#maybe they’re in a private area of the lounge you don’t know

[fishy-strawberries]

hello Ilsalanna nation <3

I’ve seen ppl redrawing this tweet as their favourite sapphic ships and I had to make one too 🤍 (under the cut)

[silica]

Tarot • pick a pile • general reading

What new friends are coming into your life?

Pile 1 — Pile 2 — Pile 3

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Please pick the pile or image you feel the most drawn to

Pile 1

Pile 1, it seems you’ve had a pattern of feeling out of place in a lot of the friend groups you’ve been a part of previously. Feeling lost with who to commit your time to. Who to trust. Who to be.

The cards are telling me that this a pattern your growing wiser to now. And something that, with the right attention to your feelings, will make navigating friendships a lot easier. Listening to your own thoughts and emotions when socialising with people, instead of over-accommodating other’s, will make your decisions solid. Utilising your own guidance will gain you the friendships that feel cohesive with who you are/want to be.

Pile 1 I do have to warn you that to break the patterns of old friendships eroding you’ll need to tap into your own inner guidance more. Less falling victim to false narratives and betrayals, less prioritising your own pride and social benefit in the short term. More focus on genuine connections and not feeding into the compulsions to fit in all the time.

I think your new friends coming into your life will be more in sync with you than previous friend groups. If you break the cycle of previous behaviour, you’ll naturally find and connect with these people. No need to worry how or where, as following your own interests and hobbies will bring you to them quite naturally. You just gotta chill out and be mindful of yourself and it’ll all work out.

Your new friends all together have a jovial and youthful approach to life. Though it’s practical and balanced. Knowing how to have fun when it counts but keeping the ball rolling in the important areas of life too. I think meeting them will teach you how to ground yourself better in your own life. And how to better walk away from things that don’t serve you. I think this may come as a bigger shift in your thinking / approach to life than you realise. Focused effort foresight and self evaluation will manifest the company that will be harmonious with you. This will all likely happen by chance as a whim of your manifestations. These friends will show up in your life when you are ready.

I get the vibe you may be a younger person, maybe early-mid twenties as confirmation for some.

Word oracle :

Death - death of the old self/patterns

Assistant - help from others/facilitating your growth

Surgery - self examination/turning inwards

Honey - kindness and compassion/feeling stuck

Republic - overwhelmed by the politics of other people

Potential names : Shelly, Vickie, Jeff, Eric, Robert

Pile 2

Pile 2, I think a new best friend may be coming into your life sometime soon. A loyal and true friend. Someone you have the capacity to connect with on a deep level. As this may have been something you’ve lacked currently. Not that you have no one to talk to, but having a bestie you really jive with and can share it all will be a real blessing. I think this new person will be a very fair individual, they believe in a strong sense of give and take in friendships. And I think this is something you agree with as well, not wanting to tolerate mooching or one sided connections. Though I feel they may have a judgemental side to them, so that’s a potential flaw there. Who knows, maybe the good side of this is all the hot gossip you’ll both share. At their core they are a good person, loyal, a ride or die friend. They’re a chill person, likely similar to you, as your energy matches when you do activities together. I see a lot of lounging and fun talks between you both. Very safe feeling.

Pile 2, I must say this about you though, the cards are warning me of potential blockages on your end: with the way you approach friendships. I feel you may be more on the introverted side, and prefer keeping things private when possible. This has protected you at some point, and being able to disconnect from these things can be beneficial, letting water glide of your back, though this is not one of those times. You need to be willing to bridge the distance a bit more to this new friend as you grow closer. Turning tail from something that would be of benefit to you because of self important fears will inevitably disappoint you.

Star Trek may be of significance to you. Other confirmations may be relayed to FNAF or telenovela. These could be interests of your friend or you, maybe shared. I’m getting the vibe you may be both teenagers or enjoy things considered youthful. Maybe you share an interest in fandom culture.

Word oracle :

Assistance - the balanced approach of give and take, helping each other

Growth - help with opening up

Speaker - talking more on things that interest you

Investment - this is something you’ll both have to invest in

Thing - there may end up being an object or thing of interest that takes form as a symbolism of your friendship or as an inside joke that brings you closer to each other

Potential names : Layla, Jan, Kathy, Catherine, Smith, Sam, Samantha - they may have a nickname they like to use

Pile 3

Pile 3, I think you will be gaining perhaps three new friends soon. (Or something of that number)

You’ve previously lacked foresight and the actions to put yourself out there, failing to take on opportunities for meeting people. And feeling the loneliness that comes from that biting you in the ass. I think you need to be kinder to yourself on this one, seems like something you’ve beaten yourself up over. Not having the friends in your life that you’d like. Recognising negative patterns of behaviour in yourself is good, but use that knowledge for change and not shame.

Trust your instincts and intuition, this is a very notable message from your cards. Follow where you’re lead and don’t fret too much about it. Let yourself be led out into the world, and socialise a bit more. Follow through and put in the effort to try and foster connections with people that genuinely click with you. This will require strength, as social interaction can be messy at times, you might feel rejected, but that is inevitable in life. You just have to keep going and you’ll land yourself at the gold mine if you look for it.

Effort in friendships is a sustained effort, acting flighty won’t help you. Sit in your feelings a bit more and you’ll find the best solution no matter the situation. You’re smart pile 3, embrace it. I suspect the people you’ll meet will share your perspectives on a lot of things, and challenge your perceptions of other things in a positive light.

I think your new friends will be mature in direction and forethought. Aligned with their values and beliefs. I feel this is an important trait to you, solid morals. I don’t actually have much to say about them other than they will great friends to you, very suited to where you’re at in life at the moment. This reading is a bit more about you in a way. Letting yourself be seen and putting in the effort to manifest yourself a proper friend group. It’s very sweet. Very mature in a way, despite your worries otherwise. Beware of your self doubt. As that could block you from getting out there.

Confirmations could be bird watching, or movies/cinema, maybe you’ll meet them via work, a shared profession or hobby. Photography.

I feel you may have reached a decent point of financial stability and are now turning your sights to your social needs now that you feel more secure.

Word oracle :

Homework - maybe you work from home or are more of homebody, switching mainly from work to straight home and not getting out much

Television - you might watch a lot it, your new friends may share your tastes or enjoy talking to you about them

Appointment - specific timing or events

Technology - tech savvy

Activity - finding new hobbies or meet ups

Potential names : Janette, Minnie, Ethel, Sue/Stue, Stephen/Stephenie

[420collectivemadrid]

4 Things You Need to Know Before Visiting Weed Clubs in Madrid

Madrid has become world-renowned for its vibrant cannabis social club scene. As tourism continues rising, visitors increasingly seek out these private member-based clubs as a way to legally consume cannabis in Spain. However, there are some key details to know before visiting one of many private Weed Clubs in Madrid.

Understanding the legal landscape, getting a member invite, proper club etiquette, and finding the right club for you are essentials for any first-timer. Arm yourself with this critical knowledge so your maiden voyage into the Cannabis club Madrid scene starts as smoothly and enlightening as the herb itself!

Cannabis Clubs Operate in a Legal Grey Area

First and foremost - understand that cannabis clubs rely on confidentiality to offer weed legally in Madrid. Neither totally illegal nor 100% within the law, these Weed Clubs in Madrid walk a fine line thanks to Spain’s decriminalization of cannabis for personal, private use only.

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Cannabis social clubs establish private spaces for legal personal consumption through strict privacy and membership rules. Authorities often turn a blind eye to personal cultivation and consumption, but clubs need to self-regulate to stay operational.

Visitors to Amsterdam-style coffee shops often misinterpret a crucial detail: thinking clubs are open to everyone and openly promoted. This couldn’t be farther from reality in Madrid’s scene. Discretion and exclusivity are central to success.

You Must Enter Accompanied by a Current Member

Given the private nature of social clubs, they obviously don’t advertise addresses or contact info publicly. In fact, you can't enter one without a personal invitation from an existing member!

Whether you’re a tourist or local, every single Smoking Club Madridneeds an intro by a current member before allowing entry to new visitors. Some enforce this via formal paper invites; others operate more casually through member word-of-mouth. But no matter what - no member invite, entry, or exceptions.

So tapping your network of Spain-based contacts should be priority one when planning a club visit. Alternatively, hang out near popular clubs and politely ask passersby about connecting you upon entry. Just understand secrecy is the lifeblood of this scene - so discretion goes a long way!

Mind Your Manners!

Smoking Club Madrid prides itself on providing communal spaces promoting cannabis culture. Leave assumptions or poor etiquette at the door! Cannabis Social Club Membership appreciates visitors showing genuine interest in learning the vision behind their establishment with open-mindedness.

Avoid awkward blunders like immediately asking staff, “Where’s the weed at??” upon entry when they’re still gauging your vibe. Let them take the lead in offering tour introductions first. Volunteer little until you understand the lay of the land better. Once clued into etiquette norms, by all means spark thoughtful dialogue comparing Spain’s scene to your homeland over some fine imported flower.

Find The Club That's Right For You

With over 100 Smoking Club Madrid, familiarizing yourself with the diversity of settings and specialties on offer is key to finding your perfect match.

Consider what experience you seek before joining one. Seek out boutique clubs offering exotic imported strains if expanding your cannabis-tasting palate motivates you. Or maybe a lounge doubling as art gallery and showcasing Spain’s best homegrown organic buds is more your speed. If looking to socialize and puff with locals, find where the young creative set mingle. With the right research and member connections, an unbelievable cannabis club experience awaits in Spain’s capital.

Conclusion

Visiting a cannabis club promises an eye-opening cultural experience in Madrid. Follow these 4 tips to steer your maiden voyage smoothly. From grasping legalities clubs operate under, to proper etiquette as a guest, and ultimately finding the perfect partner club to call home in Madrid - success lies in understanding unique realities facing this rapidly growing phenomenon. Ready to dive in yet? Let your member guide introduce you today!

[miyaniacs]

Sanzu, Ran & Rindou as your best friends

Warnings: fem reader, mentions of death, hospital, drug overuse, cheating

shared playlist

It was three am and the three of you were chilling on top of Rans car watching the city lights, while also arguing about the songs Sanzu kept on playing - hence why there is now a shared playlist and everyone that isn’t part of your trio would definitely question your sanity based on that playlist.

no sleep

Getting comfy in your pajamas, you walk into the kitchen to make yourself some good night tee, a face mask still on your face- as your phone rings.

“Who’s in the hospital now?” You ask Rindou.

“You if you’re not ready in 5 minutes.” Sanzu screams from somewhere next to Rin.

“I - what??”

“Just get ready to come to the club with us. Ran is already waiting.” Rindou says

“KOKO WILL BE THERE !!!” Sanzu screams again, “SO GET YOUR SLUTTY DRESS!”

what’s work?

If you want to work- do it! But make sure to put your ig on private so your coworkers don’t see who your besties are. But… why should you work if you got them? At least that’s what they think? They all don’t have a girlfriend so they just spoil you - including paying for your rent - because they can’t let you live somewhere that doesn’t match their aesthetic? Or don’t be dressed in designer clothes from head to toe? I mean? They let themselves be seen with you in public?

And if you do work- be prepared for everyone gossiping about you the second one of them picks you up after work in a Bugatti.

what’s a boyfriend?

They have a file on every male you ever laid eyes on. They can’t let their precious princess get close to a gut that isn’t up their level?

Somehow no guy ever texted you back after a date or approaches you in public?

And when you ask them, they swear (!!!) they haven’t done anything!

But standing behind you with a death glare is enough already. And is it their fault to go and have a talk with your date after they had the audacity to even think about kissing you at the first date? No. Definitely not.

But who needs a boyfriend if you got three handsome men that’d drop everything when you call?

cuddles.

That said - you also have the honor to be able to just cuddle with them and be one of the only females to ever get into their apartment ( I mean pls as if they let a hookup in there ).

They’re practically your boyfriend and you’re their girlfriend - minus the sexy part.

chilling at their meetings

Being bored in Ran’s office while he’s at one of their meetings, you decided to join. Everyone already knows you so why not?

Walking towards the room you quickly knock and open it, already seeing Sanzu’s bright smile as he sees you.

“Come in.” Mikey says with a small smile. Walking inside you feel Rindou’s arm wrap around your waist, as he pulls you on his lap. getting comfortable on him, you feel him wrapping both arms around you, pulling you closer, placing his chin on your shoulder. The members of the different gang stopped talking and stare at you. “Go on. I want to get done with this.” Ran smiles a bit too friendly towards them.

heartbroken

Tears stream down your face as you slam the door to your boyfriends bedroom close. Or ex you guess? Whatever he is after being balls deep into some other girl.

Without actually thinking about it, your legs bring you to the bonten headquarter.

With blurry eyes you walk inside & see some of them sitting in the lounging area. Immediately two of them jump up the second they see you: “what happened?!” Koko asks. While you hear Wakasa call the Sanzu and the others.

“He’s fucking someone else.” You sob and wrap your arms around yourself.

“How’d you know? Maybe it’s just a-“ Koko begins but you interrupt him. “I SAW them fucking.”

“Where.“ A voice from behind you asks.

Sanzu asks out of breath, his Katana still in his hand.

“His bedroom.” You sob and now wrap your arms around the nearest person, which happens to be Koko. He warps his arms around you, holding your head closer to his chest and gently stroking your back.

“Where is she where is she where -“ Rindou and Ran come running into the room. While Ran stops, Rindou walks towards you and pulls you out of Koko’s arms into his own.

Timeskip to the news reporting that the police found body parts of a young man in the river - whose identity is still unknown.

hospitals

It’s 4 am and you wake up from the constant buzzing of your phone. You see Ran’s caller ID light up and you answer sleepy: “Yes?”

“___ Hospital now.” He says his voice sounds somehow broken. And you immediately wake up already looking for your hoodie.

“Who?” You ask, yet instead of answering he simply says: “It was too much. Way too much.”

You’ve never drove so fast. Running into the hospital you see some of the members standing in front of a room and you slow down. None of them dares to look into your eyes. Your hand shakes as you open the door.

Inside you see Mikey, Ran & Rindou sitting around the bed. His pink hair looks way too vibrant compared to his lifeless face. The constant noise of the machines signaling you that he is still alive, yet he doesn’t look alive.

Kneeling down next to the bed you take his cold hand and put it against your cheek.

You don’t know how long you stayed here, but the sun was already long up when you wake up by someone gently caressing your cheek. Looking up you look at Sanzu’s blue eyes. “Guess it’s really time for therapy?” He jokes.

shopping spree

Yes. They do throw away your whole closet and pick out a new one for you. And sadly you have to admit that their taste is way too good.

You’re staying in the dressing room and they bring new clothes for you to try on and whichever they think looks good, goes straight to the cashier.

Are you their own dress up doll? Yes.

But you love it.

stealing Ran’s hair gel.

Yes. That’s it. You, Rindou and Sanzu mad it your life mission to hide every possible hair gel from Ran. Does he get more bitches now? Yes. Would he ever admit it and the fact that he likes his hair down more now? No.

heartbroken pt.2

“Is the dress okay?” You ask for nth time and spin around looking in the mirror.

“Yes. Yes y/n it is.” Ran, who’s currently laying face down on your bed sighs.

“And the lipstick? Is red too much? Or OMG what if he wants to kiss me? Should I just use some lipgloss???” You panic.

“HE KILLS PEOPLE. He shouldn’t be ‘afraid’ of some red lipstick.” Sanzu rolls his eyes.

“He saw your ugly ass crying your heart out. “It’s a miracle that he even asked you out.” Rindou’s says and leans his head on the bed, his arms crossed.

“Okay but what-“ you get interrupted by your doorbell. “Omg he’s here. Fuck.” You look at the three males in pure shock.

“Well yeah it’s 8pm. And he said he’d pick you up at 8.” Ran laughs and gets up, to open the door.

“Ahhhhhhh kokoooooo are those for meeeeee?” He asks dramatically while opening the door.

“Shut up Haitani.” Koko rolls his eyes and looks behind Ran. A smile spreads on his face as soon as he sees you walking out of your room.

“Hey.” You say shyly, not daring to look up at him, your eyes fixed on the flowers in his hand.

“You look absolutely stunning darling.” He says softly. “They don’t match your beauty but I still hope you like them.” He says and hands you the flowers.

“Omfg I’m throwing up.” Rindou says, leaning against the doorframe of your bedroom.

“Shut up Rin, our little princess is growing up.” Sanzu says and wipes away an imaginary tear.

“I’m sorry they are still here.” You sigh and hand Ran the flowers.

“Put them in some water and make sure to lock the door when you go. I’m out.”

Fast forward and you’re now sitting on Koko’s lap during meetings, while he occasionally places soft kisses on your shoulder or neck.

Whenever you talk about what cute thing Koko did, Sanzu and Ran are practically mirroring the happiness you radiate, yet Ran noticed the happiness Rindou’s showing isn’t as genuine as it used to be whenever he was around you.

[userdjarin]

plus one

pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader

rating: explicit

summary: It’s a party, but your colleague Peña is quick to find it stuffy and dull. So, he’ll make an excuse out of spilled wine on his shirt to sneak the two of you away to farther quarters, where he’ll find other ways to entertain you.

warnings: smut, pwp, coworkers/partners to lovers, alcohol+drinking, dry humping, fingering, light dirty talk, praise kink if you squint, unprotected p in v sex, sex where you’re not supposed to, creampie

wc: 6.4k

a/n: gif by me!

masterlist | ao3 | taglist

Peña decides he’s finally had enough when he’s listening to the second retired white guy tonight talk about “absorbing the culture” on a trip to a Southeast Asian country.

He finds an excuse in his peripheral – a passerby coming up behind him from his left. And then, he times it well enough when he subtly shifts in a step backwards.

You’re unsuspecting of it though, and the brief spill of colour in the corner of your eye breaks you away from your feigned nods of interest.

“P- Peña!” you gasp in warning, but it’s too late – the curt splash of his drink is already dyeing his shirt in an appreciable spot.

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“Peña.” The corridor is dark and vacant and still, you whisper to avoid offending, a sharpness in your tone giving weight to your voice where your volume didn’t. “We shouldn’t be here.”

Peña certainly admits that he shares hardly even a fraction of your concern, showing no hesitance when fully pushing past the first set of doors he sees in the hallway. Your steps quicken to catch up to him, a curse silently burning in the back of your throat when the unlocked doors find him an uncomplicated entry.

You’ve long realized now that Peña had purposely spilled his drink on himself to get out of navigating through one more trying conversation with such lavishly lived guests. He excused himself to find a restroom, getting you out of there too by giving you his car keys and asking you to retrieve an extra shirt from the trunk. Except, Peña hadn’t driven tonight. The two of you had shared a taxi here, knowing full well there was going be drinking if you both were to endure any sort of mingling with attendees of an affluence neither of you will ever know.

Neither of you had even wanted to be here, but when your office’s most generous donor hosts a banquet in their home—mansion, you and Peña had been designated to courteously accept the invitation, play nice, and maybe even grease up the other guests with deep pockets. After having done your due diligence with attending and entertaining plenty of wealthy egos, you thought that Peña had found an out for the two of you to stealthily leave the party. But immediately leaving the large reception room, he didn’t veer for an exit. Rather, he proceeded deeper down the bordering corridor instead.

Which now brings you inside the spacious room with top-to-bottom and wall-to-wall bookshelves. The library. It is eclectically decorated – a complementing blend of contemporary styles and antique collections. Never-ending tapestries, plush sofas, spotless rugs. Grandiose in every way. And Peña has already made himself comfortable on one of the tufted armchairs in the lounging area centre of the room, too many arm’s distances away for you to try to recover him any longer.

You sigh your defeat, closing the door behind you as you decide it was a private enough room for a few wandering strides and brief ganders at the museumesque features.

Peña’s head is rolled back on top of the backrest, his eyes closed as if he’s resting from all the wear and tear that a party could possibly inflict on him. “They’re all so far up their own asses, no one will notice us here,” he assures you that a little indifference is something the two of you can actually afford. Though, lazy lips don’t stop him from mumbling his next disgruntled complaint, “All too busy using their ivy league kids to one-up each other.”

You narrowly laugh. But then your eyes are tearing away from him before they immodestly skim the gorgeous stretch of the button-up shirt over his chest, swelling and plunging with each unhurried breath. Your body starts tracing the closest wall, distracting your gaze by slowly following the length of its bookshelf that finds you philosophical buzzwords in the titles on the spines. “I think those kids are very brave for going on all those missionary trips in less fortunate countries.”

The disingenuous bite in your words makes Peña chuckle. And it’s the first you heard from him all night that didn’t feel stiff or unbelonging. The familiarity is warm and comfortable – the Peña you’ve worked so closely alongside with for as long as you have – and it encourages your muscles to imitate him and relax.

“You were always better at this than me,” his eyes open to glance at you now that you’ve rounded the corner to browse the shelves on his left side.

All his eyes must’ve done was just a casual skim of you, but even the briefest feeling of his gaze makes no work of draping the shells of your ears with fever. You train your eyes back on the shelves’ books, letting the tedious details of the different buckram, leather, and suede textured covers bore your senses before the rouge swallows any more of you.

He lifts his arms and folds them behind his head, a tease in his subtle grin and a witty colour in his next words. “You know, work only ever sends me along to these stuffy parties just so I can be your pretty arm candy, right?”

A snort rasps in the back of your throat. It’s that exact charm of his that makes you beg to differ. Your opinion has always been that charisma came with ease to your partner – no one could resist his magnetic smile and cheeky banter. After all, it had certainly won you over.

“Peña, what about your shirt?” you urge, turning your head over your shoulder at him from where you stand, paused in front of a row of ancient Greek epics. You glimpse at the intruding, burgundy stain on his shirt that he has apparently shed all concern for. Clearly, it had been a mere act for his audience, since he wears it now without a bother, having made no attempt to salvage it in the slightest.

He shrugs, assuming nonchalance when instead, the hook in his lips is certainly shaped by mischief. He then says something about the shirt being borrowed from his brother, with his intonation on borrowed more heavily suggesting stolen, and the pursed lips at the tail of his words imply that he has no intentions of returning it.

You shoot him a knowing grin that promises you’ve no judgements to offer up, having briefly met his brother yourself a few months ago when he dropped by the office to pick Peña up for their cousin’s engagement party. He was a prick. A complete foreigner to any of Peña’s melodic allure or the compassion that quietly underlies it. Though, you might be biased, as those very qualities have worked without waste to steal your loyalty from the start.

Your meandering brings you to a broad credenza of solid coffee wood extending across the far back wall. However, what captures your attention isn’t how the length of it sweeps under a stretch of pristine windows overlooking the embellished courtyard outside. Instead, it is the glass display boasting of a sophisticated collection of expensive gins, whiskeys, and brandies.

Having needed to perform a manicured behaviour all night, the two of you had only allowed yourselves a conservative amount of the offered wine and champagne glasses. But here, private and alone, away from pretentious stares or attitudes keen to judge, having already broken so many rules just by being in this room, what’s a drink that will come as a luxury to you but will likely go unnoticed to everyone else? God knows you’ve been needing a real drink all night too. And you know your partner will certainly condone it.

“Hey, Peña.”

When you catch his gaze, the big brown ponds of it that could absolutely drown you for now only makes you lag as you nearly forget which direction you’re supposed to nod towards. As he follows the tilt of your head, you watch the vivid excitement swim from the eyes that widen in anticipation to the feet that spring him up off the armchair, as if the achy knee he’s always complaining about at the office is suddenly of no obstacle.

“Holy shit,” he marvels with the same urgency as the one that brings him next to you in just a few quick, efficient steps. His sprightly interest that erupts from what has otherwise been a dull and straining night comes as refreshing and puts a near delirious smile on your lips.

Promptly after sliding the glass case open, he’s clicking his tongue in awe as he rolls the necks of different bottles around in the pads of his fingers, skimming their foreign and ornate labels. It should be shameful how fast and tight your stomach pulls up at the sounds he makes to convey his amusement.

You know he’s a whiskey man, so you’re grabbing a glass off a tray on the dresser top when he’s thumbing an oaky-coloured bottle that opens his mouth with a grin. You hold it out for him to pour his drink, but then he is swiftly fitting a different bottle into his grip instead. He tilts it over your glass, and its liquid runs crystal rather than chestnut.

“Gin for the lady.”

Your bottom lip tucks under your teeth when you realize he remembered your drink of choice without prompt. You bite down harder when you realize he is eagerly waiting on you to try it before he pours his own. The feeling of your quickening pulse becomes thick in your throat.

You bring the rim to the seams of your shy smile. The gin runs like silver silk on your tongue. Seeing the satisfied lift in your brows, Peña’s lips shape a silent cheer. His own brows knit and his mouth puckers with an indulgent sigh when he finally downs his first, much needed, real drink of the night. 

The shared mischief of pouring yourselves second glasses of barred liquor while situated in a barred room spills quiet chuckles between the two of you, and it makes the dimly lit space feel so warm and snug. You could hardly remember how rigid and unfitting tonight has felt before this moment, not when the comfort you feel with Peña is so thorough in its reach. Surely, he is no stranger to knowing how great you both get along, but he’ll never know even the half of how much more you yearn for him than just that.

Your line of sight floats along the broad panes of glass in front of you as you now wholly appreciate the genuine, contented hush shared with your partner, both of you enjoying the expensive velvet sliding down your tongues, away from the stiff buzz of the reception on the other side of the corridor. You browse the margins of the outdoor courtyard framed by the windows, made up of flower-laced hedges and illuminated by pathway lanterns stemming up from grass of emerald green – its colour bold and brash even when shrouded in shadows.

“How many people do you think they’ve hired to keep these grounds?” you joke, a bit of bitterness carving into each word when you realize the only time you’ve ever seen a garden as pretty as this is when you had to pay for admission.

But the beauty outdoors is apparently of no interest to him, because he stays on you. “You look lovely tonight,” he utters, not particularly anything more than quiet, yet somehow brimming with purpose.

The unanticipated compliment curtly peels your stare away from the yard. It catches you by surprise in a way that you have to look down at yourself to remember what you’re wearing – a loose slip dress of a muted, rusty red.

It isn’t the first time he’s complimented you. It isn’t the first time it blooms a summer in your chest either. But it’s the first time he did it while the two of you were alone under scarce lighting, merely painted on by the traces of moonlight glow, existing what seemed like fictional inches away from each other, both of you buzzed and emboldened by all the offered and stolen alcohol consumed.

His eyes are warm but brazen, and you could’ve sworn he’s thinking about removing the very dress he compliments. His voice, stained by a bourbon husk, dangerously yet seamlessly walks the line between a benign compliment and a shameless invite. And you’re realizing now it’s a look he’s been giving you all night. But then again, you might just be swayed to perceive what you desire to perceive by the drink of a gin that’s more expensive than your month’s rent.

You immediately feel the need to establish some sort of boundary before you’re consumed in the whole. Too disarmed of your wits, you retreat to a more familiar interaction with him, one that’s underpinned by humor. “The colour looks better on you,” you nod at the wine stain under his collar, a narrow laugh squeezing from your lips since you’re too ill-equipped to collect a response that’s any more manicured. You bite your cheek when you hear how it echoes in a way that tattles on your flustered qualities.

You find a distraction in a cloth napkin folded on the top surface of the credenza, trading it with the glass in your hand. But then, you’re soon realizing you’ve maybe played yourself as a little too keen when you’re bringing the fabric into quick pats against the firm of his chest, despite the stain being entirely dry well beyond rescue. The next thing you’re realizing is that you’re standing even closer to him now, way closer than you had meant to approach him with, the tipsiness having stuttered your steps and crippled your depth perception. Just another slight shift and your body could’ve been totally flushed against his.

You’re suddenly reminded all over again how the two of you are very much not supposed to be in this room. You drop the napkin back on the dresser top and resign with a panic, a frail whisper barely breaking the seal of your lips, “We should go.”

He sets his glass down, but his eyes refuse to break from you. “Is that what you want?”

Peña is so very near, enough for you to exactly capture the melodic timbre of his voice – low, gentle, lush. It sweeps through your nerves like wildfire, thrumming your heart until it mimics thunder. A gaze like his, careful and resounding and unmoving, makes it no effort to rob you of your autonomy, fixing you in place while you fight for composure.

Still, it’s not enough to convince you that you should flee. And most staggering of all? That vague trace of desperation in his tone. He had never come close to pleading you for anything before. It is a shock – one that shakes truth loose from your lips.

“No.”

You don’t expect him to do anything. You don’t even know exactly what you sought out with your response. But then he’s pressed up against you. A strong arm slipping around your waist, he pulls you in taut until the scent of his cologne saturates your space, your air, your senses. Until all you can focus on is him. And it’s not a jolt you’re given much time to come down from, because very soon after you feel a shock that’s tenfold, coming from the gentle lace of whiskey that you get to taste from his lips.

An engulfing fever stills you. Peña is unbelievably tender, yet his movements – kissing you, holding you tightly to him – are so firm and intentional like he has no doubts about what he wants, and no influence of any liquor could hamper that. These actions might as well have called you foolish for thinking even for a second, he didn’t return any of the longing you hold for him, when he’s now showing you just how sure he is.

He pauses, and pulling away from something so certain and so solid makes you recognize just how much you tremble with fluster, that only now did you finally take your first breath since you were tugged in.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, his voice feather soft, delicate as if walking a tightrope, and it baffles you that he could possibly be as nervous as you. He’s begging to know if you want him even half of how much he wants you.

And what other answer could you give?

“No.” The word shudders with need in its leave from your throat. You drape your fingers around the ridge of his jaw and draw him back to your lips.

Warmth works quick to thaw any tightness left in your limbs. His hand glides into the strands of your hair, pulling you even closer as his tongue traces the seam between the plumps. You open. Then immediately after, you melt.

The bourbon bite grows stronger with each kiss, but it can’t keep you going back for more. You might be addicted to it, actually. He’s cushioning against your lips with a deadly persistence and yet, you suddenly feel more secure than you ever had in your life. Swathing your arms around his back, you crimple his shirt with how hard you clasp onto him to say you somehow want more, even though you’re already kissing him and slipping your tongue against his with indecent greed.

And you didn’t want it to end, knew you wanted to drown in the taste and the smell and the feel of him like you’ve always imagined about in bed every night before sleep. But then you’re curtly reminded of one other thought that concerns you slightly more than how much you wanted him to fuck you on expensive furniture, and it occurs when a door to the reception room opens down the hall and spills the party music of the live quartet into the corridor. The sound swims far enough to vaguely ring on the other side of the library entrance. It must’ve just been a guest leaving to seek a washroom, yet it sobers you right up to recall that the place you’re situated in would be a foul and shameful place to carry out exactly what you’re working towards carrying out. You’re terrified at the thought of being walked in on because the door lacks a lock, or even just being suspected of when perfumed bodies and lipstick stains leave its mark on the room long after you leave it.

The startle breaks you away from him, which you then assist with hands that flatten on both of his shoulders to gently create distance. “Oh my god—w-we can’t do this here. Th-there’s—there must be a hundred guests on the other side of the hallway…!”

But you’re not so convincing when punctuating your restraint with a soft moan, which he coaxes from your throat by pushing you backwards until your rear hits the edge of the credenza, cornering you so he could drag himself up flush against you. His fingers skim up your waist until he cups one your breasts with a palpable hunger that makes you shudder at the question of what he’d do if you were in your own bed instead.

“One more minute,” he hums, a husky sound that goes straight between your thighs.

Against your own insistence, it drives you to press yourself deeper into him, until he feels the meticulous details of your curves, your suppleness, your peaked temperature, and until you feel the stiff prod of him against your lower tummy.

He crowds the pillows of his lips against yours again, and you feel him grin – or maybe it’s a smirk – into the kiss. And Christ is he good at corrupting any remnant of reservation you had left, simply by wedging a knee between your legs. It floods your palpitating heart with heat. You don’t even take a second to think before your hips rock against him as if you had no say in it, your loudest instincts eager for some friction. But he doesn't give it to you so easily.

His knee shifts lower in the slightest as his palms pin your hips back against the dresser, keeping you from moving on his thigh to find what you’re so desperate for. “See, you want more, don’t you? You don’t want me to stop, right, baby?” he speaks in a way that makes crude ideas present as honey, asking you even though he steals your breath and leaves you no means to reply. The rasp in his voice is a deliciously guttural noise that your body blatantly reacts to with a tensing, pulsing need in the recesses of your core.

You’re trembling. All you can collect is a nod. It’s enough to earn you the swift lift of his thigh between your legs again, and you gasp in surprise as if that wasn’t the very thing you had been pleading for with your eyes. It presses the saturated fabric of your panties tight up against you, forcing you to feel just how much of a mess you’ve already made before he’s even taken any clothes off.

He exhales a hot breath as he revels in your reaction. “You’d love for me to fuck you right here, wouldn’t you, sweetheart?” The hiss that swells from his mouth is only a note away from an immodest groan, and it must be the most lustful thing you’ll ever know.

Peña is a fucking tease. Peña has always been a tease, but only now are you seeing the pinnacle of it. Even though he’s certainly convincing – charming you into thinking that privacy and decency had never even been a concern for you anyway – it makes you disinclined to grant him the luxury of your speech. You’ll show him in another way, though, a way that wins you back some of the power because you won’t let yourself forget just how much you’ve been pining for him like this in your fantasies.

You pull him back towards the lounge area, keeping the space between your bodies inexistent when your enveloping arms around him refuse to waver. You lightly shove him into a seat on the wide armchair he had been on before, finding the cushion roomy enough to plant your knees on either side of him in a straddle of his hips. And then, it’s just a demonstration of how easier it is to grind on him like this.

A steamy breath billows from your lips, and you let it fog in the shell of his ear when you settle down on top of the firm length you find over his pants. You don’t let the several separating layers of clothing stop you from trying to get him to feel how wet you are by making sure each rock into him is slow and thorough.

“Are these pants yours, Peña?” your whisper leans into a mischievous tone as you inquire whether, like his shirt, his trousers had also been borrowed. You already know the answer. “Hope they’re not expensive.”

You’re simply reciprocating the teasing, but it seems like it undoes him by tenfold. His lips hang open for you to watch how his tongue rolls around in his mouth with hunger, his eyes glossing over with mesmerisation in watching the bewitching ebb and flow of your rolling core above him. His palms clutch the top of your thighs – not quite steering you, but fixing you securely to him like he’s scared to lose you, bracing like he’s desperate to swallow the curves he finds in the caves of his palms

“Take off your clothes,” he commands with a gruff sigh. The gravity that weighs down and rushes his tenor warns you that his urgency is not one to be taken lightly. The hefty wind of it crashes against your skin when he bites your neck, and it’s seething with impatience.

You know how to do nothing else but listen. You slide the straps of your dress down your shoulders, continuing by pulling it down your arms. But you don’t rush it, stalling as you’re greedy to feel more of that dark ache he leaves around your collarbones

The chill of the air kissing your naked chest makes your nipples pebble in anticipation, but it’s a short encounter before being fully swathed by the heat of Peña’s mouth. "That's good, sweetheart. Let's see the rest, hm?" he rasps a beautiful timbre against your skin.

He’s feverishly dressing your breasts with the nip of his tongue and teeth, each kiss giving you a sharpness that pulses and disperses, and it lures out a mewl from the depths of your airway. His hot tongue leaves a sheen of wet lust around the nipple you arch into him as you further hike up the hem of your dress already bunched around your hips.

"There you go, angel, just like that,” he hums a wanton tune when he sees you bury your thumbs under the seam of your panties. “Go on, baby.”

Such a lewd, beguiling tempo he plays in his voice, and you’re wholly spellbound by it, letting it pilot your undressing. He intently watches like he’s hypnotized by the pace of you slipping your panties down your legs, lifting each planted knee to get the loop of it down until it only hangs on by one of your ankles. Threads of blatant arousal run down your inner thighs. The lurid sight of it urges him to loosen his belt so the buckle won’t have a chance to dig into your scenically soft skin. He peels back the unbuttoned waist of his pants to hastily rid yet another layer that separates him from you.

When you drop your hips on him again, you’re granted a grind with a much rawer feel of the friction. And it’s divine. You thank him with kisses down the column of his neck.

"Keep going, you're doing so well," he pants his words, his volume nearly invisible yet somehow still laden with a quality of infatuation.

You sense him wanting nothing but you right now, and you tuck that precious knowledge away with a stifled moan, “F-Fu—uck, Peña.” Your noises are a relative to insatiability and it flushes against the valley of his shoulder, where your forehead dives into as you’re being unravelled by the enthralling contact found in every sway of your hips.

“Come on, sweetheart,” his cadence is saccharine, certainly ready to coo you into whatever his swindle may be, “you’re grinding on my cock and you still call me Peña?”

Your breath hitches as a rosy colour bleeds across your face. Another tease, you’re sure, but it doesn’t stop the embarrassment from straightening you up and smothering all other movements. Your mouth rushes to open, ready to blurt anything to compensate. “Ja…” The shape of even the first syllable feels unfamiliar on your tongue, having never addressed him as anything other than Peña. A few close colleagues around the office have another nickname for him though. “Ja—vi..?” you try it out, but you’re hardly audible even to the wind.

Oh. He’s amused. He’s thoroughly amused. You see it flicker in his eyes and upturn the tail of his lips. “You’re—! Fucking cute. Gonna fuck you so nice and good.”

He finds your lips again, with fervour this time. You sigh with relief and then whimper with bliss against him when he murmurs your name too with incredible gravel against your tongue. It's a taste more intoxicating than any liquor you’ve had tonight. He has you by the dips of your waists and, with the peak of his greed, he drags you back down on him at the same time he bucks his hips up to meet you. You’re convulsing from the relentless pressure between your thighs, and it makes you quite hysterical in your chase for the contact you find in the tent under his briefs.

You’re so lost, untethered from the tangible things that surround you outside of your attuned motions with Javi. So, you don’t hear the footsteps that had exited the reception room and paced down the hall for a full minute, not before the taps of the shoes on marble tiles become loud on the other side of the library door. But you had realized it too late – after that colourful whine had already escaped your throat.

“Oh fuck,” your limbs throw away all movement. Whoever it is, their steps had paused outside the door briefly, telling you your deviance hasn’t gone unnoticed, before thankfully being averse to catching the two of you red-handed and resumed to wherever it is they were going. “They totally heard us,” you gasp, but now you hardly let it break past the barrier of your teeth.

But he’s not having it. He didn’t care then, he certainly doesn’t care now when he had just been intimate with the pulsing of your core, warning him of how close you were to release. You find that his carelessness is contagious, since you suddenly share it too when he dips two fingers into the mess he’s tempted from your cunt. No power could’ve possibly muted the thoughtless moan it elicits from you.

"Relax, baby, just relax," he clicks his tongue to soothe you, yet the tenderness that rolls from his lips contradicts the couple of shameless digits he pushes inside of you. He lets you feel just how agile and flexible they are by curling inside, dragging a torturous pressure through you because god knows he’s becoming more and more aware of how you’ve been imagining this for so long. "You're doing so well. You feel incredible."

He’s addicted to watching your chest flutter, complementing the string of whines that spill from your mouth with every pump of his hand between your thighs. And then it throws him over the fucking edge when his touch retreats for him to ogle at the reward he gets, draping his fingertips and trailing down to his wrist.

There’s no hesitation when he brings his hand to his lips, mouthing down the long fingers to taste how obedient you are for him. All the while, his dark stare holds you steady through the pulled brows that skim the top of intense, simmering eyes. "Keep being good for me, hm?"

He could very much take you like this. Watch you lose yourself as you frantically lift your hips off his cock only to slam back down on it, until your rhythm starts to stutter when you find your frenzy. That would be a gorgeous sight. But instead, Javi wants to fuck you. Properly. Both feet planted on the ground to steer his depth in a way that makes sure he’s filling you to the hilt with each lunge.

So, he rises, keeping you strapped to him by your legs that still cling onto his waist and his solid arms that brace across your back. The shrill bite of a cold laminate finish smothers your skin when he lays you down on a nearby reading table. It fits your silhouette perfectly, with just enough wiggle room to accommodate your limbs that are soon sure to thrash.

He’s panting above you, one hand rooted on the table’s surface beside your head to prop him up, the other holding his twitching cock he’s pulled out of his briefs. He might even be shaking, so eager to feel the wrap of you around him as he settles the sheened tip just before your entrance. But still, he pauses where he is.

“Is this what you want, sweetheart?” he charms with soft words to match the delicate kisses he leaves on the inside of your left knee, seeking out your affirmation. And you’ve never been more certain of anything in your life than the desperate need to sheathe him in the full.

“Y-Yes.”

And apparently, it’s enough for him to just slightly delve into a sadistic quality when he slaps his cock on your pussy, lathering himself in your slickness, revelling in how you respond with a detailed twitch each time. “Come on, angel, let me hear you,” he entices you to beg.

“Yes!” you gasp, summitting in urgency and need. You lift yourself up just enough to grab his face and punctuate your next plead with heated and frantic kisses. “Make me take everything you give me, Javi, baby. I fucking want it.”

He laughs, low and dark, when you feed his greed just how he wanted. “That’s good, sweetheart, keep being good for me, hm?"

You fall back flat, jaw prying open for you to reel in a heavy breath that seems to exist an impossible distance away when he carefully lunges into you. His hand leaves the base of his length once he’s fully inside you to hook under your right thigh and throw your leg over his shoulder. He huffs proudly at the depth he gains and the shriek he earns. The sheer size of him makes you whimper as if you can’t handle it, but it thrills you that he doesn’t refrain from continuing to stretch you.

“You can take more, can’t you, doll?”

You barely staunch the moan that wants to spill out beneath him bucking into you. He takes it as an invitation, becoming possessive in the way his fingers sink into your flesh, fixing you there to take his insistent hammering. Your leg that had been folded around his sturdy waist slips down in sheer shock when he starts to ram into you at a heedless pace. The shudder stifles you for a second, but your gluttony for it climbs just as tall as his and you squirm to meet every one of his thrusts.

The noises he’s wringing out of you are reckless, you’re realizing, when your throat starts to dry up from its wear. You wedge a knuckle between your teeth to supress your voice, as if it was anything other than futile at this point.

He doesn’t seem nearly so concerned – or maybe your cunt’s just too damn good – because he’s soon strangling to say, “God, baby, that’s perfect. Move your hips for me.”

He’s all pleasure above you when you do, writhing your hips against him with a clumsy tempo that still seems to effortlessly light his nerves on fire. Javi lets you take the lead for not even a full minute before something in his veins screams at him to take over. You don’t resist, craving the wicked rhythm only he can bring.

Skin on skin friction isn’t something that’s completely unfamiliar to you. Yet, the heat that splatters across your stomach when Javi crowds his chest into you and molds to the arch of your torso feels electric to an unmapped degree. His strong arms loop your back and embraces you tight, boxing you in and steadying you there in taking his relentless thrusts.

Your volume, your panting, your throbbing all peak to mirror the heavying of his pounding. You know he’s close when the harsh edges of his teeth dive into the meat of your shoulder. And that thought alone is enough to completely send you over. Your arms rush to hug his neck, while hands fist his hair and scrape into his skin. You cling onto him and keep him there, so he has nowhere to spill himself except inside of you.

“Fuck, Ja-Javi! Give it to me, baby, p-please?”

And he does exactly that, orgasm strumming through the both of you with an unyielding shudder before he buries a delicious thickness inside you. A choked groan rips from his throat while his frame stutters to release every last bit of himself into you. You’re purring into his ear and into the nips you leave at the edge of his jaw as if to thank him.

Really, you had wanted him to come on your face, so you could hear gratified the moan drum in his throat when you ask the unchaste question for it. You’d let him watch you get on your knees and open your mouth eagerly, gratefully, as you pump him with your hands until he empties himself – some sticking to your mouth, some dribbling from your chin, most ribboning across your face. Then, he could see you steal a quick taste of it by sweeping it with your finger into your mouth, and let him watch how much you enjoy it as it drapes your tongue thickly, warmly.

But this is just as good. Better. Because when his figure leaves yours, it’s for him to straighten up and push your thighs to your chest, letting him watch with fascination as his cum trickles out of you.

Plus, now you don’t have to run the risk of a party guest or cab driver spotting the cum stains in your hair or on your dress when you finally and truly sneak away from this party.

“Good, sweetheart. You’re so pretty like this.” A gratified hiss forming at the tip of his tongue, he’s nearly delirious at the sight of your tight cunt filled to the brim with his load.

The high is still working its bleed into your bones, and his honeyed, fawning praise only makes the blissful twitches linger – surely, a sensation that’ll follow you until kingdom come.

Hazy waves roll down both yours and his entirety. He leans over and rests his forehead on the space beneath your clavicle, both of you catching your breaths.

“My work is hosting a Christmas party in a couple weeks. You’ll be my plus-one?”

The orgasm that robbed you of nearly all your wits almost led you to ask, with scattered speech, when and where this work party will be, all while trying to mask just how vivid your excitement is for his proposal. And then you remember that you also have a Christmas party for work in a couple weeks. Because it’s the same party.

Except this time, Javi’s not asking for the two of you to arrive as colleagues like you have been every year prior. But rather, as dates.

You grin, tracing a thumb up and down the outline of his spine. “Only if you’ll be the plus-one to mine.”

[gucciwins]

Love on Tour: Y/N Belmonte

An insight to the life of Miss Belmonte as she supports her friend, a famous singer.

Word count: 1857

A/N: hi friends! this is something different. i got the idea way back when and with how busy life got i never got to finishing it. thankfully it's here. so here it a little insight on bel and harry from an outsiders perspective observing them as just friends, best friends.

love on tour series // los angeles

GLAMOUR MAGAZINE

Love on tour: Y/N Belmonte

By: Celia Rodriquez

November 20, 2021

A month ago, I got the chance to interview the lovely Y/N Belmonte. She promised to take myself and Grace, my friend, another writer for the magazine, out for lunch when she was in Los Angeles. A lot of people promise to reach out again, and their teams and themselves rarely do. I understand they’re busy people.

In this case, Miss Belmonte stayed true to her word.

Miss Belmonte met us at her favorite cafe, and if I did not have the proper directions, I would not have found it. I will not be sharing the name because she shared how it’s a place she frequents a lot when she’s in the city, and I know how much she values her privacy.

The promise lunch became a breakfast, and it was terrific. Best coffee of my life, if I’m being honest. Also, she’s big on sharing. She stole a bite of my French toast and shared some of her omelet. Think it’s the Hispanic in us because I share like crazy. She didn’t expect it back but come on, I had to. It’s Y/N Belmonte; I can’t say no to that angelic face.

She confessed that it was nice being out in the city, something she didn’t often do as Los Angeles is not a place she frequented. Expressing how New York had managed to capture her heart, she loved going out for walks whenever possible.

Although, she did mention something about a change of location for some time. Maybe, we’d be invited to the housewarming.

After breakfast that felt like three friends catching up, she surprised us with tickets to tonight’s sold-out show for Love on Tour. The second of three.

She did not have to do that.

I repeat, she did not have to.

But Miss Belmonte did.

I’ll be honest. We freaked out for a bit.

She assured us she wanted to, that Harry and Jeff were friends and more than happy to do this for her.

Safe to say, we’d be sending the nicest (with our wage) fruit basket to Full Stop Management.

Before we left, we asked Bel about the random paint sessions she does on her Instagram stories.

She laughs, “that’s something. I’m not sure how lives work, and I do love my fans. So I’ll sit there and origami with them or grab a canvas and paint. Show each fold. Tell them how to draw something. Then I’m flooded with them doing something similar.”

“I’ve tried doing the frog,” Grace confesses. “Not too good.”

“I’ll send you a private tutorial. You’ll be a pro after.”

“Thank you,” Grace laughs.

“Back to your question, I do it to connect. I know my life is public but also very private. This allows me to share a bit of me with them. I love what I do, but I value my privacy just as much.”

Well, we agree.

Miss Belmonte is the kindest person I’ve ever met, and I’ve met Hugh Jackman.

We parted ways, hugs all around. Belmonte slipped into her borrowed car (a friend’s, she said) promised to see us when we arrived later tonight.

In the meantime, we did what normal people do… which was freak out over their outfits. We had no clue what to wear, but thankfully we worked with amazing people that were happy in lending a hand.

I’m sure you don’t care about how we got ready, but if you do, we made transition videos on our TikTok. Yes, we gave in because, as many have said, Love on Tour is our own Met Gala, and I’m proud of our looks. So please do check that out.

Arriving, we had clear instructions on where to enter. Then after getting fancy backstage lanyards, we were directed by private security to a cozy lounge.

We aren’t sure where Miss Belmont is, but we aren’t worried. She’s a busy woman. The staff was welcoming, and the private lounge area had leather couches to sit back and relax. A table with cake, cookies, and drinks laid out in the back of the room. I was quick to reach for one when Grace slapped my hand, saying it was rude. I thought it was rude I wasn’t eating any cookies (they were good when I finally got the chance).

Grace and I were talking when a few men walked in, then we fell quiet when one last person came in. Remember, we weren’t the only people in the room. There were many famous people there, I won’t even name any because the truth is you wouldn’t believe me.

Having been there a good half hour, refreshments in hand now. We were relaxed until we weren’t.

The man of the hour walked in with an entourage.

We had no intention of meeting Mr. Styles, let alone disturbing him. Then he surprised us by walking right towards us, a look of recognition on his face as he introduced himself to us.

“Bel’s friends, right. She said you’d be coming.”

I didn’t know what to say. Harry Styles referred to me as Y/N Belmonte’s friend as in she’s talked about us to him. Also that fact he calls Miss Belmonte Bel.

Too much to absorb.

Grace, always the most graceful, thanks to her namesake, reacted for us.

“Yes, that’s us, Mr. Styles. Excited for the show, thank you for having us.”

“I’m happy you could make it.”

“It’s great to meet you. Y/N was kind enough to extend an invitation.” I was finally able to voice.

Harry nods, “that’s Bel, alright. I always tell her it’s nice having friends in the audience.”

Do you know how people have said Styles is shy? Well, it’s true. As welcoming as he was, little foot shuffles showed he was nervous to speak with us. Yet, we felt the same.

He had apologized for Bel not being there to meet them, but he had kept her distracted and was now taking a phone call saying she’d walk in soon.

Before he left, we asked him if something surprised him about Belmonte. He thought about it for a second, his green eyes shining brighter at the mention of her.

“Golf. She’s got a killer swing.”

“Didn’t even know she played.”

“She doesn’t.” He could tell I had another question. “That’s all I’ll be saying.”

“Fair enough.”

I was getting over meeting a childhood crush when our friend came by.

Miss Belmonte walked in looking like a dream. It was a casual look, but trust me when I tell you, everyone gave her a second look. There was this elegance that followed her calling for everyone’s attention.

She didn’t even sense it.

When she came up to us, Harry had long excused himself and was walking out of the room. They smiled at each other, holding a stare before he was ushered away. A tall woman stood next to her in a fuchsia pants suit, looking ever as a straight-up boss.

“Grace! Celia! You made it.” She cheered, greeting us with a kiss on the cheek and a hug. “You look gorgeous.”

We repeated the compliments, but she waved us off, trying to hide the flush. It seemed our beloved Belmonte wasn’t good with compliments. It was humbling in a sense.

The woman with her was her manager, Viola. A person we have to thank some of our favorite movies and the ones that were to come.

Chatting with her was like reuniting with an old friend. I was glad about this experience.

The show was to start, and we had seats in the VIP section. Meaning we were sat next to Lizzo and BTS. That was a dream.

A story for another time, maybe.

Harry Styles stayed true to his uniform for his second sold-out show in Los Angeles, keeping the suspenders but surprising with a black sequin shirt and matching wide-leg trousers and his signature leather boots. He indeed was a shining rockstar on stage.

To the surprise of everyone in the arena, he played ‘To Be So Lonely,’ a song he had played only a handful of times this entire tour starting in Chicago. Guess he was in the mood to let the audience call him an ‘arrogant son of a bitch.’ Although I heard his mother was in the crowd, I apologize for that.

It was wonderful to see how playful he was on stage, from goofing with Lizzo, Jungkook, and Jimin. He was all smiles when he sang falling ‘Beachwood Cafe’ still ringed through my eyes. The ballad that was ‘Cherry’ still moved me to tears, especially as he serenaded someone. Too bad from where I was sitting, you couldn’t see who.

I was moved to tears during ‘Fine Line,’ the song that gives us hope. Only when he came back and performed an extra song did I actually pinch myself, not believing this was my life.

As most good things do, it came to an end. He ran down the stage as if he was being chased and disappeared as the band extended the last notes to ‘Kiwi,’ and well we danced and cheered for a few moments more.

Walking backstage again, it was a different sight from before. There was chatter everywhere. Workers running around and groups coming in and out. Miss Belmonte came to find us after drinks in hand for us, saying they were virgins and if we preferred other beverages, that was okay. We happily accepted them. The Hispanic in me was never one to turn down a free drink.

We spoke about the show, and we held her attention for a while until he came back in. She excused herself, walking gracefully towards him. She was good at hiding her emotions, but hey, that’s her job.

Wrapped in a hug, you could tell they were chatting. I’m sure it would have lasted much longer if they were not interrupted. For the rest of the night, they didn’t get out of each other’s sight. She was only ever a foot away. If she wasn’t making someone laugh, she was standing at his side, hearing him tell a story.

They commanded the room with their magnetic energy.

This industry is always talked down on people being two different people, but I can proudly say there was nothing fake about them. It’s clear they wear their heart on their selves. They love their friends and family.

They shine brighter together.

Sometimes that isn’t love; sometimes that’s a person entering your life and making you become even better than you already are.

They simply bring the best out of each other.

I know the reason you’ve read to the very end. I do. I made you wait long enough.

Are Harry Styles and Y/N Belmonte dating?

Well, honestly, I don’t know.

I won’t assume. I won’t ask.

At the end of the day, she deserves privacy, just as we all do.

What I can say is they indeed are best friends. You can see the love and admiration they have for one another.

thank you for reading <3 i adore you

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[miekasa]

any spare levi headcanons tonight????? 😁😁😁😁

Sure, why not, he is the love of my life after all. These are pretty random, and fit in some sort of generalized modern boyfriend au. Hopelessly domestic, as that is the nature of nearly everything I write for Levi, anyway. Also still terribly obsessed with the idea of him with a motorcycle, so there’s that.

He owns at least six black blazers. They’re nearly identical; slight differences in texture and cut, one with lapels, one that’s boldly all leather that you swear you’ve never seen him wear. They’re kind of his go-to staple, other than a sweater.

That being said, he doesn’t exclusively wear all black. His closet leans towards more neutrals, sure, but he’s not allergic to color. You might not catch him wearing neon orange on the average day, but he’s not averse to a nice shade of green, any shade of purple that suits his mood, even a softer pink.

He has towels and rags he sets aside especially for you when he comes over. He always washes them and put them back in place when you leave so that they’re ready to go for next time.

Claims to not have any attachment to the shows/dramas you watch, but he’s totally backseat watching. Halfway into every single series, he starts sitting down when you turn it on, and scoffs at dumb decisions the characters make.

He splurged on one of those frame TVs that look like a painting when they’re idle. It was a good investment in his opinion.

He doesn’t hate Starbucks drinks—there’s worse things out there in terms of quality of tea. What he despises about the establishment is the way they call out names for you to pick up your order. He’s learned that mobile order ahead is the way to go.

Has slippers for around the house, so consequently, you have slippers for walking around his house. He keeps both pairs (and a few extra for friends and guests) tucked neatly beside the door for easy access; yours always go next to his.

Does not understand the purpose of a robe. Buy him one tho and he will suddenly find an excuse to wear it: making breakfast, lounging around watching TV, doing some light cleaning and dusting. It’s comfy, alright, he can admit that much.

The little puppy you got him that he swore he was not going to warm up to now gets the royal treatment. The best doggie goods and treats, top rated shampoos, cutest drying towels, even a miniature couch he constructed just for the pup. They’re best friends, there’s no breaking that bond now.

Speaking of the puppy, affectionately named Captain, Levi can be found walking him every day shortly after work. They have a few different routes, but they always pass by the local vendors/market, who enthusiastically anticipate their appearance every day. Some of the older ladies running stands have even taken to bringing a few treats with them for Captain—after bundling up some goods for Levi, too, of course.

Captain also has a special doggy backpack Levi uses for when he’s on his motorcycle. If you follow anybody on TikTok in his area, you’re bound to see at least one video of the pup while Levi’s out riding. He’s become viral on social media without even knowing it.

(When you show him a video someone posted of him and Captain with well over 100k likes, and a million views, he only rolled his eyes. But remembers that particularly day; remembers the folks had a kid who politely asked to pet the dog, so he let him. He also maybe asks you to send the link to him).

On the subject of the motorcycle, there was a good few weeks he wouldn’t let you on it. Always found an excuse, a smart reply that was punctuated with gentle push on your forehead and calling you too clumsy for it. Later, you found out it’s because he’d ordered you a helmet; didn’t want to risk you riding without one.

He always keeps it in the storage compartment should he make a stop to pick you up while he’s riding; and he usually wears at least two layers to have a spare to wrap you in before you get on.

When he cooks, he always makes sure there’s enough for leftovers and/or to give you some later. He also bakes frequently, and at least once a week, he stops by with some kind of treat for you—“Trying out a new recipe, let me know if you think it’s missing anything.”

On the subject of food, he won’t police what you eat to annoying extent; he knows that not everybody has the time or will to make pasta from scratch like he does. But, he will smack your wrist if you consider ordering fast food when you’re over at this place. Give him 30 minutes and a single pan, he’ll make something much better than whatever you can find on Uber Eats.

Really, though, he doesn’t mean to obnoxious about the homemade food thing, it’s more habit for him. Growing up, he had to learn to be resourceful, so buying fast-food isn’t ever at the forefront of his mind. Cooking for you also turns out to be something somewhat intimate that he enjoys, so just let him.

Once bought an Apple Watch because he liked the look of them, it wasn’t insanely expensive like other high end watches, and it could connect to his other devices, so why not? A week later he returned it, the ping of his notifications were in one too many places for his liking.

You tried to convince him to keep it—“At least for when you’re jogging! It can track your activity and calories!”—but he clicks his teeth. He’ll survive without keeping track of them.

He learned the hard way that jogging with Captain is no good. His legs are too tiny and Levi ended up carrying the puppy the entire time. Captain is more of a walk dog… or ride on the back of his bike dog.

If you changed anything in his phone settings—like the ringtone for you contact, or the sound his keyboard makes—he wouldn’t go back in and try to figure out how to reset it. Unless it was something obnoxious, like adding an autocorrect shortcut to say something lewd.

He doesn’t really listen to music when he’s just walking. When he’s on a run, that’s fine, but he somewhat prefers to just… hear the environment around him when he’s on a stroll or a break from work. The only reason he’d have headphones on in public is to take a phone call, but even then, he’d prefer to wait until he’s somewhere more private.

He likes having you over at his apartment and has contemplated asking you to move in. He doesn’t want to rush anything, though, so he’s content with your sleepovers for now. (Though he really cannot fathom that you call them “sleepovers” like you’re 14. Please).

He speaks to his mother at least once a week, and she always asks about you. Levi tells her that you’re fine, gives her small updates about you, but Kuchel really just wants to know when the wedding is. He pretends to be busy whenever she starts asking and conveniently ends the call.

Occasionally, he’ll stop by and take you out for lunch. Depends on how much time he has during the day for himself, but he always enjoys sharing a meal with you.

Whenever you’re out with your friends drinking, Levi will pick you up. Even if you already told him that you’d Uber home; as soon as you text him that you’re going to leave soon, he’s already on his way.

He makes pretty good cocktails himself. Teases you for running his alcohol supply dry when the truth is he has more of your favorites in his cabinet than his own. He secretly likes the way you flirt with him when you’re tipsy.

You don’t always cuddle on top of each other when you sleep together. You can just lay by each other and that’s enough; but sometimes, you catch Levi turning towards you in his sleep, reaching for your hand. His body seems to search for yours subconsciously, and you swear there’s a hint of a smile on his sleeping face when you put your hand within reach.

Do not try to pay for dinner when you’re out with him. He’ll pull the “I’m going to use the restroom” move and pay the bill behind your back if he needs to. Open your own doors, maybe; pull out your own chairs, sure if you want; but not this.

He flosses very diligently every night. Mostly because he fucking hates the dentist, so if he takes the extra steps and is extra careful with his teeth, he doesn’t have to go as often, right?—Wrong, it’s the one time the roles are reversed, and you and Hange have to wrestle him into the doctor’s office.

On the flip side, if there are any doctors you routinely avoid and/or forget to schedule check ups for, fear not, because Levi will do it for you. He’ll drive you there, too—the only caveat being, that he usually doesn’t tell you where you’re going until you’re almost there. You think he’s doing the mysterious man surprise date thing and then boom, he’s pulling up to the ophthalmologist. Good luck.

He’s purchased a physical, paper copy of the news on every one of your anniversaries, birthdays, and other special occasions. He keeps them all neatly tucked away in a drawer. Sometimes, he looks back on them—sees what was happening in the world around you on that day. Maybe someday he’ll cut them up and bind them together in a book for you.

He doesn’t like having headphones in when you’re home with him, and preferred if you didn’t either—unless it was for work or school. He welcomes you to use his speakers and play your music aloud; he likes listening to what you listen to. If you look closely, you can catch him humming along or tapping his foot when he really likes a song.

Saves pictures you send him in an album in his camera roll. Occasionally can be found scrolling through them—particularly if you’ve been away on a trip, or he hasn’t gotten the chance to see you because of conflicting schedules.

He takes relatively short showers and doesn’t have a strong preference for the water temperature, so he lets you shower first. Unless you want him to join you, of course.

It’s not hard to tell when Levi wants you. He becomes noticeably more touchy, even if that margin isn’t too wide by anyone else’s standards; and he rarely tries to hide it. It only happens in the privacy of your apartments; but he’ll come on to you—leaning a bit further into conversations, a hand on your knee, a kind of cloudy look in his eyes.

Sometimes he forgoes the attempts at being subtle, just kisses you out the blue, carefully backs you up against the wall, puts his hands on your hips. He can be awfully direct when given the opportunity.

[street-smarts00]

The One Where They All Find Out

Bakugou x fem!reader

Summary: You and Bakugou have been dating for the last few months, but you have kept it a secret from the class. What happens when someone overhears a conversation that they weren’t supposed to, or finds a missing eyelash curler? And what happens when their classmates want to have a little fun after learning their secret.

~ this is heavily based on the tv show friends, if you know what happens in this episode then you know how this story is going to go.

~ fluff, w/ ⚠️ bad language and mentions of sex

~ characters are third years & 18

Not proof read, sorry not sorry, I’m lazy and this shit took me over a week.

~ word count: 5.8k

Moments like these were perfect. The two of you spending time together alone whether it’s in his dorm or yours. Either way the both of you would spend as much time together as you could without raising suspicion.

You and Bakugou have been keeping your relationship a secret for the past few months. It’s not that you didn’t want other people to know, it’s just that class 1-a can be, how shall we put this? Nosy and prone to teasing.

You especially didn’t want anyone to tease you guys and want to know all your business when the relationship first started and you and Bakugou were still figuring things out. But now it’s become kind of a habit to keep it a secret and you guys liked how much privacy you got.

The two of you had just gotten off of school and immediately bolted to Katsuki's dorm. You dropped your backpack onto the floor when you stepped in. He then came up from behind you, grabbed you and tossed the both of you onto his bed. “I’ve wanted to do this all day,'' he mumbled into your neck. “Me too,” you smiled. You spent the rest of the afternoon relaxing in each other's embrace and watching Netflix on your laptop.

When it came time for dinner you grabbed your opened bag and placed your laptop back inside. Katsuki cracked open the door to make sure the hallway was empty. You pecked his cheek and slipped out of his room and across the hall into yours.

Shortly after you had sneaked out of his room, Denki and kiri came by Katsuki’s. Kiri opened the door and the pair stepped inside. “Yo Kachan you coming downstairs, dinner is almost ready!”

“Don’t rush me dune face!” Bakugou replied.

Kiri glanced around the room and noticed something on the floor that caught his eye. He picked it up to examine. “Uh bakugou, why do you have an eyelash curler on your floor?”

Bakugou’s eyes widened, shit, that’s y/n’s. He was baffled, how the hell did she leave that in his room. Until he remembered that she left her bag open and threw it around. Crap, now what’s he gonna say, sorry my girlfriend, our classmate, left that in my room.

Instead he said,

“Why are you asking me? I don’t know who’s that is.”

Denki raised an eyebrow as he exchanged a glance with kiri. “That still doesn’t explain how you got it though. I mean it’s cool if it is actually yours, but I’ve never seen you wear anything other than eyeliner so I'm assuming it’s not.” Kirishima began.

“Or are you fooling around with someone in secret and they left it behind?” Denki smirked.

He was cornered. Just act angry and they’ll stop asking about it. “Will you just shut up already? Geez you wanted to go down to dinner so badly and now you can’t shut up about some stupid eye makeup thing!” He yelled as he got up to walk out of his dorm. He looked back at Denki and Kiri, who were still standing in his room.

“Well? Are you coming or what?” He glared at the pair. They quickly rushed out of his room as to not anger him further and just decided to drop the eyelash curler incident.

Although that conversation was far from over.

Shortly after everyone had gotten down to the kitchen you walked up to momo who was bringing over a plate of food to the table. “Hey Yaomomo, can ask you for a favor?”

She smiled, ”yes of course, what is it?”

You answered “can you make me an eyelash curler with your quirk? I lost mine earlier and I’ve been looking for it, but couldn’t find it.”

Kirishima, Kaminari, and Bakugou’s heads all shot up immediately after hearing your request. The gears in Kiri and Kami’s brains started turning. Momo replied, “yea sure it’s not a problem.” She then generated an eyelash curler out of her arm with her quirk and handed it to you.

Kiri and Kami’s eyes almost jumped out of their sockets. “WHAT?!?” They both pointed at you and your boyfriend. At that moment Bakugou jolted out of his seat, grabbed kiri and denki by their shirts and dragged them out of the common area and into the hall. You didn’t know what was going on but you assumed it might have to do with your relationship considering they were pointing at you and your boyfriend and screaming. You looked at your classmates who were more confused than you and said “better make sure he doesn’t kill those two,” and ran over into their direction.

When you met with them in the hall Kiri and Denki whisper screamed “you? And you? Are you guys hooking up?” Bakugou placed his hands on their mouths and growled, “will you two extras shut up.”

It looked like Kirishima and Kaminaris lives had just flashed before their eyes. They anxiously nodded their heads and complied with their angry friend. Bakugou removed his grip on them but kept his glare.

“We’re not hooking up, were dating, but you can’t tell anyone.” You sighed. Denki looked like a kicked puppy, “what? Why not?” Bakugou swatted him in the arm. “Ow” Denki winced in pain.

“Because if you do tell anyone I’ll blow your ass up so bad they’ll. . .”

“Katsuki stop it” you interrupted him with a reprimanding tone.

He huffed and shut his mouth glaring at your two friends. Kirishima started giggling, “Woah! You told him what to do and he actually listened! How’d you do that?” Katsuki was about to explode, his eyes boiled with rage and he grabbed onto his best friend's t-shirt.

You frantically pushed his hand away and placed yourself in between your friends. “ALRIGHT! Katsuki, can you please not kill our friends? And you guys, can you please, please not tell anybody that we are dating?” They all seemed to calm down.

“But why are you guys keeping this a secret?” Kirishima questioned. You sighed, “Well at first it was just so we could figure things out in private when we first got together. You glanced at your boyfriend, “but after a while we really liked the privacy and we both aren’t good with talking about our feelings and having that privacy made it easier. Also we didn’t want to make it a big deal”

“But it is a big deal! It’s you guys! I mean no where in a million years would we have thought you guys would end up together.” Denki added. He’s not lying though. You and Katsuki’s personalities didn’t exactly mesh well at the beginning of your friendship.

“But still, can you guys please promise to keep this a secret?” You asked.

“We promise, we won’t tell anybody”

You smiled, “Thank you.”

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It had been about a week since the first two found out your secret.

Jiro was in Uraraka’s room studying. At one point Uraraka heard something from the other side of her wall, in your room. She couldn’t make out what it was and blew it off. Until she heard the voice louder this time, but it was still fuzzy and she still couldn’t make out what it was.

She assumed you were trying to talk to her because sometimes the two of you would yell through the walls if you needed something or had to ask a question. She tapped jiro on the shoulder and asked “Hey Kyoka, I think y/n is trying to yell through the wall but I can’t hear her. Can you use your earphones and tell me what she’s saying?”

She nodded her head and responded “Yeah sure.” She used her quirk and placed her earphone jack in the wall that was shared with your room. To her surprise she heard more than one voice.

“I think tomorrow I could sneak over to your room after I’m done studying with Momo and Tsu. I’ll just tell them I’m doing laundry or something,” you said.

Jiro heard a chuckle from a low voice, “laundry is that my new nickname?” Wait a second. WAS THAT BAKUGOU?

“No, you know what your nickname is jackass,” you giggled in return.

“Yea but I’m your jackass,” Bakugou added.

Jiro unplugged her headphone Jack from the wall. Her jaw was dropped and eyes wide. “What happened? What did you hear?” Uraraka asked worriedly.

“I think y/n and bakugou are dating,” she replied.

“What?” Ochako was stunned.

“Yea, I um, I heard her tell him that she would sneak over to his dorm tomorrow after studying but she was going to use laundry as an excuse. Then he said laundry is that my new nickname? And she said no you know your nickname is jackass.” Jiro continued.

“Oh my god! Seriously?”

“There’s more. The last bit I heard was bakugou saying, but I’m your jackass.” She finished. Ochako squealed, “Aww that’s so cute, wait, that's odd hearing bakugou act all . . . well . . . somewhat sweetly.”

Jiro nodded her head in agreement, “I know right. But more importantly y/n and bakugou are dating!”

The two girls continued their conversation about their friend's new found relationship. They decided to take a break from studying, mostly because they couldn’t focus on anything other than you and Katsuki. They walked downstairs to the kitchen to get drinks and snacks. Surprisingly there weren’t that many people in the common room. Momo and Deku were in the lounge area playing uno, while Kirishima and Kaminari were in the kitchen getting snacks as well. They tried to keep their voices as low as possible so as to not attract the attention of their fellow classmates, it did not work.

“It’s pretty funny how affectionate he sounded, like there’s know way he would say “but I’m your jackass” in front of other people.” Ochako whispered.

“Yea, who knows maybe y/n brings out that side of him. Which is still weird to think about because they didn’t speak or get along for the longest. They only just started to become friendly, and now all of a sudden they're together.” Jiro replied. However, in their efforts to try and keep quiet, the boys still overheard their conversation. They started to freak out. How did the girls find out about you and bakugou? Kirishima was the first to speak, “you guys know about y/n and Bakugou?”

The girls froze in their tracks. “YOU KNOW?” They both yelled in shock. Shit, he didn’t think that through. He placed his hand on the back of his neck, “yea we know,” he answered. His classmates were even more surprised, “WE?”

He was really bad at this. “Yeah me and Denki know. How do you guys know?” He asked. Jiro replied, “We thought y/n was trying to yell through the wall so I used my quirk to hear her better and we heard them talking.”

All the yelling caught the attention of Momo and Deku. “What’s going on with Kachan and y/n? Are they ok?” Deku questioned the group. They all froze like deer in headlights.

“Um uh . . .” The boys didn’t know what to say.

So, Ochako answered for them, “Bakugou and y/n are dating.”

There was a lot more yelling, wide eyes, and confusion that followed Uraraka’s previous statement. Kiri and Denki explained how they figured it out and the girls explained more thoroughly how they accidentally found out. None of them knew what to do with this information but they all agreed on one thing. Do not say a word to anyone.

That almost went according to plan. Until the final person found out, Mina.

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Kaminari, Mina and Uraraka were outside doing some after school training. Uraraka wanted to practice floating others with her quirk and Kami and Mina eagerly volunteered to help her practice.

“Ok! Who wants to go first?” Uraraka asked. Mina raised her hand and excitedly waved it in the air. “Me! Me! Can I go first!” She cheered.

Uraraka smilled, “Yea sure!” She walked up to Mina and raised her hand a few inches away from Mina’s shoulder. “So I’m going to float you to about the third or fourth floor. You’ll stay there for a moment and then I’m going to bring you down. If at any time you feel uncomfortable or scared, please tell me and I’ll bring you down,” She explained.

Mina smiled and gave ochako a thumbs up, “Got it, and don’t worry I trust you.” Ochako then placed her hand on Mina’s shoulder and activated her quirk. The pink haired girl started to slowly float up into the sky.

“This is so much fun, I can see everything from up here!” She shouted in excitement. Mina had a beautiful view of the campus. The other dorm buildings, the UA building, and all the training fields. She turned around and glanced towards their dorm building. It turned out she had been floating at the same height as your dorm. You had left your blinds open and Mina had a clear shot of you through the window.

“I can see y/n’s dorm from here,” she shouted to her friends on the ground.

Mina tried to get your attention by yelling and waving her hands around. “Hey y/n! It’s Mina!” She then saw bakugou enter the view from the window. That’s weird, why is he in your dorm. You two were kinda friends, but definitely not the type to hang out alone together.

“Wait, why is he in her room,” she mumbled to herself.

What she saw next would stick in her memory forever. Bakugou wrapped his arms around you and placed his hands on the small of your back as you leaned in to kiss him.

You placed your hands in his hair to deepen the kiss. “OH MY GOD!” Mina yelled. She couldn’t believe her eyes. Bakugou then moved his hands down to grope your ass. You jumped up and wrapped your legs around his waist while his hands rested on your upper thighs and ass. He then walked over to your bed and . . . “OH MY GOD!”

“MY EYES! MY EYES! BRING ME DOWN! BRING ME DOWN!” Mina yelled down to her friends.

Uraraka slowly brought her down and deactivated her quirk once Mina’s feet hit the ground. “What happened?” “What did you see?” Uraraka and Kaminari asked worriedly. They knew Mina could be a little dramatic from time to time but it seemed like whatever she saw must have really startled her.

“THEY’RE DOING IT!” Mina shouted frantically. “Bakugou and y/n! Bakugou and y/n!”

“I know!” Ochako added.

Mina raised her eyebrows, “You know?”

“Yes! I know, Kaminari knows and a few others but you have to stop screaming. Someone’s gonna hear you.” Ochako responded. Mina was now aware of how loud she was. Thankfully she was far enough from the window so the two of you wouldn’t hear her; however if someone else was outside, they would definitely hear.

“So just to recap, they know that Kiri and Denki know, but they don’t know that the other four know?” Mina asked.

After the whole situation outside happened, Ochako and Denki brought Mina inside to tell her the whole story. “Yup,” Denki answered. “But you know what, didn’t doesn’t matter who knows what. Because now enough of us know, and we can just tell them that we know. Now all the secrets and the lying will finally be over.”

“Or we don’t tell them that we know and have a little fun of our own,” Mina suggested. “Quick text the others to come over, I have an idea.”

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The next day you woke up in a horrible mood. When you woke up it was like you hadn’t gotten any rest at all. It felt exhausting just to get out of bed and you were moving sluggishly all morning. You had stopped by the cafeteria to grab some coffee before class to try and wake you up.

Your energy was low, very low. Whenever you were tired it was easy to irritate you. You walked into your homeroom class, only about half the students were there. But then again you did have a few minutes till class. You sat down at your desk in the last row and took a large sip of your drink.

You put your arms on your desk and rested your head. You knew you wouldn’t get any sleep but at least you could relax for a bit before class.

Although your relaxation abruptly ended.

You were still awake so you heard everything going on around you. Including a conversation between your boyfriend and Mina Ashido.

“Hi bakugou! What’s up,” she said cheerfully.

You could practically hear him rolling his eyes. “Leave me alone raccoon eyes.” Typical bakugou as always.

“Aw come on, what do you mean we're friends aren’t we?” He scoffed while avoiding eye contact. “Unless you wanna be something more.”

Your head shot up so fast you felt dizzy. You couldn’t see straight but you could make out that Bakugou's head snapped towards Mina. “What?” He furrowed his brows in confusion. “I’m just kidding,” she giggled as she playfully pushed his shoulder. He stared at her like she had lost her mind. “Although you are pretty handsome if I do say so myself.”

What the hell? Since when was Mina interested in Katsuki? You remember her saying that he was like a gremlin with anger issues. Which ya know is kinda true but, HELLO, he is your angry gremlin.

Aizawa walked in with his famous yellow sleeping bag and Mina walked back to her desk. “What the hell was that?” You whispered to yourself. That must have caught the attention of Deku because he turned around to face you. “Hey, you ok?” He asked.

“Yea it’s just, did you see that?” You replied.

“See what?” You’ve got to be kidding me. He seriously didn’t notice that. His childhood friend that sits RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM. being hit on by his classmate. “Mina um hitting on bakugou.” You answered.

“Oh yea, I heard she really likes him.” Oh no. This was it, you had to tell them now. Well no not this second. But later today you had to break the news to Mina. You felt bad for her, but if she really did like him, you had to tell her the truth.

Later that day in the dorms you pulled bakugou to the side and hid in the hallway on the first floor. “Listen, we need to talk.”

“You’re not gonna break up with me are you?” He asked. “No no, of course not . . It’s um. . It’s Mina.” You answered.

“You mean this morning? Yea that was weird as shit.”

“I know right. I never would have imagined her liking you. I mean, I wouldn’t have pictured me liking you either. But Mina has never, and I mean never even shown interest in you. Usually whenever she saw me fawning over you before we started dating she said that you looked like an angry gremlin.” You ranted.

“WHAT DID SHE SAY ABOUT . . .” You placed your hand on his mouth and backed him against the wall. “Are you nuts, someone’s gonna hear you jackass.” As it turns out someone did hear you guys. Right when you released your hold on him you heard a chuckle from around the corner.

Bakugou turned to walk around the corner and all you heard was an explosion and a shriek. He came back dragging a defeated Kaminari by the collar of his shirt. “What’s so funny?” Bakugou sneered.

Denki put his shaky hands up in surrender, “Nothing. I swear.” Before bakugou could threaten him with another explosion, you interrupted. “Denki, do you know something?” He zipped his guilty eyes to you. He looked like a deer caught in headlights. Whatever he was going to say next you knew would be a lie.

“No, what do you mean?” He tried to reply nonchalantly, but failed.

“Answer the question!” Katsuki growled. If it was even possible, Kaminari looked even more guilty. He had trouble looking the two of you in the eyes and was shaking. He sighed, “Alright fine. Mina knows about you guys.”

“What? How the hell did she find out?” You asked. Denki shook his head. “I didn’t tell them.”

Bakugou was filled with rage at his friend's statement. He grabbed denkis collar with both hands. “They? Who's They?”

All color drained from denkis face. “Mina and . . . Me.” Bakugou’s grip on his friends shirt tightened. “Uraraka, Jiro, Midoriya, and Yaoyorozu,” Denki trembled. ”EVEN DEKU KNOWS!” Bakugou nearly screamed.

“Katsuki let go of him! How do that many people know?” You asked. Your boyfriend released his right grip on your friend. Denki sighed with relief and replied, “Well everyone else kinda just found out by accident. Most of them overheard you guys or us talking about it. While Mina on the other hand . . . let’s just say you guys should keep your blinds closed when being . . . affectionate.”

You and Bakugou froze. A deep red blush danced across both of your faces. “Aww you guys are all blushy,” denki added. Bakugou looked him dead in the eyes while making sparks go off in his hand. Denki averted his eyes in fear.

But wait, that still doesn’t make sense. You replayed the events of this morning in your head. If Mina knew about you guys all along then why would she deliberately flirt with your boyfriend. Even Midoriya said that Mina might have liked Bakugou after watching her flirt. Then again he was one of the people that knew and was probably playing a part like Mina.

“Wait Denki, if Mina knew that we are dating, then why did she flirt with Bakugou?”

His lips turned to a flat line and placed his hand on the back of his neck. “Well funny story, we all thought it would be fun if we messed with you guys a little bit about your secret and had one of us flirt with one of you. We chose bakugou because he’s emotionally constipated and we chose Mina because she is the smoothest and the only one that was good at flirting.”

You could practically see the smoke pouring out of Bakugou's ears. he made his angry gremlin face and you knew he was going to murder Kaminari. You placed a hand on his arm to try and calm him. He looked at you and his expression eased a little. At that moment his mood changed. Not from angry to relaxed, but more like angry to scheming. Instead of blasting his friend to Mars he balled his fists and loudly sighed. “Well, sense they took it spoon themselves to mess with us, I say we have some fun too.” He smirked.

You were expecting a lot of things for him to say.

That was not one of them. “Huh?” You asked.

“They thought it would be fun to flirt with me to mess with us. How about we play their game?”

It was the day after you had found out a handful of your friends had discovered your secret. You were really hoping that your plan would go accordingly. It took a little convincing but Bakugou roped you into playing your classmates' game of let's freak out the secret couple. You waited anxiously as Mina walked over to the desk two seats in front of you.

“Hey bakugou. How’s your morning been?” Mina said with a cheery smile. Bakugou kept a pretty neutral expression. “Good.”

“Ya know, did anyone ever tell you you have nice eyes?” Mina continued as she played with her hair.

“No, but thanks. You're not so bad yourself.”

You could’ve sworn Mina pulled a Denki and short circuited. You glanced around the room and saw everyone else, except of course the short circuiting man himself, with the same reaction. You looked back at Mina and she was a stuttering mess. “Oh um . . really? . . that's uh nice of you to say.”

Although it was all just fun and games, it did sting that your boyfriend was so flirty with your bestie. Mina awkwardly shuffled back to her desk and quickly whispered something to Uraraka. The first part of the plan was set, now it was your turn.

You gazed at the seat in front of you to make sure that your green haired classmate was watching the interaction before you. You leaned forward to his ear and whispered, “I guess Mina’s feelings aren’t one sided.” He looked back at you as if you told him you killed somebody. “Yea I guess so.” He replied. He quickly glanced at Momo who was seated behind you before slowly turning to face the front.

Later that day, during lunch the little group that knew your secret were all seated together. There were also a couple of new members after what happened this morning before class. Now the group included Todoroki, Sero, Tsu, and Hagakure. Of course the whole class knew something must have been going on. However these four in particular needed to know what that something was and knew exactly who to go to.

“Ok so now that we’ve explained the story of how we all found out for the millionth time, can we please discuss the freak show that was this morning?” Jiro began.

Kirishima face palmed, “This makes no sense. Bakugou may have the emotions of a crouton and anger problems, but there is no way he is a cheater.”

“Yeah I agree. Kachan is a lot of things but he isn’t a cheater,” Deku added.

The group didn’t know what to do. A few of them looked over to you and Bakugou sitting across from each other at another table.

Deku spoke again. “So, I’m pretty sure that the both of them found out yesterday after school. Yesterday after Mina flirted with Kachan, I turned to talk to y/n and she looked like she had been hit with a truck. Her reaction seemed pretty genuine. But then today, she reacted calm and cool, a complete 180 to yesterday,” He rambled like always.

“It still doesn't make sense how they would have found out,” Uraraka added. While everyone was trying to figure out how the two of you found out, Denki was practically shaking in his seat with guilt. Thanks to his nerves, he accidentally made a small spark go off and zap a nearby Sero.

“Ow! Kaminari, your quirk is all sparky,” Sero winced in pain.

Denki zoned back in from his endless stream of thoughts and apologized profusely. After Denki caught Mina’s attention she remembered something. “Hey Kaminari. Didn’t you try to eavesdropp on them yesterday to see if they were freaked out by our prank? Did they say anything to you or something?” She asked.

“Nope,” He said a little to loud. “They didn’t say anything.” He kept darting his eyes from Mina to the very couple they were discussing. Everyone furrowed their eyebrows and gave him questioning looks.

“Kaminari, do Bakugou and y/n know we’re pranking them?” Jiro asked. He wouldn’t look at them, just kept his eyes on the ceiling.

“Nope.”

“Denki” she insisted.

She continued to stare him down. It felt like she was drilling holes in his skull with her eyes. He knew he was cornered, nowhere to run. He looked back at all his friends and his stomach dropped. He put his shaky hands up in defeat. “Alright, alright they know ok. Just stop looking at me like I killed somebody, it’s freaking me out.”

The group's tension deflated. Mina rested her head on her chin. “So what do we do now?” She asked.

“I think we should still do it. See how far it will go until someone cracks first.” Todoroki proposed. Everyone turned to look at him. He had been silent during the entirety of this discussion and has made very few reactions as well. Most of them forgot he was even there he was so silent. “Why do you say that?” Momo questioned.

“Because bakugou isn’t the type to give up. And he especially doesn’t like to lose. He is going to keep playing along with this prank until you guys crack.” He explained.

“Ooooh I like Todoroki’s idea! Let’s do that.” Mina responded excitedly.

“You do realize you’re going to be the one doing the flirting right?” Kirishima added. Mina’s former bubbly excitement deflated and turned to dread. “Oh no.” She turned to survey the table you and bakugou were eating at. “I did not think this through.”

After lunch Mina didn’t get a chance to talk to bakugou. However, now that classes are done for the day, the fun can begin. Almost the entire class was in the common area, waiting to see something happen.

You were especially on edge. You knew that your friends had probably figured out that you knew their little plan. You also knew that they would specifically target Bakugou more than you because he was a difficult target. Bakugou had determination that was matched by few and he especially did not like to lose. It also ticked you off every time you saw Mina, one of your best friends, flirt with the man that was yours and only yours. Of course it was fake and didn’t mean anything; but on the other hand it worried you a little bit.

Why was Bakugou so comfortable with playing their game and flirting back? Was it because it was fake? Or maybe it was his competitive spirit and turning their practical joke into a competition. Either way, you didn’t want to lose either. Let the games continue.

You were seated on the couch watching tv with a few others. From where you were seated, you could see Mina follow Bakugou into the Kitchen when he left to get a drink.

“Hey Bakugou! How’s your day been” She started off in a cheery tone. He turned to face her, “pretty boring until you showed up.”

You could tell Mina was on edge. You’ve seen her be quick and composed during missions, but right now seemed like she was one wrong move away from cracking. It seems like you guys won’t lose after all.

“Aww who knew the big and strong Bakugou was a softy,” she playfully pushed his shoulder. You could see his jaw clenched. Bakugou was putting in all of his self control to not scream his ass off like normal.

Mina leaned her elbows on the counter and rested her head on her hands. “So are you doing anything later? Because I was thinking maybe the two of us could hang out or something.” She proposed.

He plastered on a fake smile. “Sure, I’ll do whatever you want.” He replied.

She leaned forward, “how about we do something now? Maybe go somewhere a little more private?”

“Where um did you have in mind?” He hesitated.

She started to lose her cool, she moved her hands to the sleeves of her hoodie and started fidgeting with it. “How about my room?” She asked with the fakest smile you’ve ever seen.

“Absolutely.” The color was slowly draining from his face.

Your heart was racing as you noticed them walk away. Your boyfriend gazed at you, you don’t even know what kind of eyes. He just looked like he was going to snap within the next 30 seconds. You couldn’t believe Mina was being so forward. They definitely were pulling all the stops to get the two of you to crack.

You slipped your phone in your back pocket and stood up from the couch. You looked up and everyone was staring at you, probably waiting for you to admit defeat, WHICH YOU WERENT. However, you did want to make sure your friend wasn’t trying to be sneaky and make out with your boyfriend, even if it’s fake.

“I’ll be right back I need to get my charger from my room,” you blurted out and practically ran to the elevator.

By the time you got up to the floor with Mina’s dorm you saw the whole Scooby gang come out of the stairwell. You stared at them and they stared back.

“What are you guys doing up here?”

“we want to spy on them,” Todoroki replied calmly. The whole group froze and turned all their attention to him. “Roki! You don’t tell her that.” Denki scolded.

You clenched your fists, “whatever.” You walked to Mina’s door and everyone followed. A handful of you had your ears pressed to the door. Because of the walk and the detour in the hall you probably missed most of the conversation.

“So um, I guess we’re really gonna do this Huh?” Mina started. That the first thing you all heard. Her voice was shaky and high pitched.

“I um, I guess so,” he replied.

You were about to throw open the door. This has gone way too far. It was ok with you to have your boyfriend flirt with Mina for the sake of the prank and getting back at your classmates. HOWEVER, kissing her was going way out of line. Your jaw and fists clenched and your blood was boiling. You were seconds away from activating your quirk and sending this door flying when

“AHHH ALRIGHT FINE I CAVE! Get off my raccoon eyes! I can’t kiss you!” Bakugou screamed.

Mina giggled in surprise, “AH HA! And why not? She asked.

“Because I’m in love with y/n.”

“You you WHAT?” She gasped.

Huh? What did he say? Did he say that word. The word you guys haven’t said to each other yet? Everyone around you froze and landed their eyes on you. All of your faces went pale. You shakily opened the door and stepped inside.

“You what?” You mumbled.

Bakugou’s eyes softened when he turned his gaze to you. He walked over to your direction and placed his hand in yours. “I love you dumbass.” He said confidently.

“I love you too jackass,” you replied as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a deep kiss.

Although as touching as this moment was, the loud screaming and cheers from 2/3rds of your class was kind of killing the vibe.

“YOOOO! “Holy Shit!”

“Oh My God, was that their first I love you?”

“Sero owes me $15”

“I thought you guys were just hooking up, I didn’t know you were in love!”

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Against All Odds

Part 155

McCoy

McCoy had an idea of where Spock might be and began with a stop in the student lounge. He hadn’t expected to find the Vulcan there, Amanda and Sarek would have found him easily if he had been. No, if they hadn’t found him in a public area of the school Spock might be in their room.

He headed up the stairs and wondered why Spock had left his parents downstairs. Amanda and Spock were quite close and usually enjoyed their time together. Had something happened that made Spock leave? McCoy wondered that and more as he made his way down the hall.

“Hey Spock,” McCoy called as he opened their door, “You in he— oh good lord!”

McCoy squeezed his eyes tight as he pushed the door closed behind him.

“Sir!”

McCoy held back a laugh at the shock in Spock’s voice.

“Hey Leonard.”

“Jim. I thought you had locked the door,” Spock said.

McCoy peeked open an eye in time to see Jim shrug.

“I thought you had.”

“Uhh…, you guys gonna put your shirts back on?” McCoy asked.

Spock and Jim were half undressed on Spock’s bed.

“Not like you haven’t seen more at swim practice,” Jim grinned at him.

McCoy grimaced and rolled his eyes as Jim reached over for their discarded shirts.

“I can’t believe this,” McCoy muttered.

“Well sir,” Spock said, “now you know how I’ve felt walking in on you and Scotty.”

“Ooo!” Jim exclaimed as his head poked out the top of his shirt. “Tell me more!”

“I shall not. That is the prince’s private business,” said Spock. He stood up as he began to button his shirt.

“Aww,” Jim stuck a lip out and pouted. “I only find out about them today and now you tease me with that? How far along have you caught them?”

McCoy felt his face heat and saw Spock’s flush again as well. Jim was grinning at McCoy widely. McCoy let out a sigh and turned back to Spock.

“Amanda asked me to find you,” McCoy said to change the subject.

“I see.”

“They’re down by the entrance to the dining hall.” McCoy reached for the doorknob behind himself. “I’ll let her know you’ll be right down.”

Spock nodded at him and McCoy left the room quickly. He hurried down the hall and the stairs. He wanted to be as far away as he could before the laugh spilled out of him. He didn’t want Spock to hear. It was strange to be the one who had done the catching instead of being caught.

Their families were still talking with Pike. McCoy stopped next to Amanda.

“Spock will be down shortly,” he told her.

“Thank you Leonard,” Amanda smiled gratefully.

McCoy caught his sister’s eye and gestured for her to follow him away from the families. They walked a short distance up the hall to an alcove and McCoy quickly told her what he had just walked in on. Leah covered her mouth with her hands to hold back laughter as they saw Spock join his parents.

“Doesn’t anyone here know about T’Pring?” Leah whispered to her brother.

“Not that I know of. He’s never had any reason to mention her,” McCoy whispered back. “Did you know the Darnell’s were pushing Jocelyn for me?”

Leah made a horrified face. “No! Oh lord no. That’d be terrible. You two would hate each other.”

“Father told me it probably won’t be an option now.”

“Thank goodness. I don’t want her as a sister-in-law. I already struggle being nice to her when they come around.”

“Leah… I… I told Father I don’t want to be king.”

“You did?” Leah’s eyebrows raised. “What did he say?”

“That I’d be a good king,” McCoy muttered.

“You would be,” Leah agreed.

“You’d be better!” McCoy countered.

“Maybe,” Leah said softly.

“I’m going to get it changed Leah. I don’t know how yet, but I’m going to.”

Part 156

Scotty

Jim turned his head so he could face Scotty, before he wrapped an arm around his shoulder and started to walk over to the table where cake and tea were placed.

“Oh my dear friend, I’ve never been better.”

There was a grin on his lips and Scotty tilted his head in surprise.

“Really now? How come?”

It wasn’t like Scotty couldn’t count one and one together. Spock had been missing. Scotty had last seen him together with Jim. Jim walked into the room glooming like a new human.

“Let’s just say… I’ve got everything I ever wanted. And more…”

Jim grabbed a cookie and stuffed it into his mouth.

“There are plates over there laddie,” Scotty advised him, nodding his head at named plates.

“Since when do we need them?” Jim shrugged before he wiggled his eyebrows. “Are you trying to be as sophisticated as your boyfriend?”

Scotty rolled his eyes before he grinned.

“Not as sophisticated as yer boyfriend.”

Jim’s mouth opened slightly and crumbs fell out of it.

“How would you know- Oh, right… we were gone suddenly etc.”

Scotty just nodded.

“So…” Scotty leaned closer to Jim, “do Vulcans kiss better than humans?”

He could see a faint blush on his friend’s face and laughed.

“Come on… it’s not like I have kissed too many humans… or other species.”

“Yeah, right. Of course. Let me just think about it… Gaila, Carol, Deela, Edith-“

“Oh stop it!” Jim grabbed another cookie to stuff it into Scotty’s mouth to shut him up.

“Don’t you dare tell Spock about it!” He hissed and Scotty laughed before he swallowed down the cookie.

“I would never do that.”

Jim nodded.

“Right… because you’re a great friend.”

“Aye, I am. Ye wouldn’t know what to do without me.”

Before Jim could say anything else, a voice called him.

“Jim!”

The boys turned around to see Winona and Frank. Jim sighed.

“We want to leave.”

Of course it was Frank talking. Who else was that straight forward?

Jim looked back at Scotty before he excused himself.

It was hard to watch the blond say goodbye to his mother. But even harder to see him talk to his uncle.

That man was a bastard. And Scotty would never ever talk to him.

His eyes eventually moved to the door when a familiar face entered.

Leonard.

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me lámh le do lámh - Part IV

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They spent a few days in Oxenfurt, mostly for Jaskier’s benefit. The bard hadn’t been lying when he’d said he wasn’t prepared to head out. There was packing to be done, his rooms to see to, appointments to cancel with the university. Geralt was happy enough to wait. It wasn’t strictly a hardship to spend some time lounging in Jaskier’s rooms and wandering the university gardens during the day before following Jaskier to whatever tavern or hall he was to play at for the evening. Jaskier was away for the better part of most days, but Geralt moved his things to Jaskier’s rooms after the first night at the inn. Waking well before Jaskier in the same bed, he was greeted each morning to Jaskier’s arm slung across his chest, warm and comfortable in the predawn silence. His cheeks would be ruddy with sleep and their shared heat under the blankets, his hair flattened awkwardly to his skull where it had been pressed to the pillow.

He’d missed this. After months without Jaskier’s presence, it felt like he was drowning in it, shocked by the strength of his own reaction. With the golden light of the morning sun shining through Jaskier’s one window to fall softly across his brow and pick out the silver strands in his hair, Geralt wondered at how he could have ever misplaced this feeling in his chest. He loved him. He wanted to preserve each moment in fine amber, never to fade.

But finally Jaskier was finished making his arrangements, and they were able to set out from Oxenfurt towards their first destination. It would take them several weeks to collect the components that Ida had mentioned—weeks that Geralt would have to spend dancing around the subject of the ritual and its origins, as well as his traitorous heart. As he caught Jaskier’s bright smile from up ahead as they crossed the Oxenfurt bridge, he hoped that he wasn’t making a terrible mistake.

*

“So where, exactly, are these mysterious elven ruins?”

Geralt grunted, both in answer and in exertion as he swung his sword through another clump of heavy brush, clearing the path. Roach waited patiently behind him, and Jaskier less so. He turned to look back at them both, finding Jaskier giving him an unimpressed look. Geralt forced down the urge to grumble again. “They’re close,” he said, taking Roach’s reins to lead her through the cleared bushes. The path that they were following was barely a deer trail in places, clearly unused for decades. There had been no sign thus far that the area had once been populated aside from the occasional flash of white brickwork that told Geralt they were on the right track.

“Oh, really,” said Jaskier, who had likely not noticed the brickwork, based on Geralt’s past experience with his observation skills. “You know what I think, Geralt? I think we’re lost in the woods in the middle of nowhere, a day away from the nearest hamlet, and we’re just as likely to find a wyvern den as an elven temple out here.”

“Wyverns don’t populate the lowlands,” Geralt said automatically, kicking a large branch out of Roach’s path.

Jaskier made a strangled sound behind him that Geralt might call a growl if it had come from anyone else. “I know that, I was being hyperbolic, you ass. You’re avoiding the issue.”

“We’re on the right path.” Another glint of white stone caught his eye, this time the edge of an arch wrapped nearly over in vines and moss. Only fragments remained, large chunks blending in with the forest floor.

“As if you would admit it if you were lost,” Jaskier griped, shoving a branch out of his own way. “Remember that time near Spikeroog? We were lost in a boat for three days because you wouldn’t just admit that we went west for six hours—”

“Jaskier,” Geralt said, and pushed aside the last of the foliage.

Jaskier fell silent, and they both looked beyond the treeline into the clearing Geralt had revealed. Before them rose a silent, crumbling stone structure, pale as a ghost against the dark lines of the trees in the afternoon light. Much of its surface had been reclaimed already by the forest, but enough of it poked through to give a general sense of scale. It towered at least two stories above them, though the edges were uneven in a way that suggested it once may have been higher. The front facade rose in a flat wall before them, pierced by a line of arches, their edges decorated in fading but intricate reliefs. Here and there along the line of what had once been the path leading to the central arch, the occasional protrusion of a column could be seen. The path beyond the central arch was shadowed, too dark for even Geralt to see past after so long in the daylight.

Jaskier stepped forward into the narrow clearing, and Geralt followed. Wordlessly, Jaskier raised a hand to trail along the remnants of a low, circular stone wall, perhaps the remnants of an ancient well. When he looked up at Geralt, his eyes shone, two pieces of midday sky in the murky shade of the forest. “I stand corrected,” he said, offering Geralt a giddy grin.

Geralt shook his head with a small smile, drawing Roach further into the clearing. “Let’s set up camp here. You can explore when we have someplace to sleep.”

Jaskier agreed eagerly and they both launched into the process of setting up camp. They fell easily back into old patterns, Jaskier slotting seamlessly into Geralt’s routine. It was always easier to set up and break down camp when the bard was around, though Geralt thought it had very little to do with splitting the work halfway.

Within half an hour they had created a comfortable camp in the clearing and Geralt had Roach tended to, and they both stood before the dark archway into the ruins.

Jaskier hesitated over the threshold, his excitement over the history of the place apparently conceding to nerves. “Well, ah. After you, witcher,” he said, holding out an arm as if holding an imaginary door for Geralt to walk through.

Geralt rolled his eyes and stepped into the small hall beyond the archway, blinking a few times to let his eyes adjust to the gloom. “Come on, bard,” he called over his shoulder, amusement and affection swelling in his chest as he heard Jaskier mutter and quick footsteps follow after him.

The hall ended in a flight of stairs leading down, and they had to pause to light a torch when Jaskier ran directly into Geralt’s back and nearly knocked them both down it. A quick burst of igni had firelight dancing across the smooth white stones as they descended into the ruins.

Elves, Geralt had found, rarely built up. Though their cities had towered in ages past, their true magnificence had always lain below ground. The complex that they made their way down into was labyrinthian, huge open hallways with dozens of rooms and offshoots, archways that looked in on underground courtyards with pierced ceilings that let in the daylight, huge caverns expertly carved into cathedrals. Jaskier quickly brought out a bit of charcoal he often used for taking notes or sketching and began to mark their way with arrows pointing back the way they’d come, so they might not be hopelessly lost in the ruins. Geralt led them mostly by smell, at first; Triss had mentioned that any ritual chambers would likely be on the lower levels, as they were considered private and upper floors were generally public. He followed the cool, chalky scent of wet stone deeper into the ruins, down ramps and stairways until they were all but buried in the earth.

“I never knew the true breadth of them,” Jaskier breathed at one point, as they made their way down a winding spiral staircase that curved along what seemed like a natural cave shaft. “I’ve read, of course, about the scale of the old elven kingdoms, but it’s different to see it all. We’ve been walking for hours already and I feel as if there’s still miles to be seen.”

“Maybe not miles,” Geralt said, keeping one ear out for potential movement and one on Jaskier’s footsteps on the slick stone steps. “One’s I’ve been to before are usually somewhere around five and fifteen levels. We’re getting close to the bottom.”

Jaskier hummed in acknowledgment. “You could take an entire lifetime to study this place. Why hasn’t anyone surveyed it? How do you know the thing you're after for this ritual hasn’t already been taken?”

At that moment Geralt heard a gentle click, and he reached up just in time to pluck the arrow from the air as it hissed past his ear and towards Jaskier’s head. Slowly, he turned to look over his shoulder, finding Jaskier wide eyed behind him. Looking meaningfully down at Jaskier’s foot, he jerked his chin up.

Jaskier lifted up his foot, and the click of a pressure plate resetting filled the narrow space.

“That’s how,” Geralt said, tossing the arrow to the side.

“Of course,” Jaskier said weakly. “Of course the place is booby trapped.”

“And haunted probably,” Geralt agreed, continuing down the stairs. “Stay close. Wouldn’t want you to die before I can make you immortal.” The words were said as much in jest as he could make them, but he felt a brief strum of anxiety all the same.

Jaskier huffed in annoyance, but Geralt could feel him press even closer. He ignored the way that the air between them seemed to heat, the soothing warmth of Jaskier’s presence pressing back the dark more efficiently than any torch.

*

“Look,” Jaskier’s voice came from behind him. Geralt turned around to see Jaskier rubbing at a patch of the wall in the hall they were currently trekking through, the ancient slabs of stone crumbling a bit at his touch. “There’s writing here.”

Geralt stepped up next to him, feeling Jaskier’s warmth radiating along his side. Forcing himself to ignore the proximity, he leaned in to peer at the wall. “Elder, looks like. Can’t make it out.”

“It looks like one of the early northern dialects, closer to Laith aen Undod.” Jaskier scrambled in his small pack and pulled out his bit of charcoal and his notebook, handing the torch off to Geralt. Accepting the light, Geralt frowned at Jaskier as he made a few quick lines on the paper, referring back to the wall a few times. His tongue poked just barely out between his lips, as it always did when he was concentrating. After a moment he stood up straight, leaning towards the light to examine his own markings.

“Can you read that?” Geralt asked, genuinely surprised. He was fairly well versed in Elder, but his knowledge was more practical, learned from his interactions with the Scoia’tael and learning the Signs. The One Speech was well beyond his understanding, not to mention the various ancient dialects of Elder.

“Mm, I’m better at reading Elder than I am at speaking it, I’m afraid. Academic knowledge. Have to be able to translate the old poems and stories, after all.” He flashed Geralt a grin, the laugh lines deepening around his eyes. They sparkled in the light of the torch, turning the blue silver-gold. Geralt’s breath caught in his throat.

When Geralt didn’t respond quickly enough, Jaskier turned back to the notes he’d made on the paper. He muttered a few things to himself in Elder, the words sounding oddly musical—as if he’d learned to pronounce the language through song, which he probably had. Finally he scribbled a few notes in Common. “I think it’s a road sign, of sorts,” Jaskier said slowly. His tone took on the particular quality that Geralt had come to recognize as his “professor voice” over the years. He’d always found it rather amusing. “This complex must have been big enough to necessitate passage markers. See the sideways arrowhead under the top line? It says—well, I’m not sure, but I know the root has to do with the evening meal, so I’d guess it’s pointing to some kind of tavern or dining hall. And this one just says ‘sanctuary,’ I think. That’s a weird one, that symbol in more modern Elder just means ‘place’ but there’s a prefix here that adds a sort of defensive quality to it. Maybe ‘protected place’?” Jaskier frowned down at his own work. Already he had somehow managed to smudge charcoal across his cheek.

“Might be right,” Geralt grunted, impressed. “Triss said it would be in a safe place. ‘Ionad chosanta.’”

Jaskier hummed thoughtfully. “Could be as good a translation as any.”

“Better than wandering around,” Geralt shrugged, and turned towards the hall the arrow pointed towards. Before stepping into the darkness, he paused, looking back at Jaskier. Without letting himself think too hard about it, he reached up and rubbed away the charcoal on Jaskier’s cheekbone. The sweep of his thumb pushed back the soot and revealed the pale skin underneath, still so soft even after so many years spent traveling out in the elements. That skin care regiment Jaskier was always going on about must be worth something, he thought faintly.

Jaskier was silent, staring at him with an expression that reminded Geralt of a hare staring down the point of an arrow. Clearing his throat briefly, Geralt let his hand fall and said, “Thanks. For the… You did good.”

Even in the dim light, Geralt could see the flush that lit up Jaskier’s face at that, spilling prettily over his cheekbones. He gaped at Geralt for a moment before his mouth snapped closed with a near audible clack. Geralt expected a witty rejoinder of some kind, perhaps a jab at his historical inability to offer praise. He knew he deserved it, even if Jaskier meant it in anger rather than jest. Raising Ciri had taught him the value of voicing his appreciation and affection for others, even if he still struggled for the right words to do so. Yennefer had painstakingly beat it into his head. Ciri hadn’t known that he cared unless he said so, and so he had no other alternatives. Looking at Jaskier gaping at him, he wondered how many times Jaskier had assumed that Geralt cared little for him for lack of a kind word. His chest hurt at the thought.

After long enough that the silence had grown heavy and awkward, Jaskier coughed lightly, ducking to hide his expression. The ribbing Geralt had prepared himself for did not come. “Not a problem,” was all Jaskier said, brushing past him. “Let’s get a move on, yes? Don’t want the torch to run low.”

Geralt stared after him for a moment before shaking his head and following.

*

The shrine, when they found it, was hidden behind a thick patch of rubble that Geralt had to blast out of the way with a few precise applications of aard. He slipped inside first, sliding through the small opening in the stone and landing lightly on the other side. His eyes adjusted quickly to the gloom, to his surprise, and he realized that there were several glowing crystals embedded in the walls around him at even intervals. There came the sound of cascading stones and a low curse from behind him, and he turned in time to catch Jaskier’s elbow before the bard fell flat on his face.

“Ah, thank you, dear witcher,” Jaskier huffed, reaching up to fruitlessly brush the dust from his jacket. Looking up, he halted in his motions, taking in the room around them in its soft, ethereal light. “Oh,” he breathed.

It was indeed beautiful, even in its decaying state. Like everything in the tunnels, the structures were unmistakably elven, but even so they appeared alien to Geralt’s eyes. The walls were covered in delicate mosaic work, in patterns that danced in the flickering light of their torch and that of the crystals. The center of the room was dominated by a blank circle of unmarked stone, with Elder runes engraved along the edge that Geralt could not even begin to decipher. The circle was framed by a delicate canopy of carved white stone, supported on four pillars of the same material. The carvings were so minute that for a moment Geralt thought the entire structure might be built not of stone, but of some sort of webbing or silk. It was delicate enough to be blown glass, but when he set his hand against one of the pillars it was as unforgiving as a mountainside.

Jaskier ran his fingers along one of the walls, tracing a twist in the tiny shards of colored glass. “It’s beautiful,” he said, voice pitched low.

“Triss said these places were sacred to the Aes Sidhe. They mark where the elves first arrived,” Geralt said. He found his own gaze drawn back to the center of the unmarked circle beneath the canopy. “Here.”

Set into the very center of the stone circle was a small depression, no larger than Geralt’s palm. He stepped into the circle and knelt down, peering at it. Within the shallow bowl formed by the carved out floor sat an oval stone, maybe three inches long at its widest point. Drawing out his trophy knife, Geralt set the edge of it against the lip of the facet and twisted it. It popped out surprisingly easily, as if it was meant to be removed by design.

Jaskier hovered behind him as Geralt picked up the gaes carraigh. It was cool against his fingers, made of a translucent white stone that became more opaque at the edges. The center was nearly see-through, and when Geralt held it up the light played oddly in its depths. His medallion hummed faintly against his chest, warning him of the presence of magic. “Is that it?” Jaskier asked, resting one of his hands on Geralt’s shoulder to lean in closer.

“Think so,” Geralt replied, trying to ignore the weight of Jaskier pressed against him.

“What exactly does it do?” Jaskier reached out his free hand to press a finger against the center of the stone, curious as always. Geralt allowed it, and forced himself not to flinch when their fingers brushed incidentally. He could feel his ears warm regardless.

“It… binds the words of the ritual, or something. I didn’t ask.”

“Gaes carraigh… promise rock?” Jaskier tried, dropping to lean his full elbow on Geralt’s shoulder, casually slotting their forms together. His fingers barely brushed against Geralt’s collarbone, and he took a slow breath to maintain control over his heartbeat. Suddenly the proximity was overwhelming. Here they were, in a sacred space where possibly dozens of couples had made their vows to each other, fingers both lingering over the stone that would bind their oaths. In another life, perhaps they could have had something like this—Jaskier resplendent in the light of the blue crystals, eyes shining, looking at Geralt with adoration as they made their promises to each other. He would want to dress up, like he always did for a big event, but this time it would be only for himself and Geralt. Would he dress in blue? Or perhaps black, a witcher’s color, his pale skin like moonlight against the night sky. Would he wear a crown of periwinkle and sage, as was the northern custom? He would lean in close, like he was now, and murmur his vows to Geralt in words that flowed as smooth as a song.

He hadn’t known it was possible to want something so badly it was like a physical ache. Geralt was a witcher; he did not allow himself to think on things he couldn’t have. But here in this place, with Jaskier so close and yet so far away, the force of his desire felt oppressive. Jaskier didn’t know what any of this meant, and Geralt had no right to it, no right to want it. It was just a ritual. The context didn’t mean anything, because Jaskier would never feel that way about him.

After all, Geralt thought, looking down at the oathstone in his palm, who would want to marry a witcher?

Jaskier was still talking, and Geralt wrenched himself out of his thoughts when the arm on his shoulder pulled back and Jaskier patted the empty space once, as if in parting. “—probably get going, don’t you think? I do not relish the idea of being stuck here overnight. Not that I am not entirely confident in your abilities, darling, but I feel it’s best not to tempt fate when it comes to ghosts of ancient elven sages. Do you think they would count this as stealing? Probably. Anyways, I don’t want to find out what angry centuries old spirits do to trespassers.”

Geralt grunted, still gathering himself. He felt sluggish under the weight of his own emotions, pushing himself to his feet laboriously. The oathstone was heavy in his hand, and he slipped it into his potions pouch in the hope that it would feel less burdensome there. Without a word, he stood and exited the chamber the way they’d come, Jaskier fumbling after him.

[cabensonsgirly]

👼Home Is Wherever I'm With You (Alice Macray)[NSFW]👼

Alice Macray x Fem!reader

👼Part 2 of SP getting reader pregnant👼

👼Wordcount: 2714👼

👼Posted on AO3: Read Here👼

👼Content: Fluff, some angst, homophobia, Phyllis and Alice's husband are trash garbage, some smut, strap-on, wlw magic, pregnancy, Alice is an angel, mentions of religion.👼

👼There was one person who never left your side though, even if it meant they were put in the firing path of Phyllis, and that was Alice. She, in all her sweet innocence, didn’t understand why it was such a big deal that you happened to like women, surely if God didn’t want the “lovely lgbts” then he wouldn’t have created them. Alice was religious, went to church on Sundays, said grace before eating, prayed before bed, but she wasn’t the type to go around telling people that they were sinning or judge them because they weren’t religious, if anything, she just wanted people to be happy.👼

It had been a number of years since you had moved to a slightly more progressive part of town, ever since Phyllis found out that you had – as she put it – “homosexual inclinations” it was made very clearly that you were no longer welcome in that area. And because she ruled with an iron-fist, no one dared to speak out against her, even if they had said to you in private that you were still the same wonderful person they had always known.

There was one person who never left your side though, even if it meant they were put in the firing path of Phyllis, and that was Alice. She, in all her sweet innocence, didn’t understand why it was such a big deal that you happened to like women, surely if God didn’t want the “lovely lgbts” then he wouldn’t have created them. Alice was religious, went to church on Sundays, said grace before eating, prayed before bed, but she wasn’t the type to go around telling people that they were sinning or judge them because they weren’t religious, if anything, she just wanted people to be happy.

It had hurt when you moved because you had grown close with Alice and her kids, even if her husband harboured ill feelings towards you because you were a “dyke” and “we can’t let our children around that dyke, Alice” but she managed to calm him down enough so that you could still come around. But you hadn’t seen Alice and the kids much since moving, and you missed them something wicked. Yes you had spoken to them, mainly Alice, on the phone but it was brief and happened very rarely. You missed her. You missed them.

The days where she called you had you wanting them to last forever, you could wander around your home just listening to her talk about how things were going, how much she enjoyed her job, how the kids were doing in school. You found yourself feeling like a high schooler talking to their crush after school on the phone, laying down on your bed with the dumbest grin on your face. However, that grin changed to a shocked expression when you let slip how you feel about her. “Alice, fuck – sorry I know you don’t like swearing but… Alice, I love you so much and I miss you, I miss being around you and being with the kids. It’s been miserable not being able to see you, but-“ you hear a sharp intake of breath “I- I’m sorry, I have to go.” Before the line goes dead.

Seven months, twelve days, thirteen hours, and fifteen minutes it had been since that call and you hadn’t heard from her. You weren’t usually the type to count these things, even when you had important events to look forward to, you wouldn’t count down the days. You guess it was some form of way to torture yourself, counting the length of time since you fucked up one of the few good things you still had in life. She was radiant like an angel, put the beauty of the moon to shame, and you- you were like a horseman of the apocalypse, ruining everything you touched. Maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration, you haven’t ruined everything you touch but you certainly have relationship wise.

You had a few spare rooms in your house, you’d hoped that one day you would be able to have your own family, a bedroom for each kid: two bedrooms and one room as the nursery. No, that was a lie, you had dreamed about having Alice live with you - be with you – the boys would have their own rooms to decorate how they please (under the watchful eye of Alice) and… a nursery so you and Alice could have a child together, so that the boys would have a little sister (hopefully) to protect from the big kids.

To be honest, you had already started making renovations on the house so that it would be better suited for a family like that anyway, the bedrooms had a fresh coat of paint, nothing that was specifically catered to boys or girls – you wanted the kids to pick the colour themselves if they wanted a change – and made sure the windows had latches to prevent them from opening too far so that no one could fall out of them.

You were most proud of the kitchen though; it was your pride and joy of the entire property. That’s where you currently find yourself, applying the final sealing coat on the marble countertop so that no liquid seeps into the pores of the material. You had music playing through the radio, just loud enough to drown out the sound of the odd car that drove by. You were humming along to this when you heard the doorbell ring, this surprised you because not many people stopped round to your place, and if they did they would usually knock. You put the paintbrush in the sink and put the lid back onto the tin of sealant before you made your way over to the door. You didn’t bother to check your appearance or anything because you thought it was probably some girl scouts or a random, so in all your messy renovation glory you swung the door open to greet whoever was on the other side.

“Hi there, what can I-“ Your voice catches in your throat and colour rushes to your cheeks as you lay eyes on the woman before you. Now you were wishing you had at least wiped the sweat from your face and the grime from your hands.

“Hi… I- I know we- I know I haven’t spoken to you since…well…” She trails off quietly, looking down. You bite your bottom lip slightly and shake your head, willing the tears to remain unshed “It’s- It’s fine Alice, really. It’s in the past… You don’t need to explain yourself. It’s fine.” The older woman shakes her head and looks at you again, her eyes glistening slightly “I want to. Can- can I come in, please?”

You step back and hold the door open so she can make her way inside, closing and locking the door behind her before leading her to the lounge. “I- I wanted to apologise for hanging up the way I did…and for leaving your life without saying anything.” She takes a seat in an arm chair, hands immediately starting to fiddle with the cushion “I just- I didn’t- I don’t”

“You don’t feel the same way. I- I know. It’s okay. I- I got over most of the hurt-“

“No- no that’s not what I meant. I didn’t understand why you felt that way and- and I didn’t understand why I- why I” she shakes her head, her grip on the cushion tightening before she blurts out “why I felt something I hadn’t felt since the joy I felt when I had my boys.” She lets out a sob and buries her face in her hands as she starts crying.

You rush over to her and wrap your arms around her gently, rubbing her back as you hush her gently. “It’s okay, it’s okay. Shhh… It’s okay, Alice” She moves so she can hug you tight, burying her face in your shirt as she continues crying. “hey, hey it’s okay. It’ll be okay. Shhh.. It’s okay, Alice.” You continue rubbing her back, only slowing down more as her breathing starts to return to normal. “There we go, there we go. It’s okay. It’ll be okay.”

She doesn’t pull back but you hear her mumble out “my- my husband- ex… he- he found me crying after the call and he asked why. I- I told him that it- it was because I think I- I was in…love with someone else. A- A woman… And- and he” she lets out a sob before continuing “he told me how- how disgusting I- I am. That- that I was going to- to ruin my- my kids. We- He filed for divorce a few weeks later… It’s- it’s supposed to be split custody but- but I guess the boys like me more so- so they stay with me a majority of the time. They asked why I was so sad, why I didn’t bake apple pie as much anymore, why I- why I never called you. I didn’t answer them for so long, just- just said it was some- some trial that God was putting me through. But… a few days ago they asked again, and- and the looks in their eyes…” she lets out a bit of a laugh “they looked like they wouldn’t judge me no matter what I said, they- they really are my boys. So…I told them.”

Your breath catches and you still your movements before continuing, encouraging Alice to continue. “I told them everything. Well- well excluding what their father said about- about me. I just- I said that their father didn’t- didn’t approve of- of who I had…fallen in love with. They- they were confused and asked how it was possible for someone to- to fall in love when already married. I said sometimes- sometimes it happens and that it- it doesn’t mean I never loved their father, but I had discovered that- that maybe I…liked women. A woman. Gosh… You should’ve seen the looks on their face, it was like I’d given them their birthday presents early. I hadn’t even told them who but… they’re so wonderful.”

She pulls back and wipes her eyes on her sleeve, giving you a small smile “I told them that the woman I was- I am in love with is you. That- that I hadn’t known what to do so that’s why I was sad for so long because I just… Anyway… They said I was silly and should go tell you everything because they miss you and want to see me happy again.”

You blush deeply and look away, a shy smile settling on your lips before Alice gently turns your head to face her. “I- I love you, yn.” She leans in and tentatively brushes her lips against yours before kissing you, you gasp softly in shock before melting into the kiss.

One year, three months, two weeks, three days, and nine hours. That’s how long Alice and her boys – your boys – have been living with you for. After she kissed you that day, she asked if she could make love to you but emphasised that you would have to guide her because she’d never been with another woman. Alice was a quick learner and once she had a solid understanding of what you enjoyed…she made it very clear that she was the one in charge in the bedroom. This surprised you but you weren’t going to complain, if the love of your life wanted to be called “Miss” in the bedroom and boss you around, you bet your fucking ass you’re going to do just that. Although she did burst into tears after you went down on her because she didn’t know something like that was supposed to feel that good.

She asked you why there was an empty room one day while the boys were at tutoring, and you told her it was because you hoped to have a baby one day… Hopefully with her. She was shocked and had blushed profusely but the smile on her face reassured you she wasn’t put off by the idea. You said you knew it wouldn’t actually be possible for her to get you pregnant but you saw a fierce determination in her eyes that made you feel like she would find a way. Alice didn’t bring it up again for quite some time, and you didn’t press about it either, just put it down to her having forgotten or maybe not actually being into the idea.

One evening while the boys were at their fathers Alice said she had something to show you, said it was really important. When you walked into the bedroom you nearly choked on your bottled water, Alice was standing there, looking down as she adjusted - what appeared to be a strap-on – to fit her comfortably. She still had her simple white bra on but to you she still looked sexy, with or without clothing you were attracted to her; the look of utter concentration on her face made you giggle though, drawing her attention to you, a blush settling on her face as she smiles.

“I- Hi. I- So I did some… I did things to try and- and figure out if there was a way I could get you…pregnant… And- well, I know you don’t always come to church but- No I didn’t ask around church, silly. Every time I prayed, I asked for there to be a time where it would be possible for me to get you pregnant, so- so I could have a baby with the woman I love. And- and so it turns out that tonight is that night. I saw a sign, and I know that sounds cra-“ You cut her off with a deep and slow kiss, hands cupping her cheeks gently before you pull back “Alice, baby, nothing you say sounds crazy to me.”

She blushes more and flusters a bit before continuing “I saw a sign, well- well what I hope was one and knew that it would be possible tonight. That- that it would be possible for me to- to” she tears up, some tears spilling onto her cheeks which you wipe away gently “to get you pregnant so we can have our baby.” You sniffle a little, having teared up at her words “Alice… You’re so- you’re so wonderful. Please take me to bed, make- make love to me.”

Alice takes your hand in hers gently and leads you to your shared bed where she lays you down gently on it before crawling on top of you, her hand stroking your cheek gently. “I love you so much, yn.”

“I love you too, Alice.”

You looked up at the woman you loved, her hand ghosting gently between your legs and roaming over your body before she starts to remove your clothing, kissing your skin as each item is removed. She trails kisses up your thighs before moving up to kiss you, her lips were still sweet from the dessert she had made, her tongue slips between her lips and runs against your bottom lip before you part them to brush your tongue over hers, you both moaning at the feeling. A gasp falls from your lips when you feel her touch your slit, fingers rubbing your clit lightly before dipping the tips of two into your pussy.

“You make the most beautiful noises, my love.”

There had never been a moment before now where you had felt so much love when having sex with someone. It wasn’t only because your girlfriend had managed to find a way to try having a baby with you – having her baby, it was because there wasn't a single moment the entire night where the love in her eyes disappeared.

You wouldn’t know if Alice’s prayers had been heard until you took a pregnancy tests a few days later, but there was a feeling in your bones that made you think that things would work out – that you would have her baby. On the off chance, or more likely chance, that you didn’t get pregnant, that would be okay too. Your sweet Alice would probably try her best to find another way though, she was determined like that.

You and Alice both shared a nice bubble bath after your lovemaking, just enjoying being in each other’s arms. “Alice baby, I love you so much. Thank you for tonight. Thank you for coming back to me. Just- just thank you.” She hums softly in response, her eyes drifting closed “I love you too, Yn. I’d always find my way back to you anyway.” You press a kiss to her head, enjoying the feeling of being content and happy with a woman you love, and with the chance of being pregnant with her child.

[candreloup]

Heyyy ! Hope you're doing well ! May I request a drabble in which hero has to battle the villain but hero has a migraine due to some reasons and villain finds out a about the migraine and then you can decide how the villain reacts to it , does he take advantage of the migraine or decides to help hero

Hi!! I'm doing very well, thanks! Y'all gave me so much serotonin with your amazing asks :)) Sorry for not being able to answer yesterday, was busy with father's day stuff. Anyways, on to the story!!

4 PM. Sunday. That day was particularly hot, at the peak of the summer season. The ground outside shimmered with heat, burning anything that came close to it.

Hero lay, draped over the couch and nearly passing out from heatstroke. Goddamn, it was hot. They had always been susceptible to the summer heat- especially on these kinds of days, when the air felt thick with humidity and even sheltering in the meager shade provided little relief from the sweltering sun.

It didn't exactly help that the water heater was broken, too. When all the tap water started to come out lukewarm and even the ice began to melt in the freezer, Hero knew that it was going to be a rough day.

They hadn't had a day like this in ages, when the sky was cloudless and the sun seemed to burn holes through everything under its glaring eye. Good thing Villain was also inactive, presumably taking shelter in some cool spot indoors on such a hot day. Good thing indeed...

And then the ground started to shake.

Shit. Hero scrambled to their feet, trying to figure out if it was an earthquake or if it was Villain acting up again. Please, god, let it be an earthquake, let it be an earthquake- Through the dizziness and sleep-daze, Hero heard the unmistakable voice echoing through their head.

Meet me. You know the place. Now. Or much worse things will happen.

Villain smiled, feeling the exhaustion from the other side. It was the worst kind of hot day, the best kind if you were trying to catch someone off guard. Of course Villain would use it to their advantage. It would be stupid not to. But when Villain saw Hero stagger through the door and lean against it with their eyes closed, they started to question their choice. Perhaps there was a reason the whole city seemed to call a truce on these kinds of days; after all, Villain wasn't evil. They just wanted Hero to suffer a little bit.

Villain shook their head, clearing their mind as Hero seemed to revive and walk towards where Villain was sitting.

The room was elegant, cool and beautifully furnished. The first thing Hero saw through the spinning room was the couch Villain was sitting on, lounging in the cold relief of the inside. Holy hell. The agony of a few hours with no water and extreme heat hit and Hero leaned against the closed door with closed eyes, fighting off the beginnings of a migraine. Come on, Hero. You've been through worse. Come on.

Hero stood up, pushing themselves off the door and walking across the room. Villain stood up as well, hands in pockets in typical villain style. "Welcome, Hero."

"What the hell do you want? I have things to do."

Villain clicked their tongue. "Rather aggressive today, aren't we? Ah well, I suppose I'll get straight to the point. To be short, I wanted to catch you off guard today. I just didn't think you'd come."

"Well, obviously I would come. What, you think I'd-" Hero stopped, almost raising a hand to their head as another wave of pain hit. "I'd..."

Villain frowned, obviously confused. "You'd what?" Hero stayed silent, eyes closed. "You'd what? Hero? Hero? What are you...?"

Hero gave up. They just couldn't hold it back anymore, feeling the pain rippling through their head like someone was hitting it with a hammer. Hero sank to the floor, crouching and holding their head desperately.

"Hero...? What's..." Villain trailed off, the realization hitting them just as Hero completely collapsed onto the floor. Heatstroke. Maybe it wasn't so good of an idea to bring Hero here on such a hot day. Villain just wanted to scare Hero, keep them out of their plans for a little bit- not give them a heatstroke. Almost unconsciously, they reached their hand out to pick up Hero. What are you doing? They're your enemy. Just leave them. But it didn't feel right. Leaving them all alone, suffering on the floor, when Villain was the one who brought them there. But-

Hero reached out and grabbed Villain's wrist, almost crying out when their head gave another pulse of pain at the movement. Villain jumped, immediately going on defense. "Help..." Hero croaked, holding on to their wrist for dear life. Come on, Villain. They're clearly not in any condition to fight. Just... move them somewhere. Don't just leave them on the floor.

Villain sighed, running a hand over their face before kneeling and picking Hero up. Hero weighed surprisingly little. They were so defenseless, too- it would be so easy to just eliminate them right then and there. But something about how Hero had thrown their trust solely onto Villain in that stopped them from doing anything to Hero. No, they would just have to wait. And watch.

Hero woke up slowly, with that feeling that comes from a good rest. The first thing they noticed was the delicious feeling of cold, with just the right amount of warmth coming from a light blanket on top of them. The second thing they noticed was the chain. Specifically, the handcuffs chained to the floor. And the fact that they were not in their house, but rather in a completely new room. The curtains on a window were closed, shutting out almost all light; and the room seemed empty. The third and final thing that Hero noticed was that their migraine was gone. So were their chapped lips and the conspicuous feeling of dryness- in fact, they felt like they could win any fight in this condition. If only they weren't trapped in handcuffs.

Hero inspected the cuffs, examining closely the way they linked to the chain and testing out how weak they were. They seemed to be not too high quality handcuffs, probably having to do with the fact that they passed out. Oh yeah... that happened. Hero cringed, remembering the grab at Villain's wrist and the humiliation of literally collapsing in front of your biggest enemy. Whoops. Well, they'd have to deal with that later. For now, they just had to deal with the handcuffs.

Villain hummed as they walked along the hallway, smiling slightly as they approached the room. Hero was surprisingly childish when they were sick. They were also sort of... cute. For some reason. Their complete dependency on Villain made them feel... possessive, strangely- and made Villain want to take care of Hero at the same time. Huh. That was a strange thought.

As Villain opened the door to the room, they heard rustling from the couch Hero was lying on. They must have woken up. As Villain walked into the room they noticed a few things: first, Hero's flushed cheeks. What were they up to that made them so red in the face? It was cool in the room, and Hero was handcuffed pretty closely to the floor- so they couldn't have been moving around much. Second- the noticeable look of guilt on Hero's face. Really, what were they up to?

Before Villain could observe more, a pillow was suddenly flung into their face. What the-

"Don't come near me!"

Villain raised an eyebrow, picking up the pillow from the floor. "I was just going to check in on you. It appears you're awake. I can see you're also very energetic for someone who passed out on the floor a few hours ago."

Hero glared at Villain raising their legs and arms into a defensive position on the couch. "Where did you take me? What is this place?"

Villain smiled. "It's just a little... private area I happened to own. Don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you-"

"I don't trust you!"

Villain was getting a little bit annoyed. After all, they'd taken care of Hero diligently for the past few hours- shouldn't that at least warrant a thank you or I'm sorry for throwing a pillow in your face? But it's your fault in the first place. Villain sighed. They probably deserved it. But still, it was kind of unfair.

"Villain? Hello-"

Villain growled. To hell with it. Almost before Villain could think about it, they were on top of Hero, glaring down at their still flushed face. "Don't I get even a thank you? Maybe a hello or some kind of acknowledgement that I took care of you for hours? I could have just left you out there to suffer, you know."

Hero's eyes softened. "But you didn't." And then they kicked their knee upwards into Villain's ribs and ran, shedding their broken handcuffs and leaving Villain on the floor.

[storiesforallfandoms]

the boss’ girl ~ sebastian stan au

word count: 1636

request?: no

description: if there’s one thing everyone knows, it’s that you don’t fuck with the boss’ girl

pairing: mob!sebastian stan x female!reader

warnings: swearing, implied violence, harassment, derogatory name calling, implied smut

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There was one thing that absolutely everyone knew, and it was that you did not mess with the boss’ girl.

(Y/N) was absolutely gorgeous, and she knew it. She used it to her advantage as much as possible, as well as the fact that her husband was the boss of one of the most well known, and most feared mafias there ever was. Her beauty distracted many of Sebastian’s best men, but they all knew that she was off limits.

If you knew what was best for you, you stayed the fuck away from (Y/N).

Some people, however, were not so luck to know this.

Sebastian and (Y/N) spent most weekends at the club that they owned. Sebastian would sit in his special VIP area that was just for him and his men while (Y/N) had a good time with her friends. He loved to sit and watch (Y/N) dancing and drinking and having a good time, constantly reminding himself that that beautiful woman was his and only his.

(Y/N) went to the bar to grab herself and her girls some more drinks. She squeezed past some people that were crowding the bar and leaned over the counter to call to the bartender.

“Four more margaritas!” she told him. “And four shots of tequila please! Put it on Sebastian’s tab!”

The bartender poured up her drinks and passed them to her. She struggled to pick up the drinks and the shots, until a friendly stranger took the shots from her.

“Let me help you with that,” he said, smiling at (Y/N) a little too brightly.

(Y/N) smiled back at him, but not as brightly. “Thank you, I appreciate it.”

He followed her through the crowd towards her friends. When they saw her coming with the drinks, her friends cheered with excitement.

“Here’s a drink for everyone,” she called over the pulsating music. “And shots, delivered by...oh, I didn’t catch your name.”

“It’s Eric,” he responded.

“Ah! Shots delivered by Eric! Thank you Eric!”

“It’s no problem! Mind if I take one with you?”

(Y/N) shrugged. It wasn’t here nor there to her if he stayed, as long as he was respectful of her and her friends. Not that it would mean too much to her if he wasn’t, it would be more his problem than anything.

The five clinked their small shot glasses together and threw their drinks back. As they did so, (Y/N) noticed Eric putting his arm around her. She glanced at it for a moment, before glancing back at her girls. No one else had noticed, so she quickly shrugged it off and moved away from him.

From his spot in the VIP lounge, Sebastian noticed the unknown man attempting to get a little too close to his wife. The grip on his glass was so tight he was shocked he hadn’t accidentally broke it. He turned to one of his men who was sitting next to him.

“Who’s the bastard that’s trying to get handsy with my wife?” he asked.

His man looked over his shoulder at (Y/N) and her group of friends. “No idea, boss. Never seen him around before. Might be his first time here.”

“I’ll make sure it’s his last if he doesn’t back the fuck up off my woman,” Sebastian growled between clenched teeth.

On the dance floor, Eric was leaning in to (Y/N) to talk to her over the loud music. “You never told me your name!”

“It’s (Y/N)!” she responded. “(Y/N) Stan!”

If the name rung any bells for Eric, he didn’t let it show. (Y/N) wondered if he even knew who she was, or who her husband was. He looked pretty young, but then again, most people knew who Sebastian was.

“That’s a beautiful name!” he responded.

(Y/N) plastered a fake smile on her face, although all she wanted to do was to tell this kid to get lost. “You’re cute and all, Eric, but I am married. You should try and flirt with one of my friends. They’re all single!”

A slight disappointment passed over Eric’s face, but soon enough a sly grin replaced the look. “Where is your husband? I don’t see him here with you.”

“He’s in the VIP area, he’s kind of a big deal.”

(Y/N) looked up and locked eyes with Sebastian. She could see the jealousy and anger all over his face. She blew him a kiss, hoping Eric would turn and see Sebastian glaring daggers into his head. She wondered if seeing Sebastian’s face would jog Eric’s memory.

He didn’t look, however. Instead, he grabbed hold of (Y/N) and pulled her close. The movement shocked (Y/N) and it took her body a moment to catch up with her mind. She tried to shove Eric away, but he had a tight grip on her.

“Why isn’t he down here dancing with you?” he asked, moving close to whisper in her ear. (Y/N) tried to shrink away from him, but he kept her held close. “A beautiful woman like you deserves to be shown off by her man, not left to dance all alone where anyone can get at her.”

(Y/N) finally mustered up the strength to push Eric away, and slapped him hard across the face for good measure. Eric stumbled back, holding onto his cheek in pain. “You psycho bitch!”

“I am not just an object for you to lust after, fuckface!” she snapped back. “I am a fucking human being! I told you I’m married, I made it very clear I did not want to fuck you, and you still had the fucking balls to grab me like that!”

The crowd of party people around them stopped long enough to glance at what was going on before quickly getting as far away from (Y/N) and Eric as possible. (Y/N)’s friends stood behind her, glaring at Eric as he got up off the floor.

“Well, if you weren’t trying to get some tonight, maybe you shouldn’t be dressed like such a fucking slut!” Eric snapped back.

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow at him before letting her eyes wander up to Sebastian. He was stood at the railing of the VIP area, his knuckles white as his hands gripped the rails. Through the colored lights of the club, (Y/N) could see that he was red with anger. She couldn’t help but smirk at him before turning back to Eric.

“Hey Eric, why don’t you say hello to my husband, Sebastian Stan,” she said, gesturing towards Sebastian.

Eric’s face paled as he turned slightly to see Sebastian watching him. When it finally clicked into his head what he had done, he tried to make a run for the door. Before he could get there, two of Sebastian’s men grabbed him under each arm. They dragged him out of the club, his screams and wails for forgiveness being drowned out by the DJ turning up the music.

“I’m gonna go talk Sebastian down,” (Y/N) told her friends. “You girls keep having a good time. Don’t let a sleaze bag like Eric ruin our good time.”

(Y/N) made her way to the VIP lounge. Sebastian was sat back down, downing the remaining contents of his glass. He looked up at (Y/N), his face still twisted with anger. (Y/N) smirked at him and nodded towards their private room. He was up in a matter of seconds, dragging her towards the room.

Sebastian had requested a private room be made at the club for anyone who wanted to utilize it for any reason, but they had to go through Sebastian first, meaning it was mainly used by him and (Y/N). It came equipped with a lock on the door, a couch, carpet flooring, and tables. It was soundproof, too, so no one outside could hear anything inside.

The minute the door was closed and locked behind them, Sebastian pushed (Y/N) down onto the couch. He ran his hands over her legs, pulling up her dress and pressing his growing bulge against her.

“Fuck,” she moaned. “You’re so fucking hot when you’re jealous.”

“I could’ve killed that fucker with my own hands,” Sebastian growled as he began to kiss (Y/N)’s neck. “I hope being beaten within an inch of his life teaches him not to fucking harass another man’s wife.”

“I hope it teaches him not to harass women at all, fucking lowlife,” (Y/N) muttered.

Sebastian pulled away to look at her. The anger and lustful look had melted into concern. “You’re alright, aren’t you? Did he hurt you, doll?”

(Y/N) smiled and sat up at well. She cupped Sebastian’s face and pulled him to kiss her. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her onto his lap and holding her tightly against him.

“I’m fine baby,” she told him. “I took care of myself before you had the boys intervene. Besides, you know me, I’m a strong, independent woman. No sleazy guy is ever gonna hurt me.”

Sebastian smiled at her and began to kiss all over her face before moving to her neck again. “I know, baby. You can handle yourself, I just get so angry when guys just don’t get the hint, especially with my girl.”

(Y/N) pulled away to look Sebastian in the eye. “Well, maybe you should show them who I belong to then.”

Sebastian smirked before crashing his lips against (Y/N)’s again, running his hands under her dress again, this time to take it off with one quick movement. (Y/N) giggled as she began to undress her husband, and, soon enough, Sebastian showed her who exactly she belonged to.

[jaesqueso]

The Bachelorette: NCT edition - Ep. 5

The season of love is finally here! An interactive series where you’ll get to choose who goes home each week and ultimately who Y/N chooses in the end!

pairing: nct(ot23) x fem!reader

summary: A week to relax clear things out, but it turns out to be one of the most stressful weeks with big decisions

episode guide

word count: 6,451

warnings: mentions of alcohol (all responsible!)

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Last week on the Bachelorette:

Y/N challenges the 23 men that decided to join this experience and fight for her heart.

As bachelors are sent home week by week the decisions become harder and harder and a single moment can decide each men’s fate.

9 guys remain on the game to win the bachelorette’s heart, but tonight only 7 will remain.

Who will she choose? Who will she reject?

Find out on the Bachelorette!

-

“Hi all!” Chris Harrison walks into the living room of the guest house and the boys excitedly gather around. “Glad to see you all excited because it’s time we change things up!”

The bachelors look at each other wondering what will be changing and if that can possibility affect their chances with you.

“This week we’ll still have a group date but only 1 one-on-one date.”

The guys widen their eyes, this will decrease their chances of getting that desired alone time with you.

“But don’t worry, there will be a new type of date, a two-on-one date! This means two of you will be going on the date with Y/N.”

Faces brighten up, this actually gives them more chances to spend more time with you.

“But there’s a downside to this date. Only one of the two people will receive a rose and that means the other person will automatically be sent home.”

Right now the men seem really worried, whoever goes on that date will have a face off with the other guy because either they win or they lose, no safes.

“This being said I wish you all luck and I’ll see you in the rose ceremony!”

Chris leaves and the siren is heard, not giving anyone time to take in this new information.

All this decision making week by week is leaving me a bit stressed and I could use some time off.

The guys are confused, what do you mean time off?

I hope you’re in the mood for some relaxing Jaehyun. Don’t bother bringing a lot of clothing!

The guy chuckles at the last sentence.

“Nice one bro!” Johnny shakes Jaehyun’s shoulders as the latter silently thanks him.

“This means you’re safe from that two-on-one date.” Taeyong points out.

“Not that I would mind some competition.” Jaehyun glares but the laughs. “But I’ve been wanting on this date for too long.”

“Same!” Taeyong and Johnny say at the same time and laugh.

“It could be the two of you facing each other though…” Jaehyun teases.

Their laughs quickly come to an end as they look at each other. They sure hope it’s not them.

-

The next day Jaehyun gets ready and gets on his ride, excited to met you and see what’s in store for the two of you today. The car comes to a stop in from of a spa and he’s pleasantly surprised however looking around he’s confused because you’re nowhere to be seen. He decides to go in and look for you inside but he still can’t find you. That’s when a lady from the spa hands him a letter.

Get (un)dressed and come find me.

Y/N

He smiles at your mysteriousness and heads to the locker rooms. He takes off his clothes down to his swimwear, wraps his body in the robe provided and puts on a pair of flip flops. He starts walking around looking for you and stops by the pool area.

Your eyes meet and a smile grows on your face. He watches you swim to the nearest border to where he’s standing and then push yourself outside. To his eyes everything happened in slow motion and he almost had to pull his jaw back up when you walked to him all wet wearing only a bikini.

“Glad you found me.” You smile as you put your robe on.

“I was starting to think you ditched me.” Jaehyun pouts.

“How could I ever?” You wink and he chuckles. “Are you ready to relax?”

“By your side? Always.”

“Good because I signed us up for a couple’s massage.”

“Sounds great to me.”

You take his hand and lead him to the massage room. There are two massage tables and you both take off the robes and settle in each one, stomach down. Right after the masseuses get in and greet you.

They pick up some oils, taking some on their hands and then proceed to massage your backs. You hum in satisfaction and turn your face to look at Jaehyun who’s already looking at you. You bite your lip to hold in any embarrassing sounds as the masseuse touches all the tension places getting rid of all your stress, you really needed this and he seems to enjoy it too judging by the pleased look on his face.

The masseuses then move to the legs and combined with the soothing music in the background and the tranquillising smell in the air you feel like you’re in cloud nine. Jaehyun lets out a low moan when the pair of hands massage his tights and you can’t help grin as your mind drifts off. He mouths an apology and chuckles but you just lightly shake your head letting him know it’s ok.

You turn your bodies around for the second part of the massage and you can’t help let your eyes travel through the lines of his body. Gulping you look back up and he’s smirking at you. Embarrassed of getting caught you turn your head to the ceiling and close your eyes letting out a happy sigh and enjoy the rest of the massage.

Once it’s done, you two thank the masseuses and put your robes back on. You leave the room and walk to a lounge area where a table with some light food and natural juices awaits you.

“Did you like it?” You ask as you two sit down.

“That was amazing.” Jaehyun smiles taking a sip of his juice. “Sorry I got a little carried away.”

“Don’t worry about that.” You fight a giggle as you recall his moan. “I was just glad you were enjoying it.”

“I would’ve enjoyed it more if we were massaging each other.” He gives you a suggestive look and you bite your lip.

“Maybe next time if you’re lucky.” You wink and he sticks his tongue on the inside of his cheek, clearly pleased with the way you’re able to flirt back with him so easily.

-

In the guest house nervousness fills the air.

“Who do you think will be in the double date?” Haechan asks.

“It could literally be anyone…” Jaemin states.

“Hopefully not you because whoever the other person is, they’re going home!” Jeno laughs.

“Why don’t know that.” Jaemin laughs too.

“That’s true though!” Haechan points to Jaemin. “She’d definitely choose you over someone else, you two definitely have something going on.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Jaemin scratches the back of his head. “I’m at the same level as you guys.”

“You’re definitely not, she’s really into you.” Jeno comments.

“I bet you even kissed her already!” Haechan glares at him for not saying anything.

“We definitely did not kiss, I promise.” Jaemin throws his hands in the air.

“I wonder if she has kissed anyone though…” Haechan wonders.

Jeno clears his throat before these questions turn to him not wanting to admit he has kissed you already. Twice in fact.

“What do you think Renjun?” He addresses the boy who always has an opinion but has yet to say a word.

“What?” He gets out of his trance and looks at the others.

“Who do you think will be on the double date?” Jeno repeats the question Haechan did a few minutes ago.

“I don’t know, but I have a bad feeling about it…” Renjun sighs and the other guys look amongst each other before turning their attention to Hendery who was sitting alone possibly lost in the same thoughts.

The awaited siren is heard and everybody gathers around the living room.

It’s a-boat time I take you guys on a trip no?

The guys are intrigued to know if that was a typo or a clue.

Unfortunately I can’t take you all with me so if you don’t see your name in the screen I’ll meet you in the next date!

Everybody takes a deep breath as the names start to come up on the screen. For the first time they’re all wishing to be chosen for the group date.

Johnny | Taeyong | Yuta | Jeno | Haechan | Jaemin

See you tomorrow!

Renjun and Hendery exchange a look before dropping their gaze to the ground. The others tense up but are also relieved that the fight between the two will finally come to an end with one of them leaving. At the same time they’re worried about you as this date could go terribly wrong.

-

After talking for a while you decide to move the conversation with Jaehyun to the hot tub that’s in a private area of the spa. You strip down your robes again and get into the warm water. You sit next to each other as the bachelor doesn’t want to spend any time away from you.

“Thank you for choosing me for this date.” He smiles.

“What can I say? I felt like pampering you a little bit.” You smirk.

“Shouldn’t I be the one pampering you?” He lifts an eyebrow.

“We can pamper each other, how about that?”

“I’m okay with that.” He wraps his arm around your shoulders pulling you closer.

If it wasn’t for the warm water around your bodies you’d be embarrassed of the way your body temperature increased as your almost naked bodies touch.

The conversation keeps its usual teasing tone and before things get even more heated with his eyes piercing through your soul, his face coming closer and closer and he forgets you’re actually in a public place you decide to make a suggestion.

“You know what, how about I give you that massage?” He looks at you in surprise and yet licks his lips. “Just a shoulder one, don’t get all excited.”

Jaehyun chuckles as you turn him around on the hot tub. He lets his arms rest on the borders as you settle behind him placing your hands on his shoulders. Your grasp is soft because you don’t want to hurt him but your thumbs pressed on his muscles. His skin is so smooth, but before your mind starts to drift off again he lets out a groan that startles you for a bit.

“I’m sorry, did I hurt you?” You stop massaging him but keep your hands on his shoulders.

“No no, on the contrary.” He quickly answers. “It feels too good.”

“Maybe I should stop.” You chuckle.

“Oh, please don’t.” He turns his head to the side and places a kiss on your fingers.

All you want his to pull his face closer and put your lips on him but considering the lack of clothing the whole scenario just looks a little too sexual and you don’t want the wrong message to come across. Instead you push yourself back and get out of the tub.

“Come on.” You extend your hand to him. “We should go.”

“Why do we always have to leave at the best part?” He complains but still takes your hand.

You two go back into the locker rooms to get changed and head out for your ride together back to the mansion. Inside the vehicle you make the question he was dying to answer.

“Thank you for making me relax today, you definitely deserve this.” You show him the date rose. “Do you accept it?”

“I have no reasons not to.” He smiles brightly as you pin it to his shirt.

Before he has a chance to make a move on you the car stops and you two get out. You say your goodbyes and turn to go to each of your destinations. But after only two steps you turn back around.

“Hey Jaehyun!” You call out.

“Ye-” Before he can finish the word you grab his shirt and pull him in far a quick kiss.

You let out a giggle before finally heading to the mansion.

“Oh Y/N, you’re going to be the death of me.” He takes a hand to his chest, biting his lip and walks to the guest house.

-

The following day the guys get their ride to meet you leaving Jaehyun, Renjun and Hendery at eh guest house. They’re dropped off by the sea and walk along the pier until they see you. You’re wearing a nautical summer dress and some dark sunglasses.

“Hey you guys.” You greet them with a smile. “Ready to go sailing?”

You point to the boat on your right and they cheer with excitement. You all get into the boat and drift off into the sea. It’s a warm sunny day but it’s made better with the damp breeze coming from the waves.

The boat comes to a stop where you can only see the shore far far away. Johnny decides it’s the perfect time to make some cocktails so he gets behind the bar. You decide to join him, taking a seat on a stool as the other guys enjoy the sun.

“What can I get you, beautiful lady?” Johnny asks in his effortless charm.

“Why don’t surprise me, Mr bartender?” You challenge him with a grin.

“Pleasant surprise coming right up!” He winks and starts preparing you a drink.

You attentively follow the movements of his hands with the bottles and the mixer as he tells you all about his passion for cocktails and mixing drinks.

As much as you’re enjoying this hobby of his you can’t help but wonder if this is too much of a bachelor activity, not very family friendly, and you have to think that the objective of this is finding your forever person to build a family with. All your worries and doubts are thrown off the boat when he looks at you flashing his bright smile.

“Hope you like it.” He places your drink in front of you. “I mixed the flavours that remind me of you and a little bit of myself into it too. It should taste like us.”

He winks and you giggle before taking a sip. The explosion of flavours inside your mouth is intense and makes you widen your eyes. You never had a drink like this but from now on this is the only drink you want to have.

“I’ll take that as a good sign?” Johnny says in anticipation of your feedback.

“Johnny, I’m speechless. This is out of this world!” You lick your lips not wanting to waste a drop of it.

He pats himself on the back and you both laugh at is action. You keep talking about other interests as he seats in a stool next to you and you both sip on your cocktails.

“Hey, how about some food with that?” You turn to the side and see Taeyong waking in.

“That actually sounds pretty good.” You get up from the stool.

“I’ll just make a few more cocktails for the guys, you two have fun.” Johnny gets back on his temporary bartender position as you and Taeyong walk to a kitchen area.

You start cutting up some fruits as Taeyong prepares a cheese and crackers boar, something light and fresh for you all to enjoy in this warm day.

“Oh wow, you have to try these grapes!” You tell him as you eat one.

“Shoot me.” He parts his lips wide and you take a successful swing, the grape landing right inside his mouth.

“Yes!” You celebrate as he happily chews.

“Nice aim!” He congrats you. “Ok, my turn.”

He picks up another grape and you get ready to catch it like he did. When he trows it you lean back a bit and manage to get it in your mouth however you lose balance and start falling back. But like in a cliche scene from a drama Taeyong grabs one of your hands and the back of your neck, kneeling down next to you and preventing you from hitting the ground.

“Are you ok?” He worriedly asks.

You gulp with the proximity between the two of you, getting lost in his beautiful eyes.

“I-I’m fine.” You stutter as he helps you up. “Thank you Taeyong.”

“You sure you’re alright?” He eyes you up and down.

“I’m alright, I promise.” You give him a reassuring smile and he smiles back accepting it.

You two finish setting up the food and you glance at him biting your lip. You sure could use someone in your life that takes good care of you as he does to everybody around him.

Once everything is ready you two go outside to meet the other guys that already put on some music and are dancing and having fun. You and Taeyong put down the food you prepared and join them.

A few minutes later your attention shifts to Yuta that is taking off his shirt and getting to the edge of the boat. He looks at you blowing you a kiss before he back flips into the ocean. Your jaw drops and you hurry to check on him. Looking down you see him coming up to the surface and flip his beautiful hair.

“Come on, join me!” He calls you swimming backwards to give you space.

“Isn’t the water too cold?” You giggle.

“It’s perfect, trust me!” Yuta motions for you to join him.

You think for a second before you mutter ‘screw it’ to yourself, after all this is supposed to be a time to relax and have fun so why not? You pull your dress off of you to reveal a tiny bikini that earns you whistles from the guys that are still on the boat. You chuckle before coming close to the border and take a dive.

When you raise to the surface you look around confused because Yuta is nowhere to be seen. Then something wraps around your waist making you squeal.

“Gotcha.” He whispers in your ear and you let out a relieved breath.

“You little…” You start saying while releasing yourself from his grip trowing water on his face.

“Oh game on!” He trows some water back at you initiating a friendly fight.

You two laugh and swim around like two kids on vacation. First in the amusement park and now here in the sea, you love how Yuta brings out the fun side of you and you are able to forget all your worries and focus only on him. You can just imagine what a fun dad he will be someday.

After a while you two decide to hop back on the boat. He helps you up and wraps a towel around you teasingly bringing you closer as he tries to dry you. You giggle at his smooth move.

-

In the guest house the atmosphere is tense.

Renjun and Hendery quietly sit down as they have since they realised one of them will be going home after their date.

Jaehyun on the other hand is over the moon having secured his rose for this week but it feels weird to share his excitement when the other two are gloomy like this, he doesn’t even know what to say to lighten the mood.

A siren is heard and Jaehyun thanks every lord, maybe this message will get them to at least start talking. He almost wishes they’ll fight!

The three bachelors gather around the TV.

Hey guys, I hope you are not feeling defeat already, there’s still time to show me you deserve to be here!

Jaehyun raises his eyebrows. If only you where here to see them.

Bring comfortable clothes and come prepared to align your body and soul.

Jaehyun looks between the boys trying to get a glimpse of a possible reaction but they give him nothing. He sighs and leaves the room.

Hendery and Renjun look at each other and curse under their breaths.

-

You see Jeno sunbathing alone and decide to join him to try to dry off your bikini.

“Can I offer you some company?” He opens his eyes to look up at you and a smile opens up on his face.

“I think I’ve been laying in the sun for too long, I’m seeing an angel.”

“Oh my god Jeno.” You laugh at his cheesy line and lay down next to him.

You two stay In a very comfortable silence until the boy decides to break it.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure.” You simply answer.

“It’s ok if you don’t want to answer.” He continues.

“Now you’re getting me nervous.” You lift up your torso slightly turning to face him. “What is it?”

“Well… Yesterday the guys were talking and they were wondering if you had kissed someone already…”

“And?” You chuckle. “Do you need me to answer that?”

“No.” He laughs lifting his torso to mimic your position. “I was just wondering if there’s more than what I know. I’m sorry, I don’t want to sound jealous, we’re all here for the same thing.”

“So you want to know,” you lean closer with a grin, “if you were my only kiss yet?”

“Only kiss!?” You two turn back hearing a third voice. “So you two already kissed?”

“Haechan were you eavesdropping?” You feel a little annoyed to have your alone time with Jeno interrupted.

“No, I was just passing.” He sounds so upset people back on the land could feel it. “But I guess it’s good to know.”

Haechan goes into the cabin and you look at Jeno unsure of what to do.

“Go talk to him.” He takes your hand giving it a kiss.

You nod apologetically and go after Haechan.

“Haechan wait!” You call him and grab his wrist once you catch onto him. “What the hell was that?”

“What? Am I not allowed to be jealous when we’re all out here trying our best and you just go around giving out kisses?”

“Hey! I won’t tolerate you speaking to me like that!” You start to get really upset.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” He lowers his head. “It’s just that… You seem to have made your mind already.”

“Just because me and Jeno kissed, it doesn’t mean I’ve chosen him already.”

“This is just really frustrating, I don’t know what else to do…” He sounds defeated now.

“Well maybe don’t explode like that for the smallest things. I…” You sigh. “I need some time to think.”

“I’m sorry Y/N.” Haechan says but you’re already heading out of the cabin.

You walk to the other edge of the boat where nobody is at. You sit and hold up your knees not knowing what to do. You were definitely not expecting this reaction and you don’t want these men to have the wrong idea about you. This is exactly why you where so hesitant to kiss Jeno that day on the hill, but in the moment it felt right. You trusted that he wouldn’t go around and brag to the others and he didn’t but sooner or later everybody would find out, you just didn’t expect it to be like this, like you two were holding a dark secret.

You were too lost in your thoughts that didn’t even notice a presence sitting down next to you until you heard his voice.

“Are you okay?”

You look up at Jaemin, your eyes glistening from the tears that were forming that you didn’t want to let out. Instead of waiting for your reply he simply threw his arm around your shoulder pulling you into his chest where lately it felt like your safe place.

You stayed like that for a while admiring the view as the boat returned to the pier. You eventually initiated a conversation with him not wanting to talk about the reasons that got you upset. He didn’t ask either, respecting your choice. This is just one of the reasons you are drawn to him, he always respect your boundaries and never forces you to talk if you don’t feel ready for it, but once you do he’s there to listen.

As the shore comes closer and closer you decide to hand him the rose you had for this group date. You spent some good time with the other guys too but this last moment with Jaemin just warmed your heart and honestly today you just want to head back to the mansion because unfortunately this Haechan incident isn’t the only thing keeping your mind busy.

-

The next day Hendery and Renjun exit the guest house, minds set on making the best out of this date so they don’t loose their chances with you. The driver drops them off at a Yoga studio and they glance at each other, not really what they had in mind.

They enter the building and widen their eyes when they find you inside a room stretched out on a yoga mat. When you notice their presence you graciously get up to greet them.

“Hey you two! How are you doing?”

They seem speechless so you just chuckle and point to the yoga mats, one at each side of you.

“Things have been a little bit tense between you two and it’s affecting me and the other guys too so I thought today we could do something relaxing. Can you do this for me?”

A moment of silence follows as you anxiously wait for a reaction.

“Anything for you.” Renjun’s face softens up and he smiles taking a place next to you.

Hendery simply nods taking the spot on your other side.

The instructor comes in and greets the three of you as no one else will be joining this class. You all stretch before starting on the actual exercises.

You have taken a few yoga classes before but never surrounded by two guys that are interested in you. Now you really understand when they say this is a very sensual activity. You try to focus your attention on what the instructor is saying but you can’t help glancing over the guys when they stretch and their shirts go up a bit revealing their lower abdomen, or when they bend and their clothes shamelessly reveal the curve of their butts.

But you’re not the only one peeking. Their eyes also follow the lines of your body and the relaxed expressions on your face that make them gulp and look away before something else starts to show through their clothes.

You all clap and thank the instructor as the class comes to an end.

“Alright guys, do you feel more calm and relaxed?” You face the them.

They both nod in agreement and finally you see a genuine smile on their faces.

“Great! Should we go get something to eat?” You suggest.

“Please, I’m starving!” Renjun agrees.

“Yes, let’s go.” Hendery adds.

You go to the locker rooms to get changed and meet again in front of the studio. You take them to a nice restaurant downtown. You get settled and order some drink to start with.

The conversation goes surprisingly well considering the tension that still exists between the two of them. You notice that they’re making an effort not to ruin this date but you can’t help feel that more from one of them than the other.

As the night and the chat progresses you start to feel nervous for the decision you’ll have to make. In both you can see thing you like and things you don’t but you have to choose what matters the most to you and for the plans you have for the future.

Hendery is someone family driven which you really appreciate because you want to build a family too. He’s also very nice and funny from the little talks you had. But he let the competition get to his head and you can’t help feel that this bickering has shifted his focus from you on his head, and this is definitely taken its toll on him.

Renjun came up a little abruptly, sometimes not understanding the right time to do things and you have felt that certain moments seemed forced between you too. But on the other hand he’s one of the people who makes the most effort to have his time with you and to get to know you no matter what it takes. And unlike the other boy, he doesn’t let this stupid war get on his way.

As you finish the meal you think this is the best time to announce your decision.

“As you know I only have one rose to hand out tonight and that means however doesn’t receive it will be going home.”

They gulp as you take out the rose and hold it in your hands.

“Before I tell you who I choose I just want you to know I really like both of you but I just can’t have you with me at the same time if this will cause trouble.”

You look between the two of them and take a deep breath before you say the name.

“Renjun.” He gasps. “Do you accept this rose?”

“Hell yes.” You pin the rose to his jacket and he can’t take off the smile on his face. “Thank you so much, Y/N.”

You glance over to the other bachelor who’s looking down and shaking his head.

“Hendery,” he lifts his head, “can we talk before you go?”

“Sure.” You two get up leaving Renjun inside.

You stand outside the restaurant as Hendery’s ride arrives.

“I’m sorry it came down to this.” You give him an apologetic look. “I wish I had more time to get to know you better but I feel like I stopped being your focus the moment you two started this fight.”

“I don’t even know what to say…” He almost whispers as tears build up in his eyes.

You have seen him happy and you’ve seen him angry in the past weeks but you’ve never seen him get this emotional.

“I really wish you made a different decision tonight, but I respect it, even though you’re breaking my heart.”

With that he turns around not wanting to cry on camera. As he gets into the car you can’t keep your own tears from rolling down your face. His last words are like a sword to your heart. You knew this would be hard but you never meant to break anyone’s heart because you don’t want the same to happen to you. And with this thought, Doyoung’s last words resound in your head. You tried to ignore it but you need to face everybody and find out the truth.

“Y/N, are you ok?” Renjun joins you outside wrapping his jacket around your shoulders.

“Yeah, thanks.” You wipe your damp cheeks and put on a smile. “Should we go? I’m tired.”

“Of course.”

He holds you in his arms until the car arrives and then helps you in. The ride back was quite as Renjun didn’t want to force you to talk considering your fragile state, even if his heart was bursting from being saved tonight.

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The boys are already in the living room waiting for you but Chris comes along two. Confusion is in the air as the boys gather in a semi circle.

"Good evening gentleman. You might be wondering why I'm here so early but there's something Y/N wants to address before we start." 

Chris steps back giving you a nod for you to take the lead on the conversation.

"Hi guys. This week has been though for me because there's a piece of information I've been trying to ignore but I can't any longer."

The bachelors seem curious yet scared about what might be going on. 

"Before Doyoung left he told me to be cautious because somebody here is lying." 

Their eyes widen in surprise. 

"I've been trying to not pay attention to this but I'm afraid that I might be sending someone home who is here for me and keeping someone who already has somebody." 

Tears build up in your eyes but you continue. 

"So I'm here asking you all directly. If someone has a girlfriend back home please speak up because I'm here to find someone real and honest and I don't want have my heart broken once again." 

Chris places his hand on your shoulder as your voice starts to crack by the end of your sentence. 

"As you can tell this is something that's really bothering Y/N and we've told you from the beginning, if any of you is not here for the right reasons please speak up." 

"I need to know if this is true or not, I think I deserve to know." 

Silence fills in the room as no men dares to speak up. A tear falls down your cheek and you quickly wipe it not waiting to be this vulnerable right now. 

"Do you think he might have made it up because he was upset you sent him home?" Yuta finally breaks the silence. 

"I don't know, that's why I'm here to clear things up." You take a deep breath. "Please don't lie to me. If you want to leave please do it now before I start developing deep feelings for you." 

Nobody says another word as looks are exchanged between all of them. Chris then decides to end the dreadful moment. 

"Y/N, do you want to proceed with the cocktail party?" 

You look at him and shake your head feeling defeated. 

"Do you want some time to collect your thoughts?" 

You nod and leave the room. Before Chris goes away he gives out a last warning. 

"I ask that you re-think the reasons you are here and know you are free to walk out this house at any time. As you understood tonight we won't have any more time for you to chat with Y/N and we'll be back later for the rose ceremony." 

Chris exits the room and the bachelors seem to have some words for each other now. 

"Guys, if you're not serious here just go, some of us might loose our chances because of this." Taeyong says. 

"Yeah, I was really counting on tonight to talk to Y/N and now I might be going home because somebody here is a coward." Haechan adds. 

"We don't even know if this is true." Renjun comments. "Or it could even be Hendery and he already left." 

"Oh you shut up, you already have your place secured for another week!" Haechan responds. 

Renjun throws his hands in the hair in defeat and the group splits up not to let things escalate further. 

- 

You're already sitting in the decision room on the upper floor of the mansion when Chris joins you. 

"How are you feeling?" 

"Honestly I'm confused." You sigh. "I don't know who to believe." 

"I'm not here to take sides but there is the possibility that Doyoung made this up to steer the game before he left." 

"That's what I'm scared of, that I might be falsely accusing them. But then again this might be true and I don't want to keep someone here for them to later break my heart." 

"As always take your time and trust what your heart tells you, I'm sure you will make the best decision for you." 

"Thank you Chris." 

"I'll be back when you're ready."

Chris leaves the room and you lower your head starting to doubt ever joining this show. You thought you'd come here to find your true love but you might be leaving even more broken. 

-

After an hour, that felt like days for the bachelors downstairs, you and Chris join them. 

"Before we start, does anybody want to say something?" 

Nobody wants to speak. 

"Well then, our Bachelorette has in the bowl 4 roses to hand out tonight. Jaehyun, Jaemin and Renjun already got theirs ont he dates so that means one of you will be leaving. Y/N, whenever you want." 

Chris leaves and you pick up the first rose. You don't have it in you to say anything else tonight so you call out the first name. 

"Yuta." 

He steps forward with a sympathetic smile. 

"Do you accept this rose?" 

"I do. And I promise I'm not here to hurt you." You bite your lip not wanting to cry as you pin the rose to his jacket. "Thank you." 

As he steps back you pick up the nest one. 

"Jeno." 

He walks with his signature smile that warms up your heart. 

"Do you accept this rose?" 

"Of course." You pin it to his jacket and he whispers. "I'm not a violent guy but I'll beat up whoever tries to hurt you." 

You smile as he returns to his place. 

"Taeyong." 

He releases a deep breath he was holding. 

"Do you accept this rose?" 

"Absolutely." You pin the rose. "Thank you so much." 

When he walks back Chris re-enters the room. 

"Y/N, this is the last rose tonight. Have you made your decision?" 

"Yes." 

Chris takes the empty bowl leaving you to announce the next guy you want to keep for another week. Johnny and Haechan look nervous as they expect to hear their names. 

"Johnny." 

He looks relieved and the other boy just looks down in defeat. 

"Do you accept this rose?"

"Definitely." You pin the last rose of the night. "Thank you for trusting me." 

Chris comes back into the living room. 

"Haechan unfortunately you two were not meant to be. You can say your goodbyes to everybody." 

He hugs the guys and then approaches you. 

"I'm sorry Haechan." You hug him. 

"I should be the one apologising." He holds you tight. "I had no right talking to you like that, I hope you can forgive me."

"No hard feelings ok?" You smile. 

"No hard feelings." He assures you. "Good luck with these suckers!" 

He kisses your forehead and leaves while the rest of the group laugh. 

-

In the next episode:

Things are awkward between the bachelors as they try to figure out who can possibly be deceiving you.

“I bet it’s you. Just admit it!”

“If I go home and find out a cheater gets to stay I will be pissed.”

And two more men will be leaving the competition.

“I thought we were building something special.”

“I can’t keep you all here.”

“You gotta make every second count.”

Stay tuned for next weeks episode premiering 18/07.

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Episode 6

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Sinatra (Mafia!Jason Todd x Reader)

This is my first au fic! I absolutely adore the idea of Jason being in a mafia gang (he’s with Black Mask in this one) and the reader is a vigilante! Hope you all enjoy this steamy fic! 

 -Requested- 

offendedfishnoises said: Feel free to ignore this if you don't want to write it. Could I request smut (or anything really) with false face au Jason (au where he works as an enforcer for black mask) and vigilante reader?

WORDS: 2559 WARNINGS: PUBLIC SEX. DIRTY TALK. KNIFE PLAY (I GUESS) 

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Sinatra.

The Iceberg Lounge wanted the ambiance to be as fitting to your deal here as possible. Dim red lights, the soft laughter of women on the laps of men not looking too far off from the likes of Penguin, it wasn’t so much the area of work you were used to. The dress you wore was far too revealing, with barely anything covering your back, legs, and arms, so you had a fur coat on to cover it up. Your hair was up, and your lips were as red as the wine glass balanced between your fingers. You had your ass pushed out with your elbows leaning against the bar top. And on top of all that, the band was playing Sinatra.

You sipped at your wine and pressed on your earpiece.

“Oracle, where are they?”

“They’re just about to enter the lounge. Don’t drink too much,” Oracle said.

“I think I’ll need more than a glass to get through the night.”

You heard her chuckle at the other end. The bartender came to you to give you a refill, and you gave him a wink before he left.

Roman Sionis. Black Mask. He was a short man, about the same height as you, but he was surrounded by men in black twice his size. Five-no-seven of them trailed behind him. They had on their own creepy masks ranging from the faces of monsters to pigs to just a black ski mask covering most of their face.

“Are you sure this is how you want to do it?” Oracle asked you with that strain in her voice. You watched Black Mask settle at a booth, then eyed his henchmen, particularly the large one with a plain red helmet. He had a machine gun strapped to his back and he sat right beside his boss with a relaxed stature leaning against the back of the booth.

“I’m sure.”

The red masked henchman caught your eye, and he never looked away once he did. You turned up your volume enhancer and listened to his friend whispering into his ear.

“I’d like a piece of that, Red.”

“She’s looking at me. Not you, Tony.”

His voice was the same. Young but experienced. “She lookin’ at you real hard.”

“I know. I know.”

“Ey, if I don’t see you makin’ a move then you better believe I will-“

“Alright, alright, Tony. Hold my drink.”

Red was coming up to you. You finished your glass, hoped the alcohol would sink in sooner than it usually would, then turned to him taking the seat next to you.

“Didn’t expect to see you here, Y/N.”

“I told you not to say my name.”

“You don’t have your suit on. You're undercover. Which makes you Y/N and not some vigilante for the night, babe.”

“Mmm,” you hummed. “Still charming, aren’t we Jason?”

“Hey, you're the one looking at me with that fucking dress on.” His eyes lingered on the skin of your bare leg crossed over the other and your lips delicately kissing the rim of the wine glass. “What do you want anyway?”

“Why do you think I want anything from you this time?”

The bartender handed him a shot, and he took it in one swing. “Don’t you always?”

You hummed again, this time your hand landing on his knee and giving him that slight squeeze that made his back jolt up and his breaths uneven. “I miss you.”

“Do you?”

“Yeah. I do.”

You couldn’t see the look on his face, but when you stood up from your stool and walked over to the private rooms at the back, the one you reserved just for tonight, you knew he was looking at your backside like he was about to pounce. Jason looked over at his boss, who looked too preoccupied to care where his henchman was, then followed you.

That buzz of victory came over you when you heard him step into the room.

There was a rounded booth covering the walls of the small room. The light was even dimmer. There were no windows, and the table at the center limited most of your movement. You removed your coat.

Your dress was ridiculously revealing, and most of your back was exposed to the nipping air. Your straps were as thin at your hair and it hung delicately over your shoulders so nicely. You turned to Jason, who was standing frozen just by the door, and the eyes looking at you through the thin slits of his mask were dark and hooded.

The center of your dress revealed most of your cleavage, which was where his eyes were locked onto now. You stepped forward, arms on your waist.

Then you heard him lock the door.

“You never wore that dress when we were together, kitten. Would’ve loved to take that off.”

Then he stepped even closer to you.

“Of course, the sex we actually did have was phenomenal in itself.”

You scoffed and looked deviously back at him. He wasn’t wrong in that. Three months you were together and the sex was unlike anything with anyone else.

Which made this task both easier and so much more difficult.

You stepped closer and placed your hand on his chest. “Take your mask off.”

“Black Mask said-“

“It’s just me, Jay.”

You heard him chuckle under his mask, looking around for any cameras at the corners, then at the door.

“I have this place to ourselves for as long as we need to.”

“You really thought this through, didn’t you?”

“Mmm.” You slowly held the sides of his helmet. Jason didn’t move when you slid it off, your wrist grazing against his soft, ruffled hair. He craned his head down for you to fully remove it, then grabbed your hands over his helmet, making sure to touch you.

As if he wasn’t already so hot, his suit almost made you forget why you were actually here in the first place.

You removed your hands from his then took a seat, your arm resting on the back of the booth. He sat dangerously close to you, close enough for you to smell the faint remnants of the shot he took a few minutes ago.

“Now. Tell me why we’re really here, Y/N.”

Your eyes rolled and you raised your legs to rest on whatever space was left between you. Your leg was brushing his thigh. His thighs that you remembered riding on more than one occasion.

“Quentin Palermo’s daughter was kidnapped this morning. I want intel.”

“Kitten,” his voice was solid. He didn’t sound like he was shaken. But Jason placed his large hand on your knee and squeezed. Either it was working or he was trying to reverse the action on you. “What makes you think Black Mask has anything to do with it.”

“Since his biggest investor sold everything once Sionis’s stocks dropped last week.”

Jason bit on his gums, still eyeing you. You pushed your chest out even further, which caught his eye.

“You’re gonna need to do a lot more than this to make me say anything. We’re working against each other, remember?”

“Are we, Jay?”

Jason watched your dress drop even lower when you heaved your chest. Then your hand went to his hair, twirling the strands with your fingers. You smelled like sweet vanilla. You knew he liked that.

“Put a bit more effort in convincing me. Maybe I’ll let something slip.”

You didn’t complain. Slowly, you snaked your leg over his lap, making sure to graze on his growing bulge, then straddled him with your dress riding up enough for him to place his hands on your bare ass.

You moaned when his hands massaged your bum, lightly digging his nails and pulling your dress even higher up. Your face was so close to his, but you didn’t kiss him. You hugged his neck and let him have the best view of your tits from being so close.

“Just the slightest bit of info, Jay. Black Mask won't find out.”

You were whispering against his ear and so slightly touched your bottom lip against his earlobe.

“All this for some information, Y/N? I thought you never wanted to see me again.”

“Dragging this out only makes it more fun.” You breathed, placing your lips against his cheek, his jaw, feeling his hands tighten around your ass cheeks.

“I can tell you right now, then we can take this to a hotel room across the street. No more distractions.”

“And how do you know I won't leave after I’ve gotten what I want from you?” You ran your hand up his chest, and his bulge grew harder. You loosened his tie and unbuttoned his collar.

“I don’t think information is the only thing you want from me.”

“And how would you know that?”

Without warning, his fingers touched your clothed pussy. Your thong was thinner than your dress, and it only did so much to cover you. And his fingers, fuck. You let out a moan and gripped his hair.

“’Cuz I can feel it,” he whispered, taking his hand away and licking the tip of his wet fingers.

“Todd. Where the fuck are you?”

Sionis. Jason pressed on his earpiece. “I’ll be out in a sec.”

Jason turned it off then looked back at you. “Looks like I have to take off, kitt-“

A knife. You hid it under your dress just above your hip. You pressed the tip of the blade right at his cheek and watched him stiffen, then relax just as quickly.

“You're gonna tell me exactly what I need to know or I’m not gonna let you out of this room alive.”

“Getting kinky, are we, Y/N?”

“I’m not here to play, Todd.”

“Oh, you definitely are.”

A sharp sting on your ass cheek, and you almost dropped the knife. He knew you loved that. Jason watched you whither and lose a second of focus. He drove your skirt further up, exposing your waist where he rested his hands on your skin.

“I’m not gonna tell you jack shit-“

You winced, his hand gripping your ass even tighter to spread your cheeks.

“Oh, you are. I don’t care what I have to do to make you spill.”

“I’m not afraid of you.”

“You should be.”

“We both know you're not gonna stab me. Though I should say you look so fucking hot right now doing just that.”

“Didn’t think you’d be into this, Jay.”

“Now I am.”

You drew the knife down his face. Just barely grazing it enough to sting but not enough to actually penetrate his skin. Your other hand dropped to his crotch, massaging it outside his clothes. His hold on you tightened and he hissed with his head thrown back.

“Tell me where she is.”

Harder. Faster. Your fingers trailed down the impression of his length and you found his tip. You moved your hand, just as how he liked it, then unzipped his pants.

“Fuck off, Y/N.”

You pulled out his cock. It was leaking, and it poked your stomach every time you pumped it and his hips jerked.

He took the second you were distracted and pulled the knife off your hand. He dropped it to the floor, then grabbed your face, kissing you so hard you almost fell off his lap. You continued to pump him even then and started to grind.

“Fuck.” Your moans started getting louder. Jason pulled down the straps of your dress. You weren’t wearing a bra, and he was in the perfect position to devour your nipples and have at it with your tits. His hands on your ass tightened, slapping every so often that you were a writhing, moaning mess.

He set your thong to the side, then slid his cock inside you, so easily since you were already dripping on his pants. But even then, you were still so fucking tight around him.

Jason pulled your ass to bounce on his dick as slowly as your moans dragged out. You held his face, kissing him desperately, bouncing on his lap so mindlessly you set every other thought aside and concentrated solely on his perfect body.

You ripped his tie off, then helped him take off his jacket. You rode his shirt up so you could hold his abs, his pecs, his perfectly muscled chest. Fuck, every part of him was perfect. Leaving him because of your opposing lifestyles just didn’t seem worth it anymore.

He guided your ass faster on his cock. “Right there, Jay… Oh!” you screamed. He did just that and you kissed him hard. Your walls swelled around him, the fleshy confines dragging the length of his hard cock so wonderfully that the tip massaged that side inside you that made you bite into his lip, drawing blood while he went faster.

You kept moaning. He moaned back, right against your ear, low enough to be a whisper if not for his teeth nipping at your earlobe. He spread your ass cheeks, letting you scream his name as loud as you could. Jason gripped onto your tits and you felt his teeth around your nipple. That, with his cock starting to twitch and his thrusts getting sloppy, you threw your head on his shoulder.

Another slap on your ass, then you came apart. That wonderful, buzzing sensation that almost made your limbs fall to the ground, your senses dysfunctional for a fraction of a second, and the vision of blank static as you reached that blissful high, it couldn’t possibly get any better. You felt Jason spill inside you, his own moans as loud as yours, while he made sure you kept dragging his cock inside you in slowing thrusts. You panted against his chest, and he kissed your bare shoulder, your collarbone, your neck, your jaw, then your lips.

“Now will you talk?”

Your voice was still in a daze. He kept kissing you still, softly this time. His hands were around your waist, no longer on your burning skin, and his eyes were on yours, no longer on your body.

You drew his hair back and looked into his eyes. There was good in him. You knew that. And if he knew that too, another shot at that relationship wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

“I have to go.”

That sudden drop of disappointment overrode every lingering feeling of bliss. You looked at him, then at the wall behind him. You reluctantly got off his lap and fixed your dress. He put his clothes back on and zipped his pants. “I’m sorry. I can't help you.”

You laid back against the booth and watched him head to the door.

“She’s five, you know.”

Jason stopped. Then so slowly, he turned back to look at you.

“Palermo’s daughter. She’s five years old. Sionis didn’t tell you that?”

Jason didn’t look like he already knew that. He tightened his tie, looking intently at the door.

Good. There has to be just the slightest bit of good in him.

“An abandoned warehouse in Otisburg.” Jason neared you, so close so you could look straight into his eye.

“Save the girl. And do nothing else. If Sionis finds out, I kill you first.”

He left the room, and you were left with the hem of your dress ripped beyond repair.

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Querencia 3 - The Facility

(Prompt #16 for Summer of Whump)

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Warnings: lady whumpee, teenage whumpee, mental hospital/prison vibes, foster care mention, fantastic prejudice, burns, touch-starvation, mild accidental self-harm

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The facility Liliana is brought to is not what she expected. It’s not a prison, as a small part of her feared, but it’s certainly not a traditional foster home, either. It actually gives her vibes of a hospital, or of the nursing home where she used to visit her abuela. 

White walls, white tile floors. A reception desk. A lounge area with uncomfortable-looking grey couches, a cruddy tv, and a couple of tables with chairs. And from there, long hallways branching off, filled with closed blue doors. 

She’s handed off to a man with a permanent scowl who walks so briskly she can hardly keep up. He rattles off a list of rules, and she struggles to keep up with those, too.

“Breakfast is served strictly at eight a.m., lunch at noon, and dinner at five p.m. If you do not show up for a meal, you forfeit it. However, if you make a habit of missing meals in an effort to starve yourself, you will be forcibly fed. And trust me, none of us want that.”

“Residents are allowed to interact with each other as much as they wish within the common areas. They are not, however, permitted to enter any other private quarters but their own, and private, secretive conversations between residents are not permitted anywhere on the premises.”

“Regardless of what your mutation is, we have a very strict ‘no touch’ policy here. If you’re seen touching or attempting to touch another resident, you will be swiftly and heavily punished. There are no second chances. If you repeat the offense, we will immediately take measures to suppress your mutation.”

Mutation. She’s never heard it called that before. The word gives her an ugly, crawling sensation across her skin, far worse than the term Non ever has. The common slang is derogatory, yes, implying that those with powers are somehow less-than. Non-human. But mutation...that’s even worse. That makes her feel like...like some kind of monster.

Once she’s been examined in the infirmary and has answered ten-thousand questions about her ability, she’s escorted to what will now be her room. The good news is that because of the facility’s strict rules about how residents interact, she doesn’t have to worry about roommates.

But as the heavy door slams shut, leaving her in a cold, stark space with flickering fluorescent lights, a narrow, hard bed, and no decor whatsoever, she starts to rethink her initial assessment of this place.

Maybe it is a prison, after all.

At first Liliana is grateful for the ‘no touch’ rule. If no one is allowed to touch, then she doesn’t have to worry so much about accidentally using her powers. She even asks for a pair of gloves, just for safety, and begins wearing them all the time in addition to the long sleeve shirts.

Besides, she still hasn’t seen any evidence that there are other good Nons out there. The other residents of the facility aren’t helping prove anything. Despite the fact that they’re allowed to mingle and converse in the lounge or cafeteria, very few actually do, and none of them have paid her any mind other than to stare at her with calculating eyes on her first day here. So she’s glad that she doesn’t have to worry about any of them using their powers, whatever they may be, on her.

Life at the facility is boring. She’s allowed to continue her studies, thankfully, though with a tutor who comes to her room, rather than actually going to school. She wonders what her friends think about her sudden disappearance. Wonders what they were told. Wonders if they miss her like she misses them.

She tries not to think about life before the facility too often.

But other than school, there’s no one to talk to and not much to do besides read and watch tv. She’s starting to wish she had packed more things with entertainment value in her backpack, but asking if someone can go back for more gets her quickly shut down. 

The only time anything exciting happens is on the day when the no touch rule doesn’t work so well. A new kid, she thinks his name might be Liam, shows up. It’s not often that they get new residents, but she’s also never seen any of them leave. She doubts adoption rates for Nons are very high, if the facility is even trying to get them adopted. 

She doesn’t think she really wants to be adopted, anyway. She still has a family...even if they don’t want her anymore.

Liam immediately seems to clash with James, an older teen who’s been there longer than Liliana. She often catches them glaring at each other. And one day, the glaring suddenly escalates into an all-out shouting match, which escalates - before any of the staff can get there - into Liam grabbing James by the arm and sending his sleeve up in flames.

Obviously chaos erupts. Residents are screaming, half the staff is tackling Liam and holding him down while the other half tries to douse the fire. As Liam is dragged away, James cowers in the corner, whimpering and holding his arm. 

“Please,” Liliana says without thinking, hovering behind a female staff member whose name she doesn’t think she ever learned. “I can heal him. You can do whatever you want after, suppress my powers or whatever, but...just let me heal him.” 

She doesn’t know why she’s offering. The thought of having her powers suppressed doesn’t bother her, they’ve been nothing but trouble. But she doesn’t know this guy, not really, and she doesn’t actually want to know what the burns would feel like when she took them. 

She just can’t stand to see anybody in pain.

“Back off,” the woman snaps. “Everybody to your rooms. No one come out until dinner.”

The next time she sees Liam, he’s...different. Not only does he not glare at James anymore, he seems to stare straight through everyone. There’s no trace of the tough kid with an attitude he was before. He just seems...empty.

Liliana is glad now that she didn’t let them suppress her powers. She’s not sure what they did to him, but it scares her.

The months drag by. It takes time for her to notice that never being touched is having an effect on her. Her family wasn’t the super touchy-feely type, but there were still hugs before school and bed, kisses on the top of the head sometimes. Now her arms ache for the feeling of being wrapped up and squeezed tight. She finds herself lying in bed at night hugging herself with her own arms, but it’s a poor substitute. Sometimes her skin itches and tingles to the point where she has to take her gloves off and scratch it. 

Once she takes it too far and ends up in the infirmary getting treated for the bright red welts crisscrossing her arms. 

By the time three years have passed and she’s nearing her eighteenth birthday, the itching has been replaced by an overall numbness, and the lack of touch doesn’t bother her so much anymore.