#i wanted to do dance for so long and happy i finally took the leap :3

[popperazzi]

zooted after dance class and ab to watch flavor of love ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

[yummyuta]

winner takes it all | p.w ft s.e

♡ genre: smut - mdni! slight angst | word count: 2,583

♡ pairing: wonbin x f. reader (ft bf! eunseok)

♡ warnings: cheating (reader is involved in a bet) alcohol consumption, public sex, unprotected sex, oral (f. receiving), slight dumbification

♡ summary: in a tense and unexpected turn of events reader finds herself spending the evening with her boyfriends racing rival.

♡ authors note: im back again with another wonseok fic only this time wonbin is the mc! i've had the idea of rival racers since april, and im so happy i got around to writing it. i hope you enjoyed this one! btw i do not condone cheating whatsoever, this is purely fictional.

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the stands were packed, and the roar of the engines was deafening as the cars lined up for the start. you stood amongst the crowd, of fangirls screeching out your boyfriends name. as the countdown began and checkered flags were raised, your heartbeat accelerated. as supportive as you were of your man, and his career it always filled you with a sense of dread that someday he would get hurt. as the sound of the gunshot went off, signaling the race to begin you spotted eunseok’s car, a brilliant red streak on the track, and your eyes followed him eagerly. but as the race unfolded, another driver caught your attention. a sleek navy blue car with silver stars decorated across the hood and sides seemed to dance through the track with an almost mesmerizing grace. this mystery driver was audacious and precise, and you couldn’t help but admire his skill.

the race was fierce, as eunseok and his rival were locked in a breathtaking duel, their cars battling for every inch of the track. the crowd was on their feet, and you found herself torn between cheering for eunseok and marveling at the other mans performance. the final lap was a heart-stopping spectacle, and in a dramatic climax, both cars crossed the finish line at the same moment.

as the dust settled, you began running down towards the track, signaling to your boyfriends team to let you in. you noticed the tension between eunseok and his opponent. the two racers exchanged words that seemed more charged than celebratory. suddenly, the mystery man approached you, his eyes meeting yours with a mix of intensity and curiosity.

"you’re y/n, right?” he asked, his voice calm despite the adrenaline still pumping through him. "yes,” you replied, a bit taken aback. “how do you know me?” suddenly a hand grabbed your wrist, pulling you into a side hug. "dont you dare speak to her wonbin" eunseok barked at the man. eunseok turned to you, a look of concern in his eyes, "lets go home okay, forget this race" he quickly spat out. you sat there in confusion, before wonbin broke your focus. "now not so fast, i want my rematch. this time, the stakes are higher. the winner gets the privilege of spending time with you", he said so casually.

your eyes widened in shock. “what? i’m not a prize to be won.” eunseok looked conflicted, on the one hand he wanted to run away with you, and not look back while on the other he felt his pride and career would be at risk if he didnt take on the deal. the clock was ticking, it was time to make a decision, besides you were his good luck charm, as long as he had you he was sure he could win and everything would go back to the way it was. you believed in him, he knew that, so he took the leap, hoping you would understand.

"baby, this is about more than just the race", he confided in you. despite your discomfort, you saw the determination in his eyes and agreed to the terms of the rematch, hoping it would resolve the tension between them. the rematch was set for the following week, and the anticipation built up. when race day arrived, the atmosphere was charged, and the race was even more intense than before, with both racers pushing their limits. in a stunning final lap, wonbin edged out eunseok by a fraction of a second. the crowd erupted in cheers as wonbin crossed the finish line first. you felt a mix of emotions - sadness for eunseok, and a growing unease about what the night with wonbin would bring.

the bleachers started the clear, as people began making their way to the after party. you sat there in disbelief until you were faced with wonbin and eunseok directly in front of you. you were about to run towards your boyfriend until wonbin held out a hand to you. "i'm going to have my fun with you tonight", he smirked. you rolled your eyes, accepting your fate, then wonbin turned to his rival, saying, "dont worry ill try to have her back in one piece." eunseok nearly lunged at his enemy, you quickly reacted, standing in between them and placing a calming hand on eunseoks' chest. "i dont like this anymore than you do," you reassured him, placing a peck on his lips, before wonbin began dragging you away.

wonbin lead you into the bustling party, his hand held on tightly to your waist as he guided you through the crowd. all eyes were on you, everyone knew you were eunseoks girlfriend so it was no suprise to you that whispers and rumors immediately began to circulate. as the night went on, wonbin introduced you to his friends and fellow racers, shotaro, and anton. wonbins groupies also were intent on following you both around like lost puppies the whole time, waiting for a moment where you left his side, giving them the opportunity to pounce.

you were hoping for that as well, but wonbin only got more physical with you. he placed his hands wherever he could, your thighs, ass, waist, hips, shoulders barely leaving you space to breathe. his hands were rough, calloused, and cold, nothing compared to your boyfriends. a few times you would spot eunseok from across the room, it was like wonbin was purposely flaunting you in front of him. the minute eunseok met your gaze, he could only shake his head and down another shot, hoping he could drown his loss of you and the race in alcohol.

while wonbin was preoccupied for a few moments talking business with his manager, you managed to sneak off to the dance floor, swaying your body to the sweet sound and sipping on your cocktail. you were enjoying your peace until you felt the presence of someone behind you. wonbin reached around you, lightly grinding into your back, whispering compliments into your ear. "you know you are by far the hottest girl i have ever seen, i dont think eunseok realizes how lucky he is." your cheeks began to flush as heat began circulating around the two of you. you blamed it on the fact that you were borderline drunk at this point and kept moving to your own rhythm, hoping his words wouldn't phase you anymore.

you ignoring him only added more fuel to wonbins fire. he lived for the chase, he was a go-getter after all on and off the track. he decided to take things to the next level, sliding one hand up your shirt, while the other found its way lightly around your neck, testing the waters to see how you would react. to both of your surprises, you leaned further into him, letting out the cutest sighs he's ever heard. you were getting worked up, you knew it was wrong to be doing this you promised eunseok you wouldn't enjoy yourself, but also he is the one who put you in this position in the first place. you turned your head around in his grasp, looking into his eyes, the purple and blue lights reflecting off his beautiful features. you didn't stop yourself when he locked his lips with yours in an eager kiss. you also didn't stop him when he began to escort you off the dance floor and outside to the parking lot. the cool air, along with the reality of what just happened, smacked you in the face as soon as you stepped out. you instinctively moved toward eunseoks' car, and wonbin followed.

you leaned against the hood of his car, taking a few deep breaths in an attempt to compose yourself. this was wrong, and the guilt began to crash into you. you were lost in your thoughts until wonbin stepped in front of you, positioning himself in between your legs. "whats wrong baby, miss your boyfriend" he snarked. you stared at him with tears in your eyes, "why did you do this? couldn't you have found some other way to settle the score without ruining my relationship!" you screamed out in frustation as you balled up your fists, wanting to hit him but trying to contain your anger. he only continued to stare at you, getting more excited.

you didn't know this, but he's had his eye on you since the first day you came out to the track to support eunseok. when he looked for you in the stands, he imagined you cheering him on, he thought of you wearing his jacket, he thought of you running down, jumping into his arms and kissing him in celebration of his victories. he imagined laying you down in the backseat of his car, undressing you, as you begged him to keep going. he wanted you more than any championship title or the fame that came with it. "are you even listening to me?" you snapped annoyingly in his face.

now it was his turn to catch an attitude with you, he didnt have much time left before you went crawling back to eunseok, so he knew he needed to do something to bend you to his will before he missed his chance. he rolled his eyes, before grabbing your chin between his fingers, "baby we can do this the easy way, or the hard way, and i much prefer a challenge" he said with a sick smile before leaning in, not quite placing his lips on yours yet. he was testing you, "the choice is still yours though, just remember im not the bad guy here, eunseok is the one who didn't fight hard enough to keep you." your eyes swirled in his, he saw right through you, all your conflicting emotions, "you can't tell him okay, please, you already got what you wanted" was the last thing you thought before releasing all the tension, completing the space that was left between you. he pulled away ever so slightly, "you will be my dirty little secret" he growled before picking you up, placing you on the hood.

your legs wrapped around him as he began to unbutton your shorts. you made quick work pulling his racing jacket off his shoulders, taking if off and placing it next to you. he went for your shirt next, ripping it up and over your head, stretching his fingers to your back to unclasp your bra, exposing your tits. you leaned back, propping yourself up on your elbows, as he slid your shorts and underwear down your legs, and watched as he rid himself of his pants.

his buldge was prominent, he leaned in and you sighed, closing your eyes wanting to feel him again. you felt cold, leathery fabric being placed over your shoulders, opening your eyes as you saw he put his racing jacket on you. "that's much better," he purred in your ear. he began placing open-mouthed, tongue kisses on your breasts, collerbones, down your navel, to your inner thighs, licking and biting all the way to your glistening core. "you dont know how many times i imagined this," he muttered before locking his lips around your folds, sticking his tongue in your entrance.

his obscene slurping sounds mixed with your moans, the beat of the music from inside the party could barely be heard over the sounds you were making. he flicked his tongue in and out of you expertly, he had to be the best at everything in his life. he took the hand that was holding your hips apart, bringing it closer to you so he could play with your nub. like pressing on the gas pedal, he was firing you up with each second that went on. you threw your head back, hair sticking to your forehead, and jacket barely hanging onto your body as you arched your back, moving your hips closer to his mouth practically suffocating him. wonbin was bringing you closer to the finish line, and before you knew it, your orgasm smashed into you.

juices splattering all over his chin, as he pulled away, licking his lips, eyes blown out in lust and the moonlight sparkling on his face. "you taste even sweeter than i ever could have thought." your face was red, you were exposed and embarrassed, but you wanted more, "please, wonbin..." you had to be out of your mind, but you wanted to make the most of your mistake before it was over. "please what baby, use your words", he hissed back, "do you want my cock, you want to get fucked on top of your boyfriends car is that it?"

in the midst of everything, you completely forgot where you were. guilt started setting its way into your stomach once more. you wanted to curl up into a ball hiding yourself from the man in front of you. as ashamed as you were, you didn't want to think of it anymore, and your body was screaming at you, so you listened. "yes please fuck me until i forget" you begged him, "oh princess, trust me this will be a ride of a lifetime", he said before unveiling his cock, pressing it into you, his hips snapping into you. he was slightly longer and thicker than eunseok. easily reaching places, it took your boyfriend a few moments to get to. you gasped, exhaling every bit of bitter air that entered your lungs. he was knocking the wind out of you with every thrust. the car shaking, the hood bending with the weight of you and the force and speed of his hips pistoling in and out of your core.

"if only eunseok could see this, his precious girlfriend getting railed by his arch nemisis," wonbin teased. you hated to admit this to yourself, but the thought of it kinda turned you on. maybe if eunseok saw you like this, he would realize you dont deserve to be treated like a bargaining chip. your eyes rolled into the back of your head, biting down on your lip until you nearly bled, feeling your second orgasm of the night rapidly approaching. eunseok had never made you cum this fast, he was a sweet lover, but it wasnt always enough for you. maybe what you needed this whole time was someone who knew how to push your buttons. strings of curses flew from your mouth, as your body was being thrown around the hood of the car. wonbins bicepts flexing as he held your legs strongly around his waist.

"almost there baby, cum for me, let everyone hear whose the champion, who is fucking you this good," wonbin exclaimed. you went to cover your face, becoming extremely overwhelmed by his words. wonbin wasn't having that though, he needed to see every expression, every scrunch of your nose, and curve of your lips as you were overcome with pleasure. he grabbed your wrists pinning them above your head, "come on baby, say it, let eunseok know who the real winner is". your throat raw, and mouth dry, as you clenched around the man whose name came out of your mouth in broken screams and moans. wonbin pulled out of you, "thats it baby" he groaned as he painted your tits and stomach with his release.

your chest heaved, your body tingly, and brain nearly checked out. barely catching your breath, you were startled by the sound of your phone ringing from your pocket in your shorts. wonbin got off you, and as he pulled his pants back on, grabbing your device, bringing it to his ear "y/n phone, may i ask who is calling?" wonbin answered. you sat up, inching off the hood collecting yourself when you heard "oh its you, yeah, she's right here. we are by your car, she's exhausted, " wonbin exasperated into the speaker. realizing he was talking to eunseok, you quickly made yourself look as presentable as possible, hoping there were no signs of the sinful act that had just taken place. suddenly, the door slammed open, your boyfriend pacing towards you.

"times up, we are going home right now," he yelled. you turned to face wonbin for the final time that night, as he placed his index finger over his lips in a shushing motion, winking at you. when eunseok made his way over to your side, opening the passenger door for you, he took notice of your change in appearance. "why are you wearing wonbins jacket?" he said in disgust. you gulped, eyes beelining towards the ground, studdering trying to find an explanation. "didnt want her to catch a cold. besides it looks better on her anyway, you can give it back to me at the next race...when i beat you again." he confidently said as he walked over, getting in the driver seat of his own car, reving the engine and driving off into the starry night. as your boyfriend drove home, you clenched onto his rivals jacket, knees buckling as you recalled the events that had transpired, both of you sitting in silence, as the recollection of the time spent with wonbin slipped into the unknown.

[lumaconstante]

First kiss [ Ominis Gaunt x Muggle!READER]

Summary: Ominis Gaunt shares a tender moment with the Muggle girl he’s been visiting in secret. One quiet evening, while dancing together in her kitchen, he takes a leap of courage and experiences his first kiss.

Warnings: Fluffy, sweet, first kiss, Ominis being soft and vulnerable.

The night was quiet, and the kitchen in her house was bathed in a soft, golden light. Ominis stood by the counter, his fingers tracing the edges of the granite while he listened to her fiddling with the old record player on the table nearby. He had promised himself this would be a brief visit, but, as always, leaving wasn’t as easy as it seemed.

— There! — you exclaimed cheerfully as the music started to play, filling the room with a gentle and captivating melody.

Ominis tilted his head, listening intently.

— What song is this? — he asked, a small smile playing on his lips.

— It’s one of my mother’s favorites — you replied. — I like listening to it when I want to relax.

You stepped closer, holding out your hand to him.

— Dance with me?

Ominis let out a soft laugh, hesitant.

— Me? Dance? I think you’re underestimating my… minor coordination issue.

— Oh, stop it — you said, taking his hand. — I’ll guide you.

He let you lead him, the warmth of your hand sending a comforting sensation through him. Soon, his feet were moving in time with the slow rhythm of the music. At first, he was tense, as though afraid of stepping on your toes or doing something wrong. But as you laughed and encouraged him, he began to relax.

— See? It’s not so hard.

— Maybe because you’re guiding me so well — he admitted, a genuine smile on his face.

The two of you moved slowly around the kitchen, the sounds of the music and your laughter filling the space. Ominis could catch the faint scent of dish soap mixed with the subtle fragrance of your perfume.

— Do you realize how different this is from anything I’ve ever experienced? — he asked softly.

— Different how?

— In my family… happiness isn’t exactly encouraged. Moments like this… they’re rare. — His voice carried a hint of melancholy, but there was gratitude there, too. — Thank you for giving me this.

You stopped moving but kept your hands intertwined with his.

— Ominis… you deserve to be happy.

He felt his heart race, the closeness between you making the air feel almost tangible. Your fingers still held his, but now, he could sense that you were even closer.

It was in that moment that he gathered his courage.

Without overthinking, Ominis took a small step forward, leaning slightly toward the sound of your breath. His heart pounded, but when his lips finally met yours, everything seemed to fall into place.

The kiss was sweet, shy, and full of unspoken emotions. There was no urgency, just a genuine connection, as if the entire world had disappeared and only this moment remained.

When you pulled apart, he let out a soft, nervous laugh.

— I… I hope that was… appropriate.

You smiled, gently touching his face.

— It was perfect.

He didn’t need to see you to know you were smiling. He could hear it in your voice, feel it in every word, every gesture. And for the first time in a long time, Ominis Gaunt allowed himself to believe that he could be loved.

[strayflowersstarsandlove]

Horror nights (hanjisung)

PART 2

Something in him must have clicked so strongly in seeing you so emotionally invested cause he starts to press little fluttery kisses on your cheek every now and then, this probably being his way to reassure you and comfort you the best he can. And it's making you loosing it all over again.

You two were no strangers to cheek kisses, he loved giving and receiving kisses so this was usual for the both of you but lately it had been impacting you so differently you tried to keep your giving share to the the bare minimum and right this moment you were just so grateful the room was dark cause you knew you were as red as a tomato and you were definitely sweating a little too from all the internal commotion you were experiencing.

You feel his lips attaching to your skin once more, his breath ventilating your face, and your heartbeat, that had only just recently slowed down, now wildly picking up pace again. "Your skin is warm", he hums, so softly you barely catch his words, he's leaning in at another angle as you turn your head in a split second and he kisses your cheek again, so close to the corner of your mouth your brain goes blank.

And then his lips are on yours. You shiver. You physically tremble as you feel his hand reaching up to your face and cupping your cheek, his mouth parting just as you do the same. It's so so quick but intense your head starts spinning a little. Next thing you know you're both staring at each other with wide eyes and ear to ear smiles, the movie completely forgotten, everyone around you completely vanished from your pheriphery.

Han chuckles, his chest heaving as his pretty pretty eyes look into yours so intently, "I- I can't believe you just let me do that?!", he half whispers, "was I not supposed to?", you reply in gleeful disbelief, "are you serious right now? Do you know how fucking long I've wanted to do that for?", you blink in utter shock, a goofy smile etching on your lips just long enough for him to kiss it off your face again, smiling himself into the kiss, "shit",he giggles, and you try to shush him by flattening your hand right on his mouth, repressing your own giggles, trying to keep yourself together from the happiness that's just about to make you burst out of your skin, "date me? Please date me", he asks, though his question comes out as more of a statement to which you can only enthusiastically nod.

"SHE SAID YES" Han suddenly shouts, making everyone around you turn to you with either annoyed or shocked expressions on their faces, Jeongin and Chan looking startled as they jolt awake, "SHE SAID YES TO GOING ON A DATE WITH ME. PROBABLY MULTIPLE DATES. TO BEING MY FUTURE GIRLFRIEND IF GOODNESS ALLOWS", he shouts once again, leaping from the couch and standing in the middle of the room, dancing and bowing to everyone cheering and shouting, "yeeeeeah", "FINALLY" - "took you guys long enough!", "YOU GO HAN-AH, "oh thank fuck you'll finally get a room from now on".

[bleachbyatch-blog]

A royal pain

Romantasy AU. PWP sorta. F!reader (Y/n) in an arranged engagement with Prince!Geto. Noble!Gojo screws everything up, in a good way. (Y/n) is slightly bratty.

word count: 3.6k

CW: dubcon bordering on noncon (Geto is entitled and mean), virginity taking, unprotected p in v, creampie, oral (f and m receiving), squirting, technical cheating, dirty-ish talk (Gojo is obnoxious), pet names (good girl, pretty girl), brief geto x gojo, exhibitionism

NSFW. MDNI. 18+

Your betrothed had never really warmed up to you. No matter how many times over the years you were forced to meet Geto Suguru, the first prince of the kingdom, he remained distant. Despite his chilly attitude and calculating eyes, you held on to the prospect of being happy as his wife someday. 

But it seemed like every time you started to make some progress with Geto, somebody interfered and that somebody was almost always Gojo Satoru. He was the Archduke’s son and Geto’s best friend. He had a habit of teasing you, mercilessly undermining your relationship with Geto. You were not looking forward to the social season, especially when you realized Gojo would be staying in the capital to attend all the balls and no doubt hoard Geto away all to himself. You just hoped that he would finally stop picking on you so relentlessly now that you were all grown up. 

“No one asks me to dance anymore.” You whined watching fashionable women swirl their skirts around the dance floor while their dance partners took them in with appreciative eyes. 

“I’m sure it’s because they don’t want to catch the wrath of the crown prince.” Your lady in waiting did her best to console you.

“As if Prince Geto would even notice. He hasn’t looked my way once tonight. He’s too busy trying to outdrink the idiot.” You looked over at the pair laughing congenially over their shared flask. Their cheeks were rosy and they swayed on their feet, just an hour in and they were already tipsy. Gojo caught your heated gaze and sent back an impish wink. Clearly he hadn’t grown out of mocking you. 

“My lady, you shouldn’t say such things in public. What if somebody were to overhear you?”

“I don’t care.” You pouted before leaving the ballroom and the boys behind. 

You found yourself sitting all alone in the cool darkness of one of the parlors. You just couldn’t watch those two have any more fun without you. You were used to being left out, but that didn’t mean you had to like it. So you decided to spend the rest of your night sulking in the darkness. This is probably why Geto doesn’t like me. Because I’m a brat. But then again, so was Gojo and he got along with him just fine. 

The double doors thumped open behind you, sending your heart leaping up into your throat and your pouty thoughts scattering. A broad form appeared in the doorway, long silken hair shining in the moonlight let in by the gauzy curtains. 

“Prince Geto.” You blinked at him in surprise before remembering to rise and curtsy to his highness. “A-are you enjoying the ball?” 

He huffed out a non-committal response that you were used to hearing as he approached you slowly.

You realized his face was flushed, eyes were too bright. That damned Gojo had gotten your fiance drunk. Geto loomed over you, closing you in between the arm of the couch and his body. He had never stood so close to you and his breath, fanning your hot face, was boozy enough to make you feel drunk too. 

“(Y/N).” He addressed you almost affectionately. Your name was so alien on his lips that you couldn’t help but shiver at the sound. 

His fingers danced around the delicate pleats in your dress before yanking them up in big fistfuls around your waist. Your dainty undergarments were lined with bows and lace and they did little to keep your modesty intact. 

“Prince Geto, what are you doing?”we can’t! Not until we’re married.” You panicked and tried to wrench your skirts out of his hands to cover yourself. 

“Last time I checked, you were mine. I’ll do as I please with you.” Before you could continue your protests, Geto had pushed you down so you were sprawling on your back and shoulders, your hips propped up by the cushions of the sofa. Your barely clothed pussy on full display as he spread your thighs painfully wide. “Cute.” He chuckled down at your panties, skimming the laciest bits with the pads of his fingertips, before tearing them clean off with two hooked fingers. 

“Suguru!” You gasped, shame heating your body, starting at your exposed, molten core.  

He undid his silk pants and took out his rock hard sex before running the bulbous tip over your most intimate parts. Schlick. Schlick. Schlick. You were mortified at the runny mess between your legs, now coating Geto’s pulsating tip. He groaned drunkenly, “Look at you, already making a mess on me.” You buried your face in your hands, trying to hide your reaction to his words. A strange mixture of embarrassment and desire brought tears to your eyes. 

His fat cockhead split you open, the tight ring of muscles giving way to him like they were little more than softened butter. He thrust deep inside until his pelvis was flush with yours  before he began a staccato rhythm inside you, breaking you in. His body was heavy and unyielding above you as you reached up to his chest just hoping to find some purchase to ground you. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to destroy this tiny virgin cunt.” He growled, his teeth finding the fleshy part of your shoulder. You cried out in pain as his canines tore through the softness of your skin and tears redoubled in your eyes. The weight of his cock inside you was breathtaking. 

He straightened up, never faltering from his punishing pace, and placed a large hand down hard on your stomach like he meant to flatten you. It added a new sensation into the mix. A fullness filled your abdomen as he pummeled his way deeper into you. Every thrust had you convinced that you were going to burst.

“Su-u-gu.” You let his nickname slip, one that only Gojo was allowed to call him. “Stop! I-I’m going to-” Your heart stuttered in your chest, thumping its painful rhythm down to where the two of you were connected. Your world grew hazy as you started to spasm around his thick cock. You erupted in a fountain of juices, soaking your petticoat as well as Geto’s lean legs and torso. Sloppy sounds filled the space as Geto used your slickness to propel himself faster, harder. His hips stuttered before he released white hot spurts deep inside you until you were so full you swore you could feel his seed in your belly. 

Your insides felt bruised when he finally slid out of you, his cum leaking out to mix with your own. He used the softest layer of your dress to wipe himself clean, but you were too far gone to protest. Your hair had slipped out of its pins and stuck to your damp forehead in places. Your heavy skirts were stained and rumpled and your panties were an unsalvageable little scrap at your feet.  

“You’re an absolute mess.” Geto chuckled without sympathy. He still looked immaculate, not a hair out of place. His clothes had survived the worst of it, the only evidence was a small patch of wetness on his pants as he buttoned them back up. “You should probably do something about that before you head back to the party.” Your thoughts were still so disordered that all you could do was glare at him as he retreated from the room, not bothering to shut the doors behind him. 

Geto had finally given you an indication of how he felt about you. You had always known him to be cold, but you never would have guessed how cruel and bestial he would be when he took you for the first time. You couldn’t believe the nerve of that man, prince or not, you would not be treated that way again. It was time for you to give him a piece of your mind. You collected yourself enough to follow him out into the winding hallways of the palace. He’d had quite the head-start and you weren’t sure you’d be able to find him. After a few minutes of what felt like a wild goose chase, your anger started to wane and your embarrassment returned. What on earth would you even say to him if you caught up? With a defeated sigh, you slumped against the wall. 

A soft sound floated to you from deeper down the corridor. You perked up your ears, eager to hear more. You followed the noises, they were coming from a shaft of moonlight; You stopped dead in your tracks before it could illuminate you too. Pushed up against the wall, head thrown back against the tapestries, was Geto. And down on his knees in front of him was Gojo. That good for nothing mouth of his working over your fiance’s cock, but it was clear to you from the way Geto’s cock hardened, Gojo’s mouth wasn’t good for nothing after all. He bobbed his head and gulped at the shaft greedily, eliciting moans from Geto that were totally different from the ones he’d shared with you. They were soft, whiney even. 

You stood there, concealed in the dark, Geto’s cum still running down your legs and forming a pool on the stone floor. 

What the hell was happening? You couldn’t bring yourself to look away from the pair of men, your fiance and your tormenter. Geto’s hands came to rest on either side of Gojo’s face so he could rut up into it at a more desperate angle. He was absolutely feral, clearly not satisfied by your own warm hole, he was using Gojo’s mouth as a fucktoy. Clearly he’d never heard of a refractory period. 

Gojo braced his hands against the prince’s thighs, taking him even deeper down his throat, his teeth brushing the shaft lightly until Geto was crying out loudly, the party-goers be damned. Hot white seed shot out to fill Gojo’s mouth to the brim until it was leaking out, down his chin and onto his clothed chest. You couldn’t believe that Geto had anymore cum to give after breeding so much into you, But he pumped more and more into his best friend and Gojo struggled to swallow it all down, gurgling with each ruthless thrust into his throat. 

Once Geto had returned down to earth, he slid himself out of Gojo’s panting mouth and patted his cum soaked face patronizingly. He left the disheveled man kneeling on the floor alone in the hallway. You watched his profile as he caught his breath and wiped the stickiness off his face as best he could with his sleeve. He rose after a few moments, and turned in your direction. Your heart hammered in your chest. The last thing you wanted was to be caught by Gojo, especially after what you just witnessed him do with his mouth. You rushed back the way you came as silently and swiftly as your wobbly legs would allow and didn’t look back.

***

The next morning, you did your best to avoid both Geto and Gojo. You didn’t trust yourself to act normally after everything that happened the night before. 

You wandered down the less trafficked halls and hid out in places they would never be. The greenhouse, the women’s room, the library. You found a lazy patch of sunshine filtering in through a great stained glass window between the rows of shelves deep in the library. It was the perfect place to spend the day without fear of interruption. You tucked yourself into the reading nook with a stack of books and tried not to let your mind wander to the two men. 

“Have you seen a copy of The History of the Empire?” A voice broke your intense concentration and you snapped your head up to see Gojo, ringed by the golden light from the window, gazing up and down the length of shelves. “I’ve been looking for it everywhere.” Damn his hide. You should have known there would be no place in the palace where he wouldn’t be able to track you down.

“You’re in the poetry section.” You narrowed your eyes at him, not buying into his bullshit one bit. 

“Ahhh. Explains why I can’t find it.” He smiled brightly, eating up your suspicion like it was his favorite pastime. 

“I wasn’t aware you could read.” Your sour mood only fueled his playful one more.

“Oh, it’s not for me. It’s for Sugu.” Sugu. There he went with that affectionate nickname again. You couldn’t help but think about their lewd rendezvous in the hallway, out in the open for anyone to stumble upon. 

 “Have you been seducing the prince this whole time?” You blurted out rashly before you could think better of it.

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t play dumb with me Gojo. I saw the two of you last night…in the hall.” His eyes widened in shock.

“You were spying on us? What a naughty girl. What exactly did you see?” 

“I-I…I guess I’m not sure.” Noble ladies were often sheltered and you were no different. You had no words for what you saw.

“Describe it to me.” His voice was husky as he drew uncomfortably near you. 

“Stop teasing me.” You pushed him away angrily.

“I’m not teasing. Describe it to me.” He insisted, fingers bruising into the boning of your corset, tongue lashing out to lick at his lips hungrily. 

“You w-were down on your knees. And Geto was…exposed.” Your body was alight with embarrassment, having to talk about such dirty deeds while in such close proximity to the mouth that performed them. 

“What was exposed?” 

“His manhood.” You squeaked out.

“You mean his cock. Then what?” He urged you to continue while his hands roamed up the lacing of your corset. 

“You-you put your mouth on him.” You tried to make it sound like an accusation, but your words came out too whiny. You were trapped on all sides, between the bookshelves, the window, and now Gojo’s looming body.  You were letting him tease you again. You’d almost made it too easy for him. “You seduced him.” Was all you could say, again, your lip trembling in frustration. He chuckled at you, but it wasn’t the obnoxious sound you were used to. It was almost giddy sounding, like he was glad he’d been caught by you. 

“To be perfectly honest, I don’t have any real interest in Suguru. The only reason I sucked him off was because I knew he’d just been buried in you.”

“Excuse me?” You blinked at him dumbfoundedly. 

“You heard me. I wanted to taste you, and I figured that might be my only chance.” There wasn’t an ounce of shame in him. 

“Me? Why?” 

“You really are dense.” He shook his head. “Didn’t you ever wonder why I always did my damndest to keep you away from Suguru, to mock you in front of him?”

“Of course I did. I figured you wanted to keep him all to yourself.”

“No, you little dummy.” He flicked your forehead. “I thought that he would eventually drop you if I could convince him you were nothing but a silly brat.” 

“You’ve always been mean, but I didn’t realize that you were so cruel.” Tears pricked at your eyes and your throat tightened sorely. 

“Oh, pretty girl, I didn’t do it to be cruel.” He cooed down at you, though he never abandoned his teasing tone. “I did it because I wanted you for myself.”

“What?”  

“Before your engagement to Sugu was decided, your best marriage prospect was me.  Our fathers had an agreement that promised you to me before you were even born. But the first time Suguru saw you, he wanted you. And the prince gets what he wants.”

“I don’t believe you.” 

“Then I guess I’ll have to do my best to convince you some other way.” He said before he pressed his lips to yours. It was a heated kiss, and your first. Suguru hadn’t bothered. You grew dizzy, not trusting yourself to breathe for fear of shattering the moment. You never could have imagined enjoying a kiss from Gojo, but he was delicious. His lips were soft but purposeful, as they parted yours, his tongue turning you into something delirious that wanted more. So much more. Without telling them to, your fingers threaded through his hair, pulling him down on top of you as you fell back onto the cushioned bench. 

“I wasn’t expecting you to cave so willingly.” 

“Shut up.” You said harshly before bringing his face back down to yours. You kissed him until your mind was fuzzy around the edges and your lips were chapped. He straddled you, your skirts riding up as your bodies writhed together. He took advantage, pawing them up and out of his way. 

There you were, spread out for the second time in less than 24 hours, under a different man. The man you’d loathed for over a decade. The one who you were so sure would ruin your engagement. And he probably still would, but this time you didn’t care. 

He pecked your lips once more before lowering himself down past your hips, his breath hot over the silkiness of your underthings. He pushed your panties to the side, revealing your feverishly throbbing cunt dripping in anticipation.

“What are you doing?!” You panicked as he descended on you with his mouth. 

“I’m going to make you feel good.” He said confused. “Wait a second…Suguru didn’t do this with you?” You shook your head frantically. “Selfish prick.” He muttered under his breath before diving back between your legs. Your whole body jolted as his tongue traveled up your slit to find a sensitive patch near the apex. 

“Oh!” You cried out into the hushed library as Gojo put his mouth to work, the golden light from the window limning his delicate lashes as they fluttered in satisfaction.

“As much as I enjoyed tasting you on Sugu’s cock, doesn’t compare to the real thing.” He groaned, tongue slippery on your folds as he coaxed you toward your pleasure. He lapped at you with enthusiasm, his eyes bright as he watched you squirm, not away, but toward his face. “There’s a good girl. Just let me love you.” And it was like all the feelings he’d been holding back for years came flooding out as he worshiped you, lavished your sensitive spot until your legs were shaking around his head. You announced your orgasm with a series of loud choking gasps, the quiet around you swallowed them. You hoped to god that the two of you were alone, but not enough to stop him from sucking you to your peak of ecstasy where stars bloomed across your vision and tremors wracked your entire body. A glossy stream of your release bathed Gojo’s face in a sticky mess, and he moaned out his appreciation, drinking you in like you were honey.  

“Damn, I’m good.” He grinned, beyond proud of himself as he propped himself up on his elbows. 

“Stop talking and take off your pants.” You demanded, not certain where you found your confidence. You rose to your knees and shucked off your panties while Gojo obediently removed all of his clothing. 

Gojo unveiled his massive length to you. The head pulsed rhythmically in time with his racing heartbeat. 

“Like what you see?” He smirked lazily. “I am a little bit bigger than Suguru, you know.” You didn’t want to feed his ego, but you couldn’t help but marvel at the naked sight of him- All toned muscle and long limbs under perfect unblemished skin.  

He spit a long stream down onto his member, and pumped it over himself filthily. Not that he would need the extra wetness, your gushing pussy had that covered. 

He lined up his aching cock at your plushness and groaned as your warmth enveloped him welcomely. He pushed in all the way until he was out of room, bumping your cervix. You cried out in surprise and he shushed you softly. “Sorry, pretty girl. Told you I was big.” 

“Keep going.” You ignored the pain, waiting for the pleasure you knew would soon follow. He rolled his hips into you, slowly at first, experimentally feeling you clench around him before he found a tempo that had you arching up into him. The veins of his shaft skimmed your insides, making them ripple with a delectable sensation. 

“Feels good?” He huffed.

“Y-yes…yes!” That was all the encouragement he needed to lose himself in the feeling of you. He rutted up into you like an animal, the friction of his dick on your messy walls was more than either of you could bear for long without shattering or exploding or simply winking out of existence. All you could do was chase down your high and hope that it wasn’t the last time the two of you would feel that way together.  

Before long, he pumped his creamy cum deep into your womb, so pussy-drunk that he couldn’t be bothered by the consequences. You shuddered around him, your ruined hole milking him gratefully as you came a second time. Your breaths mingled as the two of your rode out your pleasure together during the last fucked-out tender thrusts.  

You were boneless and heavy, more so with Gojo’s body pressed on top of yours. Sleep threatened to take you after being so thoroughly built up and destroyed by Gojo’s revelations, emotional and physical. But before you could drift off, Gojo’s voice brought you back down to reality. 

“So, (Y/N).” He said in his most mischievous voice, lifting his forehead from yours. “Care to tell his highness which one of us is better at fucking you?” He shifted from his position on top of you, revealing your unhappy looking fiance leaning against the bookshelves nearest you with his arms crossed over his chest. 

“Well, let’s hear it.” Geto agreed dangerously. You gulped audibly, fumbling for any answer that could save you from the prince’s wrath. 

[cringemesstickles]

Cat? What cat?

Summary: Jonah and Adam left the house, but Adam is frustrated about not knowing what’s in the basement.

Pairing: none

Word Count: 1,241

A/N: Finally finished one of my tmc fics!!! There are two or three little jokes in this one because I’m hilarious. Anyway, Adam totally didn’t go into the basement and I have no idea what you’re talking about.

Also, I did write the ridiculous line I was talking about… so have fun looking for it lmao

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Adam and Jonah stepped into their shared apartment after a long drive from the supposedly haunted house.

It took a lot of convincing to get Adam to come back to the car, but when he did come back, Jonah was more than relieved, even if Adam did pout for nearly the whole car ride.

The blonde flopped down on the couch with a huff, pout still glued to his expression.

Jonah, with hair more silver than silver, sat down next to him.

"I'm really happy you decided to come back with me, man." He said sincerely, patting Adam on the back. “I don't know what I would've done with myself if I had left you there."

The blonde nodded, avoiding eye contact.

“Yeah, I know… but I still wanna know what was in that damn basement… you should’ve heard it, dude, it’s like it was calling out to me!…" He groaned and buried his face in his hands, his frustration more prominent the longer he dwelled.

"I get it, man... but you can't mope about it forever."

Adam turned to glare at him.

"I can and I will, thank you very much.” He declared stubbornly with crossed arms. "Nothing can stop my pity party."

This gave Jonah an idea…

"Oh really? Are you sure? You know… I bet I can make you smile.” He said with a cheeky grin, one that typically spelled trouble.

The blue eyed boy furrowed his brows with confusion before scoffing, trying to appear unfazed.

“No fucking shot, Jonah. I’m gonna be pissed for as long as I want.”

This only made Jonah’s grin widen, a mischievous sparkle dancing in his eyes “That's a pretty bold claim for someone as ticklish as you." He smirked and watched Adam's eyes widen.

"D-Don't you fucking dare...” Adam warned, narrowing his icy blue eyes.

Jonah chuckled and swiftly leaped at the blonde, pinning him to the couch.

"Okay Adam… give me one good reason not to tickle you right now." He grinned and wiggled his fingers in the air, knowing that always got to Adam.

Adam's eyes widened and he crawled to the other end of the couch to get away from his mischievous friend.

“B-Because if you do, I’ll k-kill you!”

Jonah knew that was an empty threat, and he gave an amused snicker.

“Yeah, right! If you killed me, who would pull your dumbass out of stupid situations?!”

The blonde growled, though it wasn’t very threatening.

“S-Shut up! Get away!”

But it was no use.

Jonah knew what he wanted and he wasn’t gonna stop until he got it… and what he wanted was for Adam to forget all about that stupid basement!

And smile, of course.

With no further hesitation, Jonah struck, going straight for his friend’s ribs, wiggling his fingers sporadically across the tender spot.

This resulted in a girlish squeal that Adam would frankly like to forget ever happened.

“EEK- J-JONAH, YOU AHAHASS! STOP IHIHIHIT!” Yelled Adam, squirming helplessly under his friend’s playful assault.

The pleasant sounds only encouraged the sly attacker and he let out a snicker of his own.

“Nope! I’m gonna tickle you until you’re laughing so hard, you won’t even remember what a cat is!”

Adam tried to produce a threatening growl, but his vocal chords wouldn’t allow it, too busy producing the mirthful, boisterous laughter.

He moved like a worm on a hook, wiggling every which way; but no matter where he went, Jonah’s skilled fingers followed, merciless in their pursuit.

Said skilled fingers skittered up and down Adam’s sides, making him shriek and guffaw.

“NOHOHO, N-NOT THERE- GAHAHAH!”

The silver haired boy ignored his friend’s pleas, giggling and adding a couple playful pinches.

“Why not? Does it tickleeee?~”

Adam’s cheeks carried a rosy red hue, Jonah’s teasing tone flustering him to his core.

“S-SHUT UP! YOU FUCKING SUHUHUHUCK!”

Jonah gasped, pulling his hands away to place them dramatically on his chest.

“I suck?! I saved your ass, thank you very much!” He poked his friend in the stomach, causing him to squeak.

Both boys took this squeak very differently.

Adam, eyes as wide as dinner plates, slapped his hands over his mouth, his already flushed face taking on a whole new shade of red.

As for Jonah… his eyes were just as wide, his hand freezing in its place as he processed the girly noise his best friend had just made.

This bewildered expression was quickly replaced with a devilish smirk and he gave Adam’s stomach another poke, eliciting another childish squeak, much to Adam’s embarrassment…

“Adam… what was that?” Jonah asked, already knowing the answer.

Adam’s response was a hardly one at all.

“Uh- well- um…”

Jonah was heavily amused… he’d never seen Adam look so flustered.

“Adaaaam~” he sang, letting his hands hover just above the blonde’s stomach, watching for his reaction.

Adam’s squirming ramped up, flailing to try and avoid the attack.

“Jonah, d-don’t you fucking dare!”

“Oh, I think I will!”

With that, he snuck his hands under the fabric of Adam’s hoodie, digging into the soft flesh underneath.

Adam burst into shrill, boyish laughter, squealing and kicking his legs.

“NAHAHAH- JONAHAHAH!” He squawked, weakly shoving at the offending hands.

Jonah giggled with delight, finding the frantic reactions quite adorable.

“What’s wrong? Too ticklish? Hehe~”

Adam was, indeed, too ticklish.

He bucked his hips and shook his head, his messy blonde hair becoming even messier.

“J-JONAH, PLEHEHEASE! I CAHAHAN’T!”

Jonah slowed his fingers, giving his friend some momentary reprieve.

“Hmm… I don’t know, Adam… answer this question and I might let you go.” He smirked. “what’s a cat?”

Adam, still catching his breath, blinked with bewilderment.

“What?”

“You heard me! What’s a cat?”

Jonah slowly lifted Adam’s hoodie to reveal the pale skin, causing Adam to squirm more frantically.

“I-It’s an annoying animal with pointy ears that says meow!!!”

The silver haired boy gave a teasing smile.

“You still remember what a cat is?! I guess I have to tickle you even more!”

Before Adam could respond, Jonah bent over and blew a messy raspberry on his friend’s tummy, making him shriek and buck his hips.

After a few playful raspberries, Adam’s laughter was reduced to gasps and wheezes, his cheeks flushed and stained with mirthful tears.

Seeing his best friend couldn’t take anymore, Jonah relented, getting off of Adam and chuckling.

Adam wrapped his arms around his midriff, panting and giggling still, a big, goofy smile on his face.

For a few moments, the room was mostly silent, the only sounds being Adam’s breathy leftover giggles as he tried to catch his breath.

Finally, Jonah spoke up.

“So? How are you feeling?” He asked, an amused smile on his face.

The blonde initially wanted to glare and say something snarky, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

“Actually… much better.” He admitted, sheepishly looking away.

Jonah’s heart filled with pride, glad he was able to cure his friend of his grumpiness.

“I’m glad… now, why don’t we go do something that doesn’t have anything to do with stupid cat alternates?” He laughs, nudging Adam in the shoulder.

Adam laughed back, sitting up and swatting Jonah’s hand away.

“Sounds good to me.”

And so, the rest of their night was full of laughter, ridiculous conversations, and snacks.

And although Adam never figured out what was in that basement, he decided to get over it and move on, because Jonah was right…

He wasn’t invincible.

[cccczhu0609]

Chapter 2

Since that day, I have often felt the urge to go, to find the capitalist named Camellia and Therese. But I was a little afraid. I finally went anyway. But this time I was surprised to find them writing red slogans in the house!

I felt happy that our government had succeeded in educating them, so it seemed even more right that I wanted to hear them read aloud. The capitalist stood outside the table and laid out the red paper, she helped to press the corners with her hands, and then Therese wrote on the inside of the table with a big brush, they wrote a lot, the floor, the bed, all the slogans waiting to dry. Then they came out with a big pile of written red paper, carrying a small bowl of paste and pasted it all over the yard, even the little abandoned shed in the corner.

As they finished putting up the signs and went inside, I quietly hid outside the door, trying to wait to hear them reading. I watched the capitalists enter the inner room, Therese took the bottle to pour water into the basin, a very common and broken basin. I had a better impression of Therese.

I heard their voices flowing into my heart as if they were simple streams of water.

“Neither the intimacy of your look, your brow fair as a feast day, nor the favor of your body, still mysterious, reserved, and childlike, nor what comes to me of your life, settling in words or silence, will be so mysterious a gift as the sight of your sleep, enfolded in the vigil of my arms.”

Somehow by mistake, Therese spotted me hiding in the doorway. I was so fascinated that I somehow managed to stand in the doorway. Therese saw my red armband. She suddenly got up and blocked-in front of the capitalist, pretending to be calm and asking me, "What do you want? How long have you been there?

I didn't know how to explain, my mouth was stupid and I just said dully that it was nice, really, I'd never heard it read so well before. They laughed, so they called me over and read me another passage.

After that I used to go and listen to their reading. We became much closer and they no longer feared me as much as a fighter. And they became more and more sublime in my heart.

They did not treat me as a horrible warrior who would hurt them, nor as a ignorant boy, but as kindly friend with a noble soul like theirs. I was flattered and deeply enchanted by the surprise.

During the revolution, the libraries were sealed and many old and bad foreign books were burned, so there were no more books to be found except those that were helpful in learning the policy guidelines. The names which I couldn't even understand, flew out of their mouths one after the other.  And I, time and again, was shocked, shuddered, choked, died and was reborn under their reading.

Spring brought restlessness. A clamor erupted one day—someone had reported Camellia and Therese for "pursuing a capitalist lifestyle" by reading forbidden poetry. The crowd accused them of spreading foreign ideas, though no physical evidence was found. Instead, they discovered love letters exchanged between the two women.

When I got there, there was already a crowd of people, passing the yellowed papers around while others read the words full of love, one after the other.

When Camellia rushed out and tried to get back the letters, a group of men held her down, kicking and punching her. Therese stood in front of Camellia to protect her, not realizing that this act was a reminder to them that there was a weak woman here who could be bullied by them. They read, cursed and laughed, and someone brought a copper pot to burn the letters. Camellia cried out and begged him not to, but was useless. The letters were thrown into the basin, the fire bright and burning infinitely, leaping and dancing. Camellia tried to save her letters from the firepot, the men laughed and threw in another small pile, and the fire sprang to life. Then Therese rushed over, she stood in front of Camellia with blood in her mouth, shielding Camellia in her arms. She used her own back to shield her lover from the beating. The bright April sun shining behind her, her whole body seemed to glow, she smiled to Camellia and said gently: Camellia, don't be afraid, I am here. Then she collapsed in a tight embrace of Camellia.

There was a sudden moment of silence in the crowd. The people looked at the man with the hammer, and the bright red blood dripped down the hammer to the ground like a red plum in full bloom.

Perhaps death had finally shaken them slightly, and they stopped doing it. Camellia finally let out a long breath and she happily called out to Therese, saying Therese, Therese, it's all over.

I picked up her coat and handed it over, I helped her carry Therese into the house, she kept thanking me, smiling, laughing and asking Therese to thank me, as if she hadn't realized that Therese was no longer there. When Camellia arrived the home, her self-deception was bluntly broken. She fell to her knees under the bed, her hands resting helplessly on the bed as she let out a loud cry while she couldn't stop rubbing her face against Therese's cold hands, imagining that Therese would rub her hair again.

But no more, not anymore.

[obsidianstrawberrymilk]

Assorted Batkid Headcanons

During the middle days of Damian being Dick’s Robin, he was still figuring out how to show affection in a nonviolent way, so he just kept getting Dick fish. His logic was ‘Grayson has issues taking care of himself, so I will get him a pet that even he will find easy to care for’.

As a result Dick has an entire tank of various fish, all named Jim after Jim Gordon.

Dick finds this hilarious. Babs finds this hilarious. She’ll casually mention something ‘Jim’ did in conversation with her dad and watch as he bluescreens.

Tim has the pallet of a five year old. All he likes are exceedingly sugary sweet foods everyone else wants to puke while eating.

As a result, all he drinks are those stupidly sugary energy drinks that leave you seeing god after a few minutes. Is this unhealthy? No, it’s a liquid, therefor water, therefor good - Tim Drake.

Duke has purposefully broken his wrist to see if he would light up like a glowstick before. It didn’t work.

Cass shows her affection through objects, so a Batkid will often walk into their residence to find something like a metal bottle cap or a feather neatly placed on their table, without any security triggered or any other indication anyone was ever here. They all know to treasure these, no matter what they are.

Jason, given he’s built like a tank, will often hold things out of reach from people just to Be An Asshole. He loves it.

Damian used the same method of affection on Steph when she was his Batgirl, but had a bit more faith in her ability to not let something die, so he kept getting her small rodents, like hamsters and rats. She named them all after characters from Supernatural.

Stephanie had a huge Supernatural phase when she was 13 and never really grew out of it. She’s tried out summoning rituals from the show before.

Every single Batkid had a Warriors phase. Every. Single. One.

Dick was SO FUCKING HAPPY when Duke showed up because he finally had a brother who would happily give him a hug without having a panic attack due to TouchFuckery.

Steph has referred to the Batfam as “Furry Touchfucked McNuggets” before. No one questions it because she’s right.

Babs has designated snacks for every occasion. Program Taking Too Long To Load is Cheetos. Bruce Being a Bitchass On the Comms is popcorn. Done With This Bullshit For Good, I Swear is Twix.

Tim’s Notes app on this phone is entirely filled with sleep deprived 4am rants about why Star Trek is the superior franchise. He’s very passionate about it.

One time Bart was bored so decided to raid the pantry and he found Damian crouched on one of the top shelves, hissing like a cat and clutching a box of Weetabix. He took a picture and now it’s the YJ discord group icon.

Not exactly Batfam but the YJ Core Four + Cissie have a discord group chat and Tim’s the mod.

Damian loves Weetabix. Idk if anyone else knows what that is but that shit was my fucking childhood so he loves it.

Duke has tried and is currently trying to unionize all the kid sidekicks. They’re getting there.

Jason’s favorite authors are Mary Shelley and Jane Austen. Pride and Prejudice is his comfort book that he often reads after patrolling as way to wind down. He fucking hates Edgar Allan Poe with a passion for reasons he refuses to explain.

Cass will sometimes teach some dance moves to little kids while on patrol. Sure, she knows it’s not stopping violence, but when she sees another little girl with scars on her palms and wary eyes light up as she twirls in the air and laugh as she leaps, she thinks it’s worth it. More than worth it.

Jason’s found her doing this sometimes. Neither of them say anything.

The Batkids all love Jon. Yeah, move over Damian, don’t keep him all to yourself. They may have their own supers/alien besties, but Jon is just adorable, and they all want to smoosh the cheeks of a kid who won’t attempt to stab them for it. Look, he’s so cute. The day anyone bullies Jon beware, because the entirety of Gotham’s vigilante force will be there to wreak havoc upon you.

[x-childish-x]

HI! it's like 4am here and my miserable ass can't fall asleep so I was on tiktok and the "no kissing trend" came to me and I CANT STOP PICTURING A SCENE WITH ANAKIN AND READER DOING IT !!!!!! like please can you write it? I'd jump to the moon out of happiness to read something like this. Maybe they're even having an argument about something and it gets really heated and their faces are so close you cant even put a paper between them. Or it could be an au where someone dares them to do the trend idk what comes easier to you. just saw this with lots of sexual tension and possible smut with nsfw prompt 31? I am also on my obi-wan feelings, so if you cant write it for ani it's ok if you want it to be obi. thank you I appreciate your writing so much and your blog was the first one that came to mind when I thought about requesting. I need to say your writing makes me want more and more. I love it so much and it's never enough 😭

Stupid, Stupid, Stupid

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x fem!reader

Fandom: Star Wars

Warnings: ANGST, arguing, fighting, anger

Word Count: 589

A/N: Hello love! Thank you so so much for this request, what a hot idea 🥵 I really hope you enjoy this, and that it's what you wanted. I'm totally down to do other versions of this (AUs, Obi-Wan, etc.) if that's what you would like! I'm sorry it took me so long to get it out and I'm also sorry but I chose to keep it PG without the NSFW, but I could of course do another with NSFW if you would like. Feedback is always welcome and encouraged! Thank you for all the love and support! You're truly too sweet.

Summary: While in the middle of a heated argument with Anakin, you try to refrain from kissing him.

(gif not mine!)

"How could you be so reckless!?"

"I'm reckless?!" You snapped at Anakin, leaping up from the chair you'd been sitting in, trying to maintain your composure, "You're the one consistently disobeying all orders, throwing yourself right into the heat of battle without so much as a thought of how it would affect me!"

"Why do you think I'm doing this," Anakin yelled, getting dangerously close to you, your body's grazing, "I'm fighting this way so the war will end sooner so this galaxy will be safer for you!"

"For me!?" You laughed darkly, stepping impossibly closer, "You're fighting recklessly! The only thing you're going to do is get yourself killed, Anakin! And I can't lose you! If I lost you, then I'd be losing everything!"

The tension was thick enough in the air that you could practically grab a handful of it if you reached out. Your breaths fanned across each other's faces as your lips grazed against one another's. A dark, menacing look swam in your eyes, matching Anakin's as you both fought to keep your eyes from falling to each other's lips.

You couldn't kiss him. There was absolutely no way you would kiss him right now, in the middle of a fight like this. Sure, Anakin and you bickered often, but rarely did it ever ascend to screaming at one another.

But oh god, did you want to kiss him.

You wanted to grab his stupid face and kiss his stupid lips and tell him how incredibly stupid he was in battle. Tell him about the distance between what you felt and what you wanted to say was absolutely unbridgeable, and you just couldn't properly express how terrified you were to lose him.

So you simply stood chest to chest, heaving and radiating anger off and onto one another as your lips tempted each of you for a lethal dance of tango.

"I'd be lost without you too," Anakin finally whispered, "But I'd sacrifice everything if it meant keeping you safe."

"No!" You cried, tears cascading down your cheeks, "Can't you understand that without you, there is no me!"

Before you could utter anything else, Anakin grasped your hips, pulling you flush against his body and finally connecting your lips. Your hands quickly flew up to his neck, tangling into the hair there as you desperately kissed Anakin. Your lips molded and crashed as if it would be the last time that you ever kissed as if he was providing you your entire life but would soon be leaving. And in a sense, that was true, but neither of you knew it yet.

You both separated, gasping for air as Anakin kissed down your jaw and to your collarbone, "You're stupid. So, so stupid."

"I know," Anakin mumbled, attacking your neck in a way that you knew would leave marks.

You leaned your head back to allow Anakin more access as you tugged his hair softly, pulling a moan from his lips, "Stupid boy, stupid battling. Stupid, stupid, stupid."

"Stupid, stupid, stupid," Anakin repeatedly mindlessly as he came back to your lips.

Your lips met once more, and it was as if you were finally breathing the freshest air that the Maker could provide. Both of you knew that this argument wouldn't be able to disappear, that it would have to be readdressed soon. But at that exact moment, neither of you had any mind to change your current situation. The tension was still high from your argument, and you were determined to kiss it out.

General taglist: @nowthisisdark @techssexythighs

[queen-haq]

Fic: A Woman Scorned - Part 1

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Words: ~2200 words.

Summary: You’ve been sleeping with Billy Russo for a few months now. Knowing his aversion to any kind of emotional commitments, you’re satisfied with your clandestine arrangement until you catch him having dinner with Dinah Madani one night. Then it finally dawns on you. It’s not that he doesn’t want to commit, he just doesn’t want to commit to *you*. 

Billy may think he knows you, but he has no idea what he’s just lost...

~~~~~~

You met Billy Russo at an industry conference two years ago. While you didn’t know much about military security at that time, your specialty was online security and both of you ended up attending a lot of the same events. He was the most beautiful man you’d ever seen, magnetic and a total flirt, and it was obvious he was aware of his good looks and used it to his benefit. You didn’t sleep with him during the conference. Something told you his dance card was already full every night. So, instead, you exchanged contact information and left it at that.

 A year later you were hired as a consultant for one of Anvil’s direct competitors and moved to New York City. When Billy called you to meet for drinks, you knew exactly what he was up to. You were no fool. He wanted information on your employer and thought he could charm you into spilling secrets. You told him it wouldn’t work over a second drink, and he simply laughed.

 You didn’t fuck him until a month later. The official reason for the delay was conflicting schedules but mostly it was due to insecurity on your part. To the outside world you were attractive in the kind of way that snuck up on people. You weren’t the type to turn heads, like Billy was, and your fucked up childhood had ensured you didn’t let anyone in easily. It wasn’t until a pep talk from your best friend, Davina, about enjoying Billy Russo for what he was – a fun time and nothing more - did you finally decide to take the leap.

 Fucking Billy had been unlike anything you’d experienced before. You’d had sex before of course, but not the kind of sex that made you lose all of your inhibitions and scream and come for hours. Billy knew how to coax you out of your shell and demand things from him you’d never even knew you wanted. You fucked him in your apartment, his penthouse, the underground parking lot, in his car and that was all within the first week. He had opened up a whole new world for you and you were willing to try anything and do anything he wanted. After that first night together, all the walls you’d built around your heart collapsed. Your best friend warned you repeatedly that great sex made people confuse lust for love, that she was worried you were falling for Billy, but you told her you were an adult and could handle yourself.

 Of course that had been bullshit.

 It had been been almost a year now since you and Billy were sleeping together and you had no idea where you stood with him. You didn’t even know if he was fucking other women, though a part of you suspected he was. If he was with you two nights a week that left five other nights to be with someone else. It clawed at you, knowing you weren’t enough for him. It heightened all of your insecurities, made you believe that you were worthless and ugly just like your abusive father used to scream at you. Of course you’d never tell Billy that. The minute he suspected you were getting attached to him emotionally he’d bolt, he’d already warned you of that. So you kept your thoughts to yourself and let your pain eat away at your insides when he wasn’t with you.

 At least that had been the plan until you saw him on a date with Madani.

 You were at a restaurant with some of your coworkers, enjoying happy hour, when you got up to use the bathroom and spotted Billy sitting in the other corner of the room. The breath rushed out of your lungs, your knees felt weak. They were enraptured with each other, legs intertwined, heads close, a true couple. You knew who she was because he’d let it slip he’d been working with Homeland on something and, you being you, you’d looked her up. Her pictures didn’t do her justice, because she was stunning. And exactly the type of woman Billy would be proud to be seen with.

 After you and Billy started sleeping together, Billy rarely took you out. Sure you guys would go to some hole-in-the-wall places or fast food joints but never to fine restaurants, not like this one. You never complained because why waste time when you could be busy fucking his brains out? Except now that you saw him and Madani sitting only a few feet away from you, and he was proudly holding her hand and being openly affectionate, you realized it had all been by design. He never took you out because he was ashamed of you. If you had been prettier, thinner, sexier, taller – anything but what you already are – he’d want you as more than a fuck buddy. He’d want you as his girlfriend.

 It was a bitter pill to swallow but at least now you knew the truth and that meant you were back in control of your life.

 As much as it hurt, it felt good to know you were the ones making decisions about your future again and they didn’t revolve around Billy. No longer would you be obsessing over what he wanted, what he was doing, if he’d like a certain thing on you or not, if he was fucking someone else or not. You wouldn’t spend hours researching Billy like you did in the past and finding out things about him that he never knew you knew. No, now you were finally free.

 And it was time to move on.

 Tonight was the night of the fundraising gala. Your company had purchased a table and the CEO of your company had personally extended an invite for you to attend. Based on a conversation you had with Billy three weeks ago, you knew he would also be attending to represent Anvil. When you’d first broached the subject you’d hoped he’d asked you to attend as his date – but he hadn’t. At the time you’d reassured herself the reasons were practical. It would be weird for Billy to be sitting at a competitor’s table (if he went with you) and you would risk offending your boss if you sat at Billy’s. But now you knew the truth.

 So, tonight, you were dressed to the nines in a curve-hugging gold dress with a plunging neckline which emphasized all of your assets. Your heels, which cost more than the dress itself, were over five inches high and made you feel like an Amazonian goddess when you sauntered in them.

 When you walked into the ballroom with Davina in your arms that night, you felt confident in a way you hadn’t in a long time.

 The thing about you that a lot of people didn’t know was that you were fucking fantastic at owning a room – despite your insecurities. You may not be beautiful but you were charming. You were really great at getting strangers to open up, people were drawn to you. It was one of the reasons your CEO promoted you so quickly after a few months. Your job, initially at least, was meant to be a technical role but when you were invited to a party with potential clients you had schmoozed them so easily they had signed the contract within the week. And then you had impressed them with your actual technical skills which only cemented their positive impression of you.

 So, yeah, you were in your element and you were ready to charm.

 “What table are we?” Davina asked.

 “14,” you said. Of course your eyes were automatically drawn to Anvil’s table on the seating chart. 157. A safe distance from your table, which meant there was a good chance you two wouldn’t even be crossing paths in the grand ballroom. You didn’t know whether to be overjoyed or disappointed.

 A while later you were circulating around the north bar, chatting up with some potential clients that your boss had wanted you to pay particular attention to when you saw Dinah Madani. She was in one of those slinky, maroon satin dresses, her hair up, and you felt that surge of jealousy go through you again. She was probably here as Billy’s guest considering this wasn’t the kind of events Homeland agents typically attended.

 “Y/N!” You turned to find your boss waving you towards him.

 Glad for the distraction, you picked up two glasses of champagne from a nearby server and headed towards him, handing him his drink. Your boss was chatting to a group of people you vaguely recognized, but the smile on your face stiffened when you spotted Billy amongst them.

 Fuck. He looked good in a tux. His hair was slicked back, and you were struck with the sharp memory of fucking him in his car one night with your fingers roughly fisting his hair. God, you loved his hair, loved running your fingers through the silky strands.

 Billy’s eyebrow quirked up when he saw you and you wondered what he thought of you so dressed up. No. It didn’t matter what he thought of you. Fuck him, you reminded yourself.

 “Y/N is our new Executive Director,” your boss said, introducing you to the group. “Her division has shown a significant growth ever since she joined Valiant.”

 You smiled, shaking hands with everyone. When it was Billy’s turn, you reached out to clasp his hand, not betraying any emotion even though you felt an immediate charge upon touching him. He gave you an amused smile, like he was enjoying the charade.

 “Nice to meet you all,” you said. “And don’t listen to Roger. Valiant was doing fine on its own.”

 “But Y/N has definitely changed the way we do some of our regular operations. I didn’t realize how archaic this industry’s systems and processes were until she came along.”

 “Sounds like I may need to poach Y/N from Valiant,” Billy said with a smug smile, his eyes fixed on you.

 “Anvil couldn’t afford me,” you reciprocated with equal smugness.

 Roger laughed, patting your arm. “We’re not giving her up without a fight.”

 “Clearly,” Billy replied.

 The expression on Billy’s face was new to you, you had no idea what he was thinking but you also didn’t want to waste any more of your time obsessing over him.

 Roger leaned in closer, lowering his voice so others wouldn’t hear him. “Table 35. Those were the clients I told you about.” As you glanced over to the table he mentioned, your eyes met Billy’s. He was watching you intently, still with the unreadable mask on his face.

 Ignoring Billy, you flashed a confident smile up at Roger. “Don’t worry about it. It’s taken care of.”

 You turned back to the group, your gaze skipping past Billy’s. “It was a pleasure to meet you all. I hope you have a great evening.” Bidding everyone goodbye, you headed to Table 35.

 ***

An hour later you were on the terrace, enjoying the cold, crisp New York air that rattled your bone. You were exhausted. Networking took a lot out of you and now you just wanted to go home and soak in the tub. Davina, a natural extrovert, was still in the ballroom, flirting and socializing but you needed a few minutes of privacy so you had snuck outside to compose yourself.

 “Congratulations on the promotion.”

 Your jaw clenched as soon as you heard Billy’s voice from behind you. You turned around to look at him as he swaggered forward, closing the distance between the two of you.

 “You never told me,” he remarked.

 You shrugged your shoulders. “We didn’t tell each other a lot of things.”

 “I get the distinct feeling you’re pissed at me but I don’t know why. Care to fill me in?”

 “What reason would I have to be pissed at you?”

 “You tell me. I’ve called you-”

 “You’ve never called me,” you interjected.

 “Fine. Texted. Whatever.” Billy took a step closer, forcing you to look up at him. Even in your fucking stilettos, he towered over you. “You’ve been avoiding me for two weeks now. Why the ghosting?”

 “I just think it’s time I move on.”

 Oh, Billy didn’t like that. His eyes grew darker, so dark they were almost pitch-black. “Really? You’ve got the next one lined up already?”

 As much as you wanted to believe he was jealous, you knew that wasn’t the case. “We both know you don’t give a fuck about me so drop the fake jealousy bit.” You tried to walk past him but he grabbed your arm and pulled you close. You felt his angry breath skim over your skin as he glared down at you. “Let me go, Billy.”

 “Why?” he snarled. “So you can go fuck Roger?”

 “You really expect me to believe you’re jealous of me seeing someone else?” you snapped back. “Or is it because it’s Roger? He’s more successful than you, he’s your competitor, his company has been taking all the contracts you’ve been fighting for and now he’s got you beat in the one area you thought you excelled at. Fucking.” You angled forward on purpose, holding his gaze. “Here’s an idea. Why don’t you go fuck Roger and leave me out of it?” You smiled up at him. “Or does Madani not let you stray?”

 Understanding dawned on Billy’s face. “So that’s what this is about.”

Part Two

A/N - This is my first reader insert fic. Hope you guys enjoyed it. If you’d like me to tag you, please leave a comment or DM me.  

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[thatshithurted8]

jeff wittek imagine where the reader and jeff go on vacation together like to vegas or miami???

Holiday 

Summary: Throughout your mini holiday in Miami with your boyfriend Jeff, he realizes just how special you and your relationship are. 

Word Count: 2.3k

Warning: Tooth rotting fluff, mention of alcoholism and Jeff’s accident

A/N This is also inspired by KSI’s song Holiday! 

I wanna wake up every mornin', feelin' better 'Cause I know you're sleeping by my side And every moment we're together I remember just to keep it all for you and I

Jeff’s brown eyes slowly open, being awoken by a crying baby that was a few rows behind you two. He lets out a yawn before looking over at you who were fast asleep on his shoulder. 

Something that not a lot of people knew was that Jeff hated flying despite being a certified skydiver. Ever since he was younger he was never a fan of flying, only now he was a bit more comfortable with it due to his experience skydiving. Nevertheless his initial nerves after waking up quickly wash away just from being in your presence.

Wanting to capture this seemingly perfect moment, Jeff slowly grabs his phone out of his pocket without disturbing you and takes a quick picture. As he analyzes the picture his heart swells at how at peace and comfortable you looked sleeping on him and in one of his sweaters. The two of you were extremely tired from catching a red eye flight to Miami so no wonder why you both fell asleep. 

Saving the picture Jeff puts his phone away and slowly opens the blind of your window seat. The rising sun shines into your row, the rays illuminating your face making your features and long lashes more prominent. The purpose of the trip to Miami was to watch the Logan Paul vs Floyd Mayweather fight. In fact you were ecstatic when Jeff told you he got you guys tickets to the event since you grew up watching boxing with your family and you were a huge fan of Mayweather. With that being said you had no idea how close the tickets Jeff got were to the ring. 

Jeff’s breath hitches as he admires you. He was so in love with you and was so excited to see your reaction to being ringside. As Jeff softly moves some stray hairs out of your face he realizes everything he does is for the benefit for not only you, but your relationship as well. It was you two against the world. 

I see that body in the sunlight Feelin' the heat and it feels right I wanna do this for the rest of my life

“I know you guys are dating and all, but you seriously need to stop staring before you sink the boat with your drool.” Mike Maijlak says walking over to Jeff’s side and handing him a La Croix. 

Jeff booked your mini holiday to last a few days before and after the fight which gave you guys the opportunity to explore Miami and let lose. With that being said neither of you were going to turn down Mike’s invite to join him on a yacht to party. So there you were talking and dancing with some girls you knew from LA while sipping on a La Croix. 

Jeff lets out a laugh while opening one of his favourite drinks. “I can’t help it man, just look at her.” He says taking a sip of the bubbly liquid while continuing to admire you from afar. 

The Miami sun that shined onto your skin paired with your infectious laugh, seemingly gave you a golden glow that made you standout. Not only that, but the bikini that you were wearing flattered your body type so well. 

After feeling as if someone was staring at you for the past few minutes you finally turn and look around the boat to find the owner of the eyes that were on you. Quickly your eyes find Jeff’s brown ones and you realize it was just Jeff staring at you the whole time, causing heat to wash over your body at his gaze. 

You shoot him a smirk and wink in return before turning back around to continue your conversation. A smirk of his own falls upon Jeff’s face as you do so, along with a light shade of pink on his cheeks. 

“You’re so whipped.” Mike laughs shaking his head, finally speaking up after watching the whole interaction. 

“Well I wanna be whipped for her for the rest of my life then.” Jeff says without realizing how big of a statement that was while his eyes remained on your beautiful figure. 

Oh, I know, I know, you know the vibe I wanna stay with you every night You and me underneath the lights I'm always good when you're by my side I know, you know you're on my mind You really make me come alive I wanna be here for the rest of my life

“Jeff look at my hands I’m literally shaking I can’t believe we’re this close!” You exclaim while glancing between your boyfriend and the boxing ring in front of you. 

“Only the best for you doll.” He says sending you a wink while laughing. For the past hour and a half as you two watched the undercards you continued to gush about your seats making Jeff happy to see you happy. 

Without wasting another second you roughly grab Jeff by his green shirt and pull him in for a passionate kiss. Just before the brunette could immerse himself into it fully you pull away. Some of your lipstick was smudged and Jeff knew without a doubt he had some on his lips, but he didn’t care. In that moment it truly seemed as if you two were the only ones there under the rings bright lights and in an arena full of screaming fans while you two stared into each others eyes lovingly. 

Your attention on your boyfriend is torn away when the already loud arena becomes even louder as Mayweather starts to walk out. Quickly you start to cheer for your favourite boxer while jumping up and down and clapping excitedly. Jeff glances between you and the boxing legend before his gaze finally lands on you. 

You look over at your boyfriend with a smile that was from ear to ear. “It’s Floyd fucking Mayweather!” You exclaim pointing over to the undefeated boxer entering the ring. 

A smile washes over Jeff’s face as he laughs at your excitement. You truly resembled a child in a toy store. Seeing your excitement only made Jeff more excited, causing him to join in on cheering for Mayweather despite being friends with Logan. 

There was no one else Jeff would rather be with to witness the fight and this thought only made him realize he wants to be by your side for the rest of his life. 

Looking for sun rays, needin' them good days Fly me away-away, you're my holiday Cool like the ocean, lost in emotion Fly me away-away, you're my holiday Whenever you're here it's a good time Strawberry shirts in the sunshine Ice-cold drinks 'til the moonlight You're my holiday Whenever you're here it's a good time Strawberry shirts in the sunshine Ice-cold drinks 'til the moonlight You're my holiday

The next few days after the fight was a whirlwind, but in a good way. Despite having a good time underneath the Miami sun and it’s nightlife Jeff wouldn’t be having as good of a time if you weren’t there. You truly made the trip for him, making the sunny days that were good for his mental health even better and the dreary days full of life from your infectious positivity and smile.  

You let out a loud laugh as you and Jeff wrap your arms around each others, mimicking a toast before brining your drink to your lips while your boyfriend did the same. At the same time you two sip at your virgin drinks while maintaining eye contact with each other in the close position. You gulp down the rest of your cold drink despite it being alcohol free before untangling your arm with Jeff’s and ordering another at the outside bar. 

Over the past four years of knowing Jeff the two of you created a special connection that no one in your friend group had with each other. And that was being sober. Jeff turned to alcohol after his break up with his ex girlfriend while you on the other hand turned to it to deal with the death of your mom. To say you were there for each other was an understatement. When the temptation to drink was too much Jeff would call you up and the two of you would go on late night hikes and talk about everything and anything, and vice versa for you. There was always a mutual pining for one another, but neither of you acted on it due to how broken you both were at the time. However, as the years went by your feelings only intensified along with Jeff’s. Though it wasn’t until a few months after Jeff’s accident when he took a leap of faith and finally confessed his feelings to you after realizing how short life truly was.

Jeff places his glass on the bar as well, placing his hand on the small of your back while looking around the crowded club that was partly inside and partly outside. Once you get a refill of your drink you turn around sipping on the paper straw, your back leaning against the bar causing Jeff to redirect his attention back to you. 

“You look beautiful.” He says looking down at you in his arms. 

Heat washes over your face and Jeff’s smile widens at how flustered you still got after all this time together. He loved showering you in words of affirmation and he meant every thing he said to you. Although, you always look beautiful the way the moonlight reflected off of your skin made you look angelic. It was a great contrast to you earlier in the day at the beach wearing a strawberry printed bikini that made Jeff feel a certain way. 

“Thank you baby you don’t look too bad yourself.” You say placing a soft peck on Jeff’s lips before pulling him towards the dance floor. 

I wanna stay up 'til the mornin' with you talkin' Just to listen to the things you say And every time we're in the middle of the city I imagine us so far away

The two of you sat down in a booth with Mike Majilak and Logan Paul at a random Denny’s that was in between your hotel and the club you four were previously partying at. By now the jet lag and the numerous activities you and Jeff participated in was starting to catch up to you. However, that wasn’t apparent to anyone other than Jeff as you talked the boys ears off while eating. 

“We’ll see you guys later! And once again Y/N text me when you’re free to film an episode of ImPaulsive.” Logan says as him and Mike get out of the booth, placing money on the table and getting ready to leave the restaurant. 

“Of course!” You exclaim before picking up your lemonade and drinking what was left. Jeff bids his goodbyes to the two influencers and once they leave you quickly rest your head on his broad shoulder, letting out a loud sigh. 

“You okay doll?” Jeff asks placing his hand on your thigh. 

“Yea just tired.” You say kissing his neck and placing your hand on his cheek. Similar to Jeff you were able to pick up on the energy of situations and that affected how you acted. So once Mike and Logan left you felt as if you could finally wind down from their partying aura. 

A comforting silence falls upon you two and your eyes slowly flutter close as the rising sun shines in through the Denny’s windows. As cliche as it sounded Jeff felt as if it was only you two in the quiet breakfast place. The brunette rests his head against yours and his eyes follows your lead by shutting close. 

The two of you remain in this position for a few minutes, cherishing not only the first quiet moment of the trip, but also the little moments you two shared. 

Ooh, ooh Ooh, you're my holiday

Scratching at his eyes and stretching Jeff slowly and quietly gets out of bed, the sun filtering in through the hotels curtains and onto your sleeping body. You looked so peaceful and he didn’t want to disturb that. Once you guys returned to your hotel room from a night out partying and a very early breakfast at Denny’s the two of you instantly fell asleep. 

Jeff glances at the analogue clock on the bedside table which read 2:34pm before he slips on a pair of pants and a t-shirt. Making sure to not wake you Jeff grabs his phone, wallet and room key then quietly leaves your shared room. However, before he leaves he makes sure to place a gentle kiss on your forehead and whisper to you how much he loves you. 

Throughout the trip he was constantly reminded of how much he loved you. You helped him through some of the darkest times in his life and after all this time of knowing and being together Jeff finally knew what he had to do. 

Remembering a shop that was a few buildings away from your hotel, Jeff quickly walks over to it wanting to be back before you woke up. The Staten Island native hands become clammy as he approaches the store, his tough guy persona seemingly crashing down with every step he took. 

The bell above the shops door dings as Jeff walks in causing a sales representative to walk over to him with a welcoming smile. 

“Good afternoon how can I help you?” She asks. Jeff takes a look around the quaint shop and all of the glass casings before redirecting his attention back to the worker. 

“Hi uh yea, I was wondering if you guys have any engagement rings?” 

[butterflybuckethat]

Expectation - Part III

Notes: Benedict x Reader - I don't really know where to put this in my masterlist anymore.

Taglist: @theinfinitenerd @clean-soap @anthonybridgertonsmistress @thatredheadwithglasses

🦋 Part I 🦋 Part II 🦋 Masterlist 🦋

You were still fighting with Benedict into the morning. Both of you were exhausted and sitting on the floor behind the couch. "I am tainted, Benedict. There is no need to bring you down with me." You had been at this for hours. “You are not marrying my brother.” Benedict was nowhere near forgiving Anthony for leading you on or whatever he was doing with you. The Bridgerton’s wanted to deal with this as a family, all piling into the drawing-room and speaking over one another. Benedict was having none of it, which is why you were behind the couch in the first place. “Why do I have to marry? I could move to Paris, live out the rest of my days as a spinster.” You said it in a light tone but you weren’t really kidding. You had no other options: you couldn't stay in London and face the shame and you couldn't marry Benedict and have him resent you for the remainder of your lives. "You cannot move to Paris." "Rome, then." You look towards Benedict with a weak smile but it immediately fell. He pulled you into his arms. "Please don't go. I couldn't bear it." You could feel his tears soaking into the fabric at your shoulder. You had seen Benedict cry before but never as an adult, never like this. You would do anything to make it stop. He looked up at you, his face a wreck with bruised puffy redness. You might have laughed if it weren't all so depressing. "Please, marry me. Please." He begged.

The engagement was longer than you had expected; Violet said it was to fool the rest of the ton into believing that this was always the plan because nothing scandalous ever happens around the Bridgerton's, right? And it seemed to be working. You and Benedict had always been close, best friends and all, so this didn't appear like too much of a leap. Some even seemed relieved, finally understanding your relationship: a long con to marry a Bridgerton- ambitious mamas would remember your name for decades to come. Being engaged was surprisingly freeing. You could truly be alone with Benedict for the first time since your childhood, stand next to him, even touch his arm without having to fret about what it looked like. But that did not mean that you felt any less guilty about dashing Benedict's chances at finding true love.

You and he were in Florence Smythe-Smith’s wedding party. It was a surprise when she asked; you came out together but otherwise, you weren’t terribly close, you hadn’t even met her fiancé. But she dismissed your concerns with the light smile of someone desperately in love and explained that it was lucky to have a happy couple at the party, apparently, all her cousins were unwed and miserably so. You clung to Benedict’s side, throughout all the events, and he was clearly growing concerned: "Are you alright?" You made some high-pitched noise in the affirmative. You were watching Florence and her soon-to-be husband take a private moment in the middle of the chaos that was the evening before her nuptials. They wore soft smiles and he placed light lingering kisses on her nose and forehead and you couldn’t help but feel- "Do you want to dance?" Benedict pushed a loose strand behind your ear, you shook your head. "A drink?" Same response. "Do you want to go somewhere and kiss?" "What?" You shrieked, eyes blown wide. He only chuckled. "Only wanted to make sure you were listening" "How can you joke at a time like this?" "A time like what?" You shook your head in utter disbelief. "Would you, at least, pretend you're happy to be with me? I think I'm beginning to look like a cad,” and finally you saw it: he was hurting as bad as you were. He wasn’t actually chastising you, his tone was light, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes, something so easy to miss but you saw it. You took a deep breath and put on a smile. You were engaged and at your friend’s wedding, this was supposed to be fun. “Do you think we could bribe a footman into telling us where they keep the sweets?” “If that fails, there’s always intimidation.” “Please, you could never.” “I could too!” “Face it, Benedict, you’re soft.” And just like that, everything was back to normal. Or, at least, as normal as this situation could possibly be.

The wedding reception was beautiful, filled with pale pink flowers, dancing, and the best cake you had ever had. You and Benedict were sitting together up on the dais, eating each other’s slices. “Why is your piece always better than mine?” Benedict asked. You watched him lick frosting off his fork. “Because I’m better than you. In every conceivable manner.” “I already knew that,” and he grinned. He wasn’t teasing. Your lips parted. “You just complimented me.” “You act as if I have never done that before,” he laughed and took another piece of your cake. But he hadn’t done that before, not in the same way he did it this time. Something was different. He really meant it. “I’m not,” you put your gloved hand in his and squeezed, “I am not, in any way, better than you.” “You are,” his brows furrowed and he pulled his chair closer to yours, knee resting between your legs. “You saved me, Benedict,” your voice cracked. You didn’t want to do this here, not on Florence’s wedding day, not in front of all these people. Your eyes welled up with tears, “you saved me and I hate that you had to do that, that I ruined your chances at having that,” you gestured to Florence and her husband, laughing and twirling one another on the dancefloor. Benedict took your face in his hands, soaking your tears in his gloves, “I don’t care about that, Y/N. I care about you. I love you.” “You say that now-“ “And I’ll say it for the rest of my life.” Butterflies erupted in your stomach. "Benedict," you gasped. "Why aren't you dancing?" Eloise cried as she and Penelope came rushing over, you jumped maybe a foot in the air. "Startled?" he nudged your knee with his. "Just shut up and ask me to dance."

Your wedding was beautiful. You wore pale blue and there wasn't a dry eye in sight. Anthony and Benedict seemed to make up, whispering in a dark corner before the ceremony and coming out all smiles. Even you were happy, excited that you were going to spend the rest of your life with your best friend. You immediately left for "My Cottage" bringing near half the cake with you. You had been there before, spent some time in the summers, enough for Mrs. Gibbons to begin to actively enjoy your company. By the time you arrived, it was around midnight and you were experiencing a very real sugar crash. "I thought I would never see the day," she cheered as you and Benedict came through the door. "Mrs. Gibbons, I ruined myself." Might as well set the record straight. "Good for you, girl." You looked back at Benedict with a hand over your mouth, suppressing laughter, and he looked much the same. "Come now, I'll show you to your bedroom." "Don't you mean bedrooms?" You tried as you followed her up the stairs. "I am afraid that was not possible...water damage." "Water damage!" Benedict cried, "Why wasn't I notified of this?" "It's all being taken care of." "Where is it? How did it happen?" He ran down the hallway, looking for any signs of deterioration. "Don't mind that, dear." And, with that, she pushed you both into your room. You stood, dumbfounded, staring at the door. “Is she trying to set us up?” “I wouldn’t put it past her,” Benedict replied, taking off his waistcoat. “But we are already married!” "I don't see what that has to do with anything." You whipped around to look at him and let out a little gasp. He was shirtless and you couldn't tear your eyes away, tracing them down the ripples of muscle and planes of his shoulders. He cleared his throat and you shifted your gaze to his face, flushing deeply. "Do you require my assistance?" he motioned vaguely to your dress. Benedict worked on the buttons with relative speed, wedding dress slipping off your shoulders and down your front. He unlaced your stays as well, undressing you until you were left in only your chemise. You turned, catching him staring at your body, and felt a sudden rush of power. You took a step closer, testing your boundaries, forcing him to look you in the eyes. You began pulling the pins from your coiffure and handing them to Benedict. Your hair fell in ringlets all around out. Benedict tugged on one, mesmerized, and watched ad it sprung back. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but nothing came out, and you stood there, looking up at him through your lashes. "I have a headache," you stuck your bottom lip out in a pout. Benedict only rolled his eyes. "Might you having nothing but cake and champagne have anything to do with it?" he teased but poured you a glass of water as you got in bed. "It was our wedding, Benny. It was expected of me," if you were feeling any less exhausted, you might have put up more of a fuss about you and he sharing a bed. But Benedict fell into bed beside you, pulled you flush to him, and was dead asleep before you could even say a word in protest.

[ashlingnarcos]

hi bb, 1. are you taking requests? (if yes) 2. can u give us benjamin content (DILF alert) something angsty with fluff ending PLSS

I am taking requests! 🥰 I cannot promise that I will write every request, but I'll write for those I can!

bride’s choice

You wanted to hate Benjamín so badly, but from the the very first day, it was impossible.

On the night that you learned of Mayo’s suggestion that you marry into the Arellano Félix family as the permanent solution to that perpetual blood feud, you knew he was right, and hated him for it, and made preparations anyway, even as your brother Hector shouted and swore and said it would never happen.

You drove to the party where your future husband was celebrating his cousin’s fifteenth birthday, and using a pair of your brother’s binoculars, you searched for him, pausing every now and then to compare a face to a newspaper cutout. For a villain, Benjamín was all wrong. He was slightly clumsy on the dance floor, wore a plain white shirt without even a gold chain, and laughed when a baby spit up some of her dinner on him.

Still, on the day of your wedding, right after you kissed him and under the cover of the whole church cheering, you said into his ear, “On my fifteenth birthday, Cochiloco stole me a car.” You could still picture him, grinning and gesturing at it, bursting with pride and only 19 years old himself. He had been family.

It was not until much later, when you were deep in enemy territory, the master bedroom of the Arellano Félix house, that you got your reply.

“I’m sorry,” said Benjamín. And when you said nothing, he added, “I want you to be happy here.”

You weren’t happy, of course. It wasn’t home. On a particularly bad night, you called Mayo’s home and left a threat in a voicemail that had you anxious for days afterwards, waiting to see what he might do: I’m going to tell my brother. You used me and you sold me. How long could you last without him? But then there was no reply, and that was worse than any reply could have been.

Nothing escaped Benjamín’s attention, but he never reproached you, only supported you. You kept trying to find the catch, and couldn’t. One dinner, you told him about how your father had taught you to farm, and you kept expecting for a polite, bored look to eventually glaze over his eyes, but it never did, not even when you went into the details of irrigation systems. The next day, the head housekeeper mentioned to you that if you wanted, you were very welcome to have a hand in, even completely oversee, the ten acre ranch the family had bought last year for summers. It was like that.

You waited for the other shoe to drop, but it never did. Even on days when homesickness made you snappish and restless, Benjamín never failed to treat you with an old-fashioned courtesy, gentle and thoughtful. It took you weeks to realize that, although you were already married, he was courting you. He left your favorite kind of chocolate bar on your pillow, arranged for your childhood best friend to come visit when she was in town, and put up pictures of your parents on the big wall of family photos.

And he never crossed an invisible line down the middle of the bed. Eventually, despite yourself, and despite everything that had happened, you wanted him to.

Five months after your wedding, it was your brother’s birthday party, and when you felt a man pressing up behind you, you felt a sudden leap of delight and anticipation, thinking it was Benjamín. Finally.

“Are you still angry with me?” said Mayo. “You know it was the only lasting way out.” His breath tickled your ear. You had imagined this moment so many times, and yet, now that it was happening, you found it left you cold.

“I’m married,” you said.

“That’s business. But what about pleasure?”

You turned to face him, lifting your chin. You used to find the easy, assured, amused look of his to be endlessly sexy, but in that moment, you just found it infuriating. “I’m married, Ismael.”

His gaze shifted subtly. “I’ve missed you too, if you need me to admit it.”

That struck you. You had always felt that he’d thrown you aside like a plaything he was tired of, but here he was, not even drunk yet, offering himself. You had to look away.

And there Benjamín was, watching you from across the dance floor, misery clear on every line of his face. Rage, too—but then you realized that he would not lash out in the way you expected, the way Chapo or Ramón or even your brother would have. I want you to be happy, he’d said. It seemed he would let you make your choice.

You crossed straight through the dance floor, not looking to the left or the right, until you’d reached your husband, and then you kissed him. After a moment of surprise, he sank his hands into your hair and kissed you back with a passion that made you forget where you were.

When at last you broke away, he tucked a tendril of your hair behind your ear and asked, “Can we go home?”

There was another question in his brown eyes, and you knew what he meant. You put your hand on his chest.

“Yes,” you said. “Let’s go home.”

[familyfriendlyweed]

late night snaps (quackity x reader)

a/n : before we get into the story, i wanted to thank you all for such support on my first post - i only posted it yesterday, and got a hell lot of likes and reblogs and even gained 23 followers, which is insane for me (or maybe i just don’t know how tumblr works, haha)! anyhow, i’m really happy you guys enjoyed it <3 

 it was 02:37 and you were editing your newest video. you had no idea it would take so long, though! even if you were used to staying up very late, you knew you have to put away your laptop and go get some sleep. 

 saving the video as a draft and shutting your computer off, you started to blindly search for your phone, since your eyes didn’t get used to the darkness yet. finally finding it, you turned it on to set an alarm for the next morning when you suddenly saw a snapchat notification from ten minutes ago. it was from Alex. you curiously unlocked your phone and tapped the little notification to be led straight to snapchat.

idiota : hello mamacita

 your face instantly lit up in a childish smile. you started to type your response eagerly like it wasn’t 2 am and you didn’t have online classes tomorrow. 

 you : why hello there, el señor

 you saw Alex’s silly bitmoji pop up as he started to type.  

 idiota : what is my chica bella doing up so late?

 you giggled, getting comfortable in your bed - this meant a long chatting session on its way.

 you : YOUR chica bella? when did that happen?

 idiota : ANSWER THE QUESTION!!!! >:((((

 you : fine you big baby, i was finishing editing a new video

 idiota : hmm i see, i see

 you : what about you though? u should get some sleep!!! :(((

 Alex’s bitmoji started typing, then stopped for some reason. you lifted your eyebrow at that. then he continued, but it took a while for him to finish.

 idiota : why, i just couldn’t fall asleep when you were on my mind all the time, mi amor

 your cheeks grew red in an instant. you knew you could handle jokes pretty well, but this was quite too much. Alex never got so far as to actually flirt with you.

 you : eh??? what drugs are u on

 idiota : the only drug for me is you mamacita

 you snorted. you had no idea if he was being serious or not, even if the second option was more likely.

 you : literally go to sleep wtf

 idiota : i’d sleep better if you were by my side ;)

 this was enough for you - you felt as if you got one more message like this from him, you’d die from the hotness in your cheeks. setting your phone down, you made your way to the bathroom before bed.

 you came back five minutes later, only to see your phone full of notifications from Alex. your heart was thumping really hard, you weren’t used to this, but you opened snapchat anyway.

 idiota : mamacita?

 idiota : ....

 idiota : mamacita, don’t joke w me like that

 idiota : did you really just leave me on read wtf

 idiota : i’m sad come back :(((

 and at last, there was a snap from him. you were quite scared at this point. with a shaking hand, you opened it.

 you laughed so hard that you seriously thought you’ll have a seizure. still laughing, you snapped a selfie with a cute filter on (you really thought you looked horrible at the moment), captioned it with “your chica bella had to take a piss u simp” and sent it to Alex.

 he opened the snap almost imediatelly and started typing afterwards :

 idiota : mamacita!!!! you look hermosa!!!!

 you : that’s because i have a filter on lmaoo

 idiota : mamacita don’t let yourself down, you are so beautiful :((

 you started to text a sarcastic reply, but stopped. for some reason, Alex seemed like he was being truthful. he wasn’t joking around when he called you beautiful, that was too affectionate.

 you : ...really?

 idiota : si, si! <3

 you tugged at your lip in a thinking manner. true, you had feelings for Alex, but you never thought he had something similar to you. or maybe... maybe he was just supporting you as a friend. figuring that was probably it, you texted :

 you : thank you quacker B]] ur also v handsome

 idiota : mamacita likes me!!!!!😍😍😍

 you smiled sadly. Alex was definitely playing around. you got lost in thought for a few moments, thinking about how would he act if he was actually in love with someone. would he, perhaps, be more mature? that would be very weird to look at.

 finally coming back to planet Earth, you looked at your phone only to see that Alex has written a shit ton of messages again :

 idiota : i want to see you, mamacita

 idiota : it’s fine if u don’t want to, you’re probably going to sleep anyway...

 idiota : but maybe let’s meet tomorrow?

 idiota : mamacita?

 idiota : ....

 idiota : i’m coming over <3

 your heart gave a leap of embarassment and surprise. why would he even say that?

 you : wait what

 you : wdym “i’m coming over”

 you : no tf ur not

 you : go to sleep

 idiota : doesn’t mamacita want to see muah???

 you : no, that would be awesome, but you should go to sleep, really :(

 idiota : y/n, i already told you, i can’t sleep when you’re on my mind

 you froze in spot, staring at your screen for what felt like an eternity. did he just call you by your name? you knew he only says it in serious situations. deciding to change your tactic, you started texting seriously :

 you : are you like... for real now?

 you : because i know you call me by my name in serious situations, but maybe it’s only a prank, so just answer me truthfully, okay?

 Alex started typing, it took even longer that before, but at last you saw his message, this time without caps, spammed question/exclamation marks, nothing silly at all :

 idiota : i am serious, y/n. believe me, this is not a prank. i just really wanna see you. 

 your heart skipped a beat or two, your face renewed its redness. you felt as if you were dreaming.

 you : okay... i’m really glad. come over, please

 idiota : thank you so much

 you started pondering in your head - how did this happen? how did this silly conversation turn out like this? 

 but what if Alex texted you because he wanted to come over in the first place? after all, he knew how shitty your sleep schedule was. that would be awesome, you thought, a small smile dancing on your lips.

 you checked the snap map only to see Alex about 100 meters from you. wait... what? 100 METERS??? was Alex near your place the moment he texted you for the first time?

 you jumped up, starting to tidy up your messy room up, only to remember you look like poop at the moment - hair messy, face tired, clothes scrunched. 

 exhaling heavily, you tried to change your appearance quickly - you ran into the bathroom, brushing your hair panickily. then you wrenched the makeup bag open and started to rummage through it trying to find some mascara or something...

 ding ding! 

 you froze, your eyes widened. he was already here, what the hell?!

 you quickly put on some mascara, ran into the hallway while brushing your face with your hands from stress (completely forgetting you have mascara on, somehow) and unlocked the door.

 Alex’s figure was dark, since the lightbulb in the corridor wasn’t working, and it almost gave you a fright. but as soon as he engulfed you in a warm hug, the tension in the pit of your stomach vanished. you hugged him back almost unsurely, but smiling.

 “hello, mamacita”

 you giggled. for some reason, you got the strongest urge to cry. probably from happiness, but it still was confusing to you. nevertheless, tears started running down your cheeks, mixing with mascara, probably making you look like you were going to a halloween dress up party. 

 “hey, why are you crying?” Alex asked, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

 “i look horrible.” you laughed, wiping your tears away.

 “nooo, why won’t you listen to me? i already told you you’re beautiful.” he said with a cute pout. 

 “alright, alright, i’m very beautiful, let me down now.” you said, noticing that he was still holding you in his arms tightly. 

 “whatever the chica bella says.”

 he put you down.

 “aren’t you going to turn on some light? i feel like i’ve gone blind!” Alex exclaimed jokingly and you giggled.

 “i’m like a bat, i hate much light, sorry. buuuut i could turn on this little lamp.” you said, making your way to your desk and turning on a cute little lamp the shade of warm pink.

 “perfect.” Alex said, eyeing you in light now. you thought he’ll make a comment about your awful mascara-stained face, but he said nothing, just smiling and looking at you in awe, like you were some princess in a ball dress instead of a tired college student in messy shorts, an oversized t-shirt and two different socks, because you couldn’t find a pair of the same ones.

 “perfect.” he repeated, shrugging with a smile on his face, like seeing you was everything he needed.

 you laughed and hugged him, muttering a “thanks for coming”. Alex didn’t hesitate and also hugged you, holding you as close as possible, as if he let go of you, he’d drown and would never come back to be by your side again. 

 little did you know, he felt the exact same way.

[victoria-daydreams]

The Night We Met

Chapter Two: Hold Me Closer, Tiny Dancer

AN: Winnie’s hidden superpower is unknowingly radicalizing Edward further lol. I’m sorry this took so long to post, I have been so busy with my job, I didn’t think it would take that long to get this posted. Once again, thank you, thank you, for the support this story is getting!

This chapter is a long one and my girl is going through it.

Word Count: 5.0k

Trigger Warnings: a complete lack of knowledge about ballet tbh, stalking, obsessive behavior, abduction

Chapter Three: Beauty & The Beast

Classical music blared through the sound system enveloping the large auditorium with its melodies. On the stage, lights shone down on a group of ballerinas, dancing with the enchanting music. The audience was completely mesmerized by the performance in front them, their attention fully devoted to the dancers as they gracefully moved across the stage. Their extravagant costumes sparkled as they twirled, leaped, and swayed.

Winnie followed her fellow ballerinas in a circle of  chasses while glancing at the audience periodically. She was searching for a certain someone in the sea of faces in front of her. Her surroundings began to spin as she twirled en pointe in the center of the stage. 

“Where is he?” she wondered.

He promised he'd be here. There were so many people in the crowd, how could she assure herself that Edward was here? Winnie’s gaze drifted from the audience and to the young girl mimicking her every move. Every turn and extension were precise and elegant, she was dancing her heart out. She felt pride course through her veins watching Leah.

The music reached its climax and Winnie preformed a powerful grand jete, her routine soon coming to an end. The next movements flowed from her body with ease. She didn't even have to think about them while dancing; She swung her foot around, landing in fourth position and struck her final pose as the song ended.

Applause and cheers broke out, it was well deserved after expressing a story with so much beauty and passion. Winnie and the other dancers stepped forward, curtsying daintily. Remaining bent down in a bow, Winnie took the opportunity to scan the audience with her dark brown eyes. Sitting in the third row was Louisa, Jane, and Lark; all of them on their feet just like everyone else. Of course, she was happy that they were there, but she wanted to share this moment with Edward as well. She knew he enjoyed opera, so hopefully this wasn’t too far off from his taste.

Winnie straightened herself up and glided off the stage with the other dancers as the curtain closed behind her. Once in the backstage area, Leah immediately threw herself into Winnie’s arms.

"How did I do? Did my pirouettes look right? I know I struggled with them and..."

Winnie pulled back, “Oh Leah, you were wonderful!” she exclaimed, beaming proudly. "You were the epitome of what a ballerina should be,” she added, embracing her again. “I’m very proud of you, all those nights of practicing hard paid off,”

Leah pulled away this time, her grin reflecting Winnie’s. "Really?"

"Really,"

She hugged Winnie one more time before running off to find her friends. A tired sigh pushed through Winnie’s lips, wanting nothing more than to rest her feet after a long night. She weaved in and out through the dancers, teachers, and photographers until she reached her small, dressing room. Gently, she pushed the door close and leaned against it briefly before walking to her vanity. Winnie froze mid-step when her eyes landed upon what was on top of the dresser. It was a bouquet of flowers, they were not there before her performance.

She moved forward, taking a closer look at the mysterious gift. The bouquet was comprised of red tulips, yellow irises, and parrot lilies, all complimented by the lavenders and whites of heather flowers. A note was snugly fit between the flower petals and Winnie carefully pulled it from its resting place. Sitting down on the stool, she flipped the note open.

This very thing you were born with pleases us all. It's even capable of making men fall, while only experienced by few it's treasured by all. What am I?

Before even the last word was read, a warm smile lit up Winnie’s face, giggles bubbling from her. Her concern vanished about the gift, she knew exactly who it was that left this for her.

“Beauty,” a voice answered, causing her to whirl around. “The answer is beauty,” he repeated, walking to her.

Winnie dropped the note on the dresser and rose from her seat. She was taken aback by Edward’s appearance, he had cleaned up quite well. His usual slightly baggy clothes he wore was replaced with a slick black suit that fit his body very nicely. His hair looked shorter, too. Like he actually got it cut and styled for tonight.

“Eddie, you made it,” she said happily. “I was so worried when I couldn’t find you in the audience,”

He smiled boyishly, “I promised you I would be here, didn’t I?” Edward replied, placing his hands on her hips.

“The bouquet is beautiful,”

“Not as beautiful as you were on that stage,” Edward stated, his arm sliding around the small of her back, “You were radiant tonight,” he added, slowly guiding her back to the vanity until her back ran into the ledge of it.

He pulled Winnie closer to him, her nose gently bumped against his. Edward kissed her, soft and fleeting.

“As you were dancing on stage,” he began, his lips grazing hers. “The lights created a halo around your emerald green cloaked body,” he said, tucking his face into neck.

Edward began to trail light kisses down her neck towards her collarbone, grinding his hips into hers. Winnie’s head fell back, ragged breaths coming from her in puffs.

Winne let herself sink down onto the table, “Eddie, we’re in public,” she reminded shakily, “A-Anyone could walk in,” she warned lamely, her legs wrapping around his waist.

“I locked the door behind me,”

Edward sought out her lips, initiating an open-mouthed kiss. Winnie’s hands slid over the muscles of his back, while his, hiked up her romantic style ballet skirt revealing the flesh colored tights covering her toned legs. Abruptly, Edward pulled away from her lips and knelt in front of Winnie, causing her to raise her eyebrows in confusion. Reverently, he untied one ballet slipper and then the other. He ran his hands up her calf, enjoying the smoothness of the tights.

“The only word that comes to my mind when I think of beauty and of perfection, is you,” Edward breathed, still staring at her as if the very ground she walked on was holy and divine.

Winnie moved her hands to the elastic band of her ballet tights, slightly raising up from the vanity just enough to shimmy them off of her half way. Carefully, Edward hooked his fingers underneath rolled up tights and gliding the delicate material down her legs. The sensation made her eyes flutter close. Suddenly, she felt the brush of his nose against the bare skin of her calf, his warm breath fanning across her. It made goosebumps erupt all down her arms.

“What is mine, but only you can have?” he asked, spreading her legs apart.

A strangled moan escaped from Winnie as hot kisses began to run along her inner thigh. She grabbed a fistful of his hair encouraging to go higher.

“My heart,”

~~~x~~~

Radio silence.

That’s as best as she could describe the sudden and baffling disappearance of Edward from her life. It had been two weeks since the ballet show and then it was like he fell off the face of the planet. He never returned her calls. Never responded to her texts. Just silence.

Winnie wondered had she done something wrong, but she couldn’t come up with a single thing. They had slept with each other twice and never actually went on a formal date, so she couldn’t say they were “official”. She guessed he felt no obligation to their relationship hence, his ghosting of her. Still, it hurt, she thought they were more than a one stand. Well, two really, but life had to go on there was no sense in moping about it. Besides, she could be in a worst predicament.

She could be the Mayor of Gotham.

The murder of the Mayor was shocking, but not surprising. Come on, it’s Gotham, elected officials being killed is the norm at this point. If there hasn’t been at least one attempt on your life, can you really call yourself a true Gotham government official? Joking aside, people die everyday and the Mayor just happened to be one of those people, not much she could do. However, she did start brainstorming on how she would be able to secure more money for the arts program from the next mayor.

Until then, it was back to serving heaps of plates to customers at the diner. The same, monotonous routine.

"Hi," Winnie would greet, smiling at a customer. Her notepad in one hand while pulling the pen from her apron. "Do you know what you'd like?"

Repeating that script every five minutes wouldn’t have been so terrible if she also got to see her new favorite customer, but she didn’t. Edward no longer came to the diner to have his usual, a latte and a slice of pumpkin pie. And it wasn’t a gradual process of him frequenting the diner less and less, he just stopped coming all together. Edward, for all intents and purposes was avoiding her. The diner staff, mainly Jane and Lark, were happy to see him go.

“There’s something unnerving about that guy. Honestly Winnie, you’re better off without him,”

“So that explains why you were trying to throw me at every guy in your line of vision at that Halloween party,”

Winnie was not surprised by her attitude, Jane never liked Edward to begin with. But for Winnie, his absence left her feeling strangely empty inside. Which is quite remarkable since she had only known him for a few weeks at best and yet it felt like a lifetime for her. If nothing else, she could always rely on Frankie to her cheer up. He was more than happy to reclaim his title as “Winnie’s favorite regular”. Slowly, Winnie’s life was returning back to normal as it could be living in a city like Gotham.

Only a day later, that normality was shattered instantly.

The morning shift was always chaotic and loud, but this day was different. Her eyes, they were glued to the small TV mounted to the ceiling of the diner, incapable of looking away from the screen just like everyone else there. The Riddler, that’s what he’s calling himself, footage of his live streams were playing on the news. Wonderful, another masked vigilante running around the city was just what everyone needed. At first, Winnie shrugged it off and went back to sweeping the floor behind the counter. There wasn’t anything she could do, plus she wasn’t some corrupt government official so she really didn’t have anything to worry about.

“What does he mean he wants to ‘cleanse’ Gotham?” a customer asked.

Every muscle within Winnie’s body froze, the broom in her hands stuck hovering over the floor. Slowly, she craned her neck back in the direction of the television, this time paying more attention to the maniac in the mask. Winnie felt something deep in her move. It was like she knew him, but that’s insane, right? She couldn’t possibly know this murderer, yet there was something so familiar about him. The mannerisms, those....glasses, that.....voice. When that little feeling of realization washed over Winnie, she felt like it hit her with full force causing her to clutch her stomach.

“Oh my God,” Winnie thought.

"I think I'm gonna be sick," she muttered.

Quickly, she moved towards the restroom, tossing the broom aside before pushing the door open. She only just made it to one of the sinks when she doubled over, her body trembling. Winnie dry heaved a couple of times, but nothing came out. She couldn’t tell if she was relieved or disappointed by that.

“Oh, I’m in such deep shit!” she breathed, her chest rapidly rising and falling.

Winnie couldn’t flat out prove that it was him, but if gut instincts were anything to go by then her gut was shouting at her through a megaphone. She also knew she couldn’t go to the police, they would be quick to implicate her in his crimes. The police needed a scapegoat at the moment and she would not be offering herself up on a silver platter.

“Maybe the police will do their job for once,” she rationalized, beginning to pace up and down the restroom. “Right?” she asked herself, now wringing her hands together.

Saying nothing was a death sentence for The Riddler’s next victim, while speaking up could condemn a potentially innocent man. In the end, Winnie decided on the worst decision she could think of in this situation. Pretending to be blissfully ignorant of everything around her.

~~~x~~

With every passing day the tension grew higher and higher in Gotham, it was like the city was in a pressure cooker. The symbol of The Riddler, a simple question mark, was everywhere. It was inescapable: news coverage, graffitied walls she had to walk pass, or the graffitied buses and subways she rode. The curved punctuation mark tormented her, mocking her for the vow of silence she selfishly took. Little did she know the true torment had merely just begun.

It started off with small, albeit strange things happening to her and her surroundings. In Winnie’s apartment, items were being mysteriously moved in places she didn’t recall originally putting them. That’s when she also noticed some of her clothes began disappearing and she knew for sure she had folded them and put them in the drawer. Just this week, her favorite shorts to dance in had up and vanished. Winnie began to wonder if her own paranoia was starting to mess with her head or if she should be legitimately concerned.

Her vindication came in the form of the soft and subtly elegant tune of Swan Lake emanating from her record player after a long night of ballet practice. That record player had been unplugged for weeks. Winnie’s key to her apartment remained stuck in the lock, her blood running cold. Only one person knew her undying love of Swan Lake and Tchaikovsky.

“Is...he behind this door?” she thought.

Winnie let out a shaking, heavy breath and slowly turned the key. She swung the door open, hoping to catch him off guard. Only, instead, it was her who was completely unprepared at what she was staring at.

Winnie was paralyzed in fear, to the point she felt like her feet were glued down to the floor. Her gym bag slid off her shoulder with a soft thud, the sound barely registering with her. Next to the record player was her sewing mannequin, dressed in the costume, she was supposed to wear in the next show. There was a message scrawled on her whiteboard calendar.

Can’t wait to see you in this for your performance. :)

“He’s….he’s been fucking watching me, stalking me,” Winnie whispered in horror.

Sleep did not come easy that night, if any came at all.

The next incident happened on a Saturday afternoon. Winnie finally had a day to herself, free to do whatever she wanted and it was the perfect day to run errands and do chores she had been putting off. Grocery shopping, check. Clean her apartment up, check. Laundry, done. It was a busy morning for Winnie and a well deserved nap was in store for her, so that’s what she did. With her feet up and earbuds in, she lounged on her couch listening to a playlist of Debussy. The last she heard before drifting off was the quiet melody of Clair de lune.

When she woke hours later, Winnie’s eyes fluttered open, her vision blurred with sleep. She blinked a few times to readjust her eyes and slowly gazed around the still sunny living room—this wasn’t the living room. Winnie was in her bedroom, tucked underneath the covers. She inhaled sharply, her gaze lowering to her hands now feeling a foreign object between them. It was a single rose, perfectly placed in between the fingers of her hands that were on top of each other.

Suddenly, the sound of violins playing sent Winnie scrambling to get out of the covers. She searched the room wildly, this tune, she recognized the song. ‘The Sleeping Beauty’. Winnie felt panic bubbling within, her chest heaving up and down. Pressing a fist in her mouth did nothing to suppress the screams that tore from her throat.

Winnie’s teary eyes flickering across the room, waiting for him, to come out his from his hiding place. That’s when her eyes zeroed in on her vanity, her mirror had been defaced. The glass was covered in red writing, Winnie lowered her gaze to the red lipstick that was uncapped and undeniably the culprit of the marks on the mirror. Her eyes bounced back to the message on her mirror.

Roses are red

Violets are blue

Please don’t think I’m not missing you

Another earsplitting screech erupted from Winnie that barely her fist could contain. Lightly sobbing, she crumpled to the floor, her body shaking from the crippling fear that was consuming her.

~~~x~~~

A few days had passed and things had quieted down in her apartment, something that should’ve brought her peace but instead freaked Winnie out more. Nothing was moved out of place, her clothes weren’t going missing, no more messages, and she remained untouched if she fell asleep on her couch. The sudden influx of activity in her apartment to abrupt stillness made her uneasy. Being terrorized in her own home was starting to take it’s toll on her.

“Winnie, you look like shit,” Jane said, sliding into the seat across from her.

 “Trust me, I know,” she replied, mindlessly playing with her lunch.

Bags had formed underneath her eyes, dark bags, which she didn’t even bother to hide with makeup. She was too tired to try.

“Are you alright?” Jane asked softly. “We’re all worried about you,” she added.

“I’m just tired and stressed. Really, really stressed,” Winnie explained, her eyes never reaching her coworker’s.

“Winnie,” Jane called, her voice taking on a serious tone. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

Winnie opened mouth, almost ready to her spill guts about everything she’s been enduring, but changed her mind at the last minute.

“Yeah,” she replied. “I’m fine though, honestly,” she reassured, a half grin on her lips. “I just need rest,” she added.

“Then get some,” Jane stated. “Go, I’ll cover for you,”

That conversation kept replaying itself in her head, and how she was a hair’s breadth away from getting help, but didn’t; she didn’t want Jane to get in dragged into this. Grabbing a water bottle from the refrigerator, Winnie raised her head up from behind the door and closed the only source of light in the room. When she spun around she was greeted with a figure towering over her. The bottle fell from her grasp and a shriek almost escaped her lips, but the man quickly covered her mouth and nose with a cloth, muffling her screams. A strong whiff of chemicals went up Winnie’s nostrils as she clawed at the man’s hands, and the more she fought back the harder he pressed the cloth against her face.

She could feel her body her giving out, darkness creeping at the corner of her eyes. Winnie tried to scream at the top of her lungs, but that all came out was a weak grunt and the man quietly shushed her as she sank down into his arms. The last thing Winnie saw before everything slowly faded to black was the bespectacled eyes of a man wearing a leather mask.

~~~x~~~

With a quiet groan, Winnie slowly regained consciousness, struggling to lift her eyelids. She felt groggy and dizzy, as if she had a hangover. The dull sensation of numbness spread across her body, and her mouth felt dry and itchy, like there was a cotton ball lodged in her throat. Distress must've shown on her face as she suddenly felt fingers reach out and gently smooth some hair back from her face, tucking the hair behind her ear. Another groan escaped Winnie.

“Why does everything hurt? What happened?” Winnie thought, as she tried to piece together what was going on, but it was hard to focus with the loud pounding in her head.

“Shh, you’re okay,” a familiar voice soothed.

Winnie’s eyes snapped open, her vision still slightly blurred. Her breath hitched in her throat, while her stomach began to churn. In any other circumstance, she would’ve found his voice and his soft gestures endearing, but now it left her feeling sick. However, she couldn’t ignore that in some twisted way, her heart fluttered by the mere presence of him. The panic rising in Winnie effectively cleared her mind and helped the events of the last hour come rushing back to her.

Slowly, Winnie lifted her head up and there she was, eye to eye with a still masked Edward, or should she say, The Riddler. Fear gripped her and she goes to push him away from her, only to find that her hands refused to move. She was bound with hemp rope at her wrists and ankles. Frantically, she tried to break her restraints even letting out a desperate scream only for it to come out muffled.

The reason she felt cotton in her mouth was because there actually was.

“Winnie stop, or you’ll hurt yourself,” Edward said, his tone lecturing.

She shouted a muffled “fuck you” towards him, can’t believing the audacity of him to be chiding her in this situation. Edward sighed only shaking his head before bending down to be on the same eye level with her.

“I'm going to untie this gag from your mouth, but you can't scream if I do, okay?" he informed, leaning forward and positioning his face inches from hers. “Because if you scream then it has to go back on, and I don’t want to be forced to do that,”

Winnie glared at him, rage coursing through her veins. He’s framing this like’s it her fault somehow. She would be causing him pain if she didn’t remain quiet about her own abduction. Her hands began to shake in her restraints. Edward was the one that abducted her. He is the reason she is currently bound to a chair and gagged. She is the one who is in pain.

After a tense couple of seconds, she slowly nod her head in agreement, a glare still on her face. Edward reached his hands out untying the knot of the bandana and removing the cloth from her mouth.

“There, much better,” he muttered, and took a step away from her. "How is your head feeling?"

Her glare deepened, "Fucking fantastic Edward,” Winnie hissed bitterly. “Nothing feels better than being drugged," she added, watching him pull his mask off.

She wasn’t sure what reaction she was expecting from him, maybe shame or even guilt. Winnie was not expecting him to start smiling at her, it was almost like he was relieved.

“Oh, have I missed your sarcasm, Winnie,” Edward breathed, placing his mask on a nearby table. “And I have missed so many things about you,” he continued, approaching her again. “I missed the way your eyes crinkle when you laugh, how radiant you are when dancing, biting your bottom lip when I give you a riddle to solve.” he listed, circling around her as a predator would stalk its prey.

“I don’t see how since you’ve been watching me this whole time,” Winnie bit out.

“You’re right,” he admitted casually. “But watching through a camera and watching in person are two very different things,” he clarified, and shiver went down her spine at the statement. Out of nowhere, he stooped down to sniff her hair. “I also missed the way your hair smelt of honey or pomegranate,” Edward remarked, nuzzling his nose into her coils. “Today, it smells of honey,” he noted.

“I guess you would also know my hair products because you’ve broken into my apartment several fucking times!”

“A great deal more than that actually, Winnie Fiona O’Connor,” Edward corrected calmly, and her body tensed. “I know: your bra size, exact foundation shade you wear for summer and winter, ring size, social security number, passwords to your phone and laptop—which I should commend you for keeping your laptop camera covered not most people do-“

“Stop!” Winnie yelled, eyes clenched shut and her body trembling.

“And your kindness, how could I ever forget the very thing that drew me to you like a magnet,” he continued, softly running the back of his fingers along her jawline before she jerked away. “Everyone else saw me as a loner, a weirdo, but not you. You were different than them,”

“You-You disgust me-“

“Why haven’t you went to the police then?” Edward asked curiously, tilting his head. “You’re an intelligent woman, Winnie. I imagine you must’ve known it was me for quite some time,” he went on. “Maybe you’ve known from the very beginning,” he suggested. “And yet you remained silent this whole time,” he pointed out, pacing in front of her. “Maybe it was because you missed me. You did miss me, didn’t you?” he asked, coming to a stop to look at her.

Winnie had the feeling he wouldn't say anything else until she spoke it out loud, the truth. And that was she did miss Edward, but she couldn’t—no, wouldn’t admit that out loud to him. Instead, she let her silence be her answer, something he smirked at, because he knew she did miss him. Winnie merely stared at Edward, still frustrated and upset with herself for still having feelings for him.

“If I did go to the police,” she said, finally breaking the silence. “You would’ve end up murdering me on your next live stream,” she retorted.

“No!” Edward snapped, his features darkening. 

And for a brief moment, Winnie saw it. The anger that was always brimming at the surface; just like in the clips she saw online. He was a like a volcano, ready to erupt at any given time. Edward suddenly lunged towards her causing her to flinch and emit a startled whimper as he took a hold of her bound hands.

“I wouldn’t hurt you,” he stated, his hand squeezing hers more out of excitement than comfort. “I haven’t hurt you,” he said feverishly, his breath coming out in uneven, rapid bursts. “Remember, that night on your living room couch we agreed,” he continued, kissing her knuckles.

Winnie shook her head vigorously, “No,” she breathed.

“Yes, yes, we agreed that this city needed to be cleansed,” he recalled, and she refused to look at him. His fingers wrapped themselves around her chin, forcefully bringing her eyes to his again. “You said it yourself Winnie, ‘there’s not enough bleach in the world to get rid of the stain of corruption in Gotham’,” Edward repeated.

Winnie’s stomach dropped, hearing her words twisted to mean something completely else. Edward’s hands moved to cup her cheeks, his gaze piercing.

“You see Gotham like I do,” he said, nodding his head. “A city that needs to be purged of its sins,” he explained, softly stroking her skin.

Winnie shook her head again, “That’s not what I meant, and you-you know that,” she responded. “You will not use my words as license to murder and terrorize this city,”

“Winnie,” he began, dropping his thumb to her mouth and tracing her lips with the pad of his finger. “I’m trying to clean this city up so the little guys can stand a chance here,” Edward informed, dragging the plump flesh apart.

“You’re scaring people, that’s what you’re doing,”

“I also wanted to make the city safer for you,”

Winnie gasped, her breath getting involuntarily caught in her throat. Edward crouched down in front of her, beginning to untie the rope from her left ankle.

“It wasn’t originally in my plans, but them I met you and look at what this city has done to you, Winnie,” he said, tossing aside the rope and massaging the bone. “You become a victim of assault and an attempted robbery and what do the police do? Nothing,” he reminded, freeing her other ankle.

She flexed her feet, grateful for the circulation flowing to her toes again. This was it, this was her chance to escape. Once he undid the rope across her chest and the rope on her wrists.

“You and your colleagues are stretched thin when it comes to funding for the arts program and what does the Mayor do? Nothing,” Edward said, answering his own question again.

“Stop trying to make yourself seem noble from what you’re doing,” Winnie said, a scowl on her face before glancing down to her wrists and rubbed the angry, red skin.

“Do you think you’re being noble, defending Gotham, a city that is not worthy enough of your presence?” Edward questioned, gripping the chair on each side effectively keeping her trapped.

She turned her attention back to him and her heart skipped a beat as his penetrating green eyes looked right through her dark brown ones.

“I could run, one well placed kick to the groin or the shin would do it...” she thought. “So, why aren’t I doing it?”

Edward looked deep into her eyes, keeping the full force of his stare on her and Winnie knew, she knew that he saw the realization in her eyes at the validity of his point.

“Let me give you a city worth living in Winnie,” he whispered. “Worthy of someone like you,” he added, running his hand over her hair.

Edward rested his forehead against hers their noses brushing against each other. Unconsciously, she found herself leaning into the touch. She could hear every breath he took. How could she not hate him for terrorizing for weeks? Abducting her this very night from her home? Slowly, painfully slow, Winnie was beginning to wonder if she was losing her mind.

“This is wrong Eddie,” Winnie whispered back.

“What’s wrong is that you’re an angel living in Hell,”

Edward pressed a feather light kiss to her lips and went to pull away, but Winnie cupped his face with her hands, pulling him back to deepen the kiss.

“Tonight, you belong to me,” he murmured, smirking against her lips.

[shadyteacup]

OMG pm Dazai dating y/n and leaves without saying anything,,,, reunion when chuuya is interrogating him in their “dungeon” area, y/n sees him and flat out ignores him until her and chuuya leave, when she full on KISSES chuuya AND WALKS AWAY mmmm angst c:

Tasty angst.. Here I come! This was an amazing idea! I loved writing it♡

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Dazai Osamu x fem! Reader x Chuuya Nakahara

Tw: slight nsfw(kissing), angst, strong language.

"Hey Chuuya, I got here as soon as you called. So, what's the matter?"

You say, walking up to the redhead, a smile on your face.

Noticing the grim look on your friend's face, your smile drops, a concerned look replacing it.

"Chuuya? What's wrong? And why hasn't Osamu arrived?"

Chuuya grit his teeth at your words, and tightened his fists.

"That bastard left."

"What?"

"He left the mafia, Y/N. He abandoned us."

You couldn't believe your ears. No way. You loved him. He loved you too, didn't he? Didn't he?! How.. Why.. When?

"Is this some sick joke, Chuuya? Because I don't appreciate it. It's a very stupid prank. You know how cranky I get when you wake me up in the middle of my sleep. I don't appreciate-"

Chuuya grabbed your shoulders, shaking you. He thought that this was the only way to help you understand. To tell you, that this wasn't some prank. It was true. Dazai had left the the mafia. But what's worse, is that he left the two of you, without as much as a mention of his plan.

"He left, Y/N! He left us! It's not a joke! He.. He's gone.."

Chuuya's grip on you slowly loosened as he teared up. His voice cracked.

You teared up, too. Your mouth was agape, wanting to say so much, express so much, but not knowing how.

"But.. he didn't even say goodbye.."

Chuuya shook his head, gritting his teeth.

"He didn't bother to say goodbye."

....

"Chuuya, you down here?"

That voice.. It belonged to Dazai's lover. He could recognize that voice anywhere. The honey like tone, and the soothing pitch; it had to be Y/N.

Dazai's heart was beating at 1000 kilometers per hour, and he feared that if you came close enough, it would leap out of his chest and tango on the floor.

Every step you took, the sharp sound of your heel against the floor reverberated through the dark dungeons.

The last time he had seen you was the night before he left the mafia. He hadn't told you about his departure, and had simply vanished the next day. He didn't try contacting you, and neither did you try to find out about him. He assumed that you were fine with his decision. But he knew that this assumption was probably wrong. You hated being lied to. You were one of those people that took time to open up to someone, but once they did, they would trust them fully. And he had gone ahead and broken that trust. He had backstabbed you. You were probably livid. Maybe you're coming down here to give him a piece of your mind. Dazai shuddered at the thought of being on the receiving end of your anger. Anybody who witnessed your angry side never lived to tell the tale.

Finally, your outline could be seen above the stairs. You were standing there casually, your hands in the pockets of the Mafia style coat draped over your lithe form. Your coat looked expensive. It most probably was. You were an executive, afterall. You had been since you were 15. You were probably filthy rich by now. Your hair looked as silky as he remembered it to be. A few strands gracefully framed your elegant and chiseled face. You had definitely grown up over the years. The maturity in your eyes, the sharpened features of your face and the soft curves of your body proved it. Dazai couldn't help but stare at his true love, the woman he had fallen for a few years ago, and the one who he was head over heels for now. He simply froze in his place, eyes widenening and mouth slightly agape as he took in your form.

You began strutting down the stairs, observing the prisoner. For a split second, Dazai could spot surprise flash through your eyes.

"Y/N... I didn't want to get you down here.."

Chuuya spoke, a scared look on his face. He was terrified of what you would do if you saw Dazai down here. Part of him knew you hated him, and might lash out on him. That was fine. But what scared him was the other possibility. The other part of him thought that you might forgive him. Considering your kind nature, you might fall prey to Dazai's sweet, manipulative words and forgive him. He would be devastated if you did that. The brunette has caused a lot of pain to you, and Chuuya would absolutely hate it if you decided to be compassionate and forget all that pain. All those tears were shed over the bastard. He couldn't bear to see you ignore all that.

"Yeah, you went out of the way to avoid telling me. I got to know from Tachihara."

You rolled your eyes, smiling at the fiery haired man.

Chuuya fisted his hands, anger building up in his stomach.

"Don't lash out on him! I had to threaten the poor boy to get the info out of him."

You said, holding your hands up to placate him.

You came to stand right next to him.

"I wanted to know if dinner is still on."

Dazai watched the two of you in silence. He wanted to say so much to you, but he couldn't if stupid short rack stayed here.

Well, he didn't have an option. He had to talk to you. And now was the only time he'd get.

"Y/N! It's been so long, hasn't it?"

He grinned at you, waiting for you to grin back or scowl at him.

You looked at him without bothering to face him. You raised an eyebrow, and focused your attention back to Chuuya.

Dazai was heartbroken at that. You never used to ignore him. You used to always be so enthusiastic and encouraging. This is the first time you've ignored him.

"Y/N. I'm so sorry. I know I should have said something, but I was stupid back then. I didn't know how to say, and what to say... I... I love you.. please, will you hear me out?"

His voice cracked. He meant every word he had just uttered. He loved you. Back then, when he left the mafia, he was only 19. Leaving the mafia was the best decision he had ever made in his life. But the way he executed it was wrong. It was stupid. He had lost you.

Chuuya gulped. This is exactly what he had feared.

You finally faced Dazai, hands still in your pockets. Your face held a look of mild intrigue, almost as if you were enjoying this.

You tilted your head to side, eyeing his worn out state.

Without a word, you faced Chuuya.

"I'm starving. Meet me at our usual place."

Chuuya was shocked at your lack of response. He nodded nonetheless.

"Alright. Get started without me. I might take a while."

You placed a hand on his shoulder, and were about to turn to leave.

"Y/N! Please, just hear me out!"

Dazai had never begged anyone other than Odasaku in his life. He had only ever pleaded Oda to not go destroy Mimic. Nobody other than Odasaku had seen Osamu Dazai ever plead to anyone about anything. The demon prodigy of the Mafia always found a way to get what he wanted.

Chuuya was left gaping at the scene.

You grabbed Chuuya's neck, and placed your palm on his cheek. Drawing him in, you kissed him. Right in front of Dazai. You deepened the kiss as Chuuya pulled you in further, leaving no room between the two of you. Tongues danced together, setting an erratic beat, as the two of you got lost in the kiss. The air supply was getting low, and Chuuya needed to come back for air, but you pulled him before he could do so. The lack of oxygen made his eyes flutter close, and he felt light headed. You devoured his mouth, tasting him. Finally pulling back, you bit his bottom lip, and licked it.

Chuuya felt weak in the knees. This wasn't the first time you had kissed him. Hell, you both had done a lot more than just kiss. But it always left him flabbergasted and breathless.

You wasted no time as you turned and walked away, leaving the dungeons after saying a ,"Hope to see you soon!", to Chuuya.

As you disappeared above the stairs, Dazai felt his heart shatter. He felt a pang in his chest, and tears surfaced in his eyes. He exhausted all his energy and self control in keeping his tears in and maintaining a nonchalant posture.

Chuuya was elated. He couldn't express how happy he was even in a thousand words. The love you both shared was strong, and what happened just now had proven it to him. In a twisted way, he was glad that Dazai had left, as it led him to form a beautiful relationship with you.

While Chuuya glowed from giddiness, Dazai cracked on the inside, and felt hollow. He thought that this was what he deserved. Afterall, he was the one who had caused immense pain to you. It's only fair for you to return the favor.

His hair hid half of his face, but Chuuya could easily spot the tears streaming down his cheeks. Chuuya felt bad for him, for Dazai was once his friend. But Dazai had this coming. He had hurt you, and Chuuya is planning to hurt him in return for that.

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