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[Housamo] Chapter 13 - 1

[Warning: Spoilers for chapter 13 part 1 beware. I might've messed up the order of Ose's lines as he would repeat his words again in another dialogue.]

Within the skies of tokyo, there are crows seen flying about.

The crow gazes from afar. staring at the people going about their busy lives in the city they reside in.

This young man on the other hand, is in a hospital bed of a research facility, outstretching his hand out to the window, trying to look up to see the cities sky.

He was a gifted young man, destined to be a genius out of everyone else, or at least his dreams for the future should've been.

There, another person entered the scene, a clone brought forth into the world by the young boy. A wonderful being born with the same intellect and determination.

Around that time, his own flesh rots from a rare disease and sooner or later his brain will be the last that'll be left behind, as the remaining movements of his fingers ceased to be.

The clone found this disease a mistake to humanity as this individual shouldn't have to live with such a thing.

[Academy] they called it, was nothing but a facility meant to be a research organization. This boy from the very start was being raised in this institution by those sitting at the top till the eventual symptons of his illness manifested.

And so their one and only child prodigy will soon cease to be, in the hands of time, taking moment by moment as the illness violates his body till there is no more.

-- He wanted to fly just like the birds. The boy wished, out into the blue sky, to be soaring freely out into the world.

Someday, his plan to aviate an airplance by himself in an everlasting flight away from here… However, that dream will never come into fruition.

Thus, left it to whichever adult or child smart enough to understand and built it someday. Nevertheless, the young man's brain that he left behind refused to give up hope.

He may have lost his body, but his brain remaining was good enough for him… If ever his intelligence was used for anything, then it was good enough for him as well.

Half of his body was replaced by mechanical parts. Nine percent, then to an eventual ninety-nine percent of it--

In reality, he wasn't able to make use of his hone intellect for he couldn't come to grips with the situation. Nervertheless--

The young man thought to himself. His original body has disappeared and a piece of his brain, too, has ceased to be. Still, that was only for him to say or do with it.

Back in the ancient times, philosophers often asked this: [The Theseus Paradox].*

*A classic philosophical thought experiment about the nature of identity.

If little by little it is replaced by a new thing to substitute as, and bit by bit is eventually replaced by it, essentially replacing that someone.

The ship is completely replaced. If one's past life and now are different but their brain is still the same as it used to be, are they still there anymore?

Despite that, the young man could hardly concern himself with such philosophical questions. What's in front of him is more important, a future where he exists-- Reality.

Whether it'd be the steel or the casket, both are wound up to imprison him. Never again-- Would he be denied to fly ever again.

The young man once again gazes to the window, looking up outside. -- And that very day, was when he, too, flew alongside the crows.

[Duo]

"Well, cure program Ver. D, process complete. This plan is going to take some time, Bertro."

"From the look of it, you'll be able to move that body of yours now, could you not, Bertro?"

[Bertro]

"Yeah, I'm moving, I'm moving. As for this, what the hell--?"

Bertro's body resumed movement with relative ease thanks to Duo's cure treatment.

Designer babies were stacked up against one another without break. His flesh body from tokyo, Robert was a huge burden and restricted him from any activities. *

*Designer baby = A child made from genetic engineering.

No matter what, Bertro will never be like his previous self, and so created designer babies to remove such unwanted illness.

Suffering through weeks of this repeating cycle, Duo tends to be the first to point out and find solutions to the incurable disease.

[Duo]

"Your situation is pitiable, that body that you're supposed to be is replaced with nothing stable to lean on."

"You and that girl trying to devise a plan to find a cure before it takes over is impossible."

"At the heart of the district, someone mentioned something to me regarding a list and it's been decided. The program's complete and is essential by all means."

[Bertro]

"Don't tell me, Duo.. That you did this out of pity after you were beckoned so many times?"

[Duo]

"In regards to that cure plan, you happened to be the one in question, and you were good enough to serve a purpose."

"No, we intellectuals share a common trait, and that is where we focus on that man's cure plan. At this rate, our enemy will be able to do it for us."

[Bertro]

"… Ah, I see. [That man] will do the cure plan for our sake--"

"Now that you've said it, my [spare] position has already been filled. As expected from one who's at the very top of child prodigies."

[Duo]

"No, it's not yet my time to be moving so freely at this current state but it shouldn't be too far off. But never did I hope for this, isn't it so, Bertro?"

"… Well, Bertro. In the game, we're about to be seeing some excitement at this very moment."

"I want you to carry out this information. For our's sake, we need to reach that goal."

"The Academy's number one, our leader that's known as the letter [A], formerly known as [Isaac] is known to be an intellectual, but where is he I wonder?"

Currently, the tower of babel as it was called, or so by its previous predecessors-- Goes by it's more common name, [Academy]. It was assembled, by the ever amazing, artificial child prodigies.

There were thoughtful discussions in regards to [Where is mankind's path to evolutionary progress heading to]?

The fellow child prodigies devised a strict inspection. The last big brains: A, B, and C were selected.

B advocates for the encouragement of furthering child prodigies, fighting the intensifying technological development that they call [Competition] as dictated by progress.

C advocates for the plan of separation for child prodigies entirely, transcending them from typical intelligence against mankind's repatriation due to the [Teachings] progress.

To be raised in such a closed up environment, the child prodigies united together and their sense of purpose to the outside world and to others was made possible.

The reason for the repeats in Tokyo's [Loop] were by the big brain's doing as proof of their experimental testing.

To be born and have your body discarded, the soul then toyed with by someone else, only to be reduced to nothing. Observations were carried out continuously--

Academy's mastermind behind everything was planned by none other than [A] himself, Isaac.

This young man's plan was to originally have mankind produce something, a [fusion] of evolution that'll inherit [A]'s name.

It was a plan to remove the boundary between one thing and another, and remake them into something else entirely.

According to him, this world had too many problems between individuals who's difference weighed too greatly from the moment they were born.

He watched as masses varied too differently from the others but their bodies, intellect and assets were all one in the same.

If that is the case, then in theory, this kind of question should've had the resolution to one's purpose in life already.

How come, your's and another's difference be affixed from the very beginning, where one is to disappear and end in such a manner.

[Duo]

"… Love, it has something to do with being a good person. It's difficult being a good person when you're a child prodigy."

Duo spoke of a time where his inferiority complex came from the result of others that looked down on him, gleefully sneering at him.

"And now that person is a prodigy out of many geniuses out there, a fitting title for one's intellect."

"Firstly, Big brain A's basic research in regards to the human's brain in a digital one, were to display the development of the link mutually working together."

"However, never did I reconsidered.. Applying it to myself."

"Isaac, in the middle of it all managed to accomplish it. That illness that loomed over him was no more even when he eventually lost his body to it."

"And so the big brain A's result of his study was the transferring of intellect into cyberspace."

"You of all people tend to be secrective.. I was, however, wasn't aware of it going to that extent. Amazing."

[Bertro]

"… So you called me out here to do something for you. Duo, just what is your objective from all of this?"

[Duo]

"You and I have this mutual identity where we are both prideful in our profound respectful fields, this wasn't just a mere invite, Bertro."

"First of all, this cure program we're going to use is to help out our child prodigy, that is my number one objective."

"Isaac's illness, next is you. Next time when that illness comes back, do go looking pitiable."

"Furthermore, next time it'll be me. Again, let me remind you-- I am your older brother."

The intellectual was quick to a rebuttal, then his body paused. Duo's incurable disease is yet to poke it's ugly head.

The reason for it is when one's intelligence is accelerating to an extreme speed, Isaac's life came to an abrupt stop. If what was said is true, then it is without a doubt that Bertro is next. At this rate, there is nothing that'll be left for these child prodigies.

[Duo]

"I am fine with this kind of fate. But if you want to be saved then show me-- Reveal to me who you really are, Bertro."

[Bertro]

"… If that was our number one objective, then what about the exceptions, Duo?"

[Duo]

"Of course, that will stay. Plan D is proof enough, Bertro."

Duo laughed at the irony, back then he was never one of the choices to be part of the big brain as he was falling behind that he was about to be tossed aside.

[Duo]

"if it ever leaked out that these selected children were revealed as the three chosen individuals of that facility, we won't be able to separate ourselves from mankind's classification."

[Bertro]

".. I understand, I'll do it. After all, you and I have a borrowed time."

"This is a promise, I'll carry it out."

[Duo]

"Right, then our negotiations have sailed smoothly. Once again, the state of affairs of this current tokyo will change."

[Duo]

"An east player, out of the twenty three is a well known spy."

"World representatives… Refers to those chosen who will carry out [The Will Of The Majority] of each twenty-three worlds."

"Players from every world has this belief rooted to them that if they are able to wield the sword of authority--"

"The player who wins will be awarded with a prize of any wish they desired for participating."

"These games are judged and documented by us child prodigies of the academy."

"Looping as we call it, is for us child prodigies to cross over and record what's left. I, especially am aware of this reconstruction, or expansion that's been happening, of course."

"Out of the twenty-three world representatives, there has been, for the first time in it's history a huge influx of players dropping out of guilds stemming from two individuals."

"From the world Yggdrasil, Surtr. And then from the world of the old ones, Azathoth."

"These two player left their artifacts in tokyo before disappearing."

"The genociders guild has ceased their activities but their guild master is still around."

"But the artifacts were eventually recovered in the computer terminal."

"It is only natural that we shouldn't afford for anyone within the twenty-three to get their hands on these two artifacts."

"Now-- The remaining twenty-one players inside will clash with the three guilds."

"The three true guilds divided tokyo into three pieces, the warmongers located to the west of it."

"The original guildmaster was you, Bertro. But now that's just for formalities sake as someone else has succeeded it."

"Two of the seven leaders, Tezcatlipoca of El Dorado and Shiva of Deva Loka has disappeared."

"Now, the remaining five, no.. Four are all that's left."

"The world representative of Tír na nÓg, Balor who has changed sides to join the invaders war has disappeared as well."

"We deduct he might've seeked refuge from a teacher working in yoyogi academy at shibuya ward institution."

"There could be a link to the battle that occurred on olympus to an artifact currently held by someone who's from that school--"

"But there is yet to be a concrete evidence made public about it… For now let's go to the next one."

"To the east resides the rule makers: Amaterasu, Micheal and Horus."

"There's no known conflict or battle for positon that's occurring inside the guild or at least anything that's of public knowledge. However--"

"The guild master, Karen, has brought back some information a few days ago that there seems to be something alive underwater."

"And so we are to be cautious in our next moves."

"One of the real three, big guilds have set their eyes on the south of tokyo and has positioned themselves there, the invaders."

"As previously mentioned, belonged to Fuxi of Hourai, now to the smoky god."

"Though it hardly matters who's the guild master or his whereabouts at this point."

"As far as I know, Isaac has disappeared to somewhere with no one to take the mantle as guildmaster that'll be up to the task."

"Bertro, you and I will be substituting in his place and practice our power of authority."

"The tower of babel's system has only one specific guildmaster who answers for."

"Nevertheless, I must devote myself to further investigate the certainy of this current tokyo in comparision to other tokyo's."

"Strangely enough, Isaac's disappeareance seemed to be as though he never existed at all."

"Why is it now, without our guildmaster, the three of us big brains have no merit--"

"Now it is up to me to investigate the scope of the tower of babel to see if there are complications… Why now?"

[Duo]

"Our guildmaster, Isaac, just where did his intelligence take him to, Bertro?"

[Bertro]

"… I see, is that so? You plan to investigate every corner of tokyo is what you've been mouthing on about, Duo?"

"If that's the case, then you should look no further, his existence in the world has been plucked out."

[Duo]

".. Come again?"

[Bertro]

"It is more close to say that he USED to exist in this place, THIS tokyo."

"This tokyo we currently are in… By this tokyo you mean the dungeon gate that's at the bottom of the pillar of light--"

[Duo]

"Or, is there is a room that works as a layered computer system somewhere within the deep web?"

Duo questioned the possiblity of an opposing force, deep within the deepest parts of tokyo, cyberspace.

[Bertro]

"No, no, Duo. That's not the where he went."

"Tokyo's underground is physical and deeper, there are places conceptually deeper than the deep web itself."

[Duo]

"… What?"

[Betro]

"Tokyo's underground system can be reasoned that it is over 10 meters--"

"However, to go over a 100 meters deep more, who do you think lives within those depths?"

[Duo]

"… Don't tell me..!?"

[Bertro]

"The guildmaster of Akihabara, are you aware of him, Duo?"

[Duo]

"Akihabara's guildmaster.. You mean [Turing], Bertro?"

[Bertro]

"Correct, the creator of that artificial intelligence has quite a substantial control of the deep web--"

"In a way, you could say even he surpasses us in terms of intellectual gifts."

"If were to gain new information in regards to the deepest parts of tokyo, we'll be able to construct something grander, wouldn't you say--!"

[Ose]

"Honestly, how dare you send me out and not another, I am the messenger, aren't I?"

[Freck Gurr] to [Hugh Mun], Ose has a wide collection of names.*

*I think Ose's other names have been stated in the earlier chapters, but I forgot what they were again lol.

"Still… I see, in this way you'll be able to monitor the entire city."

"As if I've been overlooked, now I've being sent down to the ocean from who knows what to search for something. Buddy, I'd rather trek the entire tokyo, do you honestly think I look like I'll be able to do that…"

"Still, I'm still being sent out to a mission by my employer. That world representative, Odin, in my opinion… Right."

Ose squints, following the crow within his field of view and starts to laugh by himself.

"Well now, seems like I'll be able to put it into practive the complaints I've been sending out to that owner's spy."

"Shall we go then, my next destination… Tokyo's roppongi."

"One of the largest man made building is built on tokyo bay. The location of the largest sea networks out there--"

[Turing]

"Ordinary power, as someone would call it is just a need to prove one's essence in being a human."

No matter who you ask, someone will answer differently in regards to a certain snow white, wearing a particular clothing and with a petite figure.

[Turing]

"Just what does being a human prelude to, I wonder? Just what am I, I wonder?"

"[There is only one person in this world that's me], why, how thoughtless to be uttering such a thing is what I'd say, however--"

"One should understand that the world will never be pleased no matter how you look or act as a person."

"However, we still need to intake that calcium and carbon into our bodies, after all. This lump of flesh we call bodies are the reason we exist, and without it, we would have no reason to be."

"That we, as people have have free reign is merely just an illusion, In truth.. I have yet to believe."

"In no more than a few years, this unsightly self will come to an end… Such is the way of life."

In the end of time, this body may change. In the end of time, this heart, too, may change.

In a way that eternity is an everlasting numerical formula, one's body is unchangeable is proof enough.

[Turing]

"… Oh dear, I'm truly sorry, I was merely humoring myself."

"Even so, to think one has thrown their body due to an illness in order to reach something beyond our reach."

"Although, one such as yourself has finally realized-- you've completely changed."

Words that have been spoken was nothing more to the figure that's nowhere to be seen but the countless of cables stretching far wide.

Sometimes hoping for something to come signal back with it's glaring light…

[Turing]

"Hahah, my apologies, do forgive me and thank you very much. Then, let us peacefully carry out an agreement."

"This power.. I, the guild master of Akihabara, Turing, shall assure you a revolution."

"Thus.. I will make sure that this revolution shall bring the end to humanities woes."

"These woes.. And desires. Look, you see them too, don't you--"

Words that should be leading to someone is breathed out and left to be scattered across the bay with no one else to hear it.

[Turing]

"…. Come now, don't be going on ahead. Not when I'm calling you, Isaac."

"From this point on, this darm will now be dismantled and everyone will lose the illusion that they call bodies…"

#translation #housamo #tokyo afterschool summoners

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linhe-art · 7 months

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Inktober or no inktober that is the question??

Like I have a v complicated relationship with inktober since I always see such amazing art from other artists for the same prompt that I did and then I feel really bad about my art. It is a feeling I just can never get rid of. Nervertheless I decided to test the waters again with this cute witch hhuehe.

#inktober #drawtober #mythicalwitchtober #witchtober #art #digital drawing #digital art #love potion

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psycho-dramas · 2 years

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hellomynudebrain · 3 years

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This fanfic was made while I was a little bit sick. It looks like a serie but is more like something I'm writing because of boredome. Anyway, enjoy it and see you around, nurses!

The quirkless' diary- The villain, the Hero and the bitch bridemade. Part 1

The wedding of your friend is today and as a quirkless person, you can't use any power, except for the power of money, so you take a cab which will make you arrive a little bit late to the ceremony, but who cares you can't run, you look like the most fabulous bitch with that wine color dress, your high heels and your make up which make you take 2 hours of your morning life.

However, the luck goddess is not with you today, because while you're waiting in the traffic in the main street, yells of fear can be hear outside. A villian was attacking the city.

"Damn it! There's traffic" Those are your only words.

You're sick of this shit! Every time was the same.

If some villain attack the city, you have to work extra hours or your favorite food places were closed definitely and now you can't go to your friend's wedding , because some random guy with powers wants to break all, however you can't do anything about it and decide to scroll one more time your FB page and stalk your ex.

The riot goes where you are.

The driver leave the taxi with you inside. All the cars in front of you begin to get up from the ground and fall again. The people in the cars next to the cab and behind it start to leave their vehicles, your response is slow and you fall with the taxi which now is upside down.

You're in a really awkard position, your legs are near your head, but no bones broken. You complain loud about it.

"God damn it! My dress is torn!"

Oh, darling. You shouldn't have yelled, because in that instant the villain was near the taxi and hear your scream. He's behind you. His twisted yellow smile and black eyes are shinning, because now he can use you to fight back with the heroes.

You're trying to get out of the car but it's too late, his hand is over you. With one hit he get you out of the cab and you can see him with more detail.

He looks like and old man with a bad wash bear and awful yellow teeth. He has four hands and legs as lager as a spider and strong enough to break apart and elephant.

You're in one of his hands grabbing you and that gross you.

"HEY OLD MAN! GET ME DOWN, YOU PROBLABLY HAVEN'T WASH YOUR HANDS IN DAYS, SO LET ME DOWN, GOD DAMN IT!"

"SHUP UP! DON'T YOU GET YOUR POSITION?! YOU'RE GIGANTIUM'S HOSTAGE, NOW AND IF I WANT I CAN KILL YOU! BAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

You look at him with really annoyed look.

"DON'T THREW ME THAT SHIT! IF YOU 'RE GONNA KILL ME, KILL ME NOW. I RAHTER BE DEATH THAN LOOK LIKE A PIECE OF GARBAGE ON MY FRIEND'S WEDDING, SO DO IT, YOU OLD TRASH BAG!"

The villain never imagined you could say something like that. He thought you will beg for your life, not for taking your live.

Suddenly five heroes appear. Among them there are three young ones, one with a face which looks like he's smelling shit all day, an emotionless bicolor guy and one with brocoli hair. The other two are a tall old geezer with a weird fire beard and a hansome one with wings but who looks like a player.

The villain feels cornered but he has you as his triumph card, so he raises you in the air anf begins to yell.

"You can't attack me! If you do, she's gonna die!"

All the heroes back down with thethreat.

The villain has a crooked smile on his face in sign of victory. However, one of the heroes freezes his feet making him lose balance and realase him from the grip.

The brocoli head saved you while you are falling. The smilling face starts to fight againts him, but a little mistake in their plans make the villain release from the ice and threw away to the other heroes with only one move.

Again, you're falling but the villain grabs you and threatens the heroes again.

"BUAHAHAHAHA! YOU CAN'T CATCH ME AND SAVE HER AT THE SAME TIME, YOU FOOLS!"

The same scene repeat again.

The heroes back down, the bicolor guy attacks again, but this time cover the villan's rigth side. The villain lose balance and you are falling, nervertheless the one who saves you is the wing man with looks of a playboy.

"Calm down darling! Now you are saved in my arms!"

You look disgusted with that phrase and he noticed it but he let it pass.

Again the stupid old geezer, aka, the villan reales himself from the ice and grabs you and the wing man. His grip is getting harder your and he's mad and starts to yell again.

"YOU STUPID HEROES! YOU ENDEVOR! YOU CAN'T, USE YOUR FIRE AND THOSE NEWBIES CAN'T DO A THING. NOW I HAVE TWO HOSTAGES! BAHAHAHA!"

The broccoli head is calming down the one with the shitty face. He looks mad, like he wants to drestroy this old man but he can't , because of you and the wing man.

You really don't want to be in that situation, so you remember your " ex's gift" which is on your pockets. Yeah, your dress has pockets.

Like you can, you realease your hand and with a lot of effort, your hand arrives where your pocket is. Yes, there it is.

While you're struggling to look for the gift, the villain brings you closer to his face and starts to talk loud.

"Let's look what I have here. I coulnd't see you well a moment ago, but your quite the cuttie, maybe I should have fun with you while the heroes see!"

The villain smiles and lick your face. The impotence can look on the heroes' faces. All were still, the blond shitty guy screaming while the villain is laughing hard and looking their faces, that's your oportunity, he has a blind spot.

Your hand moves as fast as it can from your pocket activating quickly the electricity system of the tazer put him on his nake making him convulse untill he is stunned, realeasing you and the wing man from the villan's hands.

The wing man catchs you in the air while the other three boys and the big foot with fire beard end with the villain.

"Hahahaha! Well done, pretty girl! I own you one. If you ever need help, don't dout and ask me"

"...Yeah, yeah..Now put me down!"

The following half hour the police is asking about the details for their inform and you want to explode because you missed the ceremony, however you can make it for the reception. The wing man dude was still in the place answering questions for the press.

You grab your purse and phone from the taxi, fix your dress and your make up, the best you can and walk to reach the wing man's back and talk with him.

"Hey, wing man dude! Your offer is still up?"

"Oh, pretty girl! Yes, I can do you the favor and I'm not a wing man dude, my hero name is Hawks, don't forget it, sweetie!"

"Yeah...whatever wing man. I need a ride a you're my only option...so let's go"

He look at you perplex with your answer, he smirks a little bit and with flirty eyes looks at you.

"Sorry, sweetie, but I’m working with Endevor and I can't leave all the work"

You are upset, the veins on your forehead are showing at this point. Your temper wasn't as short as now. All begins after your break up with your ex and this situation was the perfect example why your temper become short.

Your nosetrils are getting bigger as your eyes and the aura around you starts to feel demoniatic and Hawks can sense it.

"I'm not asking, you own me a favor, so take me to the church"

Hawks feels intimidated... And kinda of excited with your foul mood even Endevor turns his back at him and pretends ignore him.

"... Alright, sweetie let me take you to the church"

In some weird attemp of make you feel a little bit happy or shy, he twinks his eye and smile at you.

You only roll your eyes.

"Just shup up and take me"

Hawks carry you as a princess in his arms and whisper on your ear.

"At your orders, my sweet princess"

He wants you to feel shy or embarrassed, however that doesn't work with you. His only achivement is that you look at him with a disgusting gaze.

#boku no hero fanfic #bnha hawks #boku no hero x reader #fanfic #boredom

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teeztheflag · 4 years

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P r i n c e s s

⋆ pairing: mafia!san x reader x mafia!hong joong

⋆ genre: mafia au, smut

⋆ warnings: alcohol, strong language, age gap, threesome, anal sex, double penetration, mentions of killing

⋆ words: 4,600

„There‘s one condition. You have to promise to be our and only our princess from now on. What do you think?“

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Bodies sway from side to side in sensual ways while the club consumes everyone in its rhythm. You yourself already lost track in time by rolling your hips to the music not seeing or hearing anything else since you entered the dancefloor. After some time you decide to get to the bar for a refreshment and while waiting you start to let your eyes roam around the club. In one of the booths you find your best friend being occupied in a hot make out session with a girl.

You suppress the smile that is urging to grow on your face and thank the bartender when he hands you your drink. That’s really what you needed. You would go back dancing after you finish your drink and while devouring the toxic liquid you spend the time with watching the wasted people in this club called ‚Wonderland‘.

Your gaze stops at a booth section right across from you. You tense when you suddenly feel a pair of eyes land on your form and quickly look down at your hands that were playing with your glass. Your were caught staring.

Well, technically you didn’t even know what you were looking at or more precisely who. The only thing you were able to catch a slight glimpse at were two boys or men sitting and watching the scene, too.

You were growing impatient. So eventually you dare to peek again into the direction only to find one of the men missing. Since the light play of the club slows down for another song the man‘s figure starts to be illuminated in unsteady intervals. But it is enough to see him slightly smirk and raise one eyebrow in a provocating way daring you to check him out any longer.

„Princess wanna‘ join us?“

You startle so hard at the silk voice and minty breath next to your face you accidentally spill some of the liquid out of your glass to the ground. Turning around you are met with one of the probably most handsome man you’ve ever seen. When your eyes linger a little bit too long on his face and icy white hair he leans in again and breathes down your neck to repeat his suggestion.

You already understood the first time but were too nervous to say anything to a beautiful man like him.

He smiles at you and lightly turns his head to the said booth with the other man waiting who watches the amusing scene with high interest.

After mindlessly nodding at him he grabs you by your waist and carefully guides you away from the crowd and up to the booth where his partner is eagerly waiting.

„My, my. What a diamond you brought us, Joong!“

The man in the booth makes place for the two of you and you are sit down between them the man holding you not letting go of your waist in the process.

„Tell me princess, what’s your name?“

The man hands you a drink and patiently waits for your answer. The other one takes this as an opportunity to shamelessly let his gaze roam over your petite form and stops at your hand that tries to pull down your short dress a little bit.

Sweet.

The man licks his lips at the sight and fights down the urge to fuck you right here in his club where all the people can see you. Your sweetness just emphasizes your pure appearance even more.

„Y/N. That’s my name.“ You shyly look to the ground not being able to hold eye contact with one of these godly men more than a second.

„Mh, what a beautiful name for a gorgeous girl like you. Don’t you think, San?“

„It is. But I think princess suits you the best.“

Your heart makes a beat when the man named San takes your small face between his smooth thumb and index finger turning it to face him.

His eyes turn into crescents and dimples adore his features when he shoots you an intoxicating sweet smile. You only stare in awe at him taking in his beauty. Surprisingly you like his feathery touches on your skin that make funny things to your tummy.

„Is it ok if we call you princess, Y/N?“

Hong Joong steals your attention from San when he pushes you back a little bit causing you to end in his embrace.

„Y-yes, it’s okay.“

Both men smile at you and you sip from your drink trying to calm down a little bit. It wasn’t your first time talking to older men but definitely the first flirting with two at the same time. Well, at least you thought they were both interested in you regarding their littles touches and gazes.

„You are really cute. How old are you, Y/Nah?“

„Actually, my 18th birthday was just a few weeks ago.“

You were afraid to disappoint them with your age but you liked sincerity so you decided to tell the truth.

„Oh, you are really a young princess. Only 18, that’s so precious!“ San can’t hold back his happiness about your age and pokes your little cheek at your confession earning him a sweet giggle out of your mouth.

„Princess, we are only a few years older than you. And you’re not a minor anymore. So everything’s good, right?“

„Yes, I think so...“

San is still grinning at you while Hong Joong starts to draw little circles over your exposed thigh with his finger tips. You feel the area he manages to reach form goosebumps and you suddenly shiver at his actions. He seems to notice your little shaking and stops to lay his hand flat on your tight flesh.

Again you bring the glass up to your lips emptying it with on swift move. The boys watch you eagerly but San‘s sending you a questioning look when you grimace because of the strong alcohol. With a flick of his fingers immediately a waiter appears and the boy with the mullet whispers something to him. The waiter bows to San and practically flys to the bar.

Hong Joong chuckles a bit at your cuteness and low level of drinking ability and takes a strand of your hair between his thin fingers to guide it back behind your ears. You cannot concentrate on anything if he’s touching you constantly. So you have to try hard to hear what San says when the waiter comes back with a bottle of ice cold Fiji water.

„Little girls shouldn’t drink too much.“

He winks at you and gestures for you to drink up.

„Oh, I am good. But thank you!“

„It wasn’t a question, princess.“

Something in his voice tells you he wouldn’t take a no again and you start to drink the water feeling a relief in your system. Hong Joong kisses your hair as a reward for your obedience but being not used to the proximity yet you flinch a little bit leaving the man pouting at you.

„I am sorry. Didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.“

„No, it’s not... I mean there are still many people here...“

San and Hong Joong literally coo at your pure statement. San takes your hand into his stroking it in lovely motions.

„You are absolutely right. Do you wanna‘ come with us to our place?“

Do you? You don’t know these handsome strangers and they could try to take advantage of you as soon as there were no witnesses.

They recognize you taking time and Hong Joong knows the more you rethink it the possibility of you rejecting them grows. With a soft move he takes away his warm and comfortable arm around your form and leaves you cold. San understands and distances himself a little bit, too.

„Or we can call a cab for you, Y/N?“

Their technique seems to work when you practically whimper at the loss of touch. It brings you out of your thoughts and before you can think straight you stop them.

„No, I really want to come with you!“

Both men hide their amusement and this time San takes your form in his arm and guides you outside.

After a twenty minute trip you arrive in front of a grand mansion. Hong Joong opens the door for you and takes your hand. All this time both males watch your reactions. When you ask them if they were rich or something San only smiles following you and Hong Joong inside their house.

Of course they were rich. They nearly controlled the whole country. But you didn’t need to know that at this moment.

To say you are impressed would be an understatement. You never have seen such luxury before in your life.

You take back your hand out of Hong Joong‘s grasp and start to take in your surroundings. Spinning around in the entry area you watch every little detail of the richness.

„Please tell me about your employment. I think I am going to change my major!“

Both men heartly laugh at your suggestion. You wouldn’t want to if you knew.

„You’re in college, princess?“

San emerged from behind and embraces your form in a tight back hug leaning his face in your shoulder. He starts to usher you forward and you see the livingroom nearing.

„Yes, I am studying to become a teacher!“

„Oh, one day you will be the perfect mommy.“

That was a little bit strange but you humm at it nervertheless.

The three of you make yourselves comfortable on the big couch in their living room and start to make a little bit small talk. After some time you start to come out of your shell and tell them a lot about yourself and your hobbies.

They ask you more and more questions and you realize that you technically don’t know anything about them to this point.

„So, what are you doing for a living? I mean, who can afford such a grand palace?“

As soon as the question leaves your mouth Hong Joong‘s smile falters a little bit and San‘s lips seem to twitch for only a second. You really were a curious princess. After Hong Joong composes himself he motions for you to come to him and sit down in his lap. You debate with yourself but as excitement fills your body at the thought of feeling him under you your body reacts on his own. You find yourself sitting in the boy‘s lap like a little girl your arms around his neck to hold onto him. His face nears your own and you are brave enough to hold the eye don’t as he caresses your cheeks with his hands.

„That’s a good girl. You know, what we do isn’t quite something for princesses to know. But I can tell you that we are willing to fulfill every wish of yours.“

„Every wish?“

There is indeed something you wish for as you feel your face heat up at his soothing touches. You feel your arousal forming and your panties growing wet from it.

But why aren’t they answering your question. As if San seems to recognize your uncertainty again he comes over to the two of you and sits down next to Hong Joong your back facing him. Suddenly he embraces your waist from behind and pushes away your hair to give him a better access to your smooth neck.

You shudder when he presses down an open mouthed kiss to your shoulder causing you to only lean more into the boy.

„Wait. Why me? And what do you want in return?“

They are both taken back by your sharpness but like it. Hong Joong chuckles at you and grabs your neck to move your face right in front of his.

„Don’t you know how hard you made us with your sinful movements on the dancefloor?“

His gaze burns at you with enormous lust and it takes everything in you to not moan at loud.

„I didn’t know...“

„Of course. That’s why I am telling you now. Your body practically screamed for us to take care of you, princess.“

You don’t know what to say anymore. His words alone could make you cum undone right at this moment. You clench your tighs together but Hong Joong seems to notice and before you can react he pushes his hand between your legs and holds your princess part in one hand.

You try to get away from him only to have San holding you in place from behind.

„Ohhh...“

„There‘s one condition. You have to promise to be our and only our princess from now on. What do you think?“

He adds some pressure with his flat hand onto your clit and you swear stars are forming in front of your eyes.

„Y-yes! I promise!“

San chuckles behind you. „What do you promise? Say ,I promise to be only Hong Joong‘s and San‘s princess from now on!‘ Do it!“

„I promise to be only Hong Joong‘s and San‘s princess from now on!“

„Good girl.“ San purrs into your ear and suddenly both boys let go of you leaving you a whimpering mess on the couch. They stand up and watch from above how you are clenching around and biting your lip in a seductive manner.

San and Hong Joong exchange quick glances and San takes you up in bridal style and the three of you go upstairs to a equally luxurious bedroom. He carefully puts you down on the fluffy blankets and kisses his way down to your feet until he frees you from your stilettos.

Hong Joong emerges from another room and puts something into his pocket when he sees your already tired gaze. He sits down beside you onto the bed and watches as San professionally undresses you in front of the two mafia leaders.

When you are totally naked San takes in your breathtaking body sprayed out all vulnerable on the bed ready to be devoured like a dessert. His bulge is growing in his pants at the sight and creates a painful urge to free himself of his clothes, too. But he knows they want to prepare you first.

You shiver at the coldness your exposed body is met with and thank Hong Joong when he cradles behind you and positions you between his legs back facing him. He spreads your legs wide for San who needs to pay attention to not drool at the sight of your beautiful pink pussy. San takes a hold of himself and emerges your form to kiss your parted lips.

„You smell so wonderful princess. Like a flower that’s only blooming for us.“

You whimper as Hong Joong breathes in the scent of your hair and neck and flinch when he starts to sink his teeth into your pulse point sending you to utopia. You moan out loud closing your eyes and fully lean into the man behind you giving him better access.

San takes this chance and lunches downwards to plunge his tongue as deep as he can into your entrance.

„Fuck! What are y-“

You look at the brown haired boy between your legs and how his demeanor changed into something like a possessive demon the way he tries to reach and taste every inch of your slit.

Soon the overwhelming sensation of being pleased by two man at the same time sends you over the edge. Your legs are starting to tremble terribly when you feel your orgasm starting to build from deep within you. San notices and adds a finger into your pussy. He starts to penetrate your g-spot in rhythmic motions and sucks at your clit like his life depended on it.

„There you go princess! Cum for us!“

„Nghaa... please!“

„Do it you little slut!“

Hong Joong starts to lightly choke you and suddenly your whole body is consumed by a mindblowing orgasm that rattles your whole being.

„SAN! Fuck! Oh my gosh!“

You whimper out loud when he rides you through your explosion with his fingers and slowly takes them out when you fall limb in Hong Joong‘s arms.

You merely make out San‘s glistening smile only recognizing that his whole chin is plastered in your wet cum. He draws big circles on your thighs while Hong Jong kisses your face and hair helping you to calm down from the shaking event.

„Do you want to continue princess?“

Can you? You really feel worn out but seeing the two boys watching you with excited eyes you want to know what else they wanted to do with you.

You try to sit down straight in front of them and grab Hong Joong by his collar to guide him into a meaningful kiss. You play with his tongue and dominate his mouth causing him to smirk into the kiss. He seems to like that so you add it to your mental notes.

San watches the hot make out session and undresses himself quickly. When he’s fully naked he takes his dick into one hand and starts to stroke it while Hong Joong grabs your tits and plays with your nipples causing you to slightly flinch. Next the white haired boy guides you to the edge of the bed where San is standing.

You took in the boy’s naked glory and you only feel yourself getting hotter at the sight. Oh how badly you want to roam your hands over his defined abs and kiss each pack of his. Your gaze drifts down to his dick right in front of your face. He’s thick and veiny and you start to wonder if you would be able to feel every unevenness of his dick with your walls.

San seems to grow impatient and whimpers lightly to gain your attention. You make up for the waiting by starting a full blow to his cock earning a cry from the boy.

„So pretty. My little princess looks so hot with her lips around my dick. Oh fuck. Yes!“

You feel a pool of wetness building under your slit at his praising words and grab a hold of his tensed buttocks to push him further into you.

„Shit, princess!“

San growls at every blow you give him and closes his eyes when you hit the back of your wet cavern. Same time Hong Joong gets rid of his clothes and makes himself comfortable on the bed watching your ass from behind swaying up and down in the process of pleasuring the other gangster.

As San engulfs into the feeling of his cock hitting your throat he holds your head in place and starts to deepthroat you. You immediately gag at the deep intrusion and try to stop the man by pushing him back by his abdomen. You only whimper out before San recognizes your discomfort and instantly pulls out. He quickly checks your face.

„Shit, I am sorry princess. I got carried away.“

„No, please don’t be. I am just not good in deepthroating... But I will practice!“ Both boys have to laugh at your cuteness and San clears your drool with his thumb.

„Baby, you don’t have to practice anything. You have to promise us to always be honest if you feel uncomfortable. Is that clear?“

Hong Joong pets your back while showing you a comforting smile.

„Ok, I promise. But what if I don’t want you to stop?“ Both men are shocked by your statement.

„Then, maybe we should think about a safe word?“

„That’s a good idea! What about... wonderland?“

„Oh, wonderland? Why tho?“

„Because it’s the place where we met for the first time.“ After thinking about it for a moment the two boys nodded at you.

„Then it’s wonderland!“ San clapped into his hands and decided to continue by engulfing you into a kiss again. Meanwhile Hong Joong finds the item in the pocket of his trousers that are laying on the ground next to the bed. San turns you around and positions you in front of Hong Joong on all fours.

Hong Joong’s penis was not as bag as San’s one but beautiful nevertheless. San doesn’t give you much time and pushes your head down on to his friend‘s dick and gets back behind you.

Hong Joong lightly pulls at your hair while his eyes roll back at you in front of him. How could such a pure being have a sinful body and lips like this?

„P-princess. This isn’t your first time you’re doing this. Am I right?“

You stop blowing him and look into his dilated eyes.

„What do you think?“

You continue to take him in as deep as it fits causing the gangster to throw his head back into the cushions.

You feel San behind you kissing your butt stroking it from time to time to encourage you. Suddenly Hong Joong stops you and hands San the object he was hiding under a cushion.

„Huh?“

„Princess, are we allowed to pleasure you through every pretty hole of yours?“

As soon as you understood what he meant San already had his tongue on your other entrance igniting a deep moan out of you. You feel your legs giving out when he starts to lick his way from your cunt to your asshole.

„I-I will try! Fuck!“

Hong Joong sucks your bottom lip into his mouth and starts to swirl your tongues. Moans and wet noises fill the room and you don’t know if you could ever be pleasured better again by another man.

As soon as San feels your entrance slowly becoming soft and squashy he tries to insert one finger into the hole. As he emerges in your virgin part you can only growl into Hong Joong‘s mouth who isn’t letting go of you.

San starts to pump his finger in and out of you so you can adjust to the new sensation. After some time he pushes in another finger and you mewl out at the stretching feeling. Suddenly his fingers are pulled out and your entrance is met with something cold and synthetic.

You make a move to look behind what he is planning to do but Hong Joong still holds you in place kissing you more ravishingly than before. And your cry out when San pushes a pink buttplug into your back hole.

„Fuck! Feels .. soo ... goooddmnfnf!“

Hong Joong smirks into your mouth and your cries and whimpers shake his whole body and stop at his erection that is urging him to stroke himself at the feeling.

San continues to fuck you with the toy and stops for a second to spit onto it to make the process easier.

„How does that feel princess? Do you like it? Do you want me to fuck your sweet little hole with my own dick?“

„P-please! Yes!“

San growls at your needy answer and takes out the buttplug. Hong Joong stops kissing you leaving your lips red and bruised because of the long attack.

San lays down on the bed and Hong Joong positions you onto San your back facing the mullet boy‘s face.

„Take your time baby. This dick is much bigger than the buttplug.“

San holds your hips in a helping manner while you steady yourself on Hong Joong‘s shoulders. Painfully slow you guide yourself down onto San‘s standing erection the boy positioning his dick so he can enter you easier.

And god does it feel amazing. Your moth forms into a silent cry while you take him in fully. Hong Joong watches the scene with amazement and San curses out incoherent words at the tightness of your butthole.

„Fucking shit!“

The first pushes feel awkward although San and Hong Joong pull you up and down onto the cock very slow. After some adjusting you feel the amazing sensation of the anal experience and close your eyes to get lost in the moment. You start to push yourself down onto the boy on your own and decide the rhythm of the trusts to go quicker.

San‘s grip on your hips tighten with each thrust you are pressing down on him. Hong Joong grows impatient at the sight of his partner having all the fun alone and starts to kiss your breasts leaving markings all over the place.

„This is so good! Nghaa...“

San slowls you down and strokes your back to give you the feeling of doing well in this position. Hong Jong shares a look with San and positions his cock in front of your pussy watching your reaction with eager eyes.

„What do you think, princess? Can you take two at the some time?“

Holy shit.

„Yes! Please fill me, too, Hong Joong!“

„That’s our good little princess.“

San and Hong Joong definitely not knew you would be so obedient and into a threesome and double penetration so having you practically pleading for it shoots goosebumps over their own skin. They made the right decision in choosing you this evening.

But only after this night they could decide if they would let you live or kill you off.

Hong Joong sinks to his knees over San‘s legs and puts his cock in front of your entrance and teases the wet area with his pulsing shaft.

His eyes darken at the sight and you feel your breath getting caught in your system when he enters you painfully slow stretching out your pussy. You never felt this beautifully full before and notice San‘s and Hong Joong‘s grunts, too, when they pass eachother in your pelvis only a thin wall between the two itching dicks.

San‘s little movement under you suddenly lets you experience a rush of another accidental orgasm making the boys aware of your sensity to the situation.

You just lay limp on San‘s sweaty body after calming down everyone trying to not move a single muscle. After a few seconds Hong Joong presses his head against yours whispering encouraging words to you.

„Baby, you can do it. Just another one.“

„Mhh.“

Sloppy sounds are heard when the boys start to grind into your holes leaving you a crying mess between their bodies. As soon as they set a rhythmic pace Hong Joong digs his fingers under your knees and holds them up to deepen the contact between you and him.

You love the feeling of being fucked by the two man at the same time and grab Hong Joong‘s neck to steady yourself a little bit while their pace only quickens more. You blood is buzzing when their rhythm grows unsteady and you feel yourself becoming hotter each second.

„I-I think I am going to cum soon. San?“

„Yeah, same!“

Hong Joong presses his thumb onto your clit and starts to roughly rut his hips into your body leaving you and San in shock under him. He circles your clit aggressively and your head falls over San‘s shoulder who leans up onto his forearms.

„Fucking shit you little bitch you’re going to take all of us!“

Hong Joong‘s eyes darken and he grabs a tight hold onto one of your tits while fucking you into oblivion. You shudder at his sinful words and feel your orgasm approaching because of it.

Your vision fades to black when the third times this night waves of pleasure rush through you. The boys equally tense and with low grunts and one final push they insert their thick cum into your holes mixing it with your own.

Only strong breathing sounds are heard in the room and the trio of you are laying on the bed nuzzling into eachother. You are so worn out that you instantly fall asleep while a cozy smile adorns your face.

San and Hong Joong carefully pull out of your entrances and lay down beside you. The brown haired boy spoons you from behind and Hong Joong covers your forms with a blanket. Before closing their eyes San shoots Hong Joong an enquiring look to which the mafia leader only devilishly smiles and hums.

Seems like you passed the test.

„Sleep tight, our little princess.“

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ikevamp-annalyne · 4 years

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Hey! Can i request for a fluffy hc for ikevamp (if all are too many, prioritize Comte Leo Arthur Theo Vincent plz♡) of the suitors comforting MC who suffers from test anxiety? The MC could be smart and determined but lacking in confidence in herself/having a fear of failure. Tysm in advance and no rush! I luv ur writing 😊😊

Hello there! “ヽ(´▽｀)ノ” thank you so much for your request! Here is my take on your idea heheh

Napoleon:

"Nunuche, why are you crying?" Napoleon asks while you are fidgeting over your text book and crying your eyes out. You explain about your upcoming test and how anxiety is eating you alive. Napoleon knows you are very clever so he doesn't see why you are so nervous. Nervertheless, he will comfort you, bring you coffee and snacks he made himself. And he will also cuddle you to reduce the anxiety, even making you study.

Mozart:

He is taken aback and thinks you are exaggerating at first: you are clever so why are you so nervous? He will probably scold you a bit, worsening your tears. But then, upset and mad at him, you tell him that he is exactly like you! Getting all anxious when he is giving new performances. So he thinks it back because you are right. Thus he will give you breathing tips, relaxing techniques, chocolates to feel better, and of course kisses.

Leonardo:

When you are anxious and eaten alive by your fear, Leonardo is very caring. He knows how anxiety can be a hassle to handle. So he offers studying sessions -at times, he tutors you-, relaxing and breathing techniques, he makes you snack, leaves Lumiere with you so that his purrs calm you down. However, you know what? Papi Leonardo is a pervert for you. So, stress-relieving sex. Yes. And cuddles, kisses, sweet pleasuring sessions.

Arthur:

Arthur knows anxiety very well since he suffers from it a lot. He will recognise anxiety signs early on and make sure to help you out however he can! Need some coffee? He is on it. Need to be alone? He lets you use his room and desk to study while wandering in the mansion -he is actually behind the door in case you need him, writing his story on the floor-. Need a hug? He guves them freely! He also gives you breathing techniques.

Vincent:

Sweet baby is so sad about you being anxious, crying because of how afraid you are are to fail. It hurts him since he knows how clever you are, how amazing you will do at your tests! So he just stays there, comforting you, making you the sweetest speeches to get you to calm down and cuddling you while you are studying, tying up your hair in buns, kissing your nape, pouring you water, and just him being next to you makes you feel calmer.

Theodorus:

At first, insensitive babe in the sense that he doesn't get why you are so nervous. You are his clever hondje so of course, you won't fail! But when you break into tears in front of him after having shouted at him how much of an insensitive jerk he's being, he will frown but then hug you and apologise. He will bring stacks of pancakes and liters of maple syrup. You have a binge-eating pancake session to get you to relax.

Isaac:

Anxiety is his second name. So he knows damn too well how to cope with it. What works for him is studying in a quiet place, alone, with his thoughts only and some tea. It doesn't work that well for you, but studying with him does! He explains very well and is very patient with you. Being in his room alone with him with some tea, only the sound of your pencils scratching on paper calms you down and makes you feel more confident.

Jean:

Oh baby doesn't know how to help! He is illetterate and has never known the anxiety of studying and failing a course -he has only known the fear of war, so not the same-. He will listen to you rant, then will wipe your tears away, will do your chores to give you more studying time -making Sebastian beg for your exam to quickly end...- He will bring snacks, pillows, water, even paper and pencils, books and anything you need.

Dazai:

He tries to make you laugh. When he sees you crying or fidgeting and basically losing your mind over your exam, he will act as a clown and do the clumsiest and dumbest crap ever to relieve your tension. Tripping on his bed sheets, bumping against the table, falling from the window -inside, not outside, no suicidal thoughts around you-; he even arrived one day with a pancake on his head saying it was the latest fashion...

William:

Oh he lives for tragedies and anxiety and basically any human negative emotion. He will use you as a muse for his art, making poems out of your despair. You hit him, cry your frustration out and throw things at him -but not heavy things, mostly your pens and paper balls-. And you feel stragely calm after this. He smiles and tells you getting violent can help with anxiety -Will is a masochist for me, change my mind-

Comte:

Sweet Mama Comte is so caring. He will hug you, pat your head, hold your hand and whisper sweet comforting words while giving you days off and preparing a studying room just for you. He will buy anything you need, be it paper or pencils or a music player -even if he has to go to the future for it!- And if you need some relaxing activities, he buys you some succulents or plants to water and he will leave Time with you for cuddles.

Sebastian:

He gives you days off and does anyrhing for you: cooking, preparing tea or coffee, bringing pillows and blankets, crafting stress-relieving balls for you to squish, forbidding any resident to bother you. Only he is allowed next to you for jugs, kisses, cuddles, head pats, hair caressing, wiping your tears away and hand holding. What he loves to do is cuddling with you under a blanket fort while you are reading your notes -he can calm you down with kisses-.

I hope you liked it and that it is not too repetitive ^^"

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kpopchangedmylife44 · 4 years

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Ateez: working in a circus

They are so chaotic, so I thought this fits them perfectly. It’s a lot of crack 🤡

Welcome to circus Ateez!

Hongjoong

- works behind the scenes

- responsible for the effects and music

- plays several instruments at once

- complains all the time

- secretly wants Seonghwas job, but didn’t succeed in getting rid of him (yet)

Seonghwa

- the circus director

- the mom of the whole crew

- cooks half of the day and takes care of them

- wears a sparkling suit every night while guiding through the show

Yunho & Mingi

- the clowns

- share one brain cell

- extremely chaotic but everyone loves it

- the show has quite the variety

- they are singing, telling jokes, dancing (or twerking) and doing a lot of questionable things per usual

Yeosang

- magician

- quite bad at it

- screws up from time to time, but everyone loves him nervertheless

- wears a different suit every evening, which is quite the look

- can’t stop the giggle when a trick goes as planned

- had everyone of Ateez help out as his assistant as they don’t have the money for a real one

San & Wooyoung

- aerial performance and dancers

- as San can dance like he’s boneless, he got some solo acts for dancing

- they do the aerial performance together and it works quite well, as they are a great team on and off stage

- when they first joined the circus San wanted to do a show with Byeol while Wooyoung thought his talent was enough for the main act (which is that his tongue can touch his nose)

Jongho

- singer and solo act

- sings while Hongjoong is doing the background music

- has several acts to showcase his strength

- breaking wood and all kinds of fruits is what the people come to see

- really chill and is the only one in the crew who is sane

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zanatenegro · 3 years

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DID U watch the live adaptation of gunjou???

Yes, it was shit. It was well acted and had nice cinematography, but still shit nervertheless.

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magicrowiswritingstuff · 4 years

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"Screw ups" - Damian Wayne x female!reader

Summary: The reader hates everything associated with love. No romance novels or movies would every cross and survive her path. She hates seeing couples kissing in public, hates seeing how her friends find their loving partners and only talk about that from then on but nevertheless she still tries to support them. But then she falls, she falls hard. And from all the people in the world it had to be Damian Wayne, her best friend. Someone she had sympathized with because he felt the same way about all this stuff. But now she wasn't sure anymore if she really hated all this stuff.

Warnings: swearing (reader swears A LOT in this)

Category: fluffy angst (?)

Words: about 11.000

Note: Reader and Damian are in their late teens/early adult years. They go to school/university together or something idk Note 2: I really tried to make Damian´s character authentic (even though it´s an AU … sort of) but I still think it´s kinda iffy ... but I guess it´s better now then before I rewrote some of it thanks to @quillsareswords advice of using thesaurus.com and rewatching the movies he was in. Nervertheless I hope whoever is reading this enjoys it since it was a lot of fun to write.

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"Screw ups” - Damian Wayne x fem!reader

"No way" you huffed and crossed your arms before your chest. One eyebrow was raise as you looked at your friends, one of them holding a DVD case out to you. Big white letters spelled out the title: Titanic. "You all know I hate these kinds of movies. I thought we had agreed to watch anything else during our movie nights?" You and your closest friend group decided a long time ago to meet at least once every two weeks to watch one movie together. Where you would meet cycled through the group at first but now you would just meet by the person who picked the movie that time. And one condition you established was: Every movie was allowed as long as it wasn't primarily a romance movie. You had to settle on 'primarily' because otherwise all your friends wouldn't have agreed. But Titanic definitely didn't fall into that. Under no circumstances would you ever watch it. Your friends looked at themselves and snickered before turning back to you. "You really thought we didn't notice?" Confused you narrowed your eyes. Something was up. "Notice what?" "Oh my god, you really think we are blind, don't you?" one of them said with a shocked face. You couldn't tell if it was staged or not. But what you knew was that you probably wouldn't like the path this conversation was heading. "What the hell are you talking about?" You slowly grew annoyed, especially when your friends began to giggle again. "We saw you listening to 'All of Me' from John Legend." In an instant your eyes widen and you could feel your cheeks getting hot. Fuck. "No, you didn't! You couldn't... because I don't listen to that crap" you stumbled over your own words as you tried to deny it. But you had already lost the debate because it was true and they knew it already. "Don't try to deny it, (Y/N)" one said. "Yeah, we all saw the way you look at him." It felt like your heart stopped beating for a second. Your hands and feet suddenly felt so cold while you could feel the heat rising inside your chest towards your cheeks again. Fucking dammit, why were you blushing so goddamn much? "Who?" was the only thing you could say even though you already knew the answer. And they knew it too. "Who? You really think we are blind and dumb!" one of your friends said with pouty lips. "Who, you ask? Gotham's one and only billionaire's son Dam-" before they could finish their sentence you put your hands over their mouth, shushing them. "Don't you dare say it out loud! I'm not looking at anyone!" "Ow, it's so cute how you still try to deny it." You growled, the awkward heat from before was replaced with hot rage. "I'm not fucking cute! And everything you say and think is not true!" Good, why were you still trying to deny it? It had no use anyway. They would never let it go. They would never let you go. "It's so heartwarming!" "You definitely have to join us on a double date!" "I can't believe I'm living to this day! Witnessing (Y/N) having a crush." "But why did it have to be Damian? He's so cold." "No, they match perfectly! Two stones that will warm each other’s heart." "Stop it!" you yelled. "It's not cute or heartwarming it's fucking humiliating. I don't like it one bit and would gladly change my feelings back." It was silent for a few seconds before all your friends faces stretched into huge smiles. "She admitted it! She said she has feelings!" You only groaned and let yourself fall onto the coach before the TV, no longer listening to all their chit-chat. You knew you shouldn't have listened to that sappy song in public. Even with your headphones on it was stupid of you. Now they would never let it go. Oh god, they will make you watch all their favorite romance movies! And talk about their relationships endlessly. About dates they went on or poems they found and liked. Yikes. No, only because your body made you feel this way whenever you saw him didn't mean you suddenly liked all this shit. It was still fucking annoying and dumb. It was still something you didn't want for yourself. Of course you loved your friends but that was something completely different. For them you would do almost everything. You listened to them when they told you about their partners or dates and you always tried to be supportive. And you did the same for Damian. He was your best friend even though your body, your feelings demanded more. But you still didn't like it. You hated it. You would never watch a romantic movie or read a romance novel. You would never get roses and put them into a vase to see them slowly die over a few days. You would never run through the world tinted in pink. But you couldn't help it sometimes. You had found that song on accident. And you wanted to click it away but then you heard the first few words and it lulled you in. It made you feel like a prisoner. But it felt so good too. God, you were disgusting. "Guys, guys! We have a problem." Your eyes darted back to your friends who still stood in a circle and talked excited about you. "What?" You bend forward a little and worried what they were plotting again. "(Y/N) will never ever act on her feelings! She will never confess!" Oh no. You stood up before anyone else could speak up. All the attention was back on you. "No way, don't you dare tell him anything about this." "Oh, you admitted it to be him!" They started giggling … again. You huffed. "Okay, yeah I have a crush on Damian. So what? It's not like he will return it. So you better not tell him anything or I will make you pay. I don't want to lose the only friend that shares the same view about all this crap. All this feelings bullshit is only complicating everything and I'm just waiting for it to pass." All your friends that looked so excited only a few seconds ago now looked sad. They pitied you. One stretched their arm put towards you but you backed away. "God, I can't deal with this shit today. Go watch your movie without me. I'm leaving." You stormed to the door, grabbed your jacket while running and threw it on you before shutting the door behind you. Today was definitely not your day and you couldn't wait for it to end.

_________________________________ Oh, but the next day wasn't better in the slightest. All of your friends spammed your group chat with all kind of 'lovely' pictures they had found on the internet together with 'subtle' messages about love and feelings. You knew what they were trying to do. They wanted you to confess. But that would never happen. You would never let that happen. You silenced the chat and distracted you with anything else. There were a few clothing pieces that maybe needed to be cleaned? You did the laundry. You found dust on your dresser? You cleaned the whole apartment. Your favorite show was on TV? You dropped everything else and escaped into it. Well, your distraction held as long as your phone was silent because after maybe four or five episodes it dinged. You grabbed it, a little confused since you had silenced the group chat for 8 hours, but the message that now held your focus wasn't from your friends´ chat it was from your chat with Damian. Without knowing what it was about your heart began to beat faster and you could feel a small smile form on your lips. Shaking your head you tried to suppress it. 'Stop it, no. Don't be stupid.' But your body didn't obey you. You opened his chat:

"Are you ready?" A confused frown adorned your face. "Ready for what?" you texted back. It only took a few seconds for him to respond. "The art museum." Oh shit. Your eyes grew wide. In your struggle to forget all that feelings bullshit and Damian you actually forget the agreed meeting with Damian today. You looked at the clock: it's almost quarter past two and you were supposed to meet at two o'clock sharp. "Fuck." "I knew you would forget it." That somehow hurt even though you knew Damian was always rather blunt so he often said something hurtful he didn´t intend to be. Though, you also knew yourself to be pretty forgetful. But it wasn't often that you completely forgot a planned meeting. Most of the time you just forgot how long you had to walk or drive to arrive to the agreed place so you would almost always arrive there late. But you would arrive. "I'm sorry. Tell me where you are and I'll be there in a minute!" He didn't respond but you still saw that he was online. Impatiently you waited for any kind of reaction that didn't come. Then suddenly the doorbell rang. Surprised you jumped a little and then slowly made your way towards the door. Opening it you had to look up to greet the person standing behind it. "Hello, (Y/N)" Damian said with a smirk. "Hey" you were only able to say and stepped aside to let him in. Closing the door afterwards you stood still for a second, pressed your eyes close and tried to calm your breathing before turning around to face him. "I'm so sorry, I was doing so much stuff today I completely lost track of the time." He waved you off. "It´s alright. I intended to pick you up anyway since Alfred isn´t driving us today. Your absentmindedness fitted very well into it." You huffed, crossed your arms before your chest and raised one eyebrow. "I'm not that forgetful" you stated annoyed and a little hurt. But you tried to remind yourself that he didn´t mean it that way. ´Pull yourself together and start thinking again!´ "Not normally at least" you added, dropped your arms to your sides and walked past him to your room. "Let me change and we can be on our way." You looked at yourself through the mirror on your bedroom wall: baggy shirt and sweatpants. Nothing unusual, nothing Damian hadn't seen you in before but you felt a little embarrassed anyway. 'Stupid, mushy feelings.' Opening your dresser you grabbed anything else to wear. "How was movie night yesterday?" Damian's voice rang through the living room to your ears. "I left early" you stated in a matter-of-fact manner and tossed the baggy shirt on your bed. "Why is that?" You groaned before putting on the new top. Stripping yourself of your sweatpants you also tossed them away before opening your wardrobe and grabbing clean looking jeans. You also put them on and then left your room after one final check in the mirror. Damian had took a seat on your couch and turned around to look at you. "They tried to make me watch titanic" you finally answered him. You made a gaging sound which made Damian snicker. Rolling your eyes you grabbed your phone and keys. "Now come on let's go, I kept you waiting long enough." _________________________________ The museum was more entertaining than you thought when you agreed to go. Well, you couldn't really decline since you had chosen last time and Damian definitely didn't like what you made him do. You had dragged him to Gotham's fair. And even though you sometimes forgot he was the son of Bruce Wayne the general public definitely didn't. Most of the time he just tried to escape the paparazzi while he left you to yourself. He said he didn't want you to be involved with all this stuff and you gladly agreed. You didn't have to end up on the front page of every tabloid of Gotham. "Who is Damian Wayne's new girlfriend?" "Gold digger alert! Someone is throwing themselves at the billionaire's youngest son." God, you wouldn't be able to take a breath without them writing about it. At first you just grew more annoyed by them by the second but at the end of the day you were mostly sad that you couldn't really enjoy the time together. That's why he wore slightly more casual clothes than he would usual wear right now. He didn't want the day to end like the last time the two of you tried to have fun. And lucky for both of you nobody seemed to notice or care, at least for now. But what was undoubtedly boring was looking at all of the drawings. Damian wouldn't leave out even one! And when you questioned him about it and if it was fun to him he only responded with one of his typical sayings: "I wasn't raised to have fun." In the past you were a little surprised and worried whenever he would say something like that especially because he never would provide any specific reasoning or any kind of explanation even if you asked him directly. But now you only raised one eyebrow at him before deciding to change his grouchy mindset. So that´s why you decided to make it a little more entertaining for yourself and him. While Damian still mostly tried to figure out the deeper meaning of the pictures you just blurted out the first thing you thought about when looking at them with the goal of making him laugh and have fun even if it´s only for a little while. Currently the two of you were looking at Jean-Honoré Fragonard's 'The Swing' and once again you just couldn't stop yourself. "It should have been called 'The S-Wingman'." Damian turned around to look at you rather irritated. "Don't look at me like that. Look!" you pointed to a man on the right side of the picture almost engulfed into the shadows. He was holding some strings that were attached to the swing the lady was sitting on. "They definitely planed it so the other one could look up her skirt." Even though he really didn't want to Damian couldn't suppress his laughter completely. Low grunts left his lips before he groaned in annoyance. "You are insufferable. Why am I tormenting myself with you?" You punched him in the rips playfully and staged a wounded look. "How dare you insult me, you arrogant prick" you said with a vain sounding voice. "You just don't get the higher understanding of art, fucking loser" you joked. Damian huffed under his breath: "Watch your tone." You knew he didn't like it whenever he heard you cussing but well, he just had to get over it. Besides, you already were swearing a lot less when you were around him then when you were with anyone else. "Deal with it, Wayne."

You two kept joking around when you suddenly saw something reflecting in the corner of your eye. You turned towards it only slightly before realizing what or better who it was. A man with a far too obvious disguise and a big camera -far too professional to be a tourist's camera- was looking at the two of you. With worry in your eyes you tugged at Damian's sleeve to get his attention and then mouthed 'paparazzo' as soon as he looked at you. He noticed them only a second later. Grabbing your arm he walked into the crowd, trying to lose the man following you. Damian fell into a sprint as soon as you both left the room the paparazzo was still in. He directed you to an almost empty room in which a new, only temporary artwork was standing in: a weird constellation of mirrors. It looked like a mirror cabinet. But what you also noticed was that this room didn't have another exit. Before you could ask Damian what his plan was he dragged you along with him again. It was this moment you realized that it didn't just look like a mirror cabinet, it was a mirror cabinet. And you would be hiding in it. Well, at least that seemed to have been Damian's plan. The only problem: it wasn't constructed to be a functioning mirror cabinet. There was only one way leading right through it with only one small corner in which you would be out of view. This meant that the two of you were now tightly pressed against each other, trying to fit into the small space. With Damian's rather big frame? Almost impossible. You never were so glad you were smaller than someone else because if you would have met his height you would have had to press your face against his. And with your current feelings bullshit? God that would have been a living hell. But maybe that would have been better than being almost squeezed to death by his chest. You were never so close to him before. You could feel every muscle under his shirt move, his heart beating and his breath on your head. You tried to breathe in deep to calm yourself down but that only made it more awkward since you now knew exactly what he smelled like. 'God, please somebody end me right here and now!' An annoyed almost helpless sounding grunt left your lips which only made Damian press further into the corner. "Be quiet! If he finds us now the headlines will never end" he hissed. You tried to look up at him, squeezed your head past his chest and caught his eyes. "It was your fucking idea to hide here in this awkward position!" you whisper-yelled and glared at him. God, you could feel the heat rising up in you again. 'Not cool, body' you thought. You were definitely blushing right now. Then your eyes widen in realization. "When do we know that he left?" Well, you didn't. You stayed in that position for too many minutes. After you almost had a heart attack Damian finally moved and let you breathe out deeply in relief. "Anyone out there?" you asked but didn't move. Somehow you couldn't, you were frozen in fear of stumbling. Damian shook his head and turned towards you again. He laughed a little. "God, if someone would have found us..." "We would have seemed like the most disgusting couple ever!" you finished his sentence out of reflex and laughed as well. You were such a mess right now. Your emotions were on a roller-coaster and your knees weak. 'Pathetic.' "TT, ironic." You giggled. Yes, giggled. You never giggled. You laughed, you grunted, you grinned, you smirked but never ever in your life before had you ever been giggling. You had to leave this place right now. "Let's get out of here" you said. Still snickering -you somehow didn't seem to be able to stop- you grabbed his wrist and dragged him along. Maybe some fresh air would calm you down. _________________________________ After leaving the museum -you promised Damian to go there with him some other time since he couldn't finish his walk through- you found your way to the nearest park. Unfortunately so did many couples too. Since it was the one nice day in Gotham many decided to go picnicking. Your thoughts were literally split in half. On the one hand you bickered with Damian about how insufferable they all were and how you hated all this sappy nonsense -and you really did hate it- but on the other hand you wished it to be the two of you sitting on a blanket, looking deeply into each other's eyes, kissing. Shaking your head you forced yourself to stop. You whished all this feelings would just stop. It would only end up ruining everything. You didn't want to lose your best friend just because of some chemicals in your body that made you feel and act like a complete idiot. You needed something to distract yourself. Don't think about the people around you. Don't think about what they do and how much you would like to do that too currently. Don't think about Damian in this way! Stop! "Are you alright, (Y/N)?" You flinched, caught off guard and looked up. You had stopped moving so Damian was a few feet in front of you. He examined you with one eyebrow raised and waited for a response. The green of his eyes looked so vivid in this moment it completely sucked you in. You were definitely starring. "Ye-yeah, everything's fine." You cursed yourself silently for stuttering. 'Get your shit together!' "Just lost in thought." Your eyes wandered behind Damian and you stopped talking. Today was not your day. Before you could speak up, grab Damian and leave or do literally anything it was already too late. "(Y/N)!" one of your friends yelled. They were running towards you now, with huge smiles on their faced that read ´Got'cha´. Damian looked confused but also vaguely pissed off before he turned around. You walked up to him, standing next to him now before your friends could reached the two of you. Damian greeted them briefly but you just glared at them with a death stare. 'Don't you dare!' 'Oh, we dare.' "Hey Damian!" your friends greeted back. "What a coincidence meeting you here!" "Why are you all here?" you asked sternly. Some began to snicker. Oh, something was up. They had something planned. "After our movie night yesterday we decided to make it a surprise sleepover. And because of the nice weather we then decided to go walk around town together" one explained. "We would have asked you to join but we knew you were busy." You nodded. For only a split second all your friends looked at themselves before shifting their attention back to you and Damian. They had agreed on something silently you just knew it. "That reminds me" one started and stared at Damian while continuing to talk. "How was your da-" "Great" you interrupted immediately before they could finish their sentence. Oh. My. God. They really dared to do it. They wanted to make you confess or they would do it for you. You could feel your cheeks heat up again. Fuck. You hoped Damian didn´t notice anything but knowing him now for quite some time he probably already suspected something was up. One quick glance from the corner of your eye confirmed it. His eyebrows were knitted while his eyes darted between your friends. He was already trying to put the pieces together. "Great" you repeated. "Except for one paparazzo following us." "Oh, how unfortunate." You could have smelled the sarcasm from across the street. You knew what they meant. You had told them about the last meeting with Damian. And they knew what a picture would have caused and thought that that maybe would make you confess. Oh, but you won't break. You just couldn't. "Hey, how about you two join us?" one suggested. "Yeah! We are on the search for some ice-cream right now. Come with us." You wanted to decline immediately but that would have made Damian even more suspicious. So you pressed your lips together and looked up at him. You asked him silently with one raised eyebrow if he would like to join your friends. He knew how they were. He knew their tendency to talk about all the stuff you two disliked. So you hoped he would decline for you but he didn't. He shrugged his shoulders and said: "Whatever." Which basically meant he just gave his approval. 'Goddammit, Damian you will be the death of me!' You sighted and nodded. "Okay."

You never felt so exhausted while being with your friends. You were always on the watch, listening to what they said ready to intervene if necessary. But they only teased you, you knew it. They used weird words that had never left their mouths before -code words- which only made you even more paranoid. You were considering killing them. Well, not really. But you wanted to get back at them so bad for making this so hard for you. You had thought they noticed how much you hated your current situation but it seemed like they didn't care. You felt yourself drifting away in your thoughts so you shook your head. 'Come on, focus!' You couldn’t let them tell him. Then suddenly one of your friends squealed in excitement which made you jump in surprise. "Look! So sweet." You followed their sight to see a man proposing to his girlfriend. Of course, all your friends would like that. They began to swoon over it and talking about how they wished this for themselves too. "Uh, yikes" you said under your breath and crossed your arms. Someone pricked you in the side which made you turn around. But only Damian was standing to your right and his arms were tightly pressed against his sides. He felt your gaze and turned towards you. Immediately you could feel your cheeks getting hot. You looked away, now staring at the ground. Digging your nails into the flesh of your arms you focused only on your breathing. Or at least you tried to. Your thoughts were torturing you. You could only think about Damian. About his eyes, how they shined in the summer sun like all the hues of nature. Like the kind of sparking green of the grass that fought its way to the surface after a cruel, unforgiving winter. About his inky hair which reminded you of the pelt of a black wolf. Groomed but somehow still a little intentional messy in the most mystical, dangerous way. About his smell that hadn't left your nose since the museum. Fresh and woody like nature but with hints of his oil paints you knew he always used. But there had been something else, something more, something tougher. Wouldn't you know it better you would almost say he smelled a little bit like steel too. You thought about how his body felt pressed against your own, his heat slowly passing over to you, the beating of his heart. "Earth to (Y/N). Hello?" You blinked rapidly and looked up. You were surrounded by your friends who looked at you with staged concern. They tried to suppress their wicked grins. How did they know what you were thinking about? What the hell was going on? "Your face is so red, are you alright?" "Do you need something to drink? Sit down?" "We don't want you to have a heatstroke." You shushed them by shaking your head, your arms dropped to your sides. "No, don't worry. I'm not having a heatstroke" you said. But your friends wouldn't let you be. Of course not. They had a mission to fulfill. "Well, what else could it be?" One touched your forehead and cheeks. "You feel really hot." "If it's not a heatstroke what else?" "Are you upset?" "Were you thinking about something?" "Or someone?" You froze like a deer caught in the headlights of a car. Now your friends didn't even try to suppress their grins. They had you cornered. "What are you talking about?" you said in a dismissive manner. Your hands began to get sweaty and your heart beat faster than ever before. You felt dizzy and angry and anxious. Damian's presence didn't make it easier for you since you could feel him beside you, his gaze burning on your skin. How could you escape this situation? God, what to say? What to do? "Well, if it's not a heatstroke maybe you are just blushing." Your eyes grew wide. Oh fuck. "N-no" you wanted to add more, say more but your throat felt so tight, you couldn't speak up. Out of instinct you tried to back away only to pump into someone. You didn't even have to turn around to know that it was Damian, the grins of your friends already told you so. You flinched away from him, afraid of his touch. No, you couldn't let it happen. You held your hands up defensively trying to get some distance between you and him. "Are you feeling alright?" Wouldn't you know it any better you would have thought that Damian was hurt about your reaction. But your mind probably just played you tricks. "Oh, (Y/N)'s peachy" one of your friends said and hung an arm over your shoulder. "Hasn't she told you?" another added. Damian looked at you confused but you couldn't meet his gaze. You felt so helpless and idiotic. Why did you tell your friends? Why didn't you just deny it? Why were you stuttering? "No" Damian said a little wary. He also seemed pretty helpless but you were on a completely different level. You were absolutely with no doubt on the highest anxiousness and nervousness level with no clue what to do to prevent what was coming. "Well" another friend began and also put their arm around you. "Our little Miss 'Love is bullshit' has a-" "Stop!" you bellowed while breaking free from your friends grasps. Hot rage bubbled inside of you. "What the hell is wrong with you? You are supposed to be my friends! " Your breathing was livid. "I can't believe I'm dealing with you all!" You tugged at your hair, trying to not break out in tears right then and there. That would only be embarrassing. Not that all this wasn't deeply embarrassing anyway. "God, I-why... Aah!" you yelled not knowing what else to do, turned around, turned away from your friends and stormed of. Or at least you tried to. You only got away a few feet before someone stopped you. Damian had run after you and now stood in your way. Looking up at him you prayed you wouldn't start crying. "What's your problem?" he asked still pretty confused but now also annoyed. The day hadn't gone as he planned or imagined it to go. "Nothing" you tried to sound dismissing but your voice broke at the end. "I see something is bothering you so don´t try lying." "It's nothing!" you said anyway, clenched your teeth and walked around him. You had to get out of here. You had let it went too far even though you knew all this feelings stuff would destroy everything you had. You doubled your fists, biting your tongue. "Stop avoiding it, stop avoiding me and tell me!" Damian yelled behind you. You could hear his footsteps following you. "Let me be!" But he didn't. He leaped forward and grabbed your shoulders, turning you around in the progress. His gaze was intense, sucked you in again. No! You shook your head. You couldn't. "Cut it and talk to me" he began. "What's your problem?" "You." The word had left your mouth without thinking. "What-" he started but was interrupted by you. "You are my fucking problem!" you screamed and regretted it immediately. Your eyes went wide and you covered your mouth with your hands. You could hear your friends gasp. Their plan hadn't gone like they imagined either. God, you were an idiot. What the hell were you doing! Your changes were now definitely ruined, not that you had any to begin with. "What did I do that makes me so repulsive to you? Everything seemed fine before" Damian said and let you go. Now you were pretty sure he felt hurt even though he didn´t show it directly. The way his eyes hardened to shut you out told you everything. You stepped back a little, shocked about what and how you said it. "Dami- God, that's not-" you stuttered and stumbled over your own words again. Tugging at your hair you groaned helplessly. ´What the hell, it´s too late now anyway. Might just give him the truth now.´ "You make me act like such a loser and I hate it and I love it at the same time" You just said not really knowing you were the one speaking. And when you noticed what you said it was already too late because you no longer could stop the flow of words leaving your mouth. "I have a crush on you." Nobody said anything for a few seconds before you spoke up again. "And I hate it!" you didn't look up, too afraid of meeting his gaze. "I fucking hate the way you make me feel. I hate to feel the heat bubbling inside of me. I hate that it had to be you because I don't want to lose the thing we had before I fucked it up. I don't want to become one of those couples I despised whenever I see them making out in public. And at the same time I do! I want to touch you, be around you, look at you, kiss and kill you simultaneously for making my feel this way. I-" you couldn’t think about anything else you could or should add. You looked up, looked at his green eyes and just waited for any kind of reaction that didn't come. He seemed frozen, maybe even shocked. You had never seen Damian caught off guard, startled like a deer in headlights, unable to form any responds. Not even a disgusted "pathetic" left his lips, something you were sure he would say after your confession because you knew how he felt about all this. You knew him more than he maybe realized. And maybe that was what had brought your downfall. You let him get to close to you. You were at fault. You were the one ruining everything because of your stupid feelings. "I should go" you said, turned away from him and walked away. You ran so fast you didn't even hear your friends yell after you. You didn't even see them while turning away because hot tears clouded your vision. The only thought on your mind during your run home was that you fucked it up. You fucked up badly. _________________________________ "Just let this day end already" you begged while tossing and turning in bed. It was late, something after midnight but your mind wouldn't shut up, wouldn't let you drift off into a peaceful sleep. You were far to rattled. Why had you told him? Why hadn't you just sucked it up and continued to pretend everything was alright? ´Because you had wanted him to pull you towards him. You wanted him to hug you, hold you and do all those stupid things you never thought you would like.´ Groaning you threw away your blanket and stood up. Grabbing your hoodie that was laying on the floor you put it and your shoes on. You took your phone from the nightstand and walked to the window. The cold night air that hit you after opening it made you shiver slightly. You buried yourself deeper into the comforting warmth of the hoodie and climbed through the window and to the fire escape. A small sight escaped your lips as you closed your eyes and enjoyed the feeling of the fresh night air on your skin. It wasn't often that Gotham felt so peaceful. You turned your head and looked up. Only three stories higher and you would be in the roof, your safe zone. Climbing up the metal ladder was easy, cold but easy. Your hands shivered after you reached the roof but it was definitely worth it. You loved to look over the city from your point. The building you were living in was definitely not the highest, so you couldn't see everything from above but you liked it anyway. You could sit on the edge all night, watching the streetlights flicker and listening to your music. It made you forget where you were, where you lived and how bad it got sometimes. But now the city was uncharacteristically quiet. Only one police siren was audible from your location. It was so far away you couldn't even see the red and blue lights flicker through the streets. You sat down on the edge and unlocked your phone. Opening the music app you pressed the random button. You had gone up to the roof to forget this day, to try to get your mind at ease but of course one of those sappy songs you were listening to currently was the one that was selected. A song you would have hated a few weeks prior but now you only rolled your eyes, locked your phone and listened to it. The soft tones danced through the night air and slowly but surely made you relax. You still couldn't stop thinking about today but it didn't feel so suffocating anymore. Sighting you let yourself fall backwards, now lying flat on the roof so you could look up at the sky. The beauty of today's day was still holding on which meant that not that many clouds were covering the sky so you could look at the stars. Everything was peaceful up there and you probably would have fallen asleep if someone hadn't interrupted your peace of mind. "What are you doing?" You flinched and jumped up in surprise. Turning around you met the white lenses of non-other than Batman's sidekick: Robin. "God fucking dammit, you almost gave me a heart attack" you cussed and turned back towards the edge, looking at the city again. "Not very heroic of you." The vigilante only huffed. "I asked you something." "Why do you care? It doesn't concern you anyway but if I'm planning something evil I will let you know, don't worry" you spat, not in the mood to talk to anyone right now. Why was he here anyway? Didn't he have better things to do? "Shouldn't you run around town, I don't know, safe some people and stuff." You could hear faint steps coming closer to you. Peeking from the corners of your eyes you looked at him. He stood beside you, his arms crossed and jaw clenched. You had never been this close to any of Gotham's heroes before which was a good thing because normally that would mean you were in serious trouble and needed saving. But nothing was going on here so you didn't really know why he was with you right now. "Gotham is quiet today" was the only thing he responded to your question. You huffed, placed your arms on your knees and laid your head in your hands. Dangling your legs you let your eyes wander over Gotham but the vigilante beside you seemed to be on high alert since he looked around profusely. "Sit down and hold still you are making me twitchy" you said while darting your eyes back forward. It took a few seconds then he finally let himself relax a bit. He sat down with a few feet of distance and took his hood of. Immediately his dark hair got caught by the gentle wind and framed his sharp face. "You still haven't answered my question" he said after a while. "I have to disagree, I gave you an answer but it just wasn't the one you were looking for" you stated matter of factly. Robin groaned in response. You tried to concentrate on anything else, on your music that was still playing, on the cold air tingling the back of your neck, on the hard ground you were sitting on. Anything that would make you forget and relax again. "What are you listening to?" Robin asked and broke the comforting silence again. You darted him an irritated look. Why wouldn't he leave you alone? "I don't know, I pressed the random button." You answered in hope he would shut up then. But he didn't. "What's your name?" "Why should I tell you?" Robin turned towards you now as well. "Because I asked" he said likewise annoyed. "You wouldn't tell me yours if I asked so..." you responded half-heartedly and turned away. You could hear police sirens echoing through the streets again somewhere in the distance. "Why are you up here?" "Why do you care?" "Why are you so dismissive?" You looked at him. Your annoyance slowly turned into anger. "I don't know you and frankly I don't really want to talk to you or anyone right now. So maybe just do me a favor and fuck off." Robin didn't say anything but he also didn't move. An annoyed grunt left your lips. "Something is on your mind" he said without looking at you. "What's your fucking problem?" you hissed which made him knit his eyebrows, or at least you interpreted it in that way since his brows were covered by his mask. His jaw was clenched tightly again as if he had to suppress something he wanted to say. "What is my problem? You are the one being uncommunicative" he snarled back at you, his white lenses narrowed. You straightened your back and glared at him. "I didn't ask for your time. And maybe all those vigilante activities made you deaf or something but I don't want to talk to you" you said dwelling the last words very clearly annoyed. "I had a bad day- no I had a bad weekend and I just want to be alone right now." Robin's face softened a bit. He still seemed pretty annoyed but his jaw wasn't clenched anymore and his eyebrows relaxed slightly. "But maybe talking about it would help" he said quietly without pressuring you to answer him for once. You groaned and let yourself fall backwards again. One arm draped over your eyes. "I fucked up badly" you said no longer able to hold it in you. "I confessed something to my best friend and probably ruined our friendship." "Why do you think that?" You lifted your arm up to look at the vigilante again. "If I'm answering your questions you have to answer mine as well" you demanded. Robin hesitated. "Don't worry I won't ask you anything about your real self. Besides you don't have to tell me anyway if you don't want to answer a question." He still didn't say anything for a while before sighting: "Deal." You grinned in victory before letting your face fall blank again. "Why are you here? And don't come at me with 'Gotham is quiet'. You could relax at home or something but you are here. Why?" you asked but no answer was heard. Robin wasn't looking at you anymore, his eyes were wandering over the rooftops of Gotham's buildings. "I had a rough day, too. I think someone is angry with me" he responded finally. "Someone told me something important today and I think I didn't react properly and hurt their feelings in the process." You huffed. "You probably should have explained it better to them then." You could hear an almost inaudible, irritated sight coming from Robin. "They weren't listening." "Well, maybe they should have heard you out then." "They couldn't. They ran away before I was able to speak up." A weird feeling crept over you, something strangely familiar. You searched for his gaze but he was still looking straight forward. "Well, maybe they just couldn't stand what they imagined the answer would have been." The two of you were silent after that, nobody dared or wanted to speak anymore. After a while you grabbed your phone and looked at the time: almost two in the morning and you had to go to school tomorrow. Sighting you stood up. "I'm going to sleep, I have school tomorrow" you said and walked to the fire escape but turned towards the vigilante one last time. "Maybe you should too. Whoever you really are you probably still have a normal life." He nodded in response and also stood up. Walking to the other side of the building he grabbed his grappling hook. "Good night" he said before shooting it to a higher building. He was gone before you were able to respond. _________________________________ Waking up the next day -or rather four hours later- you felt awful. You just wanted to go back to sleep but you couldn't miss school today even though you really didn't want to walk into Damian today. Or every again for that matter. So that's why you avoided him all day. You walked to class not waiting for him -what you would have done normally- and ran out of the room before he could approach you. You felt so silly doing that but you just didn't have any other options. Your friends tried to talk to you but you avoided them too. Still too pissed at them for what they did. Or for what they made you do. Today was a living hell but after the last two days you could almost say you accustomed to it. You were only able to relax the moment you shut your apartment door closed behind you. Breathing in deeply you let yourself fall onto the bed and fell asleep immediately. You woke up hours later, the sun was already beginning to set when you realized you had still a lot of stuff to do. Groaning you stood up and dealt with everything. You even had enough energy to cook something. After you cleaned everything up you looked at the clock. It already was pretty late and completely dark outside but because of your nap you didn't feel tired. Sighting you decided to go up to the roof again. To your surprise somebody else already was on it when you arrived there. "What are you doing here again?" you asked while hoisting yourself up over the edge and sat down beside him. "Enjoying the view" Robin answered but you could swear you heard uncertainty in his voice. You arched one eyebrow at him. "For real?" you couldn’t help but ask in a sarcastic manner. "Pretty sure." "Why here? I've seen your grappling hook yesterday" you started and looked forward to the city. "You could swing up to Wayne Tower and not sit on this pathetic copy of a roof." A low sight left his lips. "What would be the difference?" "A magnificent view over all of Gotham?" you shot back. He only muttered something under his breath that sounded an awfully lot like ´Whatever´. You however would love to see this entire city from above. "I bet you would be so high up that you'd be able to breathe clean, fresh air" you sighted now fully engulfed within your imagination. "Seeing all of Gotham's lights flicker, being close to the stars. You probably would even be able to see the ocean." "Do you want to go there?" Your eyes snapped to Robin who was also looking at you. "What?" you asked and blinked confused. "Do you want to go to the roof of Wayne Tower?" he repeated. You still were a little shocked with his proposition. "Well, yeah. It would be cool but I don't think-" "I can bring you there" he uttered directly. Your eyes shone in excitement. You didn't even care that he had interrupted you. "Hell yeah!" He stood up with a smirk and held his hand out to you. You were only hesitant for a second before accepting it. "Hold on tight" he said and pulled you towards him. A little awkward you wrapped your arms around his neck. You were one hundred percent certain he would twine one arm around your waist but luckily for him he didn't dare to do it. But would you even be able to hold your weight all alone? Before you could speak up to tell him your concern he already shot the hook to the next building. You felt your body being pulled forward so you hold on as tight as possible. You just had to be able to do it on your own. "That was awesome!" you declared a little out of breath. It had been absolutely amazing swinging through Gotham but at the same time it had been a little terrifying too. Now the two of you were standing on the very top of Wayne Enterprises. Your legs were a little shaky but that didn't stop you from slowly creeping to the edge. Sitting down you let your eyes wander over the whole of Gotham, enjoyed the fresh air and wind blowing through your hair. "Damn" you were only able to say. Gotham was a shithole through and through but at night with the flickering street lights and so high up you couldn't hear the police sirens it felt really peaceful. You stared into the distance when your eyes widen. "You really can see the ocean from here" you whispered. You were so stunned you didn't even notice Robin taking place next to you with almost no distance between you two. Well, after your swinging adventure it really wasn't necessary anymore. But because he was so close now and before you were able to smell the leather of his uniform, the steel of his katana that was attached to his hip and a faint scent of wood and nature that hung on him like a shadow. The strange feeling from yesterday slowly fought its way to the surface again. "You didn't have to bring me here, I wasn't exactly nice to you yesterday but thank you" you finally broke the silence. He only grunted in response. You guessed that he wasn't angry at you and if he was he could have just dropped you earlier. "How are things?" you started again. "With them, I mean." Robin shrugged his shoulders. "I think they're still upset with me" he said still not looking at you. "They avoided me all day." "I'm sorry but maybe they just aren't ready to talk about it?" you suggested. "Why do you think that?" You scratched your neck uncomfortably. "Well, I kind of did the same thing" you muttered. "What happened between you and your best friend?" Robin asked and you remembered that you didn't really tell him. "I-Ehm" you spoke up but stopped. "God, it's so embarrassing and fucking stupid." You buried your head in your hands. "Watch your tone" Robin muttered under his breath and bit his lips immediately afterwards. You just ignored it and rolled your eyes. "I confessed to him that I have a crush on him" you finally said. Why were you even telling him that? Well, he didn't know you so he hopefully wouldn't judge you. "And I hate it so much" you continued. "Why is that?" he asked with an arched eyebrow. "Because I hate this mushy feelings nonsense. All my other friends are very romantic and bubbly about this topic and I just can't stand it. Or I used to at least. God, I don't know anymore. But he was the only one that got me. We could walk around Gotham and bicker about all those couples, make jokes about how disgusting it was, how neither of us liked or wanted that for ourselves. But then of course I had to catch feelings and it had to be him. And my friends found out and teased me and hinted on hit while he was there and..." you had to stop yourself to take a breath. You were definitely rambling. "And I ended up confessing and messed our friendship up." You lifted your head up but didn't look at Robin. Somehow you didn't dare to. For a few moments you only tried to calm yourself down again, breathing in deeply and staring at the lights of the city. "And I don't have the courage to face him" you finished your ramble. Robin reached one hand out to you but stopped before he touched you. Instead he pressed one finger against his earpiece and furrowed his brows. You stared at him from the corner of your eye. "Yes, I will be there shortly" he said to whoever was on the other end of the line before turning his attention back to you. "I'm sorry but I have to go" he said and stood up, holding his hand out to you again. You took it without hesitating this time and wrapped your arms around his neck again. No time to waste since he was needed somewhere and you didn´t want to be the one to keep him away when he was needed. You landed on your roof only a few minutes later, no shaking legs this time. You let go of Robin who opened his mouth but didn't speak up. Probably because he was listening to the message through his ear piece again so you just waited. "Yeah, I'm only a few streets away" he answered the person and then looked back at you. "Go inside, something is up only a few blocks from here" he ordered. You only huffed. "I can handle it if something should happen here" you responded and crossed your arms over your chest. Robin´s lenses narrowed. "I didn't ask." For a few seconds the two of you just stared at each other passive aggressively before you rolled your eyes and nodded, giving your okay. You could hear police sirens coming closer. Something big really must be happening only around the corner. Robin had turned towards the sound and grabbed his hook. But before shooting it he turned towards you one last time with some of his dark hair fallen into his face. "Good night and stay safe, (Y/N)" he said and disappeared in a hurry. "I-" you started and frowned but he was already gone. "I never told him my name." You sat on your roof quietly for a few more minutes even though you agreed you would go inside, his smell still in your nose and the picture of his black, messed up hair in your mind. The smell. A tough smell of leather and steel mixed with the softness of nature and freshly cut wood. And if you weren't imagining things he also smelled a little like oil too. "Oil?" you wondered. Then your eyes widen in realization. "Oh, fuck." _________________________________ How did you not realize it sooner? The voice. The way he spoke. How he didn't leave you alone on the first day of your meeting. His height and appearance. How he reminded you of your foul mouth. Finally his smell and him knowing your name. To say you were livid would have been an understatement but you somehow also felt really numb since you connected the dots. You stayed at home today. You didn't dare to go to school today. But now you were sitting on the roof again, hoping he would show up. But the time went on and everything kept quiet. 'Maybe something happened he had to deal with today' you thought while dangling your legs over the edge. It was already a few hours after midnight and even though you were rather tired and yawning profusely you would stay on the roof all night if you had to. The soft tunes of some random song were lulling you in again, so much that you didn't hear him landing behind you. "You´re still up" he said in a stunned voice but not questioningly. It was more of an objective statement. Nevertheless it made you turn around in shock. "Can you like not do that every time you come here?" you asked and pressed one hand against your wildly beating heart. Even though you didn't really know what the real reason was. His arrival or simply his presence? "Sit down, I have to talk to you about something" you commanded and turned away from him. He followed your request and sat down beside you. "What is it?" he asked with concern in his voice he desperately tried to cover up with irritation but you noticed it anyway. Now that you knew you suddenly were able to read him. "You want to tell me something?" you answered with a counter question. He only raised one eyebrow in confusion. The silence wasn't comfortable it was tense. You collected your thoughts before turning towards him. "I know" you only said but he seemed to understand it immediately because now both of his eyebrows were arched in shock. You kneeled down in front of him, your face only inches away from his nose. "Why didn't you tell me? Why did you play me like that? Did you enjoy how I made a fool out of myself in front of you again?" you couldn’t help but yell at him. You felt hurt and betrayed. "I can't believe you did that to me!" "Stop. Listen to me before you draw one of your conclusions again" he growled, now also kneeling in front of you. You crossed your arms before your chest and huffed. "One of my conclusions? Again!" you howled but stopped yourself and shrugged your shoulders in a downgrading manner. "Okay, sure. Explain yourself then" you snarled. "What else was I supposed to do? You avoided me, didn't even let me respond to your confession" he spit back with clenched teeth. "It was the only way to talk to you." "Maybe I didn't want to talk to you about it yet, Damian!" you threw back at him. "I despise the way I feel. I wanted to let it pass, never tell you about it but then all this crap happened. And it messed everything up." You no longer could meet his gaze so you stared at ground, slow backing away. "I fucked it up. And I just can't..." Robin, or rather Damian stayed silent also looking away. Hugging your knees you placed your head on them and watched over the city again. You had to calm down first before doing anything else you might regret again. "Were you telling the truth that day?" he suddenly asked which made you look at him again. You wanted to respond immediately but he interrupted you. "Except hating all that feelings stuff" he added. You closed your mouth again, too ashamed to answer him. "I don't know. I'm not sure" you finally answered. "I know that I still don't like seeing couples being completely over each other, or cheesy rom coms or stuff like that but... I think I wouldn't mind it if I would do this things with you" you stopped and looked at him but you couldn't meet his green eyes only his white lenses. "God, that sounds so disgustingly sweet." That last part made him chuckle which made you laugh a little as well even though it was more of a nervous laughter. "You said that I didn't let you speak that day so... you can do that now" you said. Did you even want to hear it? His response? Suddenly you felt very vulnerable. You had opened up to him, confessed your feelings and he could break you down with one single word. "Well, I would have told you that-" he began, not stuttering even once. You felt jealous. Perfect Damian Wayne didn't even stumble over his own words now. He edged forward, towards you so he would be as close to you as you were to him before. He spoke up again: "That I'm relieved you feel so for me because I would have not been able to pretend any longer." Your brows narrowed in confusion before your eyes finally widen in realization. "Wait, hold on. Wh-what?" you stammered and blinked furiously. "Did you just-" "Return your confession? Yes." You backed away out of instinct but only a few inches. Your mouth opened and closed many times without sound coming out of it. Far too rattled, caught off guard to form any words or sentences. "Hang on" you managed to choke out. Pressing your forehead against your hand you needed a few seconds to process what he had just said to you. "You want to tell me that you -you! The only other person I know who hates all this feelings nonsense- is returning my feelings?" you said questioningly and faced him again. Confused, arched eyebrows adorned your face. "Pretty much, yes. But I could throw that statement right back at you" he responded and leaned back with a smug grin on his face. And of course, he was right. "Since when?" Damian shrugged his shoulders and scratched his neck. "I don't really know. I noticed it a few weeks back but it was getting really hard to pretend a couple of days ago." You nodded in agreement. "I can't believe it" you muttered. All this drama for nothing, all this time he felt the same way. And you didn't notice. "Can I kiss you?" You were definitely blushing again, or maybe your blush never left. Your eyes darted back and forth between his white lenses, not really knowing where to focus your glance. Unable to form any words you just nodded and Damian crept closer. Intuitively you wrapped your arms around his neck again, like you did yesterday but now to close the distance between you two. For one split second he stopped moving, looked at you, at your eyes before placing his lips on yours. It felt like an electric shock ran through you and you tensed up but only for a moment. Then you melted into it and responded the kiss. It was sweet, no heat, nothing hidden beneath. Just an innocent first kiss that made your heart beat higher. Your fingers slowly stroked the hair on the back of his head while Damian's hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer to him. You were certain he could feel your heart beating like you could feel his against your chest. Then his lips left yours, they left you breathless. You opened your eyes after a few seconds of trying to calm down. You couldn't even remember closing them in the first place. When you looked up you meet Robin's mask, Damian had only backtracked a couple inches. "Can I?" you asked and placed your hands on the edges of his mask. You wanted to see his eyes, you needed to. He nodded after looking around to make sure no one was watching or could accidently see him. Slowly you peeled it off and underneath were sparkling green eyes. Eyes so green you couldn't find anything right now to compare them to that would do them justice. You placed the mask beside you and let your fingers wander over his skin. Then you placed them on both sides of his head and pulled him towards you again, you kissed him again. His lips moved against your own, his hands wrapped around your middle and pulled you flush against him. This kiss was more heated, still rather innocent but not that cautious anymore. You never wanted to pull away from him but after a while you had to catch your breath. Breathing heavily you stared at his eyes. "But we- all this... that doesn't mean we have to go on double dates with my friends now or watch sappy romance movies, right?" you asked anxiously while his face was still only inches away from yours. "Of course not" Damian chuckled. "I still hate that." You breathed out in relief: "Good." Then you kissed him again. You just couldn't help yourself, he felt so intoxicating. He was like a drug, he lulled you in and you couldn't resist. But Damian didn't seem to mind since he responded eagerly. When you eased back out of the third kiss you wrapped your arms around his middle and hid your face in his chest. Breathing in you could smell the leather and steel again but being so close you also notice the faint smell of wood, nature and oil paints. Damian buried his face in your hair and huddled you against him. The two of you stayed that way and enjoyed the silence. This conversation definitely didn't go like you imagined but the outcome was surprisingly better. Sighting you turned your head slightly so you could watch over Gotham again. This night was undeniably not as peaceful as the ones before but somehow you didn't register the loud sirens echoing through the streets. And the red and blue lights didn't seem as aggressive as they normally did. For you everything was perfect, everything was at ease. The air was cold and danced around you, blew through your hair and tickled your nose. You could hear Damian's relaxed breathing which slowly lulled you in. You had never heard such a hypnotizing tune before. It even made you forget that your phone was still playing your music. "You're Robin" you said after a while. It wasn't a question; you just had to repeat the fact after everything that happened tonight. Damian nodded anyway; you could feel his head move. "Does that mean Batman is ... your Dad?" "Yes" he hesitantly answered since there was no use in lying. His body tensed up underneath you anyway. "Okay, cool" you said your face and voice blank. "Are you alright?" he questioned and shifted a bit to get into a more comfortable sitting position. You sighted, not letting go of him and snuggled closer. "Yeah, yeah. Just let me... process all this. Today had a lot of surprises" you retorted. "Didn't think my crush would return my feelings and reveal himself to be Robin and then confirm that his Dad, Bruce Wayne, is Batman which explains a lot by the way." You could feel how Damian's chest moved when he chuckled at your words. "To be fair, you were the one who revealed me, you found out I was Robin" he stated. You tried to free yourself from his grip to look at him again but Damian only loosened it a bit. He still had his arms wrapped around you but you know were at least able to see his eyes. "Maybe you should try to keep your secret identity a, well, secret" you told him with a huge grin on your face. He nudged you in the side which made you squeal. Your cheeks heated up in embarrassment again. God, you were making sounds you never imagined would ever leave your mouth. "Hey, it's not my fault Mister Perfect made the mistake to call me by my name when I didn't tell Robin" you explained. "It's not my fault when you make me act like an idiot" he stated defensively. "Is your world tinted in pink?" you teased and stuck your tongue out. "Isn't yours too?" he threw back at you. "Well, currently it's green" you whispered while staring into his eyes and creeping so close your noses almost touched. Maybe your mind played tricks on you since it was pretty dark but you could have sworn you saw a red hue cover Damian's face. "God, we sound disgusting" you said to end his suffering but didn't move an inch. He played you the last couple of days so now it was your turn to have some fun. "I don't mind, with you at least." "Fuck, was that something like a compliment leaving your lips?" you asked and staged a shocked face. "Shut your foul mouth" Damian growled and pulled you even closer. "Make me" you grinned. "With pleasure."

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Addition: "Wait!" You pushed him away from you. "Did you know the mirror cabinet would only have that small space to hide in?" Damian smirked at you wickedly. "Maybe." "I can't believe you!" you howled indignantly and tried to wiggle out of Damian´s grip but without success. "Why did I have to catch feelings for you, you mean prick! That was total agony for me while you enjoyed it, didn't you?" you yelled while you could feel not only your cheeks but your complete head getting hot. You punched his arm which only made him laugh. "Maybe" he only said again while looking down on you with a mischievous grin still on his face. "God, I hate you." "I hate you too" he responded in the same sarcastic manner before giving you another quick kiss which you returned eagerly.

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CHAPTER ONE

Brian May x Reader College AU

Summary: First time for anything is usually hard, so when you start your first year of undergrad, you begin to second guess your decisions. What may seem to be a tiny nerdy club to get your mind off of the stresses brough to you by your major, might soon transform into something more meaningful in the long run.

Warnings: Nothing bad in this chapter, cheek blushing, akwardsness, that it! No smut or angst... yet!

Word Count: 2.1k

Author’s Note: I am terribly sorry if this seems like a boring, textual chapter. I felt the need to explain everything as thoroughly as possible in order to understand the context of everything. Future chapters won’t have lengthy, boring starts like this one! But, nervertheless, I still hope you enjoy this first chapter!

Trying to mind your own business while walking down the sidewalk, multiple shoulders continued to brush your own as you made your way down the busy London street. You had recently moved to the lively area of Kensington to pursue the next step in your life- completing your undergraduate degree.

Renting a small loft located on the outskirts of the heart of London city, you decided it would be best to live closer to the place you would be spending majority of your time throughout the months to come. Being your first year starting university, a unviersity filled with people you had never met, located in an area you hadn’t grown up in, you knew living in the area would save you the additional first year stress of commuting.

With a sticky note in hand, you had written down your destination prior to leaving your apartment knowing you would most likely get lost without it; and of course, you were right. Your vision was exchanging between your note and the street signs attempting to find the location of the university itself.

Bringing a hand up to readjust the sunglasses perched on your nose, you continued on your journey down the sidewalk until letters spelling out Imperial College London filled your peripherals assuring you that you were so far walking in the correct direction. Breathing out a dramatic sigh of relief, you mentally prepared yourself for finding the next location, the location that happened to be the destination of your first lecture.

With what took only a few left and rights, you arrived at the front doors of the building where your Intro to Biology lecture would be held. Yes, you were evidently about to major in Biological Sciences. Taking one last glance at your note to memorize the number of the lecture hall, you shoved the piece of paper into your pocket upon embarking into the large brick building.

You found yourself mesmerized at the many posters plastered across the walls, advertising for the various clubs and events located on the campus. To be quite frank, your nerves were bubbling inside of you as you started to question whether going to post-secondary was the right step for you. I mean, what student doesn’t second guess their educational choices?

With your nerves subsiding within, you found yourself walking into your first lecture hall lined, or should I say crammed, with over a hundred seats and tiny desks. It was pretty intimidating. With desks already occupied with students, you decided to pick a seat near the back corner of the room in hopes of avoiding interaction with the others who were enrolled in the class. It was only your first day, and although making friends seemed to be a go-to idea, it wasn’t exactly your main priority.

Getting out a few pens and a notepad with a few minutes to spare, you tapped your foot anxiously against the floor as you watched the class fill up. With nearly every seat occupied, class soon began right on time.

Even though the professor was only going over the syllabus and not the hard-core material, you found yourself zoning in and out of attention, something surely other kids were doing. After what felt like an eternity but more realistically around an hour, the professor bid the class farewell till the following week and let you free.

Packing your stuff while making slight glances to the people situated around you, you mentally cursed at yourself for being too socially awkward and too shy, which ultimately hindered the starting of conversations. Walking out of the hall, intro to biologywas your only class that day meaning you would most likely be on your way back to your loft.

Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, you stopped yourself as a particular poster taped to the hallway wall grabbed your attention. Referring to a club dealing with astronomy, inviting those majoring and not majoring in physics. You were quick to pull out a pen from your material carrier bag alongside your crumpled sticky note that you had previously shoved into your pocket to drought down the place and time of meeting.

The topic of astronomy had always seemed to fascinate you, and not having room in your course schedule for electives dealing with astronomical related matter meant joining a club would be in your best interest.

With the first club meeting taking place that night, you continued on your walk back to your flat where you proceeded to take a power nap and cook yourself a quick dinner. Sorting through your clothes, an audible string of shit’sand hurry upcame out of your mouth repeatedly as your frantically rushed around your room looking for something to wear. You could not, I stress could not, be late to the first meeting.

Yeah, you could've just worn what you were wearing earlier that day, but, you wanted to look a touch more presentable knowing that you would be having no choice but to interact with the other goers of the club. Slipping on a pair of jeans paired with a collared shirt that popped out from under a knit shirt, you once again were back to walking down the London sidewalks with the same note in hand. Only this time, the streets weren’t as crowded with pedestrians compared to the morning due to it being a later time in the evening.

Finding the building at a quicker pace then your first lecture, most likely a factor of not many students creating a hassle around the campus, you braced yourself as you stood in front of the door to the club meeting destination. Once again, you found yourself second-guessing your decisions. Was it really a smart idea to join a club dealing with a subject you weren’t solely studying?

As your mind juggled between the opportunities of making friends with the juxtaposing idea of possible humiliation, you were taken out of your thoughts when a soft tap was felt on your shoulder.

“Will you be going in?”

The question was soft yet mixed with slight confusion.

Noticing you were standing in front of the door and blocking the entrance for others, you quickly reached out your hand to grab the door knob, turning your head to get a brief view of the person.

“Sorry.”

That was all you managed to get out, opening the door before walking away quickly to avoid any response from the person. With this being a smaller room compared to your lecture hall, a few desks and chairs were scattered around, facing a black board that was mounted at the front of the room.

Taking a seat at the back of the less intimidating room, you placed your bag on the floor beside you as you rested your elbows on the desk, scoping out the room. There were around fifteen students, including yourself, looking eager as ever to participate in whatever this club had to offer.

The walls, similar to the ones in the hallways, were filled with posters strictly relating to astronomy, picturing different diagrams and layouts of the solar system, milky way, you name it.

“Alright,” a familiar soft voice filled the room at a volume raised just enough for everyone to distinctly hear.

Drawing your attention towards the front of the class, you found yourself eyeing the person that you had minutes before made conversation with, if that could even be classified as a conversation. Giving a slight clear of his throat, he continued.

“Welcome, and I guess thank you for dropping in to today’s first club meeting,” the man spoke with a small smile spread across his face while his hands were held in front of him, fiddling with his fingers.

Taking in the boy’s presence, you couldn't help yourself but aimlessly graze your eyes over his lanky figure. Maybe this club wasn’t going to be as bad as you thought.

“If you were unaware, which I’m sure you guys aren’t,” he said with brief chuckle, earning small giggles from the few students scattered around the room, “we are going to be discussing things in relation to astronomy.” With that, he gestured to the posters covering the walls of the room. The posters that gave the room much more life.

As he continued to talk, the boy would switch between slight swaying of his body, to quiet finger tapping on the desk closest to him, as he explained the various activities and mini field trips the club would engage in. Taking only twenty minutes to do so, you were more intrigued with what the club had to offer than your mandatory biology course that morning.

“Being a student like you guys, only in my second year of majoring in physics, I am going to make this as fun and interesting as possible,” the boys said with a nod at the end of his sentence, almost as if he were reassuring himself.

“Any questions?”

With a few students asking questions pertaining to missing club meetings and confirming the date of certain events the boy had already planned, you decided it would be better to just listen in and save questions, if any were to arise, for later on during the term.

“Before you guys leave,” the boy spoke after answering the student questions, “if you wouldn’t mind writing a tiny paragraph about what you hope to learn from this club, that would be great.”

He gave a few lose leaf pages of lined paper and a tiny box of pencils to a student sitting at the front of the class, telling them to take one of each and pass them around in case anyone forgot their writing materials.

“Be sure to write your name at the top of the paper along with your major and year just so I get to know you all better.”

With the hint of nervousness lacing his tone, you were getting the feeling this may have been his first time instructing a club as such.

“If you’ve decided, after my short spiel, that this club isn’t for you, no hard feelings but do feel free to leave without writing a reflection,” he spoke, smile failing to fall from his face. The boy did seem passionate about the this branch of physics.

Turning around to grab his own notepad and pencil from his bag, he started to write down his own notes.

“Oh, and not to forget,” he spoke, looking up from his piece of paper, “my name is Brian.”

After his final remarks, he left the students to work on a small reflection as he continued to stand at the front of the class, writing notes of the front pedestal. A few students trickled out without writing anything, most likely indicating that this wasn’t the club for them, though, that wasn’t the case for you.

Taking out your own notepad and a pen, you wrote your name at the top of the paper followed by a few lines of what you were excited to learn about during your time in the club. After a couple of minutes, you tore out the sheet from your notebook, putting your stuff in your bag, slinging it over your shoulder. Walking to the front of the class, you approached the so-called Brian, holding out your paper for him to take.

Looking up from his writing, he held his hand out to take the page from you, the smile that had been presented all class, now being presented to you personally “thank you… y/n,” said with a brief pause as he located your name on the sheet.

Giving him a smile and a small bob of the head as a substitute for ‘you’re welcome,’ you were about to turn away when his words stopped you.

“First year in biological sciences?” Brian questions, clearly already reading through your written response. He too was eager like the remained of the club.

“It is,” you nod, looking up to examine his face as his eyes scanned over your paper. He was sudden to look up from your writing to you.

“I’m taking a few entry level biology courses as my electives,” he acknowledges, placing your sheet down on the pile that was already accumulated from the other student responses, “maybe I’ll see you around!”

He was so soft-spoken that it made you gush inside, a burning heat rushing to your cheeks. Yes, this was only a simple gesture, a simple statement, but it gave you some hope that your first year could turn out to be enjoyable.

“For sure,” you try to contain yourself, refraining from tugging your lips into a smile wider than the one you were already showing, “have a good one, Brian.”

“You as well, y/n!”

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