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norrisleclercf1 · 3 months

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Speaking of brat readerrrrr

Seb leaves to go get some things and gave her clear instructions not to do anything til he’s back but the second Charles his home she’s on his lap riding his thigh to get her release just for seb to come home and find her like that🫠🫣

Am I projecting? I’m projecting

A/N: Brat reader is back with Seb and Charles and she'd totally do this, and sweet Charles would be so clueless also, got a little out of hand in the end, have no shame

You whine, as Seb pushes you down into the couch staring at you, you who was currently only wearing an old ferrari t-shirt and nothing else, being a brat yet again. You just wanted one simple orgasm, but Sebastian was being a dick and refusing to help you out.

"I have told you to behave yourself and here you are acting like a whore. You even interrupted that important meeting because you don't know how to be a good girl." Sebastian sighs, with a slight squeeze of your throat, you arch up and whine spreading your legs.

"No, good girls get orgasms, bad girls stay here and don't touch themselves until I get back, do you understand?" You narrow your eyes, suddenly you remember something and go soft under his hold and sigh. "M sorry, I'll wait." You whisper, giving your best innocent look.

Sebastian smiles gently and lets go of your throat and kissing you sweetly. "Be a good girl, I'm going to run some errands, when i get back and you've been good maybe I'll let you sit on my face." You keen under that idea, but you were you, knowing damn well who'd be home soon. "Okay," You breath and Sebastian smiles, giving you a kiss on the forehead and leaving the apartment.

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Hearing the keys jingle in the door, it's shoved open as Charles trudges through the door holding his bags. You sit on the couch, legs under you to hide your naked lower half from your tired and unsuspecting boyfriend.

"Hi, Charlie." You giggle, Charles looks over and smiles, his body shagging in relif at one of you being here to greet him. "Hello, my gorgeous girl," Charles walks over and leans down, kissing you so gently it felt like clouds on your lips. "Where's Sebastian?" Looking around the apartment, he notices the lack of the German.

"Went to run some errands, um Charles, I need help with something," You whisper, looking away but Charles grabs your chin and makes you look at him. "Baby, look at me, what'd wrong?" You smirk, knowing you were sinking your teeth into Charles.

Sweet, sweet, helpful and innocent Charles was about to join you in being in trouble with Sebastian. Of course, Charles would never believe you'd be a brat, you were just his good girl, and here you were manipulating that boy more than Ferrari.

"Help me?" You drop your legs slowly and spread them out, showing off how wet and puffy you were from how much you ached. "Awww love, did you get needy while Seb was gone?" Hook, line, and sinker. It was far too easy-to-get Charles to help you. "Yes, he's been gone so long and you're here and you know he'd be okay with you helping me. Please Charlie, I need you." Moving you flip each other where he's sitting on the couch and you're straddling his lap.

"Maybe we should wait for Seb," Charles hums, but you shake your head no. "Nooooo, you don't even have to fuck me, I'll ride your thigh, just please Charles, it hurts so much." You play at his emotions, making your eyes glossy, like you were about to cry. "Baby," He sighs, hands holding onto your waist and lowering you onto his thigh. "Fuck, but make it quick." Charles groans, feeling how wet you are, creating a damp spot on his sweats.

You gingerly move your hips back and forth, getting a good rhythm. Charles groans, holding your hips and helps you, but he moves around and wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into him. He can't help himself and raises your shirt and sucks in one of your tits. Whimpering you move faster, feeling that tug in your stomach as Charles nips and sucks on your tits drawing you closer.

"Mhm, fuckkkk," You whimper practically bouncing on Charles thigh, the two of you are so wrapped up in each other, you don't hear the door open or close. Sebastian hears the moans and sighs, shaking his head in disappointment. "Charlie, fuck m close," You cry the two of you so wrapped up in each other. "You can cum pretty girl," He groans, fuck Charles was so hard he might even come untouched.

Sebastian gently puts down his bags and walks up to you. Charles groans and looks up about to greet the older driver when Sebastian reachs up and wraps his hand around your throat and picks you off Charles. "Nooo," You cry, feeling that little bubble burst before you could cum. "Tsk tsk tsk, I gave you specific instructions, which were what?" He groans, trying to control himself, seeing the utter mess that is Charles.

He has such a blessed-out face, that Sebastian feels his shorts grow tight, seeing the messy hair, swollen lips and the slight dark spot where Charles's cock had made it wet. "Not to touch myself, and I didn't Sebby. Charles was touching me," You beg, but Sebastian sighs and lets you go. "Baby, you're about to learn the hard way." Sebastian steps forward and gathers a healthy amount of Charles's hair.

"You're going to sit there, no touching, me, Charlie, or yourself. And you're going to do that, as I fuck Charles. Do you understand?" Sebastian asks, Charles moaning as Seb pulls on his hair, throat back as Sebastian groans, Charles being his sweet baby. "Please, please Sebby, I'll be good." You beg, hating this punishment.

"Nope, you were bad, Charles was innocent in all this, so I'm going to reward him. On your knees baby boy." Charles moves quick getting on his knees while Sebastian moves pulling down his shorts and pulls out his cock. "You're going to learn the hard way on how to be good, maybe then you'll finally learn your lesson." Charles groans and reaches out but Seb moves pressing his tip against Charles mouth who opens it happily and sucks his boyfriend down. "Now, be a good girl and watch how to suck cock properly." Sebastian groans, as Charles takes him down with ease.

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sugarjaee · 2 years

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kissing na jaemin

↳ paring ⇹ nct - na jaemin x reader (with a little lee jeno)

↳ genre ⇹ fluff | angst | friends to lovers!au

↳ word count ⇹ 5.2k

↳ contains ⇹ sexual tension, mutual pining, near kisses, and drunken (almost) confessions

↳ summary ⇹ the only thing on your mind was kissing your best friend.

“Now, what are you up to?” A voice said from over your shoulder. You quickly slammed your laptop shut, hoping he hadn’t seen what you were writing.

“It’s not done yet!” You called, mortified with the idea of him seeing what you were doing.

Jaemin laughed, “Okay, I have amnesia.” He moved around you, taking a seat in front of you on the Uni lawn.

You leaned over and pushed his shoulder. “You’re such a liar.”

He flashed an expression of hurt. “Nooooo, I only speak the truth.”

You rolled your eyes, finding him unbelievably endearing even when he annoyed you. “Where are the rest of the boys?”

Jaemin looked at his phone, checking the time. “Well Jeno, Mark, and Haechan aren’t done class yet. I don’t know about Renjun and YangYang. I think they’re in the library working on a project.”

“Boring,” you sighed, shoving your laptop into your bag. You knew better than to believe you could get work done with Jaemin around.

“You’re stuck with me.” He leaned in, smiling at you.

“How unlucky, I am.” You laughed, avoiding his eyes.

The thing about you and Jaemin was that you had been in love with him since you were kids. The kind where everyone looked at you in the ‘awe so cute little kids dating way’. He was even your first kiss. Underneath the shadows of the giant oak tree near your house, he gave you a tiny peck while the rest of the boys giggled and laughed. It was the type of kiss that was so innocent and simple. You never thought you’d want to kiss him so badly again.

As you got older, you had grown into the role of friends. In high school you both dated other people and it was never weird. You were just friends. Just…friends…

Jaemin had laid down on the blanket you had laid out. He was staring up at the sky, his light brown hair falling over his face. You followed his suit and laid next to him. Making sure to keep a few inches between you or else you’d go mad. “Are you ready for tonight?” He asked.

“What kind of question is that? Of course, I am.” You had been preparing for Jeno’s birthday for the past week. You had spent all night baking the perfect cake for him. It was your best yet. At least, that was what Jiwoo told you.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m getting absolutely hammered.”

“Same here.”

Jaemin suddenly burst into laughter. “Well, that’s easy for you to say. It only takes two drinks.”

Your cheeks turned red with heat. You were glad he wasn’t paying attention. “That’s not true!”

“Is so! Last time you had two and puked in the bush.”

You shot up, hovering over him, your faces so close. “That’s not fair. It was one time!”

Jaemin sat up, not breaking your eye-contact. “Yes, one hilarious time, you are never going to live down. I just remember Jiwoo rubbing your back, trying not to laugh while you threw your guts up.”

You crossed your arms, knowing you weren’t going to win this. “You’ll see, I can handle more. I’ll be the life of the party.”

Jaemin laid back down. “Just don’t overshadow me, okay?”

“Deal.”

By the time the others found you, on the lawn, you and Jaemin were laughing uncontrollably over something stupid.

“What’s going on here?” Jeno asked.

“Oh, we’re just thinking of ways to embarrass you at the party,” Jaemin answered.

Jeno rubbed his face with the base of his palm. “Oh god, please don’t. I’d kill you both.”

Jaemin gently touched his hands to his face. “No, please. I’m too handsome to die.”

“I second that,” you added.

Jeno sat down, next to you, touching your cheek. “Okay, I’ll let you live.”

“Hey!” Jaemin called. “What about me?”

Jeno tilted his head to the side. “Nah, you’re a goner.”

“Fuck me.”

“Awe, it’s okay we’ll throw a party in your honour. Don’t worry,” you said, trying not to laugh at Jaemin’s frown. It was the sort of frown a child put on to get their way. Jaemin was very good at it. You always wanted to squish his cheeks when he did it. Though, in the few times you tried, he’d always slap your hand away.

“I hate you both.”

“You love us!” You and Jeno said in unison.

Jaemin grunted in response, crossing his arms in a pout. “Wait, so does this mean I'm stuck with you two until the party? While you bully me.”

Both you and Jeno looked at eachother with an evil grin, knowing you 're going to torment Jaemin for the next six hours.

☁☁☁

As the rest of the group got Jeno’s party ready, your trio killed time by wandering around campus, getting some burnt coffee from the only cafe. When you first started at NCIT, you couldn’t stand the coffee, but as time went on you found its horrible taste endearing. Maybe it was because it was your only option.

You held Jeno’s hand the entire time, leading him along as you wasted time. “So, how are you enjoying your birthday?” You asked Jeno, squeezing his hand lightly.

He shrugged, “I dunno. Same as any birthday.”

“So far, you should see what we got plan–”

“Don’t spoil anything,” Jaemin cut you off.

You huffed. “Well, he knows there’s a party. We can’t ever surprise him.”

As you and Jaemin argued about the specifics of what is a spoiler and what isn’t; Jeno just laughed. His grip on your hand never faltering.

At some point you checked your phone to see about a million calls from Jiwoo, along with many texts asking where you were. Your eyes shifted to the time, realizing the party started in two hours and you were not ready. “Shit! We gotta get ready.”

“Wait, what?” Jaemin stuttered.

“It’s nearly seven,” you answered.

Jaemin looked around, trying to quickly plan. “Okay okay. I’ll take Jeno. You go get the cake.” He pulled at Jeno, who had been silent, not entirely knowing what was going on. Jeno let go of your hand and you felt a small ache with the warmth gone. But you had things to do.

You nearly ran back to your dorm. As you threw open the door, Jiwoo was standing by the mirror in a simple black crop top and jeans. Even in the most simple of clothes she looked like a model.

Jiwoo was the type of girl you always wanted to hate, she was so beautiful. As kids you felt intimidated by her, but in ninth grade when you got paired up for a project. You found out she was the nicest person you’d ever met. You couldn’t possibly hate her. Instead you fell in love with her and now she’s your best friend.

“I’ve been wondering where you were.” She came over to you, patting down your hair. “Where have you been?”

“Uh– I was with Jaemin and Jeno. We were killing time before the party.”

“Maybe too much time,” Jiwoo sighed. “Come here, I picked out an outfit for you.” She gestured to the bed, where she had clothes laid out. A short black skirt with a corset top to match.

“Thank you,” you said, while getting into the clothes.

Once you were dressed, Jiwoo looked you over. “You look really pretty.” She scanned the room, looking for something. “Oh! Here, wear these with it.” She handed you a knee high pair of black combat boots.

“You sure? These are your favourite.”

She nodded, kissing you on the cheek. “Yes, you’ll look great.” She turned around, checking her makeup. “Maybe Jaemin will finally make a move,” she said without looking at you with the most evil of grins.

“Wait… WHAT?” It only took a second for your face to burn with embarrassment. You could only imagine how red you looked. You refused to look in the mirror and see, it would only make you more red.

Jiwoo only laughed, finally turning to see you. She placed her hand on your shoulder. “I’m only kidding… not really.”

You fell onto your bed, too confused to continue the conversation. “Now, you’ve made me nervous.” You hid your face with your hands. You weren’t sure why you were so nervous. You didn’t like Jaemin that way… right? Yes, you didn’t like him more than a friend.

Jiwoo laid down beside you. “Don’t be. It’s not like you haven't been friends since kindergarten.” Her voice was soft and calm. You were always amazed by how easily just her voice could cool you down. “We’re gonna have fun. Promise.”

“Promise.”

☁☁☁

The entire crowd was singing in unison, celebrating a boy newly turned twenty-two. You smiled, singing along, unable to not laugh. You held onto Jaemin’s arm, trying to balance yourself after a few too many drinks.

Jeno was singing along to his own ‘happy birthday’ chant, giggling with Mark and Haechan. When the song was done, Jeno blew out the candles pushed into the cake you made him. You had slaved away on it for the entire day before. It needed to be perfect for him.

You stayed close to Jaemin, gripping onto his arm, he didn’t seem to mind. You felt his eyes on you every so often, he was checking to make sure you were still standing. “How are you doing there?” He asked.

You flashed him a giddy smile, formulating words was somewhat difficult in your near-drunken state. “So happy,” you said, your knees going weak from looking into his dark eyes. Why did he have to be so fucking perfect? It wasn’t fair.

How were you supposed to resist all the urges to just kiss him when he looked like that?! He was making it very hard. “So… perfect…” you muttered, without realizing you were speaking aloud.

“Oh?” Jaemin laughed. He was used to you always being the drunkest at parties. Jaemin was right, you were a lightweight. Though, you’d never admit he was right. “I think you should sit down. You’re mumbling.”

Your face got hot, having not realized your day dreaming turned into speaking. You didn’t want to leave before Jeno tried his cake. You wrapped both hands around Jaemin’s arm as if to plead. “No no no, please. I need to know if Jeno likes my cake,” you said, desperately trying to change the conversation.

“He’s had many of your cakes, I’m sure he’ll love it. As always.” Jaemin tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “You need to sit down. Please, for me.” His eyes were so soft, your gaze melted into them. This was going to be very hard.

You frowned, feeling unsatisfied with his answer. “But– but this one is special.” You felt dizzy, the standing was not helping your situation. “Please, I wanna stay with you.”

“They’re all special, it’s okay. Why don’t you sit down and feel better for later? I’ll still be here, you can come find me when you can properly stand.” Jaemin looked around the room for an open seat. “See? Jiwoo and YangYang are over there. You can go sit with them.”

You swung your head around to see the two people sitting on the sofa with an open spot between them. Without even thinking you ran to them. “My best friends!” You said, plopping down on the sofa.

Jaemin quickly followed, wanting to make sure you got there without falling. He flashed the others a look, as if to babysit you. Jiwoo only nodded in response. She was used to the babysitter job. She never minded, she always laughed at your drunken jokes.

You wrapped your arms around their necks, pulling them into an awkward side hug of sorts. “I love you guys! I really do.”

YangYang tried to pull himself away from your grasp. “We know. I love you too. But you’re all sloppy.”

Jiwoo stayed in your arms, resting her head on your shoulder. “Yes, I love you very much.”

You gave up on hugging YangYang and wrapped both arms around Jiwoo. You would never tell the others but she was always your favourite. Maybe it was before she was the only one that would hug you when you were drunk.

After the hug went on a little too long, Jiwoo unwrapped herself from your arms, shifting back into her spot.

Soon enough, Renjun came around with three plates of cake for each of you. “How is it that she’s always tipsy before anyone else?” He asked the others.

YangYang shrugged his shoulders, while Jiwoo answered: “Very little self-control.”

You shot up in offence. “I have self-control! Lots of it!”

Everyone laughed. “Hardly.” They were probably right.

You ate your piece of cake, extremely pleased with how good it tasted. “See, I told you it was your best.” Jiwoo nudged your shoulder. It seemed everyone else was too as the room went nearly silent as everyone ate.

As you began to feel more sober, you scanned the room for Jeno. You hadn’t gotten a moment to talk to him and wish him happy birthday yourself. Unable to see him from the sofa, you stood up, much to YangYang’s discretion.

“You really should stay put.”

“I’m feeling much better, I just have to find Jeno.” Your words were clear, opposed to the mumbles you had before.

“She’ll be fine, just let her do her thing,” Jiwoo said, her eyes locked on YangYang. She had been planning something mischievous but you couldn’t put your finger on what exactly. You weren’t going to bother figuring it out either.

“Okay, if you say so.” He smiled.

You moved through the crowds, hunting down Jeno. He wasn’t in the living room, so you went to the kitchen. He wasn’t hard to miss, his black hair shining blue under the fluorescent lights.

“Jeno Jeno Jeno,” you called.

He immediately turned to see you, his face lit up in a wide smile. Jeno ran to you, sweeping you up in a hug and spinning you around. “There you are!” He set you down, while not letting go of your hands. “Where have you been? I wanted to thank you for the cake.”

“She’s been drinking too much for her own good,” Jaemin said before you could answer. “Be careful she might puke on you.”

“Will not!” Your cheeks turned red with being exposed for being lightweight once again. As if Jeno didn’t already know after many nights tucking you in and rubbing your belly to feel better. You looked at Jeno with beady eyes. “Promise, I won’t, Jaemin will be my target.”

“Better not be,” Jaemin called.

“Ah, that’s okay. As long as you're having fun.” Jeno’s smile was so perfect, you could stare at him forever as long as he was smiling. Admiration filled your chest. “Why don’t you come hang out with us? I’m sure Jiwoo and YangYang aren’t offering too much conversation.”

You nodded, letting him lead you to the table where the rest of the group was sitting. Jiwoo and YangYang were a part of the group in the closest way, but they often preferred their own company to being in the larger group. You constantly pestered her about if they were dating, but she always denied it by responding ‘well, are you and Jaemin dating?’ To which your answer would be ‘no’ and the conversation was over.

Jaemin was a touchy subject between you.

You sat in the empty chair, next to Jeno. Jaemin was on your left, with Renjun, Mark, and Haechan sat across from you. They seemed to be in the middle of a card game, which you had interrupted but no one seemed to care. You watched as they played, secretly rooting for Jeno.

The game was hard to follow, they always played these super complicated games you could never get into. Most of the time you would try to play, while pestering Renjun about the rules to which he would calmly explain. Only for you to forget a minute later. After the hundredth time of explaining the boys gave up and you took on the role of spectator. You never minded.

“Who’s in the lead?” You whispered to Jeno, trying to get a hold on what was going on.

“I am, but Jaemin’s definitely hiding something. His poker face is very strong.”

You giggled, turning to Jaemin. “Are you planning something devious?” You whispered to him now.

“Oh, yeah. Jeno is going down.” One thing about being a spectator that you enjoyed so much was knowing everything everyone was up to.

Throughout the game, people came up to Jeno to wish him a happy birthday. He always thanked them with his perfect smile. Your heart melted each time, even if his smile wasn’t for you.

Once the game was over, Haechan jumped up, “Who’s ready for more drinks?”

The rest of the boys got up, following him to the counter, where an absurd amount of alcohol was set out. You had already gotten into it the second you got there. But you wanted more. When you stood up, you were quickly pulled back down, to your chair, by Jaemin.

“I think you should wait before getting more drunk.” His voice was hoarse, you could tell he had a few drinks himself. “Give some time for your stomach to settle.”

“Why? You don’t want to take care of my drunk ass?” You teased, alcohol was still running through your system, it gave you a boost of confidence. You couldn’t tell you were basically flirting with Jaemin. “I thought you think I’m fun.”

“I do, but I don’t want you to be sick. You do realize your breath stinks after you puke?” Your drunk brain flashed to an image of you kissing Jaemin. You harshly pushed that thought away. Not now.

“I’m not going to puke,” you defended yourself. “I ate cake… full tummy.” You rubbed your semi-bloated stomach.

Jaemin smiled, shaking his head. “I don’t think that's how it works.”

“Sure it is.” You grinned at him, your faces were so close. You could have kissed him. No one would notice. It would be your secret. Just a quick peck, just like when you were children.

Before your brain could run completely wild, you heard Haechan’s voice. “Do you guys want some?”

Your hand shot into the air, like a child in school. “Me! Me, please!”

Haechan smiled wide, his face was like the sun. “Okay, vodka ice tea okay?”

You nodded so quickly it made you dizzy. “Yes, please.”

“Beer for me,” Jaemin said. He then turned to you, his eyes stern. “If you puke, I am going to film it and send it to the group chat.”

You crossed your arms, pouting. “Now, that’s just cruel.”

“Not as cruel as you are,” he said.

Before you could ask what he meant, he was already gone to collect his beer.

☁☁☁

The late April humanity was rampant. The moon shone over the pool, stars reflecting in the water like a mirror. The calm of the water was broken by Haechan pushing Mark in, soaking his clothes.

Soon everyone else followed, Jeno, then Renjun, even Jiwoo and YangYang. You stayed on the side, only sticking your feet in the cool water. “Not going in?” Jaemin asked, he was sitting down next to you.

You were so glad to see his face. “The water is too cold for me. And I don’t think drinking and swimming mix well for me.” You couldn’t help but smile, while looking at him.

“Yeah, your lack of coordination will probably lead to drowning. I don’t want to play lifeguard.” He ran his hand through his light brown hair, it shining with a blonde tone under the moonlight.

“So, you’re saving you would save me if I jumped in?” You threw the question into the air, making it tense between you. The thing was, when you were drunk, you had little self-perception and often just said what was on your mind.

“Of course, I would.” Jaemin’s tone was completely serious. It was hard to believe he was on his sixth beer. “You’re too pretty to drown.”

You didn’t fully process his second comment, instead focusing on the first. “Awe thank you! You’re too sweet, Jaemin.” Something about the way his name came from your lips, sounded more like a moan than it did a coherent word. To cover in the most ‘subtle’ way, you slammed your hand against your mouth to shut yourself up. And if Jaemin didn’t notice your awkwardness before he definitely did now.

But easy-going Jaemin only laughed at your mishap. “I think you’ve had a little too much to drink.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, to hold you close to him. He was so warm against you, you felt like you were on fire.

As much as you wanted to stay curled up against him, you refused to lose in his game of wits. You wanted to prove yourself to not be such a lightweight. “I have not! Stop saying that.” You went to stand, but with the mixture of the ledge, wet surface, and your being drunk; you slipped.

You fell into the freezing water. It sent you into shock and you couldn’t register that you were underwater. You started to panic, desperately trying to swim to the surface, but everything was spinning and it was so dark. Nothing was making sense, you couldn’t think straight.

Your mind went blank, letting your body go limp. That was until you were met with a rush of hot air against your face. You gasped for air, your eyes flying open to see Jaemin cradling you above the water.

It was hard to make out the rush of voices that spoke around you. You could only focus on the concern that covered Jaemin’s face. He looked like he’d seen a ghost.

“She’s okay.” You finally made out, it was Jaemin’s voice. “I’ll take her upstairs to dry off and get her to bed.”

“You sure?” It was Jeno.

“Yeah, enjoy your birthday. I’ll take care of her.”

You weren’t completely aware of what happened before you got into Jaemin’s room. You were freezing from your wet clothes, but Jaemin’s body gave you some sense of warmth.

He sat you on the edge of his tub, wrapping you in at least five towels. “Stay here,” he said so softly. You soaked up his words. You peeked through the door, to see him digging through his dresser for clothes. He came back not even a minute later holding a t-shirt and sweat parts. “They’ll be a little too big but they’ll work.”

“Thank you,” you finally muttered. Your words broken up through your shivering.

He stared at you for a moment too long, analysing your current state. “Will you be okay to dress yourself?”

You nodded, slowly, sucking in a heavy breath. “I think so, yeah.”

“Okay, just knock on the door if you need help. I’ll be right here.” He almost looked pained to leave, but he did; shutting the door behind him.

Taking off your clothes was a trouble, the movement made you feel nauseous. But you were determined to do something for yourself. You left your wet clothes in the tub, as you covered yourself in Jaemins. His scent consumed your senses, his clothes covered in his cologne. It felt soothing.

The effort of changing took a lot out of you. Once finished, you fell to the floor. Having heard the bang, Jaemin burst through the door. His eyes fell to your frame laying on the mat. “Ah, come here. Let me get you into bed.”

He lifted you up, wrapping your arm around his neck, to help you walk into his room.

You stumbled into Jaemin’s dark room, until he turned on the light and illuminated the large space. The walls were covered in posters and designer shopping bags. You were still too drunk to question the decor.

Despite being friends for so long, Jaemin’s room was always a no man’s land of sorts. You were never invited and never entered. When you were hanging out the communal space downstairs was better suited.

Jaemin was silent, as he led you to bed. He was careful with his steps, he was drunk too and didn’t want to topple over. He set you down on his massive bed. “So big… jealous,” you stuttered. “I… love…”

He came down on the bed, laying next to you. The heat from his body radiated off; you felt him against your bare arms.

Staring up, at the ceiling, you got lost in the spinning fan. Your mind drifted away from your body to imagine Jaemin on top of you. His dark eyes looked deeply into yours as he made love to you.

You needed to cut that out. You could not think of Jaemin that way. He was off limits.

Not that your drunk brain thought he was. In your head, he was all over you.

Your daydream of him kissing you lead on. His soft lips melting into yours. His big hands touch your skin, leaving burns in their wake. You whisper his name, your hot breath touching his ear, leaving goosebumps growing all over his body. Your hands dig into his brown hair, pulling at the stands as you hum in pleasure.

“Jaemin,” you said. The sound of your voice wakes you up, your eyes open to see Jaemin… On top of you… His lips against your neck.

This was really happening.

“Oh my god!” You nearly squeal, your mind clearing into sobriety, pushing your body up the bed, away from his. “We shouldn’t– I– I’m sorry.” The words fall out of your mouth. You feel naked, dispute still having your clothes. You wrap your arms around your chest, trying to cover some sense of dignity.

Jaemin’s dark eyes are locked on you. There is pain in his eyes; you hurt his feelings. You didn’t mean that. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled, softly.

Your heart ached for him. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to kiss Na Jaemin. You did, but after years of loyal friendship, something about it felt so wrong. Especially when you were both drunk. “Jaemin, we’re both drunk.”

“I know.” He couldn’t even look at you. You felt your heart breaking. This was not how it was supposed to happen. “Please, let’s just forget about it.” His eyes still avoiding you at all costs, he grabbed a pillow and blanket and set it on the floor.

You watched him in silence, not knowing what to do. You didn’t want him to sleep on the floor. Your body ached for him. “Jaemin…” You finally forced out, relief flooding over you with knowing you could speak. Fear quickly consumed you once more when he didn’t react.

He didn’t stop preparing his make-shift bed. It was as though he was lost in a trance.

“Jaemin!” You felt like you were yelling. Your desperation was so clear in your voice, you needed him to look at you.

“What!?” He answered, his voice filled with hurt. His eyes were on fire, his soft, easy-going nature a ghost within them.

You didn’t know what was happening, tears filled your eyes. Your emotions were all out of whack from the drinking. You pulled your legs into your chest to shield your heart.

Jaemin quickly realized what happened. He ran to you, wrapping his arms around your body. “I’m so sorry,” he murmured. “I didn’t mean to get angry. This isn’t how I wanted this to happen.”

He wanted this to happen? He wanted to kiss you?

Your mind was a haze. Being drunk was so complicated. “Please, don’t sleep on the floor,” you said, the words pouring from you.

“But– you’re in the bed.”

“I think it’s big enough to share.”

“You sure?”

You started to laugh uncontrollably. Despite the seriousness of this moment, you couldn’t help it. “Well, it is your bed.”

Jaemin’s expression became at ease. He even started to laugh with you. You’re not really sure what happened after that. Your drunken state sending you to sleep. Jaemin’s warmth is like a blanket wrapped around you.

☁☁☁

The room was still dark, when you awoke. The drapes blocked out any bit of sunlight. You couldn’t make out the time, you hunted for your phone, realizing it was a lost cause. You must have lost it in your drunken haze.

You rolled over to be met with Jaemin’s sleeping face. Even sleeping he looked perfect, it almost annoyed you. Your eyes fell to his lips, remembering the way he kissed you the night before. Out of everything you remember that the most clearly.

You wondered if he would remember any of it. Part of you hoped he would. Another part wished he wouldn’t so you could redo the kiss how it was supposed to be. If he still wanted it, in sobriety.

You watched him closely, taking in his every feature, wanting to memorise every single thing. But midway through your analysis, his eyes began to flutter open. You instinctively shut yours, pretending to be asleep.

“Ah,” he let out in a sigh. Did he forget you were in his bed? Hopefully not, that would not be a good surprise.

Blinded by your eyelids, you relied on your other senses to know what he was doing. There was a rush of heat against your cheek, his fingertips, against your cheekbone. He was pulling your hair away from your face. Revealing what was, most likely, a mess of forgotten makeup and puffy eyes.

You planted your face in his pillow, hiding away from him.

“I knew you were pretending,” he said. His morning voice was so deep you wanted to faint. The heat landed on your chin, gently leading your face away from the pillow. “Please, don’t hide. You look cute.”

Insistent on keeping hidden, you pushed your face further into the pillow. “Just cute?” It was hard to understand you through the pillow.

Jaemin laughed. “Beautiful, even.”

You gave up trying to hide, you’d have to reveal your face at some point. “You’re such a liar.”

Jaemin’s expression was soft, his eyes looking over you. “I’ve only ever told you the truth.”

“Do you remember anything from last night?” You asked without even thinking. You regretted it right away. Part of you still didn’t want to know the answer.

“I remember everything.” His gaze didn’t falter for a second. “Though I wish I’d forgotten so I could kiss you the right way… Do you still want to kiss me? Cause all I want to do is kiss you.”

Your heart began to bleed. Confusion of being in love with your best friend, the fear of fucking everything up if it goes wrong. But how could it? This was Jaemin, why after all this time would he get tired of you? You knew you would never get tired of him.

“Very much so.”

Jaemin didn’t waste a second before bringing his body into yours. The gentle kiss consumed you in every way. You melted into him like butter, losing any sense of your physical self. Becoming one with the boy against your lips.

With your hands tangled in his hair, you gave yourself to the boy, you’d know your entire life. The one you shared your first kiss with when you were too young to truly care about kissing. You loved him so much, and he loved you. He didn’t have to say the words, you knew.

Kissing Na Jaemin was exactly how perfect you always imagined it.

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nikaizkool · 11 months

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hey hruu :D? just wanted to say first is that ur frustrated s/o headcanons were amazing 🤭‼️ second i have an idea of quackity (and add others if u want) with a s/o who isn’t very used ppl being very gentle with them? Like growing up no one was very touchy with them physically and is more used to tough love? and like when they boys are gentle with reader and ACTUALLY NICE reader like “dude wth-🧍” this is also mo self projecting 🫣🫣‼️ hopefully ppl relate 😍🤞🏻🤞🏻

^^^^ this

Beanie duo

• Quackity

Definitely got worried when you didn’t hug him back, and when you pulled away from a kiss to soon. He’d praise you for every last thing you’d do “I’m so proud of you mi vida” definitely loves it when you warm up to the kisses and hugs.

Doesn’t mind you being clingy coz he is too if you wake up and try to escape his cuddles he’ll be like “nooooo come back darling” and pull you back into bed snuggling with you.

Once your comfortable he’d do all the cute Pinterest couple stuff. Piggy back rides, hand holding, hugging mirror pics, ect.

• Sapnap

Let’s you take your time to warm up “it’s alright dear take your time” very sweet about it.

First kiss with him is amazing coz he’s been wanting to do it for so long so it’s like a five minute long kiss.

#quackity fanfic #quackity x reader #sapnap x reader #sapnap fluff #sapnap fanfic #sapnap #quackity #quackity x reader smut #dsmp quackity #dsmp sapnap

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Angel voice

Summary: Pedro Pascal x Reader. Karaoke night with friends.

***this is officially my first fic! I had this story in my mind for so long, I had to write it. I’m not even a good writer and English is my second language, so I’m sorry if it’s a tough read. No beta , I don’t know anyone who could help me with this , any volunteers ? ***

Warnings: RPF. Just friendships. A little flirting. I guess … two idiots falling in love.

For the last few months , you always walked hand in hand with your new bestie Sarah. The friendship was new, but it was intense. You met her on the set of an amazing indie film. She was the main character and you were the supporting one. It was a movie about a love story between two inspiring women. Loving Sarah on screen and in real life was easy, it felt like you knew her your whole life.

Tonight was no different, your hand into hers , you walked on the sidewalk together with some of her closest friends. Oscar and Elvira were walking behind you whispering sweet nothings to each other while Pedro was the leader of the pack , goofing around , pretending to be in an action movie , hiding from imaginary bad guys. The little group of friends kindly accepted you as the new member of their pack as soon as Sarah introduced you to them. Since you just recently moved to NYC, it was great to have people you could count on.

You were lost in your thoughts , feeling the warmth of the summer breeze on your face and bare shoulders. Only hearing the buzzing sounds of the city. You were having a hard time realizing how lucky you were to have them, to be exactly where you wanted to be with your acting career, you felt really emotional at that moment. Maybe it was the fatigue from the long days on set or maybe it was the effect of Sarah’s earlier questionable concoctions she called her special drinks , but you could cry. You were so lost in your own head that you jumped when you heard Elvira joyous exclamation.

- YEEEES! Come on guys! It’s been a hot minute since we humiliated ourselves properly!

You heard Pedro hum a barely perceptible « oh nooooo » while he formed a fake gun with his hand and pretended to shoot himself. You snapped out of your thoughts and looked at what Elvira was so excited about. You were pleased to see that is was a karaoke bar.

Only Sarah knew that you were a good singer. She called you her soft angel when you sang for her on set. Your favorite Pink Floyd songs were the soundtrack of your blooming friendship. Truth is , you tried to succeed as a singer/songwriter a few years ago, but it just didn’t happen. It was for the best though, now you knew it. After realizing you would probably never be a recording artist , you decided to focus on your acting career and it paid off.

When you entered the bar , it was very noisy, a mix of people singing and other simply screeching , people cheering and others having animated conversations. Elvira was fast to find you guys a place to sit. She knew she had to move fast so Pedro wouldn’t have a good reason to convince them to leave and escape his worst nightmare. It wasn’t a secret that he didn’t like Karaoke, he didn’t want to sing and he didn’t want other people to butchered all of his favorite songs . He mimicked his best suffering expression when the girl on stage started to sing sweet home Alabama with her shrieking voice.

You guys were seated in a big white U shaped bench wrapped around an oval table , perfect to accommodate your little group. You were squished between Sarah and Pedro who were having a deep conversation about the last movie they saw together. You were not complaining , being with them was so much fun and you had to admit that being so close to Pedro was not bad either. Since you met him, you had a little crush on him. Nothing serious, nothing you would tell him about , it was just a fun little game to flirt with him. And oh boy was he a flirt. The little smiles he did when you spoke about your recent projects, the way his eyes just lingered on your mouth, his hands touching your skin every chance he get, followed with a cute wink when your eyes would meet his. It was nothing your brain said , but the butterflies in your stomach made you wonder which body part of yours was right.

Nobody really paid attention to the people who were on stage , a few times, when the performer was not as bad , the girls and you would cheer and sing along. You don’t know how many drinks you guys were in when Elvira came around the table to talked to Pedro.

- So , what are you going to sing tonight Pedrito? Pedro lost his smile and rolled his eyes.

Sarah laughed : I really don’t know if Elvira really loves karaoke or if she just like seeing Pedro suffer!

Pedro: She hates me! She hates that her husband calls me his girlfriend , she’s jealous and that’s her way to get her revenge.

Elvira: Oh please P , not everything is about you!

Pedro did his most exaggerated shocked face: Excuse me! ?

Elvira : All I want to do is sing a sexy duet with MY husband. (Emphasis on the MY) She winked at Pedro

Oscar was already putting their name on the list , there was still a few people before it would be their turn. On his way back he grabbed a few shots for all of you.

Pedro turned to help Oscar with the shooter glasses: -Your wife sings like an half dead cat , I will need multiples of these.

Elvira punched Pedro on the arm while you and Sarah giggled at their imaginary love triangle.

Sarah: y/n should sing! She will change your mind about karaoke Pedro. She sings like an angel!

You blushed.

Oscar teased his friend : you should sing his favorite song!

Pedro immediately interrupted him, making no signs with his head and both his arms : oh no! No, no, no, no, no. Do not touch Prince. NO!

Sarah: I know! You should sing Dreams! You have the perfect voice for that song. Anyway, you can’t sing any Pink Floyd songs , those are just for me , plus this bar is not the vibe for that.

- Wow Sarah , are you flirting with me ? I have the voice to cover Stevie ? Please , no.

Even if you wanted to protest the song choice , it was too late. Elvira literally jumped out of her seat and was already adding your name to the list. It’s not that you didn’t want to sing , you loved it , but now the pressure was on. What if they didn’t like how you sing it ? What if Pedro didn’t like it ? The moment you met him, you needed him to like you. Was that how you felt with all your past “little crush”? Once again, you were lost in your spinning mind.

Sarah brought you back to earth : - don’t worry , your voice is magical. She thought you were worried about your skills.

For the next hour, you mostly had to listen to bad singers , it was almost torture sometimes. Fortunately, the alcool was smoothly flowing , making it all more bearable. Even Pedro looked like he was having fun. Every time he laughed he immediately clung to the person who made the joke. Resting his head on their shoulder, reaching out to hold their arm or squeeze their tight just above the knee. You couldn’t help and match his energy, every single thing he said that made you laugh you touched his skin. His wrist, his bicep, his neck. You were too far into your gin tonic consumption to care what people would think of it, what he would think of it.

It was finally Oscar and Elvira’s turn to sing. They chose to sing the Dirty Dancing hit “time of my life”

Pedro was exasperated : damn they are so annoyingly cheesy.

That they were , but it was so adorable at the same time. Their love was radiating on stage. Elvira was indeed a bad singer , half dead cat would not be your choice of words, you were too polite for that. Oscar could hold a note , but he kept messing the lyrics of the song, they both laughed in their microphones when they missed a word. You and Sarah cheered for them like it was the most crucial sport event.

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Pedro was genuinely having fun. The running gag was that he hated karaoke, he did , but seeing his friends having fun was way more important to him than his hatred of bad singing. Elvira and Oscar were doing their thing on stage and he was impressed by their lack of self awareness. They massacred that poor song. He cheered for them anyways. They ended their performance by doing a little spinning dance move , it was disgusting how much they loved each other.

Pedro could hear you ask Sarah: Seriously Sarah , this kind of love really exists ? Or is it just for them?

Pedro felt a sting in his heart. He wondered why you didn’t believe it could exist? Wondered if someone hurt you in the past. He wasn’t really a big believer in love with a capital L himself , he didn’t really do relationships, but it wasn’t okay with him that you would have this kind of thoughts, that you would feel that way too. It felt unfair. Since he met you, he felt very protective of you. You were so sweet and kind.

Sarah : I think it exists , but theirs is definitely one of a kind.

Elvira was skipping her way to your table , still on her adrenaline high.

-We slayed it!!! Didn’t we ?

-Pedro pointed his right ear : Sorry , I can’t hear you , my ears are bleeding.

Elvira raised her two middle fingers at him and mouthed a very felt “fuck you P”.

Oscar came to his wife defense: you were perfect my love , I’m the one who forgot entire parts of the song. Pedro is just jealous that I didn’t slow dance with him on stage.

Pedro touched your shoulder : hey y/n ! I think it’s your turn. He watched you get up of your seat and walk towards the stage. You looked relaxed and confident. Maybe she really is a good singer he thought or maybe she’s just too tipsy to be bothered by any of this.

He followed your every step. He didn’t realize before that moment how little you were wearing tonight. Just a tiny lilac summer dress. Your legs, shoulders , cleavage , all exposed under the intense stage lights. Your dress was way too short for you to stand close to the edge of the stage. You were not that drunk, he saw you take a few steps back when you realized some creeps in the front were more than happy to look up your dress. You nodded to the host and the song began to play in the loud room.

Dreams was one of his favorite songs. He was a huge Fleetwood Mac and Stevie Nicks fan. Normally, he would dread the moment you would open your mouth to sign his favorite lyrics , but right now he was just curious. He was hypnotized by the way you swayed your hips to the beat. Those few seconds at the beginning of the song felt like minutes to him. Right before you parted your lips to sing your first note you looked at him and winked. He felt everything squeeze inside of him, like his heart stopped. He held his breath , hoping he wouldn’t have to lie to you later and pretend he liked your voice. He felt the urge to cover his ears to avoid to deal with that possibility. But then he heard you.

🎶 Now here you go again, you say you want your freedom

His body instinctively relaxed , but he had to listen more , just to be sure.

🎶 Well, who am I to keep you down?

The noise in the bar significantly went down.

🎶 It’s only right that you should play the way you feel it. But listen carefully to the sound of your loneliness.

- No fucking way ! That’s all Oscar could say looking at Sarah with a surprised expression in his face. Elvira was already clapping hard for you.

- Told you guys , an angel.

🎶 Like a heartbeat, drives you mad

That was his favorite lyric in the song , his jaw dropped slightly. Your voice was soft and smooth. It was definitely different from the original singer but it was beautiful. By the time your were at the chorus he was completely lost in your voice. Feeling the beat passing through the speakers and vibrating straight into his chest. The bar was quiet, everyone dropped their beer to drink at your words instead.

~Maybe he likes karaoke he thought , nooooooo, maybe he likes you. ~

It felt like he was gone for so long when you sang the last words.

🎶 Oh oh oh , you’ll know ….

The crowd went crazy when you finished. And then suddenly his feeling flipped and it felt like he didn’t really have time to enjoy your performance , it went by too fast.

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You smiled at your audience and did a little bow before exiting the stage. You were overwhelmed by the crowd’s reaction. You focused on your group of friends , walking back towards them with the biggest smile on your face. You did it , they liked it.

Elvira was the first one jumping in your arms , she was so excited.

-OMG Baby, you should sing for a living , that was amazing . I feel like I should pay you right now.

You laughed, she was exaggerating , but you were grateful for the compliment. Oscar was next, bowing before you.

- I surrender at your talent , queen of karaoke. El and I will give you our crowns.

Sarah sang proud and loud : I TOLD YOU GUYS!!!

Pedro looked at you with his big brown eyes and his bright smile and pulled you close to hug you. He whispered in your ear

- you almost made me cry.

You stayed in his arms for a while, he held you tight, his chin on your head.

The night slowly came to an end, the conversations began to be more sparse and you all agreed that it it was time to go back to your respective apartment. You went to bed feeling proud and feeling loved. You fell asleep trying to remember how it felt to have his arms wrapped around you.

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Pedro was lying in his bed , thinking about the night , about how he felt. What he felt wasn’t new to him, but it was something he didn’t feel for a long time. He didn’t let himself feel that way, he never let himself be in situation that could lead him to feeling that way. When did he let his guard down? That squishing feeling inside his stomach, he could not shake it off. He could not be in love ? It was just silly… He could not be in love just because you had the sweetest singing voice he ever heard ? That’s just stupid. He knew it wasn’t just that. Your hips, your lips, your skin, your eyes , your laugh, your smile.

- Fuck.

#pedro pascal #jose pedro balmaceda pascal #pedro pascal rpf #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal imagine #fluff

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hana-bobo-finch · 10 hours

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Assorted pikmin headcanons that I might end up deleting bc I definitely haven’t already posted enough today

• Most Hocotatians can’t grow facial hair. Those who can are greatly envied (even if it’s just a few scraggly hairs like the president)

• Hocotate is mostly desert. Because of this, hocotatians generally don’t need as much water as others.

• Yonny is. Extremely in love with dingo. But he still tries to be a good wingman when dingo’s trying to talk to shepherd cause even if he’s insane he’s a good friend

• Louie tries to zone out when olimar’s telling him “stories” (which are more just olimar’s train of thought) but ends up subconsciously retaining it all. He remembers more about olimar than olimar himself.

• Collin actually has social anxiety despite being the comms guy, ironically the only way he’s found that he can calm himself is to never stop talking. So he yaps. A lot.

• Yonny’s tried to tell dingo before that his disliking of dogs probably stems from some form of ptsd from the time he thought he was being attacked during a rescue. Dingo just bragged about it because he thought having trauma made him sound more “badass.” It did not. He was very confused when he got sympathy and not admiration.

• Olimar gets frustrated with Louie very easily, but keeps it hidden because Louie gets chastised by the other employees and the president a lot and olimar wants to be the one to help him instead of just yelling at him.

• Hocotate freight, despite being tasked with large shipping jobs, is a rather small company with barely any employees. There’s pretty much no experience needed other than a basic pilot’s license to get a job there because the president is so desperate for workers

• Louie doesn’t even have a pilot license. He only managed to get hired because his nana convinced the president to hire him because of his family’s lineage of renowned pilots.

• His nana didn’t even ask Louie before getting him hired. He was looking to get a fry cook job at a restaurant nearby to save up for culinary school. He just went with it because he didn’t want to disappoint her

• Collin is aroace. He doesn’t know it, he just thinks he’s “too busy” for sex and romance (am I just saying that bc I’m projecting onto him nooooo I would neeever do that)

• Koppaites generally age physically slower than most. Giyans? What’s it called uhh. People from giya tend to physically age faster. They both have roughly the same life expectancy, though

• it’s a common practice on most civilized planets for the people to dye their hair, as they all share the trait of usually greying quickly. Only hocotatians don’t do this, as they over time have developed hair that retains its color longer—although they have less of it

• Louie hates space travel. He gets motion sickness easily. Olimar, on the other hand, loves it, and likes to do tricks with his ship when flying like spinning around. Somehow that’s never been the cause of a crash, the worst that’s happened was just louie feeling sick

• dingo has low iron levels. I have nothing more to add it is just definitely true

• whenever Louie’s on pnf-404 by himself, he survives the creatures by just ignoring them. Turns out a lot of them aren’t inherently violent or have a taste for hocotatian. The ones that do attack can be defeated easily by giving them poisonous plants

• Many of the planets are more of dwarf planets, if even that. Only hocotate, koppai, Giya, and pnf 404 are larger. Most of them are tiny and in the same solar system, making them almost more akin to different countries or continents than entirely different planets

that is all for my yapping goodbye

#I AM SCARED OF DOING NORMAL FANDOM THINGS LIKE HCS I AM UNCOMFY #I don’t wanna tag all this but here goes #pikmin #pikmin headcanons #olimar pikmin #louie pikmin #dingo pikmin #yonny pikmin #Collin pikmin #aight that should be good enough

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spectral-kitkat · 1 month

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So… the Yuri on ice movie got cancelled…

I’m actually so fucking feral right now!

8 fucking years of nothing and then they drop a cancellation

Well done MAPPA you have fucked up royally on this one… probably one of the biggest fumbles in fandom history let’s be real!

YOI singlehandedly saved their fucking company but nooooo they got a bit too bigheaded with their 15 fucking shounen projects that the very fucking anime that put their name on the scene gets completely fucked over!!!

It’s actually fucking bullshit!

MAPPA didn’t deserve YOI and I wish them a very happy fuck you in all their future projects!

#imma go cry now #worst news so far of 2024 #yuri on ice #yoi #ice adolescence #yuri on ice movie #ice ado #get fucked #mappa

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littlerainyghoul · 6 months

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Sleepy Time Tea

My first agere fic <3

Pairings: Little Rain and Little Phantom and Caregiver Mountain

Words: 800

Mountain sat around in the greenhouse, enjoying the warmth it still provided despite that the sun had long set, when he spotted a Rain and Phantom running around. The light from outside now long gone, the glass encasing was filled with the gentle moonlight of the crescent moon. He put his mortar and pestle on his workstation table and turned around to the two.

“Hey, what gives guys, be quiet” Mountain spoke, irritation lounging in his voice.

“We are playing hide and seek, Mounty!!” Was Phantom’s excited chirp.

Mountain felt his face soften, the tension he was holding in his face whisked away, and he felt his lips curl into a smile.

“Ah, well, it’s quite late, little ones” he spoke, gentler.

“Nooooo. It’s not late” Rain protested, his tail wagging with delight. “Come on, Mountain, it's just a bit of fun. We promise to keep it down."

The earth ghoul chuckled at their enthusiasm, unable to resist the infectious energy of their playfulness. "Alright, alright how- “

“What are you doing, Mounty?” Phantom asked, pulling on his shirt

“I’m making some tea, little one, would you like some? I can teach you, if that would delight you?”

“Tea?!” Phantom jumped at the idea, his tail joining the swishing with Rain’s tail “Yes please Mounty!”

“Okay, little ones, how about we go get changed in something cosy, and I’ll make you some tea?” Mountain spoke, his chest rumbling with a comforting murmur.

The two ghouls scattered off, with Mountain following behind them.

“Okay Rainy, what would you like to wear?”

“Sharky!” Rainy whined, his voice breaking “I want sharky!”

“I want buggy!” Phantom responded.

“Do you mean the bat, little one?”

“Yes!!” Phantom flapped his hands in delight, clicking his tongue. Soon enough the little ghouls were clad in their onesies, Rainy was in his shark onesie, his curly hair covered with felt teeth, and Phantom danced around in his little bat one, the fabric dancing along with him, as he flapped and pranced with the wings.

“Raaar I’m a dinosaur!” Phantom spoke, excitedly.

“No you’re not!” Rain protested “You’re a bat!”

“I’m a flying dinosaur, Rainy!” Phantom spoke again, tears welling slightly in his eyes, as he lightly stomped his foot.

“Yes, you are, little one” Mountain chuckled, he gently ushered the two ghouls into the greenhouse once more, and with a flick of the light-switch the green house was now decked with gentle fairy lights all around, and a pleasant-warm ambient light, that protected their sensitive eyes from too much light.

Phantom, his bat wings flapping with excitement, exclaimed, "Mounty, what tea are you making?"

Mountain grinned down at them, his eyes twinkling. "We're making chamomile tea tonight, little ones. It's a special tea that helps you relax and sleep peacefully."

Phantom's eyes widened with curiosity. "Chamomile? Chamomile! Chamomile!” He jumped with delight as he repeated the word “Is it magic tea, Mounty?”

Mountain chuckled, "Not exactly magic, little bug, but it does have some special properties. It's known for its calming effects."

Rain, in his shark onesie, tugged at Mountain's shirt. "Can we help, Mounty? Please!"

Mountain nodded; his heart warmed by their enthusiasm. "Of course, little ones. Let's make it a team effort, you are all helpful and caring little ghouls after all.” He smiled as he spoke the words.

As the water bubbled in the kettle, Mountain directed the ghouls to pick the Chamomile flowers from a colourful jug. They inspected the delicate flowers with awe, with Rain declaring, "They look like little moons, Mounty!"

“Yes, they do, just like the moon in the sky today!” Mountain chuckled “smart ghoul”.

After carefully placing the chamomile tea bags into a teapot, Mountain poured hot water over them, filling the greenhouse with the soothing scent of chamomile.

Phantom, flapping his bat wings once more, could not keep his curiosity to himself as he asked, "How long do we wait?"

Mountain smiled, "About five minutes. It's like a little chamomile party in the pot."

The ghouls, unable to contain their excitement, chatted animatedly as they waited for the tea to steep. Mountain, his mortar and pestle momentarily forgotten, joined in their cheerful banter.

When the tea was ready, Mountain guided them through the process of removing the tea bags. Rain, his eyes wide, proceeded to somewhat yell, "Can we drink it now, Mounty?"

Mountain poured the fragrant chamomile tea into small teacups, the steam rising like a gentle mist. "Yes, little ones. But be careful, it's hot."

Phantom and Rain, cradled the warm teacups in their hands. Mountain, with a twinkle in his eye, suggested, "And if you like, you can add a bit of honey or sugar to make it even more delightful."

The little ghouls sipped the chamomile tea, their faces lighting up with joy. Phantom, his bat wings fluttering, declared, "It's like a warm hug in my tummy, Mounty!"

Mountain chuckled; the magical ambiance of the greenhouse enhanced by the shared warmth of chamomile tea. As they sipped and savoured the calming brew, the crescent moon outside seemed to smile down on their cozy gathering, turning the greenhouse into a haven of tranquility and connection.

“Mounty, I feel tired.”

#regressed ghouls #ghost fanfiction #ghost band agere #little rain ghoul #little phantom ghoul #safe for work #rain ghoul #phantom ghoul #ghost band #agere #age regression #safe for work age regression #littlerainyghoulwrites

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gojoest · 16 days

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SOME PPL SAY IT MAY BE A PROJECTION

NOOOOO 😭😭😭😭 i’m trying not to get my hopes up but kinda failing i really really want him back so bad 🥹 now we wait for confirmation 😔😔😔

#[ ai—mail ]#jjk leaks #jjk 260

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vermillioncrown · 8 months

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ands snippet: duck tolling and retrieving

as teased yesterday, the snippet on how vivienne meets tim, and how tim gets involved with the bats in this 'verse. tim accidentally noses his way into bat business and makes a mess. vivienne is the collateral and is not happy about it.

(tim is 11, jason is 13, dick is 18, bruce is early 30s and ros&vi are mid 30s)

if you guys spot cursed aughties teen fashion/styling choices -> @rozaceous and i made choices okay

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In a rush of sudden, sobering clarity, Vivienne stands up from the table. "I need to make a call." She glares down at the preteen across the table and adds, "Don't run. You won't like it if I have to chase you down again."

Her captive audience nods, long bangs flopping comically with his vigorous motion. Wide baby blue eyes, looking at most 100 lbs sopping wet, still clutching his skateboard in a death grip—Timothy Jackson Drake would pass as a commonplace patron of Robinson Park. Innocuous. Benign. But the trouble he's caused her over the past month…

Right. That's why it was on sight for her as she was driving off for lunch break. But it's also a reminder that she doesn't often let her temper get the best of her, despite the naysayers at the office. She's curt and all business, and the type of work that's under her purview doesn't tolerate carelessness. Every action is carefully considered and executed to the best of her ability.

And this fucking teenybopper, this little skater boy, almost ruined everything.

Even so, her reaction was admittedly…rash.

"So, I might have done something rash," she says as such to Ros as soon as her girlfriend picks up the phone.

"You’re lucky I’m in between clients and you have ten minutes until I’m at Marius’s place.” Despite the snappy comment, Ros isn’t mad. Little chuckles come out naturally with her exhales as she walks. “Which closet do we need to clear out now? Can you fit everything into the car?”

“What? I’m not keeping a child in a closet!”

“—what?”

“—huh?”

Vivienne stops. Finds herself at a loss for words with the complete overshoot of the conversation’s trajectory.

“Go on—you have me piqued. Why do you have to put a child in a closet?” She pauses for dramatic effect, letting Vivienne stew. “Which, by the way, is not where we put children.”

“Okay, this phone call was…kinda rash, then,” Vivienne admits.

“Well, you’ve got me now, no take backs.”

“Okay, fine—I saw him.”

“Him?”

“The Termite.”

“…no. Nooooo, Vi, don’t—he—he’s still whole and healthy, yes?!”

“I’m already in a fucking metric ton of hot flaming garbage, I’m not adding homicide into the mess!” Vivienne hisses. She glances back through the crack of the door, view to the table clear where Drake—the Termite of her life, as they’ve been calling him for the last three weeks of this debacle—is still sitting like someone glued him to his seat. “…it could be aggravated assault if his parents catch wind.”

“Vi, I was joking, please tell me you’re joking.”

“He’s fine. Just rumpled from some. Um. Manhandling.”

Ros doesn’t say anything for a minute. But Vivienne knows her well enough to know that she knows Vivienne well enough to know exactly what happened.

Weeks of internal investigation, legal red tape, forced paid leave, all devices checked and wiped…it all forms the toxic legal mire that’s export control and proprietary information being so blatantly compromised. Important projects due for a midterm review halted. Possible lawsuits if collaboration was involved with certain data. The budget—

Forget the corporate throat-slitting some of the other D-Suites and ladder climbers are trying to leverage with this incident—annoying but ultimately, being the equivalent of Lucius’s favored workplace poodle means he’ll swat away all detractors. She won’t lose her position and it’s not like she cares to climb any higher.

But the indignity of the damage done from the harebrained plot of a fucking kid, to her—

That he targeted her and her device for some incomprehensible reason and fucking managed—

It’s like someone knocking on her front door, her opening to answer it in good faith, and they rush in to pee on the carpet before anyone would have the wherewithal to stop them.

What is anyone supposed to do in that situation? How is someone supposed to feel after that?!

She saw him ditching class at the skate park, like he didn’t have a single worry in his little puffball bobblehead brain, and admittedly lost her shit. He’s lucky she only scruffed him—she could have strung him up by his oversized crew neck sweater sleeves and tied him into a knapsack instead.

…a fucking emo kid skater boy, with the quintessential TWLOHA crew neck, managed to hack into her fucking laptop. The audacity.

“…That’s aggravated assault, yes.” Ros’s voice breaks through the current wave of anger.

Vivienne lets out a frustrated whine in response. They both let the situation sink in for a moment as they consider their next moves. It takes more than a minute but the mutual silence is productive.

“Well, he must be terrified out of his goddamn mind right now,” Ros brings the conversation back, tone forcibly casual.

“You’d immediately fall for his ‘I’m baby’ wet eyes if you were here,” Vivienne says. The quipping grounds her, brings her back to focused assessment.

Ros laughs and it makes her feel better immediately. “Considering Kevin fears for his immortal toad-shaped soul every time you breathe around him and you actually like him, the Termite might count himself lucky to escape with life and limb intact.”

Huh. That…might be the play here.

“Of course, just a talking-to, and then I’ll send him on his way,” Vivienne promises. “Being that he nearly got away with what he did, I don’t think he understands that he’s bitten off more than he can chew. It’s only fair that someone tells him.”

“Yeah, it could be worse next time—skipping grades straight to Yale,” Ros agrees.

“All Yale, no Yob.” Vivienne’s chest feels lighter. It’ll be fine. “Okay, thanks for picking up. I’ll see you tonight?”

“Won’t be too late. Oh, and I’m sending the cavalry with the expensive lawyers your way.”

“Oh Jesus, no—”

“—bye!” And Ros hangs up.

Vivienne looks at her phone. She has…twenty minutes to an hour to impart the fear of god and federal-level criminal repercussions without outwardly threatening a twelve-year-old. In a public, if secluded, restaurant.

At least she asked for private seating?

Whatever, she’s worked with less. Vivienne rolls her neck, hears the satisfying crack, breathes in deep, and puts her Workplace Smile on before making her way back to where she’s left the Termite.

===

“You vibrating the car isn’t going to make us go faster,” Dick calls out peevishly. “Are you auditioning for the Flash?”

“Shut up, Dickiebird. I’m worried about Aunt Vi,” Jason snaps back. He does stop shaking his leg, though.

Dick’s worried, too, which is why he’s trying to concentrate on the road—traffic picks up earlier on Fridays, and he doesn’t need to add a car accident on top of extracting Aunt Vi from a possible lawsuit, on top of the information security compromise she’s currently dealing with. Jason’s obnoxious frosted tips keep distracting him in the periphery every time he turns his head, looking out the windows like he can mentally will the car to teleport.

Why the hell did Aunt Vi egg Bruce on to let Jason do that to himself? And why the hell did Aunt Ros not stop either of them?

…if Aunt Vi goes to jail for murdering a kid, justified anger or not, none of these questions will be answered, and though Aunt Ros is a deft hand with Bruce she’s not the one that wrangles the Batman.

Jokes aside, he’s not as worried as Jason because Aunt Vi’s not the type to get violent, even if her demeanor is like a psychic aura that inflicts fear based on proximity. It’s not like she beats people up, even at her workplace where her subordinates scuttle like little bugs around her. She doesn’t even swat at Bruce when he’s pissing her off, despite having the stones to jab her finger into his chest plate as she reams him out for fucking up the Batmobile’s suspensions again.

But she’s usually in control or a position of power. She’s never been made to lose her cool; at least, not while Dick’s been around to see or hear about it. This is the first time she’s been brought this low—even when Bruce was bleeding out all over her that night, Aunt Ros performing first aid on panicked autopilot, Aunt Vi was coolly deciding their next move to get Bruce to safety unnoticed. She had no qualms plucking the control fob for the Batmobile from him and told him to, “Sit the hell down, boy—that car’s more mine than His Dark Grace’s, with the amount of man-hours I’ve put in.”

(And he did sit the hell down at that tone.)

Little Timothy Drake did a number on her; Dick can’t help but feel guilty for not nipping it properly in the bud when they first met. He’s still not sure what to make of the kid. It’d be easy to write him off as an obsessed thrill-seeker, one of those nuts on the conspiracy boards he checks every so often…but what he did goes beyond the risk and effort for those types. From Aunt Vi’s recounting and Bruce’s investigation, it’s most likely that Timothy swapped her USB dongle for a fake one—a ducky—when he was visiting Drake Industries on the day she was meeting with the Drakes themselves. From that, he brute-forced connected to her laptop and was able to hold her device hostage unless she heard him out.

Aunt Vi’s never the type to let herself get pressed. She immediately shut it all down and turned her everything over to WayneTech’s IT department, which then got their internal affairs department involved. If only that was the end of that—she explained, with forced patience to Jason’s naive questioning, that she might also be in trouble with federal regulations because of the type of projects she has her hands in and what data might be compromised from the incident. And then because she’s private sector, IP laws and proprietary rights might be involved as well. So, the legal department was now involved as well as law enforcement.

“But you didn’t give the hacker anything?!” Jason was indignant on her behalf.

“Doesn’t matter. Compromised is compromised. I’d be facing federal prison if I didn’t report it and something got traced back to me.” She looked exhausted, despite being two weeks in on her forced paid leave while Lucius Fox put out fires on her behalf. “This is serious shit, Jason. Can’t just yell or punch it away.”

It took a few days for Bruce and Dick, off the books, to establish with high confidence—based on scant security footage, careful questioning, and timetable corroborations—that a kid literally walked into the meeting room of his parents’ company, plugged something in, and walked right out. The laptop has already been scrapped by IT so they couldn’t trace the connection to confirm. But there was enough circumstantial evidence, along with hints that Timothy knew their identities when they met, that this was some desperate attempt to get into contact with Gotham’s nocturnal denizens.

He sure has what he wanted, now. Bruce looked into everything—him, his parents, their dealings, contacts, family friends, family history, his nannies, hired help. Janet and Jack Drake, with Drake Industries in a bit of hot water, started arranging discreet shipping services for certain families with points of contact in Gotham. Likely, something about that situation spooked the kid into asking for help in all the wrong ways.

Thing is—Aunt Vi’s collateral. There are a few things she’ll admit to hating with a passion: unnecessary collateral (with that, wastefulness), ungratefulness, and cockroaches dead or alive. What she’ll never admit to hating: Dick’s hair (he’s working on it, it just needs a little time), being caught off-guard, and needing to ask for help. Here, she’s their collateral, caught off-guard in the worst way, she needs their help, and this could have all been avoided if they took a direct approach earlier. Aunt Vi doesn’t do upset well, so she gets angry. And she doesn’t like getting angry, so it makes her angrier.

She doesn’t have an outlet right now. All she has had to do for two weeks was to sit with her anger and think. She’s really good at thinking hard, and even better at acting decisively when she’s done.

Oh jeez…last Bruce heard from Aunt Ros, the kid’s still alive. Dick prays it stays that way.

===

They pull into the valet parking lot of the restaurant given by the address. Both him and Jason give it a once over, make eye contact, and come to the same conclusion: it’s too nice of a place for Aunt Vi to lose her shit in. Homicide is looking less likely with each passing minute. As for Timothy’s mental state—jury’s still out on that one.

It takes a bit of name-dropping to get the maître d' to lead them to the private dining parlor where Aunt Vi and her victim are seated. The main dining room isn’t too busy at the moment and none of the patrons look perturbed. That means no yelling or hysterics thus far. When they reach the parlor and the maître d' smartly dismisses himself to get more waitstaff, Dick can finally see the situation. Jason sucks in a breath through his teeth.

“Early dismissal today?” Aunt Vi dabs the corners of her mouth with the serviette before facing them. Yikes—she has that smile on. “You two must be hungry, then. Come sit; keep Little Timothy company.”

Dick doesn’t know a single kid over the age of seven that would tolerate being called ‘Little’ the way Aunt Vi does. Contrary to that, Luke’s his age and bitches non-stop about Aunt Vi condescending him, yet he’s the first to ask “how high?” if she orders everyone to jump (he also takes everything she says as gospel, but that’s neither here nor there). In the same way, Timothy looks like a bug subjected to the sun under a magnifying glass, writhing and dying under her considering gaze. Not that he’s actually dying at the table—it’s just the terrified misery on his face, and the way he squirms without showing signs of wanting to bolt. It’s like he can’t bring himself to even think of fleeing.

Aunt Vi, on the other hand, is back to her regular polish and cool affect. Lipstick without a single smudge, hair pinned, business wear tailored to the millimeter. She looks untouchable and far from the wanness of just a few days ago. That smile, in particular, means nothing good for the recipient. It’s not a happy smile; in fact, it’s not a smile at all—the expression is the socially acceptable version of a predator baring their fangs before going for the throat.

Nonetheless, he and Jason immediately take their seats. It should seem like the two of them are flanking Timothy on Aunt Vi’s behalf, but it feels more like ‘her half of the table’ and ‘their half of the table.’ Dick catches her once-over of both him and Jason, the micro-expressions of judgment before flattening, and then she reaches over to baby Jason.

“You’ll like this,” she says like it’s a foregone conclusion, neatly cutting up a portion of the fish on her plate and placing it on Jason’s. “If not, there’s another dish that’ll sit well with you until dinner.”

“I’m not being starved,” Jason protests, but he immediately picks up his fork and eats what she puts on his plate.

“And you”—Dick freezes when she turns to him—”eat a fruit and get some sunlight. Did you find your true calling as a ninja turtle up in New York?” She says ‘New York’ with the typical Gothamite sneer that’s now noticeable after being back in town.

Her comment, however, makes his face immediately heat up out of his control. But he still tries to do what he came here for; if it wasn't for Bruce's literal cracked ribs, Dick wouldn't bother being 'delegated'. “Uh, Aunt Vi, B sent us to help you out?” The way his voice cracks at the end makes him want to wince.

Jason snickers and Dick kicks him from across the table.

“No need. It’s Little Timothy that needs your help, rather,” she says, turning her gaze onto the kid in question. He looks at them with the comically bug-eyed expression that combines the remnant of fear, incredulity, and quiet awe. “If you’ll tell them what you told me?” She gives him an expectant look.

Timothy rattles off on command. Thankfully, they’ve been looking into the Drakes recently, otherwise the deluge of information that spills out of him would be a mess to keep up with. Most of what he says has been covered by their investigation, some bits add more context, and it turns out the Drakes’ lives are in more danger than their outside perspective showed.

And damn, does this kid get around.

“Very good,” Aunt Vi stops him. “I’ll leave it in your capable hands,” she tells Dick—who feels himself automatically straightening his posture—and then looks down at her watch. “Lunch ran later than I wanted. Make sure Little Timothy gets home. He could do with more supervision.” She gets up from the table and pushes in her chair, grabbing her handbag from the console table by the parlor door. “Feel free to order more if you’re hungry, it’s on my tab. And Little Timothy”—the kid snaps up at the address—”remember to tell your parents.”

“Y-Yes, Ma’am!”

The three of them wait until the clacking of her heels disappear once far enough into the main dining space, and both Dick and Jason turn towards Timothy. He shrinks back at the sudden attention.

“I’m really sorry,” he blurts out, looking miserable and contrite. “Ms. Yang said I caused a lot of trouble that could have made things worse for me, and I really didn’t mean to—”

“—kid, it’s fine—”

“—I just needed help,” he ends his verbal vomit on that browbeaten note.

Dick and Jason give each other discreet looks.

“We know, we’re gonna help,” Jason says. “It’s taken a bit of time, but we have a plan, okay?” He then peruses the spread on their table. “We should get dessert.”

“I’m down,” Dick says with a shrug. “And then let’s get you home, Timothy?”

“…Tim,” he mumbles.

“Tim—pick whatever dessert you want, and I’ll take you home, alright?” Dick coaxes the kid. “Don’t want your parents to worry.”

Jason perks up. “Right…wait, what did Aunt Vi want with your parents?” He gives Dick a quick look. “Thought she just told us to ‘handle it.’”

The distress that was slowly ebbing away with Aunt Vi’s departure suddenly wells up again on Tim’s face. He looks completely beside himself.

“She, uh, some—something about an internship? At WanyeTech.” Tim doesn’t look like he knows enough details to explain. “Which is really cool, don’t get me wrong, but I don’t know what—” he clams up again. It’s apparent he has no idea what to make of anything and looks to be giving himself a huge headache with trying to detangle his thoughts. “Aren’t I in a huge boatload of trouble? I already messed up with the laptop, what if I mess up on this internship?” His hands grab at his hair. “I don’t think I’m allowed to say no if I’m being offered an internship like that?”

“Sixth graders don’t get offered internships,” Dick says slowly. “And why do you even know about them?”

“My parents talk about them a lot,” Tim explains, tone still miserable and panicked. “And I know—so maybe I’m still in trouble and Ms. Yang is going to set me up to get in trouble because she already knows—”

Jason’s expression says it all: ‘Forget I asked.’

Dick agrees. Whatever Aunt Vi did to lecture poor Tim Drake—she now lives as a rent-free boogeyman in his mind. Come what may, that’s not his business anymore. As long as Tim’ll make it life and limb intact, that’s all Dick is able to handle.

===

end summary:

tldr vivienne points out exactly the shitload of trouble tim's hacking could have gotten him into, especially because he got caught. she's also dissecting his whole plan and ripping it (and his fragile preteen ego) to shreds the entire time.

bc tim actually is a smart freak and vivienne's been around enough of these smart freaks to know you can't ignore them, the 'internship' is more like summer camp + keeping tim out of trouble + her fixating on his thought processes and going "no. wrong. do better."

the hacking investigation does go away, was hairy for a bit

he ends up following her around like a little duck, coupled with the ducky and his last name, ros nicknames him 'duckie', he doesn't end up caping in this 'verse. runs comms and ops, tho

dick to luke fox: lol aunt vi's replaced you

dick, later: i did not mean to make a 17yo start beefing with an 11yo

#verm bits #on ands #phd-verse #folie a deux #roz is the one that decided to give jason frosted tips #every one of these teenage boys will go through a phase and there will be photos to blackmail them later #dick has an unkempt mullet rn and ros and vi bitch about it at night #''that fucking hair'' ''i want to shave him'' ''he can do what he wants but the split ends--that boy...''#it's great bc everything about ands is an inversion to the main 'verses #or there are overarching bits that show up one way or another in the different AUs #korvin gets tim w a ducky #tim gets vivienne w a ducky #vivienne makes it an awkward lunch #vs korvin's awkward birthday lunch

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