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pucksandpower · 3 months

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The Girlfriend Test

Lando Norris x girlfriend!Reader

Summary: no new LN merch is deemed ready for sale unless it passes the girlfriend test (or in which you are Lando’s favorite hoodie thief and the sight of another driver’s brand on you drives him just a little bit crazy)

You hear the front door open and close, followed by the sounds of Lando rummaging around in the entryway. “Babe, I’m home!” He calls out.

You’re curled up on the couch in his latest hoodie design, a soft charcoal grey number with black sleeves and his LN logo embroidered over the heart.

“In here!” You reply. Lando comes into the living room and smiles when he sees you wearing his new creation.

“Well hello there, hoodie thief,” he says, leaning down to give you a quick peck on the lips before flopping down on the couch next to you. “So I see you found my newest sample.”

You grin and snuggle further into the super soft fleece. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. This is my hoodie now.”

Lando laughs and tugs lightly on the hood. “Oh is it now? I could’ve sworn this was a prototype I brought home from my design meeting a few days ago.”

“Nope, definitely mine,” you say cheekily. “It’s so cozy I don’t think I can ever take it off.”

“In that case, I guess it passes the girlfriend test with flying colors,” Lando declares. At your confused look, he elaborates. “Oh, I never told you about the girlfriend test? I can’t launch a new LN design until you have stolen it out of my closet. That’s how I know for sure it’s comfy enough for my fans.”

You raise an eyebrow in amusement. “You’re telling me every hoodie so far has passed this supposed test?”

“You got it,” Lando grins. “I’ll leave the samples laying around and if you end up snagging one and wearing it all the time, I know it’s prime merchandise.”

You think back and realize it’s true — Lando’s hoodies have a habit of migrating into your wardrobe. The papaya one is your go-to for grocery store runs. The tie-dye version is your favorite for lazy Sundays. Even the bold purple hoodie he released last month has already earned a permanent place on your desk chair.

“So you mean to tell me this was all part of your master plan?” You ask in mock offense. “And here I thought I was sneakily stealing your comfiest clothes.”

“Baby, if I really didn’t want you wearing my stuff, I wouldn’t make it so tempting to take,” Lando says sincerely, wrapping an arm around you. “But it makes me so happy to see you in my designs, wearing my brand.”

You cuddle into his shoulder. “That’s really sweet, babe.”

“Anything for my number one fan and favorite hoodie model,” he says, planting a kiss on the top of your head.

You snuggle together in contented silence for a few minutes, your head tucked perfectly under his chin.

“So, how was the simulator today?” You ask. “Get some good practice in for Monza this weekend?”

Lando nods. “Yeah, had a really solid session. Tweaked a few things with the setup that I think will help with the low downforce.”

“Nice,” you say. “Maybe another podium this week?”

“We’ll see,” Lando replies. “Ferrari looked quick in Spa so it could be tough. But I feel good going into the weekend.”

“Well, I know you’ll kill it babe,” you say supportively. Lando smiles gratefully and pulls you closer.

“But anyway, enough about F1. How was your day off?” He asks.

You launch into a recap of your relaxed day — sleeping in, catching up on chores, and working on some creative projects you’ve had on the backburner. Lando listens intently, asking questions and commenting on the new songs and recipes you’re dying to try. The conversation flows easily, as it always does between you two.

Before you know it, Lando’s stomach rumbles loudly and you both crack up. “I guess that means it’s dinnertime,” you say, checking your phone. “Pizza sound good?”

“You read my mind,” Lando replies. While you call in the usual order from your favorite local pizza joint, Lando queues up Netflix and scrolls through options for tonight’s viewing.

Thirty minutes later you’re back on the couch, the coffee table littered with pizza boxes and cans of soda. Lando hits play on an episode of Brooklyn Nine-Nine and you settle in, toes tucked under his legs to stay cozy.

You’re only halfway through the episode when you feel Lando’s gaze on you. You turn and find him staring at you wearing his newest hoodie creation, a small smile on his lips.

“What’s that look for?” You ask around a mouthful of pizza.

Lando shakes his head, the smile growing wider. “Nothing really. Just thinking about how lucky I am.”

You tilt your head curiously and he continues. “I have my dream job, getting to race cars for a living. And then I come home to you and … I don’t know. It just feels really good. Like everything is kind of falling into place.”

You set down your pizza slice and cuddle up to him. “Aww babe. That’s so sweet.” You give him a greasy kiss on the cheek. “I’m the lucky one you know. I get to see you living your dream every day. And then I get to be here to celebrate the wins with you and cheer you up after the tough days. It’s pretty amazing.”

Lando wraps both arms around you in a hug. “Love you so much,” he says softly.

“Love you more,” you whisper back, your head tucked perfectly under his chin once again.

***

The next evening, you’re sprawled across the bed browsing on your phone when you hear Lando come home.

“Honey, I’m home!” He calls out in a sing-song voice. You grin, expecting him to come give you a kiss. But instead you hear his footsteps stop abruptly.

“Babe, what … is that?” Lando asks slowly.

You look up confused. “What do you mea-”

Then you spot what he’s staring at in horror: the soft teal hoodie you’re wearing with an embroidered Enchanté logo across the front.

“Oh this?” You say casually. “It’s from Daniel’s new merch drop. The fleece is so soft, I couldn’t resist snagging one.”

Lando’s jaw drops open. “You … you bought a hoodie? From a competing merch brand?”

You stifle a laugh at how seriously Lando is taking this. “Well yeah, you gotta support your friends right? And I told you how comfy it looked in his posts.”

Lando just blinks slowly, looking utterly betrayed. You almost feel bad for riling him up.

“Babe, come on, don’t look at me like that! You know I’m your number one fan.” You get up and go to hug him, but Lando dodges you.

“Nope. No hugs until that … that enemy hoodie comes off,” he says dramatically.

Now you really have to hold back your laughter. “Lando, don’t be silly.”

But he crosses his arms and sticks his chin up. “I’m dead serious, Y/N. My own girlfriend, wearing another man’s merch!” He shakes his head in despair.

You bite your lip, trying not to smile at his antics. Time to have some more fun with this.

“Well if you’re going to be like that, maybe I’ll just keep it on,” you say nonchalantly, snuggling back into the ridiculously soft fleece.

Lando’s eyes go wide. “You wouldn’t dare!”

You raise your eyebrows challengingly. “Try me.”

You stare each other down for a few tense moments, before Lando huffs loudly.

“Fine then. Desperate times call for desperate measures.” And with that ominous statement, he lunges forward and lifts you up, tossing you over his shoulder.

“Lando!” You shriek through laughter. “Put me down!”

But he marches down the hall determinedly, you still slung over his shoulder. He brings you into the living room and gently tosses you onto the couch. Before you can react, he rips the Enchanté hoodie up over your head in one swift move.

“Lando!” You squeal, trying to reach for the hoodie, but he’s quicker. In a flash, he has the offending article of clothing in his grip.

“How could you bring this … this enemy propaganda into our home?” Lando accuses dramatically. He holds the hoodie between two fingers like it’s contaminated.

You have to press a hand over your mouth to contain your giggles. Lando looks utterly scandalized at the sight of you in his rival’s merch.

“I’m sorry babe, but you left me no choice,” Lando says solemnly. And with that, he crosses the room, opens the fireplace, and tosses the hoodie in.

You gasp loudly. “Lando Norris, did you just burn my hoodie?”

“I had to protect the sanctity of this home! Can’t have you falling for another man’s branding,” Lando exclaims. But you can see his facade cracking as he fights back a smile of his own.

You get up from the couch and poke him in the chest. “You’re absolutely ridiculous, you know that?”

Lando grins sheepishly. “Maybe. But you love me.”

You roll your eyes but can’t fight back your own smile. “Debatable at the moment,” you joke.

Lando pouts and gives you his best puppy dog eyes. “Come onnnn, you know I’m your favorite driver.”

You pretend to think about it for a moment. “Hmm well Daniel does give the best hugs ...”

“Hey!” Lando exclaims and tackles you into a bear hug. You dissolve into giggles as he squeezes you tight and sways you back and forth.

“Nope, absolutely not allowed,” he declares, still holding you captive.

You lean back to look up at him with a smile. “Oh yeah? And why’s that?”

“Because you’re my girl and I don’t share,” Lando states matter-of-factly. His eyes are soft now as he gazes down at you.

You feel your heart melt a little. You stand on your tiptoes to give him a sweet kiss. “You’re right, I’m all yours Lando.”

His answering smile is dazzling. But then a thought seems to occur to him and a grin spreads across his face.

In one smooth motion, he strips off the neon green hoodie he’s wearing, leaving just a black t-shirt underneath. Before you can react, he pulls it down over your head, enveloping you in soft fleece that smells like him.

“There. That’s better,” Lando declares satisfied.

You snuggle happily into Lando’s worn hoodie, his warmth still lingering in the fabric. Looking down, you recognize it as the exclusive design he wore constantly last season.

Lando’s eyes crease with happiness as he looks at you swimming in his hoodie. “That’s my girl,” he says softly, pulling you close again.

You nuzzle into his chest, perfectly content.

“Am I forgiven for my momentary lapse in loyalty?” You ask cheekily, peering up at him.

Lando pretends to consider this for a moment. “Hmmm, I guess I can let it slide this one time,” he teases back. “But only because you look so damn cute in my clothes.”

You smile and tighten your arms around him. You sway together slowly, Lando humming tunelessly under his breath. The fireplace crackles gently beside you.

After a few moments, Lando speaks again, his voice quiet. “You know I was only joking around before, right? You can wear whatever you want babe.”

You lean back to meet his gaze. His brown eyes are warm but serious now.

You touch his cheek softly. “Of course I know that Lando. Your hoodies might be the comfiest, but they’re not the only clothes I own.”

Lando nods, looking relieved that you understand. “I just never want you to feel like you have to choose between me and your own style or interests.” His voice is earnest. “I want you to always feel free to be yourself.”

Your heart swells at his words. You reach up and kiss him tenderly. When you pull back, Lando is smiling again.

“Thanks babe,” you say. “That really means a lot to me. And same to you, obviously.”

Lando grins. “Of course, it’s you and me against the world! Oh, and McLaren against the other teams,” he adds cheekily.

You laugh and snuggle back into his chest. “Yes, McLaren over all,” you agree, just to make him happy.

“That’s my girl,” Lando says again, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

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marlenesluv · 4 months

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lando + babysitting his drunk girlfriend

note: i love this sm. as someone that is usually the one babysitting my friends, this would melt my heart if someone did that for me fr, and lando would 100% be the one. also feel free to send headcannon ideas! :)

type: headcannon

۵ about every few weeks or so, you went out with the other wags to go clubbing without your boyfriends. yes, you loved your boyfriends, but they loomed and interfered quite a bit.

۵ so going out as a group was easier, not to mention that you all wanted to gossip.

۵ you told lando you were going with charlotte, isa, lily, carmen, kika, kelly, and laila. which was a bigger group than normal. usually it was just you, charlotte, isa, and kika, but everyone else was free!

۵ like always, you sent lando the location of the club, and turning on live location as well, just in case.

۵ while you were out with your girls, getting absolutely shitfaced, lando was at home watching friends reruns to try to ease his mind.

۵ lando knew you needed to go out with your friends without him, and he was fine with that, he just wanted you to be safe, and when you’re drunk?… you never know.

۵ after about five shots and four martinis, you knew you were drunk, too drunk to drive, and so was everyone else.

۵ at around 3am, kika called pierre and he came and picked her up, along with charlotte since he had been hanging out with charles.

۵ at 3:30am, lily threw up once in the bathroom as you called alex, “hey! alexxxx!!!!” you spoke, holding lilys hair back for her.

۵ alex knew from your voice that you were calling because lily was too drunk to uber, he didn’t think that was safe. so he came and got her.

۵ kelly and laila left before at 1:30am, claiming they had work in the morning. so all that remained was you, isa, and carmen.

۵ lando had been pacing around the living room as oscar loaded up another game of call of duty, trying to get landos mind to ease up.

۵ finally, lando just left oscar at his house, grabbing his keys, a hoodie for you, some comfy uggs, and driving to the club to get you.

۵ after about twenty minutes of him resisting your attempts to get him to stay and drink, you were sat in the passenger seat of his mclaren as he drove home, his hoodie on you and your uggs now on, a nice change from the four inch heels you had on.

۵ oscar had left earlier, knowing that lando would just want to be alone with you and take care of you.

۵ when you arrived to the house, lando opened your door for you, helping you to the front door and taking you shoes off for you and helping you sit down on the couch.

۵ at first, you’re very drunk, slurring words and giggling, but once you calm down, you’re just tired, and you want your boyfriend.

۵ constant sweet guidance:

۵ “sit down, sweetheart. i’ll get you a water.”

۵ “take these advil for me, hm? can you do that? there you go, thank you, love.” and gives you a little forehead kiss as he goes and makes you toast.

۵ and when you need to throw up, lando is pattering his feet right behind you on the way to the bathroom.

۵ he holds your hair back in a make-shift ponytail, rubbing your back and whispering to you to try and soothe you.

۵ after that, he gets you more advil and puts it by the bed in case you need some when you wake up, as well as new ice water in your water bottle.

۵ he makes sure that you eat, even if it’s just dry cereal or some cheese cubes. the last thing he wants is you with an empty stomach and having the potential of being sick again :(

۵ when he crawls into bed, he turns your favorite show on as you cuddle into his side, playing with his hoodie strings as his hands comb through your hair.

۵ “how are you feeling, pretty girl?” lando would ask, looking down at you as you shrug, “m’ok. thank you for taking care of me lan.”

۵ lando would smile, “i love taking care of you, now let’s go to sleep. wake me up if you need anything, okay?” you nod

۵ ‘i love you’s are exchanged as you both fall asleep.

۵ all and all, lando is the most sweet, endearing, and protective bf, especially when you’re drunk. he just wants you to be safe, and make sure you are comfortable.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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risuola · 6 months

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▶ CATORU — stealing Suguru's clothes just feels natural, they're comfy and cozy and they smell like him, but thing is - his hoodies are black... and Satoru's hair is white.

contents: fluff; college!au, roommates, polyamorous relationship — 1k words

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“Geez, you really need to brush that cat out,” your best friend commented, plucking a white hair off your black hoodie once you dropped down onto the couch next to her placing the wine glasses, totally not regular glasses, and a bottle on the table. You invited her for the first time after you moved into the new apartment. It was a celebration of your new place, successfully passed exams and just a nice opportunity to catch up on life.

“Cat?” You looked at her; confusion apparent in your eyes and she pointed at the hairs in her fingers, few short, snow-white strands that she collected from you and surroundings. It wasn’t unusual – you had a habit of stealing Suguru’s clothes (and they are usually black), and Gojo has a habit of nuzzling into you, demanding head scratches so it’s only natural that his white hairs stick to you and are quite visible. “Ah, that cat. Yeah, I really need to brush him out. Or maybe I’ll just shave him, I don’t know yet.”

The thought made you giddy inside, it really cracked you up. Before that, you never realized that your friend had no idea what kind of relationship you are in. You never hid it from her, you openly told her about the three of you doing things together, but somehow, the possibility of you sharing your life with Suguru and Satoru at the same time flew over her head. You also are quite openly affectionate with both of your boys, but it’s possible that once your friend saw you kissing Geto, she automatically categorized your interactions with Gojo as purely friendly. You were not even sure if she ever had a chance to see you with your white-haired princess.

“It’s cute you and Geto took a white kitten. It’s because of Gojo, right?” She smiled cutely, throwing the hairs away as you poured her some of the cheap prosecco.

“Yeah, the kitten is definitely reminding us of Satoru.” You laughed softly, taking your own glass to your lips. “Our little Catoru.”

“Awww, that’s adorable,” she squealed, savoring the taste of pinkish liquid. “How is he dealing with it, by the way?”

“Dealing with what?”

“You know, how’s Gojo dealing with the fact you stole his best friend? I was wondering, is he okay with you being and living with Suguru? They are pretty much joined at the hip.” She was curious, genuinely, and you can tell she really has no clue, so you decided to play along.

“I mean, Satoru is doing great, you don’t need to worry.”

“’ts good,” your bestie exhaled with some kind of relief, and you couldn’t shake off the amusement off your shoulders. You wondered how she would react to the revelation of your polyamorous relationship. Would she be surprised? In your eyes, it was only natural to accept both Satoru and Suguru into your life, the boys are inseparable, you couldn’t date one without dating the other. That was just the way it is, the packaged deal, the law of nature if you will. “Is your boyfriend home?”

“Sugu? He has martial arts training today. Will be back later. Don’t worry about it, okay? You’re my guest,” you reassured her and the conversation went smoothly from that point. You talked a little about everything, about college, about teachers and recent exams, about love life and your recent dates.

“Is Gojo always third-wheeling you two?” She asked when you were telling her about your last movie night. The one that got all three of you deadly backpain afterwards because you all fell asleep on the couch in a position that even got Suguru and his super trained, stretched and fit body suffering. It’s better not to recall how you and Satoru felt.

“Sometimes I feel like I am third-wheeling them,” you laughed, “but yea, we’re actually–“

“Can I see the cat?” Your friend cut you off, suddenly all excited. “God, I completely forgot about him, can I see that fluffball?”

“Oh, I’m pretty sure the cat is sleeping and you know, that fluffball gets grumpy when woken up.”

“Pleeeaaaase, I promise, I won’t wake it up. I just want to see the little Catoru, he must be adorable.”

With an exhale you decided to give in. You knew Satoru had a rough night, he got back home in the morning after a visit at his parents’ house and you know his family can be pretty distressing. Now he’s probably sleeping it off, but just a quick visit shouldn’t hurt. With that thought you took your friend to your bedroom.

“Just please, don’t scream, okay? He’s dead tired.” You half-whispered, before opening the doors. She nodded and you peeked inside, just to make sure the cat wasn’t sprawled naked on the bed or something and once sure that it’s safe, you walked in, carefully placing your steps to make as little noise as possible.

Satoru was sleeping, tightly cocooned in blankets with only his head visible from the nose up. He was really worn out, you could tell by the way he was breathing, so deeply and heavily what only happened when he was exhausted. You crouched next to the bed, gently running your fingers through his hair and he purred something, automatically leaning into your touch. Satoru could be at his death bed and would still search for your warmth.

“Do you need something?” You asked quietly, brushing little circles onto his scalp. He made some kind of noise that sounded a little like a no, and you pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. “If you do, just call me, baby, I’ll be next door.”

Satoru purposefully uncovered the lower half of his face so you could give him a peck, and once he got that, he turned back to his cocoon. You whispered him a little love you, got up and left, leading your visibly stoked friend back to the living room. She was shocked, but at the same time it looked like a realization was hitting her hard and you saw in real time how her expression was changing.

“That was the cat?” She whisper-screamed.

“Yup.”

“So you and Geto and Gojo—?"

“Yup.”

“Like, all three of you?”

“Yes,” you chuckled, pouring her more wine. “I actually had no idea that you don’t know. I thought we’re quite obvious.”

“Now as I think about it, you kinda were… I’m gonna need more wine.”

“I’ll text Suguru.”

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yoon-kooks · 1 year

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pastries & promises | jjk

⛓️pairing: hotnerd!jungkook x popular!reader

⛓️genre: smut, fluff, college!au

⛓️summary: After hooking up with the hot nerdy boy in your coding class over the weekend, you’ll use any excuse to keep his hands on your body all week long.

⛓️word count: 3k

⛓️warnings: catdilf!jk, dom!jk, sub!reader, daddy/kitten undertones, praise kink, dirty talk, oc is a horny lil brat, mention of getting wasted at parties, one instance of slut-shaming, oc makes an ignorant comment about earl grey tea lol, no explicit smut in this drabble

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a/n: this takes place a few days after p&p jjk & oc start talking to give us a glimpse of what their new dynamic is like in & out of class✨ btw despite what oc says about earl grey, i personally love it;;

After a weekend of sex, coding, kitten shenanigans, and more sex, you wake up to a beautiful boy with equally beautiful tattoos nagging you to “get the fuck up” for the “hundredth time” because “class starts in twenty minutes” and “attendance is worth 25% of your grade.” It somehow slipped your mind that it’s already Monday. Can he really blame you after fucking you silly several hours ago?

You tug at the collar of his hoodie and pull him on top of you. Still very much naked beneath the sheets, you suggest, “Or we can just skip class and extend our weekend? I’m sure we can find something fun to do.”

“Nice try, but no.” Jungkook offers you a hand and pulls you into an upright sitting position. The sheets slide down your chest, and you catch the boy staring a little too long.

“And you expect me to walk into class without a bra?” It’s not your fault you rushed over to his place last night in nothing but a baby tee and leggings. Why bother throwing on a bra when you know it’s gonna be torn off your body the second you step into his room?

“I mean, I’m not against it.” His eyes are still locked onto your chest. At least he’s a guy who appreciates art when he sees it. When he’s finally done, he digs through his closet and throws one of his grey hoodies into your arms. “But this will keep you warmer.”

You sniff the hoodie. It’s clean but still has the very scent you’ve familiarized yourself with a lot this weekend—blossoms and bergamot. It smells delicious.

With a sigh, you hop out of the bed and collect your pieces of clothing from every corner of the room. Your thong somehow wound up slung over his computer screen, but better there than on the floor.

Once you’re dressed in your day-old clothes, you slip into the boy’s hoodie and drown in his scent. The warmth that engulfs you makes you want to adopt his comfy casual style. At least on school days. Maybe you wouldn’t dread going to class so much if you could just sit there and be all cozy like that.

You’d still prefer to stay home and fuck him, though.

“You know what, I’m not feeling very well all of a sudden,” you lie. “Maybe you should stay home too so we don’t spread any germs to our beloved classmates.”

“Maybe you should just go to class like a good girl, and maybe you’ll be rewarded afterward,” he throws back at you. The way you perk up is almost embarrassing. But you’ve definitely got a thing for being praised and rewarded for good behavior. Especially if the prize is something pleasurable. So yeah, you suppose you’ll endure class for a few hours so that you can have some more fun later on.

“Fine.” You wrap your pinky around his to solidify the deal. He gives you a look but doesn’t pull his finger away. “But just know that you’re a nerd for never skipping class.”

“And how do you know I never skip class?” He raises his brow with intrigue.

“We’ve been in at least three or four other comp sci classes together, and I’ve never seen you miss a day.”

“Oh, so you’ve been keeping tabs on me all this time?” He’s totally calling you out. But he isn’t wrong. As quiet as Jungkook is in class, it’s hard not to notice someone who’s so incredibly smart. Doesn’t hurt that you’ve always thought he was kinda cute too.

“I guess you could say that,” you admit. What you won’t admit, however, is the fact that you’d wanted to talk to him back then but didn’t know how to initiate a conversation. You might be considered popular, but you sure as hell don’t know how to talk to people unless they strike up the conversation first. And Jeon Jungkook clearly didn’t have any intentions of being the initiator.

Thank god for that partner project that started it all.

Just before the two of you can get out the door, a tiny mew stops you in your tracks. The kitten looks up at Jungkook and cries again.

“You have to stay home, little one,” he says, holding a hand up for her to sit and stay. Like the naughty demon child she is, she ignores everything he says and climbs up his leg and into his arms. You can hear her purring as soon as she rests her chin on her dad’s shoulder like an actual baby. It’s so tempting to take a million pictures of the glorious cat dad moment and set one as your phone wallpaper, but you’d definitely run out of storage. Good to know you have some form of restraint when it comes to your infatuation.

After ten heartwarming seconds, he sets the kitten down in her pink bed and gives her a new tiger toy that was special ordered from some fancy cat shop on the other side of the country.

“Stay,” he tells her again before rising out of his squat. When she does as she’s told, he adds, “Good kitten.”

Oh, how you wish he was saying that to you right now.

“Your daddy really spoils you, you know that?” you giggle, waving bye to the kitty. A second later, you’re overcome by the urge to latch around Jungkook’s arm as you both head to his car. “When are you going to spoil me like that?”

He doesn’t give you a specific answer, but you’ll gladly accept the way he shrugs with the faintest hint of a smile. The two of you haven’t been talking all that long, and yet, he seems to be tolerating your antics well. At the very least, he must like you a tiny bit.

On the car ride over, you feel like you’re forgetting something. And then the boy’s stomach rumbles. Neither of you has eaten anything since the impromptu fast food run last night.

“Ooh, we should stop by the cute little bakery near campus before class,” you suggest, totally not trying to avoid class for the thousandth time today. “I heard they have really good muffins.”

“We’re gonna be late if we make any detours.” He catches a glimpse of your pout as he makes a right turn. “We can go after.”

Your pout quickly becomes a smile because he keeps sweetening the deal. You’re very much looking forward to the promised pastries and sex after class along with anything else he might throw in.

When you get to class, the usual gal crowd is hanging around your desk. Except someone else is there sitting in your seat. It’s Big Tim. Great. You love confrontation first thing in the morning.

Before approaching the seat thief, you watch him throw a cocky ass smile at Jungkook who straight up ignores it as he takes his seat next door. You would’ve appreciated a little help, but there’s nothing from Big Tim you can’t handle. Besides, the two of you agreed to keep the whole hookup thing lowkey and out of the mouths of your gossiping classmates. Otherwise Jungkook would probably end up hearing a wacky rumor-fied version of it from his tattoo artist.

“Hi?” you say to the guy in your seat. You’ll play nice for now.

“Oh hi Y/N, we were just talking about you.” Big Tim gives you a much kinder smile than the one he threw at Jungkook—a byproduct of being popular, you suppose.

“About what?” You’re genuinely confused.

“There’s a party at my place this weekend, and I’m hoping you’ll be there.” This is the first time he’s personally invited you anywhere. Is it a coincidence that he’s doing it in front of an audience?

“Thanks for the invite, but I’m all partied out for a while,” you respond as honestly and gracefully as possible. You have no interest in hanging out with Big Tim, but parties aren’t completely off the table forever. It might be fun to bring Jungkook to one eventually, even though he claims he’s uninterested in getting wasted with people he couldn’t care less about. “Can I have my seat back now?”

Big Tim laughs it off like you weren’t being serious. “Aww, don’t be like that. It’s just gonna be a small thing with you, me, and a few others. It’ll be fun, I promise.”

You and him? You almost gag. That doesn’t sound like fun at all. And what’s up with him dismissing your gentle rejection? If he didn’t want to be rejected in front of everyone, he shouldn’t have hyped it up in the first place. Now it just feels like he’s pressuring you into going along with it because he knows you’re too soft to make him look bad in front of others. Unfortunately for him, that’s not going to happen.

“I’m seeing someone—a single father, actually—and I’ve been helping him with his kid. So I don’t have time for your party.” The single father part is a bit of a stretch, but you kind of like the sound of it. He’s your local hot cat dilf after all.

The girls’ jaws all drop at the same time. Big Tim’s smile also drops a bit, but he continues to shrug it off. “Helping a dad with his kid? Anything for a good dicking, I guess.”

Okay, buddy.

You tried to stay courteous about the whole situation, and this is what you get in return. He can say whatever he wants to make himself feel better about himself, but it’s also sad to see not a single one of the other girls step in and call him out on his bullshit. You’re sick of it.

“Are you done? Can you leave now?” You look Big Tim straight in the eyes, although you’re hoping the girls take a hint to leave as well.

They don’t. Because they’re too invested in how Big Tim will respond as he opens his big mouth once more.

“She said leave,” Jungkook snaps out of nowhere. If you had to guess, he was trying to catch up on sleep after that long night with you, and now he’s cranky and mad that Big Tim can’t just shut up and take the L.

Big Tim and the girls collectively turn their heads toward the grumpy boy who cuts the conversation off with a death glare to each and every one of them. As expected, Jungkook is the only person who’d ever take your side on anything. And that’s why he’s the only one who matters to you these days.

At long last, the crowd disperses and everyone goes back to their seats. Just in time for class to begin.

As soon as class ends, you stretch your arms out, slip past all the girls who want the deets on this mysterious dilf you’re seeing, and meet back up with said dilf outside the building.

“Bakery time?” You’re smiling awfully bright despite the shitshow that went down before class. But that’s the effect Jeon Jungkook seems to have on you. You’ll take a bad day every once in a while if he’s there to make it a little better.

“Don’t bakeries usually close early?” he asks in a calm voice as if that isn’t the most devastating thing someone has said to you all day. You hadn’t thought about that.

In a panic, you pull out your phone to check the time and google the bakery’s business hours. Before you can get your answer, the boy chuckles, “It’s open. I already checked. You’re just fun to fuck with.”

You’d fight him for messing with you like that, but you’re too distracted by that chuckle. It’s a rare occurrence that you’ll treasure forever. Who knew he had such a charming laugh? And how lucky are you to be the one to hear it?

“By the way, thanks for earlier,” you say as you hop into his car. “I was about to throw hands at Tim.”

“I thought his name was Jim.” The boy looks so confused. You love it. “But yeah, you should’ve thrown hands for all that shit he said.”

“He wasn’t wrong about the good dicking though,” you hum. You can’t even remember the last time sex was this good.

“Definitely not wrong about that,” Jungkook agrees with a big fat smirk on his face.

When the two of you arrive at the bakery, you’re delighted to see that they haven’t sold out of the famous poppy seed muffins you’ve been eyeing on Yelp. You try to get Jungkook on board with the muffin agenda, but he opts for a buttery croissant—another solid pick. You’ll definitely be stealing a bite out of that flaky pastry of his.

“Which drink are you getting?” you ask, eyeing the drink menu like it’s a map of Disneyland. Everything looks so fucking good that you don’t know where to start.

“A London fog.” You have no idea what that is, but it sounds boring. “It’s earl grey,” he clarifies upon seeing the ignorance in your eyes.

“Isn’t that what old people drink?” you snicker. “You’re a nerd and a senior citizen?”

“Well what are you getting? A hot chocolate, right? Because that’s what babies drink,” he teases back. Now that you think about it, he calls you Baby an awful lot in bed. If the two of you were dating, you wonder if you could get him to call you that all the time. Hypothetically speaking, of course.

You do end up getting the hot chocolate while Jungkook gets his elderly drink. As the barista is ringing the order up at the register, a cute sign catches your attention at the other end of the counter because there’s a cat on it. You wander over to it and pick up one of the baggies with fresh baked cat treats in it. What a coincidence.

“Hey Jungkook, look. Let’s get this for Lucy, too.” Excited by your last-minute find, you scurry back to the register where the boy is already slipping his wallet back into his butt pocket. Fine, if he wants to pay for your breakfast, then you’re paying for the kitty treats.

After you pay and secure all your food, the two of you return to Jungkook’s place. The first thing you do is seek out the kitten who’s busy taking a nap on the boy’s bed instead of in her own.

She blinks at you with heavy eyelids and twitches her nose toward the bag in your hand.

“Good morning, little cutie,” you grin. “I brought you some special treats.”

Her big ears immediately shoot up as she starts pawing at the bag. She’s so fucking cute you could cry.

“You have to ask your daddy if it’s okay to eat one now.” You continue to use your baby voice before turning to the daddy in question standing behind you.

“Just one.” The stern dad voice comes out. “And make sure you break it in half. She’s small, you know.”

“Yes, daddy.” By now, the word slips so naturally off your tongue. You meant for it to be sarcastic this time, but you’re also very aware of what it does to him and his body.

He watches quietly as you break the treat into bits and hold it in your palm for the kitten to gobble up. She meows, optimistic for more special treats, but you stick to the plan and give her more pets and cuddles instead.

“Your daddy is so mean, huh. He doesn’t want you eating any more yummy treats,” you blabber into the kitten’s ear. She makes a whiny sound in agreement.

“Hey, what are you two conspiring about over there?” Jungkook frowns.

“Oh nothing.” You’re about to shoo him away but notice his lock screen flashing on in his hand. It looks like a pic of you and the kitten conspiring together. “Wait, what’s that on your phone?”

“Oh nothing,” he mocks you before changing the subject. “Drink your hot chocolate already. It’s getting cold.”

You take a sip of it as you devour the muffin. Your drink is basically cold chocolate milk at this point, but at least it still tastes amazing. The muffin slaps too.

“Taste,” you say as you offer up your half-eaten muffin to the boy. He takes a bite like a good boyfriend would—except he’s not actually your boyfriend.

“It’s good,” he shrugs as he goes back to the flaky pastry. “The croissant’s better though.”

“Let me taste.” You grab hold of the boy’s chin and taste the butter on his lips. He kisses back with long, tender motions that leave you wanting far more than just a casual makeout session. There’s no doubt in your mind that he tastes better than both the muffin and croissant combined. You pull back for just a second to say, “Hey, wasn’t I promised sex after class?”

“Do the homework first. It’s easy.” Of course Jeon Jungkook has his priorities straight, and of course you listen because you’re craving more of his praise. At least he’s a good influence on you. “And I never said sex specifically, by the way. Is that what you were thinking about in that dirty little head of yours?”

He’s 100% right. Your horny mind just believes whatever it wants to believe. Right now, it's telling you the boy wants it just as much as you do. He’s just better at hiding it.

“It was heavily implied though,” you huff as you take your laptop out and start on a boring coding exercise on his bed. “The sex better be really good!” And that’s a threat.

“When has it not been?” Jungkook shoots you an arrogant look. Good point. And apparently he’s already finished with the assignment because he shuts his computer off and turns his attention to your screen. He sits his ass right behind you, slips his hands up into the hoodie you’re wearing, and whispers into your ear, “Now hurry up and finish. I’m waiting.”

#bts smut #jungkook smut #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts fanfic #jungkook fanfic #jungkook x reader #bts x reader #bts fluff #bts college au #nerd jungkook

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apollodeath · 7 months

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just read that 'playing prey' fic u did with konig I LOVE IT!!!!!

i was wondering if you can do an angsty one where reader gets really hurt and keeps trying but when konig finds them he lets them win cause there hurt :) thxxx

I LOVE THIS IDEA! I hope I wrote something you asked for 🫶🏻 it’s kinda long my bad.

18+ MDNI

It had been a few weeks after the last time you two had played. König was finishing up dishes from lunch and you sat on the back porch on your phone just scrolling.

The weather was finally cooling off and the breeze was nice enough to wear your favorite hoodie it was König’s and since you were outside you had brought comfortable shoes out with you.

König grabbed the glass door sliding it to the side stepping out with you, he took a deep breath of the fresh air and began to stretch his arms then moving to his legs.

"Stiff?" You asked with a little laugh. König grinned and looked at you.

"Something like that" he teased making you tilt your head.

"What do you mean?" You place your phone on the table next to you giving him full attention. He shrugs and continues stretching his back then touching his toes.

You admired him slightly flexing with each stretch but a buzz from your phone made you look away.

König stepped closer to you and kissed your head and put his phone right next to yours.

His timer was counting down from 5 minutes. The simple ticking of seconds made you feel so slow to start, jumping up and running off the porch, across your backyard, straight back into the woods behind your house. Your mind raced and so did your heart.

'How did I forget I agreed to this!' You thought. Panting already from fear less from running. You actually started to build stamina from these little games and also your memory of trees and paths were in bedded in your mind.

König watched you get farther and farther as he continues his running stretches. He reached in his pocket pulling out his mask placing it over his head and breathed in the smell of the fabric; it stilled smelled of dirt despite you washing it for him. He believes it might be just his mind tricking him to smell missions and gun smoke. Especially cause you said it smelt brand new.

His phone went off. Timers up. He started a light jog across the backyard into the woods.

You were down a couple paths and saw a good place to rest for a second ‘5 minutes are up... I think' you thought.

'So if I go a little farther.. the turn is on the right.’ You thought more of your next move. You got up and looked around before running towards your next marker.

König followed your tracks expertly, basically tracking you like a dog. His eyes ran over the dirt/mud paths as he runs but stopping to look around once he hears things go bump in the woods.

Once you got to the little hill that König's never found you at; you squat behind multiple bushes they're big enough to cover you well. You take this moment to look down and realize you're wearing your comfy house shoes.

"Oh, great" you whisper to yourself dusting them off or trying to. You realised the cold air made your lungs burn more, right then you hear something and freeze, listening closer.

‘there's no way he's this close.’ You thought.

You slowly peak your head out looking at the path you came from, or, of what you can see of it. He's there... but he's looking around and he's kinds far off from where you're hiding. You think you can out run him. Maybe.

You slowly move past the bushes going the opposite way. You keep your eyes on him until you can't and you're slowly crouch walking farther keeping out of site. Or so you think.

When you get past a few trees you feel confident enough to stand up and start running. You start but look back once more, just to check. He's staring right at you. You freak and start to push yourself harder, running off the path. Hoping the trees will make great cover.

Once König's eyes land on you you stick out in the fall colored wood. He smirks under his hood. Watching you run faster makes him take a few steps before beginning to run himself. He feels like an animal as his body reacts to seeing you, it's like his mouth is watering and his cock is starting to ache for touch. There's only been one other time König has ever caught you so fast and had his way with you. That time comes into his rancid mind:

He caught you in the middle of a path and wrestled you to the ground it wasn't hard. Once he had you on the ground in the open, no trees, no brushes to hide his heinous act. He had you on your belly as he striped you and took you repeatedly, he secretly hoped you two were being watched. The rush of someone witnessing him devour you made him cum over and over again. After that you had scuffed knees and he apologized but you admitted to him it turned you on seeing them after he left on deployment.

You were running for awhile in the deep thick woods but the sun was already low and it was a bit hard to see you came up on a path and realized you were actually close to your home.

You saw a smaller fallen tree and decided to hop over it but in doing so the other side had fallen branches which made you trip and fall. You catch yourself with your hands but you feel shooting pain in your ankle and wrap your hand around it to try and calm the pain.

“Fuck” you whispered to yourself. Looking around and you saw nothing but woods and the path a little up ahead so you scooted to behind a bush and a tree hiding as best as you could.

König watched from a distance as you fell. He was going to cut you off on your path home but once he saw you fall he paused and squatted quickly to be out of sight when you looked around.

You take a few seconds to calm your breath and check your ankle, it’s bruised and a bit scuffed but not too bad. You think for a minute ‘is it dumb for me to continue playing?’ You looking around and think ‘I could just hide really well until sunset’

The woods were already getting darker by the moment so you knew sunset was close. You slowly get up using the tree as a crutch and limp a little to a short pine tree then laying under its thick, low hanging branches. You curl up putting your hood on and your hands in the pockets of your König’s hoodie.

König slows his heart rate and breathing watching you hide. He’s more worried that you may be very hurt. He slowly walks closer and takes a prone position on the ground near you; enough to see you but you won’t see him.

You finally see the sunset and you can’t help but smile at the fact you’ve won. You crawl out from your hiding and start limping to the path that leads to your house. Your ankle is actually feeling a bit better you think.

König slowly approaches you he knows you’ve won the game but he still has to scare you at least once more.

He runs up making noise and swooping you up holding you like a child. You scream and start laughing as soon as you know it’s him.

“I win! You can’t do that!” You laugh and hold on to him as he carries you home.

“I’m not going to fuck you, Maus. Not until I check out your limp” he states seriously but also he can’t help but smile from your infectious laugh.

“Oh I fell…” you say with point to your bruised ankle.

“Oh I know.” König nods.

“You know?”

This is my first ever request and I’m so happy about it! ALSO THANK YOU ALL FOR 1K on “Playing Prey”

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amentomensmut · 4 months

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hi! could I please request an angst piece for Mike Schmidt where he starts working longer hours and accidentally misses his date with the reader because he’s picking up extra shifts to make enough money to buy them nicer things like jewelry? I would appreciate it if they could talk about it and then he tries to make it up to them by spending more quality time with them :)

How can I make it up to you?

Mike Schmidt x Fem!reader wc: 1.8k

warnings: none, really! angst, fluff, pet names (baby, sweetheart)

note: SORRY i've been gone so long, part 2 for first time for everything WILL HAPPEN. however, loved writing some angst for a change :) enjoy <3

45 minutes.

Mike was supposed to be here 45 minutes ago.

You check your phone again out of habit and sigh. No new missed calls or texts. You scan the restaurant once again and you realise how pathetic you must look sitting here alone. You down the last of your chardonnay and call for the bill.

You know Mike works hard to provide for Abby, and you admire that. However, he promised you a nice night out tonight. You hold back tears as you leave the restaurant. Sometimes you feel selfish for thinking it, but you wish Mike didn’t have to work so much. You barely get to see him during the week, and when you do he’s so tired he can barely keep his eyes open. You shouldn’t hold it against him, you know that. But can’t he also make time for you?

Tears are spilling out of your eyes and down your cheeks by the time you get to and in your car, and you don’t care enough to wipe them away. The sting of mascara in your eyes doesn’t seem to faze you, and when you see Mike's name pop up on the screen on your ringing phone, you start to cry even more.

“Baby? I’m so sorry I’m late, but I’m on my way over now. I had to pick up an extra shift, and then I needed to make a quick stop at the store which took me way longer than expected.” You hear Mike's distant voice on the other end of the phone, and the sound of a turn signal going off; signalling he’s in his car.

You try not to make it obvious you’re crying, but the sound of his voice makes a broken sob leave your lips.

“Sweetheart? Please talk to me.” Mike calls, and his voice sounds so desperate for any kind of answer on your end.

“Just don’t even fucking bother, Mike. I left already anyway.” Your sadness has very quickly turned to anger from hearing Mike’s half-assed apology, and you couldn’t give a shit if your words hurt him. He hurt you first. You start your car, wiping your blurry eyes and pulling out of the parking lot.

“You left? But you’ve wanted to eat at that place for months.” And Mike was right. You had wanted to eat at that restaurant for months. It was some new Italian place that had sparked your interest, and when you had planned this date, the first thing you did was make a reservation. Too bad it had gone to waste.

“I guess I lost my appetite.” You said, hanging up the phone. You want to yell and scream at him, but what good would that do? You don’t have the energy, so instead when you get home you change into some comfy clothes and curl up in your bed.

You’re not one for big, dramatic gestures, but you do consider burning his hoodie that you currently wear. It smells exactly like him and that makes you cry even more. The one person who you want to comfort you right now, is the reason you’re crying. You’re not sure if it was fair for you to be so harsh towards him on the phone, but you can’t find it in you to care. You had the whole night planned, you wore Mike's favourite dress, you bought his favourite ice cream to share when you got home, all for it to be wasted.

The sound of your doorbell ringing jolts you awake, and you groan as you roll out of bed. You’re almost 99% sure you know who’s at the door, and you consider not even answering it. However, the part of you that still wants to see Mike wins, and you open the door. On your doorstep is a very guilty looking Mike holding a bouquet of your favourite flowers, and in his other hand a bag that holds your favourite candy. You almost want to forgive him right then and there. Almost.

“It’s late, Mike.” You say, crossing your arms like it's a defence mechanism. You take in his appearance. His hair is dishevelled, like he’s been running his hands through it, and you know that’s something he does when he gets anxious. His eyes are tired and his lips are bitten.

“Yeah, yeah I know. I just-, well, I got you these.” He says, handing you the bouquet of flowers. You consider not taking them for a moment, but you rule that option out as you look at Mike’s tired, sad eyes. You hold the bouquet in your hands, waiting for Mike’s next words. You know he struggles with voicing his feelings and emotions, but if he thinks he can just buy you flowers and candy as a way to apologise, he would be sorely mistaken.

“How’d you get these? The flower shop closed two hours ago.”

“It was closing when I got there. I kinda had to bribe the guy to let me in.” Mike says with a nervous laugh, and your heart warms at the sweet gesture. There’s a pregnant pause, and you can tell Mike is trying to find the right words to speak.

“I’m really sorry. I’m sorry for being late, that I upset you.” Mike starts, and you sigh.

“But we planned this, Mike. And you just didn’t come.” You know your eyes are getting watery again, but you’re hurt.

“I know, baby. I wanted to get you a gift, but there was a long line at the jewellery store, and the wait was way longer than I expected. I decided to wait because I’ve been picking up extra shifts for months to get you this necklace and-” You cut Mike’s rambling off.

“You got me a necklace?”

“The one that was in that magazine you showed me.” Mike said, and you furrow your eyebrows. If you’re thinking about the same necklace, it was one you had showed him on a whim a few months ago. You were reading a magazine when you had come across a necklace that was just to die for. You had shown him the necklace, gushing about how beautiful it was, but how you could never afford it. There was no way Mike had bought you that necklace, right?

“But I brought that up months ago.”

“I know.”

“You remembered?”

“Of course I did.” Of course he did.

“That’s too much, Mike.”

“I picked up some extra shifts.” He says with a shrug, like what he did isn’t a big deal.

“You’re making it really hard to be mad at you right now.” You say with your bottom lip between your teeth. Your head and your heart are saying two different things, and even though you do want to forgive him, you’re still hurt from tonight.

“Come in.” You say, motioning for Mike to follow you inside.

“Just so you know, I’m not letting you in because I forgive you. It’s just…cold outside.” You continue, putting the flowers on your dining table before leading Mike to your living room.

“I should’ve just forgotten about the necklace. You’re more important than that. I just really wanted to get you something nice.” Mike says as you both sit down on the couch. You can really see how anxious he is now with the way his leg bounces up and down rapidly and how he picks at his nails.

“Can I see it?” You ask, and Mike is nodding, reaching into the bag that also holds your favourite candy to pull out a box. He hands it to you with bated breath, his eyes scanning your face. You open the box, your lips parting in shock. You knew it was the necklace you had been wanting, but to see its beauty in real life was something else.

“Mike, it’s beautiful.” You say, taking the necklace out of the box to feel it in your hands.

“I thought it suited you.” Mike says. “Can I put it on for you?” He adds, and you nod, turning around so your back is facing Mike. Mike’s gentle hands push your hair over one side of your shoulder. He lays the necklace over the front of your neck, clasping it at the back.

“Let me see you.” He demands softly, and you turn back around. Mike’s lust filled eyes scan your neck and face, and you feel shy in his intense gaze.

“You’re stunning, baby.” Mike says, and the sincerity in his voice makes you melt. “Can’t believe I made my pretty girl cry. I’m so sorry.”

“I really wanted to have a nice night together, Mike. I feel like I barely get to see you anymore.” That selfish feeling bubbles up in your stomach once again, but you push it away. You need to have this conversation with him. Mike sighs, and you can see a look of guilt and sadness wash over his face.

“I know, sweetheart. And you’re right. I don’t mean to neglect you. You’re the best thing that’s happened to me in a while. You keep me sane.” Mike admits with a sad smile, and he reaches to grab your hand, squeezing it softly.

“I guess sometimes I get so caught up with work, wanting to be able to provide for you and Abby.” Mike continues, and he looks up into your eyes so you can see the truth and a genuineness in his tone.

“I love the necklace, I think it’s incredibly thoughtful, don’t get me wrong. But I'd just rather you spend time with me than buy me things. I know you’re busy, and I know Abby is your first priority so I’ll never ask you to sacrifice the time you dedicate towards her, for me. All I’ll ask is that when we plan a date, or when we're together, that’s the time you dedicate to me, and you're completely there in the moment. Okay?” You say, rubbing your thumb against the back of Mike's hand. You know how hard he works, and it’s one of the many things you admire about him. You’re not asking him to drop everything to be with you, and you know how much Abby means to him. You love him, and the time you don’t get to spend with him feels like time wasted.

“Okay.” Mike says, and he’s pulling you into a long embrace. His strong arms hug you and hold you tightly to his body. You wish that things could’ve gone differently tonight, but you know that this conversation was important, and you feel like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders.

“Do you want to watch a movie and dig into this candy that I bought for you?” Mike asks, his voice muffled from his face being tucked into your shoulder. You pull away from Mike and he presses a kiss to your forehead, something you know he always does to wordlessly say “I love you.”

“I’ll even let you choose the movie.” He teases, and you roll your eyes at him.

“How generous of you.” You tease back, and soon enough you’re curled up into his side, eating your favourite candy, watching a movie that you got to choose.

#josh hutcherson #mike schmidt #josh hutcherson smut #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt smut #smut #fnafmovie #fnaf

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loubouskz · 2 years

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who's going first

(3racha x afab!reader)

part 2 for: your moans would sound nice

description: y/n comes back to the studio to hear the song the boys have been working on...and to fuck as well.

warnings: smut, foursome, unprotected sex, slight switch!reader(only to jisung), dom!changbin, dom!chan, dirty talk, praising, petnames(baby(girl), sweetheart, sweetie, etc.) prepping, reader back talks chan- so slight brat!reader, jisung being impatient, oral(fem and male receiving), deepthroat, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampies, some aftercare

wc: 3,000+(somewhat proof-read)

a/n: long time no see! how is everything going? you doing well, eating, sleeping, drinking some water? for me...I've been okay. the last few months I stopped writing because a lot of devastating things happened and I wasn't in the right mindset for a while. but now I'm slowly coming back. as you saw above this is part 2 to my 3racha fic(FINALLY)! I'm so happy that I've finally finished it. and I couldn't have done it without the help of a friend who stayed on the phone with me, yesterday and today. I had about 1,000 words already written, but with my friend. I wrote 1,000 yesterday and 1,000 more today. I'm so happy that this is finally finished. but enough talking. I hope you enjoy this part 2.

also fill free to comment or inbox me about this fic or upcoming ones, I love read the things you guys have to say!

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I knocked on chan's studio door, waiting for one of the boys to answer. jisung had texted- with a whole bunch of emojis that the end might I add, saying they wanted me to hear the finished product of one of their new songs, and to bring some drinks. it had been a few weeks since everything happened, I felt my body become warm just thinking about it. the door opened to a smiley changbin in a pink hoodie and joggers.

"good evening y/n." changbin said, opening the door wide enough to let me enter. I saw jisung and chan sitting on the couch, looking very comfy man-spreading on the tiny couch. "hey guys." I said, sitting the drinks I brought with me on the desk. "hi, y/n-nie, did you get my favorite?" jisung asked, standing up to grab his cup. "of course I did." I said, grabbing his and putting it in his hand. he immediately took a sip, "hmmm, every time it feels like I'm drinking it for the first time again." he said, throwing his head back then taking his seat back on the couch. I laughed as I handed chan and changbin their drinks as well. that's when I looked at what they were wearing. chan wearing his iconic black muscle tee and shorts. jisung wearing a black hoodie over and jeans with rips in the knees.

"you boys look nice today." I said, sitting in between jisung and chan. "thank you, y/n." changbin said with a wide smile as he took a sit on the chair in front of the desk, spinning around. "you don't look too bad yourself." chan said, with blushed ears. "you mean the one of the five whole outfits that I own, that look good together that I've worn multiple times." I said with a laugh, making the boys laugh too. "yes." chan said. "okay enough small talk!" jisung said, grabbing the attention. "I want y/n to hear the song." he continued, while slightly bouncing in his seat and bumping into my shoulder. "jisung, she just got here. we haven't asked her about her day." changbin said, kicking jisung in the foot. jisung whined and looked at me. I laughed and told them about my day.

"so you didn't do much? okay! SONG TIME!" jisung yelled. chan laughed and changbin rolled his eyes. "damn, yes I want to hear the song now. impatient brat." I said towards jisung, who just stuck his tongue at me and I stuck mine right back at him. changbin turned around and clicked around on the laptop, till an alluring melody and slow bass filled the room. I leaned back and closed my eyes, letting the music enter my body.

a r&b intro started with changbin singing including chan in the back, then fell into the first verse with jisung rapping. I felt the boys' eyes on me, watching my reaction. soon the chorus began, the same as the intro, just more full and enticing. my head bobbing the music. next was the second verse, changbin fast rapping the first part then chan slow rapping the next. the mixes of the two different rap styles, feeling more and more captivating. then was the bridge of the song, jisung was singing then chan was next. that's when I was caught off guard with familiar sounds in the background, right in the middle of the two voices. I stopped moving, my eyes snapping wide open as I felt my cheeks heat up. jisung started smirking at a giggly chan and changbin. soon the song ended with chan vocals and the same slow r&b beginning.

“wow” I said, not really having any words. “what’d you think of it y/n?” chan asked. I looked at him and smiled. “It sounded amazing like always channie.” I said. chan laughed and looked down. “what about the bridge?” jisung asked. I whipped my head to jisung. “it sounded sexy, you pervert.” I said. “you’re just as much.” jisung said. “did you invite me here to listen to the song or just to fuck me again?” I asked, looking at all three boys. “both.” changbin said, leaning forward, resting his arms on his legs, I laughed. “alright then.” I said, “who’s going first this time?” I continued with a smirk.

“jisung.” changbin said, nodding his head to him.

very quickly, clothes met the floor while kissing jisung as I got on top of him. I ran my fingers through the back his hair, pulling on it a little. his hands exploring my body, giving squeezes here and there. I moved my hips to feel some more of his hard on that was growing under me. he groaned into my mouth as our tongues fought over dominance. I made my way from his lips to his neck, leaving a wet trail in the process. I sucked right where his neck and collarbone meet, making him moan loud.

“fuck, that feels nice baby.” he said, pressing my body more into his. my hands traveled down his chest and brushed over his nipples, down his abs till they made it to his cock. I quickly got off jisung and sat on my knees in front of him. keeping eye contact with him as I did a bold long lick up his length. jisung’s head fell back as he groaned, keeping eye contact though.

“don’t tease him too much, y/n.” changbin said. I looked back at him and smile at him. “of course not. I want to feel him inside me this time.” I said as I jerked jisung off with a firm grip. I turned back around, kissing the tip of the head. slowly pushing him inside my mouth, not stopping till I made it almost completely down to his pelvis. jisung’s hips bucked up out of pleasure. he ran his fingers through my hair and started to guide me how he wanted.

“you’re doing so good. getting it all nice and wet.” jisung said, making me whine on him. “want me to prep her for your cock jisung?” I over heard changbin ask. “yeah.” jisung groaned out. changbin left his chair and shuffled close to me, kneeling down at the level I was at.

I felt changbin’s hands grab my waist and trail down my legs, making me spread my legs naturally. changbin’s hand cupped my sex, groaning at the feeling of how wet I was. “baby is already so wet.” he said as he pushed one finger into me. I moaned around jisung’s cock, bucking my hips into changbin’s hand. “focus on jisung, baby. I’ll do the work here.” changbin said, rubbing my ass. I closed my eyes as jisung guided this hand to my hair, pulling on it a little.

“you’re doing so good baby.” jisung said through his moans. I hallowed my cheeks harder around him at the praise. I felt changbin add a second finger, scissoring inside me making me pop off jisung and jerked him with my hand. “god, do I make this hard every time you see or think of me?” I asked jisung, making him groan and changbin stop his movements below.

“oh she’s feeling bold this time.” i heard chan say in the background. I turned my head to him, “yeah, and what can you do about it? nothing as of right now, it’s jisung’s time.” I said, looking back to jisung. “right baby?” I said, with fake innocent eyes and a firm grip on his cock. “yeah, fuck off chan.” jisung said. “watch it.” chan said, I giggled and was about to take jisung back in my mouth.

“come on y/n.” jisung said, grabbing my hand to help stand me up. changbin removed his fingers and sat back down in his seat. “let’s get a move on baby.” he said, making me sit onto his lap. with my legs on either side on his, he grabbed a hold of his cock and slowly pushed down inside me. feeling his length fill me up nicely, so firm and hard in me,

“feels so fucking nice. god damn.” jisung said, grabbing my hips. I moaned as my pelvic bone met his. rolling my hips in a circle to get used to his size. “you feel good too sungie.” I said, looping my arms around his neck before kissing him on the lips. jisung squeezed my hips as I slowly brought my hips up and going back down. breaking the kiss as I was working up the pace with each bounce. “fuck you’re so tight y/n. shit, i’m not gonna last long.” jisung said. “that’s fine sungie, you be good and cum whenever you need too.” I said out of breath, making jisung throw his head back once again. “just keep bouncing like that and i’ll cum in no time.” he said back with his eyes closed. I closed my eyes too, focusing on the feeling of his cock inside me.

“angle your hips a little more y/n.” I heard chan say next to us. “be quiet channie, it’s jisung’s time.” I whined out, but I did what he said anyway and gave out the biggest whine.

with the new angle, jisung’s cock hit my g-spot perfectly every time I came down. “oh fuck.” I said, pushing my head into jisung’s sweaty neck. i pressed my lips on his ear and whispered in it. “you’re doing so good baby. I love how you feel inside me. I can’t wait for you to feel me up.” I said, before leaning back and holding his head up- making him open and lock eyes with me. “you can do that for me right sungie?” i asked as I bounced harder, feeling my first climax coming fast. “I’m about to cum.” jisung said, as he started pushing his hips up to meet mine. “please cum for me jisung.” I said as I felt myself tighten around him. with one final thrust from him, he came inside me, triggering mine at the same time. both of us moaning and whining at the feeling. jisung held on to me tight, not letting go. taking some time to calm down as I messed with the back of his hair as we waited

after some minutes, jisung slowly pulled me off him, making me hiss. i sat down in the middle of the couch, between him and chan. “wow, that was amazing. i loved everything second of that.” jisung said in his hyper self again, like he didn’t just get down fucking me. making the other boys laugh.

“still need a few minutes y/n or we start my turn.”changbin asked, with a smirk. “i just need a sip of my drink and I’ll good.” I said. changbin handed over my drink that was on the table, “you better be for me.” he said as I grabbed the drink from him. I felt my cheeks heat up at his comment.

I took a few sips from my drink before standing up and walking over to the table to place my drink down. I turned to changbin and smiled at him, “hey there.” he said. “hi.” I said as i sat in his lap. he tilted his head up and place his lips onto to mine. soon the simple kiss turned into a heated makeout session. changbin pushed his tongue into my mouth, making me groan. his soft lips left my lips to my jaw, down my neck. leaving sloppy wet heavy kisses all over, sucking hard in areas that made me whine. I pressed down into his crotch, trying create friction.

“no sweetie, stay still for me.” changbin said, holding on to my waist. I quickly stopped moving and waited for changbin to do or saying something. “take my clothes off me baby.” he said as his hands slid down to my body, onto my thighs. i slid my hands under his hoodie and felt up his body. he leaned his head back, till holding eye contact with me. I pushed his hoodie up, slowly working up his body. he lifted his arms up as the hoodle came off. I leaned down and kissed down his chest. I got onto the floor and pulled at his joggers, making him lift his hips. his underwear came off along with his joggers. I looked at him as my hands slid between his thighs as I pressed them apart. I kissed his thighs as I made my way to his hard on.

“just get it wet enough for me to slide right in.” changbin said as I kissed my way on his cock. I took my tongue and licked up and down a few times before taking him slowly into my mouth. bobbing up and down each time coming up, circling my tongue around his tip. changbin bucked his hips up, making me gag on him. "will you let me fuck your throat?" changbin asked, I nodded my head with my mouth on him. he carefully stood up and grabbed the back of my head. bringing his hips back before thrusting into my mouth, quickly picking up the pace. I closed my eyes and focused on not gagging. I felt my spit coming out of my mouth down his cock, falling to the floor and my thighs and hands.

“she takes cock in her mouth so well, doesn’t she changbin?” jisung asked in the background. “yes she does, fuck.” changbin answered. “you’re gonna have feel her mouth.” he said to chan. “i’ll have to next time, when I’m not fucking last. I won’t last if I feel that pretty little mouth of hers.” chan said, I whined hearing his low voice enter my ears. changbin removed his cock of my mouth and sat back down in the chair behind him. he patted his lap, making me standing up. “turn around baby. face the boys, I want them to see your pretty face as you ride me.” changbin said. I turned around and went to sit on his lap. he grabbed my waist with one hand and I felt him pushed his cock into me as I sat on him. my head fell forward, hair falling into my face and moaning at the same time. I placed my hands on his knees and looked back up at jisung and chan.

jisung was still naked, slowly playing with his dick in hand. chan had his tank top off now and pants just down enough for the cock to be out. chan spat in his hand and jerked his cock off, watching me carefully. “come on baby.” I heard changbin say, pushing his hips up, making me gasp. I lifted myself once and back down. “oh god.” i said as I picked up the pace. not too fast, but enough to feel the knot building up inside. “you look so good.” I heard jisung said. feeling their eyes on me, hearing the wetness that was being made from me and changbin. I tightened up around him. “shit, you’re already about to cum?” changbin said, but I didn’t respond. “huh baby?” he said, grabbing my waist. “yes binnie.” I whined out. “open your eyes y/n-ie.” I hear chan say. my eyes snapped open and looked at both the boys with watery eyes and a wide mouth. I was starting to lose my pace, changbin quickly noticed and started helping me- guiding up and down.

“cum all over me y/n.” changbin said in the low voice, his hips thrusting up as mine pace down. mind went out as I came all of him with my thighs shaking. “oh fuck.” changbin said as he kept going to reach his high. “cum in her bin, just like jisung did. make her even more messy for me.” I heard chan say. I let out a high pitched moan as changbin filled me up with his cum. changbin groaning with a tight grip on my waist. “shit.” changbin said, rubbing his hands up and down my body. “your tits looked amazing as you were riding him y/n.” jisung commented, I busted out laughing. “thank you sungie.” I said. I looked over to chan who was already looking at me with smirk. I slowly lifted myself off of changbin and slowly made my way to chan. he hugged me as I sat on him. I brought my lips to his and gave him a heated kiss. before it could go farther.

“I gotta use the bathroom guys.” jisung said as he quickly stood up. we watched as he put back on his clothes in a mess and left the room. chan chuckled and looked at me. “you’ll be brave with jisung and a good girl for changbin. how are you going to act for me?” he asked with his head tilted to the side. “I don’t know. how do you want me to act?” I answered back, tilting my head with his. chan smiled before he flipped me into my back on the now open space on the coach, I yelped at the fast movement. he climbed over my body, hands on other side of my head, “how about you lay there and take my cock like a good girl I know you can be.” chan said before pecking my lips and heading to my neck. kissing down to my chest, taking my right nipple into his mouth. “ah channie.” I said as my hands ran through his hair and stayed. he kissed down my navel til he was right above my clit.

his eyes locked with mine as he brought his hand up my slit, gathering the mixture of cum that was spilling out. popping his fingers into his mouth, groaning at the taste. his fingers slid out and quickly into me as his mouth came in contact with my clit. I cried out at the overstimulation, pumping his fingers in and out at a slow pace as his tongue played with my clit. “chan.” I moaned out. I arched my back and rolled my hips into his face. his left hand gripped my thigh tightly. the sounds in the room would make even the devil turn a blind eye. “fuck, I wanna cum channie.” I said, as I gripped got tighter on his head. he moaned with his mouth on my clit, curling his fingers into onto my g-spot. I tightened around his fingers and my high hit my like wave. he took his mouth off me, “good girl.” chan said, taking his fingers out before hitting up.

he grabbed my legs and lifted them up, slipping right between my legs. he brought one leg down as it fell off the side of the couch and held the other up to his shoulder. chan grabbed his cock, stroking it once. “think you can held my cock today babygirl?” he asked. I nodded my head as I grabbed his hips and rolled mine into his. “please.” I begged. chan rubbed his cock over my slit before pushing in, moaning at the feeling.

“so tight still, after being used twice before me. but also messy for me.” chan said as he pulled out and pushed back in. I closed my eyes, loving the feeling of how full i was. “feels so good channie.” I said, digging my fingertips into his skin. he hissed at the feeling and snapped his hips quickly into me, making cry out. “take it baby, I know you can.” chan huffed out, hanging on to my thigh, picking up a fast pace. my head fell to the side to see changbin watching the show. I moaned and tightened around chan. “so good.” chan said, placing one hand next to my head again. I turned my back to him and slid my arms up to his back.

chan placed his forehead on mine as we kept eye contact. “I’m about to cum channie.” I said, dragging my nails down his back. “oh shit, hold it a little longer for me.” he said closing his eyes, giving me harder and faster thrusts. I nearly screamed, chan quickly brought his left hand to my neck, giving it a light squeeze. my eyes rolled to the back of my head as my orgasm washed over me. chan gave some more hard thrusts before cumming hard, deep inside me.

chan laid his body on mind with head in the creek of my neck. after a few seconds of silence, the door opened up. we snapped our heads to the door to see jisung poking his head in. “just saying I heard you scream.” he said as he walked in, closing the door behind him. I blushed and hid into chan’s chest as the boys chuckled. chan sat up and slid his cock out of me, making my whence. “changbin, hand me some tissues please.” chan said, holing out his hand. changbin grabbed them and placed them in his hand. chan cleaned me up and help me sit up. jisung helped me put on his hoodie he wearing that he had over his shirt, kissing my forehead once my head popped through the hole. I stood up and put my underwear and pants back on as chan and changbin put their clothes back on. we all sat down in our original spots, I laid my head on jisung’s lap and brought my legs up on chan’s lap. “take a nap y/n for a few minutes.” jisung said, running his fingers through my hair. “you sure?” I asked, looing up at him. “yeah, we have to review a few songs before we leave for the day.” chan said, rubbing my legs, massaging them a little. “okay.” I said, closing my eyes and almost falling asleep immediately.

“y/n-ie.” I heard as someone was rubbing my arm. I hummed out and turned my head. “we’re done here. we can leave now.” the voice said. I opened my eyes and saw changbin. I smiled and sat up and stretched my arms and back. we stood up grabbing our things we had laying around.

“let’s head to the dorm and watch a movie with some take out, I'll pay for it.” chan said, smiled sweetly as he picked up the left over clothes on the floor to bring with us. “that’s sounds good to me.” I said, looking at jisung and changbin. they nodded their head, “hell yeah!” jisung said, opening the door. changbin threw his arm around my shoulders as we followed jisung out the building.

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goldensstateofgrace · 1 year

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Hugs and Kisses H.S

Masterlist | Tell me your thoughts

A/n: this is gonna be apart of something fun so keep your eye out tomorrow!!

Summary: Y/n comes back from a trip and Harry wants a hug

Warning: TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF

Word Count: 1.1k

I hope you enjoy! Happy reading <3 - G

“Can I have a hug?” Harry asks, looking so comfy in his hoodie and sweats, leaning against the doorway leading into the living room.

You look over at him as you toe off your shoes by his front door, “Why?” you say, scrunching up your nose at him.

“Why?” He asks, eyes wide and his mouth slack. His hands that were once down by his sides are now held out in a “Why’ motion. Almost like he couldn’t believe you’d ask that.

“Because it’s been a year since I've seen you and I want a hug,” he says, like it was obvious.

“God, you’re so dramatic,” you laugh, shaking your head at him. “It’s been two days Harry. Two days!” You hold up your hand, showing off the number two with your fingers.

You had business in New York, dealing with a particularly stubborn client. You're a photographer, and you went to shoot a wedding. The bride wasn’t exactly happy with her last photographer, so you stepped in and offered to retake her bridal party and groomsmen pictures so she’d at least have some good pictures to remember her special day.

It was all a big headache, but you got it done and she was happy in the end.

He just shrugs, looking like a sad puppy “Felt like it.”

Then he shakes his head at you like you're the problem and says, “Stop distracting me, come here. Come hug me, right now,” He says, fake pouting. His finger pointed towards the ground right in front of him now.

You watch as Harry crosses his arms over his hoodie covered chest and waits.

When you don't move for a minute he starts tapping his foot looking at you, staring intently.

He’s a piece of work.

Rolling your eyes, you fake huf to make it seem like you don’t want to when, in reality all you want is for him to wrap you in his arms and never let go.

You give in and walk over and stop right in front of him, looking up you find his bright green eyes focused intently on your flushed face, or rather the bottom half of it.

Was he staring at your lips?

No, he couldn’t be. Right?”

“Well? Are you going to give me my hug?” Harry asks, finally looking right into your eyes. A small smile playing on his lips.

He holds out his arms, waiting patiently for you to hug him.

And you do, you hug him, wrapping your arms around his waist as his arms go around your shoulders. Your head rests right over his heart, and you can hear the fast pace of it beating loudly in your ear.

Is he nervous?

Why is his heart beating so fast?

God he’s so warm, you never want to let go.

“I missed you,” you whisper into his chest, tightening your arms around him.

“I missed you too, love.”

You love it when he calls you that, makes you all warm and fuzzy inside. Like maybe, just maybe he likes you more than he lets on.

Turning your head up, you rest your chin on his sternum gazing up at his stubble covered tan face.

God he looked beautiful.

You and Harry met during his One Direction days when he came home to England to celebrate his mothers wedding. You were a newer (amateur) photographer just trying to make a bit of money to put yourself through college.

You guys hit it off right off the bat, you couldn’t believe how nice and warm he was. Not that he wouldn’t be knowing Anne but you could only imagine what living in the spotlight would do to a person's ego.

He was funny, whenever you’d be taking pictures of him he’d always make a face or strike a pose.

You could remember making conversation with him and completely freaking out inside trying desperately to not show it. If he had noticed, he never said anything.

He was probably used to it by that point.

You both eventually crossed paths again when you were hired to shoot with the band for promo for their last album before hiatus.

You guys caught up and have been best friends ever since.

You couldn’t remember the exact day you fell in love with him but you could remember the day you realized it.

Harry had just come off stage of his first solo album tour, you were backstage waiting for him. You watched as he came down the stairs backstage and made a direct line towards you, not paying a lick of attention to anyone else.

He hugged you breathless, his huge smile on his face.

He didn’t let go until you patted his back, needing him to ease up just a bit. When he pulled back he just smiled down at you, his hands on your cheeks, his thumb slowly stroking your cheekbone.

You just stared up at him and you could feel this love wash over you, and you just knew. He was your person, and it didn’t matter if he felt the same. You’d love him from a distance just to be around him.

“What is it?” He mutters, looking down at you.

You shake your head slowly, still just looking up at him. A smile spreads across your lips, “I can’t believe you’re real.”

When you realize what you said, your eyes go wide and you pull back from him.

“Like, you know,” You chuckle awkwardly. “Because you're my best friend, and, and you're a famous singer and I'm no one, really. I can’t believe you even want me arou-”

He cuts you off with his hands touching your cheeks and his lips encasing yours.

You stand there shocked, your hands frozen in the air.

Harry’s lips are soft in yours. He pecks your lips once before going in again and slowly kissing you. He eases you into it, his top lip catching between both of yours before he nips at your bottom lip.

Once the shock of the kiss slightly wears off, you kiss him back. Your hands come up to rest on his forearms where his hands rest on your cheeks. Your lips take his, your tongue peeking out and running across his bottom one.

Harry opens his lips and lets you take control for a minute before coming in and running his tongue over yours, before pecking you twice and pulling back.

“Why’d you do that?” you ask, staring up at him, wide eyed and confused. Your chest heaves trying to catch your breath and your lips tingle from the way he kissed you with such passion.

“Because you wouldn’t shut up.” He says like it was obvious, smiling cheekily.

“You do that often?” you say more jokingly than a question, raising your eyebrow as you look up at him.

He shakes his head, a chuckle falling from his pink lips, “Only with you.”

As you go to say something, he just shakes his head and places his hands on your cheeks pulling you up to his mouth and whispering, “shut up, and kiss me.”

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archivistofnerddom · 5 months

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The Bad Batch and Winter Holiday HCs

Because, why not? If the Bad Batch were to live in a random neighborhood, you know they would be here to do all the winter holiday/Christmas thing. So, here we go!

Tech and Wrecker team up to do all the exterior decorations. Things are about amazing as you’d expect them to be. There’s a light show (complete with music), several decoratively placed blow-up lawn (and roof) ornaments, and garlands galore.

Echo put the kibosh on them including fireworks in the light show. They don’t need a repeat of last year’s fight with their (not-so-)friendly neighborhood Karen. (He’s getting them a permit to do a New Year’s/end of the holiday season fireworks and light show as a surprise Christmas present. Just don’t tell Hunter.)

Omega convinces Hunter that they should all have their own trees to decorate to their personal tastes. He pretends to put up a fight and say that they don’t have enough space for that, but relents. (The smell of fir trees is soothing to Hunter, so he doesn’t mind having several trees around the house.)

The sheer variety of ways that the Batch decorate their individual trees is epic.

Omega’s tree has all of the ornament that they’ve made for themselves and each other over the years. She calls it the family tree, and she’s right.

Crosshair’s tree somehow has the most intricately designed ornaments on it and is universally agreed upon to be their holiday photo tree.

Echo’s tree is chaotic enough to make Fives proud. There is no rhyme or reason for his decoration choices.

Hunter goes for a classic look for his tree. It’s surprisingly quite fancy and becomes their dining room tree.

Wrecker’s tree is the living room tree. All of the wrapped presents go under it. It’s an eclectic combination of great vintage ornaments, fun lights (think bubble lights and snowball lights), and warm cheer.

Tech’s tree, of course, winds up on the roof and is part of the exterior light show.

Baking for the holidays is a three day affair. Wrecker and Omega have the best time decorating all the cookies and putting together treat bags for their friends and family as gifts.

Tech does a customized holiday light set-up for their cars. No, he will not ask you if you’re okay with him doing that. You’re getting this set-up. It’s up to you if you want to use or lose the extra decorations that Omega added (like bows and antlers).

Crosshair makes it his personal mission to mess with the neighborhood Karen whenever she complains about their decoration choices. The Grinch replica that wound up *just* on the other side of her property line totally wasn’t his doing. (The fact that he spends the bulk of the holiday season in Grinch sweaters and hoodies is completely coincidental and not at all planned.)

Hunter makes sure they get their yearly family photo around this time of year. He changes the outfit theme every year. The one time he tried to get everyone to dress nice was a near-disaster.

The rotating theme happened because the one year Hunter wanted them to dress up nicely, Crosshair, Tech, and Wrecker all showed up in ugly sweaters without even talking to one another beforehand. The sheer hilarity of that kept it from being a complete disaster. Ever since then, at least one person shows up in an on-theme ugly sweater for the holiday family photo.

Echo and Omega are responsible for their Christmas cards every year. They’re the only ones responsible enough to do that — mostly because they can keep the cards on trend for the holidays.

For as chaotic and messy as it is, Hunter’s favorite part of the holidays is their family gift exchange. Everyone is in comfy PJs, drinking coffee and hot chocolate, and passing around gifts.

Wrecker is responsible for their big family dinner. While everyone helps get ready for that with decorations and setting the table, he’s got everything going on schedule in the kitchen. He loves seeing how much his family and their guests appreciate his cooking.

One year, Omega (with help from Crosshair) made customized stockings for everyone. Those are the stockings that the Batch has used every year since.

Getting a handmade stocking from Omega becomes a mark of true honor and love among their extended family and friend group.

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sunshine-on-marz · 2 years

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hey toad! I've been reading some of ur fics and i like them very very much!!! :D ur an amazing writer, keep up the nice job! :))

So, i wanted to request something if thats okay hehe! please if you're not comfy with this ur free to delete it!!

So, you see, i have,,, let's call them battle scars, all over my arms and they make me feel kinda sad and remind me of bad times,, and i wanted to request a fluff/comfort fic w (platonic of course) philza, & benchtrio (ofc tubbo's one is platonic!) if thats ok :)

thank you so much! again, if u don't feel comfy writing about this topic, ur can delete this ask! :) -<3

TW: SELF HARM (scars)

I’ll do them separately and make Ranboo and Tommy’s romantic 🫶

Also, it will get better and I hope you feel better my love

Phil-

“Hey Dad?” You knock on this stream room door. “Come in” he says back and you walk in. “Dad, I uhm,,, my scars” you sigh at the last part and he whips around in his chair “new ones?” He basically jumps out of his chair. “No, no. I just don’t like them.” His eyes soften and he grabs your hands. “Hey now mate, do you know how fuckin proud of you I am?” You look down and he pulls you into a hug. “I know I just- they- they make me feel weak” he hugs you a bit tighter “well I think they make you look strong” the two of you stay like that for a while. No matter what happens you would always have Phil

Tubbo-

You had texted Tubbo about how you where feeling so he went over to your house. You opened the door and he pulled you into a hug “Hey y/n, I’m so proud of you, you’re the strongest person I’ve ever met” you teared up and he guided you away from the door. For a while he wiped you tears and calmed you down he helped you find an outfit that covered all your scars and took you to go get milkshakes.

Ranboo-

You and Ran hadn’t been together for long but you’d been friends for years, so they knew the face you where making meant trouble. “Hey n/n, what’s wrong?” That question was all it took to make you start crying “I just- my scars- they- I hate them- I wish they were gone” he walked up to you and wiped your tears. “Oh baby, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry that you feel like this, but you’re gorgeous and so damn perfect.” You hugged him a bit tighter and he lifted you up, rocking you side to side in his arms until you calmed down, then he gave you a hoodie and played animal crossing with you for a while.

Tommy-

You had been scrolling tiktok when you saw an edit that zoomed in/ exaggerated your scars, with a sad and disturbing sound, then another, and at the third edit you where bawling. Tommy basically threw himself into the room when he heard it “y/n?! Hey hey, what happened?” He sat down next to you and scoped you into his arms. You showed him the edits and he turned off your phone. “I- I just- why’d I do it? They’re so stupid and make-make me look so stupid” he kissed your head and whispered in your ear “y/n, my love, you are the most amazing, smart, beautiful, funny, perfect, strong person I’ve ever met, no amount of scars will change that. My god, I can’t believe I don’t tell you that more.” You shook you head and cuddled into him more. “T-Tom no, you didn’t do anything” he shushed you gently and kissed your temple. “Hey, can I kiss your scars doll?” You where taken aback but nodded your head. Tommy spent the next few minutes kissing each and every one of your scars until your tears where replaced with the laughter he loved so much. “I love you baby” “love you to Toms”

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WOOOOOO I got carried away with Tom and Phil but I love them so suck my dick/pos but I’m rlly happy with how this turned out

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sungiethequokka · 2 years

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cheesecake over boys

Pairing: Jisung x GN!Reader

Genre: idiots friends to lovers, fluff

Warnings: none!

Word Count: 2.8k

Synopsis: You’re on a chill coffee date with your best friend Jisung, but when a cute waiter starts hitting on you, things take a turn for the worse… or do they?

A/N: Hello again. This was supposed to be a short little story, but ig I fell victim to Jisung’s cuteness and it got a little out of hand. Hope you enjoy!

You were cleaning your apartment when you heard the distinct ding! of your phone from your kitchen table. Wiping your brow, you left the mop where it was and headed towards the kitchen. Upon lifting your phone you found a notification from your best friend, Jisung.

[Ji🐿️:]

Yo, wanna go get some cheesecake at that new coffee shop?

You smiled to yourself, taking a look at your half-cleaned apartment before shooting a reply.

[Me:]

You mean right now?

[Ji🐿️:]

Yeah I mean right now. Come ooooonnnn y/n, I’m hungryyyyy

[Me:]

Lmao fine. Let me take a quick shower first. Meet you there in 30.

With that you put your phone down, letting out a big exhale. You couldn’t help but shake your head at yourself, always saying yes to whatever plans Jisung had, no matter how erratic or out of the blue they were. But then again, who could blame you? It was hard to say no when you could picture the exact cheeky pout he always used against you in your head. You two had been friends for so many years it was almost engraved on the inside of your skull by now. Besides that, you always felt better after hanging out with him. It’s like his energy was contagious. You bit your bottom lip, lost in thought.

Crap. You said you’d meet in half an hour. You need to get moving.

You sprang back up from your seat and began storing your cleaning supplies away, before heading to the shower. Once refreshed, you slipped on one of your favorite comfy outfits (some loose jeans and an oversized hoodie), and headed out.

Jisung was already waiting at the door when you arrived. His hair was tousled and kinda wavy, which meant he had probably showered just before meeting you too. You picked up your pace when you saw him, waving a hand in his direction while practically trotting the last half a block to the coffee shop. His face lit up when he saw you, a big toothy smile spreading across his face. You gave him a tight hug before going inside the café.

“Hey. We’re kinda matching today!” you pointed out, slightly out of breath. Both of your outfits were fairly similar in cut and shape.

“I know. More room for cheesecake this way, right?” he giggled, slightly tugging at the loose fabric of his hoodie.

You rolled your eyes and pulled him inside the shop. The place was really nice. It had a chill vibe to it, with minimal furniture, wooden floors and decorations in mellow warm tones. The smell of freshly ground coffee lingered heavily in the air and you took it in with a big inhale while getting in line to make your order.

“Do you know what you wanna order already?” you asked Jisung, turning around to face him with a relaxed smile.

He lifted a brow in disbelief. “Take a wild guess.”

“I know, I know,” you scoffed. “I mean ~besides~ the iced americano. They seem to have a lot of different cheesecake flavors to choose from. I think I can even see a coffee one from here.” you pointed out, lifting to your tiptoes to get a better look at the cakes on display.

Jisung suppressed a smile while watching you try to make yourself taller. It was cute, really. You almost reminded him of a little kid trying to choose a prize at the arcade. He scratched his nose in an attempt to hide his expression before you turned around to face him again. Taking a glance at the display, he finally came to a conclusion.

“I think I’m gonna go for the classic today, you know, just to see how good they are. If they really make a good cheesecake they need to nail the OG before going crazy with the chocolate and stuff. You feel me?”

“Yeah. I think you’re right. You sound like such an expert though,” you teased, knowing full well the boy was passionate about his cheesecake.

“Shut up.” he retorted, biting his lip and quickly poking your side, eliciting a low involuntary yelp from you.

“We’re in public. Behave.” you scolded him while swatting his hand away.

He innocently put his hands behind his back and gave you a faux apologetic look as you arrived at the counter. You sighed, shaking your head before focusing your attention on the person behind the register.

“Hi. We’re gonna have two iced americanos and…” you trailed off once you saw the man standing at the counter. He was… cute, to put it plainly. Tall, nice hair, bright eyes. And he was smiling at you, a warm smile full of perfect teeth. You struggled to find your words for a second. Jisung coughed rather loudly beside you, and elbowed you to the side while he finished your order.

“It’ll be two iced americanos and two slices of New York cheesecake, please.” he interjected, before handing the man his card and giving you a quizzical look.

Once your order was placed, you took a seat at a booth beside the big front windows.

“What was that?” he questioned right away, with a look on his face that you could only describe as mild annoyance with a hint of amusement.

“What was what?” you tried to dodge, taking a look at the street outside.

“C’mon. You were like a deer in headlights when that dude smiled at you. I thought I might need to give you CPR to get you out of the shock.” he sneered with a playful smirk on his lips.

You reached over the table to slap his arm. “I don’t know, he took me by surprise. Did you see how white his teeth were? Normal people don’t have teeth that white.”

“Like a shark.” he pointed out nonchalantly.

You shrugged it off, but he kinda had a point, though you wouldn’t admit it. After that little bit of nagging you were back to your regularly scheduled banter, talking about work, the band, which games you were playing recently… anything and everything, really. You could talk to Jisung for hours and the conversation would never become boring. You felt really at ease with him, and he felt the same with you. There was never a tense silence between you two.

Your order finally arrived after some time, and you were surprised when you lifted your head to thank the waiter to find out it was the same man that took your order at the counter. You offered him a soft smile and an almost inaudible “thanks” when he placed the coffee cup in front of you. Jisung watched your reaction with wide eyes. The waiter, on the other hand, continued to smile at you with his perfect teeth for what seemed like an eternity. You averted your eyes after a few seconds and turned to look at Jisung, feeling the blood rushing to your cheeks, knowing you were red as a tomato.

Once the waiter was out of earshot, Jisung struck again. “That was disgusting. That man is a creep. I was totally right about the shark thing. He looked like he might gobble you up at any moment.”

You stifled a giggle, much to your friend’s dismay. He looked at you like you were out of your mind, round eyes widening and eyebrows lifted high. “I’m serious!” he protested.

You shrugged it off. “I think he’s cute.”

“You have terrible taste in men.” he retorted, directing a judgmental glance at the other man.

“Jisung!” you scolded, kicking his ankle below the table. “Don’t stare, please- I’m already embarrassed.”

“Fine.” he rolled his eyes at you. “Can we focus on the important stuff now? Like this cheesecake, for example?” he whined, the hint of a pout forming on his lips.

Anything but the pout. You accepted defeat, succumbing to his cute expression. “You’re right, we’re here for one thing, to answer the age old question… is this the best cheesecake in town? Let’s find out.” and with that terrible impression of a news anchor, you dived straight into the piece of cake in front of you.

Soon enough, the conversation had turned into a heated debate over which cheesecake was actually the best. You’d visited so many cafes together over the years and had made it a ritual to always try the cheesecake when you found a new place. You were discussing your preferences between fits of laughter and snarky remarks.

“I can’t believe you’d value flavor over texture. C’mon! It’s all in the texture! What good is a cheesecake if it’s not silky smooth in your mouth?” he criticized your decisions harshly, all the while making dramatic gestures with his hands. His eyes were the size of two plates by now, and you couldn’t help but be endeared at how passionate he was.

“Please, you’d eat anything as long as you had a gallon of coffee to down it with!” you remarked, trying to stifle another bout of laughter. You could feel your cheeks tingling from smiling so hard, and you dried a couple tears that had gathered on the corners of your eyes.

A comfortable silence fell between you as you both finished your coffee and chilled out, contented and full. There was no one else you’d rather do this with. There was nowhere else you’d rather go.

Jisung looked at you across the table with something akin to adoration in his eyes. He nudged your foot lightly and shot you a warm smile. You gave him one in return.

The silence was interrupted when someone approached your table. From the shift in your friend’s expression, you could tell it was the waiter from before. You lifted your eyes to meet his as he cleared his throat.

“Hey. Just checking in, do you guys need anything else? We’ll be closing soon.”

“Oh.” you blinked a few times, looking outside the window. The sun had already set and the sky was getting dark quickly. Time had flown by without you noticing.

“I think we’re good, thank you.” Jisung chimed in, but the waiter barely even acknowledged his existence.

With his eyes still trained on you, he added, “In that case, could I give you my phone number? I’d really like to ask you out some time.”, that perfect smile still plastered on his face.

You fell silent for a few seconds, and even though you weren’t looking at him, you could swear you could feel Jisung’s gaze piercing a hole through your skull.

“Y-yeah, sure!” you stuttered finally, too stunned to say anything else.

With that, the man slipped a piece of paper with his number written on it under your cup, and walked back to the kitchen. You watched his back as he left, still a little bit dazed from the whole situation.

“I can’t believe that.” Jisung blurted out, suddenly getting up from the table.

“Wait, what?” you followed his movements while trying to gather your things fast enough, as he was already heading for the door. “Ji, wait!” you rushed out of your seat, following your friend.

He was out of the café in record time, and you struggled to catch up with him. You called out once more. “Ji, can you tell me what happened? And please can you stop walking so damn fast?!”

Despite your pleas, Jisung kept walking at the same hurried pace, not turning back to look at you.

“I can’t believe you fell for that! That’s the oldest trick in the book! Are you really going out with that freak?”

You stopped in your tracks once you reached the corner of the street. His words didn’t make any sense.

“Are you angry because that dude gave me his number? Ji, seriously?”

By this point he’d stopped too, a few feet away from you, but he refused to look you in the face. He looked up at the sky and let out an exasperated sigh, his bangs framing the sides of his face as he tried to find the words, seemingly somewhere among the clouds overhead.

“Yeah, I guess I got annoyed by that guy hitting on you.” he finally admitted, redirecting his gaze across the street to nowhere in particular. You could tell he was getting antsier by the minute.

You took a few steps forward in his direction, trying to scan his face for any sign of a coherent reply.

“But why? You’re not the jealous type. You’ve never been.” you pried, desperately trying to understand. If there was one thing in this world that made you weaker than his infamous pout, it was seeing him genuinely upset. You felt the urge to grab him by the shoulders and shake until he told you what was wrong so you could fix it.

“I’m not!” he bit back matter-of-factly. He chewed on his bottom lip, finally looking you in the eye. His expression was filled with frustration. “I’m not jealous, and I’m not angry at you. I just- ugh, can we just forget about this?”

He turned around to keep walking, but you were quicker this time, grabbing him by the wrist to stop him. You pulled him gently a few steps closer to you.

“Ji. Can you look at me? I’m not gonna drop it until you tell me what’s wrong. I don’t like you getting mad at me. Even less when I don’t even know what happened.”

He finally turned around to face you. You were stunned to find the exasperation from before was gone, and was replaced with something a lot more… tender. There was vulnerability in his eyes. His eyebrows knitted together and lips formed a thin line as he pressed them together. You couldn’t help but feel the need to hug him, to ease whatever was eliciting this reaction. But you waited for a reply, trying to give him some space.

He shifted his weight from side to side uncomfortably, looking at his feet for a few moments while trying to come up with something, anything, to get out of that situation. He finally gave up with a sigh, and lifted his head to look you in the eye once again. This time the hurt puppy look had reached its full potential, eyes wide and glossy, eyebrows slanting upwards and bottom lip pushed out into a real pout.

“I think I… I’m sorry, this is so dumb. I think I got upset ‘cause I like you.” he stammered, cheeks turning bright red as he tried not to avert his gaze.

“You mean as friends?” you blurted out, almost without thinking.

His whole expression dropped in a split second. “Wow. The guys were right. You ~could~ be a part of baboracha.” he deadpanned, arching an eyebrow.

You let his words simmer inside your brain for a few seconds. Oh. Oh. The realization hit and you let go of his wrist, suddenly too astounded to say anything. You blinked a few times trying to process the information, but your mind was completely blank. You stood there, completely motionless, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape in what he previously called your “deer in headlights” look.

Jisung waved a hand in front of your face in an attempt to bring you back to reality.

“You know what? Let’s just forget about this whole thing. My mistake. Can we pretend none of this happened and go back to being happy and eating cheesecake?” he offered, trying to salvage the situation.

You knew you had to shut him up before he had a chance to take it all back, and so you did the first rational thing that came to mind: you extended your arms toward him, cupping his face between your hands, and without wasting another second, pressed your lips against his. It was a soft kiss, and you gave him plenty of room to pull back if he needed to. But something inside you felt like it clicked into place, even more so when he wrapped his hands around your waist and pulled you closer.

You stood there for a few seconds, just taking everything in, before you pulled back with a small smile. Your eyes immediately searched for his as you snaked your arms around his neck. A breathy giggle fell from your lips, and he couldn’t help but mirror it.

“Did you really have to wait till some random dude hit on me to tell me this?” you asked in a low voice, the beginning of a smirk forming on your lips.

“Shut up.” he replied, lazily resting his forehead against yours. “Can we go back home now? I feel like I need to faint onto a couch right now.”

“Dinner and a movie?” you sighed out, gently nudging your nose against his.

“Sounds like a plan.”

#stray kids imagines #skz imagines #skz scenarios #skz fluff #stray kids scenarios #stray kids x reader #stray kids fluff #jisung x reader #jisung fluff #han jisung #stray kids

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unpredictable-probabilities · 5 months

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Azul Ashengrotto of Royal Sword Academy || Chapter 14: Birds of a Feather

Summary:

After shopping for Halloween decorations, Jamil meets up with Azul for a promised trip to the aviary, where he slowly builds up the courage to ask him out.

Word Count: 4,593

The Prefect meeting about the upcoming Halloween Week just ended, and Jamil is preparing to leave for town to get some decorations.

It's when Jamil is walking to his room, noticing the distinct lack of traps laying around, that his phone buzzes and he checks the message.

It's a text from Azul.

Jamil's mood instantly perks up. Right, the aviary!

Azul replies almost immediately.

It is? If he had known it was so close, he'd have visited more often.

Almost an hour later, Jamil has just gotten out of the store where he was supposed to pick up the decorations.

Apparently since there was a high demand for carved pumpkins and floating lanterns, the store had run out of stock. They're waiting on new stocks arriving today, and Jamil was told that they'd just deliver the items to NRC.

Normally he'd be annoyed, but he has plans here in town today, anyway.

Jamil easily finds his way to the cat café. He wonders if he should go in or if he should wait for Azul out here on the street.

Then he hears a playful voice.

"Hello, Viper."

He looks to see that Azul is approaching, wearing his purple hoodie.

"Hey, Ash. You're definitely dressed for a nice and comfy day today." Jamil remarks. He, too, is wearing a thicker hoodie than normal on account of the colder season coming in. He walks over to him, smiling. "By the way, you really went and had the nerve to change things up around Scarabia after just one visit, huh? Not only are there less traps these days but last night, I got ambushed by my dorm members just so they could talk my ear off with their opinions of me."

"Oh?" Azul says in pleasant surprise. "How did that go? What did they say?"

Jamil pauses and scrunches up his face. "You can't expect me to recite what they told me. I'm sure they already told you those sentiments first. Point is, the new stuff that's been going around the dorm… I guess it's not so bad. I just still find it wild that you managed to change all that in the span of one day."

Azul shakes his head. "I didn't do much, your residents have already been wanting to tell you those things, they just needed a little encouragement and a nudge in the right direction. What did you tell them?" he smiles at Jamil.

Jamil scratches the back of his head. "I… Well, I didn't know what to say, so I just said whatever came to me in the moment. It looks like it made them happy, so whatever works. Now the only trap I really gotta worry about is a sudden party in the middle of a study night." He sighs, but there's clearly no real bite to it. "Anyway… dorm matters aside, how have things been at RSA? Did you give Kalim that package I sent you?"

Azul nods, smiling. "I did. He teared up and hugged me. You really made him happy with that. And he asked me to give you this," he pulls out a small box from the pocket of his hoodie.

It looks like a small thermal lunchbox, similar to those he used to pack for Kalim's lunches in middle school.

Jamil's eyebrows raised in surprise. He did not expect to get anything in return.

He gingerly takes the lunchbox and opens it up to check the contents.

He sees the dark orange color of the dish and the smell of curry hits him.

"He cooked it himself," Azul says proudly. "He said that he had been practicing that recipe ever since he joined the Cooking Club. He told me to tell you that he hasn't perfected it yet but he hopes that you enjoy it, nonetheless."

Jamil sees a note stuck to the inside of the lid of the box.

You were always cooking for me, I wanted to try cooking for you, too! I hope you like it! ^_^ - Kalim

"Whoa..." Jamil widens his eyes in wonder before he closes the box and carefully puts it in his backback. "I can hardly believe it... I didn't think he'd ever touch this type of food again."

Azul nods. "He told me the story. I'm surprised you still like to eat that dish after what happened."

Jamil shrugs.

"What can I say? It's curry."

Azul smiles. "Indeed. Well, then. Shall we go see some parrots?" he nods to the direction away from the café.

"I still can't believe you went out of your way to search for parrots for my sake," Jamil laughs. "Let's."

"Seems like there's a lot of things you can't believe about me," Azul says playfully as they walk along the street. "It just makes me want to surprise you more."

"Hmm… I don't think I mind such an intimidating prospect." Jamil pleasantly hums, before he falls a little serious. "Have you heard from Rielle since we last talked?"

Azul’s expression sombers. "He messaged this morning, but it's more of the same thing. He just keeps insisting that he's fine. I'd been considering making an appointment at the palace so that I could visit him. I had brought it up to the king, and he said that I'm allowed to visit as soon as tomorrow, when Rielle gets back from his diplomatic trip to the next city."

Jamil grows concerned. "You're heading off? Will this be until the end of Rielle's tasks with his kingdom?"

"I don't know yet,” Azul says. "The king always expects Rielle to accomplish his tasks, but I'm not sure how long that particular one will take. The best we can hope for is a compromise, perhaps the king would lessen Rielle's responsibilities for the diplomatic gathering if he sees that Rielle is having a particularly difficult time handling them. I'm hoping I can convince the king of that, at least."

"Oh, so you're gonna be the diplomat to decrease Rielle's responsibilities as a diplomat," Jamil observes. "You think the king's gonna listen to reason?"

"I certainly hope so," Azul says quietly. Then he turns to Jamil. "I'm not sure how long I'll be gone when I go to the Coral Sea, that's also why I wanted to spend time with you today," he smiles shyly. "I can give your number to Rahzel if you like, so he can send his updates about Kalim to you directly. He'll be messaging me today about it, I can bring it up to him then."

Jamil falls quiet for a moment, but he nods, understanding Azul's plight. "Take care of yourself when you do get there, okay? Let's make this day count, then."

Azul smiles. "Of course."

A few minutes later, they reach an open gate with a colorful sign above its arched top, Abu's Aviary.

"Ah, here we are," Azul says as they walk in. "Have you ever been to such a place before?"

"Not at all," Jamil shakes his head, eyeing the security booth and the visitors milling around. "I think I passed this place once or twice but I never really had the time to look and visit."

Azul nods, then he goes to the ticket booth–which fortunately had no line–and gets two tickets for him and Jamil.

"Do you want to see the parrots now, or look at other birds first?" Azul asks as he hands Jamil his ticket.

"Hm. Might as well save the best for last.” Jamil pockets the ticket. “Besides, I'm curious to see what sort of birds they're keeping around here."

"Let's see the first exhibit, then.”

They entered a garden populated by small birds of different colors; shades of blue, yellow, red, green, brown.

The garden is filled with the sounds of wings flapping and soft chirping as the birds fly around from one plant to another. Some of them flew near the guests, blinking at them curiously before flying away.

There's a sign on one wall showing that this is the finches section, and indicating what types of finches are in here.

Jamil watches the birds fly by, enjoying the sights and sounds as he starts to recall the memory. "This reminds me of how Kalim seems to attract all sorts of animals to him. I bet if he were here, we'd be surrounded somehow."

"Then we must take him here someday," Azul smiles. "Does he attract bugs as well?" he asks playfully.

Jamil visibly shudders. "Fortunately, no. But it definitely won't stop him from befriending them..."

They pass through the finches section and go to the next one, the sign indicating that this area houses nightingales.

They hear a guide telling a group of children that the nightingales frequently sing during the spring and summer seasons, so they're quieter around this time of the year.

A few of the birds perched nearby are twittering in a variety of different sounds.

Azul turns to the pictures and illustrations of nightingales on the wall.

"Adorable," he smiles. "They look like babies who are constantly singing, screaming, or hungry."

Then he reads the text detailing the characteristics of a nightingale.

"They have impressive eyesight." He turns to Jamil. "How's your eyesight? You don't wear glasses so I assume you don't need them."

"My eyesight's always been fine," Jamil casually brags. "It pays to be attentive when you're guarding people. How about you? Have you always needed glasses? Do merfolk usually even wear glasses?"

"My eyesight is excellent underwater, but on land I need glasses. I think it's because my hometown is always in darkness, so the bright light on land does funny things to my vision. It's not the same for all merfolk, though. Rielle doesn't need glasses, and as you know neither does Jade nor Floyd. Maybe cecaelia eyes work differently. My eyes do look different than theirs, after all. In my merform, I mean."

A nightingale with blue feathers on its chest lands on Azul's shoulder, making him stay still in surprise. It chirps and nips at Azul's ear, then flies away again. Azul chuckles as he watches it fly.

"My, it must've thought you were seafood for a moment," Jamil jokes, watching the bird fly away. "Are you telling me that your eyes do those horizontal slits like octopi do?"

Azul nods. "Yes, my pupils are horizontal. And my irises are a brighter shade of blue than this," he slightly raises his eyebrows and he blinks to indicate his eyes.

They approach the next section, the sign indicating that it houses lovebirds.

Based on the amount of birds flying together in pairs or feeding each other with seeds via their beaks, the section is certainly appropriately named.

"Man, if any species needs to learn to get a room, it'll be these guys," Jamil mutters.

Azul laughs. "Ah, let them be happy. Besides, this is their room. We're the ones intruding," he says playfully.

Like in the other sections, there are pictures here of the different types of lovebirds, and a group of kids are reading their names and trying to find them among the flying birds in the area.

One bird with red feathers catches Jamil's attention. It flies onto a low branch next to a bird with purple feathers and snuggles against its neck.

Then they lean against each other, reminding Jamil of him and Azul on one of the rooftops in Scarabia just yesterday.

Jamil stutters to a halt and finds himself staring at the pair.

Wordlessly, he brings out his phone to take a quiet picture.

"Oh, they're beautiful," he hears Azul say softly behind him. "Can you send me that photo?"

Jamil glances up to hold Azul's gaze, aware of the colors they share in resemblance to the birds.

"... Sure. I can send it to you later,” he nods, looking a little shy all of a sudden as he turns away and continues walking like he saw nothing.

Azul falls in step beside him and they stop to let a group of kids in uniform pass by in front of them. They must be in the middle of their field trip.

One of the kids, a little boy, looks at them, then looks at the branch above them, and smiles widely. He turns to his friend and says something, then points to the branch then at Jamil and Azul. Then both kids are staring and smiling at them in fascination.

Jamil looks up and realizes that the kids are staring at them and the lovebirds above them in similar colors.

He immediately knew what they were ogling at. He glares at them and shakes his head.

They just nod at him in defiance.

Sighing, he leans to Azul and whispers, "Little children seem to think that we're the human incarnations of those birds up there."

Azul looks at the children, then at the branch above them, and he chuckles.

He smiles at the children and puts an arm around Jamil's waist, pulling him close.

"Wh—" Jamil was about to exclaim, but he freezes as Azul rests his head against his.

The children gasp and their smiles grow brighter.

Their teacher calls them from in front, telling them to follow and not separate from the group.

They both wave enthusiastically at Azul and Jamil before hurrying after their classmates.

Azul lets go of Jamil and stands up properly again.

He stumbles a little once he was let go and he stares at the other in bewilderment. "What was THAT all about?"

"They seemed so happy, I thought I might give them a little more wonder," Azul is smiling, then he looks uncertainly at Jamil. "Did it make you uncomfortable?"

"I... well…" Jamil can feel his cheeks reddening. "I guess I didn't mind, but you owe me for that."

Azul looks relieved. "Of course. Just let me know how I can return the favor.”

"You'll have to wait for it. I want to make this favor worth your sudden gesture," Jamil teases as they proceed to exit the lovebirds section.

Azul raises an eyebrow at him. "I don't think I mind such an intimidating prospect," he smiles playfully, mimicking what Jamil had said earlier.

Eventually, their trip around the aviary ended with them entering the parrot enclosure.

Squawks and fluttering of wings greet them as they step into a botanical garden.

Jamil gazes around, clearly taken by the sight of the birds.

Their colorful feathers are even brighter than he had expected.

Hues of red, green, blue, and yellow all swirl around them. There seem to be more variations even compared to the pictures on the wall.

Jamil can't decide where to look, there are so many things catching his attention; he ends up spinning around to take in the view.

He eventually decides to approach a bright red parrot with blue, black, and white patterns in its feathers, watching it preen itself.

"So cool…" he mutters under his breath.

The parrot flies away, and Jamil turns to follow it with his eyes. Then he sees Azul, looking at him with the softest smile.

Azul's eyes twinkle when he catches Jamil's gaze. Then he looks around as well. "I don't think I've ever seen this much bright colors before, they remind me of the bioluminescent fish in my hometown."

"... How do you feel about the Sea Witch, Ash?" Jamil asks out of the blue, curious.

"Hm?" Azul blinks at him. "She's known to be a benevolent mage, according to my hometown's legend. I grew up hearing a lot of stories around her, and I had actually gotten the idea of my magic contracts from the stories. She used contracts as well, right? And the fact that she was a cecaelia inspired me. She's part-octopus, and everyone respected her. I thought that if I granted wishes like she did, I might earn that same respect," he gives a small smile. "Why do you ask?"

Jamil turns his gaze upward. "That's sort of how I feel about the Sorcerer of the Sands, too. He was in a servant's position, just like me, but he climbed his way to the top through patience and sheer wit. He got the position—the acknowledgement—that he deserved and I grew up wanting to end up like him one day."

He blushes. "It's... kinda silly when you think about it. Even more so when he's why I started wanting a parrot. He was said to have one that served as his trusted companion through thick and thin… And one that apparently talked coherent sentences. I looked into it, though, and found that parrots nowadays can't achieve that same level of intelligence, but I suppose that that only goes to show how advanced the Sorcerer was."

Azul steps closer to him. "I don't think it's silly at all. And if the Sorcerer is here now, he'd be proud of all you've achieved…" he looks up at a branch and smiles. "... Jamil Viper," he says in a voice louder than normal.

A squawk sounds from behind Jamil, and there's a flap of wings as a parrot lands on his shoulder.

"Jamil Viper!" the bird says in its squawking voice. "Hello, Jamil Viper!"

Azul grins, then pulls out some bird seeds from his pocket and holds out his open palm to the parrot, who eagerly pecks at the seeds.

"Whoa, hey there, lil' fella..." Jamil greets after jumping a little from the sudden weight against his shoulder. He watches Azul feed the parrot. "Since when did you get bird seeds?"

"I bought some earlier before I met you at the café," he says, brushing off the crumbs from his hand after the parrot finishes eating. "It's his favorite brand," he pats the parrot on the head.

Jamil looks at him in surprise. "Favorite brand? Huh? Wait, you two know each other?"

Azul smiles. "I'd been coming here every other day since last week, teaching three parrots to react to your name and say hello. They allow you to do that here, just ask the staff to help you, since civilians aren't allowed to train birds on their own. I picked three because it's more likely that at least one of them would be within earshot when we come here. And this guy here is our first responder." He holds up the packet of bird seeds. "Do you want to feed him?"

Jamil stares at him with his mouth slightly agape. Then slowly, he blinks himself back to conscious thought and holds his hand out to receive the packet and feed it to the parrot on his shoulder.

"I… I don't know what to say. Why would you go through all that trouble?"

"I don't know… I had a lot of free time," Azul chuckles at his own joke. "He likes you," he says fondly as the bird eats the seeds from Jamil's palm and gives him a few affectionate nips on his braid.

A smile slowly appears on Jamil's face. "Ash, this officially makes you one of the coolest people I know.”

The parrot squawks, as if in agreement. "He likes you!" it mimics Azul.

Azul chuckles at the parrot, petting it again. The bird ruffles its feathers affectionately. "I'm really glad you like it," he smiles, gazing into Jamil's eyes.

"Ash!" the parrot squawks, trying to nip at Azul's hand as he pulls it away. "Ash! Ash!" Then he nips at Jamil's ear. "Ash… likes you! Likes you!"

"Well, I certainly hope so," Jamil jokes, though there's an undeniable grin on his face from the parrot's words. "With everything he knows about me, it'd be terrible if he's secretly gunning for my downfall this whole time."

"I told you that in confidence!" Azul feigns a scolding tone, staring wide-eyed at the parrot. Then he looks at Jamil and shakes his head in mock disappointment. "This one is a snitch."

"Oh yeah?" Jamil raises an eyebrow, turning his attention back to the parrot. "What else did Ash tell you in confidence? It'll be a secret just between you and me."

"Secret! Secret!" the parrot squawks, and just blinks at the both of them, tilting its head side to side curiously.

"Ah, a shred of loyalty remains in the bird's heart," Azul says dramatically. Then he smiles at Jamil. "We can go here whenever we want, they're open everyday. Oh, and you don't need to have me with you if you wanna see this guy or the other two who'll react to your name. Just say your name loud enough and if any of them are within earshot, they'll come to you."

"Fantastic..." Jamil breathlessly utters, still completely blown away by this arrangement. "What's his name?"

"Al," Azul says.

At that, the parrot perks up and ruffles its feathers. "Al! Me! Al!"

Azul smiles. "Oh yeah, he reacts to his name quite loudly as well. So if you ever want to find him, you can call his name."

"Well, it's very nice to meet you, Al. You're a really smart parrot, aren't you?"

"Al! Me!" The parrot screeches, bobbing its head up and down like its nodding.

It flies off of Jamil's soldier and lands clumsily on top of Azul's head, leaning forward to stare at Azul upside-down. "He! Likes you!"

"Do you just say that to everyone?" Azul asks playfully, looking at the parrot.

The bird begins to walk in place on Azul's head, earning a surprised "Ow!" from the merman, though he doesn't seem to be hurt.

"Jamil Viper!" Al squawks, blinking at Jamil. "Jamil Viper!" he leans forward to stare at Azul upside-down again. "Likes you! Ash! Ash!"

"Well now, he's snitching on the both of us," Jamil playfully retorts, walking over to lightly wave the bird away. Al soars up with an indignant squawk and flies off to a nearby branch.

Azul chuckles. "So, I take it you enjoyed the aviary?" he proudly gestures around the place like he owns it.

"As long as these birds are enjoying it, then absolutely," Jamil grins. He reaches over and brushes off some crumbs in Azul's hair from Al's earlier perch. "... This place would not have been as cool as it is if you hadn't shown me around today, though. Thank you."

Azul tenses up in surprise for a moment at Jamil's touch, then he relaxes and smiles. "It's my pleasure, Vi. I had a lot of fun with you today. We really did make this day count," he gazes into Jamil's eyes.

From this close, Jamil can see the tinge of red on Azul's fair cheeks.

…

Jamil recalls Al's words, and his conversation with Rielle back at the Autumn Dance.

He likes Azul, and Azul likes him back... At this point, there really is no doubt to be had, is there?

He takes a breath and begins to speak. "... Ash, I—"

A phone rings.

They both get startled at the sound; Azul blinks and smiles sheepishly at Jamil before stepping back to take out his phone. "I'm sorry, I have to take this," he says as he looks at the screen. “It's Rahzel

Probably an update about Kalim." He answers the call. "Hello?"

"Huh? Oh…" Jamil snaps out of his daze, trying not to look disappointed. "No problem."

Al makes a sad trumpet sound up on a branch.

Jamil narrows his eyes at the bird. How could a parrot even make that sound?

"Kalim's Blot Levels are fine," Azul smiles at Jamil while still on the phone. Then his smile slowly disappears as he listens some more. "What?" he asks Rahzel. "Lower than Rielle's– Rielle had elevated Blot levels? When? You're only telling me about this now?" his voice is rising and he's starting to sound angry. "No, he didn't tell me, Rahzel. Why–" He cuts himself off and closes his eyes, taking a breath. "I'm sorry," he says quietly. "Thank you, Rahzel." He hangs up and puts his phone in his pocket. Then he puts his hands on his hips and takes deep breaths, his jaw clenched.

Jamil turns his attention away from a mental stare-off with Al to Azul, bewildered. "Wait… Elevated Blot levels? Rielle's developing Blot, too?" He should've expected this, given that he and Azul are both facing the same stressful circumstances. "When did they pick up on that?"

"Apparently Rielle had gone to the infirmary the day before he left for the Coral Sea," Azul says in an evenly measured voice. "Rahzel doesn't know why, but he had himself checked for Blot. His had spiked more than Kalim's did. No one at the infirmary told me because they had assumed that Rielle would. I had assumed that as well…" he closes his eyes for a moment and massages his forehead. "I have to check on him," he says decisively. "Now. Especially with how he's been disappearing lately."

"What?" Jamil says in surprise. "How? Don't tell me you're planning on swimming all the way to the Coral Sea."

Azul looks at Jamil apologetically. "I'm sorry that I have to cut this day short, I'll make it up to you when I get back, I promise. There's a mirror portal at RSA that leads directly to the Coral Sea, but RSA is farther…" he trails off, then looks at Jamil. "I'm sorry to ask you this, but can we fly to NRC? It's nearer here compared to RSA, and Jade told me that Octavinelle has a mirror portal that leads to the Coral Sea. There's a broom rental right outside this aviary." Azul is trying so hard to be calm, but Jamil can see the worry in his eyes.

"..." Jamil nods, taking the role of the calm and composed in a situation of duress. "First, deep breaths, Azul. I know this is concerning news, but you won't be able to help Rielle in such a panicked state. I'll help you get to NRC, but for now, breathe…" He demonstrates, before gently taking Azul's hand and leading the way out and over to a small building for broom rentals.

Azul laces his fingers through Jamil's and grips his hand tightly, mimicking his breathing.

Seeing that Azul seems too frazzled to pilot a broom on his own all the way to NRC, Jamil had asked the clerk to rent them only one.

He gets on and gestures for Azul to do the same. Then he kicks off the ground, keeping the ride as smooth as possible as they head for the cliff towering above them.

Azul has one arm wrapped around Jamil's waist, and with his other hand he takes his phone out of his pocket. "Jade. I don't have time to explain, but I need access to Octavinelle's portal to the Coral Sea. It's about Rielle."

There's a moment of silence before Azul speaks again.

"Thank you. I'll meet you in the Hall of Mirrors in 15 minutes at most. And Jade… Remember that potion we brewed together…? I'd like to buy a bottle from you today."

Another beat of silence.

"Yes, I'm sure," Azul says, sounding like he's trying to convince himself.

Jamil doesn't ask. He knows that Azul is too mentally preoccupied to tell him much of anything right now.

He gets them to land right by the front gate. With the broom being seen as a foreign substance, they'd just fly right into the invisible barrier.

Jamil is automatically identified as a student and, because he's holding Azul's hand, whatever magic regulations are used here seem to recognize him as a guest.

The broom was left behind. They run all the way to the Hall of Mirrors.

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saremina · 9 months

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More Love&Abuse oneshots? Sure why not. How about Joker's POV for the first chapter of Somewhere Between Love and Abuse.

Joker kinda wants to sigh, but he doesn’t. On principle. Jonny and Happy are arguing—oh, sorry; discussing heatedly—on the front seat about something pointless. Joker tuned them out a while back and he refuses to pay attention to them to see if their conversation has grown more interesting. Maybe he should’ve gotten Punch or what’s his face… he’ll call him Shorty. So Punch or Shorty, maybe one of them should’ve tagged along instead of Happy. He gets along with Jonny too well for them not to have proper conversations that turn into these stupid, pointless heated discussions.

“It’s philosophical,” Happy insists on the front seat, and Joker grits his teeth. “That’s why it’s better.”

“I’m not saying it’s not, but the new stuff is good too,” Jonny replies. Happy groans and shakes his head. “The action is better, for one.”

And now Joker is paying attention to them. No, he doesn’t want to hear this. He does not want to pay attention to their stupid not argument. Nope, it’s not for him, thank you very much. Just stop listening to them. Stop listening—no, stop listening!

God he misses having Harls around to distract him. He can't believe he misses having her around to distract him. There's a secret he'll be taking to his grave. An early grave he’ll put himself into if he doesn’t stop listening to that stupid argument.

“But that’s—”

Joker pulls his revolver out and points it at the front window, placing it squarely between Jonny and Happy. “Will you shut up already? I can’t think with you gossiping like housewives at the grocery store.”

“Sorry, boss,” comes the reply from both men, in perfect unison no less.

Joker holds the revolver in place for a few seconds longer before pulling it back.

Now that the chatter has ended the radio fills the silence, but it’s not loud enough to demand Joker’s attention. He settles back in his seat and returns to staring out of the window.

Where was he? Right, Harley. She’d come up with something to do—a distraction to pull Joker out of his funk. He hasn’t gotten anything done in a few weeks, now. People will start noticing soon. At least he’s out of his home for a change, even if it’s just to drive around. He even got his makeup on. That should count for something. He’s prepared for action, should action come looking for him.

He’s just… tired. Even after spending the last few weeks doing nothing but sleeping (thank you Prince Valium for helping with that) and lounging around in an oversized hoodie and sweats that should’ve been washed at some point during the last week, at least (they were comfy, okay? He’d wanted comfy and he can live with small blood stains on his clothes).

But he’s out now, so… progress?

And now he’s painfully aware of how much Harley occupied his time and kept him out of his head. What would she tell him to do now? Nothing, probably. She’d come up with something to make him laugh—really laugh; not some momentary ‘ha ha that’s mildly amusing’ shit, but something that’s actually funny.

It’s not that Joker misses Harley specifically; their fun together had run its course and Joker is more than ready to move on (he is, really). Harley had been… fun. She’d been fun, and an interesting experiment, and yes, it’d been nice to have someone who got him and put up with him around.

And the sex had been good.

The other… ‘relationship stuff’ hadn’t been bad, for the most part, either. Yeah, Harley got kinda grating at times, but it was nothing Joker couldn’t fix by… well. The saying is ‘you shouldn’t hit a lady’ not ‘you shouldn’t hit a psychotic bitch’. Not that Joker considers Harley a bitch (most of the time), but that’s what most people call her so it’s gotta have some truth behind it.

But Harley is gone, by (mostly) mutual agreement no less. They’d talked about it (after Joker had lashed at her and shot over her head a few times, and maybe torn a ligament in her wrist), and they’d agreed it was time for them to part ways.

The spark that was there in the beginning just wasn’t there anymore. And you need a spark. Rom-coms can’t be wrong about that.

So it was (mostly) mutual, and Joker isn’t complaining that Harley is gone. The peace and quiet is nice, it’s just that he’s… alone. He doesn’t know if he just got too used to having someone there—or even just the knowledge that he had someone waiting for him when they were apart for longer periods, be it because of a fight or Arkham or whatever—but it’s beside the point.

The point is, he’d rather not be alone. Which is a fucked up realization to come to while he’s been driven around aimlessly for three hours on a Sunday night.

Maybe he should go bother Batsy. But that would lead to pain and running and maybe Arkham, depending on how determined Bats is to catch him, and Joker doesn’t want to go to Arkham, and he doesn’t feel like running.

“I want a drink,” he says, startling Jonny and Happy who had been in the middle of a silent argument. They probably hadn’t realized realize Joker noticed it.

They probably don’t realize he knows the argument is about him. Normally he might let them in on that little fact to get them to stop, and to remind them that they don’t get a say on matters concerning him, thank you very much now stop or get stabbed, but right now he’s just tired.

“Any particular place?” Jonny asks.

“No.” Joker rests his forehead on the cool window and sighs. “Just get me a drink.”

“Yes, boss,” Jonny says and continues to drive in silence.

The car pulls up next to the Corner Pocket, which Joker supposes is as good as any place; it might be less, ah, flashy than his usual haunts, but the staff doesn’t mind criminals—even Joker—being there. As long as they don’t cause too much trouble. And they do make a mean mojito so Joker doesn’t complain.

Jonny hurries to get the backdoor open and let Joker out before he can do so himself, and Joker steps out, straightening his coat. He doesn’t bother picking his gloves from where he’d tossed them.

The air is warmer than it was last Joker was out, and the familiar noise of the city is… comforting, in a way. The cars and sirens and shouting and occasional gunfire are familiar; a white noise that lulls Joker into serenity better than anything—save for having the Bat by his side.

Happy pushes the door open and Jonny enters first. Joker follows him, allowing Jonny to survey the area for risk factors since he doesn’t have the interest to do so himself. Happy follows, and the door closes behind him, trapping them in the beer stench and the old rock music playing quietly in the background. There’s not that much of a crowd, which is unusual for a weekend, but not unheard of. At least it should assure relative peace.

So. One drink. One strong, knock you off your feet drink, and Joker is heading back home because there is nothing to do in Gotham tonight.

…Or maybe there is.

Because that looks an awful lot like Bruce Wayne.

Now that could be fun; a few minutes of distraction and a pretty face to look at. Wayne’s probably not into guys, so anything more than one sided flirting is most likely off the table. Or if he is into guys, he’s not gonna go for a criminal of Joker’s statue. Rich people who don’t admit they’re not acceptably straight as an arrow are like that: hiding who they are and super careful not to let anyone know so they’re insanely picky about their partners, or firmly locked in the closet.

It’s an image thing as far as Joker can tell. That, and fear of public backlash, even in this day and age. It’s ridiculous.

“There’s a good corner table—”

Joker ignores Happy in favor of beelining to Wayne. Who wants a table when there’s a billionaire to pay for a drink?

“And there he goes,” Jonny sighs, but Joker ignores him as well. He fixes a casual smile on his face and forces himself to relax, and focuses only on the fun he’s about to have, shoving his sour mood down for now.

Wayne doesn’t react as Joker approaches. He’s got a look on his face—like something’s bothering him. Well, well, Joker isn’t the only one in need of a distraction, then.

Joker slides next to Wayne and leans over the counter. “Can a guy get a mojito around here?” The bartender nods and leaves the woman he’d been serving to get Joker his drink. “He’s paying—thanks, by the way.” Joker turns to grin at Wayne. And wow he does not look happy to see Joker. Not happy at all.

But he pays for the drink so who cares? Joker makes sure he’s got his nice smile on and tilts his head, studying his new plaything—assessing him.

“So what drove Bruce Wayne of all people to a place like this, hmm?” Joker leans into Wayne’s personal space just a little, curious to see if he’ll stay still or back away.

He stays still. He’s not even really scared. Anxious, yes. Concerned and apprehensive, sure, but not scared. Now that is interesting.

"I wanted to get a drink without someone taking my picture," Wayne replies and raises his tumbler. He even smiles, but it looks so painful Joker would’ve told him to stop if he didn’t do it himself.

“Well, in that case you’ve come to the right place. They take all the nosy journalists to the back and give ‘em a crash course in baseball,” Joker says, keeping a close eye on Wayne to see how his joke landed. Not that well, by the looks of it. Oh well, nobody’s perfect. Hopefully Wayne has some sense of humor under that… muscle.

That is a lot of muscle wrapped in a stupidly expensive suit. Wow.

Maybe Wayne is one of the secretly gay billionaires. Or at least open to experimentation. Maybe more alcohol would help with that.

Wayne downs his drink a little too fast. “I should get going. Got an important meeting in the morning and I don’t want to be tired for it.” He forces a smile again and stands.

No, that won’t do. Joker isn’t done playing with him yet. He hasn’t even found out if Wayne will at least respond to flirting when he’s drunk. He is not leaving.

So Joker pulls a knife from his pocket and drives it between Wayne’s fingers—wouldn’t want to scratch him just yet—the thunk of the blade sinking into the counter loud in the space between them. It takes a few seconds for Wayne to process the situation. When he turns to meet Joker’s eyes, Joker slips back into a nicer facade and laughs under his breath. “Have a drink with me first.”

Now Wayne is getting scared. “A drink. Okay. I can do that.”

Of course he can, that was never in doubt. Joker still studies him for a moment longer, assessing how likely he is to bolt—not very; he’s more of a weaselly sort—before pulling the knife from the counter and sitting back.

Best let Wayne collect himself a little. And what is that? Joker purses his lips and picks the boring, white straw from his drink and tosses it behind the counter. That will not do at all. Fortunately the drink itself is good enough to make up for the oversight.

Wayne is still just standing there like an idiot when Joker puts his mojito down. “So get a drink and sit down. And relax, will ya? You’re making me anxious.” Wayne sits and orders a whiskey (boring and predictable) and Joker watches him try not to fidget. He gets his drink quickly. The bartender glances at the straw on the floor as he leaves.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Joker smiles as he returns all of his attention to Bruce. “Now tell me something about yourself.” He sips his mojito and leans his elbow on the counter, ready to learn more about his new drinking buddy. Like whether or not he’s into clowns. Or guys. Or maybe both (a guy can dream, right?).

“I’d bore you.”

Joker stares at him, unblinking, and sips his drink. “No. I want to get to know you. That’s the whole point of having a drink with a stranger, isn’t it?” Joker frowns and drums his nails on the counter (he should’ve redone his nailpolish before heading out), waiting for Wayne to fall in line.

And as Joker expected, he does just that in seconds. “I’m really not that interesting, but, um, I don’t know.” Oh he’s cute when he bites his lip all nervous like that. He should do that more often. “I backpacked through Europe once.”

“That’s interesting.” Joker leans into Wayne’s space and sucks on his lower lip out of habit before catching himself. Don’t push the poor guy too far too fast.

Wayne’s eyes flicker down—it’s so brief Joker dismisses it as meaningful—and he shrugs. “It wasn’t really that special. People make it sound more fun than it actually is. What about you?”

“I’m an open book.” Joker sips his drink, trying to decide if he wants to entertain Wayne’s attempt at deflecting. It might be interesting. It’s not like prying is the only way to push someone’s buttons. “Why? Is there something you wanna know?”

“Why are you talking to me?”

Jeez, couldn’t he come up with anything more interesting? Such a low effort question! “Having a drink with a cute stranger in a seedy underground bar is on my to-do list.” Wayne raises an eyebrow, like he’s not sure if he believes him. Joker rolls his eyes and moves the mojito around the counter absently. “I have a to-do list. One point is singing See You Later Alligator to Croc without getting mauled to death, but I’m still working on that. So drinks with you with it was.”

The biggest issue is that Croc is fast and he doesn’t appreciate that song at all, and any good will they have won’t protect Joker from his wrath.

“Glad I could help.”

Joker ignores Wayne’s tone and fixes a look of exaggerated surprise on his face. “Please don’t tell me you don’t have a to-do list!”

Wayne glances at Joker and—oh, now that’s a real smile! Joker should really see if he could make it last for longer than a few seconds; it’s a nice smile.

“I don’t have a to-do list.”

To see if he can get another smile out of Wayne, Joker adapts his most shocked expression and presses a hand over his heart for added effect. “How do you live your life?”

It doesn’t get Wayne to smile, but he relaxes just a bit. That’s a start. “I manage.”

“Of course you do. You don’t know any better.” So what happens if Joker touches Wayne? He sighs as if some great tragedy has befallen Wayne and pats him on the shoulder. He tenses, but doesn’t flinch, and he relaxes again after Joker draws back. That’ll need a bit more work.

Work… table! They need a table. Wayne’s less likely to bolt from a table (people always are) and it will be cozy and nice and Joker is tired of the stools. “We’re getting a table.” Now where’s—ah! Joker leans over the counter to make sure he won’t be ignored. “Give us another round, would ya?”

As soon as he has his drink, Joker grabs Wayne’s arm and pulls him to the table at the far end of the bar. Jonny and Happy sit straighter as Joker passes them, but at least it’s because they’re curious about Wayne and not because they weren’t paying attention to what’s happening around them.

Joker pushes Wayne into the corner of the booth to minimize his chances of escaping, and slides next to him and presses a little closer than is socially acceptable. And look! He’s got a pink straw! Awesome.

“And now what?” Wayne asks, sounding so adorably unsure Joker smiles to himself.

“Now we get wasted.” Joker looks Wayne over. He doesn’t seem… too uncomfortable. “Why? Did you have something else in mind? I should warn you, I don’t kiss on the first date.” Joker winks. Wayne’s fidgeting draws a laugh out of him. Oh he’s cute alright. Should Joker say he’ll make an exception for Wayne? No, it’s too soon for that.

Maybe later.

“I should be going home,” Wayne starts. Joker grits his teeth, even if he doesn’t drop his smile. Maybe a more proper stabbing is in order. “Or not,” Wayne says a little too quickly, but at least he figured his mistake out on his own.

“Smart man,” Joker says and nudges Wayne’s shoulder before focusing on his drink (the straw, at least. It’s a nice straw). He gives Wayne a few seconds. Just a few. Enough for him to settle down again. “Tell me about the fundraiser a few weeks back; that sounds like an interesting story.” He turns back to Wayne, watching the way he frowns and bites his lip (and that’s… yeah) as he thinks.

And wow, okay, Joker might have a bit of a crush on the way Wayne chuckles. And the face he makes when he does that. Does being a billionaire just automatically give you a really nice smile? No, there are billionaires with really shitty smiles. It’d be better if it’s just a Wayne thing, actually.

The point is, Wayne has a nice (or attractive, if you wanna get accurate) smile, and Joker pays more attention to it than Wayne’s recount of the fundraiser. The story coming out of Wayne’s mouth is still funny enough to draw genuine laughter out of Joker, which… not a lot of people can do that—at least not well enough to get Joker to double over.

Maybe he’s just needed a good laugh and this is a fluke. His standards must be lowered. But Wayne just really captures the scene—almost like he knows Harv and Crane. It’s great.

And—huh. Okay. Wayne gets them another round. That’s… that’s not what Joker expected. It’s not unwelcome (and maybe he’s done trying to bolt), but it’s unexpected. The good kind of unexpected, though. And Wayne looks pretty now that he’s not so anxious—more like he does in pictures, but… more genuine. More real.

And that’s his cue to create a distraction. No need to start getting deep with someone who might be a one night stand at best (if a small miracle happens, really). Since blowing something up would involve effort (and Wayne going back to panicking) and ruining the nice buzz Joker is developing, he opts to share a story of his own.

But which one—ah! Time to see how Wayne reacts to Arkham shenanigans.

His mind made, Joker turns to Wayne, grins, and starts reenacting the wonderful food fight of January 5th.

#batjokes #Love&Abuse verse #sare writes fic

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strangerthingslover69 · 1 year

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Your Russian Professor ~ part 1

You have recently joined Hawkins University and are studying Russian, you’ve always love the language and wanted to learn it you also thought it was kind of sexy. It’s your first day and you take the empty seat at the front ready to learn. Only one small problem. You can not stop undressing your professor with your mind No warnings ~ Just inappropriate thoughts and flirting, definitely sexual tension ~

Your alarm goes off at 6:30am, it’s a Monday, looking a bit gloomy outside but nothing can put a dampener in your day. Today is your first day at Hawkins university. You moved into the dorms last week so you could get settled into your new home for the next few months. You’ve picked to study Russian. You’ve always been fascinated with Russia since you were little, your grandparents were from there and they use to tell you stories about their homeland. Your favourite ones included the snow, you were born and raised in LA so never really experienced snow. It sounded magical.

You got up and headed to your shower, you somehow had managed to get a room just for yourself so you could be as free as you wanted. After your shower you got dressed, you wanted to look nice but feel comfy so you went for a a pair of black ripped jeans that complimented your curves and a simple tank top with a zip up hoodie, you put on your trainers and was ready for your day. Before you went to class as it was still early you walked to the cafeteria to grab some breakfast. You opted for some yogurt with granola and berries and a coffee. As you sat down and started to eating your breakfast you browsed your Russian language book. Even though your grandparents are from Russia you never learnt it, you regretted that. You tried to but would get frustrated and confused as it looked all jumbled up. But this year you decided to crack on and attempt to learn it properly. Once your breakfast was finished you put your book into your bag and got up to put away your dishes. As you stood up you turned quickly and bumped into someone spilling the remaining of your coffee down them. You were mortified. Day one and you do this well done Y/N.

‘Shitting hell, I am so sorry! I’ll pay for any dry cleaning.’ You say in a hurry gathering a clean tissue from your pocket trying to clean the mess you’ve made. ‘Don’t worry, accidents happen’ a hand grabs your wrist to get you to stop rubbing his shirt, you are really just making it worse. You look up at the mystery person who you’ve covered in coffee. It’s a man who you think is his late 30’s or early 40’s. The bluest eyes you’ve ever seen and what you think is a quite strong Russian accent. You had to look up quite a bit you were only 5 foot and he was at least 6 foot. ‘Sorry, I should have been more careful’ you say in a small voice. The man takes the tissue from your hand and gives you a reassuring smile, ‘do not worry, honest. I didn’t like this shirt much anyway’ he said with a chuckle. ‘You best get to your class, they’re starting in 5 minutes.’ He said pointing to the clock. ‘Oh shitting hell, great first impression me being late, sorry again!’ You said as you were about to leave. ‘Miss…?’ The man asks. ‘Y/L/N’ you reply. ‘Miss Y/L/N, you need your bag no?’ He asks taking it from the table and passing it to you. ‘Shit, sorry…again. Thank you!’ You say taking it from his hand, you make a quick exit and head to you class. ‘Well done Y/N great start’ you say to yourself. You reach your classroom door, guess the teacher is late too you think to yourself you sigh with relief. Looking around the room as you walk in there’s one empty seat at the front. Of course there is. You plonk yourself down, the classroom isn’t too big so not overwhelming, maybe only holding 20 of you. You fumble into your bag and pull out your book setting it down on your desk. ‘Sorry I’m late, had a little spillage on the way. (Gesturing to his shirt) But never mind here now, доброе утро класс‘ (good morning class) you look up and instantly recognise the beautiful blue eyed man who you bumped into only 10 minutes ago. You can feel yourself going red, hoping no one will notice. He sets down his bag and books in the table, taking off his blazer. You can see his muscles through his sleeves, it hugs them quite nicely. He hasn’t seen you just yet. He turns to the chalk board and writes Professor Antonov. As his arm writes the letters you can’t help but look at his physique. His trousers tucked into his shirt, they are quite tight to on his bum. You wonder how good he’d look with nothing. Your mind snaps back to reality when he turns around scanning the classroom. His eyes meet yours, you shift uncomfortably in your seat. He gives you a warm smile, it helps you relax but not for long.

‘Each week you will have five key words to remember, you will need to remember how to pronounce them correctly and write them correctly.’ He turns around to write five words on the chalk board. He beings to read them out, ‘Привет, школьный класс, Америка, учиться and Извините‘ these are the five words I would like you to memorise, hello, classroom, America, learn and sorry’ he says sorry looking at you with a smile. You are definitely the same colour as a tomato now. You wonder if that last word was planned or a last minute change? As you write down the words in English you try to also copy the Russian lettering but are struggling. You continue anyway, there’s no way you’d be able to ask for help. Not from him, you really don’t know how you are going to make it through this class. He is so distracting with everything he does. The way he moves around owning the room. The way he speaks in English with his sexy accent and then his Russian native tongue, you are feeling very flustered so much so you have to take off you jacket. As professor Antonov is telling you about your assignment (to write a piece in Russian about yourself) you lean forward your chest resting on your arms pushing you boobs up revealing more cleavage. You didn’t notice this but he sure did. You see his eyes wonder down to your chest then quickly looking away as he finishes the class. ‘So you all understand? Good. Assignments needed by the end of this week, I need to see how well you are starting and to see if anyone needs any one to one help.’ He says as he dismisses you all from class. He sits down in his chair and you get your belongs together. You wrap your jacket around your waist and hesitantly make your way over to his desk once everyone has left. ‘Excuse me, Professor?’ He looks up at you with those dreamy eyes. ‘Everything okay Miss Y/L/N?’ His voice sends goosebumps all over your body, you wrap your arms around you self hoping your hard nipples don’t peek through. ‘I-I just wanted to apologise again for this morning. I can send your shirt to the dry cleaners o-or I can buy you another one’ you offer. Professor Antonov chuckles and stands up leaving his desk to stand in front of you. His hands lifts up and he puts it on your shoulder, ‘don’t worry about it. Honestly. I’ve got plenty more’ you shiver at his touch. ‘холод? (Cold) he asks as he clearly seen you shiver. You look at him confused but before you ask what it means he takes your backpack off your shoulders on pops it onto this desk. He reaches around your waist and unties your jacket. His hands brush past your hips making you shiver again. He knows exactly what effect he has on you. He knows you’ve only just met. He knows your his student. He knows the at least fifteen years older but he doesn’t seem to care. He lifts your jacket and places it onto your shoulders. Then he passes you your bag. ‘There you go Miss Y/L/N, nice and warm.’ He says to you as he leans on his desk to sit upon it. He takes out a post it note and pen and write something down on it. He passes the note to you. ‘This is my email. In case you need any help. No disrespect but you looked a little lost today ягниться (lamb) Email anytime and I will get back to you as soon as possible. Okay?’ You nod taking the note, ‘thank you Professor.’ He leans in a little closer to you ear. ‘Please call me Dmitri.’

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