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karmaischerryred · 4 years

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🍒 NSFW 18+

🍒 Dazai Osamu from Bungou Stray Dogs

🍒 x Fem Reader

🍒 A/N: Hello! This would be my first time posting my work here. I create fan fiction on a different website but I'm linking all my R-rated chapters or one-shots here; also for y'all to enjoy, to whoever finds this.

🍒 Background:

The story I published on the other website is a book of Fem Reader x Dazai One Shots of them doing ordinary (and sometimes not-so-ordinary) things a couple would do. It's kind of parallel to the events happening in BSD, but they're not in chronological order. Every six short stories, I'll be uploading an NSFW 18+ one, and this is the first. Reader's character is consistent all throughout the stories.

🍒 My inbox is always open for suggestions, though I can't promise fast productivity because I have classes :) Enjoy! xx

Y/n took another sip from her wine.

She grimaced as she swallowed the warm liquor, disliking the smell. Normally, she'd prefer champagne over this, but she had associated the sparkling drink with parties and celebration.

And nothing was worth celebrating about tonight.

Under the dark blue glow, Y/n sat on the couch overlooking Yokohama's city skyline. The clock reading almost forty-five minutes past midnight.

She pulled her silk robe tighter to her body. Even with the air-condition off, the breeze at an hour like this still managed to make her chilly. The alcohol was only doing so little to heat up her insides, and her uneasiness wasn't helping either.

Dazai had left her a message earlier that afternoon that he'd be home late. And that could only mean the agency had assigned him a job that so much required his ability; a job that was most likely dangerous.

Y/n trusted in his ability, and himself even without them. But she still couldn't help but worry about him at times like these. She didn't want to see him suffer terrible injuries, or at worst, actually die.

A sudden clicking from the door lock fortunately snapped her out of her building worries.

"You're awake."

Y/n placed her wine glass on the small side table, not turning to look at him. Instead, she closed her eyes and tilted her head back on top of the sofa's backrest, letting out a sigh of relief. "You know I choose to wait for you to come home."

Dazai walked towards her. "Ah, I wish you wouldn't. I would always come home to you no matter what."

She felt Dazai's arms rest on both sides near her head. Opening her eyes, she was greeted by her smiling boyfriend. His eyes glinted in reflection of the city lights right outside the big floor to ceiling windows in front of them. He looked extremely handsome under the teasing of the darkness.

How did she get so lucky?

He kissed her forehead, taking the time to inhale her scent, before making his way to lay on her lap. "Seriously, you should rest. I'll be busy often so you can't keep tiring yourself."

Y/n stroked his dark, perfect hair. "What was the task tonight?"

Dazai unconsciously drew circles on her thighs, the tip of his cold fingertips leaving goosebump on Y/n's already freezing skin. "Just had to er, capture a weretiger."

"The tiger that's been on the news?"

"That's the one."

"Why did they send you after it?"

"Him," he corrected. "The weretiger's an orphan's ability even he didn't know about. Poor boy scared everyone away at the orphanage, even himself."

Y/n let him continue. He might not proudly announce or show it, but she knew that he was growing to love his work.

The side that saves people.

He sat up and stretched. "Not even a scratch on me. Okay, Y/n? There's nothing to worry about."

She hugged him by the neck and kissed him right on his jawline, the most convenient place to land a kiss considering their height difference.

"Wait." He chuckled, standing up and pulling Y/n with him. "The job was done in a warehouse, I should probably clean up."

"All right." Y/n yawned and walked towards their bedroom. "I'll head in first while you go take a shower, you do smell like dust."

Y/n hung her robe by the door before sinking to relax on her side of the bed. She was grateful Dazai had been coming home more often recently. He'd sometimes choose to stay in the agency's dorm when there was too much work or when he felt like he was being closely observed by an enemy of some sort.

She closed her eyes, still trying to keep herself awake until Dazai joins her.

The door to the room swung open and she could hear his footsteps drawing closer. Dazai likewise found himself under the cool, white sheets and spooned Y/n, kissing her on the cheek while doing so.

"Y/n, you're hot."

"Thanks," Y/n mumbled sleepily.

He smirked. "Of course you are, but I meant your body temperature, kitten. Are you sick?"

She shook her head. "I maybe had too much to drink."

"You didn't have work to take home?"

"I drank while working until you arrived," she admitted. "It helps keep myself in check."

Dazai sighed. "How many times do I have to tell you not to brood so much."

Before Y/n could answer, she felt him lightly kiss her neck, his breath teasing the shell of her ear— her weakness.

"D- Dazai," y/n warned, doing her best to suppress a moan. "Aren't you tired from the job?"

She tried to control her breathing as she felt him go hard against her butt.

"I'm not tired," he assured, pulling her closer to him by the arm as his lips continued to plant soft kisses on her neck. "Turn around."

Y/n was sure her cheeks were flustered red by now. Good thing it was a little dark, with only the glow coming from outside the windows as their source of light. She turned to face him, now laying face to face.

He cupped her face with both hands. "You're too cute when you worry, but I'm sure you stress yourself enough at your internship."

She closed her hand around one of his and kissed it by the palm. "I don't mind. I want to wait for you."

Dazai smirked. "Then we must do something to relieve that stress, no?"

"W-Wha—? Dazai!"

In one swift movement, Dazai was on top of her, pinning her down with both hands at the side of her head.

"You're always so stubborn, Y/n." Dazai's lips hovered above hers. "But it's my turn now."

His lips pushed hard against hers, Y/n struggling to suppress a smile. Dazai rarely asked for them to do 'it' and like today, he'd usually find a way to pin the need on her benefit.

"You're playing hard to get, huh?" He kissed the area between her breasts, his hand finding its way underneath her tank top.

"Why can't you ask for this like a normal person?" Y/n moaned as he continued to play with her breasts.

He hummed in amusement, now tracing a finger from her nipple down to the hem of her pajama shorts. "Because I'm not a normal person, love."

Y/n held her breath as Dazai's fingers circled around her clit.

"So I'm going to make you ask for it." He kissed her on the forehead and pushed a finger inside her without warning.

On instinct, Y/n gasped and closed her eyes at the sensation. He was too good with his hands that even though she wasn't an ability user, she could suddenly almost understand how it would feel like to be nullified by his touch.

"No." He grabbed her gently by the jaw with his free hand, making her open her eyes. "Look at me."

"Dazai..." was all Y/n could muster through her moans as he continued to flick his finger from inside, and that's only one. She barely held his gaze as her own eyes would threaten to retreat at the back of her head.

"Yes?" He stopped abruptly.

Before she could stop herself, Y/n screamed out, "No!" And immediately avoided his gaze.

Ugh.

"You were saying something?" Dazai started again, now going for slow thrusts with the same finger. It was sliding in and out easily now that her body had given in to him, betraying her mind.

"Now that you started it," she seethed. "Please."

Even though he was still climbing back to the quicker tempo he had earlier, Y/n squeezed his free left wrist, signaling to him that she was close.

Dazai's love for control flashed over his dark orbs, he loved it even more when it involved applying it to Y/n in bed. "Please, what?"

He pushed another finger inside her, his other hand teasing Y/n's bottom lip before inserting two twin fingers into her mouth.

Y/n sucked on them to conceal her moans. She was reaching a different kind of high compared to how close she was a few seconds ago.

"F-Fuck—" Y/n struggled to talk now that her breathing has quickened, mimicking the pace of Dazai's fingers, while also still trying her best not to break their gaze.

Her body went rigid as she clenched around him, her fluids slipping past his fingers and onto the bed sheets.

Dazai took his fingers out of her mouth and covered it to muffle what was almost a scream from her, while his other hand continued to work their magic from below. His weight now slightly pinned half of her body down as she squirmed, overcoming her orgasm.

Once she was done, he retrieved his fingers and stretched them out with a smirk on his face, admiring the fluid dripping from them. "Can you talk properly now?"

Tears were forming at the corners of Y/n's eyes. She was already too sensitive down there, but she wanted more of him.

It could only get better than this.

"Please," she said with a shaky breath. "Fuck me."

"I love seeing you helpless like this." Dazai pulled out his member and stroked the tip with the wetness from his fingers. "Your wish is my command."

He grabbed a pillow and placed it underneath her butt to elevate the lower part her body, since she was smaller and shorter than he was.

They kissed again as he thrust inside, slowly but hard.

Y/n gasped into his mouth but he was quick to claim it again. His elbows resting at her sides, barely pulling out of her as he continued to stroke deeper and deeper into her insides.

She grabbed his hair as they continued to make out, fortunately stifling their moans for their neighbors not to hear. Every stroke made her eyes water up more as she reached for her second orgasm.

"Dazai," Y/n whispered in between kisses. "Faster."

He pulled away and grinned.

"Good girl." He pressed his lips on hers before rising to support his weight with his hands. "Safe word if it hurts, okay?"

Y/n nodded as he picked up the pace of his thrusts. She tried to grab at the pillow underneath her head, but Dazai reached for her hand and held on to it instead.

No sound came out of her mouth as she struggled to regain proper breathing, even though she was very near screaming her brains out. Dazai, too, was close to reaching his peak with his own moans muffled on to his shoulder.

She couldn't feel anything else with the rest of her body except for the part that's being pleasured greatly down there. She was so wet she could hear the sound liquid with every stroke, together with the sound of skin slapping against each other.

She squeezed his hand to signal him again. "Dazai, fuck!"

"Me too," he said, focused. "Fuck, I love it when you're loud."

"Cum in me."

"What?" He started to thrust rougher at the same fast-paced jolts. It was starting to hurt but it turned her on even more.

And he knew this. He brought a hand up to her clit and started rubbing them.

"It's safe today," Y/n tried to catch her breath. She was dangerously close now that Dazai had done his final trick.

Her back arched as she arrived at her second orgasm, a bit more intense than the first one. She could feel Dazai empty himself into her, his jaw clenched as he slowed down.

He collapsed into her arms, whimpering in satisfaction. "You feel so good, Y/n."

She was too breathless to speak, her legs were shaking and she was throbbing down there. Y/n was in ecstasy, but the exhaustion came crashing down quickly to her.

"I'll go get you water." Dazai stood up and took a box of tissues from the dresser to clean his member off before tucking it back inside his boxers. He then left the room.

He came back with a glass of water, and assisted Y/n to sit up.

She took the glass gratefully and began chugging down the water. She then placed the glass on the bedside table once she was done, trying to get her breathing right.

Both of them shared a smile as Dazai tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "You know I fucking love you, right?"

Y/n nodded. "And you love fucking me."

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heyyyharry · 5 years

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Chapter 7: Behind The Scenes

(from the My Girl Trilogy: Be My Only)

…in which movies and actors aren’t what they appear to be.

AU: actor!Harry, older!Harry, younger!Y/N, (4-year age gap).

Word count: 4.3k

Chapter 6: Teenagers In Love - Harry finds the perfect location for their official date.

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ANNOUNCEMENT: After this chapter, I’ll take a three-week break (this is why). I’ll still post blurbs and come back with chapter 8 preview on Thursday, August 15. Thank you so much for giving me your time and patience. I love you all.

A/N: the song Harry sings in this is Yellow by Coldplay :)

Isaac and Ruby had never been friends. They'd met through Harry and had hung out a couple of times in a big group, but that was it. After all, she'd made his best friend go through hell and back for months and was one of the reasons he and Y/N had got sucked into the same mess. There was no way he would even consider forgiving her, let alone do her a favor. But here she was, standing right outside his door and asking him to hear her out.

"It's important," she said, but of course, he was smart enough to not be fooled.

"I'm not gonna talk to Harry for you, Ruby, go home."

Quickly, she jammed her foot in the doorway to stop him from locking her out. "Do you know he's been snooping around with your girlfriend? That little girl, Y/N. I saw them kissing in her car this morning."

Isaac rolled his eyes and exhaled as he placed one hand on his hip, the other was still holding the door. "Y/N and I broke up, she can see whoever she wants," he said with a straight face. "Thank you for coming all the way here to tell me that, but I think you're wasting both of our time."

"What the hell is wrong with you?!"

"Excuse me?"

The woman scoffed as she crossed her arms. "Aren't you upset that she got with your best friend the minute you two broke up?"

The question made Isaac chuckle. "Who are you to tell me how I should feel?" He stated, his brows furrowed as he squinted his eyes. "These are my relationships and my friends, it's none of your business. So go home, Ruby. I've had a tiring day and the last thing I need is for you to make it worse."

"Are you listening to yourself?" Ruby cried out, not about to give up. "You and Harry, both of you, might have been fooled by that little girl, but I know what she is. She's a gold-digger! Because why else would she get back in touch with him after all those years? Where was she when he was a poor student struggling with four part-time jobs, huh?"

"She was home, waiting for him to come back!"

Ruby's mouth snapped shut. Fear crossed her face as he went on to snarl at her, "if you didn't have to wait seven years to finally be with the one you've loved since you were nine, then you have no right to act like you loved him the most. For all I know, you're the little girl here, Ruby."

"Wait—"

"Now leave, before I call the police and put your reputation on the line."

Just like that, he slammed the door right in her face.

"Say something, please..." Y/N heaved a sigh, one hand gripping the phone, the other was clawing at her leg. She knew this wasn't a good way to deliver big news, but the internet connection didn't allow her to video call Celine. The longer she put off this conversation, the more nervous she would become, and the last thing she wanted was for her best friend to find out about this from anyone that wasn't her.

"What do you want me to say?"

"Anything," she breathed. "Tell me I'm wrong, that I'm making a big mistake."

"I don't know that for sure."

"Then why are you angry?!"

"I'm not," Celine replied with such a calm voice that Y/N thought she was being sarcastic. However, the next thing she said was far from Y/N's expectations. "If you believe that he loves you, then so do I. I don't know Harry or your relationship as much as you do, so I respect whatever choice you already made."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

When Celine giggled, Y/N felt truly relieved. "Thank you, my love." She sighed happily. "I guarantee that this time won't be like the last."

"Good, you two better not fuck this up, at least not before my wedding."

Shit.

"You're taking him to my wedding, right?"

"Are...are you and Amala okay with that?" Y/N chuckled to hide the subtle discomfort in her voice. "I mean...you said friends and family only and Harry's not—"

"Of course we're okay with that! Amala is excited to meet him and that's not even sarcasm. She's always been a fan of his movies!" Celine sounded so thrilled that Y/N could only laugh it off. Now she felt lucky that they weren't on a video call, because she wouldn't have been able to hide her true feelings. Honestly, she didn't want to ask Harry to be her wedding date.

One, he was busy with his new movie; two, they were supposed to keep their relationship in the dark, so them showing up hand-in-hand at a wedding would be a suicide pact. But how could she turn down the invitation without making it seem like Harry was too 'big and famous' for her best friends' wedding? She needed them to support her relationship with him, and that couldn't happen if they both hated him.

"Baby, I'm home!" The voice interrupted her busy thoughts. She heard the front door open and shut and Harry walked into her bedroom, wearing the biggest grin on his face.

"Aww, is he there?" Celine asked but Y/N was already distracted by Harry joining her on the bed and tickling her neck with his soft lips.

"Uhm...Look, I gotta go now." She cleared her throat and mouthed 'no' to Harry when his hand snuck underneath her shirt to tease her nipple. "Call you later, Cece..."

"Wait, give the phone to him."

"What?" Y/N seized Harry's wrist, frozen at once.

"I need to talk to him."

Harry chuckled when he saw the look on her face. "What is it?" He asked, giving her a smile. "She asks about me?"

"She wants to talk to you."

"To me?"

Nodding, she handed him the phone. Both of them knew how Celine felt about them being together. Despite what she'd just said, Y/N believed a big part of her was still unsure, but Celine was such a good friend that she didn't want to interfere with Y/N's happiness. So it would be an understatement to say Y/N was nervous when Harry answered the phone, her heart was actually fighting to break free from her chest.

"Little Cece! I haven't seen you in so long," he spoke with an overly enthusiastic voice that made Y/N facepalm herself. Peeking through the gap of her two fingers, she tried to read his reaction, wishing she could hear what they were talking about while praying that Celine wouldn't be too hard on him.

"Yeah...oh, okay. Definitely...Yeah, you too, Cece. Have a good day. Congratulations on the engagement."

And that was it. He hung up faster than expected.

"So?" Y/N got up on her knees, gripping his shoulders in concern. But he was quick to put her phone back on the bedside table and flip her over to pin her down on the bed. She almost scolded at him for manhandling her like that, but when he left butterfly kisses down her neck, she could barely maintain her self-control.

"She told me if I broke your heart again, she would kick me in the crotch like she did when we were little," he said between kisses, smiling into her skin.

"To be fair, you broke her favorite doll, and tried to glue its neck back hoping she wouldn't find out. And she did!" Y/N shook with laughter as she held his face and turned it up so their eyes met. "I thought little Harry also broke that day."

"Oh, really?" He raised an eyebrow, moving upward so his face was right above hers and his elbows were resting beside her head on the mattress. "You were pretty vocal about how 'not little' it was so I don't think it's broken."

"Gosh, you're fucking dirty."

"And you love it when I am." His dimples appeared when she burst out laughing and pushed him right off. Harry, now lying on his back, gave Y/N a smirk as he spread both arms, so she quickly snuggled down by his side, her head resting on his chest.

"How was your day?" She asked, looking up at him as her lashes fluttered.

"It was great actually." He breathed happily and combed his fingers through his hair. "I got to do this very funny scene where..."

As he rambled on about that one scene he thought was hilarious, she found herself completely smitten. She loved it when he was in a good mood which was always contagious and now she felt elated simply because he was. Maybe this was an appropriate time to ask him to be her wedding date, since Celine apparently hadn't said anything to him yet. However, when it was finally her turn to speak, she blurted out, "I...uhm...saw Ruby this morning."

His entire body tensed up when she mentioned that name, but before she could continue with the story, he cut her off to ask if she was okay. "She didn't talk to you, did she?" He seemed frantic. "Or did she say something mean to you? Because I'll—"

"No, we didn't talk." Y/N giggled, shaking her head fast. "I saw her enter the building after you. She seemed upset, but I guessed she was only having a bad morning. Did she say something to you?"

"No." He cracked a smile. "We didn't talk either, well, only for our scenes together, because we had to."

"Did you...kiss her?" That question was barely above a whisper, but Harry heard it loud and clear. He found her bashfulness amusing and endearing at the same time, especially when she had that pouty look on her face that reminded him of when she was little.

"No." He shook his head and ran his thumb across her bottom lip. "I didn't kiss anyone today except for my baby."

Y/N snorted at the cheeky response. Her eyelids drooped as she grasped the hand on her face and intertwined their fingers to give his knuckles a kiss.

"But there's at least one kissing scene, right?" She went on, not breaking their eye contact.

The girl had thought twice before asking another question as she didn't want to sound possessive. Maybe she was a bit jealous. How could she not? He was the male lead in a romantic film, in which his ex-lover played his love interest. She had all the right reasons to be jealous. But honestly, she was more curious, as this was all new to her. It'd been three years since her first and only long-term relationship, and she was still learning every day.

"It won't mean anything," he reassured her. "It's just a movie kiss, and I've done so many of them I've lost count."

"How's it different from a real one?"

"Technically, it's not. But it doesn't feel the same, if that's what you're asking."

"Sorry if I'm being annoying," she muttered into his chest, her eyes closed but she could tell he was smiling. "I just don't know how to feel about this. I've never...had an actor boyfriend before."

"Boyfriend?"

Y/N's entire body stiffened as she realized what she'd said. Pulling away to sit up straight as he did the same, she batted her lashes and looked at him with her eyes wide and her bottom lip between her teeth.

"Nothing," she denied, but Harry wouldn't let her get away with it. He exhaled through his mouth and cupped her chin with one hand so she couldn't look away.

"You called me your boyfriend?" His soft yet heavy voice turned her face crimson at once.

"I didn't mean to, I'm sorry."

She had no idea why she'd apologized, but she was blushing like a teenage girl who'd called her crush her 'boyfriend' by accident, and that couldn't be more embarrassing. Now she could only pray that Harry would change the topic to save them both from this awkwardness. However, he pulled her back in and surprised her with a passionate kiss. Blood rushed right up to her face, and she felt warm all over her body, not only for the way he was holding her, but also because she could feel his heart pounding in sync with her own, and there was something so fulfilling about it that made her stomach clench with anticipation.

Harry pulled back to rest their foreheads together as he teased, "my girlfriend's so cute when she's shy."

That comment caught Y/N off guard. Her body went limp in his arms, and so she kept gawking at him until he couldn't help it anymore. He had to kiss her again.

When they broke apart for the second time, both were breathless and panting. She had to fight the urge of ripping off his clothes because he looked so good right now, with his plump lips wet and slightly parted and his brown hair messily beautiful.

"That was a real kiss," he murmured, grasped her hand and laid it on the left side of his chest, "because this is real. See? Only for you."

She nodded, breathing heavily in response to the way his heart was beating enthusiastically against her palm.

"Remember this, because if you ever see me kiss another girl, it's only for a movie scene and it's not real, okay?"

Y/N answered with a firm nod, pressing her lips into a small smile. She kept silence for a short moment before speaking up again, "I don't think I've ever told you this but...I saw you kiss another girl once."

"In a movie?"

"No." She shook her head. "In our treehouse."

From the way his face scrunched up, she knew he couldn't figure it out on his own, so she had to fill him in on what had happened that night. "When you kissed Kathy in our treehouse, I was there, watching from my backyard."

"Oh, baby..." His eyes squeezed shut as he sighed. "You never told me that."

"It was a long time ago." She gave him a shrug, her mouth twisted. "I was only thirteen, but I guess...I really loved you then. That heartbreak was truly awful."

"That kiss doesn't mean anything to me now," he reassured her while stroking her flushed cheek. "I could barely remember what it was like or what happened that night. With you, it's different."

"You're just trying to make me feel better." She scoffed. "There's no way you can't remember that night. You were...singing to her, playing guitar and stuff."

"Was I?"

She smacked his arm and cackled. "You were, Harry!"

"Okay, I remember it now! Got it!"

As if his reply wasn't vague enough, Harry lied back and patted the other pillow to tell her to do the same. She gave him a funny look but didn't move, so he had no choice but to reach out and grab her.

"What are you—"

"Shhh," he cut her off and flipped them both on their sides so he was now the big spoon. His arm was tightened around her waist as their fingers interlocked. "Be a good girl, I'm gonna sing to you now."

"You're joking, right?" She let out a laugh, feeling his hot breath fanning her ear as he propped his head up with the other arm.

Harry ignored her previous remark and whispered, "any request, m'lady?"

"Hmm." She tapped a finger on her lips, holding back a smile. "What song reminds you of me?"

That question sent Harry back to silence. As he took time to think, she found comfort in the rhythm of his chest rising and falling against her back, soon her body began to relax in his embrace. That was when she heard his voice at her ear, slow and silky as he sang the words of one of their favorite songs, "look at the stars, look how they shine for you, and everything you do, yeah they were all yellow..."

As her eyes fell shut and her lips spread into a smile, Y/N saw the two of them sitting in their treehouse on a hot summer day. The sound of leaves rustling in the wind turned into a soft melody as if adding to the song Harry was strumming on his guitar. He was sixteen, had just learned to play, and she was his number one and only fan. She'd heard this song on the radio the other day, and she loved it so much she'd made him learn the chords to play it just for her. She felt special knowing he had never sung to another girl before. To him, she was indeed special.

"Your skin, oh your skin and bones, turn into something beautiful. You know, you know I love you so. You know I love you so," he sang softly into her ear and paused to press a kiss to her temple.

"I do know that, thank you very much." She giggled.

"You ruined the moment, kid," Harry murmured with a tiny sigh as he dropped his head back down and hugged her close.

She felt his grip around her waist gradually loosen up, so she had to break the silence. "Don't fall asleep."

He shifted a bit as his body shook with laughter. "I'm awake, love. Still need to go take a shower first and make you a cup of tea."

Y/N was taken aback by his response but quickly caught on to what he meant. "I don't need to drink tea before bed anymore." She turned her head to give him a smile. "I haven't had nightmares in a long time."

"Oh..." His face fell in reaction to her answer.

"What?"

"Nothing, it's just..." He trailed off, a frown transformed his face. "I just realized...right now I might not know you as well as Isaac does..."

"That's not true." She laughed and poked his cheek where his dimple should be. "You know me better than anyone else."

"Really?"

"Uh-huh."

His forehead puckered as he stuck out his bottom lip. "I'm gonna love you more than anyone else too."

"Hmm, you're gonna have to compete with a lot of people for that number one spot."

"Don't underestimate me, Bambi," he playfully grumbled, resting his cheek on top of hers. "I might be bad at relationships, but I'm learning, because I love you and I'm never giving up on us again."

"Promise?" She murmured, her eyes slipping closed.

And right before she drifted away, she heard his voice whispering, "promise."

Everything was perfect for the next few days. They were happy.

Of course, they couldn't go on normal dates like any other normal couples, because they were obviously not a normal couple. That was something they had eventually come to terms with at this point. So they would only go out when it was late and only to places where he wasn't easily recognized. When they decided to stay in (which was almost every night), they would have dinner delivered to his or her place and binge-watch Netflix together while they ate. They would have sex, lots and lots of sex, hot and heavy fucking, but also sweet and passionate love-making. Y/N felt like her life was finally turning to a good page. But she was soon reminded that it wasn't, when she came home one afternoon and found an unexpected guest at her front door.

"Hello, Y/N."

Ruby threw on a smile and gave out her hand the second she saw Y/N. But the younger girl only glared at her until she felt awkward enough to slowly withdraw that hand and clutch her handbag instead.

"How do you know where I live?" Y/N finally asked.

"You'd be surprised to find out what I know," said Ruby as she gave the girl a shrug. "Anyway, I'm here because—"

"I know why you're here and I'd prefer that you leave," Y/N grumbled as she pulled out her key and stepped toward the door, but Ruby refused to let her go.

With her arms crossed and nose stuck up, she gave Y/N a once-over before asking without a clear context, "how much?"

"How much what?" Y/N scoffed, rolling her eyes. "How much time am I willing to waste on talking to you, or how much tolerance I have left before I call the police?"

"How much money do you want?"

"Excuse me?" The girl raised her voice as her eyebrows drew together.

But Ruby seemed unbothered as she fished out her phone from her bag and smiled. "I mean it, just give me a number and I'll make a call. You can have as much money as you want."

"In exchange for what?"

"For Harry."

"You've got to fucking kidding me." Y/N's jaw fell slack as she crossed her arms and laughed wryly. "You have a lot of nerves to stalk me here, and now you're asking to buy my boyfriend from me?!"

"Your boyfriend?" The actress sneered at her but she kept a neutral expression, not wanting to let this woman have the upper hand.

"Don't believe me? Go ask him yourself. Oh wait, he doesn't talk to you anymore, does he?" She smirked as Ruby's face already showed a faint sign of anger. "Go home, please. You're ten years older than me, not ten years old. Stop acting like a spoiled little child."

"I understand why you're full of rage," the blonde went on even though Y/N had pushed her aside to get to the door. "I suppose he's already told you about our sex scenes."

And this time, her words worked. Y/N turned around instantly, her eyes bulging as she had failed to keep her composure. She said nothing as she was careful not to fall into this woman's trap, but like a hungry tigress, Ruby could sense fear from miles away, and now Y/N was just a few steps from her. It was way too obvious.

"You think you've had it all figured it out. But you know nothing because you don't belong in our world."

"This is none of your concern—"

"I care about Harry, as do you," Ruby cut her off, giving her a short, mirthless smile. "So I'm gonna be honest here. This 'relationship', or whatever you call it, is built upon your little fantasy. I mean, who doesn't want to date an actor? But trust me, you won't be able to endure the price that comes along. It certainly won't feel good to watch another woman strip your man naked and touch him in a way that you think only you can. It's easy for Harry and I to tell what is real and what is scripted, but for you? Keep telling yourself it's fake, honey. It doesn't feel that way, does it?"

The irritation was clear in Y/N's expressive eyes, but the actress didn't care as she just kept going, "the worst part, however, is when the whole world finds out about you. With your appearance and this little box you call home, you'll see that I won't be the only one who thinks you're a gold-digger. And who's gonna have to deal with all this pressure directly? It's not you, is it? It's him. He's gonna take all the consequences, and the next you know, his career turns to dust, and that's on you."

Y/N felt sick in her stomach. She couldn't tell whether it was because of Ruby's pretentious demeanor or the words she was saying. All she knew was that she was infuriated. But instead of letting anger take control, she took a deep breath and spoke calmly, "are you gonna walk out of here or am I gonna have to push you down the stairs?"

"Just think about my offer." With a contemptuous smile, Ruby turned her back and then she was gone.

"I cannot believe she came to see you?! Have you told Harold?!"

"Uhm...Niall?"

"Yeah?"

Y/N stole a quick glance at Isaac, who was making tea in Niall's kitchen, before she turned back to Niall and whispered, "why is Isey here?"

"I asked him to come."

"Yeah but...why?"

Niall still didn't get it, so the girl had to explain, "I mean, I don't want him to be a part of this, especially when it's related to Harry and Ruby."

"Don't worry, Smiley. Isey is already involved."

"What?"

"Hey, Isey! Tell her about the other day!" Niall shouted just in time Isaac brought tea and scones to the living room and took a seat next to Niall on the sofa. The Irish singer was quick to grab the first cookie on the plate as soon as Isaac placed it on the table. Meanwhile, Y/N was sitting right in front of them, fidgeting awkwardly.

Isaac could see it, so he looked up and gave her a reassuring smile before he began. "Ruby came to my house a couple of nights ago to tell me about you and H."

"Oh, God..." Y/N pinched her temples, trying not to let her irritation show as she questioned, "what did you say to her?"

"Nothing much. I told her to back off." He shrugged and blew into his tea. "She seemed pretty upset when I asked her to leave and slammed the door."

"You slammed the door in her face? That's my buddy!" Niall laughed and raised his hand for a high-five but Isaac ignored him to go on.

"She's obviously not in a good mental state, but she's all words, she's not gonna do anything to you."

The girl sighed and tucked a strand behind her ears only to wrap both arms around herself again. She was lost in thoughts when she heard Niall ask, "what did she say to you exactly?"

"It doesn't matter." Y/N shook her head, her mouth twitched. She didn't want these two to get more involved, so she decided to keep the details of her conversation with Ruby to herself, for now at least.

"You need to trust Harry, he loves you," Niall reassured her as he reached out for his fourth cookie.

Isaac quickly agreed. "Yeah, I think he's done with her bullshit anyway. Don't think too much about it. Harry's birthday is coming soon, isn't it? That's what we should focus on right now."

Y/N happily nodded and heaved a sigh to shrug off all the negative thoughts, even just for temporary. Harry's birthday was next weekend, and she couldn't let Ruby's words stop her from planning the best birthday party for her boyfriend. After all, this relationship was theirs, and some words from a bitter ex shouldn't affect it in any way.

"You got this, Bambi—Shit, I mean, Smiley!" Niall tossed his head back and groaned as Y/N and Isaac dissolved into laughter.

She had to clear her throat before she spoke, "now, let's discuss Harry's birthday."

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*Crashes in with prompt ideas* Hi my Mena! Ok, here we go... I'll just suggest a character and a prompt and let you take it from there. Tony, Someone turning up in the nick of time to save the heroes in a car/plane/spacecraft/etc and asking "Need a ride?" Bucky, “We live together. You can’t blame this on anyone else.” Steve, "So violent. You want to mug and tase everybody these days." If you're needing more, just hit me up, honey! *Mwah*

Hey my dearest megmeg! Sorry it took me so long to actually post it while it was written since Easter... :’) But here it is! I went with the first prompt, and I hope you’ll like it!

Title: Showing up to save the day Collaborator: Menatiera Card number: 3109 Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24239134 Squares Filled: Natasha Romanoff Bingo - O5 - Depression Tony Stark Bingo - T1 - I'll sleep when I'm dead. Ship/Main Pairing: Gen Rating: Teen and Up Major Tags: One-Shot, Depressive Thoughts, Mission Gone Wrong, Angst with a Happy Ending Summary: Written for the prompt Someone turning up in the nick of time to save the heroes in a car/plane/spacecraft/etc and asking "Need a ride?" I got from Rebelmeg on Tumblr. :)

Showing up to save the day

Natasha had never been more grateful for Tony’s tendency to adopt children than today.

The mission had been a disaster from start to finish. The Avengers had had to react quickly, and therefore went in based on insufficient information. It was something that would probably leave any other first responder unit in a screaming match with their superiors, while it was the most common and most expected from a group of superheroes, really. And on most days, it was okay. On most days, they were quick on their feet and could handle whatever was thrown at their faces.

But there were days when the given intel wasn’t only insufficient but completely misleading. There were days when it meant going into a situation expecting a handful of ordinary goons, when in reality they went in to be pinned down by a squadron of enhanced, intelligent dinosaurs armed to the teeth under the command of the handful of not-exactly-ordinary and not-exactly-human-anymore goons.

Which was challenging, to say the least, even to superheroes, because being super and trained and hard to kill is one thing, and being this far outnumbered by competent enemies was another.

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When the reptiles had successfully managed to separate them from each other, they all kind of started to make their peace with the very likely option of not leaving the scene alive. Or at least not all of them, despite their best efforts. Natasha felt the icy feeling settle in her stomach, the ruthless truth of it run through his veins with cold certitude. She didn’t have more time than to spare a few glances to her teammates, but she had been trained to see the important details even by just that.

She saw how heavily Bucky was bleeding; the dinosaur teeth had gone through tac gear like it was cotton candy. She saw the desperation as he switched from rifle to gun to blades, as he had ran out of ammo or lost them to the enemy. (She dodged sharp fangs and shot through the jaw of the beastie.) She saw Steve, his jaw clenched and teeth gritted, partly because of determination and partly simply to not bit his tongue as he flipped, fought, punched and defended himself with the shield, growls of frustration escaping him as he got farther and farther away from the rest of his team. (A goon came close enough for her to slam her body in. Stomp on his feet. Elbow to his noise; hear the satisfactory crack of bone. Push him away, into the waiting jaw of a dinosaur.) She saw Clint, running out of arrows, refusing to move away from his spot as he defended Wanda, who had been knocked unconscious earlier. (Switch the knife from her right to her left hand and thrust into the chest of a reptile, push push push until she couldn’t further, until the warm blood of the animal coated her hand.) She saw Vision, struggling and immobilized by one of the alien devices the enemy had, his synthetic-vibranium body withstanding the dinosaurs but who knew how long would that last. (Get a moment to breath and spray the enemies in front of her with bullets, without aim, just to keep them at bay while she panted.) She saw Rhodey, out of his armor for some reason she had missed, teamed up with Sam who was forced on the ground too, but at least the pair still had their guns. (A bullet hit her chest, stopped by her gear but she still stumbled back two steps, trying to get her bearings again through the pain. A dinosaur nearly chomped her head off. She danced away, further from the others…)

So it was really looking fucking great for everyone.

Natasha wasn’t afraid of dying, hadn’t been since she had turned twelve, always accepted it as an unlikely but possible scenario. And to be completely honest, she wasn’t even displeased with this way of dying. Being eaten alive wasn’t ideal for sure, but she was practical enough to know that there were worse ones. Plus, if there were an afterlife, Clint would be able to brag about it for eternity as something pretty unique and, in his terms, badass way to go.

(She was forced on the ground, assaulted from too many directions to be able to stand up, just rolling away and away - sometimes being able to retaliate, but mostly just avoiding, rolling, dodging…)

She was a bit worried about Steve and Bucky. But hey, they’d died a few times already, they should be good for another round. As long as they went out together, because she was pretty sure they’d commit suicide to drag the other back personally anyway if one of them miraculously survived where the other didn’t.

(Finally she was on her feet and she fired, almost blindly, only paying attention to turn away from her teammates, even though she was going to run out of ammo too soon.)

The rest of the team, well. Natasha could guess, but she was pretty preoccupied with a dinosaur snarling at her face, so she didn’t. They’d figure out afterlife if they even got there.

Which, personally, Natasha doubted, but it was just her belief. Everyone was allowed to have their own delusions. (Even if they were wrong.)

The whole building started to shook around her, and through the roaring of the battle she heard thumbling, thunderous sounds of bricks collapsing, structures shattering, and she looked up, surprised and too damn deep among the enemies to feel hopeful. Even if Thor arrived just in time to save the day, there was never any insurance that all of the team would survive long enough to see him - Natasha herself was bleeding, the cuts from the dinosaur claws slashing deep into her flesh, making her slower, easier to target.

But what she saw when the roof was torn away from above them wasn't the God of Thunder.

What she saw was... a spaceship.

It was bulky, less sleek than the Guardians' ship with which she had experience. It seemed used and old, the way a thirty-years old car would look despite being loved and cared for through the decades. She didn't have time to goggle too much, having plenty enough to focus on without the appearing spaceship. The Avengers were in a bad enough situation, if the newcomer turned out to be hostile, it was all lost anyway, and she couldn't do anything against a spaceship in her condition - she ran out of ammo already, not to mention the exhaustion of the blood loss and the fight.

The spaceship, hovering above them, opened fire.

Dinosaurs and goons fell like they were skittles, the hail of bullets avoiding the Avengers carefully.

The spaceship turned in the air, almost like making a dramatic pirouette, and the head of it tipped down, revealing the pilot.

Natasha had never been more grateful to see an alien.

Nebula was holding a sippy cup in one hand, nibbling at it absent-mindedly as she piloted the ship.

Natasha sliced through the garters of a reptile and grinned up. Nebula parted the cup from her lips long enough to smile back, then continued to nibble on it.

Natasha's smile faltered, partly because a goon got close enough to nearly hit her face with his gunstock, and partly because someone joined Nebula on the cockpit, and of course Tony had to be there.

She was happy to see Tony, always. She wasn't happy to see him out of bed against doctors’ orders. But honestly, what else did she expect.

There was no music, no AC/DC filling the air like the first time Tony had shown up for the very first Avengers mission, joining the fight against Loki. Maybe Tony grew out of some of his antics; maybe he just got older and more tired to waste it without good reason. But he was still dramatic enough to switch on a loudspeaker. "Need a ride, team?" he asked.

The resulting growls, thankfully, were lost to the noise of the spaceship landing. On top of some of the dinosaurs. No one particularly minded that bit.

One by one, the Avengers fought their way to the opening hatch. Natasha helped Clint dragging Wanda, while Sam and Rhodey carried Vision and the supersoldier duo covered their hasty exit with punching or stabbing anything that came close enough to punch or stab it.

They all but collapsed on the floor once the ramp was up and they felt the ship rising to the air.

Natasha heard part of the conversation happening in the cockpit. "These are bad guys by Terran standards, right?" Nebula asked.

"Absolutely," Tony confirmed, voice audibly proud, and also audibly shaky. He probably wasn't as good to go as he tried to convince himself.

"Okay then," Nebula said.

The next moment, there was an explosion huge enough that it shook the ship in the air, throwing everyone off-balance who tried to be on their feet. Natasha was wiser than that to begin with, still sprawled out on the dirty iron lattice. Every inch of her body hurt. Adrenaline had kept the sensations at bay, but even hormones could do miracles only for so long. She was very grateful to just lay on the floor, happy to be still breathing, and getting acclimatized to the fact that she missed her meeting with death yet again.

Thanks to the amazing team. The team that included Tony Stark, Iron Man, the best defender of planet Earth, and foster dad of many deadly being. Including, but not limited to Nebula.

Half-deaf from the explosion, Natasha wondered if they should make Nebula an Avenger in the eyes of the world, too. She always showed up if Iron Man got involved, anyway - they might as well make it official.

Once the ringing of their ears dissipated, Tony sighed, loud and exasperated.

"Neb, Mean and Angsty Blue Princess, dearest of the aliens, when I say bad guys, I mean you should turn them to the authorities, not to blow them up, remember?"

"Ooops," Nebula said, tone as flat as possible. "I'll keep that in mind next time."

Natasha rolled to her back and couldn't help a smile as he listened to the team roustling and groaning and complaining around her.

Nebula didn't blow up the facility because she forgot the rules of Earth. She did it because the people in there had hurt the Avengers. She had chosen Tony as his family, and with Tony came a bunch of other superheroes, and as much as Nebula tried to keep up appearances, she had grown fond of them. All of them. Natasha knew, because she'd been there once where Nebula was now, too attached to not care but too scared to show it openly. Yet.

She'd come around, Natasha was sure of that.

And until then, here she was, saving them all.

Natasha knew there were a lot to come. They'd have to thank Neb and Tony. They'd have to ask them where did they acquire a spaceship. (Or more like, where the hell had been Tony and Nebula secretly building it, since it was clearly a shared project between the pair.) They'd have to deal with the fallout of this mission gone wrong. They'd have to justify the extreme measure of violence to authorities. They'd have to figure out how did this facility got weaponized dinosaurs, which wouldn't be easy with the evidence blown up to kingdom come. They'd have to sit down with Nebula yet again, pretending they didn't all know why had she done what she'd done. And they'd have to chew another one on Tony for not staying in bed when he had been on the brink of death only a few days ago.

But all of that could wait.

At these moments, she just wanted to sleep, preferably for a whole week, surrounded by her family.

So she did.

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