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alltheshadesofgray · 2 years

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Talk Twenty-One

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User Thirty-One @UserThirtyOne

i can't see Batman or Lady Noire or any of the heroes that joined the rooftop across from mine. it's like they disapeared

Manon Chamack @MChamack ✓ replying to @UserThirtyOne

Yes, that is called magic

Chris Lahiffe @CLahiffe replying to @MChamack

ooh, epic showdown i bet

User Thirty-Two @UserThirtyTwo replying to @CLahiffe

anyone questioning why none of the akuma class is online?

August Beaufort @AugustBeau replying to @UserThirtyTwo

Manon Chamack @MChamack ✓ replying to @AugustBeau

and you reprimand me!

August Beaufort @AugustBeau replying to @MChamack

only because you deserve it :)

the quantic kids ella, etta, chris, august, manon (owner)

chris:

is anybody else concerned?

august:

yes, it's not just you

ella:

alya hasn't posted anything, or talked to us yet

etta:

i still don't understand how we named ourselves the quantic kids

august:

Félix and his school friends gave it to us years ago and manon loves it, so she reign hell on us if we change it

chris:

speaking of, is manon still on twitter?

she is a menace. why is she allowed twitter?

manon:

i am not a menace, chris!

and to answer ur question, don't be concerned

mari has a plan

august:

let's hope she does

IT WAS DEAD SILENT, because beneath the magical armor of Lady Noire stood Marinette Dupain-Cheng. She stood across Batman, in a emerald shield Carapace had created, with watery eyes and fear in her stance.

"This isn't one of my hallucinations, is it?" Tim, as Red Robin, whispered to Robin from the vigilantes' place on the rooftop.

"Tt, that is real," Damian, Robin, said, crossing his arms.

"I think I speak for all of us when I say 'what the fuck'," Dick, Nightwing, said, his mouth gaping in surprise.

"What is even more surprising is that Red Hood was right," Damian said dryly, giving a suspicious glance at the anti-hero. He shrugged nonchalantly.

"What?" Bruce, as Batman, said down below, backing away in uncertainty. "How? When? Is this real?"

The green dome no longer surrounded them.

"Very much so, Batman," Marinette said. "I understand this is a lot. My name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng, (i kinda imagine marinette saying it like bruce did in jl war ) and for twenty-one years, I was known as Ladybug. After that, I moved to Gotham, and fell in love with a guy. You know the story."

Bruce Wayne never considered himself an expert in love. Hell, practically all of his relationships were with villains or anti-heroes. But, oh how he had gotten it so wrong. Everything he thought he knew about the Paris problem was completely wrong. The answer had been right in front of him the whole time.

"I'm s-sorry, I don't think I can do this," he stammered, backing away even more.

Marinette gave him a sad smile and nodded. "When you're ready, we should talk." He couldn't face her, he could barely breath. Sure, he'd had his suspicions, but his mind was running to fastly to make sense of any of it. He used a smokebomb, though unnecesary, once the smoke cleared, there was no sign of the Bats in the vacinity.

Mister Bug, followed by the Team, leapt down, rushing over to her. "It didn't work, Viperion," Marinette said, refering to the nod he'd given to her earlier. He stayed silent. Was this the plan Bunnyx had in mind? To leave her heartbroken? Hadn't she endured enough?

"Come on, Mari, let's go home."

~~~~

"Why did you bring us here, Constantine?" Superman, Clark Kent, asked angrily. "Bruce needs us!"

"Sorry mate, but there are more powerful forces at play. Time itself. We wouldn't want the timeline to go astray," Constantine said, smirking. "You couldn't be there. It is a fundamental law of time."

"Zero-Three, Wonder Woman, Zero-Six, Aquaman," the computer announced. With all the craziness at the UN and the escape, they hadn't had time to remove them from the designation system.

"You called us?" Wonder Woman asked, her tone cutting the tension like a knife. Though they were a welcome presense in the time of anxiety, they weren't fully forgiven by all members. "What happened?"

"We don't need you anymore," Superman said, shaking his head. "Bruce is handling the Miraculous Team in Gotham. Constantine says we shouldn't interfere or it will do something with the timeline."

A blue portal opened, and out stepped Klarion. He laughed wickedly, as the Justice League were immediately on guard. "No need to be all testy," Klarion said, frowning. He turned to Constantine. "I come bearing gifts from the lovely lady Bunnyx." He snapped, and a paper appeared in Constantine's hand. "Toodaloo!"

Klarion snapped his fingers and dissapeared in a flash of red.

Constantine opened the paper, and read what it said. In two days time, you and Zatanna should talk to Batman. "Well, a freelancer's job is never done," Constantine said, holding out his palm to create a star portal. "I need to go. Whatever you do, do not go to Gotham. It will make sense in due time."

BRUCE WAYNE DIDN'T KNOW what to make of the situation. His own girlfriend was a hero. Why would she betray them without a reason. There was no way Ladybug would betray her team for the very villain they fought. And if Ladybug cleared Félix and Adrien, than he was really at square zero for his investigation.

Maybe he was okay with being nowhere in the investigation.

But Marinette being Ladybug/Lady Noire? He didn't know what to think. He was confused. Bruce Wayne was not a man who was good at figuring out his feelings. And this situation was certainly not helping.

Now that he reflected, Marinette had every right to keep her identity a secret. But the illogical part of him, the part where he needed to know everything, screamed 'why hadn't Marinette told him?'

Did Bruce really want answers? For the first time in Bruce Wayne's life, he didn't know what he wanted.

~~~~

"What are your opinions about what happened the other day?" Dick asked the gathered Bats who'd been at the reveal. Among them were Jason, Tim, Damian, Stephanie, Babs, Cass, and Duke.

"Jason already knew about her, somehow," Damian grumbled, arms crossed.

"That was a pretty badass way to do an identity reveal," Steph commented.

Cass nodded in agreement. I believe Bruce needs to get his head out of his ass, Cass signed to the group gathered in the Batcave. Marinette may have a questionable bloodline, but so do half of us, and she's a hero. Ladybug.

"I don't even know why you guys were trying to prove Marinette was a villain," Jason said. "As I told you, no villain would have a panic attack over a butterfly. Nathalie Sancoer is in prison. Gabriel Agreste is dead. Marinette was Ladybug. Chat Noir was ____" Jason attempted to say his name, but green bubbles floated out of his mouth.

"Chat Noir didn't reveal his identity," Tim said drowsily, looking up from his computer. "How do you know his identity?"

Damian scowled. "Todd's been keeping secrets from us. Why is this one any different," Damian said, glaring at Jason.

"Magic must protect Chat Noir's identity, just like it did Marinette," Babs reasoned. "But if magic protects their identity, it doesn't tell us how you were able to figure it out."

"Remember how Marinette was able to sense the Lazarus Pits? And Kanté mentioned that the Pits were made by the Miraculous. He also mentioned that the League were the Miraculous Team's enemy, but that's not relevant," Jason said. "So my theory, is because the Pits were made by the Miraculous, and Marinette was able to sense the Lazarus 'energy'. It works both ways, I was submerged in the Lazarus Pits, thus the magic that protects the Miraculous Users don't effect me and I could figure out all their identities if I wanted to."

"That's actually quite thought out, Todd," Damian admitted begrudgingly.

"If that theory is correct, then what about any other person who's used the Lazarus Pits? That means plenty of villains have the potential to figure out the identities of some of the most powerful heroes," Babs pointed out. "Namely, Ra's."

"Ra's did kidnap Marinette," Duke added.

If Ra's knew Marinette was Ladybug or the Guardian, Marinette would be in a lot more danger, and she would have already gotten kidnapped again. Thus, Ra's knows nothing of Marinette's identity. Only that she's the daughter of the Morrigan, Cass signed.

"We should be careful nonetheless," Dick said.

"What do you think Bruce will do?" Duke asked.

"That's a good question," Babs said. "One that we couldn't tell you. God knows what Bruce will do. If you couldn't tell, Bruce does not have the best track record with dating anyone in the same lifestyle we are in."

"You can say that again," Jason snorted.

JOHN CONSTANTINE MADE A habit of purposely not going into Gotham, much less Wayne Manor, if he could avoid it. Of course, he'd been in Gotham before, but the place gave nothing but dark energy, and Wayne Manor was drowning in ghosts. Actually, Thomas and Martha Wayne were quite nice and honest, but Bruce Wayne's ancestor's were questionable. Rich and elite were always questionable.

As per Bunnyx's instructions, though Zatanna was thourougly against listening to the Lord of Chaos, though Klarion seemed quite taken with helping Bunnyx. Constantine definately understood Zatanna's hesitation.

"Heya, Bats," Constantine said, grinning devishly. Sometimes, he loved breaking Bruce Wayne's no magic rule. It pissed the guy off to no end, but right now, Bruce didn't seem to care. The guy did not know how to face his emotions. Constantine felt for him.

"Batsy," Constantine said, sing-songingly.

"Go away," Bruce muttered. It was probably the most unrefined speech that he'd heard Bruce Wayne use. Which was concerning for the normally put together vigilante.

"Brucie, I can't let you drown in your sorrows. Honestly, you need to get your head out of your ass," Constantine said.

"How was I so blind as to not realize my own girlfriend was a superhero?" Bruce asked.

"Magic, dumbass. There's this lovely thing called magic," Constantine deadpanned, feeling like Bruce had been asking himself that plenty of times. "If just anybody was able to figure out her identity then there would be a lot more at stake than you having a mid-life crisis about your girlfriend being a hero."

Bruce glared at that. "Why are you here Constantine?" Bruce inquired.

"To exorcise the demons at Wayne Manor," Constantine said dryly.

Bruce's eyes narrowed.

"You do have a ghost infestation, Brucie, but that's not why I'm here," Constantine said, shrugging. "Look, Bruce, I respect you, and your hero career. But you really do need to get your shit together and talk to Marinette. If you let her go, you risk loosing her forever."

~~~~

Bruce took a deep breath. Constantine had done a locator spell, and forcefully teleported him to the area where Marinette was, though Bruce knew he was probably going to be thanking the mage one day. Thankfully, Constantine had some heart, and didn't shove him face to face with Marinette.

This was the Le Grand Paris Hotel, a famous Hotel known for housing celebrities, he realized. He quickly had deduced that Marinette would be at Chloé Bourgeois' room, if Constantine had correcly used his locator spell. So he made the long trudge up, heart thumping loudly.

He knocked on the door, and the door widened a fraction, Bruce facing Kagami Tsurgi, otherwise known as Ryuko. Next to the fencer was Chloé Bourgeois, the hotel heiress herself. "You know if Mari wasn't so smitten with you, you'd be long gone. And by gone I mean-"

"Chloé, we've talked about your murderous tendencies," a voice called out, belonging to a male.

"Shut up, Xavier," Chloé said, still glaring at him.

"Murder is not the answer," the male, who Bruce assumed to be 'Xavier', said. "Nor is it the question."

Chloé rolled her eyes, and widened the door. "You're lucky Xavier doesn't support murder."

"I do support it, when it comes to an idiot dating Mari, but not when Mari loves the idiot," Xavier called out. Love? Marinette loved him? The words were ringing through his head.

Kagami's eyes were narrowed into slits, so narrow that Bruce wasn't even sure that she could see out her eyes. "Men are stupid," Kagami said, following Chloé.

"Says the woman who's dating the most oblivious idiot ever," Chloé fired back, laughing. "Come on lover boy," she said to Bruce. Bruce entered the suite, looking around. A whole crowd of people were scattered, and Bruce had never felt so unwelcome in his life.

"Adrien Agreste!" the familiar voice of Marinette shouted through another door. "WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU LET THE KWAMIS IN THE KITCHEN?!" The short, but very fierce, woman stormed through, green sparks flying. Bruce assumed that it was some sort of magical energy from the Miraculous.

A black thing flew behind her, laughing it's head off. Luka Couffaine chuckled from the corner, strumming a guitar.

"Mari, your boytoy has finally decided to grace us with his presense," Chloé said flatly, flopping on the couch, and throwing her legs over a blonde man.

"This is not over, Adrien," Marinette said, glaring at the ex-model. She turned to face Bruce, an unreadable expression crossing her face.

"Hi, Marinette," Bruce said, trying not to sound sheepish. He was definately not in his element.

~~~~

Marinette stared at Bruce for a solid minute, the only noise in the room was Luka's guitar. Adrien seemed ready to transform, and figure out a way to destroy Bruce with the Creation Miraculous. Chloé was glaring at the billionaire, giving Marinette a look that implied that she should dump him.

"Hello, Bruce," Marinette said, softer than she intended. "I assume you're here for answers?"

"I would be lying if I said I didn't have questions," Bruce admitted. "But I know I fucked up. I don't deserve answers. Only what you want to tell me, if you even want to talk to me."

Marinette had been considering what she would say, if Bruce came to her. But preparing herself for her whole speech did not prepare her for this moment. "My name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng. I was Ladybug. I now wear the Miraculous of the Black Cat. And I'm in love with Bruce Wayne."

She'd tell him her story eventually. It was enough for her, it was up to him to decide if it was good enough for him.

fuck up and we kill you (aka our favorite shovel talk group chat)

félix, kagami, chloé, adrien, alya, and bruce

chloé:

i had deleted this chat thinking i wouldn't need it anymore

because mari should have dumped ur sorry ass

félix:

why did nobody try to talk sense into her

i would have if i was there

but NOBODY though to talk her out of it?

kagami:

we do realize this is the chat with the aforemented person

alya:

do we care?

no we dont

chloé:

why does mari have such a big heart?

cause now we have to deal with the ass who broke her heart

adrien:

you do realize if mari didn't have a big heart, none of you guys would currently be friends with her

bruce is typing...

chloé:

don't say your defending him?!

adrien:

in no way

i will personally contact chat noir

the only reason bruce wayne is not dust is because of mari

he should be thanking his lucky stars

bruce in irl:

#maribat #cross posted on ao3 #marinette dupain cheng #bruce wayne #the batkids #bruce is paranoid #dick grayson #tim drake #jason todd #damian wayne #mlb characters #dc characters #social media au

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shit-talk-turner · 2 years

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Read that very long ask of that one anon about Louise.

1. You might have missed a lot

2. Some of us are here since 2019 some even longer but these deep discussion blogs are and we followed this long enough to tell some things about this whole situation

3. Louise shares her whole life with us actually just more sneaky and we got behind it we know she's 24/7 on the internet liking posts with specific "messages "to draw our attention, reads us here and makes plans to proof us different.

4. She's as annoying, she constantly hints on Alex in his house or with his clothes, she does these pictures with intention showing things which can fastly be noticed as Alex's stuff.

5. She literally stalked him, (just noticed she loves doing plans), she did one getting to him and cosplaying his ex girlfriends and his fantasies and put a persona on that can be interesting to him this deep french 60's mystery girl which apparently likes the exact same bands and musicians as him, she obviously isn't like that knowing her past and we know, discussed it several times and saw pics/videos bio's...

6. She's very rude and mean to fans too she's not sweet, when fans called her out on her covid travelling she gave passive aggressive comments totally missing the point and changing the subject into her life being private with her MAN, no one fucking mentioned Alex they just said it's wrong how she travelled for no reason and that was right. And now this act with the kissing pic too (we know her and Amanda planned this time) why post and repost it with the obvious intention to proof us and marking her territory, if you're so private. You don't do stuff like that.

Louise is playing that game since three years, she's a Stalker she knows the tricks and she tries to work these tactics on us. I'm telling you one of the most stalkerish traits are going to major blogs translating all the asks and responses and making plans, her new obsession is us, she wants our approval it's insane. She will never get it though we are not stupid.

Every time this mod manages to forget about her travelling for no reason during the pandemic and posting pictures about it and whining about being a “caged bird” while I was working in a hospital I slightly lose my mind 😡🤬😡

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runnning-outof-time · 2 years

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To Be Alone | Tommy Shelby x OC | Chapter 1

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Pairing: Tommy Shelby x OC

Summary: Celia Farraday and her family had to return to England to say goodbye to her dying grandfather. Misfortune falls upon her family soon after, and now she has to find work on the streets of Birmingham to help her parents afford rent. These are the same streets controlled by the Peaky Blinders, and Celia soon finds herself in the line of fire of said gang’s leader, Tommy Shelby.

Warnings: violence (typical to series), mentions of death and child illness

Word Count: 2353

A/N: The inspiration for this story comes mainly from Hozier's song 'To Be Alone'. It begins at the start of Season 2 in the series. Also, this is my first Peaky Blinders fic, the first fic that I’ve written in a while, and the first fic I’ve EVER posted on Tumblr. I really hope you enjoy it! Please let me know how I’m doing! :)

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Peaky Blinders characters, just the main OC, and other original characters that will be introduced throughout this fic.

— Late 1921 —

People hurried around the streets of Birmingham. It was fastly approaching the time that the factory whistle would blow for shifts to start. Celia Farraday was one of those people who were hurrying to get to where she needed to be.

"Sorry," she mumbled an apology as she bumped shoulders with a man dressed in soot-covered clothing.

"Watch where you're walking, huh?!" the man spat back with unnecessary anger, but Celia didn't bat an eyelash. No one was nice in Birmingham. That was something she had to learn quickly. Clutching her small handbag closer to her body, she cut the interaction off there and continued on her way to her work.

She soon approached the shop where she was employed: Walter and Edith Robinson's family owned tailoring business. She mainly kept track of the storefront, but also dabbled in some seamstress work of her own. "Good morning, Mr. Robinson," she greeted her boss while walking inside, bells clanging together on the door to let the older man know that someone had entered.

"Hello, Celia. Beautiful morning, isn't it?" Mr. Robinson was always in a chipper mood. Celia wondered if he was one of the enlightened ones who had figured out their purpose in life.

"About as beautiful as one can be in a town like this," she responded with a nod and a smile, making her boss chuckle. She took her spot behind the counter beside him then, reaching down to grab the apron she wore so that she could tie it around her body.

"Ah yes. 'S also a beautiful day to get work done," Mr. Robinson nodded before slipping past the curtains to head into the back of the store. "Oh, Celia!" he called after a moment's silence. She turned to face him as he appeared again, "we have an important customer coming in today, a Mr. Tommy Shelby. He does not need to pay for his items," he informed her, watching as she nodded along with his words.

"Ok. Thank you for letting me know, Mr. Robinson," Celia smiled before spinning around to greet the man who had entered the store.

After some time that was spent dealing with a few customers and stitching together some items, the business' matriarch graced the shop with her presence.

Edith Robinson was a sweet, older woman who Celia found herself at times wishing she was related to. "Good morning, Celia!" Edith greeted the brunette-haired woman behind the counter, a cheery smile on her face.

"Hello, Edith!" Celia's smile matched the woman in front of her. Unlike Mr. Robinson, Edith didn't care for formalities, and even went as far as to scold Celia for calling her by her husband's surname. "How are you today?" she questioned, watching as Edith placed a small, letter-sized envelope on the counter in front of her. "What's this?" she asked then.

"A letter. For you. Seems important. It was marked as urgent at the post," Edith explained, giving Celia a knowing look before she went into the back to find her husband.

Celia stared down at the envelope for a moment, taking in the bright red stamp in its upper corner as she wondered who it was from. She’d worked it out with Walter and Edith that any urgent postage be sent to the shop's box, since her parents were so adamant about being in charge of the mail that was brought into their house. Celia knew that some letters meant for her wouldn't ever see the light of day due to the carelessness that her father holds. So after a few moments, she flipped the envelope over and broke its seal. What was waiting for her on the inside made her stomach drop:

Celia,

I have decided to write to you as I know that you are the one I can trust to relay this to our family. Samuel has fallen ill, and the doctors do not seem hopeful about his situation. In spite of that, we are doing everything we can to make sure he sees his way through this.

Please do not rush to board a ship home upon hearing this news. We know that you would want to be here with us...with him, but we would feel horrible if you uprooted your life a second time to come back to what was left here.

I will write when I can to update you on his condition.

Until then, send Mom and Dad our love. I am sorry to hear about PaPa - his passing was hard on me too.

Your's truly,

Joseph Farraday

Closing up the letter with tear-filled eyes, Celia tried to let this new information sink in. Her nephew, who had only been the tender age of three, was fighting a serious illness an ocean away from her. Joseph and Katherine must have been heartbroken. She couldn't fathom the idea of seeing her own child going through something like that. The clanging of the front door's bells broke her out of the staring contest she was holding with the folded up letter.

When she looked up her eyes fell on a man whose favorite color was surely black, being that he was wearing a black long coat, black suit jacket, and a pair of black trousers. The only varying color was the pop of white coming from the buttoned up shirt that was peeking out from underneath his vest. Celia made sure to quickly wipe her eyes with the backs of her hands before he noticed she'd been crying. An emotional woman greeting you certainly wouldn't put a positive start to a business transaction. The man finally looked up when he stopped in front of the counter, his eyes finally becoming visible from under his - you guessed it - black peaked cap. His eyes brought more color into the mix, the shade of blue being both the richest and coldest Celia's ever seen. They were intense as he stared back at her, and she knew from one look that he hid secrets behind those eyes.

"Your name, sir?" Celia asked the man then, feeling relieved when her voice came out strongly instead of in a scratchy tone. Thankfully this interaction gave her something to think about other than what was happening back in America.

"Thomas Shelby," he answered, clearing his throat then. Celia was able to see him fish a pack of cigarettes out of his coat pocket and slit one between his lips as she was going back to find the man's items. When she returned with three separate, full suits, the man was blowing the smoke from his lungs out into the room. She couldn't call him on it though, as Mr. Robinson didn't mind when patrons smoked in the shop. Hell, he almost always had a cheap cigar around him while he was working.

"That'll be three pounds, Mr. Shelby," Celia stated after setting the suits on the counter in between them. She then busied herself with the cash register as she waited for him to produce the money.

He stood still though. "Oh I don't pay for suits, love," he spoke then after he realized what the woman was waiting for. His words made her look at him, a dumbfounded expression present on her face. Who does he think he is? - she thought to herself - everyone here pays for suits.

Before another word was spoken, Mr. Robinson was making his way from the back in a hasty manner. "Mr. Shelby! I'm so sorry. I told her, but she must've forgotten," he frantically apologized to the man on the opposite side of the counter. "Always in your head at the most important times, aren't you, Celia?" he chuckled awkwardly then as Celia turned to stare at her boss with her mouth slightly agape. What was going on here?

"'S not a problem, Mr. Robinson, just a misunderstanding," the man stated, lips curving upward just slightly as he focused his gaze on her.

"Ok, good. Good. This won't happen again," Mr. Robinson nodded his head, then shifted his gaze in Celia's direction. Now they were both looking at her, and she was trying not to shrink under the weight of their stares. "Right, Celia?" the older of the two men asked her expectantly when she remained silent.

"Yes. No! No, it won't happen again," she affirmed with a small shake of her head.

"I should be going. Was nice meeting you, Celia," Mr. Shelby said then, nodding his head towards Walter before his eyes fell on Celia once more.

"It was nice meeting you also, Mr. Shelby," Celia smiled up at him and with one more nod, he left the shop.

Celia stood there for a few moments then, watching as Mr. Robinson let out a breath of relief. She was confused on why he folded to this man so quickly. Letting people off with free suits certainly wasn't a strong way to run a business.

"Why did he get his suit for free?" Celia asked the stupid question that had been on her mind a few hours later while her and Mr. Robinson were in the back working on a few items. Her curiosity had finally gotten the best of her.

"He's an important man in this town. His gang offers us protection from the neighborhood ruffians that used to burglarize this shop. People saw Edith and I as weak, and our money an easy score to grab, but Mr. Shelby's been a big help in putting an end to that."

"Gang?" was about all Celia got out of that statement, her eyes widening slightly. She couldn't remember a time in her life when she knowingly crossed paths with a gang member, and an influential one at that.

"Yes. They're called the Peaky Blinders. You haven't heard of them?" Mr. Robinson sounded surprised.

She shook her head before speaking, "no. I...I only just moved here a few months ago. My family and I were living in the countryside until we were able to sort out the remains of my grandfather's belongings."

"That's a surprise then, dear, because they pretty much have control over this city," Mr. Robinson informed her.

"Wow," was all she was able to say.

"Alright, enough chatter you two. There's work here to be done," Edith cut into their conversation before it could go any further. Celia returned to the front of the store, her head now swimming with this new information.

After staying later than usual to help Mr. Robinson out with the remaining pieces in progress, Celia was finally free for the night. She bid goodbye to the couple before heading out onto the streets again. She was thankful that she remembered her coat as the previous drizzle had now turned into something heavier.

All she wanted to do now was sit by the fire with a good book and waste the night away.

Her plans abruptly changed when she heard what sounded like an altercation happening in the alleyway she was approaching. Knowing full well what to do in this situation, she crossed the street and hid in the shadows so that the aggressors of the fight didn't prey on her next. She was able to make out a few different male voices and a bunch of grunting. It was when the grunting turned into agonizing screams that she clenched her eyes shut and prayed that she wouldn't be found out.

Whoever was on the receiving side of the attack was surely outnumbered, and Celia felt helpless. The closest phone booth was a block away, and she couldn't risk her cover being blown in an attempt to get the coppers here. So she kept her eyes shut, squeezing them so tight that she was seeing stars. Then the noises of struggle stopped. They were replaced with words that Celia couldn't make out even while straining her ears. Short silence followed those words, and that was followed by more painful groans and muffled curse words.

When it got eerily silent for the second time, Celia wondered if the attack had stopped and the offenders had slipped away. Luckily she didn't leave her position to check, because the quietness was soon pierced through by the echoing sound of gunshots and whistles being blown. Someone had called the cops. Celia breathed a sigh of relief for whoever this was unfortunately happening to, happy that they were getting saved by the law. So she waited some more. Waited for the commotion to die down and the footsteps to fade away so that all that was heard now was the falling rain.

Then she dared to leave her safe space. As she approached the alleyway in question, an audible gasp left her lips. Laying on the ground was the silhouette of a body. She couldn't make any features, but this person was sprawled out as if they were left for dead. Or maybe they were already dead. Celia's curiosity got the best of her for the second time of the day as she slowly approached them. Her eyes widened when she realized that this person was still breathing. Abandoning her quest to find out this person’s identity, she turned heel and rushed to the phone booth, putting in change and dialing the number of the closest hospital.

"Hello yes, I need an ambulance to the alleyway of Marpole Street as quickly as possible!" she just about yelled into the phone, adrenaline coursing through her. She listened to the person on the other end assure her that one was being sent, and nodded along with the operators words even though they couldn't see her. "Please...quickly," she whispered out between ragged breaths as her heart rate picked up. The person assured her one last time before the connection was cut, leaving Celia with nothing to do but hang the line up and continue home.

She tried her best to calm her breathing and nerves on her way there, but all she could remember were the painful screams and the sound of gunshots. She hoped, prayed even, that the person who she found laying on the ground would still be alive when help arrived.

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Post note: bit of a cliff-hanger to end the first chapter. I hope it was enough to get ya to come back! Any feedback is appreciated!

#peaky blinders #tommy shelby #tommy shelby x oc #fanfic #fanfiction #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders fanfiction #peakyxtommy #tommy shelby fanfic #tommy shelby fanfiction

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hwrryscherry · 3 years

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The one where the reader is a singer

characters: HARRY x SINGER!Y/N

blurb: The reader is finishing up her brand-new album and as Harry comes to visit her on her last day of working in the studio, he gets to react to one of her songs, 34+35.

word count: 1.9K

author's note: HI GUYS! It’s been a week I think? Anyway, I’ll get back to school tomorrow so idk when imma post the next request but I’m hoping that it will be soon! Anyway, I want to thank y’all for the love and support on my writing and I hope that the anon who asked this likes it as much as I did. Never forget that you’re so golden and tpwk. AND ALSO, HAPPY 27TH BIRTHDAY TO HARRY!

You took a deep breath right after asking for the track to be played again. To everyone else the track was perfect, but it was different for you. It just felt like something was missing and you didn't know what. And god, you were tired. You were so genuinely exhausted that if you sit up in a chair and stay silent for more than five minutes you'll simply fall asleep. You felt your eyes heaving at every blink of yours and it was only 5 pm, but you were in this studio for so long. You were inside this place for 36 hours now with no shower and no sleep. You did eat but now you were hungry again.Your shoulders were tensed up, and you couldn't feel comfortable anywhere. Not in the couch, not in the chair, not in the floor and not even stand up. All you genuinely demanded right now was to be home under your bed sheets curled up with your boyfriend of four years while taking many naps or watching many movies, but no, you needed to have this done. You needed the album to be done and were extremely thrilled to release it to your fans that were excited as well. But yes, you were so frickin' tired.

— Again... — You repeated after a long and sharp breath listening to some groans from your coworkers. You all have been listening to this one song for about an hour and a half now and you haven't actually changed anything yet. — I know, I know, and I'm sorry guys, it's just not right!

— Maybe you think it's not right, but it is and you're just making a huge deal about it. — One of your co-workers said. A girl, Lucy, one of your friends as well. You turned your head to stare at her face and gave her that glaze that made her shrug her shoulders because of it — Alright, I'm sorry.

— I'm not making a huge deal. It's just not right, and I feel like the entire album is so great and this is just wrong. Like... — You said standing up from the couch you were sitten in and walked to the table with the computers on to grab the one paper you used to write this song. You stared at it in your hands for a while as you read the letters. — See, here is the problem. So here it's "you drink it just like water" and then suddenly comes "so what you doin' tonight?", it doesn't make sense, there's something missing in here. — You go through the lyrics again as you hear more groans from the people in the room — And honestly, I'm disappointed with myself for the rest. I need to change it so badly, but I have no idea on how.

— No problem, love — You naturally said referring to his previous apologies.

That's when you hear the sound of the door being opened. You rise your head to look at the door and see Harry, your boyfriend, walking into the room with some paper bags in his hands that contained burgers directly from In-N-Out, which was in fact your favorite Los Angeles burger place ever. He arrived in silence, trying not to make a noise for fear that you were recording something but you could note his surprised expression when he saw everyone was looking at him instead of recording.

— Sorry guys, I didn't want to disturb you. I was passing by and wanted to check up! — Harry said as he closed the door behind him and walked farther into the room. You smiled tenderly when you saw the figure of the man walking closer to you. You haven't seen each other personally in some days, and he consistently secured you so much spiritual peace, he just had such a light energy and it made you feel so good — And also y’all had been stealing my girl for so long now! — He joked getting a slight laugh from everyone inside the studio. He approached you by wrapping your waist with one of his arms around your waist and sealing your lips together as he bends down a little.

— And Harry, technically she is maintaining us here and not the other way around — Lucy said in an ironic tone causing you to look at her quickly before letting out a deep breath and lowering your head by rubbing your sleepless eyes with the help of your hands, probably a negative result of sleep. Harry reflected the girl's words and then looked at you carefully before placing the bags on the coffee table that was next to the studio sofa.

— Why? What happened? — Harry asked encountering his gaze with yours as he crossed his arms and observed you raising your hand that contained the papers with the lyrics of your new song.

— I can't write a proper ending that I genuinely like! — You said, sounding frustrated to everyone in that room.

— The ending is good! — Another of your friends, Jaden, said as he got up and picked up one of the bags Harry had brought and then started walking again to sit on the sofa.

— Jaden, you in silence is everything to me! — You said in a mocking tone while running your hand through your hair — But you understand, don't you? — You asked Harry because he has experience with such a specific subject — It's not that it's bad, it's that I don't feel like it's ready!

— I get it! But have you already recorded? — Harry asked softly in his understanding tone. He more than anyone in this room comprehended exactly what you were feeling and he would do his best to help you since you did the same with him so many times before.

— Yes, twenty times! — Jaden murmured a little before taking a bite of one of the burgers that Harry had brought. Harry couldn't hold back the laugh when he heard the boy, as they knew each other well and Harry knew all his sassiness was based on nothing more than hunger.

— Let me hear it, so I can have some ideas to help! — Harry said looking at you, and then noticing your reaction. Your eyes widened at the man's request. It wasn't fear. It was just an apprehension and that made Harry extremely curious — What?

— Well... It's a little... — You said in a lower tone seeking your words.

— Promiscuous and indulgent! — Lucy and Jaden completed your sentence making Harry look at her and the boy sitting on the sofa and then Harry raised one of his eyebrows and looked at you with a smirk on his lips.

— Uh, is it about me? — Harry asked in a mocking tone, waiting for the answer that would raise his ego, of course.

— Look, let's not specify anything — You said quickly and nervously looking at the smirk on your boyfriend's face — Ok, Trevor, play the song right for the love of god! — You said getting a laugh out of Harry, Jaden and Lucy due to your despair in ending this matter.

And Trevor did as you asked and put the song on. You sat down on the bench near the wall and crossed your arms while watching Harry's reactions. The soon as the song started everyone could notice your voice and the rhythm of it that matched the beat.

You may think I’m crazy

The way I’ve been craving

If I put it quite plainly

Just give me them babies

You could notice Harry bouncing his head on the rhythm of the song as a sign that he liked it because you knew that he only did that to songs that he likes. And you also noticed a small smile when he listened to the end of this verse because he did remember all the times you both had talked about having a baby before.

So what you doin’ tonight?

Better say doin’ you right

Watching movies

But we ain’t seen a thing tonight

Again you noticed the smirk and you did smirk as well because you both knew the lack of ability that you had to watch any movie that lasted longer than two hours and you almost ended not watching anything.

I don’t wanna keep you up

But assuming can you keep it up

‘Cause then I’d like to keep you up

So maybe Imma keep you up

Boy

Harry wasn’t looking at you, though. He was looking at the floor while bouncing his head and paying attention to the song as he was trying to catch the vibe of it and honestly you don’t know if it’s the song that had this vibe but he was looking way too hot to handle at this moment.

I’ve been drinking coffe

And I’ve been eating healthy

Know I get squeaky, yeah

Saving all my energy

Now the chorus was about to start and you were actually excited and nervous to see Harry’s reaction of it. You two have been dating for four years now. He probably understood any little detail of this song more than anyone else.

Can you stay up all night?

F**k me till the daylight

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You started to hold back your laugh as Harry lifted his head up fastly with winded eyes and a surprised look so he could face you. It wasn’t actually your style to write songs that promiscuous so he was actually surprised at it even though he loved it. He had a smile on his face though and so did you.

The song kept playing as the words repeated itself and it stopped just after the second chorus so Harry passed his hands through his hair as you waited for his opinion on it. Honestly, Harry’s opinion about your music is extremely important to you because you cherish and admire him way too much and love his songs so you hope that he does too with yours.

— So... What do you think? — You asked anxiously waiting for his opinion. The truth is Harry had already listened to all the songs on his new album except this one.

— I like it! — Harry said with a smile on his lips making you breathe a sigh of relief — Maybe I can help write the rest, but they really didn't lie and it's great. The beat is good and the lyrics are catchy and everything will be fine. The point, my love, is that you are too worried! — Harry said as he approached you, placing his big, strong hands on your shoulders and massaging them lightly feeling all the tension in your muscles slowly dissolving — Relax, it's amazing! You got it!

With Harry's help, you finished the song in less than an hour. When you recorded the rest and listened, you felt that now it was ready and now you could go home with him. It was simply incredible to know you could always count on him and to know that while you were together creativity would be present and life wouldn't be boring. After all, you had each other and had the art.

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 3 years

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🍬🍭CHILDHOOD GAMES🍭🍬

Prompt: This was a request from the lovely Akiko @akiko-tanaka . The request is: “The reader is bored and asks Drew to play hide and seek with her, followed by some smut” There ya go my love, I hope you’ll like it 🥰

Word Count: Long

Pairings: Drew McIntyre x Reader

Warnings: + 18, smut, DDLG, rough sex, oral sex (female), cursing, ejaculation(mouth).

Tag: @blondekel77 , @jibbles26 , @drewmcintyrekoccsrocbwdgfan , @drew-is-boo , @theworldofotps , @new-zealand-chic

Notes: We love some daddy Drewy in here 🤤Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) and if you’re comfortable with it,please let me know what you think? Some feedback is always welcomed and appreciated ❤️You can check out my other stories typing ‘masochist writes’ on the search bar on my page and my newest story as a fixed post.Okay,now let’s get to the fun part,shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

“What was your favorite play as a child?” I boredly ask Drew as I steal some popcorn out of his bowl

“Cops and robbers, you little thief! That’s my popcorn” He laughs, pinning me down on the sofa and begins a biting attack to the nape of my neck

“NO” I scream “Drew, please...don’t” I was laughing so hysterically that I couldn’t even form sentences.

He let me go and returned to his seat on the sofa.

“So unfair of you to do that!” I pretend annoyance

“That’s what you get for being a little thief” He winks at me and we both laugh

“What was your favorite play, love?”

“I loved hide and seek. I always won, nobody could ever find me, they all got so pissed!” I laugh

“Really? I could find you” He smirks

“No, you couldn’t! They never did, why would you?” I challenge him

“Because I’m not a little boy, love. I could trick you out of your hiding place like this” He snaps his fingers

“I doubt that” I huffed

“Wanna bet?” He holds back a laugh

I narrowed my eyes “Oh, it is on Scotsman! Bring it!” I got up from the sofa

He laughed “Ok, love. But outside is off limits, you’ll have to stay in”

“Deal! Good luck on TRYING to win” I say as he covers his eyes

“Oh, I AM gonna win sweetheart! One, two..” With that I ran as fast as I could to find my perfect hiding spot

I knew he would count to 30, so I fastly found a hiding spot on the back of our bedroom wardrobe, you couldn’t see me unless you put your head on the crook between the wall and the wardrobe.

I heard Drew’s heavy footsteps coming up the stairs, my heart was pounding on my ears from both excitement and fear of getting caught, I didn’t want to lose this game. It has been my childhood pride, damn it!

I heard him passing by the door, going straight down the hallway to the guest bedroom and suddenly everything stopped.

I couldn’t hear his footsteps around the house anymore, only my heavy breathing could be heard. I was starting to feel a little nervous to not hear any sounds besides my own, the wardrobe in front of me making me feel slightly claustrophobic.

I step out of my hiding spot “Drew?” I call

When silence was the only response I got, fear took ahold of me.

“Drew? Stop it, it’s not funny!” I yelled, now completely scared as I go down the hallway

“Andrew! I’m serious damn it, you’re scaring me” My voice is trembling

I pass through the guest bedroom door when suddenly a pair of strong arms grabbed me from behind

“Found ya!” He whispered in my ear

“Let me go, asshole!” I screamed, my heart frantically pounding

“I told you I could trick you out of your hiding place. C’mon, don’t be such a sore loser Y/N” He laughs as he pins me down on the ground, his body hovering mine

“Fuck off, you jerk! It’s not about losing, is about me almost shitting in my pants because I thought something bad happened to you!” He leans down towards me “Don’t you dare try to kiss me, fucker! I could so punch your face right now Andrew!” I huffed

“Andrew? You’re that mad at me, huh?” He chuckled and pinned my wrists to the side of my hips “I bet I can make you call me Drewy again in less than 15 seconds” He smirks

“How? By giving me another heart attack?” I mocked

“No” He gets closer to my ear “By eating your pussy the way I know you love it” He whispers

His words working like a spell on me

“Do you want that Y/N?” He rubs his bearded cheek to the side of my face “Do you want daddy to make you feel better?”

And there it was, the magic word, the one who could always turn my legs into jello

“Please daddy, I do” I panted

He kissed me roughly as his hands slide off my panties, pulled my flowy summer skirt up to my hips and broke our kiss to bury his face in between my legs.

Now this man, has the Devil’s tongue! Not only because he’s good with his words but also because he has amazing pussy eating skills. Once he eats you out, you’re gone for good, my dear. You will never in your life want any other man but him.

I softly moan making Drew look up at me, smirking while he slides two fingers inside my core as his thumb works teasing circles on my clit.

“Aren’t you happy that daddy found you, princess?” He whispers against my thigh

I nod and he continues “Aren’t you glad that daddy’s home to make his little girl happy by giving her everything she wants and just the way she needs?” He curls his fingers inside of me, rubbing against my g-spot

“Oh daddy, fuck...feels so good!” I whined “Daddy’s so good to me” I babble

“That’s because you are such a good girl for daddy, love. Tell me what you want, tell daddy what his princess needs?” He coos

“I need you inside of me. I want daddy’s cock to stretch me up” I mumbled

Drew stands up on his knees placing the two fingers that were inside of me upon my lips

“Suck it baby, taste what daddy does to you” His once blue eyes are now dark with lust as I suck his fingers clean, humming in pleasure.

“Is this what you want?” He asks, stroking his length, inches away from my mound

“Yes, daddy” I faintly answered

“How does a good girl asks for it, my love?” His grip on his cock becomes stronger

“Please daddy, can I have your cock buried deep inside my pussy?” I innocently said

“That’s my princess” He praises “Tell daddy if it gets too much, ok?” He caresses my cheek

“Ok”

Without further notice he entered me deeply, followed by a consistent growing rhythm of hard pounding

“Daddy..harder, please fuck me harder” I moan

Drew grunts, holding my hips vigorously in place against the hardwood floor as his pounding pace increased.

The mixture between the merciless fucking and the pain of the hardwood floor against my lower back had an addictive bittersweet feel to it.

“There it is” Drew laughs “That beautiful face you make every time you’re about to cum”

I moan in response

“Does it feel good when daddy mercilessly pounds your pussy, princess?”

“So good, daddy...so fucking good” I whispered

“Is daddy’s little princess gonna cum all over his cock?” He bites my lower lip

“Can I daddy? Please?” I couldn’t hold back no more

“Yes baby, go. Let it all go for daddy” His pounding increases to a inhumanly fast pace.

My vision is still blurry from the orgasm spasms, when I hear

“Open your mouth, princess” Drew desperately says

I obliged and soon after I felt hot spurs of cum on my tongue. I gave small little kitten licks on his cock’s head, cleaning him up.

I look into Drew’s eyes, swallowing his seed and gave him a soft smile

“Thank you daddy” I purr

He lightly chuckled in amusement “It’s quite scary how you can be so sweet and innocent but at the same time such a ravishing demoness”

“It’s a gift” I smirked

“Yes it is” He laughs

“What’s wrong Drewy?” I asked when a flash of doubt crossed his eyes

“I’ve been thinking about something” He says as he pulls my skirt back down, smoothing it with his palms.

“What is it?”

“I was thinking about whether you should be the cop or the robber, for our next play?” He deviously smirked

And I knew that this play date was far from over...

Please if you would like to, give me some feedback on this little story? Your thoughts are always appreciated by this little human here speaking 😉🥰😘

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slashingdisneypasta · 3 years

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That post with the period-sex is really accurate, thanks. I don't know when I've read a better portrayal that I can imagine so well. I believed that you write for J.D., sorry, and yes, I've ment Billy Loomis.

Now a new question arises to me. How would these characters be with the reader on her period in general? While she's (obliviously) bleeding, having (imense) pain, crambs, is sleepy and sensitive... I'm, for example, always extremly cuddly and touch-starved while on my period and on the first or two days, I'm also sensitive to sound, smell and light, which makes my hightened hunger fastly turn into nausea and then back again. But I'm never in a particular bad mood, just pained, cuddly, sleepy and annoying.

“I’m glad you liked it! ^^ And thank you soooooooo much for saying the portrayals were good!! I’m so so pleased you think so! Also no worries on JD, he’s good in small doses XD

Okay, hmmm. When I’m on mine, I crave so so much sugary baked goods and filthy filthy smut XD Lets go with the general symptoms though!

Does research so he can help you.

Jervis Tetch: I mean, he already did his research when it happened to Alice. But he brushes up on that knowledge when it comes to you! He doesn't, like, keep track on when your period will be with a calendar or nothing but he can always tell. He’s v e r y observant when it comes to you. Just try to keep anything from him man. Just try.

Edward Nygma: I mean, of course XD He is the sweetest bean.

Just listens to you and goes on that. You want cuddles? You got it. You want the lights down low? On it.

Jonathan Crane: He observes you closely (Subtly, though) and learns your patterns and what makes you comfortable during this time, and does what’s within his power to make that possible for you.

Oswald Cobblepot: Ultimately Oz is the most reasonable and concerned boyfriend outta the bunch XD Yes, reasonable AND concerned. 10 outta ten; Would boyfriend again.

Spike: He wraps his arm around you and lays back next to you as you hug your stomach. Presses a kiss to the top of your head. “What do you want from me, love? Just let me know, and I’ll get it for you. Don't be afraid to ask. Now, what should I put on the telly?”

Victor Zsasz: “Just text me if you want anything, babe. I’ll send it in an uber.” What? He’s busy!! He genuinely cares, though. You know he does.

Is too self absorbed to be very helpful. Constantly ignores what you’ve said you’re sensitive about. For example, will ask you to go to a party with him even though you’ve said crowds and noise will overstimulate you at the moment.

R i d d l e r, the bastard: He’s not totally clueless or oblivious though, obviously, and is prepare to apologise and give you cuddles for as long as you need... as long as he doesn't have a plot going on.

Thinks he knows what to do but screws up magnificently.

Jerome Valeska: Laughs it off of course when he messes up but makes a mental note with that surprising maturity/intelligence of his.

Beetlejuice: Slowly, he’ll learn XD Very slowly... so, so slowly...

Prescribes you slushies XD.

JD: Of course.

I mean, as we know, he’s pretty fricken self absorbed, but he is good for cuddles and horror movies!!

Billy Loomis: Of course, vol. 2

Is constantly fucking sniffing you-

Pennywise 2017: Goddamnit Penny. Stop. Basically though he’s extra extra in love with his now bloody-smelling S/O. He adores it, literally so much. He is wrapped around your finger.

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morgansunflower · 3 years

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Savin Me 3/3

Jason Todd X Reader

Warnings:minor character death, heavy angst

Words:974

Based on Batman death in the family 2020 movie. Jason and Y/N hurry to Gotham to comfort Timmy after his biological father's death

Y/N and I packing. I abruptly put my clothes in my duffle bag.

"Jay" she said so soft though I couldn't calm myself

"What?!" I asked harshly throwing my arms outward in frustration

I'm so selfish. I should have never left.

"breathe. Every--" I cut her off

"don't!" I take a deep breath enraged. I lower my hands continuing to pack "don't fucking start lying to me. This is my fucking fault and there is nothing you can say to change my mind"

"stop thinking that you're to blame. Jason, all we can do is be there for, Tim. You can control that"

I shake my head frustration and guilt is all I can seem to feel. She stepped away from her bag walking to me. She wraps her arms around me. I take a shaky breath forcing myself to calm down. Though it is a lot easier with her. We made it to, Gotham. I didn't bother saying anything to anyone until I make sure, Tim is OK. Who the fuck thought he should go on patrol? I open his bedroom door seeing him on his bed eye's locked on his laptop. His shoulders slouching.

"hey bat-baby"

"hey man" he said with a genuine hurt tone

His room is a complete wreck. He looks thinner. His eye's puffed from lack of sleep and possibly crying. I want to tell him everything is going to be OK and that I am going to be here for him.

"listen--" my words stuck in my throat. What do I say?

"I get it" he bitterly said and stood up

He walks to his door. I want to fix this. I don't know how.

"Timmy" I said

He turns around with rage and tears threatening to fall

"you don't care about me, Jason" he pushes me with effort though I didn't budge "you were never proud of me. I was just a sidekick to you, wasn't I? Or, Bat-kid, was a burden. You left me!" he hit me again with heavy breaths "S-so don't pretend you cared about me and just leave, again!"

His word's cut through me. I've never really felt a burning pain like this, before. I've never seen, Tim so upset, and so irrational. It turns my stomach into knots. I love him, as my own son. Now I understand everything, Bruce went through with me. The struggles I gave him. He gave me a home, food, guidance and a family. After, Bruce returned from the dead a harsh scar remained on his lower neck reminding me of his sacrifice. Tim, needs to know the truth. I hope he really does. Though he needs to hear it from me.

"yeah, well that's where you're wrong kid. For the first, fucking time, you're wrong" he shuts the door "you think I didn't give a shit about you? You think I didn't want to take you with me? That it didn't hurt Y/N and I to leave you? I wasn't going to risk failing you, Tim. It was wrong of me to think you'd..." I stammer thinking what if Tim would look at me as his mentor or maybe even a father figure? I sigh deeply continuing "look kid we both know the evidence of my past. The chances of you not turning out ok in my care is not something I was willing to risk. You were better off with, Bruce. Y/N, could have made up for what I couldn't amount to but you needed him" I scoff with a eye roll "if he could make a fucked up guy like me into something" I look to Tim's tearful eye's "he sure as hell would keep you on a better track! I did it for you, Kid. I left you and it fucking hurt us, Tim"

He rubs his nose with his hand and sniffs. I feel helpless. Should have I have taken him under my wing? I don't know. He needs space. He's hurting. He needs time to heal. I open the door I feel a tight embrace around my waist. I hear him sobbing his face up against my side. I let go of the door knob. I gently run his head not knowing what else to do. His little arm's are around me, it's not to his full strength. He's exhausted, emotionally exhausted. I know exactly how fucking agonizing that feels. To feel drained, that you're a burden to those around you. I wrap my left arm around him and use my right hand to rub his head.

He chokes on his sobs "shhhh you babybat you're OK. You got your family here. We're all here for you"

He sniffs and takes a breath "you're not fucked up"

I softly smile "you're not smart" I sarcastically stated

His breathing begins to calm down. His arm's bend from exhaustion. I move my left arm across his back and right arm across his knee-pit's lifting him up. His arms sprawled on his stomach slightly folded. I feel my heart break. He's grief-stricken. I remember crying myself to sleep almost every night after my mom overdosed. I lay him on his bed and lay the cover on him. What would, Bruce do? I gently rub his forehead. I remember when I had the flu back in my younger day's. As he falls into slumber I stand back up and shut his laptop. I leave his room step through the hall and open my bedroom door. I hear the sink running. Y/N. Exactly what I need right now. I step to my bathroom. The sink off. Y/N, turns with tears in her eye's holding a pregnancy test. My heart begins to beat fastly and my body wants to shake. I looked seeing two plus signs. She's pregnant

#Jason Todd X Reader #Jason Todd #Tim Drake #Crying #Angst #Heavy angst #Comfort #Hurt Tim Drake #Father #Son #Forgiveness #So much crying #Pregnancy test #Pregnancy

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queenofgotham800 · 4 years

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Could you do a victor x reader where she is his wife and gets kidnapped by Harley and the birds of prey ?

Kidnappin

(Victor Zsasz x Reader)

Warnings: Gramatical Errors, Swearing, Kidnapping, Fighting, Mentions of Death

Summary: One day, when your husband Victor came from his work, you weren't home. Birds of prey and Harley Quinn kidnapped you and Victor is running to save you.

(A/n): I'm sorry this took me so long to write. I hope you will enjoy this 💚

"Hey babe, I'm home!" Victor shouted through your shared little apartment. He put his keys on shelf and went to empty living room.

"Babe?" Victor shouted your name, looking for you everywhere. You usually answered.. Something was wrong and Victor knew it.

"(Y/n) this is not funny, where are you?" he knocked even at the bathroom, but nobody answered.

Maybe you were shopping.. Victor thought and checked his phone. He typed your number fastly, his hands were shaking in fear. What if something happened to you?

"C'mon... Pick it up.." Victor mumbled and heard familiar beeping in bedroom. You would never leave your phone home, you always carried it with yourself anywhere.

Apartment looked untouched, so it wasn't robbery.

Victor knew that this was not a good sign and he decided to go to Black Mask club, to ask for some useful informations.

Entering his workplace, he still thought about you. Worrying every second, he walked furiously through the club, to the last couch on which was sitting Roman Sionis.

"Boss, have you seen (Y/n) recently?" Victor asked Roman, who was surrounded by his guests. He seemed to be comfrontable about them sitting so close to him. Victor couldn't imagine that, he wasn't much of an social person.

"Ehm.. No?" said Roman.

"Wait Victor, what happened?" Roman managed to shake off from him two girls and ran to Victor.

"It's just.. (Y/n) is gone. I have no idea where is she. Everything in our apartment was untouched and she left her phone home. Boss, I have no idea where is she now. She could be.." Victor couldn't find the right words. He couldn't say it, becouse you were surely somewhere safe and alright. At least he wanted to believe in that.

"Oh, she is alright. She probably went outside for a walk," Roman took a drink from the table, "Just a moment ladies," he winked at them and Victor rolled his eyes, "Boss, she left home her phone and also her keys."

"Maybe she.." Roman started but Victor, first time in his life interrupted him, "She is in danger."

Roman didn't liked you much and he was not amused by the fact that he has to help Victor with looking for you. It was just pure jealousy, becouse Victor used to spend more time with Roman when you weren't Victor's wife back then.

"So what should I do with that? Maybe she left you, did you though about that?" Roman yelled at Victor.

"I have no idea, maybe call your goons for help with seraching," mumbled Victor. He couldn't believe what did just Roman said.

"She wouldn't leave me," he said and Roman, who was already leaving turned at him with raised eyebrows.

"Well, you never know.." Roman sang quietly and went back to his guests.

Victor just stood there in disbelief. You were his wife. You meant everything for him.

With little hopes that you are still alright.

Meanwhile, somewhere in Gotham City

You woke up in collorful place, tied with fluffy pink handcuffs, sitting on very uncomfrontable iron chair.

"What the Fuck?" you sweared, moving with hands up and down.

Your last memories were at the weird post woman, who brought you the box, which you didn't ordered. At first you thought that maybe Victor ordered something and then... Nothing...

"Okay, but we have to be extra careful with this one," somebody said from behind the door, which lead to the next room.

"Okay.. So 3..2..2 and half.."

"Damn! Harley, just open the freaking doors already," another voice said and doors opened.

Harley Quinn and Birds of prey entered the room.

"No, no Cass, you will stay outside," Harley said and closed the doors, leaving someone behind.

"What is this circus?" you asked 4 ladies, who were standing with all of their confidence before you.

"We wanted to.. Set you free," said Harley and others looked on her in disagreement.

"So, you are going to kill me?" you asked, scared about your life. What if you never see Victor again?

"No! No! I'm sorry, I didn't meaned it like that," Harley facepalmed and made a funny expresion.

"We freed you from that motherfucker," Renee Montoya came to you, checking the handcuffs which were hurting your wrists.

"What? No, I'm alright!" you laughed and looked on girls. Harley was surprised, but kind of confused. Renee looked annoyed, The huntress was not impressed by your answer and Dinah Lance was totally angry.

"Do you have any idea how dangerous is that man. He killed my...Ugh.." Helena kicked off the table in anger, meanwhile Dinah was handling her anger very well.

"Well, I am sorry but I have nothing to do with it. Can I go home?" you asked, looking on Harley, who tried to calm down Helena from broking another stuff from the weird room.

"Why does this room look like a circus? I mean.. It's filled with clowns too..." you smirked, "He will come for me and you know that. He will turn every building and every stone in Gotham untill he doesn't find me."

"Ohh..Wanna bet?" Dinah lifted her eyebrows and you accepted the bet straight away with wide grin, "Yes."

"Please don't insult this pretty place, I build it," Harley laughed and fixed the table, which was laying on ground. You rolled your eyes and tapped with feet.

"Are you nervous?" Dinah asked.

"Oh.. We have here master detective. How could you deduced this thing mrs. Lance?" you smiled and then looked over to Montoya, "No offence, Renee. I have to tell you, you are the most sane of them all."

Renee tightened the handcuffs, which were now literally cutting in your flash.

"Ouch, am I hostage or what?" you asked.

"Well, we thought you need to save, but it turnes out you enjoy being with your terrible husband!" yelled Helena and you smirked, letting out little laugh.

"Yes, I enjoy being with my terrible husband! Do you have some problems with that?" you yelled back.

She made few steps closer to you, ready to hit you, but Dinah stopped her.

"Go out, I want to speak with her in private," Dinah said and on big surprise ladies left, leaving you with her alone. She dragged a chair closer to you.

"What happened to you (Y/n)?" Dinah asked you, slowly touching your cheek. You used to be friends, but then you met Victor.

"I met Victor and you didn't aproved our relationship. I see that it still didn't changed and you are still not aproving our relationship. I bet this operation, this kidnapping was your idea," you would point at her if you weren't handcuffed.

"No (Y/n). But I was right! He changed you! So much!" Dinah pulled away from you.

"You changed also. You left the club.. Betrayed Roman Sionis. Not like I like that guy, but it's Victor's boss, so in some way you betrayed Victor too and who betrays Victor, betrays me," you said, looking in her eyes. She was without words. Dinah just got up from her chair and left with shutting the doors loudly.

Victor exited the club after finding no help there. He found nothing helpfull. Where could you be?

He decided to go back to your apartment to look for clues. He couldn't call police, becouse this was clearly out of their division. They wouldn't help him, they would either arrest or shoot him in place and that wouldn't help you.

When Victor opened doors, he noticed weird note laying on ground. How it's possible that he didn't noticed before?

There was written on a pink paper:

Say bye to your wife (Y/n), she is with us now.

Nobody was signed, but due to pink collor and font, it was obvious who kiddnaped you.

You were waiting in the weird room for Victor. Since Dinah left, your head was flooded with thoughts. Where is Victor? Is he looking for you?

Your heartbeat fastened when somebody opened doors. But it was just Harley Quinn.

"What?" you yelled at her. She sat on couch, with pile of collorfull clothes.

"We kidnapped you, so you would be away from him," she said.

"But I don't want to be away from my husband. I love him!"

Harley examinated your face and continued, "And he? Does Victor truly love you?"

"Of course he does. I wouldn't be his wife otherwise. I would be dead," you smirked and Harley frowned.

"I brought you some clothes, if you really wanted to join us," Harley pointed at big pile.

"So.. You think I change my husband for your super sassy awesome colorful clothes, which I always admired? It's tempting, but I love Victor."

"You know what to do, when you change your mind right?" Harley turned to doors and you got the best idea. Well, hopefully.

"Wait," she turned back to you, "I think.. I.. I'll take that offer," you smiled, trying to cover your lie.

Harley smiled back, but shaked her head, "You are lying," she said and left you alone in room again.

"But I want to join!!!" you screamed, so she could hear you through the doors, "You can't keep me away from him!"

Doors opened again. This time Huntress was standing in them, frowning at you angrily.

"Can I leave?" you asked and she made her way to you, slapping your face painfully.

"Do you know why are you here?" she screamed in your face, pulling your hair to back.

"Becouse I am his wife and I am a threat to you somehow?"

"NO!" Huntress pulled your hair, and you hissed.

"Becouse you are my ticket to him," she smiled and stepped away from you.

"Are we playing here at good cop and bad cop?" you laughed silently, "I am no ticket. I'm the final destination."

"He killed my family," she started, but you interupted her.

"I don't even know you," you said and she gave you another slap.

After that, you saw tears forming in her eyes.

"You are perfect match for him. Now I know why did he married you."

You kept the pokerface, looking somewhere behind her.

"Heartless bitch," she mumbled and left.

This was just a trap. They didn't wanted you in their team, they just wanted to kill Victor. You didn't knew if you should laugh or cry. You missed Victor. And at this point, you didn't wanted to be saved. Becouse if he saved you, they would kill him instantly.

"Hey," somebody was behind you. You nearly screamed, but some hands covered your mouth, "shhh."

"Who are you?" you whispered.

"I'm Cass," she sat on couch. You were surprised, she was just a child, "Who are you?"

"I'm.. (Y/n). Kiddo what are you doing here?" you asked her. As you could see, she was offended be the nickname 'kiddo'.

"I know who you are. You are his wife," Cassandra said and you rolled eyes, "Besides that I'm great hairdresser, but okay."

"How you can be with him?" Cassandra asked you.

"Becouse I love him? What's so weird about it?" you asked her. She stayed quiet.

"Cassandra? Do you know the real reason why am I here?" you asked her.

"Dinah said it's becouse your relationship with him makes you bad and it changed you somehow," she said and you frowned.

"She is just jealous," you rolled eyes, "but that's not the real reason and you know it. They want to kill him and I have to get out before he get's here."

Cassandra was thinking what to do. She wasn't just some child and she hated that Harley and Birds of prey rarely took her in action. She was learning from them, but most of time she was alone becouse they had to deal with 'dangerous evil people'.

But the woman, tied to chair wasn't dangerous nor evil. Her husband was...

But why would they hurt her like this if she was innocent? Cassandra could see the red prints of hand on your cheeks.

"Who did you that?" she asked.

"Crossbow killer."

"She uses the name Huntress."

"I don't care," you mumbled and watched as Cassandra observed the handcuffs on chouch.

"How? How did you?" you looked back on you hands, which were bleeding. Through the pain, you probably didn't felt how she took them away.

"Just get out," Cassandra said and you gave her little smile.

"Thank you."

She smiled back and opened window which was covered with yellow paint.

You climbed through it and jumped down. It was just a first floor in some weirdly looking house and your legs were okay with that. After the jump you decided to run away as fast as you could.

You bumped into some hooded figure, which was running too.

"I'm sorry," you said, and continued to run away. But then you heard a voice of your husband.

"(Y/n)? Are you alright? I was so afraid," Victor spoke and put down his hood.

"Yes, Victor. Just keep this on your head," you pulled the hood back at his head, bit concerned about surroundings. This was not safe territory.

Victor listened and hugged you.

"We have to get out," you said, giving him little kiss.

Victor just nodded and caught your hand. You both run away into safety of your apartment. Victor later installed cameras and alarms on doors and gave you few weapons.

Harley's House

"So? Who did it?" Renee asked.

"I think we all know it," Huntress said, looking on Dinah.

"I would never," Dinah said, looking on Harley.

"Girls, can we stop blaming eachothers?" Harley said to broke the wheel of blame.

"But we need to know who did it. So who is the traitor?" Renee asked, that was when Cassandra walked into room.

"Cass, we are talking about serious things right now," said Huntress.

"I did it," Cassandra said, and everyone was looking at her in disbelief.

"But why would you?" Dinah asked.

"Becouse it was wrong. You lied to her, you were her friend!" Cassandra pointed at Dinah, "And you, you were beating her," she yelled at Huntress.

"Cass, I think you see it from wrong point of view," Harley said and hugged her.

"No Harley. I know that these things what we do are epic as fuck, but.. This was wrong. We can't do this to good people which are in love with wrong people," Cassandra said and pulled away from Harley.

"Cass.. I.." Harley started, but she was cut off by Dinah, "She is right. We can't judge good people just becouse they love wrong person."

"But Zsasz is.. He is a monster! You were saying he changed her," Huntress said.

"Is she a monster tho?" asked Cass.

"No.. It didn't changed her that much," Dinah said and thought about the times when you took her into shopping centre and bought her some clothes, when you went in cinema to watch movies. She missed you a lot, but you were with Victor and things changed. You didn't changed. Only things changed.

"You know who would suffer the most if your plan actually worked?" Cass asked Huntress.

"(Y/n), becouse Zsasz would be dead," Renee said, looking at the empty table.

"She seemed like a nice person to me and believe me, I have eyes for that," Harley smiled, but then her smile dissapeared.

"She would suffer the most, becouse she would be the reason of his death. Becouse she loves him," said Cass and left the room.

Harley and Birds of prey had to think about new ways of getting Victor and Roman away from the Gotham City. Plus there were many other villains in this city that were in standing in their way.

Your apartment

"Babe, I just wish I was faster," Victor said and kissed you forhead. You were both sitting in front of Tv, watching horror movies, cuddling under the blankets.

"No, It was a trap. I'm glad I was faster then you," you smiled, but deep inside, you were scared that they will look for you and Victor again.

"Wow, so you got kidnapped and saved my life in one day," Victor smiled, "Mrs. Zsasz, you are my hero," he gave you kisses on neck, and finished it with a slight bite.

"Ouch, Victor," you laughed and threw a pillow at him.

He laughed too and pulled you closer, "What are you going to do with that pillows?"

"I'll use them as a barricade to block your bites," you laughed and threw the pillow away.

"Awww... You are so cute," he said, pulling you closer to him, giving you bowl with popcorn.

"No, you are cute," you said to him and laid on his shoulder. This day was awfull, but everything bad was forgotten, ugly memories of being kidnapped were replaced by happy ones with your husband Victor.

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licenselesswriter · 3 years

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Inspiration and Reading Asks:

1. How long ago did you start reading fanfiction? Writing fanfiction? Started reading when I was 12, started writing it, when I was 14, so reading, 19 years ago, and writing 17 years ago.

2. How do you spend your time when it comes to fanfiction? Are you primarily a fic reader, writer, or a perfect 50/50 split of both? I’m a 33.3% reader, 33.3% WIP machine, a 33.4% writer, and 100% mess, I usually spend my time doing an absurd amount of WIP that comes out of thin air, like, I can be eating an apple, boom, Bori WIP, a cup of coffee? Boom, Roro WIP, breathing? Boom, Lucaya WIP (that last one happens the most)

3. Are there any fics that inspired you to write what you do? It’s called Unfaithful (EN), it’s on fanfiction.net, and honestly, it’s so well written, that I had nausea 3 times while reading it, the pain was so palpable that I felt ill from it.

4. Link your three favorite fics right now. Right now, and in order 1 - Unfaithful (EN) 2 - Twenty Nights 3 - Perfect

6. How do you find a new fic to read? Where do you primarily read fanfiction? Fanfiction or AO3, and have an excel doc with my favorite ships, then I go to the random number generator, putting 1 as the minimum and maximum the number of the last ship I added to the list, then hit random, and read about that ship, keep things fresh.

7. Do you prefer to read short fics or long fics? Both.

8. How often do you reblog/comment on fics that you like? When they are on Tumblr, a few times.

9. Tag 3 fic writers you think are underrated/unknown in the fandom/fanfiction community. I’m sorry, but I don’t know if they have Tumblr, so, amirmitchell, snowdrifts, and Onde Tu Esteves

10. What’s your favorite fandom, pairing, or character to read fic for? Fandom: Game of Thrones, love all those modern universe AU I have to say. Pairing: Lucaya (Not a surprise) Character: Lucas Friar, Portgas D. Ace, Roronoa Zoro, or Prince Zuko.

Fanfiction Writing Asks:

11. How do you come up with your fic titles? Coffee, food, and usually, Spotify, all that, sometimes, make my brain work into having titles about the things I want to write.

13. Do you outline your fics? How much of a headache would someone get if they just looked at an outline of yours without reading the fic? I do outlines, in 5 stages, so a pretty big one. 1 - I write in my notebook, what I want to write, like a general idea. 2 - Post it on my walls and door, to give the story some structure. 3 - Notebook outline the arch of the story. 4 - Outline every chapter on word. 5 - Reduce that chapter into mini arches to write faster.

14. Do you have a personal word minimum that you hold yourself too? Why or why not? I do (now), I usually don’t post anything that is less than 2900 words, Why? because we must not forget that writers not only write for people in the fandom, they mainly write for themselves, and I love to read something among that word count because that’s long enough to keep me on the hook.

16. Do you research for your fics? If so, how deep of a rabbit hole have you gone down by accident when researching? I do research for my fics, how deep? I can give indications for divorce paperwork in the state of New York, even if you want or not to go scorch the earth with the “fault” rule, I can give an appropriate value to an apartment or a house in New York, Texas, Nashville, and San Francisco, and I can do taxes on those states too, and I know more about how high school classes work in the US than in my country, even when I went to those classes, and I’m from Santiago, Chile, you know, in South America, like, the last country of South America

17. How obsessively do you sit and stare at your fic after you’ve just posted and wait for feedback? I don’t, once I finish writing something, I run away, and watch anime for a few hours, or work (Yeah, sometimes I write on my lunch hour)

18. Do you have a WIP that you keep telling yourself you’ll eventually get back to, but deep down you know that’s probably a lie? I do apologize to “The Games we Play” I have no idea how I outlined your 26 chapters, but I’m still on chapter 2, and I’m sorry.

19. Do you edit your fics after you write them, or do you prefer to just hit post and run (because it’s someone else’s problem now)? Sometimes I do because sometimes, I write things wrong.

20. What’s your favorite part about the fanfiction writing process? That happiness I get when I’m in the Zone, and I write something that makes me say “Fuck, that was good”

21. What’s your least favorite part about the fanfiction writing process? I call it “The Deep White”, also known as writer’s block.

23. What’s your absolute favorite trope to write? I don’t write it anymore, because I was banned from a forum for writing it, but I love to write a bad ending, like “Killing the main character that I make you love for 30 chapters in the end” ending. I’m evil, I know, sue me.

24. What’s a trope that you’d like to never hear about as long as you live, let alone write? The “Good girl trying to change the bad boy,” I hate, apologies, I DESPISE that trope, it’s not cool, first, to be with someone abusive, and second, to try to change someone because you think you’re so almighty that you will change him (or her) because of love, bs, I SAID BS.

25. Do you listen to music as you write? If possible, link your writing playlist. I do, and of course, it’s named “Writing Shiet” because my brain can only process decent titles for fics (Says the guy who once named a fic “No Title”) Here’s the link

26. What’s your biggest distraction when writing? Anime and Manga.

27. Do you like to give your readers some warning of what might be coming or just slap them in the face with content at random? I don’t usually do it, but when I do it, I do it cryptic, like “You might be surprised, but this, I called in the beginning.”

28. How do you deal with writing pressure (ie: pressure to update, negative comments, deadlines, etc)? I ignore it, If I can ignore good advice, ignore something that gives me more stress it’s an easy cake.

29. Have you ever written for an exchange or event of some kind? Which one(s)? Did you enjoy it? I did but didn’t submit, I wrote for 2019 fictoberfest on Tumblr, but never send a shit, I did enjoy it tho

30. Post a snippet from your current WIP without context - no more than 300 words. "Well, we're still not in Texas," he says, implying something not PG-13 at all. "My God, in what did I turn you?" Maya teases him before getting up and grab his hand, pulling him up. Lucas grins at her, "On," he replies, making Maya flirty hit his chest

31. Of the characters you write for, which is your favorite? Has that choice been swayed at all by your followers/readers’ reactions to certain ones? I love writing Lucas and Maya, and honestly don’t know if it helps me or not LOL.

32. Copy and paste your top three favorite lines/jokes/sentences you’ve ever written. What fics do they come from? 1 - From November to June CH3 A few hours later, Maya heard a knock on her door. She takes a peek through the magic eye on her door and saw Lucas. She grabs her phone and fastly texts him. She was able to hear the 'ding' of his phone, and spying through the magic eye she saw his reaction. "Ok, first of all, I'm not that, second, my mother is not that, and third, I'm not gonna put that there, that's fucking gross, and probably deadly if you consider the size of my hands." he defends himself. 2 - Ten Duel Commandments CH2 Maya smiles at him, "Since you're all Texan cowboy goody-good boy, I imagine you would relate more with the honorable Lord Stark," she teases him. "Says the woman who read three books in a row and texts me at four in the morning," he replies before pulling out his phone, "R+L=J," he teases her, reading her text. "That's private, asshole," Maya recriminates him. 3 - The One Who Stayed CH18 "Then, I have less... GET OFF ME FUCKER!" Maya screamed, punching the person who grabbed her arm, "Holy shit, Lucas." she says, looking at the person she just hit. "Noted, never approach to you by surprise." Lucas says on the floor, "Well, this makes me feel more confident about you being here alone." he says before start laughing.

33. What do you like writing better: one-shots or multi-chapter stuff? Multi-chapter, unless, it’s wedding fics because I love weddings.

34. How much of yourself and your life experiences do you put into your writing? What do you think your readers’ image of you is? None.

35. How much has writing fic changed your life? Not much, but has made me happier.

36. Are there any fics or fandoms you’re embarrassed to have written or been part of? The Glee Project Fandom.

37. Give an update on your current WIP - if you don’t have one, give a sneak peek to a title or idea that you have and would like to write. "Shawn called him, and he assures him that if you try something inappropriate, he has a shotgun," she adds, making Lucas's face go pale. "Well, guess like father, like son," he comments, making Maya show unexpected interest in his words.

38. What does your writing process look like? How chaotic is it on a scale of 1 (very tame) to 10 (you can’t handle this kind of chaos)? As I explained in the outline question, pretty tame if we count that I have my outline process numbered LOL.

39. What’s something about your writing that you pride yourself on? That I try to make it real, I try to make people feel something when they read.

41. What’s your most popular fic (with the most notes on Tumblr, most hits/kudos on ao3)? Tumblr? The One Who Stayed Fanfiction.net? Ten Duel Commandments

44. Rant about something writing-related. Please, let’s stop glorifying the “Bad Boy” character, he’s an asshole, allow me to explain, Bakugo, fucking asshole, he’s just a bully with an oversized ego, no, he’s not a tsundere, no, it’s not cute, that shit is abusive, and it really makes me want to punch people in their nose when the romanticize that bullshit.

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(Told ya I was bored)

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Irritated 3

Bakugou and Izuku stand in line for quick ramen while you stand at a different vendor for a sub. You're salivating as you think of what you want on your eight inch.

A ping rings out from Izuku's pocket, he fishes for his phone almost dropping it with burning cheeks as Bakugou rolls his eyes beside him. The ash blonde watches the deep emerald man's face contort.

"We don't have time to eat!" Izuku exclaims.

"What?" A snarl from beside him.

"'You and Bakugou have an interview at 230 with the rest of class 1A in building A. Please keep Y/N in the same vicinity as you. Sorry for the last minute add on.'" He reads aloud, watching Bakugou's face sour.

"Wow that dick." Bakugou hisses as he looks over the food court before spotting you, "I guess I'll grab Y/N. Are we even in the right fucking building?"

"I'll look it up n..now!" Izuku unfolds the map of the convention center looking for where the q & as are normally held in building A as Bakugou stomps after you.

You're literally next in line, already got in your head what you're going to get before a strong hand pulls at the crook of your arm. Your blood runs cold while your heart accelerates, you hadn't seen the green eyes cuck follow you into the food court. He got a phone call and headed back in the direction of where you first saw him.

"Don't fucking tou..." You turn with furious eyes faintly glowing to your assailant only to hesitate when met with burning and fastly narrowing blood red eyes. He tugs you harder, vice grip on your arm threatening to bruise ruining any positive points he earned today. He drags you all the way to a panicking Izuku before you yank free of his deadly fingers.

"What the fuck I was literally next?!" Hunger further fueling your anger as you stare down Bakugou. He faces away to avoid an argument, angry himself to miss food.

Angry, though he will never admit it, that you had such a negative reaction to his touch.

Izuku fills you in as you're dragged to the giant conference room. The three of you flashing your passes to security to allow y'all to enter. They open the doors and tell you to sit in the reserved seats in the front of the stage at least five minutes before the event begins.

"This is bullshit you know?" You growl, doing what you do best taking it out on Bakugou.

"Yea becuase this was my fucking idea in the first place." He snaps back to you, crossing chiseled arms.

"Guys. Please. You were doing so well." Izuku tries just to be met with harsh glares.

"Bakugou Katsuki?!" A deep male voice rings out just barely over an excited womans voice shouting.

"Deku-kun!!"

Two figures approach quickly, Bakugou stiffens before slightly relaxing as none other than Red Riot walks striaght for him. While a chestnut haired woman comes for a blushing Izuku.

A cat smile creeps on your face as you figure this is the girl Deku was talking about. She hugs him in time with Red Riot hugging an angrier by the second Bakugou.

"Oi shitty hair let go of me damn it!" He snarls, cheeks slightly flushed before he is released. Ruby red eyes fall onto you before they shine with delight.

"Ah THE Tejina? I'm Kirishima!" He offers you a wide toothed grin before nudging Bakugou, "Is she your girlfriend?"

"HELL NO!" Both of you answer in unison as a beautiful bubblegum pink skinned woman approaches. She holds onto Kirishima's arm, looking too amused for your liking.

"I don't know they *do* kinda sound like they're dating." She laughs as red eyes narrow on her form. She extends her right hand to you.

"I'm Mina. Tejina, I just *love*your Instagram!! You HAVE to take me to that cafe you post the catppuccinos from!!!"

"Please call me Y/N." You smile, already loving the vibe of two very respectable heroes, "They make frogs shaped ones in spring!"

"Oh they do? Asui would love to see that!" She exclaims. The cracking sound of the PA system silences your reply as a voice rings out overhead.

*"Q&A with the famous class 1A in year 20XX will be commencing in t minus five minutes."*

"Well that's my cue!" You say as you begin to make your way to your seat.

"Join us for dinner!" Mina calls out and you give her a thumbs up before sitting in a section by yourself. For once you're thankful that you are not sitting in a seat at one of the many long tables on the stage and that you're a part of the crowd. You glace over your shoulder to sweep the room as you would normally do but you pay even closer attention, waiting for your eyes to catch dark grass green ones. You sigh with relief when you do not see them and settle into your chair as the lights dim a little.

"Welcome fans to the exclusive event of a rare Q and A panel for the famous class 1AAAAAAAA" The host announces as he brings his hand to point to left stage. The twenty alumni walk out as screams erupt behind you. Loud enough you'd think your ear drums burst.

"DEKU HAVE MY BABIES!!"

"RED RIOT GIVE ME YOUR RED ROCKET!"

"PINKY SPIT ON ME!!!!"

You roll your eyes over the typical fan thirst solidifying your original thinking about fans. That they place their idols on a pedestal forgetting that they too are people. Living and breathing just as them but with the pressure of responsibility being ten fold.

"Now we have gotten a majority of your questions from Twit handle @askconanything but we have made time for a special few to get a change to ask their burning questions." The host smiles at the crowd and their clapping echoes through the building as if it were thunder.

The questions are typical and directed to the team as a whole. Some ask for the dirty details of certain missions or even as simple of how do you take your coffee.

Some how they all answer, none of their responses surprising you.

Sato takes his with lots of sugar, even saying the old joke of "I like a little coffee with my sugar."

Todoroki likes his iced and black, Momo does not drink coffee instead an earl grey tea with light cream. Mina prefers a hot chocolate but would settle for a cuppocinno with an animal made from the froth. Denki likes anything as long as it has three expresso shots. Kirishima loves flavored creamers, a glutton for the seasonal creamer that comes out in the grocery store.

You roll your eyes as he blatantly hints that he's a pumpkin spice whore.

Izuku's you already know because it once surprised you as it does the whole crowd now.

As if his coffee order determined some personality trait we all missed.

"Oh I like my coffee black." He smiles and the crowd gasps while one fan screams I told you so!!

"And you Bakugou?" The host prompts looking at the last hero on the panel. He sighs angrily before answering.

"Iced, winter summer dont give a shit iced. Heavy heavy cream. Sugar and a pump of vanilla." He snarls crossing his arms as the host was surprised to even get a response from him.

Bakugou's was the only one you never would have guessed. You thought it would be black like Izuku's not the exact same way you took your coffee. Especially not after the time you brought coffee to one of the first meetings with Director Yami, Izuku, yourself and Katsuki. You bought two of your order just to spite Bakugou. Thinking he would be too prideful over ice in his coffee. Little did you know he had a mean petty bone in himself too.

But for it to be his preference? That couldn't be right. Had you ever seen him with an iced coffee before?

You snort as you question if you've ever even paid Bakugou more than a glance before this weekend started.

A few fans ask interesting questions about being students and what the dorms were like.

What their agencies look like and one even begs for a personal story about training with Bakugou was like that Kirishima happily answers while small pops catch your eye.

Oddly enough you're enjoying this Q&A, the vibes and banter that this class had with each other was astounding.

It made your heartache for more and for great friends of your own.

"Okay now the question I know you've all been waiting for!!" The host cannot even finish his question before the crowd erupts again. Some how knowing where he is going while you struggle to guess, "Relationship status!!!"

He seemingly picks members at random, staring with Minta. Who has oddly grown to normal height and even looks like an average person but his eyes still sparkle with that perverted gleam.

"Single." Is said by 16 of the class of twenty.

"Taken." Todoroki says simply, holding up the hand of Momo who sports a larger than life diamond. Mixed emotions are expressed by the crowd briefly before the host turns his quisitive gaze upon Izuku.

He is blushing furiously, fighting to keep his eyes from wandering to a certain brown eyed girl that proclaimed her status as S I N G L E.

"Si..Single." His first stutter of the whole hour and forty five minute event. Women scream as if they've won the lotto.

"Bakugou? Is their anyone special in your life?"

He narrows crimsom into slits before baring his teeth.

"What kinda dumbass questions are these?" It comes out dark but you hear the whimper of some of the women behind you.

"Your fans are dying to know! There isnt a single person for our lone wolf Ground Zero? No one that makes your heart race? Your palms hot? And not with explosions." The host graciously recovers and you see a faint flush creeping on his cheeks. You watch as he clenches his fist, biting the inside of his lip to keep from exploding. He holds a death glare with the host before sucking his teeth, a smile is painted on his lips. A smile that turns deadly cocky.

"The only love I have is for being number one."

Girls swoon in their chairs as some scream.

"I'LL BE YOUR NUMBER ONE KATSUKI!!"

Something about it makes your stomach clench but honestly are you surprised?

The man would rather have one night stands and only commit to work than to have to commit to another human being. You roll your eyes as the host smiles while agreeing before turning his gaze to bubblegum pink skin.

"Well I did just get this." She says slyly holding up her left hand, showing off a gleaming diamond. The crowd chants 'Who who' like a parliament of owls in the dead of night though you silently chant along with them having last heard of her being single.

"Well he's cute for starters." Mina cooes and you do not miss the blush that rises on the ruby eyed man next to her. Excitement suddenly bubbles in your blood as you wait on the edge of your seat for her to say what you're thinking.

Golden moons suspended in the black of night slide over to her shining gem. The silence of the room is unbearable as more that 150 people wait on baited breath.

"Kirishima yall!" She finally gushes and everyone is over joyous. Documenting it all before the media even had a chance, "I kept it in the dark for so long because I wanted my fans to know first."

And that had you feeling some type of way. Truly struck you as you thought of what that must be like. To be so close to your fans to want to announce to them first. As if they were friends, family. Guilt plagues you for a moment before you make a promise to yourself.

To be a little more open like Mina.

The class picks dinner at a restaurant with outdoor seating, its packed from both business and following flocks of fans keeping you just slightly on edge. You all wait while they gather a table together on the patio beneath the string lights and the slowly setting summer sun. For a moment you're left in the back, feeling like a stranger looking in through the picture window of a dining room.

As if watching the large family sitting around the table eating, laughing, all enjoying one another's company as they feast on the holiday dinner while snow piles high on your shoulders.

You feel the chill and weight now, fighting back to urge to reach out to the nearest bicep, to cling to the strong arm until you can swallow your self pity.

Along with friends you never really had family either. You ate in an empty apartment on every birthday, holiday and any day in between.

As the group is guided to be seated you put on your best mask, the one you wear when you tell people they will be okay when you know full well that their life has been altered forever. That even though the initial danger is over they will have to carry the weight of their trauma for years to come. No one ever mentioned that you too would carry their trauma with you, little pieces tucked neatly away in your pockets and purse.

No one notices your facade as you joke with them, as you feign a laugh.

No one but red eyes.

You sit between Kirishima and Bakugou. Across from Mina and Izuku, who's wide jade eyes are focused to the woman on his right with chocolate brown hair.

Eventually your smile becomes genuine as does your laugh. As if someone saw your withered frame illuminated in the dark night by the warm glow of their dining room staring in.

And instead of scaring you away they invited you in. Moved chairs around to accommodate you, even made you a warm plate.

That's what it feels like anyway when you laugh at Kirishima's joke at Bakugou's expense.

"How the fuck was I supposed to know she wasn't going to like spicy?!" Katsuki growls after Kirishima finishes a story about an ex girlfriend of Bakugou's who hadn't been in the picture long. Bakugou glares before gathering noodles with his chopsticks. Slurping on the very same spicy ramen from the story.

Kirishima leans in close, ruby eyes glittering with mischief as he whispers in your ear.

"I dare you to take a bite of his Narutomaki and offer him the rest. It's his favorite part."

"Give me 20 bucks and I'll do it." Your eyes mirror his with endless trouble twinkling in the low light. He glances between the ramen and you before a wide toothed smile pulls at his lips.

"Deal." A breath of a whisper. You snatch your chopsticks up and dip into his bowl, grabbing onto the small red and white swirl with ease before taking a bite of. The table is silent as they watch you do the forbidden. One should never steal food from Bakugou, especially not his fish cake.

But you do and then you have the audacity to offer it back gently, sticks poised in a way that the other half is facing him and easy to grab with his mouth should he wish.

He glares at it while the whole table waits with held breath. Izuku watches, ready to pounce with a Kaachan to avert his attention from your ever growing cocky form.

Instead of explosions or a flip of the long table, teeth gingerly take the other half of the fish cake.

You blush furiously as he holds eye contact with you, lips still over chopstick. It was as if the world fell to a black backdrop as he stared up at you.

"Are you sure she's not your girlfriend?" Denki finally asks breaking whatever spell was on the two of you. Bakugou quickly bites down harshly, snapping the chopsticks in his mouth like a heathen. He spits the two tips perfectly into the electric man's food before baring his teeth.

"I'm fucking sure." His tone is deadly before he continues to eat his ramen, "OI the fuck are yall looking at?! Finish your dinner."

Everyone returns to eating but you as you seem to almost be frozen in place. Replaying what just happened. How could someone so...so...so God damn harsh be so gentle. Or even look up at you with a gaze that was heated with something other than malice or hate for you.

You're brought back to reality when Kirishima offers you another set of plastic chopsticks.

"Yea I think you might owe me forty now." You joke and his laugh rings out over the patio.

"Desert anyone?" The waiter asks from behind you. You turn with glee, ready to announce that you will have the death by chocolate cake, that is until you are met with forest green eyes that are trained solely on you. No notepad in sight as the rest of the former class belts out what their sweet tooth is craving.

Your mouth goes dry and you fight to keep the blood from draining in your cheeks. You look over his face noting the odd, slightly hysterical smile he wears as you force yourself to control your face. Bringing your features into that of boredom, if he knew you recognized him that would only solidify the validity of his stalking.

Truly giving his actions purpose as to how he got here and how the hell he got a uniform for the restaurant.

"I'll take my check please." Your voice comes out apathetic as you turn away from him but before you do you notice the hurt that flashes in his eyes.

"Coming right up miss." His voice comes out smooth, normal but you hear the difference. The odd undertone that comes with an unstable mind that believes they are entitled to what they want.

It is a voice you will not be able to get out of your head soon enough.

You cannot stop your hand as it flies under the table to grip onto Bakugou's thigh with sharp nails biting through the fabric of his pants. He parts his lips to yell but his threat for you to be patient dies in his throat when he feels just how tightly you're holding onto him.

Hard enough to shake from the strain of holding back. Your petite hand glowing faintly. He looks over his shoulder then but cannot see anything out of the ordinary before his eyes shift back to your hand.

He does not let his eyes linger long knowing that anything over a second would give you away. Even as you laugh with Mina, your hand stays glued to his thigh.

You fight the urge to cling to Bakugou or Izuku as the three of you walk down the darkened streets. You're exhausted, angry and more than ready to take a scalding hot shower before going to bed. Once you three walk through the lobby doors you sprint up the stairs, too impatient for the elevator as you stare at room number 404 you remember that your key lies inside, forgotten on the coffee table.

No matter, you've picked plenty of locks or had the door seemingly open from within with your power many times before. You flick your wrist and the door opens of it's own accord before you slam it shut rushing into the bathroom to peel off your second skin.

You hear grumbling from the hall and your ears just barely pick up Bakugou's words.

"I still have her damn card."

"Just hold onto it Kaachan, she's had a long day.

Their doors slam in unison and the sound still causes you to jump although you knew the sound was coming. You take a few collected breaths as the soothing steam fills your lungs as it does the small bathroom.

The vapor dances in the light as you attempt to towel dry your hair and mostly fail.

You give up half way through, abandoning the towel as you exit the bathroom to the small bedroom. You see a shadowy figure sitting in the chair by the bedside and flick your wrist flinging it into the ceiling for it to come crashing back down before you flick on the lights.

You laugh bitterly to yourself when you see the lewd shirtless Bakugou staring up at you, having somehow forgot your ridiculous purchase and good time.

A heavy exhale leaves you as you dig in your bag, finding the bralette and cheeky black underwear you planned to wear for bed. Sliding them over your thick frame with ease, flopping on the bed with the Bakugou pillow. Looking at his flushed cheeks give you a laugh, bringing you back to leaning against his muscular frame to reach your wallet.

The way he looked up at you beneath long lashes, how his eyes held new life. No longer were you under his scorching gaze, it had softened. Become warm.

Your own cheeks burn as you slam the pillow down.

"So Kaachan the fish cake is your fav huh?" You ask softly to yourself as you force memories of him yelling at you during missions to the forefront of your mind.

It works for the time being, you punch the pillow in its "gut" before turning on your side trying hard for sleep.

Just as you begin to loose where your dream starts and your conciousness ends you hear talking in the hall.

God you hated hotels as you're woken by the commotion. They are drunk from the likes of it, screaming of how great of a time they had as they make their way down the hall. You turn facing the door with a growl, squeezing your eyes shut.

You hear footsteps again but this time they do not bypass your door and they seem to stand before it. You prop yourself up on your elbow as you hear the door jiggle.

"Are you sure this is her room?"

Your heart begins pounding in your chest, you know that voice.

You were determined to commit it to memory despite only hearing a sentence from its owner

"Yes I'm sure."

"Give me a key." The voice comes out dark and your throat dries as you silently shift from the bed onto the carpet with bare feet.

"I cant. I shouldnt have even brought you this far cuzzo."

"Useless." He snarls as he activates his quirk, a flesh colored liquid pools beneath the door, struggling to get in through the cracks.

You back up until your hands are pressed against smooth glass. You gently ease the door open before sliding it shut behind you. You stand on the balcony looking left and then right before wondering which room is fucking which.

Was Deku to the right? The left? You weren't sure as time ticked by too quickly. His quirk must not have worked so you watched the door handle jiggle again causing your skin to crawl as you scramble to the balcony to your left.

You hoped and prayed two things.

One that whomever was trying break into your room would leave once he was unsuccessful.

And two that you were not on the balcony of a certain hot head as you eased yourself into the flimsy plastic chair.

You couldn't stand the thought of showing him any more vulnerability this comic con. You hug your knees as the voices and bangs from the hall are drowned out by the loud traffic below.

Wishing for this nightmare to end.

Oh but my sweet child it had just begun.

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80s-roger · 5 years

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EX ~ Roger Taylor {part 7: last}

I am sorry for not posting the last chapter for days but I got accepted at the university out of my city and I was absent, looking for apartments. Now here’s the last chapter of the Ex series. A new idea will come really soon! We’ll all need holy water after that hehe!

content: soft core smut, cocky behaviour, fluff

word count: 2.5k

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ON WITH THE STORY!

Roger decided to spend the entire day with you. He didn't leave you. You received so many phone calls that day, it exhausted you. You picked up none of them. He tried his very best to cheer you up but it was inevitable. He didn't let you open either the radio or the tv. Nothing. All you did was playing scrabble, cooking together and read poems to each other. Brian and John came by, by night. You were sleeping at your bed when he came to your home. Roger opened the door for him.

"How's she?" Brian asked.

"She's in a very bad mood. She tried to hide it the entire day but I could read her face." Roger moved his head disappointed.

"Did you let her cry at least?" He ironically said and Roger looked at him in wonder. "I mean Roger, it's impossible for her not to cry or hide her emotions. She's exposed out there, how do you think she'd react?" Brian took your place and the three of them sat at the couch.

"All I am just saying is that it will be over soon. What does the press say?" He asked curiously.

"You know... Bad stuff..." John took the lead between him and Brian.

"Can you be more clear please?" Roger asked.

"There wasn't any shot from the tape, thank God! There are just public pictures of her saying she's cheating on you with an unknown guy after sex tape was leaked." John explained, moving his eyes fastly.

"Just that?" He asked again raising his palms.

"Well, there were articles saying how hot the tape was, she took the lead and saying naughty words at the camera. Which means, they saw it, didn't they?" He asked trying not to believe what he just said. Brian looked at him compassionately.

"Listen Rog, we're sorry for all this thing, but tomorrow's the conference and you have to make it clear. Don't let them destroy both of you." Brian intervened. "They know what kind of a person you're in public, they wouldn't get offended as they'd be with John or me if you told them straight in their face to fuck themselves. You got me?" He asked Roger.

"Yeah I got you... But it must be really over. Her employer sent her a redundancy pay and a note saying she's fired a couple of hours ago." Roger whispered.

"Doesn't she know she's fired?" John asked.

"She believes it'll happen sooner than expected. So she doesn't really freak out about it." Roger said and poured out another cigarette.

"Hey I didn't know we were expecting any visitors." You said coming outside of your bedroom. You woke up from a long-ass sleep.

"Hey baby, they came here to check on us..." Roger stood up, coming close to you and checking on you.

"Hello Y/N!" They both said.

"Hi Brian, hi John..." You said back and they smiled at you."Roger what will you d-" you interrupted yourself when your gaze ran towards the white folder. "What is that?" You asked curiously.

"It's um... your boss... He fired you..." he silently said.

"Oh..." That was the only thing you could say. "It was about time to happen..." You bit your lip.

"How do you feel?" He asked wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

"Like shit..." You said and Brian with John tried not to giggle. Roger looked at them with his death stare.

"Maybe we should let you both rest. Rog, be there tomorrow." Brian told Roger.

"Yeah, goodnight..." He followed them over the door and locked it when they finally left. "So it's just us." He looked at you.

"Yeah, so?" You asked confused. You obviously didn't feel uncomfortable with him.

"I want you to come with me tomorrow morning. Please." He came closer to you, staring into your eyes.

"No fucking way, Roger. I'm ashamed. I can't." You shook your head in denial.

"Please y/n! Look what am I doing for you! I'm involving myself into this mess to make you feel less ashamed! You know I'm doing it for you! Because I love you!" His sudden meltdown made you shiver. He looked desperate and stressed. You immediately pressed your lips against his, making him feel calm.

"Fine, I'll be out there with you. Just put me at the place you and the boys will be before and after the conference." You said and his expression was dead serious.

"Deal." He nodded. "How about go inside? We'll have to wake up at six... Mhm?" he gently said, rubbing your back.

"Fine." You just said and you both went inside your bedroom.

You laid in your bed again, watching your blonde man taking off his clothes, staying only on his underpants. It was such a pleasing moment, you couldn't take your eyes off him.

"What?" He smiled at you while your eyes were on his body.

"I love watching you taking off your clothes." You smiled back. Your stress was suddenly away.

"Do you know what I love besides you?" He asked, coming on the bed, lying between your legs. You moved your head, wondering. "I love watching you cum on my mouth." His palm moved on your panties and you instantly got wet. His dirty words, made you want him to eat you out.

"Eat me out, Roger. I need it." You begged, closing your eyes.

"Be my guest baby..." He softly said, taking your panties off with slow moves. You exposed your entire private area in front of him. "Mmm, baby you're so wet for me." He said giving you a soft kiss at your labia. You moaned. He was giving you small kisses until he let his tongue out so he'd finally lick you.

"Fuck Roger, I need your fingers..." You moaned and grabbed his blonde hair with your hand moving him as close as he could get.

His mouth sucked your clit slowly, while his finger inserted your vagina with slow moves. "You need more fingers, don't you love?" He asked teasing you when he locked eyes with you.

"Hell, yes..." You moaned in pleasure.

He had two fingers inside you, while his mouth, took good care of your erected clit. "Is this how you want it? You want to cum on my mouth?" He asked, caressing your thighs.

"Yes please baby..." You begged.

He had three fingers inside you, moving in and out with gentle moves while your liquids exited your inside area. With his smooth tongue, he licked them, cleaning you from the mess coming out. "Babe, you taste so good oh my god..." He moaned while rubbing your clit and fucking you with his fingers.

"Shit baby I'm gonna cum!" You moaned until your legs were shaking and you let out small breaths.

"That's my tasty good girl..." He said licking his fingers and took again your panties, placing it between your legs.

He laid next to you, covering both of you with the sheets. He kissed your lips and entered his tongue inside your mouth, getting an idea of what you taste like.

"I fucking love you Roger." You said at his face, with your hands wrapped on his cheeks.

"I fucking love you too. Tomorrow's gonna be another different day. You'll be with me." He kissed you again. "Let's sleep now, okay?" He asked and you nodded. There was no spooning tonight, just him, hugging you with his arm around you.

the next day: press conference

You were in the car with Roger. The car driver was taking you to the place where the conference would be held. You were nervous, playing with your fingers. Roger noticed your actions and grabbed them inside his palms.

"It's going to be fine. Leave it to me. You know I'm trolling them at all the interviews." He looked at you.

The car pulled over, which means you arrived. There were four different cars, one in front of the other in which each member of queen was inside. So many divas. The car driver opened the door for Roger and you, after Freddie and John with his wife got out and were walking through the main door. Your heart was beating really fast. Roger held your hand and got out first. He checked on you before starting walking, Brian was walking with you both. The paps were taking snaps of you and Roger.

"Tell us about the sex tape!" They were shouting.

"How can you still be with Roger? Didn't you cheat on him?" A pap asked in front of Roger and your boyfriend was starting to lose temper. He'd throw anything he'd find right there at his face. You strongly grabbed his hand as a gesture to not say anything.

You finally walked inside the lobby. There was a woman at her mid-thirties who welcomed us but especially the boys.

"There's the room we can host you before the press conference begins." she pointed us a hallway. "Follow me." She smiled and we all followed her.

There was an average room, with all our goodies inside to spend our time while the boys were getting interviews. We did have a telly, with CAM1 showing the front row, in which you could clearly see and hear the band.

"The conference starts in five minutes, the journalists are waiting for you." She said and left us alone.

"Darling, they're definitely not journalists. These paps get paid to ask private questions." Freddie ironically said to her. She ignored his comment and left.

John was talking with his wife, Veronica while Brian and Freddie were having a philosophical discussion about the world. Roger sat on the couch next to you, hugging you.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

"Just nervous. You heard before." You touched his hand.

"Didn't I? What an ass..." He groaned. "Just let me handle the occasion, okay?" He asked.

"Okay, handle it cool." You eased him because he's not a calm man and everyone knows it.

Six minutes passed and the woman called them outside the studio. The paps started taking shots of the members while they were walking through the counter.

Brian was all smiles and good mood, Freddie had the diva attitude, John his family-friendly attitude and Roger his beware bites attitude.

The questions started already, Roger and Freddie were smoking but Roger was the most silent one for the first time. His black sunglasses covered the anger he was hiding behind them. Fortunately, there were about seven questions about their upcoming album and their tour, until the press approached Roger for the tea to be spilt. But they were playing with the wrong person.

"Roger could you please tell us about your girlfriend's sex tape?" a pap asked. Brian looked at his bandmate.

"What do you want to know about it?" he asked.

"When was it filmed?" He asked while the flash couldn't stop giving sudden lights to the room. You were really nervous when the question was on the table.

"Why? To make your calculations if she's cheating on me?" He eagerly said.

"If you don't feel alright with it, we got your back," John whispered to him.

"Darling, he got this," Freddie said to John's ear.

"Is she cheating on you?" He asked curiously.

"No, she's not. Is that what you wanted to ask?" Roger aggressively said.

"Then who was the man behind the camera? And who sent it to the press?" Another pap asked and Roger's temper tried to stay still.

"It was me." He moved his shoulders unbothered and the crowd made a wooo sound showing shocked.

"How can it be you? You're a star, you don't want things like that to ruin your fame?" He said in disbelief.

"Who said it can't be me? I'm a man of sudden risks. I and my fiance wanted to show you how wild our sex can be. You should get inspired by the video, man." Roger trolled the pap and he never spoke again. Another pap stood up making another question. Roger internally wished you were wild on the video.

"But your girlfriend on the video said the name Derek and Derek happens to be your recently fired promo manager." Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You and Roger lost it. Roger got pale but Freddie took the lead.

"She said darling, little curious man. Don't you know she has a Geordie accent? Obviously not!" He ironically said and Roger touched his friend's leg secretly as gratitude.

"And what about Derek?" He asked again.

"He wasn't good at his work. We had to fire him." Brian intervened.

"So will we expect a new sex tape from you Roger?"

"Yes with my future wife, y/n, which we are really excited about. We are about to begin a porn career. You know man, she has the tits I got the dick." You laughed when he said, feeling flattered he loves that and so did the rest of the band.

"Good to hear." He noted the answer.

The conference was over after twenty minutes. The band came inside the room. Roger grabbed you around his arms kissing you.

"How was it?" He asked nervously. "Did I handle it well?" He added.

"That was better than I thought baby... Thank you a lot." you thanked him and hugged him.

"Anytime baby, don't let those fucks upset you. Handle it like I did out there. Troll them." He laughed. "So um..." He started.

"What?" You asked confused.

"Will you be my wife? I'm not that romantic type of man you wished you had but at least answer my damn awkward question." He said and opened a small red velvet box. He revealed a silver ring with three diamonds at the top. He was looking at you like a puppy, waiting to get its treat. The other people in the room, meaning the bandmates and Veronica were staring in shock. They didn't expect that from Roger. Roger proposing to a woman. You couldn't say a single word. "I know y/n, we both slept with a lot of people but it's time for both of us to finally settle down. Get married and what's on. I know I was a lady's man, I don't deny it. But please answer me." He begged for your answer.

"Yes." You almost tore after his confession. He really loves you.

He finally got relaxed after hearing your positive answer. He wore the ring at your fourth finger. It looked so good on you.

"I love you y/n" he kissed you gently.

"And I love you." You said back and everyone around you applauded.

"Bring us the kids already!" Freddie joked and you all laughed.

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masahikass · 4 years

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okay so since i couldn’t resist, here’s some info about my random ie:go steven universe!au because i have no energy for online lessons :)

also i didn’t want to post about another au since @/primsbean is making so many posts about her ie:go madoka magica!au which i fUCKING LOVE OHMYGOD- but yeah, alternate universes are my favorite snacc. i have another one to talk about but first let’s say things about the SU one <3

under the cut because it’s LONG - and remember i’m not a native english so i might do some mistakes

okay so first of all, don’t blame me if there will be some events that don’t follow the plot (since i’m NOT remaking steven universe with ie charas!!!!! please keep this in mind) or events that Rebecca Sugar would have never inserted in her show. I respect everyone who worked at steven universe, and my intention is not to say their plot/story was bad, i’m just adding something that did never happen with any chara in the su series to make my au more original, that’s it. peace and love oN THE PLANET EARTH- okay that was the best su song hands down

also keep in mind gems don’t have “gemmic” names (if you know just a little of the su series, you should know all the gems are named after their gem, but i wont give that kind of names to the ie boys - or should i call them gems then? lol)

all the gems - for now - will be males too (as there werent any og male gems in steven universe besides steven, which is an hybrid though so...)

i will list each chara’s gem and ability after the general plot <3

so, the actual protags (though all the charas are!!! these are the two) are Tenma and Fey, who are around 5,000 years old - please if you don’t remember how the gems’ years worked go search it up, there are so many threads about that - and protect inazuma city (insert shooked face) from corrupted gems’ attacks. these attacks are not really frequent and they seem to deal with the situation, but one day they start increasing, being more frequent than usual and also the gems who attack are stronger and different from the previous ones. Fey starts making a theory about a possible new attempt of the homeworld gems (i still haven’t decided which charas will “represent” them, though, since this plot is a kind of season 1 we could say??) to start colonizing Earth via war, as they already did 3,500 years before the current events but failed, with the terrestrial gems rejecting them but also losing a lot of them - since some of them got shattered during the war and others escaped to travel to other planets to start colonizing them theirselves so they could live a new, pacific life. Tenma, at first, isn’t that sure about what Fey said, but as the corrupted gems’ attacks kept increasing he realized he could have been right. as they’re the only two gems who protect their city, they start thinking they should ask help to someone, trying to find more powerful gems.

Fey suggests to search for a trio (whose name is still not 100% sure... i randomly thought about Prism Trio just because I couldn’t remake Crystal Gems ahahah I still don’t know) which protect old war ruins in a forgotten area which is actually near Inazuma City though - but still, only some gems know about it, for example Fey did researches but Tenma knew nothing. This trio will be formed by your local ie:go chaotic trio aka Shindou, Kirino and Kariya (well, if i don’t get any more ideas for the name, then Gay Trio will be alright), who are respectively 7,600, 8,000 and 7,100 years old and actually fought in the first war. They find them fighting against a corrupted fusion, and try to join them to finish it easily and fastly. As they actually give the trio a good help, they still get scolded by them because they went in an area they shouldn’t have been to. However, the trio is still thankful to them for their help, and when Fey tells them about the situation in Inazuma City Shindou replies telling him his theory might be right as he had heard about the increasing attacks, also because the ruins were more attacked than usual in that period. Tenma kindly asks them if they could give their help back, coming with him and Fey and trying to reject the attacks together, even though he thought they’d never agree. Kirino is absolutely okay with that and shows positivity towards Tenma’s idea, while Kariya isn’t that sure since all of them should get used to a new routine, different from the one they were used to in the last millenniums. Shindou, who was neutral at the beginning, proved Kirino right since that would have been the best way to know more about the new attacks, and finally convinces Kariya to join them.

As they get in TenFey’s temple (which is the only thing IDENTICAL to the original SU one, except for the statue in the original version which is absent now), they start organizing their rooms (you know, in the temple there was that one door who led to each gem’s personal room, so the trio starts get used to them), they also keep fighting against new species of corrupted gems who keep attacking the city.

One day, then, all the five gems get to another ruins area, further from the ones the trio used to fight in, and at a moment Tenma remains alone and encounters... bepreparedtocringeihadnoideassorry... Sasuke. Yes, I did a Lion reference using Tenma’s dog instead. Original af, congrats. BY THE WAY,, he understands this gIaNt DoG (ohmygod the lion sounded better,, damn me and my dumb ideas) is related to gems somehow, and when he gets back - since Sasuke disappears after some seconds - tells the others about it, but everyone gets it as a joke and doesnt trust him. In the next fight, though, Sasuke approaches the gems and gives them help (still idk how, gotta rewatch all the lion episodes 382679345 times to get more ideas), so they all understand Tenma was right.

Some days after that, while Tenma is playing with Sasuke (gOOD BOY,,,,, I MEAN GEM,,,,,,,,,,), the dog drags him into a portal/warp (did i spell it good omg my english gets worse every day...) - just as lion sometimes does in the og series, lol - and since this warp keeps being open for some seconds, the other four gems enter it as Tenma might be in trouble alone. They all discover Sasuke led Tenma to an unknown area, which i wanted to be a desert bUT THAT LOOKS A LOT LIKE THE OG SERIES HOLY SHI- so okay, let’s make it a normal land, where there’s a fight going on. They notice a gem fighting a corrupted one all alone, and this gem seems really in need of help so they try everything to save him (oMg SpOiLeRs ThE gEm Is A mALe ToO!!11!!!111!) as they see he doesn’t have any weapon and only fights with the things he finds around himself, such as common rocks. That gem is no one else (???) than Hikaru *cries in i needed to add him hes so baby* who tells the five gems he had never seen such a powerful corrupted gem before and that he was used to reject the previous attacks in that zone more easily, and when Tenma asks him if he wants to come with him and the others to the temple Hikaru accepts without any doubt. As he gets to the temple, the others ask him if he has any weapon, but he tells them he never had the strenght to “develop” one. Perhaps, his ability (the only i’ll reveal here in the plot!!) is really useful, as he can generate light from his gem and make people and other gems blind for a limited amount of time - which, at the beginning, is really short but always increasing. He also wants to practice it as he wants to control the limit of time (for example, blinding people/gems just for a minute even if he could do for ten). When he shows his ability to the other gems, they all get blind... besides Kariya and here the ship sails *coughs* n-nothing, who is actually immune to the light’s effect. Being the only one who doesnt get blind, he starts helping Hikaru to develop his weapon.

I still haven’t thought about the rest of the plot, but there are still three characters I wanted to add. In order: Kyousuke, as an hybrid whose backstory will be way different from Steven’s in the og series (as he wasn’t born an hybrid, neither one of his parents was a gem), then Minaho and Manabe who are gems from another planet (not Homeworld, though) that are usually fused all the time... but, still, I have to think abt a plot ahah

If you’ve got this far, well... congrats? I know this is really long oh damn-

Btw, before I go, here’s the gems’ weapons and abilities as I promised! <3

Tenma: bow and arrow, he can control the wind

Fey: he basically makes grow poisonous creepers from everywhere (kind of inspired from Lapis in the og series as she generated water and could control it), controls nature in general

Shindou: sword, his voice can reach really high pitches so if he screams he can destroy things (and, maybe, he could start shattering gems too... who knows)

Kirino: lance, has a really high speed

Kariya: basically can make strong claws grow from his hands (idk how to describe it holy fuck,,, i cant draw either, if i could i’d have showed u), his ability is telekinesis

Hikaru: well, i don’t wanna spoil his weapon as i’m gonna make another post asap... i already said what his ability was, btw. also!! i didnt mention it before, but his age is around 3000 y/o

Kyousuke: katana, he can read any person’s mind for ten minutes if he had contact with them, same goes with gems but he must touch their gem in order to read their mind (age, in human years: 17)

Minaho: guns, he can understand if someone or something interacted with someone/something else just by smelling it (sounds cringe ik,, btw his age is the same as Manabe’s, 6,700)

Manabe: since i had no more ideas, don’t blame me if this sounds Peridot-ish, but he can actually generate small but powerful robots he can control and fight with, his ability is controlling technology in general.

Another last thing... these nine characters are the same of the other au i mentioned (which is way more calm than this,,, i also have more info abt that, too), so look forward to that too <3

I’mma go now, bye!

#this turned out longer than i expected #inazuma eleven go #inazuma eleven #steven universe au #su au #steven universe!au #su!au

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demonsofhunting · 5 years

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The Shiver - Chapter 2

Pairing: hunter!Dean x witch!Cas

Summary: After their shopping trip, Cas and Jo are going home to begin their search after hints to dangerous kinds of black magic in the other witches' rooms. And what they encounter at these places is more than just a little eerie...

Warnings: fluff, angst

Words: about 1600

A/N: Welcome to chapter two of this mini series! <3 Thank you so much for all the love you left under the first one, and for being so patient with me! I know that this one took a quite long time to be finished, but hey, now it's there, and it's made with much love! XD I'm deeply in love with this series, and enjoy writing so much!

Catch up here ( Masterlist ) :D

Anyway, I hope you'll like this chapter! Enjoy! <3

As soon as they get home, Castiel lets the heavy bags fall from his shoulders to the ground. Everything is surprisingly empty. The other coven members must be at the meeting that Ellen wanted to do. Well, good for us. "We're back! Finally!" he sighs, sitting down. "Yeah, we are," Jo chuckles, picking some of the bags up again, "But this doesn't mean that I want to clean the floor up here just because you decided to throw this stuff onto it. The bags could be ripped, idiot." The other makes a pout, but helps her. They carry the bags into the kitchen and leave them on the table. "My mother will find them there, anyway. I don't want to search for her any longer," Jo mutters, rolling her eyes. In her fist she holds one special crystal she bought at the shop earlier in town. Her eyes are shining with excitement as she says: "I'll just put this little cutie to the others, and then we can start with our 'serious investigation'" With the last words, her smile fades a little, and she rolls her eyes. Again. Jo's room in the last one in the big hallway and it's right next to Cas'. When they were little, they used to sneak into each other's rooms at night, where they could tell spooky ghost stories or do funny things like making feathers floating around. Today, Cas' room is stuffed with plants, and Jo...Jo's room is filled with...literally everything. She still discovers her path, and loves to try new things. Her desk is covered in crystals and tatort cards. There are candles anywhere, and relaxing music is coming out of an old radio that is placed on a shelf. "I still don't get why you need to play this music all day," Castiel mutters, throwing himself onto her big, fluffy bed. The smell of herbs, smoke and salt is filling every inch of the room. It smells like heaven. "My crystals like it. The plants too, I guess," she answers with a shrug, placing her new 'baby' near a burning candle on a shelf. Yeah. Jo is this kind of person that is irresponsible enough to let a candle burn, even if she's not around. One day the whole house will be in flames...and she won't even care. "What do you want to use that stone for?" Cas asks, blinking. Jo smiles, devilish. "Trust me. You don't want to know that," she hums. "Okay. As long as I'm not the one who has to suffer because of your...experiments, you can do whatever you want. Just...keep me out of it!" he laughs, covering his face with his hands. "I promise that it won't be you. Not this time..." she grins, blinking with her long lashes. After a heartbeat of silence they both burst out laughing. Cas throws a pillow at her. She screams, and runs out of the room. "Hey! Come back here!" he shouts, getting to his feet, following her, fastly. Then he hesitates. She is standing in the middle of the empty hallway, silently. "Jo?" Cas chuckles, grabbing her arm, "Jo? Are you alright?" She nods, swallowing. "Sure...I just...thought that I felt something. It doesn't matter, though," she adds with a quick gesture as if she wants to wipe everything bad away, "Let's take a look at the other witche's rooms like mom told us to. We could start from the right and move - " "Hey, wait. Wouldn't it be better if we split up? Then we could be much faster, I think," Cas suggests, helpfully. Jo turns around, raising an eyebrow. At first, he's afraid that she'll contradict, but she just says: "That's an amazing idea, Sir. Keep up the great work!" Castiel chuckles, relaxing in relief. "Let's say that I'll take the door on the right, and you on the left...then you can head downstairs and I'll go upstairs. Fine?" "Sure," she answers, grinning, "Let's see who will be faster."

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- After two hours of searching, Cas feels more than just a little exhausted. He forgot how damn big this house is... His energy is drained from all the foreign influences of objects and other things that he found in the rooms. Nothing suspicious, though. Well, except...there were some dark orbs of energy floating around, but every time Cas tried to get close, they flew out of reach or disappeared. Jo reported to notice these things too...they're quite creepy, and could mean literally anything. As he walks up the stairs, the young man can't help but worry. He's pretty sure now, that Ellen was right. There is something going on. Something big. Maybe something bad. As Castiel reaches the next floor, he breathes in, deeply. He closes his eyes for a moment to prepare himself. Then he does something that Jo and he were taught from their childhood on. Their own, unique way to talk over distances: telepathy.

Jo? Are you there? Where are you?

Sure, she answers right away, I'm currently on the floor below ours, looking through some old books in Benny's room. Wow, he really loves reading, man. They're...heavy...

Did you notice anything weird? Any more orbs? the other asks, entering the first room on the next floor. It's the one of a young witch, who is called Natalie, and it's filled with different types and tools of plant and grey magic.

Yeah, Jo answers, They're everywhere. Just floating around. At the moment, they don't seem dangerous, but I'm sure that this could change any second. Don't know what to do, though.

Cas quickly looks over some notes that are lying on Natalie's working table, then his gaze lands on a strange object that is placed near her bed. He steps closer, carefully. He can feel the thing vibrating...very, very low. It looks just like the others that he noticed in other rooms before, pitch black and round...like a small ball made of darkness. Jo? he calls, panicking. And holy shit, this one is big. Almost as big as his head.

Jo!

CAS!

Her voice is nothing but a scream in pure panic. It rings in his head like a terrible alarm, making his blood run cold within a second.

JO?! JO! I -

And that's when he loses the ability to breathe. He inhales in desperation, his hands going to his throat. But he can't, there is no air coming into his lungs, just...deep, dark nothing. "Wha - " he rasps as he falls to the ground, shaking. He tries to remember something, a protection spell or a chant, but his mind is a blank space, and he has no chance.

I...help…

Then everything fades to black.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The first thing Castiel notices when he begins to be conscious again, is that his throat hurts, badly. It feels like someone slit his throat, just to patch him up after. What a strange thought... His eyes flow open, and he moans: "Jo...? What - " "Shush! Shut up! I'm trying to think!" she hisses, making him wince. He sits up, slowly, rubbing his eyes with his hands, carefully. He touches his throat just to notice that nobody has sliced it or something like that... Good to know. "Jo, where are we? What happened?" he rasps, looking around in confusion. Then he hesitates. No. Nonononono. This can't be! They're in a room in the basement of the house. A room with no windows. Nothing but darkness is crawling over the ground, and it's almost impossible to see something in it. Cas shivers, and his heart starts to race. Fear is crawling up his spine like a viper, growing bigger and bigger... "JO!" he shouts, just to get hit on the head. "Ouch!" he cries out, covering the aching spot with his hands. "I told you to shut up, Cas!"Jo hisses again. Now he can finally see her sitting in front of him, nothing but a shadowy silhouette. "No! We - " he begins, but gets interrupted by her harsh words: "We're trapped, okay? They knocked us out, threw us into this hole and locked the fucking door. I can't do anything about it, my magic is too weak to crash the metal. Or the stone. That's it, Cas." "Who, they?" the other whispers, even though he already knows the answer. Don't say it, don't say it, don't - But she does: "The other witches. Our coven. The ones, who practiced black magic behind our back, claimed the command. And we can't do anything about it. It...it just makes me so damn angry! I'm sorry, Cas, but - " And as if she called for it, the door opens with a creak, showing three big silhouettes that are standing at the step. "Castiel? Joanna? We don't want to hurt you. Please, follow us," a familiar voice says, making Cas' heart ache. Benny. "What did you do to my mother?" Jo shouts, standing up. She turns her wrist with a fast gesture, and one of the witches on the other side of the step screams and falls to the ground. It's a woman. Natalie. Why...? "She's...she's burning my insides! Stop it!" she cries out in pain, while Jo grabs Cas' arm and runs right through the open door. The actually manage to pass the other two witches, which Cas sends to the ground with a small 'tripping' spell, but they don't make it very far. After a couple of meters, it feels like his legs are cut of, brutally. Castiel can't help bit scream as he falls to the ground. He tastes blood on his lips as his head hits the hard surface, and he can hear Jo cursing next to him, loudly. "Well," Natalie hums in the distance, laughing, "Obviously, they want to do it they hard way..."

( A/N: The next part will be posted soon! <3 )

And that was chapter two! Thank you so much reading, and if you would like to leave a comment or reblog this shit, I'll love you forever! <3

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"The Shiver" Tags: @angel-e-v-a @winchesterzforever @didntwanderstillgotlost @burnigontheceiling ( I hope that I didn't forget someone...if you notice something, just scream XD )

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jhmyguardiangel · 5 years

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Y.jh #2: Midnight Talks

Genre: Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Romance, fem!reader x Jeonghan

Catergory: Sweet Seventeen

Word Count: 952

A/N: surprise surprise! referring to my previous post, this blog might be re-opened! maybe temporarily, i’m still not sure -///- so in honour of White Day, i decided to post this since i had a bit of time. here’s some jeonghan fluff cuz i don’t really see much scenarios about him ahah. msg me if you wanna chat! Enjoy reading my angels! ♡

It was late at night. The clicking sounds of the clock echoed around Jeonghan’s room, doing its normal routine. Somehow it was soothing for him, like a lullaby. His sleeping face was always his mother’s weakness no matter how much older he was getting. He had his blanket draped over him, an extra pillow in front his body as he lied on his side, and eyes were shut. He looked peaceful in his sleep..

But his mind was wide awake.

He was getting annoyed that he couldn’t sleep. He shuffled around his bed trying to find the perfect sleeping position, only to have that last a good five seconds before changing to another one.

“Why can’t i sleep?” he groaned, raising and hitting his bed with his legs. His slumber was slowly in the ruins, he wanted to figure out why and decided to reach for his phone on the bedside drawer, hands lazily snaked to it on the way.

It was one in the morning and it was dark out. He wasn’t even sure if you were asleep or pulling an all-nighter with your essays since you did take journalism and english literature majors. He could imagine the workload you had on your back. But he didn’t care, you were his best friend anyway.

Squinting his eyes on the sudden bright light illuminated at him, he scowled and lowered the brightness. He scrolled through his contacts and searched for your name, pressing the ‘call’ button and praying to the heavens that you would answer.

It seemed like forever as the ringing continued. Jeonghan slowly sat up as you finally picked up, his heart beating rather fastly and smiled as he heard you say a groggy “Hello? Jeonghan?”

Gosh he could flip out hearing that, it was so attractive that he could feel little blushes creeping on his cheeks.

“H-Hi.”

You wiped your eyes and turned your bedside lamp on with the same hand. You could care less on hygiene but cared more on why your best friend would call you at one in the morning.

“For goodness’ sake Yoon Jeonghan, it’s barely quarter past one.” the back of your hand covering your face. “Why did you call?”

You heard a chuckle on the other line and he dramatically whined. “I miss you, don’t you miss me?

“Jeonghan,” you sighed, but a smile audible in your voice, “our houses are literally next to each other.”

“I know. I could show up by your doorstep anytime.”

You gave a giggle that was so contagious it was too cute for Jeonghan to handle. He knew how to make you laugh and he loved the results he receives when he successfully did.

“Why did you call?” you repeated, your eyes slowly adjusting to your dimmed bedroom.

“I just wanted to hear your voice, Y/N.”

“Alright but seriously speaking, why did you call?” you finally wanted to get to the point as you giggled.

Jeonghan froze. His saliva caught in his throat before saying in his deep voice, “Here’s the thing.” he paused for a while. “I couldn’t sleep.”

This time you were the one who sat up with concern. “That’s unusual, sleeping is your thing. Why couldn’t you? Is it insomnia?”

There was a long pause on Jeonghan’s part. He couldn’t bring the words out, he didn’t know how.

You know what? Screw it, he told himself.

“I was thinking about you.”

You were caught off guard before calling his name again. Your mouth left wide open. Did you hear right? Thinking of you? You were so into your thoughts and-

“Y/N?”

“Y-yes?”

“I know you were thinking of me too.”

You blinked, a shade of pink blushed through your cheeks. Even though it was dark, you just knew you were pink. And again the silence you gave Jeonghan made him feel butterflies flying in his stomach. Were you thinking of him too? What if he was just a nuisance to you?

Jeonghan held his phone just centimeters away from his face and hit his forehead repeatedly. “Jeonghan what were you thinking?” he scolded himself softly. “That was so stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.”

“I was.”

Jeonghan nearly dropped his phone hearing that. “Oh. Ha-ha, you were?” his nervousness subtle in his voice, eyebrows scrunched together.

“Yeah. I was glad you even called.” you said, “pretty busy with projects lately. We don’t get to see each other recently, Hannie.”

oh gosh, there she goes again with Hannie. Jeonghan fell to the bed and covered his face.

And to be very honest, he missed you. And you missed him. It had been too long since you’ve seen each other. Even though you were best friends, you and Jeonghan were both aware of romantic feelings towards each other, just that you nervous buttheads were just too, too nervous to admit it.

“Say,” he spoke up. “How does coffee sound?”

You smiled, “Tomorrow? I’m off tomorrow..”

“Usual place?”

“Yeah. By the cakeshop.”

Jeonghan sat up again. “So it’s a date?”

“It’s a date.” you covered your mouth to not make your happiness explode.

“I’ll call for reservation.” Jeonghan said excitedly.

“Yeah, go do that.”

“Great. See you tomorrow then, Y/N.”

“See you.”

As he hung up, you immediately laid down and bit your lip, hitting your bed in excitement. A date with your best friend? It was the best feeling that you wondered how Jeonghan felt.

Well Jeonghan, knowing that he finally got you on a date, threw a fist in the air countless times, running his hair with his hands, covered his face in his pillow, and jumped around his room and laughed.

“Jeonghan! Go to bed!”

“Sorry mom..”

For sure he was not getting any sleep tonight.

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