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rashoumon-homo · 4 months

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No Such Tastes In Men pt.2 (Dazai x Reader)

Dazai x Male Reader, NSFW

-> Content Warnings: oral (m!reader receiving), dom/sub undertones, dom!reader

-> 1.4k words

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Author Note: This accidentally ended up being twice the length of the first one, oops

You expected that sucking Dazai off in an alleyway would make things weird between the two of you. You’d mentally prepared yourself for him to avoid you, but the next day things are… normal. Whenever you spot him on your usual spy routes, he looks fine; well-adjusted. Not at all like someone who’s in the midst of a sexuality crisis.

Maybe he really is straight after all.

After a week of uncomfortable normalcy, you’re beginning to wonder if you imagined the whole thing. Not only has Dazai not mentioned the incident at all, he gives every impression it’s not even on his mind. Your weekly one-on-one update meeting with him is in an hour and somehow you’re the one who’s nervous.

You’re too anxious to drink your usual coffee beforehand, so you decide to head to the meeting location early instead. This time it’s at an abandoned warehouse you haven’t been to before, so it’ll be good to scope out the spot anyway.

When you arrive, a whole 45 minutes early, you’re surprised to see Dazai sitting on a crate reading that book he carries everywhere with him.

When he hears you coming, he glances up, looking a little surprised. “You’re early.”

“So are you,” you say defensively.

He hops down from the crate and dusts himself off. “The mission I was on ended early and I had time to kill, so I thought I might as well wait here,” he explains, even though you didn’t ask. “Are you okay? You seem nervous.”

“M’not,” you insist, sidestepping him when he inches closer.

“You don’t need to be,” he presses further. “I don’t want things between us to be weird just because you sucked my dick once.”

Your heart skips a beat. “So you do remember it!”

Dazai flashes one of his flirty smiles at you. “Couldn’t stop thinking about it.” He leans back against the crates, arms crossed loosely over his chest. His gaze is on the rafters above, rather than your face as he continues. “I’d heard the myth that men give better blow jobs, since they’re more familiar with the equipment so to speak, but I admit I was surprised to find that it’s true. And when I think back on that night, I’m not just thinking about the feel of a mouth around me - I’m thinking about everything. Your hands on my thighs, the feeling of my fingers running through your hair… it’s YOUR mouth I’m turned on by.” Dazai rakes his fingers through his hair in frustration. “And I guess by extension, it’s you.”

His cheeks are pink when he fixes his gaze on you again. You’re playing with your hands nervously, running the pad of your thumb over your bitten nail beds. You feel like a deer in the headlights with him looking at you so intensely. There’s no doubt in your mind he can see your anxiety written on your face.

“So I decided,” he says, more softly, “I want to do it to you too.”

You gape at him. “Me?” you ask. “You want to… suck my dick?”

“Yeah,” he says casually. “Maybe I have more of a taste for it than I originally thought. And besides, I feel like I should pay you back somehow for all the orgasms you’ve given me.”

“Orgasms, plural?” you ask. You feel like your knees are gonna give out so you sit on one of the crates nearby.

Dazai smirks. “The one in the alley, and all the times I’ve jerked off to the memory of it.”

He moves to stand in front of you, slotting himself between your legs. He fiddles with the shoulder of your shirt and asks, “So, can I?”

You grip his forearms and gently push him to his knees in response. He looks up at you with those adorably eager eyes, obediently waiting for instructions.

“Ever given a blow job before?” you ask.

He shakes his head. “I’m a quick learner,” he offers.

You don’t doubt it. Your fingers trace along his jaw, pushing gently at his lower lip. “Open for me,” you say, pressing against the seam of his lips. He does, allowing you to slip your thumb inside. You feel along the ridges of his teeth, mapping out the inside of his mouth by touch. When you press lightly against his tongue, he pushes back against you.

“So good,” you murmur. You remove your thumb and replace it with your index and middle finger. You press along his tongue, further to the back of his mouth, until you hit his gag reflex and he makes a choking sound.

“You okay?” you ask, quickly taking out your fingers.

“I want the real thing,” Dazai whines when he recovers. “Stop teasing me!”

A brat, hmm? you think to yourself. You’ll be nice to him today, but if this arrangement continues, you’ll have fun breaking him.

“Take it out then,” you say, leaning back.

Dazai eagerly unbuttons your pants and takes your cock in his hand. He looks like he’s about to just go at it, but you stop him.

“Don’t try to deepthroat, okay?” you warn. “That’s too much for your first time. I want you to take your time learning how to use your tongue and your hand to make me feel good. I’ll give you tips here and there but for the most part you should be able to tell what’s working from my reactions. Got it?”

He nods. “Good boy,” you say quietly.

Dazai looks at the cock in his hand for a minute, running his thumb along the veins before gently stroking it. He tests out a couple different speeds, settling with a slow, firm pace when he notices how it makes your breathing go shallow. A bead of precum wells at the tip, which, after a second of hesitation, he laps up.

You laugh at the way he tries to hide his grossed-out expression. “Cum tastes better,” you assure him.

He licks your cockhead again, and this time takes it into his mouth. His eyes are trained on you as he runs his tongue over it. Your hips stutter when his tongue flicks over the slit. He sinks a little lower, but his hand has stilled completely.

“Try using them at the same time,” you groan, tapping on the back of his hand to remind him it’s still wrapped around your shaft.

Dazai resumes pumping you, now pairing it with little licks and bobs of his head. You groan, hand moving to stroke the back of his head.

“That’s it, just like that,” you sigh. “Think you can take me a little deeper?”

Dazai can’t nod, but he increases how much he takes into his mouth on the next bob. You know you’re probably right against his gag reflex now, so you’re careful not to push his head.

“Fuck, Dazai,” you moan. “Your mouth… so fucking good…”

You can see him palming himself through his pants out of the corner of your eye. He lets out a little whimper at your praise, and the vibration feels incredible.

“Ngh, gonna come soon,” you warn him. “Pull off… if you want… or you can keep going.”

Dazai doesn’t change his motions, and within a few seconds you’re spilling into his mouth. “Dazai…” you moan, abs clenching hard.

When the orgasm fades out, you carefully drag your softening cock out of his mouth. His mouth is still full of your cum, like he’s not sure what to do with it.

“You can swallow or spit, I won’t be offended,” you say quickly.

He thinks about it for a second, then spits it on the ground beside him. There’s a thoughtful look in his eye as he runs his tongue around the inside of his mouth, tasting you.

“It’s not bad,” he says finally.

You tuck yourself back into your pants. “You’re right that you’re a quick learner. That was pretty good.”

“Eh, it was just my first try. I know I’ll get better with practice.” A playful look makes its way across his face. “Wanna be my tutor?”

“More than anything,” you say with a smile. You raise an eyebrow. “Does this mean you do have a taste for men after all?”

Dazai pouts. “I have a taste for you,” he clarifies. “I’m not ready to label myself yet anyway.”

You nod knowingly. “I understand! There’s no rush.”

Before you get the chance to continue the conversation, your phone pings with a reminder.

“Time for our weekly meeting, apparently,” you say, grinning. “Shall we get to it?”

Dazai grins back and stands up. “Now, where were we?”

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navybrat817 · 1 year

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Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Andy Barber x Female Reader Summary: You give Andy a call, but may have more questions than answers. Word Count: Over 1.3k Warnings: No major warnings. Reader is broke (is that a warning?), Andy Barber (he's a warning, okay?) A/N: Follow up to Keep the Change and building this world! Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby (thank you!), but any and all mistakes are my own. Moodboard by yours truly, divider by the amazing @firefly-graphics, and warning banner by the wonderful @sgt-seabass. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are welcome!

You weren’t sure how you made it through the rest of your shift when all you wanted to do was call Andy. It was late by the time you got home and refused to disturb him at that time. You couldn’t sleep though. Not when your mind raced with the possibilities of what the potential job could be.

Maybe he needs a personal assistant. Could I handle someone that handsome being my boss?

Researching Andy on the internet didn’t calm your thoughts. From what you gathered, he had practiced law before he invested in a friend’s real estate company. When that took off, he invested in additional real estate and a range of various businesses and companies. He did well for himself, but you refused to look at his speculated net worth.

It’s not like he’s going to hand any of his cash directly over to me.

Andy was also single. At least, he wasn't married anymore. A quiet divorce before he made his money. You could only imagine how difficult it had to be for him to date. How many people wanted his money and nothing more?

A man as handsome as him, you couldn't picture him sleeping alone. Was it wrong that your gaze lingered on a few photos of him in his suits? Was his beard as soft as it looked?

You decided to call him the next morning. Normally you would have had your first cup of coffee consumed by then, but you didn’t want to be jittery on the call. Your fingers drummed nervously on the counter anyway as you waited for him to answer. Maybe it was too early. Or maybe he was like you and needed caffeine before he conversed with others.

“This is Andy,” the deep voice rang through the phone once he picked up.

“Hi,” your voice cracked. Cringing, you pulled the phone away to clear your throat. “Sorry about that.”

“Hi, honey. Don’t be sorry. I was expecting your call,” his voice softened, a bashful smile forming on your face when he recognized your voice.

A smile that quickly shifted to a yawn.

This call is off to a wonderful start.

“You didn't just wake up, did you?” he asked. "Did you sleep okay?"

“I'm fine. I just haven’t had my caffeine yet,” you tried to joke.

“I know that feeling,” he chuckled. “I hope it wasn't rude of me to ask. I just want to make sure you’re getting enough rest.”

“So you overtip when someone stiffs me, you want to make sure I’m sleeping enough, and you have a possible job for me?” you asked.

You didn’t want to sound suspicious since he was nothing but kind to you. The question is why he’s so nice. You weren’t naive enough to ignore that he was somewhat of a powerful man. Probably liked being in control. Money could get people like him far. You, on the other hand, didn’t have any. Power, money, anything.

You didn’t want to be a charity case.

“You don’t trust my intentions,” he mused.

You bit the inside of your cheek as you thought of how to respond. Saying the wrong thing could cost you whatever he had to offer. On the other hand, transparency might be the best option.

“I want to trust your intentions. It’s just that most people today don’t display kindness without expecting something in return,” you said carefully, keeping the device at your ear as you grabbed a coffee mug out of the cupboard. “I don’t want to lump you in that category and I hope it doesn’t sound like I am. I think part of me is waiting for the other shoe to drop because my luck hasn’t been so great. I guess I’m being cautiously optimistic.”

Andy hummed on the other end of the line, but didn’t say anything.

You closed your eyes, an apology on the tip of your tongue as your stomach sank. Why did you have to say what you did? It didn't matter. Beneath the nerves, you were proud of yourself for answering truthfully.

Though at this point, you waited for Andy to tell you to get rid of his card and not call again.

Would it be a blessing if he stopped coming into the diner so you could save face, or a curse that you pissed off a great customer and might never see him again?

"I appreciate your honesty."

You opened your eyes and pulled the phone away for a second to look at it. Surely you misheard him. "You do?"

"Yes, I do. You wouldn't believe how many people tell me what they think I want to hear instead of the truth. Maybe they do it to spare my feelings or avoid confrontation, but it's a hindrance more than anything."

"So you prefer honesty?" you asked. "Even if it's something you don't want to hear?"

"One thing you'll learn about me is that I value honesty," he said.

You wondered how many other things you'd learn.

"An ex-lawyer who likes to hear the truth."

"You did your research on me," he said.

"I may have a little," you admitted, your cheeks hot when he chuckled again.

I can't think a laugh sounds sexy if I work for him.

"Research is a good thing. I would expect anyone to do so before switching jobs."

"Speaking of that," you began, eager to shift the conversation to work and not about looking him up on the internet. "You still haven't told me what this job is all about. I'm not even sure which business it's for."

"Do you have your resume ready?" he asked.

Why isn't he answering my question?

"I do," you answered, glancing at your printer where your recent copy was sitting. "Though I can't exactly tailor it to the specific job if I don't know what it is, Mr. Barber."

"Call me Andy," he said. It was more a command than a suggestion, but somehow made you feel at ease. "I'd prefer to discuss the details in person."

You took a chance by calling, now you could take it a step further and meet him.

"And where would you like to discuss the details, Andy?"

"Are you free for lunch today? We can meet at The Courthouse at 12pm."

The Courthouse was one of the nicest restaurants in the city. The tip Andy left you the night before could maybe cover the price of an entree. Thankfully you still had a couple of decent outfits from when you had an office job.

"I'm free," you said. Luckily you had the day off. "I didn't know they were open for lunch."

"They usually open at 4pm, but they make exceptions."

What's it like to have that kind of sway over anyone?

"I don't want to go to the trouble of doing that."

"I already did," he said confidently. "I told you I was expecting your call."

"What if I had to work today?" you asked.

"I would have had to find a way to convince you to call in. And if I have my way, you'll be quitting there very soon."

"That's if I accept the job," you said, smiling as you leaned your hip against the counter. "But I'll be happy to discuss the details over lunch."

"I can send a car to pick you up," he offered.

"I'll take a cab, but thank you."

A car was too much for a job discussion and you didn't want his driver to see where you lived.

"I'll cover the cost of the cab and lunch," he said, leaving you no room to protest. "I look forward to seeing you."

You tapped a fingertip against your mug when he hung up. His businesses looked legitimate, so you didn't believe he would ask you to do something illegal. He also didn't seem like the type to waste his time and play games.

You had nothing to lose.

Here's to being cautiously optimistic.

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euphoricimagination · 2 years

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𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑯𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒍

A small thing for my favorite boy<3

Warnings: suggestive, mentions of sex

Kenma hates you right now

You are basically the backbone of his channel, helping him from the very beginning with video ideas, merch ideas, reading fans questions, contacting people, making sure he was okay. He may be the one visible in the videos, but you were always there to help him out behind the scenes. And he’s incredibly grateful and loves every part of it.

But why did you have to suggest doing a review of a love hotel for a video? And why did you have to mention it on his stream?

He knew that you did it just to embarrass him, it wasn’t the first time you mention something like this whenever you bring him food, but neither really expected that his chat will be super on board with the idea, especially wanting you two going.

The idea in itself makes him incredibly uncomfortable. It’s not like you two were innocent in the sex area, but he doesn’t want to go to a place where other people do it. How is he supposed to act in this video? Do you want to do it there? Are you just curious?

“Do we really have to do this?” he asks you when you were outside of the hotel. He had no idea what type of room you had rented, but he knew that you had use his fans request

“Unless you want your chat to keep spamming you about it, yes” you tell him while accommodating his mask “Sorry, I didn’t think it would get this far”

“It’s alright…but we have to make it as family friendly as we can”

“Of course, but it's going to be hard” you chuckle nervously “the room is quite normal, but the most requested was a prison theme”

“You saw the other one?”

“Yeah, the photos on the website, there was no way to do a video on there” you say making him sigh, of course guys fans will want him to go there, thank god he has you there

You two enter to the place and got the key, Kenma visibly cringing the closer you went to the room. The only thing that kept Kenma sane in this situation was the fact that you were the one with him, you always find a way to make him feel better. He thought about bringing Kuroo as well, but he doesn’t really want to talk to his childhood friend about these type of things

“Babe, relax, it's not going to be that bad” you squeeze his hand “what are you thinking?”

“It’s just awkward, going to a place where other people have sex”

“I know, I know. If it helps, I read that this is one of the cleanest place out there, so we shouldn't worry that much”

“It does help a little. Fuck it, let’s do it” he passes you the camera as he adjust his hoodie. You were going to be recording like you normally do in the rare occasions he films outside.

“Hi guys, kodzuken here. Guess your… persistence paid off, so my girlfriend and I are here showing you a love hotel. This is not the one you guys requested, but I don’t want to be demonetized” he introduced himself, stopping to release another sigh

“You ok? We can still back up” you ask with worry, you hated whenever he does something forced by others

“If we don’t, they’re never going to shut up. Let’s just get over this” says opening the door “Hey, this is way more normal than I thought”

“It’s actually really pretty” you look around

“It is. Let’s walk around it” he says we he grabs your hand

With that he starts doing a mini tour of the place, with lots of chuckles from your part by the explanations that he makes to make it PG. Surprisingly, he is pretty smooth about it, since it was just a big hotel room with little changes to make it more…exciting. Kenma, however, didn’t want to let go of your hand; while he wasn’t as uncomfortable as he thought he will be, your hand gave him more confidence for this unfamiliar type of video.

“I’m pretty sure this is a lights panel; we can mess around here” he looks at the panel in front of him, multiple switches with different drawings on them

“It depends in the amount of love happening?” you joke when looking at the drawings, some of them in different poses

“Did you have to put it like that?” he glares at you as you sit down in the corner of the bed “But I guess so; let’s keep this dim, my eyes hurt”

“Oohh what is this?” you say taking a black bag and passing it to Kenma so he can open it. He does it without thinking much of it, seeing him blush, passing it back to you immediately

“I think you should open it” he takes the camera and points it towards you, a rare thing that happens whenever he fell uncomfortable

“Sure, make me the responsible of your channel… anyways, we have a sleeping mask and a…it’s this” your face scrunches when you see a small pink cylinder that started vibrating the moment you press the button “Yep, it is. I’m assuming we can take this home, maybe we can give it a good use later, right babe?”

“You can just say that…” his face even more embarrassed than before, but soon a smile appeared “let’s see the TV, I think there’s more interesting things in there”

You took the camera back before moving in front of the TV, finding a wide selection of of movies and toys that you could rent/buy. While he was talking and making it less obvious what this whole thing was, your eye catches a section of costumes

“Should we order a costume?” you ask making him choke on his water

“I'm not putting a costume on” says immediately, knowing exactly your plan

“But you will look so good! We have to get the full experience of this place; besides, it's nothing too crazy, it’ll be like cosplay!” you point to the screen while passing the costumes; nurse, police officer, student, and much more “I’ll order a cheerleader one”

“Fine, but you'll wear it” he sighs once more as he take the control it off your hand. After ordering it you waited a few seconds before heading a knock one the door. He goes to open the door, taking the costume in and tossing it to you “there, put it on”

“Gladly” you went to the bathroom, which had absolutely no privacy considering the glass door, and changed. It was a very tight fit, barely covering your butt. You go outside to where Kenma’s is, his eyes widening at the sight “See, it isn't awful. It's quite sexy”

“You look good” he gulps hard before turning the camera to his red face “anyways guys, this is all for today, see you in the next video”

“You're done?”

“Yeah, with the video at least” he looks at the camera, making sure that is turn off before looking at you with dark eyes “Well, I paid for the room and that costume, so why don't we put it in good use?”

“Eh? I thought…”

“Come here love, let's review this love hotel properly”

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polkadotsocks1993 · 1 year

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What Good Neighbors Do

Modern Osferth x Reader

Description: having just moved to Winchester for graduate school, you lock yourself out of your apartment. Your neighbor, Osferth, comes to your aid.

Warnings: none, just lots of fluff.

You had only been in Winchester a month and a half, and you couldn't believe you'd already locked yourself out of your flat. How could you have forgotten your keys? You were scrambling to try and find a way in, since it was well past dark and your dog needed to be let out. You began to panic until you remembered your landlord, Mr. Beocca, who lived upstairs with his wife, would probably have a key. You reached for your cell phone and dialed his number. On the first ring, he answered.

"Y/N! I wasn't expecting a call from you at this hour. Is everything alright?" He asked.

Sheepishly, you replied, "No, Mr. Beocca, I locked myself out. I forgot my keys on the kitchen table. Are you or Thyra around? I hate to call, I really do."

"It's not a problem at all, Y/N, but I am afraid that Thyra and I are gone for the weekend, we're visiting with Thyra's family. I'm so sorry we didn't get the spare key made yet. But, my tenants across the street always keep a spare for when we go out of town." Beocca explained, "The one I'd normally tell you to go to, Uhtred, is Thyra's other brother, but he and his family are up here with us."

You hear Beocca ask Uhtred who he gave the spare keys to, and you hear a man--who you assume to be Uhtred--reply.

"Okay, so Uhtred tells me that he gave the keys to Finan, Sihtric, and Osferth. They all live next door to Uhtred across the street as well. One of the three is bound to be home. Finan is my maintenance man, if those three can't find the keys, just tell him to break a window or something, it won't be the first time." Beocca chuckles and then adds, "I'll just have Finan replace it."

You sighed with relief. "Thank you so much, Mr. Beocca! I'll let you know when I get inside. Enjoy your time with family."

"Of course. Do let me know when you get inside. You're living on your own over here and I don't like the idea of you being locked out with no one there to help. I'll go ahead and call Finan and tell him you're headed over." Beocca replied.

Beocca and Thyra had a soft spot for you, since you'd come over to attend graduate school in Winchester from the United States. To say you were homesick was an understatement, but Beocca and Thyra made you feel right at home.

You put your cell phone back in your pocket and nervously rubbed your hands together, walking across the street to the flat Beocca said Finan lived in. You knocked on the door, and a tall man with sandy blonde hair and sharp features answered.

"Hi. Finan?" You asked.

"No, I'm sorry, he's out with his girlfriend this evening. He did just call, though." The man replied, "My name is Osferth."

"Hi, Osferth. My name is Y/N. I just moved in to the flat across the street. I'm the one who locked myself out." You said.

"Finan said that. I've got the keys, though, you'll be back inside in no time." Osferth assured you.

The man walked across the street with you, his hands in his pockets. He seemed genuinely friendly, which was a nice change since you felt so lonely on campus at school.

"How long have you lived here?" He asked.

"A little over a month." You replied, "Classes started this week."

"How do you like Winchester? A bit different from where you're from?" He guessed. You chuckled.

"You could say that, this is the first time I've ever lived away from home." You said, "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't homesick."

"I know the feeling." Osferth said, "But Beocca and Thyra really looked out for me. Became my second set of parents, in a way."

"They seem really good at that." You mused.

Osferth took the large ring of keys he was holding and tried four before finding the right one, opening the door to let you in and seeing your dog, Brownie, wagging her tail, happy to see you.

"Oh, thank you so much, Osferth!" You exclaimed, jumping up on your tiptoes to hug him. He seemed shocked at first, surprised that you would be this excited over him unlocking your door.

"It was no problem really." he said, quietly. "Always enjoy meeting neighbors. Especially neighbors with dogs."

"She's one of the things I took when I moved over." You said, "I couldn't go anywhere without her."

You went to go inside and turned around, Osferth had nodded his head softly and began to walk back across the street.

"Hey, Osferth, would you like to come in for a bit? I made some cookies to take to the neighbors, and I guess you're my neighbor." You asked.

You watched a smile cross his features, his blue eyes lighting up. "I'd love that, thanks."

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Osferth stayed at your place much later than you intended, but he proved to be someone you genuinely enjoyed meeting and talking to. It helped that Brownie, the dog who was your constant companion, loved him.

"What kind of dog is she?" He asked, throwing her ball for what seemed like the hundredth time.

"Not sure. She's some kind of mix. I found her on the side of the road and she never left." You explained. "That was two years ago."

"Have you met Thyra's rescue dogs yet?" Osferth asked.

"A couple of them. I volunteered to help walk dogs at the shelter she runs." You replied.

"I do that, too. I can't say no to Thyra." Osferth said, chuckling slightly.

"Maybe we can go together some time." You said. Osferth looked at you and smiled widely.

"I would like that very much." He said.

A few hours passed, and you and Osferth hadn't run out of things to talk about. He was curious about your life in the States, what had led you to leave everything to study abroad. He seemed genuinely interested, and he listened intently. As someone who had always felt left out and lonely, opening up felt somewhat nice.

"You said you aren't from Winchester either? Where are you from, originally?" You asked.

"Derby, originally. I moved around a lot as a kid, I was raised by my uncle for a while. Met Sihtric and Finan and Uhtred while we were all in the Army. We all moved here and wound up being roommates. That's the short of it, anyway." Osferth explained.

From the way he explained his upbringing, you sensed that it might be a sore subject for him. Something you, too were familiar with.

Before long, Osferth glanced at the clock and realized how late it was.

"Goodness, Y/N, I didn't realize how late it was! I hope I didn't overstay my welcome." Osferth said.

You smiled. "Not in the slightest. I really enjoyed your company, Osferth."

"And I enjoyed yours." Osferth replied. He stood and walked toward the door, heading out before you stopped him.

"Osferth?" You called. He turned to look back at you.

"Thank you, for helping. I really enjoyed talking to you." You said.

"I really enjoyed talking to you, too." He said.

"You're always welcome over here, by the way." The words tumbled out of your mouth quicker than you could stop them, but you couldn't help wanting to be around the cute neighbor who came to your rescue.

"I might take you up on that." Osferth said, "Have a good night."

You and Osferth became fast friends after that night, and more often than not he could be found in your kitchen, laughing with you over a cup of tea. To say you had a crush on him would be an understatement, but you tried not to let it show.

You'd never tell him, but he soon became your favorite thing about living abroad. But as his roommates, and even Mr. Beocca and Thyra could see, the feelings you had for Osferth were completely mutual.

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I wasn't sure how to end this but I might write more drabbles. Thanks!

#osferth x reader #osferth #osferth imagine #the last kingdom #ewan mitchell #aemond targaryen #baby monk #tlk au

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slytherinbangchan · 10 months

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Inked Dreams (NCT Dream Tattoo Artist!Au) (M)

Chap 1 out of 6 -> Second arc: Tattoo apprentice Park Jisung x tattoo artist female reader.

>>Inked Dream's Chap 1 here

Summary: A NCT Dream Tattooist!Au where the Dreamies are college's heartthrobs and most likely will steal your heart whenever you less expect it.

Cute, shy but very hot, flirty Jisung. A deadly combo, I promise.

Inked Dreams Masterlist~

[2nd Arc: Seven Days. ("A Week" 없어.)🐹 Chap 1.]

Wow, that was close. You hate having to postpone apprenticeships. It's hard enough to make room for them in your schedule as it is, so you don't even want to think about having to reorganize everything again until you'd find a new apprentice. Luckily you remembered about Renjun's friend in the middle of your crisis. You wonder which one of them might be though. Cause you know that most of them already finished their training. A couple even got their licenses, but Renjun is the only one working at a shop and you have only met some of the guys in person when they've visited him but you can't really remember all of their faces right now. Guess you'll have to wait.

“Hello, are you y/n? We saw your pics on insta.” A guy talks to you and you forget about the apprenticeship for a while. Normally you don't have time to take walk in clients, but they were two foreigners and just wanted a very simple and small tattoo each as a reminder of their trip before leaving the city. Since you have the apprenticeship in an hour, and it's the first day, you didn't make any other appointments. So you take them in and quickly start working together to pick the perfect tattoo.

As you tattoo the second guy, someone else enters the shop. You stop for a moment to lift your eyes and see a tall guy with black-blue hair and an undercut, a lip ring piercing and a good amount of tattoos. He says hi shyly and you chuckle softly at how cute he looks while doing so. “You're Renjun's friend, right?” You guess and he nods. “Jisung.” He says and you invite him to sit while you finish your work.

“Sorry that I didn't introduce myself properly earlier.” You apologize after sending your clients away. “Ah, it's okay, I know who you are anyway.” He says as he nervously scratches the back of his neck. “Oh, right. Renjun must have told you about me, right?” You ask him as you clean your equipment and he nods. “Actually... I really like your work too so...” He says and you lightly blush. “Oh, you do? Wow, thank you. I'm sure I'll be a fan of yours too.” You smile at him and he shyly nods as he thanks you.

Ah, he's really handsome and has a deep voice too. You wonder how old he might be... Probably a bit younger than you since he's still in college.

Your second apprentice, Seonhui, arrives just in time and you introduce her to Jisung before getting started. Since it's the first day, you explain a couple of stuff to them and then later in the day, allow them to watch you work on some clients. Making them take turns to apply what they learned about cleaning the tattoo equipment. They both learn fast and haven't wasted much time talking to eachother, they simply focused on what you were explaining to them the whole time.

“Wow, you guys did really well today. Thank you for listening so carefully.” You thank them and they nod. “Do you have any questions before leaving?” You ask and Jisung stays silent but Seonhui shakes her head. “No doubts but I wanted to thank you again for being my mentor.” She says and you thank her too for choosing you. Her phone rings then, just before she speaks again. “Oh... I have to go. Sorry.” She apologizes and you nod. "Mhm, see you tomorrow Seonhui."

“What about you?” You ask Jisung as you get ready to leave the shop too. “Now or never.” You chuckle. “Well, not never, but you won't be able to ask your question until tomorrow otherwise.” You say as you put away in the cabinet some bottles of ink. “Well... Can I buy you dinner, mentor?” He asks and you blush immediately. Thankfully he can't see your face right now. “Dinner?” You ask, still hiding behind the cabinet's door. It's not like you're thinking anything weird, you just didn't expect him to ask something like that. “Mhm, as a thank you for thinking of me for the apprenticeship and becoming my mentor.” He explains and you finally look at him. “You know that you're already paying me for that, right?” You ask and you see him chuckle for the first time. Your heart skips a beat at how handsome he is, but you brush that thought off your head as soon as you can. “Mhm~” He says, playing with his labret as he says so, and you scoff as you smile. “Then stop with the nonsense. You don't have to buy me anything, just go home and spend that money on something else.” You tell him as you walk past him on your way to check the register before leaving, and he slightly moves a bit so your shoulder brushes with his arm, but you decide to pretend you didn't see that.

You put your phone away before setting the alarm at the shop and getting outside. It's already cold these days but not as bad as it'll get in a month or so. You wish there was more people in the streets though, also there's not a lot of buses that can take you home by this time of the night. You feel relieved as you see a woman waiting at the bus stop, luckily you won't be alone with the drunk men that sometimes take your same bus.

You sigh after checking how long the bus is going to take to arrive then lean on the bus stop sign. Someone clears his throat behind you and you turn around to see Jisung standing there. “Hello.” He shyly says and you lightly blush. “You were there the whole time?” You ask and he nods. “Wow, I'm sorry. I really didn't see you.” You apologize and he ruffles his hair nervously as he smiles. “It's okay.” He says, then you apologize again and put on your already dead for the day airpods to pretend you're going to listen to some music as he goes back to listening to his.

There's a bit of a weird vibe as you wait for the bus in silence. Guess it's normal when you know the person next to you a bit but not enough to keep a conversation. You never liked small talk and he's shy enough for the both of you. So, for now, pretending to listen to music will do.

When the bus finally arrives he waits for you to step in first. You sit next to the back door and he stands close to it too. Your eyes accidentally meet a couple times but apart from that, there's no interactions until you reach your stop and you softly pull from his hoodie's sleeve to say good bye. He blushes lightly and takes one of his airpods off. “I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?” You smile at him and he nods. “Mhm.” He shyly says and you chuckle softly. “Bye then.”

Ah, damn, that was cute. You chuckle to yourself again as you think about it. “He really wanted to buy me dinner when he can't even look at me for more than 5 seconds, huh?” You say to yourself, feeling the blood running to your cheeks as you think of his blushing face. “Ah, seriously.”

------------------------ Next Day~

“Jisung-ah, come here.” Renjun calls him as soon as he shows up the door and he shyly walks towards you two. “Was it yesterday the first time you came to the shop?” He asks and Jisung tilts his head. “Of course not.” He answers and Renjun laughs. “And you knew y/n noona already, didn't you?” He asks again and Jisung nods. “Yeah, we never talked before though.” He explains and Renjun slaps your arm softly. “See?” He chuckles and you feel like you're in a prank video or something. “Lies! I hadn't seen you in my life til yesterday?” You tell Jisung and he chuckles softly too as he nervously rubs his sideburns. “You're making him nervous noona.” Renjun laughs and Jisung takes out his phone and scrolls down. “Here...” He shows you a pic on one of the mirrors of the shop. “This is from last month.” He explains and Renjun clicks his tongue. “See?” He asks. “Anyway, I have to work on a tattoo so let's talk later.” Junn says before ruffling your hair and walking away.

“Do you have more pics?” You ask Jisung as you fix your hair and he nods. “I really come here a lot.” He chuckles softly as he blushes lightly while looking for more pics and you silently watch him do it, wondering what scenarios make him shy and which ones make him comfortable enough to talk to you normally, like he's doing right now. “Ah! Here.” He says, showing you his phone again. “This is from when I got my neck tattoo a couple months ago.” He explains and you check the photo. You can even see yourself in it working in the background. “Okay... I guess I was too busy to notice.” You chuckle and he does too. “I'm sorry Jisung. I promise you I won't forget about you from now on at least.” You say and he blushes again as he nods.

Seonhui texts you saying she'll be a bit late. So you take Jisung with you in the meantime and tell him about what he'll be doing today. “But you can clean around a bit while we wait for Seonhui anyway.” You tell him after showing him the schedule and he does as you say. “Jisung-ah, can you bring me more black ink?” Renjun asks. “Ah, sure hyung.” He replies and you hand him a bottle so he takes it to Renjun. “Careful, it's open.” You warn him and he nods, then one of your co-workers drops something heavy, startling Jisung, and you watch him spilling some ink and bringing his stained hands to his face. “Nooo! Omg..” You say as you try to stop him, but you can't help to chuckle.

“So, you get startled easily, huh?” You ask as you carefully wipe the ink from his cheeks and he lightly blushes. “Yeah...” He says, looking at the floor and you chuckle softly again. He's sitting on a chair in the break room. He was too tall for you to help him out otherwise. But right now, he looks so helpless and tiny in your eyes. “I'm sorry, mentor...” He apologizes and you almost punch yourself as you feel your heart about to skip a beat. “It's fine, it was funny actually.” And with that, internally, you meant fucking adorable.“That ink is expensive though...” He continues moping and you sigh. “Jisung, it's not the last time you're gonna spill some ink.” You chuckle. “Don't think too much about it, yeah?” You ask, guiding his chin up with your hand so he finally looks at you. You lean over to make sure you got rid of all the ink, making him blush very obviously in the process. That's when you realize how close your faces actually are. “Y-You should wash your hands too.” You tell him, taking a step back, and he nods and leaves to do as you said.

You meet Renjun's eyes as soon as you step out the room. “I saw that.” He says, making you blush even more. But you simply show him the middle finger, making him laugh.

Seonhui finally arrives right after that and Jisung comes back just a minute later. “Hello.” Seonhui says and Jisung says hi back. “So... How old are you?” She asks him as you prepare some materials. “Ah, I'm 21...” He says, he definitely sounds kinda awkward now. “Yeah, I thought I saw you at some of my classes. We are the same age. Let's be comfortable around eachother, yeah?” She suggests. He agreeds with a shy nod and you chuckle at how cute they look.

By the end of the day Jisung looks exhausted. You're not sure if it's cause of all the work you made them do or just the amount of questions he had to answer to Seonhui. “Well, I have to go. My friend is here to pick me up~.” She happily says and everyone says good bye to her. Jisung sighs as soon as she's out, making you chuckle. “So, it was her.” You say and he blushes. “Huh?” He asks and you chuckle again. “I was wondering why you looked so tired.” You explain. “Oh... Yeah, I had never been interrogated like that before.” He says and you giggle. “Yeah, well. Go home and rest then.” You say, taking over what he was doing. “Ah, no... Noona... I can finish my chores.” He says, then immediately blush. “I mean, mentor...” He corrects himself and you chuckle. “It's okay Jisung, we're gonna be around eachother for a long time. Plus, you're a close friend to Renjun. Noona is fine.” You tell him and he shyly nods. “Now, go home and rest a lot, yeah?” You say, but he doesn't move so you tilt your head at him, confused, and he blushes lightly once again. “I was thinking...” “Hey.” Renjun says, interrupting Jisung. “I'm leaving, you're walking noona home, right?” He asks and your heart skips a beat. “What? Who?” You ask, looking at both of them. “Jisung, who else? He lives just one bus stop away from you. He told me last night.” Renjun explains and you look at Jisung who simply nods making Renjun scoff as he smiles. “Noona, you're always complaining about the drunk guys in the bus, right?” He asks. “Yeah but I don't think he needs to walk me home.” You tell him. “Why not?? Jisung lives roughly 15min away from you and you both leave the shop more or less at the same time every night.” He says and you sigh. “Okay, I get how we could leave and get the bus together. But why would he get down a stop earlier just to walk me home? It's 5 minutes from the stop to my apartment.” You explain as you chuckle. “Hm, well I'm just a bit worried about the drunk guys situation, but you two talk about it and decide whatever you want, yeah?” He asks and Jisung nods. “See you tomorrow guys.” Renjun says. “Yeah, thank you for worrying Junnie, see you.” You say, waving at him as he walks out.

There's a bit of an awkward silence after Renjun leaves so you simply start getting ready to go back home and Jisung does the same. It's not like you hate the idea of having him in the bus with you, since you hate going back home alone, but you feel bad about him having to wait for you to close the shop when it's your turn to do so. “Jisung...” You call, startling him a bit. “Sorry... Are you sure you're okay waiting for me even the days I have to stay later to close the shop?” You ask, kinda pouting without realizing. “Of course.” He says. “But what about your morning classes?” You insist. “They're not that early nor everyday, it's okay noona. I promise.” He says, and it's not like you know him a lot, but he seems pretty sure about this. You sigh and tip-toe to ruffle his hair, making him blush one more time. “Okay, let's leave already anyway. I'll finish this tomorrow.”

“Jisung-ah, you only have one piercing?” You ask on your way to the bus stop trying to make some conversation. “Ahh, no.” He says, then leans over to show you his ear. “Oh, the industrial~ Right. I saw it earlier when I was wipping the ink out of you.” You chuckle. “I actually really like those.” You tell him and he smiles happily, making your heart flutter lightly.

There's a bit of a silence as you wait for the bus to arrive but, this time, it's not awkward at all. “So, Renjun jokes around saying you're all college heartthrobs, is it true though?” You ask as you get in the bus and he chuckles. “I guess so.” He says and you gasp, a bit surprised that he's not denying it. “Reaallyy? Wow.” You say, making him chuckle again. “So you're a heartbreaker, huh?” You insist and he smiles shyly. “I wouldn't say that...” He says and you laugh. “Woah, you totally are. That answer said everything.” You jokingly say and he keeps chuckling. “Aah... Noona...” He says as he blushes, ruffling his hair. “You want me to stop?” You ask, chuckling and he shyly nods as he smiles. “Okay, okay. I understand.” You say. “It's really not like that...” He insists after a tiny pause and you bite your lower lip trying to keep in a smile. “I see.”

You remain silent for the rest of the route until your stop, but again, it's not awkward at all. You're both just too tired and distracted with music or what the few people in the bus are talking about, you don't need to chat. But he's sitting next to you today, he's almost too tall for that seat though and it's somehow adorable.

Your eyes drift to his arms's tattoos as he plays with his fingers while listening to music. He doesn't have complete sleeves and you wonder if he'd allow you to fill some spots with your art at some point. You don't know him enough though, you barely have any idea of what you could design for him that would suit his mind too, but ah, you're so curious... After knowing him for two days, you definitively want to know what goes on up there. “Noona.” You hear him calling you but it's like if he was far away, you're too deep into your thoughts right now. “Noona.” He calls again, and it's then when you notice that his hands are not playing anymore but waving at you. Fuck. Did he notice how you were staring at his arms?

You blush lightly and look at him. “Yeah?” You finally answer and he smiles softly. “Your stop...” He says and you look outside. “Ah, yeah. Thank you, I was a bit distracted.” You say, as you stand up to get closer to the door. “Yeah, I could tell.” He says. Is he smirking? You throw him a look, narrowing your eyes at him and he giggles. “I didn't see anything.” He winks at you and you scoff as you smile. Where's his confidence coming from so suddenly? “I don't know what you're talking about.” You jokingly say and he chuckles. “You can take another look tomorrow, noona.” He teases as the bus's doors open and you scoff again. Can't believe those words are coming from his mouth. “Bye, Jisung.” You say, as you get down, ignoring his teasing, and he chuckles to himself. “Mhm~ bye noona.” He says and you wave at him without looking back.

You stare at his last text for a long second as you blush before just tossing your phone to a side. Is he drunk? You almost convice yourself that what happened last minute at the bus was just an illusion but... Is he an actual fuckboy or something? You chuckle softly to yourself as you think about it but you're still blushing. No, can't be. He's too shy for that, probably he simply felt comfortable enough to make a couple of silly jokes. "Yep, that's probably it." You tell yourself, brushing it off, then you unlock your phone to check your other chats, but Jisung's is still open and his last text makes you blush again. “Ahh, seriously... What's with this kid?”

1st Arc🐻🐬..... Next chapter🐹

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sillyfluffs · 6 months

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Here’s my crack at an amazing digital circus tickle fic! Don’t like tickles then don’t read!

Lee!Pomni Ler!Ragatha

Title: Relax!

Pomni was wandering the digital circus, still trying to come to terms with the fact that she was stuck in this digital hellscape. The small jester really was having a horrible time so far. She really didn’t know what to expect, and the colors were driving her mad. She missed her home, even though she doesn’t even remember it at this point. All she can really remember is putting on that stupid headset. Worst decision ever…

She dissociated, in a constant state of existential dread, and didn’t even realize that Ragatha was standing beside her.

The doll was really worried about her newfound friend. She wondered if there was any way she could calm Pomni down, or maybe cheer her up a little.

The doll lightly tapped the jester’s shoulder, causing her to jump out of her trance.

“Hey, Pomni…? Would you like to come sit in my room with me for a bit? It’s ok if you don’t want to, but I figured you could use some company, and maybe some down time to get away from all the craziness y’know?”

Pomni thought for a moment before nodding. Ragatha had been nice to her all this time, and she really didn’t have any issues with her. If she trusted anyone here at all, it was her. So maybe she could try to relax a little…

Ragatha smiled and calmly lead the small jester girl to her room, opening the door and letting her in. The jester looked around the room, amazed at how soft everything was. Ragatha’s bed was a plaid blue color and pattern, and very plush.

Ragatha sat on the bed, patting beside her to coax Pomni to sit. She obliged.

Pomni sat and nervously twiddles her thumbs.

“N-Nice room…”

Ragatha smiled “thanks! I try to keep it as comfy and tidy as possible. I like my things neat and organized since it’s the only place I can really control ya know… and having a comfortable environment can help ease the mind.”

Pomni nodded.

Ragatha was still a bit worried for Pomni.

“Y’know, Pomni, you’re always welcome to come sit in here with me if you need company. I know it’s scary being stuck here, but I’m always here if you need someone to talk to.” She reassured the smaller girl.

Pomni simply nods.

“I-I appreciate it really… I’m just… still really scared… I-I… wish there was a way out…”

Pomni looks down, Ragatha frowning in response. She lightly rubs Pomni’s back, which startles her at first, but since Ragatha was so gentle, she eases into it rather than staying tense.

“I understand… we all do. I know it’s hard but please try not to stress so much about it… we’re all in this together after all, and the best we can do is try to make light of this situation the best we can…”

Pomni looked so depressed.

It made Ragatha’s digital heart sink.

She continued rubbing her back, and offered her arms outwards.

“Would you like a hug maybe…?”

Pomni slowly slunked her small body towards Ragatha, normally against physical touch from anyone, something just seemed so calming and gentle about Ragatha’s presence… perhaps she could be an exception.

Ragatha couldn’t help but chuckle at Pomni. She was really cute when she let her guard down. She gently hugged the smaller girl and sorta held her in her lap, causing the jester to blush. She lightly patted her head.

“You’re gonna be ok, new stuff. I’m always here if you need someone to talk to, or to just be there.”

Pomni couldn’t help but get a little emotional, wiping a few tears away.

“T-Thanks Ragatha…”

Ragatha frowned a little again.

“Oh no no! It’s ok! No need for tears ok? Everything’s gonna be fine…” she kind of rocked the smaller girl as if someone would rock an infant. She was already feeling very protective over the newest member of the circus. I guess it was somewhat in her nature.

Pomni actually calmed down rather quickly. Something about Ragatha’s nurturing presence, her softness, and the atmosphere finally being somewhat safe. She leaned into her touch.

Ragatha smiled fondly at Pomni once she calmed down.

“That’s more like it… y’know you’re really cute.”

Pomni turned bright red and hid her face as Ragatha chuckled.

“Cmon now, don’t hide silly.”

She playfully poked Pomni’s stomach, having being towards her due to how she was holding her in her lap. This caused Pomni to squeal in surprise.

Ragatha got a spark of mischief in her eyes. Oh this could possibly be a good way to cheer her up!

“Ooo what was that? Are you ticklish, Pomni~?”

Pomni was bright red and already panicky.

“N-N-Nope!” She tried to protest, but her jumpy and nervous nature was already giving her away. She actually couldn’t help her lips from slightly curling upwards as her hands stayed in a defensive position in front of her.

Ragatha simply smirked and wiggled her fingers above Pomni’s tummy.

“Are you suuure about that?”

Pomni was nervously begging just watching her fingers.

“P-Please Ragatha n-nomfff!!!”

Midway through pleas, Ragatha lightly scribbles on Pomni’s stomach, with Pomni reflexively covering her mouth to muffle her giggles.

Ragatha smirked and kept up her attack, scribbling a little harder now exploring every inch of her tummy.

“So Pomni, if you’re not ticklish I’m sure you wouldn’t mind if I kept this up then…”

Pomni squealed and immediately dissolved into squeaky giggles. She still kept her hands over her mouth, but she was now being so loud that it wasn’t doing her any good.

“Mfmfmfmmfmfmmm~!!”

Pomni started to wiggle around in Ragatha’s grasp and kick her feet a little.

“Hmm~? Someone’s awfully giggly for not being ticklish~ don’t think I can’t hear it~ and please don’t hide that adorable laugh, I wanna hear more!”

Ragatha kept at it, going at her sides and ribs now with both hands, going in for the kill.

Pomni shrieked pretty loudly much to her embarrassment, trying to grab Ragatha’s hands by reflex, which caused her to release some adorable shrieky laughter while throwing back her head.

“NOHOHOHORAGAHAHAHAHAGAHAHAHAA~!!”

Ragatha couldn’t help but laugh right along with her. She was being way too adorable for her own good. She couldn’t just stop now.

“That’s more like it~! You’re so cute like this Pomni~ Tickle tickle~”

Pomni kept letting out giddy, childish giggles and full on belly laughter, depending on where Ragatha went, she kept at it going all over her tummy, ribs and sides. Pomni was an absolute wiggle worm beneath her, squealing and kicking about with the reddest face Ragatha had ever seen.

“PLEHEHEASE NAHAHAHHAA~!! EHEHEEI CAHAHANANT-!!”

Ragatha couldn’t believe it. She’d never seen Pomni so happy before, and if she was reading her right, she seemed to be enjoying this. Maybe this could be a good future tactic to cheer up the jester. She didn’t want to overwhelm Pomni, but she couldn’t help but continue.

“I think since you lied to me, it’s only fair I get to explore this a bit further~”

Pomni shrieked when Ragatha grabbed her hips.

“EEEEEHEEEEK!!NAHAHAHANOHOPLEHEHEASE!”

Pomni was visibly tearing up and practically bouncing, the poor jester girl was so sensitive there.

The doll practically had hearts for pupils at her reaction, god why was she so cute??

Ragatha didn’t want to kill the poor girl, so she slowly slowed down her tickles, watching the giggly jester beneath her slowly calm down and catch her breath. God she was adorable.

The doll felt a little bit of guilt rush over her when she saw how flushed and worn out Pomni had been after the playful assault ceased.

“Heh, sorry about that… I-I hope I didn’t go too far… I just couldn’t help myself, you were so cute and I had never seen you so happy before”

Pomni couldn’t help but keep a wobbly grin, still giggly and flushed.

“I…ihits ohokay…”

Ragatha sighed in relief. Reflecting back on it, Pomni never asked her to stop…

“Heh… good. Hey, y’know if this helps you feel better, I wouldn’t mind doing it again for you any time you want. If my judgments correct, you seemed to be enjoying yourself…”

Pomni was flustered. Yeah, she hadn’t been that happy here before this happened. She usually wasn’t one for physical touch at all, but Ragatha’s touch was so gentle and fun, she made her feel safe enough to let her guard down. The tickling was a nice stress reliever from the anxiety the jester was experiencing.

Shyly, Pomni nodded.

“Y-Yeah… sure…”

Ragatha smiled.

“Great! And don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone ok? This can be our little secret! Besides, Im sure the others wouldn’t be nearly as merciful as me…”

Pomni let out an awkward chuckle.

“Y-Yeah… thanks… and yeah… I really wouldn’t want them to find out…”

She seemed a bit tense thinking about the possibility of Jax finding out.

#tadc tickles #lee!pomni #ler!ragatha #I hope I wrote this well!

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Whatever You Do, Don't Get Attached - Chapter 2

Warnings: N/A

Summary: You just wanted to get through the day. Why did your friends dare everyone to try that fruit?

Maybe it had chemicals that made you hallucinate. Yeah, that has to be right. There's no way that you're in a kids show about mutant turtle teens that just so happen to be trained in ninjitsu. Yeah. Definitely.

But life liked to throw curveballs at you. And now you're stuck. Now all you have to do is not get attached. Because they're not real.

And maybe.... You're not real anymore, either...

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To say you were lucky was an inexcusable understatement.

As it turns out, being literally knocked out would leave you with some pretty shitty side effects afterwards. Without your phone, and handy dandy Google to use, you didn't know exactly what to expect after you were knocked out for who knows how long. You just had a feeling you were incredibly lucky that you only got a headache from that. Cartoon logic, you guess.

You're currently sitting at the dinner table, chowing down on the once again delicious food that Parker made. Dale was sitting across from you, quickly finishing up his homework while eating.

As you finish your meal, Parker comes out of her tiny bedroom and hands you your school bag, ready full of everything you'll need.

"Oh! Thank you, Parker!" You say, surprised that she put your stuff together. But you really shouldn't be surprised, this is Parker you're talking to after all.

"Oh it was really no problem, dear! School is important, you know, and I just want you to have the best opportunity possible!" Parker tells you with a smile, "Speaking of which, you two better be off to school now! You don't want to be late, would you?"

Dale nods as he quickly stuffs his homework into his bag, and you put on your bag, ready to go.

"Have fun you two! Bye bye!" Parker calls as you two leave the apartment.

"See ya, Parker!" You reply.

"Bye mom! Love you!" Dale adds. You close the door behind you, and both you and Dale begin to walk down the stairwell.

"So, are you excited?" Dale asks you, smiling, "It'll be nice to be able to show you around!"

You nod, "I'm sure school will be fine." You say.

"Oh! There's some people I gotta introduce you to! Like this one girl, her name is April, and she's so cool! She always speaks her mind…"

You begin to tune Dale out unconsciously as you board the subway, nervously waiting to arrive at the school as you get closer and closer to being late. You watch as people go on and off the subway, both confused and amazed that these people seem to just know the subway system like the back of their hands.

Dale continues to chat with you as you finally get off the subway, and make your way to the school. Just like the other day, it seemed just… too clean to be an actual high school. Holding in a small breath, you and Dale enter the school.

Your first impression is strange to say the least. The halls were busy, but not in a bad way. Some students were leaning against a wall, doing stuff on their phones, some were getting stuff from their lockers, and the rest were just walking in the halls. They were all walking at a normal pace too, even the talkers!

You take a glance at Dale, and he seems to get the idea. He tells you to follow him, and you both head over to the guidance counselor's office. Dale had to leave rather quickly though, since he had his classes and all that. Gulping, you walk up to the counselor.

"Hello sir! I uhm… I'm new here and I need my schedule..?" You say, a bit nervous. The counselor perks up, and immediately begins shuffling through his desk drawers.

"Ah yes… what's your name again?" He asks, and you tell him. He nods, pulling out a few sheets of paper.

"So this is your schedule, and it's rather simple to understand! The first number represents the floor number, and the next numbers are one through one hundred going north to south on the building!" He explains with a smile, handing the papers to you. The papers included some class syllabuses, bell schedules, and a map of the school. Before you knew it, you were standing outside his office with a bright orange pass and only the hope to find your way.

…

Cartoon school was absolutely nothing like normal school.

Sure, yeah, they did try to teach you stuff, but it was just… too easy, in your humble opinion.

For example, in English you had to write a 500 word paper all class. The prompt? How English is used everyday. You were shocked, and was left wondering how this school even functioned at all.

At lunch, they served you literal slop. You gagged at it, and sat next to Dale to immediately pick at the pile of mush. Not only that, but Dale called April over to introduce you two.

When you looked up, you two made eye contact. April quickly got a nervous look on her face, and even started to nervously sweat. You simply looked back down, deciding that the pile of mush on your plate would be better than talking to her then.

The strangeness of this whole school ordeal was making your brain hurt, and you decided you needed a little alone time after school. So, that's exactly what you did.

Once school let out, you let Dale know that you were gonna head off on your own for a little while. Dale nodded and walked off, saying that he was going to the library anyway.

So, you were alone again.

You were now walking along the vast streets of New York City, that seemed just as confusing as the first day. The air is shockingly clear for a busy city as you breathe in, trying to decide your next moves.

As if fate, the light of the sun seemed to shift towards a craft store, and you nearly rolled your eyes. You didn't know how close together the episodes were, but you knew for sure that the Foot Clan, also known as the paper thieves, would for sure take their stock if they haven't already.

But at the same time, maybe you could make something for Parker and Dale, as a thank you for homing you. You shrug, figuring that the chances of running into the Foot was little to none, so you took your chances and entered the store.

…

The store was warm and cozy, with painted flowers on the walls. There were shelves of yarn, different kinds of cloth, sewing supplies, and anything else that you'd ever possibly need all in one store.

You walk around the store, browsing the various crafting supplies they have. You brush your fingers over various soft clothes that hang around the store. You keep an eye out for anything that Parker or Dale would like.

As you listen to the quiet, calming music filling the store, there's suddenly a loud crash. You whip your head around, and your eyes widen as you realize that the Foot Brute and Foot Lieutenant were standing in the entryway. You hate your luck.

You quickly hide behind a shelf, holding your breath as they ransacked the small store. You heard the crashing of the shelves as they took any and all paper. You knew you shouldn't be in any danger, they were only stealing the paper, but you were still cautious.

It felt like forever until you felt safe, or at least safe enough to come out. You slowly crawl out, letting out a small gasp as you see the damage done to the tiny shop. While keeping in mind where you were stepping, you crept out of the shop. You exit the now ravaged shop, but your bad luck didn't end there.

You were painfully aware of the amount of yelling you heard, and you looked around just in time to see Raphael crashing into his brothers from behind. You wince in secondhand pain, seeing the brothers stumble. And of course, before you could sneak away with the Foot, their attention turned to you. And like in the show, their emotions weren't particularly positive. With a silent sigh, you walk up to them.

"Are you guys alright?" You ask, gently and hesitantly reaching out to Mikey, since he was closest to you. Mikey looked up at you, frowning.

"Did we really just get schooled by paper thieves?!" Donnie exasperated.

"I don't swoop like a boss! I swoop like a noob." Raph added, clearly distraught.

"This seemed like a really cool idea until we didn't succeed at it…" Mikey said with a frown, and you knelt down beside him.

"Woah woah woah woah, " Leo said, about to hype them up, "Where'd my brothers go? Mikey? Where's your… l… legendary optimism?" Mikey simply groaned.

"Raph, where's your.. You know your…, " Leo grabs Raphael by the shoulders and shakes him."Go - getter attitude? And Donnie?" Leo continued, walking over to Donnie and holding his shoulders.

"Where's your… your thing! Your… emotionless passion?"

"...here…" Donnie muttered, the barking of dogs in the background.

"We can still catch these lame-o paper crooks, and be heroes." Leo said confidently. Although Leo was trying his best, and you knew he was going to convince them, you still felt the need to chime in.

"He's uhh… he's right, you know…" You start, unsure of what to say. Everyone turns their attention to you, curious.

"Just because you failed one time, doesn't mean it's over…, " You continue, scratching your hand nervously, "You still have another chance. Don't let failure hold you back… ya'know?"

Leo and Mikey seem to perk up at that a bit, but Mikey does more so. He smiles at you, and you can guess it's because you haven't run away or anything like that.

"Well, that's going to be hard, that was the last paper store in town." Donnie says, still disheartened.

"Hmmm or… was it?" Leo says, lifting a finger up to his chin.

"Yeah it was uhh, I literally just said that."

…

You don't know why, but you ended up helping them set up the fake paper store. You and the turtles set up the makeshift store. Maybe it was because it was entertaining, or maybe it was because you were already there and it would be rude to leave. Mikey had worked with you for a little bit, but you had been so reserved that you let out a small breath of relief as he went to help Leo put the salami paper together.

You weren't really listening, not until April entered.

"Hi! I'm here for the job… interview… ah no," April said, looking around the "store", and Mikey popped out from behind the desk. You looked at him, wondering when he got there.

"Man! I knew it was weird to have a job interview at midnight." April said, making her way over to you and Mikey.

"Ah miss… O'Neil!" Mikey said, shifting his fake glasses, "Doh, customers!" He exclaimed, now hiding behind the desk.

"April! You're hired! Take this sale script, and remember the customer is always right UNLESS they're a psychotic paper thief!" Mikey said, and then he promptly shoved you out next to her. "Meet your coworker! You two do well!"

"Uhh, okay. Sorry man!" April said, looking at the note cards in her hand, then you.

"Eh, I had nothing else to do today." You replied with a shrug.

"We'll be in the back!" Mikey finished, shoving himself in a tiny box with his brothers. You question how they fit even Raphael in there, but cartoon logic answered that.

Quickly both Foot Brute and Foot Lieutenant stormed in, and April nervously began reading the script.

"Welcome to Leo's paper hut! Can I interest you IN A-" April was cut off by Foot Brute shoving a hand in her face, and yours was quick to follow. You and April were lifted up and tied together from an extension cord, then hung by a pole connecting across the alleyway the "hut" resided in.

"Outta my way!" Raph huffed as the box burst open, shoving all of the brothers out.

"April! The other one! The salami paper! It's gone!" Mikey cried out, kneeling down to the ground where the salami used to be. Leo ran up to the "door" as the Foot sped off.

"No way!" Leo exclaimed angrily, kicking a sign down. Your eyes widened as the cord began to loosen, and both you and April fell to the ground.

"Owwww." Both you and April said at the same time. As the turtles began talking, you and April freed yourselves, and she turned to you.

"Hey, sorry about this whole mess, we didn't mean to get you wrapped up in this! Ya know?" She said, rubbing the back of her head.

"Oh, it's fine!" You replied, "and besides, it was kinda fun!" You bit your lip as you realized you already said too much, and that was reinforced by April perking up.

"I uhhh, better get back home now… But thanks! I'll probably see you later?" You continued, hoping she would forget.

"Oh yeah, totally! I'd love to hang out more!" April said. You smiled, and she smiled back.

You need to stop right now. They're not real. But you just… can't help it.

They're too good.

#rottmnt x reader #rottmnt donnie x reader #rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt mikey x reader #rottmnt raph x reader #rottmnt april x reader #rottmnt

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softbobamilktae · 9 months

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Who Are You Attracted To?

Pairing: Idol!Yoongi x Clothing Designer!OC

Genre: fluff, kinda a teeny bit of angst?

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: drinking

Summary: Mutually drunk, Yoongi and Rosaelia finally talk about their sexualities.

Rosaelia draped herself across Yoongi’s lap. The two of them were in their hotel room, seated on the couch, and she had a bit too much alcohol in her system. The day had been stressful, and she’d been attempting to get her mind off of it.

“Hey, Yoongs?” she asked.

“Yes?”

“Can I talk to you about something?”

He set his drink down on the table, deciding he wanted to stay sober enough to actually be able to attend to this conversation. She sounded like she had something serious to talk about, so he wanted to be able to talk about it seriously.

“Sure, Rose. What’s up?”

She blew out a long breath. “Have you ever questioned your sexuality?”

He furrowed his brows. That was not what he’d expected her to say.

“Yes. Why?”

She pouted. “Because. I don’t know. My mom acted like no one does.”

She lolled her head to one side, staring at the table in front of the couch. She was clearly pretty drunk, so he wasn’t sure this was the right time to have this conversation.

“Have you ever been with any guys?” she asked suddenly.

He blinked. “No,” he replied frankly. “I haven’t been with many girls either.”

She hummed. “Would you hate me if I liked girls too?”

“No. That would be stupid.”

He felt her relax against him. “Ok. Good.”

“Why do you ask?” he asked, too curious not to pry.

“Because…you’re the only guy I’ve dated.”

“Really?” he chuckled. “I was that good, eh?”

She laughed then. “No. Well…ok, yeah. You’re only my second relationship, though.”

“Oh. That’s it?”

She nodded.

“What happened to the first person?”

Rosaelia pressed her lips together. “Um…nothing.”

He nodded, realizing he’d pressed a bit too far. He simply tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, waiting for her to continue the conversation.

“So…you’ve questioned your sexuality?” she asked again.

“I have.”

She hummed. “You only like girls?”

“I didn’t say that.”

She glanced up at him then. “You like guys?”

He shrugged. “I wouldn’t say I care that much.”

She sat up and looked him in the eye. “Huh.”

He furrowed his brow. “What?”

“I dunno. I guess I didn’t expect you to say that.”

“Why not?”

She stared at him for a few moments. “The States is the only place I’ve really ever met queer people.”

He tapped her nose. “I think they exist everywhere, Rose. You’re not from there.”

She continued to stare at him for a few seconds. “I know.” She glanced down at her hands. “I don’t know. It doesn’t really matter anymore since I’m with you, right? I’m normal now or whatever.”

“Why would you say that?”

“That’s what my mom would say. That I’m ‘fixed’ now.”

“Well,” he sighed, “People are like that. You shouldn’t let that take away from how you feel.”

She glanced back up at him. “So…you don’t care that I’m attracted to girls?”

“No.”

He could only hope she’d remember this conversation in the morning. He could feel her shaking from nervousness on his lap, and he didn’t want her to have to ask him again. He wanted her to know that he loved her no matter what. The two of them weren’t very good at being emotionally vulnerable with each other, so he wasn’t sure they’d even have this conversation again.

“You’re not disappointed in me?” she asked.

“No. I couldn’t be. There’s no reason for me to be.”

She pouted, and he leaned forward to kiss that pout off her face. “Rose.”

She stared at him, wide-eyed, still very much drunk. “Yes?”

“Are you trying to tell me that you’re bi?”

She blinked at him, and then she nodded. “Are you saying you are too?”

He shrugged. “I don’t need a label.”

She hummed.

He pushed her rumpled hair out of her face, trying to figure out how to word what he wanted to say to her.

“You’re not any less bi just because you’re dating me, Rose, just like how dating a girl wouldn’t make you any less bi either.” He tapped her forehead with his finger. “Don’t let your mom’s voice in your head get to you.”

She smiled, and then she threw herself into his lap again, resting her head on his shoulder and letting her full body weight sink into him. “I love you.”

He chuckled. “I love you too, Rose. I think we should get some water in your system and get you to bed, though. You’re very drunk.”

She groaned. “I don’t wanna sleep.”

“I’ll sleep with you, ok? I won’t leave you.”

She made another noise of disagreement.

“Rosa,” he whined. “Don’t do this to me. We can’t sleep on the couch.”

“Yes, we can,” she argued back in a mumble.

He poked her thigh. “Rosaelia.”

She groaned and pushed herself off of him. “Fine.”

She nearly lurched forward into him the moment she was on her feet, but he caught her shoulder.

“Do you need me to carry you?” he asked with a chuckle.

“No. I’m perfectly capable on my own.”

She wasn’t, really. She tripped her way over to the bed and faceplanted into it a moment later. Yoongi dug a bottle of water out of the fridge and brought it over to her. He twisted the cap off and took a sip of it before handing it to her. She smiled lazily and pushed herself up so that she was leaning against the headboard. Then she took the water from him.

“Cheers.”

She downed the entire bottle in less than a minute, and then she was hiccupping and throwing the bottle to the floor. She curled up on the bed and tugged the covers up over herself.

“Goodnight, Yoongs.”

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Rosaelia woke up the next morning with no memory of the previous night, and thus no real progress had been made in their relationship. Their mutual hesitation to have conversations about anything serious, especially along these lines, would stall their progress on this particular topic for years to come, even if somewhere deep inside they both knew how the other felt.

This is part of the Dad!BTS series that can be found here

A/N: I literally was not planning on writing more fanfic anytime soon but these characters sucked me back in don’t @ me

It would be greatly appreciated if you reblogged the story if you liked it!

Taglist: @jiminie-and-his-pinky-finger @jinnie-forthe-winnie @thornedswan

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chimmyboii · 1 year

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Just Go with it (Part 5)

Authors note: sorry for the late update guys! been really busy with work but i finally off on holiday so hopefully i’ll be able to get more writing done! anyway i hope you guys enjoy this part! one more part and this story is finished which is kind of terrifying! sorry for any errors, i tried editing as quickly as i could. let me know what you guys think! and as always thank you for reading!!!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5. Part 6

The first day back at school was as nerve wracking as Y/N originally thought. Of course, there was stares, whispers. Opening her locker, Y/N pulls out a few notebooks, ignoring the blatant stares from the girls at the locker next to her. Her skin was pickling as the eyes continue to burn at her back. Closing her eyes, Y/N leaned her head against the cool door of her locker, a cold feeling had settled in her chest. Her breathing became heavy, a cold sweat appearing at her temples.

“Y/N?” A soft feminine voice called behind her. Jumping slightly, Y/N slammed the locker shut and turned around to find Chrissy standing behind her. As always she is dressed in her cheer uniform, Y/N watches as Chrissy tugs nervously at the sleeves of her white cardigan. “How are you?” At first, Y/N shrugs unsure on how to talk to her best friend. If anything, Y/N expected Chrissy to give her the cold shoulder but Eddie had said that Chrissy was one of the reason why Eddie gave her a second chance. Still, Y/N was unsure where they were in terms of friendship.

“I’m okay, I guess.” Chrissy nods and once again there’s an uncomfortable silence between the two before Y/N stammers out. “How have you been?” Chrissy smiles slightly.

“I’m good, been busy with the cheer, especially since you’ve been gone,” Y/N swallows harshly whilst looking down. Guilt overcame Y/N as she thinks about how she had let the team down by not showing up for three weeks.

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that,” Y/N mutters and Chrissy is quick to place a hand on Y/N shoulder in attempt to reassure her that it’s not her fault.

“Oh my God! No, Y/N that wasn’t a dig or anything. God, I get it, you needed time away from this hell hole, nobody blames you. I don’t blame you,” Y/N’s eyes snap to her best friend and Chrissy smiles reassuringly. “What happened between Jason and you was way before we were dating, I get that. But it was also not your fault that he, you know, kept harassing you. I’m just sorry I didn’t do anything or that you felt like you couldn’t talk to me,” Y/N closes her eyes for a second.

“Thanks Chrissy,” Y/N whispers, she knew there was a part of Chrissy that was blaming herself but the only one to blame out of all of this is Jason. “It wasn’t that I couldn’t talk to you personally, I didn’t know how to talk to anyone about it. I’m just glad it’s over now,” Chrissy nods with a small smile.

For the first time in weeks, Y/N generally feels like things are starting to like normal.

Y/N clears her throat before flashing Chrissy a sad smile. “I don’t know if I want to come back.” At first, Chrissy just stares at her. Her face blank before it scrunches up in confusion.

“Y/N if this is about Jason then fuck him! Honestly, don’t let him ruin your life even more than he already has,” Chrissy all but growls out and Y/N lets out a soft chuckle.

“It’s not about Jason, well it is in a way. I just feel like I want to do something different. I’m tired off being part of the cliche thing this school has going on,”

Chrissy hums and looks around and spots a group of girls watching them with envy on their faces. But what is there to envy really? At the end of the day, your social status in school doesn’t matter in the real world. Chrissy turns back to Y/N.

“Okay, fine if you don’t want to come back then what are you going to do?” Y/N face lights up, she reaches into her bag and pulls out a sheet of paper and hands it too Chrissy. A from to create a new committee. Chrissy looks back at Y/N with a questioning look.

“So, I decided to create a Prom committee,” Y/N shrugs but Chrissy face still hasn’t changed. “Is that a stupid idea?” Chrissy looks back at the paper then Y/N before shaking her head.

“No but have you spoke to Eddie about this?” Y/N reaches over and takes the paper back and puts it away before looking at Chrissy with a frown.

“No, why?” Chrissy lets out a chuckle while shaking her head.

“Because Eddie is the reason we don’t have prom. He got wasted two years ago and crashed it, don’t you remember? He’s the reason why Higgins banned prom,” Y/N face slackens and horror appeared on her face.

“Shit really! I’ve got a meeting with Principal Higgins at lunch today to discuss my ideas. Fuck! I’m screwed!” Y/N banged her head against her locker lightly. Just then Eddie came strutting through the school doors. His eyes went immediately to Y/N locker, where he finds her back to him and tapping her head against the door. Chrissy stands next to her and rubs her back. Eddie frowns and quickly runs over.

“Hey, what’s the matter?” Immediately, Eddie sweeps in, nudging Chrissy out the way and gather’s Y/N in his arms. Whilst he hugs her, the rest of the school body seem to freeze staring at the pair with bewilderment. Y/N sighs against his chest.

“I’m going to kill you,” she mumbles into the fabric of his denim vest.

Eddie lets out a confused chuckle, before looking at Chrissy who just smirks at him. Y/N pulls away from Eddie and squints her eyes at him.

“You ruined my dream!” Eddie frowns and opens his mouth to apologises. “For weeks, I thought of nothing else but getting dressed up in a big puffy dress and dancing with you under the stupid disco lights! But no, you just had to get prom banned didn’t you!” Eddie stands in shock, his mouth fell open and eyes wide as Y/N stabs her index finger into the centre off his chest. “But listen here, Edward Munson, I will get you under those disco lights if it’s the last thing I do!” Y/N turns too Chrissy, face full of determination. “We’re getting a fucking prom!” And with that Y/N jumps onto her tippy toes and presses a kiss to Eddies still open mouth and struts off down the hall.

Eddie stands frozen before a hand waving in front of his face captures his attention. Eddie blinks back into focus and turns to see Chrissy sniggering at his side.

“Okay,” Eddie breaths, “what the fuck was that about?” Chrissy snorts.

“Y/N wants to have a prom but you got prom banned,” Eddie face falls into realisation.

“Shit,” He mutters and Chrissy let out a loud laugh.

“Shit is right my friend. Hey, but all things considered, I think she took that pretty well,”

It’s lunch time and Eddie still hasn’t seen Y/N. He feeling a little nervous, not going to lie. He wasn’t sure if she was really angry at him or not. Two trays slam down beside him causing Eddie to jump.

“Jesus Christ!” He yelps and Dustin giggles in return. Both Mike and Dustin are the first at the Hellfire table.

“Sorry man!” Dustin says but he’s not sounding sorry at all, causing Eddie to fake glare at him. “What’s got you in a daze anyway?”

Eddie’s eyes flicker to the entrance of the cafeteria and see’s Chrissy enter with the rest of the cheer squad. It’s weird not seeing Y/N trailing along beside them in her tiny skirt. But she told Eddie that night in the auditorium that she wanted a fresh start away from the cheer scene.

“Y/N.” Eddie answered Dustin. The younger boy sat patiently waiting for Eddie to spill the beans on what had went down after Hellfire. But Eddie was oblivious, still waiting for her to enter the room.

“So, I guess everything went well after Hellfire,” Dustin casually commented, Eddie turned around to face him, his face pinched in confusion. “I saw Y/N outside when I was going on,” Dustin continued. Eddie shrugged but the small smile on his face confirmed it.

“Yeah, we, uhh, decided to try again,” Eddie confirmed and Dustin let out the biggest celebratory sound ever. The students at the table next to the them shot Dustin a glare which he immediately apologised for.

“That’s good man! Really I’m happy for you,” Dustin gushed and Mike nodded in agreement. But Dustin saw Eddie’s eyes flicker back to the entrance way, worry clear in them. “So, if you guys are together then why do you look so worried?” Dustin continued. Eddie turned back to the freshman and smiled sheepishly.

“Because I did something stupid.” Mike rolled his eyes. Of course he did something stupid. He’s Eddie Munson, Mike would be surprised if stupid wasn’t his middle name.

“We get that, but what did you do?” Mike pressed, trying had to keep the annoyance from his voice.

Eddie sighed, “A few years ago, a buddy of mine, you won’t remember him, decided to crash the prom. He was angry at something Higgins said to him so he decided to get drunk and gate crash the thing. He asked if I wanted to join, now baring in mind, Higgins had just told me I had failed my midterm and I had to repeat another year, so yeah I was pissed off and decided to join in.” Eddie stops for a moment, wincing slightly as he remembers what he and his buddy did. “We completely destroyed the whole thing. Tipping tables, ripping off the banners, throwing food about but we weren’t finished. My buddy decided he really needed to make a statement, so he peed in the punch. He literally stood on the table in front of the whole school and peed in a big bowl.” Dustin and Mike both grimaced. Eddie sighed sadly, his fingers tapped nervously at the table.

“Not my finest moment, I’ll admit. After that, Higgins decided that prom was nothing but trouble and cancelled it completely,”

“Wait, are you saying you’re the reason prom was banned?” Mike asked, awe in his voice. Eddie nodded once before eyes flicker to the door once again. “Holy shit!” Mike breathed, flopping against the chair. Dustin shook his head, in amazement or embarrassment, he couldn’t really tell.

Suddenly, Dustin frowned and leaned forward in his chair, elbows on the table.

“Wait, what does this have to do with Y/N?” Eddie opened his mouth to answer when he saw Y/N push through a crowd of students entering the cafeteria. A wide smile broke on his lips as he watches her but the smile falls as she walks past his table. She didn’t spare a glance at him as she quickly rushes over to the cheer table. Y/N pulls the chair next to Chrissy and plops down before rummaging in her bag and pulling out a piece of paper and practically shoving it in Chrissy’s face.

Eddie looks down at the table for a second, trying not to let Y/N’s cold shoulder get to him. Dustin nudges Eddie softly with his elbow and nodded towards Y/N.

“Y/N wants to bring prom back I guess,” Eddie revealed, slouching in his chair. “I never told her I was the one that got it banned in the first place, so now’s she pissed,” Eddie groaned loudly, tipping his head back. “I swear I can’t do anything right. We just got back together and I already fucked up!”

Mike snorted which caused Eddie to shoot him a glare but the boy was looking beyond him. “Well you didn’t fuck up enough because Y/N is making her way over her and from the look on her face I’d say she’s anything but pissed,” Eddie spun around just in time to see Y/N practically skipping towards his table with a smile plastered on her face. Eddie opened his mouth to say something when suddenly she plopped down on his lap. She presses a kiss to his lips - once again his were open wide in shock. Y/N waves the piece of paper she was showing Chrissy at their table.

“Look what I’ve got!” She sang, pushing the paper further into Eddie’s face. He could just make out the writing as it swayed in front of him. It was a permission slip that granted Y/N authorisation to start a new committee. At the bottom was Principle Higgins signature.

“Holy shit,” Eddie breathed, snatching the paper from Y/N’s hand and re-reading it once more before turning to Y/N wide eyed. “You actually got him to bring back prom, how the fuck did you manage that?” Y/N smirked at him.

“Oh you know, just battered my eyelashes and sweet talked him a bit,” Eddie sniggered at her before nodding.

“I bet you did, you little minx!” Eddie leaned into Y/N’s neck and bit it softly causing her to let out a squeal. Dustin let out a loud cough, causing the pair to pull apart. Y/N cheeks flushed as she giggled softly before apologising. Eddie, however, glared harshly at the boy.

“I’m glad you guys are together and everything, but can you try and keep, you know, the PDA to a minimum please?” Dustin begged and Y/N snickered before nodding but Eddie interjected, his voice smug.

“Yeah, no promises,” Y/N elbowed him before turning her attention fully on Eddie. Her face sobers and looks pointy at Eddie.

“On a serious note, for Prom to go ahead, I need you to be on your best behaviour. Higgins was against letting you come but after pleading with him for twenty minutes about to allowing you to attend, we came to an agreement. If you keep your grades at satisfactory level and your attendance improves, you can attend the prom with me. Also, if you do come to prom no drinking!” Y/N voice is firm so Eddie knows there is no arguing with her. Y/N turns back to Mike and Dustin, a content smile on her face.

“So what theme are you going for, Y/N?” Mike asked and Eddie watched as her face seemed to light up. Y/N had this glow about her, something Eddie hadn’t seen before. It was like Eddie was really seeing her for the first time, that this was her true self. And Eddie loved it.

Y/N hummed in thought, “I’m not sure yet, I need to recruit a team first before I decide anything. So far, I’ve only got Chrissy on the team but I’ll need more,”

“Why don’t you ask my sister?” Mike suggested, “So likes organising shit.” Y/N looks thoughtful for a moment before nodding.

“Do you think she’d want to join?” Mike shrugs his shoulders.

“She’ll do anything for extra credit, to be honest,” Y/N smiled at the dark haired boy.

“Okay, I’ll ask her. Thanks Mike,” Y/N stands up from Eddie’s lap and he lets out a moan, already missing her weight and body heat. Bending down, Y/N presses a soft kiss to his lips and this time Eddie actually gets to kiss her back.

“I’m gonna go and get started on recruiting and maybe draw up some ideas,” Y/N tells him and Eddie nods. “But I’ll see you after school?”

“Yeah, I’ll meet you out front,” Y/N smiles and kisses him on the cheek before heading out the cafeteria. Dustin let out a whistle and Eddie turns back to him. “What?”

Dustin clears his throat and looks slightly nervous, “Nothing really, it’s just it going to take Y/N a lot of time and effort to plan this,” Eddie nods slowly, not knowing where Dustin is going with this.

“And…” Eddie presses, his voice lowering. Dustin gulps and beings too tug at his collar.

“And she might be busy all the time, and…and m-might not have time to spend with you!” Dustin blubbered out. Eddie froze, staring blankly at Dustin, his mind already racing. Mike sighed beside him and shook his head, having already see Eddie’s head beginning to fill with doubt.

“You don’t know that,” Mike countered, kicking Dustin hard under the table. “Don’t start getting yourself worked up, nothing has changed. Even if she is busy all the time, you guys can make it work,” Eddie nods and forcing out a laugh.

“You’re right, I’m getting worked up over nothing,”

Dustin was right, Y/N was really busy. Even though she had recruited ten people to help her with the prom project, she was still busy. At first, Eddie was fine with not seeing her at lunch - it gave him some time to catch up with last minute homework or write new campaigns for Hellfire. But soon she was cancelling some of their dates so she could meet up with her team. But that wasn’t what was pissing Eddie off, no, it was when she did make it to dates, all she talked about was prom. It had been three weeks since she took on the project and it has become her life. Y/N was obsessed with it.

Currently, Y/N is lounging on Eddie’s bed, notebook in hand and pen in other. She continues to scribble notes down in the book, she hasn’t looked at Eddie who is sat at the end of the bed, a white piece of paper in his hand, staring at her. Eventually, he sighs and stands from the bed, this captures Y/N attention as she looks up from her book.

“What’s wrong?” She questions, placing the notebook on the bedside table. Eddie ignores her and walks over and grabs the acoustic guitar. “Eddie?” She presses but Eddie just shrugs. “If you tell me what’s wrong, how can I fix it?” Eddie scoffs and turns to her with a glare.

“Do you even want to fix it?” Y/N frowns and laughs in confusion.

“Of course I do, I wouldn’t have asked otherwise,” Eddie rolls his eyes and pinches his nose. Sensing his distress, Y/N shoots up from the bed and walks to him. She grabs hold of his shoulders and runs her hands along them, trying to soothe him. “Eddie what’s going on?” He drops his hand and looks at her with those sad puppy eyes.

“I feel like I’m losing you, and I know it sounds stupid and clingy but this prom thing, it’s all you ever talk about. I’m happy you’ve got something, you know, like I’ve got Hellfire. But I-I feel like we barely have time together now.” Y/N eyes have widened in disbelief and goes to speak but Eddie continues. “And I know I sound like a selfish prick but I need attention to, Y/N.” It’s quiet now and Eddie feels like he’s going to throw up as the tension begins to build. He didn’t want to say anything but the feeling was bubbling in the pit of his stomach and he knew if he hear the word prom again he was going to explode. Y/N continued to stare at him, her face was blank like she was calculating something. Perhaps calculating if being Eddie was really worth her time.

“Okay,” Y/N nodded and Eddie cocked his head to the side, shoulders sagging.

“Okay?” Eddie repeated and Y/N nodded, reaching out and grabbing his hands. She intertwined their fingers and tugged him back to the bed. As they sat down, Eddie felt like his heart was about to beat out his chest. He wasn’t sure what was going on really.

“You’re right, I need a timeout from the prom stuff. I’m sorry Eddie, I didn’t mean to make you feel like neglected,” Y/N leans her head on Eddie’s chest, pulling him closer to her. Eddie can feel her apology in her hug, her arms are tense as if she’s afraid he’ll pull away or shove her but Eddie does neither; he only pulls her closer. “Thank you for telling me though and not like exploding like most guys,” Eddie presses a kiss to the crown of her head.

“It’s okay,” he mumbles, “I’m proud of you, you know.” Y/N looks up at him with a small smile. “This prom is going to be be amazing, regardless of its theme, because it’s you who planned it. For me, you’re what makes it special, anyway,” Y/N let out a small giggle and presses her lips against his. Eddie smirks when she pulls away and Y/N narrows her eyes playfully at him.

“What?” She questions, her voice drawing out the word. Eddie gently nudged Y/N onto her back before laying over her, propping himself onto his elbows, smirking at her.

“Now that I’ve got your attention, I have a question for you,” Y/N giggle, her hand reaching up and pushing his hair out of his face, her thumb tracing his cheek.

“Yeah? What’s that?” Eddie smirks widens as his eyes dance around her face.

“Wanna make out?” Y/N let out a loud ‘pfft’ before howling with laughter which caused Eddie to laugh with her. As she continued to laugh, Eddie leaned down and pressed his lips against hers, her laugh vibrating against his lips. He continues to press kisses against her lips until she stops laughing and beings to follow. Soon the only noise between them is the sound of their lips parting and meeting again.

Eddie presses his weight against her, his hand reaching up and cupping the side of her jaw. Y/N’s tongue touched the bottom of Eddie’s lip, immediately Eddie opened his mouth and touched his tongue with hers. He groans as he tastes her. She tasted sweet like a strawberry lollipop. Y/N moves slightly, opening her legs so that Eddie can fit between them. Letting out a soft moan, Y/N’s hand traveled from Eddie’s shoulder down his back to his bum. She presses his backside closer, wrapping her legs around his waist. Instantly, Eddie began to grind into her, his lips part from hers to let out a gasp and a groan. Eddies lips travel along Y/N’s cheek and down her neck, he stops when he reaches her collarbone. He grabs a patch of skin between his teeth, gently and sucks. Y/N lets out a loud gasp, her hips jolting up towards his which elected a groan from Eddie. Y/N’s other hand slipped under Eddie’s t-shirt, caressing Eddie’s bare skin causing him too shiver against her. Y/N moaned when Eddie’s boner pressed against her crotch, she moved her hips again which caused Eddie to retaliate and grind back down on her.

They grind back and forth against each other. Their hands grope and feel each others skin, shuttering against other. Y/N’s breathing has become heavier, soft moans escaping her lips uncontrollably. She feels a warm tingle in the pit of stomach, it begins to circle and trail down to her virgina which flutters but just when she’s about to slip into a euphoric haze, Eddie stops abruptly. His head throws back, tilting up at the ceiling as he lets out a throaty groan. Y/N bites her lip, the tingling feeling slipping away and she tries not feel disappointed as Eddie’s head flops against her shoulder. Instead, Y/N runs her hand long his bag in soft stroking motions. Eventually, Eddie pulls his head up and looks at his with a blissed look on his face. He kisses her gently twice before sitting up.

“Did you come?” Y/N shakes her head and Eddie frowns. He moves his hand towards the button off her jeans but Y/N stops him.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to,” But Eddie shakes his head.

“No, no, I want to,” Y/N still has a grip on his hand and refuses to let them go.

She looks at Eddie with a small smile, “It’s okay, I don’t need to come. I just want to cuddle now,” Eddie still doesn’t budge, staring down at her. Y/N tugs at him three times before Eddie eventually falls down beside her. Quickly, Y/N lays her head on his chest, listening to his heart beat. She closes her eyes and draws small shapes on Eddie’s fabric covered stomach.

“Why didn’t you want me to make you come?” Eddie whispers and Y/N freezes. His voice was small and doubtful. Y/N turns and peers up at him.

“Honestly?” Y/N whispers back and Eddie nods. She gulps, feeling small under his gaze. Y/N knows that Eddie won’t judge her but a small part her can’t help but feel insecure. “I don’t want our relationship to be all about sex.” She’s quiet for a moment, contemplating her next words. “I don’t want us to just constantly have sex with each other and never talk. I want us to be able to, I don’t know…enjoy each other’s company without wanting to always rip our clothes off,” Y/N gulps as her mind flashes back to when she was fifteen.

Her younger self sits naked on the bed as she watches Jason quickly get changed back into his clothes. He doesn’t spare her a glance as he sits back on the bed to tug on his trainers. Younger Y/N watches as he stands from the bed and heads towards her bedroom door. He stops and turns to her, his face void of emotion as he nods at her and leaves the room.

Eddie runs a finger along her cheek bringing her back to reality. “We won’t be like that. Even though I do want to rip off you clothes 99% of the time, I also want to hear you talk,” Eddie promise and Y/N smirked, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh really, weren’t you just complaining about me talking too much about prom?” Eddie flashed a guilty smile.

“Well to be fair, Y/N, you never shut up about the goddamn thing!” Y/N lets out a laugh, slapping his lightly on the chest. “But apart from prom, I’m willing to listen to whatever you wanna talk about,” Eddie moves to turn on his side when he freezes, his face turns up in disgust. His cum-filled boxers stick against his thigh. “I’ll be right back,” Bouncing up quickly, Eddie grabs a pair of boxers from his drawers and sprints to the bathroom.

When he finally returns from what was a supposed to be a quick clean up turned into a full blown shower, he finds Y/N writing in her book again. He groans and stomps over to his bed before flopping down face first.

“Seriously, Y/N do you ever stop!” His voice is muffled under his cover. Y/N snickers but continues to write the last sentence before slamming book shut and tossing it on the floor. She turns to Eddie with a satisfied smile on her face.

“There I’ve stopped!” Eddie rolls his eyes before tugging her towards him but stops when his eyes see the time on the clock on his bedside cabinet. It was almost midnight.

“Shit! I better get you home,” Eddie goes to stand but Y/N grabs his arm and holds him still.

“I want to stay,” her voice is quiet, border lining a whisper. “If that’s okay with you,” Eddie smiles softly at her before nodding.

“Yeah, yeah, that’s okay with me, like you even have to ask, sweetheart.” Y/N smiled widely before sitting up and grabbing her backpack from the floor.

“Good! Because I’ve already packed my pyjamas,” She tips the bag and all her belongings onto the bed. Eddie laughs as she’s the amount of clothes she’s brought with her. There must be about four pairs of jeans and t-shirts.

“Jeez sweetheart, you moving in or something?” Y/N shrugs at him, grabbing her pyjamas and laying them on the bed before grabbing the rest and shoving them back into her bag.

“Only if you ask nicely,” She says nonchalantly and Eddie snickers. She grabs her pyjamas and makes her way to the bathroom, Y/N pulls the door open slightly but pauses when Eddie calls to her.

“You can always change in here, sweetheart,” He’s just jesting her. Its Eddie’s favourite thing to do, tease her. Y/N stops and looks at him over her shoulder, eyebrows pinched together. A smirk of her own appears. She lets go of the door and turns to face Eddie, she drops her pyjamas onto the floor. Eddie eyes follow them as they hit the ground, a frown appearing on his lips. His eyes return to Y/N just in time to see her unbutton her jeans and slide them down her legs. Eddie’s mouth falls open as Y/N hands reach for the bottom of her t-shirt, she tugs it up over her head and throws it on top of the jeans. Eddie can’t breath. His lungs have forgotten how to function. Y/N stands ten feet away from him in nothing but a black bra and pink panties, miss match but oh so sexy, Eddie thinks.

“Should I keep going?” Y/N ask, voice smug as she takes in Eddie’s gobsmacked expression. Slowly, in a daze, he nods. Y/N slip up cupping over her bra, squeezing them, Eddie gulps as he watches. His dick twitches in his fresh boxers. Slowly, Y/N reaches behind her to unhook her bra but just as she goes to unhook it she turns around so her back to Eddie. He watches as she unhooks it, slips it off and throws it on the pile. From this angle, Eddie can only see the corner of her left breast, his only view is off her back. Y/N bends down giving Eddie a view of her plump bum as she grabs her pyjamas that she drop earlier and clutches them to her chest before spinning around to face Eddie. He throws his head back against the wall, causing a loud thump to echo around the room.

“You’re such a fucking tease!” Eddie whined, his hand reaching down to cup his now painful erection. “Now look what you did!” Y/N giggled, shrugging her shoulders.

“Oops!” Y/N snickers, “To be fair you did say I could get changed in here.” She stuck her tongue out at him before leaving to go to the bathroom like she originally planned.

Its twenty minutes later when Y/N finally exit the bathroom and thankfully Eddie’s erection had calmed down by then. She enters his room in a pair of Minnie Mouse pyjamas that Eddie can’t help snickering at. Y/N glares at him before telling him too playfully to shut up. As soon as she climb into the bed, Eddie tugged her to him, spooning her from behind. Y/N let out a soft sigh, stretching in relief. Eddie presses a kiss to her temple before snuggling into her neck.

“Just so you know,” Eddie whispers against her neck and Y/N hums back in response. “I’ll probably wake up tomorrow with a hard on,” Y/N let out a tired giggle and wiggle her butt against him.

“That’s okay, I’ll just make you come in your pants again!” Eddie let out a playful growl and bit her neck causing her to let out a little squeal before nudging him. They giggle with each for a few more minutes before Y/N’s breathing becomes heavy as she slowly drifts off. Eddie sits up slightly and peers down at her with a smile before pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“I love you,” he whispers to her. Y/N stirs, her head snuggling against the pillow, her hand reaching out and grabbing his.

“Love you too,” she mumbles drowsily. Eddie’s heart stutters in his chest, his whole body freezing as the words register. Her voice was quiet but clear enough for him to hear the words. Eddie body warms and his fingers tingles as he feels hers twitch in her sleep. Eddie gathers her into his arms more, pressing soft kisses against the back of her neck. Eddie falls asleep like that; with Y/N tucked in his arms and a smile on his face.

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buckets-and-trees · 2 years

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Title: Steve and the Sandwich Fandom: MCU Characters/Pairings: eventual Steve Rogers x Reader Word Count: 994 Summary: Could a simple interaction with a stranger (a stranger everyone knows) be as simple a start to a love story as that? Warnings: Haha, none yet - slow burn? Also gluten. Additional Notes: Second drabble on the blog. This one, again, not strictly a WIP, but a series of drabbles with a plan – and in the same sphere as Bucky and the Bench.

There were scores of other lunch spots, but the line out the door for Defonte’s didn’t surprise or dissuade you as you’d been thinking of their sandwiches all week. The weather had exceeded your expectations, giving you a beautiful light jacket kind of day, with a slight breeze, and a sun that wasn’t glaring down on the citizens of New York yet. You take your spot in line behind a man in a baseball cap on his phone. You take your phone out of your pocket and begin scrolling through your apps as well.

The line moves regularly enough, not too fast or too slow, and after a few minutes, you’re approaching the point where you’ll be moving inside the door, which opens and closes every few moments as the line moves forward and customers leave. When you’re close enough that you can catch a delicious whiff of the food when the door opens, you unconsciously let out a small moan.

The man in front of you looks over his shoulder at you. “I agree,” he says, flashing a grin.

You laugh, a touch of heat rising in your cheeks with a small smile. “I guess I was too distracted to keep it in,” you raise the phone in your hand and slip it into your pocket.

He turns toward you and tucks his phone away as well. “Been here before?”

“Oh yes,” you respond. “You?”

“Since I was a kid – one of its many charms.”

“Me, too. Always worth the wait.”

What is happening? you think. You’re not prone to striking up conversations with strangers in public, but this guy has a smile that has somehow captivated you in how genuine it is.

You offer him your first name.

“Steve,” he returns.

You both just smile for a moment, eyes locked on each other.

There’s another whiff of bread and meats, and the line moves, giving you a moment to break the eye contact as you step closer to the door.

Then your brows furrow. “Wait…” you drop your voice, glancing at the people around you, then back at the features you’re realizing you recognize from a hundred publicity photos and appearances, “Steve – Steve Rogers?” You speak the last only just above a whisper, noting with the baseball cap, non-descript jacket, and the way he’s hunching his shoulders – and really his entire frame – to appear smaller, that he’s clearly trying to fly under the radar and get a sandwich like any normal person, not as Captain America.

He rubs the back of his neck nervously, a slight flush of red appearing on his cheeks. “Guilty.”

You grin more widely. “I’ll help you keep a low profile.”

“Thanks.”

“So, when you say you’ve been coming here since you were a kid…”

“They’ve been open since 1922,” he shrugs.

“Almost as long as you,” you tease.

He shakes his head, but there’s a twinkle in his blue eyes.

There’s a burst of adrenaline over the moment of flirting, and you desperately try to slow down your heart because if you’re not one to speak to strangers in public, you’re certainly not proficient at flirting, so you steer the conversation safely to comparing some of your favorite places around Brooklyn. It’s a safe topic you’d talk to any new acquaintance about.

It’s clearly safe and easy for both of you as the next ten minutes fly by until you’re interrupted by arriving at the counter to make your orders.

Steve orders the Sinatra Special, fries, Nicky’s hot salad, and a macaroni salad. When the guy working the counter asks if that’s it, Steve hesitates for a moment. “Um… whatever she’s having, too,” he says, turning his head to look at you, eyes quizzical.

“Really?”

“My treat if you’ll eat with me.”

Your heart briefly launches into your throat, and you open your mouth, but momentarily can’t seem to say anything.

“If you’re not busy,” he adds.

“I’m not,” you quickly reassure him, and his smile grows to match the broad grin that’s now split across your face.

The guy behind the counter isn’t impatient, but he does gently clear his throat, a small smile under his bushy mustache and beard. “And you’ll have?”

“The Cuban and some fries.”

The conversation does awkwardly pause until Steve pays and you get your food, with just a few glances shared between the two of you, but then once you’ve found a spot to sit and dig in, things fall back into a much more natural state. You end up agreeing to switch half your sandwiches with each other (everything here is always good), and when you reveal that you got your own fork and steal a bite of the mac salad, he scolds you and says it’s a good thing you got your own fries, but scoots both of his other sides to sit right between you two.

You prompt the exchange of numbers, and you send him a thank you text a few minutes after you part. It’s not immediate, but it doesn’t take him long to respond.

No, thank you! Honestly, it was nice to meet someone I could talk to and just be Steve with.

Then it’s radio silent for the rest of the day. Which is fine. It’s totally fine. He’s Captain freaking America. He’s a busy guy.

But when you wake up to a text from him Sunday morning asking if you’ve been to the Carrol Gardens Greenmarket because he’s thinking about heading there around ten if you want to join, you let him know you’re in and flounce happily out of bed earlier than you usually do on the weekend. As thoughts of his warm and eager smile and his piercing blue eyes surge through your brain, you get bursts of butterflies on the way there, but once you see those eyes and that smile again face to face, it feels almost completely normal, and the two of you fall easily into stride.

next part

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lesbianlotties · 2 years

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"wanna practice" for the ronance prompt :))

and this is me practicing before writing the seven husbands of nancy wheeler 👀

Robin knocked on the door of Nancy’s trailer just mildly nervous. She had gotten her excitement mostly under control since the first time she met the superstar, and they had been working together on set for weeks already. Acting opposite each other was a delight. Robin could act like a badass spy and handle guns and even mess up her own action stunts in front of Nancy and survive. She had to be able to be normal about knocking on her door and checking in on her before they started filming that day, right?

Well, surprisingly, it was Nancy who wasn’t acting completely normal.

“Who’s there?” Nancy asked.

“It’s me, Robin,” Robin replied, but she barely got her name out of her mouth when Nancy was throwing the door of the trailer open, dragging her inside, and closing the door again. Then she resumed her nervous pacing along the limited space they were in while Robin watched with a frown of confusion and concern. “Whoa, Nancy, are you okay?” she asked, holding her hands up as if she were facing a dangerous animal, which might not scare her as much as Nancy fucking Wheeler usually did. But Nancy didn’t look dangerous right then and there. Quite the opposite really.

“I’m not, I’m…” Nancy stopped. Stopped talking, stopped walking, and Robin feared she would stop breathing. “I’m just overthinking everything, it’s okay.”

“Nance, you have nothing to worry about,” Robin smiled and carefully approached the other actress. “Do I have to remind you that you’re the only Oscar winner here? You’re even a producer, Wheeler. You got this. You’re a natural.”

Nancy granted a small smile, and she appeared to be considerably calmer, but not any less worried. Finally, she admitted in a voice so quiet that Robin almost failed to hear, “I’m nervous about the kiss.”

All that Robin could do was nod silently. Right. The kiss. The kiss between both of their characters. The kiss that had been right there in the script she got months ago and she had been losing her mind over every single day since getting the part. That kiss. At least it was a comfort to know that even Nancy Wheeler got nervous about it too but… why?

Apparently, Robin had voiced her question out loud, because the next thing she knew Nancy was blowing her mind with her answer. “I’ve just never kissed a woman before,” she said.

“Really?!” Robin blurted out, completely tactless. The unimpressed look Nancy sent her way immediately made her wince and try to fix it. “I… I’m sorry. It’s, uh, I just… I mean, you’re an actress. I thought for sure everyone in Hollywood, well… Apparently not? I guess? Maybe it was just my experience? Anyway, It’s not a big deal, right? I’m sure, uh, I’m sure it’ll be fine, and you, I’m so sure that you… I’m just going to try my best and uh…Wanna practice?” Robin couldn’t believe she let herself blurt that out, of all things. But she couldn’t help herself, not when Nancy was in the room and staring at her, vulnerable and desperate like that. “I mean, no. Why, uh, why would we do that? You’re a pro. You don’t need to… You… It’s just, it helps, you know? I mean, it helped me! My first movie. With Tammy Thompson, you know her? It was a musical, not very good, by the way, but we, um, we practiced, and it helped, and I feel like I’m just making things worse. Am I?”

“You’re not,” Nancy answered softly. Robin’s heart fluttered at the sight. Nancy genuinely looked more relaxed. If there was a hint of nervousness still in her, Robin was about to find out it wasn’t for the reasons she expected. “I don’t think practicing is a bad idea,” Nancy said, stopping Robin’s heart right then and there.

“Really?” Robin managed to ask, despite the lump in her throat and her heart threatening to burst out of her chest. She took a step closer to Nancy, and Nancy imitated her movements. They were finally close enough to touch.

“Really,” Nancy replied, taking another step, prompting Robin to take the final step that closed the distance between them.

Robin could barely believe her eyes. This was really happening. She placed a hand on Nancy’s cheek and melted at the way the actress leaned into the touch. “Okay, superstar. Are you ready?” Robin asked with a bright grin of unbridled joy.

Nancy returned the smile, and added an affectionate roll of her eyes. But her answer was the way she shifted onto her tiptoes and slowly pressed her lips against Robin. She was careful and sweet, and took her time as if needing to memorize every detail. It had nothing to do with the supposedly heated and quick kiss they would be filming that day. Robin had the small suspicion that this practice didn’t actually have a lot to do with their movie, but she didn’t mind. She wrapped her arms tighter around Nancy and lost herself in the kiss.

#robin calling nancy is now something so personal to me #ronance #stranger things #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #robin x nancy #nancy x robin #st #stranger things fanfic #ronance fanfic #answered #prompts #ronance prompts #my fic #phoebeslaysallday

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jaytoons7 · 10 months

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❛ you’re my family too. ❜ - Ulle and someone else of your choosing!

Ulle frowned as she ate some food in the cafeteria. She had been previously working all day to avoid some negative thoughts creeping in her mind. But they unfortunately seem to have returned...

She almost didn't notice that Scottie was suddenly sitting across form them. "O-Oh. I didn't see ya there." She hid her distress behind a smile. "You on break?"

Scottie shrugged. "I'm pretty much done with dinner for today, So yeah. I'm just eating my dinner now."

The two sat in awkward silence before Ulle spoke up. "I-I have a question! If it's too personal, You don't have to answer it!" Scottie raised an eyebrow before finally nodding. "Alright. Shoot."

"D-Do you ever miss your family..?"

Scottie was silent for a good minute after that question was asked. Ulle suddenly worried that she crossed a boundary and was fully prepared for Scottie to yell at her. She wasn't expecting Scottie to answer like this:

"I... Don't know..." Their voice sounded uncharacteristically quiet, Almost sounding unsure of their own answer. "It's... Complicated. I never wanna go back but... I-I dunno... Whatever I answer probably won't make any sense... Why did you of all people wanna know..?"

"I..." Ulle felt reluctant to answer before sighing. "Today would've been my grandma's birthday... A-And since I never got to meet my dad and mom died when I was little, She was the one that raised me." Tears formed in the corners of her eyes. "I-I know I have the Toppats now, B-But it still hurts..."

Scottie quietly listened, Before at least attempting to think of an answer. "I can't really pretend to know how that feels..." Scottie admitted. "From what I know, Our childhoods were very different from each other... But if you want to know my advice or something, I'll tell ya' only if you wanna know. I ain't gonna force nothing down your throat."

"No! No! I wanna hear it!" Ulle quickly nodded. "Th-That's why I asked you in the first place! I wanted your opinion!"

Scottie gave a weak smile before looking at the table. "I guess what I've learned is that conflictin' feelings like this are... Normal I guess?" They played with their hair a bit. "Like, It's normal to love your new family while missin' your old one. In your case at least. That's probably really dumb advice..."

"N-No, It isn't!" Ulle quickly spoke. "I get what you're saying! I have been feeling super conflicted lately... I just didn't really know how to word it. At least I know now how I'm feeling."

"And it's not like ya' have to go through that alone." Scottie hummed. "You have your family here after all."

"Yeah, But Scottie..." She went over and hugged them. "You're my family too. I know we've had our differences before, But I really do care about you. Thank you"

Scottie's eyes widened before they hugged Ulle back. "N-No problem..."

Ulle let go of Scottie before giving a teasing smirk. "Buuut, You do still owe me for that strawberry cheesecake." Scottie's eyes widened and they nervously laughed. "Th-That's fair. I-I was really actin' like an idiot huh..?"

"Yep!" Ulle replied with a smile. "A stupid dumb idiot! But that's why I love you!" Scottie rolled their eyes before a smile smile appeared on their face.

"I love ya' too."

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batfam-slash · 2 years

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A little continuation of an earlier alpha/omega AU I did, in which Bruce dies and Jason must become the pack alpha until Damian comes of age.

*****

There’s a different atmosphere today when Jason enters the kitchen.

He can smell it in the air.

Dick and Tim are already sat at the table eating, talking quietly, but Jason can smell the nervousness radiating from the omegas. As if they’re not quite sure how today is going to go.

There’s a part of Jason that’s wondering that himself. It’s not that he doubts Damian or doesn’t trust him; he’s grown into a good alpha, but the kid can sometimes be unpredictable.

Jason can’t afford to show his nervousness though. He doesn’t want it to affect anyone else.

Thankfully Alfred is his usual calm self; he greets Jason with a good morning, sir and a cup of coffee, and the only thing part of his behaviour that reminds Jason this is not a normal morning is the overly reassuring smile Alfred gives him.

Jason thanks Alfred for the coffee and gives Dick a quick kiss and Tim an affectionate squeeze of the shoulder. He doesn’t sit down; he knows Damian will be here any second.

There’s a cake on the kitchen counter that says Happy 18th Birthday Damian in loopy icing, made by Dick under Alfred’s supervision. Jason wonders if they’ll even be in the mood to eat any of it.

Sure enough, Damian arrives only moments later.

Jason has to stop himself from almost laughing - in true Damian style, the younger alpha is dressed in his Robin uniform. Ready for battle.

“Good morning, Master Damian,” Alfred says smoothly. “Many happy returns.”

“Thank you, Pennyworth,” Damian says, but his eyes are fixed on Jason.

Damian’s hand goes to his utility belt, he widens his stance. He’s preparing for a challenge.

“I’m not going to challenge you,” Jason says immediately, keen to diffuse the situation quickly. “Your dad put me in charge of this pack until the day you came of age. That today is today. You’re ready to lead. You’ve grown into an alpha he would be proud of. So I defer to you.”

It’s never been an act he’s been fully comfortable with, but Jason feels the situation warrants it, so he kneels before the younger alpha. It feels odd, after Damian deferring to Jason for the last few years, but this is how it was always supposed to go.

He can see Damian relax; the younger alpha’s hand moves away from his utility belt.

“Thank you, Todd,” Damian says. “For caring for this pack until I was ready. My father would be proud of you too.”

And fuck, Jason wasn’t expecting that.

“You’re not gonna banish me then?” Jason laughs, almost choking back a happy sob. He’s not gonna fucking cry.

“You are pack,” Damian replies simply.

The younger alpha holds out his hand, and Jason takes it. He lets Damian pull him up so they can hug, and he lets the happiness show in his scent.

There was only a little part of him that thought he might be banished when Damian was in charge. After all, Damian was not very happy about Jason taking the role of pack alpha to begin with. And while Jason wouldn’t have cared whether the bats wanted him or not a few years ago, it’s a very different story now.

Jason glances at Dick, then back at Damian. “I guess I need to ask for your permission now-“

“You have it,” Damian says immediately. “You may remain my step-mother’s mate. You have brought him much happiness since my father’s death.”

Jason grins and shoots Dick a wink, who rolls his eyes fondly in response.

“And you should invite Kent round,” Damian says to Tim, “so I may give him my blessing. I’m sure he’s been worrying about this.”

And then all of them are descending on Damian, pulling him into a group hug with a chorus of happy birthday, Dami, because he may be the pack alpha now but they’ll always feel a fond protectiveness over him, their pup.

Alfred brings out the cake and they eat it for breakfast; Damian takes off his mask but stays in his uniform.

Jason feels like a weight has been lifted from his shoulders.

And for the first time since Bruce died, he truly does believe that everything’s gonna be alright.

#jaydick #timkon #alpha/omega

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MIDNIGHT’S MINUET | Part 16 - Secret’s Out

Pairing: Yoongi x Fem Reader

Genre: Strangers to Enemies to Friends to ???, social media au, chef au, musician au, slow burn, fluff, implied smut, angst, slight crack, and drama.

Summary: While gallivanting around the world pursuing his love for music and architecture, Yoongi was forced to come back home when Seokjin, his older brother, asked him for help to run the family business. Having been born with a silver spoon, Yoongi longed for a bit of normalcy and independence; hence, agreeing with Seokjin’s request didn’t come without any of his own conditions— first, he’s going to oversee the hotel’s kitchen; second, he’s gonna let him live a normal life— no luxury cars, no high-rise building apartment, no special treatment. Yoongi was pleased that everything seemed to be going well with his return… until he met you, the roadblock to everything his brother has agreed to.

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Your heart hammered inside your chest as you stood outside POP Cafe. It’s familiar, yes, one that you and your friends frequent since it’s right smacked halfway between your apartment building and The Black Swan. It’s also the go-to venue for your work gathering, what with its spacious roofdeck and happy hour offers. Even Hoseok, the owner, is no longer a stranger to you, too. But why were you all of a sudden so jittery?

Last night, your neighbor left a note on your door asking if you’d like to grab some coffee with him. After letting him know that you’re not opposed to the idea, he then dropped the location and the time, asking you to meet him there. That’s how you found yourself standing outside Hoseok’s cafe at 8 PM, rocking back and forth on your heels. Coffee at this hour? I mean, let’s be honest, you’re one hundred percent getting a decaf tonight.

What’s wrong with grabbing coffee with your neighbor? Nothing. Except when your neighbor is technically still a stranger. But since you know him, then he’s not a stranger, right? Yes, you know him. He’s Min! He gives you wine and sweets, and plays the piano to the point of playing a duet with you. He’s not a stranger, he’s… who are you kidding, he’s still a stranger. But alas tonight, he won’t be, right? This is good, it’s a start. It’s–

“YN!” Hoseok’s booming voice interrupted your thoughts, followed by his hearty laugh.

“Hey Hobi!” You waved nervously, silently praying he hasn’t been watching you contemplate on your spot for a long time.

“Are you coming in? I’ve been watching you for a while now, wondering why you haven’t pushed the door open yet.”

Welp.

“Um…” You winced realizing how stupid your next words would be. “I’m actually supposed to meet my neighbor at 8 PM here, but the thing is…” you wanted the ground to swallow you whole. “I don’t know what he looks like, because he just moved in, and I’m guessing he doesn’t know what I look like either?” You gestured to the pavement, “hence, I am waiting right here, in case someone approaches me or something.”

Hoseok broke into an even brighter smile – you don’t know how he does that – as if a lightbulb just went off his head. “You’re lucky you have one smart neighbor!” Hoseok opened the door wider and urged you to come in. “A reservation was made last night under your name for 8 PM, so you can be one hundred percent sure that your neighbor will be able to see you right away.”

“Oh… is he here yet?” You chewed on your lower lip nervously.

“Not yet… but hey, you’re quite early. It’s only 7:50,” Hoseok led you to your small corner table and even pulled a chair for you. “Should I get you your usual?”

“Yes, please. But maybe don’t serve it until my neighbor has placed his order later,” you smiled up at him.

“Gotcha. Enjoy your evening, Yn!”

“Hey, Yn…” You slipped your phone in your purse as Yoongi approached. “I didn’t expect to see you here, is this seat taken?” he asked before pulling up the chair in front of you and sitting himself down, not even bothering to wait for an answer.

“Hi, uhh… yeah, no,” you cleared your throat. “I’m supposed to be meeting my neighbor, but I guess you could stay…”

“Oh,” Yoongi ran his fingers through his hair before taking a deep breath. “Is your neighbor a he or a she?”

Fuck? You don’t even know if Min is a he or a she, I mean… like you can distinguish someone’s gender or sexuality from a piece of paper, without hearing their voice! You glanced at your watch pretending not to hear his question. 8:04 PM, and there’s no Min yet.

“Are you okay?” Yoongi tried to catch your attention again. “You look worried.”

“I’m fine… I just…” you sighed. “We’re supposed to meet up at 8 and they’re nearly 5 minutes late. I don’t even have their number, so I’m not…” you trailed off.

“Do you want to order something though?”

“No, Yoongi. I’m fine…” you glanced at your watch again. 8:06. You hate this. You hate waiting. Time is very important to you. You hate people who lag behind. You do know being late is sometimes inevitable too, but you need to have at least a heads up. But how could Min give you a heads up when he doesn’t even know your number? Whatever. It still irks you. Especially when you have to sit there and be polite with your coworker even though your mind is elsewhere. 8:08. That’s it. “Hey Yoongi, I’m really sorry, but I have to go.”

You stood up, shrugged your overcoat on and swung your purse over your shoulder, before smiling apologetically at Yoongi. “I don’t think my neighbor can still make it tonight.”

Panic rose in his chest as he watched you walk away in big strides over to the door. He was quick to stand up and follow you until you both reached the door, “Yn, wait!” He gently grabbed you by the elbow but quickly let go when you spun around with questioning eyes. Yoongi felt the other people staring so he pushed the door open and led you both outside.

“Something wrong?” you stopped walking once you’re outside, eyes searching his face for answers.

“Yn,” Yoongi shut his eyes momentarily as if to brace himself, before opening them up again to meet yours. “It’s me, Yn…” You tilted your head to the side, looking up at him with furrowed eyebrows, confusion written all over your face. “It’s me. I’m your neighbor. I… literally gave you my last name.”

You pulled your overcoat tighter around your body and nodded, without saying anything. You looked around you, to the cars passing by, to the shops lining the area, your eyes even landed on the tall and mighty Black Swan Hotel. You looked at everything around you except for the man that stood right in front of you. You ran your hands up and down your arms, but not really to warm yourself up from the cold, but to calm yourself down because any moment now, you’d be swinging a mad hook straight into this motherf–

“Yn, please say something.” Yoongi pleaded softly.

“Say something?” You chuckled… and then you broke into a full-blown laughter, bending over on your stomach. For bystanders and passersby, it would appear as if Yoongi cracked a hilarious joke. “Okay, hang on…” you pressed the side of your hand beneath your waterline, to wipe away the tears. “Before I say something, I just want to know who am I speaking with right now?”

“Excuse me?” Yoongi’s expression is a mixture of frustration and confusion.

“Yeah, you heard me right.” you rested your hands on your hips. “You seem to have multiple personalities, yeah? Let’s see… so we have the mysterious Black Swan heir Yoongi, the backpacker Yoongi, the music producer Yoongi, the chef Yoongi… and now, you’re my neighbor?” You heaved a sigh, trying to collect yourself. “Now you’re telling me that you’re Min! You’re my neighbor Min, who plays the piano with me, who leaves sticky notes on my door in the morning or in the evening, but the same fucking person who gives me,” your voice started to waver, “A FUCKING” you jabbed a finger on his chest, “HARD” another jab, “TIME” and another, “AT WORK!”

“Yn, I’m sorry.” Yoongi reached out for your hand.

“Don’t touch me,” you pulled back. “All this time, all of you are fucking with me,” you covered your mouth with your hand, trying not to choke out a sob. “What did I ever do to all of you?” your tears started to fall one after the other.

“Nooo, hey…” Yoongi attempted to touch your arms and this time you did not pull back. “It was all me. My brother and Nari had nothing to do with this,” he tried to assure you. “Jungkook doesn’t even know I live in the same building. Jimin–”

“Jimin?” you shot your head up in surprise when you heard your brother’s name. “How… I…”

“Yeah, I used to work with him. Jimin doesn’t know about me being your neighbor either,” Yoongi explained. “I bailed out on him when he came down to visit because I saw him walking into the apartment with you and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out you’re his sister.”

“Is this still part of the I-don’t-want-people-to-get-intimidated-by-me scheme you’re trying to pull?” You challenged him. “Because if it is, you better hold on to this lamp post, Min Yoongi. Your big blown up egoistic head could launch you up to the sky like a hot air balloon at any moment, I’m telling you.”

“No, Yn… It’s more of an I-don’t-know-how-to-tell-you-because-you-already-hate-me-at-work kind of thing.”

“Good! Because now, I kinda hate you both at work and outside of work!” You started walking back to your apartment complex, with Yoongi slowly trailing behind you.

“I’ll move out, okay?” Yoongi tried to keep up with your pace. “I’ll move out if that would make you feel comfortable.”

“That would be amazing, thank you for being so considerate,” you spat back.

“Yn, please. Hear me out,” the pleading in his voice almost made you stop walking. “I’m serious when I told you I wanted us to start on a clean slate and on the right foot. This is why I’m telling you everything now.” Yoongi was able to catch up on you when the stop light prompted you to stop and wait by the pedestrian crossing. “No more lies.”

“You know what,” you turned to face him and he almost had to take a step back. “I’m not selfish, MINNN. I’m not just fuming about how I got played on. I am mad because everyone in the kitchen, except me, is still oblivious to the fact that you’re like, their BIG BOSS!” You flailed your arms about, trying to drive your point across. “What are you gonna do about that, huh?”

Yoongi smiled. He has seen this coming. He knew it. What you were unaware of was that he is already one step ahead, like a true businessman that he is.

#yoongi midnight’s minuet #midnight’s minuet #bts imagines #bts smau #bts ff #bts fics #bts smaus #min yoongi #yoongi x reader

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