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2022.07.18 - https://weibo.com/l/wblive/p/show/1022:2321324792677232148593

LYN: Hallo everybody, good evening. I am Modern Brother’s Liu Yuning. Welcome~ C: It feels like you haven’t streamed for such a long time. LYN: Yes, just one day without seeing me and it seems like so many seasons have passed.

- Went to sleep one night and woke up with a sore throat, turns out he caught a cold LYN: You might be listening and feel that I have a very thick nasal tone- that’s because my sinuses are full of snot. It’s possible that while I’m streaming I might have to blow my nose, and I hope that it doesn’t affect your viewing experience. Anyone who’s eating right now can eat a little faster. LYN: I’ve taken medicine. I’m an adult, so I know how to take care of myself at least that much. I just caught a cold, is all. I know to grab an umbrella when it’s raining and to take medicine when I’m sick. I’ve taken some already- all sorts, I don’t care I’m eating them all. XD LYN: It’s not like the drama you’re acting in cares about seasons, so it’s not like I can wear weather appropriate clothes on the camera. So I’ll be wearing dress shirts, to look a little more handsome. Mostly, the air conditioning on set is not turned on either, because it will create noise interference. It will just sound like this: /sound of a fan/ Why do I have that sound? Because my laptop is too hot and I’ve given it a fan. So, since it creates a problem with receiving audio, we usually don’t turn the A/C on and the set will be on the hotter side. Chengdu these days has been pretty hot... It’s not bad... But after we do one take the clothes are already soaked through with sweat, so we head back inside for the A/C. After a day of back and forth, hot and cold, I seem to have gotten sick. It’s alright. Only a small matter- who doesn’t get sick, right?

- His diet & exercise efforts are paying off, so he’s lost a little weight (presumably gaining muscle, though); says how he sees videos of himself from 2-3 years ago and calls himself a “baozi”, thanks his fans for sticking with him XD

- Speed of the comments is a little fast today, it’s making him dizzy. Asks the weibo staff if they can adjust for him, so he can “See all the praise my friends are giving me.” LYN: You see? I mentioned it and now you’re all typing FASTER. I’ve noticed you’re all young people with a sense of rebellion aren’t you? I said the comments were going by too quickly and you’re over here typing faster. You want to see me throw up, is that it? Look at this. Who can see this clearly?? What is this? I told you not to type so fast and now you’re typing “haha” and making the comments go by even faster. This is a perverse speed. Look at this- WHAT IS THIS? Even if you have nothing to say, some people are just typing “haha” to get in on the action. Alright- whatever. It’s fine. You can type. LYN: This just goes to show that I have high viewer ratings. I am SO popular and there are SO MANY COMMENTS that they just go by in a flash. Actually, you’ve fallen for my trap- this is exactly what I wanted. LYN: Okay, that’s about enough. I’m sure you’re all tired as well. Let’s continue our chat while we wait for the staff to adjust the speed. Thank you. - To him, streaming is like a hobby- where other people ride bicycles, hike, and skateboard, his hobby is to stream. He’s been streaming on weibo for almost two years now, and thanks weibo for always supporting him. LYN: People who watch my stream are my fans or maybe some passersby, but also some of the people might have trouble getting to sleep; you can play my stream and I guarantee that within 10-15 minutes sleep will come to you- that’s how “boring” I am. But it is my honor to help you get to sleep. If you look at it a different way, it means that my streams are a very stress-relieving, and I can help you relax.

C: Was your hair styled? LYN: This is all.. natural. Meaning I ran mussed it with my hands a little and left it. There’s not much style going into it right now.

C: I’ve brought five of my good friends with me to watch. LYN: What a good friend. Good things must be shared.

C: Where did you get that shirt? LYN: ?_? What sort of question is this? It’s going to be in a shop or from online. Or are you going to the bathhouse to buy a shirt?

C: Does your cold affect your acting? LYN: More or less, it will. One thing that comes to mind is that I’ll look uglier when I’m on camera... but that’s not much of a difference because I always look ugly on camera. Even if I’m uglier by one or two degrees it’s still okay. It will make your nasal tone heavier and make you look more weary, for sure. Yesterday was the worst of it- when you feel like your whole head is blocked and you feel uncomfortable. Coincidentally, the take we did yesterday happened to be my “debut” scene. I was standing there with Tao-jie, and she asked me why I looked so haggard. I told her I was sick, and thought she was looking after me, but then she said, “Ok, well, don’t pass it to me.” Then we filmed the scene. I thought I came out looking SO UGLY. LYN: Sometimes I like wearing glasses- and you can differentiate the reason for when I do and when I don’t. If I get up and get into hair and makeup and after all of that I think I look terrible, I will wear some glasses. They’ll help cover some of my “ugly”. So for my first scene yesterday I wore the glasses, to help cover, and asked Tao-jie if I looked okay- if now my appearance made me worthy of standing next to her. She said, “It does look better, but the glasses are considered an “appearance”. If you don’t wear the glasses and still look haggard, then it’s considered your “character”.” What does that mean?? But because my character in the drama is supposed to be falling on tough times, then actually my weary appearance helps make him more convincing. I thought about it, and she was right. All of a sudden my “ugly” wasn’t a flaw of mine, but an asset to the character. So I decided not to wear the glasses, but on the inside I was thinking, “It won’t be YOU who is cursed at for looking ugly when this drama airs, anyway.” Okay, so I listened to her. It all made sense. - says that he still has a bit of an “idol burden” in daily life, but he will let it down when he is acting and can accept any appearance or state; always learning from the actors with more experience than him.

C: Does you new director yell at you? LYN: Why are you trying to dig me into a pit? He doesn’t yell at people. Working with directors, it’s different every time. They’re not going to just sit there and praise you for a job well done. I actually really like the way this one works, because I really enjoy his thoughts and ideas. It’s already a great script but he will take a scene and add just small details that make it even more exciting and better to look at. I don’t think there’s a single scene that we’ve shot that will be wasted.

- Someone came to ask if it was time for class (to learn the Vietnamese song) yet, but it’s not because the stream hasn’t hit a peak number of viewers yet. :p LYN wants people to go out and spread the news that he is streaming, so he gets more viewers first. If you make an announcement that costs money, he will reimburse you for it (but not really). C: Then do I announce it to my upper and lower neighbors? LYN: You mean opening the window and announcing my stream to your neighborhood? There’s no need for that, since it counts as disturbing the public. Let’s not do that.

- has been watching some dramas, but won’t share which because they are a little... violent (??); watches his own dramas though, once when doing the voice acting and the second time when it airs officially.

- starts promoting The Truth, as agreed. Mentions the script for the variety show. C: Ning-ge, you finally admit that the variety show has a script. LYN: ?? What are you saying? It’s a reasoning show- how can it move forward if there is no plot? Of course there’s a script! This is a Murder Mystery show- how can we pull it off with no script? Only murder, no mystery? C: There’s no meal discussion in this week’s diary? LYN: Right... I know that people like to watch us relax and discuss while we eat. But why wasn’t there that portion this week? I forget, but it’s probably because in the last stretch we spend quite a few consecutive days filming the end of the show. There was no time for us to record a long meal session. We’re all hot right now- most of us are actors so we were flying around trying to get everything done. BY, SZE, GQL, and myself are all shooting dramas. ZS is doing three variety shows at once. ZKY... what has he been doing lately? Being spokesperson for a bunch of brands. We’re all quite busy. C: Is there going to be a second season? LYN: The first one hasn’t even finished airing yet- you’re thinking too much. But I think there’s a good possibility it could be cleared for a second season... because even though it’s reaching a smaller audience, it has pretty good ratings. After we wrapped up, my PD even asked me if I would be back the next time. It’s no problem for me, but if I’m not as popular next year and the ratings tank, just don’t blame it on me.

C: Will UN have a second season. LYN: That’s probably a no. Well- I’m not the producer so I don’t know, but I haven’t received any news as an actor. There’s probably not going to be a second one. I think NPSS took back his copyrights. I’m not clear on it.

C: Which episodes of The Oasis are you on? LYN: Probably the third or fourth to last episode? I went to shoot for two days as Liu Xialai from The Truth’s Reasoning Team.

C: What’s at the bottom of the screen? LYN: You mean this? /points/ It’s my laptop screen. I was streaming the other day and thought it was overheating, so I bought a stand for it.

- admits he has been watching The Boys (American TV Series); doesn’t recommend it because it’s a little... bloody. C: We’re all adults. // Then why are YOU watching (if it’s violent and bloody)? LYN: I’m an adult! I also watch scary things. I just finished up the third season.

C: Ning-ge eat a can of yellow peaches. LYN: You see that I’m sick and want me to eat a can of peaches? You think I’m a child, right? When I was little my parents had always told me to eat a can of peaches when I was sick. I don’t know about you, but that’s how it was where I grew up. You can ONLY eat the canned peaches when you were sick. Have a little sweetness and you’ll get better.

C: Ning-ge, why are you such a scaredy-cat? LYN: What do you mean. I’ll tell you this- I’m more afraid of the dark and the unknown. I think I’m okay- not too afraid- as long as I can see what’s in front of me.

C: When’s ALZ going to air? LYN: Someone asks me this every time, and I actually met the producer jie-jie a couple days ago and asked her. She said it isn’t confirmed yet, because it is co-produced by Shanghai Films & Media and they’re still in the process of editing. So... we just wait. LYN: In terms of which will come out the quickest, I think the one I’m shooting now will come out the earliest. Since it’s a modern drama there isn’t much special effects to add in post, so they are already starting to edit. I think it will come out the first half of the next year. C: What about Zuo Bufan (Floating World)? LYN: I think that one is the latter half of next year.

LYN: Regarding Be Your Own Light, I guess it can count as my first male-lead drama, even though my scenes are very little. Only about 200 or so scenes. 220? Because this drama is split into three storylines, and I am only a part of Tao-jie’s story. LYN: There are only small actors, no small roles. There are no “side” or “supporting” roles- As long as you appear in a drama, you are one of the characters. LYN: It’s already impressive enough that I am able to work beside Tao-jie. That’s the ceiling for me and I am very satisfied. I have about 200 scenes for this drama, which is about on par with Hao Du from The Long Ballad. In Floating World I have about 100+ scenes, and for Zichuan I have around 200 as well. It’s enough. I am very satisfied. C: When are you shooting 500+ scenes? LYN: That’s not important. /sigh/ I’ll take my time and improve myself step by step until that day comes.

- [t/n: I guess people are asking the age-old question: “Why LYN? What makes him worthy?”] LYN: In your eyes I may never be good enough, no matter what I do. Maybe you only think me worthy enough to sit here and stream for you. But here’s the thing- the people I am working with don’t look down on me, so what makes you think you are better than them? This is the difference between your reality and theirs. Take Tao-jie, for example. She was the one who recommended me for this drama. She is such an amazing person and didn’t see LYN as someone to look down on, but rather helped me. This is how you show your humanity. She doesn’t care if I am worthy enough or if I am professional enough- she only believed that I could do it and was willing to help me. This is the extent of her “reality”. So if you don’t think that I am worthy of what I have right now, it means that your “reality” has not been reached yet. LYN: I’ve never been “worthy” enough for anyone but it doesn’t matter because I’ve still gotten to where I am today and still signed the contracts I have had. What can I do? It doesn’t matter if you think I’m “worthy” or not, I still have to do a good job. I used to be a cook, a waiter, a shop clerk, a salesperson- was I worthy? I think that as long as people can treat their jobs seriously and are able to continue forward on their paths it doesn’t matter if you’re “worthy” of your position or not. LYN: I used to be a cook and I stopped, not because I didn’t like it- in truth, I didn’t like it all too much- but because I had gotten sick and my body couldn’t handle it. [t/n: something to do with his lungs]. It wasn’t anything contagious though! It was pneumothorax (?)- I don’t know if anyone here knows- there was a small hole in the lining of my lung and there was air there. [t/n: the air in this pleural space can start to compress the other lung and heart.] So I became a waiter, and got later got promoted to manager... until I didn’t want to do it anymore. All the while people were asking me why I was worthy. I had enough of the (food services) industry, so I wanted to try something different- I tried my hand at selling clothing. I was a salesperson at a pretty famous shop and people didn’t think I was worthy of that job, either. I came from a food services industry, what did I know about selling clothing? I wasn’t worthy. But I didn’t care, and just kept selling clothes... until our shop was in the green for sales. I don’t know about men’s clothing, but the women’s clothing sold pretty quickly. I don’t know why. :) C: You’re worthy. You’re VERY worthy. LYN: Are you saying I’m only worthy enough to sell you clothing?? LYN: Anyway, I just want to say to anyone working in any industry, don’t care too much about your “worth”. There will always be telling people you can't make it- they don’t matter and can’t influence your future development. The only one who can decide that is yourself. The only one limiting yourself is you- if you want something you have to take small steps in that direction until you attain it. You won’t know what you’re capable of unless you try. It doesn’t matter what anyone else says because they aren’t the ones living your life.

C: It’s almost time for me to enter society- I’m lost. LYN: You don’t need to be lost. I’ve been there. When I first stepped into society I was wondering what should I do, what CAN I do? What will I do for the future? Am I going to waste my life away? Just living paycheck to paycheck? But let me tell you this- the moment you graduate and start thinking all these things. There’s no point. Thinking about these things won’t help you precisely because you can’t think of what you should do. No one knows. Of course, there are the few who have a set goal in mind, and that’s definitely one path towards success. But most of the time people don’t have a set goal in mind, and the way they move forward is step by step, through experiences. There are people you will meet or situations you will encounter that will help you grow as a person. These people and situations may give you an opportunity or a choice. You don’t need to be too lost right now- just DO SOMETHING first, and opportunity may come later. If you have some type of job in mind, try working towards that and later it will become clearer to you whether it’s something you want to keep pursuing or not.

C: I don’t have friends. LYN: I don’t either. No friends, no co-workers. You just have to do it. Don’t consider anything too small. Im not trying to teach you a lesson or anything- many of you are far more successful than I am. More intelligent, and more cultured. I just want to share my advice- which you can choose to take or not. You’ve just got to get yourself out there, and don’t waste your time away. If you just stay in your house wasting time you’ll have no opportunities- you’ll meet no-one and get nowhere. Connections are very important, and that’s true for everyone. You’ll need connections to friends or co-workers. There are people who are very good at socializing, and they can survive anywhere. There are people who are strong in their skillset, so even if they don’t have connections they can still survive. There are people who don’t have any particular skillset, but are good at socializing- they can survive equally as well. C: I have social anxiety. LYN: Me too. Don’t get me wrong just because you see me chatting away on screen. I’m very afraid of any gathering that includes people who are like... director status and up. I really can’t do the pandering socializing as expected of people in my position. First of all, because I can’t hold a drink, therefore I am unable to share a toast with them for very long. Secondly, I can’t do the lip-service. It might not seem like it, but I really can’t do it. As soon as I’m at a table with a director I’m timid and weak- the only thing I’m there for is to eat. You talk amongst yourselves, I’ll be here, eating. But if there is someone I’m more familiar with at the table, they’ll tell me to go up and offer a toast. In that case I’ll say, “But there are so many people, I’m afraid to interrupt :(” and in that case they will have to take charge and make room in the conversation for me. I just feel like they’re such busy people, they don’t need nor want me there to inconvenience them. I will just sit there, very small, minding my own business and when everyone is about done for the night I excuse myself and make a getaway. LYN: I have social anxiety too. You might not see it because this is my stream and I need to keep the mood up, but I’m really not great at socializing. :| C: I don’t believe you. // Then how did you get so many jobs out of going to a dinner party? LYN: /sigh/ Let me explain- sometimes when I stream and tell you how I got a job and give you all these details... you can try to believe only 20% of what I say. I’m only trying to share my work experience with you in a fun and relaxing way, but do you really think society is this simple, friends?? Does the world OWE me? Nothing is as simple as it seems. I just tell you the basics- and none of everything else that goes on behind the scenes. There’s no way I’m going to tell you in excruciating detail about a contract that took three months to complete. It’s not that simple, and please don’t think it is. There are people and media accounts that THINK they know how this industry works, but in reality they’re nowhere close to the truth. - He only tells us about the successful contract negotiations, first of all, and he also only tells us the the basics of how he got the job. But there is so much more he is leaving out for the sake of simplicity.

- he’s trending! LYN: I don’t believe you. I’m not ~wOrTHy~. Am I really, though? - tries to play one of his own songs, but the audio isn’t working -> /troubleshooting/ LYN: I don’t believe (I’m trending)- how about this? Friends, slap me. To prove I’m not dreaming. Come on. Bring your hand over and slap me. Quickly!

- sang a bit of 黑夜一束光, then said he wasn’t going to sing because of his cold - proceeds to start the lesson and review of the next installment of (chorus of) the Vietnamese song from two streams ago: HKT - TẢI THÊM MỘT LẦN ĐAU; types the “lyrics” for ease of understanding- as much as you can of Vietnamese lyrics written in a Chinese homophonic equivalent, that is... XD C: I don’t know the song name. LYN: It’s in Vietnamese- I don’t know it either. But there is a Chinese version of this song, called 错错错.

-- bathroom break #1 (Tactic 1: ”the neighbors are fighting”... actually their tv is too loud, and they’re watching Heroes XD)

- gently advises people not to go from somewhere very hot to somewhere very cold (with A/C) lest they catch a cold

- reiterates again that he CAN speak Standard Mandarin, but likes to use his hometown dialect to make himself more comfortable and to feel closer to the viewers; gives examples of the difference: instead of using -子 (zi) suffix, they will use -个 (ge) qualifier instead. Also uses -er sound more often with words. C: Then, how do you say “This is my wife”? LYN: Go home and ask your husband. Don’t stay here provoking me.

- Zhu Xudan has entered the chat. C: Why don’t you connect with YCY? LYN: ? She’s busy- why would I connect with her? LYN: Let’s welcome ZXD-laoshi. Long time no see~

C: When’s your next drama going to start? LYN: Next month on.. the 15th? 20th? 25th? I don’t remember. It’s a guzhuang drama but it won’t be in Hengdian to start, though. I think we’re going to start in Yinchuan first. LYN: I won’t tell you what it is yet, but I think the announcement is going to be made soon. Since we’re going to start shooting soon, there will be an official announcement... and when I heard that I was preparing myself for the onslaught of criticism. /laughs/ /sighs/ It’s alright- a lot of people may not know me and think very little of me, so it’s alright if they criticize. Let’s just remember not to interact with these people, ok? I don’t want my fans to start any fights- everyone’s just working hard and doing their jobs, ok. None of us have it easy, you can let these little things slide. Another thing is, I don’t want you to attack people I work with or their fans. There are always going to be the reasonable fans and unreasonable fans, the kind ones and the mean ones. Everyone has them, even I do. But in the end it doesn’t matter what they say, but how the product comes out. If the drama airs and it flops then that just means I have to work harder. Everyone I have worked with and will work with is my senior- I’ve only debuted for 3, close to 4 years- so I hope there can be mutual respect among our fans.

C: Where are your abs? LYN: I’m working on them- I already promised that on the new year- on December 30th- I will post a picture of my bare upper half to show you. I only just mentioned this last stream, why are you so hung up on it, like a child? This is like having a fruit tree at home and asking your mother when it will bear fruit- you have to give it some time. Let the seasons pass. Give me some time. C: Is it having any effect? LYN: Do you think it’s as easy as PS-ing abs onto my body?? I need time to accumulate muscle- it’s not something that happens in one day. Why do you thinking losing weight is such a difficult process? You need to work on it little by little, day by day. C: Are you keeping a record? LYN: Yes, I’ve been taking a video a little bit every time. I was thinking of making a compilation and seeing my progress. When all my training results in something, then I’ll upload it. Because what’s the point of showing you when there IS no progress? C: Have you found a trainer yet? LYN: When you get started on doing something, you’ll discover that’s all you get recommended when you’re online. So Ive been learning from online- how to train abdominal muscles, how to train chest, back, shoulder muscles, how to lose weight, etc. You’ll see all these videos and tutorials from online fitness gurus and I’m looking at them all. C: Still working out when you’re sick? LYN: Yes! I did some training yesterday. C: Are you for real this time? LYN: Of course. You think I’m still trying to fool you? Even though I have said something along these lines for seven or eight times already... but this time! This time... I’ll try to make good on the promise, otherwise it’ll make me look bad. C: I’m afraid you’ll turn into a muscleman. LYN: You think that’s something I can become just because I want to?? You think it’s so easy? If that were the case EVERYONE would be musclemen. It’s not an easy thing. C: Does this mean that in the next drama you’ll be baring your chest? LYN: No. I just want to do this for myself. Every year I have a plan for myself, and this year it’s to get fit. I know a lot of the actors I work with exercise and work out and I know I can’t compare myself to them, but I also don’t want to just fall behind/slack off.

C: Is Chengdu fun? LYN: I don’t know, because I haven’t gone out for fun. Most of the time I’m working and there’s not much free time to shop or look around. When I first got here I did do a little shopping, though. Because this is a modern drama, so we were looking for appropriate clothing that I could wear. Other than that I have’t really had a chance to get around. Oh! But I did go to Sanxingdui- the museum. C: The drama doesn’t provide clothing? LYN: They do. You can choose to use theirs or bring your own. Of course most of the time I wear what’s provided, but sometimes I want to wear something that fits me better or something in my own style.

- went to an arcade and later exchanged his pile of tickets for two backpacks, so he could give them to his RV driver’s two kids. The total cost of the backpacks themselves probably wasn’t much more than 300RMB, but since they were acquired with game tickets then in actuality they cost much more. XD

C: Do you have a lot of (your own) clothing? LYN: There is quite a lot, for 200 scenes. The difference between a modern drama and a guzhuang drama is that in the latter you may go for a long period of time wearing the same clothing, but you can’t for a modern drama. In a guzhuang drama if someone wears the same outfit for the first 10 or so episodes, you don’t think anything of it. But if a character in a modern drama does the same it looks a little strange, except it it’s a uniform. But for example, you won’t see the same t-shirt for ten consecutive episodes unless that character has some special circumstances. But even the poorest of characters have a different shirt to change into, right? LYN: So I have a lot of clothing... I think for now it’s up to 80 outfits. 80 outfits for around 200 scenes, but no matter how much the drama provides to you, there is still the wish to add your own style into it. C: I thought each scene would get its own outfit. LYN: No, no. There are scenes that follow in continuity. For example, I go out. The next scene I am on the street. The next scene I enter a restaurant to eat with someone. The scene after that we’ve finished our meal but have started a fight with someone else. These four scenes all have the same outfit- it’s not like I’m going to have a sudden wardrobe change in the middle of the street.

C: Does this character count as having money? LYN: I guess you can say that. He has some money because he has a restaurant- he’s a boss of his own. Even though it failed in the end... he was still the owner. C: Are going to be fight scenes? LYN: Some. If I remember correctly there’s at least one. I say it’s a fight scene, but actually it’s a “me being hit” scene. We’ll have to see how the director wants it to go. I’ve never shot a modern fight scene before. Well, I guess I have. C: How do you like working with Tao-jie? LYN: I’m very happy. There are always useful things you can learn from working with other actors.

C: Where did all your model figures go? LYN: I see you’re not my fan. Quickly go subscribe to my weibo. You must not be my fan you don’t know what I’ve been doing lately, and even ask where my figures went. The thing is I couldn’t make a living and had to sell them. C: You must have made a lot of money. LYN: Not as much as I spent getting them in the first place. LYN: Let me explain to my new fan- I’m in Chengdu shooting a drama right now, and that wall is in Hengdian. This is a hotel.

- someone wants him to play Jay Chou’s new song, but here we hit a copyright issue because you have to BUY the song, so LYN can’t just play it in his stream for free. >.<

- doesn’t like mentioning other people in his streams because there are a dedicated group of individuals who watch his stream like a hawk, waiting to take any snippet of material out of context and turn it into hate material. LYN: I don’t want to mention other people, because I don’t want to accidentally hurt them in some way. But even so, this still won’t stop me from streaming. // There are very few artists out there who will tell you some... not very official things in their streams. It’s not because they’re trying to maintain their image or anything. I want to share my experiences with you because I started out as a very normal person who slowly found his way in the entertainment industry. But after my words are filtered through people with ill-intent I also started to understand why people don’t share. The less you share the less they can cause you trouble. But I still have a way that works for me, and anything I want to share that I CAN share, I will still tell you about. Don’t worry. - lately there have been several articles of anti-LYN material floating around, but Ning-ge really thinks there’s no need for it. “We’re all in the same industry, why can’t we just lower our heads and pass each other without confrontation?” - someone says it’s bc the media/gossip blogs are trying to leech of LYN’s fame. LYN: What fame do I have? Who am I, even? Please don’t say that I have any fame or that anyone is trying to ride my coat-tails. I don’t have fame and I only ride other people’s coat-tails. XD C: But the media accounts are all saying you’re “hot”. LYN: There’s different categories of “hot” too- the bad kind and the good kind. Usually you won’t hear about the good kind.

- won’t be on Chinese Restaurant 6 bc he truly has no time [t/n: looks like Chen Linong and Yin Zheng will be regulars though!]

- says that there are definitely people who will say he’s not taking his drama roles seriously, but to defend himself clarifies that he has already done a script reading with the whole cast of YNGS twice while he was still in Hengdian. (Not counting the times he went over the script by himself.) He has already shared his thoughts with the director before he left, and also asked if the director had any points he wanted LYN to work on while he was in Chengdu, to which the director had no requests to make of him, other than “Come back on time.” So he’s already made the appropriate preparations. - comments on how for a guzhuang drama the wig is the most important for actors- someone will look good in one drama while looking bad in another one, and it’s because of the wig. LYN: For the next drama I’ll need FOUR wigs, and I spent a total of two whole days helping to prep for those. This drama has a high standard for their wigs, and not only that but mine in particular really needs a lot of hair. Not because I have a lot of hair, but because I’m tall and the hair has to be even longer to accommodate. I was sitting there for four hours (each wig) letting the hair artist fix the wigs, to match the shape of my face and patch hair- if there were three strands missing they would add three. If the top was missing two strands, they would add two to the top. Very detailed. So now I have two done and when I get back we’ll get to work on the other two.

- amusing the notion of getting together with some production companies to agree on a livestream set-up where he can go to some different drama crews filming around Hengdian and just... drop in on them to see the set and interview the directors and actors, etc. They could do one or two different drama crews a week. LYN: I think it would be fun. C: Do you have time, though? Mr. Male Lead? LYN: Uh.. Eh! Who told you I was male lead? I’m not worthy! LYN: I can try it, but I have to collaborate with the production companies. It’s not like I can do it just because I want to. Some are under wraps and it’s a complicated process where there needs to be negotiations, like whether the crew is willing to even let me check them out. C: ZSX is in Hengdian. LYN: He is, and it’s fine if I go to see him, but his crew might have a different opinion. Anyway, it’s a fun idea. C: I’m already eating this “pie (in the sky)”. LYN: Eat first, don’t go hungry. Whether or not it’s a “good” pie or a “bad” pie, you’ll know later when you have an upset stomach or not. C: It SOUNDS fun. LYN: I think so too. I just want to do something no one else thinks of nor has the ability to do. I mean, who else would put down their own identity (as an actor) and go around to drop in and stream about other drama crews? No one else, probably. I think people shouldn’t think too highly of themselves, but must know where their value lies. C: Ning-ge, what about cameoing in every drama around Hengdian? LYN: You think I don’t have any other work to do?? I only said that as a joke- maybe one day when I can no longer find work I’ll see about the cameos, but I have my own roles to act so why should I cameo for other people?

C: Disney. LYN: Maybe when I have some time in the future I’ll have to try the Disney stream again. It’s a little inconvenient right now. I’m busy working! Maybe when I have some time off I will go to Disney and stream more often for you. I also have important things to do. My friends, you have to remember that my profession is as a singer and actor. Streaming is just my personal hobby. Someone said it earlier- some artists like racing, some like playing with skateboards, and exercising etc. But my hobby is to stream, but that doesn’t mean it’s my JOB (even though I /am/ pretty good at it).

C: Can you stop the stream earlier, I’m a little sleepy. LYN: What time is it, even? /checks his watch/ It’s only seven, how are you sleepy? There’s something wrong with my watch... /shakes his arm/ It’s broken! /shakes it again, pokes it/ Oh, it’s running. That scared me. LYN: You’re free to do what you want- if you’re sleepy then go to sleep. There’s no rule here that says you HAVE TO stay up, if you’re sleepy then go to sleep, because I know a lot of you have work or school tomorrow. But if you CAN stay up with me, do it. We can chat and you can listen to me blabber. Stay up if you can. Why? Because I only stream the one time a week. You can stand to stay up every once in a while, unless you have something really important to do.

- LYN is honestly tired of answering the “When is the concert happening?” question. C: I’m from overseas, so how do I get a ticket? LYN: I’m not even HOLDING A CONCERT yet what are you worried about getting a ticket for?? C: How much will tickets be? LYN: I’m not even holding it yet, how would I know how much the tickets will cost???? C: You can hold an online concert. LYN: I already talked about this- what other artists do and choose is their own business. But I won’t hold an online concert, because when I stream it practically IS an online concert. Even though I don’t sing that many songs, and the visuals aren’t that amazing. But I believe the best thing about a concert is the atmosphere when you’re there in person. If I just wanted to listen to someone sing, I would play their CD- and it would be perfect and clear. But at a concert you have the different nuances of a song sung live and the added bonus of screaming along with the other fans around you. // A couple years ago I had so many platforms contact me asking if I was interested in holding an online concert and I turned them all down. To me, if I hold an online concert, that just means I’m trying to trick you out of your money. To other people an online concert may be good enough but to me a concert must be held in person. C: Ning-ge, you can do one for free. LYN: ?! /laughs/ What you mean is you want me to hold an online concert, but not charge for it? I mean... it’s not like I can’t. People who know me know that I usually like to sing during my streams, and then singing at a big venue really makes no difference to me. ... You’re watching an online concert right now, friends. It’s just that the hair and makeup is a little lacking. But other than that, this is exactly the view from an online concert. Let me sing you a song, so you can know what it will feel like. I’m not even charging you for this, AND I closed the ability to send gifts. What else do you want from me?? LYN: Let me try a song, what do you want to hear? Something from my OSTs? I’ll give it a try and if I can’t do it (because of his cold) I will stop. It’s free anyway. LYN: Ling Yun Ji? Not that one. I’ll try Meng Hua. - /sings weakly/ LYN: LOL. Let me do it properly. C: If you can’t sing, then don’t. Don’t try to fool us! LYN: I was just testing it out, can’t you be nicer?? This is for free! Let’s do it! -- 梦华 (A Dream of Splendor OST)

- they were talking a few streams ago about fan ranking labels in weibo, and how there was only one grade (iron fan); weibo has taken their suggestions into consideration and created different ranking labels!

-- bathroom break #2 (Tactic 2: His friend had a baby and wants it to see LYN, so that it can grow up to look like him.)

- drinking a giant jug of orange juice, for the Vitamin C C: Ning-ge, is that millet porridge? LYN: How hungry must I be to have millet porridge while I stream??? - but the Northeast does have a porridge that he can’t remember the name of, made with corn flour. LYN: I used to have it a lot because my grandma would make it. We would eat a lot of taro and yams, she would steam them. I had a lot of potatoes and yams when I was little. - ends up talking about some foods LYN: Maybe I’ll get someone from home to send me some corn flour and I can make something for you to see. We’ll do a Food Stream. C: Another “pie in the sky”. LYN: Why are you like this? Everything I say is a “pie” first? [t/n: meaning easier said than done] There’s not even one bit of- hold on... Can we have some trust? Everything I say is a “pie”.... Where’s the trust? I was looking for a song called “Trust”... oh, here’s one. I don’t know how to sing it. LYN: How about this? Friends- I’m telling the truth. I really didn’t- “说谎 (Tell a Lie)”. So friends, please stop saying I’m making pies. One day I really will make that cooking stream for you. C: You can make a pie shop. LYN: /grumbles/ LYN: Someday when I get back to Hengdian, before the end of the year, I will fulfill this promise to you.

C: What day is “someday”?// Hope it happens before I die. LYN: Can you not be so negative? Last time I said I would do a stream when I was 60/70 and you all were saying that you’d be 80/90 by then. I have a lot of jiejie-fans. Don’t have such a negative outlook- it’s possible that when I’m 40 I won’t be able to bear it anymore and hold it then. We have to live with hope and anticipation for tomorrow. C: When you’re 60 I’ll be 40. LYN: .__. Are you 15 right now?? 12?? I don’t believe it, because on average my fans are around my age. They’re either my age or older/younger than me by just a little. I don’t have young fans because honestly my looks aren’t what younger girls are looking for. They don’t like my type... I’m not a flower boy. C: /telling their ages: 16, 15, 17, 18.../ C: Young girls like your type exactly. LYN: Really~? So does that mean in the eyes of young people, I also count as a “好男人 (Good Man)”? C: /someone called it greasy/cheesy/ LYN: That’s on purpose! I see that young people are into the “big brother” vibes, I thought that was what you liked. Am I wrong? You don’t like that? Ok, that’s fine. I can sing it normally, and you won’t feel like it’s greasy. Listen. - sings it again, “normally”

C: Jiujiu, hello. LYN: I’m not your uncle. My fans’ kids usually call me Ning -jiujiu. Because they know me from their mom’s side. [t/n: instead of calling him Ning -shushu.]

C: Ning-ge, do you have male fans? LYN: I’m sure I do but their numbers are probably on the smaller side. I believe that men who really like me are the “dragons amongst people”. C: Then what about female fans? LYN: We were talking about my male fans, why are you asking about female fans... If men are the “dragons” then I guess women are the “phoenixes”, right? What else do you want me to say?? C: My husband is a fan of your songs. LYN: Thank you. Thank your husband. I don’t know if I should call him my jie-fu or my mei-fu, but for someone to call themselves a fan of my songs, I am still very happy. C: What are male fans called? LYN: They’re not called anything- “dragons amongst people” right? So next time I see a male fan, all I have to do is call him “Long-ge”. - his female fans are called “Peng-Fei”, and not “Feng-jie” as the previous logic would suggest

LYN: If you’re sleepy, go to sleep. You don’t need to tell me.

C: Can you not have the face-slimming feature on? LYN: It’s not on- that high. :| Just a little bit, because due to how the video is displayed it will make your face look a little bigger. So it’s on just a bit- but I have never adjusted the settings. It’s always been the same. C: Turn it off, let me see. LYN: You must be sick, why would I do that. You all always want me to turn off my filters. It’s really not on that high. Only 15/100. C: Turn it to 100, let’s see. LYN: Okay, this is 100. My whole shape changed. - talking about his filter settings, but won’t turn them off because he still has an image to maintain (for his brand collaborations) XD

C: People who’ve seen you in person all say you’re handsome. LYN: :) If they don’t, they’ll get hit. People can say that I’m ugly online because I can’t get to them, but if one day someone says it to my face- do you think I’ll hit them or not?

- the latter half of The Truth is very surprising, so you can stand to check it out :)) LYN: By the end of filming I was in a daze. [t/n: not sure if because he was tired or because of the unexpected twists, maybe both.]

C: What did you do on your breaks when you were young? LYN: Do you mean to say that I’m not young anymore? What do you mean “What did you do ... when you were YOUNG?” Am I old now? But you probably mean on breaks from school. I’m not like you- I didn’t go to college. When I finished junior high, I went directly to cooking school. What did I do on breaks though? What all young people do- I went around to internet cafes and played games. C: No wonder you like to stay up all night. LYN: Exactly! A lot of people might thing this wasn’t the right thing to do, that you’re wasting the highlight of your youth away. But at the time you have no other choice, because there are no other choices to make or you aren’t clear on what you’re “supposed” to be doing. I think if this period of time made you happy, it’s enough. You might be clueless and lost right now, but later you’ll figure out what it is you want to do. - Talking about what games he played back then; but also he really likes gaming and will check out whatever’s new. - Says that if he couldn’t beat his opponent, he would get into the chat and start cursing them out XD But now he’s grown up and knows better, so that’s why he wants to teach his fans how to be kind and polite now. If you really want him to curse you out though, I’m sure he’d do it fluently. Amends his comment to say that more than cursing, he would frustrate his opponent in the chat, just annoy them to death XD - Had a game account-for which he bought a lot of skins/equipment for- and later wanted to sell (for much cheaper than his initial investment, but some money was better than nothing). The person he was selling to wanted to check it out first, so he let them. They logged in, changed the password, and started trashing all the equipment for the avatar that he had bought and stole all his gold and potions (and also didn’t pay him for the account in the first place). LYN was able to recover the account and the items, but it took some time. - In the end the account was tricked away by him from a different person LYN: That’s why I’ll never try to sell one of my gaming accounts again. It’s not worth the anger and my high blood pressure. C: This story sounds a little fake... LYN: If it were fake then why would I spend so much time talking about it?? It’s a true story. I didn’t tell you this story to show you how naive I am, I told it to you so you can remember that I hold a grudge. I was well and truly tricked. // So now I’d rather my money was spent for nothing than ever try to sell an account again. - /plays a gentler song at request/ C: You could have reported the account. LYN: It was too late.

- he’s used to staying up late into the night bc for many years working in a bar, it was his regular schedule to get off at 12:30a, and then after getting home, washing up, and eating it would already be 4-5 in the morning. when he’s in a drama crew his schedule gets a little more “normal” because it requires him to get up very early in the morning, so he is unable to stay up all night. LYN: I don’t WANT to be able to stay up all night. I also want to be healthy and have a regular sleep schedule, but my previous work just made it so that I am unused to what is “regular”. I don’t know if some of you have parents who’ve worked in some factory? There are usually the morning, afternoon, and night shifts. It’s not like they get a choice, that’s just the way their job works. C: Cram schools are like this too. LYN: Right. See? Who really WANTS to stay up all night? That’s just the way life is- some jobs require you to stay up all night. Who doesn’t wish for a nice work schedule, and a day off on Saturday and Sunday? When I worked in customer service, there were no such thing as holidays and weekends. So if you’re currently in school and are later able to find a regular job with a M-F workweek, S-S off, and a break for the holidays then you’re very fortunate.

-- happy new year

- someone comments on his hairline LYN: When I was shooting for The Long Ballad- it was the only time- the makeup artist trimmed away this bit of my hairline, so they would have an easier time gluing the wig on. I thought everyone would have to do it, so I agreed. Later I found out that no one else did it, and all they really had to do was glue the hairline a little lower. Glue it a little lower and then it would make your face look smaller, too. I thought about it and yeah, they were right. It’s grown back a little now, though. But after the stylist cut my hair I had a bunch of product photo shoots, and the collab studio kept looking at the photos we were taking and always thought there was something weird about them. The hairline didn’t look quite right. I thought so too and had my stylist fix try to fix it, but it turned out that no matter how they tried to fix it, it still looked weird. LYN: That’s what you slowly learn through trial and error. When I was shooting The Long Ballad it was my first guzhuang and I really didn’t know how much an impact the look of a wig would have on one’s appearance. But Hao Du was mostly wearing that hat, so it didn’t really matter where they ended up gluing the wig. After I shot Heroes I finally understood the importance of the wig. When you watch it sometimes you’ll think someone looks ugly in one scene and fine in another. I’m telling you- a large part of it is because of the wig. I’m not joking. It’s so important. LYN: Now I have experience, so I can tell when it needs a better comb. I beg the hairstylist to comb through it and make it look smoother. I’m not like before when I thought nothing of it- just because I didn’t want to cause trouble and have anyone talk about me behind my back. I didn’t know that doing that was a little foolish of me. You need to have requests. I was too careful at the start but if you have requests that are within reason, people have no reason to refuse. I didn’t know that, but now I do. The problem here is that it’s your own problem if you didn’t know and also your own problem if you come out looking ugly when the drama airs; because no one is going to be blaming the hair/makeup stylist. You can only blame yourself for being ugly and having no requests. LYN: I know better now, and can beg the hair/makeup stylists to help me out. I won’t blame them for it- I will say that I myself am ugly and need them to help make me more presentable.

-- bathroom break #3 (the final stretch)

LYN: I’ll wish everyone a happy new year again. I don’t know how many new years you’ve spent with me now. But I will wish for your growth. LYN: Honestly, how many artists do you know who stay up past 12am to stream? How much do you think I must love streaming?? Tell me how many people can pull it off. Let me tell you, it’s normal for young people nowadays to stay up all night. They sleep pretty late. There are some out there who have only just gotten up. LYN: Who else can sit here and just chat for four hours? I’m even impressed by myself. Not because I’m proud of myself, but because I need to give myself some support so that I can continue to keep doing this. Sometimes you need to give yourself the satisfaction. I’m happy to be able to give my fans a one-of-a-kind experience in chasing stars. Others like to have an air of mystery to them, but not me- I’m really just here to chat. C: My Ning-ge is a real chatterbox. LYN: Friends, please don’t think the the Streamer version of me is the real me. Honestly in real life I don’t talk this much. I have social anxiety. I’m like a lot of you- bold online but small and timid in real life. C: Are you more of the cold type? LYN: I’m not cold- it’s just that when I don’t smile I don’t look very.. nice. [t/n: he’s got a resting bitch face XD] I’m not a cold person but when I don’t smile I might look it.. I look fake or... not a nice person. C: Looking for a beating? LYN: Why did you have to go there?? LYN: Anyway, it’s probably because my eyes are small and I have mono-lids, so I look.. not as naive. But people with big eyes and double eyelids look sweet and innocent. My eyes look like they have a story. C: How about double-eyelid tape then? LYN: Some people are suited for it and some people aren’t. I really tried it, in the past. I was going to shoot a drama and the makeup artist suggested it. I looked scary, so ever since then I never used the tape again. I’m happy as is.

C: Ning-ge, your face is looking a little oily, do you want to wipe it? LYN: No. I’m going for a dewy look. I will use the oil in place of water. So I look shiny and bright.

C: You talked so much that your nasal tone doesn’t sound as heavy. LYN: Actually it’s still there, you’re just used to the sound because you’ve been listening to me all night.

- since they were on the topic of the sound of his voice, wanted to talk a little about his Cang Lan Jue donghua voice acting as Jiu Yuan, but decided against it. - doesn’t use the posture corrector anymore, and also won’t comment on its effectiveness XD

C: Can we see your sixteen-pack? LYN: Am I Wu Kong? I’ve heard of 6-pack and 8-pack but never 16-pack. What is that? Two people combined?? Honestly, each person’s physique is different. Some people are born with the ability to have 8-packs and some are born with 6. I’m the type with 6- if I were able to even make them appear. It’s just like with wisdom teeth- some are born with 1, some 2, some all 4. C: How many packs do you have now? LYN: How many? No matter how you count, it’s going to be six. It’s just six that you can’t see right now. C: One big pack. LYN: I’m not that bad. Actually, I don’t really have a gut. After I watched UN I swore to myself I wouldn’t have such a “rich” stomach again. I want to maintain my youthful figure. So I was able to get that belly fat away and am working on the abs. You can see them a little but they are not very well defined. LYN: With abdominal muscles, you will always more or less have them if you’re thin enough. Some people have never worked out, but they’re thin enough so you can see their muscles. I’m not at the point of “thin” so I have to work out. It’s alright. There’s no rush. Wait for the year’s end. You can forget about seeing anything right now. - hasn’t really weighed himself lately, because weight doesn’t really matter. it’s more of a difference of fat vs muscle. - someone says he has been misinformed. LYN: You have to make the effort to understand [any topic]. I only share what I know, what I learned, even though what I say might be wrong. But I did look this up, so let’s not pretend to know about something when you don’t. - discussing the theory of being unafraid because you don’t know how scary the world really is. LYN: Why were people in the past so happy? Because they didn’t have the internet and know what “short videos” are. Because they didn’t know how anyone else was living. The internet is too vast now. People used to be happy making 3k a month. Now even 6k is not enough, because you know how well other people are getting along. People know TOO MUCH now, so they are no longer as happy, comparatively. - ignorance is bliss. - it’s not good to know nothing, but equally as bad to know everything. :|

- talking about his Ford Mustang, bc the internet will try to trick you into believing that cars under a certain price point are all crap :p - people will sacrifice their legs to look cool driving a sports car XD - if you want to know what it feels like to drive a sports car, sit in a large tub and hold a smaller tub as a steering wheel. LYN: I don’t drive sports cars, but when I have time I will go to the 4S dealership to check them out. I don’t buy anything, I’m just there for the experience. I never test drive because I’m afraid of putting a scratch on the car. But I sit in it and listen to the sound of the engine while I sit in my tub. After I get a bottle of sparkling water I’ll leave. That’s what I usually do when I head back to Beijing. C: Have you been to the 4S in Chengdu? LYN: I haven’t yet, I don’t have the time. There really haven’t been any new models out lately that I want to experience. I heard about the Ferarri SUV, but there’s no test model yet. Later I want to try sitting in it and check it out. - talking about stick shift vs automatic C: I can’t find a tub, so I can’t experience the sports car. LYN: If you can’t find one go buy one. You can look up the sound of the engine of whatever model car you like and play it while you sit in the tub, too. C: My legs are long, a normal tub won’t do. LYN: I’m not talking about the big tubs you use to take a bath, I’m talking about a normal sized one where only your butt fits. Your legs need to stick out so you can step on the pedals! LYN: The seat is shaped like a bucket, and even the seats wrap you in, so that when you make a turn you’re not sliding around everywhere. They’re designed so that you can’t move, so that you stay in your seat. It wouldn’t be good if you made a turn and flew into the passenger’s seat. You’d be done for. C: People who are too fat can’t drive a sports car then, huh? LYN: It doesn’t matter. I don’t think it does. As long as you want to drive it, you will find a way to. C: Can the seats be customized? LYN: Do you think I work in a showroom?? Are you trying to commission a car from me? I don’t work in a dealership but I can tell you that nearly everything that goes into a luxury vehicle you can customize including color, seating, fabric, texture, even the STITCHING. If you bought a 5M sports car and wanted them to install a bucket for a seat, they’d do it for you. Whether you actually sit in it is your own business. -- LYN: I used to have a friend who was able to drive all sorts of cars. I was chatting to him about which cars were good and when we got to Lamborghini-s he said they were just ok. Such a cool car! What was wrong with it? They don’t have air conditioning, and for the models that do they don’t work well. I guess that is a problem... but if you’re driving a Lambo are you going to care about whether the weather is hot or not?? That’s a prime opportunity to roll the windows down. C: You really don’t care? LYN: I don’t know about you, but if it were me I really wouldn’t care. If it were hot I could roll the window down and rest my arm on the door. Wouldn’t that be cool? C: Makeup’s ruined. // Wig will go flying. LYN: LOL. LYN: I’m not trying to purposely diss Lamborghini or anything, that’s just what I was told. Maybe my friend’s AC was broken.

LYN: When’s the next time I’ll stream? I don’t even know exactly. So that’s all the more reason to subscribe to my weibo and it will notify you the next time I stream. LYN: Thank you all for coming to watch my stream, even if it was just for a short while. Thank you for your support and company. Thank you Weibo, for your support and the fans for the trending topic. LYN: I want to wish everyone a wonderful and relaxing night. It was great to have you. I’ll see you the next time~ Good night!

#Liu Yuning #lyn livestream #(4:33:19)#caught a cold - and how it affects his acting #what is being 'worthy'#life lessons with ning-ge #ugh socializing #muscleman lyn #some Be Your Own Light chat #mentions doing some streams where he jst goes around to the different drama crews in hengdian #some chat about gaming #(and getting cheated)#the importance of a well placed wig #car chat #[oop this took a while. he's already done a next one: 5 hours]

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[5:58 am]

“Baby?” You called out. You wrapped the blanket around yourself as you stepped into the living room and caught sight of Donghyuck on the couch. In almost the exact same position you had seen him in six hours ago. Six hours ago when he told you to go to bed because you had fallen asleep on the couch and while he was still up playing video games.

“Why are you up so early, my love?” He asked, arms extended for a hug after he set aside his game controller.

You plopped into his lap, snuggling in closer to his warmth mumbling sleepily about how you had slept enough already and just missed him. He pulled you in tighter, random exclamations of how cute you are coming with every sudden rock of his body. “You’re so warm my baby, and so cuddly when you’re sleepy. I wish you were like this all the time.” He tells you with a smirk while he returns to his game.

In the next ten or so minutes you press light kisses to his neck, holding him tight as he tries to squirm away from you.

“Alright my precious baby, I’m done playing. Are you hungry?” He asked as he stood up, helping you settle onto your feet while he pulled the blanket around himself as well.

You both shuffled to the kitchen slowly, pulling out the packets of food and the pot to cook in. You both watched the water boil while your head rested on his shoulder and his head atop yours. It was quiet but comforting. This wasn’t something that either of you got to do very often- spend time together with no worries about the outside world. No worrying about having to be somewhere at a certain time, having to worry about going to bed or waking up a certain time, you loved this.

When the food was done, Donghyuck slipped out from the blanket and took the food to the table. He took the seat beside you and wrapped himself in the blanket once again. “Thank you for the food,” you quietly told him before you placed a kiss on his lips.

He smiled with an exaggerated shudder, lightly bumping his shoulder with yours, “How is it that your body is so warm except your lips? Your kisses are ice cold, baby.”

You slurped up the noodles with a shrug of your shoulders. He chuckled as he slurped up his own food, he loved sharing this time with you too.

When you both finished eating and cleaned up your mess you both settled onto the couch, cuddling once again. It wouldn’t be much longer until one of the other guys was up and interrupted your soft morning. You both laid beside each other, you traced over the slope of his nose, over his cheeks, through his hair, placing tiny, barely-there kisses on the moles on his face and neck. Through it all, Donghyuck finally began to feel sleepy, his eyes struggling to stay open, every blink slower and longer than the last. Until finally he gave in and fell asleep.

Your head laid on his chest, rising and falling with every breath that he took. The sound of Donghyuck’s calm and even breathing lulling you to sleep again, stomach full and heart full.

“Did they sleep on the couch all night?” Doyoung whispered,

“No, Hyuck was up all night playing his games on the tv out here until an hour ago when they thought they were so quiet making food.” Taeyong glared. Oops.

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i-need-air · 3 years

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Hybrid!AU Wolf!Bakugou Katsuki HCs Part 2.

Summary: Part 2 is here! While in part 1 it was mostly adoption and how he'd behave with you as a roommate, part two is him ✨ realizing things ✨ followed by how he'd be in a romantic relationship.

Word Count: 2k words [ oops, I did it again ]

Notes: So I said it'll be out in a few days but three [3] people asked me for part 2 and I'm a sucker soooooooo!! I could've just written a long ass fic but whatever, I thought I'd make it shorter in headcanons... hah lol right. Enjoy!

Part 1 here!

× he's a wild wolf so he's very active; like you need to understand he needs to go outside if not he'd get impatient, more aggressive, snappy, so once you took him on an easy hiking trail near your house and he loved it so once or twice a month you both go together to different places [ he demands it ]

× it's hard to keep up with him bc he's literally genetically engineered to be better than any very fit human being but he slows down for you

× morning runs at 5 a.m. bc he's insane

× is also a grandpa

× watched all documentaries on any streaming platform you could provide to him, also loves reading

× as months pass and you start to have your routine in order, word comes to you that an acquaintance is looking for a security guard at his mechanical shop two streets away from your house

× you casually mentioned it to Bakugou because he was starting to act anxious whenever you'd leave the house, so you assumed he was extra bored

× seriously, the house was spotlessly cleaned, he cooked amazingly and was occupied with your old laptop and going around the city to explore, but you guessed he wanted more independence?

× little did you know you were right but so wrong lol

× so Bakugou stared at you intensely and asked "Where?"

× it was as easy as telling him the location, him nodding and you thought he'd consider it; you didn't put any pressure on him because he already did so much to help around anyway

× well guess what bitch, next day he comes up to you saying you gotta co-sign his contract [cuz fuck society] meaning he got the job

× he was perfect for it because tall, intimidating, muscular wolf guy? who'd even mess with him? do they have a death wish?

× well, even before this he started to be... soft

× but once you really did show him you support whatever he wants to do, you give him his freedom and liberty of choice, he just reaaally changes, man

× he gets touchy, like his hands stay one second longer on your skin, he uses any excuse to have them on you, even his eyes follow you everywhere

× like c'mon, it's obvious but you didn't wanna put too much thought into it because we're respectful here

× not like you had a big fat crush on him and slowly started to realize it too

× sike bitch he knows

× you think his super-hearing didn't catch the way your heartbeat spikes up every single time he touches you? *please*

× i think he knows before you know

× meanwhile he is working to discover his feelings too

× so your relationship slowly turns into a couple's like relationship but without anything official and of course no kissing or such [ sadly ]

× would get jealous easily

× basically because nothing is talked between you two and deep down is insecure

× why the hell do you smell like other people? was it just a hug or something else? hell, why would you even hug people when he's right there??? just ask and don't touch some extras????

× another thing he does is getting very close to you while you talk to somebody else; scoffs and glares at them too

× ok so!! gifts! he really appreciates any gift you give him but scolds you if you do because you genuinely don't need to do that

× of course he just scolds you and calls you an idiot so I do hope you already learned his language

× it basically means that you shouldn't have done it, he's really grateful but seriously you shouldn't have

× like that one time you saved up money to get him a good computer and he forgot how to speak for like an hour

× the softest thank you ever afterwards

× still sounded rough but he was shocked as fuck

× one thing that remained in your brain were his friends, as sometimes he'd mention them

× so you took it upon yourself to find them, of course with his permission

× gets genuinely overwhelmed and plays it off saying he wouldn't mind knowing where those idiots ended but you didn't miss the way his voice trembled

× for you to find them you needed names and any information he could provide so that's when he, after a long silence and a mesmerized look on his face, started really talking about his life

× which was fucked; won't get much into detail but he was indeed in a fighting ring, people came and bet on whoever was stronger, he even had to fight his friends, everything was filled with abuse and their conditions were subhuman...

× just overall awful

× you couldn't help but hug him tight, feeling him shake in your arms

× with a hesitant voice he asked if you really did think there was a chance to find them

× just couldn't believe how amazing he felt in your arms

× or how your determination that night made his heart clench and took a big weight off his shoulders

× anywho;;;; after his first paycheck he takes you out on cute dates

× never calls them that, just demands you dress up [helps you out cuz boy got style] and takes you to a nice coffee shop or something

× AND on your fifth not date cuz you're not official but there's this weird tension between you date he finally kinda s n a p s

× you honestly didn't expect the waiter to flirt with you, he came out as very pushy and even if you were a lil uncomfortable you smiled and brushed it off

× when the waiter suggested giving you his number the sandy blond hybrid growled

× which i shit you not made the whole coffee shop freeze

× and you froze too

× but neither of you could say anything because the oblivious fuck kept talking

× basically joking about how you should keep your pet in a leash, to which you got up, threw some money on the table, grabbed Bakugou by the hand and leave before he'd rip someone's head off

× it only took you to touch Bakugou's arm to calm him down as he followed behind you wordlessly

× so you stood outside, angry, deep red eyes on your figure

× and silence

× his hand still in yours

× it was warm and amazing and you felt angry but your heart was beating loudly; angry at the waiter that you wanted to go full Karen on and get fired but excited because that growl shook you to the core, as if you could tell it was territorial and it was because of that pig flirting with you and did Bakugou Katsuki just lace his fingers with you?!

× "Oi." he interrupted your thoughts

× he turned your frame towards him and pulled you [kinda harshly] into him

× you'd make a comment about it but brain empty, just Bakugou Katsuki blushing

× "You're mine, you get it?"

× skdjflglykshs

× it sounded like he asked but it was a demand so oops you're his now ok bye

× like I said, boy isn't dumb so he lowkey knew you felt something too

× legit from there on he's just soft as fuck

× has a hard time opening up but visibly tries for you

× still continues to be a pain in the ass, Bakugou Style, but with a loving teasing attitude behind it

× his eyes give him away all the time

× they shine whenever you're in his field of view so congrats because, and this is the best part:

× WOLVES MATE FOREVER 💕💓💞💗💝💟

× oh yeah, he's yours, no takebacks

× he isn't one to half-ass the relationship; you're his now and he'll do anything for you

× big time touch starved it hurts

× because he is shy

× so whenever you introduce him to hand holding and cuddles, he can't get enough

× not big on PDA [ and not recommended since human-hybrid relationships are kiiiinda frowned upon but it's getting better ]

× although at home it's another deal

× seriously cuddle him; he's big into the protector vibe so he's a big spoon almost exclusively unless it's to sleep on top of you

× speaking of! accept that even if your relationship isn't that intimate, he'd still hint about sleeping together in the same bed

× so you better catch on when he does because he'll just click his tongue and call you needy

× while dragging you to bed

× sleeps holding you, his nose in your hair or in the crook of your neck

× unless it's summer then stay on your side 💅

× you know those kisses that just scream "I can't get enough of you"? that's his whole kissing vibe in a sentence

× hell, even the gentlest kiss gives that vibe away and it'll 100% leave you breathless

× doesn't have experience but is a very fast learner

× pays very close attention to your body language

× really into biting your skin enough to leave marks

× wear his hoodies

× no, I'm fucking serious, wear them now

× his chest puffs and he turns into a blushing mess when you do it the first times because his scent is on you

× scenting is a big thing for him so of course he's gonna love it

× 10x more territorial because now he has a mate to protect

× jealous but trusts you

× still very jealous though

× let's all pretend he is definitely not scenting you before you go out because it's in his nature and it is embarrassing

× the first time he tells you he loves you it's when he's feeling vulnerable

× the search for his friends is still on-going, he feels less than adequate as a providing mate, is pissed at the world for treating him like an inferior animal when they created him, everything is piled on his shoulders and whenever than happens he closes off

× you notice immediately

× will not tell you at first

× it's only when you go to bed and he turns his back to you when you really know it's bad

× even if you fought before, he'd angrily snuggle you at night-time

× now it's so different

× hug him, whisper sweet nothings in his ear, pull a blanket all over you both and big spoon him, he'd start shaking and talking in no time

× will hide his tears from you but you'd know

× "You're the best fucking thing that happened to me, [Y/N]... I—... Shit... I love you so much."

× neither of you slept that night

× excuse you? drink some water and pray to jesus;;; you talked about feelings, ok? communication is key in a relationship, puh-lease

× [ i have this whole nsfw hcs post already cookin in my brain so maybe I'll make it happen cuz y'all know he has a mating season and all that comes with it 👀 ]

× back to being children of jesus here

× thanks the moon, the heavens and all the gods for putting you in his life; boy didn't believe in destiny but deep down he thinks you were meant to be

× you still better wash the dishes or you'll get your ass kicked.

Extra:

× you did find some of his friends, little by little, and even if he acted nonchalant, like k das cool, it was obvious he was extremely happy

× so they did get adopted too

× you got in contact with them on social media and they were all very excited about meeting

× so it was a chaotic meeting with a dog hybrid called Kirishima and a mouse like vibrat yellow guy called Kaminari

× they all were looking for Bakugou too since they were very worried about where he ended

× Kirishima shed manly tears when seeing Bakugou

× as they instantly welcomed you in their small group, they informed you both that the majority of the squad was adopted and they're in contact, while they're still actively looking for the others

× cue to the softest expression you've seen on Bakugou in public followed by "That's good"

× silence

× shock and silence

× Kaminari turning to you and whispering "You did this" with a hand on his heart, lips trembling as he wiped an imaginary tear

× insert instantly snappy Bakugou

× when everyone laughed and continued to make plans to meet up with the others, he just looked at you conversing with them, soft expression again on his features and his chest warming

× "Oh! Look, he's doing it again! Quick, take a pictur—"

× "SHINE!"

#bakugou katsuki x reader #noirewrites #hybrid!bakugou #hybrid!au #bakugou x reader #bakugou headcanons #bnha x reader

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theunstuffedpepper · 2 years

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I saw this side-by-side comparison showing how a person’s organs move around to make room for baby and just.. wow. Our bodies are incredible.

I got the Moderna booster on Monday! Aside from a sore arm and a persistent headache, the side effects for me weren’t too bad. I also had some serious fatigue and nausea, but I’m so used to living with those things, I don’t know if it’s the pregnancy or the booster. 🤷🏻‍♀️ I took some Tylenol finally yesterday because that headache was kicking my ass. I typically try to take nothing while I’m pregnant, but it is what it is. I needed it. I also signed off work at 5:01pm knowing I was leaving some things for myself for the next day, but I just couldn’t do it anymore. Such exhaustion.

After falling asleep on the couch yesterday by 8pm, I just gave in to it and was tucked in bed at 8:30. I slept like a damn rock (thank you, pep and b!) and I feel so much more refreshed this morning.

Christmas update (warning - this may get long and ranty!): we had decided on sleeping at my MIL’s house while we’re in NJ over the holiday rather than sleeping at my parents’. We stay at my parents’ house every year and this year has been particularly hard for my MIL, so we thought she could use the company. My mom did not take that well (as expected) when I told her over the phone. Even after we hung up, several hours later, I got a one-word text from her: “Wow.” …really? This doesn’t need to be so dramatic. Needless to say, I didn’t answer.

Two nights ago, I missed a call from my mom and she left a voicemail about Christmas Eve timing. I ended up working til I went to bed, basically, so I didn’t call back. Last night my mom asks me to call her because she’s fretting over Christmas Eve timing, still, for who knows what reason. I call and tell her it doesn’t matter to us. She then also informs me that my brother, his girlfriend, and his girlfriend’s 7yo daughter were uninvited from a big family get-together on Sunday, the day after Christmas. Immediately I knew it was because they’re the only ones not vaccinated and the word “good” popped out of my mouth. Oops. “What did you just say? Good??” …yeah. Again, oops. But I explained that I also am not comfortable with it and if they make the decision (or indecision) to not get vaccinated, they have to also understand that it is going to make some people uncomfortable.

My mom then goes on a rant about my brother and his girlfriend getting COVID in august and according to her google research, antibodies from being infected last 8 months, so he’s “more protected than she is right now!” since she got vaxxed back in March and hasn’t bothered to get boosted. I just cannot with these conversations, y’all. I can’t. My brother is diabetic, and that’s why he says he doesn’t wanna get vaxxed. If anything, that makes him immunocompromised and he had even more reason to get vaxxed before rolling the dice, deciding to just “wait and see”, and then get COVID at a concert. Of course because it wasn’t a severe case it only reinforces his (and my mom’s) ignorance. “It was barely a cold!” I told my mom to tell that to the hundreds of thousands of (sometimes perfectly healthy) people who ended up on ventilators or worse. She must regret asking me to call, huh? 😁

At this point, I’m already so done, guys. Oh, and ALSO. My aunt and cousin are sick with what my mom says is “phlarengitis” - whether she means laryngitis or pharyngitis, I don’t know, and it doesn’t much matter. They’re hosting the family get-together on Sunday so now we have to decide whether to go. Of course we’re leaning heavily toward no, but it’s breaking my heart, because it’s the only time for quite a while that I’ll get to see my grandmother who is visiting from Florida, and might be the only chance for her to meet pep. I also was stoked for my aunt and uncle to meet him, which they haven’t yet. This situation is so, so frustrating and depressing. I could scream.

After all that, I’m trying my darndest to still enjoy pep’s first Christmas as much as we possibly can. I wanna make great memories with him and see him rip into his presents. We’re going to make the best of it.. it just may look different than we had hoped.

I hope you all are dealing with less Christmas/holiday drama than this, although I know this stupid virus affects us all. Today’s my last working day until Tuesday, so time to get to it.

#no reblogs please #momblr #christmas drama #covid rant #booster #122221 #operationkay10

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bitchassbucky · 3 years

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.exe

Word Count: 2.4k

Warning/s: stalkers, bucky being a creepo, reader being a creepo. dark!IT!bucky x dark!reader :-) female & male masturbation, voyeurism (i think), cyber crimes being committed.

A/N: this is my birthday gift to @babyboibucky <3 to my boo, I love you and you have a special place in my heart. this is gonna be a multi-part thing, it's too long to be considered as a one-shot, oops.

please enjoy! :D

follow the CTRL series:

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ii - .avi

iii - .raw

iv - .png

v - .zip

CTRL playlist

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4:49 PM

Just 11 more minutes until he can pack his bags up for the weekend.

One new ticket - URGENT

Goddamn it.

Bucky pulled his earphones out in annoyance, just another office idiot who doesn’t know how to print A4 sheets. If the office were to be held hostage and printing out was the only thing that can save them, half of the floor would be dead.

The new name caught his eye, Y/N Y/L. A new hire, it seems like.

Subject: One new ticket - URGENT

Hi, this is Y/N, employee number 0008675309. I’m new here and was told to send a ticket for the equipment request.

Thank you and have a great weekend!

Oh, Bucky’s gonna have a great weekend indeed. Out of pure curiosity, he’s already pulled up your employee file. A cute smile to a cute name. His annoyance dispersing already, just by thinking of ways how he can spend time with you.

Hey, Y/N! Bucky types into the text field, Welcome to the company. I’m Bucky and I got assigned to help you get settled. Do you prefer having a desktop or a laptop? I’ve attached a form in this thread, send it to me once you’re done.

Have an awesome weekend too!

As much as he hates sending out chirpy emails, he can’t help but to smile when you immediately send a reply back.

Thanks, Bucky! So sorry for sending in the request super late. Got caught up with the onboarding. Is it okay if I use my laptop until we can get a unit to my place? PC or laptop is fine with me.

Best,

Y/N

Bucky fights off another smile, rubbing his hand over his stubbled cheek as he carefully types out a reply. Unlike other days, he doesn’t mind staying beyond 5 PM today. It’s not like he has other plans for his Friday night.

No worries, Y/N. He’s already loving your name. Happy to help!

Do you have your laptop with you? I can set it up before you go home for the weekend. I can probably send in the ticket to the guys so you can have your work equipment next week.

His deft fingers are dancing over his mechanical keyboard, clacking away while the clock ticks closer to the weekend.

A ping, another reply from you. You’re new, you’re still excited to make friends in the office. If you only knew how stupid they are, though.

Yeah! I have it on me right now. I actually work on the same floor, I can drop it off there right now.

Bucky glances around his office, looking for any reflective surface he can check himself on. He runs his hand through his hair, taming any stubborn locks that fell out of his low bun. His shirt hangs just right against his huge frame, his pants hugging his figure, accentuating his silhouette even more.

Just as the clock ticks 5:00, a soft knock raps against his door, “come in!”

You are cuter, prettier in person. Your perfume hits his nose and he’s floored—metaphorically.

“Mr. Barnes,” you say, your demeanor somewhat meek and shy. Well, of course, you are. Your frame is nothing against the hunk of the man who just stood up to greet you.

“Bucky.” He prompts, smiling. You reciprocated the smile, but you really weren’t sure what to expect. Maybe a scrawny little dude mousing away on a keyboard?

“Bucky, thank you so much for doing this. I know you’d rather get off of work since it’s Friday and all.”

He hums, taking your laptop in his hands. You notice the rings adorning his fingers—complementing his tanned skin tone and—it’s not appropriate to stare at a stranger’s hand.

Heat creeps up your face as he turns to look at the stickers stuck to your laptop, “you know, I like this band.” Bucky says, pointing to an old sticker, he carefully sets down your laptop on his workstation.

“They’re great,” you muse, taking a seat on a plastic chair by the door.

You take a gander around his small office. There was nothing out of the ordinary but the big black server blinking at the back, so why do you feel trapped?

“Sorry about the temp, we have to keep the room cold for the server in the back,” Bucky explains, noticing how your arms are crossed over your chest. The skirt you’re wearing isn’t doing you any better too.

You stammer out an it’s okay with a small smile.

Bucky worked on your computer quietly, using a USB stick to load all the applications you need to set up a temporary work account on your laptop. After a few minutes, he beckoned you to come here. You scoot over to his desk, rolling the chair forward and beside him. Not too close though.

“So, this note has all your generated passwords. Type those into the app when you first log in, then you can change it if you want to.” Bucky explains, the cursor idles on the screen. He tries not to get too close to you, to give you personal space. It’s a professional workplace after all.

“This app,” he drags a window, pulling up an application, “tracks your hours and your keystrokes. It’s company-mandated because managers want to micro-manage their people, I guess.” Bucky shrugs, his disdain showing through his voice. His tone shifting lower than what you’d expected.

“Sorry, I just hate their new protocol,” his face and voice softening as he looks at you, “it’s a total privacy breach if you ask me.”

You’d normally disagree but something tells you that maybe he’s got a point. Your breath hitched in your throat as he leans closer as if to whisper something, “this note right here? It’s a nifty thing, a little script so your computer doesn’t go to sleep when you’re away. It enables and disables your numlock pad so it counts as a keystroke.”

A smirk finds its place on your face, “well, that’s…something, isn’t it?”

Never in your life would you find yourself flirting with a co-worker but there’s something about Bucky that made you excited. Interested. Intrigued.

Bucky nods, rolling his chair away to fetch a pad of sticky notes. “Another thing from your friendly neighborhood IT guy,” he peels off a leaf and sticks it on your laptop’s built-in camera, “keep your cam covered.”

You give him a chuckle and a playful salute, “yes, sir.”

Bucky’s a modern man. He sees a pretty girl and he gets giddy. He talks to a pretty girl and he gets flustered. But you—you make him feel more than giddy and flustered. There was something familiar about you, and your eyes. Has he seen you before? Met you, even? No, that’s impossible—if he had met you before, he’d surely remember you.

It was 5:34 PM when he gave you your laptop back and sent in an urgent request for your equipment. While taking down the elevator to the lobby, Bucky gave you a few tips on how to ‘survive’ working in the office. According to him, as far as you go in on time and kept your head above the rumors, you’d do fine.

He asked about your first week and he told you about this joint near the building that serves the best burgers and fries.

You’ve got a good feeling that you just made your first friend.

—

The sun was already setting down when you pulled into your apartment’s parking lot. At the very last minute, you turned into a drive-through and got some food on the go. The side trip took out 10 minutes of your time but at least you dodged the awful traffic that was building up by the highway.

Along with your laptop bag and your food, you trudge up to your third-floor apartment. It wasn’t what you wanted—the windows faced the street, the screen door doesn’t lock all the way—but it’s the one you got. As long as it’s got four walls and a roof, right?

You slip out of your work clothes and into some comfy jammies after a rewarding shower; the sooner you can get your food heat up, the sooner you can eat, and drink and then go to sleep.

So while waiting for the microwave to beep, you pry open your laptop. You told Bucky not to shut it down after he worked on it as to not lose your work on another profile, which he understood.

The work account he set up greeted you, along with the bright pink sticky note he stuck to your webcam. That wasn’t real, was it? All those cautionary tales of hackers using webcams to peep on you. Maybe he’s just trying to scare you, like some kind of initiation. Without a second thought, you took off the sticky note. It was kinda annoying anyway.

Clicking the Log Out Work button, your personal account popped into the frame. Your opened apps and documents displaying themselves for you to use. You pulled up Spotify and clicked on the first playlist you saw—which happened to be your intimate playlist.

Sure, the Pavlov reaction is real because halfway through the first song, you already found yourself getting all hot and bothered. This one’s your favorite song too.

You groan in annoyance, your food’s no longer a priority.

Picking up the laptop from the table, you walk to your bedroom, not bothering to shut the door. You live alone, it’s fine. You put the laptop on its loudest setting, setting it on your desk and you plopped down on your bed, the pillows and the comforter pooling on one side.

Your room is illuminated by a streak of light from the street. Your curtains flowing softly with the breeze that just came in.

Glancing at your laptop, you remembered Bucky. How his office smelled when you first walked in. How he stood tall when he greeted you. How he smiled. Those goddamn rings of his.

Before you caught yourself thinking rationally, your fingers are already splayed even over your thighs, caressing the soft flesh of your legs.

Bucky’s smirk and his cologne finding purchase in your fogged brain. Thoughts of him pulling you aside into his office to fool around—voices above hushed whispers as your skin erupts in goosebumps, the chilled air of his office finding its way up to your spine.

Oh, fuck it.

You undress fast, flinging your shirt over your head, dropping it somewhere below the bed. The air in your room making your nipples hard and erect as you pinch them. You breathe out a sigh, the heat of the moment creeping up your torso.

The material of your panties dampening as you imagine yourself bent over his desk, your skirt bunched over your hips as he laps your sopping cunt. Bucky’s tongue exploring your folds up and over until your pussy’s a quivering mess of drool and spit.

Your fingers slip past the band of your underwear. Even you surprised yourself by how wet you are.

God, you met him once and he’s already inching his way into your mind.

But who could blame you? You’ve been all over his Facebook profile when you learned his name via the office’s organizational chart. The first time you saw him, walking around the office with a laptop in his hands, you already knew you wanted to at least formally meet him. A scroll on his page, you found a band that you could tolerate listening to. (They’re okay, just not your taste in music.)

A plan came to mind when your department head told the team that you can work from home from time to time—only if you agreed to use a work laptop, a company-owned one. Your manager advised you to put in the request as soon as you can, for you to secure a unit before the on-hand supplies dwindle.

Deliberately sending in the request late—way, way later—than what your manager told you just so you could pull up the ‘new hire’ card and act dumb.

And it looked like he bought it too.

The image of him fucking you quiet while he grabs you from behind played inside your mind like a memory—a vision. Of how his thick cock would fill you up until your pussy is clenching around him. Would he pinch your throbbing clit, making you squirm and cream around him?

Your fingers are compared nothing to his, that’s for sure. But it does the work for now.

A breathy moan comes out of your mouth as you play with your clit, your cunt dripping down wetness as you continue to fondle your tits.

His hands would make a great addition to your chokers.

Your toes curl and your breath quickens, the coil in the pit of your stomach tightening—white-hot heat creeping up your limbs.

Oh, fuck, Bucky!

—

His ears perked up as he heard you moaning his name.

Bucky was busy watching you enjoy yourself when he got caught in the moment and decided to enjoy himself too.

He was barely keeping himself behaved when you first walked into the floor wearing a button-up and slacks that accentuated your backside. Bucky wished he was the one who gave you the tour and know your name for the first time, but that was impossible—he was in the IT department.

So when he got the news that new hires will be given the chance to work from home, he hoped that he gets to be the one to help you set up.

He was losing hope by the time he got your request, he thought that you opt not to work at home but then there you were, sending him an apologetic email on a late Friday afternoon.

Of course, he happily obliged. He even set up himself a little virtual camp in the background of your computer just so he can continue spending time with you.

Just thinking about you is already making him hard again. Bucky already came in hot spurts of white as he watched you desperately undress earlier. What can he say—he was waiting for you to show your tits already. As such, he correctly guessed that you’d be annoyed with the glaringly bright sticky note he used to ‘cover’ your webcam with.

But seeing you fingerfuck yourself all alone just wasn’t enough for him, he has to have you all by yourself.

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elius-learns-to-write · 3 years

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Have You Been Drinking?

Hi twonk (love you really) <3 Thanks for the request even though it took a dark turn oops <3 If you don’t like drinking then don’t read this!

Summary: You got a little bit tipsy at a party and pay the price when

You had always been a bit defiant

It hadn’t started out as much: Staying up late, stealing leftovers and then it went to going out for hours without texting anyone

You always said you forgot (which most of the time you did)

5 Missed calls. 12 Texts and Happy literally tracking you down and taking you back to the tower. This is what you got back to after your, how long had it been ? Seven hours?! No it couldn't have been that long, last time you checked you were 87% sure that it had been lunch time, the sun had been shining and you even got talking to this sweet old lady who was interested in birds. So how did it end up being seven hours later in the tower with a very very angry Tony and Steve as the others just listened in not so subtly at the door? “This is the 4th time you have done this this week and still you use the ‘my phone died’ excuse, what am I meant to do with you” Steve sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as his other hand waved animatedly around in front of him “you aren’t meant to do anything, I lost track of time I promise! It’s not like I do this on purpose” you tried to reason, tears starting to threaten to spill, why couldn't they just understand that you hadn’t meant to be out late and that it was an accident “nope that’s not the right answer kiddo better luck next time” Tony said a hint of frustration seeping through his usual sarcastic demeanor. With that the men left, closing the door to your room behind them.

But there are only so many times a kid can hear ‘you’re wrong and I’m not listening’ from family who mean well but don’t exactly have the best way of showing it before they burst

If they wanted you to play the part of rebellious but strong and powerful soldier then that was exactly what you would do

So you started to go out with MJ and Peter to the occasional party they got invited to

Then it felt like you were 3rd wheeling so you decided to just go by yourself

You started to swear more

Put your feet on desks in boots/shoes you knew would make a mark

And that was when the concern started to shine through more than the anger

“Look we are just trying to help you sweetie” Wanda said as she stirred the sauce and the pasta together in preparation for dinner, looking back as you leant back in the chair the black from your hoodie a stark contrast to the white of the marble table. “Well don’t I’m fine I promise, just leave it alone alright I have already heard this 10 times from Sam and Bucky today” you mumbled eyes searching for somewhere to land that wasn’t her face as that was something you did when you were uncomfortable however she mistook that for you rolling your eyes and just muttered something about disrespect as you got up and walked off.

“So Wanda told me you rolled your eyes at her today” the comment sounded so nonchalant rolling off the metal armed mans lips that if you weren’t paying attention you would have missed the fact it was about something negative. “I didn’t but I know you won’t believe me so I’m not going to argue” you replied, the bag splitting slightly from the sudden increase of force in your punches. “I am not saying I don’t believe you! I am just saying that if you did you need to cut that out right now before you do it to the wrong person” he defended. This was ridiculous! Grabbing your towel from the side of the room before you started to walk out “I DIDN’T DO IT!” you called back over your shoulder, only just capturing the look of disappointment on Bucky’s face. If you would have looked harder you would have seen the look of concern that followed but it was too late and the glass door had already slammed behind you.

It was always the same you defending yourself and no one believing you

You were just an angry teen after all

An angry, misunderstood and hurting teen

There was one person still on your side, Loki

But he wasn’t around much

But as if by magic that came in green swirls and bitter earl gray tea

He was there that night

The world seemed to sway below you, the constant spinning a reminder of the alcohol you had consumed earlier that night. You didn’t care, in fact you didn’t care about anything right now. The light buzz and soon to be hangover keep you from anh logical thoughts and feelings. Which is probably why you ended up bumping into the table right down the hall from your room and knocking over the horrific looking lamp that Wanda had decorated with seashells (not that it made it look much better). “Who’s there?” you heard from behind you, too drunk to really reply to Nat you made a sort of grumbling noise and carried on walking to your room “Y/n? Is that you? Have you been drinking?” Bruce had joined the quest to find out who the mystery intruder was and even in your drunken lamp destroying zombie gurgling state you knew it was best to just sit down on the floor and wait until the whole team joined in. And soon enough they had a circle of people now surrounding you as you just sat and looked at the ceiling dreaming of being anywhere but here. “What in the nine realms is going on here?!” you heard Loki’s voice say, everything sounded as if you were underwater or in a bubble, you just wanted to sleep. A few minutes later you heard Loki start to argue, ranting and raving about something it was too dark to see what his face looked like but you could imagine the emerald green robe and matching checkered trousers he would be wearing as his face contorted in shapes filled with rage and hurt. You couldn’t quite make out all of what he was saying but you did manage to catch a few bits “they are a child and it is your duty to protect them…. They don’t need lectures or discipline… just listen to them and pull yourself together” it was that or he was very passionate about chickens.

And so that’s what happened

Sorrys were said,bonds and trust was rebuilt

And everyone had a picture of Loki looking ridiculous in his dressing gown

Let’s just say the hangover you had the next day put you off of drink for a while

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vexelier-suix-cipher · 3 years

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"Could you do Teruteru, Hifumi, and Ryoma getting drugged by a love potion and falls (even harder) for the reader (who has already fallen for them)?"

100% I can!! :D

Warnings: Mentions of love drug/potion, slight obsession(?), and swearing.

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Hifumi Yamada

•Proceeds to rant about how amazing Hifumi is

•Fanfic boy loves you very much!! (Though he did his best to hide it)

•It felt like when a cat loved it owner. Celeste went out the window. This man would get on his hands and knees for you. 🙇🏽‍♂️

•You also loved him very much!! (Literally Taka had to keep Mondo from lunging at you two and screaming "JUST DATE ALREADY!!")

•Oh but what's this? A drink on his desk after a hard day of drawing and writing manga?

•Well of course he drank it!! He chugged that drink and felt quite satisfied after.

•And back to work he goes :›

•He had some music on and his script for his next manga, scribbling out the sketches for his newest manga when he felt the sudden urge to go see you.

•It was nothing too new. Could've been he just wanted to show you the script for his manga!! A beta read!

•So Hifumi happily found you and sat you down, showing you the script for his manga!

•He felt a bit- different.

•He felt like he needed to have you in his arms.

•He needed you closer.

•He needed- you.

•The even more clingy behavior continued for a few days.

•Though you didn't mind, you did find it a bit strange.

•Why was he so clingy?

•You already read this script-

•And read that one too-

•Didnt he have things to do?

•He was going to fall behind in his schedule if he continued like this!!

•So when you saw him walking over to you once again, you pulled him to the side and questioned him.

"Hifumi, you've been acting kinda strange these past few days. Are you okay? Don't get me wrong, I love having you by my side but you're going to fall behind in your schedule."

"Well...I don't really know how to explain it. I feel like I've got to be with you all the time!! A-And I'm getting work done!!"

•He huffed and whined for a while longer as you continued asking him things before he got frustrated with himself and finally blurted it out

"Fine!! Fine. I like you, okay? I have for a while a-and I just didn't know how to tell you-...I found this drink on my desk one day and now that I think about it, it could've been one of those love potions that I've been hearing about...could've made my feelings stronger.."

•He started muttering towards the end but you could understand the gist of it.

•You reassured him it was fine and that you accepted his feelings.

•Which was returned with a loud,

"HUH?!? YOU DO?! WHEN- HOW-"

•*Once again has to calm fanfic boy down*

•After calming him down (again) you went over your own feelings.

•He had the brightest smile on his face I swear

•He just couldn't hold back!

•So he picked you up and held you close, hugging you sweetly

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!"

===

Teruteru Hanamura

•AGGRESSIVELY RANTS ABOUT HOW AMAZING HE IS

•Love Potion exists?

•He probably bought it.

•This boy is already so head over heels for you it's absolutely adorable.

•He 100% cooks for you.

•Breakfast? In bed.

•Lunch? Made your favorite food.

•Dinner? You can eat with him! :D

•And his food is just 😩 to die for

•He does his best to tone down the sexual comments a bit, though he can't help if one or two slip out!

•Compliments you every 5 minutes no lie.

•Though he does turn cherry red if you compliment him

•If you allow petnames, he WILL call you darlin' and sugar the most.

•Now for the fun part

•He was most likey cooking and was working with the oven.

•Ovens hot. His clothes are pretty hot.

•So he stripped got something to drink out the fridge

•He blindly took a glass out the fridge and drank it.

•Drank the damn love potion-

•He knew he accidentally drank it. He read the label he had put on the glass right after he drank it.

•Unlike Hifumi, he tried staying away from you

•Poor boy doesn't know how to show such strong feelings :(

•He still does cook for you though

•And leaves you little snacks

•Did yelp when you came into the kitchen once without him knowing (it's true I was the dust on the oven window)

•Alot more fiddly and nervous when he has to go ask you something

•His gaze is towards the floor and he's playing with the ends of his scarf as that adorable accent decorates his speech

•Hes so nervous oh poor baby

•You found him scurrying everywhere once trying to find his hat when you had to point out it was on his head-

•He was so embarrassed-

•He apologized and walked back towards the kitchen

•He cooks his feelings away

•That is alot of food-

•Once he disappeared into the kitchen you went after him

•You had been wondering why he ran away from you every time you saw him

•You were worried :(

•As he went back into the kitchen, he paused hearing someone else's footsteps.

•He turned around and jumped slightly when he saw you

•Begin the anxious southern rambling and questions.

"O-Oh! S/o! What brings you to the...the kitchen??"

"Teru, what's going on? You keep ignoring me."

"W-Well I don' mean to cher' I-Its just I' been kinda stressed lately a-an' I don' wanna bother you with tha'-"

•Oh sweet boy almost cried just talking to you

•He wanted to confess so badly!!

•He just wanted to hug you and bury his face into your neck!!

•But he was so scared :(

•After a good talk, the confession just slipped out of him mid-sentence

"I already apologized cher'..."

"C'mon Teru, what's been REALLY happening with you?"

"W-Well...the truth is I accidentally drank a love potion and since I love you so damn much it strengthened my feelings...I-I didn't wanna make you uncomfortable so I stayed away in case I-"

"Did you just say you love me?"

"I-I did..?"

•Oh certainly he did. And when he realized, he apologized 10x more.

•You had to shut him up by squishing his face

•After a good explanation about you loving him too, he clung onto you with a laugh.

•He sat in your lap (and after some consent) kissed your face all over, muttering a soft 'I love you' after each kiss

•You two sat together like that for quite a bit, just laying in each other's presence

"Thank you so much....you don't know how much that means to me...how much YOU mean to me..."

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Ryoma Hoshi

•Ah yes. Tiny, edgy, ex-tennis, cat loving, deep voiced boy

•Where do I start?

•Lets start with

•He's absolute shit at feelings.

•Like really.

•He refused to believe he fell for you.

•His heart was racing? No it wasn't. It's probably because he was out of breath.

•He's flustered and blushing? Kinda hot in the room y'know.

•You get the point.

•He hates the fact he fell for you. He doesn't know what to do.

•He lost almost everyone he ever loved before. Why would this be any different? He didn't want to put you in danger.

•Ryoma hanged around with you though. He was a bit quiet but he went basically everywhere you went

•No one really messed with you when little man was with you.

•This was okay. He could hide his feelings. You wouldn't be in danger and he wouldn't ruin his relationship with you.

•Then the world announced a love potion was now available!!

•Ah shit.

•That damn Kokichi.

•All he wanted was some water and that little panta-loving gremlin switched it out with the new potion.

•He had already chugged around half the bottle before he realized it wasn't his juice.

•Ryoma would've just left it at 'Oh I just poured the wrong drink in' if it wasn't for Kokichi coming up to him about an hour later.

"Nishishishi....how's the love potion working Ryoma?"

"The what."

"Oops~"

"You little-"

•Kokichi went to the nurse with a bump on his head from Ryoma hitting him with a tennis ball.

•You thought Teruteru hiding away was bad?

•Ryoma refused to leave his dorm.

•He came out at around lunch time to get food, go to the bathroom, and then back to his dorm.

•No one was allowed in.

•He could feel the effects of the potion working.

•He wanted to get out and cling to you so badly. It almost physically hurt

•Fucking hell-

•Him. Ryoma Hoshi. The guy who basically gave up on life, wanted to run into your arms like a little kid.

•He almost cried.

•Of course you were worried!! He locked himself in his dorm without warning!!

•And he refused to talk to you!!

•You came to his dorm door almost daily, trying to pry open the damn door.

•With no avail.

•Goddammit.

•It wasn't until a few weeks later which he made a plan.

•He'd confess and leave right after.

•If you said no, that would be the end of it.

•If you said yes, ...well he didn't really plan that far.

•Ryoma met up with you at the back of the building, looking down at the ground as he heard your footsteps.

•It took a minute of small talk before he started speaking

"Listen, Kokichi switched my drink out a few weeks ago for that new love potion they're selling. I already had really strong feelings for you but with the potion they increased. I know you probably don't feel the same way but I wanted to tell you because it was starting to get too out of hand for me."

•He rambled on a little about how you would never like him and that he apologized for having such feelings and-

•You yanked his beanie down to his face, letting out a small huff.

"Ryoma Hoshi you have no idea how long I've been waiting for you to confess. You're an amazing guy Ryoma, and I really do wish you confessed sooner since I feel the same way. Now shut it with all the sad shit and come here."

•You told him, tugging him closer by the sleeve as you engulfed him in your arms

•Ryoma felt like his face was on fire. Butterflies in his stomach and a giddy, tingly feeling throughout his body

•He let out a low chuckle, hugging you back and sighing softly

•This was nice. He felt....loved.

•He liked this feeling quite a bit....he had missed this feeling quite a bit.

"Maybe I should've confessed sooner."

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AHHHHHHHH I HOPE YOU LIKED IT-

I absolutely adore these three.

If you want me to add or fix anything just say the word!!

I had a great time writing this!!

Thanks for requesting!!!

-Vex ∆

#ryoma hoshi x reader #ryoma hoshi #hifumi yamada #hifumi yamada x reader #teruteru hanamura #teruteru hanamura x reader #danganronpa #dr2 #goodbye despair #danganronpa x reader #thank you for requesting!#-Vex ∆

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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 3 years

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Into The Unknown, Part 5

First

Tim finished up pretty quickly.

After all, all the baby toys seemed to just be different variations of each other. Some crinkle, some make sounds, some squish, some… do nothing at all? Tim had no clue how he used to get by as a kid.

He ended up getting Damian three toys:

A tiny rubber duck. He’s almost completely sure that Marinette would have bought one if Tim hadn’t. At least when he was the one buying it he could opt to get the Darth Vader one (Damian had always been woefully uncultured, this was his one chance to make the kid watch sci-fi without risking getting stabbed).

A plush cow with crinkly ears. He had to hope that this could maybe jog memories of Batcow and, in turn, everything else. Tim had tried to think of something a little more relevant but all he could think of were things related to Batman, to Superboy, to the League of Assassins (did their lives really revolve around vigilante-work that much?)... and, unfortunately, this reality didn’t have merch that he could give the kid.

And a squishy plastic baguette. Because that was all he could think of to get back at Marinette for the duck thing.

When it came to little kid books he hesitated for just a bit before getting the basics -- stuff like animals and the letters and Spot The Dog. He wondered, vaguely, if he’d have to teach the kid numbers since they already used the Arabic numeral system. He got a book on it just in case.

Then he got a couple of books on parenting.

He checked out and then walked back to the sitting area where he was supposed to meet Marinette.

… she was taking forever.

He sighed quietly and skimmed through a book on parenting.

… oops they were supposed to breastfeed until Damian was about two. No clue what to do about that. Maybe the kid was already used to a bottle? He hoped so. He’d watch him more carefully while Marinette was holding him to see. In the meantime, he’d get a bottle and some formula on top of the baby food they’d been getting so far.

Alright so the kid was supposed to learn behaviors and language through observation. Good. That, hopefully, solved that problem. Tim probably would have just given the kid a textbook and said ‘good luck’. Marinette… he didn’t really know what Marinette would have done, but the woman wasn’t a teacher as far as he could tell and asking her to teach the kid properly was a little unfair.

Babies around his age are supposed to speak in something called… protowords? Like… a baby language? Damn, he has a miraculous and it seemingly allows him the power to understand every language but apparently ‘baby-speak’ didn’t count as a language. Tim called bullshit.

He felt a weight settle down on the bench next to him and absently glanced over.

Marinette sent him a slightly tired smile. She was wearing a new, dark red scarf.

He opened his mouth to say something only to have her shake her head and adjust her scarf a little to show him something.

Ah. It looked like Damian had fallen asleep on her shoulder so she’d fashioned the scarf into a makeshift baby sling.

“Could’ve used the stroller,” he whispered, setting his receipt in the book to mark his page.

She snorted. “And risk waking him? He cries every time he wakes up, I’m not dealing with that right now.”

He bit his lip. “You know… this book says he’s supposed to cry for, like, an hour to an hour and a half a day.”

She tipped her head to the side a little. “He’s cried like… three times.”

“Yeah, and he was really easy to shut up. Decidedly not normal.”

They looked back down at Damian, identical frowns on their faces.

“Does it have an explanation for why he’d be like this?” Marinette asked, her voice soft.

Tim hesitated.

“The only reasons I can think of are that he doesn’t think we’d help him if he cried or he thinks crying is something he’d be punished for. Considering how he was raised… it could be either. Or both.”

Marinette yawned as she sat back on the hotel bed. She leaned back against Tim, leaving him to bear the weight of both her and Damian.

He, to his credit, barely even blinked. He turned slowly until they were both leaning back against each other.

She tipped her head back to rest on his shoulder.

She could fall asleep like this, she thought. Propped against Tim. Damian, in her arms, watching an episode of something called True and the Rainbow Kingdom… it was nice.

Or, at least, it would be if Tim could stop that infernal tapping.

“Ugh, could you stop that? Some people actually sleep.”

He gave a tiny puff of laughter that acknowledged that he heard her but, alas, he continued typing.

She groaned a little and reached a hand behind herself to give him a tiny bap to his side.

“Hm. This may shock you, but hitting me really hasn’t helped your case.”

She huffed and twisted around to try and see over his shoulder. She’d given up on sleeping, anyway.

“What are you even doing?”

He shrugged just slightly. “Trying to figure out what to do about money.”

She nodded slowly, looking over his shoulder as he scrolled through jobs they could do with zero experience or degrees. That could sustain a family of three and pay for the daycare they would have to take Damian to. The options... weren’t great.

Damian tugged on her shirt for her attention and she looked down as he pointed at his screen with a bright smile. There was a black cat on the screen. She didn’t really know what he wanted until he kept saying ‘ma’ over and over. She nodded and said ‘cat’ in both Arabic and English, which seemed to sate him as he went back to watching… the giant green yeti monster stealing a basket of candy? What the fuck was even going on on this show? Were kids’ shows like this in her own world, too? Or was this one’s shows just especially weird?

A thought occurred to her and she looked back over at Tim.

“You exist in this world, right?”

He nodded absently and opened a tab that, despite its claim that it was an entry level job, apparently required two years of experience and a degree. He closed it quickly.

“Why don't we just mooch off of the other you?”

Tim sighed. “Because that’s illegal?”

“You’re a vigilante. I don’t think that ‘borrowing’ money from your alternate self is where you should draw the line on illegal activities.”

“I draw the line when it harms innocent people.”

She laughed at that. “He’s rich. It’s not like he’s going to miss it. Think of it as… giving the money to people who need it.”

“You’re a regular robin hood,” Tim said sarcastically.

“I know. I’m so kind,” she agreed, grinning.

There were a few moments of silence.

Then, finally, he shook his head. “Even if we could somehow do that -- which I can’t guarantee because I’m not completely sure I could guess my passwords -- the fact that we’re in Texas… he’d notice.”

She shrugged. “Then let’s move back to Gotham.”

He blinked and finally looked up from the computer. “What?”

“We don’t have much of a life here, really, so why not move?”

He considered this for a while before sighing and flopping back on the bed. “Let me see if I can even get into the account. There’s nothing to say that I even have the same social security number here...”

She nodded her understanding and laid back next to him. Damian whined a little at the sudden displacement but just ran a hand up and down his back absently until he was watching his show again, completely silent as he stared at the screen. Now the main girl was reaching into her bag for a weird orb of light that was, apparently, sentient. Was this the Dora of their world? God help their children.

Speaking of helping their children...

She picked up a parenting book to read while Tim tried to guess his otherworldly counterpart’s passwords.

Tim managed to get in.

He rested his head in his hands, cursing quietly.

She glanced over and smiled at his slightly flushed face.

“What was the password?”

He grumbled under his breath.

This only seemed to encourage her more because she started nudging his shoulder, the soft smile morphing into a cheeky grin.

He sighed and took a moment to gather himself before looking over at her. “It’s… ‘<3Richard<3graysons<3little<3brother<3’.”

“... I don’t get it.”

“Good. So you can’t tease me about it,” he said, sticking his tongue out at her.

She scoffed. “That’s not fair.”

“Totally is.”

He set the computer down beside himself and stretched his achy old bones. He’d had a baby for approximately two days now and he could already feel the bad back setting in. Tomorrow he would have gray hair.

“I’m going to look it up if you don’t tell me.”

“... he’s a celebrity,” Tim said quietly.

Her grin wavered back towards that genuine smile for just a second before spreading into an even wider grin. She reached out and pinched his cheeks. “Awwww, Tim, that’s so cute --!”

“Shut up,” he complained, batting her hands away.

She snickered. “No. I’m going to write that password on your tombstone.”

“You’re assuming I’m going to die first.”

“I have an extended lifespan. You’re only going to have that for another fifteen years. After that? Unless I’m really stupid you’re gonna die first.”

He rolled his eyes. “I’m going to find out how to be immortal now. Purely to spite you.”

She snorted. “Okay. Good luck with that.”

“Thank you.”

With that, he pushed himself up with a groan. “I’m going to get him ready for bed.”

She nodded her understanding and continued with her reading.

Damian whined a little when Tim tried to take him away from where he had curled up next to Marinette but that seemed to be more because he was tired and cranky than genuine distress.

Tim was the one to bathe him. It wasn’t a bubble bath, he wasn’t eager to repeat the previous night’s mistakes, but he did give Damian the rubber duck. This seemed to work for all of them, since Damian now allowed them to take him out of the bath as long as he got to bring his duck.

Marinette grinned when she looked over at where Damian was chewing on his rubber duck as Tim struggled to click the annoyingly difficult buttons of the onesie into place.

“Told you he would love it.”

“We both know that wasn’t why you wanted to get it.”

“And we both know you didn’t get that squishy bread-thing just because you thought he would like it, either.”

He smiled. “Maaaaaybe.”

The onesie finally allowed itself to be buttoned and Tim picked Damian up so he could get into bed.

Marinette frowned. “This book says we shouldn’t let him sleep with us every night. Says it creates a bad habit that’s hard to break.”

Tim raised an eyebrow at her but, reluctantly, carried the kid over to the crib so they could sleep separately.

“Fine. But I’m going to sleep before him so I don’t stress out all night.”

She snickered. “Fine. Fine.”

He climbed into bed, set a pillow between them, and promptly dozed off before he could get woken up by Damian whimpering through the night.

… Tim woke up a few hours later -- his body wasn’t quite used to sleeping through nights just yet -- to find that Marinette had brought the kid into bed with them again.

He smiled a little and moved the pillow out from between them. Even if Damian was currently too trapped in Marinette’s arms to even reach it, it was best to make sure it couldn’t happen.

Damian whimpered a little in his sleep again and Tim tipped his head to the side. He reached over and gently combed his fingers through the fuzzy little tufts of hair that the kid had so far. Damian relaxed.

Tim sighed and shifted in the bed until he was closer to Damian, then maneuvered through Marinette’s mess of limbs to press a tiny kiss to the top of his head. The baby smiled in his sleep and, though the kid couldn’t see it, he returned the smile. He rested an arm around the kid as well in hopes that it would keep the kid feeling safe before allowing himself to drift off.

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#into the unknown #maribat #tim drake #marinette dupain cheng #ladybug #red robin #timari #timmari #shutterbug #timinette

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imonthinice · 3 years

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The Criminal Psychology Majors, Jason Todd x Fem!Reader Part 22/?

Word Count: 1.8k

Author's Note: Y/N - Your name, A/N - Any name (Your best friend's name)

We're back, we're in full swing, we've hit like 50 followers, we've hit 500 notes. We're thriving.

Also! Fun fact but I can't actually watch Young Justice season 3 (and 4) or Titans :/ They're on DC Universe, which is only available in America. (If you can't catch on, I'm not from America lol)

Warnings: Swearing, Description of Injury, Kidnapping, Police/ Justice System, Manipulation attempts, Gaslighting, Violence, No beta bitch we die like Jason Todd.

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12) (Part 13) (Part 14) (Part 15) (Part 16) (Part 17) (Part 18) (Part 19) (Part 20) (Part 21) (Part 22)

The days became longer and kept bothering Y/N. She was losing grip on reality. Aria would come in occasionally and feed her. Give her water. Let her use the bathroom. She was stuck. She wanted to knock off that stupid fucking bird plague doctor mask and, look her pathetic sister in her eyes. And let Aria know that she knew, she knew who it was.

But she was backed into a corner. And the mask was not going to come off anytime. Boy, oh boy, she wanted it to fall. She wanted it to slip so she could boot it into the walls she had become accustomed to. She wanted it to fall and shatter.

Aria came into the room like normal, to be greeted by Y/N not even looking her in the eyes.

"Come here, love," Aria said.

"Go to Hell."

"I need to use you for a "Proof of Life" video. So I can use you for ransom. Come here."

"No."

"Come here. Now," Aria said, voice getting more hoarse and pissed off with Y/N and her actions.

"No."

"Come. Here. Now!" She screeched.

"No!"

She felt Aria's claws grab her wrists and dig in, she could feel the blood seeping through the claws from her wrists. Aria pushed her into the wall, still gripping her wrists and letting the blood flow down Y/N's arms.

"Listen here, you fucking bitch," Aria said, dropping her voice a few octaves, to seem intimidating. "I want that money. If you don't cooperate, I'll kill you."

Y/N whimpered but spat at her sister, "You'll fucking die trying."

Aria wrestled Y/N into her seat and handcuffed her to it. She then set up the video camera.

"And, recording. Talk."

"I fucking hate you."

"You should."

"Go to fucking Hell."

"The date is February 14th. Here," she shoved a newspaper into the view of the camera, Y/N didn't even notice Aria bring it in. She saw the article on the back of her kidnapping. She knew people were still talking.

"Here is the date. On a newspaper. This video will be released today. If I don't get the money within a week, I'll kill her. Along with the Waynes."

Y/N gulped. This just got so much more real than she was expecting.

Aria left the room, with Y/N still handcuffed to the chair. She took in the room she had become used to. She had spent a week in captivity, expecting the vigilantes of Gotham to come and get them, but they didn't. She was confused as to why-

Wait a damn minute, she thought. Are you- Wait- Wait- Wait- Wait. Oh my god? The family is in captivity, the vigilantes haven't come for us yet, are- she paused. Are they the vigilantes? There's no way, they can't be- Can they? They can- Can't they, huh? Fuck. We're- We're not getting out anytime soon. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

This is a God damn pickle we've gotten into. Aria must know what I think, the family- she paused, almost as if she didn't believe what she was thinking. That they're the Gotham vigilantes. She must- Fuck!

I don't care that they didn't tell me- she thought like someone could read her thoughts. She figured that someone might be able to. She knew that Martian Manhunter had those abilities. she figured that Miss Martian, who she didn't see often, likely shared those abilities.

I care that we might be fucked.

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Before she knew it, that exact day, she figured, February 14th? The door was broken down by Superman. This just put the pieces together more for Y/N. Her assumptions about the Waynes being the Gotham vigilantes were just seeming more likely as time went on.

Superman uncuffed her and she thanked him before running out to where Aria was being arrested by the Gotham police. But she didn't stop, and she knocked off Aria's mask.

"Oh, hi Y/N," Aria said, nonchalantly.

"Oh, hi Y/N," Y/N mocked. "You fucking bitch!" she yelled and pushed Aria, while the police tried to detain her. She struggled and tried to attack Aria further, "Let go! I know her power of attorney is going to be her sister-"

"How do you know that?" Commissioner Gordon asked.

"Because her sister is me!" She yelled when she finally broke away from the police, trying to get closer to Aria, before Commissioner Gordon stopped her, grabbing her arms and squeezing lightly. She stared at him, dead-faced. No emotions were there, other than anger, raw, seething anger.

Aria laughed, "Oops. I guess the jig is up."

Y/N was seething, she didn't even notice the JLA and the rest of the Waynes were behind her. She was still struggling to get towards Aria, yelling and just making noise.

She was making a scene, but she didn't care. She felt betrayed.

"You fucking bitch. You absolutely pathetic piece of shit."

"Keep yelling at me, Y/N. Mom and Dad will be disappointed in you. They always are, aren't they?"

Y/N turned to Commissioner Gordon, who was still holding her in place, "You either get her out of my fucking face in 5 seconds or I'm going to hurt her. That's not a threat," she turned to Aria, "That's a fucking promise."

"We might have to detain you at this rate, Y/N."

"And I would understand that, but I'm going to hurt her."

"Ma'am, calm down." Commissioner Gordon said before waving his hand and the other police took Aria into the back of a police car. "I'm going to have to arrest you," he said, trying to show sympathy for the pain that Y/N was in.

"Then do it already," Y/N mumbled, eyes still locked on the police car her sister was in.

"Gordon?" Jason called, "I swear, I've never seen this much anger in her. I'm sure you can send her home with us."

"You better be right about that, Jason."

"I really think I am right."

Gordon looked at Y/N, which she caught in the corner of her eye. She could tell he was upset about this, he was trying to get to her, to get her to understand her anger was okay, but beating her sister wasn't.

And then Aria waved as they drove her to the station.

But she wasn't even paying attention and before she knew it, she was in Jason's arms. He was holding her while talking to the police about the attack. He had his hands wrapped around her waist while he was behind her, maximizing the ability he had to stop her should she run.

He knew what he was doing, and it was working to calm her slightly, to the point where the police were able to talk to her about her experience with the attacker they knew as Hour, or as Arianna (Last name).

Once they were done with questioning her, they spoke more to Jason, who still had her in his grasp.

She surveyed the area and noticed that Bruce was talking to Superman.

The pieces were all falling into place. She knew he had to be Batman at that moment.

And she wanted in on it.

The hopelessness she felt when Aria had her kidnapped was astronomical. She wanted to make sure no one ever felt that way again, not if she could help it. She wanted in on it all.

She thought back to Jason's stab wound, the scar still fresh. She knew it wasn't a mugging. It had to be him saving the city from peril. She realized how dumb she was for buying into that lie, but she wasn't mad at anyone in her vicinity.

She was mad- pissed- so far beyond angry at Aria.

She didn't know she could be so angry. She didn't know she had it in her to be so angry at Aria. But she was. She was so unbelievably pissed. Any mention of her name sent Y/N into seething anger, and Jason could feel her heart race in her body.

She wasn't paying attention to words anymore. She just wanted to get out of there, to go home. To her home, not Jason's. She didn't feel safe in the Wayne Manor anymore.

No one could blame her when she told the police to drive her to her house, not the Wayne Manor. Jason just hugged her and asked when he could see her next. She told him in the morning. "Or," she added, "At 3 in the morning. I don't care. Just leave me alone right now."

Everyone understood. They didn't have their own sister kidnap them after all.

She got to her house and got inside, A/N immediately trying to flag her down to talk to her, but she just put up a hand and waved her off. Slinking to her room without a second thought and locking the door.

She didn't want to talk about it. The thoughts about her sister racing through her mind. The thoughts about how her boyfriend was a vigilante. How was she going to bring this up? How was she going to tell him that she knew? That she wanted in on the act? That she wanted to fight alongside him- and his family?

Before she knew it, and like clockwork, it was 3 in the morning. And Jason was knocking on her window. She assumed that he had tried to let himself into her room, but to no avail since she hadn't unlocked the door.

She went over to her window and unlocked it. She lifted it and Jason crawled in.

"I have a front door," she said.

"You didn't answer when I tried to knock on your door," he joked. "How are you holding up?"

"As well as anyone can in my situation."

"Well, everyone wishes you came home with us, so we could watch you on your first night away from-"

"From my sister?"

"I was going to say from captivity."

"So, my sister."

"Yeah, that."

"Uh-huh."

"So, anyway," Jason said, trying to get Y/N's mind off of Aria. "Did you sleep when you got here?" he asked.

"No. I was busy."

"Doing what?"

"Lost in thought. There's a lot of thoughts, not enough brain," she joked. "You probably get that part."

"I do-"

"When were you going to tell me?" she but in.

"Tell you what?" he questioned, confused.

"That you're one of the vigilantes," she answered, studying his face. He seemed taken aback by the statement and tried to avert her gaze. Oh yeah, he knows what I'm on about, she thought.

"I-"

"You know what I'm on about, Jay. You know I know so don't lie anymore."

"Y/N-"

"No. You know I know. I know you know. Don't lie anymore. I'm not even ad at the lies, you're trying to keep me safe, obviously."

"Oh."

"The truth is, babe, I want in."

"What!?"

(Oh my god? Are we going to get Red Hood action? (The answer is yes, in due time)

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alovesongshewrote · 3 years

Note

If you’re taking requests, maybe something about Doux finding the reader absolutely delirious from lack of sleep? I may or may not have gotten literally any sleep last night and although I managed to get through my morning routine pretty efficiently I FEEL my body just wiping out. I will be comatose within the hour.

Sleep, Darling | Hisirdoux Casperan x Reader

Plot: you’ve been awake for too long and it is not doing you any favours. Thank god for punk wizards who care about your wellbeing, amirite lads? (Also, the pure Irony that this is getting posted at like, 2:40 am where i am, rip me i guess)

Word Count: 2,292

Warnings: A bit of blood is mentioned in passing, the reader isn’t human and probably has adhd or smthn. Also, Friends is mentioned, like, the tv show, so that’s a thing!

A/N: if you look closely, you can actually see me projecting onto this one. I hope you got some sleep anon.

Tags: @furblrwurblr @einahpetsyarcip @sorrels-scribbling @anxious-stitcher @alive-and-afraid @animedweeb333 @douxiesdamsel @saroski05

Time isn’t real. It’s a social construct made to bring order to the general chaos that is human existence. That was why you were up at 5 a.m for the second, maybe third, night in a row. Was it healthy? Probably not, but you didn’t need sleep, you needed answers. Answers to what? Who knows at this point, honestly.

You couldn’t say you were surprised when you finally noticed the late, or early hour. You just shrugged it off and went “fuck it, all-nighter,” which was fine for the moment. But time’s a bitch, and that moment was over pretty fast. By noon, you were ready to collapse. The three cups of coffee did not help. Instead, they made you vibrate at a frequency that could quite possibly break glass. As much as this sucked for you, it was worse for your lovely friend and co-worker, Hisirdoux Casperan.

Now, our boi Douxie was and is madly in love with you, but shhh, it’s a secret. You also love him, and that’s a secret too. Neither of these secrets are well kept, and the only reason you aren’t together is general stupidity. Literally, anyone else who watches the two of you interacting can tell that you're in love. Hell, half the town assumes you’re together already. The other half keeps trying to get you together. It is not working very well. But that’s all a digression. What you really need to know is that Douxie loves you and watching you suffer from a lack of sleep was Not A Pleasant Experience. You were delirious, shaky, and constantly off-balance. You could work well enough, but it was clear that your health was not in the same zone.

The final straw came when you cut your hand on broken glass. You’d dropped a cup, and instead of using magic, you’d tried to fix the mess by hand. That plan did not work, and you received a bloody slash across your palm for your troubles.

“Ah. Fuck,” you said, thinking you were whispering but instead speaking at a normal volume.

“What’s wrong, love?”

“‘S nothing, I’ve got it,” you did not got it, especially not in this state, and Douxie had the good sense to figure that out. The blood was a pretty good hint though.

“Oh, fuzzbuckets.”

“I told you, I’m toooootally fine, there is nothing to worry about.”

“Here, (Y/N), let me help you-”

“No, no, this is, this is-” it was then that your sleep-deprived brain decided to cut off your train of thought and replace it with another, more chaotic train. You stopped talking and just stared at Douxie for a solid minute. Or at least it felt like a solid minute. Time isn’t real, remember that.

“(Y-Y/N)? You alright there, darling?”

“You’re really cute, did you know that? Like… really cute. Steve was right, you could be a model.”

“I-”

“Also, just gonna put it out there, I freakin’ love it when you call me darling. Like, I know you call most people darling, but it makes me feel special. Don’t ask why, it just does.”

Douxie wasn’t planning on asking why. He wasn’t really planning on anything. Your sleep-deprived half-confession had turned him from a capable individual into a blushing mess in less than a second. You always had that effect on him, but it looked like your exhausted state was giving you a bit of an edge.

“Oh, sorry, I made it weird. Anyway, do you think if I brewed my next coffee with Monster instead of water it would wake me up? Because I’m still tired, and it isn’t fun.”

“I- you- I’m-”

“I think I might try it, honestly.”

“Ok, how about you don’t do that,” Archie said, swooping in, literally and figuratively, to save the day, “Douxie, can you please get (Y/N)’s hand patched up? It looks quite painful and they’re dripping blood onto the carpet.”

You were, in fact, dripping blood onto the carpet. That wasn’t good, “Oh, that’s- I’m sorry.”

“Don’t fret, just go do something about that hand,” with that, Archie smacked Douxie upside the head in an attempt to snap him out of his flustered state. It was super effective!

“Ahh, yeah. C’mon, (Y/N), let’s,,, go,,, fix,,, that.”

“Ok,” you stood, too tired to protest, and followed Douxie into the back of the bookstore, which was literally just his apartment.

It was a nice place. Very cozy, very him. It made you want to curl up and take a nap, but to be fair, literally everything made you want to curl up and take a nap at the moment. Regardless, his home made you feel warm and fuzzy on the inside and you never wanted to leave it. Maybe it was the interior decorating, but you knew it was because your favourite person lived there. What you didn’t know, or didn’t realize, was that you’d just spoken your entire thought process out loud and Douxie heard every word of it. Once again, the boy was a blushing mess. If you were awake enough to process things, you would have found it cute. Or you’d be dead from embarrassment, that one is a bit of a toss-up.

Fighting through his flustered state, Douxie pulled you into the bathroom and collected a first aid kit from under the counter. While he focused on getting things done, you curled into a ball in his bathtub. For some reason, your exhausted brain decided that sitting on the edge of the bathtub simply did not Vibe™ but sitting inside the tub was better than nothing, and so you just,,, curled up there. Douxie was only a little surprised to see you there.

“(Y/N)?”

“D’you remember that time on Friends when Winona Ryder played a closeted lesbian? That was a fuckin’ trip, man.”

“(Y/N), darling-”

“That whole episode is just- it’s just strange.”

“(Y/N)-”

“Hehe, Stranger Things.”

“(Y/N), love, I need to see your hand.”

“Oh, fuck, yeah, I forgot. Here,” you sat up, extending your hand out to the wizard. He took it, sitting on the edge of the bathtub which was fine for him to do, I guess. Not you though, you were stuck in bathtub jail for sleep deprivation crimes.

You squinted up at his face as he tended to the nasty scratch you’d given yourself. You didn’t have the capacity to focus on what he was doing, so instead you focused on him. He was pretty, as you’d said before, but that was always true. At that exact moment, his brows were furrowed in concentration, his eyes concerned and his jaw set. His hands were steadier than yours could ever hope to be, especially since you hadn’t been sleeping. Overall, he looked kind of mad, so you sunk down into your bath-prison, silent and waiting for him to finish so you could get back to work.

Douxie was not mad at you. He was upset that you hadn’t been sleeping, but he wasn’t mad. He was just worried for your health. Your wizard did not appreciate seeing you shaking and sleep-deprived. He didn’t appreciate it when your current state led you to injure yourself, either.

He wrapped up your hand and gave it a small pat, “Done. Now, come on, you’re taking a nap.”

His voice surprised you. It was gentle, calm, not at all angry like you’d suspected. You found yourself so lost in it that you didn’t realize what he’d said until he said your name, trying to snap you out of whatever haze you were in.

“Oh, wait, what? No, shit, I have to get back to work-”

“No, you need sleep.”

“Sleep is for the weak, I need to go-” you stood and almost fell over. You probably would have broken something if Douxie didn’t catch you. You hadn’t exactly expected to end up in his arms today, and despite the heat rising in your face and neck, you were not complaining.

“(Y/N)-”

“I’m sorry, Douxie, I-”

“You need to sleep. Please, (Y/N), don’t make me use a spell on you.”

You froze for a second before a smirk crept onto your face, “You wouldn’t.”

“I-”

“You wouldn’t use a spell on meeeeee-” the smirk grew into a full smile as you let yourself go limp, forcing him to move his hands to support you better and pull you closer to him. Was that your plan? Maybe. Was it part of a second, bigger plan? Also yes.

“You wanna bet?”

“Sure.”

“I-” and then he went silent. There was a moment of tension where you just stared into each other’s eyes, holding your breath to see what the other person would do. Your gaze fell to his lips as his fell to yours. For that moment, your thoughts began to wander far out of your control. Douxie’s mind was also running rampant but in a different direction. You were right, he thought. He couldn't use magic on you. As far as he knew, you were a human. Just a mortal being who crawled their way into his life and stayed there, improving the quality of it greatly. If there was even the slightest chance that a spell may have negative side effects, which most sleep spells did, he wouldn’t dare risk it, especially not on you. He sighed, tightening his grip on your waist, “You’re right.”

“What?” Oop, plan going sideways, PLAN GOING SIDEWAYS!

“I’m- not going to use magic on you,” he helped you to stand, and moved to take a step back before you grabbed his hoodie and pulled him back to you, ignoring the sharp sting in your hand.

“Ok, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, hang on there wizard boy-” you took a moment to pull yourself out of the bathtub entirely, “You can’t give up that easily.”

“Wha-”

“Come onnnnnn, make it fun, make it exciting. Put a spell on me or whatever, just-” you went quiet for a second, but for once you weren’t distracted. Just quiet. You had to face facts. Your plan had failed, and now you had nothing but the truth.

“(Y/N)?”

“Just make my brain stop. For just two seconds.”

“What?”

“Please. I’m running on a motor and I can’t stop myself. I haven’t slept and I have no choice in the matter.”

“(Y/N)-”

“Look, just, take away my free-will if you have to. Knock me out, magic or otherwise, I just want five seconds where I’m not on hyperdrive,” you were standing on your own now, though Douxie’s arms were still wrapped around you and you hadn’t let go of his hoodie, “Please.”

The bathroom was silent for a minute. It took that long for Douxie to process what you’d just said. You feared, for that moment, that you’d said too much. You hadn't. Not to him, anyway.

“Come on.”

“What?”

“Come on,” he said, picking you up, effortlessly sweeping you off your feet.

“Wait, what!?” your voice was slightly more frantic, surprise lacing through your words.

“There’s more than one way to get a person to sleep.”

“Oh-?”

He didn’t respond to your question, instead, he carried you out the door and into what you could only assume was his room. You had no choice but to wrap your arms around his neck and cling to him for dear life until he set you down on the bed.

“Stay here, okay? I’m going to make you some tea-”

“Wait!” you stopped him, grabbing his wrist as he turned to leave, “I’m… I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to be sorry, my darling,” he sat in front of you on the bed, “You just need to get some sleep, okay?”

“But what about-”

“I’ll cover your shift, you don’t need to worry.”

“I-”

“Just rest, for now, love. Please.”

“Ok,” your words were a whisper, something that Douxie could only just hear. The next thing though, he didn’t have to strain to hear at all, “Yeah. I meant what I said earlier, by the way. You’re so pretty, it isn’t fair.”

He laughed at this, at you, finally seeing some humour in your shenanigans. He relaxed now knowing that you may actually get some much-needed rest. He stood, kissing your forehead and tracing the side of your face with a hand, rough from guitar strings and 900 years of sweeping.

“Worry not, love, you’re pretty too.”

“Hey, wait-”

“Don’t ‘hey, wait,’ me. You are. Now lie down, I’ll be back in a second.”

A smile crept onto your face as you followed orders. Your emo wizard man thought you were pretty. And he cared enough about you to let you sleep during work hours, in his home, no less. You let yourself relax into the bed, grinning once again. It smelled like him, like thyme and peppermint, lemongrass and sleep. It was nice, comforting. You could only vaguely think of Douxie as your brain finally took a fuckin breather. It was everything you needed, honestly.

By the time Douxie came back, you were long gone, lost to your dreams and finally asleep. He sighed a smile that matched yours on his face. He placed the cup of tea on the bedside table before grabbing a blanket out of his closet and draping it over you. You looked so peaceful. Good. You deserved some peace every now and then.

He took the cup and left you, brushing a strand of hair out of your eyes as he did. After making his exit, he placed the still-hot tea on the counter, disregarding it for now before returning to the bookshop.

“How are they?” his familiar asked, tail twisting in concern.

He gave a final fond look at the door before returning to business, “They’re just resting.” And for once, you were.

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i-am-infinite · 3 years

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Guilt (Part 2): The Market

(Din Djarin x ForceSensitive!F!Reader)

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Description: Moff Gideon has found someone else to run his experiments on and word gets back to Din. Will he take his son far away and try and find somewhere safe? Or will the guilt of an innocent being put in his son’s place eat away at him? (No Y/N or ___ used)

Word Count: 4.5K

Warnings: violence, mention of blood, needles, crude talk, symtoms of anxiety attack, fluff, angst, implied death and death, let me know if I'm missing any

A/N: This took a while to write because I was really distraught after Chpt 14. Also planning on turning this into a little series. I'm going to try and finish it before my next semester starts in Feb. I also don’t know how to write fight sequences so sorry in advance.

You see a stormtrooper take aim at your rescuer. Right when he pulls the trigger, you reach your hand out screaming, “NO!”

It was supposed to miss him. It missed him before. Instead of bending out of the way, it hits him and the Mandalorian goes down fast. Before you know it, more troopers come, grabbing Dr. Pershing and dragging him away. They start coming towards you when you hear yourself say, “No, please no!” You could run towards the speeders, but there’s too many of them now, they can catch up easier. Looking back at the shiny man, tears leave your eyes. You were supposes to save him. That’s how it was supposed to happen. You start screaming the only name you know for him as a stormtrooper grabs your arms and has them twisted behind your back. Dragging you back to where you escaped from, the stormtrooper is calling your name.

He keeps calling it as he shakes your arms then follows it with, “Wake up.” Why does that mechanical voice sound different from the rest? The words echo in your head. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up.

The stormtrooper helmets transforms into the one of the Mandalorian as you open your eyes. His hands leave your upper arms as he crouches in front of you. Still disoriented, your own hand comes up to your cheeks to shield your face when you realize it feels damp to the touch. Closing your eyes again and taking deep breathes you have to tell yourself over and over again: He’s here. I’m here. It was just a dream. Finally calmed down, you open your eyes to Mando still squatting in front of you.

“You okay?” His modulated voice says to you. Nodding your head while wiping way the last of the tears, you can’t help but feel heat rise to your cheeks, wishing you could just disappear as you sink further into the copilot chair. “You want to talk about it?” he tentatively asks next. If it were anyone else, you would’ve probably said no, but seeing his tenderness as he cared for Grogu over the past few hours in hyperspace makes you give in.

“We- we were back there, about to get on the speeders,” your heart rate picks up again thinking of it. You have no idea why the dream is affecting you this much. Continuing on with a shaky voice, “The stormtrooper, h- he shot you before I- I could- and” tears were forming in your eyes again, “and they st- started dragging me off and-” your voice suddenly barely above a whisper as you continue, “you weren’t moving.”

You shouldn’t have shared it. Oh gosh, you wish you could take it back now. He hasn’t said anything. He probably thinks you’re weak now, unable to handle yourself, let alone a nightmare. It was a stupid dream, you are about to tell him when you hear him sigh, “Give me your hand.” Confused, you hesitate, causing him to tilt his helmet to the side and hold out his hand. Giving in, you hold out your own, placing it in his still hesitant. Moving his hand down to your wrist, gripping it lightly as he moves it his chest plate, he speaks again, “Feel this? This is beskar, strong enough to withstand blaster shots. While what you did was impressive, all you stopped from happening is me having to clean my back plate later.” Your face falls at this, noticing it, he brings his other hand over yours. You feel all the heat you have left in your body run up to your face. He declares, “That dream wouldn’t have come true. You’re safe. They won’t get to you again, I promise.”

Still with your hand against the cool metal, all you can say is, “Oh. Thank you.” You wait for him to let go of your hand and wrist before you pull away, but he still hasn’t. Grogu stirs on the chair to your right, waking up after seeming to have slept through your nightmare. As if the noise startled Mando, he finally lets go and picks up his son. Clanking could be heard coming up from the ladder.

Mando sits back in the pilot chair with the little green child who keeps trying to reach for the different buttons on his lap, as Dr. Pershing also seems to have finally woken up. Coming into the cockpit carrying a discarded IV bag. Oops. Should have put that back in at some point.

Pershing comes as squats to the side of your chair, blocked off by the arm rest. “Looks like you’ve got some of your color back, which is good. Just to be safe, you should probably leave this in for longer.” Just nodding your head in response, scared your voice will falter, but now not knowing if it was from the dream or the prolonged touch of the beskar man. Or the fact that Pershing just pointed out how you’re blushing right in front of the person who caused in the first place.

Trying not to look up at Mando, due to sheer embarrassment, you fail at your task when he turns to watch Pershing with the child still on his lap. He tries to be causal of his hand on his thigh, a little too close to his blaster as the doctor gets closer to you, while Grogu plays with his fingers. Father and protector, you smile to yourself. Realizing your line of gaze, he moves his other hand to hold to his child and abruptly turns his chair towards the stars as you feel a cold pinch in your arm.

The next hour or so is spent in silence, preparing to land on who-knows-what-planet. As long as you can get off this chilly ship and descend out of the numbness of space, it doesn’t matter where. You might be being a little over-dramatic, but wearing a now torn, thin, short sleeved shirt, some sort of pants with blaster powder now littering it, and no shoes, you think you deserve the right to be just a tad dramatic. The IV bag is finally finished, so there’s one less ice-cold thing touching your skin. Still you shiver in your seat, not wanting to impose too much and ask for a blanket or a change of clothes. Hopefully wherever you get off is warm, or at least warmer.

Finally descending, you see tall, colorful structures, bright blue skies, and so much green. It’s beautiful. You can’t take your gaze off the gorgeous landscape getting larger before your eyes. Pulling your legs away from your chest, you brave the cold floor yet again to try and get a closer look. Audibly making a noise as you shiver, both men turn towards you, finally taking in your tattered appearance. With a static-y sigh, your starting to think that’s how he starts everything he says, the Mandalorian notes, “We should probably get you some better clothes.” His helmet points down to your feet, then tilts as he says, “And shoes.”

Bare feet hit the luscious green grass, toes curling and uncurling into it as you deeply inhale the fresh air. The sun hitting your skin makes you feel alive again, warming you from outside to inside. It’s as if you can feel the golden rays pouring out of you. You have never seen nature as brilliant and as vibrant as it is here, you never want to leave its warmth. Too caught up in your own little world, you don’t notice the two men start walking towards the city. Grogu babbling in Mando’s bag snaps you out of it and you slightly jog to try and catch up to them.

It takes a while to walk into the city, considering where Mando landed his ship. By the time you actually get there, your feet feel like one of the thousand rocks you’ve stepped on during this journey. The armored man barely seems to notice at first of you trailing behind, only stopping when the city is finally in view. So now to top of being cold and unequipped for this amount of walking, you are now tired. Grrrwwww. And hungry. Hopefully no one heard the atrocious noise your stomach just made. When was the last time you ate?

Mando must of heard it growl because before you can react, he tosses you a few credits and tells you to go get something to eat while he takes Pershing somewhere to set up his new life. You didn’t catch the last part because you’re already following your nose to the nearest source of food. While walking away you hear more static come out of his helmet, like he was sighing again, but it wasn’t the same as last time. It almost sounded like a laugh. Was... was he laughing at you? You whip your head around, but they’ve already disappeared. Shaking your head, you turn back and let your stomach take the lead again.

Mando and Grogu finally come back when you are all about done with this meat on a stick. They find you sitting in front of this little shop, eyes closed in bliss about finally eating. There’s barely anyone around, so it was not very hard to spot you. Finally looking up, ripping one of the last pieces off the kebob, you beam up at him. You don’t know it but seeing you happy after the events of this morning, brings a smile to the bounty hunter’s face. Offering his hand to help you stand, he asks, “Better?” You nod your head in response while he helps pull you up. Shoving he little piece of meat into your mouth, you hear his voice yet again, “What even is that?”

“I don’t know,” you counter. “All I know if that it smelled really good. Honestly if I knew what it was, I probably wouldn’t be able to eat it,” you finish with a giggle. He just nods, still without you seeing the smile planted on his face. You two walk side by side going into the city, with Grogu in a bag on his father’s hip of course.

You can hear the main part of the city before you actually see it. People are bustling, vendors litter the streets, it’s astonishing. And overwhelming, very overwhelming. Your breath hitches as you recall that a vendor was the way they found you before. But no, no you’re safe with the Mandalorian, he said they wouldn’t get to you. No, that he wouldn’t let them get to you. Without noticing, you start walking closer to Mando, more into his personal space than he usually likes. You’re close enough to graze his hand while walking, and right now you desperately want to reach out and grab it. Okay, it’s okay, just focus on your breathing, in and out, in and out.

Too busy trying to calm yourself, you don’t notice Mando look over at you after he felt you invade his space. He whispers to you, “Are you okay?” but the volume is too much to get his question to your ears. Instead he lightly puts his hand at the small of your back, causing you to slightly jump. Looking around, your line of vision finally falls on the bounty hunter’s arm, now removed from your back, moving back towards his side. A blush creeps up to your cheeks as your realize that he noticed you. Pull it together. You manage to walk only a few more feet until someone bumps into you and instinct takes over as you grab onto something to steady yourself. The thing that happens to be is Mando’s arm.

Luckily, he extends it behind your back to steady you, but not before sending the poor soul that accidentally bumped you what can only assumed is a death glare. That poor man turns as pale as a ghost. You almost forgot how menacing he could be. You’ve only been on the receiving end of Mando’s protection and don’t want to know what the opposite would be like. You two continue to walk with his arm guiding you, until you see it. Shoes. You nearly forgot about the pain in your feet until you saw them. Hand no longer on your back, you hurry forward, leaving the now frenzied and confused Mandalorian behind.

Reaching the stand, you turn to find Mando with his hand on his blaster and his bucket of a helmet frantically looking around the area for a sign of danger. The T of his visor finally looks back at you and you just mouth to him, shoes! and then point at your bare feet. He tilts his head to the side and you just know that he sighed. Shaking your head, you let out a huff of air that resembles a laugh at his signature way of expressing himself.

Before you know it, you have new shoes, already on your feet, a few shirts and two pairs of pants. Mando insisted you have layers because who knows where they might end up. This begs the question, what kind of trouble has he gotten into before, better yet what trouble are you getting yourself into? Babbles from a hidden baby remind you that maybe the trouble is worth it.

The shiny man and you continue walking around the marketplace of the city. He said he wanted to see if they had any spare parts that he could use for the Razor Crest and you were just happy to be wearing boots and having the extra time to break them in. “You can go look around if you want, I’m going to be over here,” Mando states as he inspects some round, gear-looking thing. Figuring you’d get bored of the mechanical items, you go to wander. “Hey,” the modulated voice cuts through again, “stay close.” Nodding, you only go two booths down to look at the books laid out.

Eyes scan to find anything remotely related to this thing, this power, you and Grogu possess. In the back of your mind also knowing you’re searching for something to tell you more about Mandalorian culture, as you have become intrigued by your new companion. While looking, something shiny, much like Mando, catches your eye. Turning to the next booth, the item seems to be a hair pin. You freeze.

A flower hair pin. Pearl in the center, with gray and white iridescent petals. No, no, no, no this can’t be happening. It feels like you can’t get enough air into your lungs. Your legs feel like lead, but you need to get out of there, you have to. The table has more unfinished glass pieces there too, just like before. They can find you. They can get you. They can get the baby. No that can’t happen, you force your tense legs to move as your hands shake. Backing up away from the stand, you bump into the book stand, letting a stack of books fall into the dirt. “Sorry, sorry,” you say with an unsteady voice. You need to find Mando, you need to find the baby, you need to -

Hands grab the back of your shoulders, as you think it’s over. You try to shake them off when you’re turned around to a familiar T visor. You stop fighting against him and grab his forearms. Your breathing still hasn’t slowed as he asks with a sternness you haven’t heard from him, “What happened?”

You can’t think of how to explain with your mind and heart racing and can only answer with, “We need to get out of here.” He pesters why to better understand the situation but all you can answer with is, “please,” as tears threaten to spill. “We need to get out of here please Mando.” He looks around confused, trying to find any source of danger, but turns his attention back to you when your grip tightens and you try to pull the three of you out of there.

He lets you lead him to the edge of the city, back towards the green scenery you landed in. Finally stopping you with his hands on your shoulders again, he calls your name, “You need to tell me what is going on.” Taking a few breaths trying to compose yourself, you explain how the day before you were taken, you were at a shop similar to the one you were at. How you saw this hair pin then cut your hand while the person working tried to help you clean up. Explaining how you thought nothing of it, until you realized they wanted your blood for experiments. You barely make it through telling him that you saw the same set up with the hair pin at that booth.

“That’s how they must have found me. We need to get out of here before they recognize us, please,” you plead. His helmet hangs down low as he slides one hand down to take your hand and begins walking back towards the ship.

Arriving back at the ship, Mando hands you the bag filled with new clothes, “Go change, I’ll take care of this.” Just thinking he meant to fly the three of you off the planet, you go into the ‘fresher and get ready to take off far away from here. Finally dressed and hearing the latch close, you climb up to the cockpit. Grogu gurgles and makes grabby hands for you to pick him up from the co-pilot seat. While doing so, you realize the pilot seat is empty.

“Where’s your dad, huh little one?” you coo at him. You called out to Mando to get no response. Attempting to climb down the ladder with the child wasn’t easy, especially still worried from before. You call out to Mando again, this time more frantic as he’s nowhere to be found. Your hear rate increase as you search the ship. Pressing the button you think would open the latch of the ship does nothing. What? did he lock you in here? You open some cabinets to be met with his armory. Picking up a blaster, you start rambling to the kid, “Your dad won’t mind right? Yeah, he’d want you protected. I won’t need to use it, but just in case. Yeah, just in case. Why don’t we also hang out in the cockpit away from the doors? Sound good?” You’re only met with muffled babbles back as Grogu sticks his stubby hand in his mouth. “Yeah, we’re going to be okay. Nothing is going to happen.” You hope.

Back in the city, Din is looking for a stand that has this... hair pin? Does he even know what one of those looks like? He’ll figure it out, you knocked some books over, so he decides he’ll start there. Unfortunately for Din, most of the vendors are closing down their booths. Dank farrik. He’s got to move quickly before they’re all closed.

Speed walking, he comes across the same man working the booth Din was at before you panicked. He asks the man if he knows if there is a booth that sells this item, and thankfully he points Din in the right direction. Four booths down. The people who wanted his child, and now you, could’ve been four booths down from him and he had no idea. Now’s not the time to beat himself up over this, he needs answers. Stalking up to the table, he’s met with a young man cleaning up the stand. Without looking up the man says, “What can I help you with?” Din’s hand ghosts over the pin you described to him and sees the many broken pieces scattered on the table.

“Seems a little... unsafe having all of these around,” Din observes while now moving around the table. The man finally looking up, goes white in the face and begins to run. Why do they always think they can outrun me? Chasing the man down an alley, Din uses his grappling hook around his feet and the man goes tumbling to the ground. Grabbing him by the collar to face him. Anger laced through his modulated voice, “Did you follow us?”

“Nope, just the lucky bastard that happened to be on the same planet as you,” He spits out. Din notices that he moves his jaw to the side, but the man continues, “Don’t worry they’ll find you and the child soon. Oh, and I’m sure the troopers will have a good time with that pretty little girl you have once they get their hands on her.” Before Din can land a hand on this guy, he bites down on something and there’s electricity everywhere, just like he saw with Bo Katan. Din barely jumps off the man in time. Now full of adrenaline and anger he stands there for a few seconds thinking of his next move. Kriff. He needs to get back to you and his son.

You are sitting on the cold floor of the cockpit, with Grogu on your lap, hand hovering the blaster that is next to you on the ground. Banging coming from the Crest makes you jump. It sounds like the hatch opens, so you clutch Grogu closer and pick up the blaster as you stand up. The pram is still in the cockpit, so you put the baby that is pulling your hair in and close it. Going to the opening between the levels, with shaky hands, you raise the blaster and wait. Clanging can be heard when you finally hear Mando call your name and the kid’s.

Hopping down the ladder, blaster still in hand, you smile at him as he stands still. “What the hell are you doing with that,” he barks at you. You stand there dumbfounded, he’s the one that left you in the ship with his child. He should be glad your first thought was to protect him. He continues with his hands on his hips, “Do you even know how to use that?”

Still startled, you stammer, “You just- point and shoot?” With that his hands go up in astonishment and back down again, almost as if he’s saying, are you kriffing kidding me? Why is he so angry right now?

“You’re - you’re the one that left me, that left us here,” you point back up to the cockpit, “I didn’t know if someone else could get in or not. Why are you so angry at me for trying to protect your son?”

“You could have shot him or yourself, you don’t even know how to use it,” his voice raises and he takes it out of your hand.

“I’m not the one that left us here defenseless!” you scream. Both of you stand there for second huffing at each other. Finally thinking a little bit more rationally, you ask, “Where did you even go?”

Pushing past you, he put something in your hand, “I took care of it.” He climbs the ladder as you look. The hair pin. He took care of it? He took care of it. Your face falls thinking of what that means. Following him back up, you take Grogu from the pram and place him on your hip.

“You took care of it?” you say astonished, “Care to elaborate?” Mando sits in the pilot chair already plotting a new location.

“No.” Your eyes go wide as he spins the chair to face you. “I’m flying us out of here and I-,” his hands go up in defeat, “I need to eat. I’ll tell you when it’s safe to come up.” He sounds less angry but still very annoyed. At this point you’re fuming. You spin on your heels with Grogu playfully slapping his little 3-fingered hand across your face for attention.

You leave the cockpit and grab two food packets on the crate before the ladder opening. Stuffing them in your pocket, you try to maneuver yet again down the ladder with a baby clinging to you. Hopping off the last wrung, you go to sit on the crates you woke up on. Opening the packets, you help feed Grogu his.

Why was he so mad? If anything, he should be thankful that you were being resourceful. And after the past couple of days you think you deserve the right to be a little worked up about things like this. The anger is fueling you right now. It keeps spiraling, you can feel the darkness surround you. This used to happen when you were younger. Your emotions would almost devour you whole. Luckily your mother would always tell you, it’s okay to have these emotions but don’t let them consume you. She would lead you through some breathing exercises to help you calm down. Oh, you wish she were here with you right now to help. Could she have known about this ability you have? That’s not important right now, you need to breath and calm down. While doing so, you feel two little hands come and rest on your chest, as to help you relax more. Playing with his ears, the weight of the day starts to set in. You feel your eyes start to droop and before you know it, you’re asleep yet again.

Din holds his head in his hands. He shouldn’t have snapped. He knows this. It’s just knowing that Moff Gideon and his Imps could be anywhere in the galaxy trying to find others like the two Jedi he seemed to have collected. Are you even a Jedi? He still has no idea how this even works. Din shakes his head trying to clear it of what that man said. The anger boils up in him thinking of what he said about you, about their hands on you. He wishes he could’ve gotten a few punches in on him. He got out easy.

He’d do anything to protect Grogu, he knows it and they know it. But now with you in the equation? He’s terrified. He doesn’t know what he got himself into with now both of you under his protection. You don’t know this but he saw you peeking through the opening, with your hands shaking holding the blaster and with such fear in your eyes. A pain springs up in his chest just thinking of it. Looking up towards the door, he thinks it might be time for him to stop hiding and time to go apologize for his behavior. He did just leave without explaining. You also have just been kidnapped and rescued in a matter of days. He sighs, remembering what you have gone through, and now with the reminder in the city. He should have been a little calmer and not taken out his frustrations out on you.

Putting his helmet back on, he opens the cockpit doors and climbs down the ladder again, only to hear soft snores. There you are with your back against the wall, with Grogu in your lap. Grogu’s eyes open and he starts to make, very slow, sleep filled, grabby hands at his dad. Carefully taking the baby out of your arms, he opens up his own bunk and places the child in his little hammock. Quiet babbling is directed at him and Din responds, “I know, I know, I’m getting her a pillow and blanket.”

Moving back over towards you with those items in hand, he places the pillow in its spot and carefully shifts you into a lying position, bringing your legs up onto the crates. After placing the blanket over you, Din moves the fallen pieces of hair out of your face. You look so peacefully, he can’t help but stare. Finally, he sighs, “I guess I better teach you how to shoot then.”

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hoshi-u-love-me · 3 years

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TTT

Group : Seventeen

Pairing : Seventeen × Reader

Genre : Drabble

Word count : 1.7k

Warning : Randomness, absurdity, 🐴이 안되는 컨텐즈, perverted tendencies (it's ok tho it's not harrassment)

a/n : I saw this one video where hannie literally stashed mentos and dalgona in his front overall pocket and I just !!!!!!! EUREKA

One thing you love about your friend group is that nothing ever happens twice. Meaning life is never boring. It is never flat. There is always something you can expect but you don't know what.

Kind of like anxiety.

But better.

So when Kim Mingyu came to your place, pack YOUR bag with YOUR clothes and YOUR other essentials and claimed that he's kidnapping you, you weren't even surprised.

He had taken every one to an impromptu road trip, going as far as renting a minibus without anyone knowing.

"Yah, Kim Mingyu, you forgot my phone charger!" You whined, throwing a crumpled piece of snack wrapper at him, who was driving.

He snaps his head in your direction for a split second before refocusing on the road, "I'm sorry, but you had a lot of things to begin with"

Chan, who was seated next to you, leaned in and whispered, "that and he was totally distracted by your drawer full of panties and bras" he smirked when he saw you widening your eyes in horror.

"Waaaaaaaaaah, Kim Mingyu is a pervert!" Jeonghan yelled from behind you, teasing the younger, "Kim Mingyu saw (Y/N)'s panties and he likes it!" He continued.

Mingyu stammered, trying to explain himself, "y-yah! No! I mean, I-I did saw it but- but- I was helping her! She wouldn't do it herself and someone has to do it! (Y/N)! You should be thankful of me, if I didn't pack them, you'd have no underwear for the rest of the trip!!" He yelled back.

This time, it was Jun who quipped at him, "so the choices were you seeing her undergarments or us knowing she's not wearing anything underneath? Mingyu-yah, you're selfish"

You groaned at their childish behaviour, "that's it! I'm looking for girl friends to hang out with"

You had hoped that would shut the conversation down but your poor choice of words only resulted in most of them ooh-ing you, "girl on girl action, nice" Seungcheol joked from the front seat next to Mingyu.

At Seungcheol's words, the car went to a whole new level of crazy.

It took 15 minutes before the subject of the conversation changed and boy were you relieved.

Seokmin leaned forward from his seat to tap on your shoulder, "(Y/N), I don't feel so good, do you have anything to help my nausea?" You reached into your bag, trying to look for anything that could help his carsickness but found nothing.

Before you can tell him the bad news though, Jeonghan who was seated next to him had shoved something to his hands, "here, I figured someone might be getting sick of MINGYU'S SHITTY DRIVING SKILLS," he yelled the last part to make sure Mingyu heard him, "so that should help"

"Anything for back pain, hyung?" Soonyoung quipped, "I think I pulled something during yesterday's practice" he pouted.

Jeonghan reached into his bag for a second before producing a patch that could help Soonyoung's problem, "don't worry, it's the brand you like that doesn't smell so bad" he said as he leaned back and hand the small item to the younger guy.

Chan got curious and decided to test Jeonghan, "what about something to nibble on? I think I'm kinda hungry" he said. Jeonghan raised an eyebrow at him, "you think you should snack right now? When we get to the town we're gonna have something to eat and it's in like- wait, Mingyu, how much longer 'till we get there?"

Instead of Mingyu, it was Seungcheol who answered him, "an hour and a half-ish, might as well get comfy back there" he said.

"See? Come on hyung, I'll be splitting some of the snack with (Y/N) anyways and I'll still be able to eat there!" Chan whined. Jeonghan was already convinced by Seungcheol's answer anyways so he thought, 'why not?' Before reaching back into his bag and took a bag of chips and handing it over to Chan, "but share with (Y/N), I don't want to lose my place as her favorite member" he said, winking at you when you turn your head towards him.

"Who said you're my favorite member? It could easily be Chan or Vernon since both of them have my back most of the times" you retorted at him which elicit a "yup yup, cool guys squad never dies" from Vernon at the very back while pumping his fist at you in which you returned. Chan on the other hand was laughing.

This time, Jeonghan raised an eyebrow at you, as if daring you to say more, "I said so because if you won't admit it, I won't lend you one of my chargers" he lifted up a phone charger from his bag.

You squinted your eyes at him and scoffed, "that's an iphone charger." He feigned a shocked look, going as far as putting a hand to his chest, "dear baby (Y/N), I am trully shocked that you don't think I know you at all" he shook his head with mock sadness.

It was until he reached back into his bag again and lifted up a type-C charger proudly with a smirk, "m'lady" he dangle the charger for a bit in front of your face before dropping it on your lap.

"Okay, no, you're right, you're my favourite member" you grinned and shot him a flying kiss which he pretended to catch and press to his heart.

"Woah, hyung, that's awesome! What else do you have in your bag?" Seokmin exclaimed, leaning closer to Jeonghan to take a peek inside his bag.

Jeonghan hummed and scanned the content, "basic things that you guys might need I guess, like... earplugs?" "Oop- that's for me I think" Minghao said from next to Vernon, making Jeonghan toss the items to him so he could sleep.

He then returned to name some other things which entices Seungkwan to say the least. "I bet you don't have EVERY 'basic needs' though" he scoffed, crossing his arms.

This made Jeonghan slightly offended. He turned in his seat to glare at the younger, "I so do!" "Nuuh, you couldn't have" "what if I do?" "Okay, if you have 5 items that I ask for then I'll pay for your next meal" "Done!" "Done!"

Seungkwan narrowed his eyes for a few momenta before clapping his hands, "ah, this, eyemask" Jeonghan took out two eyemasks from his bag before shoving it back in.

"That's easy... what about... masks?"

Jeonghan shoved his hands in and pulled out two items, "which one? Anti-covid or beautifying your face?"

You 'ooh'-ed at him, "oh yeah, we're DEFINITELY having a beauty night tonight" he said.

"Does that mean-"

You were cut off when he took out a jar of facemask that you both loved. Seeing the item in his hand made you squeal in delight.

"Damn it, that was my next guess," Seungkwan muttered under his breath, "okay so, I'll play fair and call it 3 out of 5... but next is... iphone earbuds!" He exclaimed, trying to trick his hyung since he knew his hyung uses a samsung phone.

(Not so) shockingly, he had one in his bag, holding it proudly.

While Seokmin and Soonyoung were whooping in excitement and wonder, Seungkwan was muttering curses under his breath.

Jeonghan looked extremely proud of himself, he had a grin permanently etched on his face which irked Seungkwan even more due to his smugness.

"Okay, okay, one more, you don't have this then I won't have to pay for your damn meal" he said. Jeonghan just shrugged and motioned for Seungkwan to go forth with his guess.

It took him a moment to think of something. Eyebrows were scrunched and eyes flitting, indicating that he's thinking hard.

A look of revelation suddenly appeared on his face. With a smirk, he bravely said, "sanitary pads"

The whole car 'boo'ed at him and his absurd guess. "That is just absurd!" Jihoon said, "hey, I played fair! He said anything!" Seungkwan retorted, defending himself.

Everyone was split between supporting Seungkwan's guess and saying that he was misusing the loophole, some were just straight up calling him nasty, in which you replied with, "how is it nasty ? YOU're nasty"

"Everyone, everyone!" Jeonghan called out, effectively shutting everyone up, "Seungkwan may have found a loophole and it is within his rights to use it, because let's be honest I would've too if I were him," he chuckled.

"However! What he did not realize is that I'm amazing" he smirked.

"No way..." Seungkwan said under his breath.

Jeonghan only nodded victoriously. He reached into his bag for the last time, grab the thing he wanted and held it up proudly.

The whole car went crazy.

Even the driving Mingyu got curious and looked back and forth between the back seat and the road ahead, earning a scolding smack from Seungcheol.

Seungkwan yelled out in disdain, screaming "this is unfair!" Multiple times.

"You forgot it's nearing (Y/N)'s time of the month and she seem to always have it at the most unconvenient time" he smirked.

This made you scrunch your face at him, "how did you know about my cycle??" "You seem to forget that I know a lot of stuffs about you" he smiled proudly. That didn't make you feel any better initially though.

You turn to look at Chan, "does he really know my cycle?" You asked. Chan nodded with a tight-lipped smile at you, "he remind everyone to take precautions whenever it's your period or nearing your period so that you wouldn't lash at anyone for being annoying, he even mark it on his calendar"

Now his constant sweet texts, food delivered, desserts bought, and hoodies lent during your period makes much more sense.

Knowing what you learnt, you look at Jeonghan with puppy dog eyes, batting your lashes at him, "awww you really do care about me don't you, Hannie ?" He squealed and grab your face in his hands, "awww of course I do, you're our baby, my baby" he spoke as if he was speaking with a baby.

Chan frowned at the sight before him, "I thought I was supposed to be the baby around here"

#kpop #seventeen #pledis #17 #seventeen scenario #kpop scenario #seventeen imagine #kpop au #seventeen au #mingyu #jeonghan #kpop seventeen #drabble #pledis seventeen

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outerbankswriting · 4 years

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Could it be? Chapter 12 (JJ x Reader)

JJ x Reader

CH.1 - CH.2 - CH.3 - CH.4 - CH.5 - CH.6 - CH.7 - CH.8 - CH.9 - CH.10 - CH.11

Description: She has a crush on JJ, but he has always seen her as another one of the “dudes”, or at least that’s what she thinks so she just doesn’t even try anymore, until things start to shift between the two of them. (A/N: I’M NOT GOOD AT DESCRIPTIONS BUT THESE IS JUST WHAT I WOULD LOVE TO HAPPEN IN OUTER BANKS WITH JJ)

Warnings: none

CHAPTER 12

You did not have a good night’s sleep, not even with JJ’s arms wrapped around you. Your mind was filled with thoughts about your parents coming home soon, the party with the Camerons and having to go with Rafe.

You turned to face a peacefully asleep JJ. His eyes fluttering every now and then as the sunlight softly hit his features. You stared at the wounds on his face that were almost completely healed and felt your stomach twist at the thought of JJ having to go back to his place and see his father.

As you slowly and quietly got out of bed, you glanced one last time at the blonde in your bed and made your way to the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth. You checked your phone and looked through the text messages from Sarah about going dress shopping.

Sighing, you changed into some white shorts and a pink blouse to look presentable at the stores your Kook friend was going to take you to. Once you finished getting ready, you opened the bathroom door to your bedroom and saw JJ sitting up in your bed. His eyes were puffy and his hair a complete mess.

“Morning sleepyhead.” You giggled at the sight of the barely awake JJ.

“Why are you all dressed up?” He squinted.

“I’m meeting Sarah in a couple hours to go dress shopping,” you sighed, not really wanting to leave the house, “I’m hoping it won’t take long.”

“Kook problems.” JJ mumbled before giving you a smile.

“Oh shut it,” you stuck your middle finger out at him, “JJ,”

You sat on the bed and noticed JJ’s tired eyes widen at the change of your tone.

“My parents are coming home tomorrow,”

“I know that.” He was quick to reply.

“Did you talk to John B?”

“I don’t have to,” he scratched the back of his neck, “I can just crash there and he will let me.”

“But does he know about your father?”

There was a long pause. JJ bit the bottom of his lip as he played with his fingers, clearly a bit uncomfortable.

“He knows what he needs to know.”

You raised an eyebrow at him but then nodded, accepting the fact he wasn’t going to talk about this with you, at least not right now.

After the two of you had a nice and talkative breakfast, you agreed on meeting after your dress shopping with Sarah at John B’s place since JJ was planning on spending the day there.

You met Sarah at the ferry place and took one to Chapel Hill, she noticed you were quiet and lost in thoughts, something pretty unusual from you.

“Hey I’m sorry about my big mouth,” she said softly.

You just stared at her in confusion, too invested in your own thoughts to understand what she was talking about.

“You know, for spilling the Rafe thing in front of everyone,” she went on, “I thought they knew already.”

“It’s alright.” Was all you said.

“Y/N I really am sorry,” she sighed, “I don’t want you to be mad at me.”

“I’m not mad Sarah, it’s okay.”

“Then why are you all quiet?”

You took a deep breath and decided whether to tell Sarah what was going on or simply brush it off for the moment.

“I just didn’t sleep well, I’m really tired.” You gave her a small smile. It was best to just brush it off.

“Let me buy you an iced coffee then.” She smiled back at you.

Once you arrived to Chapel Hill, the two of you walked down the streets window-shopping while finishing your iced coffee. You weren’t really in the mood of trying on a thousand dresses since you honestly couldn’t care less about the way you looked for the party so you decided to get the first simple red dress you saw.

“Are you sure you don’t want to look for more dresses?” Sarah asked as you made your way to the cashier.

“Very sure.” You said, opening your bag to take your wallet out.

“It’s a pretty dress,” she said, “at least it’s red and Rafe has plenty of red ties.”

You sighed annoyingly, remembering you and Rafe were supposed to wear matching clothing to the party. That’s such a drag.

After a few long and tiring hours of helping Sarah pick her dress, the two of you finally made your way back to Figure Eight. The ferry ride making your eyes feel heavy and Sarah’s ranting about how orange doesn’t look good on her not helping you stay awake.

“So that’s why I think the emerald dress was a great choice.” She finished and looked at you with narrow eyes.

You stared at your hands, still thinking about JJ telling you he was going to be at the party and not noticing Sarah was done talking.

“Were you even listening to me?” She asked, making you snap out of your thoughts once you felt her hand on your arm.

“Of course I was.” You lied.

“Hmm well anyways,” she shrugged, clearly noticing you hadn’t been paying attention, “we’re almost home.”

Once the two of you arrived to Sarah’s house, she convinced you on leaving your dress at her place so the day of the party the two of you could get ready together. You made sure Rafe wasn’t inside before agreeing on going to Sarah’s place.

After leaving your dresses and having something to eat, you and Sarah made your way to John B’s place to spend the rest of the day there.

“Welcome, welcome.” John B greeted you with a hug and placed a kiss on Sarah’s cheek.

To your surprise, Pope and Kie weren’t inside, leaving JJ sitting alone at the sofa with a beer in hand.

“How was the Kook life?” He asked with a grin on his face once you sat down next to him.

“Tiring and boring.” You replied, grabbing a beer.

“Hey! I heard that!” Sarah exclaimed as she made her way to the kitchen.

When you saw Sarah and John B were in the kitchen, far away to not listen to your conversation with JJ, you decided it was time to ask him.

“So,” you started, “have you talked to him?”

“Seriously?” He grunted.

“Yes JJ, seriously.”

“I told you I don’t have to ask him to st-“

“I’m not telling you to ask for his permission to stay,” you cut him off, trying to keep your voice down, “but you can’t stay here forever.”

“So what you’re asking is if he knows about my dad?”

You nodded before taking a sip of your beer, not so patiently waiting for his answer.

“He kind of knows what’s up.” He said, trying to avoid eye contact.

“I’m worried about you JJ.” You sighed.

“What happens between my dad and I is none of your business.”

His cold words made your heart sink a little, but you knew him too well to know he didn’t have bad intentions when saying them. JJ was always a private person when it came to his family, especially his dad, so you decided it was better to not push him to talk about something that made him uncomfortable.

“What I’m trying to say is that you shouldn’t worry about me.” He said once he saw you remain quiet.

“I’ll always care for you.” You said quietly as you grabbed his hand.

“What’s up with you two lovebirds.” Sarah said, holding a drink in one hand and making her way to sit next to you.

“Yeah is there something we don’t know about?” John B joined the conversation as he sat down.

You immediately let go of JJ’s hand and tried to hide the blushing that was starting to make its way to your face.

“Only that you should mind your business.” JJ winked at the couple, unbothered by their words.

John B pursed his lips and then let out a smirk, knowing his blonde friend was up to something with you but deciding it was better to let time clear his doubts.

“So when’s the party between your families?” John B asked the two of you.

“The day after tomorrow.” Sarah said, making you choke on your beer.

“What?!”

“Yeah, didn’t your parents tell you?” She furrowed her brows at you.

“They never tell me shit now that I know.” You muttered.

“Why did you think I was pressuring you into going to Chapel Hill today?”

It all made sense now, she had texted you way too many times last night and you woke up to more than five missed calls from her, but you had thought she was only bored and knowing your friend, there was nothing she loved more than going shopping.

But you would’ve never thought the party was going to be in two days, you figured out your families must have brought the date forwards.

All of this just made your head go crazy, thinking about the fact that tonight was your last night with JJ staying over at your place, tomorrow your parents were getting home and the day after that, it was going to be the day to fake being the girlfriend of Rafe while JJ watched the whole thing.

You were definitely going to need something to help you relieve the stress, and as you stared at the beers in front of you and JJ sitting by your side, you knew you couldn’t wait any longer to go back home with him.

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CH.13

A/N: oops what do y’all think will happen once the reader and JJ both get drunk and spend their last night together???

also sorry it took soooo long, I’ve been watching naruto this whole quarantine as well as studying french and my mind has been a complete MESS. the next few chapters are going to be good, GOOD.

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somethinginthewayiam · 3 years

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What happens in New York... Part 5 - Birthday Boy

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Anna (OFC)

Warnings: language, talk of sex, alcohol

Words: 3170

Summary: Anna’s event is almost over and it is a complete success. It still tales a little convincing from her assistans Sandra, but Anna finally decides to join Sebastian at his birthday party at some club. She allowes herself to give in to her feelings for him and it is getting steamy pretty quickly...

Previous chapters: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

It was getting late and a few guests had already left but there were still enough people that it was loud enough in the Grand Ballroom that you had to raise your voice when you weren’t able to catch a quiet corner or were standing or sitting quite close to your conversation partner. But Anna didn’t mind that because it meant everybody was having a good time.

It was well past 11 PM and Anna treated herself to her first glass of champagne of the night. She was standing next to Sandra who also had a glass in her hand. “To a great first event that couldn’t have gone any better, boss”, she said and clinked glasses with Anna. “Yes, it went well, didn’t it?”, she said with a bright smile and took a big sip of her drink. But the well-going of the party wasn’t the only thing Anna was smiling about.

About 1 hour ago… “Flowers for the pretty lady”, she heard a voice behind her and as she looked up, she found a single pedicel of paperwhites in front of her face. A surprised smile appeared on her face as she laid eyes on her favorite flowers. She took it out of the hand and turned around to face Sebastian.

“From all the flowers you could have ripped out of the bouquet, why this one?”, she asked curiously, trying eagerly to hold back that big smile that was about to creep up on her. “I don’t know, it just seemed right”, he shrugged his shoulders, his hands in the pockets of his dress pants. Anna bit down on her lip to still hold back the smile but he seemed to notice. “Was it a good choice?”, he asked with a cheeky grin. “You could say so”, she said as she twisted the flower between her fingers and looked down at it.

“Alright, give me your number, I’ll call you up when I’m done here”, she gave in and fished for her phone in the décolleté of her dress. “Whoa, what else have you got in there?”, he asked both surprised and amused. “Only what mother nature gave me”, she said as she scrolled threw her phone and clicked to create a new contact. “Oh, I’m well aware”, he said with a wink. “More typing, less talking”, she said and handed him her phone. With quick fingers he typed in his number and handed her back her phone. “I’m waiting for your call”, he said with a wink and now it was his turn to step closer and kiss her on the cheek as a temporary goodbye. He really hoped he would see her again tonight.

“What are you smiling about?”, Sandra pulled her out of her daydreaming. “The party, of course”, Anna said and quickly took another sip. “I know you love your work, but that was a boy-smile…You’re thinking about that Sebastian-guy, am I right?”, Sandra asked with a lowered voice and poked Annas ribs with her elbow. “I’m not”, Anna insisted, but couldn’t wipe that smile off her face. “Oh, yes you are! Look at yourself, you’re blushing”, Sandra said and started laughing. Anna instinctively reached up to touch her cheek with her free hand. “Come on, you know you want to tell me”, Sandra wiggled her eyebrows.

“He wants to meet up after I’m done here”, Anna finally admitted and felt her cheeks burning up. “Oh god, and what are you still doing here then?”, she asked with big eyes. “Hello? My work? I can’t leave before the Hastings did. Clarice would kill me if she found out”, Anna rolled her eyes. “Speaking of the devil”, Sandra mumbled and took a sip of her champagne, nodding to the front.

When Anna looked up, she saw the Hastings and her boss Clarice walk up to her. She quickly put her glass down on the nearby table and smoothened out the skirt of her dress. “Anna, darling, what a wonderful night. I can’t remember having such a wonderful time at my own charity”, Mrs. Hastings came over to give her little air kisses on each side of her face again. “I’m glad you had such a wonderful time, Mrs. Hastings”, Anna said with a nervous smile. “It was really a magnificent party. Well done”, Mr. Hastings said and congratulated Anna with a strong handshake. After a little polite chitchat, Mrs. Hastings kissed Anna again for goodbye and linked arms with her husband as they started to walk towards the exit.

“Come by my office on Monday and let’s talk about your performance tonight”, Clarice said and gave Anna a little kiss on one cheek before she left with the Hastings. “Oh my god”, Anna formed with her lips as she turned around to Sandra and she resisted the urge to jump up and down like teenagers. “I told you everything would go fine”, Sandra said with an I-told-you-so expression on her face, but you could see that she was hyped too.

“Oh god, this is so amazing, I could cry”, Anna said and felt her eyes getting wet. “Should I get us another glass?”, she asked instead and emptied hers with one big sip. “Are you kidding me?”, Sandra asked with big eyes. “Okay, then just for me”, Anna said a bit irritated and pulled up her eyebrows. “No, I mean, what are you still doing here?”, Sandra asked. Anna looked at her confused. “The Hastings are gone as well as Clarice. You should be in a cab right now, calling that hot guy where to meet up”, Sandra explained and took the glass out of Anna’s hand. “You’re right…you’re right”, Anna said and nodded her head in accordance with her words. “But the caterer and the band…”, Anna pointed towards the kitchen and the stage, where the band was still playing since they were booked until midnight.

“Don’t worry about it, I will take care of anything. Now go, get laid”, Sandra said and only resisted slapping Annas ass by still having a glass in each hand. “Sandra!”, Anna called out indignantly just to burst out laughing the next second. “Go!”, Sandra said and Anna finally got going. She kissed Sandra goodbye on her cheek, mumbled an embraced “Thank you” at her ear and almost ran out of the ballroom. She took the elevator up to the room where she had gotten ready in the afternoon and grabbed her purse. Sandra would take care of her clothes and bring them to her office on Monday.

While she rode back down to the lobby, she typed “I’m done here, where are you?”, into her phone. Just a few seconds later he texted her the address of a club Downtown. A big smile appeared on her face and her heart raced. She had butterflies in her stomach as she thought about seeing him again and couldn’t wait to finally get into a cab.

While she was on her way to the club, Anna opened up her ponytail and combed out the hairspray Gladys had used to fix everything. She knew how much Sebastian liked it when she wore her hair down. She put the little brush back into her purse and pulled out her cosmetic bag. Anna freshened up her make-up and was finished just as she arrived at the club. She paid the driver and got out.

Anna walked up to the bouncer and told him her name. Sebastian had texted her that he would put her on the list. With a nod towards another man at the entrance, he ticked her off the list and she was able to walk through the open doors.

It was almost midnight and the club was stacked with people. Anna had problems getting through the big crowd. She squeezed past people towards the back of the club where the booths were. She had to check in again with a bouncer and when he had ticked her off his list, she was finally able to get to the seating area. Her eyes wandered over the booths and spotted him before he saw her. The butterflies in her stomach were wide awake again. He had the top of his dress shirt unbuttoned and his jacket laid next to him on the big sofa.

Anna walked straight towards Sebastian and he stood up with a big smile as soon as he spotted her, so happy that she had actually come. Before he could even say something, her hands reached up to cup his face and pull it close for a deep, passionate kiss. His arms immediately wrapped around her waist and pulled her close. It took her a few seconds before she pulled back, her hands still on his face. “Happy Birthday”, she said and licked her lips. “It really is”, he said a bit out of breath.

“Uhm, those are my friends”, he said after a few moments and after realizing they were still at a club and not alone in his apartment. “Oops”, Anna said to him and turned around to face four surprised faces. “Guys, this is Anna”, Sebastian said and Anna leaned a little forward to shake everyone’s hand as Sebastian introduced them since they were sitting in a little booth-like corner. “We heard a lot about you”, a big, tall, muscled guy on the other end of the table said as she came to shake his hand, but she didn’t catch his name because it was too loud in here.

“Oh, I hope only good things”, she said and took a seat next to Sebastian, who immediately pulled her close and didn’t let go of her hand. “As if I could say anything bad about you”, Sebastian muttered at her ear and his breath tickled her neck. She turned her head to face him and got lost in his eyes again.

“I heard you had your first self-planned event tonight. How was it?”, the guy from before asked. “Yes, I did and it was really great. But I’m really glad it is over. Those were some stressful weeks”, Anna told him and rolled her eyes. “Yes, she was really stressed out, but I’m glad I was able to help her with that a bit”, Sebastian said and winked. Anna’s elbow hit his ribs and he coughed down a laugh. “So what do you guys do?”, Anna looked at Sebastians friends in a need to change the subject.

The small talk went on for a little while until a waiter came to take the next drink orders. “What do you want to drink? A Jack Daniels maybe?”, Sebastian asked with wiggling eyebrows. “Oh no, thanks. I always end up having sex with you when that drink is near me”, she said to him. “We’ll take two Jack Daniels”, Sebastian turned to the waiter and placed his order. “You’re so stupid”, she playfully slapped his shoulder. “But you like me”, he said with a big smile and it didn’t sound like a question. “Maybe, but for the sake of your birthday, let’s say I do”, she flirted with him and casually rested her hand on his thigh.

Their drinks came just a moment later and everybody raised their glasses for a toast. “To Sebastian, a great man, a great friend and a great actor. Happy Birthday, buddy!”, Don, his friend and personal trainer said. Anna was able to catch his name from the conversation before when one of the other guys asked him a question. “To Sebastian!”, everybody else joined in and took a sip of their drinks. “Oh, I’m gonna regret this tomorrow”, Anna said to herself as she felt the burning liquid pouring down her throat. She didn’t even like the drink itself but what it reminded her of.

“Hey, let’s go dance”, Anna said and got up. “I don’t know”, Sebastian shook his head. “Come on. I had to dance with you at my party, now you have to dance with me at your party”, Anna said to him and pulled on his hand to get him to stand up. “Yeah, but I don’t know how to move to that music”, he said and pointed up towards the boxes. “Oh, I see”, Anna said and nodded her head with a playful smile. “You’re afraid you can’t bring it out there”, she said and recreated his little speech from her charity event when he wanted to get her to dance with him.

“I see what you’re doing and it’s not going to work”, he called her out and pulled on her hand to get her to sit back down again. “But maybe this will”, she said and bent down to give him a deep kiss. “Let’s dance!”, Sebastian almost jumped up when Anna broke the kiss again which caused her to laugh out loud. He grabbed her hand and together they walked out of the booth area and downstairs to the dancefloor.

A remixed version of Ariana Grande’s Into You started playing. Anna had to smile about the song since she knew a bit of the lyrics from hearing it on the radio all the time. Sebastian led her to almost the middle of the dancefloor, surrounded by dozens of people. Anna immediately got hot, but maybe it was just Sebastian standing so close to her. His hands were on her hips and one of them started a little journey on its own.

Anna started moving to the beat of the music, feeling the vibrations of the bass wandering through her body. She looked up and met with Sebastians eyes that were completely focused on her. Her arms reached up and wrapped around his neck. It only took her a second to forget where she was and only saw him. Every move she made, every sway of her hips, every body-roll, she did it just for him. She wanted to turn him on and make him go crazy just as he made her crazy by just being so close to her, looking the way he did.

Anna turned around, took his arms and wrapped them around her waist from behind and moved with him. She stuck her ass out and pressed it against his pelvis, circling her hips. It looked like they almost had sex on the dancefloor. Normally, Anna would never act so over the top, so intimate with someone in public but they didn’t even had the chance to have some space between them even if they had wanted to because of all the people. But she lost herself in him in a way she had never experienced before with anyone.

She turned back around and looked up at his face. Anna couldn’t resist and got on her tiptoes to kiss him right there on the dancefloor. She put her arms around his neck again and deepened the kiss. She wanted more and more of him and there was only one way to get that.

“Let’s get out of here”, she said by his ear and had to scream to fight the loud music. Instead of answering her with words, he just started nodding heavily and made Anna laugh. They trudged their way through the crowd back to their booth so Anna could get her purse. “We’re leaving”, Sebastian said to his friends. “Yeah, we figured that. We saw you ‘dancing’”, Don said and made quotation marks in the air with his fingers. Sebastian rolled his eyes at him, but then said goodbye with a handshake to him and his friends. Anna waved in the round and they got going.

Outside, Anna was finally able to catch some fresh air. Only now she noticed how stifling the air was in the club. She took a few deep breaths as Sebastian tried to get a cab and just then she realized what she was about to do. She would have sex with him…again! And, oh boy, she couldn’t wait.

“Anna!”, he called her over and held the cab door open for her. He told the driver his address and the cab started to move as Anna intervened. “Please take us to 122nd and Manhattan, thank you”, she said and dropped back into her seat. Sebastian looked at her with a questioning look. “It’s my address…it’s closer”, she mumbled and blushed a bit.

He should be happy that she had just invited him to her apartment for the first time, but he only heard “Let’s have sex immediately”. Sebastian leaned over and started kissing her, he got really into it. “Sebastian, not here”, she pushed him back a little with a shy smile and looked to the front of the cab to check if the driver was watching them instead of the street. “Come on, I bet he has seen way more than two people kissing”, Sebastian tried to calm her. “Oh yes, I did”, the driver said from his seat.

The fact that he was listening and actually felt the need to join their conversation also convinced Sebastian to hold back until they arrived at Annas apartment. Sebastian paid the cab driver and as soon as the cab was gone, he was alone with Anna. Weirdly enough, nobody was around at the moment and it was just a bit over midnight on a Saturday night.

“So…”, Sebastian said and walked over to her. “So…”, she replied. “Are we moving this upstairs?”, he asked her as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. “You are eager to see my apartment”, she said with a playful smile and wrapped her arms around his neck, her purse in one hand.

“Yeah, let’s say that and also I can’t wait to get my birthday present”, he winked at her with a smug smile. “Birthday present? It’s past midnight, your birthday is over. How long are you intending to ride the birthday train?”, she asked back. “As long as it takes to get you to ride the birthday boy”, he answered and Anna was surely surprised by his answer. Not because how direct it was but how accurate to what she was thinking.

“Okay, that was cheesy. Thank god I know you can do better or else I wouldn’t even take you upstairs”, Anna said and got out of Sebastians grip. She turned around to walk over to the buildings entrance and immediately felt Sebastian’s arms wrapped around her waist again, his mouth at her neck, kissing upwards to her ear.

“Can I please come up and see your apartment?”, he asked in the sweetest voice and placed further kisses on her neck and behind her ear as he waited for her answer. “That’s how you ask a girl”, Anna mumbled with closed eyes and bit down on her lip. She needed to take him up and into her apartment because she wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer. So, she took his hands off her waist and kept holding his hand with her left one as she dragged him behind her towards the apartment building.

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janicho88 · 4 years

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Falling For You - Part 1

Pairing- Dean x Lisa(past), Female!Reader x OMC Justin(past), Eventual Dean x Female!Reader

Word Count-3019

Warning- Mentions of cheating, slight angst. This is going to be a bit of a slow burn.

A/N- I had an idea for a one shot, and giving a backstory to Dean and the Reader meeting took on a life of its own. This story is AU, and un beta’d.

Summary- After being burned before you had sworn off finding love for now. Coming home from work one night there is a strange man pounding on your door. Neither of you knew what this meeting would lead to.

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It had been a long day at work and you just wanted to get home to your couch, although you knew that would have to wait. The apartment needed some cleaning, and you needed to wash laundry too. You had put it off, work keeping you busier than usual the last 2 weeks, and you really should go hit the gym. You had been slacking there too.

The elevator was being inspected when you walked in the building so you had taken the stairs Reaching your floor you were surprised to find a man standing in front of your door continuously knocking. Slowing walking over you looked around, no one else seemed to be near. Knowing the time, your neighbor across the hall, Jess was probably on her way home from work, you weren’t completely certain about her fiancé though. The other two apartments on this level kept to themselves.

“Hi, Can I help you?” You cautiously asked.

“Nope.”

“Are you sure?”

The greenest eyes you had ever seen turned to look at you with a grin forming. “Thanks, but I’m just waiting for my brother to let me in, unless you want to give me your number for later?”

“I’m good thanks, but why is your brother letting you in there?” You didn’t get any danger vibes from this guy, so you weren’t too worried about standing here talking to him yet.

“Well miss nosey, it’s because he lives there.”

“I don’t think he does.”

“Really, and how would you know anything?” The man back to pounding on your door.

Before you could respond Jess’ fiancé Sam came running up the steps sweaty from his evening jog.

“Dude, you weren’t supposed to be here till tomorrow, and why are you blocking Y/N’s door?” Sam unlocked his door across from you and went to hug his brother.

The man backed away from him, “Seriously man? You’re sweaty and gross, shower first. I needed to get out of there, and traffic on the way up was pretty light. You told me you and Jess were 44.”

“No Dean, I told you we were 43. We live on the fourth floor in the third apartment number 43. You weren’t listening,” Sam turned to you still unable to get into your apartment. “Sorry Y/N, this is my older brother Dean. He just got up here from Kansas, he’s staying with us for a little while. I’ll get him out of your way,” He leaned down to grab one of Dean’s bags before heading into his apartment.

Dean turned to look at you then looking at your door before he leaned down to pick up the other bag. “Oops!” With that he headed into the open apartment and shut the door. Shaking your head you went to unlock your own door.

Heading to your bedroom after setting your things down, you figured if you didn't get your workout done first it wasn’t going to happen. Quickly changing you grabbed some laundry and went to throw a load in the washer so the first load would be done when your workout was finished. Very thankful to have a washer and dryer in your apartment. Grabbing your key you headed the gym on the ground floor. An hour on the bike left you feeling a little better, getting out some of your frustrations.

Back inside your apartment you changed the laundry and started on your dusting and window washing before vacuuming. Finally finished, you headed for a shower to clean off the dirt and sweat.

All clean you ventured to the kitchen to see what you could whip up for dinner. When a knock at your door pulled you away. Who could be here now you wondered.

Opening the door you came face to face with Mr green eyes again. Shoot, what did Sam say his name was.

“Your brother still lives across the hall.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that. I swear Sammy told me it was 44. I just wanted to come say I was sorry for bothering you earlier. I know the right place now.”

“It’s fine. Have a nice visit.”

“Thanks it’s not really a visit. I’m Dean, like he said, I’m his older brother.”

“Y/N, the neighbor. Nice to meet you Dean.” Holding out your hand to Dean his bigger hand engulfed it in a firm shake.

“Would you let me take you out for a bite to apologize for my first impression?”

“I don’t know if that’s a good…”

“It’s not a date,” He hurriedly cut in. “It’s just, I mean, you seem like a nice person, and you would probably be a great date, but it’s not. It will just be food I swear. Tomorrow afternoon, or night? I don’t know if you have big Saturday plans?”

“Shouldn’t you be spending time with your brother?”

“He has a work dinner with Jess they can’t miss.”

You thought about it for a moment. You had been friends with Sam and Jess a little while now and trusted them, so you should be able to trust his brother. “I’m supposed to go dress shopping with my friend Meg, tomorrow. We should be done by 6 if you really want to grab some dinner.”

“Sounds good, sweetheart, I’ll knock on your door again then.”

“Okay, goodnight Dean. Oh and welcome to Michigan.” Shaking your head you shut the door to go back to your search for tonight’s dinner.

The fridge was pretty empty, you didn’t even have any frozen microwaveable meals left. Looks like grocery shopping just became part of your weekend plans. Settling on a bag of popcorn, it is a vegetable of sorts, somehow right? You finally headed for the couch and turned on the Hallmark Channel to see if there was a movie you could get lost in for the rest of the evening. Before you know it, it was time for bed so you could get an early start on tomorrow.

It was an honor to be asked to be the Maid of Honor, right? You needed to keep reminding yourself of this as you wandered through the dress shop the next day with Meg. Meg was a friend from elementary school and sometimes you think you are the MoH because many others would not have been able to handle this process with her. She could be a little blunt and rude, but you were used to this and could take the wedding craziness coming from her. 5 hours and two shops later she finally found the perfect dress for herself. You couldn’t be happier since you had already spent two other Saturday’s out searching.

Her fiancé Cas, thankfully had the patience of an angel. They had met when Meg left for college in Kansas, he was a year older than her. After graduation he had followed her back up here. Six years later, Cas finally got her to say ‘yes’. She seemed to be a better person with him around, a little kinder. They would be good for each other and you were very happy for them.

Your love life on the other hand, was not so lucky. Two months ago, you had broken up with your only serious boyfriend. A night out with friends had ended in tears when trying out the new bar in town. You had turned around in time to see a flash of Justin in a corner booth, walking over you found him lip locked with another woman. You stood there shocked for a moment when the woman noticed you staring and commented on it. A look of shock on Justin’s face as he quickly moved away from her and tried to explain The rest of your drink ended up on him as you walked out of the bar. Meg having seen the whole thing took you home and kept your now ex out when he came over to try and talk to you. The guys you had been out with before him, hadn’t done much for your faith in men either, having made the choice to give up dating for now. You were two years away from thirty, and had always thought by now you would have settled down. Maybe that wasn’t in the cards for you.

It was only a little after three so you decided to stop at the grocery store on the way home, this way you wouldn’t need to run out tomorrow. You would be able to just enjoy a day at home. Arriving home you pulled into your assigned spot and went to empty your car, you were one of those people who tried to carry everything in one trip. At least the elevator passed yesterday’s inspection and was running today, or it would be a challenge carrying everything at once up 4 flights of stairs. Although you couldn’t open your door with your hands full and keys in your pocket. Freeing a hand you finally worked it open as the door opened behind you.

“Need a hand?” Turning around Dean was standing in the doorway leading to the opposite apartment.

“You don’t have to, half the challenge was getting it up here.”

“I know I don’t have to,” As he finished talking Dean leaned down to pick up the discarded bags. “Dinner for tonight or are we still good to go?”

“Still good to go, I just had an empty fridge and decided to hit the store today and enjoy tomorrow.”

Dean set the bags on the counter and started to unpack them. Looking at the various items he turned to you holding up molasses and baking soda, “These aren’t your typical dinner items.”

“No, this is me getting a head start on what I need for Christmas baking. I know it’s the start of October, but December comes quick, and I like to have my baking done for my family’s Christmas party the first weekend of December.”

“You bake?”

“Yes, I actually really enjoy it.”

“So what all do you make cookies, cakes, pies maybe?”

Laughing at the hopeful look in his eye at the last item you nodded your head. “Yes, those plus bars, and different candies. Christmas I do the most, although not usually pie for that. Different holidays or events vary, or when I’m in a funk and just want to get lost in my kitchen.”

“Ever need a pie tester, I’ll gladly volunteer.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” The groceries unloaded Dean looked around before heading out saying he would be back at six. Glancing at the clock you saw it was almost five and decided to hop in the shower to get cleaned up.

There was a knock on your door right at six, dressed casually in jeans, a sweater and tall black heeled boots you opened it to see Dean smiling at you. Also having gone casual with jeans and a dark green henley. “Ready to go, Y/N?”

“Yep, all set. So where are we going Mr. Winchester?” Dean turned, giving you a funny look, as you got into the elevator “What?”

“How do you know my last name? Been looking into me?”

“You’re Sam’s brother, right? I kinda thought they would be the same.”

“Oh, yeah, true. As for our destination, I thought I’d surprise you.”

You screwed up your face but just nodded. You didn’t want to come across as rude to whatever he was thinking. Getting in the car he turned to look at you, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” There wasn’t much you hated more than surprises.

“Your face said otherwise a minute ago.”

“I was just thinking about something else, all good here,” You gave him a smile before looking out the window.

A short while later you pulled up outside a bar you hadn’t been to in a few months. Quietly getting out of the car you followed Dean inside. “Sam told me about this place, he said it was fairly new, but the food is good. Have you been here yet?”

“Once, but I wasn’t here long enough to eat.” It was early enough still it wasn’t too busy yet, Dean heading over to a booth asking if that was alright. You agreed and sat across from him. After ordering drinks and food it was a little awkward between the two of you. This wasn’t a date, what was it. You didn’t know the man so it wasn’t even friends hanging out. Not wanting to sit in silence any longer you decided to break it.

“How long are you visiting for?”

“I’m working on moving up here actually, I’m staying with Sam and Jess while I look for a place and find some work. Then I’ll head back to Lawrence with Sam and we’re going to drive my stuff back.”

“Oh wow, like the mitten state that much huh?”

Dean was quiet for a moment before answering, it almost seemed like he was having an internal battle on how to respond. “I needed a change and my brother and best friend both moved up here. Sam and I were pretty close growing up, and it would be nice to be near him again. My parents are still in Kansas but have talked about moving for a while. I can see them heading up here if Sam and Jess are here, especially if they end up having kids. I guess I’m going before I get left behind.” There was a sadness in his eyes that told you something was missing from his story.

“What kind of work are you looking for?”

“I actually was in business with my dad before I left. Owned an auto repair shop and we specialized in classic car restorations. Dad’s keeping the shop, but I’m guessing he’ll retire in a year or two and sell it. Going to see if anyone around here is hiring for now. How about you, what is it that you do?”

“Oh, I work at a physical therapy clinic in the business office. It’s usually a nice 9-5 job, but we had someone leave unexpectedly in the front office so I’ve been filling in for her and trying to do my work too. Makes for some later days. Someone new is starting next week so once they are trained it should calm down again.”

Dean was watching you and noticed you were doing your best to avoid looking around the bar, your focus either him or the table. “Is there someone you don’t want to see you here? A boyfriend I should worry about coming to beat me up? What’s up?”

“No, nothing like that.” Taking a deep breath you look up at Dean, “This place doesn't have great memories for me. The one time I was here I caught my then boyfriend making out with someone else. It was definitely a surprise, I wasn’t a fan of surprises before, but that was one of the worst I could have.”

“I’m sorry, I guess I should have checked the place with you first.”

Reaching across the table you put your hand on top of Dean’s, “No it’s okay. I really should just get over it anyways. It’s stupid on my part, right?”

“Not at all Sweetheart,” Dean turns his hand over giving yours a squeeze. “I understand to well how much that stings.” Letting out a deep breath he continues, “I had been dating this girl for over a year. Thought she was it ya know. I came home from work early to surprise her one day and found her in our bed with another guy.”

“Oh Dean, I am so sorry!”

He gave you a little smile before continuing, “It was my house. I kicked her out and put it up for sale, packed up my stuff and ended up storing it at my parents while I was staying in my childhood bedroom. I just couldn’t stay there. Got lucky it sold in a few months. I would see the two of them all around town and needed to get out of there. Sammy, and my childhood best friend, Cas like it up here so I decided to give it a shot”

“Wait, Cas? Is he engaged to Meg?”

“Uh, yeah why?”

“She’s my best friend, I’m her maid of honor. I’ve met Cas, he’s a great guy.”

“Yeah, she’s good for him. Takes him out of his comfort zone. Good for them, me on the other hand. I don’t see myself dating anytime soon.”

“Me either, I don’t have the best luck with relationships. I’m sorry for what you went though, you didn’t deserve that.”

“Neither did you.” You both sat there taking in what the other had said.

Dean spoke first, “I wouldn’t mind making a new friend though. Especially if she needs any taste testing when baking.”

Laughing before leaning back against the booth more relaxed than you had been, “I think new friends are good.”

Deciding it was time to lighten the subject you asked him another question. “So what brought Sam up here? I know Jess was from Indiana, not here either.”

“After law school Sam had been offered a position in a big firm in Ann Arbor, which I guess is like 30-40 minutes from here. Jess didn't want to live in the bigger city, she wanted to be in a little smaller town if they could. She said they did big city living in California during college and could visit Ann Arbor, or Chicago from here. Sam liked the idea of that too. I think they are both thinking of where they want to raise kids eventually”

“This is a good town to grow up in, I did. Why they moved here never came up in conversation. I’ve hung out with her and Meg before, and neither mentioned Sam and Cas were from the same town.”

The two of you spent the rest of the night talking and laughing more at ease knowing where the other stood. It was after 11 when Dean pulled back into the apartment parking lot. This had been one of the best nights you had had in awhile.

Part 2

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