#miss ya dami

[dailydamijon]

Day two of daily damijon.

Green Lantern: Blackstars (2019) Issue #2

clark walking in on jon and damian hugging and then everyone just staring at them

[soysaurus]

He doesn't know where to go: in, out, up, down, or even the fucking manor.

Actually, no. He's never returning to the manor. Jason would have to die again, get buried again, and dig himself out of his grave with nothing but dirt in his mouth. He's never going back. His shoulders hurt.

He crawls into an alleyway. It's like he's six and scrounging for food, eyeing tires and the kids who pop them like nothing. He's been here before. He wonders if he should call Roy, but Star is three hours ahead, and it's already one am in Gotham. Roy barely sleeps enough as it is. Jason can't have someone else hate him.

(The manor is still out of the question. Stephanie saw him two nights ago, Duke saw him this morning, and Bruce hasn't talked to Jason in over three months. This is the way things are. This is the way things were always meant to be.)

He could call Kori, but she's somewhere gruesome and wonderful in the universe. She smiles wider than Jason is even capable of. Artemis would pick up, and so would Bizarro. He could call a lackey, someone to pick him up off of Gotham's floor.

He lets his phone fall instead. There are too many options and none of them are right. He loves too many people and no one at the same time.

His jacket—leather, solid, everything Jason is not—is red on the inside. It's like a body, like veins and bloody cells smeared in a mimicry of a crude children's painting. Jason tried to draw, but he's nowhere near as good as Dami.

He could bleed out. It might be nice: peace, finally. Roy would get it. Bruce would not, and Dick would cry. But Jason wouldn't be around to face any of it. He would be six feet under, cocooned by the earth. He would be warm.

His phone is by his foot, too far to reach unless Jason stretches. He's tired. His shoulders hurt. He wonders if Tim would miss him. Or maybe he'd say thank god.

“Oh, sugar.”

Jason doesn't know the voice just like how he doesn't know the street. He doesn't recognise her in the way he doesn't recognise himself in the mirror, jagged scars and a large, ugly J.

J for Jason. J for Joker. J for Jackass.

Roy told him to call if he ever needed help.

The voice gets closer. “Need me to call Daddy Bats, honey?”

Jason's lungs squeeze. He breathes sharp and shallow and flings his phone across the alley until heinous, carnivalesque cackles choke into harsh squabbles. Harley is wearing red, black and white. She's holding a green bag, and if Jason wasn't so sleepy, he'd see the bag is a concoction of twisted ivy, all weaved together in a basket.

It's pretty. Roy said he's making Jason a surprise, and there will definitely be no flamethrowers in showers this time.

“Fuck off, Quinn,” Jason grunts.

He freezes. It's not a Batman grunt, but somehow that's worse. Jason will never wear the cowl.

Harley pouts, red lips big like a baby. It's unattractive. Roy's lips are thinner and dotted with the odd freckle. “Aw, don't be like that.” She stoops over him, head tilted. His phone is in pieces on the floor, glass glaring Gotham's eyes back at Jason no matter where he looks. “Nasty wound ya got there.” She hums, and then her phone is pressed to her ear. Her lips move but Jason can't hear anything.

He guesses he is dying again after all. He wonders if Roy would mind. He wonders if Tim would listen to another imaginary sorry.

But also maybe this where Jason belongs: a dirty alley where he grew up with a villain who is just as fucked as he is. Jason doesn't like Harley, but he understands her. She holds his hand as if everything will be alright.

[brucewaynehater101]

Was afraid of sending this ask until I recalled the wise words of Junko Kaname

“If you find yourself at a dead end and there’s no other options left, doing something the wrong way might do the most good.”

Plus I'm anonymous. I've got nothing to fear

Platonic Omegaverse AU based on "Back and There Again" by wolfsrainrules and your fic "Words Unspoken" on ao3 —WAIT WAIT WAIT!!!

toss in "Three Robins walk into a tower" by Law_10 plus the fic where Tim gets Surgeoned wings

Also there's some unreliable narration later in this ask which evolved into a fic lol

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Setup; Tim gaslights and lies to himself about Batman's abusive treatment towards him until he's forced by Jack to stop being Robin

When Stephanie comes along, he helps by giving her notes and recordings from his time as Robin, making up for where Batman lacks in training her himself

This leads to Stephanie learning and calling out just how bad his tenure as Robin was, being more distant with the Batfamily + professional-ish w/ Bruce

They try to spend as little time possible with the Bats for their own sakes from them on because the other would worry for them

While Tim doesn't have as much time as Barbara, he does presume an Oracle-like role for Stephanie to help her out

Stephanie also becomes quick friends with the Teen Titans. She's got Tim's seal of approval

Janet Drake dies. Tim is grieving and now he's stuck with Jack so he copes Batman style on the computer—

ooh nooooo. deadpanning??? that's just how I grieve, officer. I can't believe someone would kill my daaaad! who could have done such a thing? Oh you already have him detained and you're even imprisoning him in a whole 'nother state that isn't a revolving door! Thank you officer! You're my hero

Tim set things up so Cluemaster and Jack were unknowingly in the same area and Cluemaster accidentally killed Jack

But nobody is gonna figure that out. It's not like he did the deed!

And who else could advocate for the villain being jailed for life after killing a millionaire away from the New Jersey State itself than the new star of a CEO for Drake Industries, Edward Drake? The fact he works remotely from home and is insanely reclusive is totally irrelevant!

In unrelated news? Tim and Steph have become best friends who flip flip between who they have sleepovers with

Whoop! Suddenly there's two Robins running around often at the same time and they are manaces! Menaces to society I tell you!

Together they train to become the best Robin duo there ever was!

Oh no, I made this a "it gets better before it gets worse before it gets better fic" FUCK ME

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Titans Tower isn't crack like Three Robins. In fact all the Robins are screaming and crying at each other

"You stole my name!"

"You stole it from Richard first, how about you apologize for taking away the very name his own parents gave him!"

"It's not just about Robin but my place in the family dammit!"

"Why would you not come back already! The family misses you! We aren't even daughter and son! We're just unpaid interns at best! We could never take your place. they think you're dead but the spot is open for you if you ever come back! We never replaced you! We're here until you return!"

"Batman's a crazy kid beater Tim!" Steph's right but even with a support system, abuse does a number on ya

Alas, Jason is not seeing reason and while he gets bruised up and does it back, the two Robins at least didn't get beat as much as Jason wanted. Small mercies

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When Jason finally comes back into the fray, it's smoother than he expected. Weirdly enough, he hardly saw his Replacements in the Manor, but given he wants as little to do with them as possible? Small mercies

When Damian comes into the fray and tries to prove himself in the form of attacking both Robins? Proof that there's lots of cult deprogramming to do; but for Jason?

It's nice having demon brat around again. Dami understands what growing up in the League was like and the Replacements spend even less time around him when in the Manor. Any instances where they would usually be asked to interact face to face are done through voicemails or emails instead

Man, Tim must really be living up to Eddie Drake's image if he only sees him and Stephanie as Robins on the field now

Meh, for all he knows they're prancing around with the other bats

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It's his 16th Birthday

Stephanie is first and only to know

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Whenever Red Robin laments getting Spoiler's image tarnished in the super scene for good when it just could have just been his alone, she hounds him for it

As she does when he looks back to his time of cloning, thinking about their mutual lack of spleens instead of the dead

it's progress

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The Core Five of Young Justice sit together in silence. Typing together contingencies for when Batman enacts the third test and beyond

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"Demon brat," says Todd, ruffling Damian's hair

"Dami," says Grayson, trapping him in arms

"Son," says Father, says Pennyworth

The Replacements Father owes life debts to say "Robin," and nothing else until the public is upon them. Then they say "Wayne"

"Damian" when it is professional and polite West etiquette 

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It wouldn't be the first time a villain---Dynamics Master---came from another dimension

The second time they were fixated on biology

Or the third time their targets were Bats

Least of all a new permanent divide between Batman and his proteges came

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Jason hasn't let go since they got out

Neither the pups Replacements with each other

"Unhand me Todd!" Damian. His puppy fussed.

'Responsibility' Jason corrected himself. He kept him close to his chest

Didn't matter what Dami had to say. His scent betrayed him; distressed-puppy-scared-omega-help-please

Emoting through smell. Wouldn't be the worst thing in the world if it was just him and Damian

Jason didn't even realize when he started purring and rubbing his wrist against Damian's hair. Probably another "Dynamic" thing the villain raved about

Something about not wanting to be stuck in a world full of people unlike theirs, since this was the norm in their own

Damian yipped—his hearted melted, good god these Dynamics can't pick if their truth serums for thought or straight up liars themselves—as he buried his nose in the kid's hair, inhaling the smell of puppy-pack-omega-here-safe-and—

His nose scrunched with distress refusing to part from Damian

That wasn't right, it wasn't parting from him either

In fact it's been a chore to not gaze at the PUPS! Replacements the other side of the room

Replacements who would have long since left the room without a goodbye since all their checkups and duties were done for the day

Replacements who's gazes flicked between them and each other

And wore bandages over their wrists and necks

'Scent-blockers' he recalls the villain saying

Jason bared his teeth at them for a warning to— to— he had a pact to protect

Red Robin and Spoiler jumped to their feet and ran out the room, forgoing closing the doors, not once letting the other's hand go

. . .

For some reason, he and Damian's scents felt worse than ever before

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Brown and Drake don't say his name anymore

that is if he ever sees them at all outside of Robin

They don't appear in high society either. Father said they made a scene about faking responsibilities, injuries, and sickness to get out of dealing with elites forever

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"That villain really did a number on you, didn't he Dami?" 

"I remain unshaken!" Damian announced, wrapping fresh scent-blockers around his wrists

When the Manor's doors opened to reveal Jason—wearing blockers himself—Damian was already running towards him, not locking back at Dick until he spoke again

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Another alien invasion—one needing all hands on deck—done with. All that was left

And barking a warning at the Replacements to not get up in his personal space

"Man, not even their teammates want them," he swore he caught a rookie hero say off-handedly, "and they're still allowed in Young Justice?"

But practically everyone was here catching their bearings, so in case he misheard it

"Hey, hey! I heard you talking about Spoiler and Red, right?"

The rookie turned to him, "You mean the nutcases?"

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'Ever-constant despair' Cassandra had to say about the pups Replacements when Jason's hand started hovering over his phone

Alfred had commented on a trend from before the villain where they barely appreciated their meals without the other with them, otherwise they deigned for quick, efficient meals

afterwards it became impossible to get them to eat anything at all without the other with them

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For the first time, Jason felt unfulfilled from Dick's octopus hugs. He was slowly and painfully spenting less time cuddling Damian now and he still didn't feel as hollow.

He grumbled in a way that came with being an 'Omega' and Dick didn't vocalize back. He didn't smell anything but chemicals from Richard— everyone actually

Jason felt hollow

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Once when Jason met up with Damian after the kid changed his blockers

He whiffed Misery

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It was during a drug bust that things really went downhill. That Jason realized he couldn't do this anymore

It was the usual. Drop in. Stop the operation. Pack things up; just with the added downside of his stronger sense of smell making drugs stink like never before—even through his helmet

Spoiler—who came in on a short notice—seemed to have the same problems, coughing like there was no tomorrow.

He could almost swear to hearing keens of all things in between her fit as she shook violently in a way he hardly saw her do

Unmasking wouldn't be an option until the Cave, so she seemed to settle for placing a hand on the bandages on her throat

He placed a hand, on a crate for support. The drugs smelled awful, sure, but to render him dizzy? It was strong, but not that much

It was then that she noticed the blood on her hand which came from blood splattered on the bandages earlier

"Shit— do you mind if I swap out my blockers quick Red Hood?" She wiped down her glove for as much blood she could

"I'm not your boss Replacement."

She scrambled to grasp for her pockets and used her now less-bloodied glove to unwrap the bloodied bandages

'Great' he wanted to spit out 'I can smell you through my helmet and your costumes.'

Instead he got hammered with the puppy-alpha scent of pup-in-danger-not-safe-omega-hates-me-help-save-me

Jason wasn't even sure he could keep himself still, but he did it. It didn't matter if his brain was rewired or scent glands got grafted onto him, he was the master of his own body—!

He can't do this anymore, he can't—

nobody one else for sure

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Jason was going insane

He entered the cave to see Batman on the Batcomputer, but that wasn't what he was focused on, unwilling as it was

Stephanie might as well be clinging to Tim's shoulders for life, looking at the screen of the laptop he typed on

The two had forgone their blockers, forcing their scents to mix and mingle in the air, drowning the place in together-alone-pups-alpha-omega-miserable-together as he picked up bits of a discussion between about about 'dynamics' and a 'syringe' together

Tearing through his skull however was their frequent keens of miserable-pack-hates-us-we're-not-safe-here

Unseen by them was Damian, stiff if not for the movement of breathing and the gazes of oh god that was longing

Jason used all of his willpower to not tear off either of their blockers and he took Damian's hand

Try as he might, he couldn't resist keening in response to his pups. His response making the others stop barely made him feel better

Jason was going insane

He has to put an end to this

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With even Barbara having to go offworld, Batman entrusted Tim with keeping charge of Gotham

After Batman left, he couldn't be faster in delegating some of the job to Jason, shakey as his limbs were

The back of Jason's brain tingles with deja vu seeing the sorry sight that is Timothy

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A hospital in Gotham admitted a new patient

Days later, word hit the streets that Joker was good as dead, a vegetable for life, if only for the bare minimum brain activity and heartbeats keeping him going

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'For once,' Jason thought as he stocked up his chosen safehouse to hunker down in, 'The Bat was right but too late in not entrusting me with unclipped wings'

He would do anything to make Gotham more peaceful than it's ever been for this string of months. Even pull every favor he had to get it done

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"Pack everything you want to keep more than anything in your suitcase pup. nothing for keeping face, we're going to be alone"

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"Steph! Red Hood betrayed us, it was a false alarm. Alert the on-world Bats and—!" Scent withdrawal was a nasty, nasty thing if a hug and an older omega's scent was all it took to knock the pup out

Omega-protector-here-you're-safe-now-pup wafted through the air yet unable to purge the misery-alone-unsafe clinging to them both

Jason would rectify that soon

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Stephanie had been on her wits end and her mind frayed alongside Tim's in ways everyone and thing else would envy

Today that thread of sanity snapped. She had no pack—she can't trust anyone—Tim needs her!

The Drake Manor acquired a broken window, which the super-computer stored in it's secret bunker promptly noted for repair. no girl or boy would see it for a time

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Deep in the Batcave, Cassandra gazed at the syringe full of fluid

A syringe which would be innocuous if not for it being locked in a suitcase that needed a mix of Tim and Steph's Dynamic vocals and pheromones to activate

Something achieved only after intense trial and error, prediction of randomly timed password lockouts, and guesswork on what clips of the two making sufficient audio were Dynamic vocals, and which of their items retained enough pheromones to trick the technology it was fresh from their wrists

Included with the syringe were documents of its nature

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Danger!-unsafe-unwanted-pack-where-are-you-please-don't-kill-me flooded the room after Tim caught sight of Damian and Jason

The omega chuffed, pack-omega-here-pup-you're-pack

An omega-puppy's keen, i-don't-get-it-confused-you-hate-me

A puppy's yip, omega-is-safe-protector-pack-scared-unsafe?

"You're safe pup," Jason crooned, combing his fingers through the teen's hair, "You belong to my pack and so will Stephanie, nobody, not even we'll hurt you."

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All the desperation in the world couldn't get Stephanie to escape a Red Hood who'd spent the last months studying their battle tactics endlessly

And even more months packless meant a new pup in the roster led to him purging the air of anything but his scent of precious-pups-you're-my-pack-i-love-you

Tucking his new pup in the nest, he did a round of checking on the safehouse's security, then his nest, making sure the pack was sleeping comfortably. He scented them again for good measure

Exhaustion wore on his bones. Wrapping his arms around Stephanie as Tim did Damian

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Something was coming, Jason shot up, longlearned in trusting his gut, and as the only grown pack member? It fell onto him to protect them all

He froze at the approaching scent of a beta-pup, another pup, but how?

He heard the mechanisms of the front door unlocking and locking again, and waited for what was coming

The scent drew his gaze to Cassandra's eyes, Cassandra who was waffing lonely-packless-beta-pup-i-want-my-pack-confused

No matter, Jason made room in the nest for a fourth pup, and chuffed for her to come in

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Jason has maybe a year left of three of his pups being pups according to their Dynamics until they're full-fledged adults

All those months before they stewed in misery because he let their pride and societal expectations trump it all

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"The syringe" is all Cassandra has to say about her sudden dynamic

As Tim confesses, those three Young Justice members had wanted to do something about Stephanie and him withering away

The solution? Reverse engineer their own biology to craft a more autonomous means of gaining a dynamic

Jason huffs that he and Dami weren't their first pick

That being said, he isn't saying no to three more pups

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Word rapidly spreads that the Batman's baby birds were spirited away by Red Hood

Even quicker is their meta status of the same vein

Asking strangers "Would you rather get caught doing child-involved crimes by Red Hood, or laying a scratch on his pups?" becomes a viral sensation much like Man vs. Bear

Rogues throw their hands up once Wonder Girl, Superboy, and Impulse join the fray of Red Hood's adoptees

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When the Bats return back to Earth, they find those who stayed have not only cut contact with the rest of the world outside of Gotham and Young Justice, but have dragged Young Justice to join in on pushing their new isolationist policities to their absolute limits

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When Batman discovers photos of the Joker's mauled and unrecognizable body have gone viral on Twitter, he's dissapointed at his own surprise as how easy finding the details were

All he had to worry was verification, which was simple enough

When the hospital's data shows that it was done with claws and teeth, unrecognizable pheromones matching just one boy he knows

Jason grins at him, omega canines on display

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Is it Batman's business if his pups hand over a syringe and their favorite hoodies to a precious little light down two parents to Joker Gas?

Jason thinks not

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I accidentally made a fic

How did this happen? Oh well then

Extra Notes

This was just meant to be a Jason & Damian & Damian thing but then Stephanie and Young Justice and Cass snuck into the nest

And this transforming into a fanfic that was semi-jason-centric wasn't on my bingo but lol

Also rip if you dunno wtf the omegaverse is lmao

Even if Joker is out of the game, Jason couldn't prevent his inventions from getting out there and being reverse engineered and being distributed, hence how Duke's parents still took the L

Now a little Jason think piece

In Canon, he's arguably just as guilty as Bruce for Joker's crimes and victims after he doesn't kill him then and there

Arguably because he cares more about Bruce than the victims and collateral of Joker's deeds

Jason in a position where more than ever, he sees family and community as his world, to the point it's need to live on a psychological level? Threats cannot be allowed to exist

Or at least be able to do anything meaningful for as long as they still live

Joker is at the top of that list. And if Jason can come back from the dead? So could he. What to do?

You only need a beating heart & brain activity to live, and Batman won't let him his long time nemesis die, even as a mercy

I'd present more questions and ideas that didn't get into the final product and do another round of editting but my computers gonna die now lol

Go crazy, go stupid about my ask everybody

Alright! I do in fact know what the omegaverse is. I don't particularly like it for a variety of reasons, but some of the concepts are cool. If I wanted to have similar enough dynamics, I typically read shifter AUs. They have the pack bonding, the scent shit, the different instincts, etc. without the stuff I don't particularly like (depending on how it's written, ofc).

The stuff I loved about this fic/AU:

Fixed Tim and Steph's dynamic in a way I didn't know I needed. Fuck yes to them supporting each other through their Robin years instead of being pitted against each other.

Steph and YJ bonding

Steph and Tim continuing to support each other even through the BruceQuest

Steph and Tim bonding over how fucked up Bruce was to them during their Robin years

The hc/au that Tim becomes an Oracle-like support to Steph's Robin

The hc (kind of canon-ish) that Jason and Damian met in the League

Jason adopting everyone including Cass and YJ and Duke

I am curious about Dick and where he is in all of this. Also, it wasn't quite clear to me who was affected by the omegaverse stuff. Everyone who was adopted by Jason was, but is there anyone else besides that villain?

Two notes you made at the end that were impactful:

Jason is complicit in Joker's murders after he doesn't kill the Joker

I think that is dependent on Jason's characterization. If, how it's often portrayed in canon/media, he cares more about Bruce's actions/reactions than justice, then this is true. On the other hand, Jason may be unable to kill the Joker due to a vicious concoction of trauma, fear, Bruce, and circumstances. It would be understandable (and a great angst/conflict point) if Joker is the only person Jason is unable to kill. He wants to, by everything he is does he want to, but he can't. If anyone wants me to expand, send an ask.

"Batman won't let his long time nemesis die, even as a mercy"

This is the type of Dark Bruce I want to see. My gods, I would kill to see a fic where Bruce views murder as a mercy, too permanent, and too forgiving. This Bruce wants to force villains, rogues, heroes, civilians, etc. to work for their redemption. If they die, how are they going to make amends? What good is atonement if the only one to witness it is God and the dead? What good is forgiveness given by those unaffected?

I'm not saying this is an okay or decent mindset (hence why it's Dark Bruce). I'm just saying it would be cool to explore a Bruce who refuses to kill for entirely different reasons. Instead of it being too far, him being worried about never stopping, or him not agreeing morally, I would fuck with a fic where he doesn't kill so he can make people pay for as long as he wants.

[grvntld]

hi ( •̯́ ₃ •̯̀) i know i should be deep in sleep rn but here i am blah-ing instead ❀ my day is about to end pa lang hehu ang dami nangyari ngayon pero keri naman hehu pagodt lang talaga like phew ganOrn ya know what kwento ko na lang bukas or mamaya ba tamang term ugh ewan basta kwento ko pagkagising ko okiE basta now ang goal ko is mapatuyo na hair ko completely so i can sleepobeepo na hihi today's tiring but i had fun ♡ my legs and feet are tired and my back rlly missed our bed huhuhuhu

[enchantedrose]

TREASURE ot13 ~ Dream

warning: literally nothing except for a bunch of yelling and crying lolll. also, of course i realize that mashi and damie aren’t in the group anymore (and i respect that of course (i do miss them in TREASURE tho)) but anytime i make a TREASURE ot13 imagine, i am going to include them just because it feels weird for me to exclude them still. please don’t bash me for that as i love all of them. 😭 other than that, i hope you enjoy. :)

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Jihoon: “One more time before we go home?” He asks as we all finish up our break.

Doyoung: “Yeah. Let’s just do the chorus to finish it off though.” He says and we all nod getting into our formation for the second chorus.

Junghwan: “Here we gooo. Make it make it drop. Yeah my heart is like King. Kong. Nae shimjangi peong. Peong.” He sings as we do the choreography for King Kong.

Junkyu: “Lose controool. Never ever stop. Do it here we go. Bass. Drum. We go hard hard hard hard.” He sings as we finish practicing for the day.

Hyunsuk: “Wahhh. This comeback is going to be littt!” He says smiling as he walks over to the couch to get his water bottle.

Y/n: “For sure.” I say doing the same.

Jaehyuk: “Let’s go home!” He says happily making us all chuckle. Then, we hear Junghwan and Jeongwoo sing in unison.

Jeongwoo + Junghwan: “Let’s go hooome!” They sing in the same tone as the King Kong chorus as we all walk out the door to go to the dorm.

A while later ~ In the dorm:

Y/n: “Wahh. That was fun but now I’m just tired.” I say stretching out my arms as I sit on the couch to find a movie to watch.

Junkyu: “Tell me about it.” I hear him say walking up next to me. “I needed to eat something before I passed out.” He says throwing me a bag of chips making me smile.

Y/n: “Wahhh! You know me so well Kyu oppa!” I say smiling to him making him smile back as he sits next to me, both of us already in our pajamas. I then find a movie and put it on as me and Junkyu both snack on our bags of chips watching it. After a while, we suddenly hear a voice.

Jihoon: “What ch’all watching?” He asks looking at us two on the couch.

Junkyu: “Just a random movie.” He says shrugging. “Want some chips?” He asks holding out his bag.

Jihoon: “Nah. I’m good. I’m bouta shower.” He says glancing at the movie for a moment. He then walks away to go take his shower.

Y/n: “See ya later!” I yell out slightly chuckling, Junkyu joining in. After about 10 minutes, we see Doyoung and Hyunsuk walk in.

Doyoung: “Watching a movie huh?” He asks sitting next to me.

Hyunsuk: “What’s on?” He asks stealing a chip from my bag.

Junkyu: “Something random. It’s pretty chill.” He says shrugging a little still watching the movie.

Jaehyuk: “Here’s some popcorn!” He says coming in the living room with a couple bowls of popcorn. As the movie continues playing, the rest of the members start coming in.

A while later:

Y/n: As the movie ends, all of us start making our way to our bedrooms. As I finish my night routine, I walk in our bedroom and see Junkyu laying in his bed looking at his phone. He then speaks as he sees me come in.

Junkyu: “Haruto in the bathroom?” He asks making me nod.

Y/n: “Yeah.” I say tiredly sitting on my bed for a moment. Junkyu just hums returning his attention to his phone as I lay down. “Goodnight Junkyu.” I say tiredly.

Junkyu: “Goodnight Y/n-ah.” He says as I slowly make my way into my slumber.

A while later:

Y/n: As I open my eyes for the next day, I look over and see the boys already out of their bed. I sit up on my bed and stretch out my arms before getting up to go to the bathroom. After, I make my way downstairs as I see all of the boys in the living room watching a movie. “Ooh! What ch’all watching?” I ask excitedly as a look at the movie they’re watching.

Yoshi: “Just a random movie.” He says coldly, his eyes never leaving the tv. I just look at the back of his head slightly confused before I speak again.

Y/n: “Oh. Okay. Well, are we gonna eat breakfast together?”

Asahi: “We already ate.” He says coldly as well.

Y/n: “Oh.” I say in disappointment before making my way to the kitchen to grab breakfast. As I walk into the kitchen, I notice that they didn’t even make food for me. “What the?” I quietly ask myself confused as I grab a bowl and some cereal, pouring it into the bowl. “They didn’t make me breakfast and they didn’t eat with me like they always do? Did I do something wrong?” I ask myself as I get the milk out. “But we were just laughing together last night. What happened?” As I sit down to eat my cereal, I think about the boys’ cold behavior, trying to figure it out.

A few hours later ~ At practice:

Junkyu: “Lose controool. Never ever stop. Do it here we go. Bass. Drum. We go hard hard hard hard.” He sings as we do our choreography again.

Asahi: “I’m holding.”

Y/n: “I’m waiting.”

Asahi: “I’m running.” 

Y/n: “I’m fading.”

Jihoon: “Neol kkeutkkaji pogi mothae 

hansungan ilbun ilchokkaji.”

Jeongwoo: “I found you come to me neol pume ango olla uri dulman inneun goseurooo.” He sings right before we do our dance break. As we do the dance break, my mind goes back to this morning. Because my mind is clouded with those thoughts, I don’t even notice myself messing up and the boys’ annoyed looks as they see it in the mirror. My mind is so clouded, I don’t even realize what part we’re on.

TREASURE: “Get up get up move it. Get up get up rock your body. Get up get up move it.” They all sing, me joining in once I realize. “Put’em up. Put’em up. Put’em up.” We all sing in unison.

Hyunsuk: “Like King Kong.” He says as we do our ending pose. We stay like that for a moment before we all catch our breaths. I don’t really pay any mind to the boys before I hear a little groaning.

Jeongwoo: “Yah! Y/n! What’s wrong with you?!” He asks angry as he looks at me, catching me off guard.

Y/n: “What do you mean?” I ask him still catching my breath a little.

Haruto: “How could you mess up like that?!” He asks angry as well.

Y/n: “I-I…” I say trailing off thinking about what to say. “I didn’t even know I-I did…” I say my eyes looking at the floor.

Jihoon: “You’re not even paying attention! You keep spacing out!” He says angry as well making some tears fall.

Y/n: “M-mianhe…” I say a little caught off guard. The boys never yell at me like this… What has gotten into them…?

Mashiho: “Let’s keep practicing.” He says glaring at me a little. “With mistakes like those we’ll never succeed in this comeback.” He says making everyone nod as we all get into position again. As we keep practicing, the more I think about the boys words, the more I find myself messing up. After a while longer of practicing, we do our ending pose again, and I hear more groaning.

Jihoon: “Y/n what’s wrong with you?! You keep messing up!” He asks angrily as my tears spill again. That’s when it finally breaks me.

Y/n: “What’s wrong with me?! What’s wrong with all of you?!” I ask making all of the boys look at me. “None of you have been yourselves today and you’re asking what’s wrong with me?!” I ask yelling as my tears spill over.

Junkyu: “Us?” He asks scoffing a little.

Y/n: “Yes! You! What happened to the TREASURE members that I knew before?! The ones who never yelled at me when I messed up?! The ones who never leave me out?! The ones who are there for me when I’m down?!” I ask angrily as my tears fall.

Yedam: “What are you talking about?” He asks scoffing too.

Y/n: “What do you mean? You know what I’m talking about! What happened to the times we would watch movies and laugh together? Or our fun times filming TREASURE Map? What happened to all of that?” I ask and they’re all silent looking at each other. “You’re not even trying to be nice anymore! You’re snapping at me, ignoring me, and making me feel like a burden!” I yell before my voice goes slightly quieter. “Y’all are acting exactly the way my friends used to… The way y’all promised to never act around me…” I say making everyone look at each other.

Jaehyuk: “Seriously. What are you talking about?” He asks still cold and confused.

Hyunsuk: “Really. When are you gonna finally understand that we do not like you?” He asks coldly scoffing a little. Those words immediately break my heart. I think the boys also realize by my expression.

Jihoon: “Seriously? You’re just now figuring it out? After four years you’re realizing we cannot stand you?” He asks scoffing as well as he glares at me. As he said that, my heart broke more.

Y/n: “S-so you guys just want me to leave…? That’s what you guys want…?”

Yedam: “Finally something you actually understand.” He says scoffing a little as my heart breaks more and more.

Y/n: “But… I-I t-thought we were f-friends… I thought we were f-family…” I say, my heart crying in disbelief.

Junghwan: “Friends?” He asks with a bitter laugh. “You really think we’d want to be friends with you?” He asks with another bitter chuckle.

Jeongwoo: “Why would we ever want to be friends with you?” He asks with a bitter chuckle as well. “You’re just a burden.” He says my heart breaking even more. I just nod slowly as I look down before turning around to walk to the door, feeling the boys eyes following my every move. As I shut the door behind me, I feel myself hit the ground, everything going black.

A while later:

Y/n: As I open my eyes, I hear the sound of whispering around me and I open my eyes to see Jihoon, Hyunsuk, and Junkyu oppa standing around my bed, each of them with concerned looks on their faces.

Junkyu: “Are you okay?” He asks softly holding one of my hands. “You were crying in your sleep.” He says softly rubbing his thumb over my hand.

Jihoon: “We heard you crying and wanted to make sure you were alright.” He says sitting next to me and softly putting his hand on my shoulder.

Y/n: “I-It’s just…” I say trying to find the right words. The boys seeing my face makes Jihoon speak again.

Jihoon: “It was just a bad dream Y/n. It’s okay.” He says softly rubbing my shoulder comforting me.

Y/n: “You all… said I was a b-burden… And that you all didn’t think of us as f-friends…”

Junkyu: “Y/n-“

Y/n: “We were practicing for our comeback again and I kept messing up and you all kept snapping at me… a-and you all left me out of breakfast too…”

Jihoon: “Y/n-“

Y/n: “None of you liked me during the four years we’ve been together a-and-“

Hyunsuk: “Y/n!” He says cutting me off. “It’s okay.” He says slightly chuckling. “It’s was just a bad dream. You know we’d never say this stuff to you.” He says trying to reassure me.

Y/n: “I-I know but… my old friends said the same thing too… but they still left me…”

Hyunsuk: “Y/n, we’re not your old friends. We’re TREASURE. We’re a family. Nothing could ever make us turn our backs on you. We support each other through thick and thin.”

Jihoon: “We care about you so much Y/n. You’re an important part of our group whether it be onstage or offstage.” He says moving to hold my hand. “You’re part of our team Y/n. Don’t let your dream shake your trust in us. We love you and you know that.” He says making me sob a little as I know it’s true, the fear of the dream just taking over. As he sees me sob, he pulls me into a warm hug, his hand rubbing over my back. As he hugs me, I hear the other two speak.

Hyunsuk: “We’ll always be here for you, Y/n.” He says softly.

Junkyu: “We’re not going anywhere.” He says right before Jihoon breaks the hug.

Jihoon: “Want to go wash your face and meet the rest of the boys downstairs?” He asks as he wipes some of my tears with his thumbs. I just nod as he pulls me into one more quick hug. Then, I hear Junkyu.

Junkyu: “You know, I think that movie kind of got to you a little last night.” He says making all of us chuckle a little.

A few hours later ~ At practice:

Hyunsuk: “Here we gooo. Make it make it drop. Yeah my heart is like King. Kong. Nae shimjangi peong. Peong.” He sings as we go through King Kong again.

Doyoung: “Lose controool. Never ever stop. Do it here we go. Bass. Drum. We go hard hard hard hard.”

Yoshi: “Bass drum KING KONG neukkineun jindong nega weonhandaero olla kkokjitjeom uh hamkke duri gaja jukji ana

guji bareonhaji mareo  I don’t wanna wanna wanna wanna wait!” He raps as we continue practicing.

Hyunsuk: “busugo ttwieoneomgo jekkigo

piryo eopseo  neoman isseum mansa da Okay But nae Babyege chaegimeul mulji ma jweramyeon danji nae mameul”

Hyunsuk + Haruto: “Ttwigeham!”

Haruto: “Nado shikgeopham dol gatteon nae mamdo jinju manyang binnadeora

shimjangeun shwil sae eopshi Buh-ruh bum bum bum.” He says doing his rap. We all continue practicing, going through the song, when we finally get to the second chorus.

Junghwan: “Here we gooo. Make it make it drop. Yeah my heart is like King. Kong. Nae shimjangi peong. Peong.” He sings as I accidentally make a mistake. I look at the other boys to see if they noticed, and they did, but I just see them chuckle a little.

Junkyu: “Lose controool. Never ever stop. Do it here we go. Bass. Drum. We go hard hard hard hard.”

Asahi: “I’m holding.”

Y/n: “I’m waiting.”

Asahi: “I’m running.”

Y/n: “I’m fading.”

Jihoon: “Neol kkeutkkaji pogi mothae 

hansungan ilbun ilchokkaji.”

Jeongwoo: “I found you come to me neol pume ango olla uri dulman inneun goseurooo.” He sings as we make it to the dance break. As we do the dance break, I feel myself mess up a little again and I glance at the boys again, some didn’t notice, but some I could see chuckling again. Then we make it to the freestyle part.

TREASURE: “Get up. get up. move it. Get up. get up. rock your body. Get up. get up. move it!” We all sing in unison.

Hyunsuk: “Put’em up. Put’em up. Hey. Hit me one more time.”

TREASURE: “Get up. get up. move it. Get up. get up. rock your body. Get up. get up. move it!”

Hyunsuk: “Put’em up. Put’em up. Put’em up. Like King Kong.” He says as we do our ending poses. As we all catch our breaths, I glance at the boys in the mirror and see them all having encouraging smiles.

A few hours later ~ In your room:

Y/n: As I look at the picture of all of us on my phone, I think about my dream. I start smiling as I realize how much they do actually love me. Then, I hear a knock on the door. “Come in!” I call and the door opens and I see Haruto.

Haruto: “We’re about to watch a movie. Wanna come with?” He asks making me smile.

Y/n: “Obviously.” I say making him smile back as we both make our way to the living room. As we make it there, I see all of the boys smiling faces, and I swear their smiles get bigger as I walk in the room.

[panda-writes-kpop]

A/N: Last part of the series! This might be my favorite series I've done from a narrative point of view, I love how the story has weaved itself together over all of the parts. I hope you enjoy the ending! (and await to see what project will be coming next... 👀)

TW: SPOILERS FOR EVERY PREVIOUS PART, mind fuckery at its finest, Yooh's villain era, OOC Yoohyeon (ofc)

Summary: You finally unmask the Author, but you realize that she's not the villain you've been looking for. Maybe the villain was the friends we made along the way...

♡ Masterlist ♡ 》 》 》 ♧ AU Masterlist ♧

"Where am I?"

"Back with me." The Author's voice rings through the darkness that has surrounded you.

"Wasn't I just with Siyeon?"

"But you wished to speak with me, no?"

"I-" You pause as your mind scrambles to find something to say. "I can't properly speak with you unless I can see with you."

"Fair enough."

A snap of the fingers pushes you into the light. You shield your eyes from the brightness as you find yourself surrounded by more books. 

You melt into the comfort of the armchair as you stare at the women opposite of you.

Blonde hair…

"I know you." 

A gentle smile breaks out on her face as she visibly relaxes.

"You do?" The tenderness in her voice, it's welcoming, soft, and… familiar.

"Dami-ya!" You cheerfully say as you hand her the drink she ordered. "You're coming with us, right?"

"Of course I am." She offers you a warm smile before gently brushing her hand against your face. "I wouldn't miss a moment I spent with you…

"And even if we were to part…" You repeat aloud, as you hope that Dami will finish your statement.

"...I'd seek to find you, again and again." She thoughtfully says as you smile in return.

"You remember."

"Why wouldn't I?" You softly ask. 

"You didn't remember the other girls… I was worried that I would suffer the same fate." Dami answers as a sad look briefly crosses her face. "Do you remember them?"

"Bits and pieces."

"That's good. It means your memories are returning… which means that I can send you home."

"Home?"

"The world of the Awaken. You still don't remember much about it, do you?"

"Not really, but I have an inkling that there wasn't much to remember."

"It's no matter. When I get you home, you'll be able to pull your life back together." Dami reassures you before grabbing a book from a nearby bookshelf. "Are you ready to go home?"

"What about all of you?"

"We'll figure a way out of here, one way or another. Our predecessors did, and so will we."

"Predecessors?"

You're about to ask another question, but the sound of someone crashing through a wall causes you to jump out of your chair.

"You can't let them go home!" Yoohyeon appears out of the rubble before approaching you. "Don't you like it here? You've met so many great people! Isn't this all you were hoping for?"

"Ah, just the person I wanted to see." Dami mumbles before shutting the book. "Do you want to tell them, or should I?"

"Doesn't the magic bound you from-"

"Yeah, the magic did, but some nitwit broke the rules and nearly collapsed the foundation of the world that we live in!" Dami huffs before folding her arms. "Fine, I'll do it. Alice, Yoohyeon is-"

"No, I can't let you do this, Dami! It's not fair that they get to go home!!" Yoohyeon whines before nearly shoving you out of the way to get to Dami. "We had a deal!"

"You lied to me, Yoohyeon," Dami accuses her before regaining her composure, "so don't get preachy with me unless you want me to do the same with you."

"I didn't mean-"

"I know what you meant to do. You tried to find an unwilling replacement for your role. How does that make you feel?" Dami asks as Yoohyeon bows her head in shame.

"Unwilling of my role… as Alice."

"Alice?" You softly repeat as the gears start to turn in your head. "You… took me away from my life because you were unsatisfied with a choice you made?"

"I know it sounds bad-"

"Yes, it fucking does, Yoohyeon! You could've not only harmed yourself, but six innocent women as well. That's not even including those in the Kingdom of Hearts!" You explode as you vent your frustrations at Yoohyeon. "Is all that you wanted was to go home? I don't think it was because you could've easily gotten a child to come with you, but you chose me. So you might as well start talking."

"I-I… I was jealous." Yoohyeon admits.

"Of what?"

"Of how quickly you moved on from me when we dated in the world of the Awaken!" Yoohyeon yells as you stare at her in disbelief.

"Are you kidding me? This all… is for your petty revenge?"

"Okay, I didn't plan the Wonderland part, but when an opportunity like this falls into your hand-"

"I cannot believe you, Yoohyeon!" You scream at her. "You're vile."

"I know." She mutters in shame as you approach Dami.

"Did you know about this?"

"Handong figured it out before I did. The memories you traded, along with Yoohyeon’s…"

"-helped her put the puzzle pieces together, and then she told me." Dami explains before grabbing the book. "Are you sure you still want to do this?"

You glare at Yoohyeon before nodding at Dami.

"I want to go home."

"Okay, I'll get you home." She says. "Close your eyes, and focus on a memory that you have from the world of the Awaken. It'll anchor you to that world forever, and you'll never be able to come back to this place. Are you sure you-"

"Yes, Dami!" You exasperatedly say. "Let's go."

You close your eyes as your mind scours for a memory. You find yourself reaching for a memory from your youth when you read a book about a blonde haired girl and a magical world. She ended up going to that magical world because she fell through a rabbit hole, and that rabbit hole took her to Wonderland, where-

~

You force your eyes open as you look over at the clock in your bedroom.

I must've overslept.

You check the group chat with your six best friends before getting out of bed.

SuA: Morning sunshines!! How are my favorite people doing today?

Gahyeon: It's too early. I'm going back to bed.

Siyeon: Me too. I need my beauty sleep. 💅

Handong: You can get as much sleep as you need, but you won't be able to stop the acne breakouts that we all get.

JiU: Morning, SuA! I've been trying to bake cookies, but I haven't been able to make a batter that will hold up in the oven.

Dami: Morning, everyone. ☀️

You smile at your phone before typing out a message.

You: Good morning everyone! I have to work today, but maybe we can all go out to eat afterwards? 🥂 Last one to reply buys shots!

You laugh as they all race to answer you the fastest.

I missed you guys, even though I was only asleep for a few hours… I must've had some weird dreams.

You find yourself staring at a book on your shelf. You are drawn to it, and you abandon your phone to take the book in your hands.

It's a copy of Alice in Wonderland, but something's off about it.

Then you notice that the girl on the cover has black hair.

That's weird. I must have a misprint or something.

[reineydraws]

op. op pls i devoured your fic rec list. do you have. perchance. more to share. pls. (if you want ofc) jason requires All the hugs. esp when he gets to be Safe in bruce or dick's arms again like they're protecting him even though hes all grown up now and doesn't need protecting but that's his Family and they Love Him op im having emotions (tone lighthearted i just think you have good taste in fics and am wondering if you would want to rec some more? no pressure LOL)

anon, this has to be one of the best compliments ive ever received in my life lmao thank u for saying i have good taste in fics 😂

ive got 10 more recs for ya! i tried to centre it on jason with bruce and/or dick but there are a couple that have an even focus on other siblings too. those will still have the good jason stuff in it tho. 😌😌

also this time not all of them are h/c lol soz some of them are just fluff 🙏 but they do all have good family feels!!! and im pretty sure jason gets hugs in most of them too haha.

anyways, onto some (more) good jason todd family feels gen fic! once again: word count rounded to the nearest thousand, and listed in no particular order.

The Cave by lurkinglurkerwholurks | 4k

jason and dick get stranded on an island and dick is injured so jay goes to explore the island on his own and finds a sketchy cave he goes to explore. shit happens. as a younger sibling myself, i found it pretty accurately captures the complexity and the depth of sibling feelings and relationships (esp dick's older brother-ness) in a situation thats been dialed to 11.

through the valley of the shadow by Goldmonger | 10k

jason gets captured and tortured and inadvisably makes his way out of the building even though he's exacerbating his wounds bc he doesnt want to risk waiting for a father bat that will never come. bruce does get there in time and jay recovers at the manor, to his great annoyance and reluctant warmth.

Ornaments by haunt_the_stars | 2k

it's the holidays & bruce is counting kids (checking in on them) when he finds jason crying by the christmas tree bc bruce buys them all a new ornament every year and jason doesnt have any after his death and it's not fair he missed out on so much of his youth. i cried reading this but it was also cute. (tbf, literally any time jason contemplates the teenage years he missed out on due to his death etc., i cry lol.)

and if only i could make a deal with god by foreverstudent | 21k

one of the ones with a more even focus on everyone. id actually say it's about bruce. feels are good tho, and jason does get a hug. the bat boys get sent back in time and find a bruce that just started being batman standing in front of his parents' graves and wondering if he should stop being batman to find happiness in marriage. the boys unanimously decide to convince bruce to give up the bat so he can be happy, even though it majorly risks their own futures (and in dami's case, his actual life).

Tap Out by coyote_nebula | 8k

jay's at a gala and gets poisoned and as he struggles to breathe (and his family panics), he contemplates all the other times he felt like he was gonna die. focuses heavily on the concept of tapping out as a way to practice boundaries, esp in his relationship w bruce.

You, Me, and the Humanity in Between by JUBE514 | 66k

this is kind of fantasy realism? and this is another fic that focuses more evenly on everyone. bruce keeps finding these kids that arent really human, adopting them and giving them a childhood (and family!) anyways. it's sweet and my favourite thing about it is that the boys all pass around bruce's gotham knights sweater for comfort clothing. also there's a part where john constantine is like "h o w do you keep finding them?!?!" it's good lol. ah and i just love when stories explore what it means to be human.

The 70 Days After Groundhog Day by Ptelea | 44k

this is a dick pov fic that goes through the aftermath of a time loop only jason remembers. it's not often you get to read about the after effects instead of the time loop itself, which i thought was cool, and it goes into the way jason and his relationship to the family has changed bc of this thing only he remembers. focuses most heavily on dick & jay.

Commencement by ivy_and_ivory | 3k

jason invites bruce to his uni graduation :') what i like the most is that jason's not just thinking of how he feels now, he's thinking about how he'll feel in the future. he might still feel weird about bruce now but in the future he thinks he'll have wanted b to be there. it makes me so soft to read about this jason that's looking toward the future again, instead of focusing on his death and his past.

The Bedtime Chronicles by SillySunshine | 5k (series)

the rule is, as long as bruce can pick you up, he can still ground you. 😤 the first fic is robin jason and it's all v fluffy and adorable. the second fic is red hood jason so it's angsty and then hilarious (obvs b can still pick him up) and then fluffy. we love sappy father & son fic in this house!

pantry by envysparkler | 4k

one by one, jason's siblings congregate in his apartment to get away from bruce/seek refuge after a hard day/generally annoy him. jay-centric, tho all the siblings + bruce star pretty equally. fluff & humour! spoiler alert: eventually he escapes to the manor lmao.

[batstorm93672]

Red Hood saw him stumbling close to a back alley. Where the hell is Robin going?

Robin keeps going into the dark, and Red Hood drops down to him. "Hey bud. Where ya headed?" Robin's eyes flash to where Hood is, and he throws a dagger. It's a simple toss, easy to just tilt his head and let it miss. "What the hell was that for?!" "Go... away." Red Hood takes off his helmet and mask, looking at the baby bat look so dazed. "Kid, I'm not gonna fight you. Now please, calm down, don't grab out any other daggers you have cause Lord knows you have a million. Wanna start talking?" Robin leaps at Jason, another dagger in hand, and he aims to slash at Jason's neck. Jason immediately moves back and punches Robin in the face. "Snap out of it!" Robin cries out in pain and immediately moves back, Jason feels a giant amount of worry run through him. What is going on with him?

"Okay, hey, listen. I'm not here to fight you, Dami. It's me. Jason. Your brother."

Robin takes off his mask and drops it down as he curls up into a ball and looks away. "I'm sorry..." "What happened?" "It's all my fault..."

Jason kneels down to Damian, watching him carefully, yet he can see the green glow in his eyes. Not the Lazarus Pit, Damian is different when it's the Pit. This is fear toxin. He must've fought Crane or got hit by a trap. "Are you... scared?" Damian nods just a bit and looks away. "It's all my fault, I didn't mean to." "What happened?" "I... I hurt them..!" Damian already has tears down his face. "Who?"

"My family..."

Jason watches as Damian sobs. "I-I hurt my family... all of them, because of me. It's all my fault... I'm sorry. Father, Richard, Jason, Timothy... everyone. It's all my fault..." "What can you see, Dami?" "All of them... dead, bleeding, and I killed them."

Jason looks at Damian and speaks like one would to a startled animal. "You didn’t hurt anyone, Damian. No one is angry at you. We all love you. You’re part of our family, and we just want you to be ok." Jason holds his hand out. All Damian can see on his hand is blood, just like the others...

"It's all my fault. I killed them, I hurt them, I loved them. I didn't mean to. I'm so sorry."

"Hey... no, you didn't do anything, baby bat. It's just the fear toxin. It's not real. I'm right here. I'm alive." Jason reaches his hand out, and Damian looks at his hand then to his eyes. Carefully, Damian reaches out, lightly touching Jason's hand to test if it's real. Once feeling the warmth, Damian holds Jason's hand. "But... I hurt you all. You were bleeding." "No, look at me, I'm here. Can you look me in the face?"

Damian shakes his head. He knows if he looks, then everything will get worse. "That's okay, you don't have to. Come on, let's go home." Jason holds Damian's hand, and they head back to the Manor.

Got the idea of dialog when rewatching "Turning Red" scene with Ming and Meilin

[chimerinshine]

Wendell and Wild OC#3

😈Slerlysi Damon🎹

Name: Slerlysi Damon aka SPD

Samantha Zavala (Human name)

N.name: Lysi/Damy/Monmon/Monami/Demon Of The Night/Demon In Diguise/Damsel In Distress

Age:??? (Probably around hundreds or billion or same with Dew

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Straight (Perhaps?)

Species: Sleep Paralysis Demon

Height: 5-6ft tall

Others:

>She is the 3rd member of the band

>She is synthesizer and also a vocalist and 2nd vocalist

>She was based off on some random punk girls like Joan Jett & The Black Hearts, Charli XCX etc..

>She's a wild punk impish creature

>Probably some kind of soul who goes renegade or do havocs

>She is some rough and tough psycho but also very sweet

>Dew the owl boi was her BF

>She act rough and tough to the others but to Dew she act very gentle and sweetest thing ya can see

>Even though peace and quiet wasn't her thing she was still willing to help Joseph to ran his church and guide peeps.

>Joseph begs for her to be a nun of the church cause she is the only one female they had in the member so yeah she agrees after a few weeks

>She has a power of darkness and can manipulate shadows

>She can shapeshift into anyone's fear or nightmares she do this coz' maybe she wanted to scare them or help them to fight with someone's fear

>She also have siblings but mostly she with was her older brother The Boogeyman

>Even though she was tough she still blushes in fully red or got secretively soft inside when Dew flirts on her first (just imagine the comic about the Tiger and the Nerd at youtube)

>She have a big heart inside

>If she can't help herself sometimes she was onto making fun or pranking Fr.Bests or just annoy him

>She prefer to play Synth because it reminds her about her past when she was with her grandmother playing a piano

>When she cried her tears was blood mixed with some liquid

>Her favorite foods and drinks was all about junkfoods she mostly love meat and hate veggies

>Mr.Hyde, Dew's cousin always wanted to get her but he got roasted always or punch him straight

>She has a pet Black Cat with a missing named "Wickie". Wickie also can go into a disfigure monsters

[habitneedstod1e]

All for the past months have been doing is trying to help and everyone just looks at me like I'm stupid or I get yelled at which I know I shouldn't take personally but it just is soo fucking personal but I'm just seen as a whiney little bitch who's always angry and goddammit I'm just doing my best I've been so fucking stressed since we moved here I can barely fucking function on top of having a job with one of the worst bosses ever. Nan said she'd help with buying us a car but I almost don't want her to be yall know how they treat us having the phone I don't want to be stuck living by those rules and shit like I am now and have ANOTHER thing to have to pay her back. I can't even be in the same space as tim without wanting to punch a fucking wall like Kyle without a monster punching drywall he just gets so under my skin and God I could be more civil with my fucking RAPEIST than him that's how bad it is but than I'm seen as a whining little kid. I'm under constant stress of getting kickeKicked out over the stupidest of reasons like you can't keep doing that it just proves that I'm just a waste of space and not needed if my own family threats that everytime I express that I'm a fucking adult and not your little girl anymore but they only see me as that kid. They keeping taking the phone and I keep missing IMPORTANT shit like yes I know you pay for it but I two have a life and need it to fucking contact people like I'm just stuck with them with Noone my age aside from fucking work I just can't take it anymore but if I tell them this it's the threat of homelessness and I'm just a angry brat who's mother "failed" like yesterday she was mad that damis psychiatrist called mom after they talked like it's in the words coming out of your fucking mouth MOM SHES OUR MOTHER NOT YOU AND TIM IS MOST DEFINITELY NOT OUR FUCKING DAD But they try so hard to be and it sucks because somehow I'm in the wrong for all of it it's somehow my fault and ya I know I'm a argumentative bitch but seriously yall need to stop everything we (moreso I) is wrong in their eyes and I can't take it like yes I dress oddly for you and you say that people with be mean to me if I wear it but all I get is compliments and YOU ARE THE ONES BEING MEAN like ya threatening to kick me out for wanting to get piercings is bullshit my money my face not yours "but it looks like I raised you wrong" YOU DIDNT RAISE SHIT IF YOU WANTED TO BE FUCKING HELPFUL YOU COULD HAVE WENT TO FUCKING CPS WHEN YOU FOUND OUT WE WERE GETTING MOLESTED INSTED OF BELIVEING MOM THAT WE WENT IN THE WOODS WITH BOYS BUT NOO WE LIVED WITH HIM FOR 4 MORE FUCKING YEARS OF HELL AND YES IM STILL ABSOLUTELY PISSED THAT TIME DIDNT EVEN COME TO GRADUATION BECAUSE HE HAD A POKER GANE LIKE IM PROBABLY NOT EVER GOING TO ANOTHER SCHOOL AND THAT WAS A ONCE OF A LIFETIME EVENT BUT YA POKER I've only said I hate him once when I was a kid and now I WILL say it wholeheartedly because I hate him I truly do Sorry I legit can't bring any of this up to them because once again the threat of homelessness and "being a ungrateful brat"

[invisibleanonymousmonsters]

Heeey! Can I request for the Father of Mine universe? Something along the lines of hickeys, maybe smeared lipstick all over their faces at an event, family dinner or something like that?

“Just skip it and stay here with me,” Jason offered as he leaned against the bathroom frame, shirtless and with his arms crossed.

He had been watching Y/N get ready for at least 15 minutes.

She was currently putting on blood red lipstick that went perfectly with her black winged eyeliner.

Jason wasn’t a big lipstick guy – mostly because it prevented him from kissing his girlfriend the way he wanted to. But he couldn’t deny that it looked incredibly sexy.

“I can’t. I promised Bruce,” Y/N explained as she looked at him through the mirror.

“There will always be other charity events,” he answered with a roll of his eyes.

But he’d had enough of keeping his distance and wrapped his arms around her from behind. He started peppering kisses on her shoulders since her dress was leaving the skin completely exposed and he just couldn’t help himself.

“You know,” she began, “you could always come with me.”

Jason stopped his kissing.

“Guess that’s a no?” Y/N sighed with a shy grin.

But she didn’t really care.

Y/N understood that Jason hated these events. To be honest, she might hate them just as much. But Bruce kept asking her and she tried to go when she could. Sometimes she needed breaks and her father understood that.

Jason ignored her question and his hands started roaming heatedly across her body.

“Don’t even think about it,” Y/N warned, immediately pushing him away.

“What? I didn’t do anything,” Jason laughed innocently.

“Not yet,” she spun around and pointed at him. “But you were going to!”

“And is that so bad?” He asked with a crooked smirk.

“It is when I’m running late. And the reason I’m late is because you couldn’t keep your hands off of me an hour ago.”

Jason tilted his head and narrowed his eyes playfully. “I didn’t exactly hear any complaints…”

Y/N couldn’t stop herself from laughing and shook her head.

No, there had definitely been absolutely no complaints from her.

“I won’t be there long,” Y/N promised.

Then she brushed past him and walked into the giant walk-in closet.

Barely even glancing at all the shoes, she grabbed a pair that matched her dress.

“Can we order pizza or something when I get back? I’ll be starving.” Y/N asked mindlessly as she slipped the shoes on, using the wall to balance herself.

Jason didn’t even realize he was staring.

But how could he not?

The dress was simple. Just a little black dress. It was a charity event after all. But it fit Y/N like a glove, hugging her in all the right places.

Her heels were at least 4 inches, putting her eye level with Jason – if not a tiny bit taller. She would be above the majority of men at the event, except for probably a small handful.

“What?” Y/N asked self consciously. “Too tall?”

“No such fucking thing,” Jason quickly answered.

Y/N usually wasn’t self conscious about her height. She kind of had to get over that back in high school when she was taller than most of the boys in her grade.

But that didn’t mean she completely stopped having slip-ups. Slip-ups that involved questioning her heels or outfit.

Thankfully, Jason was quick to remedy such situations.

“You just look so beautiful,” Jason added as he stepped forward and grabbed her hips possessively.

Y/N kissed him. “Thank you.”

But she opened her mouth to give another warning.

“You’re gonna be late,” Jason spoke for her. “I know. I know.”

Y/N tried not to laugh at her boyfriends desperation as she grabbed her clutch.

“Remember: pizza!” Y/N called over her shoulder as she walked out the door.

————

Bruce and Damian were waiting for Y/N at the venue.

Dick and Tim skipped, going to these things less and less as they became fully grown men with lives of their own.

“Thank you for coming,” Bruce greeted as he kissed her on the cheek.

Y/N was about to turn her attention to Damian and give him a hug.

“What the hell is on your neck!?” The boy cried out before she could.

She blinked in surprise, completely unaware of what her half brother was talking about. Self-consciously, her hand went to the sides of her neck, not sure what she should be hiding.

“Can Todd not keep his hands to himself for 30 seconds?” Damian growled.

That’s when it clicked.

Y/N had a hickey on her neck.

“Damian, lower your voice,” Bruce warned his son.

Meanwhile, Y/N started feeling hot from embarrassment.

“Father, make him stop,” Damian whined.

To her surprise, Bruce cleared his throat uncomfortably. “Damian, Y/N is a grown woman in a relationship. She can do as she pleases.”

It was the right answer, but Y/N was still sweating from the embarrassment.

“If you’ll excuse me,” she quickly mumbled, before disappearing to the nearest bathroom.

But Y/N swore she heard Bruce continuing to scold Damian for his rudeness and for embarrassing her.

When she reached the bathroom, she lifted her head to see that she very much did have a hickey on her neck. It was perfectly hidden in the shadow of her jaw, which was why she hadn’t noticed it while getting ready. If she had, she would’ve put 5 layers of makeup on it to make sure her family didn’t notice.

Thankfully, she brought some cover up with her and quickly started going to work.

After 10 minutes, it was invisible and Y/N let out a sigh of relief.

She pulled out her cellphone, glaring at it as if were her boyfriend.

“You better start behaving. Damian and Bruce just found a hickey on my neck. I’m so fucking embarrassed,” Y/N texted to Jason.

“Who cares?”

Y/N rolled her eyes. Of course he’d answer with that.

“Call me old fashioned, but I’d prefer not remind my father and younger brother that I do in fact have a sex life.”

“A healthy, satisfied, and passionate sex life *,” Jason corrected.

Before she could respond, he texted again with, “Did you cover it up?”

“Obviously.”

“What a shame. Maybe it would’ve kept the spoiled rich boys away from you.”

“You’re on thin ice, Jason Todd.”

“Ooo. I love it when you use the full name. Gets me all hot and bothered.”

Y/N sighed and tossed her phone back into her clutch.

She’d given up on making Jason feel any bit of sympathy. That man would never feel guilty about showing the world how obsessed he was with her.

—————

Jason was reading on the couch when Y/N returned home.

“Hey, beautiful,” he greeted before returning to reading his book.

“Ugh. I drank too much champagne. I have the worst headache.”

“I’ll order some pizza,” Jason offered and pulled out his phone.

Y/N sighed in relief when she took off her heels and then she collapsed on the couch, laying her head on Jason’s lap as he placed their order.

Without thinking, his free hand when to her head and started massaging it, hoping it would help with her migraine.

“Hmm,” she hummed with her eyes closed. “That feels better.”

“Order has been placed,” he confirmed.

“Thank you.”

“Arrives in 30 minutes.”

She didn’t say anything, knowing exactly where he was going with it.

“What could we possibly do with 30 minutes?” Jason teased as he inched closer to her face.

She opened her eyes and giggled up at him.

“Ya know, I heard that sex helps cure migraines…”

“Does not!” Y/N yelled out.

Before she could argue with him further, his lips shut her up real quick.

For as large as Jason was, he managed to maneuver his body very gracefully, until he was hovering above Y/N while she lay comfortably on the couch.

“You look beautiful with lipstick,” Jason said it as if it was law. “But I like it even more when I ruin it,” he added with an almost evil smirk.

It was hard for Y/N to have a clever quip when he said things like that to her.

“How about I mark you up even more?” He threatened.

“Jason…” she warned.

But they both knew Y/N was pretending to be annoyed by it – or against it. When in reality, she kind of loved how obsessed Jason was with the idea.

Just when Jason hiked Y/N's dress up and was tracing her legs, someone cleared their throat.

Jason squeezed his eyes shut in frustration and actually growled. Then he quickly lowered Y/N’s dress and tried to make her modest again.

Y/N covered her face and groaned. “Please, please, please tell me Bruce is not standing at the window right now.”

Jason smirked. “And Damian.”

Y/N pushed her boyfriend off of her and sat up to face them.

There stood Batman and Robin.

Tonight was just not her night.

“You have lipstick smeared all over you,” Damian pointed out to Jason smugly.

“I’d say one day you’d see the appeal, but I’m struggling to imagine anyone ever having that kind of interest in you,” Jason shot back.

“Jason!” Y/N scolded in a yell.

Then she quickly turned to Damian with a sympathetic look, “Dami, he didn’t mean that.”

“Yeah, I did,” Jason corrected. “What do you guys want?”

“Red Robin is missing,” Bruce stated darkly.

“So…go find him,” Jason replied.

“We need your help,” Bruce clarified.

Jason groaned and rubbed his face. “Fine. But we’re setting some fucking ground rules from now on. I’m sick of you guys invading our personal space. We have a door for a reason. Use it.”

Bruce just nodded.

Then he looked down at Damian and with a glare, got him to nod, too.

“I gotta change,” Jason told them, annoyance clear in his voice.

Y/N followed him into their bedroom, to give them a moment of privacy.

“You don’t have to be so rude,” Y/N sighed as she sat on the edge of their bed.

“They spent all night with you and now they have the balls to interrupt?” Jason shot back. “And I want my damn pizza.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at him. “I promise I’ll save you some.”

Jason was in his full gear now, Red Hood helmet tucked under his arm.

He took in a deep breath, tension easing off of him as he saw how cute she was looking up from the bed at him. Her lipstick was half off her lips, but she still looked beautiful.

“Promise you’ll be careful,” her tone was nothing but serious.

“Don’t worry about me,” Jason dismissed as he leaned down at kissed her.

"And be nice to Damian."

"Never."

Jason went back to the living room where Bruce and Damian waited.

“You might want to rub some of that off,” Bruce mumbled as he turned and jumped on the window.

Jason glared at Batman’s back as he reluctantly rubbed Y/N’s lipstick off his mouth with his gloved hand.

Then he looked at Damian. “Say another word about it and I'll skin you alive.”

Damian gave him a dirty look, “I’m not scared of you.”

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[uncouth-the-fifth]

omg i love prompts, and congrats on 100 followers !! <33 how about "i never realized how meaningful sex could be until we got together" with batman!damian?

354. "I never realized how meaningful sex could be until we got together," with Damian Wayne.

ty!! I love prompts too cause they force me to be more creative than usual, which ya girl struggles with. Batman!Dami was an exquisite choice 👌

A needy moan fell from Damian's lips.

You chased the taste of it, cupping where the soft edge of his hair met his neck to swallow his sounds. Post-patrol sex was fifty-fifty for Damian - either it was the last thing on his case-honed mind, or the necessary stretch his overworked body was dying for. Now, his muscles seemed to float under his skin without tension. Sometimes, your hands would flutter over a bruise or your lips would meet a bandage, but each minor pang was a worthy sacrifice to withstand. You kissed him. The fist of control Damian held over himself unwound, finger by finger.

You tilted back, hands sunk in the sheets behind you, and rolled your hips onto his dick. There was so much to look at that Damian's mind went blank, piercing eyes dizzying over your flush body. His hand braced on your warm waist and pressed into your belly. Damian watched your face steam with lust, watched your pussy fill itself with him until your weight settled on his lap again.

"Yes," Damian hissed, meeting your hips with his.

The tiny plea you gave him was too precious to be bought. "Look at what you do to me, Damian... fuck, baby, look..."

You whimpered at his fullness. The sound guided his eyes to your union, where the outer ring of your cunt wrapped snugly around Damian's girth.

"So full?" Damian cooed. His thumb languished at your clit, circling it in lazy circles. "You're practically bursting with me, beloved..."

You kissed him, wet and wanting and giggling. "Gonna - ah, split me in two, bats."

Niether of you put much effort into moving. You didn't have to, with Damian's injuries and your shared laziness. He liked to soak in each feeling you gave him, and you were content to be studied, so long as his gaze wandered and lingered. It never failed to. Just sitting cozy in his lap was nice, anyway. You'd managed to rip off everything but Batman's leggings, and the armored plates scratched pleasantly at your thighs and ass, putting imprints in your skin the longer you saddled him. His belt, boots and gloves were all over your room, lit by the wall-by-wall view of Gotham. It was too early in the morning for any sun, so you made out Damian's face by the angular planes of golden light framing his skin. Admiring him turned you into an artist. You could plot the shape of the light on his abs well enough to paint, and match it to the gleaming color of his eyes in the shadows.

A hand on your back fished your top half back to him, lips ready and eyes feathered closed for a kiss. Damian hummed when you gave him what he wanted. The sound vibrated low in his chest, thrumming through your own rib cage and filling your heart. Even just that movement stimulated you both. Usually, Damian's skill and determination could ensure at least five rounds of hungry, filthy sex, but his voice is tired and his hands are soft. Niether of you want to rush this. Niether of you need to, because the simple pleasure of kissing is enough to make you cum.

Damian cups your jaw in one hand, almost wrapping his hand around your throat. You're so close that you can taste the shape of each word on his lips. "Perhaps we should fall asleep like this," he humors, blinking lasciviously, "use you as my little cock warmer."

"M' too close," you shake your head. "I can sit on your lap when you work tomorrow. Just some Justice League reports, right?"

Damian scowls, "I don't want to think about Kent while my dick is inside you."

Your blush sinks into his neck and hides there, pressing your nose into his shoulder. Damian's heart flutters when you kiss his pulse. "Then what do you want to think about?"

His warm, calloused fingers play with your hair and enjoy how attached to him you are. You're barely touching the bed. With Damian's cock sheathed all the way inside your sore pussy, you're on him in every other way too, chest to chest, face to face. You're only brought closer when you embrace him around the neck, prompting Damian to scoop you up around your lower back and nuzzle into your cheek. Even the tiniest squeeze forces his eyes shut in bliss - your walls cushion him just right, and pool slick down his thighs. Touching himself was fine when the moment called for it, but nothing could beat this slickness, this velvet.

"You," Damian admits. He gave himself an arm to brace against the plush mattress, then stirred his hips up into yours, faster and faster, "t-touching you... your stomach, your breasts..."

Politely, you pushed your chest deeper into his. He felt your weight move to your knees. "A-ah! Yeah? W-what else?"

"Making love to you while you wear - wear my shirt. Pushing it over your chest, f-fucking you," Damian grit, "the face you make when I make you cum."

Your nose withdrew from his neck and bumped against his, your foreheads together. Arousal burned in your gaze like boiling steam, and you trapped him there, palms on his cheeks, forcing him to watch your lashes flutter and lips part each time Damian plunged deeper. He twisted just out of your hold and slammed his mouth to yours, groans unrestrained - you rode him until his legs were sore, until cum surged into your cunt, so much, liquid spilling in thick ropes down your thighs.

He thrusted and kissed you until you both were sweaty and cum-slick, mouths slowing, breath laboring. Damian released you from a particularly wet kiss, lips popping. He fell onto his back and sunk into the memory foam, sucking down air. You knotted your trembelling fist around the edge of his waistband and panted. The orgasms dragged on as the sex had, languid and exhausted. You waited until your pussy stopped urging his cock to throb to dismount him. This, too, took forever, but Damian's grin only grew as he absorbed your satisfaction. He'd performed well. Damian always did, but that fact was never missed by his ego.

You dropped your ass down on his stomach instead, letting his cock breathe. Like him, you collapsed forwards, squeezing his waist with your calves and snuggling Damian's chest. When his orgasm had faded to a distant warmth tingling in his gut, he was struck with the feeling that no one else had ever done this for him, and perhaps no one else ever would. Sex had once been nothing but a manipulation to him, but this was... this was special. This was something a devil like him should've never been able to treasure, and yet you'd shared it with him. Shared yourself. He hugged you to his chest, heart pounding.

"I never realized how meaningful sex could be," Damian said, slowly, "until you. I... I love you, Y/N."

You pressed a smiling kiss into his chest. "And I love you, Damian. Anytime."

[oro-e-diamanti]

Quiet Music: Crescendo (Chapter Ten)

In collaboration with @bethanysnow

Dear saint, let lips do what hands do. No longer the need for innuendo or ego. Asking the question of 'are you mine?' Tossing aside fear with the clothes they wore. Operation 'rock n' roll' is a go!

Content | Fluff + Smut

Pairing | fem!Reader x Damiano

Word Count | 6814

***

For once, it wasn’t the blaring alarm waking Y/n up, but the sun creeping around into her room, a gentle reminder that she had forgotten to close the blinds the night before. Today was a day off for the band and by proxy a day off for her. It couldn’t have come at a better time. Feeling the weight of sleep leave her, she rolled over and checked her phone. Still no message from Damiano. Was it immature of him? Yes. Did she think she deserved it? Well, also yes.

Y/n pulled the covers over her head, not wanting to face the day just yet. So instead, she grabbed her phone again, pulling it under the blanket with her, deciding to text Victoria. At least she would be answering.

“Hey,” was the simple text she sent to the bassist, still almost a little unsure of the whole plan. But the answer came quickly.

“Finally gonna tell me about your idea?”

“Um...so you know how I said earlier I wasn’t exactly rock n roll?”

“Yea lol”

“Let's fix that ;P”

“REALLY?!?!”

“Yea, clothes, accessories, make-up, the whole she-bang. I trust you not to fuck up my face that bad.”

“OMG I LOVE YOU! I promise I won’t!”

Y/n giggled at Victoria’s enthusiasm, glad that her idea was being received in a positive way. Her eagerness to turn her into a rock ‘n’ queen was infectious. Then another message popped up before she could answer.

“Wait- is this to make Dam, ya know…”

“Maybe? Probably? I haven’t put much thought into it because if I do, I'll lose my nerve.”

She took a deep breath, then sending off another text.

“Also I want to show him I’m in this too, this whole world, you know, I’m ready to be in this with him”

“You really do like him huh”

“Yes, now are you gonna help me or not?”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world!!! Let me get dressed and operation ‘Rock n’ Roll Y/N’ is a go!”

***

The band had met up in Ethan's room that morning for breakfast - well, everyone but Damiano, who was taking his sweet time joining the others. Vic was buzzing around asking Y/n a million questions that Ethan and Thomas seemed to pay no mind to, much more sleepy than the women in the room. Y/n was in the middle of listening to yet another of Victoria’s ideas when the door swung open and Damiano sauntered in. Putting a hand up to Victoria, motioning for her to pause, Y/n tried to untangle herself from the chair as gracefully as she possibly could.

Damiano wasn’t looking at Y/n, not even in her general direction. She wasn’t sure if he was doing it on purpose or not, but she decided it wouldn’t do. Not now. Not today. Not for the rest of them being together. When she had entered a room before, he had always looked up. Without fail. Even before they had spoken about anything. She may have been blinded to feelings, but she always noticed the smile that blossomed on his face. It was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. And she would be damned if yesterday was going to define today. Walking up to the singer, she kept her eyes on him. No more looking away. No more being scared. He glanced over briefly, raising a brow, yet still looking more at his phone than her.

“Coffee, Dami?” She offered as she held out the cup to him, acutely aware of the way he finally turned to her at the nickname. “I made sure it’s the way you like it.”

Their fingers brushed as he finally took the cup, sparks easily igniting at the skin contact. Gasping at their intensity, she would have dropped the cup if it hadn’t been for his hold on it.

“Thanks, Y/n.” There was a softness in his voice, reaching his eyes, as he leaned down to kiss her cheek. It only lasted a moment, before he walked over to the desk in the room and perched himself up there, seemingly unbothered. She knew he wasn’t. He couldn’t be. But it stung and fed her determination.

Y/n sent a pointed look towards Victoria, who was quickly looking back and forth between the two of them, before walking over and bending down to the bassist.

“Operation Rock n’ Roll is definitely a go,” Y/n told her, not quietly enough for the others to miss it, but clearly demonstrating that the two of them were sharing a little secret.

As Y/n looked around, she could see the others’ faces were painted in confusion, raging from hidden curiosity (Damiano) over quickly fading interest (Thomas) to a concerned crease on the forehead (Ethan), but she could only chuckle at their reactions. Only Victoria shouted an enthusiastic “Yes!”, punching at the air in an over dramatic gesture.

“You are all fucked!” The bassist yelled. “ When we get back, you better be ready for a knockout! Whoo!”

Unable to keep her smile at bay, Y/n quickly gathered her things, watching as Vic walked over to Damiano.

“And you, my dear friend, get your head out of your arse.” She briefly patted the stunned man’s chest, before turning back to Y/n to grab her hand, pulling her out of the room with a last wave to the others. Y/n could only imagine their stunned faces.

***

“Stop flinching!”

“Vic! I know you’re used to it, but it’s actually very threatening to have someone move a pencil that close to my eye!”

Victoria’s hotel room was a mess. They had gone on a shopping spree that Y/n had hoped would last an hour or two at most, but she had severely underestimated the bassist’s stamina and desire to find the perfect outfit. She was pretty sure she had tried on ten whole stores worth of dresses; most of them didn’t fit much to Vics determination, but finally they had found it, the one. She hadn’t been quite sure when she had first put it on, sleeveless, short skirt with lace trim, silk fabric reminiscent of nightwear, but then she’d opened the curtain and the way Victoria had gasped was so earnest and in awe that the decision had been made. Then, after a quick lunch, the search had gone on, this time for shoes and stockings. By the time they had gotten back to the hotel, they were starting to hurry to get her ready on time for dinner.

“What do you think I’m going to do, take your eye out?” Victoria asked with a scoff, motioning for Y/n to look up again as she applied liner under her eyes. “I’m kind of keen on you if you haven’t noticed yet. You and both your eyes, ideally.”

Y/n did her best not to giggle, scared of the pencil slipping and stabbing her after all, and it only took another minute for Victoria to announce that she was finished with a tiny tadaa. She handed her the lipstick, before motioning for her to walk over to the mirror, both to admire herself, and add the last touch. Y/n felt like her breath was getting stuck in her throat.

Victoria had done a fabulous job, there was no doubt about that. Her skin looked flawless, but not cakey, eyebrows accentuated, eyes dark and smokey, heightening their expression, mascara opening them up. Y/n grinned to herself before putting on the lipstick, a dark colour, the kind she had been wearing in the video of her dancing, hoping it would charm Damiano the way it did then.

“Right, go do your hair and get dressed and then I’m taking you out to dinner,” Victoria winked from behind her, watching her through the mirror.

“Is everyone else ready as well?”

“Oh no.” A grin appeared on the bassist’s face. “It’s just going to be you and me, and you better believe I’ll be sending Damiano photos of my hot date all night. We can meet them at a bar later.”

Y/n studied herself in the mirror again as Victoria bustled around the room. She wasn’t entirely sure about the plan, but Vic knew Damiano better than her, and she trusted her instincts. Teasing him didn’t exactly sound like a bad idea. She was already imagining him opening the pictures, and god she hoped he would gasp just a little, look again and again, impatiently waiting to meet her. A smile graced her face. Maybe it wasn’t a bad plan at all.

***

Victoria raised her phone up and snapped a photo of Y/n. The black dress was riding up her thighs as the woman bent over the bathroom counter to put on some gold cross earrings from the bassist's collection. Adding the caption “Head out of your arse yet?”, Vic sent the message to Damiano, a hopeful smirk already playing on her face. She knew that if she played her cards right he would drop the attitude and finally admit he was being dumb - at least that was what she was hoping for.

Music was blaring from Y/n’s phone - ‘Paint It Black echoing through the room - as she plugged in a flat iron. Neither of them could resist a little dancing as it heated up, and Vic took the chance to sneakily capture a video, her friend wonderfully unaware. A sexy, relaxed, dancing Y/n doing her hair to go to dinner with not Damiano? A true scandal! At this point, Y/n had let her hair down and was starting the curling process, berating Victoria with a smile not to come too close or either of them would end up with unfortunate burn marks.

Victoria didn’t have to wait long for Damiano to reply to the video, a series of question marks filling her screen. She grinned to herself, knowing the singer had fallen for it hook line and sinker and she wasn’t about to let him get off easy.

Once the hairstyling was finished, Vic grabbed Y/n close and took a photo of both of them together, making sure her friend was the focus of the picture, highlighting her wild hair.

“You look beautiful, love,” Vic grinned, making sure Y/n had turned around before sending the picture to Damiano, no comment. He was going to go crazy in all the right ways.

Once more, Victoria’s phone went off, indicating a text message - only this time, it came from Ethan.

“What did you do to Dam?”

Victoria just laughed.

***

Damiano groaned as his phone went off. Again. Even the rumble of the traffic and the noise of the city surrounding the cab the three men were sitting in couldn’t hide it. While Thomas simply shot him a questioning look before going back to his own phone, Ethan’s eyes were solely trained on him as he removed the phone from his pocket, eyeing up yet another picture he had been sent.

“What is up with you and that phone tonight?” Ethan finally asked.

“Just Vic,” Damiano admitted through gritted teeth as he stared at the newest photo. Y/n was looking off into the distance, seemingly unaware of the picture being taken, a glass of red wine in her hand, leaning onto the table just enough to give him a hypnotising view of her cleavage. “Keeping me updated on what the girls are doing.”

“Fuck, she looks good!” Thomas suddenly exclaimed next to him, having leaned over and caught a glimpse of the screen. “No wonder you’re fidgety.”

Damiano quickly turned the phone away from Thomas, a quick nudge to the side that read quit annoying me, before a contemplative look crossed his face. Ethan, of course, didn’t miss it.

“So, you’ve been getting pictures and videos all night and you still pull that face?”

Damiano groaned. He didn’t really want to get into this, yet another part of him was dying to talk. He didn’t let himself ponder over it long, though. “I don’t know, it’s just… Wish they were coming from her instead of Victoria. Wish she was dressing up like that for me, you know.”

His voice got quieter as he went on, immediately feeling stupid, but neither of the others laughed.

“Do you really think she’s dressing up for anyone but you, Damià? Then you’re even more blind than I thought,” Ethan calmly explained. “If anything, it might be you that should prove you’re worth dressing up for. You’ve been awfully jealous and distant to her.”

Damiano didn’t reply, turning his gaze away to look out of the window. He knew his friend was probably right - when was Ethan anything but, really? He knew he wanted her, no one but her, to be the one she dressed up for just as she felt comfortable around him in pyjamas and a bare face. He wanted it all. He wished for the cab to hurry up, finally get them to the bar they were meeting at. He needed to shower her in compliments, show her he was worth it, and talk.

They really needed to talk.

***

The bar in Glasgow was filled with locals, which, given the circumstances, was the best-case scenario really. Little chance of being spotted or interrupted or secretly photographed. Luckily, it didn’t take the boys long to find a booth at the back, and Ethan and Damiano had barely sat down when Thomas announced he was going to the bar to get them drinks.

“Are you going to do something about it or just sit here and stare at her all night when she gets here?” Ethan asked, looking at his friend. Damiano’s eyes were solely focused on the door. He had heard Ethan, of course, he just couldn’t be bothered to respond. His leg nervously bounced, waiting with anticipation. He needed to see her

“Can you stop being right all the time, Edgar?” Damiano finally mused, as if uncomfortable with the silence that Ethan seemed so relaxed with. Then Thomas was back with the beers and Damiano barely had time to grab a bottle, when he noticed someone enter the place.

There she stood. In all her glory. None of the pictures or little videos Victoria had sent her even came close to seeing the real thing. There was a radiance around her that seemed to light up the whole place and Damiano wondered how anyone could stop themselves from staring at her.

He mustered her intensively as she walked closer, barely registering Victoria by her side. He couldn’t help notice a bit of a nervous look in her eyes, arms uneasy at her side, and he wanted to kiss her and push all of her insecurities away. She was a goddess in his eyes and she deserved to know.

As the two approached the table, Vic began to snicker, and it took a moment for Damiano to avert his eyes from Y/n and look around at his friends. They seemed similarly awestruck at her appearance, taking her in, eyes full of wonder. Something akin to a sense of pride washed over him.

“What? Haven’t you guys seen a sexy woman before?” Vic chuckled, scooting into the booth with them, fingers easily grasping onto Y/n’s wrist to make her follow, but she kept standing, eyes only trained on Damiano.

“Um… Dami, you, uh… want to go with me to the bar and, you know, get a drink?” Y/n stammered, playing with the hem on her dress. He knew it was a nervous gesture, but the way the fabric revealed just a tiny bit more of her leg had his head spinning already.

“Yes!” He shouted out, before noticing his extreme enthusiasm, and quickly cathering himself again. “Yes - I mean sure, let’s - yes, you need a drink as well.” He didn’t miss the giggles of his friends, increasingly amused at his behaviour, but he decided not to pay them any attention as he followed Y/n to the bar. He barely paid any attention to her order, fascinated by the way the dress clung to her curves, how she leaned against the counter, fingers picking at her black nail polish.

“Listen, I think we’ve both noticed things are a bit awkward between us right now,” she stated. He could tell in her demeanour that she was trying to stay calm, pragmatic, but the tone of her voice betrayed her and it gave him all the hope we needed. He didn’t let her continue, words pouring out of his mouth before he could stop them.

“I’m stupid, I’m sorry, Y/n, I know it. And I was childish, ignoring you and your texts just because I was jealous. I just couldn’t get that video of the two of you dancing out of my head and the way you were looking at each other and then you go dress up for him and meet him for dinner and dancing and you don’t come home until late and my head was just spinning with thoughts. I should have just talked to you.”

“Damiano. Listen to me. Danni is gayer than an Alan Carr Christmas brunch. It wouldn’t have happened. At all. Plus, he has a lovely boyfriend. And I’m dating you...That should be the most important reason, really. You! I- I’m in this with you. Only you.” There was a softness in her face now, still accompanied by nerves, eyes darting back and forth. Damiano could basically see the gears in her brain start spinning at lightning speed, trying to explain her feelings. “I pick you, there’s no one- I wouldn’t, ever. It was my idea to get dressed up. For you. Vic helped of course. She almost stabbed my eye by the way! Anyway, She took me shopping and everything, we literally spent the whole day getting it right. Because- I wanted it to be perfect. Fuck, I’m sorry, I’m rambling.” Neither of them seemed to notice the bartender put the drink on the counter. Instead, Y/n was tentatively looking up at the singer, finally meeting his eyes. He felt even more stupid now.

“Of course he’s gay, I… fuck,” Damiano chuckled to himself, suddenly finding it hard to look into her eyes. He felt silly, embarrassed, knowing he had overreacted and let it out on her. “I’m sorry. I… I’ve gotten fucked over so much since we’ve made it, or whatever, and it’s left a bad taste in my mouth. But that isn’t you. I should know it isn’t.” He awkwardly grabbed the drink, quickly taking a large gulp in the hopes of easing his nerves. “So… this is for me then?” His fingers played with the fabric of her dress, then quickly pulled away, wondering if this was too close, too much, too soon.

Y/n laughed. Damiano had almost forgotten what that sounded like coming from her. She smacked his arm, slightly more forceful than probably intended. He didn’t mind.

“Of fucking course this is for you! And that is my drink you just stole.” She giggled as she stole it back from him, taking a sip. “I wouldn’t have done it for anyone else, stupido…” Her hand was now resting on his sleeve, not really doing anything, just not wanting to let go of him just yet apparently. “So, you like it? I know you, uh, liked the dancing video and stuff, so I thought this could be, you know... I honestly don’t know what I was thinking, actually. Maybe that if you saw me like this, it’d help…? Get the message across?”

“I love it,” he grinned more easily now. “I love it a lot.” His hand followed the line of her curves, from her hip upwards, feeling a little more daring at the way she was reacting to him. He cupped her cheeks as he reached her face, thumb slightly stroking over her lips, painted a dark colour. “I love this in particular. It’s definitely sending me a lot of messages.”

Her face grew warm, nose scrunching up in what looked to be an effort to shake it off. Then her eyes sparkled, and Damiano could only stare and guess what was going through her mind.

“Now, before you get too many messages, we should probably head back to the others. I think they might be wondering where we went. Come on.”

Intertwining their fingers, Y/n led them back to their booth, taking a seat next to Ethan and pulling Damiano along with her. He noticed the way everyone pretended to be involved with their own things, Ethan watching a football game on one of the screens above the bar, Thomas and Victoria busy with some silly conversation or other, but he didn’t miss the way they all looked over. The way they saw how Y/n was holding his hand still.

“You look very pretty, Y/n,” Ethan smiled at her. “Basically one of us at this point.”

“Yeah,” Thomas grinned. “Now we just gotta make sure she gets as drunk as we usually do on these nights.” He raised his glass to his lips, quickly drowning whatever was in it, already halfway back to the bar.

“I’m not against the idea,” Y/n mumbled into her drink with a smile, taking a sip. “What do you say, Mr. David? Want to get wasted with me?”

He leaned over to her, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head. “Gladly, my lady,” he laughed, before turning back to his bandmate. “Thomas! Bring shots!”

It didn’t take long. Well, maybe it did take a few rounds and Damiano had simply lost track, he wasn’t quite sure. Soon, a playful argument between Y/n and Ethan had broken out, discussing whether she’d be able to do their jobs on stage just for one night.

“I watch you every night, I think I could- wait, I know I could walk up and give the same performance Dami does. No one would know why the fuck a random person was taking the mic instead of him, but that’s not the point. I could definitely do it! The hair flicks, the dance moves. It's all memorised at this point.”

“I doubt it, there is no one that can replace Damiano. Even you, our lovely assistant.”

“Well, I’d surely do better than you. Adorable, shy, little Ethan. I’d take you up on that bet any day.” Downing another shot, she could barely contain her giggles until she had set her glass back down. “The day you get up there and start rapping Zitti E Buoni in tight leather pants and make out with Thomas’s Fender, come talk to me.”

“Good thing I don’t need to prove myself to you,” he smiled, taking another sip of his drink. “You, on the other hand, are still technically new here, so you’ve got a lot to prove left.”

Damiano hadn’t been involved in the conversation, simply content watching Y/n slowly lower her inhibitions, downing drink after drink, getting louder and more open with every minute passing. Still, he couldn’t help drawing her closer for a moment, arm resting around her waist.

“Y/n doesn’t need to prove anything,” he defiantly told Ethan, albeit not without a smile, before burying his face in her hair until his mouth was right at her ear. “Unless you want to, of course.” He watched as her face seemed to heat up, easily understanding his hints, but where he was sure she would usually smack him playfully, telling him to back off, this time her eyes told a different story. Damiano found himself pawing at his collar, suddenly much warmer than before.

She smirked, seeing him get flustered. When she finally took off her jacket, she made sure to do it slowly. Damiano was fascinated, closely inspecting every inch of flesh appearing in front of him, but his attention was quickly caught by a little tattoo. Three 8-bit hearts sitting just under her collar bone, near her actual heart. Scooting to face him, she leaned up and kissed his cheek. He could imagine the dark purple mark she had probably left there.

“You look good with lipstick on you,” she smirked, dragging her thumb over the bottom edge of it. Turning back towards the table, she continued talking to Ethan, as if nothing at all had happened. But Damiano’s hearing went fuzzy for a second, unable to tear his eyes away. He almost couldn’t believe his luck.

“You, uh… like Zelda?” He asked, trying to pull some brain cells together.

“Hm? Oh yeah, I got this when I was like...18? I think?” She grinned, and he could see in her eyes that she knew what she was doing. “Maybe, if you’re good tonight, I’ll show you the others…”

Damiano groaned to himself. She had never been this forward and he knew the alcohol had pushed it, but fuck, he was getting in deep as well and the look she had just sent him made him want to drag her out of the bar right then and there. He didn’t miss the knowing grin Ethan sent him, or the way Victoria wiggled her eyebrows, answering both of their actions with his middle finger.

“At least tell me about where the others are before I die a slow and painful death, woman.”

“Aww, but it’d be so much more fun that way,” she grinned but relented quickly after another pointed look from him. “Okay, well, this was my first tattoo.” She raised her arm up, presenting a tiny panda bear that appeared to be asleep on her inner arm. “I also have one under my tit, one on my back, and one on my hip. But those aren’t really for public viewing, you know. I’m sure you’d prefer to get a good look yourself.”

Damiano was sure his brain had fully shut off at her teasing, not used to her being so forward, or being faced with the possibility of getting closer to her in that way. Not that he hadn’t thought about it. Oh, had he thought about it.

He was briefly pulled from his thoughts when Victoria announced her departure, shaking off Ethan’s question whether he should accompany her and promising to get a taxi back. But Damiano only sent her a brief wave, still completely allured by Y/n.

“Under your tit you say?” He drunkenly giggled into her ear. “I would definitely like to see that one for real… And just about everything else.”

He pulled away from her again to take another sip of his drink, not sure if he needed to gather more of his confidence or if he was trying to distract himself from the undeniable tension rising between the two of them. Both of them were starting to play with fire, but he was liking the heat. When she leaned back into him with a content smile, his arms immediately wrapped around her shoulders.

The night was seeming to change, the atmosphere around them developing into something new. More people started to fill the bar, they were louder, maybe younger, effectively raising the volume of the whole place. But all Damiano could think of was how close his hand was to Y/n’s chest. She kept playing with his fingers, so he wasn’t questioning whether he was taking it too far. But the thoughts in his head were boiling over with filth.

He barely noticed the way Thomas was now in the middle of the room, displaying his best dance moves as his drink sloshed and spilled on the floor. Ethan, however, did notice, and acknowledged the situation with a deep sigh.

“I should probably get him back to the hotel before there’s a repeat of Amsterdam,” he commented, quickly getting up from their booth, sending both of them a smile and a wink, before collecting the guitarist from the dance floor and pushing him outside.

Damiano felt his heart racing. One by one, they’d all left them alone and while he had been wishing for some time with just her, he felt himself becoming nervous at the idea now.

“Then there were two.”

“Bet you’re glad you’re left with the best member of Måneskin,” Damiano chuckled.

"But Vic’s not here anymore?" She teased, looking up at him in mock confusion. “And Thomas isn’t here either, nor is Ethan. So that’s the top three people gone. Hm, is there anyone I’m forgetting? Oh right, I forgot me, your lovely, brilliant assistant! That’s it, right?”

Damiano couldn’t hold the fake glare for long before interrupting into giggles. “Oh, you’re gonna get it bad tonight, missy.”

“Oh yeah? Well, gimme your worst, Mr. David.”

His worst, first of all, turned out to be another cocktail for each of them, continuously moving closer to her if that was humanly possible at all, and finally daring her to take the stage at what they had announced to be a late-night karaoke special.

To Damiano’s surprise, it didn’t take a lot of convincing to get Y/n to take the stage. With one more wink towards him she strutted towards the organisers as Damiano sat and watched. God, he didn’t want her to leave, but how he loved watching her walk away. It didn’t take long for her to get settled. One more sip of his cocktail, one more quick check of his phone, and suddenly she was up on the stage. Looking over an audience that was mustering her with varying interest, until her eyes settled on him. She looked beautiful. For a moment, he was sure he’d die happy if he could just stay here and stare at her forever. But the need to get closer, to touch her, to be with her was ever increasing, aided by the alcohol coursing through his veins. And then the first notes of a song he knew so well sounded through the room.

I'm a puppet on a string

Tracy Island, time-travelin' diamond cutter-shaped heartaches

Come to find you four in some velvet mornin' years too late

She's a silver linin', lone ranger ridin' through an open space

In my mind, when she's not right there beside me

The drunkenness he had felt before was nothing compared to the infatuation taking hold of him now. Fuck. He had always thought she was incredibly sexy, all the time, but the way she looked up there, on stage, lights illuminating her silhouette perfectly, he was convinced he was staring at a goddess.

She hadn’t been kidding when she said she could do an amazing performance. Her grandeur from her dancing days seemed to return easily, captivating not only him, but also several other patrons around them. She knew how to play an audience, swaying her hips, manipulating the microphone to her desired. It reminded him of the way he behaved on stage. He wondered how much of her performance was directly or indirectly influenced by watching him every night.

I go crazy 'cause here isn't where I wanna be

And satisfaction feels like a distant memory

And I can't help myself

All I wanna ever say is, "Are you mine?"

Well, are you mine?

Are you mine?

Are you mine? Oh, ah

He didn’t miss the way she singled him out, looking straight at him in the dimly lit room, almost moaning Are you mine? down the microphone. Damiano’s thoughts started to race. Is this still just a performance? Or was it ever just that? Is this her way of asking me? Or is this all in his mind? He decided it didn’t matter, not right then and there when she looked so delectable, and he was ready to atone for all his sins as long as she would let him have a fragment of her body and soul.

He made up his mind easily. This was it. A night off, all of their friends long retreated back to their rooms, just enough alcohol in their systems to lay off the anxiety. Maybe a little too much alcohol, but he didn’t care. God, he wanted her bad. Wanted to be hers as he made her his. Wanted all of her, run his hands places that had been hidden to him until then, worship every inch of her until she believed in her own holiness.

All I wanna ever say is, "Are you mine?"

Well, are you mine?

Are you mine?

By the time she stepped off the stage, he was already up on his feet, ready to wrap her into his arms and sweep her away. She didn’t protest, instead letting him rush her outside, a sweet giggle bubbling up in her. The air outside hit them harshly and he made quick work of wrapping her up in her jacket and holding her close, but none of it had the usual sobering effect. There was too much intoxication stemming from a place that couldn’t simply be blown away by a fresh gust of air.

He couldn’t wait until the cab back to the hotel. He had lost enough time being stupid the past two days, he wasn’t going to waste any more. Hidden by the dark of the night, Damiano grabbed onto her head, pulling her up to him as he leaned down to put his lips on hers. They crashed into each other clumsily, but with zero hesitation. One of his hands in her hair, one on her waist drawing her closer. Both of hers clawing at the shirt he was wearing.

He needed her closer and he needed her now.

The flash of a car next to them was enough for him to break the kiss, frantically waving for the cab that had appeared and dragging her into it with him. He didn’t remember giving the driver the address of the hotel, or how he even recalled it, or what went down in the backseat and how much of it was technically acceptable. He only had a hazy idea of how they stumbled through the lobby, hand in hand, trying to hide their giggles, or how the lift got them up to their floor.

Her room smelled like her and even though she was already in his arms, it was much more intense this way. His legs were unstable, almost taking both of them down as he took steps towards the bed, and he breathed a sigh of relief when they fell onto the soft mattress. The untangling was all limbs and curses, an arm stuck under someone’s back, a knee in his groin, his hand accidentally pulling at her hair as he tried to support his weight.

His mouth found hers again, unable to go without her taste for so long, as his hands impatiently tore at her clothing. Her dress was quickly discarded. He had to take a moment to just study her, on the bed in front of him in nothing but her lingerie, looking more stunning than he could have ever imagined. Fuck, he wished the room would spin just a little less. Her hands were shaking when they motioned for him to lose his top, already fumbling with the buckle of his belt. He complied easily.

“You good?” He mumbled, words becoming more difficult now as his lips seemed permanently attached to her neck, but needing to make sure all the same.

“Fuck, don’t you dare stop,” she replied immediately. He was sure she could feel his groan vibrate against her skin.

Damiano shimmied out of his jeans, quietly cursing himself for having worn such a tight pair, almost crashing to the hotel room floor in an effort to get them off. He decided to ignore how spectacularly unsexy he currently was, instead, draping himself over her lush body again, pulling her up just enough to find the clasp of her bra, fumbling to undo it.

Fumbling.

And fumbling.

“I promise I can do this… usually.”

But she simply giggled, reaching behind and undoing the clasp with ease, discarding the item with a flick of her wrist. He didn’t even have the time to be embarrassed, too enamoured with what was now on show, hands and mouth eagerly wandering to her breasts. He didn’t miss the way she arched against him, or let out a gentle sigh at his touch. Her hands reached his hair, dragging her nails over his scalp, making him shiver. All of her movements just increased his need for her. Even in just his boxers, he was straining against the material.

Then her hand was pressing against his length through his underwear and he knew he had to have her, and soon. His kisses trailed down the soft skin of her stomach, her thighs, drowning in her whimpers. Looking back up at her, he groaned at the way she was throwing her head back, her wild hair framing her face like a halo. He kept his eyes on her as he slowly pulled her underwear down her legs and off her. If he had been any more clear headed, he would have worshipped every inch of her, proven how utterly captivating she was, letting her know he was willing to be on his knees for her every day for the rest of his life if she so desired.

She was impatiently clawing at his boxers now, and he didn’t hesitate in helping her out, shrugging the last remaining piece of clothing off. Fuck. Her hands were on him now, shamelessly grasping onto his length, and he’d never been more in love with the confidence she was displaying.

“I need you,” he moaned, struggling to get the words out, hands wandering between her legs. The teasing only lasted for a second as desperation overtook him, feeling her wet heat beneath his fingers.

“Take me,” she gasped, squeezing him until he was sure he was about to lose his mind, his intoxicated brain making it hard to stay on track. His mouth claimed hers, almost missing in the heat of the moment, tongues colliding in insatiable need.

He pushed in, needing her closer, feeling her tightness around him as he moaned unabashedly. He was way too close already, pent-up arousal tangible in every fibre of his being. No one else made him lose control like she did, the alcohol in his veins continuing to do its worst.

“Fuck, you’re big,” she gasped, but it didn’t sound entirely happy. “I can’t - can we-”

He wasn’t quite following, unsure of the exact problem, but it didn’t matter. The last thing he wanted was for her to be uncomfortable. He pulled out without hesitation, hoping to alleviate her discomfort, but the movement proved to be too much. She clenched around him, overwhelmed with the sudden intrusion. Feeling a sense of panic and desperation of a different kind wash over him, he reached down to grasp onto his dick, but it was too late. With a low groan, he came, spilling between her thighs and over her stomach.

Damiano was convinced he had never been more embarrassed in his life. Here he was, 22 years old, in bed with a goddess of a woman, and he had not only come early but also all over her, like a goddamn teenager. He wanted to hide in shame, flee, never show his face again, but she deserved more than that.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m so sorry, I - I’ll get you something to clean you up, crap, I’m sorry.”

He didn’t look at her as he got up, he couldn’t bear it just yet. Trying to ignore the nagging thoughts in his head, he dashed to the en-suite, grabbing a washcloth and wetting it just enough with warm water, before going back to her.

She had fallen asleep.

A gorgeous creature, naked and radiating with beauty, her face completely relaxed as sleep had taken over her. He felt his heart swell at the view.

He made sure not to wake her as he cleaned her up, gentle strokes of the cloth against her skin, but she only murmured in her sleep. Turning onto her side and snuggling deeper into the covers. A wave of affection washed over him, and as soon as he had discarded the washcloth, he made sure to pull the blankets up, covering her naked form in the soft fabric. For a moment, he contemplated leaving, taking the night to bury his head in shame, but even with his spinning head, he knew it would only make the situation worse in the morning. He wouldn’t run away, not again. So with a heavy sigh, he slipped under the covers with her, softly wrapping his arm around her from behind. The last thing he remembered before falling asleep was the sense of relief he felt as she snuggled back into him in her sleep.

***

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[its-me-im-coraline]

Little Puppet // Ethan Torchio, Damiano David

words // 4261, i have never written this much in one go my whole life, holy shit

warnings // smut, degradation, sub!reader, name calling (ya know, slut and stuff like that), threesome, oral, no explicit mention of protection, but obvi that's not how it should go in real life, anyways.... thats all i can think right now. has not been proofread

pairing // Ethan Torchio x F!Reader x Damiano David (leaning more to Ethan)

author's note // if you want to be on the tag list let me know. im going with female reader cause that's how it was requested. here's the smut playlist, def listen to it when you get to the smut part, or the whole time, whatever you want. thanks to anyone who adds songs to the playlist 💘

i feel like i cpupve made it kinkier but at 1 am and with over 4000 words i was a little tired to do that.

request // yes, here

summary // Ethan can not stop thinking of sharing his fwb with his bandmate, Damiano. A thought sparked from a random drunk conversation he had with his best friend will end up with them both pleasing Reader to tears

Experimenting in the bedroom was nothing unusual for Ethan and Y/N. The two had known each other for quite a while, overtaken by attraction but neither was ready for a relationship. Instead the pair opted for a slightly different compromise, one that had no name, no label, for now. While neither had the intention of an actual romantic partnership, it never stopped them from being loving and affectionate towards each other. Neither would ever have to leave before the morning comes.

Thus, as the light shone through his bedroom window, Ethan opened up his eyes, looking at the person laying by his side. Such a beauty, the shy rays of sun laying over the features Ethan so many times observed. It was common to do this in the morning, it would calm him down, especially on the very busy days.

“Anything particular you are thinking of while staring at me, Ethan?” There was no hesitation, no grogginess coming from Y/N’s voice, Ethan realised how he was not the only one awake previously.

“Well, I am, but I am not sure you could handle it,” he responded, smirking down at the laying figure, leaving a few kisses before finishing his reply, “plus, it is too early in the morning for such sinful thoughts.”

“Mhm, as if our endeavours last night were holy,” Y/N laughed, kissing Ethan back, as his lips crushed into hers.

“Well, you were certainly calling god if I recall correctly, cucciola, no?”

Maybe what made this situation not be awkward was exactly the fact that the two were friends. They thrived from the friendly banter, never missed an opportunity to mess with each other. It was just how they were and it worked perfectly to their benefit.

“I can tell it is troubling you, Edgar. You want to tell me what’s going on?”

"It's nothing amore let's just get ready. I'm quite hungry if you must know," he mumbled on her neck, trailing kisses all the way to her lips before abandoning the bed.

“Come on,” he called, ushering the girl to follow him.

Their feet were bare, no clothing no nothing -at least until Y/N pulled a few pieces of clothing for them both to wear- as they walked into the bathroom to start their day. They stood right next to each other as they washed their teeth, washed their faces, fixed their hair and so on and so forth.

“Isn’t that shirt too small for you, dolcezza,” commented Ethan, laughing at his own joke and poking Y/N’s side.

“Eh, well, I can take it off,” she suggested, pulling at the hem of his shirt that she was wearing. That only resulted in a laugh from the tall man, him shuffling her hair and walking out of the bathroom, putting distance between him and Y/N’s complaining about messing up her hair.

After that everything moved quite quickly. Y/N left the cosy home and went to her own house, leaving Ethan with his bandmates to work on their upcoming stuff. She knew how much it meant to him, but she also knew how stressful this career was to him. She always had something small to do to make his days even a little bit more relaxing, of course one of them being their nocturnal activities.

By the time night got around the drummer was sitting at the side of the pool, next to a small table, a beer in his hand as music played in the background. Everyone was doing their own thing: Victoria was swimming, Thomas was preoccupied with a cigarette and his phone and Damiano was sitting on the other side of the previously mentioned table having a conversation with Ethan. It started with speaking about small things before the subject turned more serious.

“You really like her, don’t you?” Damiano had, very early on, caught on his friend’s emotion, he was not very sure that Ethan was aware of his own feelings. It had become a little stupid in the frontman’s mind.

“I am not sure, Dami. She’s great, she is, and we are really close friends but… I don’t know…” Clueless as ever, thought the older man.

“Well, if anything at least you guys have a fucking amazing sex life, everyone can hear,” he laughed out, semi teasing his friend but kind of revaling a piece of information no one had had the heart to tell the tall man.

It caught him by surprise. He was never shy about his sex life, and truth be told he and Y/N never hid their predicament… He simply never thought they were being that loud; maybe that’s exactly the reason he had not understood the others could hear, the reason as to why they were so loud. “Mhm, didn't think you could,” he responded and took a drag of his cigarette.

Damiano copied his action, inhaling his own smoke and releasing it before he decided to say exactly what he was thinking. “Don’t worry about it. I personally don’t mind it, it’s kind of… entertaining.”

If Ethan was surprised before then now he was shocked and blushing. Of course, it was not in his nature to show it, and make this feeling obvious, but he surely had thoughts running through his head now. “So, what? You jack off to us having sex, though about a threesome? What is it?”

“Maybe a bit of both,” said Damiano, looking down at his beer. He was a bit ashamed but at the same time he could not keep his mouth shut, the alcohol overtaking his proper ability to keep some thoughts to himself. “I have to be honest, the noises she makes, they kill me, man.”

Everyone could see the gears in Ethan’s mind turn. On the one hand contemplating his friend’s confession and on the other thinking of all the ways he could punish Y/N for being as loud as she was.“So, if I asked you to join, you’d be in?”

Now it was the frontman’s turn to get shocked and blush, but he certainly could not lie. He would be more than into it, considering the many times he has thought of that, each and every one of them leading to him either taking a cold shower or taking care of himself hoping that it’d be Y/N instead. “Yes, I suppose I would…”

The conversation stayed at that, neither of the two men knowing exactly what to say or do at the time being. Instead they opted to wait it out, see when the proper time comes to bring it up again before deciding on what to do. And that day came soon, sooner than either anticipated.

Y/N had been especially bratty -just maybe two days after the conversation occurred- pushing Ethan to his limit with the teasing, the innuendos and the clothes she was wearing. It was the perfect occasion. A little punishment was in store and the tall man knew exactly how to execute it.

“What the fuck was that?” Ethan’s voice was stern, not nearly close to a yell but authoritative nonetheless, the stoic expression on his face never failing to let Y/N know exactly what he was thinking of: she was going to be fucked, both literally and figuratively, but she was surely into that.

“Such a little slut,” he voiced, pulling the girl to his body, their faces almost touching and their breaths mixing together. A whine left her lips but Ethan was quick to shut it with his words, “you were not complaining when you acted like one, cucciola. In front of everybody as well. Did you see how Dami was looking at you? I’m sure you flashed him at least once all night.”

The girl shivered at what her friend was suggesting, a tingling feeling was taking over her pussy, legs already ready to fail her.

“Maybe he could help me punish you.” These words almost send Y/N in a frenzy. Her eyes widened and her lips parted, an obvious gasp escaping her lips, causing a deep laugh from Ethan.

“You like that idea, don’t you?” She simply nodded her head, mind racing to all the possible outcomes of tonight.

“I need your words, dolcezza. I need your explicit consent to this,” he whispered, holding Y/N’s face in his hands, leaving a kiss just next to her lips.

She softly responded with a yes, voice trembling and low, unable to come out properly. She had gotten probably a little too excited.

“Be a doll and just sit there, yeah. I’m going to go call Damiano. I’m sure he is dying to see how desperate you are to have both of us.” With that the man left the room, presumably going to call his friend over.

When Damiano walked into the room Y/N was violently taken out of her thoughts, the man’s energy overtaking the whole room, his temperament easing any possible worry the girl could have for this situation.

“I’m here dolcezza,” called Damiano, sitting next to her on the bed with the biggest shit eating grin he could possibly have.

“Don’t be so eager, Dami. She’ll be cocky within minutes, we don’t want that.” Always the stern dom he is, Ethan asserted himself over both people in the people. He did not need many words or strong actions to show them who is in charge, a look and his tone were enough to let that be known.

Damiano looked down, in a similar fashion from a few days prior, only this time he was not really shy, more like a puppy that just got yelled at.

“Why don’t you get undressed Damiano, our little puppet over here can not wait to see what you have to offer.” The man mentioned smirked, his confidence reappearing in a second before obliging to his friend’s request.

He decided to play it dirty, going slow, surely attempting to give the little puppet a show. His hands moved slowly, pulling his shirt up and over his head before traveling from his chest to his waist in a seductive way, stopping for just a moment, making sure Y/N’s eyes were right on his own before removing his belt and opening up his pants. In the meanwhile, Ethan had moved Y/N to be sitting on her knees on the floor, in front of the undressing man, eye level with his pants’ zipper.

“Help Damiano, amore. It seems he’s struggling with his pants and you are right where you need to.” She shivered at his words but followed the orders, slowly unbuttoning his pants, her face having moved a little too close -not that it was not welcome- pulling them down and simply gawking at the view in front of her.

She went to move, to please, but her dominating best friend seemed to have other plans.”Not yet, puppet. Come on. This is supposed to be a punishment for you, but we all know how much a cock shucking slut you are. You’ll get his dick but you have more work to do.”

Damiano opposed his friend, already feeling desperate to get whatever he could from the girl below him, dying to feel her lips around his cock, oh and her tongue, oh that tongue he had seen plenty of times devouring ice cream cones in the most pornographic way possible. Sometimes he wished she was in one.

“I think it’s a good start to a punishment, Ethan. She can suck my cocka and then just simply not get it fucking her, yet.” His plan had some practicality to it, knowing very well how much she’d be dying to have a dick buried deep inside her after getting a feel in her mouth.

“I’ll allow it,” said Ethan, starting the process of undressing himself, and looking around the room for anything that could bring more pleasure to everyone involved.

“Well, what are you waiting for, cucciola. Go on, show him how well you blow whistles.” With that the girl wasted no time, pulling Damiano’s boxers down, taking them off him with his help and getting to work. It started off simple, a few pumps at first to get him even harder than he already was (he’d really bet that any man could get hard in seconds seeing her on her knees in front of him, it was a divine view). Her hand was going slowly, her focus on the man’s face, looking up at him all innocently, making sure that his own eyes were on her.

“I am looking at you, dolcezza, don’t worry,” confirmed the man, as if reading her mind.

So, she continued, entirely encouraged to show her best self, to be a good girl for the two men in front of her. Moving on, her hand stayed pumping the man’s cock for a second before her tongue came onto the mix, licking all the way up the curve, a very thick vein getting special attention and then the head. It was already leaking pre-cum, the girl’s antiques driving Damiano insane by the second -and she had not even started blowing him yet. With a push to her head by the singer Y/N really took his cock into her mouth, starting with the head, sucking and bobbing her head a bit, still moving her skilled fingers up and down, with every bob taking more and more of the length reaching a point where she had taken it all. She paused in that place for a second, relaxing her throat, Damiano’s cock resting deep inside her mouth, before she moved in need of breath. The same pattern repeated itself a few more times before the pace got quicker, following the music that was now playing from Ethan’s speaker.

It did not take long for the older man to cum, unexpectedly, in Y/N’s mouth, some delicious sounds leaving her lips and sending vibrations all through his cock, intensifying his orgasm.

“I could have never thought she’s that good, Ethan. Why have you been hoarding her this whole time?” He laughed, all in one breath and blown completely out of his mind.

“Exactly because I know how good she is. But tonight she has been plenty bad, although she’s trying to act all innocent now.”

“I’m a good girl daddy, see?” She questioned, tongue out, showing evidence of her swallowing predicaments, “I took all of it.”

Ethan smiled, looking down to his friend, his big hand holding her jaw and spitting in her mouth as it stayed open. Swallowing that down as well Y/N showed it to the two men, waiting impatiently for the next orders.

No orders came for the time being, Ethan sitting himself on the bed, back resting on the bed frame, opening his legs and motioning for her to sit between them. She clearly obliged, knowing very well that her punishment was already going to be overwhelming but oh so pleasurable and she wanted nothing more.

In all honesty the drummer was played to her needs every time, the punishments being always the outcome she hoped for (except few occasions when she had gotten Ethan so much she ended up edged on for over a week as a punishment, and although the orgasm was spectacular, the wait was torture). Ethan knew it and he was not opposed to it, instead working with the girl’s deviousness.

As she sat between his thighs, back on his chest and palms resting right on his thighs, Ethan used his calves and feet to keep Y/N’s legs spread open, thankful she was wearing a dress and panties that he could easily replace any time he wanted. He prompted Damiano to move between both their legs, face aligned with her pussy, the frontman practically salivating at the sight in front of him.

She had anticipated this night, having bought a cheap but utterly sexy lingerie set online, wearing said lingerie in an attempt to drive Ethan crazy. It was black, with little orange flowers here and there, some lace with mesh material surrounding her pussy, back piece doing little to cover her ass cheeks. Damiano was currently dying at the, almost, disappearance of the fabric due to the wetness leaving absolutely nothing hidden -not that the material could hide much anyway. He moved up, face just a hair’s distance from the wetness, just about to leave a kiss but the other man had different plans.

“Don’t be so eager, Dami, you’ll get what you want in a bit,” he said, palms massaging the girl’s boobs, kisses being left on her neck. “I think she’s overdressed.”

Damiano agreed to the statement, sharing just one simple look with Ethan, reaping the panties apart, her pussy now fully exposed. The singer looked up to his friend once again, a nod of approval being more than enough to shoot the man into action.

His lips swiftly found her clit, not much effort for the skilled man, sucking and kissing the sensitive bud, tongue lapping the juices of her pussy taking advantage of the wetness to stimulate her clit. Y/N’s head fell back, on the drummer’s shoulder, the man taking advantage of the angle and leaving kisses and marks on her neck, one hand always on her chest, the other currently choking her. She moaned so beautifully in his ear, making him harder than he thought he could get, surprised at how well he held himself together.

Damiano kept eating the girl out, fingers starting to dive into her pussy one at a time. He got up to four, said pussy taking them in wonderfully, practically swallowing them within the velvety confines. “I’ve experienced nothing hotter in my life, dolcezza. This pussy is scrumptious, could eat it for days,” he, himself thrusting on the bed, already having gotten hard again, craving some friction. His mouth was leaving wet kisses to her thigh and his fingers were deep inside her, going in and out, Ethan adding his own fingers, playing with her clit edging her closer and closer to the edge.

All the telltales were there: the shaking, the loudness, the closed eyes… She was ready to cum, but it was not something Ethan could allow yet. He stopped his actions, placing a hand on his band mate’s head, said man getting the memo and pausing as well. “You really thought you’d come this easy, amore? Oh no! You have been acting like a desperate slut all day, flashing Damiano and now letting him taste you, knowing it drives me crazy. You have been very naughty,” he explained before shuffling her off his body, moving to stand up.

Y/N could not help but whine, the sound only enabling the two men. “I think she’s been naughty again. Didn’t you say you’d be a good girl, puppet?” She simply nodded head looking down, but not before seeing the look on Damiano’s face. “I think some spanking would put our puppet in place.”

Ethan nodded in agreement, already moving Y/N to bend over the bed, her legs wobbly from her previously denied orgasm. “Count for Damiano, dolcezza,” said the man, leaving a kiss on her back and then starting his actions.

“One.”

Although her words were what was asked of her Damiano was not satisfied, giving her one of his own and speaking up. “Say thank you, puppy, don’t be rude.”

Another spank, “three, thank you,” she followed the orders, jumping forward with every slap on her skin.

As she reached ten it got harder to count. Damiano had started fingering her again, opting to pause his actions after every few thrusts, slamming his palms on her ass cheeks or pussy. It’d be a lie if Y/N said this wasn’t enjoyable-after all she could not stop moaning loudly, but the redness of her ass would disagree.

“Why don’t you keep quiet, puppy? These noises of yours are what got you here. You can’t hide how much you like this, can you, slut?”

For the second time that night, Y/N was on the verge of cumming all over Damiano’s fingers, unable to speak yet again.

“Use,” spank, “your,” spank, “words,” spank.

“I can’t hide, daddy,” she responded, this time leaving an almost screaming moan, eyes rolling all the way to the back of her head, once again almost falling apart.

Before she had the chance Damiano stopped, hands retracting from the girl and into his mouth, tasting her on his lips.

“I think you can take at least one more, puppet. Can you?” Ethan, had been quite distanced this whole time, deciding to let his friend get a taste of his sex partner, but deciding this was the best moment to do his thing.

Y/N nodded in confirmation, letting out a simple “green,” to let Ethan know she was not stopping just yet.

“Beautiful, puppy! You have been doing so good for us, taking your punishment so well, but we are not done yet.” A buzz sound is what concerned the girl, eyes widening at the toy.

It was a small remote virator, imitating sucking on the clit. The drummer placed the girl over his knees, stuffing the toy between his leg and her clit, shocking the sensitive bud. “I think you can take a few more spanks,” said the man, landing one at the expanse of her thigh, the skin giggling at the contact.

“Damiano, count,” ordered the assertive man, seeing his friend kneel in front of Y/N, kissing her and then doing as he was told.

“I think we were left on twenty-three. Twenty four,” he began, counting all the way to forty before the ordeal was over.

The whole time Y/N was shaking, just about to fall off the edge, asking for permission to cum but her wishes were not granted just yet. She was exhausted, overstimulated, frustrated, and now unable to move on her own. But, oh man did she need more. The two men were more than willing to assist her.

“You are doing so well, dolcezza,” praised Damiano, thinking of what to do next.

“Why don’t you get up, puppet. I think it’s time you get what you want.”

At that, her head perked up, already jumping from Ethan’s lap (almost falling while doing so) eager to be fucked and to finally orgasm. “I want you on all fours. You suck me off, Dami can fuck your pussy. I’m sure you’d love that.” She nodded, moving to be in all fours as Ethan stood on his knees on top of the bed, Damiano following suit and placing himself behind Y/N.

“Agh,” he groaned, “sei così bagnata, bambina,” he commented, collecting all the wetness on his cock before pushing inside her.

The action and the moans it emitted caused vibrations to Ethan, making him groan in pleasure, Y/N’s talent to shuck not wavering now. “You like this a lot, puppet, don’t you? Being fucked by my best friend while sucking my cock, huh? You like that?”

She could only hum in response, holes being filled to the brim so pleasurably. It was all better than she expected, more overwhelming, so she could not keep it anymore. She released Ethan’s cock, screaming loudly as her release finally overtook her, Damiano groaning in contentment. He pulled out of her afterwards, jacking himself off a bit before coating her back in his own cum.

Now the only one left unsatisfied was Ethan. His pleasure was cut short for the girl’s release, and although he was not mad, he certainly wanted to feel her.

“Can you handle one more for me, cucciola? You did such a good job so far but I need to feel you.” Y/N nodded and changed her position, this time her legs were in the air, soon to be wrapped around the drummer, eyes half closed in bliss.

“Such a good girl for me,” Ethan praised one more time before he started his rhythm slamming into her. This time it did not take long for both of them to reach their highs, the man riding out both of them and after taking a second to breathe he pulled out, falling right next to her.

“Are you ok?” This time the concerned man was Damiano, a bottle of water already in his hands and ready to give it to the girl.

“Mhm… Thank you,” she mumbled, voice almost a whisper but the smile was hard to miss.

“I think I should leave,” said the front man and he went to get dressed, abandoning the room, leaving only Ethan and Y/N in it.

Ethan got up quickly, looking around for a cloth as he got to the bathroom and wet it with some warm water. Coming back, he used it to clean Y/N up; her back from Damiano’s cum, her face from the cum and her dried up juices and her pussy from the left over wetness, a pair of underwear and a t-shirt in his other hand.

“Come one, dolcezza, you did so good. You’ll go to sleep in just a second. Come one, help me get you dressed,” he voiced and started leaving kisses on her face.

“You took both of us wonderfully, thank you.” Another hum as a response.

Ethan realized how at this point she had fallen asleep, fucked out and exhausted, he did not expect her to stay awake.

“I only wish I could tell you this when you’re awake… I think I’m in love with you."

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ang dami ko need gawin para sa aking peace of mind aka my kaartihan bc im truly maarti and im not gonna deny it and there is nothing wrong with it because they all matter to me thank you very much

💁‍♀️~fix~ mah feed hehe ngl i like a cohesive slash coordinated feed and yep i hv a planner for my feed okie because how else will i know if my photos go together hmm izz nawt that what i hv on my planner doesnt go together but right now it's not making me feel like 😌🤠🥳🥰 so yas i hv to maybe move some of the photos around or maybe present a few photos differently awOw

💁‍♀️sit the fuck down with my clothes and shoes and bags again and just declutter the heck out of it—we hv turned our second room slash guest room slash bebi portus' room into our full blown walk-in closet since our clothes are all there anyway and one of these days i just rlly hv to sit on it and deal with it so that i'll be feeling like ☺🧚‍♀️👸

💁‍♀️take more than just a glimpse of my monmon bc lately ive just been 💸💸💸 left and right and i know once upon a time i dreamt of not having to look at a price tag when purchasing something but my golly wow wow even i am going 👁👄👁 at myself after 🛍 like how the fudge—

💁‍♀️line up some books to read since im done with missing molly already hehe gosh waht a ride that one is my gosh so yeah i hv to check out some books that i wanna read plus plus plus get back on the list of books that hv been recommended to me by my friends and moots a while back yay

💁‍♀️get back to journaling—look for maybe prompts or just write about my day oh and find cute notebooks to fill too hihi

💁‍♀️re-read the cgm method again so i could grow out my curls again bc i miss them hehe ngl i havent been doing it, but yep, im using cgm friendly products still hmm i just havent had the energy to do the technique itself hehu so i hv to re-learn errthang abt it again and check out the other things i no longer hv with me hihi exciting omg more shopping lol

💁‍♀️going back to my feed kaartihan, re-edit prolly all the photos to achieve the feel that i genuinely want bc mismam im creative and i know i could do it come on aina ganda dyosa winner donchu settle for pwede na yan u got diz

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Into The Unknown, Part 19

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It had taken longer than he had thought it would to let Damian climb the stairs – literally climb the stairs, the kid was still tiny enough that he had to pull himself up each individual stair on his hands and knees – but, eventually, he managed it. Tim gave him a tiny pat on the back with the hand that had already been holding him steady for the past several minutes (because, even Damian wanted to be independent, Tim figured that his safety always came first) and leaned down to give him a little kiss on the top of his head. Damian lit up.

“Did it!”

“Yep!” Tim agreed. “Now let's get home. Mari’s been waiting long enough, don’t you think?”

Damian likely didn’t understand much of the sentence, but he did get the words ‘home’ and ‘Mari’ and that was enough for him to start waddling along. Tim led the way with only a few quick glances back to make sure he was still following before letting them both in.

Damian didn’t bother to wait for Tim to close the door and check the locks, instead making his way over to the kitchen without him.

“Home!” Tim called, as if she could somehow miss this in their tiny apartment.

“Finally,” Marinette sighed.

Tim rolled his eyes. “He wanted to be independent.”

She hummed a little in acknowledgement. Then made a cooing noise as Damian assumedly reached her.

“Hey, Dami, did you have fun?”

“Ya!”

She giggled. “That’s great. Want to try some of what I’m making?”

“Mine!”

“Uh… kinda? Just a bite, okay?”

Tim smiled, shaking his head just slightly. He finished latching the door and started over himself.

He found that Marinette had sat Damian on the counter to nibble at what he was pretty sure was just a meat sauce. His little legs swung as he babbled semi-coherently about how big the stairs were. Marinette nodded along politely from where she had sat herself down beside him.

Tim walked over, holding the three bags of groceries out for Marinette to see like they were a boon in a video game.

“Quest: completed.”

She barely acknowledged the nerdiness outside of a slight twitch of her lips. “Maybe. Depends. Did you get the ricotta I asked you to get?”

“Of course. You literally asked me to get one thing, it wasn’t that hard to remember.”

He reached into the bag from his ‘emergency’ grocery run and pulled out the plastic tub. She plucked it from his fingers and added it to a bowl that was empty outside of an egg and… something green, Tim wasn’t quite sure what. Spinach, maybe? Parsley? Something.

“Eh, Dami is distractible so I figured you might have gotten sidetracked.”

“I did. Do you know how long it took me to get the kid to let me leave the T-O-Y aisle?”

(Saying ‘toy’ out loud around a kid was never a good idea. So, they opted to spell words like that out loud to keep him from getting tipped off.)

“I keep telling you to avoid the kids’ area altogether so that doesn’t happen.”

He grinned. “But the kids' area is so much cooler than the normal grocery store is!”

“Hm. So what did you buy him this time?”

“Nothing!”

She turned around to look up at him, crossing her arms over her chest. She was totally going to get flour on the black hoodie she had stolen from him but she didn’t seem to mind as she squinted up at him suspiciously.

He reluctantly reached a hand into the bag again and pulled out… “A sloth plush.”

Damian lit up and reached for it. Tim handed it over without taking his eyes off of Marinette’s face. Which was currently set in a particularly unimpressed expression.

“... it hangs on a door,” he said, as if that helped.

She looked at him for just a little longer before rolling her eyes. She turned back to the bowl in front of her before handing it to him. He took it on instinct and then stared down at it like it was some alien object and not, y’know, a bright pink mixing bowl.

“Make it up to me by stirring this? I’m going to start layering the lasagna.”

“Fine, but if I somehow mess this up then that’s on you.”

“If you mess it up I’m divorcing you.”

“You wouldn’t. You looooooove me. Said so yourself,” he teased, leaning over with a smirk until he could press a kiss to her cheek.

She pushed his face away with her hand, grinning. “I also remember saying that I love pretty much everyone in my life. You’re not special.”

He stuck his tongue out at her playfully and then dutifully went to work stirring the cheese mixture as she had asked.

It didn’t get messed up (it would have been insane if it had been) and they ended up having a pretty decent lasagna that night. All thanks to Tim’s efforts, obviously, since he definitely did all the work.

~

Marinette groaned to herself.

“Dami, please, just… sit still!”

Damian, decidedly, did not sit still. He squirmed away from her and tried to crawl out of the sink she had put him in to cut his hair.

It was weirdly frizzy and she wasn’t really sure why but the internet said that gel could be a major irritant for babies so she had decided against it. It used to be easier to manage, back when it was shorter, and now she was trying to cut it back to around that length. Simple logic. Or, at least, it would have been if her kid wasn’t so weirdly against getting his hair cut.

“No!” He screamed, as if to further cement this idea.

She pulled the scissors away from him before he could impale himself on the blades, her lips pressed into a thin line.

“It doesn’t hurt! I promise! I would never do something to hurt you on purpose! Please! Just! Don’t move!”

Damian screamed incomprehensibly at her. Maybe he was swearing in baby language. He definitely wasn’t happy.

She kind of wanted to impale herself on the scissors. But she wouldn’t.

“Dami, look at me? Please? I promise –.”

He looked up at her with watery eyes and quivering lips. She faltered a little.

She sighed and closed her eyes. Forcing him down to cut his hair was almost certainly bad, but her current method wasn’t working… so what should she do?

She opened her eyes and slowly reached up to cut off a strand of her own hair.

She held it out for him to see with a tiny smile.

“See? It’s okay. It won’t hurt.”

He squinted at her for a moment longer before shaking his head and turning away. He covered his head with his arms. “No! Mine!”

She threw her hands up in frustration. Fine. The kid wanted unmanageable hair. He could have it. She had tried her best.

She looked at herself in the mirror because Tim was still at work and therefore her reflection was the only ‘person’ she could exchange exasperated expressions with…

And then frowned as she noticed the strand of hair she had cut was standing up straight. Huh. She had forgotten her hair used to do that when it was shorter.

She reached up and tried to pull it back down. Then she tried to tuck it behind her ear. No luck.

Hm. Fuck.

Welp.

She brought the scissors back up to her head and started snipping away.

~

Okay, so Tim had noticed pretty much the second he had gotten home that Marinette had cut her hair. How could he not? She had taken off around six or seven inches.

… but her annoyed expression when he had feigned ignorance was kind of funny so he just continued to not see it.

She gave him a tiny pout. “You seriously don’t know?”

“Is it… did you get new falsies?”

She blinked and reached up to touch her eyes. “I – yes, actually. How did you notice that and not my hair?”

“Oh, you dyed it?”

“I’m going to kill you.”

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