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belovedniki · 2 days ago

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heeseung tells himself it means something. that you’re off-limits because you’re his best friend's girlfriend. but when you smile at him like that, soft, warm and stupidly sweet, he forgets every reason not to want you. and when you look up at him, all innocent and close, he forgets how to stop.

warning/tags: dominant heeseung, smut, obsession, jealousy, mirror sex, oral (f receiving) dirty talk, overstimulation.

w.c: 1.9k

your voice carries through the apartment, soft, laughing at something jay says, unaware of the way it makes heeseung’s stomach twist. he doesn't even look up at first. just clenches his jaw, shifts on the couch, tells himself to ignore it.

you’re not his.

you're jay’s.

his best friend’s.

and that’s supposed to mean something.

“heeseung, want some?” your voice floats toward the kitchen, sweet and warm, offering him a bite of something you made. maybe cookies. maybe something stupid and pink.

he shouldn’t get up.

but he does.

and when he walks in, you're already holding out the spoon, smiling at him like you’ve never made anyone feel insane.

he blinks.

you blink back, still waiting.

he swallows and leans in. takes the bite. doesn’t taste it.

your lips are too close. the smell of your shampoo burns into his memory. your fingers brush his, and he has to will his body not to flinch. not to show that you’ve already taken up way too much space inside him.

“it’s good, right?” you ask, oblivious.

heeseung nods once. grunts something like yeah. doesn’t look you in the eye.

you beam like he gave you a real compliment. “jay said it was too sweet, but—”

“he’s wrong,” heeseung cuts in.

you smile wider. “so you do like sweet things.”

his jaw tightens. “only when they know when to shut up.”

you laugh, thinking it’s a joke.

he doesn’t laugh.

not even close.

it gets worse when you're alone.

jay disappears to take a call, and suddenly it’s just you and heeseung in the living room, your knees tucked under you, his eyes glued to the tv but not watching.

you shift. your shirt rides up just slightly.

he sees skin he shouldn’t.

he looks away.

and looks again.

“you’re quiet today,” you say softly.

he shrugs. doesn’t answer.

you lean closer. your knee bumps his. your perfume sinks into his lungs. you talk like you don’t notice the heat in his stare, like you don’t feel the way his body coils tighter the longer he’s near you.

“you okay?” you ask.

“fine.”

“you sure? you look…tense.”

he looks at you then. sharp. like you’ve said something you shouldn't.

you blink, confused. “what?”

heeseung opens his mouth, then shuts it.

don’t say it.

don’t tell her you wake up hard because of her voice.

don’t tell her you can’t sleep unless you jerk off with her name in your mouth.

don’t tell her she’s the reason you can’t look jay in the eye anymore.

“nothing,” he mutters.

but his voice is rougher than before. strained. a little too low.

you tilt your head, still smiling. still innocent.

and he breaks.

“don’t look at me like that.”

your smile fades, confused. “like what?”

heeseung doesn’t answer.

he just gets up and leaves.

because if he doesn’t, he’ll do something he can’t take back.

you notice the change before you understand it.

heeseung used to at least look at you, sideways glances when he thought you weren’t watching, little eye rolls when you teased him, dry comments that made jay laugh and you giggle.

now? he doesn’t even speak.

you walk into the room and he leaves. you ask a question and he shrugs it off. every now and then, you catch him watching, his jaw locked tight, but the second your eyes meet, he looks away like you disgust him.

and maybe you should let it go.

but you don’t.

because something in his silence makes your stomach twist, makes your hands clammy, makes you feel like he’s angry for reasons you don’t understand.

you bring it up once, nervous, tentative, alone in the kitchen.

“heeseung… did i do something?”

he’s sitting at the table, scrolling through his phone like you’re not there.

you wait. silence.

“have i made you uncomfortable or something?”

his hand freezes.

you blink. “because if i crossed a line—”

“you didn’t,” he says, still not looking up.

“then what is it?” your voice is small. “you won’t even talk to me anymore.”

he scoffs quietly, setting his phone down.

and finally, he looks up.

his eyes are tired. dark. sharp like broken glass.

“you think i’m ignoring you because you annoyed me?”

you swallow. “didn’t you just say—?”

“jesus,” he mutters, standing too fast. “you really don’t see it.”

he’s pacing now, running a hand through his hair like he can’t think straight. and something in his voice is unraveling, low, rough, shaking with restraint.

“every time i walk in here, you’re sitting on my best friend’s lap. wearing his hoodie. whispering shit in his ear like i can’t fucking hear it.”

you blink. frozen. “what—?”

heeseung stops. looks at you.

“you really don’t get it.”

you feel your breath catch. something in your chest stutters.

“heeseung—”

“don’t say my name like that,” he growls, stepping closer.

you back into the counter.

“you wanna know why i’ve been ignoring you?” he asks, voice low and angry now. “it’s because every time you smile at me like that, every time you say my name, every fucking time you sit too close, i wanna take you in my mouth and make you forget his.”

your heart’s racing. your thighs squeeze together without thinking. your head’s spinning.

heeseung leans in, hands on either side of the counter behind you.

“you have no idea what you’re doing to me,” he breathes. “none.”

your voice breaks. “you’re—you’re his best friend—”

“i know,” he snaps.

“you’re not supposed to—”

“i know,” he says again, like it hurts. “you think i want this?”

you don’t speak.

because the look in his eyes says it all: he does.

and when his eyes flick to your lips, your chest, back to your eyes—you know you do too.

his hand brushes your hip. just a test.

you don’t stop him.

his voice dips lower, closer.

“say the word,” he whispers, “and i’ll back off. i’ll leave right now. i’ll pretend none of this ever happened.”

your breath shudders out of you. your pulse roars in your ears.

but you don’t say the word.

he watches you for one more second. two.

and then he kisses you.

not soft. not gentle.

like he’s been starving for it.

he kisses you like he’s making up for every second he’s had to watch you be someone else’s. it’s desperate and angry and messy, all tongue and teeth, his hands gripping your waist like he’s afraid you’ll vanish. your back hits the counter, his thigh pushes between yours, and your hands tangle in his shirt, pulling him closer even though you know you shouldn’t.

you gasp into his mouth when his hands slide under your top, rough palms on your soft stomach, sliding up slowly.

“you think i haven’t dreamed about this every night?” he growls, lips brushing your cheek, jaw, neck. “you think i haven’t heard you moan his name while i pretended it was mine?”

your breath hitches.

his fingers dig into your hips as he presses you back harder.

“you have no idea how many times i almost snapped,” he murmurs against your throat. “you’d smile at me, just like that, and i’d have to go jerk off in your fucking bathroom.”

your knees buckle.

heeseung laughs, dark, breathless, and scoops you up like you weigh nothing. you yelp, legs wrapping instinctively around him as he carries you to the couch and drops you onto the cushions.

“you look good here,” he mutters, kneeling between your legs. “better than he ever deserved.”

“heeseung—”

“shh.” he pulls your shorts down slowly, kissing each inch of skin he reveals. “let me taste what he’s wasted.”

you’re shaking now—part nerves, part adrenaline, part unbearable heat.

and when his mouth touches you, it’s like nothing else exists.

his tongue is slow at first, long licks up your folds, barely grazing your clit, dragging whimpers from your throat. he holds your thighs apart with his hands, firm but careful, like he’s keeping you open for himself alone.

“fuck,” he groans against you. “you taste like everything i ever wanted.”

your hands fly to his hair, your hips rolling into his mouth. heeseung grins and wraps his arms under your thighs, pulling you closer, deeper onto his tongue.

“that’s it,” he murmurs, lips dragging over your clit. “grind on my face, baby. i want it all.”

you moan. high-pitched, broken, filthy.

he sucks on your clit suddenly, hard and deep, and you cry out, thighs trembling.

“gonna cum already?” he teases. “didn’t even put a finger in you yet.”

“heeseung—i—”

“say it,” he whispers, voice low and thick with hunger. “say it’s mine. this pussy. these sounds. all of it.”

“fuck—yes—yours—”

that’s all he needed.

he slides two fingers into you, slow but unrelenting, curling them just right as his tongue returns to your clit. you arch off the couch, crying out, gripping his hair so tight he groans.

and then you break.

it crashes over you like a wave, your body clenching around his fingers, your thighs trembling, your mouth open and silent until your voice finally tears out of your throat.

heeseung doesn’t stop.

he lets you ride it out, licking through your orgasm until you’re twitching beneath him.

but when you try to sit up, dazed and weak, he pushes you back down.

“we’re not done,” he says, voice darker than before.

“what—?”

“you think i waited this long for one taste?”

you don’t get a chance to respond before he’s moving, lifting you from the couch, carrying you to the mirror on the wall behind the hallway door.

he sets you down, turns you to face your reflection.

you stare flushed, ruined, lips swollen, hair a mess.

heeseung stands behind you, hard cock pressed to your ass, hands sliding up your bare sides.

“look how pretty you are,” he says, dragging his lips over your ear. “and all for me.”

you whimper, grinding against him instinctively.

“you gonna take it for me now?” he growls. “gonna let me fuck you like i’ve been dreaming?”

you nod, barely able to speak.

heeseung smirks, and then he slides into you, slow and deep.

you cry out, head falling forward, but he grabs your chin and tilts it up.

“no,” he says. “watch. i want you to see what i look like when i’m inside you.”

you moan, and he thrusts harder, deep, possessive strokes that make you fall apart again, too sensitive, too full.

“so fucking tight,” he grits. “you were made for me.”

your eyes blur. your knees nearly give out.

he holds you steady, keeps fucking you through it, until you’re gasping, twitching, sobbing his name again.

“one more,” he pants. “give me one more.”

“can’t—too much—”

“yes you can. you’re mine. you’ll take everything i give you.”

and you do.

you fall apart for him again, louder, messier, dripping and shaking, and when he finally cums, it’s with a growl so animalistic it makes your whole body ache.

you collapse into the mirror. heeseung holds you upright.

kisses your shoulder.

whispers, “you’re never going back to him.”

and you don’t argue.

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kdh-tally · 2 days ago

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Heyooo! I just wanted to say thank you so much for doing my Miromabby headcanon request. I absolutely loved it! 🥹💖

Sooo I have another idea I’d love to share. I’m not sure if anyone’s ever thought of this before, but… what if there were sasaengs but they’re demons, who are dangerously obsessed with the Huntrix? Like, full-on stalking and even attempting to kidnap them because of their twisted fan infatuation. It starts to genuinely scare or annoy the girls.

How would the Saja boys react to this? What would they do if they witnessed a Huntrix being targeted or kidnapped right in front of them?

Huntr/x Struggling with Demon Sasaengs

Prompt : A few demons seemed to have grown too fond of Huntr/x

Author's Note : I feel like i've been writing so much angsty stuff lmao but I love it ;P I enjoyed writing this one though and have more ideas for a possible part 2!! And you are so welcome for the Miromabby request <333 I love them so much.

The Fan Isn’t Human

It started with flowers.

Zoey thought they were from a fan who worked at the florist near their company, but the same exact bouquet, red lilies wrapped in black silk, showed up five days in a row. Then at night. Then directly at the door of their penthouse.

She didn’t say anything at first. Told herself it was just a persistent fan with no sense of boundaries. But then one of her old training photos, one she had never posted, was pinned between the petals.

There was no return address. No obvious form of identification. Just a disturbing aura around each gift.

Rumi tore hers in half the second she saw it and dumped it in the trash. She didn’t let sasaengs get to her, not anymore. They had dealt with this before. She made Bobby tighten security around both the penthouse and company dorms.

Mira had laughed at hers, brushing it off. She wasn’t the type to get scared, and she hated seeing the other girls so shaken. The girls were trained and powerful hunters. Who would dare come against them?

That changed the night a package appeared inside their living room. It was wrapped in black thread. Filled with photos taken without their knowledge. Images of them sleeping, training, eating. Some from inside the dorm.

Their penthouse was supposed to be locked down.

They started locking the windows.

–

Baby was the first to piece things together.

He saw Rumi getting quieter. Zoey’s excitement felt more like forced energy. Mira had started glancing behind her even when no one was there.

At first, he thought it was just comeback pressure. But that changed the night he came back from a snack run and saw it in the elevator. A sigil etched faintly into the steel panel.

It was traced in so lightly that he almost didn’t notice it. It was old demon magic, and carved into the center were all three of their names.

He took a photo and showed it to the boys the next morning.

“They’re demons,” Baby said. “Pureblood and obsessive. They’re feeding off the girl’s energy.”

Mystery leaned over his shoulder. “Do the girls know?”

“They’ll think it’s sasaeng fans,” Jinu muttered, pacing. “They’d never expect actual demons.”

Romance zoomed in on the image, jaw tight. “They’re targeting all three. And they’re getting bolder.”

–

It happened two days later.

Mira had wrapped up her solo recording early. She told staff she’d walk back alone—it was only ten minutes. She wore her hood up, Takedown blasting through her headphones, eyes trained on the ground.

The first one stepped out of an alley halfway home. He wore a Huntrix hoodie and smiled in a way she didn’t like. He had a familiar face. Maybe someone from a fan call.

She hesitantly raised her hand in greeting.

Then two more appeared behind her.

Then the chanting started.

Her gut dropped. She moved fast, dropping her bag and summoning her guandao in one motion. The magic of the Honmoon burst around her in a burst, but it didn’t push them back.

Why weren’t they weakening?

“You belong to us,” one of them said. “We’ve been watching. Waiting. You shine so beautifully.”

“Try me,” Mira sneered.

They lunged.

She fought them off fast and defensive. They didn’t try to kill her. They kept reaching for her, grabbing. One of them nearly clipped her arm. Her blade sliced clean through another’s sleeve, but he didn’t seem hurt.

Her breathing hitched. Her footing slipped.

And then heat slammed into the alley.

Abby landed hard beside her, flames curling around his fists. The air shifted, warped by magic. His voice was sharp.

“You seriously thought you could touch her and walk away?”

The demons hissed, retreating into the shadows. But before they vanished completely, one of them locked eyes with Abby.

“We’ll try again.”

–

They relocated to Bobby’s beach house. No one outside the two groups knew they were there. The girls sat at the kitchen table in silence. Mira’s arm was bandaged. Zoey hadn’t spoken much all night. Rumi kept glancing at the door, her knee bouncing anxiously as though waiting for someone to burst in.

“You’re being watched,” Jinu said.

“We’re fine,” Mira answered, but her voice wavered.

Jinu didn’t move. “You don’t have to lie.”

Baby leaned against the fridge, arms crossed. “There was a sigil in your penthouse. An enchanted one. It’s ancient. They’re not just stalking you. They’re trying to bond themselves to you.”

“Fans who turned into demons?” Rumi asked.

“Worse,” Abby said. “They’re demons who became fans.”

Zoey curled tighter on the counter. “I thought we were done with demons.”

“We’ve dealt with enemies before,” Mira said. “Gwi-ma, cursed letters, blackmail—”

“But this?” Rumi asked. “This feels different.”

“The Honmoon doesn’t even affect them. It’s like they’re resistant to our weapons” Mira mumbled, remembering how none of the demons dispersed even after she attacked them.

“They’re not trying to hurt you,” Romance said, entering the room. “They’re trying to own you. All of you.”

“So what are we supposed to do?” Rumi asked.

Jinu answered before anyone else could.

“You don’t do anything,” he said. “We do.”

The waves outside were loud enough to fill the silence.

Everyone had filtered out of the kitchen, Mystery the last, quiet and unreadable. Only two of the girls remained. Zoey hadn’t moved from the counter. Rumi was sitting on the floor, her back against the cabinets, arms resting on her knees.

Neither of them spoke for a while.

Zoey exhaled slowly, her head tipped against the cupboard behind her. “I can’t stop thinking about that picture,” she said.

Rumi looked up.

“The one in the flowers,” Zoey explained. “The photo of me from trainee days. That was taken through the dorm window. My blinds were half shut. I remember that night.”

She shook her head. “I was lying on the floor, doing stretches and watching a c-drama. I wasn’t doing anything special. But they were there. Watching.”

Zoey pulled her sleeves over her hands. “I know sasaengs are always intense, but this is different. They’re not after our time or attention. They don’t want photos. They want us. Like, actually take us.”

Rumi’s fingers tapped against her leg. She let the girl ramble. They both needed this.

Zoey went on, more quietly now. “I don’t know what’s worse. That they’re demons, or that they act exactly like the humans we’ve been trying to ignore.”

There was another pause. Rumi finally leaned her head back against the cabinet.

“I always thought I could handle this stuff,” she said. “Sasaengs. Obsession. Jealousy. Whatever came with the job. I’ve always thought I could handle myself.”

Zoey nodded. She knew that about Rumi. They all did.

“But this?” Rumi’s voice lowered. “They got into our home. They left that box on our couch. We were just sitting there hours before. Laughing. Eating.”

Zoey didn’t respond. She didn’t need to.

“I hate that I felt scared,” Rumi said. “I hate that they’re going to keep trying, even with the boys watching.” She wasn’t angry, just tired.

Zoey looked at her.

“They won’t get us though,” Rumi said, finally meeting her eyes. “No matter how many flowers they send or how many spells they chant. They don’t get to have us.”

Zoey nodded, slowly. “Okay.”

They didn’t say anything else for a while. They just stayed in the kitchen, listening to the sound of waves crashing against the shore.

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godmadeaterribleerror · 21 hours ago

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Only Us

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Tags: Dean Winchester/Female Reader, fluff, pre-established relationship, lotta smut (handjobs, oral f!receiving, p in v sex)

Summary/Warnings: After Dean gets back from a long hunt, the only thing he wants to do is see you.

Author's Note: Request from @daddymaster21! Gotta let men be horny and fluff too, guys. Equality.

Word Count: 3.4k

It had been a damn long week.

All weeks were long weeks. Each one stretched itself thin enough that Dean felt like he going to snap, and by the end of the line, he and Sammy were more than ready to pack it up and head home.

But this week had been longer. Thinner. Every single breath had felt heavier than usual in his chest, and every single step had been fighting gravity. Sammy had been in resting bitch face since the first night, when they found out that they’d gotten two twin beds, and his legs would have to hang off the sides. Dean just hadn’t been damn sleeping, and the coffee had been shit, and he might have chopped off the vamps head a bit more aggressively than usual, but the hunt just couldn’t be done fast enough.

He missed his bed. His kitchen, and shower, and TV.

He missed his girl.

That was why this hunt had sucked ass. Why it had been a shitshow, front to back. She wouldn’t have let them mess up the motel room. She would’ve made the coffee better. Dean would’ve been able to fucking sleep, because She would’ve been in his arms. But She’d also broken her ankle a few weeks ago, and he’d be a more damned man that he already was, if he let Her wander into the line of fire. So She’d been put on book-duty, and Dean had been left alone—with Sammy, who didn’t count—for too damn long.

She’d been bouncing off the walls, too. First phone call he got, She’d been whining about not being able to move. And he’d smiled at the ceiling, and told Her than once she could run again, he’d let her come back.

And it had only gotten worse. She’d been restless, Dean knew She’d be restless, but it just made him miss Her more. If he was home, he could let Her sit with him while he worked on Baby, and give Her shit to do. They could go for a drive, and She could choose whatever they did. He could make Her dinner, instead of hearing about how She’d had macaroni for the fifth night in a row.

He loved Her. He missed Her. She was going to hit him or something, and he’d welcome it, because he’d be able to grab Her hand and pull her into a deep, long kiss.

“No hunts for a week.” Sam grumbled as they finally turned onto the bunker’s drive. “I’m going to see Eileen in the morning. I know you’re going to be gross.”

Dean mock gasped. “I’ve never been gross in my freakin’ life-“

Sam cut him off with a flat look. “Last time you guys were separated this long, you broke the table.”

“It was a weak table.” Dean grinned at the air. He was going to break more than a table this time. He didn’t love his bed frame. The wall could use some repainting. Maybe they could get a new couch, too-

“Can you at least wait until I’m gone?” Sam sighed, and Dean shrugged, turning off the engine with an even wider grin.

“No promises.”

Sam groaned, but there was no point sticking around to hear more complaints. They were home. She was waiting for him inside, and they had a whole week to catch up on, and Dean wasn’t going to just sit and listen to Sammy bitch about safe sex and how expensive furniture is when he could rush out of the car, and run downstairs.

He shouted Her name the moment he opened the door, and didn’t get a response.

There was the brief moment of fear. Cold and raw fear that something bad had happened, and She was gone. But all the lights were off in the library, all the spare cars had been in the garage, and they were home a day earlier than planned.

It was also two in the morning.

She was probably just in bed. Everything was fine.

More than fine.

Everything was pretty freaking awesome, because Dean opened the door to their room, and She was right where he’d left Her. The whole room was a bit tidier—She’d been stress cleaning again—and She was wearing his shirt as she curled into the sheets, but it could be as if he’d never left at all.

He tried not to disturb Her, as he shuffled into the room. Shedding all his dirtied clothing and kicking off his shoes, before slowly crawling into bed and grinning down at Her in the dark. She was beautiful. She was always beautiful, but there was something about this that made him feel like he was looking at an angel. Better than an angel. Something actually holy and perfect, that he shouldn’t be allowed to see. With hair messy and lips parted, all Her features relaxed and cast in pretty shadows.

Dean probably looked like a creep, just sitting here and staring.

He didn’t really give a shit.

Not when he reached down to pull a little hair out of Her mouth and She rolled over, wrapping Her arms around his torso. Her face pressed into his side, Dean tried to carefully move Her away—he needed to lie down, and pull Her onto his chest—and She let out most adorable grunt of annoyance in the damn world.

“Sweetheart,” he whispered, trying again, and She only gripped him tighter. “Damnit, baby, I gotta move-“

She grumbled something incoherent, and Dean sighed, raising his voice slightly.

“Alright, c’mon-“

“Dean?” She rolled over to look at him, blinking in the dark, and son of a bitch, he was the luckiest asshole alive. “You’re home?”

“Yeah, baby. ’S me.”

“Sam-“ She yawned, Her eyes remaining somehow narrowed on his. “Sam said you be home tomorrow-“

“We wrapped up early.” He shrugged, giving Her a tiny smile as he tried to move Her again.

And she didn’t cling to him this time.

But She didn’t go easily either.

Dean grunted as She sat suddenly up, tackling him with a surprising amount of strength for someone who’d been asleep three minutes ago. Throwing Her arms fully around his neck and burying Her face in his shoulder. Dean’s arms flew up to hold Her, and she hummed happily, squeezing him a little tighten.

“Missed you,” She mumbled against his skin, and Dean’s grin grew.

“Missed you too, sweetheart. Long hunt without you.”

“Hm.” She pulled back with a small frown, taking Dean’s face between soft hands and turning it for examination.

“I’m in one piece,” he said Her name, his grins never faltering, and She sighed, dropping Her face back to his shoulder.

“Still wanna check.”

“Don’t worry, Sammy didn’t let me run into traffic.”

She made a light humphing sound, and Dean kissed the side of Her head.

“Good week without us botherin’ you?”

“No.” She grumbled. “This place is too big, Dean, it was so boring.”

He chuckled, rubbing firm circles on Her back, and this was why he’d wanted to come home so damn bad. She fit perfectly in his arms, and the bed didn’t damn matter as long as She was the one he was sharing it with.

And the other thing, too.

The one that he’d been more than ready to let wait for morning, because She’d obviously been tired, and they’d have the whole bunker to themselves.

The one that She seemed to be more than ready for now, with the way She was starting to grind into his lap and kiss over his neck.

“Baby,” he muttered. “You don’t have to- You can go back to bed-“

“Do you want me to go back to bed?” She leaned back, giving him a small smile, and he sighed.

“It’s late-“

“We’ve gone all night before,” She kissed his jaw, and a warm little rush spread through his whole body. Right into his cock, already starting to grow uncomfortable at the feeling of Her perfect ass rolling over it. And Her breasts were pressed against his chest and begging to be played with, and She wasn’t-

Dean grunted Her name, his hands flying to Her hips. “You’re not wearing underwear.”

“Was only me home.” She mumbled, and he fought down a groan when Her lips brushed over his neck. “Might’ve missed you a lot.”

Son of a bitch. Now that image was pushing its way into his head—Her splayed out on the sheets, Her hand between her legs as She wore Dean’s shirt, and called out Dean’s name—and the strain of his erection grew painful.

“We don’t have to.” She mumbled, pulling back to meet his gaze. “If you don’t wanna, Dean, you can just-“

Dean pulled Her down into a long, firm kiss, and it was impossible to deny Her. Not when he’d been away this long, and he’d spent his own share of nights in the shower, thinking about this exact moment and fisting his cock in his hand. Her lips parted so easily for him, when he pressed his tongue into Her mouth. And when he let his hand wander down to squeeze Her ass, She made a breathy sound that made him sort of dizzy.

“I wanna,” he muttered, moving his lips down to kiss along Her throat. “You have no idea, sweetheart, it’s all I’ve been thinkin’ about. But you’re tired-“

She shook Her head, wiggling in his grip. “No, ‘m not.”

Dean pulled back, giving Her a flat look. “You were dead asleep-“

“Awake now,” She shrugged, holding his gaze, and Dean was too lost in how damn pretty She looked—swollen lips and messy hair and his—to realize what Her hand, trailing lazily down his chest, was aiming for. Not until She palmed him over his underwear, and the rush of it hit him like a train.

And She moved slowly. Gave him time to stop Her.

But Dean was almost under some sort of spell. Trapped in Her gaze and the feeling of Her hand, pulling him out and starting to slowly stroke him. It was torture. Perfect goddamn torture, his body melting into the sheets and his breathing growing labored as the entire world narrowed to just Her. Her hands—She’d leaned back, taking his cock in both damn hands and making his hips jerk up—working him until sleep really was the last damn thing to worry about. She looked at him so sweetly, with a borderline awe as a groan of Her name escaped his throat, and She’d goddamn straddled his thigh, grinding against it as Dean lost himself in the numbing pleasure from just Her damn hands.

She was building him right to the edge. There was that tension in his body, and it was going to snap if he didn’t stop it. And She was fucking soaked against his thigh, looked so pretty and needy, and he needed to feel Her. Needed to give Her anything She wanted, and then whatever he had left to offer.

He surged up without a warning, crashing his mouth over Her’s and pulling Her hands away from his cock with a groan. There was brief strain of frustration, but he’d get over it. He might just cum without friction, if She kept this up. Her arms wrapping around his neck in half a second as She met his kiss with the same starved fervor, and Her legs hooking over his waist as he lowered Her onto her back, kissing Her deep into the mattress.

She giggled, when he moved to kiss Her neck. And it was the high, breathless giggle he knew too well. It meant She was desperate for him, and it always went straight to his dick, and goddamnit he couldn’t deny Her the world if she asked for it. He’d been a goner the moment She’d decided to kiss him instead of just passing out.

“Not tired, huh?” He muttered, and She hummed.

“No.” She squirmed below him, hips pressed right against his still throbbing cock, and he had to grit his teeth to keep it the fuck together. “Dean, please-“

He kissed Her again, going and going with teeth and tongue until She was panting and scratching his back. “Think I can make you tired, baby girl?”

She moaned, nodding and blinking up at him under fluttering lashes. The only thing that stopped him from blowing it right there was the promise of, after, burying himself inside her and finishing with Her wrapped around him.

He could hold it off. Keep himself in control, with a last, softer kiss on Her lips and wink as he started to make his way down Her body.

But goddamnit, She was a sight to behold. The best thing to taste in the damn world. Dean helped Her out of his shirt, and She was so soft, Her tits bouncing perfectly against Her chest. Her back arched off the bed as he took Her nipple in his mouth, sucking until a loud, pleading gasp left Her, and he switched to the other one.

There was no rush. They had nothing but time. And Dean was going to use it. Work Her right up to the edge as well as he could, make it easier for Her to take him and Her own release strong enough to make Her putty in his arms. He goddamn loved it. How She trusted him enough to touch Her like this, how he was the only one who got to touch Her like this, all the little sounds She made when he kissed over Her navel and trailed two fingers between the dripping, puffy lips of Her pussy.

Nothing compared to the sounds She made when he latched his mouth around Her clit though. And he could get high of the squeaking plea of his name, as he slowly pushed two fingers into Her cunt and she clenched around him. He could die here, with Her thighs trying to suffocate him and the taste of Her arousal on his tongue. He crooked his fingers, rubbing on that sweet spot inside of Her as he sucked Her clit, and she was going to yank his hair out of his damn scalp.

“Fuck, Dean-“ She cut herself off with another moan, and it fucking hurt, how much he needed Her. He couldn’t stop himself groaning, working his tongue in tiny flicks until She moaned again and started to grind onto his face.

It was an effort, to stop himself from fucking to mattress. But She was so goddamn warm against his face, wet and tight around his fingers, and he knew that sound She was making. She was close. Dean was getting Her close, and he wanted to fucking feel it when She came.

He forced himself back and She whined, pouting up at him in the dark. “That’s mean.”

“Sorry, baby girl.” He hummed, grinning at Her as he wiped his face.

She looked like she was going to argue with him, but Dean just held Her gaze, and sucked his fingers clean. He knew his girl.

That always fucking got Her.

And there was nothing better in the world than watching Her mouth fall open, Her legs spreading mindlessly in an invitation for him to take. To have Her and throw everything into it, to let Dean make Her feel good.

He always did. It made him feel bigger, when he did. He never did anything between his hands or mouth than use them for Her. They’d been stained and angry, and he’d been twisted and tired, but She still loved him like that. And She was beautiful and smart, so he couldn’t really get any better than something She loved.

And She was never prettier than when She was ruined. Completely devoid of all the nervous tension Dean still loved, but made Her wired and anxious.

So Dean felt a little bigger than fucking God, when he got to lean over and kiss Her gently, and She reacted to his every touch. Arching and Leaning into his, tracing Her hands over his chest and setting off a fire in his gut, whispering a soft plea of his name.

Dean would do anything for Her.

And he when She said his name like that, he’d have to be a sorry asshole to keep teasing Her. So he drew back with his brows raised, and She gave him a tiny nod.

“Wanna feel you,” She mumbled, hands trailing through his hair, and he groaned, diving back for another kiss.

She’d been a menace around his fingers.

Around his cock, he never felt like he could be anywhere better. She fit him perfectly. Took him perfectly, with parted lips and a small gasp as he slid home. He tried to make it easier—if She kept squeezing him like that, he was going to cum like a fucking teenager—and rose up, angling Her hips better.

That was it. At first. He could see Her tits bounce as She whimpered for him to move, and rub Her clit in tight circles to try and relax Her further.

But She’d been restless. And She started to squirm, and he wasn’t going to last. The friction combined with the feeling of Her, he was going to goddamn lose it.

So he flipped Her over and kissed up Her spine, sliding back and watching Her writhe with a firm grip on Her ass. But She was trying to damn kill him, and started to push further back so his cock bumped so deep inside Her it felt like She was swallowing him, and they had to move again.

He tried to lower back down over Her body—pinning Her to the mattress—but Her pussy fluttered around him, and he couldn’t stop the jerk of his hips. A gasping moan leaves Her and he grunted, kissing against Her neck.

“Sorry, baby-“

“More.” She gasped, twisting Her face to kissing Dean until he was pretty damn sure he was flying, his hips piston in and out of Her in desperate movement. “Need more, Dean, feels so good-“

“Fuck,” he grunted, and She was going to kill him.

He rolled them over so She was above him, but he felt like he was on fire and didn’t have enough strength to stop Her from bouncing on his cock. He was going to cum, but She wasn’t there yet, and he wanted to watch Her fall over the edge with him-

“Jesus, sweetheart.” He grunted, pushing up so She was in his lap and caged against his chest, and this was it. She threw Her head back against his shoulder with a moan, lashes fluttering and mouth wide open, and he’d never seen anything hotter in his life.

“Dean,” She gasped, melting into him as he rolled his hips against Her, and She squeezed him like a goddamn vice. “Please, you’re- So big-“

“Shit- I’ve got you.” He kissed up Her neck, grunting when She captured his mouth and Her nail dug into his arm. The pain was more like little lightning bolts through his body, and he was going to explode. “Think you can cum with me, baby girl? Cum all over my cock, let me feel you-“

She nodded, and Dean found Her clit, pressing and playing with it until She was gasping his name and squirming in his grip and-

“Dean-“

“C’mon, sweetheart.” He grunted, and the tension in him was set to snap again. “Come for me, you can do it-“

She screamed his name, Her release seeming to wrack Her whole body, and Dean lost it. The view of Her in his arms, calling his name and going slack with pleasure, combined with the feeling of Her cumming around him, tipped him over the edge.

He fucked Her through their dual release, too far gone to stop until She was curled back into his chest, and the last of his release was dribbling down Her thighs.

If She wasn’t already snuggling into his arms, that might have gotten him ready for round two.

But this was pretty goddamn good too. Pulling out Her with a hiss from the loss of warmth, kissing Her brow before carrying Her to the bathroom. She used to toilet while he changed the sheets, almost falling off the seat when Dean returned and scooped Her into his arms.

“Dean.” She mumbled against his shoulder, and he grunted an acknowledgment. “‘M sleepy.”

He chuckled, and he could feel his own exhaustion starting to press on his shoulders.

There were far worse things to be tired from, though.

“I know,” he murmured Her name, and kissed the top of Her head. “Let’s go to bed.”

End Note: Dean I'm never going to let the spn writers hurt you. As long as you're with me you'll get pussy and fluff, and that's a promise.

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izadi234 · 3 days ago

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A/N: Hello! I know I KNOW I said I would post the next chapter of Forget me not BUT! My sister got me obssed with Kpop Demon Hunters, and since its release, I've been down bad for every single character from that movie ever since so here is one of my ideas!

Famous Producer! Reader (Romantic) x Kpop Demon Hunters

Bodyguard! Father! Reader (Platonic) x Kpop Demon Hunters (kind of)

This small draft is about Huntr/x and I'm planning to write one about the Saja Boys in this same storyline.

Imagine you being a famous producer. You've been working with tons of famous idols, from groups to solo idols, but the ones that were your favorite and the cherry on the top for your career were Huntr/x.

And no, you didn't meet them just because. You see, the girls need new ideas not only for songs or dances but to advertise and produce their songs at the beginning of their career and despite having the old producers from the 'Sunlight Sisters' their ideas were... old, and they didn't get the ideas that Huntr/x had in their minds.

That's when your father came in. He was a bodyguard, specifically the 'Sunlight Sisters' bodyguard and later on Huntr/x's. He saw how his girls struggled with explaining their ideas to the old producers, so he gave them your number, and after a lot of things about it, they told Bobby to schedule an appointment with you.

At first, you didn't think too much when you saw the email of this guy named Bobby and just decided to give it a shot because of the name of the group, which you found cool.

But your jaw dropped when you recognized the girls or, specifically, the girl.

Rumi. Kpop royalty. She was at your door with two of her friends. And she wanted you to produce their first song. Yeah, you.

You were a bundle of nerves, and to be honest, you made a fool of yourself in front of them. Just a bit. But they found that very cute.

"So... You're (Name), right?" Rumi asked kindly as she smiled at you

Meanwhile, you were staring at her and her friends as if you've never seen someone like them, but her voice pulled you back to earth.

"I uh... Sorry, what was the question?" You chuckled nervously

They couldn't think of you as more than a cute and a bit awkward producer but damn weren't their jaws down to the floor when you started working.

Your face changed immediately. Your eyes were focused, and your lips were in a fine line as they explained to your their song and ideas. They waited for you to interrupt them once you got confused but that never happened.

Once they finished explaining themselves, you started giving them some ideas and suggestions, leaving them completely surprised that you had understood their vision.

"We know there is a lot we are asking for, so it would be valid if you had doubts or didn't understand at all" Zoey said, a bit embarrassed, not by their ideas but the complexity and how she thought none of them could explain themselves

"Oh no. I understood," you assured her."So basically, what you want is..."

Yeah, and you proceed to explain exactly what they all wanted for their song and it's production.

Ever since that day you became their producer and friend... Well, at least that's what you call them, for them you were more than a friend.

But it wasn't only your personality or work that pulled them towards you. You had something special, something that made the moon honmoon around you react differently.

Around you, the honmoon was yellow, a very chirpy and happy yellow, but you never seemed to notice it, or if you knew it, then you never paid mind to it.

For our 3 hunters, it was fascinating and scary. Maybe you were hurting their honmoon without knowing, or maybe you knew about it but didn't know what to do about it. They were sure that you weren't doing it on purpose as they didn't feel tense around you but didn't know what to do.

That's when they went to Celine. She was impressed and excited which left the girls confused but then she explained herself.

"As you may know, yellow is one of the 5 principal colors of Korea. It represents fertility and abundance, but many years ago, it represented high status and wisdom. Ever since the first hunters appeared, there's been a few people who presented this kind of color with the honmoon. Those people had an ability that was believed given by the gods so they could help fight evil. They're gifted with powerful minds full of emotions and creativity, which later one was discovered could help the hunters write and perform their songs better and give the honmoon more strength. Not every generation was lucky enough to meet one of these 'shooting stars' as they called them, but the three of you must be the luckiest of all. Now that you're so close to seal the golden honmoon, this shooting star appears right in front of you. Let them help you, but don't tell them anything. They may get scared and don't understand our duty as hunters"

And that's how your friendship began.

Meanwhile, your father was happy that you had found some friends in those girls (even though he noticed the way the three of them looked at you or how they asked about you) and to be honest he would be more than happy to see you with them in a more romantic relationship but that was your decision to make.

"Hey F/N (Father's Name)! Have you seen (Name)? I wanted her opinion about some lyrics" Zoey said as she walked into a room where your father was resting and talking with Bobby

"Oh. They must be at their apartment" he said

"Really? Oh, well. And do they like jajangmyeon?"

"What does that have to do with checking some lyrics?" He asked her

"..."

"Zoey..."

Before anything else happened, Zoey ran away like a little child that had been caught painting the walls.

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"Hey F/N! Bobby!" he heard Rumi's voice behind both men that were discussing the girls' schedule for the day

"Rumi" F/N greeted her with a small nod while Bobby greeted her with more energy

"I've been wondering... Is (Name) coming to our show tonight?" She asked a bit nervous

"I don't know. I guess so" he looked at herwith his eyes half open in a suspicious way

"Why?"

"I-I I was just wondering, that's all" she said nervous

"Yeah... right..." he didn't believe her

"And... are they free after the show?"

"Rumi!"

Then the girl ran off

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"Hey F/N" Mira greeted him as he was checking the security points of a stadium where the girls were going to preform

"Yes, Mira?" He turned to look at her

"Which is (Name)'s favorite color?"

"I uh... it's f/c" he answered a bit, confused by her question

"Really? Thanks!" She turned around and ran towards backstage again

"Girls, I know her favorite color!" He heard her shout at the other two hunters

"Really? Awesome!" Some other voices could be heard from the backstage

"Wait Mira!" He called out for her

"Why do you wanna know their favorite color?! Mira!"

Yeah... Your father was a bit overprotective over you, but hey! He was your father. He had a valid reason.

But he still trusted those girls as he had seen them grown over the last years.

Everything was perfect for them. The honmoon was about to turn golden. You were by their side supporting them, oblivious about the risks they face every day and the importance of the songs you help to write and produce. F/N and Bobby were also by their sides and the fans adored them.

Nothing could go wrong, right?

Well, everything went downhill when a new boy band was forming at the Underworld.

Hello! I hope you like this small writing because I had fun writing it and I have more ideas! Still I would like to see if you had any ideas or something like that or even requests!

Anyway thank you so much and see you in the next one!

XOXO

-Izadi

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kokii-omii · 3 days ago

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Flight Fest Race Event Story (part 2)

part 1

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[Shaftlands - Feather-Fair City]

🪽: Okay so everyone stay close together because the street get REALLY crowded in preparation for the flight fest

🫗: geez you think that even after living here for 6 years I'd get used to the crowds

🍎: so many people...

🍩: guess this event is no joke to the locals, they're all so hyped for it

🐈‍⬛: nyahaha! i can already smell the free food from here!

🦐: Grim don't you dare run off-

🪽: little grimmy you only get free food when we WIN the race

🫗: you mean IF we win the race

🦁: already lowering your expectations huh? i thought you had more guts than that

🫗: oh we're winning this thing, im just making sure we have all our options right, its called thinking ahead

🌼: Sounds more like pessimism to me

🫗: BEE??

🍎: who is she?

🪽: she's peyn's older sister Phoebe, but i didn't know she'd be here

🍩: she's quite the looker if im being honest

🫗: dude! not my sister, thats gross

🌼: you never even had a chance to begin with junior, so keep walking, we've got places to be

🫗: wait Bee why are you here, i thought grams was supposed to pick us up, i even sent her a text n stuff to tell her we'd be coming

🌼: did you really think grams knows how to use her phone?

🫗: fair point, she still thinks a computer mouse is the same thing as the animals

🌼: anyway enough chit chat, im here to take you guys to where you'll be staying for the rest of the week

🍎: how are we gonna get there? this place doesn't exactly look like you could fit a blastcycle in here

🍩: and nobody said we had to bring brooms

🪽: oh yeah no we gotta walk most of the time, but dont worry its not that far

🪽: our place is just up these stairs so it won't be a problem really

🫗: yeah for you....

🐈‍⬛:Mrah! thats a lot of steps...

🦁: im gonna wring your neck like a wet rag

🌼: they actually installed a bunch of escalators next to the steps so you guys dont have to worry your sweaty little heads about that

🍩: well thats a relief.., i was scared that id have to walk up all of that with all these bags

🪽: you guys are being dramatic, the stairs aren't even that bad

🦁&🍎&🍩: thats cuz you live here

[Feather-Fair City - Helio Hotel]

🌼: alright, here's the card to your suite, you all have your own rooms there and you guys can settle down or explore or whatever,

🌼: just be sure to meet me in the lobby by 4:30 so i can take all of you twerps to your fittings for the suits

🌼: there's food in the fridge, table, whatever go eat if you want to

🌼: if you have an emergency, call room service not me, so dont bother getting in touch with me until 4:30, later dorks

🍎: man your sister sure is something

🍩: i definitely see the resemblance

🦁: im out, nobody bother me til we go down the lobby

🐈‍⬛: guess even in a lively event as this Leona still decides he'd rather take a nap

🐈‍⬛: which means more food for me! nyahaha! cmon yuu!

🦐: its snack time!

🪽: i gtg to the lobby for a bit and get some stuff from my dad, he's gonna be dropping off some gear

🪽: you guys can walk around the hotel if you want, this place is pretty big anyway, the garden is pretty nice too,

🪽: i can give you guys a tour around the city if you want, we can go around and see the stalls and maybe eat some of the snacks they're selling, My treat!

🍩: if you're paying then I'm definitely going!

🍎: i wanna see too!

🫗: im calling my grandma first to see where she's at, maybe we can give her some of the snacks we buy if we see her

🪽: Good call, anyway brb I'll come get you guys when i get back, remember- Phoebe said we gotta be back in the lobby by 4:30 so she can take us to our fittings

*door closes*

🫗: should we take Leona-senpai with us?

🍩: nah leave him, he gets mad if you wake him up from his nap, we can bring him some snacks when we get back

🦐: we should probably leave him a note

🍎: i wonder if they have barbecue in one of the stalls...

🐈‍⬛: maybe they have tuna too...mmm

[Feather-Fair City - marketplace]

🍎: Wah! thats a lot of people!

🫗: maybe we should go tomorrow...

🍩: and miss out on the sale today?? are you kidding? im goin over there , see ya later! *fwee!*

🫗: Ruggie-senpai wait- *runs*

🍎: do we go follow them?

🪽: nah they'll be fine, if they get lost then they can go back to the hotel

🍎: *sniff* W-Whats that delicious smell!!

🐈‍⬛: *sniff sniff* Mrah! its coming from over there!

🪽: ah its chicken skewers! cmon guys I'll go buy you some

🪽: excuse me! four skewers please!

👤: coming right up!.......here ya go sonny four skewers hot and ready!

🪽: thank you! dig in guys!

🐈‍⬛&🍎:*nom*.....!!! ITS SO GOOD!

👤: haha! im glad you kids like it, you're here to watch the flight fest right?

🐈‍⬛: how'd ya know?

👤:we got a lot of people coming from all sorts of places just to see it

👤: especially since word got out that the eldest son of the Nikos family will be the one racing instead

👤: and he hasn't made a public appearance in almost three years! can you imagine that?

🍎: yeah.. I wonder why...

🪽: *ahem* maybe its cuz he didn't wanna have others up in his BUSINESS *pinch*

🍎: ow! that hurts!

👤: now that i look at ya more, you kinda look like hi-

🪽: WELL- WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT! its almost 4:30! haha- cmon guys lets go find Peyn and Ruggie and hope Ruggie doesn't mooch off Peyn- See ya mister! thanks for the skewers!

almost forgot to tag @pamist

---------------------------------------------------alright im gonna cut that off right there and save the rest for the next chapter

Part 3 (soon)

#letting it simmer low key helps #twst oc #twst #twisted wonderland oc #twisted wonderland #oc #twst wonderland #Flight Fest Race #Pan Nikos

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gothamwing · 2 days ago

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𝓕𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵𝔂 𝓝𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 - 𝓑𝓻𝓾𝓬𝓮 𝓦𝓪𝔂𝓷𝓮

A family night shouldn't be so hard to happen, right? At least it was what you believed. You were dating Bruce for six months, and still, his kids were avoiding you in the manor. Till one night when Bruce needed to go on patrol, and Dick saw you all alone in the living room, looking... sad.

warnings: kinda angst with a fluffy ending, Bruce having a lot of ex-girlfriends, insecurity.

pairing: Bruce Wayne x Batmom! Reader

W.C: 1.016

⭐️ Their ages are not right, okay? I just wanted the "batkids" to be... well, kids, then they are teens/kids, Dick being the oldest and Damian the youngest.

I had this idea randomly, and I didn't plan something too deep.

“But it's Friday night.” You said, quietly, when Bruce started to wear his Batman suit.

“I know, sweetheart, but it's urgent” He kissed your cheek in a featherly touch, caressing your skin right after. “I promise, you won't even miss me.”

“But…"

“I promise everything will be okay. Alfred is reading a book in his bedroom, but you can call him if you need help, and the kids are in their rooms.”

“Today was supposed to be a family night!” The plea in your voice wasn't subtle, and Bruce knew why.

You were trying to win his kids over since the first month you two began to date. You tried, a lot, actually. You went to the school presentations, helped doing homework, made cookies and even tried to buy gifts.

Three months ago, you made a plan. Every Friday night should be a Family Night, and you would make popcorn and everyone would sit on the couch together to watch a funny movie, maybe you could even play some jigsaw puzzle or board games with them.

First Friday? No one appeared.

Second one? No one as well.

The third.

Fourth.

Fifth…

Just Bruce kept you company during all those nights where you made five bowls of popcorn and waited for them to appear.

And today you wouldn't have him apparently.

“I am really sorry, love.” A gentle squeeze on your arm was the last thing he gave you before he headed to the door, passing by it and disappearing.

You sighed, looking at the window, seeing soft raindrops tapping against the glass. Even the weather was mocking you.

The clock was the only audible sound in that damn manor. You walked all the way towards the kitchen, knocking on the kids' doors to ask if they would watch a movie with you.

Dick was practicing gymnastics.

Jason was reading.

Tim and Duke were doing homework.

Cass didn't answer.

Stephanie said she was busy.

Damian just huffed.

Alone, as always.

You didn't want to bother Alfred, then headed to the kitchen. Maybe you could still make some popcorn and watch something, right? Maybe the board games that you bought months ago could be useful even with just one person. Maybe if you made some popcorn, they would still appear.

Maybe…

“Dad said that you don't need to wait for him.” The childish voice startled you, but your eyes softened when you saw Dick, still wearing gym clothes, behind you.

“Thanks, Dick…” You tried to smile, a soft action that made him smile as well.

He looked at the counter, three bowls filled with popcorn just waiting there.

“Will you… eat everything?” He looked surprised, curious even, as his gaze switched from the popcorn to you.

“No, I just…” You sighed, again, looking at him. “Am I a bad mom?”

Dick widened his eyes. “What?”

“I mean… I am trying, I am really trying, Dick. But I don't feel like I am enough here.” You said out loud what your mind was saying to yourself these last days. That you aren't enough.

And you would never be.

“Forget it.” You turned your back to him, reaching to grab some popcorn. “I will just watch something till I fall asleep.” You mumbled, grabbing the bowls.

But Dick frowned slightly, seeing you so depressed.

***

“She is not even our mom.” Dick pinched Damian's cheek when the words came out from the little boy's mouth. “Ouch! But it is true!”

“Honestly, Dick, Dad had enough girlfriends for a lifetime.” Jason rolled his eyes, looking at his oldest brother. “Who will guarantee that she's not like the others? Maybe in two weeks she won't be here anymore.”

“What if you're wrong?” Dick asked. “What if now she is the definitive mom that we will have?"

“What if she is not?” Tim sighed, looking discouraged. “You can't promise me this.”

Everyone was silent after this, looking at each other. Stephanie hugged her own small legs, the blonde hair falling over her shoulders.

“The last mom just wanted money…”

“And the one before called us a nuisance.” Cass added, quietly, leaning her head on Steph's shoulder.

Damian looked away, almost looking sad.

“But she is not a bad person” Duke muttered, looking at his own hands, playing with his own fingers.

Dick made a surprised sound, walking next to Duke. “Say it again?”

The younger looked up, nervous. “She is not a bad person. She went to my science fair last month.”

“Exactly!” Dick looked around, his voice louder than before. “Remember how many times she tried to make us happy!”

“She bought me new headphones.” Cass whispered.

“She took me to the movie theater.” Tim did as well.

“She helped me with homework.” Jason said, closing his book.

“Remember every time when she was good to us” Dick said, now looking at Damian. “We could, at least, give her a chance to prove herself.”

The boy sighed, nodding. “Whatever. What do you want? That we go to the living room to have a Family Night with her?”

***

The TV was showing a random movie that you chose some minutes ago, but it was already forgotten once you were now in the kitchen, eating popcorn alone and scrolling through your cell phone.

That was, until you heard a loud sound of something falling on the ground.

You stood up and walked to the living room, looking for the source of the sound when you saw seven kids sitting on the cushions, wearing cute pajamas and holding pillows and blankets.

You froze, confused and impressed, but a warm feeling on your chest almost made you cry when Dick questioned, smiling big: “What movie are we going to watch?”

“I want action!” Jason announced, raising his hand.

“Romance!” Stephanie continued.

“Mystery!” Tim rambled.

“What about comedy?” You commented, almost shy when all the eyes were on you, and for a moment you thought they were going to leave you alone again. But everyone nodded and looked at you again.

It was the first time that you didn't feel alone.

And you hoped it wasn't the last.

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yellowf1nch · 2 days ago

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Warning: Minors do not interact

**There will be potential spoilers from this point forward regarding endings with certain characters. There may have been some in the last part, however I think it was still vague enough. I have certain characters I want to explore in this dynamic with specificity to their storylines, so consider this a warning if you do not wish to have anything revealed to you prematurely.**

(Part 3 of the problematic roommate storyline)

You awake in stillness. Quiet. There's a fatigue in your body, and a thrumming pain across your face that becomes more apparent as you pull further from sleep. You roll yourself upwards, head heavy and balance askew even while sitting. Memories flood back, at first it seemed all a terrible dream, but the reflection that greets you above your dresser reminds you just how real everything is. Your stomach growls, so you make your way to the top of the stairs, but hesitate descending when you hear your roommate down there now. Will they attack you again? Do you even have the fortitude to listen if they want to talk?

Thoughts swim around your head, and time apparently passes quicker than you think. You hear your roommate move towards the foyer, and into the gym. The Cross Trainer kicks on, so you take this as your chance to eat. As you round the stairs, you hear a clink from the floor grate beside you, the one Skylar sits inside. Debating once again, if your exhaustion would put you up to the task of using the dateviators, you hear the bathroom door just ahead click open, and see if fall slightly open. Well, maybe it wouldn't hurt to have Farya give you a once over.

You quietly reach down, arm entering the vent and feeling around until your fingers brush metal wire and plastic lenses. You retrieve the dateviators, waiting until you enter the bathroom and making sure you are locked inside before putting them on. Immediately, Skylar, Farya, and Amir come forward. They all talk at once, over each other, asking how you feel, noting how you look, about what happened. You start to take the glasses off, overwhelmed, when they all shout in unison, "NO."

"You might be concussed," Farya says, a slight grin on her face, if an unsteady one. "I need to make certain there are no broken bones, damaged nerves... Don't even get me started on hemorrhaging..." She begins to talk more to herself as you sit on Jean-Loo, cleaning you up, testing nerve responses, and even needing to administer some stitches. Amir had left before much of this, apparently a bit squeamish despite wanting to help. Skylar remained. She held your hand to squeeze, though she, too, seemed to wince and avoid looking at you for much of the time Farya worked.

"Maybe you should call in the police," she says, "this... isn't really within anyone's wheelhouse to put up with." Farya finishes up, then takes her leave. You look at Skylar, your voice scratchy and low as you tell her you're afraid. You're afraid of what might happen, mostly to the dateables, to the dateviators. If something goes wrong, the objects could get hurt. She sighs, and crouches at your feet.

"But you're already hurt. Don't worry about us. Besides, if the authorities can get your roommate out of the picture, then that's better for all of us, right?" You admit that your gut is far more hesitant, but maybe it would be for the best. The sooner you call, the more concrete the report will be. Though, you still aren't sure if anything would actually come of it. And if your roommate tries to spin things against you... Skylar takes your hand, seeing how unsure you are. "Hey, it's okay to not feel sure. You've gone through a lot, and, if you aren't comfortable getting anyone involved, then you don't have to. But, you have our support, and whatever happens, you won't be alone." You nod, softly thanking her, before you reach up and remove the dateviators. Your stomach growls again, so you finish up in the bathroom, and make sure your roommate isn't waiting to ambush you as soon as you leave. It seems they've moved onto something else, and it sounds like they're on a personal phone call.

You don't want to spend too much time here, feeling exposed in the open kitchen, and you are certain you could only stomach a simple breakfast anyway. You make a bowl of cereal, eating in the stillness, pretending that everything is like it was before Skylar was delivered here. Then again, a part of you admits that it's... Nice. To have people to talk to, to meet, even. If it weren't for Valdivian's shelling out to the military, you might have considered trying for a degree to be the leading datable anthropologist. But, the dateviators have to be destroyed, and before that, every object has to be awakened and realized. Or, that's what Skylar has told you. And it feels to be a task insurmountable, especially with your roommate around. You finish eating and quickly wash your bowl and spoon, moving back up to your bedroom. The LED lights you have on flicker, a common occurrence since you moved in, and you recall the few times in the Breaker Box how Volt would wince when they did. In fact, you remember a very curt conversation with Eddy yesterday where he mentioned it's just maintenance he's working on while he pushed you out the door.

You make your way back to the box, mindful of your roommate moving around downstairs, and quietly open the closet. You close it behind you, hoping Dorian will understand to stay closed while you're here. You put the dateviators back on, wincing as they again sit on your injuries, and you activate them, opening the club and going inside. It's empty, but Eddy sits on the floor by the bar, seeming to be adjusting some of the legs of the barstools. He looks over when you enter, swearing under his breath.

"The hell do you want, bar's closed." You walk closer, still keeping some distance, mentioning the flickering lights again. Only this time, you make it clear you expect something to be done about it. Eddy rolls his eyes, but when he looks at you again, curses biting at the back of his teeth, he seems shocked as he notices the discolored patches mapping your face.

"How much do you have to do?" You ask, taking the opportunity while he was caught off-guard. At your question, he quickly recovers.

"A lot. Now if you don't mind, I'm busy." He looks back to what he was working on.

"I want to help," you say, no hesitation in your voice. Eddy looks back up at you, gives you a once over, and breathes a chuckle. "I'm serious. I'm not afraid of hard work." He meets your eyes, and looks back down at the stool in front of him, squaring his jaw.

"I said I'm busy."

You cross your arms, lips pursed despite their reluctance to do so. "And I said I want to help."

Eddy resumes his task, albeit with a poorly restrained frustration, "I don't care what you want."

"Well you're gonna care real soon, because if you won't let me help you, I'll have to either call an electrician or figure things out myself." Eddy's motions become even more agitated, but you continue, "Besides. You clearly have a lot on your plate to be having issues with the power flickering since I moved in, so an extra set of hands would only make things go quicker." In response, you hear exasperated curses of your name under his breath.

"You wanna call an electrician, then go ahead. You're just wasting my time!"

"I don't want to call an electrician, I want to help you!"

"I don't need your help!"

"I'm not convinced." Eddy growls at you, tossing the tool he was holding down and rubbing his face. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he sighs.

"You wanna help so bad? Fine. Come back tomorrow and you'll wish you never set foot in this club." You instinctively try to smile, but strain with your stitches and bruises. Eddy avoids your gaze, trying to wiggle the barstool leg he was working on, then stands and sets the stool upright. Eventually he does look at you, his expression falling flat, "Get out."

Nodding, you turn to leave, and when you exit the Breaker Box, you realize the closet door is still closed. You hear your roommate throwing things around downstairs, yelling to themselves about things never being fair, about how everything good that happens to them is taken away. You start to leave, but they seem to move up and down the stairs, back and forth between rooms. You wait for them to go back down, and swiftly move back to your bedroom, locking the door. Considering the last charge you have on the dateviators, you turn your aim to Dorian. When he appears, he's looking at you with an expression you hadn't seen before.

"How... How bad is it?" A brow raises at your question.

"If you are referring to the state of the household, I'd say it's as bad as it sounds. Wallace and I are both tough gents... let's just say it's not easy for either of us to get knocked into each other."

"Are you hurt? Do I need to-"

"You don't need to do anything, 'cept keep yourself from an early grave. We can all put up with a lot more than you think. There've been kids in this house before, family gatherings. None of us are going anywhere anytime soon."

You pause, thinking perhaps you have been too insistent. Maybe you have been too concerned. Maybe anxiety is getting the better of you.

"For what it's worth," Dorian begins, "respecting Skylar's choice, all 'a what you said last night... Makes me proud to be your friend." He smiles, "Just make sure you take care of yourself as much as you would the rest of us. Now," his face falls back to his usual stern expression, but there remains a dusting of pink at the corners of his eyes, "off to bed with you. And make sure to put Skylar up for the night."

As the dateviators lose their last charge for the day, you gently remove them, and tuck them away where your roommate couldn't reach without waking you. You adjust your pillows and blankets to keep your head from rolling too much overnight, and feel the calm embrace of sleep welcome you.

#date everything skylar #date everything x reader #date everything game #date everything dorian #date everything eddy

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mnnuni · 2 days ago

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Not so private

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x reader

Summary : Jake and Cookie have fallen in love and get through some things before making it a "loud love"

Words : 4246

Genre : fluff, suggestive in some points

Warnings : brief mention of death as a "joke", nothing else I think. Use of (Y/n), if that's a warning, I got a complicated relationship with letting it got completely in my works. Slight mention of Rooster being bisexual. Maybe too much repetitions of the word "sweet"?

Author's note : Reader's callsign is "Cookie", her friends nominated her this because she was bitter as fuck at the academy; in reality she is a ray of sunshine and the sweetest treat Jake and the Dagger squad could ever had.

- Note in the note: I'm actually almost proud of this piece, at least I'm proud of the fact I actually finished something since so long. Please be kind and let me know if you liked it, whatever you thought about it.

*gif's mine, pic from Pinterest

*dividers by @strangergraphics

At first it wasn't a conscious thing, the smiling when he entered the lounge, the way she searched every angle of a room just to get a glimpse of him, the constant thought of wanting to be in the same place for as long as possible...

Everything was okay.

Hangman and Cookie had always teased each other, she was the only one to actually be on his level. Sure, anyone in that group always had a sly remark for everything in their pockets, but those two were on another stage of entente altogether.

Hangman had his eyes sparkle for her smile since the very first moment they were introduced.

But it was normal to have your insides tingle when a coworker told you “you did nice this morning”, right?

The first time Cookie called him cute it was an accident, he was trying to bribe her in order to cheat at pool but she just bent over the table and whispered “being cute can't get you everything”; good thing she had to make her move with the stick or else he would have seen her bright red cheeks.

Of course Jake spent the entire night repeating in his head “she thinks i'm cute?” and smiling like an idiot.

But nothing ever changed.

Until Cookie’s brain finally started to work again one night: they all were at the Hard Deck, it was a friday night like all the others, except … this time a beatiful, tall, young woman approached Hangman. He was waiting for his and the group's drinks, whistling the tunes of the jukebox, when the most confident being she ever saw entering a bar full of navys and marines approached him; you could see from a mile away that her hand on his arm was absolutely-fucking-not “just friendly”, and her flowy dress just added on the dreamy factor. The worst part?

Hangman smiled, he leaned in her presence and flirted with her.

But why was that bothering her?!

The emptiness in her head lasted about three to five seconds, then it came the realisation and the full two minutes of free flow of cursings about the fact that she could not, even for a minute, be thinking of being in love with him.

Too bad she was, in fact, in love with him and actually breathed the love she felt being that it was so big, so deep.

The weirdest thing was that Hangman wasn't even flirting with the girl, he was trying to politely reject the poor thing who didn't know he was as deep as a drowning man for another person. He realized it before (Y/n), weirdly enough, even before this night; even though nothing happened that confirmed this to him, his love just settled in the air one night when he finally reached the “uh” moment.

Until tonight, there is. Turning down a beautiful woman like this because in his mind he could only think of spending the night pressed in a full bench in front of (Y/n) was… rather expected in reality, but it's always good to have a reminder sometimes.

From then on Hangman decided to make it his mission to get even closer to her, the teasing wasn't enough, he had to openly flirt to prove to her that he meant what he always told her. It was actually hilarious how he would freak out in his mind whenever (Y/n) caught on where he was going when saying something like “i don't think you realize what you're doing here” after she took a bite of something while looking at him, or when he got bolder saying “do you have extra room for me?” after she announced she would hit the shower and she didn't stop him! He was on fucking cloud nine when she let him do these things.

On the other side (Y/n) was a bigger mess than him, because why all of a sudden would he do so much more? They were fine with the harmless teasing and occasional fun-flirt they got before, weren't they?

But oh how she loved the attention he gave her. Hangman never spoke those things too much loudly, they were just for her, and that thrilled her even more; because everyone knew how big of a player Jake Seresin had always been, and now he just waited the second everyone around them was distracted to whisper the corniest compliment ever.

It took him two full weeks of relentless flirting to finally corner Cookie and do something really real; after work he showered and drove all the way to her place, he couldn't take it anymore, if she didn't reciprocate Hangman had to know and kill himself in a less painful way than if he waited more.

When (Y/n) opened her door she surely didn't expect him outside.

“Hi?”

Jake prepared a long speech, rehearsed it in the car and all, but even if he felt bold he was still a stupid man in love so he didn’t say anything and instead invented some lame excuse to motivate his presence there.

(Y/n) was an absolute angel and let him in, offered him a beer and a seat on the couch too. Inside of her she felt her brain melt and her stomach flot.

Why the hell was he here?

Oh but who was she to negate herself an opportunity to be in his company outside of work, come on.

They had a really great time, so much that Jake forgot about his plan at some point and just relaxed in her presence. Which was really the easiest thing ever for someone as smitten and ready to watch a food reality show just because she was excited about the new episode.

He actually enjoyed the show, he loved watching everything related to food. He enjoyed even more watching how (Y/n) became more and more comfortable next to him the more they watched; she crossed her legs loosely in front of her and let him be close enough to feel when one of them got excited about the plates and exhaled or leaned against the other slightly in the silence moments.

He enjoyed so much more than that talking to her in that comfy and soft ambience her apartment, even better her in her apartment , got.

“Please you can't really think that Rooster didn't ever had a thought about that girl”, they were debating this thing since five minutes already; (Y/n) took a breath and made the move to get up from the couch and take another beer from the fridge, “okay, I really hope he will forgive me for saying this: Rooster was flirting with the redheaded boy at the bar since the start of the night, that girl meant nothing for him” when she resurfaced from the fridge she was surprised to find Jake next to her, he took the bottle from her and considered what she said “uh… fair” he shrugged and took a sip.

That's when it clicked again, when he remembered how awfully close they were: he was there to confess.

(Y/n) should have had the same thought because when Jake's eyes flickered to her lips she backed away to the wall and started breathing more deeply.

Jake took a step and put the beer on the table.

“I was actually here to tell you something”

Oh shit

(Y/n) gulped and nodded at the same time.

“I'm all ears”

Why was she whispering?

Jake walked until he was an hand away from her

“I was so moronic to prepare a whole speech, mind you”, they both chuckled at that.

Then Jake put his hand on (Y/n)’s waist and settled himself between her legs. She was looking up at him with her lips parted, a little breath escaping when he leaned to her.

He brushed their nose together as if he was asking her if he could do it.

Of course she would tell him yes.

She tilted her head upward and finally, finally Jake kissed her.

They didn't have time to go slow because the instant their lips touched Jake felt his knees give up if he didn't dive in completely.

(Y/n) gripped his hairs and arched her chest to touch him with all of herself; Jake’s hand on her waist tightened while the other cupped her jaw to move her head and deepen the kiss even more. When (Y/n) bit his lower lip and whimpered while doing so, Jake lost all the little control he had left;

He moved his hands to her legs to pick her up and properly make out with her, all tongues and everything.

It was magnificent.

When it came to them that they had to breathe they slightly pulled apart, breaths panting and lips swollen.

(Y/n) had the nerve to chuckle even, “fuck”, Jake chuckled too, “yeah”.

They ended up ordering pizza, eating it on the couch with a stupid movie as background. They never even glanced at the tv, too preoccupied to talk about everything they never said because of the places they were used to seeing each other.

(Y/n) was almost ashamed to admit how hot Jake was while eating that pizza and talking with his hands and laughing with her.

Later that night (Y/n) would ask him about his “moronic speech” and Jake would straight himself on the couch just to recite to her what little he remembered about his pathetic mushy oration about his love.

“Can we never talk about it again?” he would ask after a miserable attempt to sound convincing and not embarrass himself. Of course he thought he embarrassed himself. But (Y/n) just looked at him chuckling, a light pink tint on her cheeks, “oh abso-fucking-lutly we'll talk about it again, I will bring it up every month, that was the sweetest shit ever” she stretched her arm towards him to put her hand on his cheek and guide him down to her her. It was the slowest and softest kiss Jake ever received.

When he recovered from it and put away his loving starstruck look he shaked his head and smirked, “I'm sorry “every month”? Are you committing to me Lieutenant?”

So cocky yet so dreamy.

“Oh you think you can get away now? Funny”

And she kissed him again.

Even if (Y/n) and Jake had a needing of being no more than ten feet from each other after they finally officialized their insane love for eachother, they decided to keep it a private relationship: they both loved their work and didn't want it to affect anything there - they also tried to avoid the inevitable tease from their friends and enjoyed the thrill of stolen touches, all being said -

But six months in, it was becoming more and more difficult to not accept a flirty comment with a peck on the lips or scold themselves if they stared at each other “too much”.

The worst - or perhaps the best - part was that the team was so used to their antics that they didn't suspect a thing and so Payback was always recommending girls to Jake and Rooster would try to save Cookie from his “unwanted flirting” - poor thing didn't gather that it was very much wanted, in fact, she loved it -

Nevertheless Jake and (Y/n) would always laugh about their friend’s cluelessness after a long shift; they often wondered what would they say if they finally found out, “oh Rooster would faint”

“would he now?” Jake was wearing a mischievous glint in his eyes.

They were settling the table for their weekly dinner-at-home, a nice classy excuse to be comfortable at home and still do something romantic for themselves.

“If Natasha hasn't called it yet, she would be disappointed in herself to not had to” she said while putting down the plates and sitting down

“how about… we make ‘em go a little insane?” he had a look on his face that screamed trouble when he sat in front of her, “i shouldn't love that grin of mischief so much” “glad you do baby. Now, let's plan”

It was going to be a “the longer the better” situation, because seeing a bunch of men -and woman- make a fuss about the fact two people were together was hilarious.

Jake was ready to prepare a board with everything he thought to be “necessary”.

“I think we can skip "sex in the communal showers"” even though it was definitely inappropriate, it was kinda intriguing to be thinking about it;

“Why? You'll look amazing pressed against that shiny wall”, she was laughing to cover her amusement, “we want to screw with their heads not completely traumatize them”, Jake almost looked offended for real “ehi! We could only teach them something by fucking in front of them”

“Fair point”

The “operation” started small.

First Jake comes to the station with an hickey barely visible from his collar -one of his favourite tricks to ask (Y/n) in the changing rooms before a briefing, and a not so unusual thing after the weekend-

Even so, Natasha's wheels started turning immediately : “isn't it weird to see Bagman with a hickey after months of not talking about hook ups?” -safe to say, in six month of a relationshipthey had been very cautions in order to not be discovered- , (Y/n) was trying not to grin too widely at the fact she took the bait at their first attempt; the only one to answer her after a collective confused sound was Reuben, “and here goes the faith Hangman grew up in the bin”. Everyone snickered, (Y/n) biting her lip looking at Jake from across the table.

The following week they decided to be more bold putting a thong in Jake's bag; it wouldn't be noticed instantly, could take it a few days even, but when it did the changing room got feral. (Y/n) and Natasha could hear Mickey whistle from all the way down the locker room to their section, they practically sprinted through the lockers to see what the fuss was all about. The view of Rooster with her panties in hand was making her red in the face, but (Y/n) tried to not show it too much.

“Who the hell are these?” Natasha came closer to inspect them, she was almost sure to feel your perfume -but you weren't stupid enough to put a pair of your underwear in a locker room full of people you hang out with constantly; they were brand new, only smelled of something faint they picked up from being in your place, not actually washed from the store. That would have been too easy-

“Don't know, ask Hangman there”, Bradley had a smirk too smug on his face.

Jake almost felt jealous, then he was reminded of the fact that you hadn't actually worn those panties so he couldn't exactly rage at him. Almost.

He still stormed at him to get them back, “alright gimme those, stop it now”

“Are you finally seeing someone or is it a new look you're going for?” Javy snickered.

All Jake could think about to endure their teasing was seeing your smirk at the opposite side of the room, knowing full well he'd be rewarded with those very panties on when you got home.

The panties’thing went so big it lasted a full week, not so big to not notice your tardiness at a Thursday simulator session.

“Where the hell is Cookie?”, of course it was Mickey who said it, he always sat next to her in the simulator waiting room because they always came one after the other. And she was never late, ever.

That took the attention of all the room.

They kept asking each other if they knew something was up, until the door opened and she strolled in as if nothing happened. Except something definitely happened because she was wearing a braid and her flight suit was messely buttoned, as if she got prepared on the way to the room and not two hours prior work clock as usual. The shocking thing was her smell : she gave off salty water and men cologne.

Fanboy was dying to scream he smelt man on her but Hangman preceded him, “did you have a fun morning Cookie?” with a damn smile on his face too. She just smirked and tilted her head a little to his direction, “do you really have to ask?!”

Was she scolding him for inappropriate conversation at work or was she implying he knew, or worse was part of the reason she had indeed had a good morning?!

Mickey felt his skin on fire for the anticipation, he was looking at the others with a more than excited expression on his face waiting for them to jump on his train of thoughts. But everybody was too stunned to process that phrase to look at him, only when he noticed Natasha concentrated frown Mickey was satisfied: she suspected something and he was more than ready to have something as funny as that morning was going to unravel in the next time period.

By the end of the month Jake was almost tired of doing this game, even tough he was the one to come up with it, just because he wanted “to kiss you when I land my jet, not wait until we get home”

(Y/n) was caressing his hair in bed on a Sunday morning, “have I told you how sweet you are?”

“Maybe I have to stop the sweetness”

she frowned at this declaration, “how so?”, Jake flipped them over to look at her properly in the eyes “this softness takes away my charm, you're not charmed by me anymore”

That made her actually laugh

“Besides”, he started kissing her cheek to down the side of her face, “shouldn't you be my cookie?”

“Mmh, am I not sweet enough for you?”, she was fiddling with her hands on his back now mocking his declaration, Jake instantly looked up at her again “of course you are honey, you're perfect”

She laughed again.

He was a lost cause for her love.

By their fourth attempt with the squad, Natasha was adamant she had them clocked: it couldn't be a coincidence that they both called in sick the same day after all these weird things.

In reality they didn't even planned that, they just wanted a day to the beach and act couply without being discovered by their friends yet.

(Y/n) was loving the opportunity to hug her boyfriend on the deckchair of their local beach, she could admire Jake's wet body without the need of covering sunglasses or going on the other side of the city to avoid being caught. She loved their secret escapades, Jake always took her in the most amazing places with the excuse of not being near location where people might know them; but with the unfold of their little experiment they also began to be more naturally couply in North Island.

Starting with going grocery shopping without precluding themselves to hold their hands on the chart, or sharing a bucket of popcorn in the local cinema.

Kissing Jake in brought daylight, on a beach full of people was what fulfilled (Y/n)’s every need. He was covered in sweat and salt water but he was gripping her waist with both hands, trying to not get too far for the children but definitely letting her know how much he loved that moment too. His plush lips were so hot against her owns that she just pulled him closer, “you can't tease me in a crowded space like this”, still he was mormouring like they were in the bedroom; he bit her lip and she smiled against him, “I'm just loving my hot sun-kissed boyfriend, can't I?, Jake's smile after that could have killed everyone on that shore with how bright it was, “oh please ma'am, continue”, he chuckled lowly before pulling in again and give her the most passionate kiss he could master.

The following days, Jake and (Y/n) realised that for their grand finale they were going to do something so big the Dagger squad might explode: they were going to do nothing, acting normal, as if it was necessary to do a big thing about their relationship in front of their friends. Ha.

In actuality (Y/n) just enjoyed their beach day too much she swore to live every other day like that: free and light, always with Jake.

So they started coming to work together, still doing what they always did but without looking away when one of them smiled in their direction on the hangar or leaned to the other to brush their fingers exiting the briefing room.

(Y/n) felt so much lighter knowing that she was kissing her boyfriend in the parking lot without worrying about anything around them.

The first to catch them was Maverick. Jake and (Y/n) were the last ones at base filling their daily reports and how was Hangman supposed to resist when his girlfriend sat in front of him, with a pen cap in her mouth, so concentrated in her paper that she didn't notice him gawking at her!? He got up, strided to her side and turned her chair to make her face him.

“What-” she was startled by the sudden movement, Jake launched himself at her lips with an hunger so moving she gasped in his mouth; when she woke up her brain she put her hands on his hips to pull him closer. Jake moved her to the edge of the chair by the waist with one hand and gripped her thigh with the other.

“You're so hot when you're focused like that” he whispered before nipping her ear, going down to her neck, he was waiting for her usual moan from that specific spot under her jaw when they heard a cough.

They froze.

Maverick was standing on the door with his arms crossed and an amused grin, “think you can go home now, Lieutenants”

(Y/n) wanted to melt on that chair and die like a burnt cookie.

Jake straightened himself and cleared his throat, “yes sir”.

The sheepish look on his face was almost making her laugh, before she remembered that they were now walking away in front of their CO who just watched them make out at work.

So much for being private.

Pete was more than enjoying the regret mixed with horror in their eyes, “ahh kids”.

From that moment on they were effectively ready to go out as a couple everywhere, regardless of whoever was there. If their CO could snicker at his pilots devouring their faces, then everyone would have been fine.

Walking on base hand-in-hand put an eager jump on Cookie’s pace, “you excited or shitting your pants honey?”

“Oh absolutely both” she spinned on her heels to face him and grinned, Jake chuckled too. He was too enamored with her to be worried about anything.

That morning the squad was waiting for them, Natasha organised an ambush to force them to confess her suspicions. They were sitting with their arms crossed and their aviators on, Mickey said that if they “got in character” they would have been some amazing cops and Hangman and Cookie would have crumbled immediately.

Imagine the misery on their faces when the couple entered the room all smiley and laughing,swinging their joined hands.

Bob was almost thrown out of the chair for the shock of the familiarity of the stance.

Mickey didn't have the strength to yell in surprise, it was the kind of surprise that took away air from the lungs.

Reuben had to close Javy’s mouth.

Bradley whispered an incredulous “no way” at the same time Natasha’s “you can't be serious” got out of her lips.

Jake and (Y/n) didn't know if they had to be amused by their reaction or hold their laughs.

They slowly made their way to the table too, sitting one next to the other, still smiling at their friends' faces. (Y/n) wrapped her arms on Jake's waist, tilting her head to his chest while Jake put his arm around her shoulders.

There was an unsettling silence in the room, until Natasha exploded.

“You! You led us up for weeks and now you have the nerve to come here like- like- “

“Like we're together Phoenix, you can say it, come on!”, Jake was definitely enjoying all this.

“I'm sorry?” (Y/n) tried but she was smiling too. Natasha scoffed, “for how long?” Bradley asked, already adjusting at seeing them wrapped around each other when they looked so at ease.

“Almost ten months”

“Ten months?!” Mickey definitely wasn't containing himself anymore, “how the hell did you manage to keep a secret this long?” “Yeah, you're terrible at keeping secrets” Javy was startled, to say the least.

“Ehi! My lady asked and I delivered”, Jake tightened his grip on her shoulders making her feel even more relaxed.

A beat.

“You're cute though” Natasha finally caved and smiled at them.

(Y/n) glanced at Jake with a fond look in her eyes and then offered a little smile at Phoenix too, “thank you”.

“So” Reuben clapped his hands, “how did this happen?”

Now Cookie smirked.

“Well, it all started with a “pathetic speech some moron prepared”

Jake groaned, “awe man”.

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cheriladycl01 · 3 days ago

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hello me again…. Just read silent treatment LOVED it…would love another Fernando x reader one shot where she’s a normal person and goes to her home race silver stone, as a fan gets paddock passes from the team, she’s a fan of Nando's, but is really respectful and not all in his face about it, however when she meets him he’s really rude to her and upsets her before storming off.. maybe bad qualifying or something.:: you make up the ending would prefer a happy ending with serious grovelling maybe.. again angsty but fluff too please ❤️🥰

That’s kinda fucked up - Fernando x Fan! Reader

Plot: you’re the biggest Aston Martin/ Fernando Alonso fan, however when offered upgraded tickets from the team after seeing your art work on a banner, you want to meet the team, but it doesn’t go the way you think.

You’d been into f1 most of your life thanks to your dad who also been a fan since he was a kid. But he’d never had time to go to a race since the 60’s when he was a kid and now he was getting much older and you didn’t know how much longer he’d have left before travel wouldn’t be an option.

You spent a year saving up money from your freelance job of making art that got put onto phone cases, t-shirts the whole lot and you were getting quite a big influx of customers. Ones that now had started to ask for custom pieces.

Finally you had the funds and brought two grandstand tickets to the Grand Prix. You’d waited until your dad’s birthday in March to show him the tickets and he was unbelievably happy.

In celebration of going and deciding you’d film the whole experience of going and seeing a race. And you’d announced it on your shop that you’d be closing down for a few days during the Silverstone weekend but you’d for sure freebies to hand out at the race.

You had made matching outfits for you and your dad that resembled each of your favourite drivers. Your dad absolutely loved Lando Norris and would probably attempt to try adopt him if possible. He just loved the young drivers Charisma and openness about his struggles in F1.

You’d really loved Fernando Alonso. You were in a similar age range to him and just liked that he’d been in F1 for as long as he had. And he was a champion which for you anyway always helped you pick who was your favourite.

You’d made a massive mural of Fernando and Lando in your back garden and posted it on your various social media. It didn’t go viral. But both McLaren and Aston Martin had seen which led to Aston Martin reaching out to you asking if they could show you and your dad round the paddock.

Full experience, you were sent the tickets and everything while they completely refunded your grandstand tickets.

You and your dad were put up in an incredibly nice hotel right near the track and the morning of media day an Aston Martin had pulled up outside the hotel waiting to drive you and your dad to the track.

“Never did it this way when I was a kid” your dad laughed in disbelief. He couldn’t stop smiling at every little thing that was happening. You were driven into the paddock and could see fans excitedly waving at your care clearly thinking you guys were someone important, when really you were just your average girl who’d gotten incredibly lucky.

Once you got there manytesm members met you and handed you supplies. You’d spoken ahead before time that they wanted you to do some chalk art (that they’d been given permission to have done outside the front of their motorhome. So while your dad was busy drinking cocktails, eating fine foods and being shown the car by the mechanics you were hard at work under the British heat making a mural of the two Aston Martin drivers.

As you were crouched down, drawing the Aston Martin car behind the heads you’d drawn out as bases a familiar voice prickles at your ears.

“And what do we have hear?” The voice asks and you turn to see the camera immediately blushing and going red.

“Hello Martin” you smile shyly, a hand coming up to wipe the chalk from your face and try to look more presentable for the camera.

“Ah you know me?” He asks curiously with a hint of a teasing grin on his face.

“Everyone knows you” you smile back getting more confident as the conversation flows. He asks about your work and what you’re doing to where the camera pans to your art and you explain that how you’ve entered the paddock because of the kindness off Aston Martin.

He eventually leaves after you show him the way you draw and what you’re planning on doing to finish it today.

It was an odd feeling having all these people come up to you asking about what you were doing and who you were here with. And they were even more shocked seeing your bubbly and energetic dad start to brag about you and how you worked so hard to get these tickets for the pair of you!

The same day, Lance had walked out the paddock doors just as you’d finished up his fade and helmet. Many photographers were around picking up the interaction. He’d smiled at you and spent a good while talking about the drawing and asking about your work. You received many compliments and he gave your and your dad signed caps.

Your dad was beyond happy. And despite being a die hard McLaren fan spent the rest of Thursday strutting around the paddock in the racing green hat.

On the Friday you had taken a break from drawing and decided to walk with your dad through the paddock. You’d gotten loads done, a track walk with a few others, a meet and greed with Tina, the F1A driver who you’d also decided to draw into your mural.

Then the moment happened.

As he walked past your dad’s old hands started to shake in anticipation as he saw Lando in his bright orange team gear. Today your dad had been bold and was wearing his Papaya merch despite being hosted in Aston’s Motorhome.

Lando slowed a grin on his face as he saw your dad who was almost in tears at the sight of the young Brit.

“Woah, you really suit Papaya sir, not many people can pull that off” Lando offers coming up to your dad who isn’t saying anything just watching him awestruck.

“Dad, do you have something you want to give him? And ask him?” You nudge your dad his LN4 tote that you were carrying for him. He’d asked you to make something really special that you could give to Lando that was personal and would be a memory for both.

“Yes yes only if you have time!” Your dad asks looking up shyly at the young driver.

“Always have time!” Lando grins back, and then he looks seeing the sweat growing in your dad’s forehead.

“How about we take a seat over there!” Lando points at the bench that’s a little out the way of the hustle and bustle of the paddock but still close to everything.

He nods and Lando guides him over.

Your dad hands the piece of jewellery and art you’d made that had some of your dad’s input on it. Talking to him about the fact you made it and he thought of the design. Lando … being Lando swore he’d never take the bracelet off.

Your dad asked if he working mine signing his cap that he was wearing, a spear in the tote bag to protect it and the mini helmet.

Lando was an absolute gem signing it all for your old and still shaking dad.

It was even better when a Spanish voice greeted the three of you. Carlos Sainz the current Williams driver, had come jogging over pulling his friend into a hug before introducing himself as if he wasn’t one of the most notable people here.

He complimented you on your art saying his girlfriend had commissioned some earrings from you that she’d worn to a GP earlier in the year.

Your Friday was probably one of the best days on record that you’d ever had in your life. And you’d had some really good days.

Then the Saturday came, it was a really good day. Apart from the fact that Aston Martin didn’t have control of the cars in the sudden downpour that had occurred and made qualifying very difficult for the Canadian and Spanish driver on the team.

It was the first time you’d seen Fernando, and it was as you were doing some more art since the Thursday and Friday art had washed away.

He stormed out of the garage and nearly slipped on one of your chalks.

“¿Qué es esto? ¡Mujer estúpida! ¡Hay cosas que estorban!” He shouts and you jump not having understood anything but his done. It had gone higher meaning he’d asked a question at the start, what the question was you hand no idea.

“I’m sorry?” You ask cocking your head to the side but he storms off before you can even start to hear him out.

The interaction had been filmed by other fans in the paddock and when you saw it on socials that night and saw everyone sticking up for you, you felt better for yourself but worse for Fernando.

As much as it sucked being shouted at by your literal idol in F1, you also understood what it was like to have a shit weekend and one little thing tip you over the edge.

Not that it excused his reaction but you understood! You’d been seeking him out for the rest of the day, and all of race day on Sunday. But it eventually was his seeking you out. He’d found you doing your last mural on the track once the race had finished waiting so that the F1 admins could get a cool picture.

You’d decided to draw all the cars in the place they finished. Which the F1 admin loved the idea off!

Fernando had walked across the track, finding you sat on the P6 position drawing out his Aston Martin.

“You’re er good at that” he says making you jump. You look up at him with a small smile.

“I’m glad you’ve taken the time to appreciate it. Now that you aren’t angry over your Saturday result” you say continuing with your art.

“I’m sorry for how I behaved, I should’ve been kinder” he admits shuffling awkwardly.

"It's okay, honestly. I get things not going your way... the rain ruined my art too. You never got to see my mural of you" you say looking up at him and thats when his gorgeous smiles crosses his face.

"Admin actually took me out before it got washed away. I saw it but you werent there. Lance told me what I'd done wasn't very nice" he says and looks down.

"I knew he was right, thats why i came" he offers and you nod.

"You wanna put your mark on your spot?" you ask, holding out a green chalk for him to sign next to his car.

"Sure, if that's alright with you" he offers taking the chalk off you and kneeling down.

"Oh no, here have a knee pad. I don't want to be the reason your legs arent working next weekend!" you laugh, pushing the spare pad over to him that he changes his position.

"I can see why they invited you to come. This is brilliant" he smiles and you thank him again. You didn't expect him to stay while you finished up the next few cars that you were drawing and it the sun was starting to set by the time you were complete with the 10 cars. The F1 admin came out with a drone flying over and taking pictures of the work you'd done. You and your dad waved up at the drone from the shot as theyd brought him out to you.

"I'm sure ill see you in the paddock again" Fernando says before walking away and back to his motorhome. You share a confused look with your dad before a shurg of your shoulders.

Even if you didn't, this weekend was one you wouldn't forget ever.

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evilminji · 1 day ago

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I just had another Xanxia Thought Child!

Everyone~☆! Congratulate my baby on being born!

*clap clap clap* (ﾉ ˃ˋᗜˊ˂ )ﾉ🎉🎉🎉

Cause like? Here we are? Assuming our Reincarnated Children AREN'T living in Interesting Times™ before they die? And that's no fun~! We should be giving that kid anxiety! Some pre-packaged heart demons! Maybe a twitchy murder finger!

A deep, DEEP seated loathing for Demonic Cultivators and, specifically, their undead minions.

You picking up what I'm setting down? ( • ̀ω•́ )✧ yeah~, that's right!

Zombie Apocalypse.

OC got lucky, originally, was out in the middle of nowhere, camping. Yes... lucky. Oh so very, very "lucky". She had supplies. She had shelter. Everything she'd need for the coming days. Oh, and a front row seat... to watch as everything fell apart.

Got to sit, miles and miles away, and listen, over the phone. As her family sobbed and screamed. Terrified and confused. Chaos, wet gurgling and ripping. The crunching of broken things and mindless groaning in familiar voices. Yes... so very lucky.

She didn't have to watch it.

Just listen.

See the news stations fall, one by one, as cities were over run. Watch as news sites stop updating. As infrastructure starts to fail and her connection begins to get spotty. Then, inevitably, as figures start to shuffle along the horizon. Mindless and wandering.

Like everyone else who survives those first terrible days, there is a steep learning curve. One she barely survives. But... she does. And that matters. She makes friends. She watchs them die. Keeps her promise, made again and again, that they won't come back. That she won't let them hurt anyone.

Civilization falls, yes. But it comes back. It always has. She finds her way to a city state. Prays for the day that "the billions" will end. Cause, after all, they say that if they're careful? Eventually the infection WILL die out. They just gotta contain it. Keep looking for a cure.

Hope is a stubborn thing.

But zombie swarms don't care about hope. They hunger. And what is the city, if not a shell waiting to be cracked? Like tides, they come. Slamming against the walls. Again. Again. AGAIN.

One day... one of the fuckers finds some weak point they must have missed. A breach. They start pouring in. Oc is on wall duty. OUTER wall duty. There are rings, because things like this might happen and everyone planned for the worst.

She's part of the team that stays behind.

Trapped between the second wall and the outer wall, trying to drive them back. Seal the gap. Cover fire rains from above. Each step, a hair from nashing teeth and clawing hands. There are so many. So, so many.

Too many, in the end. At least for her.

She's separated from the group.

A death sentence.

So fast...she barely feels being torn apart.

It's strange. The sky was so blue that day. Beautiful, really. Felt out of place for hell on earth. It was the last thing she saw. Endless... so beautiful and endless. She... she had just enough time to realize what was about to happen. To think "ah...", feel this strange... calm, settle deep.

That it would finally all be over. To end like this.

How unfair.

Oh well... at least she get to-

Then she's fucking blinking and there's a GOD DAMN ZOMBIE.

Naturally, she hit it with a wok. She was unaware there WAS a wok near-by. And also? Why is she in a kitchen? Like... an OLD as fuck one? But also not old? Clearly used one. Feels vaugly like the ones people rigged up during the early days... but like... not. And also Chinese. Questions for later!

Wait. No. Why the FUCK is she a ZYGOTE?! *flexs tiny "baby" hands* *is actually like 8* Ah... so she's in hell. Well fuck you too, god. I guess.

There is a scared child scream.

Religious crisis later! Zombie smashing now! She finds one trying to claw into a cabinet. Smart kids! Trapped themselves, but still! Smart. Good to put a barrier between themselves and the zombie. She crushes its skull with the wok. Rescues her... sib..lings? Oooh that's a weird head rush.

Okay, not hell. God just thinks they're fuckin FUNNY. I see how it is.

Well I'm about to be hilarious. (New life motto:Get!)

OC proceeds to Experienced Zombie Fighter her way through several houses. Rescuing who she can. Calls a retreat. Gets everyone to a defensible location. Oh joy, back to the swewers. She did NOT miss this.

Turns out? Town is being attacked by a small Demonic Cultivator sect. They brought zombies.

She's about to bring pain. Who the FUCK weaponizes ZOMBIES. Wanna uses nukes for a fist fight next? You idiot!? You ABSOLUTE BAFOON?! Is setting aside that whole "cultivation sect" thing to freak out over later.

(What? Like her neighbors old web novels? Those Xanxia things that he loves to talk about? Misses like crazy cause no one can find any physical copies of stories like that, here in the west?)

(...could...could find.)

OC starts to fuckin Ambush Predator them. You learn to fight dirty, in the apocalypse. Cause there ARE bastards out there. And not everyone was willing to be a decent fuckin human being. You're "cultivation" or whatever isn't gonna do SHIT, if you're too concussion to use it!

Blow to the head! Slit the throat before they recover.

Move on to the next one.

Kill as many fuckin zombies as you can along the way.

It is AS she's doing this? Somebody just sorta? *Yoink* scruffs. This small, filthy, murderous child? Sassy and immediately tries to stab them? Good reflexs! Taking that knife though. It's clearly cursed. Who gave you that? Did you take that from one of the demonic cultivators? Honestly, next time just use a kitchen knife. You don't know where their knives have been!

Blinking, she stops struggling to actually look at the adult holding her in air jail.

Huh. Bright colors. Doesn't seem to be on Team Zombie. Better check. Oi! How do you feel about Zombies? "Utter abominations. A crime against the dead." Oh, hey~! A reasonable and well adjusted adult! Hi~☆! ( ^-^)/"

Is her complete 180 from vicious, seething, hell child to calm and agreeable young lady mildly off putting? Yes. But, meh. The Cultivator thinks it's kinda cute. He bets she bites. Adorable.

Him and HIS team are here to murder the Demonic Cultivators and purge the Zombies. Wanna come with him? You have a talent for killing things. And, you know, a spiritual root. Mostly the first one. A fine quality! Good for ALL sorts of terrible demonic nasties. I'm assuming your parents are dead?

....wow. You're really bad with kids.

So I've been told! Is that a yes?

Only if oc can either bring her siblings or, should they not have spiritual roots, you help her arrange something equally beneficial. And just like? Rest of his team? Find him calmly debating with this filthy, blood covered child? That he's just? Holding directing out in front of him at eye level by the back of her shirt?

She's just hanging there from his grip. He looks quitely thrilled.

Oh... oh no. Who let him around a child? He traumatizes children! Why IS THAT CHILD COVERED IN BLOOD!? Shixiong what have you DONE!? (Adopted! Presumably! This IS how one obtains children, right?) (NO!!!)

@mayfay @legitimatesatanspawn @babbling-babull @hdgnj @leftnotright @spidori @lolottes

#minji's writing #Undead Heart Demons Au #xanxia #cultivation #wuxia #zombies #zombie apocolypse au #zombie apocalypse #could be svsss #could be something else #she just has a SEETHING ptsd based trauma hatred for zombies

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akkaweo-akkaweo · 4 hours ago

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Take it slow

Jo Yuri x M!reader

Tags: fingering

WC: 4.1k

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"I wish I could tell you how pretty you are," you scribbled lazily on your tickler notepad.

You brought your gaze back up to the muse of your musings: Yuri, quietly working on her desk. The way she lazily traced indents on her lips with a pen, how she lightly nibbled on the end, and how her hair parted so easily as she perched it on her ear – you'd think yourself lucky to be a pen rather than hold one.

"I wish you could see that that's a bad idea," your office teammate quipped, face looking in the same direction as you.

"That wasn't for you to read," you growled, slamming the tickler shut.

"Fair," he surrendered, "but still. Stay away from Yuri."

You turned your chair to face him. "Trying to eliminate competition, eh?"

"More like trying to eliminate participants altogether," he replied. "She's trouble."

"She's misunderstood."

"What's so 'misunderstood' about being seen entering the assistant HR manager's apartment AND the department's finance officer's house within the same week?," he quipped. "She's a sl–"

You stood up to meet his face, eyebrows furrowed. No other words were necessary; he slunk back to his desk, angrily typing away at his phone.

He wasn't wrong though: Yuri was a name attached to one too many rumors in the office, and you'd heard dozens by now. You'd heard names like your immediate supervisor, the marketing team's lead, and you swear you've heard the regional officer's son.

But life, of course, works differently. The one time you bumped into her, you'd dropped your mug. She cleaned it all up, and left a new, almost identical one on your desk the day after. Not a single word was exchanged. That didn't sound like "trouble", nor being a flirt, and that definitely didn't warrant the vitriol your coworker gave.

You were even determined to prove him wrong.

You opened your notebook and wrote down: 7 days.

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"Whoo!," you shouted aloud. No desklamps, no faint videos or music, just silence in a seemingly empty office. You pulled out your tickler again to get a glimpse of the carrels, hoping to do some perspective drawing.

Then you locked eyes with Yuri. Turns out you weren't alone.

She bowed at you respectfully, but you were thrown off guard that you almost tipped your chair over. She got up from her chair, ready to run to you, but you stopped her and chuckled it out awkwardly. She gave you a warm smile, bowed once more, then turned back to her table.

Never mind the double whammy of being rudely loud and looking stupid; she smiled at you. Smiled so brightly it practically burned itself into your retinas and your memory.

Without hesitating, you drew an eye. Then another, then undid the first one to get the proportions right. You drew her smile, her cheeks, her lips; you were locked in a daze, and Yuri had you hypnotized.

"You're really good at drawing," she said warmly over the divider of your carrel. You jumped again, yet again almost falling off your chair.

"Hey!," Yuri rushed to you. "You really need to be more careful."

"Sorry," you replied, still flustered. "I scare easily."

"Sorry too," she said, pulling up a chair from behind you. "I just saw you lazily swiveling your chair around and bopping your head to – wait, you don't even have your earphones on?"

You scratched your head. "Oh. I guess I was just... in the moment."

She raised an eyebrow and smiled. Her eyes disappeared behind the wideness of her smile, the toothy grin almost beaming into your eyes. Those looks could blind before they kill.

"You carry that notebook around with you a lot," she remarked. "I've seen you pull it out a few times."

"Really?," you remarked, surprised anyone would notice. "Well, it's just for random thoughts and stuff. Need to remember things, maybe capture it. Before I forget." You flipped through some pages to illustrate your point.

Unintentionally, you ended at the page that had your words from the other day. Even if you closed it right after, Yuri saw it clearly, and even leaned in to confirm.

"Oooh, you find someone pretty," she replied. "Would it happen to be that girl you were drawing a while ago?"

How you weren't caught then and there was nothing short of miraculous, but you weren't about to make the same prayer twice. "Yeah, you could say that. Was... thinking of asking her out actually."

"Unsolicited advice," she began, "don't ask for a place. Tell her where you want to go."

You raised an eyebrow. "That's not very democratic."

"Then don't propose anything stupid," she rebutted.

You rolled your eyes sarcastically. "Very reassuring."

She got up and offered a hand. "C'mon. It's late. Let's go for some noodles"

You shrugged. "Sure, why not."

She turned around winked at you. "Easy, right?"

Clever girl.

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A bowl of ramen and 3 beers each was all it took to read Yuri from cover to cover.

She took the exact same course as you in college, just in a different university; but, instead of pivoting to creatives, she doubled down on managerial work, which nailed her the job. In fact, you both entered roughly at the same time, just in two separate departments.

She loved music. She's tried dancing. She didn't disagree with games, but did with sports. Art was never a strong suit; but, on the flipside, theatre was almost a lifestyle.

You couldn't help but stare. Maybe it was the beer, maybe it was the exhaustion from a day of work. But you sat there, chin in your hands, focused entirely on her. Not once did your hand fidget to your phone – a first, as far as things went. "Entranced" barely described how stuck you were in that moment.

And Yuri just existed in the moment. Even when your conversation lulled into silence and she focused entirely on the last sips of ramen, she didn't notice you staring at her, instead looking pensively into the void. You almost wanted to let the cat out of the bag unprompted.

So you clenched your teeth. "Yuri, I'd like to ask you something." She looked at you plainly, raising her eyebrows in acknowledgement while she sipped from her bottle.

"I've heard some... unfounded rumors about you."

Yuri's smile started to sink awkwardly, the edges trembling ever so slightly. Her eyes suddenly felt like they'd hollowed. Though the resto felt more full than an hour ago, it felt like the proverbial pin had dropped. Not just quiet, but silence. Time had frozen.

Without hesitation, you leaned back on your chair and declared: "But I propose that if I ask you, we trade secrets. I'll start." You swallowed hard. "I fucked Ms. Seo."

Yuri, still awkwardly putting her cup of water to her lips, did a spit take. A full one too, water droplets on your face and all.

"THE HR manager?!?," she screamed behind gritted teeth. You chuckled as you wiped the water on you.

In brief: after a bar crawl with friends that ended right by your office, you found Ms. Seo, then still assistant HR manager, seated on the curb. You brought her home, one thing led to another, and the freakout the head manager had when both of you ran into him at the office carpark almost got you fired – if not for Ms. Seo defending you in a empassionately worded email she sent to him that you were BCC'd in.

"She still smiles at me when I pass by her office," you chuckled.

Yuri was stunned, but something appeared to have clicked in her. You delivered the coup de grace and held her hand.

"Yuri, if our office is fucked up in its own way, then you're not." You rubbed your thumb on the back of her hand.

Yuri moved to the seat beside you and hesitated before leaning her head on your shoulder. "May I?," she asked softly, and you nodded.

She laid it all out, and you felt everything just shy of anger: every single rumor was only true in bare fact. Yes, she had indeed entered the houses of different bosses, but what all rumors miss out was that she'd actually ran away from all those bosses the second they made any advances on her. For some unfortunate reason, she'd been spotted every single time.

The finance officer story was different however: she did actually have sex with him, thrice by then, but he threatened blackmail over all those nights out with bosses if she didn't agree to officially be fuckbuddies; when she reported to the assistant HR manager, he asked for a one night stand, and she ran away from that too. Without any protections available, before she knew it, rumor spread.

"I'd have resigned by now," you blurted out, slamming your cup into the table. "Holy fuck."

"I'm not that affected by it, honestly," she said, a little tremble audible in her voice betraying her dismissal. "It just makes me... angry. That the one time I actually said yes, everything went to shit. And worse, I wasn't even satisfied. I was just crushing hard on him." She looked at you straight on. "He had a tiny dick too." You couldn't help but shake your head in secondhand embarrassment.

You didn't notice it, or when it happened, but your hands were fully intertwined with Yuri's. A lone, small tear rolled down her cheek, drying up as quickly as it came.

Your heart started thumping in your ears, not entirely out of nervousness, but with enough shame to make you squirm where you sat. But there would be no way out of it unless you told the truth.

You sighed deeply, the alcohol lifting your filters. "Great. Now this is going to look bad."

Yuri looked up at you. "What do you mean?"

"Just... promise me you'll believe I'm telling the truth, and I promise I will tell the truth."

Yuri nodded slowly, and you pulled out the notepad and flipped the page of your drawing of her.

"You saw this one, right?," you asked. She nodded, eyebrows furrowed.

"Wait, I only saw the details now... is that...," she trailed off.

"Yuri... I wanted to ask you out," you said softly.

You handed her the notepad again, back to the sketch of her. She looked at it quietly, without moving a muscle, but you saw a tear drop onto the paper, crinkling the thin sheet.

"And I was actually planning to ask you out tomorrow," you admitted. You flipped to the note you wrote in big letters the other day: 1 day. By now you'd crossed out numbers 2 through 7 and the s at the end.

"I guess it was half to find out more about those rumors, and half cause... well... because I wanted to know more about you first."

Yuri looked up at you, nose red and eyes glistening.

"And I'm asking you to trust me to not be doing this for the sex," you laughed nervously. You hovered your arm around her. "May I?"

Yuri instead kissed you on the cheek – not quickly, but softly, with gratitude. Her tears weren't of grief; her smile was so wide that it squeezed out the tears from her eyes.

"You're the first guy in this office who's ever actually asked me out."

You grinned and placed your arm around her, your cheeks side by side. The edges of your lips were practically in contact. Smiles turned into more gentle grins, before the both of your closed your eyes, not even a smirk on your mouths.

Yuri whispered softly, her voice slightly broken. "Please keep telling me what you like about me." You shifted your position so that she could lean her face onto yours more comfortably.

"I think you're really pretty. But you didn't need me to tell you that, did you?" She chuckled weakly.

"I also think you're nice," you continued. "You replaced my mug, remember? I never forgot that. I still use it."

As you kept talking, her face would face fully into your cheek, as if trying (and failing) to fight the urge to kiss you. Each time she did, you felt your cheek flush and your head sink into your shoulders.

"Gosh, you know what," you scoffed, "maybe you don't realize how pretty you are. Like, screw all those dirty old men in the office. You've got such a cute smile and cute eyes, and I just kinda wanna run my hand in your hair," and you did, gently, "like this. That's it."

Yuri wrapped her arms fully around your neck in a nice, comfy embrace, her face yet again right next to yours. It felt like a tango of your lips: you'd rub her cheek with yours, lips grazing it ever so lightly; she'd do the same, planting a minuscule, almost unintentional peck at the tip of your cheekbone. Your lips soon felt like they were grazing against each other, like you were both unsure if you'd jump ahead to the next step.

You kissed her on the cheek first; she responded with one on yours. You kissed her forehead; she kissed your chin. You kissed the tip of her nose, and she giggled, her smile still plastered on her face.

"Is this going too fast?," you asked.

Yuri bit her lip. "It's just the way I like it," she responded, before pulling you in for a deep one.

As far as first dates go, you hit the jackpot. In this moment, the world around you blurred out in the heat of her lips, the warmth of her mouth, and the twinkle in her eyes as she looked up at you.

"So," Yuri replied, her head tilting playfully, "where do we take this?"

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Yuri dragged you by the wrist like an excited kid in a playground. At every landing she'd wait for you and peck you on the cheek like a trail of breadcrumbs. You laughed at each one, and you indulged in it too, trying to race her to her floor and catching her in your arms, making out while in a tight embrace.

You were lost for adjectives to describe the the high you found yourself in: electric, by the energy flowing through you seemingly sourced from Yuri herself; fiery, by the passion of every kiss you shared; whirlwind, by the fact you weren't in control of the speed of it all – and you savored every second it.

Yuri fumbled with the lock on her door, giggling uncontrollably as you hugged her from behind and kissed her neck. When she did make it through, you both bumped into everything – the table, the dresser, a sofa – blindly navigating your way to the bed as your lips remained locked. Even there, when you thought a recalibration of pace was in order, she was still on you, hungry.

You landed on the bed, chest rising and falling heavily, and Yuri pinned you down by your hips, straddling you. She undid her polo swiftly, then her skirt, in a swift, almost rehearsed manner. She was humming, brimming with excitement, as she unclasped her bra and removed her panties – now fully naked before you.

She was perfect in all the right spots: meaty where it mattered, lean where it drew attention. When you gently reached out for her chest – and she pulled your hand to speed things up – it filled it just right. Another hand down to her thighs, your thumb teasingly close to her folds, and you felt just how excited she had been between her legs.

"Like what you see, baby?," she purred. The pet name made your heart race: it was so natural, so smoothly said. Try as you might to be more subtle, you felt your erection meet her slit.

Yuri lunged at you, kissing you with the same amount of passion as before. She undid your buttons, your belt, your pants, only needing you to take them off. You propped yourself off with an arm to do it yourself, but she was right on you, almost ripping your shirt off your shoulders.

In the midst of it all, her tongue deep into your mouth, her folds gliding over your shaft, feeling the wetness and heat practically oozing out, your ears started ringing. You couldn't quite shake it off, but it was like you were holding your breath, dazed and in a trance; something felt... off, and it was enough to keep your eyes open as she continued to go wild on your mouth.

"Yuri," you gasped, as if surfacing from the depths of your frantic makeout session. Yuri pushed you down again, shoving her tongue back into your mouth, chasing after a high that had slowly started to dissipate.

"Yuri," you breathed out, still out of breath from her onslaught on your lips. She licked at the skin on your neck and under your chin, every bump on her tongue making you flinch. It took wringing out every remaining sense of composure to grab her by the shoulders and lean your forehead on hers.

"Yuri." You said one last time, firmly. She stared and heaved at you like a scared kitten. "Calm down," you reassured. "You're going too fast."

She paused. "Don't you want this?," she said gently, with a half-meant smile. "Baby?"

"Yes, I do," you chuckled awkwardly, thrown off by the pet name once again. "But what do you want to do?"

She froze. It wasn't a time-stood-still, or a lost-in-thought kind of freeze; it felt more like a train had stopped completely on the tracks.

"W-what?," she stammered. Her breath was heavy as the warmth wafted all over your lips.

"What do you want to do?," you repeated. "Like, what do you want me to do? Where do you want me? What do you want to be done to you? God, that sounded weird." Yuri held her laugh nervously.

She sat up between your legs, prompting you to prop yourself up by your elbows. She stared off to the side, not at anything but in thought.

"Most guys don't ask me that," she replied, "No one's asked me that."

You reached up and kissed her lips, just once. "Then maybe let's start slower." You pulled her back where you were, her on top of you, and gave her another deep kiss. "Figure it out from here." You finally shed your underwear, now fully feeling the warmth of her body and the air on your skin.

You guided her by the chin to your lips again. Unlike a while back – torrid, sloppy, desperate – this one felt more calm, maybe even ambivalent. But it felt easier, and Yuri matching your pace was the sign you needed.

"It feels so weird to do this," Yuri shuddered, still inches from your face. "So slowly."

"We can stop," you responded, leaning your head back on the bed to provide distance. But her eyes still looked at you yearningly.

"No, please... please, keep going," she begged. "It's just that all those other men wanted things to go so fast I thought–"

"Stop," you said sternly, with authority. You didn't mean to command, but, as you'd tell her next, "don't think about that. If this was really your choice, you get to do this at your pace." Her eyes started welling with tears, though you could tell she was trying to hold it back.

"Here," you continued. You took her shoulders and guided her to swap places. Yuri was now completely under you, her limbs close to her body but still splayed out. You kissed her forehead one more time. "Let's start from here. Would you rather the last position with you on top? Over this?" She shook her head.

"So you want this?" She nodded.

You leaned in to kiss her, slowly; you felt her tongue push in, and you paused, withdrawing again to keep pace. Past the entirely unintended edging, Yuri's eyes yearned for you, wanted you. You met her lips again, trying to gauge if she would slow down, and she did, now hesitating to move. Now you moved in unison, wrapping and sliding around each other gently.

You brought a hand to her chest. "Do I?" She nodded again. You grabbed a bit too hard, and she flinched. "Sorry." Still, she kissed you, a tear slowly rolling down the side of her head.

"Is something wrong?," you asked, but Yuri just laughed.

"No, no, please, keep going," she responded. "I just feel so emotionally overwhelmed."

You played with her nipples, slightly puffy but very soft and pliant in your grasp. You broke from her lips to plant kisses on her chest, between her breasts, then sucking each nipple. Yuri moaned in pleasure, and without prompting cried out your name. Jackpot again.

You moved a hand down between her legs, searching for a reaction. She closed her thighs around your hand, and you pulled back. But Yuri brought it back in between, slowly inching your finger down the same way. You let her use your hand first, like a toy that just happened to have blood flowing through it. Then, slowly feeling your knuckles and ridges, she loosened up to you.

You felt her clit swollen and slippery, and as you flicked it gently her moans started to escalate in volume. Occasionally she would guide your wrists along different spots – sometimes lower, closer to her core, sometimes back to her clit, wanting it side-to-side than in circles – and you followed obediently, chasing after her yet elusive climax.

While you did, Yuri absolutely enjoyed moaning your name. She pulled you down so that your ear was right on her lips, rewarding you for your care. She'd whisper it between every moan, her lips gently brushing on your earlobe. Your cock may have hung in the air, but it twitched like crazy every time her lips trembled to you.

When she started to get sensitive, she pulled your hand out and, without warning, shoved it into your mouth. And holy fuck, that taste was addicting – a little metallic, a little sour, significantly saltier than expected, but you craved for more.

As you licked it all up, she brought your saliva-drenched fingers into her mouth, playfully twirling her tongue around your digits. "I want this in me," she groaned, once again bringing it down and sliding two of your fingers through her slit. You broke away gently, moving your arm on your own. Yuri looked like she had started sink into her bed, slowly undoing all the hesitations, the pains, feeling you inside her.

"One more finger, baby," she begged. "Stretch me out, please." Her wish was easily granted, and moans turned into loud huffs of ecstasy. You upped your pace, arm burning, just to please her, to get her to scream you into your ear.

Suddenly, Yuri started shaking. She grabbed your arm aggressively, staring at you with a mouth agape. She was close, so near her tipping point that all she could do was plead with her eyes to completely wreck her. And even as your bicep tensed, you rammed your hand as fast as you could.

Yuri released like a rollercoaster: a gentle, quiet calm, before aggressively writhing around, her hips swinging in the air even when your fingers had been freed. Her eyes were sealed shut, her arms gripped at anything it frantically could, before crashing down into a trembling cocoon. You wrapped your arms around her, and she felt cold to the touch, drenched in sweat and other fluids that had seeped into her sheets.

You rubbed your hands on her shoulders and back, kissing her forehead. "That was beautiful, Yuri," you praised. "You're so beautiful. You're safe here." You could hear a gentle sniffling from within.

"Are you okay, Yuri?, you asked, and a pair of reddened, damp eyes looked up at you. She leaned her head on your chest and rubbed her hand on it. She started giggling.

"Uhh... are you okay?," you asked again. You'd never have thought you could "break" someone this way.

"That was...," she paused, lost in thought, before giggling again. "I got nothing. That felt so good. How the hell are you so good at that?"

You laughed into her hair. "Don't worry about it. Are you okay?"

"Yeah... but what about you?," she pouted. "I didn't make you finish."

She was right. But you just held her tightly. "Slowly," you reassured. "Maybe tomorrow night, after we watch some Netflix, okay?"

"Okay," she smiled, leaning back into your chest for a single second. Her head shot up to look at you incredulously. "Did you just–"

"Gotcha," you winked.

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A/N: display picture filed under photos that made me feral

#girl group smut #kpop smut #male reader #izone smut #yuri smut #jo yuri smut

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lotus-n-l0ve · 2 days ago

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Your work in kissed in poison is amazing!! But i had a what if scenario from the part 2...

What if reader never got to go on the date? What if they were unable to fake the pneumonia and were dragged to the family dinner as soon as they got ready for the date? What would have happened then?

Thank you so much for reading and oh my god, that "what if" gave me chills! If Y/N hadn't managed to fake the pneumonia, she would've been dragged down to that suffocating family dinner table all dressed up, heart pounding, with no way to even get a message to Sylus. It's not the exact scenario you are talking about but the alternate storyline I was going for—

So, imagine —

You felt sick to your stomach, the urge to throw up was increasing with each tick of the clock. You played around with the food, no appetite, while your brother and father discussed their business, completely ignoring you like you were a ghost. Tonight, even some of his close partners had joined so you knew the dinner was going to last extra long. While the dress, you had turned the whole city upside down for, was rotting in the darkness of your closet.

Meanwhile, you knew he was out there — Sylus, waiting in the cold by the library steps, tapping his fingers on the wheel, engine idling, probably wondering if you had ghosted him. And you could do nothing.

By the time you were finally excused — dismissed like an afterthought — it was past 10:00. You ran to your room, slamming the door shut, burying your face in your hands as if that could muffle the sound of your own heart breaking.

Your first date — ruined, just like that. Sylus was probably gone, the thought tasted like rust on your tongue. Maybe he thought you’d played him for a fool. Maybe he’d hate you now — think you were just another pretty thing dangling promises you never planned to keep.

He wouldn’t wait for you. No sane man would. Not in this cold, on a lonely street outside a shuttered library, past ten… eleven… by the time you got there, it would be nearly midnight.

But your stupid, stubborn heart refused to listen to sense. It whispered his name with every heartbeat: Go. Go. Go.

The dress — the one you’d scoured the entire city for — stayed buried in the closet, mocking you from the dark. There was no time to slip into silk and lace, no time for perfume or lipstick. Not tonight. Tonight was about proving to yourself — to him — that you’d still come.

Sara helped you slip out the back door, her warm fingers squeezing your wrist, eyes wide with worry.

“Are you sure?” She’d whispered.

But you didn’t answer — you couldn’t. Your feet were already moving, clumsy over the frosted path.

The wind sliced at your cheeks. Each hurried step felt like a question you were terrified to answer — Would he be there? Would he see you the way you were now — breathless, trembling — and turn away?

It didn’t matter. You had to try. Even if your lungs burned. Even if your father’s men caught you and dragged you back. Even if you had to stand there alone in the dark until the library lights flickered off for good.

It felt like years before you finally reached the library — each step clumsy and breathless, your fingers frozen numb inside your sleeves. And when you rounded that last corner, heart in your throat… there he was.

He was there. He’d waited — for you.

The sight of him leaning against that black car, hands in his pockets, snow gathered on his shoulders, knocked the last bit of air clean out of your lungs. The streetlamp above flickered like the universe holding its breath just for you. His eyes found yours — that impossible, inhuman crimson — and they burned like the only warmth in the cold night.

You didn’t know when your legs started moving. You didn’t know how your heart found the courage to shout over every fearful thought screaming in your head. All you knew was that in the next heartbeat, you slammed right into him — arms winding tight around his neck, your face burying in the warmth of his shirt like you could carve out a space there just for you.

He staggered back half a step, a low, startled laugh rumbling in his chest. One gloved hand came up to cradle the back of your head, the other wrapping firm around your waist like he’d been waiting his whole life to hold you like this.

“I’m sorry.” You breathed into his collar. The words muffled, small, but he heard them. You felt the soft huff of his laugh at your temple.

“Took your sweet time, sweetheart.” Sylus murmured, voice low, warm, and so damn relieved you could feel it in your bones, “Thought I’d have to hunt you down and steal you myself.”

Your fingers twisted in his coat, “You waited…”

“Course I did.” His lips brushed your hairline, the faintest, dangerous smile curling against your skin, “You’re worth every damn second.”

And for a moment — out here in the freezing dark, underneath the warm light of the street lamp — you believed him. You believed he would wait however long it took.

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sramoonlight · 3 days ago

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Our love is god

What if Jason does everything for love?

Content you’ll see here: heathers inspiration, yan!jason, cringe stuff, teen!jason, mentions of weed, mentions of alcohol, a lot of swearing, mentions of dead, mentions of suicide, fem!reader

English it’s not my first language, so please be patient

You took some alcohol putting it on a small cotton ball, placing it to a wound on Jason’s cheek

He hissed but he didn’t back off, instead he kept looking into your eyes like you were the center of the world

— You gotta stop getting into fights, one day someone would beat the shit out of you — you mumbled while he moved his hand to grab your waist

In a second, you were sitting on his lap, your hands moved to his shoulders to steady yourself

— You should leave those plastic chicks and spend the entire day with me — he smirked, his hand getting into your shirt

You moved his hands back where they were just a second ago, he pouted nuzzling into your neck

— Those plastic chicks are my best friends — you moved your hand to wrap your fingers around his dark curls, he purred in a smile getting comfortable on your embrace

— You can’t change that, Jay — He hummed like he was listening, he wasn’t, instead he started playing with the blue ribbon on your hair

— I don’t like them for you — just as always, he replied to anything good you had to say about them

The only time he disagrees with you

— You don’t like anyone for me — you giggled, he groaned burying himself more into your arms

— Anyways, I may have to leave you now — he moved, his chin resting on your chest as he looked up to you.

His blue eyes shining in a puppy look you had to ignore, even if it was enough for you to fall into whatever his plan was

— Is that stupid party? I can entertain you more than those self-centered people — he smiled, knowing he could do more than just entertain

You sighed, pulling away from his grasp and looking yourself at the vanity in your room

— Im serious, there’s a lot better in life than drinking alcohol just to fit in — he moved from the shadows hugging your waist once again, his arms pressing you against his chest

— Jay, you know I do this because me and my friends- — you tried to explain, his arms moved to grab you tighter using that moment to interrupt you

— I know, the whole thing about being popular — he doesn’t like that

He will never like it, you being popular means you have a lot of people looking at you, he understands you had to be it so you wouldn’t get picked on but now you have him

He could get rid of anyone who tries to make your life harder

— You don’t like it, but I do, so please let me go —

He let you out of his grasp, just the physical one

He would never let you out of him

He is yours, and you’re his, no one is well enough to be blessed with your presence and even him doesn’t deserve it

But he is working so hard for you, that means you two are soulmates

Right?

The air was filled with burned weed and alcohol, if you wanted to take a deep sniffle you could smell the cheap perfume on the preppy girls around the small house, again all those girls who try to imitate the popular people

Even if that meant to loose a few brain cells.

You were sipping on a red cup, the bitter taste of alcohol mixed with other drinks to make it less bad, how fucked up to do that while waiting for your friend to stop puking

A blonde with a red dress moved to you, her skin was shinning like she was like some kind of supernatural creature

And maybe he was, a mythic bitch.

— Hey (Reader), Kam is waiting for you on the room down the hallway — you raised an eyebrow, not getting what she meant

— Y’know? Duke was supposed to sleep with him but she’s- — the sound of her gags made you two go silent for a few seconds

Still, what does she mean? You have to sleep with some boy because your friend couldn’t?

What are you? Some kind of teen prostitute? Oh god how bad it sounds, you apologize mentally to the people who suffered that.

— I won’t, I have a boyfriend and you know it and even if I didn’t, I wouldn’t — she sighed softly, her hands moving to grab your shoulders

There’s a look in her eyes, you are used to seeing it when she sends someone to do something for her but never to you

At least not like this

— We need to keep a reputation, and we never let someone down — what the fuck is she talking about?

She pushed her away, hands shaking at the thought of making her mad

But you couldn’t take it, you were fine with lying to people about who you truly were because fuck it, you won’t see them again once high school is over, but cheating on Jason?

She’s long crazy if she thinks you’ll ever considerate it

— (Reader)! Remember where you came from! You can’t do this now — she was mad, oh god she was mad

Your mind started wandering around whatever she could do to you

To your reputation, the holy reputation you’ve been building all this past year

— (Reader) could you get me to my car? — your friend, the one who got sick after drinking too much crawled out of the bathroom

Well not like that, but the way her face looked made you think that

On the other side, the other girl was looking at you like you were that guy with a fun moustache

Not fun, (Reader), just an evil guy, god how is alcohol getting on your head.

— Are you seriously doing this to me? If it wasn’t for me- — You ignored her words holding your friend’s arm to lead her to the exit

She wasn’t feeling well, she was almost leaving this world and you don’t have the courage to turn around and face her

— You fucking whore! Wait ‘til Monday and you’ll be crawling back to me! —

The thought of whatever she was planning made you sick on the stomach, but you can’t puke right now not when you have a sick girl in your arms

God, how you wanted to die

And that’s what you told Jason, he listened to your words while leaning against his bike

A few minutes ago you let your friend on her house having to call Jason to pick you up, I mean, you took her car but you couldn’t take it to ride back to your house

He looked to your house, a smirk on his face like he listened to the biggest joke on the planet

— Why are you smiling? My life is ruined! I won’t have anything at Monday! — He chuckled, using his hand to cover the smile that was mocking your feelings

You love Jason, but he doesn’t understand the way your world is falling apart

— Honey, I took care of it — You froze, instantly you looked at his hands looking for a red stain even if it was on his nails

There wasn’t any, finally you could breath again

— She was so dumb to not look to whatever she was drinking at, seriously, is she prepared to Gotham’s nights? — his chuckles send a shiver down your spine

He looked so happy about it, so usual to seeing people die and so usual to telling everyone how they died

Drink? He came to the party? But you swear the other friend in the party would call you if an ‘accident’ like that happened

— How did you know? — you mumbled, he stayed silent but the smile was still there

He was there, the whole time

He gave you the wrong idea at believing he could leave you alone for a few hours, that means he follows you to every party to attend to? Nobody seems to notice him, they could at least gossip about how you didn’t pay attention for him even if you didn’t know he was there

So nobody saw him

But the murderer?

Ring ring

Your phoned ringed, slowly you moved to grab it

The name of your friend, the one you left at her house was making you think she had something to say

Maybe, just maybe Jason would make his usual groan whenever someone interrupts his time with you

He didn’t

— Are you not going to pick it up? That’s rude, love — his smile is still there.

You don’t want to, what the fuck is he doing? Your fingers are shaking, no, your whole arm is shaking but you get the enough strength to tap the button

Before you could move it to your ear, Jason pressed the speaker, he wanted to listen?

— Oh my god (Reader), Heather killed herself —

Your world moved in slow motion, Jason had to cover his mouth to muzzle a laugh, lucky for him Duke didn’t hear him

— What? — you mumbled, still shocked

— Her mother called me a second ago! She killed herself! Was this about your fight before we left? Oh god I never thought she could do it —

The worst part it was that it had to be about the fight, but it wasn’t something she did about it

It was something Jason made, something he did

Your friend rambled a little more about it, terrified of what happened and how she didn’t feel like it could be possible

Jason had a big smile the whole call and once it was done, he started laughing in a loud voice

For the first time, his laugh made you feel scared

— What have you done? — you found the strength to say that, he held your shoulders shaking you to look at his eyes

The beautiful bright blue eyes, the ones you loved to see where filled with something dark, something that made you be sick on the stomach

— I protected you! Like I said all this time, see? Not need to play being popular now! —

You always knew he could get in fights to defend you, I mean, you met him on a street fight where he defended a woman and her kid

But at this level? This wasn’t the sweet boy who seemed bitter at the outside but a hopeless romantic when you brush his hair with your fingers

— Our love is god, darling! We can do whatever we want, I’ll have your back everytime —

You don’t like it, you hate how he seems so happy about it

But he did it for you, right? He wasn’t a murderer, maybe that’s the way he sees love

He is twisted, you can’t blame him, he came from a bad place where he had to fight to survive maybe that’s why he sees his actions normal

He isn’t a monster, he just loves you enough to do this for you

You hate how he acts, you hate what he had to do

But you let him hug you, you let him kiss you like that wasn’t the mouth he used to laugh at a poor girl who only committed the crime of being an asshole

He is twisted, insane, but it’s yours.

Tbh this was a Tim being Jd but after that I found that Jason was more fitting into the whole “I kill people for a high school girlfriend and I’m fine about it, and also I will blow out a school if she dumps me”

I tried this to not be a copy paste of heathers, but if you see something being too much please let me know!

Comments and reblogs are appreciated!

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lovelyahoy · 2 days ago

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Dr. Stone: One-shot. Word Count: 8,062.

Warnings: I think i overused the example of 'heart' and 'world', kinda rushed scenarios, and maybe some inconsistencies, Senku might highkey be OOC in the romance aspect but that's okayyy, may be utter trash. (I wrote this back in early June, but kept changing things every time I re-read it. I'm mainly posting this so I can finally let go of this one-shot. Hopefully some of y'all will somewhat enjoy it.)

Summary: Senku and [Y/N] work their way through their rekindled relationship, and he is willing to do anything to bring back the fire they once lit together.

TL: @akiqvq (hi, been a while 💖)

Pairing: Senku Ishigami x Fem!Reader.

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Senku was getting annoyed, having been standing in line for the past two hours with the hot summer heat cooking him alive. Sweat trickled down the back of his neck, and he sighed, seeing the still ecstatic Taiju and Yuzuriha.

"If I had known we'd be here for this long, I wouldn't have accepted that damn ticket." His grumbling wasn't taken seriously, per usual. They had received VIP tickets to their mutual friend's show.

Senku didn't have much to do other than study more, so when they both came into his science club and demanded he join them for the evening, he didn't argue—now he wishes he had put up a fight.

"Sorry. It's my fault." Yuzuriha smiled sheepishly, having stopped by the merch stands to get matching bracelets, effectively putting them further back in the queue.

It took another thirty minutes to finally make it inside, quickly heading over to a drink booth and getting refreshments. Senku gulped greedily, on the verge of passing out.

"So, are we going to wait long for her to get on stage, too?"

"I don't think so..."

Senku was going to commit a war crime, aka leave, like right now. He was tired of sitting around for his friend to sing, something she did for free whenever she came over. Although it was oddly curious to see the security personnel dashing around and the event coordinators looking frantic.

"Oh my! There you are, please, we need help." Senku's wrist was snatched by a panicked-looking dude he briefly recognized, Yuzuriha and Taiju exchanged a glance before catching up to them.

They were led backstage and near a locked door, with staff lingering outside looking severely ticked off. That irked the teen. He knew they didn't have the best work relationship with [Y/N], but they never even tried to hide it.

"Anything?"

"No, she won't open the door."

Senku approached and knocked softly, hearing a muffled 'go away'.

"It's Sen-" The door slammed open, and he was tugged inside, the door closing immediately after. [Y/N]'s makeup was ruined from tears, and she looked absolutely devastated.

"What's wrong?"

"Everything. My manager won't let me use the costume Yuzuriha made me, the microphones are fucked up and no one has spares or a way to fix them. It's a mess!" She hit the mic on the palm of her hand for added effect, crashing onto her vanity seat and trying to hold back more tears. "I wasn't allowed to eat lunch, no snacks either, I'm starving..."

Senku wasn't stupid; he knew there was something much deeper here that affected her, but he wasn't about to worsen her mood by asking. He softly sighed and walked up to her, gently taking the mic from her clutches. [E/C] eyes moved up to meet his own, lips twitching in a sad pout. Her empty hands were soon holding a small bag of gummy bears, one of her favorites.

"I got this, let's get Yuzuriha to fix your makeup, yeah?" She nodded, sniffling as she watched Senku open the door very little, motioning for the brown haired girl to come in. She did, and so did an energetic Taiju.

It didn't take long for her to get cleaned up, looking better than before. Laughing at Taiju's stupid jokes and comments.

"There, good as new and for the costume, maybe next time [Y/N]?"

"No, yours matches the song's theme. The one Paul picked is so ugly and unflattering." The pair trailed their gaze to the hung-up costume, grimacing at its unfashionable appearance. Ruffles everywhere, bright pink and a clear contrast to the song that was supposed to be sung in harsh vocals.

"Here." The mic was handed back, [Y/N] took it, and observed the bored teen. "A wire was loose, I tied it with another."

"That's it?"

"Yeah."

"Seriously?"

"Uh, yes?"

[Y/N] breathed in deeply, turning in her seat and staring at herself in the mirror. She was fuming on the inside. Fifteen people here, and none of them could fix the mic. A loose wire? She got a headache because of a loose wire.

Senku had taken a step back when her eyes stared up at him in disbelief, he too was surprised her team didn't think to check the most common malfunction. He darted his gaze to see Yuzuriha look uncertain in the newfound quiet atmosphere.

Deeming herself presentable, she slammed open the door once again. Paul stood there with his face flushed red in anger, eyes scanning her attire, and opened his mouth to yell, but got cut off.

"You're fired. Your team is fired, everyone's fired except Vivian and George."

George had been the one to fetch Senku, while Vivian was the assistant manager who did more work than Paul ever did.

"I made you happen! You can't fire me!"

"I will get Vince to escort you out if you don't get out of my face." He was far too close for comfort, hand raised like he wanted to strike her, and [Y/N] would not stand for it.

"Viv, you're my new manager. Any funds you need to start up, let me know. George, you are going to be my head staff, everything goes through you now. Hire anyone you like."

They both hesitantly nodded, a little worried from the shift in attitude. [Y/N] turned to look at the trio with a smile on her face.

"Thank you."

The show had gone on without any further issues, Senku murmured like a whiny brat when Taiju was trying to get him to admit he liked the show—and yeah, he did, but he'd never admit it, at least not to this oaf.

They stood by the empty stage, waiting for the teen singer to bounce over to them. Scarlet eyes scanned her now clean face, no trace of the heavy performance makeup from earlier or the costume. [Y/N] readjusted her tank top straps and pulled her jeans higher.

"I hope you guys enjoyed the show, and sorry, but the VIP perks are no longer valid. As compensation, dinner on me?"

Yuzuriha and Taiju's eyes filled with sparkles, accepting the invitation without a shred of hesitation. The not-a-couple but kinda-couple walked off to the parking lot, leaving the singer and scientist to stand awkwardly next to each other.

"Hey, Senku?"

He mhm'd and turned his head to meet her small smile, hand outstretched, holding a roll of cash. Senku blinked at the money, noticing the bills were all hundreds.

"You really helped me back there, this was supposed to be their pay, but I can't exactly pay people who didn't do their job, now can I?"

When he didn't make a move to grab it, [Y/N] reached out for his small sling bag, effectively pulling him closer to her and sliding the money inside, then zipping it back up. Their eyes met yet again, and Senku felt his breath falter from their proximity, her hand still holding him close.

She then hooked her arm with his, beginning to drag him to their awaiting friends.

"It's too much for what I did."

"I disagree, you saved me from a panic attack. Thank you again."

"...No problem."

Well, he really did need new equipment in the lab, and it wasn't like she was struggling for money. Still, some guilt gnawed at his chest, like he didn't deserve that reward.

As they walked, she kept a firm grip on his arm. Senku had initially thought she was being overly clingy like usual, but the way she kept glancing off to the sides and behind her made him put the puzzle pieces together. [Y/N] was being followed, or felt like she was at least, he couldn't blame her.

"If it makes you less tense, you can help me out during my next show."

He really wasn't tense because of the money; it was her close proximity that put him off, it brought back fond yet painful memories of when they had once been dating.

"As long as you don't make me wait in the sun again."

A laugh left her lips, masking her guilt for not only leaving Senku, but also her fans waiting that long.

"Promise."

...

The day was perfect, a sunny day but not too hot, a slight breeze in the wind, absolutely perfect.

[Y/N] folded her hands in front of her blue sundress as she walked alongside a yawning Senku. It was surprising to see him agree to a walk in the park. Their arms brushed every time they took a step, while he deemed it as something that regularly happened, [Y/N], on the other hand, felt like it was overwhelming her.

It only took a few minutes to reach their destination, the large bridge above a medium-sized pond. Senku rested his arms on the railings while [Y/N] pulled out a ziploc bag containing slices of lettuce to feed the ducks below. He watched her with a soft glint in his eye, remembering the time he scolded her for feeding them bread when they were younger.

"Hey, are those two okay?" Her soft voice broke his trance. He stared right below, where two ducks had their necks tangled. Senku observed for a few seconds before confidently answering.

"They're mating." He chuckled at her horrified face as the male duck pulled the female's head underwater. "It's normal, although sometimes neck tangling can mean another scenario, like showing dominance or attacking."

"That poor girl." [Y/N] sighed in relief when the ducks separated and swam off together, even with the little roughness, they understood each other. "At least we can cross off duck guts from our date list."

Senku paused, the hand holding his chin up almost slipped. She froze completely.

"So this is a date? When were you going to let me know?" Despite the shaking of his hands, he still managed to tease her flawlessly.

"Later today, actually." [Y/N] looked straight into his scarlet eyes. "I like you, Senku."

He huffed out a laugh, covering his mouth and looking away from her. She was definitely bold at times, but he didn't expect this.

"I guess perfect timing, here." His free hand dug into his pocket and pulled out a small box, holding it out for her to grab. [Y/N] took it and pried it open to gasp at the beautiful hairclip, in a glittery golden star shape. She was too busy staring at it to notice the way he stopped leaning, stood up straight, and got closer.

He gently took it from her hand and brushed her hair back from one side, snapping the clip into place and tracing the same hand down to cup her blushing cheek. [E/C] eyes sparkled meeting a beautiful scarlet, he leaned down just a bit to hold eye contact at an even level.

"Senku...?"

"I like you too."

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It had only been a few weeks since the show, and Senku had spent the money the moment his eyes landed on a very amazing chemistry set. [Y/N] lingered in the back of his mind, wondering if she was busy recruiting a new team, if she was holding up, was she okay?

He had some idea of why she had broken up with him last year, but she seemed so heartbroken he didn't try to push it further, going along with whatever she needed in that moment. Ever since then, she'd been more emotionally closed off, bottling everything up and holding on until she exploded.

She rarely visited his home back when they were dating, and now she seemed too busy to even call. Senku wanted to not care, but he did. He really cared for [Y/N], and that made him shudder in slight discontent.

Feelings. He wished he didn't have them. It made it hard to get over her, it was dumb to waste time lingering on what could've been. But Senku didn't really want to let go, for [Y/N] meant far too much to him to simply let go.

Even if that meant staying only as friends.

It hurt his ego when he realized how excited he was to see her next performance. Her voice was smooth yet rough when needed, her dancing wasn't over the top or shaky—no, it was easy to follow and didn't detract from her vocals. Overall, it made the waiting worth it.

Senku rolled his eyes when he almost spilled a toxic chemical. He set it down carefully and took off his gloves and protective goggles. He was far too distracted to be in this lab, risking his hands and life.

He strolled out of the clubroom, leaving his members to clean up after his mess. His ears twitched, hearing a commotion from around the corner, he slightly peeked his head to see somebody cornered against a wall by a handful of students.

Senku was going to keep going on his way, but a desperate voice he recognized reached his ears. He gazed back at the crowd and finally noticed a frantic Yuzuriha trying to get people to back away, her head twisting around to ask for help, but only seeing more crazed kids. Then, her eyes landed on Senku, tears of relief sprang in her eyes, and she motioned for him to get closer.

"They're overwhelming her, and I'm scared she's gonna panic." It took him only a second to glance over the crowd closer and latch onto the [H/C] colored hair accessorized by a star hairclip, the one he had given her.

"Oi." The chatter suddenly froze, heads turning almost robotically to meet the cut-throat voice, landing on the all too familiar cold scientist. Senku didn't say anything else, walking up to them and reaching into the mob to grasp a wrist. The students moved out of the way in curiosity, as the girl didn't protest against his touch like she had against theirs.

[Y/N]'s uniform was disheveled, a result of all the tugging. Her ponytail had completely come undone, and her eyes were filled with tears.

With a sharp glare, the students dispersed quickly.

Senku's hand let go of her wrist and came up to adjust the collar of her blouse, straightening out the red bowtie as well. His fingers reached up to brush away the stray [H/C] strands of hair tickling her face. He was about to tuck the shirt back into her skirt, but decided against touching her any further than necessary.

He stepped away from her to give her much-needed space, and she finally moved, wiping away her tears with the sleeves of her sweater. She sniffled, hiccupping a thank you. Yuzuriha came up behind her and whispered reassuring words while redoing her hair.

"Is it really smart to have a celeb running amongst her fans without security?"

"Viv insisted on attending school, there are no shows planned until George files through all the hiring options and Viv gets set up as a real manager." [Y/N]'s lips formed a pout, "I expected some attention...not full-on chasing me down the halls and reaching out to touch my shoulders and hair..."

"Yuzuriha! We need help stitching this up!" Her friend apologized and rushed over to help her club, leaving them together once again.

"Can...can you stay with me, at least for the rest of today?"

Senku's face was blank, still observing her shaky figure, head darting to the side and even behind her, gulping when she noticed she was standing in front of a window. He realized just how paranoid she truly was, and he finally sighed, extending an arm for her to hold onto.

She took it at the speed of light and huddled closer to him.

"You should bring a bodyguard. They might not mean any real harm, but they can still cause it." [Y/N] looked up to see where Senku was gazing at, noticing another small crowd gathering but not approaching her, eyes bouncing between her and Senku like they were afraid of him.

"Vince would body slam them in a heartbeat if he had seen how they put their hands on me." Senku chuckled when the image of the grown ass man he met when he was a kid, slamming an excited fan to the ground was conjured in his mind.

"Bad for them, good for you."

Like some god-given miracle, [Y/N] and Senku were in the same homeroom, and after providing the teacher puppy eyes, she was allowed to sit next to him. Desk scooted a taddddd bit closer to his.

She did feel bad for being so clingy with the boy, but he wasn't a fan of hers. He never made her feel uncomfortable or care that she was famous. He kept his distance, treated her normally, and it had always been a breath of fresh air from her usual life.

[Y/N] was homeschooled right after she turned thirteen and had released a single that skyrocketed on the Billboard. Her old classmates were far too invasive, causing her to have severe panic attacks, and her father refused to let her stay around them.

At the time, she wasn't busy. Her management focused on expanding her single track as much as they could, which meant more time spent with her friends, specifically at Senku's house. [D/N] liked the leek-haired kid, saying he was smart and good to have around [Y/N], who hated even the simplest of math problems.

"Stop staring."

[Y/N] blinked, snapping herself out of the trance, and before she could apologize to him, she saw him lift his head from his notebook and glare around. Once more, students were blatantly gawking at her.

"Hey, how long can you hold a note?"

"Oh, uhm, I haven't really tried finding out."

Scarlet eyes barely shifted, still glued on the task of glaring at everyone. Senku hated how people couldn't act normally, especially towards another human being.

"I want to do some research with your voice, come over."

[Y/N] chuckled. Senku had a habit of never asking. It's like he knew she wouldn't say no, which made her heart stupidly skip a beat.

"Can we stop for boba?"

"Only if Vince is going to escort us in." She had gathered that he really, really, wanted to witness her bodyguard clock someone.

"You'll see it happen, one day." Senku's lips quirked up slightly, looking a bit evil.

Class went without a hitch, and lunchtime rolled around, dread filled her chest when she noticed no one getting up to head for the cafeteria. Senku was putting away his books when he noticed the stares. He placed the last book into his bag and reached his hand over the desk, waiting for her to grab it.

[Y/N] immediately intertwined their fingers, walking around the desk to reach his side and diligently follow him out of the room. She hoped the school would get used to her presence and leave her alone. Vivian really wanted her to experience school again, and she didn't want to worry her new manager.

"Anything specific you want? They have curry today, I think some apple salad too." He kept weaving through the bodies, keeping her close to him and sending side-eyes to whoever dared take a step near her.

"Do they have anything lighter?" Her head smacked into his back when he suddenly halted. Senku shifted to rest his chin on his shoulder, looking back and directly at her confused face.

"You're eating a full meal."

"I'm not that hungry."

"You always say that. Besides, I wasn't asking." He left it at that, getting in line for two curry plates. His words sounded harsh, but the tone was soft.

[Y/N] bit her lip, trying to calculate how many calories that could amount to. If it was too much, she could kiss her desired boba goodbye.

"And, we're getting you that tea."

"But, Senku-"

"Paul isn't here, he won't be back, and Viv seems like a nice enough person."

She quieted down, letting him guide her while thoughts consumed her. Senku hated her old manager, the very man who would never let her eat anything, scaring a young [Y/N] into thinking a chubby singer would never make it.

Especially hated him because she had stopped going on their ramen dates, as corny as they were, he missed them, and her most of all.

...

"Is this what you really want?" Senku's voice was low, taking a sharp notice of the way her head shook 'no' for a fraction of a second before she nodded, her words kept breaking, and it was getting harder for him to breathe.

"Is everything okay?" [Y/N] seemingly cried harder at the question, squeezing his hand so hard it turned red. It began to really hurt, but he couldn't bring himself to remove her grip.

"[Y/N]..."

"I'm so sorry..." That was all she managed to get out, and while she was literally breaking up with him, her hand told a different story, holding onto him like he was her last lifeline.

Senku couldn't ask anything else, not only for his own mental sake but for hers, whereas she seemed more distraught than him, and that was saying a lot. So his last words for now were clear and true.

"I'll still be here, no matter what." She was more important than anything, and it would remain that way, whether he liked it or not.

They stayed put until Vince had come to pick her up, the ex-couple exchanged one last heartfelt glance before the car pulled out of the driveway and disappeared down the street.

Byakuya had a hand on Senku's shoulder, the teen was biting his lip to stop the tears, but his dad knew how he was feeling from the simple way his body shook.

"I'm sure you two will figure it out, you're special to each other." He could only nod, staring at the empty street, wishing she would make Vince turn around and jump back into his waiting arms, yet no matter how much he wished, she didn't.

The last thing she gave was a soft kiss on his cheek, which left a lingering tingly feeling. One he would keep memorized deep in his brain, because he didn't know if they'd ever come back from this.

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[Y/N] sipped on her Boba tea while observing the way Senku's eyebrows scrunched up in concentration, eyes glued on his computer screen.

"45 seconds, not bad." He muttered, she had no idea what information her held note could provide, but if it made him happy, she'd do it again.

She left him to ponder alone longer, taking this time to look around the room she hadn't been in for a long time. [Y/N] smiled like a giddy child seeing her poster near his bed, the bracelet sold at concerts dangling on his corkboard alongside pictures of them together.

"You got me that corkboard, only fair if it's you and me." She turned away from him, hiding her apple cheeks. Senku smugly snickered, having caught a glimpse of her expression.

The color reddened when she noticed the picture in the middle, a shared kiss during a picnic date. It was possibly the best date they had ever gone on.

A few minutes later, he let out a deep sigh and stretched, turning off his device and yawning while making his way to the bed where [Y/N] was already seated. As he plopped down, their shoulders bumped together, and neither gave an indication of moving.

"Do you think I made the right choice? Firing Paul?" Her voice came out in a whisper, unsure of the question herself.

Senku took note of the way her hands shook, barely keeping a firm grasp on her phone. His eyes trailed up to see her already looking at him, cheeks slightly puffed out, something she did to try to avoid crying.

"Are you happy he's gone?"

"Yes, but from a professional—"

"Then that's enough." He brushed his hair back, groaning softly in pain when his fingers got tangled. "If you're happy, that's what matters."

The singer smiled at his intense gaze. In what seemed like a split second, she pounced on him, knocking Senku onto the bed and startling him momentarily.

They lay in silence with her head on his chest and both looking up at his ceiling, covered in glowing stars that formed constellations. He could still vividly recall when they would spend nights together doing this exact same thing, yet it felt like forever ago.

[Y/N] combed through his white and green hair, undoing the knots he had accidentally tugged on moments ago, and each time her nails softly collided with his scalp, he had to keep his satisfied noises to a minimum.

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"I don't know...being you?"

Senku rolled his eyes but couldn't hide the red that bloomed on his face. They both turned their heads to look at one another.

[Y/N]'s eyes flickered down to his lips, a movement he didn't miss. He was also guilty of glancing at hers, catching a long glimpse of her usual cherry gloss.

She leaned forward, barely hovering over his mouth. Senku wanted it to happen so badly, to have back what he lost and couldn't fight for.

"If you kiss me, there's no backing out this time [Y/N]." He whispered against her lips, his heart squeezed when he noticed the doubt beginning to consume her. She pulled away, keeping her body on his and murmuring a sad 'sorry'.

Instead, once again, he was left with a soft kiss on his cheek.

...

"You're out of tune."

[Y/N] puffed out her cheeks when that nonchalant voice reached her ears, her eyesight became blurry as she failed to stop tears from starting up.

She turned around to see Senku finishing up his homework, and the pencil stopped when he felt the mood shift. He blinked, meeting her sad gaze, and all he could do was beckon her closer with the wave of his hand.

Despite her hurt feelings, she approached him, falling to her knees to be on his level. Senku observed her for a few seconds before gently ruffling her [H/C] hair, her head raised to meet his blank face.

"Being out of tune is completely normal. It just means you haven't warmed up enough or found the right rhythm." [E/C] eyes stayed wide and teary, lip trembling as she scanned his face. Senku held in a sigh. "I'm sorry, I'll help you, okay?"

Hearing the apology, she finally gave him a nod. Satisfied with his problem-solving, Senku patted her knee so she could sit down properly. They began with humming, a common way to warm up, a few breath control techniques he saw online, and in the aftermath of twenty minutes, she was good to go.

[Y/N] hugged his neck, snuggling into his shoulder and squeezing the life out of him. His arms awkwardly stayed close to his sides, not minding the hug but being too shy to reciprocate.

"Thankyouthankyou! Did you know you're my favorite person in the world?"

"Your mood swings are as mysterious as the moon stalking me."

"Do you want me to fight the moon for you?"

Scarlet eyes widened, staring down at the girl hugging him. Why did that childish question make his heart skip a billion beats?

"It's physically impossible to do that."

"But what if you end up liking the moon? Would you like it more than me?"

"First discoveries are always more important, they lead to progress and growth—" He stopped talking when he noticed her confusion. Instead, he exhaled and lowered his voice, slightly embarrassed. "—No, nothing will ever make that happen."

...

Students and staff alike were finally getting accustomed to having [Y/N] attending school like a normal child, greeting her in the morning and keeping a safe distance at all times unless she initiated talk first.

She did feel more comfortable, but not enough to join a club and spend time away from Senku and her friends. They were like a shield, keeping her company and never allowing others to corner her like they did that dreadful first day.

"It sucks that we can't hang out publicly, it's like paparazzi have a tracker on me." [Y/N] and Senku were sitting in the back seat of her bodyguard's black BMW, waiting for Vince to get their ordered food. Originally, they were going to head inside, but there were lingering people with cameras around their necks.

"I've told you many times before, I don't care if they take pictures." He grumbled, rubbing his thumb over her shaky hand. [Y/N] worried he'd be crowded by paparazzi if they saw him with her, Senku could take care of himself, and driving people away wouldn't be that hard.

The thought had made him pause; he hated when people invaded his personal space or bothered him, so why didn't he care when it came to enduring it for her?

Senku snapped out of his head when he heard her scream and shuffle closer to him, practically giving himself whiplash, his scarlet eyes landed on the pressed-up face of a fan near her window. The grown man slammed his palms on the glass, grinning at them like he had just found a rare prize.

The sound of the handle being pulled echoed in the car. Senku reached over for his own handle, keeping a firm grip on [Y/N]'s arm, ready to leave the car from the other side if the man somehow opened it.

Vince rushed over, hearing the commotion and seeing people trying to pull a man away from his car, without missing a beat, he grabbed hold of the fan's collar and yanked him back enough to land a hard punch that knocked him out, all while keeping the food steady.

He wasted no more time and got into the driver's seat, setting the order on the passenger seat and turning his head to check on the kids.

[Y/N]'s knees were curled up to her chest with her head hiding in Senku's shoulder, and his arm was tightly wrapped around her. Her breathing was uneven as she cried, she hated this, feeling like some animal people wanted to swarm.

"I'm so tired..."

"I know." Senku felt the droplets drip onto his blazer, the warm tears made his stomach drop, and he truly could never understand how [Y/N] endured this on a daily basis. "You're okay, we're here, I'm here."

"I should've parked more carefully, I'm sorry, darling." Vince gripped the steering wheel hard, making his knuckles turn white, pressing the gas pedal harder, eager to get them home without further incidents.

"It's not your fault, you already protect me so much..."

The ride to her house was quiet, just small sniffles and the rustling of paper bags. Vince rolled up into the driveway, getting out first and unrolling an umbrella to help them get out, specifically covering [Y/N]'s skirt as she hopped out of her seat, and then Senku's face.

Briefly greeting her dad and mom, they ran upstairs and straight into her room. The singer quickly closed all her curtains and the door. Placing the food bags on the small table in the middle of the room, they both sat down on yellow cushions.

Senku curiously observed her silence, the red, puffy eyes, and her swollen lips from harsh biting. He wondered what her thoughts could be right now, as she unloaded the food and passed him chopsticks.

"[Y/N]." She barely glanced at him, biting into a dumpling. He called her name again, only for her to ignore it. Senku sighed, scooting closer. He gently stopped her chopsticks from reaching her mouth.

She looked up at him in utter silence.

"Talk about it."

[E/C] eyes filled with tears immediately, her lips trembled as his gaze intensified. And that look was all it took for her to break, break down in a way she desperately, emotionally, needed.

"I don't want to be in the spotlight anymore." She took a huge gulp of air in, "I want to be a normal teen, to go to school without people taking my picture or following me home."

They all disregarded her pleas for privacy. They didn't care if she publicly voiced feeling scared, that grown men would sit outside her house camping out as they waited for the right time to snap pictures, to wait for her curtains to move.

Senku kept his lips shut, reaching over to hold her hand like he always did.

"I want to go out on dates with you again, but I can't put you in that situation. They'd pounce on you at the first opportunity, and I would never sacrifice your privacy for my feelings."

There it was again, his heart did that thing, where it hurts but feels so full of warmth. His scarlet eyes traced her features, feeling her hand squeeze his as she confessed something she kept hidden for quite a bit of time.

"And what made you think I wouldn't sacrifice my privacy for your feelings?"

"Because you're you, wonderful you." She whispered, wiping away at her eyes. "I can't ask you to do that, I just can't. You deserve better."

It was easier when she was a mere baby singer, when people weren't that interested in getting her picture. Sure, she'd get the occasional fan during their outings, but never like this, [Y/N] wished she could go back in time and restart everything.

Senku closed his eyes momentarily, taking a beat to gather his thoughts. Truly, he would absolutely hate living a life followed by people who lived for drama, negative or positive. He'd never be alone, all his information out for the world to see.

Yet down that dark path of consequences, there was a small light, [Y/N]. She would be the ultimate pro against those cons, and he knew she'd always be worth it in the end.

"Is this all for me, or do you truly want to stop performing?"

Senku's lip twitched up when her cheeks turned a slight red. it had just dawned on her that she had told him about her lingering feelings. Not that he didn't already know, still, it was making her shy.

"I want a break, a really long one where people forget about me and I can start again when I'm older. To spend time with you and our friends without feeling like someone is lingering around snapping pictures."

Senku paused, hearing the clear emphasis on 'someone'. His eyebrows scrunched up, remembering her jittery self, glancing behind her even when there was only a wall there. Peeking around his home whenever she stayed over, repeatedly checking if his window and door were closed.

"A stalker?" He blurted out when the dots finally connected, his suspicion confirmed when she froze up. "Someone has been threatening you with me, is that why we broke up? Tried harder to hide me?"

[Y/N] slipped her hand out of his and stood up, walking to her closet and digging around the slight mess. A few seconds passed, and she pulled out a wooden box, going back to him by the table and placing the item in his hands.

He glanced at it, at her, then back to the box. The lock came undone, and he filtered through the blurry pictures, scribbly notes, and a purple pen he lost a year ago.

"You lent me this pen..."

She nodded, watching him shuffle through it all. His eyebrow raised when a beaker he thought had been misplaced was there as well, this person had really been prying around.

Some pictures were taken from outside his window, most were non-decipherable, like the culprit was trembling as they took it. But one of these was so clear it made his blood run a little cold.

Her head tucked under his chin, sleeping soundly as his own head rested on top of hers. Arm around her waist, and the other sprawled over his pillow.

The corner of the picture got crumpled as his hand tightened. The person was clearly targeting both of them, but he couldn't ignore how, at the center of it all, was [Y/N]'s underwear peeking from her ridden-up shirt.

"What did they want?" These were old pictures, some just days before their breakup. The notes were filled with threats, mostly against him.

"They said they loved me, that without my music they'd be dead." She gulped, hands balling into fists. "That...they wanted me, and if they couldn't have me, you couldn't either..."

Tears slipped out of her eyes, that stalker situation had gone on for a long while, and no one else knew. The plan was to pretend like Senku meant nothing to her, hoping it would make this stalker back off. To say she failed miserably was an understatement.

He meant the whole world to her. He supported her dreams and never treated her any differently. The [H/C] haired girl wouldn't be where she was if it weren't for him. Senku was more than a support beam; he was the entire structure.

"I never wanted to break up with you. God, it was so hard, but I was scared of what they could do to you." [Y/N] hiccupped, feeling her throat close up due to the constant crying. "I'm sorry for keeping you in the dark, ending things the way I did."

Senku nodded slowly, letting the information sink in, and placed the items back into the box. He pushed it away and reached out to grab his chopsticks, picking up a still-warm dumpling and pressing it against her lips.

The girl blinked gently, taking the offered food and chewing. Senku watched her eat with a sparkle in his eyes, his hand reached out to wipe her face with a pink handkerchief, and he smiled softly.

"I started to relax around you again because I stopped receiving the notes and pictures, and I thought they gave up. I'm not so sure now..."

"We'll deal with whatever happens next. Together." In the end, Senku was relieved to know it wasn't he who was the problem. So now, he was fully ready to do anything to keep her happy again.

[Y/N] would've cried again if it wasn't for the second dumpling being sent her way. She really missed these quiet little nights where all they had was the company of one another and food, it was nice, and she'd do anything to have the rest of her days resemble right now.

"Besides, I finally got to see Vince kick someone's ass."

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Senku scrolled through his phone, deeply immersed in his shopping cart contents. He hummed along to the low volume of [Y/N]'s song playing in the background. He was relaxing in the bathtub, the hot water had turned lukewarm already, but he still had no desire to get up.

The tub had been overflowing with bubbles just moments ago, they dissipated over time, and it seemed like [Y/N] was insistent on keeping them going.

"You're going to finish the bottle." He muttered, putting his phone down onto the floor, staring at his girlfriend emptying the bubble maker. Her upper body came out of the water to lean closer towards the bin and throw the empty bottle into it.

[Y/N] splashed down and quickly scooted back into his body, earning a groan as she slammed into his chest. Senku blew away the [H/C] hair strands that poked his face, his hands raising up to adjust her messy bun.

"I missed this."

"What? Seeing me naked or bathing?"

"I was going to say cuddling, but seeing you naked is a bonus too." [Y/N] didn't remember when or why they began taking baths together like this, she didn't really have the desire to have any sexual relations at her age, and neither did Senku.

She saw this as more of a trust thing, and her trust in him was greater than anything.

"I guess you have a conventionally good body."

"Geez, thanks, babe." He chuckled when she looked up at him with a playful pout, and despite the smirk that appeared on his face, his scarlet eyes were soft. [Y/N] missed that gaze. It always made her feel so mushy inside.

Reminding herself they were really once again together, she tilted her chin up to place a quick peck on his lips.

"Oh my god, I missed that too." Her voice was barely above a whisper, and a hand pressed against his bare chest. He reached up to lay his own hand on top of hers, not even trying to hide the slight redness consuming his cheeks.

"No more until you sleep." Senku's grumbling was interrupted as she placed another quick kiss, giggling when he reacted too late to dodge her. Senku watched her smile get wider, twisting around to lay against him, he was glad something as simple as a kiss could cheer her up.

When the girl was tossing and turning in his bed, he had suggested a bath, knowing full well she always managed to sleep in the calm of the water. As her breathing began to relax, she reached up to grab his dampened leek-colored hair, tugging on it softly.

"Have I told you, you look good with your hair down?"

"Only about a billion times."

She laughed at his teasing tone, feeling her eyes start to flutter close. Senku's arms slipped off the sides of the tub to wrap around her waist. He kept his head steady, trying to avoid falling asleep. The last time that happened, they both nearly drowned.

"Can we stay like this, forever?"

Senku's stomach twisted hearing the sad tone she carried. He hated lying to her in any way, shape, or form, and he knew forever wasn't something he could promise. Yet, the limbs around her pulled her closer to his body.

"Sure." He murmured softly, rubbing circles on her skin beneath the water.

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The bliss their rekindled relationship had given [Y/N] withered away one Monday morning, when a classmate came up to her with a frown on her face. A phone was placed in her hands, and the singer couldn't believe what she was seeing.

There, on one of the most popular gossip sites, was a picture of her and Senku only wearing towels. It was seemingly taken right after she had woken up from their little tub date. How the hell could she forget to close the curtains to his room? Why did she get so careless?

[E/C] eyes briefly read the comments, it was constantly getting updated. While this was all extremely dreadful, she was glad to see that most of these people had a clear mind about this.

'Who tf approved of this article release? They're both underage? Hello???'

'Omg I remember him, he was with [Y/N] when I asked for a picture like a year ago!'

'this is gross'

'im all for drama and sneaky pics, but we're talking about literal children, guys wtf?'

'hope she sues this gossip company to the ground, this is absolutely sickening.'

'wasnt this article on thin ice? swear they posted some priv info about another singer a while back.'

'^ yeah they were given a severe warning in like march, they even fired the author for that week's article dunno why its happening again..'

She shoved the phone back to her fellow student and thanked the girl for letting her know, the bell rang but [Y/N] couldn't stay in the classroom, her feet took off down the hallway and into an empty room, her phone buzzed in her skirt pocket but she was far too busy trying to control her breathing.

This was it. Everyone knew about Senku, and there wasn't anything she could do to keep him partly hidden anymore. His privacy was set to public, and she was to blame. There had been rumors about her dating life, but she always managed to avoid acknowledging them. Unfortunately, this wasn't something she could deflect.

A special ringtone echoed, and she reached for her phone to see Vivian's name on the screen. Her hand shook as she answered, bringing the device up to her ear.

"I'm so sorry, I'm—"

"Are you okay, [Y/N]?"

[Y/N] paused, hearing no anger or disappointment, only worry. Paul had a strict no-dating policy. He hated when she'd risk being seen with Senku, he would've ripped her apart if he were still her manager. Vivian wasn't like him. She needed to remember that.

"I—I don't know..." She could barely hold herself up, backing up to fall into a chair. "He's never going to be left alone, Viv. I was too greedy." Her cries made Vivian's heart slowly break. [Y/N]'s fans were crazy individuals, but to photograph teens in such a vulgar state, it was crossing a line, a line she would not let slide.

"What if they never leave him alone?"

Senku had been rushing down the halls trying to find [Y/N] right after Taiju had shown him the picture. He expected this stalker to appear again, but definitely not with this bold move. His heart pounded loudly in his ears.

He stopped, hearing crying in a nearby room. Senku slowly opened the door to see his girlfriend on the phone and trying to calm herself down.

"We should've stayed apart..." Hearing that soft whisper of a sentence, Senku reached for the phone and read over the contact name before reassuring Vivian he had the situation covered. Hanging up, he pocketed the device and turned to meet her stunned face.

"Senku..."

He huffed, watching her stand up and stumble slightly. Scarlet eyes narrowed, remembering her last words. He took a step closer to her, it turn making her take one back and accidentally pushing the chair over.

Senku continued backing her up till her lower back hit a table, with nowhere to go, [Y/N] finally looked up. Through her wet eyelashes, she saw his piercing gaze, her hands trembled, awaiting his words.

Except he didn't say anything, reaching his hands out to help her sit on the table, walking closer and standing in-between her legs. Her breath hitched, feeling his cool hands on her thighs.

And before she could open her mouth to ask what he was doing, her lips were captured by his. He didn't give her a moment to adjust, pushing like he desperately needed her to know he was right here.

Senku was here; he always had been and always would be. [Y/N] closed her eyes, feeling stray tears trail down her cheeks as she fully embraced the kiss. Her arms wrapped around his neck and brought him impossibly closer. He rarely initiated intimacy, but when he did, it always held a deeper meaning. The timing of all of those were like pure sweet sugar to her.

The kiss stopped feeling rushed, both slowing down to enjoy each other's presence. They separated, with [Y/N] giving soft pecks and Senku sighing in content.

"Still think we should've stayed apart?"

A laugh got caught in her throat. He was teasing her even now. She shook her head, focused on how his lips formed a smile against her own.

"I didn't mean it like that, I want you more than anything in the world." Although shaky, her voice was confident with these said words. Senku was her rock, her other half, her whole damn universe.

"I know, and I promise everything will be okay." He hated how many times he had wiped away her tears, wanting to never see her cry, but he would never think to let another wipe them for her.

This promise was real, something he trusted himself with to ensure. Because before his love for science, before the moon stalked him, [Y/N] was there first, in his mind and heart.

And weirdly enough, just a week later, they were turned to stone.

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[E/C] eyes blinked, watching pieces of rock fall from her hands, crumbling away from her legs and setting her free. [Y/N] stood up from the cold ground and looked around, gaping as a naked Senku stood only a few feet away with his back turned to her.

His head suddenly tilted over, sending her a huge smirk, and he reached his hand out for her to grab. She accepted without hesitation.

"Well, not the fix I had in mind, but I guess the stone age works too."

He evilly cackled, guiding her out of the cave and out into the new world. It was miles and miles of nature, no buildings in sight or other people. Everything they knew was gone, and while that included her precious phone and old mementos, this was a fresh start for her and Senku. Away from the public view, because there was no longer any internet.

It had all been wiped.

She was free.

"Senku, I love you." A startled Senku accidentally let go of the vine he was trying to rip out and fell on his ass, he slowly shifted to meet her teary eyes and lips quirked up in a sweet smile.

This time, his heart didn't feel any pain, just a comforting squeeze and warmth. The usual discomfort that overshadowed his thought process didn't take over, because for the first time in what felt like forever, those were happy tears.

"Heh, I love you more, one billion percent."

Maybe, this time around, she could finally be happy with him, without prying eyes, without sneaking around. This was probably the biggest feeling of relief she had ever felt in her life, and while she was scared of the new unknown, she wasn't alone.

Senku would be here every step of the way, and so would she, for him.

"Now come here, unless you want the monkeys to keep staring at you."

"I want a dress!"

"Anything for you." Senku teased, waving a piece of vine at her.

He muttered softly when she playfully rolled her eyes with a stupid grin on her face and collected more vines near him.

"Anything."

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