and wrapped his hands around your waist, only slightly guiding you back into his hips. “No, no, my love. Every marriage needs a little bit of mystery, as you’ve already learned. But now do me a favour,” he uttered and placed the remote next to your hand.

“Play us another one? We might be here a while.”

Credits: Dividers by @firefly-graphics. Themes Inspired by Angela Carter’s Bloody Chamber. Leviathan inspired by @sillyrabbit81!!

Disclaimer: I don’t own August Walker or Mission Impossible.

#henry cavill #august walker #august walker x reader #august walker fanfiction #henry cavill x reader

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missmonsters2 · 3 years

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today I feel awful... idk my insecurities are taking over me and I just want to curl into a ball and cry. maybe it's my hormones maybe the fact that I weighted myself and found out I gained weight (I can't fit into my jeans 😭) and the fact that I saw my sister in a tight skin dress looking perfect while I'm in my pj's just destroyed my confidence. I need something angsty to read to make me forget about my sad, miserable lffe right now. would you be down in writing sth angsty with nat maybe? you don't have to though. it's fine either way. I really appreciate all of your work and I keep reading on repeat whenever I'm feeling down. makes me cheer up. thank you, van ❤️

It's like we're the same person because I also went to visit my sister recently and my sister has gotten her life together and is living her best hot girl bod while I...let's not go there.

I just want you to know that you're hot as fuck and a body is just a body that we can change with time and effort. We're lit rally in this together. This time next year, we will be rocking the body that makes up happy and we'll be healthy!!! 💘💘

But I will still give you nat angst...but with a happy ending bc I said you deserve a HEA!!

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The Withers of Springtime Bloom

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Spring is a time of blooming and when things come back to life. You can't help but notice things that may be causing your relationship with Natasha to wither.

Warnings: self-esteem issues, insecurities about body, relationship with working out and food, seasonal depression. angst with HEA.

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You're not sure when things changed.

Things change so slowly after all.

Without you noticing, things change and change and change until one day, you do notice.

You notice that Natasha has become quieter, somber.

You notice the lack of date nights and affectionate touches.

You notice that you've let yourself go a little.

You're standing in front of the mirror, staring at your body with a frown. You've gained weight since dating Natasha, but relationship weight gain was normal, wasn't it?

But you remember how Natasha was just as fit as she was before she met you. Sure, she was a superhero, and you were a regular civilian; there was no reason for you to train long hours as Natasha did.

Still...

You turn to the side and peer at yourself in the mirror again.

You can't help but wonder...were you becoming less attractive to her?

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It had been the beginning of fall when you met Natasha. You loved the season of change and when things turned into warm colors before withering away for winter to come.

Natasha had come like a blessing, and in the winter, she was just warm as the colors of fall. Instead of withering away, she bloomed and invested that warmth in your relationship with her.

Despite always being an early riser to work out, weekends were the days she stayed in bed with you just a little longer. There had been so many breakfasts, lunch, and dinner dates. You found yourself moving things around or neglecting to work around her busy schedule.

Perhaps that was when things began to change. Eating out so often and forgoing working out to spend time with Natasha was what led to this.

Spring has arrived, and things are coming back to life. Yet somehow, your relationship with Natasha was withering away.

"Hey," you greet her as you come home, shopping bags in hand. You bought some more clothes when things felt like they didn't fit comfortably anymore. The experience had been upsetting for you, and you didn't end up buying too much, telling yourself you didn't want to spend too much when you were going to lose the weight.

Natasha was working in her office, peering down over reports, and barely acknowledged you other than with a hum.

"Long day?" You ask her as you put your things away and walk over to her.

"Yeah," Natasha sighed. "Trying to get these reports done since Maria needs them tomorrow."

That had been Natasha's excuse for spending long hours in her office every night for the last two weeks.

You place your hand on Natasha's shoulder with a reassuring squeeze, but she leans to the side as if to readjust herself, but still away from your touch.

The sting immediately comes, but you try to push it down, so it doesn't hurt as bad.

"Right," you say hoarsely, but Natasha stares on at the reports. "I'm just going to get ready for bed. It's been a long day and all. Let me know if you need anything."

Natasha gives you a nod as you leave the room. You feel awkward as you lie in the bed you share with her. You wonder if you're taking up too much space.

There's a pang of something as you try to curl yourself to be smaller and only distantly realizing you've skipped dinner before you fall asleep.

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You fall back onto the mat, chest heaving and your lungs burning.

It's been a while since you've worked out, and now you're definitely paying for it with how unfit you are.

The gym is moderately empty with the hour it is. You hate going to a public gym because it always feels like someone is staring, but it's better for strangers to stare than working out at the Compound for people you know to stare at you.

The rational part of you knows that you should just talk to Natasha, but the emotional side of you whispers that you won't like what Natasha has to say, that she might even end it before you've had a chance to change yourself.

When weeks pass, and you weigh yourself again, you almost start crying because you've only lost a couple of pounds.

It's normal, you know it is. You're losing weight at a normal rate, but it's not enough. You know fast weight loss wouldn't make sense for your body but you also feel you don't have half a year to go back to your normal weight.

You sit on the bathroom floor for hours, debating what to do when you hear a quiet knock.

"Sweetheart, are you in there?" Natasha's muffled voice comes through.

You wipe at your eyes furiously as you stand up.

"Y-Yeah," you answer back. "I'm just in the tub soaking."

There's a moment of silence through the door before Natasha answers back, "Alright. Enjoy yourself. Did you want me to order anything specific for dinner?"

"No, it's okay," you tell her. "You order anything you want. I already ate on my way home." You think about the chicken salad you've been eating for the past two weeks and almost sigh.

Natasha answered that she just came back to see if you've eaten, but she actually had to head back to the Compound. You were Natasha shuffling around before leaving through the front door, and you let out the breath you were holding.

You actually take a long, hot shower before putting on sweats and a big hoodie.

The truth was, you were hungry. The chicken salad was okay on the way home, but it had been a couple of hours since.

You knew starving yourself wasn't the answer, so you went into the kitchen to see if you could find something healthy to hold you over until you could go to bed.

But you can't find anything in the fridge except for Natasha's leftovers from whatever she ordered the day before. You can't find anything except frozen pizzas and microwavable foods.

You check the calories on the back and let out a frustrated sigh. Checking your watch, you realize it's too late in the evening to go grocery shopping because, by the time you get there, stores will have closed.

You slump down on the floor, leaning against the cabinets as you let out a pathetic whimper while your eyes became hot with tears.

You miss Natasha. You want Natasha holding you and telling you it would be okay. But you couldn't have that until you were back to what you were when you met her.

The front door suddenly opens.

"Have you seen my—sweetheart?" Natasha started to call before she noticed you sitting on the floor. "What's wrong?"

You use your sleeve to wipe at your eyes as you sit up straight.

"Nothing," you sniffle before you start to stand. "I just stubbed my toe against the edge of the kitchen island. What were you looking for? USB? You left it next to the bedside."

Natasha stares at your back, hair still wet as she takes in your attire.

"It's a little hot to be wearing a hoodie and sweats, isn't it?" Natasha asks softly. "Doesn't seem like you turned on the aircon in here."

You keep walking, but Natasha starts to follow you.

"'m cold," you say quietly so she can't hear the tremble in your voice.

"Are you feeling sick?" Natasha asks with concern as you sit down on the couch, turning on the TV. You pull the blanket over you as if to make your point.

"No," you tell her because you don't want her to worry. "Just cold after a bath."

Natasha sets her things down before she takes a seat next to you. Even in the low lighting, she can see your eyes rimmed red and dampness of them.

You're refusing to look at her as you have your knees drawn up to your chest and stare stubbornly at the TV screen.

Then she hears it.

Your stomach grumbles.

"Are you hungry, sweetheart?" Natasha asks softly again. "We can just order food and stay in tonight."

Your cheeks grow hot. "Don't you have to be at the Compound?"

You don't mean to snap at her, but you can't help but feel embarrassed.

Natasha remains quiet for a moment, quickly thinking over the last few weeks before she feels guilt trickle in.

She doesn't remember the last time she ate with you—doesn't remember the last time she saw you eat.

"Sweetheart," she calls you gently again, and you bristle at the tone. "Is there something wrong?"

The fragile dam you've built to keep the weeks of compiling emotions at bay breaks, and you're hurtling down the stream over the waterfall.

"Are you not in love with me anymore?" You choke out as you begin to cry.

You can't even register to feel horrified at your breakdown because you just need to know.

"I know...I know my body has changed since we first met and I've gained weight but I really am trying to lose it. I just—I feel like you're avoiding me. At first, I thought things at work have been really stressful for you, and I wanted to give you space but you're gone all the time. You're gone even when you're here."

Natasha can barely understand anything you've said after hearing you say the first part. Her breath hitches painfully in the back of her throat, and she legitimately feels appalled at herself.

She starts to say something, but you keep going.

"I'm sorry, I don't want to make this about me because if you're going through something then I want to support and be there for you. But I can't help but feel like you're grossed out by me. I mean—I feel grossed out when I look at myself. I feel like I'm taking up so much space—"

Natasha cuts you off abruptly, pulling off the blanket as she pulls at you until you're in her lap.

"Nat—"

"You're not gross and this is not about the weight you have or have not gained. You hear me?" Natasha says forcefully as she holds you close to her, hand over your thigh to keep you against her.

"God, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry if I've been making you feel like you're not attractive me," Natasha's eyes well up as your tears wet her shoulder. "You're literally still the most gorgeous person I've ever met and you're always going to be that to me."

Natasha's hand at your waist dips underneath your hoodie, her fingers trailing up your back as she sighs at your warmth. "I should've told you, but the springtime is just really hard for me. It's odd because it's a time for things to come back to life but some of the worst things have happened to me during the spring and things blooming makes me think about things that aren't coming back. I think it's also just a little bit of seasonal depression too. I'm just the rare percentage that gets it in the spring."

The explanation makes your body sag with relief because while you feel so horrible that there is a reason Natasha doesn't like spring, she's not falling out of love with you.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize that I was hurting you," Natasha apologizes again. "I didn't mean to be so distant but I didn't want to bring your mood down as well, which is why I've been working so much to keep busy."

"It's okay," you muttered as your turn your head, forehead pressed against her neck. "I'm sorry spring is depressing for you."

Natasha merely hushes you as she kisses the side of your head.

You begin to feel awkward, thinking about how you must be heavy on her and try to move, but Natasha doesn't let you.

"Sweetheart, I don't know how to convince you that you're perfect to me," Natasha says so seriously as she forces you to look at her. "If you want to lose weight because that is what you want, then I support you. But I need you to understand that I love you no matter what. I don't care either way because you're so fucking lovely to me always. Do you understand?"

Timidly, you reply, "Okay. Thank you."

Natasha presses her lips against yours in a long kiss before she pulls back.

"Now, I'm going to ask again. Are you hungry? We can order in and watch that new show on Netflix I heard was pretty good from Wanda."

You feel lighter. You think you might still want to work out because that would make you happy, but you don't feel the rush like you did just a couple of hours ago.

"Yeah," you say shyly. "But maybe something not so heavy?"

Natasha nods as she presses another kiss into your cheek as she helps you settle onto the couch right beside her to grab her phone.

"Anything to make you bloom."

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A Sister's Love

Pairing: Platonic Damian Wayne x Al Ghul!Reader

Warnings: Injuries and blood. Drugging, Trafficking and sexual assult but these are not the main themes.

Word Count: 4.9K

Summary: You realize you have a lot to learn about yourself outside of your little brother, Damian's, shadow.

A/N: Was originally gonna make this a Dick Grayson x Reader but realized it would be weird cuz of mixed families and stuff. And I don't wanna be pushing the boundaries of incest.

Growing up in the League of Assassins meant a lot of things for you. It meant that you were raised to be powerful and commanding. It meant you knew how to kill a man in 47 different ways and counting. It meant that you were raised to rightfully think that you were the best.

Although for every good thing there was always cons. Your schedule was rigid and your peers were unfeeling. Your mother most of all, but that didn't stop you from trying to win her affection. It was the reason why when your little brother was born you felt threatened.

That was until you met little Damian. Your mother had handed him to you with a smile of pride that she never showed you and you hated him. But then you saw his precious little face, a nose tinier than a button and adorable lips that were curled into a pout. He was so beautiful.

Since then, you put any differences you might have had with your mother behind you. According to Ra’s it would have been a mistake to show Damian such tenderness, to teach him about loyalty to your heart, instead of without it.

But Talia couldn't ignore the tug she felt in her heart seeing you and Damian together. You still worked hard, harder than she had ever seen before, now determined not to show that you were weak and have them take your brother from you. Damian followed your example, training to her approval, however taxing it was for him.

And more importantly, Damian loved you. You were the first woman he had ever loved and he was smart enough to know that would never be a mistake. You were his shelter in a storm, his fire in the cold. You were the best sibling that anyone could ever even dream of.

But then you had to part. At age 10, Damian went to live with his father, Bruce Wayne. You had never met the man when he was with your mother and you assumed you wouldn't need to, he wasn't your father.

Both you and Damian didn't want to leave each other. You'd miss your little brother and you'd miss the feeling in your chest whenever you'd look at him. Damian would miss home; he would miss your presence and he would miss the familiarity. But he couldn't stay.

That's something you learnt at the League. Damian couldn't stay, with you. He was meant for bigger things than you.

Another thing you learnt was that you didn't have to stay either. You wanted to see the world, see what everything else had in store for you. And your mother, bless her, gave you her blessing.

Of all the things the league taught you, there were things they missed out on. And a part of you was thankful for that. Because you enjoyed the feeling of wide-eyed wonderment when you stepped into a train station for the first time ever.

You had never tasted a chocolate muffin before, you realized as you stuffed your face at a local bakery. Coffee and chocolate muffins went well together. You liked sweet things better than spicy things, you noted when you didn't enjoy the tteokbokki you bought at a Korean food stall.

People were kind, not foolish. They smiled at you when you came in and genuinely asked you where you were headed. Like the woman you met on the tram who was heading to Washington DC. Even through the short ride, the two of you had bonded and she had left you with her phone number and a promise that if you were ever in DC, you would ring her up. Diana was trusting, too trusting. You could have assumed it was because she was stupid, but you wanted to believe it was because she was smarter than even you.

Some people were kind like her but of course, some were impolite and pig-headed. You of course didn't waste any time putting them in their place. Maybe that was why you shouldn't have any faith in humanity.

But isn't humanity just the thing you should be putting faith in?

It was fun at first, discovering new things, seeing how people really lived outside of books and things taught to you back at the League. You knew everything, you weren't naive enough to be oblivious but reading about something was miles apart from actually experiencing it.

After a while however, you got lonely, it was a huge world with people constantly moving and you've come to realize that unless you're with somebody, you can't really move from your place. Instead, you'd be stuck watching all of them. So, you sought after your brother.

It was easy enough to track Bruce Wayne, he lived in a house large enough to be seen from outer space. Getting to Gotham took longer than you expected. Time passed so easily when you didn't have a purpose but now that you had somewhere you needed to be, the train couldn't go any slower.

Gotham City was less gloomy than people made it out to be. The sun was shining and the city was bustling. In some ways, it seemed a little homey. Maybe that was because you didn't have to worry about someone hurting you. If anything, they should pray that they don't choose you as their next victim.

Of course, you could've gone to Wayne Manor and introduced yourself civilly but you wanted to see Damian more than anything and didn't want to delay it any longer. And more than that, you wanted to see Damian is his cute little school uniform.

That's what led you to wait outside of the well-reputed Gotham University, waiting patiently for the bell to ring and students to file out of it. You already knew that they wouldn't come out singing like in the movies but a very small fraction of you still hoped.

Your heartrate increased with every passing minute, excited to meet your brother after nearly a year of being apart. Eventually, the bell did ring and students began trickling out of the doors, looking like bumble bees, excitedly zipping around and talking to their friends.

'Would this have been my life if I was never born in the League?' You wondered, looking at a girl who was animatedly chatting with her friend, arms interlocked as they moved towards the parking lot where their parents were waiting.

When you finally saw Damian, you suddenly felt out of place. Like an outsider watching someone else's brother when you saw his eyes lock onto someone in the commons. Even though you weren't on the school campus, you could still recognize who it was.

Richard Grayson, oldest son of Bruce Wayne, waiting to pick up your little brother on a motor cycle.

And for the first time in your life, you experienced insecurity, watching them greet each other like brothers. The feeling was sour and you wondered if it was a mistake coming here, thinking that you still had a place here.

It was true, people didn't move from their place unless they had someone to go with. You hadn't felt fulfilled like that since your brother stopped being at your side. He was everything you knew. It was just your mistake for thinking that in the year apart your brother wouldn't have found anyone either.

***

"Drake, pull up the security cameras from today at my school parking lot." Damian ordered, stepping into the Batcave.

"No 'Hello', no 'How you doing?', it's always 'Tim, do this' 'Drake, do that'," Tim commented sarcastically but still pulled up whatever he needed, "And then as soon as I give you what I want, you're going to forget me again. And not even visit the kids."

Dick spared him a laugh at his dramatic scene, ruffling his hair as greeting and then turned his attention to the screen. The footage was played at double the speed until Damian's eyes locked onto just what he wanted to find.

It was just for a second, when Dick's motorcycle had zoomed past but that was all he needed. Damian had seen your face and it wasn't any mistake, he'd know you even if he was blind. Even though he was so sure it had been you, he still couldn't hide the way his body froze, eyes wide when he saw your face.

It was the same face he'd see every night before he went to bed and the very first person he wanted to see every time he woke up. Your image was what came into his mind when he thought of being nurtured, when he thought of being safe.

There was a time when he was younger, too young, there was a thunder storm. He doesn't remember much from the night, just hiding his face against your chest and you wrapping a blanket around him. His mother trained him even harder the next day, until he almost dropped but he'd never forget curling up to your warmth. Not even now, when he knew that thunder storms were the least of his fears.

It was as simple as that. With his father and brothers, he didn't have to worry about looking weak, he didn't think of love as a weakness, rather he considered it as the fuel behind strength. Yes, his father taught him well. And now he would show you just how much he's grown. So, you can be proud of him.

"We need to find her."

"Why? Who is she?"

"My sister."

***

Of all the things you wanted to experience, visiting a bar was one of them. Was the air really enough to intoxicate you? Were you really going to lose all sense when you stepped into it? Would be able to drink your troubles away?

You were sorely disappointed. The alcohol didn't taste good, it burned when you swallowed it and made your tongue feel fuzzy. The music was so loud that your brain began throbbing against your skull to the beat of the song.

Men were picking fights and women were having fun but even then, you couldn't find it in yourself to get up and actually have fun. I mean, how were you supposed to? How was cosying up against a drunk man supposed to make you feel better? How was getting lost in throngs of sweaty people who didn't know what personal space was meant to improve your mood?

If anything, it just reminded you of just how pathetic your life was.

You were realizing you had no purpose. Damian was all you had known for years now, knowing only to protect him with your life and love him with your heart. Who were you without him? What did you like? What made you happy outside from your duty at the league?

A man knocking into you brought you out of your thoughts, which had been happening all night. Except this man stopped in front of you and gave you a smile that turned your stomach upside down.

"Sorry about that pretty lady, let me buy you a drink to make up for it." He spoke with a voice that was trying to be smooth but instead sounded like metal scraping over each other.

"No, thank you." You said sharply, not yet done with your Manhattan anyway. You were barely enjoying your time here as it was and you were sure another drink wouldn't change your mind.

"Not a fan?"

You shook your head at him, choosing to humour the man.

"Then let me buy you another one, if you don't like it then you have nothing to lose."

You pretended to giggle at him and he swelled with pride. Did he think he was winning?

"One Boulevardier." He told the bartender who nodded and began preparing the drink. Until it was ready, you indulged the man in front of you who reeked of cigarettes and alcohol.

He placed the drink in front of you and if you hadn't known that it would burn going down and turn you into a shell of yourself, you might have been curious to what it tasted like.

"You see that dude over there?" He nodded to a man standing in the other corner of the bar and you turned to look at him. Another man, covered in tattoos who didn't look any different than the one standing behind you.

"He's my pal, owns the bar. Ask him and he'll hook you up with free drinks tonight. For a price, of course."

You turned back around to face the man and out of the corner of your eye saw something dissolve into your drink. It was only for a second but you saw the last remaining grains turn invisible and you definitely noticed the way the once steady drink was now swirling into a vortex in the middle.

"Drink up, princess."

You smirked. Tonight, might be fun after all.

***

This was boring.

You had been pretending to be unconscious for about 40 minutes while these men drove you to some undisclosed location. Their conversations were unbelievably dry and it's not like you had anyone else to talk to. Everyone else who might have been even mildly interesting were knocked unconscious.

Eventually they pulled up to some sort of holding facility and if your assumptions were correct then this would be a midpoint before they sold all the girls here to some sort of pimp.

Once they lugged you off the truck and threw you into a room with so many other people, you could hear their breathing did you open your eyes. It seemed like this was some sort of abandoned butcher or meat factory, judging by the ominous hooks hanging above your head and the metal walls. The door had been bolted shut, the only way to look through it was a small glass window.

Only after you finished taking in your surroundings did you even look at the other women who had been trapped in the room along with you. Your stomach turned.

There were so many unsuspecting faces who looked like they didn't sign up for this. Half of them looked under the influence of something, sweating profusely even in their sleep, faces scrunched up in pain. The other looked like they were forcibly taken, bruises covering their skin, hair and clothes in disarray and more than half of them had either a black eye or a swollen lip.

Maybe it was their fault for not being trained, that's what someone at the league would've said. But isn't it their captors’ fault for misusing their training, their strength, for something as vile as this?

You decided to wait, you couldn't assume that this small group of girls was the only one in the confines of the building. How many more were here?

You weren't feeling overwhelmed, not at all, not with the weapons that were littering you. A kunai hidden is either of your boots, throwing stars in your pockets hidden underneath your vest and a war fan in your pocket. You could handle these clowns without even looking up.

But it wasn't your life you were concerned about. It was the lives of these underaged, vulnerable girls who had fallen prey to these monsters.

While you were waiting a couple of the girls started to wake up. Some were still heavily drugged, still groggy when their eyes fluttered open and unable to focus onto anything. Others shot up straight as an arrow and began crying, screaming, begging for them to let them out.

They were ignored, by both their captors and you. Why try and reassure then when you weren't sure what was going to happen. More importantly, why throw off the monsters lurking outside the door that there was one woman who hadn't been phased.

Instead, you just stared blankly, trying to get comfortable and hear anything through the walls. Eventually, you heard the sound of footsteps coming towards the room. You covered the lower half of your face with a scarf, making sure that anyone who left here alive today, wouldn't be able to remember your face. Whether it be as a saviour or their punisher.

The girls whimpered and curled into one another, crying quietly and you felt sympathy. There was no way they'd be able to move forward from this without having fear stab at their heart with every step they took. You could only hope they had something in their life that would make them feel safe.

For tonight, you'd be that for them.

A few men opened the door with a cruel smile, stepping inside for a second before bolting it shut. They flaunted guns and other weapons to the girls, finding pleasure where there should be compassion and worry. You were disgusted watching their smirks twist maniacally when the girls cried harder seeing them brandish their weapons.

One of the men stepped forward and grabbed the girl closest to him who begged and cried to spare her. His disgusting hand might as well be made of acid because you almost felt the sick burn when it snaked between her legs and copped a feel while she sobbed and screamed, trying to fight him off.

You grabbed one of your weapons and returned their sick grins with one of your own.

It was going to be hard to cop a feel when he can't feel anything.

You were going to break each and every bone in his hand to ensure that.

***

"Can I borrow your phone please?" You asked the bloody and broken man by your feet. He glared at you and spat blood on your boots, unable to do anything else. You sighed and faked a pout.

"Is it here?" You wondered, holding the dirtied boot over his ribs and his eyes widened, catching drift of what you were about to do. You rammed your foot into his broken ribs, courtesy of yourself, and he screamed bloody murder. Music to your ears.

"Apparently not. Want me to check your pants?" You asked, raising a brow and he frantically shook his head, using whatever strength left to pull out his phone from his pocket and you smiled, thanking him quietly.

"Now, let's hope that one blow is enough to put you out of my misery." You sang, punching him right in the face and he passed out. Lightweight.

You took a look around the place, seeing bodies littered over the place like confetti. Blood was scattered on the ground and you're sure if people looked hard enough, they'd find someone's teeth. You on the other hand looked fine.

You sat on the floor, crossing your legs comfortably, tired after the fight and dialled a number onto the phone.

"Hello, police?"

"Yes, how can we help you?"

"Well, there's a sex trafficking scam going on at my location. Quite shoddy but they have a number of women trapped here and it would be nice if you could send backup to have them escorted home safely."

"A sex trafficking scam?"

"Well, it could be just a regular trafficking scam but I'm not too sure."

"All right, I'll have someone check it out."

"Good, and I realize you might get a lot of calls like this but please don't talk to me like I'm an idiot. Tell your people to send a couple of ambulances as well, you'll need them."

"Of course."

You could only hope the person on the other end of the line would eat their words when it was on the front of the newspaper. For now, your work was done.

In the meantime, how were you going to get anywhere from here? Where even were you? Was there anyone even conscious here who could give you directions? Or would you have to call the police again to find out where to go?

Not that you'd wait long enough for them actually arrive here. You'd return to the bar way before that for another drink. Maybe now you'd actually be able to enjoy one.

Just as you were about to leave, you heard a creak coming from the other end of the warehouse. It echoed through the halls and you leapt to your feet, soundless moving to hide in the shadows and pulling out a kunai.

The footsteps that followed it were light and airy, barely even touching the ground. They were trained, whoever they were. You kept your ears open in order to hear something.

"Whoever was here was trained." You heard someone comment.

"Are you really that stupid, Nightwing? It's obvious that my sister was the one who took out this ring and reported it." Came the snappy reply back and your breath caught in your chest. Make no mistake, that was your brother's voice.

"We must find her."

He was actually looking for you? He knows you're here? You're not entirely surprised, you haven't exactly been careful or stealthy when it came to concealing your face around Gotham. A mistake on your part but you couldn't have been more relieved.

You still remained quiet, not wanting to disturb the flow, not wanting to interrupt. You had the mind of a soldier but when there was no one to follow you seemed more like a sheep. It made you feel slight shame, that you were unable to stick up for yourself despite being so many things.

Maybe, the league wasn't the best thing for you.

Immediately you scraped the thought from your mind, berating yourself for even thinking that. The league had given you everything, everything you were today was because of them. You were strong and calculating, the leagues proud soldier.

You were proud of your roots, thankful that you grew up to be the person you were. They had given you everything, and your brother was just one of the gifts that you had been blessed with in your life.

"Damian." You spoke softly, stepping out of the shadows. His head snapped towards you, eyes widening when he took in your form. It really was you. His sister.

Damian wasted no time in bounding towards you and you knelt down to meet his eye level, catching him with open arms. A part of your heart sang when you realized he was still small enough to fit in your arms. He still held you close. He still loved you.

"I've missed you, Ya Amar." You spoke softly, cradling his head that was buried in the junction of your neck.

"I as well, Okhti."

***

Damian was ecstatic that you were in Gotham. Of course, it didn't look like it to anyone but everyone who knew him well could tell that he was happy that his sister was home with him. He didn't wait for even two seconds when you got to the Batcave (much to Bruce's surprise) to show you all his pets.

The next few days would be considered the best of his life.

Damian wanted to be as close to you as possible, sitting near you during meals, training with you, talking with you, even going as far to sneak into your temporary bedroom at night for cuddles. He certainly got more comfortable showing affection since the last time you were around.

He showed you his hobbies like painting and sketching and you were impressed. He had the skills to be doing something like this? Damian had picked up many new talents and many new stories since you last saw him and he was eager to share them all with you.

The next few days would be considered the worst of your life.

You had found Damian now, so why didn't you still feel fulfilled? Why did you feel like something was missing? Like this wasn't meant for you? Why weren't you satisfied?

Why did you feel envious that Damian got to experience so many things? Why did you feel resentment against him when you realized you never got the same things he has?

Your life felt like it amounted to nothing.

You loved your brother but so far you had just been living for him. And now that you realized there were parts of the world that you wanted to see. There were thoughts in your mind that were of your own and desires that you didn't have to explain to anyone. As long as it made sense to yourself.

And you realize one thing with an aching heart.

You couldn't stay here in Gotham.

"Does Damian know?" Bruce asked you one day when you had asked him a favour. Bruce so far had been a little cold and unfeeling ever since you had met him in the Batcave uninvited. His feelings towards you got more negative when you gave an offhanded comment about how you thought he was taller. But he was the only one you could ask for a favour. He was the father to your beloved brother and you could only hope he would offer you the same consideration.

You had asked him for a flight to Washington, to see if Diana really meant what she said. To take a leap of faith for the first time in your life.

You shook your head no, "Not yet. I'm hoping he will take the news well. It's not like I'm leaving forever. I just—I need to—" You trailed off, unable to find the right words.

Bruce nodded, "I understand. Just tell him before you go. I don't think I've ever seen him this happy before."

"It makes me feel worse." You admitted, feeling a little guilty. How could you not feel happy at your brother’s happiness?

"You need some time to figure out that your world is yours. No one else should determine how you feel about yourself."

"You are very wise," You said softly, "Thank you."

***

"I love you dearly, Damian." You tried to coerce him from his room where he had locked himself in only 5 minutes ago. No doubt he was sulking since he found out that you would be leaving for DC in two days’ time.

"If you did, you wouldn't be leaving!" His voice was muffled, as if his face was buried in his pillow or even Titus. You had been trying to coax him into open the door for 20 minutes now and had multiple offers from Grayson, which you turned down.

"Oh, for the love of—Damian Wayne, you open this door right now!" It was silent for a moment before you heard the lock click open and took that as the indication from him to step into his room.

It was large and from the moment you stepped in, it was easy to tell the space was his. There were swords mounted on the wall, paintings on the wall adjacent to it. His desk was tidy and in the corner of his room, there were multiple easels and sketch pads.

Damian was sulking on his bed and you sighed, feeling guilty. You sat beside him and ran your fingers through his hair. Even though he was upset with you, he still sank into your touch, feeling comforted by mere contact.

"It's not forever, Damian. Wherever I'm going, I'm going to come back. I just need some time to myself." You tried to explain.

"But why!"

"The league taught me well, Damian. But it taught me to live like a soldier, but not as a person. There are so many things that I don't know about myself. What do I like? What do I want to do with my life? And I need to figure it out for myself."

"Why can't you do that here?"

You gave him a pained look and realization dawned on him, "Because of me."

"Damian, in the time we spent apart you learnt so many things about yourself. That you like animals, that you like art. There are so many blanks in my life and I need the distance to figure it out. I need to understand myself." You explained wistfully.

It was true, there were so many blanks in your life. You didn't even know what food you liked better, what hobbies you enjoyed. You wanted to experience new things, without the influence of Damian, without relying on him. And more importantly, you were scared you would put Damian above yourself time and time again.

It was all you knew. Damian was worth more than your life, worth more than your heart. But if that was true, you wanted to know at least what your heart was worth to you. If you didn't hold any value to yourself, it would be foolish to think you would to anyone else.

You needed the distance. You needed something new. You wanted to dive into uncharted waters and figure out the magic for yourself, without anyone to help you.

"It's not forever," You reminded gently, "I'm going to come back, I can promise you that."

Damian began leaning until his head was settled in your lap and you chuckled, gently scratching his scalp and he nestled into your belly. Hard to believe this was the same boy who left only a year ago. You wondered if you would change as much as he did or if you were stuck in your ways now.

"Okay," He said, voice muffled and you smiled, "I hope you find what you're looking for."

"Thank you for your blessing, Ya Amar. It means the world to me. I love you; you know that."

"I do." He said, now wrapping his arms around your waist, "I love you too."

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2-cute-4-school · 4 years

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𝘕𝘊𝘛 𝘋𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘱 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘰 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴

Mark Lee

so we all know mark is a quite expressive person with his emotions

and come on when playing video games we all rage and throw fits so emotions are running especially high ‎(ﾉಥ益ಥ）ﾉ ┻━┻

what i’m trying to say is that mark is yelling, banging fists against his desk, laughing his ass off and pissing you off

i mean mark’s laugh is very cute and ENTIRE BLESSING TO HEAR but ♡ sleep ♡ is also precious

but mark can’t hear your exaggerated sighs nor see your ever-lasting pout

so you lift your tired self from the bed and plop down on his lap

mark : “hUH??¿¿ B-BABE?!¿¿” ��＊〇□〇）……！

haechan, audible through the headphones: mark, not in front of the boys, you wild beast (๑⁍᷄౪⁍᷅๑)

mark opens his mouth to shout in protest but you bury your head in his shoulder and let out a soft whine and mark.just.COMBUSTS!!!

he grumbles something about how haechan is due for a good beating and nuzzles the side of his face against the top of your head ♡(.◜ω◝.)♡

whenever he has a break and doesn’t need both hands to play, he brings one arm around you, cuddling you closer to himself and running his hand along the length of your spine

or just LAYS HIS HAND ON YOUR THIGH askfafwsr- ya know (˵ ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°˵)

doesn’t have the heart to break the atmsophere even after he shuts down his computer and just cocoons you in his warm arms and hums a song softly as you doze off intertwined together UwU

Huang Renjun

you’re just trying to be cute and create a romantic enviroment as you cuddle up to your boyfriend who is immersed in his game

“y/n?” his voice is soft, almost a hush and it could almost lull you to sleep

“yeah?” ෆ╹ .̮ ╹ෆ

“i can’t see because of your head”

FIRST HIT HOME but you didn’t give up of course, just flattened your cheek against his shoulder to accomodate his complaint

just as you settle downs drowsily, glued to his frint, he covers his mic to grumble to you again ಠ╭╮ಠ

“it’s getting hot”

SECOND HIT HOME and you’re starting to get discouraged as you scoot a little further away from his body and loosen the grip of your hands around his neck (๑′°︿°๑)

but of course ever grumpy renjun still had complaints karen who

“my legs are falling asleep”

*SIGH* “eye roll* *definetely not pouting* you start pulling yourself away from him and trudge defeatedly and bury yourself under a ton of blankets

but he just chickles, has the AUDACITY to chuckle, and brings you back on his lap, squeezing the life out of you (≧д≦ヾ)

“i was just kidding babe don’t leave me!!” says renjun as he sways you kinda violently may i add from side to side and rubs his cheek against yours cuz he’s a kitty and adorable confirmed ε=(｡♡ˇд ˇ♡｡）

rough love you have other there as you can see

Lee Jeno

jeno is GENTLE GIANT （ﾉ｡≧◇≦）ﾉ

gentle loving giant in this case actually so even better

so we all know how the dreamies exposed this boy TWICE for playing video games 25/8 and he got scolded by his mum lol so i’m thinking

you’re trying to get him to go to sleep or at least rest his eyes he’s already blind enough i WONDER WHY damn

all this started when you settled in front of his computer to block his view

and as he argued with you he decided enough is enough and pulled you into his lap, traping you against his chest (╬ Ò ‸ Ó)

“jeno it’s 3 am!!” :<

“ just one more round baby” of video games ya nasties...no? only me?ok

he tries to give you a *smooch* but you move your face away and refuse to turn around and let him kiss you

and that’s where jeno draws the line (; ･`д･´)

kithes are something that can’t berefused between you two, an unspoken rule you apparenly weren’t aware of

so with a ‘eep!!!’ from you, he simly stands up from his seat with you latched onto him like a koala like (＾ω＾ ≡ °д°)

“jeno put me down!!!11!!1! NOW!!”

“kiss first” (.◜ ᵕ ◝.)

“are you nuts??!!!?” *exaggerated smooch* “now put me down!!”

needless to say he’s not letting go anytime soon, he just plops into bed and you cuddle until you fall asleep you’ve been scammed

Lee Donghyuck

haechan is a very VERY petty brat person ಠ_ಠ

so guess what... fights with him are a national competition of petty acts

and you know what his ultimate move in your most recent fight is? *drum rolls* turning off the central heating really original hyuck i applaud you

and this kid knows exactly what he’s doing when he sits down in his gaming chair with a shit-eating grin (ง ͠ ͠° ل͜ °)

he hears you stumble around the house in your dora the explorer exploration in the search of a blanket

but guess what? they’re all under his flat cake ( ✧≖ ͜ʖ≖)

so when you bardge in the room and find him hogging all the warmth you hope to intimidate him with your ✨ highly horrific glare ✨

but he pretends to be too busy to notice you so you just defeatedly settle on his lap and under the blankets

“well well well look who’s crawling back with their tail between their legs”

“i might just cut off your front microscopic tail” (눈_눈)

but i just know he’s gonna cuddle you until you sweat your ass off under that mountain of blankets

and even when he can’t hold you, he’ll press his lips against your forehead, lingering there as his warm breath fanned across your skin

he also made a deal with you to which you didn’t necessarily agree with but that’s a minor detail am i rite

if he wins the round he gets a kiss as a reward (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

if he loses, he gets 2 kisses as a consolation (ฅ⁍̴̀◊⁍̴́)و ̑̑

you’re getting suspicious of his 4 consecutive losses

Na Jaemin

he’s a fluff ball we all know it, we all love it

he’d DIG THAT KIND OF SHIT ٩̋(ˊ•͈ ꇴ •͈ˋ)و

and he babies you to the end of earth

99.8% chance that he’s gonna stop playing just to cradle you against his chest properly because YOU’RE. HIS. BABY!!! periodt.

cue yelling from his teammates for abadoning them in the middle of the game but that’s inevitable

“na jaemin you SIMP!!!!”

but jaemin is too busy making puppy eyes at you (●♡∀♡))ヾ☆*。

he’d kiss you everywhere he could reach and then scoop your hands in his and bring them to his lips for another shower of kithes (*'､^*)chu

and if you kiss him back??

this man will literally COMUST with uwus istg

like just imagine you brush your lips against his neck and then you gently nuzzle against him??

jaemin would melt in your embrace ♡(｡- ω -)

even if he did eventually go back to playing, he’d press kises anywhere in reach periodically cuz he’s soft like that

would also LOVE feeling your breath fan his neck he gets a unique feeling of comfort knowing that he has you so close to him (๑˃ᴗ˂)

“even if you were the impostor i’d still vote myself out for you”

the romanticism of this decade

Zhong Chenle

this boi is ruthless when playing video games

god frobid you’re in his way cuz you’re getting SQUASHED (｢⊙Д⊙)｢

he obvioulsy LOVES winning

but ya know what he loves more than winning???

𝓨𝓞𝓤 ♡(㋭ ਊ ㋲)♡

so chenle is all (｡+･`ω･´)

“you waste of space move along!!!!” “shoot that gun straight dammit or i’ll shove it up yo- oh hey baby°˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°“

the moment you plop down on his lap and curl yourself up with your head tucked under his chin, his blazing eyes soften so cutely

and so raging kid chenle turns into best babyboi chenle (*•̀ᴗ•́*)و ̑̑

he M E L T S like he just leans into your touch and continues gaming A LOT more silently and just smiles absent-mindedly the entire time

“yo chenle you dead????” most likely jisung on the other side of the headphones

“no?” ｢(ﾟ<ﾟ)ﾞ??

“... guys he’s plotting something, reatreat!! i repeat, RETREAT!!!”

“what?? no, what do you mean by that !??!!!”

you stir as his voice rises in volume and chenle immediately settles down again and shushes you while patting your heah and threading his fingers through your hair carefully (*-ω-)

goes straight for jisung after that teammate or not rip jisung you’ll be missed but also bad choice to annoy a soft-for-only-my-baby chenle

Park Jisung

a bit flustered but just couldn’t refuse you when you cutely asked him with wide puppy eyes if you could sit in his lap to watch him play

probably short circuited for a good 2 minutes before he could produce and intelligible answer (ง ´͈౪`͈)ว

and that’s how you found yourself perched on his lap, facing the screen with curious eyes as jisung struggled as if his LIFE depended on it

“how do you jump?” (,Ծ_Ծ,)

“you can’t jump”

“what do you mean you can’t jump?? gravity doesn’t work like that” Σ(･ิ¬･ิ)

you’re like 2 newborn babies running wild and unsupervised

“jisung, that character looks like you when you’re constipated” (๑꒪▿꒪)*

cue cackling from the devil spawns on the other side

he’s gonna keep in mind this betrayal UNTIL THE END OF TIME beware

if you catch sight of one of his hands not working away i bet my allowance you’ll have this uncontrollable urge to hold it in yours DO IT I NEED MY ALLOWANCE DON’T BE SHY

of course he’ll automatically intertwine your fingers together and bring them up for a chaste kiss ～(^з^)-♡

and i know for sure that he won’t have the heart to let go of it even when he needs it to play sigh jisung you SIMP

he’s gonna get scolded and teased by the other later but ya know

at least he ain’t no touch starved coward ¯\(°_o)/¯

he gets grounded for that by jaemin

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katyasrussianaccent · 3 years

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you’re so golden (corpse x reader)

Summary: You’re a faceless youtuber that sings cover songs. What happens when a certain faceless streamer slides into your DMs after you cover one of his songs?

Authors note: Part 3 whoop! I havent written fic in 3 years so Im hoping this is okay. Its about 4000 words, super long, sorry. I also dont play Among Us, but hopefully its not too obvious. Lemme know what you think!

You're nervous, though you aren’t quite sure why. The kind of nervousness that spreads to your feet, causing you to tap your toes against the side of your sofa.

Call you in 15.

You look at the message again, staring at it till the screen goes blurry. Rubbing your eyes you exhale into the emptiness of your apartment; a feeble attempt at calming yourself down.

Logically it’s stupid to be nervous over a phone call. Logically you know that in the grand scheme of the universe, there are bigger things at hand. But you’re not a logical person, never have been. You’re all heart and emotion, both a blessing and a curse. There’s something intimate about a phone call, to have nothing but someone’s voice on the other end of the phone, talking to you and only you. It was a little scary; to think your purely online friendship with Corpse was going to be taken to a different level. You’re excited to think what that could mean.

“Fucking get it together,” you mutter to no-one as you exhale again, because there’s nothing else to do other than to wait and try to breath. There’s this frantic energy about you; like when you eat fizzy sweets, the flavour buzzing on your tongue. Your ancestors used to hunt wolves and here you were nervous over a single phone call.

The silence in your apartment’s too much now; too noisy. You grab your TV remote, clicking onto Spotify to find something. You’re scrolling so much, none of the artists feeling quite right for the moment before settling on Sufjan Stevens.

The dulcet tones fill the space, and for a brief second, you feel fine. You’re feeling relaxed and then your phone lights up.

Incoming Facetime Audio

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck” you say. Your face feels warm, your heart quickens in your chest. You could just ignore it, say you’re not feeling too good and that would be that, you wouldn’t have to do this. But it’s Corpse, you like Corpse and you’re kind of friends.

You swipe to accept the call, and press the button for speaker.

“Hey,” you say, cringing at the meek tone your voice has taken on.

“Hey,” Corpse’s deep voice rumbles through your tiny speaker, distorting slightly and you press the volume button to turn it down a little.

There’s a beat of silence, a beat too long, and you already hate how awkward this is. You’re not great at social stuff, the concept of being a social butterfly is almost foreign to you. And it’s not because you dislike people, it’s just you hate this; the small talk, the awkwardness before you get comfortable and can hold an actual conversation.

You suddenly remember a tip from your customer service days. “How are you?” you ask, plastering on a grin so wide that it must look borderline demented. Thank god you’re single.

“I’m okay thanks, how are you?” he asks.

You lounge back against the soft cushions of the sofa, lifting the phone up to your mouth as you do so. “I’m good, excited to be taught by the Among Us master.”

He snorts in disdain. “Hardly a master.”

You chew your lip before you speak again, “I dunno, people on the internet think you’re pretty good.”

He snorts again, and you smile at the sound. It’s not something you’ve heard from him before, through your hours of watching his streams, you’ve become accustomed to his voice and the noises he makes. But this one seems to be new. And maybe it’s the weird, selfish part of you that likes to think he’s only ever made that sound for you. You shake the thought out of your head, because really? Getting happy over a snort is really such a ridiculous thing to do.

“People on the internet say a lot of things.”

“True, but sometimes they speak the truth,” you reply, moving to get more comfortable; tucking your feet under your thighs. You wonder what he’s doing right now as he talks to you, is he sitting down? Or is he lying on his bed; his head propped up with pillows? There’s a brief flash of yearning, of wanting to be there in the same room as him, but it disappears as quickly as it appeared so you ignore it.

“Hm. We’ll agree to disagree.”

“Okay, you’re the boss Mr Husband.”

He chuckles softly, and again, you smile. You can feel yourself getting annoyed with yourself; you’re acting like a child with a crush; smiling at the phone. All you needed now was a notebook that had Mrs YN Husband written all over it.

“You know if you keep calling me that, we’re gonna have to get married,” he says, his voice a little lower than it was before. You blink and cock your head to the side, looking at an imaginary camera like you’re in The Office. Did you say that out loud? Is he...flirting with you? Sure, you’re flirty over Twitter, but it’s Twitter, Twitter isn’t real. There’s a fluttery feeling in your stomach at the mere prospect that he might actually be flirting with you.

“I’d be the best wife you could ever get,” you shoot back. There’s a brief second of silence before he answers, and you can hear shuffling on the other end. You want to ask what he’s doing, but you know it would break the conversation, and you’re curious to see where this goes.

“Oh really? And why’s that?” he asks, and you can picture the smirk in his voice. You have no idea what he looks like, no real care about it either, but you bet he’s got a beautiful smile. You bite your tongue before it tells him this, for once your brain actually works and stops you from making a fool out of yourself. It’s incredibly strange, how quickly he puts you at ease without a try, he’s just so naturally comforting. He’s not this flashy persona, he’s just a guy who likes to play video games and happens to be kinda good at them. And also has a voice that is literally like chocolate. Not just chocolate; dark chocolate. If dark chocolate could talk, it would sound like Corpse.

“Cos your girl can cook,” you say proudly, puffing out your chest a little. And that’s not a lie, you can cook. Okay, you’re not a Michelin starred chef, but you feel quite confident in the fact that Gordon Ramsey could eat your food, and probably (hopefully) wouldn’t scream that it was “fucking raw”.

“And what would you cook for me?” he asks.

You hum in thought for a second. “You’ll have to marry me first to find that out.”

He laughs, a proper laugh that settles in your stomach, spreading warmth through your chest. “I’ll think about it. I can hear music, what are you listening to?”

You straighten up a little, the question catching you off guard. You bite the inside of your cheek as you look at the song that’s playing. It’s not his type of music, you’re almost positive about that. You almost don’t want to tell him out of embarrassment. You’re not sure why you feel embarrassed; you know Corpse isn’t an asshole, he wouldn’t make fun of you. But music is so personal to you, so personal, it’s like baring a piece of your soul; which sounds so fucking cliche, but it’s true.

“Uhhh...It’s called Make out in My Car by Sufjan Stevens,” you reply.

He hums in affirmation. “It sounds nice; from what I can hear.”

“I can turn it up?” you ask, leaning forward to grab the remote off the coffee table.

“You could always sing some for me,” he offers.

You laugh a little, scrunching up your nose. “And why would I do that?”

“I thought you wanted to get married. You have to woo me,” he replies.

“Woo you?” you ask, your tone incredulous. This isn’t how you pictured the conversation going.

“Yeah. Woo me, yn.” he says, dragging out the “o” causing you to laugh again.

You sigh dramatically. “I haven’t warmed up or anything, it’s gonna sound so bad” you warn as you put the song to the beginning.

“I’m sure you sound great. Go ahead, woo me.”

You shake your head as you softly sing. “I'm not trying to go to bed with you, I just wanna make out in my car. And though I'm dying to fall in love with you, I just wanna make out in my car”. You stop and you’re suddenly very aware that you have essentially just serenaded him. Good going, brain.

It’s silent for a beat too long, and the smile that graced your lips starts to fade as the embarrassment starts to set in.

“Well now we definitely have to get married,” he affirms. And there’s that fluttery feeling again.

You swallow, moving the conversation swiftly onto Among Us. You grab your laptop that was next to you, humming in acknowledgement as he walks you through downloading it.

“So there’s a few of us joining us tonight, it should be really fun.”

“Oh. It’s not just us two?” you ask. You focus on the download, watching the number increase. You’re nervous at the prospect of playing with other people, strangers, for the first time.

“No, it’s a 4 player minimum. We’re going to stream as well.”

“Corpse…” you start. You begin to pick at the skin around your nails, a habit you do whenever you get really anxious. This was meant to just be a cute moment where you learnt how to play a game, not a big event where people would be actually watching you, judging your every move.

“We’re going to do a few games off stream with you, you don’t need to be there for the stream after if you don’t want to,” he interrupts.

“Okay,” you trail off, your teeth biting down on your bottom lip. You feel a little better, but not by much. You didn’t know who the other people were, what if they hated you? You ask this out loud.

“I’ll be there. You know Rae and Sykkuno. Felix, Sean and Toast will be there but they’re super nice, I promise.” His voice is sincere, and it soothes you. You don’t know him, not really know him, but you trust Corpse. You know he has his own struggles, and you believe his promise; he wouldn’t screw you over or put you in a situation you were uncomfortable with.

The rest of the call is him taking you through how to play and how to set up something called Proximity Chat so everyone can talk to each other in the game. He says it’s easier once you actually play, and it doesn’t sound particularly hard quite honestly, you just hope you don’t get imposter on the first try because you’re not the greatest liar.

The game screen pops up, and you type in the code that Corpse gives you. You say goodbye to Corpse, who tells you to text him if you need any help. You drop into the game lobby, and you look at the little astronaut. There’s no time to dwell as a cacophony of voices hits you.

“YN!” Rae screeches and you chuckle at her enthusiasm. You’ve known Rae for a few years now, you met at college and had become fast friends. Though you had many different interests - gaming for one, you considered her your best friend. Rae was the type of friend where you didn’t need to talk every single day, you could message her a week later and it would be like no time had passed at all. And you loved that, sometimes you just didn’t want to talk to anyone. Sometimes your mood wasn’t the best, and you needed a little time to recharge. And she understood that, something that you were eternally grateful for.

“Raebies!” you screech back, using your “pet” name for her.

“I’ve been trying to get you to play forever. But Mr Smooth Operator over there slides into your DMs and suddenly you’re a gamer now?”

“It sounds so sordid when you say it like that,” you reply.

“Hi yn! Glad to see you playing with us,” Sykkuno says. You greet him and the others, making sure to say hi to everyone in the game. You didn’t want to start off by being accidentally rude. You listen as everyone talks amongst each other, and you talk when spoken to, but you aren’t interjecting. It wasn’t anything against the other players, it was just a little overwhelming, and you were figuring out what everyone was like.

“Hello,” Corpse’s voice interrupts your train of thought and you greet him along with everyone else.

“Aw, I wanted purple,” you say, frowning at Corpse’s name above the astronaut.

“We can switch,” he replies.

“No it’s o -” you start to speak before you realise he’s already switched to white. “Thank you, you didn’t have to.” You smile as you switch to purple, and you decide to add a flower for a little pizzazz.

“It’s your first game, I’ll kill you if I get imposter so it’ll even out,” he jokes and everyone laughs. The countdown begins and you puff your cheeks out, exhaling as it gets to 1. You’re nervous again, a seemingly common theme of the night. Your shoulders relax as the word CREWMATE flashes across the screen.

You watch as everyone but Corpse disperses from the cafeteria with haste, and you look at the keyboard to press the buttons to move.

“You ever see an old person text? That’s how I’m picturing you right now,” Corpse says as you walk together to Weapons.

“Shut up Sonny,” you reply in your best old woman voice, getting a laugh. You open up the task, shooting the Asteroids with ease. “Yay, I completed a task!”

“Good job,” Corpse replies, and you beam at the praise. You move down to o2, doing your task while Corpse does his.

“Wait, you could be imposter right? How would I know?” you ask as you walk together to Navigation.

“You wouldn’t, you just have to trust me,” he says, his voice full of charm.

You scowl. “Well that just makes me not want to trust you.”

Before he replies, there’s a blaring alarm. DEAD BODY REPORTED. You blink at the suddenness; you were really enjoying the relaxing pace of the game. You look at the screen; Felix has been killed.

“Who found the body?” Corpse asks.

“I did,” Rae answers. “I was in admin, and was going to lower engine and it was there in storage.”

“If you were in admin, why didn’t you go up through Cafeteria?” Toast asks.

“Because it’s quicker to go through storage,” Rae replies. They argue between themselves, and you listen intently and silently. It’s a lot of information, you can’t tell whose lying, but you guess that’s what makes a good player.

“Where were you yn?” Sean quizzes, and it takes you a second to realise you’re being spoken to.

“Oh. I was in um o2?”

“You don’t sound too sure there, pretty sus,” he says. Your face heats up a little, you’re not the imposter, but it feels like you are.

“She was in o2 and then we went to Navigation,” Corpse answers, and you breathe out as he takes on the interrogation.

“Oh you were together?” Rae asks, and you know that tone she’s got. It’s the tone that says she’ll be messaging you right away.

“Well yeah, it’s her first game, I’m not gonna leave her alone,” he says and you smile at that.

“Yeah we’ve been together the whole time,” you add and it’s left at that. No-one votes anyone out, since no-ones really too suspicious. You carry on the game, and you find yourself really enjoying it, though the questioning part is kind of stressful. You can see why Corpse likes it so much, it’s really fun. You’re in electrical, humming as you do your task when Rae comes next to you.

“Hey,” you greet her.

“I’m sorry, nothing personal,” she replies. Before you have a chance to say a word, she kills you and you look on in shock as your ghost floats above your body. You listen into the meeting as Rae continues to lie and plead her case. She’s good, but Corpse knows better.

“Wait, you said you found her in electrical and you were where?”

“I was in Upper Engine, and then I went to electrical to do my task,” Rae answers, her voice even and calm.

“I was in Lower Engine, and I didn’t see you,” Corpse says, and you grin at the fact Rae’s been found out. That’s what she gets for killing you.

“You were doing your task, I passed right by you,” Rae starts. She pleads her case, but it’s too late and she’s voted out.

“That was so much fun!” you declare. “I can see why you guys play it all the time.”

“Yes! We have converted another!” Felix shouts in victory.

“And all it took was Corpse,” Rae mutters sarcastically.

“Don’t get bitter Rachel, just get better,” you reply, causing the group to laugh.

You get the hang of it after a few games, and find yourself agreeing to stay while the others stream, though you decide against it yourself. You’ve only streamed once by yourself, and it was a very casual affair and you don’t want to feel too much pressure while you enjoy yourself. You know that Corpse gets nervous when he streams and he’s been doing it for so much longer, so you can only imagine how nervous you would be.

You tap your fingernails against the keyboard as the lobby counts down, any previous nerves have been replaced with excitement.

IMPOSTER flashes across. You’re the only one, your astronaut looks lonely on the screen by itself, and the red letters almost taunt you.

“Shit,” you mutter as your brain goes into overdrive. What was it Corpse had said before? Not to be too obvious. You don’t kill immediately, instead going at your previous pace to not look too suspicious. You were still fairly new to the game, and you were going to use that to your advantage.

You fake your task in Cafeteria before venting over to Navigation where Toast was.

“Hi Toast!” you greet, coming to stand next to him as you pretend you’re doing the task.

“Oh hey yn,” he says. It doesn’t seem like he suspects you, and you’re not quite sure when to click the Kill button. You do it anyway before running out and going down and into shields. There’s adrenaline running through you as the dead body’s reported and you crack your knuckles before putting on your game face. You were going to play dumb, play the confused newbie - because to them, that’s what you were.

“YN, where were you?” Corpse asks. Fuck. Maybe you weren’t going to get away with this.

You twiddle your hair as you draw out your words, playing the role perfectly. “Uhm I was in...shields? I think that’s what it’s called. I was in the cafeteria before that though.”

“Wait, you couldn’t have, I was in weapons. I would have seen you,” Sykkuno says.

You open your mouth to talk. “She could have vented,” Felix comments, and the rest of the group starts to agree.

“Guys, I don’t even know what venting is. I literally just started playing,” you point out, giggling.

“That’s true,” Rae agrees and you knew there was a reason you loved her.

“Bullshit! She’s playing you with her “oh I don’t know how to play” schtick,” Felix proclaims.

“Aw, that’s kind of rude, Felix. I’m just enjoying the game, doing the tasks,” you say, pouting a little. He’s the next on your list.

Everyone skips the vote and you lean over your laptop, ready for the next round. You were going to win this. You kill Rae and Toast next, and yet again, manage to worm your way out of any suspicion. You can sense that Corpse and Felix are starting to get suspicious of you, and you know you need to bring out the big guns to throw them off.

You catch Sykkuno in Med Bay after checking the cams in Security.

“Hi yn!” he greets, and you almost feel guilty as you kill him. He’s so sweet and innocent, but unfortunately, casualties are a given. You pass Felix as he comes out of reactor and it’s only a matter of time before you’ll have to talk your way out of this one again.

“I passed yn as I came out of reactor,” Felix shouts with a hint of glee.

You roll your eyes; this is going to be tough. “Yeah I came from Upper Engine, I was finishing part 2 of a task.”

“I was in Electrical, where was the body?” Corpse asks.

“Med Bay. And the only one that could’ve been there was yn,” Felix starts.

“Well no, you could have passed me and killed Sykkuno then self reported,” you reply. “I think you can do that right?”

Corpse hums in agreement. “Oh come on! She’s being really sus,” Felix argues.

“You are being a little sus yn,” Corpse comments.

“Corpse. You don’t really think it’s me do you?” You decide to lower your voice a little, your tone sweet but sultry. “You only taught me like an hour ago, there’s no way I’d be able to fool everybody so quickly.” You get close to the mic so it’s like you’re speaking only to Corpse. “Remember what I said? You’re a master at this.” You’re laying it on thick, and for a brief second you think you’ve been too over the top.

“This is difficult,” Corpse says, and you see the seconds count down, your heartbeat starts to quicken.

“Corpse, stop being a fucking simp and vote her out!” Felix demands.

“Corpsie baby,” you drawl out and you smile in success as you hear him sigh, almost shakily. You’ve got this in the bag. The victory screen flashes up and you cheer.

“Fuck yeah!” you shout, patting yourself on the back. You laugh as you exhale the breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“Good game yn!” Sykkuno comments, the others agreeing.

“Not fair, you used your womanly wiles against Corpse,” Felix says.

“Gotta use them for something. Not my fault Corpse knows where his allegiance lies,” you reply laughing a little.

You stretch, your back crying out in pain from being hunched over so long. You let out a long, loud moan of relief as you straighten your spine, your shoulders relaxing as you move from side to side.

“Your mic’s not muted” Corpse points out, clearing his throat. You feel your stomach drop and your face instantly becomes hot. Shit.

“Oh. Uh. I totally forgot about that,” you say, forcing out a chuckle. You screw your eyes shut, any happiness has been now replaced by red hot shame. “So this was fun, uh, really fun, but um, I’m gonna, I’m gonna go. So...yeah. Bye guys, have fun!”

You click to exit without giving anyone a chance to say a word, and drop your head into your hands.

“Can’t wait to see what they say on Twitter about this,” you mutter into your hands.

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juminly · 2 years

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Can I get a kiss from either Oliver Knight or Artem for number 19? Sorry can’t think of three guys XD

Prompt: One person stopping a kiss to ask “Do you want to do this?”, only to have the other person answer with a deeper, more passionate kiss. Artem Wing - Tears of Themis With his eyebrows almost kissing, you held back at a giggle as you watched Artem tap away at his phone screen, playing one of your favourite phone games. It's one that you always played during your lunch break or whenever you waited to meet up with him for lunch, dinner or even a movie. You were one of his only friends and despite his very busy schedule, he always made time to catch up with you whenever he could manage. "What happens now that I've run out of HP?" He turned his head to the side, curious yet seemingly impatient as he found himself weirdly engrossed in the game. Something neither of you actually expected. "Well-" You scooted even closer to his side, arms glued together as you leaned over to point at the corner of his touch screen. "See this, right there? You just have to click on that and if you have enough of those shimmery bottle thingies, you should be able to replenish some HP and keep playing." He hummed in contemplation, clicking on what you had just pointed out and then nodded, his lips turning up into a smile. "I am certain they are not called shimmery bottle 'thingies' by the developers of this game." "Well, I call them whatever the hell I want to." You grinned with a shrug, eliciting a chuckle from Artem, a sound that you felt was so rare but when it blessed your ears, it made your heart flutter as if the L word inside you was blossoming even more. Even more... You shook your head at the thought, biting your lips. You were so, damn, fucked. How in the hell were you supposed to shoo all these creeping thoughts away when Artem, the man with the most allure and poise you've ever known, was sitting so comfortably next to you? Your proximity almost felt intimate and you were positive that you were starting to probably imagine things. You were way in too deep. "Y/N, is there something wrong?" Artem's brows now furrowed for a different reason completely. "Is my playing bothering you? Would you rather we watch a movie instead?" "Oh no!" You shook your head and your hands in front of you in tandem, dismissing the idea that you were even bothered. You just really had to snap out of your daydreaming fantasies. "I'm actually really glad you're into this. And in this occasion, I'll let you in on a little secret I discovered hehe." Leaning closer to him, with a hand placed on his shoulder, you pointed at the screen and somehow, your mouth spouted whatever nonsense your mind was able to conjure up about the game when all you could feel was the faded scent of his cologne and natural smell filling your nostrils, the heat of his body seeping into you and God... you were far too gone, the L word taking over your damn heart and brain, even your body was catching up. Turning his head towards you to ask you a question, Artem knew you were close but didn't realize just how close you were, his nose bumping into yours in the process, which he immediately followed by pulling his face away from yours yet his body remained still. He didn't want to budge, he liked having you this close. It was different but it was comfortable. It felt just right. Just like what you were about to do. It was cruel, having your lips apart when it was so clear that you yearned for a taste of the love that bloomed in your hearts, your heart bearing fields of affection growing abundantly over the course of the years. The kiss was brief yet full of emotion, your lips meeting without hesitation, bittersweet longing finally joining you together. "Do you want to do this?" Artem questioned, his eyes flickering between your lips and your eyes, searching for the answer to a question that you've already responded to. But clearly, you would have to show him how much you meant what you were trying to express. With words or actions. "Artem... I'm the one who kissed you. I should be the one asking you that." You giggled, entwining your lips once again, both of

you smiling into the kiss as your arms whisked comfortably around his shoulders while you and your long-time love show each other a fraction of the passion you feel towards one another. Handsome, thoughtful, extremely intelligent yet stupid man. You were so obviously into him yet he refused to let himself believe that sharing something like this with you was possible, that the sparks between you weren't true.

#artem wing #tears of themis #artem x reader #zuo ran #tears of themis x reader #tot x reader #tot zuo ran #tears of themis zuo ran #tot imagines #artem wing x reader #kiss event

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misschifuyu · 3 years

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To choose a lover

requested here

characters: ran haitani + rindou haitani

genre: fluff

warnings: none

Giggles and whispering comments were passed around, giddiness present in the voices that spoke out just a few metres away from you.

As much as you tried to focus on the tiresome work that was splayed out on the piece of paper before you, it was completely futile to drown the girls out.

It didn't take a genius to know what they were talking about. The school you were all under had the privilege - if one could even consider it as such - to hold two infamous students.

The Haitani brothers.

Whilst the eldest was in his final year, the younger still had another year under this roof until he followed in his brother's footsteps.

But there was really nothing to dislike about going to class when one had a literal fan group who's main topic was always them.

There were girls who preferred Ran, with his signature braids that they always wished they could undo for him; and others that would always fawn over Rindou's cocky ways and stubbornness, trying to catch his attention wherever he went.

The current conversation, however, wasn't just fixed on talking about their aspects.

Far from it. Sending each other questionable looks and making fun of those on the other side of the opinion, they were discussing who, out of the two brothers, was better.

Those on Ran's side had the advantage of saying that he was older, therefore more responsible and willing to take care of anyone.

Sure.

He would make the perfect husband, some were proclaiming. But...the youngest would always want to show that he is the strongest, the more dependable one, as a result of the inferiority that had always hung with him since they were young.

It wasn't that he was, he just hadn't pushed himself to be known as much as his brother had done all those years back.

Needless to say, it was an argument that would never see an end. At least not until the two left the school behind and continued up to wherever the future would take them.

It was amusing, from your point of view, to hear all of these discussions. For years now you had known the two, as close friends who had grown up on the same street, so you knew everything that there was to them, right down to what they actually did when they said they were studying.

Definitely something that the girls would be pushed back by if they ever found out.

But, if it really came down to it, you probably wouldn't be able to pick one out of the pack that they came in, either.

They both had their merits and faults, and, truth be told, neither of the two were that much of a pleasure to be around with, as much as their fans would beg to differ.

One thing was for sure, though. It had come into the light when the three of you had been hanging out one afternoon, without much else to do.

You had asked the youngest about what he thought about his notorious lower level when it came to comparing him with his brother.

It had simply been a spur of the moment, and you hadn't expected him to actually give a sorrowful response.

He was well aware that he was viewed as the weaker brother of the two, and as much as he'd try to prove otherwise, it had always been something that would eat away at him.

Naturally, both you and Ran had jumped to convince him that he was far from a weak person.

The fact that he was viewed as such meant nothing at all when it came down to the reality of what he was, and that there was no point in even listening to those ignorant - and frankly, irrelevant - opinions about himself.

At the end of the day, although you would never openly admit it near the oblivious fangirls, you held a considerable amount of affection towards the two of them.

Of course, they had their odd moments in which you only wished to hit them around the head with Ran's metal bar; but, all in all, they would always be your childhood friends.

So choosing between them was simply out of the question.

Both of them held an equal importance to you, so when a peculiar feeling started growing for one of them, you quickly averted it so it would be felt for the two, whatever it were to be.

They were two peas in a pod, and you weren't about to change this because of a measly crush.

However, the thought would only bug you more whenever you were all together. Such as the current situation, sat right between the two of them on the comfort of their couch.

Before even coming over, you had mentally ordered yourself to disregard the ridiculous thoughts that had flooded your mind.

The girls back at school hadn't help with the problem one bit, if anything they worsened the conflictive feelings; and now you were to spend the afternoon with the two.

One could only think that all odds were against them in such situations.

Head resting on Ran's shoulder, legs atop Rindou's, your eyes were fixed onto the screen before you. The reasoning behind spending the afternoon together was the airing of your favourite show.

However, you were now racking your brains over what you were supposed to do after the series ended. Watching a movie was the prime option, but you figured they would want to move from the couch and do something else.

And the two were very talkative, so you would have to, inevitably, push everything in your mind aside to prevent from even giving the smallest hint surrounding your thoughts.

Your stiffness didn't go unnoticed, and, soon enough, you felt a hand on your leg, startling you in an instant.

"What the hell is up with you today, Y/N?"

Rindou had lost all attention for what was playing on the screen, and it looked to be as though he had for a bit now. This meant he had felt your change of attitude well before he had actually asked about it.

"What? No, nothing...why?"

Knitting his eyebrows together, the blond looked over at you with a disbelieving stare. By now, you were sure Ran had shifted his interest towards the two of you.

"You've been all skittish since you got here. You got something important on your mind or what?"

Geez.

"No...I've just been thinking about something stupid, that's all. Don't worry about it, now let me watch th-"

"That being?"

Now you were cornered. From behind you, having turned to look at Rindou, a voice spoke out the question. In slight panic, you managed to come up with another way around it.

"Well...that, let's say, if I had to choose one out of the two of you, I wouldn't know who I'd pick. It's a silly question one of my friends asked today, that's all"

God bless the fan girls. You were sure to never judge them internally again, because they might have just saved your skin in the nick of time.

Your nerves calmed down as you heard Rindou chuckle at the concern, and you figured he'd just brush it off as another one of your peculiar inquiries.

However, as he fully turned towards you, it was clear that he wasn't about to let this go unfazed.

"Well, you can't just leave us like that without an answer. Go on then, if it was a life or death situation, who would it be?"

"Rindou...you know I'd get rid of both of you if I could"

You all laughed at your words, stirring the conversation into an area that you were certain you could get a hold of.

Each one of you was just as ridiculous as the next one, so it wasn't hard to divert difficult topics.

If only the youngest wasn't so damn pushy.

"On a real note, there's gotta be one of us that you like just a little more, Y/N"

Upon knowing that perhaps you had driven yourself into a dead end, you started to fumble with your fingers.

What the hell were you supposed to say? If you picked one, the other was surely to get the wrong idea.

"Um..."

A slight shift behind you made you turn your head, catching Ran just a little too close for comfort to your face. Great, just what you needed.

After a few, nerve racking, seconds in silence, it was the eldest of the two that decided to break the ice. You were all just wasting time there, after all.

"Listen...since my brother seems incapable of forming a decent sentence, what we've been trying to get at is which one you'd choose, because we've both liked you for some time now and we kinda need to know who you'd go out with"

Well.

Certainly an unexpected turn to your seemingly uneventful afternoon. It appeared that you weren't the only one struggling with the damned feeling that was a crush, but you hadn't gambled that it would be both of them...and for the same person.

You couldn't choose.

In the same way that you had to waver the feeling of more than just friendship between the two of them, there was no way you could pick one now.

It would be unfair for the other, especially since you would only be lying to yourself for saying that you felt nothing for the half that was left aside.

There was only one way out of this, unless you wanted to shatter the relationship you had built between them for the past years.

"I...both of you. I can't leave one of you out when I, well, like both of you"

A huge weight was lifted from your body the moment the brothers exchanged a look, followed by an agreeing nod. Far from the catastrophe you had gambled with, that much was sure.

As Ran leaned his head on your shoulder, Rindou gave you a bright smile, one that not everyone had the chance to say that they've seen.

"Wasn't so hard to say, now was it?"

No. What was going to be hard was having not one Haitani by your side, but two, as a partner. Sure enough, you were really going to know what their poor mother had to put up with now.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo manji revengers #tokyo revengers ran #ran haitani #tokyo revengers rindou #rindou haitani #tokyo revengers x reader #ran x reader #rindou x reader #fluff

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ptergwen · 3 years

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sensation

w/c: 4.6k

warnings: some swearing, suggestive tings, and a pretty bad ending

summary: it’s the last night of your world tour, and tom has the perfect way to celebrate

a/n: i know y’all have been waiting for this one! everyone really loved when worlds collide but i ran out of ideas for it lol sorry... anyways my solution was to turn it into a oneshot :D based off the au!! i’m honestly nervous about posting this cuz a lot of you asked for it and i don’t wanna disappoint but i tried my absolute hardest to make it special <3 please enjoy

“thank you so much! we love you!” you shout to the audience, laughing breathlessly when they shout back. one of your dancers pulls you into a side hug, you throwing your arm around his neck. “we’re so fucking lucky you chose us, that you came all the way here. i’ve seen some of you back at night one. wow.” your voice gets wobbly, thinking about how loyal your fans are.

the tour started in new york, and they’ve followed you here to london.

tonight is an emotional night for everyone. you’re about to wrap your last show before you continue again in the summer. touring the u.k. has been a dream, and you’re just as thrilled to travel the rest of the world after your break. it’s bittersweet because you’re going to miss the hell out of your crew and the millions of lovely faces you’ve sang to each week. but, you do get to spend your time off with a special someone.

he’s watching you from the sound booth, sending fond smiles and loud cheers your way. thanks to you, tom has been at every show you’ve played in england. he brought harry along this time because he’s also a fan and wanted to see you. well, tom is more than a fan at this point. you’d say he’s more of a boyfriend. you haven’t discussed labels just yet.

your dates have mainly been over facetime, since you live on opposite sides of the world with insane schedules. a heartthrob actor and international popstar is quite the combination. you’ve only seen each other in person a couple of times, the first being pretty recently.

zendaya brought tom along to hang out with you in los angeles. he happened to be there recording some lines for a movie. she saw your concert earlier that night and invited him to crash the dinner plans you’d made, resulting in the best surprise and most fun you’ve ever had. the other time you enjoyed each other’s company was one weekend in paris. that was... something.

besides those two miracles, everything between you and tom happens through a screen. you’ll down bottles of champagne or keep warm under blankets while talking about your days. it’s nice, having someone on the other end who listens and actually hears you. tom gets it. you both do.

finishing your tour in london is convenient because not only will you have tom to comfort you, but you get to stick around for a while. he’s invited you to stay at his place. you can’t wait to meet the other holland’s, his friends, and obviously tessa.

“fuck, i’m gonna cry. i’m already crying,” you announce to the crowd, though they can tell from the tears streaming down your face. more dancers huddle around you and turn your single hug into a group one. you’re laughing and sobbing and holding on tight to everyone. fans bawl their own eyes out, the fact that this is it starting to settle in. the onstage crew even gets choked up, seeing you like this.

tom pouts from where he’s watching. he wishes he could run up there and squeeze you tight, but he’ll have to save that for when you’re done.

“i love you all so much, literally every single one of you in this room,” you tell everyone for the nth time tonight, swiping a perfectly manicured finger under your eyes. “my lighting crew, sound crew, my band, my fearless fucking dancers-“ a hiccup cuts you off. people burst into fits of giggles, which is a much needed tension breaker. you adjust your headset so the mic doesn’t pick up any other bodily noises.

grinning, you rest your arm on a shorter dancer’s shoulder, then go on. “sorry, sorry. i just wanna say, like, three more thank you’s before i get out of here.” there’s a chorus of no’s and encouraging whistles at the mention of you leaving. you blink back more tears to delay the breakdown you’re going to have. “thank you to my friends who always show up for me.”

with a knowing smile, you glance over at tom. “and, thank you to my more than a friend.” he smiles back, both hands held over his heart. harry elbows him in congratulations. more screaming erupts from the crowd as they realize where you’re looking and who you’re looking at. this will be sure to spark some headlines. whatever, you’re used to trending on every possible social media platform by now.

“this is the big one,” you preface, taking in a breath while everyone quiets down again. “thank you to you guys. for trusting me, for caring about what i have to say in any way. i feel your love. i really do, and i hope you feel mine.” your fans yell that they love you back, dancers gently swaying you side to side, emotions on high. there’s one last song, and it’s over.

“this has been the sensation tour, and i’ve been your host. was i good?” you try to lighten the mood, earning a bunch of what sound like positive shrieks. the earpiece you have in makes it hard to tell. “y’all were even better.” exchanging looks with your dancers, you pull out of the hug so you can get to your mark for the finale. they follow your lead. music comes through the speakers.

“i’ll see you again soon, okay? i promise. here’s sensation,” you introduce the song, immediately bursting into more tears. it’s torture to say goodbye. thankfully, you have the most incredible fans on earth, so they sing along with you at the top of their lungs. that includes tom and harry, your ultimate stans.

when the show is over, you run right off stage and over to tom. he’s waiting on the side with actual heart eyes for you. you practically leap into his arms, a hand cradling the back of his head, both his arms draped low and tight around your body.

“you were so amazing up there! absolutely smashed it, darling,” tom breathes out. his face is smushed between your neck and mostly bare chest. “thanks, tom. seriously, thanks for being here tonight and every other.” you smile a tired smile and wind your other arm around his neck. he presses some light you’re welcome kisses to your skin. “mm, thanks for having me. how’s it feel to be done?”

you sigh, fingers running through his curls. “like the biggest relief, and also really sad.” you’re such a mess that you could cry again on the spot. tom senses it and lifts his head up to see if you’re alright. “super depressing,” you surprisingly reiterate without the waterworks. “i know the feeling. you’ll be back soon, though. you said it,” he murmurs, a grin on his lips as they brush against the corner of yours.

you’re about to kiss him properly, then one of your dancers comes up to you. you’d forgotten that there are still stage managers and security everywhere, too. you get completely lost in tom whenever you’re together.

“you killed, babe,” coco greets you, linking your arm in hers. tom takes the hint and lets go of you. he watches on with a smirk. “nah, you murdered,” you send the compliment back and bite your lower lip. “i dunno, i feel like someone murdered me!” there’s coco with her dramatics. she’s genuinely hilarious, your shared sense of humor playing a huge part in your friendship.

she brings your free hand to her heart. you gasp at how fast it’s going. “that shit is really beating, coco. are you, like, okay?” “probably not. it was the freestyle that got me.” coco went a lot harder than usual tonight, since it was her last big dance break for a while. she puffs air from her cheeks and nods to tom. “this your man?”

“yeah, you could say that. i’m tom,” he answers, holding out a hand for her. “coco.” she pulls it like you would in a handshake. you beam at them, one of your best friends and unofficial boyfriend finally meeting. “sounds promising. i approve,” coco mutters to you. bumping your hip into hers playfully, you take one of tom’s hands in both of yours.

“aw, we have your blessing or something? your permission?” you coo and get a push at your shoulder from coco in return. tom chuckles, his thumb running over the back of your hand. “no! i was gonna say you should bring him out back,” coco clarifies, like it was obvious. you’re not sure what she’s on about. “uh, what’s out back?” you question. “an axe?” tom teases.

coco gestures to the nearest exit. “we’re having a little goodbye party in the parking lot. fire pit, snacks. remember?” nope, you’d completely forgotten. the idea first sounded like the perfect way to end your night, so you agreed to go. that was before you were dripping sweat and mentally exhausted. now, all you want to do is unwind with tom and tom only.

the superstar life is one you’re happy to lead, just not at this exact moment.

“i do now.” you muster up your most apologetic smile for coco, tugging on tom’s hand. “i’m sorry, co. i think we’re gonna pass.” her jaw drops. you’re never one to skip these things. “aw, for real? it’s our last night!” tom threads his fingers through yours while you talk. “bro, we’ve been together for almost a whole year,” you laugh out, nuzzling your cheek into tom’s chest. “get sick of me.”

“never,” coco deadpans. she catches you gazing up at tom, relaxing as his arms hug your middle. she’s known you long enough to tell what’s a fling and what’s real love for you. this is something special, and she can’t get in the way of it. she’ll let you navigate this yourself. “ok, just for tonight. you’ll text me?” coco gives you a real smile, raising an eyebrow at tom. he gathers that’s a good thing. he’s in.

“mhm. maybe we can hang out tomorrow,” you agree and let your eyes flutter shut. all that’s keeping you up are tom’s strong arms. “tell everyone i love them.” “i think they know.” coco shakes her head lightheartedly. tom laughs at her. “be good,” she tells him and means it, rubbing your back on her way to the lot. that leaves you and tom alone at last.

custodians are cleaning up the arena, fans are piling out, and you’re clinging to tom while his steady heartbeat grounds you. this is the only after party you need.

“harry’s got the car when you’re ready,” tom mumbles, tucking a piece of damp hair behind your ear. you loop your arms around his torso with a hum. “i was kinda wondering where he went.” “yeah?” he gives you a small smile. “gotta ask what he thought... of the show.” yawns are creeping past your lips, tonight’s events catching up to you.

“i like feedback from the fans, or stans,” you elaborate in your sleepy state. tom uses his fingertips to tap your temple. “what about me? i’m your biggest.” “i’ll, um, follow up with you later.” your words are slurring. “right now, home.” warmth spreads throughout tom’s entire body, his house becoming yours for a bit. “your chariot awaits,” he affirms before helping you to your dressing room.

after collecting your things, you follow tom out to the car. harry is in the driver’s seat, and you two slip into the back. he exchanges a look with his brother through the mirror while you settle on his shoulder. you’re hugging his bicep, his lips pressing to the side of your head.

“thank you for driving,” you speak softly to harry. he starts to pull out of the spot with a nod. “no problem. get to say i was y/n y/l/n’s chauffeur.” tom clicks his tongue even though harry is joking. you snicker at his remark, joking back. “you want the job? better be a five star ride, then.” your banter brings yet another smile to tom’s face. his family is everything to him, so seeing you get along so well means the most.

“right, right. did you have a good time?” harry wonders, twisting to see behind him while he turns around. he also peeks at you snuggled up to tom before facing forward. “great, actually. did you?” you check, the grin clear in your voice. harry goes into full stan mode. “no shit! you were brilliant, y/n. god, every note was just like how you did it the studio.” he’s raving, which is much appreciated by you.

“good answer.” tom shoots his brother a wink. “‘s that what you wanted to hear?” he asks in reference to your conversation earlier. your response is a kiss to his shoulder. “yay. i’m happy you liked it, harry.” he buzzes with excitement, having his favorite artist care what he thinks.

not much is said for the rest of the drive. tom and harry make some hushed conversation about golfing this weekend while you struggle to stay awake. they’re obsessed with that damn sport. it’s honestly nice to see, that tom has something he likes to do when he isn’t shooting hollywood’s biggest movies. your free time will finally give you the chance to discover other hobbies.

you stumble out of the car upon arriving to the boys’ place, a backpack on your shoulders and tom’s hand held tight in yours. you’ve got only a few essentials with you for tonight. the rest is on the tour bus, so you’ll gather it after your hangout with coco. besides, everything you need at the moment is right here.

“home sweet home,” tom announces as harry unlocks the front door. his words bring a tired smile to your face. “finally,” you exhale, keeping your fingers laced with tom’s and following the two of them inside. “i could show you around a bit, give you the grand tour. or-“ tom stops talking, feeling your weight on him. harry huffs at how oblivious his brother is.

“mate, she’s falling over. save it,” he suggests and kicks the door shut lazily. you’re done in. you’ve been having to lean on tom since the show ended. “another time, then,” tom mumbles, securing his arm around your waist. “there is one thing i wanna see.” your voice is low, body curled into tom’s side. he raises an eyebrow. “and that is?” “your room.”

tom takes that in a suggestive way, like he does most things. “we’re getting right to it, are we?” he questions, harry gagging and you nudging his arm with your head. “not like that, dummy. ‘cuz i’m sleepy.” there’s a beat of silence. “ask me again in-“ “wow, look at the time!” harry interrupts so he doesn’t have to hear the details. he’s sure he’ll witness enough after it happens. “off to bed i go! goodnight.”

he rushes to get to his room, yelling out, “great show, y/n!” on the way. “thank you! night!” you call back, tom letting out a sigh. “div of the century,” he says under his breath. “must run in the family,” you playfully retort. that gets you a firm poke at your side. “where’s everyone else?” you glance up at him. there should be two other idiots and a lovely, furry lady running around.

“tuwaine’s gone to the pub, harrison’s filming late, and tess is at mum and dad’s,” tom fills you in, grabbing your arm and draping it around his middle. doing him one better, you hug him with both. you squint in confusion about the last part. “they watch her when i’m out,” tom answers your unspoken question. “ah,” you nod, then deflate ever so slightly. “i wanted to meet her, though. the other boys, too.”

tom smooths the pad of his thumb over your cheek. “you will, darling. it’s only for tonight.” he kisses the same spot reassuringly. “we’ve got loads of time.” “yeah, we do,” you agree, instantly cheering up and letting your head fall onto his chest. “now, where’s your room?” “just upstairs. you need some help getting in?” he’s only playing around, but you accept, tightening your arms around his neck.

“show me the way,” you beam at him. “happy to.” tom wiggles his eyebrows, you jumping up. your legs wrap around his waist, his arms holding you against him. with a satisfied hum, you squish your face into his insanely soft shirt. “what a diva,” tom sarcastically complains while taking you to the staircase. “doesn’t even say please. no manners from this one.”

“you try dancing in six inch heels for two hours,” you shoot back, patting the side of his neck. he moves one hand down to your thigh for a better grip. you’re nearing the top of the stairs. “think i’ll leave that to you,” he decides and squeezes your thigh. “look at me, carrying the whole music industry.” your face easily gets hot and your words turn to murmurs. “shut up. you should listen to other songs.”

you’re on the second floor now, tom going for the first door. he frowns at his rejected compliment. “no, i like yours. they’re my favorite.” “really?” your muffled laugh sounds from his chest. “what was the first thing i ever said to you?” he asks, a toothy grin on him even though you can’t see it. you recall the faithful night he slid into your dms while he carries you into his room.

he’d tripped over his words somehow, the fangirling fool. before that, he tweeted to the whole world that he wanted to see you in concert. it was a huge thing, and people were freaking out about it, even more so when your online interactions became routine. that’s nothing compared to where you are now.

you’re currently living with him and basically dating. possibly, in love. the base of it all really is your music.

“that you love me.” you pause for the ellipses. the corners of your lips turn up. “but, you really meant to say my work.” “both apply.” tom passes that off like it’s a side comment, carefully laying you down on his bed. you look up at him with a curious glint in your eyes. “what does that mean?” his cheeks flush, and he bites back the smile that’s growing. this was supposed to go... differently.

you sit up, breathing out a laugh at tom’s boyish behavior. he’s precious, truly. “you do love me?” those three words will change everything if he says yes. he takes both your hands in his and holds them between you two. you meet his doe eyes. “yeah, y/n/n. i do.” so, you were right. “i love you... and, that wasn’t how i planned on saying it.” signaling for him to elaborate, you tilt your head to the side.

tom sits down next to and faces you before continuing. “it was supposed to be romantic, right?” he rolls his eyes up to the ceiling, annoyed he ruined this. “candlelit dinner, flowers, that sort of thing. seems more fitting for the occasion.” you shift closer to him until your knees are touching. your face is lit up, voice dropped to almost a whisper.

“since when do we do things the way we’re supposed to?” you point out and set your hands on his shoulders. “we’ve gone straight from online dating to me moving in. that’s usually not how it works.” tom chuckles lowly. his own hands find their place on your hips. you’re so good with words. then again, you are a singer. “guess you could say we’re, um, spontaneous,” he agrees, fingers drawing circles on you.

you and tom have explored some of each other’s most intimate places, yet you’ve never shared a moment quite like this. it’s like meeting him for the first time again. he’s too tongue tied to spit out what he wants. you somehow know, anyway. what you cherish most about your relationship is that you two completely and totally understand one another, on every level.

“tom?” you speak quietly, butterflies filling up your body. “hm?” he hums back. this is one of those moments where it all just clicks. “i love you. i really, really love you.” you giggle out of the pure happiness that consumes you, tom joining in your laughter. “i love you, too.” he sounds like he’s said it a million times and he’ll say it a million more. he leans over so his forehead rests on yours. “really, really love you.”

your warm breath hits his face, eyes darting from his own to his lips. “i want you to be more than...” you trail off, unsure of how to phrase it. “more than... more than a friend?” tom pokes fun at what you said during the show. there’s less and less space between you with every second. “you mean, like, a boyfriend?”

“exactly. be my boyfriend,” you all but demand. you’re half asleep and desperate to be able to call him yours already. “bossy, bossy, bossy,” tom chastises, swiping his thumb across your bottom lip. how he goes from being shy and giddy to the cockiest person alive in minutes, you’ll never know. “please?” you throw in to sway him. your hand locks with his, slowly moving it off your face.

you run your tongue over your teeth. “at least kiss me.” “you don’t have to ask,” tom breathes, lips now ghosting over yours. “i was going to.” true to his words, he closes the microscopic gap between you, you pushing forward against him as you kiss back. your first kiss in love. his lips taste like the chapstick he always uses, and he moves them softly.

he places a hand on your knee, you opening your mouth so he can have access to it. instead, a yawn exits. tom pulls back with a breathy laugh. “you must be exhausted, yeah? let’s get you to bed.” he pecks your lips once more. “my girl needs her beauty rest.” that confirms your relationship. you scrunch your nose and grin wide. “and, she’s gonna get some with her boy.”

you’re reminded of how sweaty you are when you catch a whiff. “oof, wait. do you think i can take a shower first?” you grimace, fanning at the air for emphasis. tom uses the tip of his nose to nudge yours. “absolutely. need help in there, too?” he’s not asking in that way, only so nothing happens. the hospital wouldn’t be the most pleasant place to spend your break. plus, he doesn’t want to be without you too long.

“you know what? yeah.”

that’s how you end up intertwined under the hot water, letting it cascade down your back as tom hugs you close to him. you sigh in content and tangle your fingers in his fluffed over curls. you’ve learned that he’s super into having his hair played with. it’s endearing, how he instinctively leans into your touch, eyes closing as you tug on the roots.

he drops his head down to kiss your shoulder, dragging his lips to your collarbone in a way that tickles. they land on one of your breasts next. there isn’t anything sexual about it, only loving. just in case he gets too excited because it’s not uncommon he does, you gently put a finger to his lips. tom takes the hint and lets up. you continue combing through his wet hair while you step out of the water.

“do you ever sing in the shower?” he questions, drawing your naked body in closer to his. “sometimes, yeah. i honestly feel like i sound better there,” you admit and slide your hand down to the nape of his neck. tom’s tongue darts out to lick his lips. “not true. you sound beautiful everywhere, and don’t fight me on this one.” he smirks in satisfaction, you groaning at your loss.

“i really enjoy hearing your voice when it blares through an arena, though,” tom keeps buttering you up. you shake your head and settle both arms around his neck. “man, i just love you so much.” “i love you, sweetheart,” he murmurs back, you switching places so he can give his hair a final rinse. you watch him and his glowing body, admiring the sight.

“what a sensation you are,” you say mostly to yourself, which doesn’t stop him from hearing. “i see what you did there.” he eyes you while you do the same to him. your arms still around his neck pull him back to you. “tommy? do you sing in the shower?” you meant to ask him before, then he started throwing all those compliments at you.

tom scoffs, walking you back so you’re against the wall. “i don’t sing anywhere.” “what?” you gasp and put a hand on his chest. “you’re lying, you have to be. wasn’t billy elliot a musical?” he narrows his eyes at you as he tries to gage where you’re going with this. “that i did a decade ago, and way before puberty. couldn’t sing a word without cracking after that.”

your mouth is left hanging open in shock and disappointment. you bet he has a nice voice, and he’s downplaying it. “y/n,” tom begins, cupping your jaw with his palm. “since we’re living together now, there’s a lot you’re going the learn about me. good things, weird things.” he shrugs casually. “this is one of the weird things.”

“only because you make it weird! come on, let me hear you,” you request and wrap a leg around his waist. you’re giving him a hopeful smile. “god, no. you’ll hate it,” he almost laughs, a hand on your thigh. “i’m literally a singer. how could i hate something i love?” you refute, batting your lashes at him. “especially when someone i love is doing it.” “i love you, too. but, i’m not.” he’s quick to shut you down.

“drop a bar!” you try to coax him, which he already has a comeback for. “you first.” “i can’t. my throat is all scratchy from earlier,” you lie. tom presses his lips into a line, feigning pity. “aw, you know what’ll make you feel better? tea. i’ll go get you some.” he turns to shut the water off, so you grab his shoulders. “no, the steam is working. you can stay.”

“love,” tom addresses you in a warning tone that you can’t take seriously. he can’t either, a giggle escaping him. “my voice is shit. ask anyone, and they’ll tell you.” “i won’t believe them,” you hum, pushing back curls sticking to his forehead. “sounds like you just have stage fright. we can work on that, though.” “how?” he tightens his arm around your middle.

“i’ll bring you on for my next show. we’ll do a little duet.” you’re joking, though that would definitely be interesting to see unfold. “uh, never. what happened to you being tired?” tom cleverly deflects and digs his fingers into your side. you look down in defeat. “i forgot about that.” “yeah, yeah. no, seriously. we should really get to sleep, y/n/n.” he’s back to his sweet, attentive self. “‘s been a long night.”

giving in with a nod, you capture his lips in yet another kiss. tom never gets tired of them, and neither do you. you break it after a few seconds, lips lingering on his as they detach. “carry me?” you ask again, not caring how whiny you sound. tom presses a quick kiss to your forehead. “oh, you’re adorable. of course.”

well, you’ve found something to keep you occupied until the next leg of tour. you’re going to discover the many layers your intriguingly unusual boyfriend has.

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