#i can see this idea so clearly in my head

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— angel eyes | l.sm

⋆ summary; though seokmin and you are focused on building a good relationship, you both forget an integral part of it. sex. or, in which you both have sex after being together for one year.

⋆ pairings; seokmin x fem! reader ⋆ genre; smut, angst (a teeny bit), fluff, established relationship ⋆ w.c; 3.7k+ ⋆ warnings; soonyoung slander, they're both horny and didn't have sex for no reason, seokmin is a loveable idiot, insecurities, oral (m. & f. receiving), unprotected sex (she's on pills), creampie, he's shy and adorable, mentions of food. ⋆ a/n; ty to the anon that came up with this idea. man, i love writing this guy.

Seokmin takes a deep breath for the nth time and rolls down the windows. He sighs, unbuttoning his shirt a bit to rid the hotness in the car. His hand moves to turn up the air cooler, but he stops halfway, eyes falling on your figure. You’re curled up in the passenger seat, pulling his coat tighter around you. 

A soft smile graces his features as he shifts focus to the road again. The events of the night slip away from his mind easily as you replace them. Seokmin has never felt happier than with you. It’s easier to breathe around you, easy to be himself around you, easy to feel loved and love you back. Everything has been so easy, and he feels content with the relationship. 

In fact, Seokmin even planned on going on one knee just 3 months into the relationship. He couldn’t help it. Everything flew naturally with you. And just like that, certain things didn’t even occur to him. Too focused on being in love, you both completely forgot about an integral part of a relationship. Sex.

The hard thing (no pun intended) is this had only been brought out to the limelight when one of his friends, Soonyoung, joked about it, unknowingly after your first anniversary. “Oh? Have you both even done it?” 

Soonyoung did not expect the absolute silence that followed, which affirmed his statement. The air felt too thick for him, and he could hear his heart thrumming in his ear. The awkwardness quickly dissolved when Mingyu made a mess, and everyone jumped to bully him. Since then, it lingered in his mind like a ghost, and his cheeks burnt up coyly.

He wasn’t embarrassed, per se, but shy. He was never embarrassed about the relationship at any point. Always proud that you both were taking things slow and smooth, earning comments of marriage from others frequently. 

And it's not like Seokmin shied away from the topic of sex either. He is a gentleman, not an idiot. And a bit shy. 

Hence, exactly why he couldn’t bring himself to meet your eyes the rest of the night. Soonyoungs joke shed a different light on you, and he found himself catching the details he usually missed.  Your cleavage that was slightly exposed when you bent forward, the curve of your ass when he placed his hand on your waist, the softness of your hips, and your soft, pretty lips, he found himself thinking about for the rest of the night. 

But you were seemingly unaffected by any of it. You were your usual self, and when he shied away from your eyes, you simply pinched his cheeks and kissed the corner of his lips to silently say, “it’s ok.” 

The kiss lingers on his skin warmly. He lifts his hand to caress your cheeks and smiles when you lean into his touch. But that smile drops when the strap of your dress falls, exposing your cleavage. With your curled-up position facing him, he can see it clearly.

Seokmin shifts his gaze back to the road, sporting a blush and a raging boner.

From then on, he had tried to initiate sex more often. Keyword; tried. 

He stopped by a convenience store to buy some condoms but ended up completely off the track and bought some of his childhood snacks.

“Honey, I’m home!” He announces, making his way to you with a big smile. You greet him back, “Hi baby,”

“You won’t believe what I found!” He exclaims, showing off the goods he bought, and you tilt your head, squinting at the plastic bags of snacks. “My childhood snacks! I actually went to buy-” Oh, right. He went to buy condoms. 

“Mhm, what did you want to buy?” you ask, fully focusing on him with a small smile. 

“I—well, uh.. I forgot.” He stutters under your gaze, and you chuckle, finding him adorable. Pressing a kiss to his lips, you take some of the snacks from his. “Come on, let’s store them.” 

“Huh? Ye—yeah.” 

...

At least he’s trying. 

He even googles up stuff! Countless articles pop up, and Seokmin is surprised to find that multiple people actually resonated with his problem. But it also worries him, and his heart sinks reading said articles��— In a sexless relationship? Instant red flag! — Sexual incompatibility and its effects on long-term relationships — 6 ways to find out that your partner hates yo-

He slams the laptop shut and buried his face in his hands. Trying to ignore the lump in his throat, he rubs his face over and over again. Tears prick his waterline, and he can’t bite back the sob that rakes from his chest. What if you do hate him? 

The insecurity gnaws at his heart, and he feels disgusted with himself. Seokmin hugs the pillow for some comfort and falls asleep within minutes. 

God damn Soonyoung.

You groan out loudly, removing your hands from between your thighs and catching your breath. Ever since he brought it up, you found yourself like this often. Naked, horny, and sopping wet. You sigh heavily and turn around your bed, caressing his side of the bed. 

Your boyfriend is fucking hot. He’s the most gorgeous man you know. Call it an exaggeration, but it is true. He’s a piece of art. And you? Well, you’re a woman. 

A woman who has fallen head over heels for him. 

Getting to know him through the first months of your relationship, you came to know about his gentle nature, and as others say, he’s god-sent, something you can’t deny. He’s got it all. Personality, looks, a rare kind of optimism, and certainly a good dick. (yes. You were going through an album he shared with you, consisting of old pictures from college and school, and interestingly enough, there was a mirror selfie of his naked self, sporting a boner.) 

And being honest, Seokmin is quite naïve at times, and any horny feelings were unintentionally locked up in favor of taking things slow. You didn’t want to mess up things, and you see a future with him, leading to subconsciously pushing away intimate moments. 

That is until Soonyoung opened the floodgates.

You groan again. Just because Soonyoungs words elicited a positive response from you doesn’t mean the same for Seokmin. He couldn’t even look at you after that, and with much of your efforts, you brought the relationship back to normal. But things are going south again, with him seemingly avoiding you. It is hard to do so when you are actively living with someone, but he is pent-up at work lately. 

With another curse, you sit up, determined to set things straight, Not by talking, but by some other means. 

He’s always stressed and tense from work, and what better stress-buster there is than sex? Checking the time, you smirk. There’s more than enough time to make extra preparations as well.

...

You’re lying on the bed again with a giddy feeling as you anxiously wait for your boyfriend to return him. You bite your lip, resisting the urge to check yourself in the mirror again. You bathed, sprayed his favorite perfume, and applied a bit of gloss, wanting to keep it natural. You’re wearing sexy white lingerie, not too provocative and not too boring, it was perfect. And since you didn’t want to give your boyfriend a heart attack, you wore one of his t-shirts, covering the lingerie. 

The sound of the front door opening has you sitting up in a frantic and your heart races when you hear his usual “Honey, I’m home!” you take deep breaths to ease your nerves and go outside to greet him. His back is turned to you as he removes his shoes and places them on the rack at the entrance. You hug his back, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your face into his upper back. 

“Missed you,” you pout. You missed him so fucking much. Seokmin was taking mental escapes, and it really hurt to not see his usual happy-go-lucky self. 

He freezes under your touch, and you sigh. He turns in your embrace and smiles sweetly at you, murmuring a soft, “missed you too.” Before slotting his lips on yours. Your hands come up to hold his face and deepen the kiss. He hums against your lips, one of his hands move to your waist and the other to your face. 

He breaks the kiss, but not before another sweet peck. But you pull him in for another by grabbing his tie. He gasps when you bite his lip, giving you the perfect chance to slip in your tongue. He pulls you flush against him, fingers digging into your waist. You caress his hair and wrap your arms around his shoulder. The feeling of his tongue on yours is ecstatic, and you drown yourself in his scent.

You walk backward, slowly leading him to the bedroom. You gasp when he lifts you, and you wrap your legs around his waist, holding onto him. He gasps for breath and walks into the bedroom. Seokmin knows where this is leading, but he hasn’t processed any of what is happening now. 

He’s drunk on your scent, and the way you look at him makes him oblige to you, like a man lured by a siren. You don’t cease your kisses but reduce them to pecks and slowly move from his lips to his neck. He grunts lowly, feeling you sucking and nibbling on his sensitive skin. 

He sets you down on the bed, quickly moving to undo his tie, but you pull him down to the bed and straddle his hips. You bite back a moan, feeling his hard cock graze your thigh and continue your attack on his neck. He tilts his neck, giving you space, and rests his hands on your bare thighs, slowly moving them under the tee to your—oh.

The reality of what is happening dawns upon him as his fingers graze the lazy material of your panties. Seokmin gently pulls you away, gripping your shoulders as he looks at you with a bewildered look. 

“Shit. Do—do you not want this?” he watches your face morph through multiple emotions, and he notices the tears forming. 

“Wait, no. No! that’s not—wait. Please?” You nod, waiting for him. 

But Seokmin cannot form a word for the life of him, and he panics, uttering continuous ‘I’s and ‘uhm’s. He gives up, sighing and catching your eyes on him. Fuck. His cock twitches in his pants, and he can’t help the nasty thoughts that form in his mind. 

“Just,” he breathes in, closing his eyes before finding yours again. “Fuck me, please.”

You close the gap between you two, kissing his lips tenderly. Gently pushing him back, you make him lay on the mattress without breaking the kiss. You sigh against his lips, resting your forehead on his and silently searching for reassurance in his eyes. That reassurance comes with him pushing your hips down to his. 

You sit up, smiling prettily at him before removing his t-shirt. His eyes widen, and his mouth falls agape as he sits up to have a better look. You wore this for him? He rests his hand on your thighs, fixating his eyes on your breasts. You giggle, “you like it?” he nods wordlessly before switching positions. 

Seokmin looks down at your figure, “So pretty.” He whispers before kissing your neck, licking the skin, and nibbling on it. He kisses further and further down till he reaches the valley of your breasts. He looks up at you, catching your eager eyes and shit. The newfound confidence fades away, and his cheeks burn up. 

To add to his shyness, you lift yourself up, undoing the bra and flinging it into some corner. You guide his hands to your breasts, and your nipples harden immediately under his touch. You moan, pushing your chest out, encouraging him to do whatever he fucking wants. 

But you did not expect him to right away wrap his lips on your pebbled nipples as his hand toys with the other. You whimper and moan, turning putty in his hands. His tongue circles around your nipple before he sucks on it. Your panty sticks to your core like a second skin, and you feel more arousal drip through the material. 

He switches to the other one, sucking so diligently on it. Before he could go further below, you stop him. “Wait. I want to see you too.” You whisper breathlessly. 

You help him undress and bite your lips, soaking in his figure. Watching as he slips off his pants, you feel yourself grow hotter. Seokmin looks like what you could only describe as a walking wet dream. Your eyes dart all over his figure. Wide shoulders and strong biceps complemented by a firm chest and a toned abdomen. And, thick thighs complementing his—oh, god. 

Your eyes widen, and your mouth waters as you see the outline of his cock. He’s thick and big. Enough to pleasure you and not enough to hurt. So, in total, it’s perfect. You just want him to bruise your insides and-

Seokmin holds your chin, gently tilting your head up to make you look at him. You look at him through your eyelashes and pout lightly at him while arching your back and closing your arms to push your breasts together.

His cock twitches, leaking pearls of precum that stained his boxers. His chest fills with confidence at the way you are reacting to him. Even he cannot comprehend what he's doing. Your effect on him is that powerful. 

He takes you by surprise and kneels on the floor. It's his turn to look at you through his lashes, big brown eyes staring at you with need. You lick your lips, watching him as he pulls you to the edge and spreads your legs. He kisses your heat through the lacy material and licks at the patch formed by your arousal. His nose presses against your clit, and you gasp, feeling all the bones in your body weaken as he has his way with you. 

Pulling away, he slides his fingers under the hem of your panties and peels it off you, leaving you bare. It joins the pile of clothes, and he dives right in, licking and kissing your folds. “Fuck!” you arch your back and push your cunt onto his face. His nose directly presses against your clit, and you moan as he basically fucking makes out with your cunt. 

You close your legs around his head and tangle your fingers with his locks, pushing him further. He sucks on the little bundle of nerves, then circles his tongue around it with occasional kitten licks. You tug at his hair harshly, and your moans fill the room along with wet sounds as he eats you out. Feeling the orgasm inching closer, you force his mouth off you. 

“Need you,” you whimper, grabbing his face and kissing him. He moans into your mouth as you roughly push your tongue past his lips, tasting yourself on him. His cock twitches with need when you rake your nails down his nape and shoulders. Seokmin grows hotter, thinking about your hands pumping his cock as you suck on his tip. 

You pull away to get down on your knees and hook your finger under the hem of his boxers as he stands up. You pull it down, gawking at his hard, twitching cock, and take him in your hands. His cock rests heavy in your hands, and you couldn’t care less about the cold floor biting your knees. You give the tip an experimental lick, tasting his precum while batting your eyelashes up at him. 

You grin, satisfied when he throws his head back, groaning at a small lick. Without warning, you take half of his length in your mouth, eyes rolling back at the feeling of it resting heavily on your tongue. He tangles his fingers in your hair, looking down at you while he moans a string of curses. Wrapping your fingers around his base, you pump his length and swirl your tongue around his tip. 

You bounce your head up and down his cock, getting used to his girth. You pull away momentarily, and a string of saliva connects your lips to his tip. Licking your lips, you maintain eye contact with him and wrap your lips around his length once again. But this time, you take his full length in your mouth, gagging and enjoying how he fills you up. You hold his thighs for support, sliding his cock out fully before taking him again. 

You do this a couple of times and feel him twitching in your mouth. Seokmin pulls your mouth off his cock, biting his lips in vain to prevent moaning at the erotic sight before him. You know how to put that mouth to use. A few more seconds and he would’ve cummed down your throat. 

With a huff, he pulls you up and backs you to the bed. You lay on the soft sheet, letting him take control. You gasp when he teases his tip on your folds, coating it in your arousal, and he moans, feeling your warmth and wetness. His tip nears your entrance, stretching past your folds, and then—

“Shit. Condoms,” he curses, eyes snapping towards yours in worry. You chuckle, finding your dumbfounded boyfriend adorable. “I’m on pills. Don’t worry.”  

His eyebrows crease, “Since when?”

“Since that dinner. Couldn’t stop thinking about you and your cock.” 

A light blush settles on his cheek, and he smiles at you, shaking his head. He pushes his hair back to calm himself down, and you sigh, finding him hot. There he sits on his knees, between your legs, and a coat of sweat glistens on his skin. He looks ethereal and hot. Yeah, you’d let him rearrange your insides. 

He chuckles, finding your lusty eyes ogling him. “You’re making me shy!” 

And you hook your arms under your knees, pulling your legs to your chest. You bite your lips with a sultry look on your face, and he groans, watching your pussy glisten under the light. He readjusts himself, feeling your folds with his tip again. 

You gasp and moan as his length fills you up, stretching your walls. You haven’t had sex in over a year, and you’re feeling the effects now. Tears well up, and you close your eyes, attempting to adjust to his length. Seokmin leans down, kissing your tears away, and you open your eyes, finding his chocolate eyes staring at you with love and lust.

“Shit. Is it too much? I can pull out, baby.” He softly says, voice laced with concern. You shake your head, whispering a ‘no.’ You lift your head up, slotting your lips against his.

You hook your hands around his nape, deepening the kiss. He holds your waist as you wrap your legs around his hips, holding still till you adjust. Your gummy walls grip his length tightly, making his head spin. After a few moments, you pull away from the kiss, taking a deep breath and nodding at him. 

Seokmin pulls out slowly, leaving only his tip in before slowly sinking back. You both moan in unison when he fills up again. He does this a few times before settling into a comfortable and pleasurable pace. You moan with each snap of his hips towards yours, eyes rolling back in pleasure. His cock kisses your walls in all the right places.

His moans mix with yours in the bedroom, along with the sounds of your hips meeting. Your cunt squeezes his cock, and the wetness allows him to easily slide his cock in and out of you. The feeling of your arousal coating his cock is sinful, and your naked skin on his makes warmth pool in his chest. 

He catches your lips in a sensual kiss, slowing down his pace. His tongue slides against yours easily, wandering your mouth. Your arousal drips down, sticking to his balls with each thrust. You bite his lower lip, making him whine into your mouth, and fasten his pace a bit. You slide your hand between your bodies to stimulate your clit, but he beats you to it.

Long, slender fingers rub at your clit, drawing in your orgasm. You buck your hips up, desperately meeting his cock and fingers. Seokmin moans when you clench his cock, speeding up his climax. You whine, feeling the familiar knot in your stomach, and he feels his cock twitch as well. His pace stutters, turning erratic as he kisses you messily. 

With a moan of his name, you cum on his cock and hold onto him for dear life. He follows suit, hips stuttering to a halt as ribbons of cum paint your walls. He rests his forehead on yours, trying to catch his breath. You sigh in bliss, his warm cum filling you up to the brim. 

He pulls out, falling to your side and instantly pulling you into a cuddle. His cum oozes out, and it should feel dirty, but it doesn’t. Instead, it feels like home, warm and cozy, with his cum filling up your cunt. 

“I love you,” he whispers into your ear, and you giggle, feeling his breath tickle you. You can’t see him, but you feel his smile. “I love you too, baby.” And you giggle again when he kisses your neck, accidentally tickling you again.

His strong hands wrap around you comfortingly. And a serene silence envelops you both. Only for a while, though, “should I order pizzas?” 

You heartily laugh, slapping his chest lightly, and peck his cheeks. He adorably grins at you, pulling you closer. You rest your head on his chest, hugging him with a lazy smile. 

“Was that ok?” he voices out.

“Hmm, the pizza?” 

His chest reverberates as he chuckles, “No—I mean yes. That’s also there but…” 

“Was the … sex good?” he finishes, and you look up, meeting his curious eyes tinged with insecurity. But you smile brightly at him, nodding, “The best I’ve ever had.” His eyes widen before he squints at you playfully. 

“Don’t lie, it was that good?”

“Yep. 10/10. Best cock in the world.”

You both laugh, and he adds, “your...” He coughs, “uhhh...” He gives up, gesturing towards your heat and nodding in acknowledgment. Your body shakes with laughter, and he hides his face shyly. You remove his hands and kiss his face, hugging him closer. Silence settles again, and you feel content in his arms before he speaks again. 

“Also, pizza ok?” 

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[megistusdiary]

omg i just read and reblogged so many of your posts and read through so much… thank you for the amazing writing 😊

with that being said, i have a request 🫣

how do you think arlecchino (or anyone else you want to write for) would react to a reader that isn’t very vocal in bed? well ofc unless they can coax sound out of her…

also are you accepting anons and if so can i be 🐙?

again tysm for the amazing pieces!!

hi omg that's such a good idea!! personally, i am very quiet, so this is something i can relate to 😁

also, of course!! always accepting new emoji anons ♡♡♡ happy to have you here. i am really happy you've been enjoying my content!

(nsfw utc)

arlecchino always treats you so well. her touches are so sweet despite her more volatile nature. you are her lover, after all. she wants to make you feel good.

which is why you have to warn her.

"i am not exactly... vocal in bed." you tell her one night, laying beneath her in only your silky nightgown. "i do not want to disappoint you-"

she hushes you with a finger to your lips, pulling you up to sit on her lap. she leans in, breath brushing over the shell of your ear. "do you not think me capable of pulling out pretty noises from you?"

your brain short circuits for a moment, lips opening, yet no sound leaves them. "i... do not mean to offend you. i just want to warn you."

she scoffs. "we will see if your 'warning' holds true, won't we?" her hand slips down to your chin, tugging you into a more heated kiss. her tongue slides right over yours, enjoying how eager you are for her touch.

true to your word, you are quiet. even when her hands wander. yet it doesn't seem to deter her, much to your relief, as she lays you down, stripping you bare for her.

her hands slide up your sides, cupping your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples. you squirm a little beneath her, only softly gasping when her lips wrap around the right bud, fingers pinching the left. her eyes flit up to yours, watching closely as you bite at your inner cheek.

she treats you tenderly, moving on to eat you out, but never does her tongue slide into you, merely staying on your clit, teasing you with precise movements until you cum for her.

yet she keeps going, pushing you into overstimulation as her fingers slide into you, rubbing your g-spot.

"arlecchino-" your voice is quiet, breathy, legs shaking on her shoulders as she crooks her fingers. your breathing picks up, softly panting as she drags you over the edge once again.

and she doesn't stop there. she continues to lap at your clit, watching your eyes tear up, hearing you suddenly begin to moan softly, fingers twitching against her head while you grip her hair tightly.

you start to whimper and whine so cutely soon enough, feeling her hum, clearly satisfied into your pussy while she wraps her lips around your poor, abused clit.

when she finally pulls away, you sigh, relaxing into the bed only for her to scoff. "you didn't honestly believe we're done, did you?" she questions, yanking you towards her, enjoying your soft squeak of surprise before sliding her cunt over yours.

and, finally, you loudly cry out her name. her head falls back, sliding her clit over yours as your hands feebly grasp onto anything they can, tears threatening to fall while you let out constant whines.

"good. very good." her lips quirk up, eyes narrowing as she continues her movements, quite eager to draw more pretty sounds out of you just to prove you wrong ♡

[onakomiyaki]

HEY, THAT WAS NOT A BAD IDEA! | op81 x reader

summary : you and oscar trying to sneak up to daniel's farm after he invited both of you to his house in perth. and something happen when you least expected.

pairing : reader x oscar piastri

a/n : this is originally mick schumacher x reader fanfic, but i figure oscar made more sense since he is from australia so yeah :D. also, my first oscar fic i ever made!

"Y/N this is a bad idea! C'mon lets go back before someone find us." Oscar said while hoisting your feet as you climb over the fence with a grunt.

"Hold up–we'll be fine! I'll open the gate once I jump over this stupid gate."

"Y/N it is locked from the inside for a reason!"

"Boo, you such a chicken." you said as you finally sat on top of the gate.

You jumped down with a small yelp, thankfully still in once piece before walking towards the gate door. Oscar watch in silence as he scan the parameter, afraid that someone will find you here.

You open the gate with ease, thankful that the gate is not locked by lock. Oscar carefully follow you, not forgetting to lock the door back.

"I know we should've steal Daniel's dirtbike as well." you said, determined to explore the area.

"We definitely should NOT do this or that." Oscar said, walking ahead of you before turning his body to face you.

"Why not?"

"Because–Y/N, because we are a guest. Guest should just stay put." Oscar said, stopping you by holding both of your shoulder. He tried to be the voice of reason.

You rolled your eyes at the Oscar, patting his chest before walk pass him. He let out a exaggerated sigh then harshly wipe his face before turning his body as he follow you.

You let out your phone as you took few pictures of Daniel's massive farm, smiling as you trail the path happily. While Oscar turn into grumpy father, following you and watching over you so that you didn't do anything more reckless than this.

"Daniel will notice us missing from his house by now" he said, taking his phone out as well.

"Ah, he won't. You see how busy that man is with his new wine development and his new merch release." you answer, dismissing the Aussie.

Well what you said its true, the older man is quite busy even in his break. While he had invited you both to his house for a dinner, he apologize for leaving you both behind to finish his meeting with his team.

"You guys can look around the house!" He said.

And you being a good friend, went and did that. Well, technically you and Oscar are looking around his farm which is also part of his house, right?

"Y/N the sun is almost down, we really should get back now." Oscar look at his phone with concern while you happily skip away.

"C'mon what could possibly went wrong– AHHH!"

You let out a scream as you fall ungracefully to the ground. Oscar had call your name before running to you, immediately kneeling beside you.

"Y/N are you okay?" he said as he sat you down.

You wince as you sat down, one of your leg is clearly trapped in a small hole. And when Oscar help you out by pulling your leg, you scream in agony making the poor boy drop your leg immediately.

"I think I sprained my ankle." You said, tears starting to collect in your eyes.

Oscar calmly stand up and search around for something to help elevate your leg. He found a small log and he prop your hurting ankle on top of it carefully.

You let out a sigh as you put both of your hands on your side to support your body, silently watching as Oscar untying your shoes.

"See, I knew this would happen." Oscar grumbled as he manage to take off your shoes. You let out a laugh.

"I didn't see the small burrow. I feel bad for whatever animal made that burrow, I just destroy their house." you pout.

Oscar finally look up to your face, mouth open in disbelief. He then shake his head as he sat beside you.

"You're hurt and you still care about animals. I really want to know what's going on inside your little head." Oscar said.

"I can't help it! I just love animals, okay? Blame Steve Irwin for that, I grew up watching him. Rest in peace king." you answer as you send the sky a kiss and a peace sign.

Oscar let out a scoff as he lay down on his back, using both his arms as a pillow. He close his eyes, facing the sky. He hear a rustling, before feeling your arm touch his elbow. Oscar cracked an eye to watch you mirroring him.

"Now what?" He asked, voice dejected.

"We call Daniel." You simply answer as if its not a big deal.

"You call him then!" He nudge your elbow with his.

"Fine..." you said as you let out your phone from your pocket.

Oscar once again close his eyes, enjoying the breeze while you fumble with your phone. But the peace doesn't last long. He heard you tapping your phone aggressively before let out trains of cursed words in Italian.

"How is it?" Oscar asked.

"Stupid phone got no signal. Try yours." you grumble as you put the phone down.

Oscar sigh as he fished out his phone from his pocket. He quickly type Daniel on his contact and press the green button. After a few minutes the call didn't even connect and he just shake his head.

"Oh okay, we're just gonna die in here then." you said.

"Told ya' it was a bad idea." Oscar said.

"Okay, shut up Osc."

The sky slowly turn into an orange hue, and you start to get restless. You picked up some grass beneath you and play with it. Oscar had just left, looking for some help while you wait patiently.

You look around the farm, trying to find some animal to keep you entertain. But there are not even a single animal on sight, adding more disappointment in your short-lived adventure.

"Okay there's only bad news." Oscar said as he run towards you and you sigh again.

"Oh c'mon! What is it?"

"We are actually far from the track."

"What?"

"Okay, we are lost. I can't find the path back to the gate."

And you almost faint at that information. You ruffle your own hair in frustration as you let out a silent scream, this day could be worse. Oscar sat beside you once again, this time clicking his tongue. He knew Daniel own a big-ass farm but he didn't expect Daniel's farm to be this big.

"This place is basically a sanctuary." he said.

"Yeah, now I regret not listening to you."

"See Y/N, you should listen to me. I am the good angel on your shoulder." Oscar said with proud tone.

"Oh shut up Piastri." you response, looking away from him.

And then there is a silence between the two of you as you both watching the sun slowly disappear behind the horizon. Despite of the mess, this is actually nice place to watch the sunset. Hey, maybe this adventure was not bad after all.

Oscar clear his throat, making you turn your gaze to him. You raised an eyebrow at him, looking at him with confused expression.

"What's up Osc?" you asked.

"Since we're certainly will die here, I would just say this. Brace yourself okay?" he answer with serious expression.

"Okay...?"

He nervously inhaling a deep breath before softly letting the air out from his mouth. Then he stare directly at your eyes and you smile at him.

"Go on." you encourage him.

"Okay. Y/N, I've been wanting to tell you this for a long time. Ever since Daniel introduce you to me back in January 2023, when I lay my eyes on you."

"Alright." you smile at him, head titled.

"I–I like you. Like a lot. And although you drive me crazy sometimes, I still like you. Yes, you are the most stupid and reckless girl I ever met but somehow that makes me like you even more." he confess, and you wait for him to finish.

"I like the way you always ramble about how you want to be an adventurer or how cute baby meerkats are. And what I like the most about you is how stupidly brave you are."

"I like the way your eyes lit up every time you saw a wild cat and the way you stop everything you do just to give them a pat. That is adorable, I can't lie."

"Point is, I like you a lot. And you don't have to like me back, that's okay. But I feel like I have to tell this okay because I can't–"

Before he continue his rambling, you lean forward and kiss him. His eyes widened in surprise as his brain short-circuited, but after that he closed his eyes and kiss you back. He cupped your face as he deepen the kiss, tilting you head and sitting closer to you.

After a minute or so, you break the kiss staring at him silently. You can see how his cheeks turn pink under the orangey sky, and you shot him a smile.

"Took you long enough." you whisper.

"Sorry that it took us stranded in Daniel's big-ass farm to say that to you." he chuckled, and you followed.

"KIDDOS ARE YOU THERE?!" both you and Oscar perks up at the familiar voice.

He immediately stand up and shouted back. "OVER HERE DANIEL!"

Daniel and one of his friend let out a relief breath as he saw you and Oscar still in one piece. He run towards you with frown.

"Guys I told you to look around the house, not the farm!" He sternly said, standing with both hands on his hips.

"Blame her, I tried to stop her." Oscar said.

"Hey! I thought you won't snitch on me!" you protest.

"I already snitch on you after you climbed the gate. I texted Daniel but I guess he just read my message just now." He simply said and you let out a gasp.

"Traitor."

Daniel kneel down in front of you, examining your ankle. He touch your ankle slowly and you let out a sharp hiss.

"Well, I hope you learn your lesson Y/N. And also your ankle is twisted but its not that bad, we can compress it with ice pack and put some ointment to subdue the pain," Daniel said as he rose. "Now lets get you outta here. Oscar you carry her, I'm gonna help and prepare some ice for her."

"What? Why me?" Oscar whine.

"Because you are my boyfriend now, Osc. So suck it up and carry me." you said, smirking at him.

Oscar let out a groan but then carry your body bridal style. You let out a yelp as you hold onto him.

"Oscar I mean piggy back! Not this!" you said, face turning red.

"Nah this is easier, beside you are not heavy at all. So stop complaining and just sit still." he deadpanned.

Daniel grab your left shoe as he follows you and Oscar behind as his friend lead them out of the farm. He watch at how you and Oscar basically bite each other ears, but still manage to look fall in love with each other. He shake his head at the young lovers and smile.

"These kids I swear."

-fin

[kissedsuns]

lovesick, lando norris

cw: slight smut, slapping, enemies to lovers, degradation

max, lando, and you sit on the worn leather couch in the press conference room. the dim lights cast a soft glow over you all, and the room is filled with the buzz of journalists eager for answers. they fire questions at you rapidly, eager to dissect every detail of the race.

earlier, you and lando had a bad crash at turn 11, and with the tension between you two, this incident has just pushed you both to the brink.

as you sit there, cameras trained on you, you notice lando throwing dirty looks your way, and you catch yourself doing the same. anger churns inside you, and you bite the inside of your cheek, while also trying to calm down by twirling a strand of your hair around your finger.

then, a journalist asks directly, "so, lando, who do you really think was at fault with, uh, the crash at turn 11?" the room goes silent, everyone waiting for his answer. your heart races as you look at lando, who’s already got this mischievous glint in his eye.

"well, i think it's pretty clear that the blame lies with the other driver," lando begins, his gaze fixed intently on you. "i had a clean pass down the straight, and then someone swerved right into my line, cutting me off completely. i honestly have no idea what they were thinking." he shrugs, his expression hard as he shoots another pointed look, making his frustration evident without even needing to say a name.

"maybe they should have their driving license taken away," he adds with a snarky edge to his voice, and when his head snaps in your direction, you fucking lose it.

once those words left his lips, you were more than ready to throw a punch right then and there. obviously, you didn't, but the look in your eyes was enough to show it.

your anger flared even more when his lips curled into a smirk, clearly enjoying this frustrating banter.

"can i also add to this?" you urgently try to wave the journalist over, and only did you just notice that max seems to be finding the whole situation far too amusing for some press conference as he sits back with a sly grin.

"i think that if it wasn’t for a certain someones terrible driving, we could have made it through with no damage to the car." you scoff, glancing in his direction with a smirk.

"i mean, let's be honest, i’m quite happy with p2, and i guess i’ll have to be the bigger person in this situation and not make any stupid comments about a license being revoked." you then drop the mic from your mouth, shooting him another dirty glare as the journalist, along with all the others in the room, eagerly takes notes.

"oh, well, i’m just expressing my opinion, and if the other driver can't handle that, maybe they shouldn't be racing in the first place," lando says with a shrug and a self-righteous look on his face, knowing his comments are getting under your skin.

"and as far as being happy with p2, i think anyone with eyes can see that you should be happy with p2 because you clearly aren't good enough for more than that."

"oh, you little—" you couldn't take it anymore. you wanted nothing more than to punch him square in the face. but before you could say anything else, max interrupts. "alright, alright, i think that’s enough questions. thank you very much, everyone."

max quickly yanks the microphone from both your hands, ushering you off the couch and out of the conference room. you were about to protest, but it was too late. somehow, you were already outside.

max had gone off somewhere, leaving you and lando stranded in the empty hallway.

on your left was the mclaren team hub, but obviously, you didn’t want to be anywhere near anything mclaren-related.

"you’re hilarious, you know that?" you glare at him, your eyes almost twitching with rage.

"and you're a spoiled little brat, you know that?" lando shoots back without missing a beat.

he leans back against the wall, a cocky smirk on his lips, casually surveying you from head to toe. he thought you were so hot when you were mad, but for now, his focus was more on riling you up even more, something you were growing incredibly sick of.

"god, if it wasn’t for max back there," you say, taking one step closer towards him, your index finger pressing against the centre of his chest. "my fist would’ve been in between your teeth."

the tension in the room is palpable, and the look on your face is full of pure anger. yet he stands there with that stupid look on his face, as if to tell you that he didn’t care in the slightest.

he chuckles as you poke his chest with your finger, glancing down at your hand and then back up at you.

he then takes hold of your hand, preventing you from pulling away. "oh, come on, is that the best you've got?" he scoffs, leaning in closer with a smirk, and you can tell he’s having far too much fun with this whole situation.

"go on, hit me," he taunts "hit me, you little brat."

suddenly, the person in front of you didn't seem like lando norris anymore. this wasn't the frustrating, rude, and arrogant lando norris who would shove past you in the paddock, purposefully bumping your shoulder and laughing as he walked off.

this wasn't the lando norris who would send you menacing stares whenever you passed his garage, or who would roll his eyes whenever you opened your mouth to speak during a post-race interview.

whoever this was, standing in front of you with that irritating grin, certainly didn't seem like the same lando norris you were used to.

your palm strikes his cheek without even thinking twice. the silent corridor echoes with the sound of the slap, and you can see his head instantly jerk to the side, revealing the fresh, red imprint of your hand on his left cheek.

realising what you've just done, you slowly retract your hand from his face, your fingers trembling slightly. a gasp escapes your lips, and you’re quick to cover your mouth with your palm, eyes wide with shock.

"oh, shit," you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper.

"oh, did that feel good?" he asked, grabbing your chin and tilting your head up to meet his gaze. "did that make you feel like you won? because let's be real, you never win anything."

"you’re one to talk," you sneer, pulling his hand away from your chin. "you’ve been in formula one for years and still can't reach the top step," you say with disdain, your frown morphing into a shit-eating grin. "if anything, i’ve always been ahead of you. in everything."

he chuckles at your taunt and shakes his head slowly. "oh, really? you think you're ahead of me?"

then, lando’s hand slips forward, grabbing at your hip instead of your chin. he pulls you close to him, your faces now mere inches apart.

"in what? the number of mistakes you've made this season?" he retorts, a smirk playing on his lips. "because you're definitely ahead of me in that category."

you feel the urge to bite down on the inside of your mouth again, the sharp pain serving as a reminder to control your words and actions, in case you catch yourself doing or saying something you’ll regret.

"you make me sick," you spit, your voice laced with disgust.

"aw, poor thing," he mocks, while his thumb continues its gentle caress on your hip.

he observes how you almost melt at his touch, your body responding to him in ways you can't control.

with a deliberate move, his free hand glides to the nape of your neck, fingers tracing along the sensitive skin before gently pulling your face closer to his.

there’s a moment of silence, just the two of you staring at each other so intensely it's like you're communicating without words.

suddenly, almost on cue, you both lean in, and your lips meet in this forceful, aggressive kiss. like all the frustration you've been harbouring has been poured into that one moment.

in an attempt to explore every inch of your body, lando draws you in closer, pressing himself against you and nibbling harshly on your lower lip, before slipping his tongue into your mouth.

you press his body firmly against the wall with a sense of urgency. a few soft moans escape your lips, and your fingers manage to find their way into lando’s hair, gripping onto his curls and tugging gently.

your ears pick up on a faint whine that escapes his lips in response, only fueling your desire as you pull a little harder.

he follows by biting down on your bottom lip, before grabbing your ass and raising you up, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist as he spins around and pushes you against the wall.

growing more exhausted by the second, you force your swollen lips apart while your chest heaves with every breath, almost gasping for air.

with a little tremble from anticipation, you pry your hands out of lando’s curls, allowing your fingertips to trail over his shoulders.

you shiver as he presses light kisses along your jawline, enjoying the warmth of your skin before biting down gently on your neck. as he draws you in closer, his hand still firmly holding your ass, he tilts your head up to reveal more of your neck with his other hand, eager to feel every inch of your skin.

in mere seconds, your lips meet again, the kiss more sloppy and less controlled this time. like animals, you cling to each other tighter as you maneuver out of the corridor and into his team hub.

it’s a place where you aren’t particularly welcome, but right now, you couldn’t give a flying fuck.

lando stumbles his way into the lounge of the team hub, his lips refusing to leave yours.

everything else seems to fade into the background as he struggles to focus, his mind has gone foggy at the sensation of your body pressed against his.

finally reaching his private room, he gently lays you down on your back, climbing on top of you with the support of his trusty sofa the mclaren team installed for him.

no one would have anticipated lando would be using it for this particular purpose, which is making out with his rival, but hey, atleast it’s getting its money’s worth.

after a few moans and whines later, both of you eventually grew tired, your energy spent. lando and you reluctantly pulled your shaking bodies apart, slick with sweat and adorned with scratches you lacked the strength to point out.

you both lay there, catching your breath, the silence only being broken by the sound of your heavy breathing and the faint rustle of the couch beside you.

lando sits up on the couch, leaning back against it, his head spinning from what had just happened. raking a hand through his thick hair, he panted slightly, trying to calm his racing heart.

"that was.." lando let out a breath, his words trailing off as he tried to find the right word. he shook his head, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "wow."

you muster a laugh at his attempt to express himself. “didn’t think you were my type,” you tease, a playful glint in your eyes.

propping yourself up beside him, you run your finger along the outline of his abs, admiring his frustratingly flawless body. the sight of him leaves you practically drooling.

lando gives a casual shrug, his hand reaching out to pull you closer by the waist. "i’m everyone's type," he teases, a confident smirk gracing his lips. "you should've given in sooner,"

you roll your eyes and stand up from the couch. “i liked you better when you were needy,” you say with a scoff, scrambling to search for your clothes that have been tossed aside and scattered around the room.

"i was not needy," he insists, rising from the sofa as he goes to playfully nip at the skin on your neck.

you toss his mclaren shirt, and it lands on his bare chest with a soft thud. “sure you weren’t, needy norris,” you quip, a playful smirk dancing on your lips.

"oh, you're just so funny, aren’t you?" he teases back, rolling his eyes in a playful manner as he throws the shirt over his head.

once you’re both completely dressed, lando carefully opens the door and steps out of the room, waiting for you to follow suit.

"maybe next time we can do it in my driver’s room? you know, just for a change."

"sure, baby."

eventually, you two part ways, and lando decides to head down and hang out at one of the garages with a few other drivers.

as lando makes his way over to oscar, george and carlos, he becomes gradually aware of something.

it could have been the strange gestures they were doing, like thrusting the air and making absurdly high-pitched moans, or the fact that they all burst out laughing and cheering as soon as they saw lando approaching.

"holy shit, you weren't kidding," george exclaims, his eyes widening in disbelief. his smile widens when he points to the unmistakable handprint on lando’s cheek, as well as the numerous hickeys adorning his neck and collarbone.

yeah, lando had a feeling that he should’ve buttoned up his shirt before leaving the room. as for the handprint, well, you probably had it a lot worse given how many times lando had spanked and slapped you when he claimed you were ‘misbehaving’.

lando tugs at the top of his shirt, attempting to hide the hickeys. "it's not- i didn't-" he splutters, making an effort to protest but he knows deep down that there's no use.

he lets out a huff before storming off. "whatever, idiots."

it just so happened that on his way to change out of his race gear, oscar had walked right by lando’s driver's room. he did his bit before hurrying down to meet with the other drivers, doing his best to ignore the loud and disturbing noises coming from behind that door.

let’s just say that when max and daniel pulled you aside and almost begged you to explain to them why you had a bright red handprint on your face, you weren't exactly having the time of your life either.

looks like you’ll definitely have to be using your driver’s room next time.

© kissedsuns

[crguang]

each other’s destiny

As you travel with the Astral Express, you need to focus on the future ahead of you and let go of the curiosity you feel towards your past. That can’t happen if you keep running back to Kafka.

trailblazer!reader, some tiny angst, 2.4k words

A/N: if i had kafka’s number i’d send her the most unserious memes i have on my phone every 2 hours. this is kinda messily written i apologize

Guilt nags at you as you set up your phone against the pillows on your bed, making sure that you can be seen in the front facing camera.

You sit against the headboard, knees to your chest and arms resting over them. The line rings once, twice, and just when you think you’ll have to call a second time, she answers with a small smile. As always, you can only see a blank wall past her figure, nothing that alludes to where she is tonight. She’s sitting at a desk with a cheek in the palm of her hand and a yellowish light source highlighting her clean skin. Where you would feel a sense of curiosity and peace at the sight of her, like an invisible balm soothing your open wounds, a sense of guilt now lingers in your gut. You don’t know the exact moment it settled there, just that it follows you like an ominous shadow with each day spent on the Astral Express after the Xianzhou Luofu’s Stellaron crisis.

“What’s the face for?” Kafka’s raspy voice is clear through the phone, a new discomfort mixing with a deep familiarity that you still don’t fully understand.

You rest your chin on your forearm. You can’t be bothered to reciprocate her easy expression with the heaviness of your chest. You stare into the screen as you think of a way to express yourself clearly. When you take too long to answer, Kafka tilts her head in question.

“I don’t think… we should keep doing this,” you say softly.

Kafka’s small smile doesn’t waver, but something in you believes that she wasn’t expecting your reply.

“Where’s that coming from?”

It’s strange. This sluggishness in your bones, the sadness that envelops you at the idea of distancing yourself from her, shouldn’t be there. You don’t know her. You hold little recollection of who she is and who you were, there is only a thread of familiarity curled around your heart that tugs whenever she’s near. In all the ways that matter, she is nothing— a faint trace of the person you might’ve been, the lingering ghost of a past you can’t remember. You’ve chosen to only look forward the moment you stepped on the Express, where everything that guided you towards the trailblaze becomes irrelevant. You shouldn’t care for what you were because you are a Nameless living in a continuous present; the journey and who you share it with mold you, not a past you can’t seem to shake. You want to be like March, full of life and anticipation for the next adventure, instead you are haunted by her and the incomprehensible tug of your heartstrings.

Your weekly video calls started the second week of you traveling with the Astral Express. You didn’t know about the Stellaron Hunters then, what they did and why, though the latter still eludes you. You only knew the feeling in your gut when Kafka smiled, like you enjoyed the sight many times before. She revealed nothing to you but you couldn’t sense any malice in her interest, so you answered her calls each time your phone rang. You know more, now, about the Nameless and the trailblaze; about what the Stellaron Hunters are prepared to do to achieve their goals; about the galaxy you’re traveling around. You are no longer ignorant and you can’t pretend to be just to indulge the mortal urge to cling to past memories. You feel you are betraying your companions with the… fondness for her that resides deep within your cells. You can’t bear the guilt anymore.

“The Stellaron Hunters…” you pause, then correct yourself, “you don’t care about hurting others. The Luofu’s casualties could have been avoided.”

“People will always have to die for a cause. People have died to elevate ideals since the beginning of humanity. Besides, we made sure you guys saved the day, didn’t we?”

“That’s not right.”

Kafka chuckles and the condescension of it makes your lips purse. She observes you for some time, though you can’t discern what hides behind her practiced appearance.

“You’re even starting to sound like them,” she says, only a touch amused, “seems like you’re fitting in fine with the Express crew.”

“I sound like them because I’m a Nameless.”

“Right.”

She doesn’t add anything else. You let the gentle whirring of the train’s engine calm the growing frustration in your stomach. It’s unfair how Kafka gets to know who you are— were— and you don’t. You don’t enjoy the subtle ways in which she reminds you of that fact either, it makes you feel ignorant, like a toddler who knows little of the world and needs someone to hold their hand. She holds the answers to your questions and chooses to keep them close to her chest for a reason you can’t figure out. You wish you didn’t care, that you could embark on a new planet with your friends and not think about what she’s doing at the same moment. A part of you, smaller, wishes she wasn’t the first face you saw when you woke up on the space station.

“I have something to ask,” your arms wrap around your propped up shins as you speak, “answer me honestly.”

“I can’t promise you I will.”

“Why do you entertain me?”

“…Entertain you,” Kafka repeats to herself, eyes narrowing slightly in thought.

“Why reach out to me and set up these calls every week? We don’t say anything of substance during them, why waste your time with something so pointless?”

“You don’t like talking to me?”

“That’s not what I…” Your features harden when you catch her teasing smile. You ignore her attempt at redirection and continue, “Just answer me.”

Kafka shrugs a shoulder, tucking a strand of hair falling into her face back behind her ear. “I don’t find our talks pointless.”

You don’t know why her reply annoys you, maybe because it doesn’t make sense; you mostly discuss how you’re doing and the new things you’ve discovered on your journey. Kafka asks mundane questions and you answer them in the quiet of your room, softly retelling your week as she watches you grow drowsy in the process. Then you wonder about her and after a few vague half-truths, she masterfully redirects the conversation back to you. By then, you’re too tired to comment on it. Apart from helping you fall asleep when you usually would stay awake until early in the morning, your weekly calls amount to nothing. How can they hold any kind of significance for her? You know why you answer your phone. Despite it all, you can’t help the faint sense of comfort that comes with her presence and in a world of new sensations, it feels nice to have something like that to come back to even if you have no idea what it stems from. You can’t wrap your head around why she keeps calling, however. You suppose it’s not far-fetched to think she might feel the same way you do, since she’s told you about how she was the one who supposedly taught you everything you know. Still, she doesn’t seem like the type to dwell on the past.

A slow, tired sigh escapes you as you cross your legs and run a hand over your face to alleviate the fatigue of your body. Kafka watches you through the screen, her lips a thin line. You rest your elbows on your thighs and cup your cheeks, staring head at the wall filled with pictures March took of Belobog and the Luofu. You photobombed most of them so she let you take them and helped you put them up in pretty patterns with colorful string lights she had laying around in her closet.

“I’m sick of being kept in the dark,” you mutter.

“I understand. Elio makes sure I only know what I need to, and I have to do the same for you.”

“You don’t get to decide what I need or don’t need to know.”

“…Maybe not.” Kafka drums her fingers on the desk. “Your journey matters more than the past, it’s unchangeable and therefore irrelevant. Focus on where you are now and the rest will fade away.”

“So everyone keeps saying. Do I not deserve to know who I am?”

A tinge of irritation laces your words and judging by Kafka’s pause, she’s noticed.

“I don’t want the past to fade away,” you continue, straightening up in a sudden surge of passion, “I want to know. I want to know why you—”

You cut yourself off and she raises a brow.

“Why I what?”

“Doesn’t our past shape our present?” You ask instead. “How can I just go on not knowing who I was before?”

Kafka decides not to acknowledge your diversion. She shakes her head. “Your case is an exceptional one. There’s nothing for you before the Stellaron because you are an artificial body created for that purpose only.”

“So, that’s it? I’m a… a robot, and it starts there.”

“No. You are human in all the ways that matter and extraordinary in every other aspect. That’s when it starts.”

You hear the conviction in her statement. You don’t feel the relief you thought would come with the truth. You can’t put it into words but you feel almost empty, like parts of you are missing and in their place stands a shapeless void. You didn’t get to grow up, to have parents or a family, to learn how to walk, talk, read— you are alive and yet you haven’t truly lived. If people are made up of experiences, you are not a full person yet. It’s uncomfortable to think about and does nothing to alleviate the heaviness of your limbs.

There’s a bulge in your throat that doesn’t go away after you’ve swallowed twice. You stare at the marine blue sheets of your bed for some time, lost in thought. Kafka reclines on her chair, a strange expression on her face. She’s looking at her screen but her mind seems elsewhere as well. A moment passes in silence before you find the strength to speak up about something you’ve wondered since you awoke on Herta’s space station.

“If there was nothing prior to hosting the Stellaron,” you start slowly, “then where does my connection with you come from?”

“I told you on the Luofu that I was in charge of teaching you before I put the Stellaron in your body.”

“Is that why you care?”

Kafka smirks a beat too late for it to be natural. “What makes you think I care?”

“Because I care. Even if I don’t understand why.”

She stares at you through the phone and you meet her gaze without flinching. She doesn’t allow herself to be quiet for too long but you think you’ve put her in a somewhat difficult position. You doubt anything that comes out of her mouth will be truthful.

“Well,” Kafka says with a dismissive shrug, “we did spend some time together, that also explains why you remember me.”

“So we were close.”

She takes a while to reply, looking at something past her screen. Her voice is low, thoughtful, underlined with a sort of wistfulness, “Mmm… You used to follow me around like a puppy, always trailing behind me and asking all sorts of questions.”

She doesn’t seem amused as she speaks even though the words are meant to tease you. You think maybe she misses that. Kafka smiles, but it’s an empty one.

“You’ve grown since then.”

There it is again, that lump stuck in your throat, the feeling that you’re missing something important and that your lack of memories creates a glass wall between the two of you. You can’t understand the look in Kafka’s eyes and the softer edge to her features, if only for the instant she uttered these words. You don’t know why you’re sad when you initiated this goodbye or why it feels like the end of something unexpected, a period of time that belongs to her and someone else. You are unable to remember, but it’s not the case for your body; your shoulders drop and you fight the urge to rub your throat so its muscles relax a little. Somehow, you know that you will only miss her at first, on the days when everything is new and you can’t rely on the familiarity of her voice.

“…It’s late,” you manage to say, and Kafka hums in agreement, gaze never leaving yours.

There’s a sudden knock at your door, the noise making you tense and turn towards it in suspicion until a voice sounds from beyond, slightly muffled yet entirely recognizable. Himeko softly calls your name from outside your bedroom and asks if you’re still awake.

“Just a minute, Himeko!”

Your head snaps back to your phone, alert and aware that she can’t know who you’re in a call with. Kafka observes the conflict on your face with a humorless chuckle.

“Looks like you’ve got company.”

“I need to go,” you reach for the device, pausing for a few seconds as your thumb hovers over the hang up button. “I won’t be calling next week.”

“…I know. We’ll see each other again.”

You hang up with a trembling sigh. You throw the phone on your bed and stand up to answer the door, rubbing your tired eyes. Himeko stands on the other side, a teacup in hand. She’s in a long nightgown, a robe over her shoulders, and she smiles when she sees you; the kind of smile that unconsciously makes your lips mimic hers. Her pretty hair is loose and her eyes are bare of any makeup, exposing the faint crinkles at their corners. The sight of her reminds you of the journey you’re on and of the reliable companions that walk beside you. You feel better than you did a moment before.

“I know you have trouble sleeping and I saw the light coming from under the door, so I made you some tea in case you needed it,” she says, handing you the cup, and you take it with gratitude blooming inside your chest.

“Oh,” you exhale, not knowing what to say. “Thank you. Why are you still up?”

“I may have overdone it with caffeine today,” Himeko laughs quietly. “I’ll be awake for a while. We can talk until you doze off if you’d like. You’ll need all your energy for tomorrow.”

You stand there, fingers gripping the tiny cup as you stare at her. You feel seen under her casual attention and though it isn’t familiarity that washes over you, it’s a comfort nonetheless. You nod, stepping aside to let Himeko in, and the easy way in which she makes herself comfortable in the armchair near your bed makes you light.

[fangirlwriting-stories]

Shifts In Perspective

Summary: Sam holds a Phantom protest.

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“I just… I don’t understand it,” Valerie says.  “We’re enemies.  Right?  Like we actually are.  But I swear he took that hit for me.  There’s nothing else he could have been doing.”

Danny, for his part, has adopted his usual strategy when Valerie starts talking about Phantom: say as little as possible.  So instead, he just makes a small noise of acknowledgement.

“I just don’t know what to make of it, is all,” Valerie says.  “I mean, I don’t know.  Does it sound like him to you?”

Stopping you from getting hurt by one of my parents’ weapons?  Yeah, that sounds like me, Danny doesn’t say.  Instead, he adjusts the bandana that hides his hair over the sunglasses that hide his eyes and says, “I don’t know.  Not from what you’ve said of him before.”

“I know,” Valerie groans, turning so her board flies into the alleyway in between the buildings ahead.  Danny tightens his grip around her waist from behind so he doesn’t fly off.

“And he put himself in harm’s way too,” Valerie continues.  “I don’t understand it.”

“I don’t either,” Danny says.  And because he can’t help asking, “So uh, what are you gonna do about it?”

“Right now?  Nothing,” Valerie says, taking them up over the next building.  “But it was definitely weird.  I want to know more.  Maybe… maybe I’ll just pay closer attention, watch him for a little bit.”

Well, that doesn’t say anything about what he should do.  He really doesn’t want to manipulate Valerie’s feelings in regards to him, even if her no longer actively hunting him sounds nice.  But he can’t see any clear direction for ‘I’m going to watch to see what I can learn.’  Obviously he’s not going to suddenly start being nefarious.  But if he does more good deeds than usual, that’s manipulative, right?  But it’s not like he can just ignore it if people are in danger, and he can’t just stop fighting ghosts.

Honestly, there are times he wishes he hadn’t found out who Valerie is just because of the headache of trying to figure out how to act around her anymore.

“That sounds like an okay idea,” Danny says anyway, because he has to say something to that.  “Just be safe, okay?”

“Aww, are you worried about me?” Valerie asks, and Danny can hear the tease in her voice even through her mask.  “Don’t worry, Danny.  I’ll still kick some ghost butt.”

Danny smiles a little.  “I have no doubt about that.”

Valerie laughs, and flies them both down to an alleyway a little ways from the school.  Danny hops off, and after making sure no one’s around, takes off his sunglasses and bandana.

“Thanks for the ride to school,” he says.

“No problem,” Valerie says, retracting her suit into her backpack.  “Sure beats the bus, huh?”

Danny grins.  “You said it.”

They walk the rest of the route to school, holding hands until they reach the parking lot, at which point they let go.  Danny did manage to ignore his guilt at the idea long enough to tell Valerie he doesn’t want Sam and Tucker to know they’re dating.  Valerie asked no questions, which Danny appreciated.  But that means all their dates take place outside school, and inside, they act as they always have— or, as they always have since they became friends.

So as they part ways in the hallway, Valerie turns and gives him a bright smile, says “See you at lunch,” and that’s that.

Danny grabs his stuff from his locker and starts heading for his first class, when suddenly, as he’s walking past the janitor’s closet, he hears a very clear sob from the inside.

He startles and turns to face it.  He doesn’t hear another sob, but there’s some very obvious muffled breathing.

“Uh you okay?” Danny calls.  He knocks gently on the door, only for it to swing open, the person inside clearly not having shut it all the way.

The person inside whirls around, and Danny stares at her for a minute, stunned.

“S-Sam?” he asks, trying to process what he’s seeing.  “Are you alright?”

Sam pulls in a shaky, horrible sounding breath, and gives him a terrible attempt at a glare.

“Leave— leave me alone,” she gasps, but it ends with her pressing her hand over her mouth in another sob.

“Hey,” Danny says, his hands and concern both shooting up as he takes a step into the closet.  “Hey, what’s wrong, you—”

“I said leave me alone!” Sam screams, and reaches out and shoves him hard back into the shelves of the closet.  Danny wheezes, the wind knocked out of him, but Sam runs out past him before he can say anything else.  Danny runs out into the hall as soon as he gets his breath back, but Sam’s already gone.

…

After that, Danny doesn’t see Sam for the rest of the morning, which makes him even more concerned.  He looks for a chance to talk to Tucker about it, but doesn’t manage to find one before lunch.  So he meets up quickly with Valerie, tells her he’ll be right back, and heads quickly to the lunchroom to check on her.

Instead, he finds Tucker sitting alone at a lunch table.  He looks up as he sees Danny approach, and looks away quickly after, but Danny can still see the nerves on his face.

“I haven’t seen Sam all day,” Tucker says anyway.  “Do you think she’s sick?”

“She’s not,” Danny says, looking at Tucker until he draws his gaze.  Tucker looks at him for a whole half a second before looking back down at the table, which has to be a record for lately.

“Actually,” Danny says, sitting down across from him.  “I found her this morning crying in the janitor’s closet.”

Tucker’s head snaps up, and now he’s looking at Danny.  “What?”

But before Danny can explain the little he knows, a box slams down on the table next to them, startling them both.

“We’re having a protest about Phantom,” Sam announces, glaring down at them both from over the box.

Danny and Tucker both exchange a brief glance before turning back to Sam.  Her face hasn’t changed from the firm glare she’s wearing.

“Um, okay,” Danny says, carefully.  “Sure.”

He doesn’t want to ask why, because while he doesn’t see any traces of that morning’s breakdown in her face, the fact that he hasn’t seen her since then can’t be a coincidence.

“You’re joking, right?” Tucker asks, looking at Sam in a way Danny can’t read.

“Absolutely not,” Sam says, with a harsh glare right at Tucker.  “My permit’s in the box, we’re setting it up after school.”

“You and me?” Tucker asks.

“No, all three of us, obviously,” Sam says.  She still hasn’t sat down.  “I’m not just going to leave Danny out.”

Danny raises his eyebrows slightly but doesn’t say anything.  It doesn’t feel like it would go over well to say much.

Tucker, however, does not seem to get this memo.  “Sam—” he starts.

“Great,” Sam snaps instead of letting him finish.  “I’ll meet you out front after school.  Bye.”

With that, she picks up the box again and storms off again without sitting down.

“She’s joking, right?” Tucker says after she leaves, seeming to be directed more at the empty space than at Danny.  Danny responds anyway.

“I don’t think she is,” he says slowly.  “But really, she didn’t look great this morning.  I don’t know if…” he trails off, not exactly sure what he’s trying to say.

Because what he’s thinking is I don’t know if I should take this too personally.

But he can’t say that to Tucker.

He looks after Sam for a moment, but though he can feel Tucker looking at him, when he turns Tucker just drops his gaze back to the table.

But after a second, he nods.  “Okay,” he says.  “After school, then.”

Danny nods.  “Yeah,” he says.  And that’s that.

…

Sam really goes all out.  It isn’t that surprising, especially with how rich her family is, but it’s still rather impressive in the course of a single day.

There’s giant posters with his face— well, his face as Phantom— on them, inside a stereotypical red circle with a line through it.  Sam hangs up a list of major grievances right next to the stage that’s already set up.  There’s stuff like property damage, public disruptions, time taken to finish fights, and a list of every single person who’s ever gotten hurt during a ghost fight.  Admittedly, the last part stings the most.  Danny keeps away from the stage.

He personally is standing at the archway entrance, handing out rubber bracelets that read “Phantom Sucks,” which, well if anything he can laugh at the irony.

And for the most part, he’s succeeding in his “don’t take this personally” plan.  Sure, it doesn’t feel great that so many people show up, many of whom he recognizes.  There’s people who got caught in the line of fire and some whose cars got smashed or store windows got broken.

But for the most part, Danny’s able to keep his mind off it all.  In part because he’s put himself technically out of the actual event, and in part because he’s thinking more about Sam’s slightly manic energy as they helped put everything up.  This still feels like an aftereffect of the way he found her this morning.  Which just makes it more worrying that he doesn’t know what’s wrong.

He’s interrupted while watching Sam up on the stage, making a speech that, thankfully, he can’t quite hear.

“You are kidding me, right?”

Danny turns to see Jazz standing behind him with her arms crossed.

“Okay look let me explain,” Danny says, holding his hands up.

Jazz turns her head to the sky in exasperation.

“Jazz, seriously,” Danny says.

“Fine,” Jazz says, waving a hand at him.  “I’d love to hear it.”

“I found Sam having some kind of breakdown in the closet this morning,” Danny says, glancing briefly back at her.  “I don’t know what’s going on, but I don’t think this is really about me.”

“And that means you have to show up why, exactly?”

Danny crosses his arms.  “I’m worried,” he says.

“You can do that at home.”

“Yeah, okay Jazz, thanks,” he says, glaring at her a little bit.  “I’m just waiting until I can get a chance to ask her what’s wrong.  Then I’ll come home and you can lecture me.”

“Who said I was going to lecture you?” Jazz says.  “You’re free to make your own terrible choices.  Have a great time at the Danny Phantom protest.”

She turns and starts to walk away.

“I’m really not taking it personally,” Danny says before she’s too far away to hear.

Jazz glances back at him again.  She looks him up and down for a couple seconds, obviously scrutinizing, before her glare fades just a little.

“Okay,” she says.  “Good.”  And then she leaves.

Danny sighs and leans back against the cardboard archway, shortly before realizing that’s not a great idea when the flimsy cardboard collapses and he falls on top of it on the ground.

“Cardboard, it’s cardboard,” he mutters to himself as he pushes himself back up, and pulls the arch with him.

“Danny?”

Danny squeezes his eyes shut.  Oh, great.

“Valerie, hey,” he says, turning to face her with the best smile he can muster.  “You here for the protest?”

Valerie, however, has a look of slight disgust on her face, which throws him off guard.

“Uh, no,” Valerie says, which doesn’t help in his confusion.  “Are you?”

“Oh, nah, I’m just helping Sam out,” Danny says with a glance back at the stage that hopefully just screams “casual.”

Valerie steps up next to him, and when Danny looks over he sees her looking at the stage.  He’s not sure how he feels about the look on her face.

Sam screams something about how dangerous Phantom is loud enough for the two of them to hear, and Valerie wrinkles her nose.

“Wow,” she mutters after a second.  “I hope I haven’t ever sounded like that.”

Danny blinks.  “Huh?”

Valerie turns to face him.  “Let’s get out of here,” she says.

“Uh, I was actually waiting to talk to Sam,” Danny says, looking back at the stage.  “She… I don’t think she’s alright.”

“Oh she’s definitely not,” Valerie says.  “Let’s get out of here anyway.”

“What?  I can’t just leave her if I know she’s not okay.”

“Sure you can,” Valerie says.  “She’s been awful to you.  I know that, and I don’t even know everything that’s happened between you guys.  She also hasn’t asked for your help.  You can’t be telling me you want to be here.  You don’t look like you want to be here.”

Danny crosses his arms.  “Of course I don’t want to be here,” he mutters.

“Then let’s go,” Valerie says.  “Come on, I’ve had a date idea I’ve been meaning to take us on for a while.”

Danny hesitates.  He looks up towards the stage one more time.

…He’s not getting Sam’s attention any time soon.  And he can always ask her what was up tomorrow.

Danny takes a deep breath, pushes his guilt to the side, and turns to Valerie.  “Okay,” he says.  “Let’s go.”

…

Valerie takes them both a ways away from the protest before she pulls out her board.  By the time she does, Danny’s been expecting it though, so he puts his bandana and sunglasses on and climbs on behind her.  Then he wraps his arms around her so he doesn’t fly off as she takes off.

He wouldn’t be in any danger if he did fly off, but she doesn’t know that, and that’s not really how he wants her to find out.

Valerie doesn’t go nearly as fast as he can, but she still likes to go fast, and Danny can appreciate the rush of wind in his face as they both head upwards.  For all the problems being half ghosts causes, he’ll never get sick of flying.

They both end up high in the air, high enough that Danny can see the clouds around them.

“Are you nervous being this far up?” Valerie asks as they stop.  “We can go lower if you are.”

Danny shakes his head.  “I trust you,” he says.  It’s only a partial lie.  He knows Valerie won’t let him fall.

Valerie smiles back at him, then hits a button on her board that locks it in place, and sits down, pulling her hood off.  Danny pulls off his bandana and sunglasses and sits down next to her.

“We’re gonna be up here a while,” she says, leaning back on the board.  “For the sunset for me, and then the stars for you.”

Danny grins.  “Awesome,” he says.  He doesn’t have to try too hard to get excitement in his voice.  Even though it may not be his first time stargazing this high up in the air, it never gets old for him.  And doing it with someone is new.  He’s glad it gets to be Valerie.

Valerie grins back at  him, and leans back on her board.  There’s just enough space there for her to lean on her hands, and Danny marvels a minute at how calm she looks.  She doesn’t have any natural abilities to rely on up here.  If something goes wrong with that board, as far as she knows, they’re both in trouble.  He wonders for a minute who she got it from.  She said they were anonymous, but she must trust them for some reason.

“So hey,” Valerie says, bringing an end to his thoughts and drawing his gaze to her.  “Can I ask you something?”

Danny nods.  “Sure.”

“When you talked before about someone who makes you feel like you’re just around to vent to.  Was that Sam?  And the thing she vents about all the time, was that Phantom?”

Danny looks away.  “Uh,” he says, “maybe.”

Valerie doesn’t say anything for a moment.  When she speaks again, it’s definitely not what he expects to hear.

“Danny, why didn’t you tell me to stop talking about Phantom all the time?”

Danny looks over at her in surprise.  “Huh?”

“You had to be sick of it.  And you had to have not wanted to hear me go on about him too.  Tell me to stop, dumbass.  I will.”

“But you were angry about him because he ruined your entire life,” Danny protests.  “It’s not fair of me to ask you to stop talking about all your problems.”

“Danny, that’s like, what our entire relationship is built on.  We don’t ask about things the other person doesn’t want to talk about.  Why shouldn’t that go the other way around too?”

“Because—” Danny starts, but he’s not sure where to go once he does.  Because our not talking about anything made it so I never realized you were the Red Huntress?  Because our not talking about anything means you still don’t know I’m Phantom?  Because maybe sometimes we actually should talk about these things?

“Danny, I don't want you to make yourself miserable for me,” Valerie says.

“I’m not miserable,” Danny mutters.

Valerie snorts.

“Hey!”

“Well, come on.  I’m not blaming myself entirely.  But Danny.”

Danny looks down and starts fidgeting with his hands.  “You weren’t supposed to notice that,” he mutters.

“I like you,” Valerie says.  “We’re dating.  I’m supposed to pay attention, aren’t I?”

Danny doesn’t say anything.

Valerie reaches out and takes one of his hands and squeezes it.  “Hey,” she says.  “Tell me what Sam and Tucker do that bothers you so much.”

“It’s not their fault.”

“Did I ask whose fault it was?”

Danny moves their hands so their fingers are interlaced and looks out at the sky.  Partly because the sun is starting to set, and partly because it’s easier to talk when he’s not looking right at Valerie.

“We’ve been friends since we were little kids,” he says quietly.  “They’re two of my favorite people in the entire world.”

“But?” Valerie prompts.

“I hate being around them now,” Danny says, wiping at his eyes with his free hand.  “It’s never fun.  It never feels like I can just enjoy the time.  Sam is… angry.  Constantly.  And before, she— I mean she’s always been passionate about things, but this feels different.  And Tucker never looks at me anymore.  And he won’t tell me why or what’s wrong.  And every single conversation we ever have is about Phantom.  I mean, can’t they give the guy a break?  He’s not perfect!  And he shouldn’t have to be!  Why does everyone expect him to get everything right all the time?  It’s too much to put on one person— ghost, whatever,” he finishes with a mutter, stopping himself before he says something he shouldn’t.

Valerie’s quiet for a long moment, and Danny looks away and braces himself for some kind of comment about how he has to keep in mind that Phantom is dangerous, and it’s good that Sam and Tucker are wary of him, and god, he wants to go home and sleep.

Instead, however, Valerie turns him back to face her and pulls him into a tight hug.

“I’m sorry, Danny,” she murmurs.

Danny sniffs, and rests his head on her shoulder.  “For what?”

“Making it harder for you,” Valerie says.  “I mean, you still should have asked me to stop.  And I’m not kidding about wanting you to do that from now on.  But I am sorry.”

“You have a reason to be upset,” Danny manages.

“Yeah, I do,” Valerie agrees.  “But there are things I have in my life now that I didn’t have before.”  She squeezes Danny one more time and pulls back, smiling at him.  “I’m closer with my dad now.  And I wouldn’t trade that relationship for anything.  And I’ve got you, and I wouldn’t trade that for anything either.”

“Those didn’t happen because of Phantom,” Danny says weakly.  “You did that.”

“I know,” Valerie says.  “But I’m starting to think… my life doesn’t have to be about him.  I don’t have to define myself based on what happened with Phantom.  And I mean, seeing that protest today, I…” Valerie shakes her head.  “Maybe I’ve been a little hard on him.”

Danny sniffs, and wipes at his eyes again.  “Sorry,” he says before Valerie can say anything.  “I don’t know why I’m crying, ‘s stupid, I—”

“Oh shut up,” Valerie says.  She pulls him back in for another hug, and doesn’t seem to mind when Danny takes the chance to shake in her arms.

“Hey,” she says after a while, and Danny pulls back to see her looking up.  “The stars are out.”

He looks up and sees that she’s right.  He sniffs again and blinks quickly to stop his eyes from blurring.

Valerie wraps her arm around Danny and points up at them with her free hand.  “Which constellations can you find?”

Danny leans his head on her shoulder, and looks to find the stars that are visible.  So high up, there’s less light pollution, and more to see.

“Aquarius,” he croaks, and neither of them mention how terrible his voice sounds.  He points up at the constellation.  “That star there is the supergiant Sadalmelik, and you can follow it down to Sadalsuud.  But you can’t see the whole thing.  We’d have to go further out in the country.”

“Next date, got it,” Valerie says with a smile in her voice.

“And that over there is the square of Pegasus,” Danny says.  Valerie follows his point.  “See it?”

“I think so,” Valerie says.

Danny sniffs one last time and drops his hand.  “Sorry we talked all through the sunset,” he says.

“Oh yeah, I’m real pissed about it,” Valerie says in an obvious tease.  “We have no choice but to do this again so you can make it up to me.”

Danny’s smile fades, and he doesn’t say anything.  Valerie doesn’t say anything else, though, and for a long while they both sit there.

Rather than stargazing, Danny spends it trying to feel better about the decision he’s made.

[njmcvlt]

accidentally revealing your relationship || lee jeno

idol!jeno x gamer!reader

wc: 435

an: hi! this is my first post here, i originally posted this on insta years ago but i recently shut that account down and didn't want these writings to disappear. i have a couple more older writings to post here and a few ideas of more things to write, so i'll see you all later!

After finishing setting up your stream, you messaged your friends letting them know you were about to log in. You were a pretty popular Twitch streamer with fan from all across the world. Before going live, you quickly texted your boyfriend Jeno telling him not to interrupt you during your livestream. You and Jeno have been dating for 8 months but have decided to keep your relationship private since you were both in the public eye. You didn't mind keeping it a secret and actually preferred it to be. You liked your privacy and keeping your personal life separate from your online persona. Jeno was staying at your apartment this weekend since he had some time off and it had been a long time since you both spent time together. You sat perfectly in frame with your bookshelf and bedroom door behind you. After starting the livestream you greeted everyone while waiting for the view count to go up. "Hi everyone! Welcome in. Today we're gonna be playing some Among Us with a few friends."

The stream was going great, you were interacting with the chat and even reached a new record of 60k viewers. This round you were the imposter and you were trying to come up with a strategy to win. You followed the other crewmates around, faking tasks and trying to blend in when suddenly your bedroom door swings open and you hear a familiar voice. "Baby I'm home. I missed you so much." Startled by the voice, you jumped in your seat and accidentally vented in front of everyone. "Aahhh! Jeno get out, I'm live right now."

"I'm sorry. I didn't know"

" I texted you earlier. Did you not see it?"

He looked down at his phone and saw one unread message from you. "Oops" he said laughing nervously and scratching the back of his head. Your eyes filled with fear knowing that over 60 thousand people saw what just happened. The chat immediately started asking questions like,

"Is that your boyfriend?"

"JENO???"

"OMFG y/n are you dating Jeno?"

Fans quickly turned to Twitter and started sharing video clips of what just happened. The news spread like wildfire and soon became a trending topic. Surprisingly the response from fans was extremely positive and people were happy for the both of you. Clearly embarrassed, you hid your face and started to sink down into your chair. Jeno made his way over to you and placed a soft kiss on your cheek. "It's alright baby. Now that the news is out I can finally show the world how much I love you."

[dragon-kazansky]

Heart of the Dreaming

Morpheus x Female Reader

Soulmate AU

You are the daughter of Rodrick Burgess. You find out about the "demon" in the basement and decide you want to see it. Things take an unexpected turn when your soulmate connection is made with the man you find down there. You are the one he has been waiting for, and you're being taken away from. Not for long. Dream will protect his soulmate.

{Masterlist}

{Previous Chapter} - {Next Chapter}

Chapter Seven - Burgess curse

☆☆☆

"You have to wake up."

You're not sure exactly what happened or who that man was, but you were afraid. Dream wasn't opening his eyes, and you didn't know what to do.

Matthew stood next to you, looking at you both. You couldn't tear your eyes away from the unconscious Dream.

"So, uh, I have to ask..." Matthew started. You glance at him, but only for the briefest of moments. "Are you two... close?"

"No."

"You seem kind of close."

"We're not." You curl up into a ball and take some deep breaths. You're not sure what's going to happen if he doesn't wake up.

"But he was worried about you."

"Look, Matthew... it's complicated. I'm his soulmate or whatever. It doesn't mean anything. The only reason he is tagging me alone is because of that. Once we're done here, I plan to leave. I don't know where I'll go, but I'll figure it out."

"You're not going to stay with him?" Matthew caws.

"No."

"Maybe you should."

You look down at the raven again. You're sat there talking to a bird waiting for the Sandman to wake up. Nothing is making sense, and everything is overwhelming. You just wanted to rest.

"Why don't you get some sleep. I'll keep watch," Matthew offers.

You feel like you would rather stay awake, but you csnt dent how tired you were starting to feel. Matthew seemed trustworthy, and after everything that's happened, you needed to trust in something. Maybe this was your new normal, after all.

After a few hours, Dream wakes. He opens his eyes slowly and takes a moment to gather his thoughts together. He remembers being in Hell and then coming to get his ruby. When he touched the ruby, he could tell something was wrong.

Morpheus pushes himself up with a soft groan. Matthew hops into view and looks up at him.

"Matthew."

"Uh, my lord." Matthew bobs his head down into a bow. "We were worried about you."

"We?"

Matthew turns his head and looks over at where you're sleeping. You're curled up against the wall. Dream gazes over at you. This is the quiest you've been since he rescued you.

Morpheus moved over to you quietly and took a moment to admire you. You're very pretty.

He thinks back to what you said to him. You dreamt of him when he was trapped. As you lay there in front of him now, he wondered what you dreamt about now.

He raised his hand toward you, feeling tempted to touch you gently, but you began to stir, and he took his hand back quickly.

You wake up and turn your eyes toward him. "You're awake!"

"Yes." He watches you push yourself up into a sitting position. He wanted to ask how you were doing but resisted. "The ruby?"

"Gone. There was a man. He came and took it. I don't think he saw us, but he's gone. I'm not sure where."

Morpheus looks at you. You had stayed by his side. You could have left at any point, but you didn't. That meant quite a lot to him, but he wasn't about to tell you that.

"I can find the ruby. It has been altered, but I'll be able to find it. Come." Morpheus leads the way out of the storage unit.

You get up by yourself and take a moment to look down at Matthew before following Morpheus out of the storage unit. You have no idea just how much time had passed while inside there. It took a while for Morpheus to wake again. You can tell he knows more of his power is gone. He is weaker than he was before. The ruby has robbed some more of his power at seemed.

You find yourself outside a diner. The place was in disarray. Something had clearly happened here. Morpheus glances at you and then steps inside. You follow him quietly.

People lay dead in the middle of the room.

You stand by the door as Morpheus approaches the man sitting at the counter alone.

"Hello." The man sighs. "I'm John. I'm glad you're here. The power has gone out. So there's no TV, and no one left to talk to."

"What is it you think you're doing?" Morpheus asks.

"Saving the world from its lies."

"The ruby wasn't made for that."

John gasps softly. "Oh, you're the Sandman. My mother was right. She said you'd be coming for it."

"You must return it to me so that I can repair the damage you have done." Morpheus tells him.

"I'm not giving it back to you, it's mine."

"It is harming you, John, and your world."

"It's revealing the truth," John says softly. "This is the truth of mankind."

"No. You're wrong. This is the truth of mankind."

Morpheus shows John how these people he killed lived their lives. What they did. What they dreamed about. How they lived. He took all of that away from them.

Kate dreams of running away where no one could find her. Garry dreams of proving his father wrong. Bette dreams of creating something that would matter to people. You feel sorry for all these people. Their hope had been taken from them.

"The ruby is hurting you, John." Morpheus says to him. "It has too much of my power within it. It stole more when I tried to use it."

"Then perhaps if I use it to steal the rest of your powers, I will be the King of Dreams." John says.

You frown.

"Your mother... what was her name?" You ask.

John's eyes turn to you. He looks like he only noticed you now. You don't think much of it as you watch him closely.

"Ethel." Dream answers for him.

"Your father..." You look at John. "My word..."

"Do I know you?" John asks.

"No. No, but I... I think I know you. Sort of." You tell him your name. "Rodrick was my father too. Though you didn't know him. I did. I lived in his house for many years."

"You don't look old enough," he comments, suspicious of your words.

"No. I suppose I don't." You glance down at yourself. You had almost forgotten you had long since stopped aging.

"Did he love you?"

You look up at him in slight shock. You didn't think he'd ask that. "No."

"I see." John takes a moment to look at you. Really look at you. "We are alike then."

"Are we?"

Dream is cautious of the other man. He doesn't quite like this conversation topic. This man could use you against him if he was clever about it. Dream didn't want to take any chances.

"I think so, yes." John nods.

"I don't want power," you tell him softly.

"I'm want to expose the lies."

"Lies?"

"People turn a blind eye to the truth. They pretend not to see it and live in a fantasy just to make them feel better. Wouldn't the world be a better place of everyone was honest?"

"Honesty is important, but so are dreams. It is not for you to decide what people do and don't do." You look at him firmly and raise your hand up. "Give me the ruby."

"No." He shakes his head. "I know what you're trying to do. I won't let you."

You want to take a step closer to him, but Morpheus reaches out and grabs your wrist gently. He pulls you behind him gently.

"If you would rob a Dream lord of his power, you shall do so in his realm. In dreams."

Just like that, John is in the Dreaming. You have no idea where you are. You assume this is his realm. This is your first time here. Everything felt strange.

While John chases his past through dreams. Morpheus prepares to deal with him.

John comes to the throne room. "Is this your palace... Dream Lord? Is this your throne... King of Lies? Well, it's mine now!"

John raises the ruby in his hand. The palace begins to crumble. "Are you watching? Can you see me?" The palace continues to burn away. "Using your own powers to burn away your lies."

"You must stop." Morpheus appears with his helmet on. "It is not too late to save yourself."

"Oh, you think it's me that needs saving?" John says.

"Your father stole the ruby from me and cursed you with it."

"You mean he blessed me with it." John raises the ruby up again. "Your reign ended when my father captured you. Your kingdom is my birthright."

"No!" You shout, but he doesn't listen. John is killing Morpheus with the ruby.

"Your power resides within me."

Morpheus falls to the ground, curled up, unable to fight back. "How does it feel to know I hold your life in my hands?" John asks.

"You're hurting the dreamers," Morpheus says, grunting in pain.

You can not go to him. Morpheus has made it so. He didn't want you hurt at the hands of John Burgess.

"Well, it's time they woke up! Your life and your lies end now."

John crushes the ruby. Everything around him is gone. He did it. He killed the Sandman, or so he believes.

"Thank you, John."

John looks up to find himself looking up at the Dream Lord. He is standing on his palm, feeling so small compared to this Dream Lord.

"But I killed you."

Morpheus speaks. "You destroyed the ruby and released the power inside it. I would never have thought of that. I'd forgotten just how much of myself I had placed in the jewel."

"Are you going to kill me?" John asks.

"I could. Perhaps I will. But the dream stone was not made for mortals. And it came to you through no fault of your own. So, no, John. I will not kill you."

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You stand in the throne room and gaze up at the large coloured windows. A lone throne sits at the top of a set of stairs. Dream stated he had to deal with John and that he would be back soon.

You turn with the sound of footsteps behind you and find Lucienne coming over to you, Matthew flying over her head and landing beside you.

"Welcome," she greets you.

"Hello."

She looks at you for a few moments, taking you in. This was her first time seeing you. She was curious about the woman fated to her king.

"Will he be long?" You ask softly.

Lucienne lifts her head up a little bit and town answers. "I don't think so."

"I see."

Silence fills the space between you both again. You're not sure what else to say to her. You just wanted to talk to Dream about what happens now. He has his tools.

"A room has been made for you," Lucienne tells you.

"A room?"

"Yes. Where you shall stay. If it is not to your liking, you can tell Lord Morpheus, I am certain he can change it to how you like."

You don't have the heart to tell her you don't intend to stay, but never the less you nod. Lucienne takes you to your room.

You enter the neatly decorated place. There's a bed, a dresser, a vanity table, and a chair next to a stained glass window.

"You can wait in here until his return," Lucienne suggests.

You say nothing and walk over to the bed, taking a seat on the night sky bedding. Lucienne looks at you once more before leaving you alone.

You sigh and lay back on the bed.

You had a feeling nothing in your life would ever be the same again.

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[angel5ofp0rn]

Young!Price x f!younger!reader

when you and ExHusband!Price start dating 😋

*pretty short

“Right there?” You lean down to murmur in his ear. “Does that feel good?”

“Fuck… right there, sweetheart...” John groans.

You giggle from your seat on John’s backside, knees on either side of his hips as you massage his lower back. He had been complaining about how bad it has been aching and swore only your hands could fix him.

You lean down and press a few kisses to his shoulder before going back to working out the tension in his muscles.

John sighs in content.

“Y’know, I had the worst dream last night.” You mention casually, placing your hands palm down on his waist and rubbing circles with your thumbs.

“Did you?” John’s voice was a bit muffled by the pillow his face was resting against. “What was it about?”

"I met this really, really beautiful man at the bar, got him to take me home, really got to like him… and then he went back to London I never saw him again." You sigh dramatically.

It takes John a moment to realize that you're joking, catching on at the exaggerated sigh. He tries not to laugh but he's only human.

John shifts to lay on his back now, but pulls you back to him so you can still sit on top, straddling his lap.

“Sounds like a nightmare.” John grins, his hands slowly rubbing up and down your bare thighs. “Suppose we can't repeat that mistake then?"

You shake your head, a smile on your lips as you look down at him. John shakes his head back at you, that signature smirk still on his face.

"Is it crazy that I think I actually really like you?" Your brow furrows a bit. “We’ve only known each other for a few days…”

He lets out a little laugh; you can see him blush a little bit in his cheeks.

"It's not crazy," He says softly, his hands now moving from your thighs to your waist, slipping under his shirt that you were wearing.

"Hmm… But you're a military guy.” Your head tilts to the side in thought. “Aren't military guys, like, known for proposing after the first date?"

This actually makes him laugh out loud again, his eyes crinkling in the corners. He can't help himself; this stereotype has always been such a common one.

"Right, but I'm not that kind of military guy.... l'd at least wait until the second date."

"Well," you move off of John to lay on your back next to him on your bed. "When the time comes, I don't want one of those big, ugly silver and diamond rings. Maybe a pearl or a garnet or something." You lift your left hand up in the air above you both, as if imagining the ring on it.

John continues to smile as you talk about the potential future. The idea that you're thinking about that kind of stuff when you've only just met seems funny to him, but almost… romantic, in a way.

When you lift your hand, he can't help but imagine how that ring would look on it. He can see the ring so clearly in his mind's eye; simple 14 karat gold band, emerald cut garnet in the middle.

You lower your arm back to your side and turn to look at him. "I really do think I like you." You sigh like it’s disappointing. "This isn't normally how my random bar hookups go."

“Y’ haven’t been hookin’ up with the right guys.” John counters.

You study his face, taking in all the little details; those blue eyes you love, the little freckle on his nose, the two tiny marks above and below his eyebrow that made you wonder if teenage John was a little punk with an eyebrow piercing.

You sit up suddenly and get off of your bed. You strip John’s shirt off of yourself and toss it to him. “You should go.”

John is understandably confused. He sits up, shirt in hand, waiting for an explanation. “Did I do something wrong..?”

“No,” You shake your head, looking through your closet. “You’re going to go get dressed, buy me some flowers, and take me on our first date.”

John doesn’t speak. He’s stunned.

You look over your shoulder at him. “What? If I want that second-date proposal, we need the first date out of the way.”

John’s eyebrows raise. You’re fucking crazy…

You’re fucking made for him.

“Oh, and don’t get tulips.” You add casually, pulling a little sundress out of the closet and looking it over. “I hate tulips.”

“Yes ma’am.” John nods, pulling his shirt on over his head.

You grin. “So obedient. Must be the military training.”

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୨ৎ: 2015!Bill, dom!Bill, angry Sex, fem first person POV

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While laying in the comfort of mine and Bill’s share bed the front door slams shut abruptly. I hear Bill’s thick German accent scream, “Fuck!” His heavy foot steps make their way up the stairs in a hurried matter.

“What happened Bill?” I frown, his tattooed hand pushes his messy blond hair back in stress.

“Tom happened! He won’t leave me alone about the “deadline” which isn’t real because he made it up!” He exclaims, clearly frustrated and angry. What better way to help him out than him taking it out on me?

Biting my lip in nervousness I decide to shoot my shot and tell him my idea. “You can take it out on me. You’d feel so much better..” I flush.

His dominant side immediately kicking in at the idea of getting his satisfaction and pleasure out of me, “Prinzessin you’re gonna drive me crazy with that look. Strip you panties off. Now. And no back talking or you’ll be punished.” He sneers, his brown eyes holding a predatory look, waiting to make his move on the submissive prey.

He made his way to me on the bed, his slender hands gripping at my waist as his lips met mine. The cold metal of his snake bites hitting my plump lips immediately. His pierced tongue dipping into my warm mouth, battling with my own. His hand gripped my cheeks aggressively,squeezing them tightly as he abused my mouth with his tongue.

Trying to regain his breath from the constant kissing he pants out, “Baby, ride against my bulge.. now.”

I nodded obediently, my bare clit sitting on top of his hard-on resting on his stomach. His veiny hands tightening on my waist, he slowly rocked my lower body against his throbbing cock. “Move for me princess. Make me feel so good!” Bill, whimpers out in his turned-on haze.

I obey Bill’s orders, rocking my hips slightly faster which made his finger tips dig deeper into my flesh. “Fuck yes angel, so goo- good.” He praises, his sweet pet names encouraging me farther.

Soon my pace is faster and quicker, his precum slightly oozing onto his stomach and my folds, before I knew it his cum was squirting all over his tattooed abdomen. “I’m not done with you, slut.” He grunted, his tone admirable yet aggressive at once.

His warm hands grabbing at my body, flipping me onto my back on the bed. He wrapped one hand around my throat while the other entertained his cock. Once he knew he was hard enough to penetrate me he took no hesitation to shove his veiny member into my tight heat.

His blond hair falling in-front of his face as he pounded into my welcoming pussy over and over. He thrusted so aggressively that I could see the shadow of his bulge in my lower belly, his hand pressing down on it teasingly over and over as soft whimpers left my mouth. My hands immediately tangling into his platinum hair and tugging as he used my body for his personal pleasure.

Soon, Bill reached his climax but instead of cumming in me, he came on me. The sticky seed spurting from the swollen head and onto my tummy and breasts as he came down from his high. “You always know just what I need doll. I love you so much.” He breaths out, exhausted from his orgasm.

“I love you too sir..” I flush, the use of the nickname making me feel vulnerable as Bill smiles at me running his fingers through my hair content-fully.

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Hello I wanted to request a joost klein x model reader, like how reader is a runway or a vogue model and has a lot of fans and maybe he gets a little jealousy and he can also maybe come to her model shows?? And I wanted to know if you wrote for male reader?? If you do can you maybe write it as a male reader instead of a female?? If you don’t tho that’s totally okay and female is perfectly okay 👌

You look like an ancient painting people queue for in a museum.

this idea is amazing omg i love reader x jealous partner

requested? yes!

reader? male!

genre? jealousy, obsession, comfort

heads up before this story! unless specifically requested, the reader in my stories is always kept gender neutral, but in case you do want something else, you are more than welcome to request that :)

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This was your big day, the day you worked towards for years, making it through stressful times, financial issues, many lost friendships- you finally got the closing part of one of the most luxurious brands known, currently presenting their spring collection. The nerves backstage were all over the place, you most definitely included, especially because your long time boyfriend was going to be in the front row seats today. A while ago he started coming to every runway show you had, as long as it wasn't clashing with his own work, but something has been seeming awkwardly different at the most recent shows, and you had a feeling why. Making friends in this industry was hard when everything was constant competition, but at som point you finally befriended one of the guys you frequently walk with, Niko. He's been doing this for years and years, meaning he was like an older brother you can run to whenever you needed help in the industry, but even though Joost was always happy for you, it had been clear that he was struggling with watching you two become so close.

To Joost it wasn't a romantic competition he had with Niko, the guy was married, but moreso that he was able to spend more time with you than he did. He was at the studio quite a lot, got stuck in interviews or photo shoots or travelled the world for touring while Niko was with his precious boyfriend, giggling away backstage. Or maybe it had been the fact that people all over the internet would drop anything to be with you- considering you never made your relationship official on social media and had only been replying to occasional rumors. Today, Joost wanted to let the press know that you were his boyfriend once and for all.

You could only peak at your boyfriend every now and then, his platinum blonde and the sunglasses inside a closed space instantly catching someones attention among the other guests, but you couldn't think about that much right now. Your time to close the show with the designer had come and that meant focus.

It went perfect, like everyone had rehearsed. Seeing Joost blowing you a kiss, the bright smile not leaving his face as he watched you own that runway might have just made today. Now that the show was over and all that was left to do was answer interviewers questions, your yearning for some time with your boyfriend got bigger by the second. As you carefully stepped in front of the cameras, trying not to damage your clothes, you could spot him on the sidelines again while answering questions. One specific Vogue interviewer though had seemed to wonder about things far away from the topic of work.

"So what was that all about today, the little kisses that one specific visitor kept blowing to you? If he's in the first row, he must be important?" the young woman asked with genuine interest clearly written over her face, your mic pointing to you as you look for your words. "That's actually my loving boyfriend of two years, Joost." you replied, trying to take a deep breath before suddenly feeling a weight pushing against your side, trying to get into the cameras frame.

"That's right, he's my beautiful boyfriend and I'm sure I will see him on your cover soon." the familiar voice spoke, the dutch accent giving up whatever he was trying to hide with his sunglasses and big black jacket. All you could do was laugh as you could finally wrap his arms around him again, quickly receiving kisses from your slightly jealous but realistically loving boyfriend.

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[brucewaynehater101]

I think the worst one for his family to find out about him healing would be if he said, "I did have to use some of my feathers to survive the Titans Tower attack." While refusing to look at Jason. Or maybe he could mention that due to being a bird, his bones are hollow and more fragile than humans. What if he had unknown to his family used a feather during training? Just. One of them managed to hit him in the side of the head and Tim goes down. But a few moments later he's up and holding the side of his head where they hit him, groaning. Whoever did it gets a lecture and Tim is benched until his "concussion" is healed.

I also love your thing about Tim not being able to feel the positive emotions as deeply either. It's heart breaking but makes sense. I wonder if his refusal to show anger or joy would lead to his family thinking he has some kind of neurological disorder where he physically can't feel those emotions as strongly and try to send him to therapy so that he can get some kind of medication to help with that.

I currently have two ideas for how the family could find out and neither are pleasant for anyone involved. On the one hand, Tim catching the attention of Scarecrow because his fear gas doesn't seem to effect him as much (it does, but Tim's greatest fear in this one is loosing control of his emotions and letting his instincts take over so as soon as he gets gassed he's trying to keep everything under control so he can "hide his wings again" even though they never came out) so he ends up making an extra powerful version juuust for Tim that would have even Bruce kicking and screaming. He lures the Bats into his hide out with some canisters of regular fear gas and then somehow manages to get Tim with a dart full of the special formula.

Of course everyone freaks out as Tim's breathing picks up speed and he starts to back away from them, pulling into himself. They try to say things but he clearly can't hear them as he covers down and whimpers about something needing to go away, that no one is allowed to see it, that no one can *know*. Scarecrow isn't happy though and yells, "scream! Why aren't you screaming?! You're the only one I've never heard *scream*!" Bruce takes down Scarecrow quickly and hauls him out of the room so they can focus on Tim, trying to get near him. But when Dick touches his arm to try and ground him, a panic that Tim can't possibly smother races through him and he lashes out, claws and wings extending as he tries to get away. Tim screams at them, "NO I WONT BE SOLD FOR WHAT I AM, ILL KILL YOU!"

Then on the other hand, possibly even worse, some poachers come around Gothem with a device that scans for magical creatures. They don't know who this guy with black hair and blue eyes In a suit is and they don't care. They don't have any idea what he is either, beyond that he's a paycheck if they can grab him. Tim doesn't fight back really hard when they come for him, thinking that it's his turn with the monthly family kidnapping of some idiot who went "if I kidnap a Wayne I can ransom them to Bruce for a lot of money". It's not until the car door closes and he feels the magical wards around the van that he begins to truly panic and fight, but the wards are up and doing their job, acting as a powerful sedative that Tim has no defense against as he slips unconscious. When he wakes up, it's his worst nightmares come to life. He's stuck in a cage and his Glamor is gone and there are people leering at him and talking about how much money a *thing* like him will make them.

By the time the Bats manage to get there though, Tim has been sold off to the highest bidder and the Bats are informed that these people only deal in Magical Creatures. They tell the Bats that it's no wonder they didn't know what he is because his species hold what they are as their deepest secret. After all, they inform the Bats, the poachers did sell the Phoenix to Circe herself for 6 million dollars.

Both of those are absolutely delectable. I am more partial to the Scarecrow one (just cause ofnTim having some type of "immunity" which inspires Scarecrow to increase his formula is a really interesting concept).

The poachers one is super cool too! There's a ton of ways that can unfold. I am curious if the device they use is rare/expensive. Otherwise, lots of folks could figure him out.

The tidbit you added about the fragile bones is devastating. Poor Tim is just trying to live his life when the hits he takes do more damage to him than the others (which can add onto his angst of not being enough).

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Where do I know you from? 8/?

Hangster crackfic. There are too many Jakes and Bradleys for Jake and Bradley to be dealing with. Or the Universe is just as fed up with them being blind.

PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE PART FOUR PART FIVE PART SIX PART SEVEN

Uh, still on that emotional rollercoaster. And it's sort of edged out of the crackfic with all these emotions leaking all over the place...

PART EIGHT

              “Stay here.”

              “What?”

              “Just… stay here. Please,” he adds, grips Rooster’s arm to add emphasis and he’s suddenly glad that Rooster was clearly comfortable at home, wearing trackpants and a hoodie, soft and worn and very clearly unique amongst all the Roosters here. God he's so glad he's here. “Just give me a few minutes.”

              He catches Javy’s eye and jerks his head toward the solitary Jake sitting at the far end of the bar, because if he’s right he’s going to need reinforcements. He hovers beside this new version of himself, and he doesn’t look good. Dark circles under his eyes, cheeks slightly sunken like he’s not hydrated enough and while he’s in uniform, it looks loose, like he’s lost weight. He can see Javy noting the same things and the look they exchange says enough.

              “Hey man…” Jake starts, and the eyes that flick up to meet his are red, like he’s been crying.

              “Hey.”

              “You’re here alone,” Jake states, swallows hard, because he doesn’t know if he wants to know what it means that this Jake doesn’t have a corresponding Rooster attached to him in some way. If this was meant to be the universes way of fixing something, surely they wouldn’t send a miserable solitary version of himself to see…

              “I was too late. By less than a second.”

              Jake’s stomach drops and he feels his knees buckle before he catches them and slides into the chair beside this solitary-Jake. This is his nightmare come to life and he hates it. Hates that there is a version of himself anywhere that has to deal with what is only a nightmare for him.

              “You did your best,” he says, knows it, knows himself, knows it’s the truth in his bones.

              “Wasn’t good enough.”

              “It sometimes isn’t,” Jake agrees, so glad he lives in a universe where his best was good enough. Enough to save Rooster, even if it’s not enough to be with him. “I’m not with him in my universe either.”

              “But he’s alive,” solitary-Jake counters.

              “Yeah… yeah he is.”

              “You saved him?”

              “Yeah, I did,” Jake says quietly. The Jake beside him sucks in a shuddery breath, an almost-sob as the word good whispers out and Jake swallows against the own tightness in his throat. He has no idea what to say. “I have nightmares that I’m too late,” Jake admits glancing up quickly to see Javy looking absolutely devastated.

              “My reality,” his other self says bitterly, taking a sip of his drink.

              He looks up to find Rooster staring at him, not even a yard away and he just grits his teeth, thinks he knows what this Jake might need. Older Rooster, Rooster Thirteen, the one with the asterisk. He looks at Javy again, mouths stay with him and gets a nod of understanding. He brushes past Rooster, who seems torn about following Jake or staying with the version of Jake that just wasn’t fast enough.

              Rooster Thirteen is talking with older-Jake, their fingers linked and they’re wearing wedding rings and he can’t imagine ever looking that soft around Rooster, but his older-or-future self looks so content to simply be there with Rooster and part of him aches that he might never have that.

              “Hey, uh, Rooster. I need you to come and talk to this Jake. He was too late,” Jake says, and he doesn’t need to say what he was late to, he’s seen the spreadsheet, knows exactly how many of the Roosters and Jakes here had to live through that hell. Or not live, for this one version of himself. Older-Jake has gone pale and he wonders what else went down in their universe, because they also had time-travel and god he wants to know, but right now another Jake needs him more. He pushes them towards where solitary-Jake is sitting, mutters about needing to talk to Three and Five. He notes that Rooster follows the others back to the solitary-Jake and he’s glad, feels like maybe solitary-Jake could do with Rooster's presence right now. Maybe Rooster will have a better idea of what to say to him than Jake does.

              “Okay, so I don’t know if you guys caught him in the wave of all the Jakes as they arrived, but we’ve got an extra Jake.”

              Multiple heads swing his way, Three, Five, Eight and Bob, for some weird reason and Jake shrugs, feels helpless but is doing the best he can under the circumstances.

              “Look, you guys got any ideas how we can send him back to his universe when he doesn’t have a matching Rooster to just magically kiss and make it happen?” Jake asks, because he doesn’t need another version of himself hanging around, no matter how bad he feels for the guy.

     ��        “He might not want to go back.”

              “He might not be able to go back.”

              “Maybe he needs to kiss this Universe’s Rooster?”

              “I’ve had a few Roosters kiss me, none of them disappeared,” Jake mutters quietly, making a face at Eight who just shrugs, although the Jake standing beside him with his hand in Eight’s back pocket is now looking between Jake and Eight and he shakes his head. The last thing anyone needs right now is jealous posturing and ending up in a bar fight.

              “They’ve all had Jake’s waiting here for them though…”

              “I’m starting to be desensitized to the name Rooster. It’s fucking weird,” Five says, scrubbing at his face, and his Jake is grinning, eyes alight with mischief and Jake knows he’s about to say something crude or embarrassing, or potentially both.

              “Is it because he has a big –”

              Five slaps a hand over his mouth and his Jake is doubled over with laughter, leaning into Five with his arms around him and Jake wonders what it’s like to have a man that tall just envelope you in his arms.

              “Can I call you Rooster?” other Jake asks Five, who kisses him on the top of his head and then tells him to shut up, which doesn’t seem to have any effect on the other Jake at all. He wouldn’t expect it to either. These versions are not that different from himself.

              Three has written Why Rooster? and added another column, and Bob is now telling the story of Rooster’s terrible haircut where he’d come back from leave with a slightly longer middle strip of hair in a vague approximation of a mohawk, only for everyone to give him shit about it looking like the comb of a Rooster. Jake remembers, because he’d called it a coxcomb, and said that while roosters used them for sexual attraction, Bradshaw would need more than a new haircut to attract the ladies. Turns out attracting the ladies was maybe something Rooster wasn’t ever interested in anyway.

[assistant-of-drama]

What if Noah secretly likes Alejandro's evil genius plans and Alejandro realizes this?

When Noah learned that Alejandro heard him warn Owen that the Charmer was an eel, he thought that he was going home that night. What he didn't expect was for Duncan to leave instead. Noah's jaw is stilled dropped as he turned to face a smugly smirking Alejandro, sitting right behind him.

Noah was so confused and honestly, a little nervous. He went to the confessional bathroom to be alone. He didn't say anything to the camera, just simply stared out of the window and thinking to himself for 10 minutes.

Then he heard footsteps outside and the door opening. The lock had stopped working. Isn't that lovely?

He already knew who it was, before he even turned his head to the entrance. An arrogant Alejandro stood in the doorway. Noah takes a deep breath and then sighs.

"Why didn't you vote me off?" Noah asked calmly, despite his heart racing. "I know who you are. I told Owen. The others saw the video. Yet you got rid of Duncan instead. You can't trick me into being your puppet, if that's what you want."

Alejandro chuckles and gets closer. "Oh, Noah, most of the others clearly don't believe you. And you misunderstand. I don't want you to be my puppet. I want you to… appreciate my work. You seem to enjoy my plans, after all."

Noah freezes and blushes slightly. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Alejandro gently grabs Noah's face. "I saw the way you've been watching me, the way you react to my strategies. That small, satisfied smile and twinkle in your eyes, whenever I get someone eliminated. You don't truly care about the others, Noah. You like my evil plans. And I like that you enjoy them… I'll admit I was angry and confused at why you suddenly warned Owen, but I couldn't bring myself to vote you off… I just want to know why you did it."

Noah sighs again, resting his tired head on the hand. "Because he's my best friend and I don't like the way that you've been treating him… but everyone else is fair game though."

Alejandro's eye twitches, but his smile remains. "Very well then… I will be nicer to Owen… until the show is over."

Noah snorts in slight amusement. "So, how long are you gonna keep me in the show?"

Alejandro's smile turned strangely fond. "As long as I possibly can, amigo. It's almost therapeutic having someone around that actually likes my true self. Not to mention, you're one of the few sane people on the plane."

Noah smiles sarcastically at that. "Alejandro, I enjoy watching you manipulate others… that's not exactly sane behavior."

Alejandro happily wraps an arm around Noah. "You're still saner than most of them, though. You see the reality of our situation here. The others? They're all just pawns, blinded by their delusions of friendship. They don't understand that the only way to win is to manipulate and control those around them."

Noah's blush deepens and he begins feeling pleasantly warm. "God, you're heartless…"

Alejandro leans as close as he can, making his beautiful eyes all that Noah can see. "You love it…"

Alejandro's lips are so close and they're getting closer, as Noah softly whispers. "I do and I hate that I love it…"

Alejandro's lips then connect with Noah's, their mouths moving in perfect sync as their tongues dance together. The kiss feels both intense and gentle, as if they're two old friends reunited after a long separation. Noah's hands find their way to Alejandro's shoulders, pulling him closer, wanting more of this strange but addicting sensation.

Both weren't aware of a shocked Cody watching them.

When the kiss eventually stopped, Alejandro has an idea. "Why don't we take this to the cargo bay? We could spend the time alone kissing, talking or me telling you about my plans to manipulate and take out the others…"

"Oh, god yes!" Noah moans, holding Alejandro closer. Noah knows that he should be ashamed for liking someone so evil, but he honestly doesn't care. The way Alejandro talks about manipulation and control, it's like he's describing some sort of twisted form of art. It's like Alejandro has this power over others that Noah finds irresistible.

Alejandro grins manically, taking Noah's hand and leading him to the cargo bay.

[howlingday]

He keeps getting good another chaptrr

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"Honestly, can't you do anything right?!"

"I'm trying, okay?" Ruby whimpered after yet another of Weiss' 'honest criticisms' as she called them. Really, they were just Weiss yelling for about a half an hour. And it ended the same way, too.

"Well stop trying and start doing!" Weiss then stomped away, leaving Ruby alone in the dorm, yet again.

This wasn't what Ruby thought Beacon was going to be like at all. She thought she would be going on adventures, making friends, and having fun while learning how to become a huntress. But all she was learning right now was how out of her depth she truly was.

If only Yang was here, but it seems she had something better to do with Blake today. Just like yesterday. And the day before. And the day before that.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Ruby opened it to find Jaune standing there with sad eyes. "Is... everything okay, Ruby?"

"Yeah, just... me and Weiss are still trying to figure things out." Ruby said, clearly lying to cover for her partner.

"Oh, okay." Jaune said. "Do you wanna talk about it?"

"Not really." Ruby replied.

"Do you wanna... hang out with my team until your team gets back?"

"Yeah." Ruby perked up, making Jaune's tail wag. "Yeah, I'd like that."

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"Oh, hello, Pyrrha~!" Weiss called sweetly, walking up to the more famous student. "How are you this afternoon?"

"I'm fine, Weiss." Pyrrha replied. "I'm just out grabbing medicine for Jaune while he's studying."

"At least your partner studies." Weiss said with a grumble. "My supposed 'leader' would prefer to play video games instead of putting in the effort to learn."

"I... see..."

"Excuse me, I didn't mean to vent." Weiss apologized. "But she can just be... so... frustrating!"

"Well, have you considered how she might be feeling?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, she's certainly younger than us, so maybe she's just not sure what direction she should go. You remember being her age, don't you?"

"I do, but she never had it as difficult as I did!" Weiss huffed. "She never had impossible expectations to live up to like I did."

"Really? What her home life like before coming to Becaon?"

"She probably goofed off at her old school, too."

"Probably?" Pyrrha quirked her brow. "Do you know what school she went to?"

"Well... No." Weiss admitted.

"Do you know why she built her weapon the way she did? Or who taught her before she applied to her old school." Weiss was quiet. "Weiss... Aside from her name, what do you know about Ruby?"

Weiss had no answer. She never considered Ruby to really be her partner. Until now, she saw Ruby as just some kid who lucked her way into being her partner, as if it were some cruel twist of fate as punishment for some crime she didn't commit. This was the first time she considered that maybe, just maybe, Ruby was just as unhappy with Weiss as her partner as she was with her.

"I... should probably ask her." Weiss then said.

"I think that would be a good idea."

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"Hello, again~!" Pyrrha chimed as she opened the door to her dorm. "Oh, hello, Ruby."

"Hi, Pyrrha~!" Ruby smiled, sitting on the floor across from Jaune, books out and open between them. "Jaune and I are just studying."

"Oh, really?" Pyrrha stepped aside to reveal the icy glare of Ruby's partner standing behind her.

"Weiss?!"

"Ruby," Weiss took a deep breath before speaking further, "would you like to study with me?"

"Um..." Ruby scratched her head. "I'm kinda already studying with Jaune."

"Oh..." Weiss wanted to say more, but she thought better than to start anything in someone else's dorm. And what Pyrrha said. "Then perhaps I could... study with you, too."

At this, Ruby looked to Jaune, who smiled, and she gave a smile in return. "Yeah, we can do that, too!"

[sunafc]

Do you get it now? — ft. Tendou Satori

cw: wc 1.6k, fem reader, timeskip tendou, best friends to lovers, this is overall pretty sweet, as always if there are typos just ignore them 🙂‍↕️

‘What are you even talking about?’

Tendou can hear the anger in your tone. You’re on the phone, hiding in his bathroom, but now your voice is getting louder and he can clearly hear your words.

‘Do you even hear what you’re saying right now?’

Tendou has no idea what’s going on, he can’t hear the person on the other side of the call but he’s pretty sure about who it could be. There’s only one person that gets on your nerves like this and, funnily enough, it’s your boyfriend. Tendou can’t hide the curiosity and gets closer to the door.

‘Baby,’ your voice is full of exasperation and he knows right now your taking a deep breath to calm down a little, not sure that worked though because you’re soon screaming again, ‘He lives in fucking France!’ Oh?

Tendou connects the dots in his mind. There’s only one person you know that lives in France and that’s him. You’re fighting over him? You must be.

‘This is insane, you– I’m hanging up, call me when you’ve calmed down.’ it takes less than a second for your phone to be ringing again, ‘I don’t want to talk to you right now, no because–’ Tendou can hear you walking back and forth in his tiny bathroom, ‘That’s–’ your tone drops and you sound exhausted when you say ‘I need a break,’ the sound of your footsteps comes to a halt, ‘We’ll talk when I’ll be back, if you call me again I’ll block your number,’ and you hang up.

When you open the door, Tendou doesn’t even try to hide he was eavesdropping and just stares at you with a questioning look. You lean your head on his chest and let out a deep groan. His long arms embrace you as soon as your forehead hits his body and the cherry scent of his body lotion surrounds you.

‘There, there, little Y/n,’ he rests his head on top of yours, ‘Talk with me.’

‘You know he doesn’t want me to talk about our fights to other people...’ you groan again.

‘I’m pretty sure this one concerns me too,’ he traces circles on your back, ‘Come on,’ his hand slides down your arm until your fingers interlace, then he guides you to the kitchen.

You sit on the counter as you watch him taking out a box from his cabinet. He offers it to you, just to hold it back to his chest when you try to grab it. He does so a few times.

You chuckle at his antics, ‘Just give it to me!’

He smiles fondly at you and shakes his head, ‘Will you tell me what was all that about?’ He asks tilting his head towards the bathroom.

‘Are you trying to bribe me, Satori?’

‘Yes that’s exactly what I’m doing,’ he opens the box, still holding it far from you, showing you the inside: there’s a bunch of different chocolates.

You gasp dramatically, ‘Did you make those?’

He nods, ‘For you, see,’ he points at a specific one, ‘This is shaped like a bunny, because you love bunnies,’ he points at another, ‘This one has caramel filling and– no, actually, I’ll let you guess the other flavours.’

Your heart feels weird, your chest feels warm, ‘Satori,’ your voice is laced in honey as you say his name, ‘That’s so sweet, thank you.’

‘So? Did I bribe you successfully?’

‘I mean, I would’ve told you anyway,’ you smile.

‘And I would’ve let you eat these anyway,’ he says.

He lends you the box and sits on the counter next to you, kicking his legs.

‘He said I see you too much and that it seems like I prefer hanging out with you and he feels unappreciated,’ you roll your eyes, ‘Which makes no sense, because the last time I saw you was literally six months ago since you live on the other side of the planet!’ You take a deep breath, ‘He’s so jealous lately... it wasn’t always like this but now I can’t hang out with any of my friends without him being mad at me,’ you open your mouth to say something else but you quickly close it again and Tendou can almost see the gears turning in your brain, ‘And, I don’t know, maybe I do prefer hanging out with you and my other friends but like, search your own heart and you’ll find out why.’

‘He doesn’t deserve you one bit,’ Tendou says, thinking about how understanding you are and how you always forgive him in the end. He almost throws up when he thinks about how you call that shitty boyfriend of yours ‘baby’ with the sweetest voice. Tendou doesn’t want to pry too much, so he stops himself from asking why you won’t break up with him. He’s also scared the answer would be that it’s because you love the guy. He doesn’t want to hear you say that.

Tendou brings a chocolate to your mouth, ‘Eat this,’ your lips brush against his fingers and his heart skips a beat.

‘God, this is so good,’ you say, mouth full, and Tendou can’t help but find you adorable, ‘Is this blueberry?’

‘Good job,’ Tendou smiles.

‘Be honest,’ you say, now looking straight into Tendou’s eyes, ‘Do you think I should break up with him?’

Yes. Absolutely yes. Right now. There’s a million reasons why Tendou thinks so. The first being that you’re clearly not happy in this relationship. Another one, a little bit more selfish of a reason, would be that he’s head over heels for you.

‘Honest?’ Tendou asks you and you nod, ‘Yeah,’ he gets off the counter and grabs a glass of water, ‘Do you want to... break up with him?’

‘Maybe,’ you sigh, ‘Maybe I’ve just been waiting for a good enough excuse to,’ you study Tendou’s expression, ‘Does this make me a bad person?’

Tendou gets closer to you, he holds your head and kisses your forehead, ‘I think you’ve been waiting for him to show you if your relationship was still worth it.’

You lean in into his touch, Tendou always manged to calm you down, to make you feel like everything was gonna be fine. He made you feel like maybe this was what life was all about, talking about anything and everything, laughing and crying, feeling complete witch each other.

‘Do you want to try another chocolate?’ Tendou asks stealing the box from your lap.

‘He never gifted me chocolate,’ you blurt out, ‘Like, not even for Valentines.’

Tendou tilts his head in confusion, if he was your boyfriend any occasion would be good enough to gift you chocolate. Or flowers, or necklaces and bracelets and rings, or any of the things he knew you loved.

There’s a hint of disgust on his face, ‘Does he even know what you like?’

Tendou wants to know, do you feel butterflies in your stomach when your boyfriend compliments you, does he even compliments you? Do you feel your cheeks getting warmer when your boyfriend is close to you? When he caresses your skin? Do you relax in his embrace and do you get flustered when he kisses you? Because Tendou’s pretty sure he never saw you more comfortable than when he has you in his arms, he notices how your breathing gets more stable and how your heart beats slower. He notices how your eyes glow up whenever he gifts you anything, even the littlest thing. He notices how you get shy when he compliments you and he can’t help but do that more. Maybe he’s starting to feel a little cocky but he thinks he can make you feel butterflies in your stomach with a kiss, and he’s dying to know if he’s right.

Tendou finds your hand resting at the edge of the counter and interlaces his fingers with yours. He places the box of chocolates next to his glass of water and his now free hand finds rest holding your jaw, long fingers caressing your face. You feel shivers down your spine. You’re not sure what’s happening but not wanting it to stop either.

‘Y/n,’ he hasn’t said anything yet and you’re already nodding, a chuckle escape his lips, ‘Can I?’ His thumb brushes against your bottom lip and you nod again. ‘I want to hear you say it, please.’

‘Yes, Satori, you can,’ you say.

It’s the first time he kisses you, but Tendou knows what you like because he knows you. He takes his time making you comfortable before slipping his tongue in. His hands are wandering your body and your legs are wrapped around his torso, pressing him closer to you. Gasps fall from your lips as he kisses you and they’re music to his ears. He’s kissing you slow and there’s a weird tickling in your stomach but you like it and you don’t want to let it slip away. Maybe this is how it was always meant to be, not wanting to stop even though you’re breathless and fighting to be closer to him even though there’s no gap between you. Maybe this is what you were looking for. It’s fevirish, with an intense feeling of longing, it feels right. When he breaks the kiss you follow his lips and Tendou smirks before giving you a chaste, sweet peck that is nothing like the kiss you shared just before.

‘Do you get it now?’ He asks you. Do you get, now, how different it is with someone who cares about you. Who loves you. Who knows you. ‘I could be a better boyfriend than him.’

notes: i love tendou sm ! ! i hope this gets some love and i hope i wrote our miracle boy well enough