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Can I request for Yn surprise Sana in last day of misamo concert promotion . Tnx

Encore of Love

Minatozaki Sana x Fem!Reader

Word Count: ca. 4,5k

Synopsis: Reader surprises her girlfriend Sana during Misamo's final concert at Kyocera Dome.

Notes: My first request! *kicking my feet and giggling* I'm not completely satisfied with this, but I hope you’ll enjoy it!

English isn’t my first language so I apologize in advance for any mistakes.

♡ Enjoy! ♡

The grand Kyocera Dome hummed with electric anticipation, a living, breathing entity alive with the chatter of tens of thousands of ONCEs who had gathered for Misamo’s final concert of the HAUTE COUTURE promotions. The sprawling venue, renowned for its iconic architecture and exceptional acoustics, was transformed into a dazzling world of light and color, each corner meticulously designed to reflect the elegance and energy of Misamo.

Banners bearing images of Mina, Sana, and Momo adorned every available surface, their radiant smiles seemingly watching over the crowd. Outside, vendors sold exclusive merchandise, lightsticks, posters, and limited-edition concert wear, all of which fans clutched tightly as they shuffled into the arena. The faint sound of music seeped through the walls, further heightening the excitement.

Backstage, the mood was just as electric, albeit tinged with nervous energy. The members of Misamo were in the final stages of their preparation. Stylists fluttered around them, adding last-minute touches to their already impeccable hair and makeup. Mina reviewed her choreography with the precision of a seasoned professional, her calm demeanor a steadying force amidst the chaos. Momo bounced on the balls of her feet, her vibrant energy filling the room as she hyped herself up for the performance.

And then there was Sana, who was the heart of the group tonight. She stood near the mirror, adjusting the intricate details of her sparkling outfit, a mix of glittering silver and pastel hues. Her eyes shimmered with a mixture of excitement and focus as she practiced her warm-up routines. Yet, beneath her radiant smile, a hint of something softer lingered, a yearning.

Sana’s thoughts drifted momentarily to Y/N. It wasn’t unusual for her to miss Y/N before a big performance, but tonight felt different. The culmination of the Misamo second mini album promotions was a milestone, one she’d poured her heart into, and the absence of her partner left a subtle void. The phone call they’d shared earlier replayed in her mind.

“Baby, I wish I could be there…” Y/N’s voice had sounded warm but hurried, laced with a vague excuse that Sana couldn’t quite decipher.

“It’s okay,” Sana had replied, masking her disappointment. “I know you’re busy. Just… don’t forget to watch the stream, okay?”

“Of course,” Y/N had reassured her, her voice softening. “You’ll be amazing, I know it. I’ll call you right after.”

Back in the venue, Sana shook the thought away. There was no room for distractions now. She had to give her all for the fans who had supported them every step of the way. Yet, as she headed towards the stage, a small voice in her heart whispered, I wish you were here.

Meanwhile, in the audience, hidden among the crowd, a figure sat quietly in the shadows. Clad in a hoodie, a mask, and a baseball cap pulled low over their eyes, Y/N kept her head down, careful not to attract any attention. She gripped her lightstick tightly, heart pounding with anticipation and nerves.

Just a little bit longer, Y/N thought, stealing a glance at the stage where the preparations were in full swing. The plan she’d meticulously crafted over the past few weeks was set in motion. All she needed now was perfect timing.

In the distance, the roaring chants of the crowd swelled, echoing through the dome as the stage lights dimmed, signaling that the concert was about to begin. The countdown had started, not just for Misamo, but for the surprise that would light up Sana’s heart.

It hadn’t been easy, pulling off a gesture like this. There had been countless sleepless nights, a relentless travel schedule, and the constant fear of slipping up and giving herself away. But Y/N knew it would all be worth it when Sana finally saw what she had planned. As the lights danced across the stage, she allowed her thoughts to wander back to the whirlwind of planning that had led her to this very moment.

Few hours earlier Y/N paced back and forth in her hotel room, phone pressed to her ear. Her chest tightened with both guilt and excitement as Sana’s voice came through, soft and loving despite the distance between them.

“Baby, you sound exhausted,” Sana said, her tone tinged with concern. “Have you been eating properly? Sleeping enough?”

Y/N smiled despite herself, Sana’s caring nature always finding a way to melt her heart. She glanced at the clock, calculating the hours until she would see her girlfriend. Not long now, she thought, biting her lip to suppress the excitement bubbling inside her.

“I’m fine, love,” Y/N replied, her voice steady though her heart raced. “Work has been hectic, that’s all. I promise I’ll call you later tonight, okay? I have to go now.”

A faint pause came from the other end. “Oh… okay. Just don’t overwork yourself, alright? I’ll miss you tonight.”

Y/N’s throat tightened. She hated being vague with Sana, but the surprise was worth it. “I’ll miss you too. You’re going to be amazing tonight. I love you.”

“I love you too,” Sana said softly before the line disconnected.

With a sigh of relief, Y/N dropped onto the bed, her mind racing through the intricate plan she had spent weeks coordinating. This wasn’t just about showing up at the concert; it was about making a statement, proving to Sana just how much she meant to her.

Step One: Learning the Choreography

Y/N’s first challenge was mastering the choreography for the encore medley, a feat she had never attempted before. Dancing wasn’t her forte, but she was determined to nail every move.

Under the guidance of Misamo’s choreographer, she practiced tirelessly whenever her schedule allowed. Late nights in the dance studio became a ritual, her muscles sore and her body aching, but the thought of Sana’s smile kept her going.

“She’s going to freak out when she sees you up there,” Momo had teased during one of Y/N’s secret rehearsals.

“You think so?” Y/N asked, wiping sweat from her forehead.

“Absolutely,” Mina chimed in, offering Y/N a bottle of water. “But you’ll have to keep it a secret until then. Sana’s like a radar when it comes to you.”

Y/N grinned, her determination hardening. “I’ll make it worth it.”

Step Two: The Flowers and Letter

Next on the list was preparing Sana’s favorite bouquet, an arrangement of pastel pink and white peonies, accented with delicate sprigs of baby’s breath. Y/N had spent hours researching florists in Osaka to ensure the bouquet would be perfect. Alongside it, she penned a handwritten letter, pouring her heart into every word.

Dear Sana,

I’ve missed more than just your concerts. I’ve missed you. I’m so proud of everything you’ve accomplished, and I can’t wait to tell you just how much you mean to me tonight.

You’ve been my light, even when I’ve been far away. I hope this little surprise makes you feel as loved as you make me feel every single day.

Love, Y/N.

She folded the letter carefully, slipping it into an envelope adorned with a small heart sticker.

Step Three: Gaining Permission

Convincing the managers to allow her on stage had been a delicate process. Misamo’s schedule was packed, and every second of the concert was tightly planned. Thankfully, Mina and Momo had pulled a few strings, vouching for Y/N’s commitment and the sentimental significance of her gesture.

“We promise she won’t disrupt the flow,” Momo had assured the managers with her signature cheeky grin.

“Just think of it as an extra special encore for the fans,” Mina added diplomatically.

Reluctantly, the managers agreed, giving Y/N clearance to join the stage during the closing part.

Step Four: The Disguise

On the night of the concert, Y/N’s final task was to blend in with the crowd unnoticed. She donned a simple black hoodie, paired with jeans and sneakers. A baseball cap and mask completed her disguise. As she entered the arena, she felt a thrill of nervous energy.

Y/N pulled back from her thoughts as the fans around her were buzzing with excitement, waving lightsticks and chanting Misamo members names. Y/N sat near the back, where she could watch the first half of the show without drawing attention to herself. She clutched her lightstick tightly, her heart pounding as the lights dimmed and the concert began.

For now, she was just another fan in the crowd. But soon, she would take the stage, and Sana would know exactly how much she was loved.

The stage, an intricate masterpiece of dazzling LED panels and towering floral arrangements, pulsed with vivid colors as the opening notes of Misamo’s first song reverberated through the air.

Mina, Sana, and Momo emerged from behind the massive screens, their synchronized steps and radiant smiles igniting deafening cheers from the audience. Their outfits sparkled under the stage lights, sleek designs that exuded both elegance and charm.

From the moment they stepped onto the stage, Misamo radiated effortless grace and energy, their performances honed to perfection. Mina’s moves were fluid and precise, every gesture executed with the poise of a professional. Momo’s energy lit up the stage, her sharp, dynamic dance style captivating the crowd. And Sana—

Sana shone brightest of all.

Her soft features were illuminated by the glow of the stage lights, her eyes shimmering as she sang and danced with effortless charm. Her radiant smile, the one that could light up even the darkest corners of a room, was ever-present, and yet… something was missing.

As Sana twirled across the stage during “Marshmallow”, the fans could see nothing but joy, but there was a subtle, fleeting shadow in her expression, a quiet longing. She gave her all to the performance, yet there was a small space in her heart that felt incomplete.

Hidden in the crowd, Y/N's eyes never leaving Sana. Her heart swelled with pride and affection as she watched her girlfriend perform with such grace and confidence. But she also noticed the faint longing in Sana’s gaze, and it only made her more determined to make her surprise unforgettable.

Y/N clutched her lightstick tightly, her fingers trembling slightly from the mixture of nerves and excitement. “You’re incredible, Sana,” she murmured under her breath, the words swallowed by the thunderous applause around her.

As Misamo transitioned seamlessly into “Identity”, the energy in the room reached a fever pitch. The camera operators expertly captured every moment, occasionally panning across the audience. On one such pan, the lens lingered briefly on a hooded figure seated discreetly near the back. Y/N froze for a split second but quickly turned her face away, pretending to adjust her cap.

The fans, blissfully unaware of the figure’s true identity, simply assumed she was another ONCE enjoying the show.

Y/N, however, felt the weight of the moment. Her chest tightened with anticipation as she waited for "New Look", her cue to slip backstage and put the next phase of her plan into action. Until then, she allowed herself to enjoy the performance, a proud smile tugging at her lips as she whispered to herself, “Just wait, Sana. I’ll make tonight unforgettable.”

The thunderous applause from “New Look” had barely subsided when the stage lights dimmed, casting the arena into a hushed anticipation. The opening notes of “Behind the Curtain” began to echo through the dome, a hauntingly beautiful melody that always left the audience spellbound.

This was Y/N’s moment.

While the crowd cheered in unison, Y/N slipped away from her seat and made her way through the staff entrance, her heart pounding. The plan was in motion, and there was no turning back now. A backstage crew member ushered her into a small dressing room where a coordinated outfit awaited her.

Y/N changed quickly, adrenaline coursing through her veins as she tightened the laces on her performance shoes. One last glance in the mirror revealed a nervous but determined woman. She took a deep breath, clutching the bouquet and letter she’d prepared.

“You’ve got this,” she whispered to herself before handing the bouquet to a staff member to bring to the stage later.

As the first song of the encore was ending Y/N joined the backup dancers lining up behind the screens for the encore medley.

Sana, alongside Mina and Momo, twirled across the stage with radiant energy, their synchronization flawless as they transitioned into the last part of the encore. Her playful expressions and smooth moves captivated the audience, drawing cheers so loud they vibrated through the air.

She was too immersed in the performance to notice at first.

When Y/N stepped onto the stage among the backup dancers, blending seamlessly into the choreography, she couldn’t help but smile at how surreal the moment felt. Each step she had rehearsed so many times now felt automatic, her focus entirely on Sana.

The crowd didn’t seem to recognize Y/N right away, though a few murmurs rippled through the audience as some fans noticed a new face on stage.

It wasn’t until the "Wah Wah Wah" part, when Sana turned to interact with the dancers, her gaze landed on Y/N.

For a split second, Sana froze mid-step, her eyes widening in disbelief. Her usual polished composure faltered as her radiant smile transformed into a look of pure shock.

“Y/N?” she mouthed silently, her voice drowned out by the music.

Y/N flashed her a small, playful wink before continuing the routine. Sana quickly recovered, her movements a little lighter now, as if she’d been infused with a burst of joy.

The audience, unaware of their connection, erupted into cheers at Sana’s visibly delighted reaction. Fans began speculating among themselves, sensing there's something more special then just friendship between two girls.

As the medley ended, the lights dimmed again, and the stage was briefly quiet. The members of Misamo moved toward the front of the stage to thank their fans, their microphones already in hand. But before they could begin, the spotlight shifted to Y/N, who stepped forward from the group of dancers, clutching the bouquet of flowers.

The crowd gasped in unison as Y/N pulled off a mic, lowered her head slightly, and began to speak into the arena’s microphone.

“Hi, everyone,” Y/N began, her voice steady despite the overwhelming mix of nerves and love. She turned her gaze to Sana, who stood frozen, her hand pressed to her chest as her eyes shimmered with unshed tears.

“I wanted to take this moment to say how incredibly proud I am of you girls. Especially you, Sana. I’m so proud of everything you’ve done, everything you’ve achieved. Even though I couldn’t be there for most of this journey, I’ve been cheering for you every step of the way. You light up every room you walk into, and you’ve been my light too. I just wanted you to know how much you mean to me.”

Sana’s tears finally spilled over as she stepped closer, her radiant smile trembling with emotion. The crowd erupted into cheers and applause, their phones lighting up the arena as they captured the heartfelt moment.

Y/N held out the bouquet, which Sana accepted with trembling hands. Pulling Y/N into a tight embrace, she whispered, just loud enough for Y/N to hear, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” Y/N murmured back, her voice cracking slightly with emotion.

As the cheers grew louder, Sana and Y/N stepped back together, still holding hands, their smiles beaming brighter than any spotlight. Rest of the Misamo joined them moments later, Mina and Momo grinning mischievously as they teased Sana for tearing up on stage.

The group waved to the crowd one last time before disappearing backstage, the echoes of the audience’s applause following them as they left the stage together.

The backstage area buzzed with post-show energy. Crew members congratulated each other, Misamo’s managers offered heartfelt praise, and staff snapped photos to commemorate the final concert. In the midst of it all, Y/N found herself pulled into hugs from both Mina and Momo, their teasing smiles already giving away their plans to poke fun at her.

“You really pulled it off,” Momo said, grinning as she leaned against the dressing room doorframe. “I was a little worried you’d trip on stage during ‘Marshmallow,’ part but you nailed it!”

Mina nodded in agreement, a teasing smile tugging at her lips. “We’ve been keeping this secret for weeks, and honestly? Watching Sana’s face when she realized it was you made it all worth it.”

“Her jaw practically hit the floor,” Momo added with a laugh, glancing at Sana, who was trying (and failing) not to blush. “The fans noticed too. You might’ve just become the most iconic backup dancer in Misamo history.”

“Stop it, you two,” Sana huffed, though the blush on her cheeks deepened. She turned to Y/N with a small pout, her tone softening. “You really had to involve these two in your grand scheme?”

Y/N shrugged, feigning innocence. “I needed backup for the backup plan. And I’d say it worked out pretty well, wouldn’t you?”

Sana rolled her eyes playfully but couldn’t hide the faint blush creeping up her cheeks. “Stop teasing me,” she whined, though her soft smile betrayed just how happy she was.

Y/N, emboldened by the lighthearted banter, chimed in, “Come on, it was worth it just to see you cry on stage.”

Sana narrowed her eyes, pretending to be offended. “I wasn’t crying. It was… emotional perspiration!”

“Right,” Y/N said with a laugh, reaching out to take Sana’s hand. The group dissolved into laughter, the camaraderie between them shining brighter than ever.

After a flurry of photos with the crew and staff, the four of them retreated to Misamo’s dressing room. Momo flopped dramatically onto the couch while Mina carefully began removing her stage accessories.

Sana and Y/N sat side by side, their fingers intertwined as if they couldn’t bear to let go. Despite the teasing, Mina and Momo exchanged knowing glances, quietly slipping out of the room to give the couple a rare moment of privacy.

As they left the venue later that night, the streets of Osaka were alive with fans lingering in the afterglow of the concert. Y/N and Sana walked hand in hand, their steps slow and unhurried as they basked in each other’s presence.

“You know,” Sana began, her voice soft, “I didn’t realize how much I needed you here tonight until I saw you on that stage. It felt like… everything was perfect.”

Y/N squeezed her hand gently. “I hated missing so much of your promotion. I felt like I wasn’t there for you, and I wanted to make up for that. You deserve to know how loved you are, not just by ONCEs, but by me.”

Sana leaned her head against Y/N’s shoulder as they continued walking. “You don’t have to make up for anything. Just being here tonight was more than enough.”

“Well, I’m glad I made you cry anyway,” Y/N teased, earning a light shove from Sana.

Later that night, the warm glow of the hotel room’s ambient lighting created an intimate cocoon around Y/N and Sana. They sat cross-legged on the plush carpet, a late-night dinner spread out between them. The faint hum of the city outside was the only sound beyond their laughter.

Sana picked at a piece of sushi, giggling as she recounted the encore’s highlights. “Did you see Momo trying to suppress her laugh when the confetti cannon misfired? She almost tripped over Mina during the turn.”

Y/N chuckled, leaning back on her hands as she watched Sana relive the moment, her face animated and glowing with happiness. “I did. But somehow you managed to keep it together and still look flawless. Seriously, how do you do that?”

Sana shrugged with mock modesty, a playful glint in her eyes. “Years of practice. You pick up a thing or two when the cameras are always on you.”

Their lighthearted conversation slowed as they finished their food, settling into a comfortable silence. Sana leaned against the edge of the bed, her head tilted slightly as she admired the skyline from the room’s window. Y/N, meanwhile, shifted nervously, her heart racing. She reached into her bag, her fingers brushing against the small velvet box she’d kept hidden all evening.

Clearing her throat, Y/N finally spoke. “Hey, um… I have something for you.”

Sana turned to her, curious. “What is it?”

Y/N hesitated, her cheeks tinged with the faintest blush. “Just… open it.” She handed Sana the box with a shy smile, her palms slightly sweaty despite the calm demeanor she tried to project.

Sana’s brows knit together in surprise as she took the box, her fingers gently traced Graff logo on the box, carefully lifting the lid. Her breath hitched when her eyes landed on the delicate diamond necklace nestled inside. The necklace sparkled even under the soft hotel lighting, its intricate floral design exuding timeless elegance.

“Y/N…” Sana’s voice wavered, her fingertips brushing lightly over the diamonds. “This is… it’s stunning. But… this is way too much. I can’t—”

“You can, and you will,” Y/N interrupted, her tone gentle yet firm. She shifted closer, taking Sana’s free hand in hers. “Because you’re worth everything to me. This necklace, it’s not just a gift. It’s a reminder that no matter how far apart we are, I’m always thinking of you. You mean more to me than I could ever put into words, and I want you to have something that shows just a fraction of that.”

Sana’s eyes brimmed with tears, her lips quivering as she tried to find the right words. She shook her head softly, a smile breaking through the emotion. “You’re so ridiculous sometimes, you know that?”

Y/N grinned, brushing her thumb across the back of Sana’s hand. “Ridiculous in the best way, I hope.”

“In every way,” Sana whispered, her voice barely audible as she leaned forward, pressing her forehead to Y/N’s.

Y/N gently took the necklace from the box and moved behind Sana, her fingers deftly clasping it around her neck. The cool weight of the diamonds settled against Sana’s collarbone, glinting softly in the light. Y/N adjusted it slightly, leaning back to admire how it looked.

“Perfect,” Y/N murmured, her voice filled with warmth.

Sana turned around slowly, her face inches from Y/N’s. “It’s beautiful,” she said, her voice hushed. “But you… you’re the one who makes me feel like the luckiest person in the world.”

Y/N’s cheeks warmed, but she couldn’t help the soft chuckle that escaped her. “I think that makes two of us.”

Without another word, Sana leaned in, capturing Y/N’s lips in a soft, lingering kiss. It was tender, unhurried, and filled with all the unspoken love between them. Y/N cupped Sana’s cheek gently, her thumb tracing the curve of her jaw as they shared the quiet moment.

When they finally pulled back, Sana rested her head on Y/N’s shoulder, her fingers tracing absent patterns on Y/N’s arm. “Thank you,” she whispered. “For tonight. For everything.”

Y/N pressed a kiss to the top of her head, her heart swelling with love. “Always.”

Later, as they lay curled up on the bed, Sana’s head resting on Y/N’s shoulder, the necklace caught the faint moonlight streaming through the window. 

The soft glow of Sana’s phone illuminated the room as she scrolled through the TWICE group chat, her head nestled comfortably against Y/N’s shoulder. The two of them were snuggled under the blankets, their legs tangled together, exhaustion from the long day settling into their bones. But neither seemed ready to fall asleep just yet.

“Look at this,” Sana murmured, tilting her phone so Y/N could see the screen. The chat was alive with messages, the names of TWICE’s members lighting up with playful banter.

Momo: The way Sana looked at Y/N… iconic. Mina: Her jaw literally dropped. I should’ve recorded it from the stage instead of waiting for fan cams. Nayeon: Sana, if you don’t marry her soon, I’m calling dibs. Jihyo: Nayeon, stop stealing people’s girlfriends! Chaeyoung: Sana, can you ask Y/N to teach us the choreography? She’s a natural. Dahyun: The fans are losing it! Y/N is officially a Twice bias now. Tzuyu: You mean Sana’s bias.

Sana giggled softly, hiding her face in Y/N’s neck. “They’re relentless.”

Y/N laughed, her hand gently running through Sana’s hair. “I think Nayeon unnie might actually be serious about that marriage comment.”

“Not a chance,” Sana said with a playful pout, shifting to look up at Y/N. “You’re mine.”

Y/N smiled down at her, their eyes meeting in the dim light. “Always.”

Sana’s phone buzzed again, but this time it wasn’t the group chat. It was a flood of notifications from social media. Curiosity piqued, she tapped into one of the trending hashtags. Sure enough, the internet was ablaze with clips and fan edits of Y/N’s surprise appearance at the concert.

Fans gushed about Y/N’s unexpected presence, praising her dedication and swooning over Sana’s emotional reaction. The hashtags #YNSanaSurprise and #BestFriendGoals trended worldwide, with tweets and videos pouring in by the second.

“Look at this one,” Sana said, pointing to a video compilation of their moment on stage, set to a romantic ballad.

The caption read: “Y/N and Sana’s friendship goals… or something more? Either way, we’re obsessed!”

Y/N chuckled. “I guess the secret’s out, huh?”

Sana locked her phone and placed it on the nightstand, turning her full attention back to Y/N. “Let them guess,” she said softly, her fingers tracing small circles on Y/N’s arm. “As long as we know the truth, that’s all that matters.”

Y/N leaned down to kiss her forehead. “And the truth is, I love you more than anything, Sana. Today, tomorrow, forever.”

Sana’s smile was radiant, even in the dark. “Forever sounds perfect.”

They lay there in comfortable silence, the steady rhythm of their breathing syncing together. Outside, the city lights sparkled, a reminder of the bustling world beyond their little sanctuary. But in that moment, there was only them.

As the first light of dawn peeked through the curtains, painting the room in soft hues of gold and pink, Y/N tightened her hold on Sana, their bodies wrapped in a cocoon of warmth and comfort. Their breaths intertwined, their hearts beating as one, creating a silent melody that spoke louder than any words ever could.

No matter what the future held, grueling schedules, endless flights, or the watchful eyes of the world, they knew their love would endure. It wasn’t just a fleeting moment of happiness, but a steady force that grounded them, a light they could always turn to even on the darkest days.

Y/N placed a gentle kiss on the top of Sana’s head, her voice a soft whisper in the stillness of the morning. “We’ll take on everything together, no matter what. You and me, always.”

Sana stirred slightly, her lips curving into a small, sleepy smile as she murmured back, “Always.”

[randomcreator-09]

It's Cuffing Season (Jonathan Crane x Barista!Reader)

(Gif ain't mine > @breakfastonuranus)

>>>MASTERLIST<<<

>>>MINORS DNI<<<

✨NSFW [Stockholm Syndrome (Pretty self-explanatory), Abduction, Chocking, Bondage (cuffing), Oral (M!Rec), DubCon (cnc maybe?), PnV (Wrap it before you Tap it), Breeding kink, Candle Play, Overstimulation, and some other things that I may have forgotten], He fell in love with you but you didn't love him (as much) back so he had to do what any villain would do ^^, Crane's top but a softy his little princess, Crane just loves us~, Yes a lil Fluff and a bit of angst :3, also maybe mention of death (Parents)✨

🐧I'm learning my vocabs on NSFW content XD look how I'm adding up every smut warnings I know XD and it's actually not there XD. Please tell me if those are actually in the story damn :"D. Anyways this fic is for that request made, I hope this satisfies your need :3 cuz it did mine XD Although the phasing might be fast somehow... I tried putting all my ideas in one place heh, I hope I wrote it well :"D also the song comes in my mind as I wrote this is the one above... It's cuffing season~🐧

5K Words (I tried shortening it really... this is the best I could do ack)

Now... enjoy you mentally ill people (like me XD)

KINDLY REBLOG TO REACH MORE PEEPS ^^ (also heart it if you love it ^^ tnx)

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"Jonathan Crane!" you screamed to the top of your lungs as you read the order name on the cup. Looking around to see if anyone would answer to that name, and there he came.

A man in his well-tailored black suit, accompanied by his brown vest and black tie. A divine for any lady to look at, but for you it was the last thing you found interesting about. You didn't have time to swoon over men right now. Tuition at your college was more than the budget your parents left you before passing and you had to work your ass off to get through. Plus this business was not running well (your parent's business) so you had to do what had to be done, work to the bones.

"Thanks, Miss?" he muttered as he grabbed his drink from the counter and looked you straight in the eye. He had ocean blue eyes that were accessorized with his rectangle cut glasses which made him look more heavenly. His lips pursed and cheeks well contoured, anyone could really just fall in love with this man with one look, you thought, but not you.

You were making the next order as you spoke, "Y/N" you said without thinking of anything, flashing him a quick smile before returning to getting busy.

He smiled back, but you didn't see that as you busied yourself. He nodded before leaving the store. It was sunny that day, a busy day in Gotham City. People out and about, havoc on the neighboring store and policemen drinking their coffee in your store, this was Gotham City, bow.

-----(Jonathan Crane POV)

As Jonathan walked through the streets of Gotham City, he smirked. 'Y/N's hands were on this cup' he thought smiling to himself, as he sipped through the lid. It has been long since he was obsessed with something, not to mention someone other than Batman.

He first saw you on the day havoc happened at your store, a burglary. He was in line to order his usual coffee, clearly pissed at how the line was moving slowly when three masked men came in pointing guns at your employee. It was his first time seeing you then, the owner of the café.

You came out with a nonchalant look as you came from the back kitchen and pointed a loaded shotgun at the masked men. "Out" was the only thing you said as the masked men went running (unfortunately their guns were empty and were just actually toys). He was amused how you knew their guns were empty, even then, you exuded confidence in what you did that day, something Crane found fascinating.

From then on he went to the café from day to day (if he had the time even hour by hour). When you weren't there he would just walk away with nothing in hand, but when you were, he'd order everything on the menu to keep you standing there picking his order from the glassed window, to see your cleavage creeping out your tight V-neck shirt, as his pants would feel tight with his bulge poking it. He really should do something about his obsession with you he thought.

And think he did. He has planned to abduct you and manage your dead parent's business while you were gone, so you'd call him a 'good boy' after manipulating your mind to love him. He planned on paying for your tuition after it too! He has spoken to your school's board to give you a scholarship already (to which you declined because the head of your college was known to give scholarships to people he'd like to fuck). He had a room for you in his apartment already, complete with all the clothes you have in your own small apartment (with extra touches of clothes he likes to see you in... such as expensive lingerie and such).

'Just you wait my love' he thought as he kept the empty cup to his stash of cups with your handwriting on his office desk drawer. 'you will be mine soon', as he closes the drawer shut with a bright smile.

-----(Your POV)

You breath was a mess, your memory a foggy one, as your vision went on and off.

You only remembered the dark night enveloping the streets. As you closed the shop early today (because one of your employees had midterm examinations and you had too), you were out at the back of the shop throwing the heavy bag of trash to the bin when your sight turned dark.

In panic, you tried to fight the four arms that kept you from removing the bag over your head to no avail. Screaming was useless in Gotham, so you didn't try to do so. They guided you up in a spaced van and tied your hand back, they were being rather careful with you, you thought. Like a porcelain from china being transported to the England museum.

Before you know it you were dead asleep, as you inhaled funny smelling air (sleeping gas you presumed).

Minutes passed by as your vision went on again. Seeing that handsome blue-eyed man smiling at the sight of you, and your out again.

-----(Jonathan Crane's POV)

'She's here!' Jonathan's mind was in haywire. He was excited as he saw you being ushered in his apartment by two of his men. However his smile faltered as he sees your wrist red from the rope tied around it.

"Fuck! I told you to be careful with her! You fucking dimwits!" he screamed as he trashed around his living room, throwing anything he saw to his men. "Sorry, Sir Crane, she was a feisty one you see-" he shot the man, he had no time for explanations. "Get out of my sight" he glared at the other who ran out.

Jonathan kneeled down to untie you and remove the black bag over your head. Oh, how majestic you looked sleeping, he could stare at you forever, even maybe when the two of you are old, he smiled at that.

"Welcome Home, Y/N" as he kissed your forehead before carrying you princess-style to your new room.

-----(Your POV)

As you blinked your eyes, adjusting to the light of the room. You finally see the room you were in, it was not your room. Panic consumes you as you realize there were shackles on your wrist, chained to the bed.

You couldn't possibly scream now, since you didn't scream earlier where it could have been evident. You just observed the room, looking for something to get yourself free. The room was in your favourite colour, shockingly it made you more at ease than panic. Some of your missing favorite clothes were on the open closet as well, with boxes of maybe new clothes. Pair of shoes and sandals that screamed 'expensive', you thought of the possibility that maybe a girl abducted you, but some of them were visibly your size.

Before you could find a way to escape the door creeks open. You close your eyes to pretend to be sleeping, but the person to open it doesn't seem to buy it.

"Oh Darling, I mean no harm," his deep voice echoes the room. You closely open your eyes to see the same man that goes to your cafe shop and only ever smiles at you.

"You!" exclaiming as you squirm through the chain to fight him. He rushes to you as he places a tray of food on the floor. "Darling, Darling Angel calm down my Love. I am here to protect you from this dangerous world, I am your only hope in this dark world. By the time everything is in havoc, you are safe here." as he tries to sooth you, patting your head as he sat beside your bedside.

"Fuck You, Jonathan!" you hiss at him, remembering his name as he was always in your cafe, in which he chuckles. "I believe that's not how you thank your saviour love," his voice in a darker tone than earlier as he stands up and picks up the tray of food, placing it on your lap. "Now, I will remove the cuffs on your wrist and you eat peacefully without fighting your savior or..." he pauses as his fingers tickle your wrist and moving slowly to grip on your neck ever so softly "... We do it the hard way and I might punish you, which, believe me, you might even enjoy, Y/N" as he smirks at you.

It took all in you to not tear up then. You prayed to God that this was just a sick dream and that you fainted from overworking, but it wasn't. As you feel his hands tighten their grip making you look at him, you suddenly drown in his ocean-blue eyes. If you weren't a busy woman and had time to date you'd probably dated him before, but this was sick, something you never thought a man with such a political figure like him would do.

Kicking the tray of food to the floor, you squirmed again, the cuffs tightening with your every move. Swearing to his face that you will never cooperate with him and he can kiss your ass. He laughs at that, he stands up after releasing your neck as you gasp for air. He then cleans up your mess and closes the door with a rather loud bang. As you cried in the room, waiting for the inevitable 'punishment'.

Hours has passed and the room turned dark along with the night creeping in the room. The door creaked open, slow and deliberate. Your breath hitched as the sound of footsteps filled the room, heavier this time. Jonathan Crane appeared once more, but now the light was dimmer, casting flickering shadows across his face. In his hand, a single candle burned, the flame dancing in the darkness.

"You seem to have a lot of fight in you," he murmured, setting the candle on a nearby table. "But I wonder..." He trailed off, his voice low and taunting as he approached the bed, pulling a small chair closer to where you lay cuffed. "How long will that fire last?"

He dragged the chair, its legs scraping against the floor, and sat down. His eyes gleamed with a sick curiosity, studying your every move, every breath. His fingers hovered over the flame, feeling its heat before he slowly turned his gaze back to you.

"You know, fear has many faces," he whispered. His hand, now inches from your skin, tilted the candle slightly. A bead of hot wax dripped, falling closer... closer...

"Please..." You whispered staring at the falling bead of wax rolling down the candle.

The first drop landed just above your stomach, the sting sharp but fleeting. You flinched, a hiss escaping your lips. Jonathan smirked, leaning forward. "Fear, pain... they blend together. And soon, you'll understand just how much I can make you feel."

The next drop fell, then another, each landing with precision, calculated to push you further without overwhelming you. Every slight movement you made only caused the shackles to tighten, reminding you of your helplessness.

"You will cooperate," he whispered darkly, "whether you like it or not."

The steady drip of hot wax continued, each drop sending a fresh wave of stinging heat across your skin. You couldn’t help it—you began to squirm, the restraints digging deeper into your wrists as you tried to twist away. Your heart raced, fear coursing through every vein.

“P-please,” you gasped, your voice shaking as you felt the heat of the wax inching closer to your chest. “Stop, I—I can’t take it.”

Jonathan’s eyes flickered with amusement, his lips curling into a smile that sent chills down your spine. He tilted the candle just enough to let a few more drops fall, ignoring your pleas. "Begging already?" he teased, the sound of his laughter dark and unsettling.

You squirmed harder, desperate to escape the pain, but there was nowhere to go. The shackles held you in place, trapping you in his game. "Jonathan, please!" you cried out, your voice breaking. "Stop, I’ll do whatever you want, just—please!"

He stood up then, towering over you, his eyes cold and devoid of mercy. "Do you really think begging will change anything?" he asked, his voice dripping with mockery. He leaned down, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered, “This is only the beginning.”

He chuckled, low and menacing, as he straightened, letting another drop fall from the candle with eerie precision. “I want you to remember this moment. Every time you think of resisting me... every time you think you have any control.”

You whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut as the heat burned into your skin again. His laugh echoed in your ears, cruel and unrelenting, as if your suffering was nothing more than a twisted form of entertainment for him.

"You’ll break," he said, his voice eerily calm. "And when you do... you’ll beg me to continue."

Your body trembled under the growing layer of hardened wax, the pain numbing into a dull throb as you finally broke down, tears slipping down your cheeks. Sobs wracked your chest, your will shattered as you lay helpless beneath him, the hot wax pooling in small rivers over your skin, solidifying into painful reminders of his control.

Jonathan finally paused, watching the tears fall with a look of satisfaction in his cold eyes. He placed the candle back on the table, its flame still flickering faintly. His gaze drifted down your body, where the wax now covered your skin in thick patches. He licked his lips, the silence between you heavy with unspoken tension.

Your eyes flickered downwards, catching the unmistakable bulge in his pants. The air shifted, heavier now, as he undid his belt with a slow, deliberate movement, the metal buckle clinking softly in the oppressive quiet.

His voice was low and dangerous as he looked down at you. "You've been such a defiant girl, Y/N," he said, his tone almost casual. "Now… you’re going to make it up to me."

He tugged down his pants, his eyes never leaving yours as he stood there, commanding and unyielding. "I think you know what comes next," he murmured, stepping closer, your eyes never leaving his as you tried to keep it there. "And listen very carefully—if I feel your teeth, you'll wish I had only used wax." you gritted your teeth as he aligns his length to your lips, making you look at his pink veiny cock.

He leaned in, grabbing a fistful of your hair to force you to meet his gaze. His grip was firm, but the smirk on his face was even crueler. "Now," he ordered, his voice deepening with lust. "Take me. And don't make me regret giving you this chance."

As you slowly opened your mouth to accommodate his grit. He slowly moved in your mouth. Soliciting a quiet moan out his lips as he slowly thrusts in and out your mouth, hands still tangled on your hair. "Good... Good girl," he hissed as his head bobs back from pleasure.

Tears ran down your cheeks as your throat chokes on the tip of his cock. Shackles still on your wrist as he slowly picks up his phase, making you squirm again, moaning at how his restless speed in your mouth made you feel soaking wet down below, bucking your knees together to create friction.

His speed was ethereal now, you hesitated, your throat tightening as you leaned forward, but Jonathan’s grip on your hair tightened, his warning clear in his eyes. You started, gagging slightly as he pushed you to take him deeper, but there was no room for hesitation. The pressure built, and just as you choked, he pulled back slightly, his hand flashing across your face with a sharp slap.

"Don’t stop now," he growled, dragging you back roughly. The force left no room for escape as he pushed you to take him fully, his breath quickening, his control slipping as you obeyed, doing your best to keep up. His pace quickened until the tension broke, and you felt him reach his climax.

"Ah! Fuck! Fuck! Take it! Take it, love!" Jonathan groaned, his body shuddering with release as he rutted into your mouth, the taste of him thick on your tongue. He held you there for a moment longer before finally pulling away, leaving you gasping for air, your throat raw and your body trembling.

Silence filled the room, broken only by the sound of your heavy breathing. Slowly, Jonathan's hands moved to the cuffs, undoing them with a gentleness that sharply contrasted the earlier brutality. As the restraints fell away, your sore wrists ached from the pressure, but you barely registered the pain.

“Shhh, it’s alright now,” he murmured softly, easing your arms down to your sides as you panted weakly, exhaustion washing over you. He wiped the sweat and wax from your skin with a damp cloth, moving with surprising care as he cleaned away the hardened remnants from your body. His touch was tender, almost reverent, as he wiped the corners of your mouth, his fingers brushing lightly against your lips.

“You did so well,” he whispered, his voice now gentle, devoid of the harsh edge it had held moments before. “You’re perfect.” His words were soft, almost affectionate, as he covered you with a warm blanket, tucking it around your body as if wrapping you in a cocoon of safety. "My fucking perfect angel." as he kissed your forehead.

As your eyes fluttered closed, too tired to fight sleep, Jonathan leaned down, pressing another kiss to your forehead. "Rest now. You're mine, and I’ll take care of you," he whispered, stroking your hair soothingly until you finally drifted off into unconsciousness.

-----(Months after abduction, Batman is dead)

You couldn’t help but laugh quietly to yourself as you gazed out the window, your reflection staring back at you. Months ago, you had cried endlessly, resisting every touch and command Jonathan gave. Now, those tears seemed so distant, almost laughable. The ‘punishments’ he promised had turned into something you craved—each session pushing you to new heights of pleasure. And afterward, the aftercare was so tender, so sweet, you had never felt so wanted. So cared for.

He had taken over everything: your safety, your business, and even your education. Your café ran smoothly under his careful management, leaving you to focus on finances from the comfort of his condo. The outside world? It felt foreign now, just a backdrop beyond the glass. Here, with him, was all you needed.

The door clicked open, and you immediately recognized the soft footsteps crossing the threshold. You didn’t turn around, but you could feel his presence before he even touched you. Jonathan was back.

A pair of arms wrapped around you from behind, his grip firm yet gentle, pulling you against him. “How was your day?” he murmured into your ear, his breath warm against your skin. You leaned back into his chest, feeling the weight of the day fade away as you melted into his embrace.

“Hard,” you groaned, thinking about the lessons. The professors he hired for you weren’t easy, and today had been especially draining. “College was hard... why do they make it so difficult?” (The professors came to the apartment, Jonathan doesn't want his princess to walk or drain herself to go out).

Jonathan chuckled softly, his hands trailing up and down your waist and hips in slow, soothing movements. "Difficult?" he whispered, pulling your head back gently so that your lips were inches from his. "I’ll have to deal with that professor, then... make sure they know better than to push you too hard."

Before you could respond, he captured your lips in a kiss, his grip firm as he held you in place. The tension melted from your body as you sank into him, the world outside completely forgotten. The kiss was slow but possessive, his lips claiming yours with an undeniable hunger that left you breathless.

When he finally pulled away, his lips brushing against your ear, his voice was a low, commanding murmur. “Let’s go upstairs.”

You nodded, your body already responding to his words, anticipation building as he guided you up the stairs to the room, knowing exactly what was coming next.

As you reached the top of the stairs, Jonathan didn’t lead you toward his room. Instead, he pulled you toward yours. The familiar space, the one place that was entirely yours within his domain, now felt smaller with him so close. The moment you entered, he pressed you firmly against the wall, his body pinning yours in a way that made your breath hitch.

His lips captured yours again, more intense this time, his hand snaking around your waist as he deepened the kiss. You could feel the controlled desire in the way he held you, as though he was fighting to maintain his composure. When he finally broke the kiss, his eyes darkened as they roamed over you, a quiet hunger simmering beneath the surface.

With deliberate slowness, Jonathan reached for the silky coat draped over your body, sliding it off your shoulders with one fluid motion. The fabric fell to the floor, pooling around your feet, leaving you standing there in the black lingerie you knew he adored. His breath hitched, his eyes widening ever so slightly as he took in the sight before him.

The lingerie clung to your curves, the sheer black fabric leaving little to the imagination. Intricate lace patterns adorned the cups, framing your chest in a way that was both delicate and provocative. Thin straps crisscrossed over your torso, highlighting your waist, while the sheer fabric cascaded down, barely covering the tops of your thighs. The black lace was cut in such a way that it hinted at more, teasing him, daring him to explore further.

Jonathan’s breathing became shallow, his eyes locked onto you as if he were seeing you for the first time all over again. "You really do know how to get under my skin," he murmured, his voice hoarse as he stepped closer, his hands tracing the outline of the lace. “You wore this... just for me?”

You nodded slightly, your skin tingling under his touch. His fingers trailed along the delicate fabric, his restraint faltering as he admired every inch of you. "Good girl," he whispered, the praise low and possessive, sending a shiver down your spine.

Without breaking eye contact, Jonathan leaned in again, his lips crashing against yours with a hunger that made your heart race. This kiss was different—fiercer, more demanding—as he poured all his desire into it. You melted against him, feeling the weight of his body against yours.

In one swift motion, he removed his vest and necktie, letting them fall carelessly to the floor. The smooth fabric of his shirt clung to his form as he slipped it off, revealing the taut lines of his chest and arms. Your breath caught at the sight, his body a perfect blend of strength and control.

Before you could fully process what was happening, he took your wrists, binding them together behind your back with his necktie. The gesture was possessive, a reminder that you were his, and the thrill of being restrained sent a rush of excitement through you.

With a gentle push, Jonathan guided you back toward the bed, his eyes never leaving yours. The moment your back hit the mattress, he hovered above you, a predatory gleam in his eyes. He leaned down, pressing soft kisses along your abdomen, trailing up to your neck, where he nibbled lightly, teasingly, as if savoring every moment.

“You have no idea how perfect you are,” he whispered against your skin, each word laced with fervent desire. He continued kissing his way back to your lips, his voice low and filled with promise. “I could breed you right now, make you mine in every way.”

His lips found yours again, deeper and more passionate, as he whispered more pleasurable words that made your skin tingle and your body ache for him. “You were made for this,” he murmured between kisses, his hands exploring the curve of your waist, igniting a fire within you that was impossible to ignore.

As Jonathan continued to kiss you, his hands roaming your body, you felt a wave of pleasure wash over you. Your knees began to buckle, the sensations overwhelming as you squirmed beneath him, searching for more friction, more connection. Each subtle movement sent sparks coursing through your veins, and you could feel the heat pooling low in your stomach.

Jonathan noticed immediately, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. He pulled back slightly, his eyes glinting with amusement and desire. "What do you want, love?" he asked, his voice low and teasing, relishing the power he held over you.

You bit your lip, your breath coming in quick gasps as you looked up at him, eyes filled with need. “Please,” you begged, your voice trembling with urgency. “I want you... I need you to take me.”

His smirk widened, satisfaction radiating from him at your plea. “Is that what you really want?” he taunted, leaning in closer, his breath ghosting over your skin. “To feel me inside you?”

“Yes! Please, Jonathan,” you begged, the desperation in your voice making it clear just how much you craved him. You felt vulnerable, yet utterly alive, and the anticipation sent a shiver down your spine.

“Good girl,” he murmured, leaning down to capture your lips again, the kiss a mixture of passion and possession. “I’ll give you exactly what you want.”

With a low, sultry laugh, Jonathan’s hands moved to his belt, unbuckling it with deliberate slowness. You watched, breathless, as he pulled his belt free, the leather falling to the floor with a soft thud. Next, he unbuttoned his pants, pushing them down his hips until they pooled at his ankles, leaving him clad only in his boxers.

He stepped closer, the heat radiating off him as he locked his eyes onto yours. The intensity of his gaze sent a thrill through you, the air thick with anticipation. “Now, tell me again,” he said, his voice a deep growl, “What do you want?”

Your heart raced, the need for him consuming your thoughts. “I want you, Jonathan,” you replied, your voice a soft plea. “I need you to take me, to claim me as yours.”

"Fuck," he says with a low growl, Jonathan removed his boxers, exposing himself fully as he stepped closer. You could feel the heat radiating off his body, the intensity of his gaze sending a thrill through you. As he aligned himself with your entrance, he leaned down, his breath hot against your ear. “You were just made for this, weren’t you, love?”

Without warning, he pushed into you hard, filling you completely. A gasp escaped your lips, a mix of surprise and overwhelming pleasure as he bottomed out. You felt him stretching you, the sensation igniting a fire within you.

“Jonathan,” you moaned, your body arching to meet him as he began to move, he placed his arms behind your back as he thrusts deliberately and powerful. The world around you faded away, leaving only the rhythm of his body against yours and the electric connection between you.

His thrusts became faster, harder, each stroke sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You could feel your climax building, as his thumb drew circles on you clit, the tension coiling tighter with each movement. “That’s it, princess,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “You feel so good around me.”

As you neared the edge, he leaned down, kissing you deeply, swallowing your moans as you spiraled into your first climax. Your body quaked, waves of ecstasy washing over you as he continued to thrust, riding the waves of your pleasure.

“Look at you,” he growled, watching your face with a predatory gaze. “So beautiful when you come apart for me. I want to see you do it again.”

The words sent another shock of pleasure through you, and you felt yourself approaching another orgasm. Jonathan picked up his pace, his hips driving into you relentlessly, urging you closer and closer. “Come for me again,” he commanded, his voice a low growl. “I want to feel you clench around me.”

With a final thrust, you tumbled over the edge again, your body quaking as your second climax took you by storm. You cried out, a mixture of pleasure and desperation, and Jonathan’s grip on your hips tightened as he surged deeper.

“Fuck, take it!” he groaned, his own climax building as he thrust into you one last time. “Take my fucking seed, princess. Be filled with my seed and carry my child, angel.”

As he released himself deep inside you, you felt the warmth spreading, a final wave of bliss washing over you. Screaming as the world blurred at the edges, leaving only the two of you in that perfect moment of connection, pleasure, and possessiveness.

As the tension in the room began to dissipate, Jonathan huffed and puffed, catching his breath. He looked down at you, a soft smile spreading across his lips. “You’re absolutely perfect,” he said, his voice low and warm. “The way that lingerie hugs your body, it was made for me. Your breasts bounce just right for me to enjoy.”

He leaned down, his lips brushing against your skin as he pressed gentle kisses to your breasts, savoring the way they felt beneath his mouth. Each kiss sent a thrill through you, and your breath hitched, the sensation making your heart race. You loved being worshipped like this, the feeling of his admiration washing over you, igniting a fire of desire deep within.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he murmured against your skin, his voice thick with reverence. He pulled back slightly to admire the way the lingerie framed your figure before carefully removing himself from you. You felt a rush of emptiness at his absence, but he quickly set to work, cleaning you off with gentle hands, his touch almost reverent.

After making sure you were taken care of, he leaned down again to press a soft kiss to your lips, lingering just a moment longer. “Such a good girl,” he whispered against your mouth, his tone affectionate and possessive. He reached behind you, deftly untying the necktie that had bound your wrists, and you felt a sense of relief wash over you.

With a smile, you wrapped your arms around him tightly, relishing the warmth of his body against yours. “How was your day?” you asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

“It was long,” he replied, nuzzling against your hair. “But coming home to you makes it all worthwhile.”

You both lay back against the bed, the night wrapping around you like a comforting blanket. As you nestled into his side, the warmth and safety enveloping you made you forget all about the world outside—and the circumstances that had brought you together.

In that moment, it felt like everything was perfect, just as it should be, and you let the worries of the past fade away into the night, content to simply be with him.

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🐧Damn... Rollercoaster it was to write this XD I hope it gave off Stockholm syndrome aha :"D Anyways I loved Jonathan Crane on this fic :"3 his the possesive I need >:D but at the same time its kinda... lovely how he abducted us like we were a stray cat and never letting us go out but also respecting our privacy by having his own room too. Yeah he has his own room but he comes to yours becuase he likes sleeping with you better. Anyways hope you enjoyed it hehe ^^🐧

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I loved Worship but it got me thinking about like what if someone kept calling her mean stuff during the show and just boys reacting to their girl getting slandered tnx

Guess who got carried away? 😂 I love it guys, thank you for popping into my ask. I really love seeing your ideas!🤍✨

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For the record

It’s the usual shenanigans that get the show going. Considering that everyone was in a good mood tonight was already labeled to be a solid night. It always felt the best like this. When everyone was fully relaxed and enjoying themselves. You had lingered back with IV before the show, too lost in bickering until it was him messily making sure that your headset was on before someone thrust his guitar into his hands. A little wink. A little nudge. And it was back to the place you had grown to love. Crave deep within your soul.

It’s behind II that you sing some of your most beautiful solos. Finding your way up on his seat while his hands go up and down your thighs. Mostly trying to make sure that you don’t fall back but enough to seem that he’s more than happy to sit between your thighs while you stand above him. It’s the fleeting kisses that you keep sharing with IV tonight. One after another, every time you pass by. Till it’s almost funny when he’s right in front of you. Pretending as if it’s an unexpected bump in. It’s Vessel that you fall to your knees to and he’s more than happy to brush his thumb over your bottom lip, leaning in only to push your face to the side. Making you fake fallback as you lay your limp there for a couple of beats. Enjoying the roar of the crowd. III manages to trap you in between his guitar and you as you both swing to the beat. Your fingers trailing up and down his thighs.

But it was the odd eyes that you kept on landing on. First row. Right in front of you. Ones that made you sick to your stomach. Ones that you tried to avoid. But you kept on coming and coming back. And it’s when you come towards the edge of the stage to sing yet another part of your siren song that you hear it. “Cheep Whore”, “Band filth”, “Shared bitch”. Rolling in and in. With more and more people turning their heads towards the people screaming at the tops of their lungs.

And it’s as if the words had scorched you. You find yourself backing away. Till you hit something solid and warm. A hand coming to steady you. But you pull back just as fast. Turnning to find a pissed-looking Vess. “Keep going”, your mouth, letting yourself trail your gaze over the rest of the band. Only to find another three pissed faces. You grab Vessel’s hand, pulling him closer, “Do the rest of the show the way it was supposed to be”, you begged, “Leave it and keep going. They will follow”.

A wave of relief washes over you as he steps away. Continuing the next song. III blazing eyes are the next thing you see but you just shake your head at him. Even if the poor pick gets thrown across the stage and not in a nice way. But they stick through. Faces tight. The atmosphere off. The magic faded. The feeling was lost. You stick to the furthest part of the sage, doing your parts as if glued to it. The moment the last sounds of the cords fade, you’re turning onto your heel, diving backstage.

You feel stupid almost, that something that was going on in comments and posts for some time now had finally made you slip up. Cause you didn’t care. Not really…. right? “Y/N”, a bang sounded at the door making you flinch, “You in here?”. A part of you wants to keep quiet. Let this fade into the back too. But you hear the commotion, not enough to understand what the bickering is about, before a much louder banging ring through the quiet space. “Open the door”, IV's voice is much more strict than II’s. The agitation oozed out. “I am taking my makeup off”, your voice cracks, and your silent scream into the void within because you know that they would have heard it. “You take it off in the bus while we drink, don’t start bullshiting me now”, IV rattles the hand and you suddenly start to wonder how long it would take for him to break the door.

“Look”, II cuts in, “I get it, you want to be by yourself but we kind of got a situation going on with III”, and it’s enough to make you step closer to the door. Because you care about them and if III is flying off the handle it would be your fault. “What happened?”, you mutter, pressing your face against the door. You’re met with silence but it’s enough for you to know that they are looking at one another now, silently debating their next words.

“Jumped off stage and took off towards the pit”, and that’s enough for you to yank the door open. You just don’t get to go as far as two pairs of hands pulling you back. “Come here”, you hear IV mutter before you were met with II's embraces. The warmth of him cutting deep through you. Making your eyes sting. Yet you pushed back, trying to escape them both. “Let me go, let me talk to him”, you wheezed. “It’s taken care of”, IV cut in, “He’s backstage somewhere, you don’t need to worry”.

You looked up at them, “You tricked me, idiots”. IV reached to catch your face, “You ran off, locked yourself in a fucking bathroom. What do you expect that we baked you cookies?”. “IV”, II hissed, “What he was trying to say is that we care for you and that shit on the stage shouldn’t have happened”. You fist II shirts, trying to keep your composure, “I don’t care and don’t understand why you’re making a big deal out of it”, you sighed in frustration. You needed out, or you would cry and you hadn’t yet done that in front of the boys.

“This is a mutual choice”, Vessel’s voice fills the space, “If we mess around, we mess around together. One of us having to take shit for it is bullshit”. And that’s when you see him. Rubbing his left hand’s chuckles. Your whole body drains from your body. “You punched him didn’t you?”, you mutter, already thinking of all the articles. And what for? After all the years of staying out of bad PR. Your legs move on their own accord and with a couple of steps you are wrapped up in III’s arms. “For the record, I missed”, he grunts. And that’s the thing that snaps the last bit. A strange strangled noise leaves your lips before you can clap a hand over your mouth. The look in III eyes shifts, “I would go back there, just saying”, he mutters before pulling you back into him by the back of your head.

“I need Chinese tonight”, II throws it out in the open. Making the salty stream of tears down your cheeks feel less pathetic in a way, as everyone snorts in their toes. “I call dibs for the bus bed tonight”, Vess points out and it’s as if nothing had happened. The same dynamic between you five talking is usually formed. “You’ve slept there for the last two stops”, III is quick to remind him, yet his eyes are still on you. Quietly assessing the real damage. “And before you say it, you aren’t special because you’re long and skinny”, Vess simply flips III off before the room is once again filled with laughter. You feel soft hands brushing against your chin before your head is gently nudged upwards. Meeting IV eyes within a blink. “Head up, little siren”, he muses, brushing the tears off your cheeks, “Can’t have you loosing your spark”. You nod tightly, trying to not let another wave of emotions cloud your eyes. “For the record, I would eat you out”, III shrugs, making the rest of them chorus his name with curses following right after.

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“ START OVER? ” ft. kim gyuvin

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pairing › student ! gyuvin x student ! reader

summary › after two years of radio silence, tried to avoid each other in the high school corridors, gyuvin and y/n are determined to start their new lives as university students. but when y/n thinks she can draw a line under her first love, an unexpected action leads her to believe that perhaps, fate is on her side..

genre › exes to lovers, college au, kind of enemies to lovers (one-sided), fluff, angst, crack

warnings › angst, mention of cheating (but it's not true), other ones would be mentioned in each chapter

featuring › ricky, yujin & hanbin of zerobaseone, heeseung & jungwon of enhypen, minji & hanni of new jeans, yoon of stayc, sullyoon of nmixx (+ former member jinni), hwi of tnx, taesan of boynextdoor, lee jeonghyeon (evnne)

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profiles : gyuvin' supporters 🛒 y/n's believers

ch. 1 : new year, new start.

ch. 2 : easier said than done.

ch. 3 : when did you unblocked me?

ch. 4 : i can tolerate your presence.

ch. 5 : a kdrama moment.

ch. 6 : gyuvin's brother?

more to come..

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҂ PAIRING ➤ idol!heeseung X idol-fem!Reader

҂ SYNOPSIS ➤ your past on roblox was…..something special. especially when your only friend who played roblox with you is now a famous idol. after years of disappearing and not logging in your old account you decided to do it and search for your long lost friend, lee heeseung. oh! and what a surprise! he decided to do the same thing after craving for some connection with his long lost friend, who’s now a famous idol.

҂ FEATURING ➤ rest of enha members , ot5 lesserafim , shin ryujin as yn.

҂ GENRE ➤ fluff , crack , childhood friends to strangers to friends to lovers (omfg).

҂ WARNINGS ➤ curse words (i cant hold it) , kms/kys jokes , roblox (idk if its a trigger but imma put it here) , obv annoying fans + i’ll include warnings in each ep if necessary !

҂ STATUS ➤ discontinued !

҂ TAG-LIST ➤ closed !

҂ NOTE ➤ please note that i do not remember a lot from roblox so sorry if i offend anyone in any kind of way!! HOPEFULLY i’ll be able to finish this smau too😭

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— ✧ 02 ; ‘ilovejeonjungkook’

— ✧ 03 ; ‘im gonna cry myself to sleep’

— ✧ 04 ; ‘is that y/n…?’

— ✧ 05 ; ‘HAD A REUNION!!’

— ✧ 06 ; ‘living in denial might cause depression yk🤕🤕🤕’

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hii, here's my request:

ethan and y/n are kinda into each other, but while dealing w the gf attacks and his dad pressure, ethan notices some weird things about y/n. plot is she is as sick as him (or more) like love from “you” and that female type of crazy that do all for love.

THEN she finds out he's gf and convinces him that his father is the actual guilty of ricky death (bc neglected him blah blah) and turn him against his father and then happy ever after

tnx for the attention baby 💘

I'm not crazy .

movie : scream 6 character : ethan landry (babygirl) pairing : gf!ethan x manipulative!reader summary : they're both crazy for each other. contains : manipulating, they're both slightly toxic, toxic relationship, kind of follows the plot, gore, mentions of murder, murder, etc etccc ! a/n : Y'ALL IM WORKING LIKE A SLAVEE ! ♥*♡∞:｡.｡♥*♡∞:｡.｡♥*♡∞:｡.｡♥*♡∞:｡.｡♥*♡∞:｡.｡♥*♡∞:｡.｡♥*♡∞:｡.｡♥*♡∞♥ Maybe it was your sultry voice, that innocent look in your eyes that drowned him in passion, your soft touch that he wanted every second of every day. Maybe it were those things that made him so obsessed with you and the bare thought of you. The things that made him believe every word coming out of your pretty little mouth. I mean, what angel like you would lie to her boyfriend? You opened the door that led you to Ethan's bedroom, a smile on your face expecting him to be there. Yet, he wasn't anywhere to be found. A pout crossed your lips as you saw his room was empty. When you stepped deeper into his room, a smell of slight iron hit you. You looked around for anything that could've cause it, any clues maybe. And you saw a drop of blood by his closet door. You immediately worried, your mind going to the worst of things. 'Did he get hurt by an intruder? please tell me I won't find his dead body in the closet.' You thought, inching closer to the doors in front of you. You slid open the wooden entrance, your eys widening at what you saw. A ghostface mask. Fresh blood dripped down the white silcone cover, another drop going onto the carpet. You gulped your spit nervously, stepping back from the sight before you heard the creak of a door behind you. You turned around quickly, your pink lips parting in surprise. "Ethan?" You uttered out, your eyes running over his face and figure. He saw the sight before you, his eyes flickering between the mask and you. "Baby--" He started, yet you cut him off. "No, no. It's.. uhm.. you won't hurt me right?" You asked quietly, your sweet tone and voice making him drunk. "No, of course not!" He pleaded, going towards you and taking your soft hands into his. "I would never hurt you, baby." Your pretty eyes gazed up at him with such sweetness, he would never lay a violent hand on you. He leaned down and placed a quick peck on your lips, a smile on his lips. "Just... why?" You asked curiously, sitting him onto the covers of the bed. You sat next to him, your mischevious angelic eyes looking into his soul. He explained his entire story to you, Richie's death, his father convincing his children to follow his path, every single detail. You had to desperately hold in the urge to smirk in his face. "Your dad.. he seriously made you do this?" You asked, a hand resting on his thigh. He hesitated before answering, an exhale escaping his lips. "He.. didn't make me. It was the right thing." He replied, your eyebrows slanting in fake worry/concern. "The right thing? Eth, he's making you kill your friends." You cooed, your hand moving up to his arm. "To think about it, if your father drove Richie to murder.. he's the reason for his death." Your words hit him where it hurted, just how you liked.

"..What?" He uttered, his eyebrows furrowed. "If your father hadn't.. treated him as he did. Richie wouldn't have killed.. and Sam wouldn't have killed him. It's not murder if you're protecting yourself, sweetheart." You explained. His breath hitched, his thoughts wandering to how.. you seemed so right. Your innocent demeanor, your pretty face, your soft voice. What type of angel lies anyways? Days, weeks passed since you told him this and it was the day of act three. The finale. The three killers were lined up, two masked and one unmasked. You and your group cowered in fear (not you really), the two sisters even crying.

Ethan unmasked himself, a sick grin across his face yet his eyes only on you. Just you. He seemed so giddy, so psychotic. Not like you were any differen anyways, maybe just not homicidal. Quinn unmasked herself shortly, raising shock between the group. The three killers spread, Quinn teasing and Ethan taunting. You split from the sisters and went your own way, bumping into Ethan. His grin turned into a smirk, his hand coming to your cheek and kissing you gently. "Hi baby." He greeted sweetly. You giggled and looked up at him, quite quickly Quinn and his father ran into the sight. "Ethan, the fuck are you doing?" Quinn exclaimed, her ginger eyebrows furrowing at the sight of them. "Kill her already." Bailey encouraged, practically enraging Ethan. "Don't. I already know your little game plan. You only need us for the kill, we don't matter to you!" Ethan retorted, pointing the tip of his knife at his dad's head. "I bet you never even cared." "You only liked Richie, but even you cut him down to insanity huh?" He continued, his words causing Quinn to glance at Bailey. "What's he talking about?" She asked. "He won't say it, he's too much of a corward! He's been using us for his own sickness this whole time." Ethan shouts, making you subtly smirk behind him. Ethan was such an easy but pretty boy to sway. ♥*♡∞:｡.｡♥*♡∞:｡.｡♥*♡∞:｡.｡♥*♡∞:｡.｡♥*♡∞:｡.｡♥*♡∞:｡.｡♥*♡∞:｡.｡♥*♡∞♥* I DID NOT HAVE THE TIME NOR ENERGY TO FINISH THIS !! part 2 (not avaliable yet ! who wants a taglist ?)

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Erwin X Reader X Miche NSFW

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content warnings: dirty talk, dp, oral (f receiving), anal, some wine for liquid courage, poly relationship

word count:~ 2.5k

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"Y/N, don't spill wine over my paperwork, please baby I spent two nights filling them out" Erwin warned from the couch and you gently grabbed the glass, placing it on the other side of you, away from anything that could get ruined.

You were sitting on top of the table, swaying your legs as all three of you enjoyed your night.

Using all of your vacation days for this prolonged weekend, you all hoped that there won't be an emergency since everything has been fairly quiet lately.

You decided to spend your anniversary in Erwin's office since it was more spacious than any of the bedrooms and going out also wasn't an option for you sadly. Miche mentioned once how he despised the fact that he can't take you out to fancy dinners, not without constantly being in a fight or flight mode, and Erwin commented on looking forward to the day when they can see you all dolled up and blushing as they drag you around for a dozen of already perfectly planned out dates.

You didn't dwell on it, instead, you all sneaked in some booze during your last long mission, from a faraway village that had big healthy grape fields that were lucky enough to go untouched after all of these scary years.

You weren't allowed to take gifts from the people, let alone if it's alcohol but you all proclaimed the rule stupid, hiding a bottle each as you returned to the base that month. They remained sealed for a special occasion.

"Sorry!" you tipsily replied an eternity later. You weren't really a lightweight but holy fuck...that wine is stronger than some whiskeys you tried. Maybe you're over exaggerating but the gentle burn of your throat as you took another sip could definitely support your case.

The room you were in was dimmed, curtains draped over the windows as a last effort to keep some of the scorching heat from entering it. The lights were off, save for a few candles scattered around.

Miche sat spread out on the couch, his shirt unbuttoned and his jacket long forgotten on the hanger. Erwin was sitting in his chair, wiping sweat off of his face with the back of his hand, his shirt damp and in your delusional horny mind, it was now almost see-through.

"I would think that they would fund the commanders with fans or something. Or at least an ice pack!" Miche complained, lowering his glass on the cupboard.

You made a small hum of agreement, gathering your hair up to put it in a ponytail, huffing when a significant amount of it still warmed your neck.

"At least we are all off duty, imagine working in that heat" you tried to brighten the mood.

"And it's also the reason I'm graced with such a nice view!" you gather the courage to be a little bold, crossing your legs.

Erwin adjusted in his chair, leaning back, a sly grin on his face. He would usually return your flirty-ness tenfold, but today he decided to enjoy as you blushed and writhed under their gazes.

You keep stealing glances at both of them, and your lips stay parted as you watch Erwin's hand slowly palm the growing bulge in his pants.

The tension was already thick, but the air has gotten heavier in the past hour, all three of you aware that after months of nonstop work, you could finally have a long night all for yourselves.

A low rumble crawls up your spine and up to your ears, and you turn to take a peek at Miche, who clicks his tongue as he stands up.

Your heart slams hard against your ribs and you are sure you can hear it as his hand makes contact with your cheek, softly but with an evident tremble.

"So bashful...You smell so fucking irresistible tonight sweetheart" The gruff of his voice sends goosebumps through your limbs and you crane your neck to the side, his nose finding home above your collarbone.

He fills his lungs with your smell, his other hand spreading out across your hip.

Your fingers come to thread in his hair, steadying yourself while he laps at your skin, eager open-mouthed kisses scattering wherever he can reach.

A speck of worry washes over you and you hope that Erwin doesn't feel left out, but the sound of a zipper and a deep groan were enough to ease your concern.

You can't help your curiosity, and with half-lidded eyes you stare at him, focusing on the heavy length that rested in his palm.

You might be shy but you're not stupid. This whole night you felt like a pray being carefully watched, danced around until you were carefully backed up into a wall. A wall you willingly leaned yourself against.

Pent up wouldn't begin to describe how awfully eager the three of you felt.

"Yeah, she smells nice? Where?" it's not like Miche needed a push but the question prompts him, and he slips his large hand to your thigh, sneaking it under your skirt to rub firm strokes across your panties.

You whine, spreading your legs and the man watching seems to appreciate it, judging by the leisurely timed slick strokes that fill the otherwise quiet room.

You feel hypnotized and if that's not the biggest compliment a man can get...Erwin spreads his own legs a little further, cupping his hefty sack in his free hand.

"You're drooling baby, are you really such a whore?" Miche hushes in your ear, slipping your panties to the side and hissing at the wetness that spreads across his fingers.

"Hold your skirt up for me will you? I know you love it when I look..." and you do so in a heartbeat, crumpling up the fabric and holding it close to your chest.

"Please..." as if you're sane enough to know what you're begging for. Being on display is embarrassing but the rough hand which slowly works you open doesn't leave much room for you to *think*.

Watching a 6-foot-something man fall to his knees would send an average woman into a coma, and you feel the heat radiating to the tips of your ears and nose.

The larger man grabs handfuls of your thighs, pushing them as far as they can go and then later pulling you closer to the edge of the table.

Miche noses against your clit first, teasing your spit-covered bud as he wastes no time to tongue your greedy cunt. Each swallow is followed by a guttural groan and he manages to delve deeper with each lick, all up until his face is full with the fat of your pussy.

Erwin is not as patient today as he thought he would be, that's why soon enough he kicks off his pants and underwear from his ankles and he takes slow steps towards you. He leans down to kiss you deeply first, just in time as Miche licks a particularly bold, flat stripe across your pussy. His moan spreads through your tummy and you gasp into Erwin's mouth.

He slips an arm behind your back, holding you steady so that you don't tumble backwards. His other hand spreads across your neck, pressing just enough so that he can hold your face still. He feels each swallow of your throat, your pulse pushing against his fingertips ever so slightly.

Minutes later you're fully relaxed, eagerly grinding against Miche as the other soldier loosens the first few buttons of your button-up shirt, just enough so that he can slip his hand inside. His fingers expertly twirl your nipples, pinching and squeezing at your breasts as he sucks on your lolled-out tongue.

You flinch in surprise when you feel Miche's tongue travel lower and your heart skips a beat once he spits onto your hole, gracing it with a few hearty licks before his thumb dips inside the puckered muscle.

Once your tits feel sore under Erwin's palms, he gives you mercy, only so that he can dip his hand between your legs and circle your aching clit with his fingers.

It's messy...the way Miche was back to licking at your folds and the quick flicks of the other man's skillful hand.

Drool leaks between your legs, and soon enough your ass is being split open by two thick fingers.

You feel overwhelmed, and as they pump deeper inside you, you taste the first drops of your high.

You know you won't reach it, not now, not unless they want you to. And you'd be a fool to not know how much pleasure they take in torturing you.

They push you right to the edge until you're hanging from it by a thread, quickening their pace and abruptly stopping, just in time.

"Pretty girl...breathe..." Erwin coos, leaving your throbbing clit and Miche moves his face away from your heat with a load *pop*.

You're crying, ever so quietly as you calm down, whining at the loss.

Gently, Miche slips his fingers out, getting back up to his feet. In the rush of everything you didn't notice that his cock was now exposed, lathered in pre as he gave it a few final tugs before leaving it alone to throb.

"Cruel." you manage to whisper out. You slip your panties off, leaving them forgotten on the table.

Erwin picks you up gently and you wrap your arms around his neck, your feet locking behind his back.

You can feel his length sliding between your bodies, and he props you up just a little, angling his hips so that his tip hooks at the entrance of your cunt.

"We are, aren't we?" Miche answers, pressing flush against your back. Their strong arms hold you up, Erwin's wrapped around your waist, making it seem so fucking tiny compared to his large palms. Miche's find purchase on your ass, and he slips his salivating dick in between your cheeks, rutting against your backside.

They hike your skirt back up, trapping it between them.

Miche leans down to rest his head on your shoulder, the strands that escaped your ponytail tickling his face.

"You're gonna be good, will you?" Erwin asks, experimentally rolling his hips to stuff the first wide inch inside your pussy. You just nod, taking a deep breath.

Miche waits patiently as you fully sink on the first length, your heat hungrily swallowing it. He's wide, and you're sure you'll feel so sore in the morning, but right now, you open up easily, letting it fill you until it bumps against the end of the tight tunnel.

"Shit..." only God knows who said it, but Miche kisses your cheek before he uses one hand to guide his cock barely inside.

That stretch is different, knocking the air from your lungs because as he rocks his hips to get it all to fit, it rubs against the shared wall and it's all too much. You cry out silently, your hands slipping under the collar of Erwin’s shirt, your nails digging into his back as he shushes you, words of affirmation soothing your mind.

"Fuck, such a tight little girl, you're doing so good. How does it feel?" Miche's gravelly voice grounds you as well, and you swallow the small lump in your throat before speaking up.

"Good...So fucking good" his foul mouth is rubbing off on you because as you say that you can only whisper out another string of curses.

They both hum in response, and Erwin starts to slowly bounce you on top of them.

Unhurriedly, the pace picks up over time, causing the knot in your stomach to build back up from where it left off minutes ago. The uncomfortable feeling was gone as fast as it came, making the fullness feel welcome.

Slow and steady, they set a rhythm of never leaving you empty, each stroke more intoxicating than the other.

The room grows quiet, only filled with deep breaths and moans and the filthy wet plapping of skin. You can feel them in your guts, and as the angle becomes just right, both of their cocks reach the furthest parts of you at the same time. You babble, incoherent as you try to leverage yourself off of Erwin's shoulders, slamming down against them.

Your toes are numb, curling and uncurling with every pleasure-filled push of their dicks.

Squeezing around them, you make their lives a living hell, and the grips on your hips and ass tighten, leaving small bruises in their wake.

You can't keep your eyes open, squeezing them shut while your body runs out of strength to hold itself up. The change in your weight doesn't startle them, instead, they just readjust quickly, working your pliant body as they now more hurriedly fuck into you.

"You gotta let us know when you're close princess, c'mon" Your throat is dry, but you manage to rush out a quick raspy 'yeah' before your head gently falls on top of Miche's shoulder.

Erwin looks down to where the three of you connect, and he watches with drunken eyes as your pussy gushes around him.

The gentlemen that they are, they hold on until they feel your body shake, your walls tightening and gripping them until they can barely move, eagerly humping into you.

"Such a pretty girl, that's it" You're sure you're already cumming, so so fast, but Miche slips one of his hands between yours and Erwin's chests, finding the small flower of your pussy and he strokes, fast and hard and filthy until your nerves feel like they're on fire.

You release with a loud scream, throbbing *everywhere* and you mewl at the warmth filling you up, flooding you until you're about to burst.

"It's all for you, take it- fuck, you can take it-..." You hear Miche groan through gritted teeth and Erwin loses it, his voice breaking as he repeats the chant.

"There you go, holy shit..." he manages a handful more of harsh strokes, fucking the last scream out of you before they both still, humming in bliss as spend spreads across every curve and bump inside your holes.

Their legs falter a bit, knees going weak as both of their cocks slowly stop jerking, getting milked dry by your spasming muscles.

Slipping out carefully, they help you down to your feet, watching in awe as seed dribbles down your legs.

They guide you to the couch, patiently as you take what feels like an eternity to bend your legs.

They sit next to you, not leaving your side with their hands wandering over your skin in soothing patterns, only stopping once you sigh in relief, stretching your legs out.

"Everything is sticky..." you complain halfheartedly, so terribly exhausted.

"You're younger." Miche insists and he gets a death stare in return. "I’m sure I can find a way to make you resign" is the only response he gets.

It's an empty threat because they both get up soon after, cleaning everything up and blowing out the candles.

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Hello, I hope you're happy (like these clouds) ♡

I want to request dazai with fem reader who has a same personality like Naruto 😆you know Naruto is a prankster and very unpredictable but very kind brave enthusiastic and can change peoples mind. also have abilities like Naruto. I think they are a perfect match

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Oneshot: Life is interesting when you have someone to chase to. Dazai x reader.

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HEADCANONS

“I didn't think I would see you here. '' You commented as you saw Dazai travelling in the same metro train as yours. You worked at the bakery when you first met Dazai. Generally, you wouldn't even remember people’s faces, considering the amount of customers you had per day, but you quite had grown fond of him and a whitehead named Atsushi, from whom you learned that their superior really liked your bakery goods, indicating why they frequently visit.

“Why? Can a commoner like me not ride the metro your majesty?” Dazai replied, half smirking while bowing down a little to mock you. 

Before you could reply back, the door opened, indicating your station had arrived. You walked outside the station,  towards the ramen shop that stood new as ever, the air filled with nothing but the spices that were yet to be tasted. 

“Oh so this is the infamous ramen shop of Yokohama” Dazai spoke from behind, surprising you as you accidentally threw a punch on his jawline, almost dislocating it.

“Woah Woah, now I would like to die, but can we make it painless?” Dazai exclaimed as he dusted off his clothes, while laughing a little.

“You shouldn't even start on that topic you know?”

You remembered how he first interacted as he took your hand complimenting you and asking you to have a self-homicide with him to with you had unfortunately replied with ‘ I am sorry but I can only provide you with bakery goods here’

“Why belladonna? Do you care?” Dazai dramatically exclaims, as you order food from the waitress who sent a really dirty look upon seeing Dazai’s behaviour.

“Yeah I do” You replied smiling a little, as the food arrived at the table. 

"Wait for me," You said as you went to get drinks from the bar-like structure of the ramen shop, "You cant have ramen without tasting this beauty"

Dazai stares at you and laugh immediately, as he took the glass, holding it high as if sharing a toast.

"To the first time" "I suppose"

Almost immediately, you and him dug in, the food made in heaven. “I didn't knew the food here was this good,” Dazai exclaims, as he proceeded to remove his hair from his eyes, the same eyes that could make any woman fell for him….or at least he thought, “Well thanks for the meal Y/N” And with that, he immediately started to slip and run away whereas you sat, seeing the bill that was yet to be paid.

Almost like that, you ran after him paying the bill but he was nowhere to be found.

'Great I lost him' you thought as walk down the streets of your city. Suddenly you stop yourself, as you stood at front of a cemetery, which was situated near the river. Was this even here? 'I think i took a wrong turn'

Almost as you were turning yourself away, a arm grabbed you shoulders to which you were about to scream when another arm went over you mouth, muffing your so called screams.

"Now now, let the dead rest shall we? You can scream all you want on my bed"

Almost that instance, your leg went away where the sun didn't shine. "My my, we are getting a little to much feisty are we?"

"DAZAI STOP SCARING ME LIKE THAT" You yelled whispering, as both of you walked away from the cemetery. Dazai hand slipped onto yours, as you looked down to hold his hand, carefully intervening your fingers with his as you smiled as it, lipsing a 'are you okay?' to which he responded with a forehead kiss, caughting you off-guard by surprise as you both once again stood in front of the metro station.

"To say Dazai, aren't you a sly fox?"

"So is your ability, belladonna" Dazai stated, as he entered the metro, "I would like to see how compatible we are, after all you plain to poison me yet again isn't it officer Y/N L/N?" with a little bow and a smirk on his face, the metro doors close and you stood there staring at his moving figure.

Just a nod and smiling, you waved him off, not as the member of hunting dog, but as Y/N L/N the baker he knew.

hi there, dw i got your request and yes loved the clouds indeed. dw! English isnt my native language either :D

[spicy-picklez]

Hiya! Can I request a Miranda x reader? Reader is a new detective in the precinct and reader and Miranda get partnered up for a case. Reader seems quiet when she’s not working but she kind of gets serious, Sherlock-style when working and Miranda finds it attractive. Reader is quite oblivious and is confused because Miranda would look away from her, blushing when she’s voicing out her observations. It takes a fellow detective pointing out how smitten Miranda is with her for reader to notice and she confesses that she likes her too. Tnx!

Hey Anon!

Thank you so much for this request, it is going to have multiple parts because I got rather carried away and I still have so many more ideas for this. Hope you like it!

-Picklez

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Unconfessed Feelings

Includes:

Dead body, talk of murder, mentions of gang activity,

Characters:

Miranda Hilmarson x fem!detective!colleague!reader

Summary:

It's your first day at your new precinct and the partner you've been assigned is simply magnetic. Neither of you can stop your thoughts from wandering as the two of you try to solve the murder and potential kidnapping of 28 year old Sophie Brown.

Word Count:

3.8k

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“Alright everyone, settle down.” Detective Sergeant Adrian Parker stands behind his podium, his voice booming around the debriefing room as the chatter dies down. “Thank you, ok. Today is a great day for our precinct, we have a new detective joining us. Detective Y/L/N has the highest close rate for her cases out of her entire last precinct and I hope you all make her feel welcome.” At this, you step out from the corner of the room you’ve been hiding in, giving a small wave to the other detectives and constables.

One constable in particular caught your eye. Not only because of her tall stature but because of her eagerness, leaning forwards, placing her elbows on the table as she watches you with an excited expression. Her gorgeous blue eyes glowed with genuine curiosity as they peek out from underneath her short blonde hair. You were at the centre of her attention, it’s not often the precinct gets a new detective and certainly not one that captivated her interests so easily. Dressed in black pants and a black blazer, your light blue undershirt is tucked into the waistband of your belted pants. Her eyes can’t help but travel down your body, admiring the way your shirt curved over your breasts and outlined your figure.

Taking a seat, you lean your forearms on the edge of the table as Adrian gives out case assignments. “Y/L/N, there’s been a body found in the trunk of an abandoned car. I’m giving you control of the case, take Hilmarson with you.” You nod, watching as the constable from before sits up, excitement coursing through her veins. Adrian places the case file in front of you as he continues to hand out assignments. Flipping through the pages, your eyes are immediately drawn to the photo of the car. You couldn���t be sure until you saw it in person but if what you noticed was right, you knew who the car belonged to.

“Dismissed.” Adrian’s voice pulls you back to reality. Standing up, you’re met with the tall figure of Constable Hilmarson. Excitement twists her features into an eager grin. “Hi, I’m Miranda Hilmarson, I’m assigned to help you with your case.” You smile, she looks even more enticing up close. “Y/N Y/L/N, nice to meet you.”

The duration of the car ride to the crime scene was spent conversing with Miranda. While most of the conversation was the two of you bouncing theories about the case off of each other, you had also learned a lot about each other. Parking the car, the two of you step out, ducking under the yellow police tape as you make your way to the car. The boot was popped open, revealing a mangled body sitting in a pool of blood. The amount of flies and the horrible smell told you that the body had been there for a while. Taking a closer look, you can see foam filled blood trickling from the victim’s nose and mouth. “Foamy blood from the mouth and nose, no rigor mortis, incredibly dark livor mortis, I’d say our poor vic has been dead for about 4-5 days.” You say, taking in notes of the corpse’s appearance as Miranda watches you work with pure fascination.

Pulling on a pair of gloves, you examine the wounds marking the corpse’s skin. Multiple gashes covered her body but what you're interested in is under her hair. Lifting the strands of her black hair, clamped together with dry blood, you see a bullet wound just behind her ear, angled upwards. An overwhelming sense of dread fills your veins as you see it, only the most skilled of gunmen could get such a perfect shot. Bending down, your hand reaches under the bumper of the car. “What are you doing?” Curiosity is evident in Miranda’s voice as she watches you lie down on the ground, sliding yourself under the car. Taped to the inside of the bumper was what confirmed your hunch. Ripping off the black coin, you pull yourself back out from under the car, blood on your blazer from the liquid seeping through the bottom of the trunk.

“Serbian Mafia.” You say, holding up the black coin, engraved with their symbol. Dropping it into an evidence bag, you continue with your explanation. “I thought I recognised the car when I saw the photo. 2005 black Holden Monaro, equipped with a 5,030 cc Chevrolet sourced V8 engine. There were only 580 Monaros made in 2005, even less of them black so it’s hard to miss them. I worked on a previous case where the Serbian Mafia were involved, again, it involved a black 2005 Holden Monaro identical to this one.”

Miranda's attention to you is unwavering, feeling her cheeks flush with heat as she watches you work. Your attention to detail and willingness to involve her in your work only made her more attracted to you. Due to her appearance and bubbly personality, others had held her at arm's length, often lashing out at her when something went wrong. You, however, include Miranda in the case as an equal despite only knowing her for all of an hour. Realising she's been staring, she clears her throat, her hand rubbing the inside of her wrist to ground herself.

"Right so if it is a member, how do we get them to talk? Or even find them in the first place? I doubt they'd be willing to come down to the station." Miranda asks, trying to regain her composure. Sucking your lip into your mouth in thought, dread fills your veins knowing what your next plan of action is. "We go to their bar. They meet there every night and we'll try to see what we can find out. For now, we'll go see the victim's family and find out what they know… do we have an ID on her yet?"

"Hey, I'm Lucas Darnell, forensic scientist. The vic's name is Sophie Brown, 28 year old vet nurse from Brisbane." Lucas says, passing you a sheet of paper as he does. Looking over her photo, a twinge of sadness hits you as you see her laughing with presumably her husband and kids. "What are you doing so far from home Sophie?" You murmur, reading through the details on her paper. A strong presence comes behind you as Miranda bends down to look over your shoulder at the paper. The faint scent of cigarettes covered by her deodorant fills your nose as she does.

"Sweet woman. Who'd do something like this to her?" She says, as your heart rate increases at having her so close to you. Her scent and her presence behind you is enticing, you never want her to leave. Trailing your finger down the paper, her brother catches your attention. "Does her brother sound familiar to you? James Brown. Known criminal, just got out of jail a month ago for armed robbery. Maybe he's done something to the wrong people and this is their way of payback?"

Miranda nods as you say this, not really listening to your words as she realises how close she is behind you. Feeling the warmth radiating off your body, she breathes in your perfume, enjoying the subtle vanilla scent. “Miranda?” Your voice brings her back to reality. “Hmm? Sorry.” She says, her breath warm against your skin. “Did you want to try to get a hold of her family? We need to figure out why she’s so far away from Brisbane.”

Taking a step back, she regains her composure as she exhales sharply. “Right, yes. Of course. Sorry.” She quickly says, heat rising over her cheeks as she walks off. A small smile appears on your lips as she does, watching her as she nearly trips over Lucas who’s swabbing the car’s steering wheel for DNA. Turning back to Sophie’s body, you notice a small mark on the inside of her wrist. A small M is branded onto her skin. Running your fingers over the bumps, you call Lucas over. “How much do you know about brands?”

You move over as he leans forward to get a closer look. “I’ve seen it before. M is the brand the Serbian Mafia gives to those they use as blackmail. The last time I saw it, I was a new employee at the precinct. The victim was the husband of a rival gang member. He was kidnapped and branded, the photo was sent to the wife along with a threatening message. He was found dead the next day.” This sparks your interest. If your theory is correct and it is to do with the brother, it means that you need to speak to James.

Searching around the scene, you see Miranda leaning against a police vehicle, one hand in her pocket as the other holds her phone to her ear. She shakes her head, hanging up the call as you come over. “James has been missing for the past week and Sophie's husband, Ray, set up a missing person report for her 5 days ago. The last time anyone saw her was 1.39am Saturday morning. She disappeared with a hooded guy while out in town for her friend’s birthday.”

“A hooded guy? Like her brother? A lover? Gang member?” You ask, new possible theories popping up in your head. Miranda shrugs as she responds. “That’s all I could find out. I’ve put out an APB for James and have got the police on their way to contact Sophie’s friends and family to see what they can find out.”

“Ah you’re incredible, thank you. I just need to check out one more thing before we should start getting ready for the bar.” You say as Miranda blushes at your words. The single compliment means everything to the constable, butterflies crowding her stomach. “Alright, what were you wanting to check out?” She falls into step with you as you duck back under the police tape. “The car. It’s been abandoned and clearly belongs to the Serbian Mafia so I wouldn’t be surprised if it has fake plates. But, I want to see if anyone’s put anything out about it.”

Pulling out your phone, you search up the plate number. “Yep. Fake plates. These ones are registered to a silver Nissan Note.” Your breath hitches as you see the owner’s name. “Hold on… it belongs to Mrs Margaret Brown. It can’t be a coincidence that the last names are the same.” A soft smile pulls at Miranda’s lips as she watches you emerge in your thoughts, mumbling theories out loud as each one pops into your head. Checking her watch, she brings you back to reality. “Right, so… it’s 6pm. We can either stay here creating theories all night or we can go mix in with the Serbian Mafia. Pick your poison detective.” She grins as a small chuckle escapes you at her enthusiasm. “Of course, sorry. I get rather carried away when I’m working. We should get ready.” You say, the two of you walking towards the car.

“It’s ok, I think your determination when working is rather cu- inspiring.” She catches herself before completing her sentence as heat rises on her cheeks yet again. Getting into the car, she rubs her sweaty palms on the fabric of her pants. You grin. “Well thank you.” Turning on the car, the two of you exchange eager conversation until you pull into her apartment complex carpark. “I’ll pick you up at 7.30.” You say, giving her a cheeky grin. “I look forward to it.”

Getting back to your apartment, you quickly jump in the shower, lathering your hair with shampoo and conditioner in turn. Washing your hair out, you turn the shower off as you wrap a towel around yourself. You glance at the time as you run a brush through your hair, pulling it up out of your face. 6.43pm. Right, 45 minutes to apply makeup, find an outfit and drive to Miranda’s. Pulling out your makeup, you place it on the edge of the sink, quickly rubbing primer onto your skin. Twenty minutes later, you rummage through your wardrobe desperately trying to find something to wear. Eventually you decide on a white low cut tank top and ripped, black, denim jeans. Grabbing a leather jacket, you pull it over your shoulders as you grab your keys and exit your apartment.

“Well, don’t you look gorgeous?” Miranda says, opening up the car door. A grin pulls at your lips as you respond. “I could say the same to you.” Miranda had traded her police uniform for light blue jeans, a black shirt with lace sleeves tucked into her waistband. The familiar red blush spreads over her cheeks. “I-... Thank you. I don’t really wear this often.” You nod, a genuine smile pulling at both of your faces as you reverse out of the park. “So… you ready to meet the Serbian Mafia?” The look she gives you is priceless. “Absolutely not.” You can’t help the chuckle escaping you at her response.

The duration of the car ride is spent full of eager conversation between the two of you. Both of you are pinging off each other, your energy sky-rocketing as you talk about anything and everything. Turning into the car park, you grin as you see the bar’s owner Marco talking with a group of people outside. “SEND IT COBRA!” Giving you a wave, he calls out across the carpark. “Cobra?” Miranda asks, confusion evident in her voice. “Hold on to something.” You say as a grin pulls at your lips. Putting your Commodore into first gear, you depress the clutch and begin revving the engine. She didn’t have time to respond before you lock your handbrake and release the clutch, the smell of burning rubber filling your nose as your tires spin beneath you. The sound of your wheels squealing echoes through the carpark as Marco cheers you on. Miranda’s eyes are wide, grasping onto the door handle as you pull the car into a donut, avoiding the parked cars with ease.

As she realises you know what you’re doing, Miranda relaxes her white knuckled grip and a grin pulls at her lips, an excited whoop escaping her. Flinging the back end of your car around, you switch directions, tyres still squealing as smoke flies from them. You bring your car back under control, pulling calmly into an empty parking space with a grin spreading across your face. Looking over at Miranda, she has the same grin on her face, her chest rising heavily with each adrenaline filled breath. “I do apologise, I was going to tell you about me doing that then I decided against it, I wanted to see your reaction.” An excited laugh escapes her, her face lighting up with joy. “Y/N, you little minx.”

Opening up the door to your car, you give her a cheeky wink. “Don’t act like you don’t love it.” Her cheeks burn with an all too familiar blush as you say this. “Yo Cobra! That was sick!” Marco’s Italian accent fills your ears as he comes up to bring you into a hug. “Marco, my bro!” You heartily slap him on the back of the shoulder as the hug breaks away. “Miranda, this is my childhood mate Marco. Marco, meet Miranda.”

“Hey, nice to meet you.” Miranda says, offering her hand out to Marco which he shakes. “You too, any mate of Cobra’s is a mate of mine.” Scanning your gaze over the carpark, you remember what you’re here to do as a black Harley-Davidson Breakout catches your eye. The Serbian Mafia symbol is engraved in the back. “Hey, Marco. We’ll catch up with you later, we’re actually here for work.” You say as Marco nods. “I’ll see you later Cobra, be careful in there.” Falling into step with Miranda, the two of you walk across the carpark, your eyes still hooked on the bike.

“So where did the nickname Cobra come from?” Curiosity is evident in Miranda’s voice as she asks this, making you grin. Stopping in your tracks, you bend down to roll up your jeans on your left leg. Halfway up your calf are two fang marks and a gasp escapes her as she sees them. “When Marco and I were in our early twenties, we decided to take a trip to Thailand. I was young and dumb, and thought it’d be funny to go bush-bashing in the middle of the night. Accidentally stood on a monocled cobra and suddenly it wasn’t so funny after that. Lucky for me, there was no envenomation and I lived to tell the tale. He’s called me Cobra since then.”

“Jesus christ Y/N.” She says, as you walk into the pub, loud cheers and bottles clinking sound from the corner. Walking up to the bar, you pull out your card. “Smirnoff Double Black please.” You say, turning to Miranda for her drink choice. “I’ll have a Heineken.” She says, beginning to pull out her credit card before you stop her. “My shout.” You say, holding your card out to Paywave it. “Thank you.” She puts her card back in her pocket, grateful that the dimmer lighting hides the blush on her cheeks. She can’t help it, never before has she been so easily flustered. Whenever she’s around you, however, she gets butterflies in her stomach, a constant blush over her cheeks.

Grabbing your drinks, you walk over to a table in the corner, pulling out the stools for both of you as your eyes scan over the room. Your attention is caught on the group of men drunkenly playing darts opposite you. Heavily tattooed and wearing biker jackets, you weren’t quite able to read their patches but you knew to keep watch on them. “Don’t make it obvious what you’re doing, but those six men behind you playing darts? Can you make out any of their patches?” You say under your breath as Miranda pretends to drop her wallet on the ground. Bending down, she looks back before sitting back up moments later shaking her head. “None of them look like they’re our guys but still keep an eye on them.” You nod, taking a sip from your bottle as a loud cheer sounds from the pool table. “Skivvy run! Skivvy run! Skivvy run! Skivvy run!” The group starts chanting, slamming their fists down on the table as they pull the loser to the middle of the room.

A grin spreads over both of your faces as the two of you join in, banging your fists on the table as you chant. By the time the man took off his clothes, the entire bar was chanting along with drunken words. Cheering and wolf-whistles sound amongst applause as he strips down to his underwear. Taking a deep breath, he runs out the door whooping in his underpants through the car park as both you and Miranda start laughing. Shaking her head, she catches your eye which only makes the two of you laugh harder. “Don’t miss that.” You grin, watching as he comes back in panting, bending over to lean his hands on his knees. “You’ve done a skivvy run before?” She says, an all too familiar heat spreading through her as she imagines you in your underwear running down the street. You nod, laughing at the many memories of it. “Oh I’ve done a lot more than I’d care to admit… you?” Sticking her lower lip out, she shakes her head. “Nah, can’t say I have.”

A mischievous glint appears in your eyes as you hear this. “Ooh okay, when we’re not working, we’re going out drinking and you’re doing your first skivvy run.” Her mouth hangs agape as a breath sharply escapes her in shock. “And what makes you think I’d want to do that?” She asks, taking a drink from her beer as you grin. “Because I know you’d always be down for a fun time. Besides, you haven’t lived if you haven’t done a skivvy run at least once.” Your grin dies down as you see the bathroom doors open and a middle aged man in a biker’s jacket walks out, one of his patches catching your eye. “I think I found the owner of the bike outside.” You say, nodding your head in his direction for Miranda to look. Turning her head, she nods as she sees the same symbol on his patches.

Standing up from your seat, you down the rest of your drink as she does the same. Quickly making your way through the crowd, you approach your suspect who’s now sitting at a table in the corner, eyes hooked on the TV screen. “Excuse me, sir? Detective Y/L/N, Sydney Police, this is my partner, Constable Hilmarson. We just want to ask you a few questions regarding a body found in the back of an abandoned car.” You say, opening your jacket slightly to reveal your police badge hanging from the inside pocket. His face remains expressionless as his eyes slowly move down to your badge before looking up at you. “Thomas Parkes, and you assume because of my patch that I’m involved? I’m just here to enjoy a few drinks and the game detective. I’m not looking for any trouble.”

“Neither are we Thomas. Which is why we just want to ask a few questions. If you’re innocent, you have nothing to worry about and will be able to return to your drinks and the game.” Miranda says, as his attention turns to her. Picking up his beer, he takes a sip, contemplating his choices. He nods as he returns his drink to the table, swallowing the liquid. “Alright.” Relief floods your veins at the single word uttered from his mouth. “Thank you, sir. Please come with us.” Miranda falls behind him, keeping an eye on his actions as he follows you outside. Finding a quiet place in the corner of the car park, you pull out your voice recorder. “Sir, can you please state your name and number in case we need to contact you with further questions?”

Sighing, you lean forward in your seat, resting your elbows on the table as you cradle your head in your hands. “So… that was useless.” You say as Miranda nods, taking a swig from her newly opened beer as the two of you sit defeated in the corner of the pub. Thomas, so far, isn’t your guy. He had an iron-clad alibi, sober driving his wife home from town the night Sophie went missing and claimed he didn’t know anything about the Brown family. “Only one thing we can do now, given this time of night.” You say, taking a sip from your Smirnoff before putting it back down on the wooden table as Miranda looks at you to continue. A smile pulls at both of your lips as you say your next word. “Drink.”

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A/N: Me? Know how to skid? Pssshhh never, I'm a good girl. *Is about to head out for a night of skids even though the last time I went for skids was last week and the car caught fire and I was trapped in the back over the gas tank with the door being melded shut by the heat.*

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X-Change Project

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Previously on X-Change Project:

“And our first band to perform tonight is… Enhypen!”

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“Oh! It’s Anti-hate! SHINee is doing our song!”

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“There are a few of you who cannot participate in tonight's activity.”

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“I suppose I should introduce your teams now, shouldn’t I?”

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Now:

“Your teams will be revealed on the screen behind me, I hope you’re ready!”

A few moments after Eric says that the teams will appear, names show on the screen.

Each of the idols read through the teams, looking for their own names, and their band members names.

‘Team 1:

Minho (SHINee)

J-Hope (BTS)

Jungkook (BTS)

Sangyeon (The Boyz)

Kevin (The Boyz)

Eric (The Boyz)

Han (Stray Kids)

I.N (Stray Kids)

Hongjoong (ATEEZ)

Mingi (ATEEZ)

Yeonjun (Tomorrow by Together)

Jay (Enhypen)

Ni-Ki (Enhypen)

Taehun (TNX)

Sky (Nymph)

Team 2:

Onew (SHINee)

Jimin (BTS)

V (BTS)

Younghoon (The Boyz)

Juyeon (The Boyz)

Juhaknyeon (The Boyz)

Bang Chan (Stray Kids)

Hyunjin (Stray Kids)

Seonghwa (ATEEZ)

Jongho (ATEEZ)

Soobin (Tomorrow by Together)

Heeseung (Enhypen)

Junhyeok (TNX)

Sungjun (TNX)

Y/n (Nymph)

Team 3:

Key (SHINee)

Jin (BTS)

Jacob (The Boyz)

Q (The Boyz)

Changbin (Stray Kids)

Felix (Stray Kids)

Yunho (ATEEZ)

Wooyoung (ATEEZ)

Taehyun (Tomorrow by Together)

Huening Kai (Tomorrow by Together)

Sunghoon (Enhypen)

Sunoo (Enhypen)

Hyunsoo (TNX)

Hwi (TNX)

Fawn (Nymph)

Team 4:

Taemin (SHINee)

Suga (BTS)

RM (BTS)

Hyunjae (The Boyz)

New (The Boyz)

Sunwoo (The Boyz)

Lee Know (Stray Kids)

Seungmin (Stray Kids)

Yeosang (ATEEZ)

San (ATEEZ)

Beomgyu (Tomorrow by Together)

Jake (Enhypen)

Jungwon (Enhypen)

Kyungjun (TNX)

Jelly (Nymph)‘

Fawn begins hitting the member next to her, Jelly, in excitement after finding the teammates she will have.

“Ow! Calm down,” Jelly laughs at the girl next to her holding her arm in pain.

“I’m on a team with THE world wide handsome, what do you mean ‘calm down’!?” Her eyes stay on the screen in disbelief as she continues hitting Jelly, who just laughs in response.

“There are 4 buses waiting outside to take each team to the houses. In a moment, you will be escorted back to your waiting rooms to gather the luggage that your stylists have packed for you and your belongings. If you find any belongings that you believe you would need that haven’t been packed, each of your managers have agreed to bring them to the houses tomorrow if you call them about it.

Toiletries and phone chargers have been provided, so there is no need to call about that and each of the houses are fully furnished. There will be consoles and PCs to play video games on as well, if you would like to use them.

Tonight’s activity will begin when you arrive at the houses, and those that aren’t allowed to completely participate, have been compensated.

Food will be provided before you get on the buses, for those that haven’t eaten yet and the houses are fully stocked with food. A list of snacks and foods that you would like stocked again will need to be made at the end of each week.

That’s all from me, if you’d like to begin making your way to your waiting rooms, the buses will depart in 45 minutes,” Eric begins making his way out of the room after bowing to all of the idols.

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The 4 buses depart with each of the bands separated into their coordinated teams, each of them excited for the next 4 months.

“We should do something fun while we’re on the bus, not just sit here in silence,” Y/n says to the bus of team 2.

“Let’s do karaoke!” Jimin gets up excitedly to ask the bus driver for the aux cord as another member, Soobin, texts his bandmates to do the same thing on their buses.

“Do you guys have any song requests?” Jimin asks the team from the front of the bus.

“Ring ding dong!” Juyeon yells from his seat beside Heeseung.

Onew cringes at the suggestion and hides his eyes in his hand as he predicts the next 4 minutes of his life to be chaotic.

“Babe!” The lyrics to the song begin to blast through the speakers of the bus. “Negae banhae beorin naegae wae irae.”

Most of the idols stand from their seats dancing along to the choreography of the song.

“Ring ding dong ring ding dong ring digga ding digga ding ding ding!” The idols sing along as they dance to the song.

“Stop dancing like that, you’re going to make the driver crash the bus!” Bang Chan yells to the idols, laughing at the chaos the idols have created.

“He really said ‘ring ding don’t’,” Y/n sighs as they sit back down in their seat beside Onew, who laughs at the comment.

The idols remain in their seats for the rest of the drive, singing along to Jimin’s playlist.

***

“Soobin just said that their bus is doing karaoke,” Beomgyu laughs as he reads the text message sent to his band's group chat.

“Are you reading that out to us because you want to do that too, or because you think it’s funny?”Jelly laughs as she turns around to face the boy.

He ponders for a moment before answering, “Both.”

“Well, go put a good song on and we’ll do it better than them,” Sunwoo says.

“On it,” Suga steals Beomgyu’s opportunity to play the music, plugging his phone into the aux cord at the front of the bus.

Familiar rhythmic drum beats are soon heard playing through the speakers.

“Smooth like butter, like a criminal undercover,” everyone sings along to the familiar song, a few dancing along to the choreography in their seats.

“If you have any song requests, just add it to the queue,” Suga states as he walks back to his seat beside RM.

Jelly stands from her seat beside Seungmin and walks to where Suga left his phone open on spotify.

She searches 4 songs and adds them to the queue, ‘Roar’ by The Boyz, which not everyone knows the lyrics to, but vibes to anyways, ‘Guerrilla’ by ATEEZ, which a few of the idols, who are very out of breath by the end of the song, yell along to the lyrics, along with the choreography. The 3rd song from the queue is ‘The Sound’ by Stray Kids, which has a similar reaction from the idols as the first queued song. The final song in the queue makes the idols headbang to the beat, as Jungwon, who is closest to the speakers, raises the volume to ‘Daechwita’ by Agust D.

***

“Do you think they will have soup there?” Ni-Ki asks his hyung, who is sat beside him.

“Maybe, I’m not sure,” Jay replies.

“Ooh, I want some soup too!” Han turns in his seat to face the two that were talking about soup.

“What’s your favourite soup?” Ni-Ki asks the elder in excitement.

“Tomato soup,” Han says confidently.

“And toast, right?” Kevin butts into the conversation from behind Ni-Ki and Jay.

“No, just tomato soup,” Han smiles confidently as he speaks.

“You can’t have tomato soup without toast, are you insane?” Kevin says in an offended tone, as if they had spoken ill of his mother.

***

Upon arrival at each of the houses, the idols find an envelope stuck to the front door, labeled with their designated team name.

The envelopes are taken from the doors and opened by the first people to see them: from team 1; Mingi, from team 2; Bang Chan, from team 3; Key, and from team 4; Jelly, who each read the contents aloud to their teams.

“Once you are each settled into your rooms, which have your band names written on the doors, your first activity will begin.

Tonight's activity is a 4 part activity, however 2 idols will be unable to participate in this activity completely; Ni-Ki (Enhypen — Team 1) and Sungjun (TNX — Team 2).

Your first activity will be to play games together while drunk. We have set out many different alcoholic beverages for you to enjoy, ranging from vodka to rum to beers. There are mixers ready for use if you would like to make your own drinks as well, however any mess you make, you will have to clean. For the 2 underage idols, non alcoholic beverages are provided.

The first part of this activity will be an ice breaker. Much like a 21 questions game, there is a jar of questions that will go around in a circle, and each of you will answer the questions.

The second part of this activity will be the game guess who, where you will be given a celebrity's name that you may ask questions to guess who the celebrity is.

The third part of the activity will be dance charades. The playlist used will be one with every band that is present’s music and the music may be sped up or slowed down, and you must match the choreography with the speed of the music.

The final part of the activity will be a listening game. Songs will overlap and you must decipher which songs are being played together.

All but the first game are drinking games. If you get an answer wrong, you must drink. For the first game, you may drink as much or as little as you would like, and you may play the games in any order you wish.

Have fun.”

“We have to take care of Ni-Ki? My god, it’s like ‘Hello Baby!’ all over again,” Minho says to his team.

“Uh, hyung, I think it will be the other way around. I’m the only one not getting drunk,” Ni-Ki replies, shy with the informality of his words.

“And technically we just have to stop him from doing stupid teenage boy stuff,” Jay laughs.

“Well, I think it would be a good idea for someone to stay sober, or even only tipsy, to help Ni-Ki with anyone that can’t hold their alcohol,” Hongjoong trails off.

“I can, I don’t mind,” J-Hope smiles, volunteering.

Everyone nods, accepting the plans for the night, before Jay walks towards Mingi, with the key to the door in his hand.

Each of the idols from team 1 grab their luggage, heading through the door, through the hallway, to the large white living room before looking over the doors for the rooms with their own band names on it. The wall from the hallway to the living room turns into a marble bench and over it, is the kitchen. Behind the couch, a set of stairs leads to the second floor of the house.

The entrance hallway has one room to the left, with the band name “The Boyz” labeled, with another door opposite it, with no label.

Kevin is the first to walk into the room, choosing to occupy the bed closest to the window, furthest from the door, placing his luggage onto the well made bed.

Sangyeon and Eric walk into the room together, placing their luggage onto the other two beds, Sangyeon taking the bed in the middle of the other two boys.

From the living room, another walkway leads to another door, with ‘Tomorrow by Together’ labeled on it.

“Yeonjun, your room is here,” Jay, the one that found the room, calls to the boy in the living room.

Yeonjun brings his luggage to his designated room, placing it on the end of his bed.

Jungkook is the first idol to walk upstairs, with Han following close behind, after realising none of the doors downstairs has their band names on them.

Looking immediately to the left at the top of the stairs, Jungkook finds his and J-hopes room, calling to him.

Han, however, looks to the right, finding a door labeled ‘TNX’. He calls Taehun, before continuing to look upstairs.

The door beside Taehun’s is unlabeled, and upon opening the door, Han realises that it is a bathroom.

He continues looking, at the door at the end of the hallway, seeing ‘ATEEZ’ labeled on it.

As if it were scripted, Hongjoong and Mingi’s voices are heard as they walk up the stairs.

Realising that he has yet to find his room, Han walks to the hallway on the left side of the stairs, looking to the end of the hallway, where a door sits, labeled ‘Stray Kids’.

Walking back downstairs, he grabs his luggage from where he had left it in the living room and taps I.N on the shoulder, nudging his head in a gesture to say “follow me.”

“Has everyone found their rooms?” J-Hope yells from the door of his room upstairs.

A chorus of yes’s come from the idols, as they begin taking their makeup off and putting their pajamas on.

***

“They decorated this place really well,” Y/n says as they step into the open area of the first floor of the house.

“Okay, let's look for our rooms, get changed, explore a little, and meet in the living room, if we can find it,” Bang Chan says to the idols, who nod in agreement.

The idols are soon scattering, looking for their rooms.

The Boyz found it easy to find their room, it being the first room on the ring when they walked through the front door.

BTS and ATEEZ found their rooms fairly easily, their doors opposite each other in a hallway left of the front door.

Stray Kids and Onew found their rooms perpendicular to each other, in the far corner of the front door, and Heeseung and Soobin found theirs across from Onew’s.

Y/n was the first to go upstairs, quickly finding the large living area. They also find their and TNX’s rooms, calling to the boys who were still downstairs.

***

Upon entering the house, team 3 immediately saw the stairs and a hallway. Jin, taking initiative, walks down the hallway, reading the 4 band names on the doors.

“SHINee, TNX, and Stray Kids, we’re down here, everyone else, i’d assume is upstairs,” He calls to the idols waiting in the foyer, near the stairs.

Upon hearing their band names, the idols walked down the hallway to find their room, with their luggage. The other 9 idols walk up the stairs immediately finding a hallway.

To the left of the hallway, a doorway leads to the living room that has 2 doors leading to rooms, labeled ‘ENHYPEN’ and ‘The Boyz’. The 4 boys make their way to the rooms, as the other idols turn right at the top of the stairs.

Right beside the top of the stairs, a door labeled ‘Tomorrow by Together’ is seen, with another door opposite is labeled ‘ATEEZ’. Beside TxT’s door, another door is labeled ‘Nymph’. Each idol goes to their designated room and begins getting ready for the night, before exploring the house as they wait for their teammates.

***

“Bulleo Bulleo, uri jigum bulleo!” Jelly yells loudly as she holds onto her owl plushie, hugging it tightly to her chest.

Yeosang and San dance along to the choreography as she continues her singing.

“We may not be at our own homes, but we still have neighbours!” RM stresses the last word as he tries to quiet the female.

“Sorry, sorry,” she smiles shyly as she looks at the ground.

“Alright, find your rooms, we’ll meet back here in half an hour and decide what game we should play first,” Taemin instructs the idols from the living room. The members from The Boyz, Ateez, BTS, Nymph and Shinee find their rooms easily, 2 of them going straight from the living room and the other 3 in the hallway from the door to the living room.

The other 4 band members walk up the stairs, easily finding their rooms from the hallway from the stairs.

After half an hour, the members meet again, in their pajamas with their makeup removed, in the living room with alcohol bottles sitting on the coffee table in front of them.

“So should we vote? Which game do you guys want to play first?” RM asks, sitting beside Suga and Beomgyu.

“What if we play the guess who game first, and dance charades last, cause I want to be drunk for that,” Jelly suggests, laughing.

“That makes sense, any other ideas?” RM looks at the other idols.

No one says anything, so Jake stands from his position on the couch to grab the box from under the TV, moving a few of the bottles out of the way, and placing the box on the coffee table.

***

“Do I have a beard?” Jelly asks, with a photo of JYP on the headband around her head.

“No,” the other idols chorus, laughing at the confused expression on the girl's face. She takes a sip of her drink, cringing as it hits her throat.

“So, I’m a male that owns a company, over the age of 50, but I don’t have a beard? Is there a band that is under my company here?”

“Yes.”

“Who am I?”

“Yes or no questions only,” Jungwon reminds the girl, who in response yells out.

“Who am I? You won’t tell me because I’m Bang Si-Hyuk, right?” She points an accusatory finger at the idols, who laugh at her.

“No, you have to drink now,” Yeosang says to Jelly, smiling at her outrage.

“What? How am I wrong?” She cries to the boys, who continue to laugh at her. She takes the final sip of her drink.

Realising that her drink is now empty, she looks offended, knowing that she lost the round, taking the photo card off the headband, holding it to see who she was.

“Park Jin-young!” She yells, mocking the video of Hyunjin saying JYP’s name ‘in english’, making the two Stray Kids members fall to the floor laughing.

“I can’t believe you’ve done this to me,” Jelly says disappointed, her face harboring a smile contradictory to her words.

Next time on X-Change Project:

“You can whistle with your nose!?”

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“Everyone is Pedro Pascal!”

***

“Selling foot pics, here I come.”

***

“My brother cooked a goldfish?”

***

“There’s fairy bread?! Jake, look there’s fairy bread!”

***

“I don’t want to go to bed yet, let's play the whisper game.”

***

“I’m going to brush my teeth- just put it on my hands and I'll rub it in.”

“No, you need to brush your teeth with a toothbrush and toothpaste. This is moisturiser.”

***

Stay tuned!

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Series Masterlist

Credits:

Created, Written and Produced by: jjaelly of jjaellynet

Edited by: “Big Daddy” (That’s what she wanted to be called)

Taglist: @layzfeelit

(Feel free to send a dm or ask to be added)

[not-in-sync]

Tnx for the tag 🫶🏻 @itsintrovertedpotato

rules: pick a song for every letter of your url and tag that many people

N - Nights of Our Lives - Foor, Wavysof

O - Out of Time - Monrroe, Zara Kershaw

T - Two Twelve Subwoofer - 99zed, Saliva Gray

I - In the City - Basstripper

N - Nutshell - Alive in Chains

S - Soon As I Get Home - 2Pac, Yaki Kadafi

Y - You Know How We Do It - Ice Cube

N - Never Look Back - Boris Brejcha

C - Cream - Aaron May

@zenintiaa @eunoiaablog @nymeria-x @peachy-keeyn @sh0tguns @jj9ssx9 @osveta @lemme-holla-at-you @a-voyd

hvala ti na tagu @nismo-na-filmu-zaboga 🥰🫶

rules: pick a song for every letter of your url and tag that many people

informer - snow

ti si sav moj bol - ekatarina velika

sa mog prozora - tbf

i bet you look good on the dancefloor - arctic monkeys

ne sum tvoj tip - duper

tous les memes - stromae

rim tim tagi dim - baby lasagna

o jednoj mladosti - josipa lisac

vrijeme je da se krene - majke

every other freckle - alt-j

reka - tap011

talk - hozier

ena - haustor

date rape - sublime

priroda i društvo - elemental

ocean eyes - billie eilish

ti si mi u mislima - dino dvornik

apsolutno tvoj - mirzino jato

talkin about a revolution - tracy chapman

ona se budi - šarlo akrobata

im tagging @midnightpulses @kontra-svijeta @predannaya @komplikacije @lachips95 @katoprofen @laa-solassitude @pickle-guy @nendive @rezonancija @hobbyartistt @snjeguljicaaa @not-in-sync if they want to do it 🙃

aaand whoever wants to join! i just feel like im disturbing enough people already hahah

[thearchvillain]

tell me your thoughts. part II

kaz brekker x reader

part I

summary: Desperate for someone who can calculate a precise poison dosage for him, Kaz has to turn to Y/N, a merchant’s daughter Wylan had connected him with, in order to figure it out. It’s a terribly risky plan, best not mentioned to the rest of the Crows because they’ll put an end to it at once, but he believes even if she’s not trustworthy, Y/N is also the mostly likely not to care and help him with it. At least that’s what he’s convinced himself of, because it’s an easier narrative to stick to than the alternative.

Perhaps, that more than anything was what had disturbed him ever since he’d met her - she felt unknowable. She made herself unknowable, and yet she would almost always ask him this same question, repeated over and over again in the strangest of moments, like a prayer - Tell me your thoughts, Kaz.

preview:  She took one of the earrings out of the box and put it in her ear, observing the distorted reflection in the window, the darkness behind it stretching deep and hungry. She could feel his gaze on her as she reached for the other one, could see his profile in that same window, the details lost to darkness and distortion until only the sharp idea of his features remained. A smirk crept over her lips, “If you’re looking for the other set of earrings, they’re still in my room, Brekker, just in case you get any ideas.” Smugness brought out the rasp in his voice, so did the burn of whatever he’d brought from that cabinet, “So is Inej.” Y/N’s head snapped towards him, the earring nearly falling out of her hand, “What?” “In your room.” There was something youthful in the way he smiled at her then, bold and daring, and for a moment he seemed young and boyish. Not Dirtyhands, but a boy playing games with her for the sheer thrill of it, no grand motive needed other than the desire to see the surprise on her face. He leaned towards her slightly, “You did tell me I could steal them off you tonight. I’m a man of my word.”

tropes: is ‘I hate you but it’s probably bc I can’t deal with my own thoughts about you’ a trope? there’s some heavy stuff in here, with a bit of flirting sprinkled on top bc i’m a lost cause when it comes to covert tension and angst

word count: 4.2k (dont @ me, i have no self control and i’m aware of it)

warnings: mentions of poison, death, alcohol

A/N: i... don’t know what’s gotten into me. i’d like to say i’m in control of whatever’s going on, but kaz, as well as my writing, are both beasts of their own. so here is part II, far too late, but I couldn’t stop myself when the inspiration floodgates finally opened. it’s set on the same night as part I, around 11 o’ clock when Kaz told Y/N to come to the crow club. 

Smoke hung low above the dimly-lit tables, stagnant and heavy as a curtain, its tendrils a living thing snaking between desperate men with hunched backs and lips pressed into thin lines, somewhere between intense focus and dazed hysteria. She would always stop here whenever she came to the Crow Club as if intercepted by morbid curiosity and simply watch the patrons with their twitchy hands and vacant eyes. It was as if they were a study in human emotion, from elation to rage to dismay, painted by some artist doing a study of desperation. 

It was how she’d noticed Kaz that first time, when he was still a formless rumour in her mind, her eyes snagging against the pale stillness of his features the way a silk dress might against a thorn. It tore at something in the fabric of her being, and she couldn’t quite stop going back to it, the same way she went back to look at tears in her dresses when she was a child, desperately hiding the damage from everyone. One could patch it up, she supposed, but they always left a mark. Maybe she’d learn something from it eventually. Don’t run through rose gardens in silk dresses. Don’t look at men like Kaz. 

Or maybe she wouldn’t. It had been a while since she’d seen a point in restraining that girl inside her that ran through botanical gardens and looked for the curious outliers, one could always get another dress, after all. And Kaz really was a curious outlier - gloved fingers as still as surgeon’s while he worked the deck, his eyes blank not for a lack of purpose, but to hide the intent behind them. He with his clean lines and glacial disposition stood in stark contrast to men around him and Y/N found herself unwilling to look away, at least up until the point his eyes shot up towards her as if he’d known she’d be right there. 

She’d smiled at him then. An innocent curve of her lips made up of instinct rather than premeditation, but Kaz had taken it as a provocation. He took most sweet-tempered things she did as a threat, assuming some grand nefarious design lay beneath them. He hadn’t yet realised that sometimes she smiled precisely because of his reactions, thrilled by the way he hadn’t considered her softness a given, a necessary part of being a proper young woman. He’d seen it as a weapon, and she couldn’t quite remember the last time a man had considered her a dangerous player, rather than a pretty young girl designed to accommodate the eye with her demure smiles and tender words.

Even now, months later, whenever she came to the Crow Club, she’d stand by the railing that overlooked the tables and try to find him at a table. Observing men selling their souls at the tables was captivating in a trainwreck sort of way, but watching Kaz work a deck was another beast entirely. It was a rare sight, but by now it’d become a habit to check, just like it’d become a habit for Kaz to sneak up behind her after someone alerted him of her presence. She rather liked being someone whose arrival was important enough to raise the alarm, at least in Brekker’s eyes.

“I like that, you know.”, she said thoughtfully when she felt his presence behind her, her eyes still fixed on one of the tables where a man had just thrown down his cards, “The way your men notice when I enter and scatter about to find and alert you. As if I’m always on the verge of committing some terrible crime unless you show up. Quite thrilling.”

When she looked over her shoulder, Kaz was standing a few inches behind her, gloved hands resting on his cane, his only reaction a slight raise of his eyebrow, “Are you not?”

She smiled at him then, sweetly. There was a slight twitch in the corner of his lips at that, though his composure remained as steely as ever. She’d probably just gotten good at reading the small tells, the little cracks in composure that showed when she was close enough to see. “I think you just like sneaking up on me. It’s all very grand, you standing behind me, ominously waiting for me to turn and for a breath to catch in my throat.”

His eyes flickered briefly to that little dip at the base of her neck as if remembering that first time he’d managed to startle her, then returned to her eyes, impassive, “Perhaps I personally welcome all the patrons whose pockets are as lined as yours.” 

She was about to say something, her words forming around a brazen smirk that lined her lips when he leaned closer, his voice a low rasp near her ear, “Just last night I said hello to your darling fiance.”, she felt his eyes slip to her earrings, watched as his lips curled slightly, “I supposed I owe you the earrings he’d left at my table. Pretty things, expensive too. He’s a prudent choice of a future husband, financially, at least.” 

Lars? At the Crow Club? Her mind whirred for a moment, and she turned her head back towards the floor so that her hood hid her from Brekker’s gaze. Willa had come to her room late last night, said Lars’ coachman had brought her flowers with vague excuses as to why Lars hadn’t come himself. Her fingers tightened against the railing, something resentful inside her surging up like a flame, not because she was particularly attached to Lars, but because the idea left a bad taste in her mouth. She’d watched him talk about the canal rats with a sneer on his face just last week, her father nodding along as if Lars had just made some sage, groundbreaking observation.

Kaz had moved while she was ruminating on this new piece of information, and she was jerked violently from her thoughts when she felt his coat brush against her back, twisting around until she felt the railing dig into the small of her back. Kaz, on his part, seemed unperturbed by her twitchiness, standing in front of her with a slight tilt of his head and a cocked eyebrow, “You were right, I do like catching you off-guard.”

Y/N didn’t want to give him the satisfaction, but she couldn’t quite help the way her lips tightened into a line as she looked up at him, annoyed, “Careful Brekker, some might say you’re paying far too much attention to my reactions.” 

“I’m only being prudent.”, he waved her words away with his hand, then looked behind her as if searching for something, “There are no surfaces that might offer a reflection - how did you know I was behind you?”

Frowning, Y/N looked over her shoulder at the room behind her, rowdy and smoke-filled, then back at Brekker’s waiting eyes, “Don’t play coy, it doesn’t suit you.”

His expression turned expectant in lieu of an answer. 

Y/N still wasn’t convinced by his unassuming act, but she obliged, “The room shifts when you enter. There’s a wave of stillness as you pass before the interactions resume. Also, tell Jesper not to stare in amusement next time, that one’s a dead giveaway.” 

Now his eyes shot behind her again, and Y/N turned around to follow his gaze to Jesper, who despite the grin on his face had the common sense to pretend there was something wildly riveting at the bottom of his glass. She turned back to watch as the muscles in Kaz’s jaw twitched, the way his jaw shifted slightly and his eyes narrowed. She quite liked that controlled display of annoyance - it was a subtle, physiological thing rather the unrefined rage one could observe around the tables. 

“Oh don’t be annoyed at him. For someone so aggressively restrained, you do like to make a scene. One feels compelled to stare.” 

His gaze bore back into her, “Is that why you look for me when you come here?”

Y/N had half a mind to deny the fact, but that somehow felt more revealing than simply smirking at his words. “I like to watch you deal.”

Kaz watched her for a moment, then produced some noncommittal sound and jerked his head towards the tables, as if expecting her to simply follow. She did, mostly because something inside her always thrilled at the idea that following Kaz when he made noncommittal sounds and left explanations to be desired. He was relying more heavily on his cane tonight, probably because climbing to her window earlier this evening had taken its toll, but she still had to quicken her step to keep up with him as the crowd parted before them. 

Jesper had put down his freshly-filled glass when he saw them approaching, his eyes darting quickly to Y/N’s as if expecting to find an explanation there. 

“Don’t look at her.”, Kaz stole the glass from Jesper and finished his drink before turning towards one of the tables, “You’re an idiot.”

“I’m sure I am.”, there was only mild confusion in Jesper’s voice, “Care to explain why this time?”

“No.”

Kaz was already heading for one of the tables when Y/N passed by Jesper, her voice low enough for words to only be shared between the two of them, “You gave him away.”

“What?”

“Ignore him. His ego’s bruised.”, she said to Jesper over her shoulder before following Kaz to where he was standing next to one of the tables, his eyes darting between cards. 

She tried to find what was so riveting about the game in front of them, but whatever Kaz saw seemed to elude her. Most things that happened on these tables did, the cards a familiar concept only in the sense that she recognised them by names. 

“I’ll deal.”

When she turned to look at him his profile gave barely anything away, gaze still fixed on the cards, and no trace of humour in the way his jaw was set. Her eyes narrowed, “What’s the catch?”

“No catch. Sit.”, he turned to look at her, his gaze intense, “I’ll be your dealer. Just you and I.”

Her mind stalled for a moment. In any other case, she might have wondered why Kaz was so eager to fulfil her wishes, but right now she mostly just wanted to avoid having to admit she didn’t know how to play. It proved too many points he’d made about her fine upbringing. 

“Play with you as the house?”, she snorted, “I’m still a merchant’s daughter Brekker. I like my money.” 

Next to her, Kaz made a sound that might have been a chuckle, “That, at least, we can agree on.” 

The dealer raised his eyes towards Kaz, frozen mid-game as if ready to fold at the barest twitch of Kaz’s hand. Instead, Kaz kept looking at Y/N, a false softness to his voice, “Go on. I won’t cheat.”

“What else? Will you promise not to breathe for a week too?”

Another chuckle. Slowly, he turned away from the table to face her, “I thought you liked to see me work a deck.”

“How generous of you to give in to my desires.” Her voice was lined with false sweetness, but this time Kaz didn’t do so much as twitch at it, one gloved hand raised as if by some magic he was holding the players and the dealer still. Y/N’s gaze darted quickly toward the table before she set her shoulders anew and raised her chin, “And I thought you desperately needed to do business with me.”

“Desperately is a strong word.” At least this time when he spoke, there was a slight ripple of irritation beneath the calm of his facade, though so subtle Y/N might not have seen it had she not been standing right beside him. He had her cornered, and they both knew it. 

“Business is a strong word too.”

Slowly, a smirk slid to his lips as he watched the tight set of her features to see if she’d crack under the pressure of his gaze. Then, there was the barest flick of his wrist and the table was set in motion once more, though haltingly, the patrons following the interaction even while they were being pulled back under the spell of the money and game. 

“Come.”

She cast Jesper a look as she followed behind Kaz. Even he had abandoned following the game to observe whatever war was being led between the lines, but if he’d come to any particular conclusions, Y/N couldn’t tell. It didn’t matter anyway, if anything, he’d be the first person she’d come to if she wanted to learn the cards. 

Kaz was waiting for her by the staircase, leaned forward on his cane as his gaze followed her from where she’d stalled next to Jesper. There was something behind his eyes that she couldn’t quite discern, some private satisfaction she doubted he’d be particularly inclined to share with her. 

When he gestured towards the stairs she hadn’t expected his voice to halt her as she passed him by. “You can’t play, can you?”

Stopped in her tracks, she turned around to look at him where he stood at the base of the staircase. He was propping himself up against the bannister, casually amused as he looked up at her face. Her emotions must have shown because whatever he saw drew a satisfied smirk to his lips. 

But how had he known? There was no basis for this assumption, even if it was true. After all, she’d gone to great lengths to nurture the reputation of non-conformance - she was wild and strange, and not quite the fine lady her father would have her. Even if it was fair to assume an ordinary Ghezen-fearing girl wouldn’t know how to play such a shameful game, Y/N was neither ordinary nor Ghezen-fearing. 

But perhaps that was precisely the thing - she’d always tried too hard to hide the seepage of her upbringing into the most mundane of things. “Did I say too much?”

Now Kaz stepped up the stairs until there was only a one-step distance between them, “It’s good to be aware of your tells.”

Then he was ahead of her, pushing against his cane as he made his way up. Y/N followed after him, into the dim hallway that must have led to his attic rooms, mildly annoyed by the vagueness of his answer. 

“And are you?”, she said when he stopped by a run-down door, hand halting near his breast pocket where the key must have been, “Aware of your tells?”

This earned her a sort of slantwise glace she couldn’t really decipher. Kaz was fond of those, especially when he had no interest in answering the question. It hardly mattered, the point was to rattle his cage in return, out of sheer pettiness. 

“Don’t go about asking Jes to help.”, he said in lieu of an actual answer, leaving the door open for her as he disappeared into his room, “I know you want to. Just to prove a point.”

For a moment Y/N stood in the hallway, annoyed to have been read so easily, before being overcome by the need to see what Kaz’s personal quarters looked like. She entered the room slowly, closing the door behind her before pressing her back against it, taking it all in. There was no bed here, only a make-shift desk crowded with books and papers, the bare bones of a room, but there was no Kaz either - he must have gone to one of the adjacent rooms and left Y/N to feel entirely out of place here.

“Why not? I thought Jes was good.”

“Jes says he’s good.”, his answer came from the door to the left, “And even your daddy’s fortune won’t save you if you play as he does.”

“Harsh.”

“Realistic.”, he reappeared then, having lost his coat jacket somewhere in the other room, and stopped by the door frame to look at her, “Why are you standing there?”

“Is there a particular place I should be standing?”

“Probably somewhere far away from my room.”, he made his way across towards the table, still-gloved fingers working the silver buttons of his waistcoat, “But I’m hardly responsible for your bad choices.”

“It was entirely your choice to bring me here.”

“Yes, well, I’ll deal with it.”, he turned to look at her then, back propped up against the table, “Give me a good solution for my plan, and I’ll help.”

For a moment she stared at him, unsure how to interpret the words. Even this dishevelled version of Kaz, with his waistcoat unbuttoned and his hair damp and ruffled from washing his face, seemed too far fetched an idea as a tutor. 

When she didn’t respond, he pushed the chair away from the table and looked at her expectantly, “Do you doubt my skill?”

“I mostly doubt your intentions.”, she moved to sit on the chair nonetheless, pulling off the run-down cape she’d used to hide her fencing clothes underneath. It was the most practical thing she had in her wardrobe, and it wasn’t like she could climb down her window in a full-blown dress. Kaz looked at it and raised an eyebrow, but refrained from further comment.

“Smart.”, he was rifling through yesterday’s log, “Alternatively, you could ask your darling boy to help. I’m sure he’ll be thrilled by the prospect.”

Y/N cast him a sharp glance, “Better yet, you should teach me and I’ll play him. So my father and Lars can be absolutely certain I’ve strayed off my path and have me locked in my room.”

Kaz merely shrugged in response, scratching out some numbers as he spoke, “Doesn’t matter, I’m good with locks. Besides, I doubt they use the high-grade ones for their women, DeKappels take precedence.”

Against herself, Y/N let out a laugh at that, and if she hadn’t been sitting down she might not have had the angle to see the slight twitch of a smirk on Brekker’s lips. Something told her if she checked the locks, what Kaz had said would probably prove to be true enough. You could always get another wife, DeKappels were scarce. What would happen then, if the thief was willing enough to pick both locks? Chaos, she presumed. Kaz was rather good at creating that. 

“You were the dealer, weren’t you? For Lars?”

Kaz still didn’t look up, but he stopped writing for a moment to let out a breath that might have been interpreted as a derisive chuckle, “Only the best for our exclusive customers.”

“I’m sure that’s what prompted you to volunteer.”

“That, and the goodness of my heart.”. He reached out to grab something from the drawer then, a pretty box wrapped in pink velvet, stark against the blackness of his gloves. Instinctually, almost like a child watching a trick, Y/N leaned in to watch his fingers play with it, deftly turning it over, again and again, before making it disappear entirely. He must have been watching her face, because the moment her lips parted to speak, he made it reappear, twisted it over a few times and popped it open. 

The earrings were pretty things, a clear stone that might have been a diamond with a teardrop pearl hanging beneath it, nearly verging on gaudy by merchant standards. 

Kaz put them down on the table between them, “Do you like them?”

Y/N looked up, dubious, “They’re worth a lot. Lars can’t be seen buying anything less than the best.”

“When did I ask for your professional appraisement of the gems?”, he pushed himself away from the table and went to pour himself a drink, sounding vaguely annoyed that she was digging too deep into this. 

“I thought you liked your money, Brekker.”

“I do.”, he put another glass before her and resumed his spot against the table, eyebrows raised, “Consider it a long term investment in you. Besides, I only got them because I wanted to see him squirm.”

“And did he?”

Something about the eager tone of her voice made him turn to look at her and smirk, “I’ll send Inej to fetch you if he comes back. You can watch me deal and see him squirm at the same time.”

Something inside her shifted at that, and it was all she could do to bite back the smile that tugged at the corners of her lips as she reached for her drink. She almost didn’t care that this was probably a matter of Kaz pushing buttons until he found the one that made her react, something to press when throwing money and threats at her didn’t work. The thought of it was just good enough that she had to give Brekker credit for finding exactly what made her tick. Rarely anyone bothered these days.

She took one of the earrings out of the box and put it in her ear, observing the distorted reflection in the window, the darkness behind it stretching deep and hungry. She could feel his gaze on her as she reached for the other one, could see his profile in that same window, the details lost to darkness and distortion until only the sharp idea of his features remained.  A smirk crept over her lips, “If you’re looking for the other set of earrings, they’re still in my room, Brekker, just in case you get any ideas.”

Smugness brought out the rasp in his voice, so did the burn of whatever he’d brought from that cabinet, “So is Inej.”

Y/N’s head snapped towards him, the earring nearly falling out of her hand, “What?”

“In your room.” There was something youthful in the way he smiled at her then, bold and daring, and for a moment he seemed young and boyish. Not Dirtyhands, but a boy playing games with her for the sheer thrill of it, no grand motive needed other than the desire to see the surprise on her face. He leaned towards her slightly, “You did tell me I could steal them off you tonight. I’m a man of my word.”

“How…”

“How did I know? The same way you knew I was behind you. I pay attention.”, then he waved his hand dismissively, “Don’t worry, she’ll have a fit of guilt and return them eventually. It was never about the earrings anyway.”

Some part of Y/N wanted to be irritated at the notion of him sending Inej to break into her room, most of her though felt a strange sense of exhilaration by having been played. Wasn’t this precisely why she was doing all of this anyway? Because the boxes they’d tried to put her in were too small and men too boring? Whatever box Kaz had put her in his mind was a lot of things, but small or restrained wasn’t one of them.

She watched her reflection as she finally put the second earring in, a smile playing on her lips, “A charming attempt at bribery, Brekker. I’m still not going to poison you.”

When she looked at him this time, she couldn’t quite find that familiar twitch of irritation and mistrust in the line of his lips or the set of his jaw, it seemed like this time he actually believed the traces of amusement that were set in the corners of her lips. She found it amusing that he believed she was the kind of creature that would get amused by a game of cat-and-mouse that involved larceny and bribes.

He averted his gaze, focusing instead on the papers in front of him, “You promised me an alternative.”

“That I did. I want to hear about the job, no details left out. You’ll get your alternative.” 

He ran a hand through his hair, drawing out droplets of water that remained in there and leaving it as dismayed as he looked about the notion of telling her even the barest bones of whatever he was planning. “Come on Brekker, you threw pretty stones at me. I told you I liked those, I’m not about to bite the hand that gives them out.”

“You seem quite willing to cut an entire arm off your fiance, and by the looks of it he throws a lot of those pretty rocks at you.”

Leaning forward to lay her arms against the desk and her chin atop of it, she smirked up at him, “Yes, but he doesn’t amuse me nearly as much. I guess pebbles get you only so far.”

His jaw tightened for a second before he forced himself to release it and train his face back into a look of neutrality. A valiant attempt, but Y/N thrived too much off those little cracks she’d managed to create in his facade to let it go entirely. 

“Besides, you owe me some tutoring. And a game with Lars.”, she cocked her head slightly, a smirk creeping up to her lips, “I do not intend to miss out on that.”

Kaz watched for a moment, before pushing himself off the table and limping towards the small wood furnace that had been previously obscured by the darkness in the corner of the room, “Get Jes, tell him I want food for the both of us. We’ll be here for a while.”

She didn’t argue further, careful not to tip the scales on this tenuous agreement. Instead, she grabbed her cape and draped it carelessly across her shoulders before heading for the door. Before the doors were fully closed behind her, she could see Kaz throwing a match into the furnace, and just for a moment, he caught her eyes, something indiscernible painted across the lines of his face. She had half a mind to ask - tell me your thoughts, Kaz - but his eyes were dangerous things in the soft light of the flames, and there were dangers even girls like her didn’t run towards. She placed the hood over her head and snuck downstairs to find Jes instead. _______________________________________________________

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Your angel ~ A Hyunsoo Fanfcition

Requested by @loveforyeonjun , I hope you’ll like it!! ☺️

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Sumary: Your boyfriend, Hyunsoo has spent an awful week. As he was almost eliminated from Loud, a singing contest, he lost all of his motivation. In order to cheer him up you surprise him.

Type: fluff, not that long, Hyunsoo bf, Y/N is cute, hyunsoo too, DIY, date night, PLOUD boys help Y/N, tiny bit of angst, Y/N and Hyunsoo best couple, proof read

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It’s been a week. A week since your Boyfriend, Hyunsoo, almost got eliminated from a music contest he’s been a part of, from LOUD, from his future.

You both have been crushed by this. He lost all confidence in himself, he doesn’t want to dance nor sing anymore and he’s been gloomy all week. On your side it’s also hard. It’s hard because you’re scared for him, it’s hard because you know that he deserves to stay in it yet he thinks otherwise. It’s hard because you miss the old Hyunsoo, the one who’s pretty much calm but never looses a chance to tease you, the one who doesn’t really voice out his feelings but gives you the best hug you could ask for, the one who’s going to speak to you about Toothless or his love for perfume for hours.

So you decided to cheer him up. And for this there is nothing as efficient as a DIY date night. You do those type of date quite often with him. He’s not that found of the idea at the beginning but when you’re doing it, he can’t do anything but laugh cause, let’s be honest, you two aren’t the best artists out there.

You’ve made a plan, Kyungjun and Sungjun were going to take Hyunsoo to you, and at the same time, Koki, Daniel and you will prepare everything for this date to be perfect. The DIY that you chose is pretty simple: two little bracelets made of threads but when you put them next to each other it forms a Heart. You know he’ll like it.

It’s been two hours, Koki and Daniel just left, you’re only waiting for Hyunsoo to come now. It took way longer than what you’d thought to get him out of his room, but Twojuns were always the best option to cheer the others up. You would have called Hwi too, as those three are the best trio ever, but he’s working on a new song for the contest.

Kyungjun had his hands around Hyunsoo’s head in order to hide your boyfriend’s eyes. As soon as they stepped into the room your eyes were immediately drawn to his outfit. Sungjun wasn’t lying when he said he made the biggest effort ever to make him look good. Hyunsoo looked breath taking. He always looks good but today was another kind of bread. He looked like a new person, not that different but definitely changed. You liked it. You like anything the moment it has something to do with this boy anyway.

When you finally stopped looking at Hyunsoo’s beauty, you see Twojuns making signs.

They’re going.

In less than three seconds your lover’s going to see the room you prepared. It is just a date but you wanted to make anything in your power to make him smile, that’s why you needed Koki’s and Daniel’s help. You three spent almost an hour hanging pics of you and Hyunsoo on the walls, and put some balloons around the table.

After the third second, you’re finally able to meet his eyes as Kyungjun releases his hand from Hyunsoo’s head. At first, he doesn’t really understand what’s going on, the shock freezing him for a second. But as soon as he realised who was in front of him, he was in your arms, kissing your hair while hugging you.

“You made all of this…All of this for me?”

“Of course I did, Hyun, you need to understand your worth. I know this week has been hard for you, so I thought what’s better than a DIY date night… and here we are. “ you both giggle a bit

“How in the world was I lucky enough to get a partner as good as you? I love you, Y/N, I love you so much.”

“I… Hyun.. I love you. “

It’s the first time you’ve ever told him. Both of you are quite moved by this. “Love yous” have always been a big thing in your relationship and you agreed not to use it before meaning it truly. Today, you told it to each other for the first time. And that’s the happiest you’ve ever been.

In this happy spirit, you made a long room tour in order to show him all the pics, reminiscing the memories you shared together. Of course you didn’t forget to tell him about the guy’s help.

And then you started to make the bracelets. Obviously it was a mess. You are definitely not artists.

So you decided to go on for a bit of karaoke. He was a bit upset at first, but then you reminded him that he’s still in the contest. He is still a part of the show. And you know for sure that he’ll make it into the group. Hyunsoo is just that type of person, he’s successful, he’s charismatic and kind, he’s humble and knows how to help. Hyunsoo’s like an angel sent from above. Your angel.

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[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

Needing A Cheer Up (Alfred Pennyworth X Fem!Reader) *PARENTAL/PLATONIC

Characters: Alfred Pennyworth X Fem!Reader

Universe: DC, Batman

Warnings: Describing description of depression, not eating or sleeping.

Request: Hello! Hope ur doing well! I was thinking you could do a Alfred x reader? Where Alfred is the only one in the mansion that notices the readers decline. Like she's not eating not sleeping and not doing her work or going on patrol w batfam? So he sets out to cheer her up by taking he out of school one day (lying to the school and telling them that bruce wayne told him to tell them to take her daughter out today) to go get ice cream and talk. Tnx again!!

Alfred knew he was a member of the Wayne family and forever would be when his original employers had their one and only child, Bruce, and unfortunately that was only solidified when he found himself being the guardian of the boy after the death of his parents. In that time he had watched the boy grow into a man, and a father himself to several children, almost all of them being adopted, a true sign of his selflessness, if his public charity work and private vigilante work didn’t say that enough. Alfred had become a grandfather to all the Wayne children- patching them up after rough patrols, stopping their bickering, humouring them when they were being silly, and calming emotions when they fell out with their siblings or father, and even helping Bruce when he felt out of his depth with them. They were all full of energy, and now most of them had left the nest and had their own lives outside of the manor, though still checking in regularly, though it was still hard to keep tabs on them at times. That was probably why it took Alfred a moment to realise something was wrong with one of them.

Y/N Wayne, the eldest (legally adopted) daughter of Bruce, being a year older than Cassandra, being 19 years old. You’d graduated a year prior, and were now in college. You’d left the nest to do so in a college out of Gotham (at Bruce’s reluctance and Alfred’s suggestion to do so) but with the year done, you had returned home to enjoy the holidays for a few months, before going back for your second year. Clearly the year away had affected you like it would anyone- full of new experiences and actually being free of vigilante work, though in previous breaks you had returned to do it and even on short notice if trouble arose. However, this time was different. 

Alfred first noticed that you’d not been going on patrol with your family like you usually would since returning home. At first he brushed it off, noting that it was called a ‘break’ for a reason and you would probably want to relax for a while before wanting to do patrols, and no one had mentioned it. However, he then noted that he hadn’t seen you down for dinners in a while… which was also explainable, dinner time was irregular and rarely a full house with the chaos of the city, but then he realised he hadn’t seen you for breakfasts or suppers either, and a part of him naturally became concerned and the moment he realised, he rushed to put together a quick dinner, and took it up to you in your room. He came back for the plate an hour later. You’d barely touched it. Of course he’d been in a similar position before with your own father- him being so wrapped up in work he’d forget to eat for days, locked away in the cave or his office, Alfred having to push him to eat… but this was different. You had no work. In fact when he came to drop off and pick up the plate of food, you were in the exact same spot- laid on your bed, looking up at your ceiling. Not sleeping, just… staring at the ceiling. This only rose his concern more, and that night he ran a test. He slept in increments, and every half an hour he walked past your room before going down to the cave to check on the others, and each time he saw a faint light coming from under your door. You weren’t sleeping. You weren’t eating. You weren’t socialising. And no one was noticing, except for him.

And he couldn’t have that now, could he? 

Of course the natural reaction would be to go to Bruce to tell him, but he knew just how protective Bruce was of his children especially after all the losses and close calls, and all the signs you were giving off were that of grieving, and he also knew that the second your siblings knew something was wrong, you’d never get a moment alone, and he wasn’t sure that would be better. So instead, he decided to get to the bottom of it himself and then give them the full story and instructions on how to actually be helpful. 

Alfred reached your bedroom door, knocking and waiting patiently. You eventually opened the door, sheepishly looking up at Alfred with a tired expression. “Sorry to bother you Y/N, I was wondering if you’d like to join me for a little walk? Maybe some ice cream on the way back?” He suggested with a kind smile. He was already equipped with his own coat and yours, a silent telling that he wasn’t going to take a no for an answer. 

“Okay… give me a minute to get ready.” You accepted dully, closing the door again. Alfred went and stood to the side of the door to wait. He went over how he was going to handle this, what he was going to say and in what way to ensure you wouldn’t take it the wrong way and shut off to him. Many times in the past had other members of the family- especially your own father and the second oldest, Jason and the youngest son, Damian had a history of not wanting to talk about their emotions and instead snapping at whoever was trying to reach out and shut themselves off even more. Alfred knew this all too well and hoped he wouldn’t slip up. 

Soon the door beside him opened and you came out quietly. Alfred handed you your coat for you to hold as he guided you down to the front door of the manor, where you both put your coats on before leaving the manor, all without a word from you. As you walked down the stone pathway, past the large metal gate that separated the estate from the rest of the world that shut behind you both, and walking down the street to head for the busier part of the city, Alfred kept a hand hovering behind you to silently make sure you kept moving, but as you walked further with the cold Gotham air nipping at any exposed skin, Alfred saw you cross your arms to get a bit warmer, and he took the opportunity to rest his hand on your shoulder and pull you a little closer. It was an action Alfred would do back when you were a little girl, and something your father and also your two older brothers would do at the time- usually to keep you close and protected from the press and other Gotham dangers. However on this day it was quiet, no danger in sight, and you weren’t little anymore, though the action was still full of comfort.

The little ice cream shop he was taking you to was a family favourite- it was one Bruce’s parents used to take him to, and after they died, Alfred took him instead, and then when Bruce had his children, he took them here as well. Because you were regulars, they always had a private booth tucked away in the corner for the family whenever you came in, and today was no different. As soon as you and Alfred came in, one of the few waitresses greeted you, clearly recognising you and leading you to the booth. Alfred ordered on behalf of you both, knowing what you always got, and that left you two alone. 

“I think you know I want to speak with you.” He started, getting a hum of acknowledgement from you as you leant on the table, placing your arms in front of you and crossing them, tiredly looking over the table at him. He tilted his head softly, examining you. In this lighting he could properly see the bags under your eyes, your skin not having much colour in it- even for Gotham standards. You looked sick, and Alfred supposed you were. “I know you’ve not been eating or sleeping, and you haven’t left your room since you came home for break… what’s happened?” He asked. 

“I…” You opened your mouth, getting the first word out, before stopping, seeming to not know where the conversation was going, before fumbling and stumbling over your words. You didn’t know where this was going. You didn’t know what happened. You didn’t know what was wrong, why you were like this. “I don’t know.” You answered honestly. 

“Nothing’s caused this? No school stress or some other form of stress? Anything troubling you?” He gently pried, but you shook your head and shrugged your shoulders. 

“I don’t know.” You repeated, raising your arms, holding your head in your hands with a huff. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I don’t know why I’m like this… I don’t know how it started, all I know is one day it felt hard to get out of bed but I didn’t want to sleep, my head feels like there’s a swarm of bees in it all the time… getting out of bed to eat feels like an intense chore. I don’t even know how I finished this year of college… I don’t think I can do another semester. But I don’t know why.” 

Alfred could practically see you unravelling in front of him, a damaged building he knew was destined to fall, finally crumbling. Your head was low, and he kept waiting for tears to hit the table, yet you somehow managed to keep it together. You were letting yourself be vulnerable in front of him, and Alfred couldn’t help the pride he felt knowing you trusted him enough to show that side so openly. However, as quick as the building started to crumble, it suddenly settled in place as the waitress returned to the table. You sat up straight, taking a deep breath in, and flashing the woman a smile of thanks as she put the treats down.

“Anything else I can get you two?” She asked. 

“No thank you- well there’s one thing. If anyone with cameras shows up outside and seems to be loitering outside can you come and let us know please?” Alfred requested. The woman nodded in understanding before making her leave. Alfred knew that you were both mostly hidden in this corner, however the last thing he wanted was for you to be ambushed here and have your struggles blasted on the front of the newspapers before you could even find comfort in your family about your struggles. With that taken care of, he focussed back on you. Your shoulders slumped a little, letting yourself relax again, the mask dropping immediately. This time you slumped back, resting your head on the back of the booth.

“Are you gonna tell dad?” You asked him. 

“Would you like me to? Would it make it easier for you?” He questioned back. You shrugged with a huff, looking up at the ceiling. 

“What would you even say? ‘Oh, Y/N is being sad for no reason and can’t be bothered to get out of bed? And there’s nothing that’s caused this?’” You questioned with sarcasm. 

“No, I’ll tell him that his daughter is having struggles with her mental health and would benefit with his attention and possibly a therapist. Just because nothing has ‘caused’ these feelings, doesn’t mean you don’t need help. These things happen.” He assured you. Your eyes lowered to look at him, a monotone expression. “And you have been through things. You’ve been through awful lot over the years. Have you considered that the burden and trauma of it all has finally caught up to you because you’ve been able to relax a bit more, and that you need to rest and heal?”

“...Okay yeah, you have a point.” You admitted. Alfred nodded quite proudly. “Can we tell my dad first? And wait at least a week to tell the others. I think we both know that dad’s gonna become super protective, so I’d rather get him under control first.” You commented with a hint of humour- poking fun at how secretly protective and gushy your old man was- always the one to fuss, ask repeatedly if you were alright, you wrap you in a blanket even if you didn’t need or want it, and all while still dressed as Batman and doing the voice. He was even worse out of the mask.

“I think we can arrange that. In the meantime, we can prepare ourselves for that as we enjoy this ice cream.” He carefully pushed, nudging the sundae in front of you to be a little closer, and finally you picked up the spoon, and for the first time in quite a while, Alfred was able to confirm you had something to eat.

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