#oh also i missed when they were open the day i wore this costume not just bc of the boot fiasco

[cel-aerion]

Day Two of Colossalcon 2023, Addendum 2

...which is technically Day Three, but anyways they had a Build-a-Bear in the hotel where I was staying, and that Build-a-Bear had exclusive plushies of the hotel’s mascot characters, which includes wolves, but they closed before I got there on the day I wore the Roxy costume, so, yes, the next morning I did put the full costume on, including makeup, solely for the purpose of going and getting a plush wolf while dressed as a wolf.

I have zero regrets.

[arlana-likes-to-write]

A Black Widow Halloween

Family is More than Blood

Summary: Halloween was your favorite holiday. Spooky movies, cooler weather, and you loved watching the leaves change but that changes when you have to go back to the Red Room.

Relationships: Natasha x Yelena x Reader (sisters)

Warning: implied sexual assault, Drekyov is a horrible human and I'm glad he's dead lol, Red Room trauma, panic attack.

Word count: 1.6K

Halloween, Ohio, 1995

“And done,” Melina said. “You can open your eyes now.” You did as you ere told and starred at your reflection. It was Halloween and when Melina and Alexei said you and your sisters could go trick or treating you were surprised and lost for words. The first year they didn’t allow you to out, calming they didn’t know the neighborhood well. But you knew the truth, the Red Room forbade it. So when they agreed to let you go, you and Natasha jumped at the chance. You were going as a vampire, Natasha found a witch costume, and Yelena was going as a fairy. Melina helped you with your makeup, paling your complexion, adding dark eye shadow, and drops of fake blood.

“Thank you, mama,” you said, standing up from her vanity. “It’s perfect.”

“Go change into your costume and tell Natalia I’m ready for her,” You nodded and found Natalia in the kitchen, scarfing down the last of her dinner and ran towards the master bedroom. On the way to your room, you passed Yelena’s. You heard quiet Sniffling from instead which was odd. Her room was always loud with whatever game she made up. “Lena,” you quietly said, walking in. The crying stopped but you heard it from the closet. Gently, you opened the door and found the blonde curled up on the floor. Her fairy costume on minus the wings and tears steaming down her cheeks. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” You asked. She wouldn’t answer, her green eyes wide and tiny chest heaving as she tried to get air in her lungs. “It’s me. Y/n. I need you to breath,” you took her hand and placed it on your chest. “Do you feel that?” She nodded. “I need you to copy how I breath, slowly in and out.” It took her a moment but soon her breathing matched yours. Her eyes were bloodshot, dried tears on her cheeks, and snot dripping out of her nose. A little gross but you were more worried about getting her breathing under control.

You sat on the floor, crossed your legs, and held out your hands with your palms facing up. Yelena began to trace each line. “What’s got you upset, little miss?” She shrugged. “Come on you can tell me. I’m your big sister.”

“Monsters,” she whispered. You wanted her to elaborate but you learned to be patient with the girl. Speaking for her or to much caused her to shut down. “What if the monsters come and get me?” Oh, your heart broke on how innocent she saw the world.

“Those monsters are just people in costume they aren’t real,” you told her but she wasn’t convinced. “You know how you like to play make believe. We pretended to be doctors, or fairies, or hikers climbing a dangerous mountain,” she nodded. “Halloween is a big game of pretend and make believe.”

“You promise the monsters won’t get me.” The smile you wore twitched but she missed it.

“The monsters won’t get you while I’m around,” you tickled her sides and she began to giggle. “Now let’s get you cleaned up and put some glitter on.”

“But daddy said no glitter,” you helped her stand up.

Halloween, Red Room

“What dad doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” you smiled. “Now come on!” But the bitter lie tasted sour in your mouth. The monsters she was afraid of weren’t the ones she should be worried about. Those monsters weren’t wearing masks or scary makeup. They were men that ordered little girls to kill and stripped them of their innocence and childhood. You weren’t sure how you were going to protect her from that.

*

“Do you know what day it is, malen’kiy pauk (little spider)?” Dreykov asked from behind his desk. You stood at attention, arms behind your back and looking down slightly.

“Halloween, sir,” Also almost 6 months since your sisters escaped the Red Room, were free from the clutches of this man. You wondered how they were doing. Did they miss you? We’re they going to try to come back for you?

Halloween, Avengers Compound

“Yes, Halloween,” he stood up and walked behind you. Goosebumps covered your skin at the feeling of his breath. “And I have a very special costume for you to wear?” Costume? You haven’t worn a costume since Ohio when you and your sisters ran around the neighborhood getting candy from every house. You were so filled with sugar and happiness that it was impossible for Melina to get you to bed. For once, you were a real kid. A Widow entered his office with the costume in her hands. “You are going to look absolutely delicious."

*

“Tony is throwing a Halloween party!” Yelena proclaimed as she opened your door without knocking. Luckily, you were working on your laptop and not doing another serious. It was also the only warning before she jumped on the bed, you moved your laptop in time. “Tony is having a Halloween party.” She repeated.

“I heard you the first time, sestra,” you flickered her for heard and she rubbed the spot with a pout. “What does that have to do with me?” You asked.

“It’s our first Halloween together since Ohio and I want us to do a group costume,” you raised a questioning eyebrow. Holidays weren’t celebrated in the Red room. It was another day to train or an easy eye to sneak into an event. You sighed.

“Okay, what do you have in mind?” An evil smile formed on her face. Oh, you were in so much trouble.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head,” she ruffled your hair. “I have the perfect costume in mind.” She jumped off your bed and headed for the door.

“Yelena,” you groaned. “I do not want to look ridiculous.”

“You won’t! Promise. You’ll look hot.” To be honest, that didn’t make you feel any better.

So Yelena wasn’t wrong, the costume was flattering. It was a purple v-neck dress with red accents. She got a bat shaped necklace and required you to wear red lip stick and vampire teeth. You had no idea who you were supposed to be but it was fun. Like you told Yelena all those years ago, Halloween was a big game of pretend and make believe. Then why did you feel so sick to your stomach? “I can’t believe she got us to do this,” you looked towards your door and saw Natasha. Her hair was back to her red color and curled. She was wearing a navy pant suit with purple finger less gloves. Around her neck was a yellow necklace with a purple jewel. You smiled.

“I’m not,” you straightened your dress before you sat on the edge of your bed. “She was always good at those puppy dog eyes, she got Melina and Alexei to do anything.” Natasha chuckled. “Besides I have no idea who we are.”

“The Hex Girls, they are from a cartoon show,” your sister walked into your room and sat down next to you. “Are you okay? You’ve been acting strange all week.” You sighed, picking at the fabric of your dress.

“Just not the biggest Halloween fan anymore,” you saw Natasha frown.

“What did he do?” She asked. You knew who she was talking about without having to say a name but you remained quiet. With a sigh, she moved you so you were facing her. Natasha held out her hands, palms up, and you smiled at the gesture. You were surprised she remembered. You began to trace the lines on her hand. It helped ground you.

“It was the first Halloween since you escaped,” you began. “He called me into his office and had a costume for me. It was a maid outfit, barely covered anything and he took me to a party,” you sighed. “There were a few other Widows but the guests were people in his inner circle and a few politicians from around the world. I didn’t want to be there and I didn’t want what they did to me either,” your hands were shaking and Natasha grabbed onto them.

“The monster is gone,” she said. “He can’t hurt you anymore.”

“But other people can,” you admitted. She sighed.

“Yes, that is true,” your sister slowly said. “What happened to you at that party won’t happen here. Tony may make a comment but none of them will touch you without your permission, okay?” You nodded. “If they don’t respect that I’ll cut their hands off then their dicks.” You laughed, shaking your head.

“Is it your turn to protect me from the monsters?” You teased.

“Yes,” she said without hesitation. “You’ve done it for to long now it’s our turn.” Before you could respond, there was a knock on your door.

“Looking good, sestras,” Yelena wore a long sleeve green dress and her blonde hair was in two pony tails. Her lip stick matched the color of her dress and she wore a choker and necklace.

“I feel like I should watch the cartoon these girls care from,” you said.

“Yeah,” you stood up. “There better be some good alcohol.” Natasha rolled her eyes.

“We’ll add it to the list. Scooby Doovis a timeless classic,” the blonde smiled. “Are you ready?” Natasha looked at you.

“That’s all Tony spends his money on.” Sometimes you could still feel his breath on your neck. His claws that were so deep inside you that you feared one day he would over power you. As you walked into the party with your sisters by your side and ignored the crude comment Tony threw at you, you felt normal. The monster was gone.

[lily-janus]

Someone Like You - chapter 2

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Summary: Roman is being... nice? And he seems to want to work with Janus? ...what's going on here?

Pairing: pre-romantic roceit

Warnings: disabillity, mentions of murder in the context of the play. I think that's it for this chapter, be sure to let me know if I missed anything.

Word count: 1,059

The second chapter is here! Still written by @prince-rowan-of-the-forest , not me yet, next week my part will start at the half of chapter 3. Hope you enjoy! @tsspromptmonth

It had been a few days since then. Janus had texted the number Roman had given him at lunch that day, since he didn't really feel like eating, Roman had replied with an indistinguishable string of emojis that Janus still had no clue the meaning of.

They had arranged to meet up at a local coffee shop that weekend to work on planning, he wondered why the hell Roman seemed so eager to meet up with him to work on this, usually his partners would get annoyed with his constant backwards talking and pessimism and give up on working together at all. This was new to him and he couldn't help but think this was some kind of long-winded trick.

He was just about to take a bite of his sandwich when he felt a tap on his left shoulder- his blind side. Completely on instinct Janus dropped the sandwich and whirled around as best he could in the chair and lashed out at the attacker, who yelped in surprise.

"Woah!" he said, "Sorry for startling you!"

And of course it was Roman, perfect, great, absolutely fantastic.

"I thought you would've seen me coming," Roman said sheepishly.

"Yes well being blind does make that slightly difficult," Janus said with a shrug before picking up his dropped sandwich from the table, "Did you actually want something or did you just come over here to make a fool of me like everyone else,"

"Make a fool of- no! Oh whatever, I came over here because I had some ideas for our project that I wished to share with you!" Roman said, "And also I noticed you were sitting alone which is kinda depressing so I thought I'd come over here and make you look less like a loner,"

"Gee thanks," Janus said, rolling his eyes, "Whatever would people think of you if they saw you with someone like me?"

"Not that I need anyone's permission or approval to talk to you," Roman said, sitting down on the table next to him. Janus shifted so he was just a little further away, "But I told my friends I was coming over here to work on our project so, no-one who matters actually cares,"

"Right… and what was so important that you had to interrupt my lunch to tell me?"

"Well!" Roman said, opening his bag and pulling out his notebook, before pushing it over to him, "Have a look!"

Janus raised an eyebrow at him before shaking his head and taking the book before pulling his glasses out of his pocket and putting them on. At least he’d remembered them today. .

The title page for their project was tabbed with a thin pink post-it note and upon opening it Janus found that the page had been decorated with colourful artwork that referenced the play, the three witches, a castle turret, some blood and a knife, he hated to admit it but it looked very pretty. Underneath the title Janus identified the writing as both of their names.

"Did you do all this?" Janus couldn't help but ask, pointing at the artwork. Roman nodded, "Where the hell do you people find the time for these things…"

"Turn the page!" Roman said with a smile, he seemed to be attempting to contain his excitement. Janus just shook his head and did as told. On the double page spread he found a title that read 'Roles and Costumes'.

"Is this- us?" Janus asked, looking at the two figures drawn onto one side of the page, he noticed that the drawing of him had his signature bowler hat that he wore everywhere and the picture of Roman had a little floating crown about his head.

Janus supposed those were to mark who each of them were, because the rest of the figure was just a base with no details, based on the title he could guess it was so they could experiment with the costume ideas.

On the opposite page was a list of the play's characters in order of significance and next to them, written in pencil, were either Janus' or Roman's name.

"I can't believe you put this much effort into this," Janus huffed. He had meant it as an insult, because who in their right mind puts this much effort into an English class project, but it only made Roman smile more. Janus hated to admit it made his heart flutter.

"Yes, well! I thought it might be best for us to go together on Saturday to have a look at a couple of locations I had in mind for filming, and I thought it might be helpful to have a vague idea of which of us would play each character beforehand,"

"You pegged me as Lady Macbeth?" Janus said, raising an eyebrow.

"Indeed! She's the cunning mind behind the murder plot after all," Roman said with a wide sweep of his arm, "And besides, I believe you'd be able to perform her soliloquys and muster her attitude better than I ever could,*

"And also you want to be Macbeth, Mr Main Character," Janus said, a small smile subconsciously pulling at his lips, Roman went red.

"Well- maybe…"

"And I see you get to murder me on multiple occasions," Janus pointed out where he was listed to play both Banquo and King Duncan.

"Hey! You get to murder me too! Don't you make out that this murder is one-sided!" Roman cried, pointing at where it said Janus' name next to Macduff, Janus smiled.

"Alright fine," Janus said, shaking his head, "You can have your way,"

"Yes!" Roman cheered, "So I think we should keep the more important characters consistent, but as for side characters, we'll need to switch around based on who is in the scene," Roman explained, Janus nodded.

"We're definitely not going to struggle with acting this out as just us two," Janus said, closing Roman's notebook and handing it back over.

"I'm sure we can find a way! Maybe we could use- puppets, or something, I dunno yet," Roman smiled, standing up, *Don't worry your pretty little face about it, see you Saturday!"

And he turned and walked off into the lunch crowd, leaving Janus staring after him. What the hell did that last statement mean? His face was anything but pretty, and he wasn't little, thank you very much.

[nancypullen]

Hello, October!

Oh, how I've missed this beautiful month. October is the best month of the year and you can't change my mind. What other month spends thirty days painting the world with jewel tones and then ends it all with a big costume party? I love my birthday month, but I do consider it just one long October Eve. And speaking of costume parties, I know a little girl who is very excited about dressing up for Halloween. Let's start at the beginning. Our precious grandgirl started kindergarten in September. She loves it. A couple of weeks into school the kids were tasked with bringing a "Me Bag" for Show and Tell. They were supposed to bring a few things at home that are special to them and basically tell the class about the things they like. A short time later there was a sort of open house at the school and this is what Tyler sent us.

Just a few short days later, she was out shopping with her parents and the very same girl who had been saying that she wanted to go trick-or-treating as Jasmine spotted this and declared that she had found her Halloween costume. I wish I could show her face because she is quite pleased with herself in the photo. Looks like she wore it right out of the store.

Is that a precious little witch or what? I wonder if her classmates went home and told their parents that there's a witch in their class. Much like her Grancy she may end up on prayer lists far and wide. Too funny.

While we're on the subject of magic, guess who colored her hair? I thought about it for a long time. I'd grown out the white for a year and though I didn't hate it, I also didn't love it. I suppose I just wasn't ready. I placed an order to Sally's (the closest one is about 40 minutes away) and chose a color I'd safely used over and over. Good ol' 9NN. I'm telling you, when I mixed the color and developer I felt like a junkie cooking up fix. I couldn't wait. The color is not what I remembered. Yikes. Maybe it seems darker because I spent so long with white hair. But I'm fine with it.

I hope that neck wrinkle is caused by the seatbelt and not old age. Pretty sure it's age. Oh well. I was actually on my way to a dinner with women! You guys, I'm trying so hard to break into this town and find friends. It really shouldn't be this hard. I swear I don't stink and I'm really very nice. I have even applied for a job. It's with the library, the same library that kept turning me away as a volunteer. I'm more than qualified, do you think I'll even get a call? I'll be surprised if I do, but I'll keep hope alive and try to keep positive thoughts. If it doesn't happen, life will still be dandy. Besides, I know a little witch who might be able to cast a spell for me. Alright, enough of this prattle. My bag is waiting by the door and I'm heading to bed early to try to sleep before our early morning wakeup. I can never sleep the night before a trip. I suppose I could nibble a gummie. I have to leave those behind because Ireland has very strict rules about any sort of cannabis product and I really don't care to be nabbed at customs and thrown in prison. I've seen enough episodes of Locked Up Abroad to know that I'm too nice for prison. Looks like I'll be popping ibuprofen for a couple weeks. A little discomfort in exchange for castles and the Cliffs of Moher That's a good trade. Oh, the word comfort reminds me. One of the many gift cards I received on my 60th was an Amazon card. One of the purchases I made with it was this outfit to wear on the flight.

I will admit, that for just $29 I did not have high hopes - but it's fabulous!! So comfy, so soft and light. It's wonderful! Four pieces, the jogger pants, a short sleeved tee, a tank, and a cardigan, all in a lightweight jersey-type fabric. I love it so much that I'll definitely buy it in another color (my set is basic black). It runs true to size, so just order your regular size and it should fit just fine. Here's a link:

I'm really leaving this time. Going to grab a book and hopefully read myself to sleep. Tomorrow will be a long day. Because of an airline schedule change we have an extremely long layover in Toronto, like most of the day. Maybe that will work in my favor and I'll conk out on the flight to Dublin. I rarely sleep on planes and that makes me bleary-eyed on arrival. This might be just the thing to make me tired enough to get some shut-eye on the way over. Fingers crossed. Next post will be from Ireland. Our Air BnB supposedly has excellent wi-fi, probably better than many of the hotels we've stayed in on past trips. That's good news. Brace yourself for too many photos. Stay safe, stay well. XOXO, Nancy

[aparticularbandit]

For Fake: Chapter Five

Summary: America lied about having a girlfriend to get her moms off her back, but when they want to meet said girlfriend, she asks her good friend Viv to step in and help.

Viv Vision/America Chavez

Chapter Rating: G. Fic Rating: T.

AO3

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punchesstars: merry christmas! notanandroid: Merry Christmas. punchesstars: wut r u and ur dad doing notanandroid: We plan to open presents and watch holiday movies. punchesstars: u do presents? notanandroid: Of course.  It as an essential part of the Christmas celebration. notanandroid: Last year, my father got me new notebooks for school, and I got him a new cape. notanandroid: Once, my brother got a football, even though it was not in season, and my mother got a beautiful bouquet of roses, also not in season. punchesstars: oh punchesstars: do u miss ur mom punchesstars: i miss mine

punchesstars: viv? notanandroid: No.  I do not miss my mother. punchesstars: oh

punchesstars: wut u get ur dad notanandroid: I bought him a hat. punchesstars: he wears hats????? notanandroid: No. notanandroid: I thought it would be amusing. notanandroid: I left it in his stocking. punchessstars: wut about santa notanandroid: ???? punchesstars: stockings r 4 santa notanandroid: Santa is a myth based on the person of Saint Nicholas, who died 1680 years and 17 days ago.  It is mathematically impossible for him to visit every house with a stocking in it throughout the world, unless he has access to magic.  In this case, it is likely that one of your mothers has met him.  Perhaps you should ask them if he still lives? punchesstars: uh punchesstars: ur weird notanandroid: My father wore a Santa suit at my first Christmas.  He thought Vin and I were missing something many children had.  It was pleasant. punchesstars: vin ur bro? notanandroid: Yes. notanandroid: My father wanted him to wear an elf costume. notanandroid: He refused. punchesstars: uh notanandroid: My mother also had a Santa dress.  I believe she would have been referred to as Mrs. Claus.

punchesstars: did u wear something? notanandroid: No. punchesstars: oh

notanandroid: Merry Christmas, America. punchesstars: merry christmas viv

~

Christmas at the Vision household comes and goes without much comment.

Vision pulls his hat out of his stocking and thanks Viv, corrects himself and thanks Santa, and then corrects himself again and thanks Santa Viv.  He places it on his head and gives her a smile.  She is not sure that he understands that it is a joke.

Viv reaches into her own stocking and pulls out a pair of rainbow gloves with the fingers half missing.  They are not cut off, so they must be intended to be this way.  This makes no sense.  Gloves were created to keep the hands warm, and the fingers are the part of the hands that are likely to grow the most cold, given how circulation of blood in the human body functions.  Perhaps this, too, is meant to be a joke.  She pulls the first glove on but finds that she likes the way it looks, although the stripes of Crayola red do not match the burgundy scarlet of her skin.

“Thank you, Father.”  Viv looks up, catches the expression her father wears, and corrects herself.  “Thank you, Santa Father.”

Vision grins.

Beyond that, there is not much to report.

They have their Christmas feast, although neither of them need to eat.  They watch Christmas movies, although Viv spends most of the Home Alone films commenting on how all of Kevin’s traps should actually have killed the intruders.  Before they start the second movie, they stop to discuss whether Kevin has the right to kill the intruders, given that in the first movie, his actions are technically in self-defense.  Eventually, they pause their holiday movie marathon to take the leftovers of their feast to others who need it.

They do not need to eat.  They do not need leftovers.

Her father fakes a yawn to indicate it is time for them to sleep, and Viv crawls into her bed, covers herself in blankets, and stares out at her room.  She wonders, briefly, what traditions they would have made if her mother and brother were still alive.  Maybe they might have seen an old football game, although they knew the winners, so that her brother might study the plays.

Maybe, instead, they might have seen something from Shakespeare.  Vin loved Shakespeare.  That seems more likely.  They could have discussed the choices the characters made and the word play.  That seems like something they all would have enjoyed, instead of trying to make sense of a game that leads to so much head trauma.

(Vin would have said it could not cause him head trauma.  He would have been right.)

And her mother….

Viv turns over, closes her eyes, and ends most of her processes so that her mind can defrag.  She does not need to sleep, but she does not want to remember.  It’s hard to think of her mother with her emotional core turned off.  So she does not try.

~

The next morning, Viv wakes to find her father waiting for her at their dining room table, the one that, technically speaking, they do not need.  His eyes do not move from her as she passes him, as she grabs a cup of milk from their fridge.  Again, she does not need it, but there’s something nice about the way the cold feels in her mouth, about the neutral taste it provides.  Just because food and drink are not necessary does not mean that she cannot enjoy them.  It does, however, mean that milk is often the only thing in their fridge, that the cups she uses are the only ones that need to be cleaned.

“Viv,” her father begins, “you are aware that we had plans for today.”

“I am aware that you marked the day on our shared calendar, but you have chosen not to reveal your plans to me.”  Viv sits at the dining table in the spot that is hers.  It does not matter how many years have passed, there still are and will always be spots designated for her missing mother and brother.  She does not look at those spots as she takes another sip of her milk.

“I believed that it would be better as a surprise.”

Viv blinks twice.  She turns to her father.  “You still do not wish to tell me where we are going or what we are doing?”  She meets his eyes.  “How am I to prepare for the occasion unless I know?”

Her father averts his gaze.  He clasps his hands atop their table and stares at them instead.  “I thought that it might be nice to spend time with family.”

“We do not have any family.”

Technically speaking, this is not true.  For all that Ultron, her father’s creator, might appear to be dead now, it is quite likely that he is, instead, somewhere rebuilding himself.  Her father would not wish to spend time with him.  Tony Stark is dead.  It is unlikely his living family would consider them as such.  Bruce Banner is…elsewhere, and it is quite likely that his family does not realize that he was involved in her father’s creation.  She can think of no one else.

Her father continues to avoid her gaze.  “I did.  Once.  Before you.”

Viv feels no shock.  She could – turning off her emotional core does not always prevent all of her emotions, sometimes it only suppresses them – but if she is truly honest with herself, this is, of course, the logical answer.  She is the only one at fault for not realizing it sooner.

“You mean Wanda.”

Her father finally looks up and meets her eyes.  “Yes,” he admits, “I mean Wanda.”

~

For the second time within the span of a week, Viv finds herself standing outside of the Harkness-Maximoff household.  She’s not nearly as well dressed as she was the last time around; she favors tan pants and an emerald green sweater today, with her new gloves peeking out from the too long sleeves.  Her father – well, he dresses like someone visiting his ex the day after Christmas, and the fact that he wears the joke hat Viv bought for him means that perhaps he isn’t taking this day as seriously as expected either.

Honestly, who invites their ex over for—

When Wanda opens the door, her deep green eyes land on Viv first, and that answers the question Viv hadn’t even gotten the chance to finish.  This was less about Vision himself than it was about her, and when she looks up at her father and sees the firm expression on his face, her heart sinks.  This is absolutely about her.  It is, and they’d decided this before Wanda found out that she and America were dating – they aren’t, but that does not matter in the grand scheme of things.  It only matters that they believe she is, that something about this “family” time might have now switched from a jovial celebration of the holidays to something like an intervention.

“Wanda.”  Her father’s voice sounds like gravel.  “I apologize for our intrusion.”

“Don’t worry about it, Vis.  I invited you.  That means we want you here.”

“Of course.”

They carry on this conversation as though it is between them, and while Wanda’s eyes flick to Vision for a brief moment, they return to Viv within a second heartbeat.  “Merry Christmas, Viv,” she says with a warm smile and an even warmer tone.

This is fake.  This is all fake.

“It is no longer Christmas.”  Viv meets Wanda’s eyes with her own golden ones.  “I believe you have misspoken.”

Wanda’s smile does not change, even as Vision places a hand on Viv’s shoulder and tightens his grasp.  “You’re right,” Wanda says, ignoring Vision’s actions, and her head tilts gentle to one side.  “It’s not Christmas anymore.  But it’s still good to see you.”  She opens the door wide and gestures inside with one hand.  “Why don’t you two come in?  Agatha and America are still in the kitchen; Agatha’s teaching her some finer points of cooking.”

Vision nods and takes his hand from Viv’s shoulder.  “Thank you, Wanda,” he says, gentle as anything, “for inviting us.”

“Of course,” Wanda says again, and her smile drops as Viv passes her on the way inside.  “We’re family.”

Viv sees her mother in Wanda’s eyes, and she shudders.

~

“Did you know?”

It isn’t the first thing Viv says when she finds America because, notably, America is in the kitchen with Agatha, who is trying to teach her something of cooking while America apparently keeps wanting to add chocolate to dishes that would likely not taste better with chocolate.  (Viv does not know this from her own experience, as she does not need to eat and so often does not, but she sees Agatha more than once preventing America from drizzling chocolate syrup in multiple dishes within the span of three minutes, and considers that Agatha knows more about these sorts of things than she does.

But the moment America realizes that Viv is there and is able to tear herself away from Agatha, they’re outside, in the cold, with snow barely covering the ground.  It isn’t the best place to talk – America keeps shivering – but while Agatha was perfectly fine with their going upstairs to chat, Wanda took one look at both of them and mentioned, “You two shouldn’t be upstairs without supervision,” which lead Vision to turn to her with a confused expression, which further lead to Wanda’s brows raising and the start of, “Didn’t you know?” – at which point Viv tugged America away from the both of them and America, scowling, took them outside.

(Agatha asked.  America complained about Wanda.  Agatha agreed.)

But now they’re outside, both of them with their arms crossed for wildly different reasons, and Viv stares down at America and asks, pointblank, with no frustration in her voice because she barely feels it, “Did you know?”

“No!” America exclaims, eyes wide.  “I didn’t!  I didn’t even know anyone was coming until you showed up!”  She tightens her crossed arms a little more tightly against herself and scowls.  “I was looking forward to cooking with Mom.  I thought, maybe if she taught me a few things, I could surprise Joey next time I’m at the diner.”  She sighs.  “Should’ve know better when she wouldn’t let me play with our food.”

Admittedly, this does not make things any better.  Viv can think of no reason why they would not have told America about their visit ahead of time – and why she would not have been told about their visit ahead of time – unless the adults were all planning something, something they didn’t want America – or Viv – to plan around.  She sighs.  “I did not want my father to know.”

“I’m sorry.”

“This will be so much worse now that he knows.”

“I’m sorry,” America repeats, unable to meet Viv’s eyes.  “I didn’t know.”

“I know.”

Viv wants to pace back and forth, but there’s no reason to do so.  She can think just as well standing still as she does moving.  It’s funny how even when she breathes, her breath creates puffs of small cloud in the air before they dissipate.  They’re smaller than America’s.  She takes a deep breath in.  It doesn’t matter.  None of it matters.

She feels nothing.

(She feels trapped.)

Before she can do anything else, though, America wraps her arms around her in a warm, albeit sloppy, hug.  “It’s going to be okay,” she says, resting her head on Viv’s shoulder as she hugs her.  “Our parents aren’t mean.  They can’t mean anything bad by it.  So.”  She steps back, hands on Viv’s shoulders, and gives her a grin.  “It’ll be fine!”

Viv thinks of her mother and thinks that America can’t say anything about what their parents are like.  Still, she looks at America, whose lips are turning the slightest shade of blue from the cold, and nods.  “You are correct,” she lies.  “Our parents certainly do not mean to harm us.”  She offers America a slight smile of her own.  “Let us return inside.  We cannot know what they want until they reveal it to us, and we cannot find that out while we stay out here.”

“Yeah.”  America’s grin spreads.  “What you said.”

But as they walk inside, America takes Viv’s hand in her own, and her eyes widen.  “Cool gloves.  Where’d you get them?”

“They were a Christmas present from my father.”  Viv holds up her other hand and stares at the rainbow stripes.  “You can ask him, if you would like.”  She considers, then her head tilts to one side.  “Here.”  She removes the gloves and hands them to America.  “You are meant to be my girlfriend, and I gave you no present.  You may take these.”

America’s eyes widen even more.  “Oh.  Uh.  I didn’t get you anything either.”  She pats her pockets for a few seconds, then snaps her fingers.  She unhooks one of her necklaces – one with a rainbow bridged between two clouds dangling from it – and hands it to Viv.  “A rainbow for a rainbow!”  She hooks it around Viv’s neck – she’s so close that Viv can smell the musty tang of her soap – and then stands back with a grin.  “It looks good on you.”

Viv pats the necklace, feels where it hangs just next to her mother’s.  “Thank you.”

America shrugs.  “’Course.”  She tilts her head to the house.  “Now can we go inside?  It’s freezing out here!”

“Sure.”

~

For a little while, everything is normal.

Or, at least, as normal as it can be.

Vision keeps giving Viv side-eye as they eat.  Viv ignores him as much as possible and focuses entirely on the food in front of her, which tastes just as wonderful as it had the last time she was here.  Agatha tries – constantly – to redirect conversation and change subjects, but it doesn’t feel as overwhelmingly one-sided as it has last time.  She’s not trying to dominate while Wanda takes in each and every subtle change of Viv and America’s expressions.  She’s normal.  At least as normal as any of them can be.

But Viv can’t stop the sneaking suspicion that something is going to go wrong.  That something is meant to go wrong.  And the longer nothing goes wrong, the more uncomfortable she gets.

Finally, while Agatha and America set up Super Smash Bros (something about it being one of the few games they could play together as a family, as though board games don’t exist (Vision promotes Trivial Pursuit, but that goes nowhere)), Viv’s father takes her to the side and asks, “Why did you not tell me that you and America were dating?”

Viv is not very good at lying.  She is worse when it comes to lying to her father.  “I did not think it was very important.”

Her father’s eyes widen.  “Why would it not be important?”

“I do not know.”  Viv wraps her arms around herself and avoids her father’s stern gaze.  “I thought you would disapprove.”

Hurt flickers across her father’s face.  This is part of what makes it worse – for every hurt Viv has felt and shut down with her emotional core, her father has felt just as many, if not more, and he has made no such decision.  (She knows he disapproves of what she’s done, but at least he respects it.  He hasn’t forced it back on.)  “Oh,” he says, and there’s pain in that, too.

Viv hates it.

“I did not intend to harm you, Father.”  Viv glances up and tries to meet his wounded gaze.  “I wanted to wait to tell you until we were sure of things.  I did not want to give you unnecessary hope.”

“Of course.”  Her father does not meet her eyes.  “I understand.”  He breathes in and lets it out.  “Wanda does not believe this is right, given that your emotional core has been turned off.”  Now, he meets her eyes; now, when he must feel as though he has some ground in the conversation.  “I am not sure that this is fair to America.  If you break up, she will feel that pain more than you do.  You cannot—”

“Father.”  Viv cuts him off.  “You have only just learned of our relationship, and already you believe that we will break up?”

“It is only logical.”  Her father’s face grows hard – not against her, but against himself.  “Most relationships end in such a manner.”  He pauses, then says even softer, “Most relationships end.”  He holds her gaze.  “If you cannot deal with the end of other relationships, then how will you deal with this one?  You would add this to—”

“Hey!”  America appears as though out of nowhere, ropes her arm around Viv’s, and gives her a tug.  “The game’s all set up.  You ready to play?”  Her gaze flicks from Viv’s to Vision’s and then back again.

Vision only shakes his head.  “I do not believe I am in the mood to play any such games at the moment.  My sincerest apologies.”  He glances outside.  “I believe it would be best if I take a walk.”

America blinks.  “Uh.  Sure.  You want Mom to go with you?  I’m sure she would love to—”

“I would prefer to go alone.”  Vision cuts her off and starts for the back door.  Once outside, he begins to hover and then flies off as though he was never there to begin with.

“Uh.  Okay.”  America tugs on Viv’s arm again.  “He’s, uh.  He’s gonna be okay, right?  Like, he’s not mad at you, or anything, is he?”

Viv shakes her head.  “I do not believe he is mad, only worried and hurt.  He is in pain because I did not tell him about our relationship.  He will heal.”  She does not mention her father’s comments on the ending of relationships.  That would do America no good to hear, considering all of the variables.  “He will return when he is ready.”

But as Viv follows America back to the living room, she cannot help but turn to the back door and stare at the place where her father left.

~

Vision does not return to the party.

~

Viv returns home to a house with all of its lights off and finds that her father is not there either.

Then she sits, cross-legged, in her bed and considers everything again for another moment before turning her emotional core back on.

She threads her fingers through her two necklaces – America’s and her mother’s – and quickly begins to cry.

[teddyrb]

Relax

Robin Buckley x Fem!reader

Genre - Fluff.

Warnings - Reader is anxious?

Summary - Robin calms reader down before they go on for their school play.

A/N - I feel like Robin would definitely be in the crew for the school productions, also I picked An Inspector Calls because I thought it was the most interesting play I had about in my room.

Word count - 537

You were panicking - it was opening night for the school play and you we're playing a main character. You we're playing Sheila Birling in Hawkins High School's performance of An Inspector Calls. You'd gotten a main part because only seven people auditioned and only three of them were girls, the play had almost been cancelled had an English teacher not intervened with the perfect play, It hadn't left room for secondary characters so you wound up playing a lead. You knew your lines inside and out but there was a part of you nagging, telling yourself that you were going to mess up.

A part of you felt silly for the costume which was an evening gown from 1912 when the play was set, the costume was tight fitting and wasn't like the clothes you wore in your day to day. It was thirty minutes until the play started and you couldn't stop your hands from shaking and your breathing was uneven. There was a knock at the door, Robin Buckley entered. Robin was a techie for the play and had been the one to take most of the notes in rehearsals for the lighting and set.

"Hey, sorry, I just wanted to tell you it's twenty-five minutes until the five minute call. I just wanted to make sure that you're ready." Robin rushed to explain.

You looked at her confused. "Why are you apologising?"

She got flustered. "Well, you're getting ready and I interrupted you." You smiled at her and she calmed down.

"Honestly, I could use the distraction." You showed her your still shaking hands. "I'm kinda freaking out right now."

She walked over to you and sat on the chair beside you. "You don't need to worry, I've seen you rehearse this a hundred time. You're amazing, Y/N."

"Thanks, Robin but I don't know. I feel like something's gonna go wrong, like I'll knock over the decanter or I'm gonna sit down and miss the chair completely."

Robin laughed before she could stop herself. "I'm sorry, but I promise if you do anything embarrassing I'll turn all of the lights off as soon as possible. And besides I doubt you'll be the one to mess up, Marian still doesn't know her cues so I think you're in the clear."

"Thanks, I'll hold you to that promise though." You looked at your hand, they were still shaking. Robin clasped her hands around your own.

"Relax, thinking about all of the ways you could possibly mess up isn't going to help your nerves." You felt like she was talking to a puppy, she sounded so delicate and caring.

You nodded your head in agreement. "Okay, I can do this." She smiled brightly at your positivity. "Do you need to go check on the others?"

Robin checked back in to why she had come in here in the first place. "Oh my God, yes. I've gotta go but stay calm." She looked at the clock on the wall.

"Okay, will you meet me after we've finished, I'd like to hang out? If that's okay with you." You asked before she walked out of your dressing room, Robin turned around and nodded at you before she left.

[yunoysl]

nintendhoe

part of the boy toyz series

Summary: You didn’t know your best friend was your favorite camboy, and you’ve been having VERY explicit conversations with him.

Pairing: camboy!jaemin, gamer!jaemin (and sub!jaemin) x fem!reader

Word count: 4.3k

Warnings: sub!jaemin, jaemin also wears a maid costume and a garter belt, vibrator usage, overstimulation, handjob, blowjob, cum swallowing

Taglist: @youngholuvb0t @nctlover94 @marklexleaf @idkwhattotypeinhere @jaeminie-cricket @nanascupid @heyychannie @chitaphrrrr @nctlovesme

AUTHORS NOTE: oh my god this is FINALLY here. I hate myself for procrastinating so hard :) but it’s here and I hope it meets your expectations. Also this is my second time trying to post this. Its also mostly proofread so I’m sorry if there’s any errors.

“You know what we should do?” You ask Jaemin while you’re in the middle of doing a very important assignment — and not to mention extremely boring. Although Jaemin might love you, he looks like he’s finally done with you. You’ve been nonstop for the past hour trying to do anything but your schoolwork.

“Finish our assignments like we’re supposed to be finishing?”

“Other than that. We should have a sleepover!”

“That sounds really fun actually”

“Of course it does, I came up with it”

“Don’t get so cocky now”

“I hang out with you. We should have it on Friday”

“Friday? As in… the Friday that’s coming up?”

“Yes, why? Is that a problem”

“No-no, not at all” except that’s when he’s suppose to be live-streaming.

“Yay! I’ll get everything that we need for it and you just have to show up”

“I don’t have to bring anything with me?”

“Nope, just your cute little ass” that made Jaemin swallow. What do you know about his ass, have you seen it, are you hinting at him that you know? No, he should calm down.

“Okay, now can I please get to doing my work”

“Fine, I’ll bother you again in an hour” Jaemin rolls his eyes at you and turns back to his work in front of him, leaving you to have to also do yours.

You’re halfway finished when you remember that on Fridays is when your favorite camboy streams, and you’re gonna have to miss it.

You get kinda sad about having to miss him, but your little camboy can survive without you for one Friday.

You’re at one of Jung Jaehyun’s infamous Halloween party. You weren’t gonna attend at first, since it’s on a Friday which meant you were gonna have to miss out on seeing your little camboy for the second week in a row, but he made a post saying he wasn’t going to be streaming again this week, he also didn’t stream the day you had the sleepover with Jaemin, so you thankfully didn’t miss out on anything.

You weren’t planning on coming to it so you’d didn’t have a costume to wear to it, making you have to improvise. You found a sparkly white dress that you hadn’t worn since sophomore year of high school because it stopped fitting you, but this is a college party, small and tight outfits that literally don’t fit you is the perfect way to go. You also thankfully found old angel wings in the garage that were from a halloween costume in middle school, you wore it to match with Jaemin’s devil costume at the time.

“Look at this sweet angel we have here” Jaehyun’s voice fills your ears as he approaches you getting a drink in his kitchen.

“Shut it, Jung”

“I’m just compliment you” he raises his hands up in defense. He’s costume is a firefighter outfit, except it’s open and he’s not wearing a shirt underneath it so his toned bare chest is out for everyone to see.

“Where’s your little boy toy best friend. It’s not normal for him to not be following you around like a lost little puppy”

“He said he was going to be a little late so he asked me to catch a ride with Haechan and Renjun”

“How sweet of him, looking out for his little friend”

“Don’t you have other people to go greet and bother”

“Maybe you’re wearing the wrong costume, you’re anything but an angel. Also, yes you’re right, I do have others to bother. I’ll see you when it’s your turn again”

Jaehyun leaves to go bother a group of girls, probably wanting them to feed his ego and compliment him on his costume. Haechan and Renjun left you go do nonsense like always so you were bored having to wait for Jaemin so you decided to go on your phone, checking to see if there’s anything new.

You decide to go into your favorite camboy website to see if your favorite camboy is currently streaming.

You don’t see anything, but what you do see is a post he made. It’s of him wearing a pink maid costume — his face is obviously not shown, it’s from the neck down — with the caption “sorry I won’t be streaming again today, but here’s my Halloween costume I’m going to be wearing today, who knows you might be seeing it soon in a stream of mine ;)” with the comment being filled with praises about how good he looks, how they’ll miss him but hope he has fun tonight, and how they can’t wait to see him in it live in action.

The comments are indeed right, he does look good, and you wish you could see him in it, but it would have to wait.

You hear footsteps heading towards the kitchen where you are, making you hurriedly close the tab and put your phone away. No one knows what you do in the privacy of your own room, and now one needs to know.

You grab your drink to make it look like you’re doing something. While you’re in the middle of swallowing your drink you see who comes in.

It’s jaemin, and he’s wearing a maid outfit, and it’s pink. You choke on your drink, making Jaemin have to come up to you to bang on your back. You’re happy when you can breathe again.

You look at Jaemin with wide eyes, starting at him up and down in his costume that took you by surprise.

“Jaem, you’re a maid…”

“It wasn’t my choice. I made a bet with Haechan that if he got a higher score than me on our test he would get to pick my costume” It’s a lie. There is no bet he made with Haechan, but he needed an excuse to why he’s wearing it.

“Oh, well then let’s go, everyone’s been waiting for you” you want to question him, but then he would also start to question you, so you decide to leave it and decide that it’s just a coincidence that your best friend Jaemin, was wearing the same Halloween costume as your favorite camboy that he had posted in not too long ago.

Although Jaemin loves being a camboy, he still wants to keep his identity a secret. When he’s doing his comboy work, he even goes through all the work of removing everything on one specific wall to have it just be a blank white wall so no one he knows is able to notice that it looks similar. Even goes as far as removing any jewelry that he was wearing that day.

He’s not taking any chances of having his cover blown.

He also doesn’t use his real name, he uses N, the first letter of his surname since he thought using J would be a little too obvious if someone questioned if it was him.

He did get a little scared when you say him and choked on your drink. He thought you knew something, but you never said anything to him so he just brushed it off as him being paranoid.

He’s about to start live-streaming himself playing a video game. He also grabs his vibrator that he keeps hidden since his friends like to randomly burst into his bedroom.

He has one of those vibrators that’s controlled by chat donations, and whoever gives the highest amount gets to control it.

He first heard about being a camboy from hearing a classmate talking about it. Jaemin was looking for jobs, and no matter how many he applied to no one ever called him back, maybe it’s because he had no experience working, but how is he suppose to gain experience if no one will hire him. He heard the classmate talking about how one of his friends got into doing camboy work and had seen more money in a week than he had in two months working his 9 to 5 job.

Jaemin desperately needed money, and he was running out of time and options, so he decided to give it a try, and his classmates friend wasn’t wrong. Although he only streams once a week, it’s more money than he had ever seen in his entire life, so he continued doing it, quickly raising enough money to cover his tuition for his last year of university, and still having some left over.

It brings in good money, but that doesn’t mean that it’s always fun. It’s not fun when he has creepy people in the chat. Or when said creepy people message him asking- no, demanding that he send them pictures of him because they donated money so they suddenly think they’re entitled to knowing his real identity. Jaemin blocks them, and he doesn’t feel bad for it. Just because he’s doing sex work doesn’t mean people get to treat him like he’s less than, and that he doesn’t deserve respect.

He logs onto the camboy website he uses to let people know he’s on and is about to stream. He discards of all his clothes and jewelry and grabs a black masquerade mask he bought at a Halloween store to put on. He only streams with half of his face on screen, but he’s not taking any chances, and also sometimes people donate asking to see his eyes — which they’ve said looks like he has stars in his eyes — so it comes in handy.

When he finally goes live he sees 300 people are already there, they were waiting for him. The donations quickly come in, along with comments of “I missed you” “you’re finally back” “those two weeks without you were hell :(“ it warms Jaemin’s heart that people like him enough to always want to see him.

“Hi everyone. I’m sorry I didn’t stream for two weeks, I was very busy and wasn’t able to stream. But, I’m finally here, and I’m also going to be playing a game”

Is the vibrator there too

“Yes, it’s on, and it’s ready to be used”

What are you going to be playing today

“Animal crossing, I know it’s a little weird but I wanted to play something stress free for my time back”

You should’ve worn the maid uniform

“Another time. Luckily for you I have the vibrator with me”

The comments get flooded with praises.

Pretty boy

You never disappoint.

Fuck, the maid outfit you posted in had me horny for hours.

ding. $20

ding. $30

The donations to take control of the vibrator quickly come in, taking him by surprise and making him jump in his seat at the shock it bring throughout his body. Although he’s used it several times on stream already, it still surprises him. People clearly didn’t like that he was able to talk properly, trying to one up each other on who can donate the most money and control the vibrator.

ding. $60

ding. $70

ding. $100

ding. $150

He doesn’t know the person who has currently donated the most amount right now is you, leaving all the control in your hands.

You start off slow, not wanting to do too much as you want him to get used to it first, but that doesn’t last long, since you like seeing him needy and whimpering.

It doesn’t take long for you to overstimulation him, lowering the vibrations of it just as he’s about to cum, making him whine out to everyone seeing, not embarrassed whatsoever that he’s being this needy for someone he doesn’t even know. or so he thinks.

He starts trembling from overstimulation as his chest heaves. It’s hard for him to focus on his game as the vibrations increase and then decrease when he feels himself about to cum for the fourth time.

He turns into a whimpering mess by you who keeps donating. He’s begging, but he’s not sure what he’s exactly begging for, either to stop or for more. His vision is slightly blurry, he drops his Nintendo switch onto the floor, not caring at all if it broke as he grips the arm of his gaming chair.

He feels his cock twitch for the fifth time, begging to whatever’s out there to let you finally let him cum, he can’t handle it anymore.

He’s relieved when he finally gets to cum. His body shakes and he’s constantly letting out moans from finally being able to release his semen. Cum has smeared on his keyboard, his thighs, the floor. He falls back onto his chair, his chest rising and falling as the last drop of semen squirts out of his tip.

He whimpers out a thank you to you.

He’s breathing heavily and trying to catch his breath as he cleans up the mess that he made. He bids everyone goodbye when he’s calmed down.

Just as you’renabout to leave the website, you get a notification that you got a message.

N: Thank you for letting me cum

It’s your little camboy that you just spent overstimulation for almost an hour.

You: You’re welcome, always happy to help

N: What else would you help me with?

You: Anything you want, maybe I would even do it online for everyone else to see how dirty you really are

N: Fuck

You smile at his response, pride filing your at how you’re able to make him feel.

You: Maybe some day

You reply back to him before logging off and heading to bed to sleep.

You’re online waiting for your favorite Camboy to start streaming. You’re been having a stressful day and all you want is to see him and take some of it away.

The little active button turns green, letting you know he’s on and is about to turn his screen on.

When he finally comes on, you feel a wave of stress leave your body. You don’t know why just seeing him calms you down.

He’s in the middle of talking and reading his comments when you notice something.

You notice his bracelet that you have never seen him wear before. It looks eerily similar to the one you got Jaemin for his birthday. It even has the same J charm that you put on his. You try to convince yourself that it’s just another coincidence, but you got his bracelet at a random kiosk that wasn’t there when you went back a month later wanting to get one for yourself so you can match with him.

Would it really be a coincidence that this camboy was wearing the same Halloween costume as your best friend, and now has the same kiosk bracelet as him.

How much of a coincidence would it be that he ALSO bought the same kiosk bracelet, with the same J charm. He goes by N, so why does he have a J charm if his name doesn’t start with the letter J?

Youve seen how much money he gets donated — heck YOU’VE donated money to him, and you know how much you give him every Friday — why would he buy $22 jewelry from a RANDOM FREAKING KIOSK.

You don’t know what to do, or how to react to this. Should you be happy? Sad? Angry? Out of everyone you would’ve expected to do camboy work, Jaemin is all the way at the bottom of the list, so for him to end up being your favorite is something you don’t know how to feel about.

You zone out throughout the whole time he’s on, only coming back to earth when he says bye and turns off his camera. You sit there on your bed for what you think is 30 minutes. You don’t know what to do or what to think. Should you confront him about it? But if you do then you’re going to be admitting that you watch camboys, and Jaemin uses anything to blackmail you with.

You finally decide to gain the courage and text him to come over. He says he’s going to be there in about 39 minutes, giving you enough time to calm your beating heart.

You’re still deep in your mind thinking when Jaemin comes over. You don’t know how to approach him about this, how do you tell your best friend that you think he’s your favorite camboy you’ve been having VERY explicit conversations with.

“Hey Jaemin”

“Yeah”

“Wh-What do you do on Friday’s”

“Oh— um— I just lay in bed and watch movies”

“Well it’s just that…”

“What?”

“Are you N the camboy? User nintendhoe?”

Jaemin’s heart drops. He thought he did a good job at making it not obvious. Of course his best friend was the one who was gonna find out about it. Luck is just always on his side.

“Yes” he looks down at the floor, his shoes suddenly becoming interesting.

“Jaemin, why didn’t you tell me”

“Well I mean, it’s not exactly something you can tell everyone”

“But I’m your best friend”

“Well I… I don’t know why I didn’t tell you”

“Did you think I would shame you or something”

“No, I just wanted to keep this a secret from everyone. I didn’t think I would be doing it for this long”

You both sit in silence, not knowing what else to say to each other, until Jaemin breaks it with a question you were shy to answer.

“Wait, how did you even find out it was me”

“Umm… it’s getting really late and we both have work tomorrow you should head home”

“Y/N” he stares at you with a look that says he’s not going anywhere until you answer him.

“Okay, umm… I might be… one of your top donators”

“You’re the one who was overstimulating me aren’t you”

“How did you know that?”

“I may or may not have sneaked a peak at your phone once, and I may or may not have seen a certain app being open with overstimulation being one of the saved tags”

Your wish the ground would open up and swallow you right now.

“Please someone kill me right now”

“Hey I’m a camboy, I am not judging you whatsoever, it’s actually kind of hot”

“What!”

“I’m being honest”

“Okay you seriously need to leave” you’re pushing Jaemin towards the door while he’s planting his feet on the ground to not move.

“Wait just hear me out”

“I’m embarrassed please leave already” you’re trying your hardest to push him out of your place, but he’s not budging.

“What if you joined me” you stop your hand from opening the door as you freeze where you are. You turn towards him to see if he’s joking. He’s not.

“What?”

“In my camboy work, what if you joined me”

“Jaemin, stop joking about this”

“Who said I was joking. I mean it’s kinda cute, best friends to lovers”

“We’re not lovers”

“Yet”

“You’re irritating” you both have a staring content until you finally break. “What would I have to do”

“I don’t know, whatever you want. Handjob, blowjob, use a vibrator on me” he really can’t be serious.

“I’m gonna have to think about this”

“You have a week to decide. I’m just saying, I’ve seen the way you look at me when I’m shirtless, so I don’t think it would be the worst thing in the world” Jaemin opens your door to leave, leaving you alone in your apartment as you try to collect everything that just happened.

“Are you sure you want to be doing this” You gave him your answer three days later after suggesting that you join him. You showed up to his place an hour before he starts live-streaming, and it’s safe to say that you’re nervous. You’ve never done something like this before, you’ve never had an audience before. Are they going to like you? Will they hate you? Will someone find out who you are? Will the hate get so bad that Jaemin stops being friends with you?

“Yeah, I’m- I’m sure” he notices that you’re nervous, but he can also tell that you also really want to do this.

He pulls you to his bedroom, letting you see that he’s already removed everything from the wall he streams in front of. Being the in same bedroom with same person you’ve sent explicit messages too who you didn’t know was your best friend this whole time is weird.

He pulls out a black masquerade mask for you to wear from his drawers — it’s hidden underneath all his hoodies, that you sometimes steal.

He puts on a pink heart shaped garter belt that someone gifted to him — the pink maid uniform was also gifted. You can’t deny that it looks really pretty on Jaemin. It takes him look extra soft and delicate.

And he’s wearing nothing else but that.

He logs onto the website he uses and changed the status button to green to let everyone know he’s on already.

“I have someone joining me today” he says as soon as it’s live, the comments flooding with excitement, and some of them sad again that he’s still not wearing the maid uniform he teased them about.

You shyly wave to the camera, the comments talking about how you look cute, and asking if you’re going to turn Jaemin into a whimpering mess.

“She’s going to do whatever she wants to me”

“And I’m really excited to be here” you manage to not stutter your words as you’re even more nervous than before.

He pulls you down onto your knees so you can get started.

Your trace your hands up to his thighs, until you stop at his pink garter belt. You trace the heart shape on it. Jaemin’s body shivered as your cold hands made contact with his body. You look him up and down in awe. You didn’t expect your best friend to be so… big, it’s so pretty too. He has veins on the sides, and the tip is the perfect shade of pink, it’s just… pretty.

You take it into your hand, the warmness of his cock making contact with your cold hands. You slowly pump your hand up and down his cock as his soft cock immediately starts to harden.

His cock is so much prettier up close

You have to agree with the comment. You’ve only ever seen it through your computer screen, and up close in person feels surreal.

He wraps his hand around your to fasten your face, telling you that he wants you to go faster.

“Well, aren’t you a little needy. Do you want me to go faster? Is this not enough for a needy boy like you?”

You get off your knees and onto his feet to nibble on his sensitive nipples, still never stopping your hand as you continue giving him a handjob.

You manage to make him whine. You look up to see his cheeks turn pink. His whole body is twitching as he released whines and rolls his hips into your hand.

You chuckle at his eagerness. “What a good boy”

“Feels so good” His moans fill your ears, and you completely forget you have an audience. His head is thrown back as you lean in to lick up and down the veins on his cock, giving them the love that they deserve.

“Am I making you feel good?” Jaemin whimpers, his face flushed pink. It’s taking everything in him to not moan your name.

You’re pumping his cock at a fast pace that has his knees buckling. The fast pumping of your hand is a lot for him, as his voice is getting higher and higher as you move your fist up and down his cock. His cock is an angry red shade, the clear liquid leaking onto your hand.

You decide to finally take him into your mouth, making let out a sigh of relief as your warm mouth surrounds him. You slowly take him inch by inch, until you have all of him inside you.

You decide to not tease him again and quickly pick up your pace around his cock.

You’re sucking him hard like your mouth is a vacuum and after a while it becomes unbearable for it, and he can’t handle it.

“Please, slow down. I-I can’t take it. Please…” He’s begging for you to slow down but you don’t, only sucking him harder until he’s visibly shaking. You knew he wouldn’t last long.

His audience loved that you were overstimulating him, the constant dinging from comments and donations not stopping.

Oh my fucking god.

He’s a dirty little slut. make him beg.

Wow you really know what you’re doing

ding. $70

ding. $40

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—” Jaemin gasps. He’s whimpering and begging as you suck him off, forcing him to cum until he physically can’t cum anymore. You swallow everything he gives you and he’s gasping out for air as he’s coming down from his high.

He’s still a little dizzy when you pull your mouth off of him. His whole body is still burning.

“Good boy, you got all your cum out of you” you coo at him as he shyly looks down at you, still not over the fact that you just gave him the best blowjob of his life.

It takes a while for him to calm down to finally be able to look at the chat, seeing all the comment people have made while you were sucking him off. A lot of them just consisted of “I’m so turned on” “Fuck, that was hot” and “please invite her back again”, and even some asking if she can please be a regal occurrence or if she has someone they can go to to see more of her.

Turns out you didn’t have to be worried about them hating you at all. They definitely didn’t hate you, and they definitely wanted to see you with Jaemin more.

[manjitookhertime]

"It's just my Job"

Your a bartender, Sou/Midori is still the same person just came in to work on his files while getting a drink.

AU Kinda like way before the killing game and before Alice murdered :]

Both GN!Reader and Sou are around the age 20-24

5:00pm

It's 5pm the time where the light shift is over, Usually people call it day shift but you prefer light shift since it's always light when the sun comes up but now it's setting as leave the strangers apartment leaving him on the floor as blood spill from his head as you left letting him to die while he's unconscious. You made it to your apartment and toke off your clothes that had blood on them as you throw them into the washer as you changed into your bartender uniform as you left your apartment and locked the door.

5:46pm

Since your bartender job doesn't start til 7:00pm so you went out to get coffee as you bumped into a man with green hair, short and wavy with a rattail as he wore a black suit with a red tie and a scarf as the man's folder fell to the ground "Oh my, Seems like you accidently got in my way Miss/Sir" the man said with a closed eye smile, "Ahh.. I guess I did, Sorry about that" "It's quite alright" the strange man said bending down to pick his folder "H-Have a good day sir!" "You too" As soon as the man was out of your sight you started drinking your coffee and how much of a dummy you were for bumping into him.

6:37pm

You sitting at a bench in the park drinking your 4th coffee. You know it will be a long night so you try to drink as much coffee as you can before your shift as you toke your phone out and check the time as it close to shift time, you deciding whether to get up, throw away the coffee and walk to your job or just stay there and be a little late as you thought about it suddenly the Green haired guy you bumped into earlier came into your mind as you start thinking about how cute he kinda was as shake the thought out as you finally decided to walk to job while drinking your coffee.

6:47pm

You walked into the bar as you see the day shift guy "Toke you long enough Y/n! You know I don't like the creeps that comes at the bar at night.." Yasuzora Hamao, He was not only your roommate in your apartment and your co-worker but he was also your closest friend even thought he lacks physical strengths which made him a coward when it comes seeing other guys who are stronger than him but he was a good guy overall." Yeah Yeah, you better get out of here unless one of the buff weirdos walks in" "There's buff weirdos here!?!?!, How do you do it Y/n aren't you scared that those guy!???" " Ehhhh, Go home Yasuzora" "Hm! Fine, Im cooking and I'll leave your food in the microwave" "Kay" With that being said Yasuzora left taking his bag with him.

6:59pm

1 more min before it was night shift as you finshed up your coffee and throw it away as every thing was cleaned up as you turn on the open lights. It's time for work.

7:39pm

the bar was already full of men and woman, As some of the woman there flirts with the most riches looking guys as those guys try flirting with you as you just ignore them and just give em their drinks, Many guys start flirting with the most ____ girl even touch their bodies as you looked away minding your business as everyone here was nothing but weirdos as the bell ringed knowing another costumer came in as you handed one of the guy their drink "Thanks Sweetheart ,Hey when will I be able to get your number Sweet cheeks?" He said giving you a smile "Pfft- You'll get my number once you know how to talk to someone" you said turn away as the man only laugh which you can tell he was already drunk as you walked away to see the costumer.

Before you even looked at the costumer you spoke looking at the drinks "What can I get you?" "Oh my what a unexpected meeting, Hello there clumsy girl/guy that bumped into me earlier" As you heard the strange voice call you that you turn around about to say a insult towards til you found out who it was "Oh green hair.." "You could give me a better nickname then that" He put his head down sighing as he lift his head up as he put some papers and folder on his side of the pub table as your land on the folder and some of the papers "You know it's kinda rude to look at someone else's business Miss/Mister clumsy bartender lady/man" "I have a name you know Mister Rattail" "I have a name as well bartender lady/man" "Well what's your name" "It's proper it say your name first then ask for the others name" He said giving you a closed eye smile.

You sigh in annoyance as you spoke "My name is Y/n" " Were you not born with a last name?" "It's Y/N L/N" You spoke with not raising your voice but putting a hint of annoyance in it "What a pretty name you have Y/n, My name is Sou hiyori" "It's L/n for you, What can I get you Hiyori?" " Please call me Sou Y/n" "L/n" "Y/n" "Ugh... What can I get you Hiyori?" "Hmmm, give me something that doesn't have that much alcohol in it" You turn as you grabbed a glass and toke one of the drinks as you pour the drink into the glass "Don't be clumsy Y/n" you really can't believe you actually thought this annoying boy was cute as you realized you accidently overfilled the glass "I thought I told you not to be clumsy, Silly Y/n" You were so ready to throw something at the boy as gave him his drink as you cleaned up the mess you made and waited for someone to call you for a drink as you looked over at customers.

Nothing changed, in the back a boy and a girl were making out, the girls kept flirting with the riches looking guys as the guys kept looking at you winking, Boys touching the girls bodies as the girl smiled at them, everything was the same the only thing was different was Hiyori as you saw him flipping though papers and writing in them as drinking his drink at the same time As you found daydream with your eyes closed.

"Oh Y/nnnn, Y/nnnnn" You opened your eyes only to see Sou looking back at you "What is it?" "I would like a refill please" You signed taking his glass as you grabbed the bottle and poured it into the glass "Y/n I know about your part-time job" you paused for a second as you put the bottle down not turning around to face Hiyori "What do you mean?" "Hm? I was joking, did I make your heart skip a beat when I said that" "of course not" you said annoyed as you gave him his drink As Sou put his work into his folder "Y/n let's talk for a bit" "And why would I do that?" "It's like not you have anything better to do then look around Unless..." "Unless?" "Unless you like looking at those nasty people over there" Blush rise on your face from embarrassment "W-What! Of course not!" "Hehe, I knew you weren't a pervert Y/n, I just wanted to tease you" You sighed "So Shall we talk Y/n" "I guess" "How about we play a game?" You lend on the Wooden thing that hold all the bottles, Looking at Hiyori showing signs that you were interested "What's the game?" "A Staring contest" You looked around then shouted.

"Who else wants a drink?" As a few Men and woman came asking give you a list a drinks as you gave them what they wanted.

7:56pm

After you gave everyone the drinks they wanted you went back to Hiyori "Okay I'll play" "Sound Nice" "What you want in return" "Huh? What do you mean?" "What do you want if you win" "Hmmmmm, If I win I would like you to....!.. It's a surprise" "A Surprise?" "Yeah, Now Miss Y/n would you like if you wi-" "For you to finish your work and not speak with me for the rest of the night" " Aw man, But I like speaking with you" " Well to bad, Your game or not?" "Yep!" As Hiyori put all his paperwork into his folder "Ready Miss Y/n?" "Uh huh" You went closer to Hiyori as you lend down on the pug table to get closer to his face "Okay, 1..2..3. Go" Both you and Hiyori stare at each other in the eyes.

8:01pm

A few moments passed as your eyes started to hurt a bit as Hiyori seemed fine as he spoke "You have pretty eyes.." "I don't like suck ups" "Oh no Y/n, I was being truly honest" He said as a small amount of blush rise on your cheeks "Yeah, Whatever".

8:11pm

Your eyes were red as ever you felt like you were about to cry then again Hiyori looked fine as Suddenly he put his hand on your cheek as he brought his face closer to yours as you quickly blinked and pushed him away "What the hell Hiyori!?" You said making sure not to yell to disturb the other guest "Hehe, You have fast reflexes Y/n" He said put his head down laughing at your reaction as you felt kinda embarrassed but you pushed away that feeling.

Hiyori brought his head up from laughing "Ahh, That was a good laugh thank you for that Y/n" "Thank you my ass, What the hell were you trying to do! hug me or even worse kiss me!?" " Wasn't really gonna kiss you Y/n, I was just trying to make you blink and it worked!" "Hey, Isn't that cheating?" "Well You didn't make rules before we starting playing so technically that's not cheating correct?" "I guess, Well You win so what do you want?" "I'll show you once your done with your shift" "Which Im done at 12am" "I know that, Silly Y/n" "Mhmm"

For rest of the night both you and Sou talked as you found him interesting but you can't call him a friend yet though as many costumers asked for more drink as some flirted with you as you just ignore them and continue speaking with Sou.

------------------------ 12:00am

It was closing time all the costumers left as Hiyori walked for you on the back side alley that was right next to the bar as you closed up the bar{You also cleaned up in bar} and texted Yasuzora that your on your way home even though you know that he's sleeping you still texted him as you walked to the back alley where Hiyori was, Standing right in front of him.

"Okay what's that surprise if your little win-" Hiyori grabbed you by the back of your neck as he whispered something in your ear 'I know your part-time job Y/n, I'm not a idiot' you eye widen as you "What are you talking, I-I don't have a part-time jo-" "5:00pm today you killed Moribara Kagekashi like I said I'm not an idiot" You stayed silent as Hiyori let go of the back of your neck "Well why does it matter?" You said Annoyed "Cause I want you to kill someone since your a assassin" " What!?" "That's what I want for winning the staring contest" "Uhh" You looked around for a bit the looked back at Hiyori.

"Who do you want me to kill?" "Me" "Wait what! You want me to kill you!? Why would you want that!?" "Cause I'm about to go into a death game as for right now I'm collecting the rest of the participates, and it would be interesting being track down by a assassin to get killed" You looked at him speechless " You know Y/n, I really like you not only for your calm nature but the way how you can kill someone and act like it's nothing. I want to be killed by you, only you, by yourself, no one else".

As You stand quiet for a second as a smile grow on your face "Okay, I guess I can do that" as you walked closer towards Hiyori "When do I start?" "Tomorrow" as Hiyori went closer to you as you brought your lips to him as both of you kissed for only 0.1 seconds as Hiyori backed away "Your crazy Sou" "So it's not Hiyori no more huh?" As you both kissed again.

{ Please don't post my work anywhere else on tumblr and other Websites/Apps without my permission }

[loversindevildom]

hello! I'm not that anon but thank you for the other period-related hcs, if it's okay, may I ask for the brothers' reactions to an MC who doesn't have painful ones, but bleeds A Lot and is terrified of getting communal/the brothers' stuff dirty? people with monster uteruses unite

((Definitely!! Currently on my period while writing this and felt it-

((Also would you look at that, the me is posting again-

Masterlist

The boys x MC with heavy flow

Lucifer

It all began when one of your worst nightmares came true.

You woke up early in the morning having bled all over his sheets.

You were panicking. Badly.

Lucifer was still sound asleep on his side of the bed, having noticed nothing.

Without thinking, you immediately get out of bed and go fast towards the wardrobe to grab some sheets.

You had no idea how you were going to change them without waking Lucifer up but one step at a time.

But he was already awake as soon as he felt you get off the bed. "MC?" He mumbled your name quietly before opening his eyes.

You wished a hole could open underneath your feet and the earth would swallow you. You also happened to be wearing white pijamas and so the blood was obvious all over you.

Lucifer had just woken up and was not thinking straight so his first thought was that someone attacked you or that another demon attempted to eat you and immediately rushed to you and pulled you in his arms. "Who?"

"what?"

"Who hurt you?"

"no one... I'm so sorry!!" You cried in dispair and that's when Lucifer started understanding what was going on.

"It's your menstruation? I thought someone attacked you... It's alright. I'll go fill in the bath for you."

Thankfully you changed the sheets before he realized you got them dirty.

Or so you thought. In reality he had noticed but didn't want to embarass you.

Mammon

He knew you were on your period.

You had told him the moment it came.

But it didn't matter to him much. He didn't know many things about it, only that you're in pain.

"Hey, come on, sit with me." He patted the couch beside him in his room.

He knew you were hurting and he wanted to cuddle you and watch some movies with you and spoil you with chocolate he stole from Beel.

When you shook your head in return, his heart shattered. "I'm not really in that mood."

"B-But! It's your favourite!"

"I'll just go to sleep."

"We can sleep together here."

You sighed and he felt the world twist. You didn't want him anymore? That's it? It was over?

"What did I do?"

"nothing! I just don't want to get blood all over your couch!"

"Ohh..." He felt relieved. That was all. Truth be told, this couch was pretty expensive but you were worth ten times that couch...

"Don't you wear that pad thing you talked about?" After you nodded he added. "Then it's fine. Get your stupid pretty human ass here now. You don't wanna miss the beginning."

Leviathan

He wanted you two to cosplay today.

You had been planning to go to that convention for months.

The day had arrived and he had excitedly changed into his costume only for you to come out and say you're not going.

And he's ???? So confused ????

He thought you wanted this as much as he did.

Did you fake your interest?

"look, Levi, I'm sorry. I was really looking forward to the con but I got my period today."

Ohhhhhhh it was because of that thing. That was a relief.

"it's fine! The con is a week long, we'll go by the end of it. And we can wear the costumes inside and cuddle!"

The idea horrified you.

"NO!" The costumes were amazing and Levi had paid of them. You couldn't ruin it.

"why?" He was confused again.

"I'll get blood all over it. I always get things dirty. You should keep me away from your stuff." After all you knew how much he valued his merch.

Leviathan rolled his eyes and walked over to you. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you down with him. He wrapped a TSL blanket over you and proceeded to play games with you all night.

After all, you were more valuable than all these together.

Satan

You two had visited Devildom's public library to get a book he had ordered for you.

He had seen how fascinated you were as soon as you heard it came out and immediately ordered it for you.

You were looking around the shelves with him while the staff was going to bring you your book when you felt an intense pain on your lower parts.

Looking down you realized blood was leaking everywhere.

Panicking, not sure what to do you hid behind a bookshelf.

Satan panicked as soon as he realized you were gone.

What if another demon had fetched you and eaten you?

"MC?" He called out your name. Once, twice, thrice...

"Here..." You said in embarrassement. You had the idea of using a jacket to cover the mess in your pants. But you had accidentally grabbed his...

When he finds you he was relieved. "There you are, I was worried..." Then he scanned you. "My jacket looks good on you."

You weren't sure how to tell him, so you continued and went all the day back to the house of Lamentation when you immediately put it in the washing machine.

Of course, he had noticed. You had been dripping on the floor.

But being aware this was a normal thing, he decided not to embarass you and make a big deal out of it.

Asmodeus

You were screwed.

You were seriously screwed and not in the good way.

This had been a lesson to you to always keep in mind when your period was coming.

Because the one time you had forgotten, you had wore Asmo's clothes to sleep.

He told you you could use them whenever you wanted.

It made him very happy to see you wearing his clothes and it made you feel very comfortable so why not?

This was the reason not to.

Because waking up that morning, you had gotten blood all over his clothes.

"Shit."

Your exclaim and panic woke him up, but he was too focused on your face to notice the blood at first.

"What happened, my love? Are you okay?"

"I'm so sorry, Asmo!!"

It took him a few seconds but then he realized exactly what you were talking about. He took a deep breath. This was a disaster, but you didn't do it on purpose.

"It's fine. It's your time of the month? Come on we should get you changed. Wanna run a bath together? I can give you a massage too." He winked as he got up to get the water running. He prefered to focus on you than his ruined clothing.

And this, my friends, is called love.

Beelzebub

You were always careful when it was your time of the month not to get anything dirty. Always.

However, the unfortunate day had arrived.

You were in his bed, playing on your DDD while Beel was picking up some food from the kitchen.

And then it happened. The major pain. And you realized you had been bleeding all over his sheets. You should change them before Beel-

Speak of the devil....

Beel walked in happily and let the food down on the tray next to the bed. As he leaned down to put them there he noticed the blood and frowned.

You were scared you had disgusted him.

"are you hurting too badly? I'll bring you some medicine."

Cause he's that sweet.

Diavolo

Yes I will say this every single time I write about this one;

He's busy.

So even if you do get blood in his stuff you'll certainly have time to clean it.

However, fate isn't very nice...

When Diavolo is in his study, he likes to work with you sitting on his lap.

When you felt the sharp pain in your stomach you immediately jumped off his lap and fell on the floor.

"MC? What happened!? Are you okay?" He asked worrily.

You didn't answer him, instead you run towards the bathroom.

Yes, you didn't get anything on him but it was big a jumpscare itself.

Diavolo knocked on your door once. "Dear? What happened?"

"nothing! It's fine, my period just came!"

He was silent for a bit. You thought he left but as soon as you opened the door he was standing right there and he hugged you. "I see... Come on, let's go back. I promise we'll cuddle when Im done."

"I'll get blood all over you!" You argued back.

In response he picked you up and walked back to his chair where he made you sit on him again.

Simeon

Simeon is such a sweetheart.

He probably has already noted your circle on his calendar.

He remembers when it's that time of the month always.

Usually, so do you.

Usually.

You had miscalculated this time. You thought it was due for next week and so you had wore a nice white dress for your date with Simeon.

He wasn't sure what to say. He thought you looked gorgeous in that one but...

"Sweetheart, are you sure? I love the way the dress looks at you but I don't want you to feel bad if it gets dirty."

You were so confused. "What?"

"You said you avoid wearing white when it's that time of the month... Unless you're late? Oh my lord, are you late?" His eyes were shining and that's when you realized what he meant.

"shit! No I am not! Wait here!" You rushed back into your room to get changed and indeed found blood between your legs.

You couldn't find yourself feeling bad tho.

All you could thinking about was the way Simeon's eyes had shined at the thought of being a father.

Solomon

As a human like yourself, he treats it much more normal than the others do.

He doesn't treat you any different then really, unless you're in pain.

Then you're getting backrubs.

You were sitting on the couch with him and he was telling you a story about how he first formed a pact.

When he was finished you felt the need to go to the bathroom.

Then you noticed the red stain in your pants.

Shit that was a lot of blood. Had you gotten it on the chair too?

Thankfully, when you returned it was gone.

And thankfully, Solomon knew magic to clean it quicker.

[yanderememes]

Solitary Love Chapter 11 (Yandere Giorno Giovanna x Reader)

In honour of Giorno's belated birthday, here's the next chapter! I was hoping to release this yesterday, on his actual bday but we can't always have nice things 😭

I also had to cut it near the end cuz it was getting pretty long. But on the bright side, some of chapter 12 is done!

When you open your eyes and awoke from your slumber, you realize it wasn’t a dream. It's real because you woke up in the exact same room as before. You sat on the edge of your bed, pondering about the events that have happened so far.

You spoke with a man who was trapped in a turtle. You met a sweet old lady named Maria who seemed to be the only one who empathized with you. But most importantly, you saw Giorno again, the man who is your captor. The man who completely betrayed your trust.

Well, you never completely trusted him. After all, he was still a stranger and you had your intuitions about him before. But you would have never guessed it would resort to this. Giorno’s words kept ringing in your ear like an alarm that won’t shut off.

“This room is your sanctuary”

Sanctuary? A safe haven? Who or what is he supposedly trying to keep you safe from? You’re just a grad student. What threat could you possibly pose?

“Because I love you. I want nothing more but to have a loving relationship with you”

You find those words hard to believe. He wants to be lovers? Then why didn’t he just ask you out like a normal person?!

“You can never see them again”

You look at the time where the clock reads 9:24 AM. By now, your class must have returned home and off to see their families. Cheering and celebrating their return after an eventful trip across the globe. Relaxing and just spending time with the ones they love.

Except you. You’re still here in Italy in someplace you’re still not sure where exactly this place is. But you do know one thing. You miss your family. You miss your friends. However, you know you can’t give up. They must have already realized something was wrong and contacted appropriate authorities in search of you. It won’t be long before you can be with them again. You know this to be true. You can’t lose hope!

Your phone was also missing. Of course. No way any kidnapper would let their victim keep their phone on them.

“I wonder how they are,” you mumble to yourself.

“Buongiorno, bambina. Shall we get you ready for the day?”

You look up to see who it was hat entered your room. It was Maria who had a smile on her face. Somehow, seeing her lifted your mood a little bit. She was very kind to you yesterday.

“Buongiorno, Maria. But get me ready for what?”

“For breakfast, of course! You didn’t eat at all yesterday!” Maria spoke as she opened your walk-in closet doors. “It couldn’t be helped, after all. I doubt you had an appetite with all the emotions you were feeling yesterday.”

Maria walked in and began to sift through the large assortment of clothes hanging on the wall. “I’m sure you worked up an appetite, hm? Non preoccuparti, Matteo fixed you up a breakfast that is worthy of kings.” 

“Matteo?”

“He’s the chef here, bambina. He’ll be in charge of prepping all of your meals”

You let out a small “oh,” as you still couldn't really stomach any food right now. Did you truly go the whole day yesterday with no food at all? It didn’t feel like it but that’s probably because there’s just too much going on to even think about food. The sound of breakfast didn’t sound appetizing to you at all. The only thing on your mind was how to escape and go home.

“Maria-”

“I've picked your outfit for the day. Why don’t you go take a shower first and I’ll bring your food up?”

Outfit? Now that Maria has mentioned it, you weren’t even wearing the costume you wore for the festival a few days ago. You were in a nightgown, did Maria and the other maids dress you while you were unconscious? You pray it was. The thought of your captor changing your clothes while you’re blacked out made your stomach churn. While you weren’t hungry, you had to admit that a shower was much needed. How many days has it been since you last took a shower?

Raising from your bed, you walked over to your bathroom while Maria left the room to fetch your breakfast. 

When you walked into the bathroom, your eyes widened. It was such a fancy bathroom! It looked like an entirely different room despite literally being a bedroom bathroom. The walls and floors were made of white marble with a chandelier as the source of light. The bathtub was about twice your size and if you didn’t want to take a bath, there was a waterfall shower just adjacent to the tub. 

Opting to take a shower, you stood there under the waterfall showerhead that enveloped you in hot water that steamed the glass coverings. You couldn't help but let out a relieved sigh. The fragrances of the shampoo smelt heavenly. A shower was exactly what you needed to get away (temporarily) from the craziness of your current life so far. Still, you wondered why you were being treated so nicely when you’re supposed to be a prisoner? Why the lavish room and given services of maids and butlers who are at your every beck and call? What is Giorno playing here?

Maria was probably waiting for you outside with your breakfast set already. Not wanting to keep her waiting, you begrudgingly turn off the showerhead and grab the towel to dry yourself. 

Shit. You forgot to bring the clothes Maria picked for you into the bathroom with you. You hoped she wouldn’t be waiting outside of this bathroom just to see you half-naked with a towel to cover you. 

Peaking your head out the bathroom door, you didn’t detect any signs of life. Thankful that no one would see you like this, you quickly ran to your closet to get changed. The clothes she picked weren’t bad. In fact, it matched your style a lot and strangely enough, it was in your exact size. 

Looking around your closet, you noticed how even this part of the room looked completely different. It was filled with luxury brand names in clothing, shoes, and purses.

Dior, Prada, Louis Vitton, Chanel, Gucci, and more and more luxury brands all across the world was sitting in your closet.

But what was the most alarming piece was how each and every article of clothing matched your exact measurements. It was clear that each design was custom made, specifically tailored to fit just you.

How the hell did he get your measurements? The thought of this made you shiver. Quickly throwing on your outfit, you exited your closet to see if Maria was back yet.

Before you could even acknowledge Maria’s presence, the scene before you took away your breath.

Maria was right. The breakfast was certainly rightful for a king, if not a bit over the top. Breakfast covered your table all around. It looked like a scene from a movie where the protagonist would come downstairs to the dining table and have eggs, sausages, waffles, sandwiches, pancakes, and more, all available to him. Mountains coupons mountains of food. You weren’t sure how on Earth you were gonna eat this all. 

“I don’t think I can finish this, Maria.”

She giggles, “you won’t be eating breakfast alone, y/n.”

You realized that there could only be one person she’s talking about who’d accompany you in today’s meal. The thought of him made your heart race, whether it was due to fear or anger towards the man was unknown to you. You only knew you didn’t want him around.

The prominent click on your bedroom door opened and low and behold, it was him. Your captor, Giorno Giovanna who entered your room.

With the entrance of the Don, Maria promptly bowed and left the room, shutting the door behind her and locking it. God, you wished she didn’t leave. You’d much rather have her as company than Giorno right now.

“What are you doing here?” you asked weakly. You had hoped to sound braver so you could stand up to him, but it proved to be difficult since he holds the controller over your life currently.

“I wanted to have breakfast with you.”

That’s it? He didn’t come here to toture you? Ask you questions about how to get ransom from your parents? Threaten to kill you?

“Shall we?” he gestured.

***

You sat there in silence, across the table of Giorno with this splendid-looking breakfast between the two of you. Your plate still empty as you refused to eat while Giorno was dining by himself.

He broke the silence first, “Did you sleep well?”

“I guess,” you shrugged. If you count crying yourself to sleep as a good night’s sleep.

“I made sure Matteo prepared a nutritious meal for you so that you may regain all your lost strength. Is the breakfast not appealing?”

How thoughtful of your captor…

“On the contrary, I think it looks divine. I’m just not hungry.”

You had no appetite. You only stared at this feast, not making any moves to even hold any utensils. Too many things going through your mind with all that has happened so far. Well, you were kidnapped so your body is probably still in fight or flight mode. Too worked up to relax your digestive system and register hunger.

Giorno noticed your lack of movement and spoke, “Even if you’re not hungry, you should still eat. Your mind might not register it but the body never lies about its needs.”

You were taken aback. Did he read your mind? His answer was hinting at exactly what you believed was the reasoning behind your lack of hunger. You try to dismiss it though as just a mere coincidence.

Giorno took another bite of his eggs and sausage before speaking again, “I’m sure you have plenty of questions you want to ask me. Ask away.”

Not one to miss this opportunity, you spitted all the questions you had.

“Where are we?”

“We are in my private villa. It’s a little bit aways from the city but there is no one around here for miles.”

“Why did you kidnap me?”

“As I said before, to keep you safe”

“Safe from what?”

“From everything. The world is a dangerous place. Filled with many filthy people who would take advantage of the few good people left in this world, such as yourself”

He spoke with such conviction and with an almost scary matter-of-voice reasoning which intimidated you. You didn’t want to ask this question but you had to know. What fate lies for you as his victim here, “W-what's going to happen to me?” your voice shaked.

“Nothing will happen to you. I can assure you. Cameras and guards are placed all over this villa to protect you.”

“Where’s my phone?”

“Oh yes,” he reached into his pockets and pulled out your phone, “I shall return this to you”

Taking your phone back into your hands, you noticed there was no cell service. No, there wasn’t even a sim card inside. He gave you back a useless phone. What were you supposed to do with this? 

You played around with your phone and searched all around to see what he could have done. All of your social medias have been deleted but strangely enough you have internet access. There was almost nothing left in your storage, practically leaving no signs that this phone was ever yours.

“Naturally, I took the sim card out so you won’t be able to make any outgoing calls. Conversely, you’ll receive no incoming calls either. The location services have been permanently disabled from your phone so that your safety will not be jeopardized. I have hired a special team of bodyguards to keep watch over you when I am away. They will ensure your safety.”

When you peeled your eyes away from your phone and locked eyes with him, Giorno took this as a signal to continue, “All persons in this villa are to serve you and meet your needs. However, they are forbidden from speaking with you.”

“How are they supposed to service me if I can’t even talk to them?” your face scrunched. Everything Giorno had said so far was somewhat reasonable and made some logical sense to you. But this explanation seemed off.

“You can speak with them but they cannot respond to you.”

“Why?”

Giorno took a while to respond to this question. Unlike the several previous questions where he quickly always gave an answer, this time he seemed hesitant. “Conversation can lead to forming friendships and obscure objectivity. It will impact their line of work whether they know it or not.”

In hindsight, what Giorno said made sense. But you couldn’t shake the feeling that this was only a partial truth. He was hiding his real reasoning behind the ‘no talking’ rule which you’re determined to find out why. 

“Why are we having breakfast here in my room?” surely, this grand villa couldn’t possibly be lacking a dining room.

“Well, I know there are a lot of… adjustments in your life, so I wanted you to comfortable with your room first before exposing you to the rest of the villa. While you can freely do as you wish here, in time, the entire villa will also be yours to do as you see fit.” Giorno was careful in his words, not wanting to scare you while explaining the logistics of your new home.

You tried to process all the information he gave you but there was one itching question you have been asking yourself since you first Giorno. He did say you could ask him anything and he has obliged throughout your entire conversation well enough. You might as well ask.

“Who are you?” 

Giorno puts down his fork and knife seeing as he finished his plate and leans back in his chair, crossing his legs, “To many, I am Don Giovanna. But for you, cara, I am Giorno.”

Don Giovanna?

Where have you heard this before?

I know, bambina. But Don Giovanna isn’t a man you want to cross. It’s best if you stay here and don’t ignite his anger.

Don…

Don Giovanna? Were you waiting here all this time for me?

Don…?

Don Giovanna?

Then it clicks. It’s all starting to make sense. Why Giorno always knew where you were. Why everyone respects but also fears him. Why he could afford such a lavish villa and those expensive suits he always wears. Why he can hire these ‘special’ bodyguards and why Polnareff and Maria doubted rescue was coming.

You didn’t want to say it. Frankly, you were scared to. If he is what you think he is then it makes this whole situation all the more frightening, knowing the kind of man you’re dealing with. But it certainly wouldn’t be far-fetched and that’s what scared you more. That you were probably right.

“You’re a mafia boss.”

Giorno was completely unfazed, “Si.”

“Did you kill them?” your body began to tremble. You stared at the ground, unable to bring yourself to make eye-contact with this terrifying man now knowing his position.

“No. Your friends are safe. They made it back home yesterday afternoon and are reunited with their families.”

He could be lying for all you know. What if he told his men to kill them that night at the festival right after he whisked you away? But maybe it’s because your a psychology student or you wanted to have some blind faith that made you believe he wasn’t lying. He was telling you the truth.

Tightening your fists and clenching your teeth, you mustered all the strength you could gather when in the face of a mafia boss and faced him, “Giorno. Please, let me go. I won’t tell anyone, I swear! If the police ask, I’ll make something up. So please, let me go home!”

“I can’t let you leave. Its too dangerous out there”

“But-!”

He sighed, he grew tired of having this back-and-forth, “y/n, one thing you should about me is that I hate repeating myself. It's useless when once is sufficient. Your safety is of the utmost importance to me. This has nothing to do with my occupation and famiglia,” taking a look at his watch, Giorno stood up, “I must go, please, continue your meal without me. I’ll see you soon.”

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Life As We Know It {Chapter 30}

Summary: After the sudden deaths of Nesta’s sister and Cassian’s best friend, they gain guardianship of their nephew, Nyx.

Based on Life As We Know It (2010) and a prompt sent in by anonymous for our Nessian fanfic contest. This is a modern au.

Written with @tacmc.

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A/N: Wow. The final chapter. Tara and I are so glad you've come along on this journey with us. We've absolutely loved writing this story for you all and we hope you've enjoyed it as well.

Nesta looked around their home.

It was decorated to perfection - at least, that had been Nesta’s goal. The theme for Nyx’s second birthday was space cowboy, which had happened when Cassian wanted a cowboy theme while Nesta wanted an outer space theme.

It had been a challenge to perfect the space cowboy theme - especially when it came to a two-year-old’s birthday party.

There were aliens with cowboy hats and paper cows on UFO balloons. In the corner of the living room, there was a horse wearing an astronaut costume - a decoration that Cassian had created, and one he was quite proud of.

Nesta herself wore a “space-like” outfit that reminded her fondly of Zenon: Girl of the 21th Century. When Cassian came down the stairs, however, it looked like he had just walked out of the Wild West.

He wore chaps over his jeans, and Nesta found her mind wandering on those chaps alone.

She hoped he kept them.

They would be useful in the future.

He also wore a plaid button down and a cowboy hat.

She thought he should keep the cowboy hat, too.

Nyx, however, looked like the cutest little mess Nesta had ever seen. His onesie looked like a spacesuit, but on his head, instead of an astronaut helmet, he wore a teeny little cowboy hat. On his feet were genuine cowboy boots.

Nesta laughed as they reached the first floor landing, and Cassian’s grin widened.

“Now introducing our two-year-old space cowboy,” Cassian said, unable to control his laughter.

Nyx’s grin was wide as he clapped. “MAMA!”

Nesta laughed, taking Nyx into her arms. Yeah, he looked ridiculous, but he also looked oh so cute. “Happy birthday, sweet boy.”

Nyx took Nesta’s face in his hands and gave her a big, sloppy kiss.

With a chuckle, Nesta said, “Thank you, that was very sweet. Now, let’s go make sure everything’s ready, yeah? Our guests will be here soon.”

“Dada,” Nyx said, pointing to Cassian. “Hi-hi.”

Cassian laughed. “Hi, bud.” He went straight for the corner and adjusted his astronaut-horse.

Nesta just shook her head and brought Nyx into the kitchen.

It smelled delicious.

Nesta had spent the entire morning cooking.

At first, she had no idea what to make for a space cowboy party, but she really felt like she nailed it. She had a taco bar, which worked for every type of party, and baked and decorated a cake that looked like Cassian’s horse in a spacesuit.

It was ridiculous.

And absolutely perfect.

Nesta looked at the clock. “We have twenty minutes, Nyx. We have to make the homemade tortillas and get out the salsas.”

“What about the alcohol?” Cassian asked, sweeping into the kitchen.

Nesta rolled her eyes. “It’s our two-year-old’s birthday.”

Cassian blinked. “So, no whiskey, just wine?”

Nesta clicked her tongue. “Check the wine cabinet.”

“Yes ma’am,” Cassian winked, tipping his hat before he left the room.

Nesta snorted, even though she found it deeply charming and handsome as hell.

Yeah, she definitely hoped he’d keep that outfit.

Nesta took the dough out of the fridge that she had rolled earlier that morning and a rolling pin. When she had countless flat, doughy circles she dropped them in the oil-filled skillet one by one. Fifteen minutes later, she had a giant stack of flour tortillas and was carrying them, alongside a tray filled with different types of homemade salsas, to the table she had set up in the living room.

There was a quick knock on the door and it cracked open before Nesta could even turn towards the door.

“Oh, my.”

She laughed at Azriel’s reaction to the house, turning to see him carrying in a stack of presents, Elain’s camera bag and Persephone’s diaper bag. “Go big or go home, right?” She chuckled.

“You decided to go big at home,” he replied, shaking his head.

Nesta wasn’t surprised to see that Azriel hadn’t dressed up, wearing his traditional all-black attire instead, but a little space princess in cowboy boots ran in right after him and she couldn’t stop the grin as she looked at Seph.

Elain was a just a few steps behind, and as she came in, she dropped a black cowboy hat atop Azriel’s head. He rolled his eyes, but said nothing as he adjusted the hat, and was off in search of Cassian.

“Okay, you’ve outdone yourself,” Elain announced, beaming as she looked around the house. “This is awesome.”

Nesta shrugged. “He only turns two once, right?”

“I’ve got the wine!” Cassian announced, pushing through the kitchen door with two bottles of wine and a glass of whiskey.

Nesta chuckled. “I thought we said wine only?”

“We did,” Cassian said, setting the bottles on the table. “For the guests.”

“Am I a guest?” Azriel muttered.

Cassian snorted and motioned to follow him into the kitchen.

In the middle of the room, Nyx and Persephone were dancing to the techno space playlist Nesta had put on.

Elain laughed, quietly. “I need to get out my camera. Anything I can help with?”

Nesta shook her head. “You’re good. Take pictures and send them all to me.”

Elain promised she would, and Cassian and Azriel came back out with their full glasses of whiskey. Nesta looked around.

Elain was right.

They had done well.

Nesta hoped the rest of the guests thought so, too.

Before they knew it, the house was full, people were laughing and eating and drinking and Nesta couldn’t help but smile from where she stood to the side watching it all.

What a difference 365 days could make. Nesta couldn’t believe it as she watched Nyx and Persephone play with Viviane, who had also come dressed up, much to Nyx’s delight. He kept stealing her hat, and she let him, donning his tiny one instead, though it didn’t fit on her head.

She couldn’t help but think of the two people who were missing though. The two people who should have been here. Her eyes drifted to the cross Cassian had made, where it sat on the mantle, it’s permanent home.

A set of strong arms wrapped around her waist and she leaned back into Cassian’s embrace.

His chin was resting on her shoulder, and he said, “Nyx is happy. We’re happy. But… It doesn’t feel right without them here.”

As always, he knew exactly what she was thinking. She gripped his arms over her abdomen and held him there, letting him know she understood.

“They’re here, though,” Cassian whispered into her ear. “They’re here and they’re watching us, watching him. They wouldn’t miss today.”

Nesta nodded and held onto him tighter. If she would have tried to say a word, the tears would have come.

Sad tears because she missed her sister and brother-in-law.

Happy tears, though, because she loved Nyx, and she loved Cassian, and she couldn’t believe how far they had come in the last year.

Clearing her throat, and wiping a tear that had snuck out, she announced, “Let’s open gifts and have some cake!”

Cassian kissed her cheek before he was on the floor, Nyx climbing on top of him, and helping the two year old open his gifts.

It only took one or two gifts before he was completely distracted by trying to play and wasn’t even paying attention as Cassian opened his gifts one by one. But they made it through the pile and Nesta carried in the astronaut horse cake, which had Nyx on his feet and chanting, “Cakecakecakecakecake!”

With Cassian’s help, Nyx blew out the big “2” candle and narrowly avoided a smash cake for the second year in a row.

“Not this year, bud,” Cassian chuckled, carrying a confused Nyx to his booster seat in the kitchen. “We’re all going to eat this one. Not just you.”

His irritation disappeared as soon as Nesta sat a piece down in front of him, but he made nearly just as big of a mess as he had the year before.

“Nesta!” Elain called, and she turned from where she was cutting more pieces in the kitchen. “Come here, I want to get a picture of you guys.”

Her eyes found Cassian’s and they softened, thinking back to the picture they’d been forced to take a year before.

“Still think you’ll burst into flames if you brush arms with me?” He asked, pressing a kiss to her temple.

“Maybe,” she said, and he chuckled as she wrapped an arm around him. “But I’m not as bothered by it as I used to be.”

Cassian grinned, and Elain took a picture of their little family.

*

It was the day after Nyx’s second birthday and all three of them anxiously waited in the living room. It wasn’t that they were scared about the visit, but after last time, there was a little bit of nervousness surrounding them all.

Well, everyone but Nyx.

He was giddy as he played with all of his birthday toys.

Nesta was pacing, while Cassian watched a hockey game around the path she was wearing into the carpet.

“Come sit down, Nes,” he said, reaching for her hand. “They told us it would be this afternoon, but that could be anytime.”

“I know, I know,” she said, biting her nail. It had been a horrible habit of hers when she was younger, but now it only appeared when she was nervous

He caught her other hand in his. “Sit,” he repeated, tugging her towards. “You know what the doctor said about stress. It’s not good for—.”

A knock on the front door had Nesta bolting for it, and Nyx asked, “Hello?”

Cassian couldn’t help but chuckle as he stood and walked to him, crouching down in front of him. He smoothed Nyx’s dark hair back from his face and said, “I need you to be good today, okay? Be a good boy and daddy will take you to get ice cream after dinner.”

He nodded and repeated, “Ice cream.” Or he tried, but he couldn’t quite pronounce it.

Cassian could only grin down at him.

“You’re taking too long,” Nesta chastised, hurrying toward the door.

Cassian rolled his eyes but said nothing more as Nesta reached the door, smoothed down her non-wrinkled dress, and opened it up.

Alis Birch stood on the threshold, a folder in her hand, and, surprisingly, almost wearing a smile. “Nesta, it’s a pleasure.”

Nesta nodded, hesitantly. “Yes, you too. Come in, please.”

Alis crossed the threshold and nodded at Cassian. “Good afternoon, Mr. Nazari.” She looked at Nyx. “And glad to see you wide awake for one of my visits.”

Nyx smiled as he waved, and said, “Hi-hi.”

“Ah, he’s talking,” Alis said, going into the living room and smiling at the toddler.

“Oh, he hardly ever stops,” Cassian snorted. “Picks a new word up every day, I swear.”

“Sit,” Nesta said, sitting in the chair. “Please.”

“Thank you,” Alis said, taking her place on the couch. “I hear someone just had a second birthday.”

“Yesterday,” Nesta said, nodding. “We had a party. He had fun.”

“Good, plenty of toys and excitement, I assume?” She asked, watching as he played with a chunky, wooden puzzle made of farm animals. As if it were a gift from the gods themselves, he slid the cow into the right hole, and grinned up at Cassian. “Mooooo!”

He chuckled as he sat on the arm of Nesta’s chair. “Good job, bubba. Cows do say moo.”

He kept on grinning but went back to his puzzle.

“So,” Nesta said, clearing her throat. “What sort of questions do you have this visit?”

Alis didn’t say much, just looked around at the living room and kitchen. Cassian’s astronaut horse was still set up in the corner, as he’d insisted it was a work of art and as such, deserved to be displayed for at least a few more days. “Honestly, I don’t have many today. You two have made it very clear that Nyx is your main focus, and I can tell that he’s very happy and is thriving under your care.”

Cassian doubted she knew it, but Nesta released a breath she’d been holding and nodded. “We love him, more than anything. We— We’ll always miss Feyre and Rhys, but it’s not just about doing right by them anymore. Nyx has…” She took Cassian’s hand and continued. “He’s become our son, and we’ve become a family. And we couldn’t imagine it any other way at this point.”

Alis nodded and jotted a few notes in her binder. Nesta could have sworn a hint of a smile was on her face. “And, as far as the relationship between the two of you goes, where do we stand? It’s been a few months since we last discussed it.”

Cassian was the one to answer. “We’re engaged. We have been since Christmas, and, since Nyx’s birthday just passed, the wedding planning will start soon. And actually, we’re also—.”

“We couldn’t be happier,” Nesta said, interrupting him, holding up her left hand and showing the sparkling diamond on her ring finger. She gently squeezed his hand, and he didn’t ask, but nodded. “We couldn’t be happier and neither could Nyx.”

Alis looked from Cassian to Nesta to Nyx, and nodded. “I’m glad to hear it. I’ll put in a good report, and you have nothing to worry about. Truly, I wish you all the best.”

Nesta smiled, and it was genuine. “Thank you, Mrs. Birch. Thank you.”

“I’ll leave you all be,” Alis said, standing. She closed her binder. “If you ever need anything, please reach out.”

“We will,” Cassian said. “Thank you.”

With one last smile, she said her goodbyes and was gone.

Nesta leaned against the closed doors and sighed a loud sigh of relief. “We did it. We’re done.”

Cassian pulled her into his arms and hugged her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “I never had any doubts.”

She pulled back and looked up at him. “I sure as hell did. Who knew an old woman could be so terrifying?”

He chuckled but shook his head. “What now?”

“We wait for Tarquin to reach out to us. There’s some official paperwork that will have to be signed after she submits her report and findings, but…” She looked over at Nyx who was still engrossed in his puzzles. “We’re officially a family.”

Smiling, Cassian leaned down to kiss her. “And we didn’t tell her about this one because…?”

His hand brushed over her abdomen, over the life that was growing inside.

“I’d say we’re entitled to a few secrets of our own,” she replied, smiling. “Besides, they’re more focused on ensuring Nyx is taken care of. We’ve proven that time and time again.”

They’d found out Nesta was pregnant just a few weeks before. Not even ten weeks, and for that reason, they hadn’t told anyone, not even Elain and Azriel.

“Fair enough,” he muttered and kissed her, again.

Nyx had walked up to them and was tugging on Cassian’s pant leg, begging to be picked up, which is exactly what he did.

They hugged him tight, and felt an overwhelming amount of peace.

A year of ups and downs and chaos had passed, but they had made it.

They were a family.

All four of them.

[kumzume]

glam ft. todoroki shotō [smhub]

wc. 2.8k :3

warnings. ownership, soft-ish!dom reader, edging, v v lowkey pet play (u call him bunny lol), quiet whiny shoto, begging, miss k*nk (?), slight humiliation k*nk, crying, um

an. SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG HOLY S WORD I HOPE ITS OK I DIDNT GET ANYONE TO BETA IT SO IF THERE ARE ISSUES M SO SORRY LOVE YALL TY FOR WAITING

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shoto todoroki was so pretty.

it wasn’t like he wasn’t aware — he’d heard the whispers amongst the girls back at U.A. about how attractive he was. that didn’t keep him from believing those words, his insecurities gripping him so tightly that he was unable to even imagine that anyone found him remotely appealing.

that is, until he met you.

when you first transferred into 3-A, the class was thrown into an uproar. you were beautiful, kind, and funny with a powerful quirk to boot! and yet, you never believed that you were better than anyone else, always treating every single person with respect — even bakugou (shoto couldn’t even pretend to understand how you did it but still, the behavior was so undeniably you).

it was all of your remarkable traits that ended up being shoto’s downfall. he believed you were way out of his league — you deserved someone emotionally available and sweet, things that todoroki felt, no knew, he was not. besides, with every single guy in the nearest vicinity falling for you, he knew he didn’t even have a chance.

so, shoto resigned himself to observe you from afar, watching your interactions with his closest friends and classmates, wishing that he could make you smile as wide as kirishima and deku or laugh as hard as sero and denki.

he knew he didn’t measure up and while he tried to make himself okay with that, he felt jealousy bubbling up beneath his skin when he observed shinsou helping you with your homework or bakugou training with you after school.

of course, he realized he didn’t belong to you or you to him and he had no real reason to be envious of whoever you chose to spend your time with but that didn’t stop him from fucking his hand late at night at the thought of you hovering over him, pressing soft kisses to his mangled scar and calling him beautiful.

shoto came embarrassingly quick with that fantasy, the shame and disappointment overwhelming him to the point where he’d purposefully ignored you for days after.

he could tell you were hurt by his behavior — he wasn’t entirely oblivious — but he knew it was for the best. you deserved so much more than him.

the both of you graduated and moved on to your respective agencies, shoto swiftly making his way up to the number 2 spot while you sat comfortably at number 17. neither of you saw each other very often but when you did, conversation was stilted and a bit awkward due to the intense attraction and inability to act on it on shoto’s part.

shoto was willing to go the rest of his life like this; seeing you briefly in passing, stumbling through a discussion with much difficulty, and then returning to his penthouse to hump his pillow and cry out your name.

it was a pretty good system for the most part. shoto had no worries about ever having to face his feelings for you and was content to live out his days suppressing his inner turmoil just for you.

unfortunately, the universe hates him.

at least that’s what he told himself as he stood in the center of a boardroom next to you, clad in your hero outfits and listening to instructions on an upcoming mission that required you and shoto to work together. alone. for days at a time.

what the fuck.

to be honest, shoto completely tuned out the minute he heard “one bedroom,” his mind racing with all the horribly tempting ways his fantasies could play out.

by the time the meeting was over, he was hard in his pants and entirely distracted as you attempted to make friendly small talk about your mission. shoto sort of felt like he should apologize for being an absolute brick wall, giving you curt one word answers until you decided to leave him alone.

he felt bad but what else could he do when you stood there, wearing your obscene hero costume that revealed way too much of your skin?

well, shoto was being a little dramatic but that’s how he felt! your suit was a play on the playboy bunny costume but instead of being black leather (he thinks he would actually die if you wore leather in front of him), it was a white, lightweight fabric that helped with your quirk.

it was entirely too sexy and reminded him a little too much of one of his secret kinks that he was determined to never let see the light of day.

it was going to be ok! he reasoned. all he had to do was do his job, ignore you like he’s done for the past 3 years and everything would be just fine — right?

wrong. so fucking wrong.

the mission had gone well on all accounts. you both had kicked ass, much to your enjoyment, and were able to go back home a day early!

you were so excited to finally be back in your own bed and away from the weird tension that being around todoroki brought. it wasn’t that you didn’t like him — in fact it was quite the opposite.

you found shoto alluring and gorgeous, his awkward yet endearing mannerisms drawing you further into the mystery that was shoto todoroki. regrettably, it didn’t seem like the man in question was on the same page.

every time you tried to speak with him, he would either stutter and blush or refuse to look you in the eye and give you one-word answers. it was actually ridiculously cute but he would always disappear the first chance he got.

it hurt but you weren’t one to push boundaries where you weren’t wanted.

that’s why that night, instead of going back up to the room to watch tv (uncomfortably, might i add) and knocking yourself out, you decided to go down to the bar and celebrate a job well done.

one of the perks of being a relatively unknown hero was that you could enjoy a night in public without anyone approaching you, a luxury you knew not many top 20 heroes could afford.

with that thought — and the memory of the stifling hotel room awaiting you upstairs — in mind, you made your way to the sparsely populated bar, sitting down and immediately requesting a drink (bourbon, on the rocks).

you scanned the area, counting the number of exits and patrons before your eyes landed on the handsome bartender down at the other end of the counter.

with curly brown hair, bright green eyes and a smile that could kill, there was no way you could lie to yourself and say he was unattractive. even as your mind briefly entertained the notion of taking the brunette out into the alley and fucking him within an inch of his life, your heart just wasn’t in it.

your mind just couldn’t stop drifting to the tall, dual-haired, oh so pretty, man who was (inadvertently) waiting for you upstairs. of course, you weren’t even his to wait for but you didn’t know how to keep from imagining that he was.

a deep sigh escaped your parted lips before you downed the rest of your drink, wincing at the burn it left as it went down your throat. it was getting late and you weren’t planning on spending your night alone with the janitor.

you sent the cute bartender a soft smile while pressing a crisp $20 to the counter. he sent you his own grin back as his eyes trailed down your body clad in your tight hero suit, licking his plump lips in arousal.

you were flattered, truly, but you were a little occupied with getting back to your room, changing into some comfortable pajamas and conking the fuck out.

the trip back up to your room was long and arduous to your sore body, the elevators being out of commission leaving you to take the stairs.

by the time you were at your door, you were so worn out that you were ready to collapse but before you could manage placing your key against the lock, something caught your ear.

“p-please miss,” a breathy moan of your name followed by a wet slapping noise rang out through the door. “i’ll be your perfect bunny, just let m-me cum, please-!!”

holy fuck.

shoto todoroki, the man you’d been crushing on since your years at UA was now touching himself to the thought of you doing god know what to him and he was calling you miss?

you felt heat flood your core, your knees buckling under the heavy weight of your lust. now braced against the door, you leaned your ear against the wood, determined to hear exactly what was getting him off.

more wet noises permeated through the walls — did he just spit in his palm??? — before a long whine left his pretty pink lips.

“m-miss, i belong to you, y-you own me,” he gasped, the creaking of the bed just barely audible beneath his wavering voice.

by now, you knew you’d soaked through the crotch of your hero costume, your clit throbbing painfully beneath the fabric of your panties. you also knew you should turn around, head back to the bar and order another drink, leaving shoto to finish himself off but you couldn’t.

your feet were implanted in place, ear glued against the door as you listened to your partner masturbate to the thought of you owning him.

quietly, you lifted the hand gripping your key to the door, allowing the touchpad to register before slowly pushing the door open.

the sight that greeted you was otherworldly.

the blinds were parted allowing a dreamy haze of moonlight to envelop the room, casting the pale man before you in a somehow whimsical light.

he was stripped down to nothing, lying on his back with a hand wrapped around his gorgeous, swollen cock, furiously stroking himself to completion.

the plump lips that you had spent so much time admiring were parted, allowing whines and whimpers to leave them sporadically as his lithe hips bucked up into his hand.

shoto’s eyes were clenched shut so he was unable to see your dumbfounded, painfully aroused face as you crept into the room, leaning against the wall with your hand pressed to your mouth.

it wasn’t as though you’d never seen a man naked before — you’d had your fair share of men naked in your bed begging for you — but this was something else.

this was shoto — somehow more intimidating than anyone else you’d ever brought to bed and yet you’ve never wanted anyone more.

which is why you were almost surprised at yourself when you opened your mouth and whispered, “stop.”

immediately, shoto’s eyes shot open, wide with fear and apprehension as he lied there frozen, his hand still wrapped tightly around his girth.

the both of you stood there staring at one another, neither of you able to move. you let yourself have this moment to look at him, your eyes tracking all over his muscular form before landing on his length, not missing how it twitched under your gaze.

“i-“ shoto started but he was quickly interrupted by your own voice. “s’this what you do when i’m gone? touch yourself to the thought of me? you’re so dirty bunny.”

it was impossible to hide the low groan that echoed out in the hotel room, shoto’s cheeks burning red in humiliation. a grin crept across your face as you made your way towards him, giggling to yourself at the way he moved up and away from you on the bed.

“now you’re trying to hide, bunny? you weren’t hiding when you were moaning out my name.” your hand slid up his thigh until it was resting on his sharp hipbone, an abrupt gasp leaving his chest.

your hand continued its trajectory, fingers trailing across his tummy before coming to wrap around the base of his cock.

“o-oh fuck, miss—“ a thick drop of precum leaked from his slit and onto your awaiting hand as a low moan departed from the dual-haired boy.

one of his hands shot out to hold yours, drawing your attention to his heterochromatic gaze. shoto’s eyes held so much emotion, small tears already littering his lashline while the moonlight illuminated his crimson scar. he was ethereal.

“pretty,” you hummed, giving him a gentle smile while your hand squeezed his in reassurance. you’d had enough experience to know that that kind of comment was guaranteed to get some kind of vulnerability but what you were not expecting was the expletive shoto muttered before leaning forward to press his lips to yours.

immediately, he was over-enthusiastic, his lips and teeth clashing with yours messily, almost painfully, before you took control of the kiss, slowing shoto down before slipping your tongue inside his mouth.

his quiet groan vibrated into the kiss as you deliberately laid him down, resting his back against the pillows. from there, you had more access to his body, your lips trailing down to his neck while your hand took its place back on his length, lazily pumping him up and down.

“m-miss!” shoto choked, his eyes widening yet again, holding you with his stare. you chose not to respond, instead stroking him quicker while pressing kisses to his shoulder.

“miss,” he tried again, this time more deliberately. “p-please tell me i’m yours...”

with him asking so sweetly, a few tears leaking from his gorgeous eyes at the overwhelming moment, how were you supposed to deny him?

“of course bunny,” you purred, leaning down to peck his nose, sending shivers through his body. “you are mine.”

shoto’s reaction was instantaneous. his eyes rolled back in his head and his mouth dropped open as he felt his pleasure begin to crest, determined to push him over the edge.

you, of course, noticed his body’s response and quickly pulled your hand off of him, painfully ripping his orgasm from his grasp. a disappointed whimper resonated throughout the room as shoto’s eyes found yours, staring at you with such betrayal that you almost found it funny.

“c’mon bunny,” you moved until you were kneeling between his legs, your hands leaving featherlight touches to his inner thighs. “you can hold out for me, right?”

shoto nodded before he could stop himself, desperate for anything you would give him.

besides, it couldn’t be that hard to hold off, right?

...

wrong. so very wrong.

it had only been 30 minutes but it felt like 2 hours since you started playing with him and keeping him from coming.

shoto was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, both hands tangled in his bi-colored locks, eyes squeezed shut with tear tracks now drying on his cheeks and his cock standing fully at attention.

it was purple, throbbing, and covered in precum as you licked a stripe up the side making shoto sob in pleasure.

he had never been harder in his life and he was certain that he would just die if you didn’t let him cum soon.

“p-please, please, miss, please, let me cum,” he babbled, shaking his head mindlessly while bucking his hips up into the warm heat of your mouth.

you chose to ignore his pleas while you moved your mouth over his tip, sucking hard while your hand pumped what wasn’t in your mouth.

“a-ah-!!” shoto shrieked, his back bowing off the bed, his orgasm coming on so hard and so fast that he felt like he was going to explode. “c-can’t hold back m-miss, i can’t, i can’t!”

your hand continued to pick up speed before you pulled your mouth off of him, toying with his tip while leaning up to breathe into his ear.

“cum for me bunny. you’re mine.”

with a cry of your name, shoto came, thick spurts of cum covering his abs, chest and thighs as his body convulsed under the weight of his bliss.

it was the most all encompassing orgasm he’d ever had and you, his former classmate, current partner, and future lover, was beside him through it all, helping him ride it out.

in the back of his mind, shoto knew he should be at least a little worried about how your relationship was going to change after all of this but he couldn’t bring himself to care. you were here and now, bringing him the most pleasure he’d ever undergone with nothing but kind words and a smile, filling his touchstarved heart with heat and, dare he say it, love.

shoto may not have been the funniest or the most open but you chose him, even if it was just for the night. and now that he unlocked how much he loved you, nothing else mattered — just you and him.

as he collapsed back into the sheets, his head just barely registering the cool rag wiping him down, he took pride in how he finally admitted it to himself; shoto loved you and he would be damned if he let anyone else take him away from you.

now, all he had to do was tell you but that was a conversation for another day.

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[lavynrose]

Artem and his S/O confessing at the same time pt. 2

Title: Dedicated

Pairing/s: Artem Wing X Reader

Pronouns: Gender Neutral

Genre: FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF

Warning/s: grammatical errors

Notes: ok so!!! thank you so much for waiting <3 one thing i'd like to say is that i recommend reading part 1 before this bc it creates a build-up for the story's conclusion. There are some parts here that needed context from part 1. Enjoy!

part 1 here

He couldn't ask for more.

The sunset spilled all around the theme park, the golden intricates of the the railings sparkled than ever before. The orange radiance of the solemn sun gives the park an even more golden glow.

Artem looked around, taking in the seemingly perfect view of what can be only described as serene. The laughter of groups of friends, families walking hand-in-hand, couples giving their significant other loving looks, people enjoying themselves left and right, the quaint smell of hotdogs and popcorn.

You spending your time with him.

The sunset made this picturesque scenery even more breathtaking, and he could come here everyday if only allowed.

Right now, right in this very moment, everything is glowing.

Especially you.

"That was really fun!" the enthusiasm in your voice never fails to make him feel the same. He loves seeing you have fun, without a care in the world. He admits, he also enjoyed getting splashed by water on the raft ride.

He unconsciously offered his arm to link with yours and when you took it as you gazed at him, he's more than satisfied.

You fit so perfectly in his arms, it feels as if you're the missing puzzle piece he never knew his being had. Even having dried after getting soaked from the raft, the warmth that your touch radiated fills his senses with comfort.

This moment of getting to spend time with the person he profoundly longed for was enough for him. Enough for now. You don't need to know his affections for now.

Does he really need to let you know?

His feelings?

It'll probably make your relationship awkward. He's not ready to risk the sweet smiles and playful looks you direct towards him just for his own selfishness.

It doesn't matter. He'll love you even if you won't, anyway.

He then stopped in his tracks, you followed suit. Not caring about the people around you. Lost in the little world the two of you shared. He looked down at your form, "Yes it was. I enjoyed it very much." because you're with me, he wanted to add but instead of saying those words, an amiable look in his cerulean eyes twinkled, and an adoring smile latched upon his features instead.

Almost as if he's telling you an unspoken confession.

His expression however, turned into mild surprise when he noticed how your gaze was filled with enchantment. With a soft glint in your lidded eyes, your brows are knitted together. You were silent.

It baffled him.

Why.

'Why are you looking at me like that?' Artem wanted to blurt out. His mouth opened to say something.

It was unclear to him as to why you looked like you were staring at his very soul.

'Why are you looking at me like,' he can't help but ask himself as he continued to scrutinize your tranced gaze, 'like you want to say the same words I desperately wanted to tell you?'

Are his feelings reciprocated?

You blinked and suddenly looked away, "Uhh, Artem, I-"

"Everyone! One more hour to go for the fireworks! Please look forward to it!" The both of you landed your eyes on the speaker, then on each other.

Artem cleared his throat, pulling the collar of his turtleneck, "You were saying?" he inquired, voice and features laced with curiosity.

You cleared your throat and pulled on your collar, mirroring him, "I..." you started as your eyes darted as if you were looking for excuses, then your orbs glinted with realization and faced Artem, "I just wanted to say that we should take pictures! This is a memorable night after all."

His eyes begin to scan the theme park and his gaze found a small photobooth just beside the merry-go-round.

"Good idea. We haven't had anything to commemorate today's fun." He brushed off your weird behavior earlier as you dragged him towards your destination.

There weren't too many people in the waiting line, there were multiple photobooths, plenty enough to not create a line of more than five costumers per booth.

As soon as it was your turn, you excitedly rummaged through the cute costumes the guests can wear in the photos.

"Look Artem," you snapped your fingers to get his attention, "This would look cute on you!" You squealed as you waved the headband with cat ears in front of his face.

This kind of trend has been circling around lately. No matter how much of a busy man Artem is, he still has seen some posts about this on the internet...

Catboy culture, wasn't it? He wondered.

"You should wear one, too." He suggested. He gingerly took the headband from you and after a few moments of hesitation, he finally gave in to the anticipation in your eyes.

Your eyes were practically sparkling taking in the sight of catboy Artem in the flesh.

"Oh my gosh." You breathed, gaping at him.

Artem blinked. "Is there something on my face?" He then turned to the mirror to check what's wrong, nothing seems to be out of the ordinary though.

"It's nothing!" You frantically waved your hand and gestured towards the camera, "Let's take a photo!" you grinned, wearing cat ears identical to Artem's.

You guys started the photoshoot with your hands making peace signs.

Ah, the classic.

The few shots after just consisted of you putting on different faces while Artem just wore different headbands each shot, with the same pose.

"You guys, please act cuter for the camera! " The photographer suddenly commented.

Isn't Y/N cute enough? Artem internally recoiled.

"Young man, put your arms around your date or something, or do a heart pose together! " Mr. Photographer added.

Artem looked back at you, his eyes meeting yours, both were wide with surprise.

He cleared his throat for what seemed like the nth time today and looked at you for approval, "Do you want to?" he asked as his hands formed half a heart.

Your cheeks lighted aflame as you raised your hand, forming half a heart to connect it with his, "I don't mind."

As your fingers touched, Artem cannot control the pink flushing his cheeks as he smiled at the camera.

The photographer continued to instruct the both of you with how you should pose. He deserves a raise for doing his job really well, Artem thinks.

After of what it seemed like endless snaps of sappy pictures, the two of you decided to print all of them.

"Now we have lots of souvenirs!" you scanned each one of the photos and Artem can't help but think how good you two look together.

He thanked the photographer for putting his all into the shoot, then you both headed for the exit.

"How was it, Artem?" You turned towards him with a profound smile.

You have lots of photos together now. He can already see himself wide awake at night, staring at your couple-like pictures.

It was more than okay.

"It was a fun experience. The cat ears aren't bad." He said as he recalled how astonished you looked when he wore the headband.

"We spent almost 20 minutes there..." You sighed as you looked at your watch.

Artem unconsciously checked his wrist watch as well, "There are 40 minutes left before the fireworks. Do you want to check out more rides before then?"

You surveyed the theme park to look for more booths, "Look at that, Artem." you pointed toward the large and loud crowd at the park's quadrangle.

"Perharps it's someone performing." Artem guessed, hearing the strums of a guitar from the speakers.

"Let's check it out!" Curious, you and Artem shuffled yourselves into the crowd. The faint singing voice grew more and more audible as you got closer to the center of the attraction.

You headed to the front for the best audience experience and the singer came into view, "Isn't that?" Artem's eyes were as wide as saucers when he recognized the person singing.

Funny how you weren't surprised, and he wondered why.

There at the center, sitting at a stool with a guitar in hand, singing with a gold microphone in front of him, was the new employee at the firm, William.

Artem frowned.

That's the guy. The guy who was getting too cozy with you, the guy causing the unpleasant pangs inside his chest.

The guy who was one of the reasons why he got the courage to ask you out on this date in the first place.

The feeling of delight earlier was now replaced by uneasiness.

"I didn't know he was a performer." Artem murmured, and he kept glancing at you.

When he saw that you were clapping your hands and a proud smile has decorated your lips - one that's not aimed him, a sudden bitter feeling overwhelmed his whole being.

You looked very happy, and he hung his head low.

He vividly remembered your smiling faces in the office yesterday, and how William seem to always hang around you.

Artem realized he wasn't special. The warm look that he witnessed from you earlier in the sunset, the look that made him think that you reciprocated his feelings, you probably do that to everyone.

He felt so stupid.

While everyone was watching William hit the notes and strum the strings, Artem was watching your every reactions, only for him to get hurt on the inside.

His heart hurts, the clenching feeling in his chest tightening with every cheer that you voiced.

He's glad it was you who were causing this pain, though.

The crowd boomed with claps and shouts as the last note finished the song, and Artem wasn't in the mood to join them.

6:30pm

"Aren't you going to greet him?" Artem's voice made you look up to him, his brows furrowed and he wasn't making eye contact.

You just brushed his behaviour off and said, "Nope. I wouldn't want to disturb him on this special day!" you felt giddy, knowing that you helped William to set this all up.

As soon as his first day in the office, which was around a month ago, he had overheard you and Kiki talking about the big opening of PAX's amusement park, and kept asking questions about the event. He then learned you were friends with the heir, Marius.

You've never seen a face as shocked as William's when he learned that.

He even made Kiki contact her insiders about the soon to be opened theme park.

Kiki asked why he was so curious, and he said he performs on gigs as a hobby, balancing it with his law career, and that he loves performing ever since he was a kid.

"Performing on the theme park's opening would definitely give me more opportunities!" He sounded so passionate that you can't help but support him.

He became bashful though, as he said, "Besides, I've been looking for an opportunity to surprise my girlfriend next month," you and Kiki beamed at him, "This would make her happy, as I made a new song that I specifically made as a gift for her birthday. I'll sing it on the opening if I'm allowed."

That's why ever since, you became close with William. Whenever you talk though, he almost always talk about her girlfriend.

"30 minutes remaining for the fireworks display!!!" The speakers announced.

You were excited for the fireworks, and an idea popped out of your mind.

"Artem," you called him out "Let's ride on the ferries wheel, that way we're up in the sky as the fireworks erupt," you dragged him to the ferris wheel's ticketing booth, "I heard that it takes 20-30 minutes for a capsule to be on top of the wheel, the time is perfect for us!"

"Can we be alone in the capsule?" Artem suddenly requested, his eyes filled with a look you can't fathom. He looked so vulnerable.

"Yes, that's actually normal. We can request that for the youngest senior attorney with 99% win rate!" You grinned and you expected him to send you one of his gentle smiles, but he just turned his head away, and looked at the distance.

You take a good look at him again once you got the tickets, he's still looking away, a solemn demeanor in his face.

You can't help but wonder what he's thinking. He's been acting a little weird, you thought.

Does he not want to hang out with you anymore?

"Artem, if you don't want to, you can tell me. I won't be mad." You eyed him with concern, "We can just sit on the bench or something." you suggested.

Just like that, his expression changed quickly, regret clouding his face, "Y/N," he sighed, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to imply that with my actions," he stared at you for a few seconds, then you noticed that light was back in his eyes, the fond smile you liksd seeing is back again, "The ferris wheel is perfect." He then grabbed yoir waist and guided you both to the capsule.

You grinned, "I requested a capsule for only the two of us!" you waved the tickets at him, he chuckled and grabbed it from you to give to the person managing the capsules.

The capsule was air-condition inside, with big windows to get a good view of the outside. You expected nothing from a device created by PAX.

Across from you, Artem sits, his mood is a little better now, but you can't help but notice the silent sadness his cerulean eyes hold still.

You don't like seeing him like this.

"Hey, Artem?" you half-whispered, not wanting to surprise him from his reverie.

His eyes met yours, "Yes?" he responded gently.

"You know you can trust me with your problems, right?" You started, you don't let his surprised expression distract you from what you want to say, "I will listen intently to your troubles, and we'll find a way to solve them together! " You declared with the brightest smile you could ever muster, "So please, share your burdens with me. I'll carry them with you." You finished with a toothy grin.

He blinked a few times before finally shaking his head with fondness, "Thank you, Y/N. I want you to know that you are special to me." His face is suddenly filled with so much endearment you quickly looked away, "Uhh, Of course!" your face flushed red and you raised your hide in an attempt to hide it.

Artem chuckled, the sound giving you a sense of comfort and security. You looked up to him again and saw his features get illuminated by the lights flickering in the theme park, his adoring eyes lingering on you.

Like yours was lingering on him.

You smiled at each other, letting the other feel that they're not alone in the battles they're facing.

What are you to each other, anyway? You pondered when you decided to avert your eyes away from him first.

As far as you can recall, friends don't do this kind of thing with each other. The staring, the blushing. Oh, especially the blushing.

You can't help but long for the possibility of having your feelings reciprocated, but oh boy were you afraid.

"Can I sit beside you?" His question brought you to your senses, and you happily obliged, "Of course! This capsule isn't shaky, we'll be okay being on the same side." You made space for him as you patted the empty space. There he sat, his scent enveloping your senses.

It was silent for the whole ride up, but you were comfortable with it. You were with the person you love, being with them is enough.

7:00pm

Your capsule was right on top when suddenly, a boom was heard and splashes of color was seen through the window.

"Artem!" you pointed at the big, colorful patch of explosion that's a little bit below the capsule you were in.

The ferries wheel was so high that you were higher than the fireworks!

The fireworks was on your side of the window, you can see the view to it's fullest glory.

"Whoa!" you exclaimed, your eyes astonished by the scene before you. Your hands flat against the window, when you suddenly felt a body pressed against your back, and a hot breath against your ear, "It's amazing" you heard Artem mutter, as his breaths fanned the hairs on your neck, before resting his chin on your shoulder.

You yelped, you forgot Artem was just beside you!

Your heart pounded against your ribcage when you realized that in order for Artem to see the fireworks, he needs to look at your side of the window.

Heck, your thighs were touching, and you can feel every ounce of heat that his muscular body radiated. He's practically caging you and this small, suffocating space of a capsule isn't helping!

Despite the unbelievable heat that your whole body is feeling right now, you badly wanted him to wrap his arms around you.

Something was pooling in your stomach, something weird. All you can think about right now is Artem kissing you against the window while you sit on his lap.

Warmth filled your already heated cheeks upon realization of what you just imagined, and you mentally slapped yourself. What were you thinking?

The smell of his vanilla cologne isn't helping!

Nobody has ever made you feel this way before. No other person has affected you like this. You think about the things that this man had done for you, he was selfless, hardworking, and most of all, kind.

Especially the smiles he had always shown you. Those smiles filled with comfort and fondness that makes you weak in the knees. Whenever you see that smile, you find yourself looking forward in seeing it again.

To you, Artem Wing was unobtainable.

Yet you wanted to make him yours.

7:01pm

"Artem!" you pointed below with an enthusiastic grin as the fireworks boomed and splashed the sky above the theme park.

His body scooted over to you without realizing, eyes widening with glee and he muttered, "It's amazing" Artem leaned towards you, placing his chin on your shoulder for him to get better view of the fireworks display below.

It's taking every ounce of his control to not face you towards him and claim your lips then and there.

What you said earlier only fueled his raging feelings for you. You were willing to carry his burdens with him? He never had someone say that to him before, and he was happy it's from you.

The evening is flawless. The two of you were alone, having you near him like this, your decleration of support earlier, and a beautiful scenery before him that he won't get to see everyday...

A perfect evening to pour his heart out to you.

He decided that if there was a best time to confess his love for you, that time would be now. He didn't care about your answer right now, he just wanted to let it all out before this passionate feelings can drive him to insanity.

These feelings were driving him crazy, he wanted to let you know how you make him happy, that he thinks about you eveey second of every day, that you ground him and his lonely heart.

He noticed you were silent and unmoving, so he decided to take the chance. He took a deep breath.

"I'm in l-" "Can I ki-"

You turned your body to face him, surprised. Your face only a few centimeters away from his. One wrong move and you'll kiss.

The both of you blinked.

"You... go first." you said, biting your lip.

He stared deep into your eyes, none of you dared to move from this intimate position, your breaths fanning each other's faces.

"Y/N, I," he rested his forehead against yours and breathed with the most vulnerable voice you've ever heard from him, "I'm in love with you..."

You gaped, but he didn't mind.

He closed his eyes for a few seconds, "It's okay if you don't feel the same. I..." he opened his eyes to give you a loving gaze "I will keep loving you anyway."

He looked so vulnerable right now, but it didn't scare him. If anything, he feels relief in finally voicing out the feelings he's hidden for so long.

"I was in a bad mood today because I think you were interested in William," you just blinked and he continued, "I mean, you always look happy when you're with him. It crushed my heart." He finished as he waited for your response.

He waited, and waited.

The silence that you were giving him didn't give him any clue to what you were thinking, it's unnerving.

After of what seemed like an eternity you finally let out, "He has a girlfriend, silly." you see Artem's eyes widened and you continued, "It's a long story, but I'm not interested in him. We're just friends."

You felt the heat creep up his face.

"So... what were you going to tell me?" He said hesitantly as he gulped, the embarrasment from earlier evident in his voice.

Your cheeks flushed pink as you darted your eyes, it was now your turn to get really embarassed, "Can I..." your face looks conflicted. That if you say whatever you wanted to say, It'd be the death of you.

You took a deep breath, Artem told you his feelings, so it's only fair you tell him yours, you told yourself and mustered the courage to look up to his ocean eyes, a vast ocean so blue, you could drown in them, "Can I kiss you, Artem?"

It took a moment before he could fully process your words. His brain short-circuit.

"What?" He blurted out as he scanned your face for any signs that maybe, you have made a mistake.

but you replied, "I want to kiss you Artem," you put your hands on his shoulder to steady yourself, "I'm in love with you too."

His body tingled with so much joy, you being in love with him was just a distant dream before.

Not willing to wait anymore, he licked his lips as he slowly dipped his head to meet your already parted mouth, welcoming him.

You may or may not have kissed the entire way down the ride.

Artem Wing is a dedicated man.

Now, he's willing to dedicate himself to you for the rest of his life.

do not repost © lavynrose 08/16/21.

[90stvshowgoth]

—BREAKING & ENTERING

—ch.1 —ch.2

summary: after dabi was seen leaving your apartment complex last week, the commission has sent a lesser known hero to help guard the building until new cameras are installed. however, no security measures in the world could keep dabi out.

w/c: 5064

tags: dubcon, cuckolding, creampie, voyeurism, humiliation, exhibitionism, arson

a/n: this is the final chapter to this little duology, and the reason why its so much shorter is because the first one was really supposed to stand on its own, but i got so many requests for a sequel i couldn’t help it. so i just took the kinks i didn’t get to use last time and pay off some setup and voila. however, just ‘cause this is the last chapter of this story doesn’t mean i’m not gonna write a fuck ton of other stuff for him. ily burn man. plus i’m working on a huge, multi-chapter fic for him while i post smaller one-shots >:) that being said, enjoy.

The impact Dabi left on your life was far bigger than you thought it would’ve been on the night you snuck him away from the law. As he was running from the cops someone saw him climb through your window, and a different person also saw him climb down the fire escape. With witnesses like that, the other tenants were downright furious.

You almost felt bad for the landlord, it wasn’t his fault you were insane enough to willingly let a villain come inside both you and your apartment.

Your landlord and the police department came up with a solution. The apartment complex would be installing new state-of-the-art locks on all fire-escape adjacent windows free of charge. This wasn’t exactly an issue with seeing Dabi again, since all you had to do was purposefully leave yours unlocked.

It would take two weeks to install all the cameras, but until then, a community-assigned hero would be stationed to guard the complex.

His name was Kao, a middle-ranked hero with bright orange hair and a winning smile framed with dimples. At first you thought he might’ve been one of the better heroes, waving you off to work and walking you there the other day, but recently he’d begun to creep you out. The friendly conversations about a tv show you both enjoyed began to turn into invasive questions about your love life.

A week of lingering glances and uncomfortable prying culminated that Friday as he had flat out asked you to dinner moments prior.

“C’mon, I just— I said that wrong, lemme try again,” He stuttered, keeping pace with you as you marched towards the building.

“No, Kao, look, you’re cool and all, but I’m really not looking to date anyone right now.” You huffed, striding into the doorway and towards the elevator. That might not’ve been the whole truth but you obviously couldn’t tell him that you had the hots for a terrorist.

He groaned, rubbing the back of his neck, “Well you just got off work, right? I remember which room you stay in, maybe I can swing by tonight?”

You whirled on him, your jaw slack in shock at the insensitivity of his words. The reminder that he knew where you lived sending a shiver down your spine, “Kao, this conversation is done. I don’t want you following me around anymore, hero,”

Deep down, your words sounded familiar. If they were raspier and said behind a thin veil of indifference, you might’ve realized that you were talking like Dabi.

“What is that supposed to mean? We’re the good guys!” You slammed your fist down on the close-door button, your mouth a thin line, daring Kao to make a move and stop the doors. He didn’t, and soon the reassuring pull of the elevator set your shaking body at ease.

‘Who does he think he is?’ You were bitter, rightfully so, you think.

You were so frustrated that you had difficulty inserting your keys into the lock, twisting it with a growl and throwing open the door, ready to collapse onto your pillow and vent to whoever was online about your heroic stalker.

When you noticed the scent of cigarettes in the air.

“Hey, doll,” Warmth surged through your chest at the sight of him, the villain’s feet kicked up onto the coffee table.

You were hanging your coat on the hook before moving beside him to the couch, “What took you so long?”

“Not happy to see me? You seem a lot bitchier than I remember,” The crude edge of his humor was a breath of fresh air compared to the stifling niceties of work, and you smiled for what felt like the first time that day.

Shaking your head, you toed out of your boots and made your way to the frayed couch, “I’ll tell you all about him,”

That got his attention, “Him?”

“A hero,” Dabi’s frown worsened, an accusatory look in his eyes, “before you ask, no, you idiot, I hate this guy, there’s not a chance I’d sleep with him.”

The tensity in his shoulders relaxed, bring the half-finished Newport to his lips as you continued, “Since you broke in last week all my neighbors lost their shit. They threatened to sue if my landlord didn’t assign a hero to watch the building for a bit. I thought he was cool, but I’ve just decided that he’s a total prick.”

He hummed, nodding understandingly, “Want me to kill him?”

You gaped, hitting him on the chest, “Wha—No, Dabi, what the hell?”

He just shrugged, the intensity of his words almost funny to you, and as you recounted the last twenty minutes the ashes of Dabi’s cigarette fell to the floor. The dying lights of the sun streamed through your window, the smoke oddly beautiful in the glow as he handed you the last hit of his cheap cigar.

“You know why heroes are like that?” You shook your head, enjoying the numbing calm of tobacco, “It’s cause they’re spoiled. They go their entire lives being praised for everything they do so they don’t know how to take no for a fuckin’ answer,”

Apparently your smoking buddy was feeling talkative, much to your delight. His words made you pause, remembering the relieved faces of your neighbors whenever they’d see the gaudy costume Kao wore as he strode by.

“Shit... guess you’re right,” You mumbled into his side, not minding the ever-present aroma of burnt skin and smoke that clung to Dabi’s coat.

He scoffed, “I’m always right, baby,” His words earning him a pinch on the arm.

“No, you ass, just about the hero stuff,” He grinned, the staples on his dimples taut against his skin as he pulled you closer, his breath hot against your ear.

“Careful, doll, you’re starting to sound like a villain,” The drop in your stomach sent heat down your skin, yet somehow you were still shivering under his predatory gaze.

You shook your head, trying to will away the red that dusted your cheeks, “No way, my quirk isn’t strong enough to be a villain,”

He raised his eyebrow expectantly, broadly gesturing for you to go on.

“Well...” God, why is this embarrassing? “I can give people headaches.”

You didn’t know if he would laugh at you or belittle you for your meaningless quirk, but he did neither.

“Think you could practice it more? Get better at it?” He was serious, staring at you and expecting an answer.

You looked away, unable to hold his gaze, “I mean, maybe? It’s not hard to do, I guess,”

Dabi smirked, pulling you onto his lap. It felt as if the week hadn’t happened at all and you were right back where you started, your face flushing at the memories of that night. He dragged you close, eyes dark as he whispered something into your ear...

“Think you could split someone’s head open with a migraine?”

Your gut wrenched, flinching at the gory idea and making you sit up in Dabi’s lap. The atmosphere in the room hadn’t changed, his stare as menacing as before.

That is, until he started to crack up. Louder than you’d ever heard before, his fit filled the apartment until he had to cup his stomach from laughing too hard; the wheeze in his rough throat echoing around the room as your blush spread all the way down your neck.

“Oh, you asshole!” If anything, your shove against his chest only made him more giddy. The panic-fueled adrenaline was still surging through your body, unwillingly making the wetness between your thighs spread, even as you tried to wrap your head around the fact that Dabi had been fucking with you.

Your legs shook as he held on to you for balance, his cackling dying down but the shit-eating grin never leaving his face, “You were so freaked out, huh?”

“Yeah, no shit!”

He hummed, running a hand through your hair and suddenly yanking you forward, basking in the sharp yelp it brought from you, “You’re cute when you’re scared,”

You’d missed the way his scabbed lips felt on yours more than you’d ever admit. There was something about him that left you breathless, eager and questioning your life choices. Groaning into his mouth before pulling back and laving your slick tongue along his disfigured lower lip, you rolled your aching heat against him to force a truly pornographic moan from his mouth.

“Oh, fuck—” One of his hands slid down your back, grabbing your ass through your jeans, “Fucking hell, you missed me that much?”

You nodded dumbly into his shoulder, pressing chaste kisses along the ragged skin as he slid his finger past the band of your jeans, cupping your dripping sex with wide eyes.

“Goddamn, s’no way you’re this wet for me already,” His eyes were scrutinizing, trying to figure out why you were hiding into his neck, “What’s got you so worked up, doll?”

You couldn’t come up with a good excuse in time, Dabi thinking back to how your thighs had tightened up when he asked if you could kill someone, your eyes were frightened back then, yes, but there was something else. Something you wouldn’t tell him.

When the realization hit him, it hit hard.

“Holy shit, you get off on being scared?” He couldn’t believe his luck, the embarrassed groan you buried into his shoulder confirming his suspicions.

Dabi ran a hand through his hair, a childish wonder over his features, “Aren’t I fuckin’ lucky?” He sneered, pulling you back til you were at eye-level again.

“I’m gonna try something, baby,” there was an edge to his voice as he settled one hand on the small of your back, pressing your tits against his chest as he held your bra strap back with the other.

“What are you… Dabi, what are you doing?” The scent of fire and burning fabric filled the air, the ends of your bralette smoking between his fingertips, embers turning to ash and sprinkling down the couch until it was flimsy enough for Dabi to rip free, teeth sinking into your neck as he held you still to keep your skin safe.

It was jarring and a bit terrifying to be restrained against someone like Dabi without knowing his intentions. But nothing in you could deny the blinding rush of pleasure it ripped down your spine.

“It’s all starting to make sense, doll-face, I guess I was right the first time,” His hands tossed the smoking bra into hallway, reaching between you and torturously pinching and pulling on the rosy blush of your tits, “you do have a thing for villains,”

“Can’t wait to fuck that tight pussy again, doll,” Without warning he shoved your torso forward, your body bouncing against the couch, his hands flying to the button of your jeans.

“—Didn’t have time to take you right last time, didn’t get to taste you,” his words made you whimper in his grasp, keeping your legs somewhat raised as tugged down the tight denim.

You fully expected him to take you rough like before, make you choke on his cock before having his fill, but as he tugged off your black panties he crawled down the trembling body beneath him, slowly moving over your ribs, your stomach, and finally your drooling cunt.

He never broke eye contact with you as he pulled your thighs closer, keeping them spread wide as the hot fan of his breath on your pussy sent a thrill through your neglected nerves.

“I want you to scream my name,” It was an order, not a request. The unhinged tremor in his hands was unsettling, an unspoken threat hanging in the air.

Dabi’s tongue immediately found your clit, mouth wrapping around the glistening bead and sucking all at once, the moan it drew from your lips unholy. He moaned at the taste, hiking up your hips onto his shoulders.

“Christ, you’re sweet, doll, like fuckin’ candy...” He muttered in disbelief, more to himself that to you, licking a wide stripe along your drenched lips, diving into you deep enough to have your limbs spasming around him.

On instinct your hand flew to your mouth to muffle the sharp cry that the villain drew. He didn’t warn you before bringing his hand up high and slapping it into the bare skin of your thigh, a scream echoing through the living room. Distantly, you wondered if your neighbors could hear...

“Don’t you dare hide a single sound from me, slut, or this ends now,” his ultimatum was scary but the insult felt heavy in a way you’d never felt before, and you nodded without a second thought, breathlessly bunching one hand into the arm of the couch above you and the other into the ashy black of his hair.

You nodded down to him, silently saying to continue; the villain fixed on watching as your chest swelled in time with your breathing, a rush of blood going to the heat of his cock.

His pace was hungry, nipping at your thighs whenever he thought you were too comfortable, spinning circles into your clit with his tongue and chuckling at the noises it brought, “You gonna cum, princess?” You could only respond with a scream of his name, the plea music to his ears, but he needed you to be louder if he was to get what he wanted.

“Louder,” Dabi called your name like a prayer, moaning into your cunt as you practically suffocated him between your thighs, “Fuck—Louder, baby, scream it,”

“Dabi!!” Your orgasm was hot against his tongue and he drank in every last drop of your climax until you were wrenching away his greedy mouth, your pussy swollen and red from his care.

Just as you started to compose yourself, a frantic banging sounded on the door. Someone from the hallway was slamming down their fist, screaming your name.

“Hey! Did you just say Dabi?! Are you okay in there?” It was Kao.

Horror clawed away any kind of afterglow as you cupped your hand to your mouth, leaning up on your elbow and whispering, “What do I say?”

Dabi’s voice was just low enough to hide behind the pounding of Kao’s fists, “Do you trust me?”

Before you could answer the hero behind the wall called your name again.

“If you don’t answer me in five seconds I’m breaking this door down!”

Your gaze flickered from the front door to the villain that was wiping your slick from his chin.

“Yes,”

Dabi grinned, grabbing your wrists and holding you against his shirt, one hand wrapped painfully around your tits and the other erupting with blue fire in his palm.

“Come and get her, hero!” You made a confused squeal, thrashing around in his grasp, eyes wide and afraid as Dabi shushed into your ear, trying to calm you down.

‘Like hell if you’d calm down, he’d practically just signed your death sentence!’ you heaved against the fugitive, trying to shake yourself free to no avail.

All you could do was squeeze your eyes shut and imagine you were somewhere else as door was jolted in its hinges, the doorknob falling with a distant clang, and before you could beg Dabi to stop whatever stupid game he was playing, Kao ran into the room, eyes furrowed and fists raised as the door squeaked on the loose hinges behind him, blissfully unaware.

“Where are y—“ Kao’s voice paused mid-sentence, you flinched in Dabi’s hold, the heat of the redhead’s stare washing over you, naked and wet, making you tilt your head down, trying to hide yourself from the world.

“Isn’t she cute, hero?” Dabi rasped against you, the heat of his fire illuminated against the sweaty sheen of your trembling body. Kao didn’t know what to do, flustered and struggling to hide the tent in his latex costume.

You knew fighting back against the villain was pointless, falling limp in the strength of his arms as he chuckled into your neck, looking over at the bump in his pants, “You were right, babe, I think he likes you,”

“Get your filthy hands off of her!” Kao screamed, diving towards the couch with his fist raised back.

Dabi simply grinned, carefully hovering his flame ever closer to your now bare tits, you couldn’t help but scream at the proximity, and whatever plan Kao had in his mind died before his fist could make impact.

His novocaine laced voice spoke calmly beside your ear, “Any closer and she’s dead,” The hot rush down your legs wasn’t due to his flames, as one hand took to rubbing your sensitive sex, the sounds it elicited from you unintentional and mortifying under the presence of Kao in the room.

“What... what do you want, you bastard?” Dabi laughed at that one, tweaking your clit between his fingers and conducting the most beautiful notes from your pillowy lips.

“I think It’s pretty obvious what I want, don’t you think?” Your name on his lips sent you keening against him despite the inferno roaring inches away from your skin. He couldn’t move without Dabi’s flames hovering ever closer to your heaving chest, and to Kao, you were very clearly about to die. Although you didn’t believe Dabi would hurt you, he had asked you to trust him before he got Kao’s attention, after all, the line between foreplay and conflagration was becoming blurry.

Kao backed up into the half wall that separated the living room from the kitchen, barely making an effort to try and hide his erection anymore, “I’ll send you to fucking Tartarus for this, Dabi.”

“Oooo, scary,” His unlit hand trailed down your jawline, tilting you to his side until he could slide his tongue into your open lips, humming into your mouth, “What do you think, doll?

“Dabi, please... wait,“ The strength in your voice wasn’t as heated as before, and even you had to admit it sounded half-assed.

Kao’s quirk must be no good for long range because all he could do was stand there, trying to avert his eyes from your drooling cunt in favor of glaring daggers at the coy villain pulling soft mewls from your lips, “I swear... I’ll see you rot in prison for this. You’ll be fucking executed, you rapist—“

“—woah, woah, that stings, hero. Doll, is that really what I’m doin’?” You groaned, not exactly answering because you couldn’t hear the question, your eyes still shut tight in embarrassment.

The growl in his voice sent another soaking rush towards your pussy, as his hand grabbed you jaw, pulling you up, “Look at me,” Your eyes widened at the sight of Dabi so close to you, his chest warm against your back, the aches of your last orgasm fading into something new.

“Tell me to stop, princess, your call,” Time stood still as Dabi kissed a soft pathway along your neck, weirdly gentle as he listened for your response, his clothed hard-on pressed firmly against your ass.

Too flustered to speak, you merely wrenched your arm free from his grasp, carding you hand through his hair and pulling him to your desperate lips. You could feel him tug into a smirk against you as your hips eagerly ground themselves on him despite the audience.

Kao choked on his own spit, stepping backwards, but stopped when Dabi aimed his ignited hand towards the hero who was having difficulty piecing together your actions in his head. “What,” His voice cracked when he called out your name, “are you...?”

Dabi pulled away, a feral glint in the blue hidden beneath his hair as he licked a disgustingly wet stripe along your cheek, chest rumbling behind you as you squirmed at the gross feeling, “I’m still gonna need you to beg, sweetheart.”

Your dignity was hanging by a thread, hinging on whether or not you followed his lead, but the insane buzz your anxiety had stirred up under Kao’s confused stare and Dabi’s aching cock was impossible to ignore. He rut himself into the dripping curve of your ass, his jeans soaked with your slick as you found the courage to speak.

“Fuh...” Carefully, Dabi pressed a loving kiss to your temple, his stare fixated on Kao’s as you strung the syllables together, “Fuck me, Dabi,”

The hero couldn’t believe his ears. She’d turned him down countless times despite his pursuits, yet she was somehow fine with this? Kao briefly thought that perhaps his crush was a villain this whole time, but that couldn’t make sense with her weak quirk.

You felt Dabi twitch beneath you, the shameless way you showed yourself off was as humiliating as it was hot, and he laughed in lightheaded disbelief against the back of your neck, taking your ass in one hand and slipping the other down his pants, tugging off the painful metal zipper until his boxers were pulled down just enough for his cock to finally be met with the soft warmth of your cunt.

“As the lady commands,” Dabi grinned, reaching around your waist to take his pierced dick in his hand, rubbing and tapping his swollen head deliberately against your clit, pre-cum drenching your pussy as you felt boneless in his arms.

“Ah-! St..S-top tea-sing, Dabi!” You babbled, squirming to try and find an escape from his grasp or maybe trying to force him inside you, but all your struggling did was make him harder. But before you could beg, you froze at the sight of Kao a few feet away, his legs bending into a sprinter’s pose. He was going to run?

Dabi was having none of it, a controlled jet of flame grazing Kao’s knee, scalding the skin beneath the latex. The hero cried out into the bite of his fist, collapsing into the wall a few feet away.

“Nah, hero. You’re not leaving just yet,” The villain rearranged you on his lap, “See, the thought of you jerking off to my girl? It kinda pisses me off, actually,”

The color in Kao’s face drained as he had no choice but to sit and watch as Dabi slowly sunk you down on top of him, one hand drawing soft circles into your stomach as you reveled in the feeling of his piercings hot against every part of you.

“Though, I’m wondering, what did you think about, huh?” Kao sputtered, unable to form words just like you, formless noises falling from your lips.

His scarred hands grasped at the flesh of your thighs, raising you up only to shove you back onto his cock, the flames that still extended to threaten Kao suddenly flared up in time with his thrusts, the weight of him felt so much deeper at this angle and it was hard to breathe, let alone speak.

“I... nothing! I didn’t—“ Another whip of fire cut through the room from Dabi’s fingertips, a cast of blue leaving bubbling skin in its wake, pain flashing across Kao’s face.

“Fuckin’ liar,” You yelped as Dabi shoved you down, moaning into your ear as you squeezed against him, sobbing his name into his chest as he picked up a steady pace in your guts.

Kao cried out, stuttering and gripping along the inflamed line of skin, “I-I thought— thought about her... fuck— I just wanted her to suck me off, alright? There, I said it! Are you happy now?”

He must’ve realized the mistake in his words as soon as he said them, squeezing your eyes shut but having no choice but to smell the stench of burning flesh and hear the sound of muffled screaming as it filled your apartment, “Can’t blame you though, her mouth is God,”

Your hands scrambled for balance against Dabi as the screaming of his victim made him downright feral, filling your tight heat so well it had you crying.

“Damn, you’re soaked for me, doll, I just knew you were a kinky fuck deep down. You’re a slutty little girl for me, aren’t ya?”

As much as it hurt to admit it, he was right. He was painfully right, and you told him so. The unhinged, unstoppable force that was Dabi ignited a passion in you that’d never been fed before. He was torturing the hero you hated all while taking your cunt in deep, harsh thrusts, the metal imbedded into his cock and his chest behind you were blisteringly hot against your skin.

“Tell him, baby,” His question fell on deaf ears, your tongue lolling from your mouth a bit at the pleasure.

It caught you off guard when he drew his hand back and slapped you across the cheek, a blistering red handprint in its wake, saying your name so softly, turning off his quirk to run his hands through your hair, he whispered, “Tell that fucking hero who you belong to,”

The world tipped over as Dabi gripped your shoulders, pushing you onto the wooden coffee table so your ass stuck in the air. In an instant he was on you again, pounding into your cunt with a glazed fervor, your words downright biblical in his ears.

“On-ly... Dabi ca—Ngh, Only Dabi can fuck me this good,” You forced the words from your throat, thankful for the table serving as an impartial shoulder to cry on as Dabi lined himself up with your cunt.

“More, princess,” The snap of his hips had you drooling onto the table, catching sight of Kao’s slumped body in the corner as Dabi’s breath sounded much louder than before.

“Fuck, baby—” You cried, craning your neck back to look at him. Sweat glistened at the crown of his dark hair, steam shading his breath as he took you hard, “Your cock is— shit its so deep in me,”

Your nerves were spent from exhaustion as he railed you, being more vocal than before as he choked at the feeling of your walls tightening around him, his fingernails digging future bruises into your hip dips, “Wanna feel you cum in me, want you to fill me up— Dabi, wanna make you feel good,”

“Fuck, doll, I can’t...” He ground his teeth together, making you squeal as he mounted you from behind, spreading your legs out wide so you had no way to hide yourself, “Gonna fuck’n cum-gonna cum in you- fuck, fuck, fuck—!“

You both hit your highs at the same time, Dabi accidentally digging your face into the wood as he held you as tightly to him as possible, his cum running hot due to his quirk as he pumped you full, that broken cry of yours like music to his ears, humping you a few times to ride out his climax.

You felt warm and safe, Dabi’s weight a comfortable blanket even with your shivering skin pressed naked into the coffee table. However, the quietly groaning hero in the corner made you quickly come back down to earth.

“Dabi... did you kill him?” Your voice was small beneath him, but he just shrugged.

“Nah, not yet, don’t worry,” He kissed your neck one more time, his thumb rubbing circles into your indented stomach, pulling you off the table and back into his arms.

He pulled out of you and grinned at the sight of his release spilling down your thighs, “Damn...” he whispered, taking in the sight with a satisfied whistle, “C’mon Doll, forget about him.”

You were grateful he carried you bridal style to your bedroom, your legs gelatin at this point, and as he laid you down to rest he grabbed one of your discarded shirts that hadn’t made it to the hamper and wiped down the remains of sex from your twitching cunt before leaving the cum-stained top ignored on the ground.

“You doing good, baby? Didn’t go too hard, did I?” His concern was diminished somewhat by the grin on his face, satisfied with the mumbling, love-drunk form he’d reduced you to.

Shaking your head, you burrowed into the warm blankets, peeking your eyes out from beyond the covers in a way that even Dabi couldn’t deny was pretty cute, “No, just... what are you gonna do with Kao?”

His face was unreadable as he leaned closer, “Do you really want to know?”

Truth be told, no, you didn’t, you were just a civilian, far removed from the complex fight between heroes and villains. You were only in this situation because you’d grown to care about Dabi. In some small, sarcastic way, he’d wormed his way into your life, and he hadn’t hurt you so far, only going as close as possible to bring you over the edge again and again.

“No...”

“Good answer,” he stood up, tucking himself back into his jeans as he went back into the living room. You heard a muffled thud and what sounded like Dabi cursing before he reappeared in your bedroom, Kao’s unconscious body slung over his shoulder. For such a wiry guy, Dabi was pretty strong. Moving to the open window he basically threw Kao’s body onto the outside metal grating, his lungs uneven after carrying him.

Just as he swung his leg onto the windowsill you shot up in your bed, hand outstretched, “Wait!”

He turned back to look at you, genuinely confused as to what you could want.

“Kiss me before you go?”

He froze, then grinned, scoffing at the innocent gesture you gave so openly to a murderer like him. There had to be something wrong with his little villain-in-training to make her okay with it, just like him. Dabi ignored that thought for another day, striding forward and finally giving you the goodbye kiss you’d been denied last time, his tongue trying to map out every detail in case he could ever forget before pulling away with a warm softness to his ocean eyes.

“I think I might be starting to like you, Doll,” A feint rush of color fell on his unmarred skin and you’re sure your heart stopped beating for a good three seconds.

His words were a worn record being played over and over in your head long after he crawled down your fire escape, the teasing, sated haze in his voice hidden beneath a rasp of smoke. You weren’t sure how much he meant what he said, but you’re sure that the first thing you said in return was exactly what he wanted to hear; at least judging from the boyish smile that lit up his face when you said it.

“Come back soon, okay?”

“Okay,”

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Taking Chances Chapter 6: Let’s Play a Game (Overprotection)

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Marinette ended up not staying for dinner. She talked to Bruce for a little bit, but he had to leave for some WE emergency and Marinette wasn’t really up to bonding with the boys- her brothers- yet. But that was fine. It wasn’t like she was desperate to get to know the man and wouldn’t be able to after this trip because she had to stay in Paris because of Hawkmoth. No, she wasn’t upset. Not at all. It didn’t hurt her feelings. Nope.

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Walking into Madame Soleil's Wax Museum with Adrien by her side, Marinette is hit with a major wave of deja vu. And not a good deja vu. No, the memories of the last time she was in a wax museum with Adrien were awful, humiliating and- feeling a hand wrap around hers pulls her from her spiraling thoughts. Glancing down, Marinette tries (and fails) to hide her grin. Adrien is holding her hand. Adrien is holding her hand!

“Hey Marinette!” A familiar voice calls, a hand squeezing her shoulder, making Marinette squeal and whirl around.

“Dick? What are you doing here?” She asks, frowning at the boy- her brother- as he stands there with a huge smile.

“Well I heard that a new wax figure is being revealed today, and I thought I might come and see it.” He says with a nonchalant shrug.

“Really? Who?” Adrien asks. Dick’s smile twitches slightly as he glances at Marinette, making her frown. Was he seriously about to play the overprotective big brother card? Really?

“Jagged Stone.” Dick finally says, glancing at their entwined hands. Marinette tries hard not to roll her eyes. Come on, her crush is finally holding her hand and her brother (who she’s known for a day!) is seriously trying to ruin that for her?

“Oh cool! Do you think he’ll come to Gotham to see it, Mari?” Adrien asks.

“I think he’s definitely scheduled to make an appearance in Gotham in the next couple days. He’s picking up his new suit in person.” She whispers, grinning at the idea of seeing her “Uncle” in person again. He’d been touring for several months and she hadn’t been able to see him for awhile, just the occasional video call.

“So! What figures did you guys want to check out first?” Dick asks, wedging himself between the two and forcing Adrien to drop her hand. Glaring at her brother, Marinette scoffs when Dick just smiles innocently.

“The hall of heroes and villains sounds cool.” Adrien suggests, looking around Dick to see Marinette.

“Hmm. Okay, but if the Nightwing figure is in his disco costume, I reserve the right to melt the statue.” She says, frowning at the choked noise Dick makes. “Are you okay?” She adds.

“Oh, uh, yeah, yeah I’m fine. What’s 1so bad about that costume?” He asks, a hurt expression on his face.

“Have you even seen it? The only worse costume is Riddler’s.” Marinette says, adding a shudder for dramatic effect. Walking past the local celebrities room and the pop stars room, Marinette’s eyes widen as their small group walks into the hall of heroes and villains. Walking away from Dick and Adrien, she’s almost instantly drawn to the Batman figure. She reads the little plaque about the artist and frowns, turning to Dick who had moved to stand next to her.

“I thought it’d be taller.” She says, scrunching her eyebrows in confusion when Dick starts choking on air, gasping for breath as broken chuckles flood out of him. “Ookay then.” She mutters, turning and walking back towards the villains. Nightwing was, luckily, depicted in his most recent costume. As was Robin. Which meant the only real fashion tragedy (besides the god awful helmet Red Hood wore) was the Riddler. Pulling her sketchbook out, Marinette circles the wax figure, occasionally making notes and sketching out slight adjustments to the man’s costume.

“His costume might be terrible, but it’s still better than half of the akumas.” Adrien whispers, leaning over her shoulder. Marinette looks up at him, eyes wide as her face heats up with a blush.

“I, uh, um, yes. Yeah.” She says, trying not to wince at her lack of speaking skills. “I mean, at least we can rule out any fashion designer in Paris as Hawkmoth. Because if Hawkmoth was a designer, that’d almost be a bigger crime.” She adds, smiling as Adrien laughs.

“Good to know you’re not moonlighting as Hawkmoth, m’lady.” He says with a mock bow. Marinette snorts, then covers her mouth, embarrassment rushing over her. Adrien just shakes his head, wrapping an arm over her shoulders.

“In case you forgot, we’ve definitely seen each other at our most embarrassing.” He says, making her groan.

“Oh god, no. I tied us up with my yoyo!” She moans, turning and burying her face into his chest so she doesn’t have to look at him anymore. Her face heats up more when she feels him chuckle and wrap his arms around her.

“I’ve always thought that was paw-sitively adorable.” He says, laughing when she groans again. She pulls away slightly, looking up at him with a timid smile. He smiles back, starts to lean forward and-

“Hey guys! I heard they’re about to unveil the Jagged Stone figure. Come on, let’s go! Don’t wanna miss it.” Dick says, grabbing each of their hands and pulling them towards the exist (and successfully separating them again). Marinette tries not to glare at Dick. She’s about to have one less brother.

---

Dick Grayson wasn’t used to having a little sister that he could protect. Sure, he had a little sister. Cas was awesome, but she could also kick his ass without breaking a sweat. No, he’d never had a little sister to protect. Someone he could watch out for and support. But now….now he has Marinette. And he’ll be damned if he lets some little punk take advantage of his little sister. Ignoring Marinette’s glare, he positions himself right between her and...the boy. He’d need to ask Timmy to do a background check on the kid later. Especially if he thought he was good enough for Marinette.

“So are you guys big Jagged fans?” He asks, trying to pull the two back into a conversation. He narrows his eyes at the smile the kid gives Marinette. It’s too...adoring. Too much. She’s only...what, fourteen? Much too young to date. Especially this kid.

“Mari’s a bit of a fan, I think. But, personally, I much prefer Jagged’s designer.” He says, and Dick turns to him, missing the way Marinette’s face turns bright red.

“Are you talking about MDC? I love them! Their work is amazing! And Jagged Stone says that he’ll never have another designer. I heard that there’s a possibility of them opening their commissions again. God, I hope they do. I’d do anything for something made by MDC.” Dick rambles with a wide smile, deciding to ignore the kid for a minute in order to ramble about his favorite designer. As the group walks into the pop star room, Dick steps back and glares at the kid. He’d stepped just behind Dick and was apparently trying to hold Marinette’s hand again. Not on his watch. No siree. No one’s gonna hurt his little sister.

---

Bruce sighs, running his hands through his hair. He’d been checking the street cameras in Paris, trying to figure out what time Ladybug and Chat Noir patrol so that he can set up a meeting. Try and offer help, or maybe even offer to take control of the situation. Anything to get rid of Hawkmoth. But instead, it was like the heroes didn’t exist. He’d read reports of the heroes patrolling before, so why were they so quiet this week? The only akuma from the past couple days wasn’t even taken care of by both of them. Ladybug did it alone, and seemed worse for the wear when she came out of the battle. Where was Chat Noir? And why did it seem as though they had gone into hiding?

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Marinette was five seconds away from committing her first murder. Okay, probably her only murder, unless her other brothers decide to be as involved in her love life as Dick is. Because Dick won’t have the chance to be a problem for much longer. Because Marinette was honestly going to kill him. Right as she turned to finally yell at him, and tell him to knock it off, the lights flickered. She pauses her tirade, glancing to gauge Dick’s reaction to see if this is normal. And if his worried glances back at her are anything to go by, this is not normal.

“Let’s play a game! Solve my riddles and you all can leave freely, but make a mistake and someone will pay greatly! Take one out and scratch my head, I am now black but once was red. What am I?” A man’s voice asks, Marinette frowning as the Riddler walks in, a wide smile on his face. Ten goons walk in behind him, all of them carrying guns. She was used to the akuma attacks almost every day, but didn’t Gotham’s rogues have anything better to do than attack every place her class went? With guns? Come on. Riddler smirks and points at Adrien with his cane.

“A match.” She blurts out, ignoring Dick frantically shaking his head. If nothing else, she should be able to work with Adrien to get everyone out. But she knew his style. And riddles weren’t really his thing.

“Oh goody. We have a volunteer. Tell me, what has to be broken before you can use it?” Riddler asks, stalking towards her. Thinking for a second, Marinette tries to suppress a smile.

“An egg.” She says. Riddler narrows his eyes.

“I have 13 hearts, but no lungs or stomach. What am I?” He asks, Marinette frowns, running through possible answers in her head.

“A deck of cards.” She finally says.

“Buzzy, come over here and hold onto our friend.” Riddler says, gesturing to one of the goons. The man comes over and grabs Marinette’s arm roughly, she winces. That’ll definitely bruise.

“I answered your riddles.” Marinette says, deciding that now's as good a time as any to start distracting the man.

“And how did you answer them so quickly?” He asks, the frustration clear on his face.

“What do you mean? Were they supposed to be hard?��� Marinette taunts, ignoring the choked sound Dick makes behind her. She knew what she was doing. She did. She had to.

“Why you-” Riddler starts, stepping forward and pulling his hand back as if to hit her. Squeezing her eyes shut, Marinette waits for the slap. The slap never comes. Opening her eyes, Marinette’s jaw drops when she sees the Riddler’s fist held tightly in Dick’s hand.

“Don’t. Touch. Her.” He says lowly, a dark look on his face. Well that was unexpected. Riddler opens his mouth, probably to start spouting more riddles or other nonsense, when the goons blocking the exits drop. Noticing Red Robin and Red Hood picking off the other goons, Marinette throws her elbow back into the gut of the goon holding her. Not waiting for him to recover, Marinette stomps his foot and twists out of his grip. Grabbing his arm, Marinette manages to yank the man off balance and toss him to the ground. A hand on her shoulder makes her jump back and prepare to hit the person.

“Whoa, whoa, it’s okay ma’am.” The voice attached to the hand says. Marinette whirls around, ready to tell off the person, but immediately stops when she sees Red Robin.

“Sorry!” She yelps, jumping away from him. And she was too. She was determined to hit the person who grabbed her shoulder, so locked into battle mode, but she had managed to stop herself. Glancing around the room, Marinette notices Dick talking to Red Hood, his usual smile back on his face. That’s good. That’s normal, that’s right. The sudden blaring of the akuma alarm makes Marinette want to scream in frustration. Really, right now? It’s definitely already dark in Paris which means- Chat Noir. Ignoring everyone else, Marinette runs over to Adrien and grabs his hand.

“Akuma?” He asks, his voice low. She nods and tugs him towards the bathrooms, unaware of the eyes following them out.

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Super-Rockin’ Wedding of the Century

AYO! Day 2 of MGI Trope Tussle! Team Enemies-to-Lovers for the win. I bring you another oneshot. but this time i used 3 prompts like a dumbass.

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Daminette Oneshot 4.3K words (no warnings except slight cursing)

Summary:

“Marinette is invited to the Super-Rockin' Wedding of the Century and she needs a date. Alya is both her best and worst wingman.”

Day 2 of MGI Trope Tussle, I used 3 prompts to make this thing: 1. "You don't have to like me, you just need to pretend you do." 2. "I like your costume. You look very cute." "Are you making fun of me?" 3. 'Write about a very unusual wedding proposal.' this is the culmination of all my efforts.

without further ado:

It was the biggest news on the internet. Global sensation, international rockstar, Jagged Stone, was officially engaged to childhood friend turned manager, Penny Rolling. Memes and fan theories stormed every corner of the web. Trending topics including #rockstar_wedding and #RollingStone permeated every social media platform. Guest lists were speculated, dress designers were tagged in every post that even mentioned the words ‘wedding’ or ‘bride’. It was total mayhem but none felt it worse than up-and-coming Parisian designer, M. D. Cheng, privately known as Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

The young adult was up to her neck in design templates, and was drowning in half-baked ideas and sketches. While the internet has only heard about the proposal for a solid two weeks at this point, Marinette was in the know for six months. Jagged Stone had contacted her in advance because he needed her help with the proposal itself.

And what a proposal it was.  

Jagged had outlined his idea in simple terms but it was still so mind-boggling that Marinette needed him to draw some visual aids to completely convey his idea. Initially it sounded simple enough but the more the man spoke, the more Marinette felt her brain fry at the mental picture. It first involved recreating a scene from Penny’s favourite movie. Which sounded rather romantic, if you ignored the fact that her favourite movie was Bride of Chucky. Then it involved Jagged dressed as the Tinman from Wizard of Oz. Oh, and the proposal had to happen on Halloween because that was the anniversary of their first date apparently, and based on everything else this plan entailed it might as well have been. Marinette’s role in all of this was to simply re-make the white wedding dress Chucky’s bride, Tiffany, wore because Penny already had the leather jacket to match. Of course she did. She didn’t even want to know how Jagged acquired the Tinman suit. Not her barrel of monkeys.

While many thought Jagged was the eccentric one of the pair, due to his loud personality and being an actual rockstar, the more Marinette worked for the two of them over the years, the more she learned how absolutely wrong they all were. It turned out it was Penny’s idea for Jagged to dye his hair purple, and she was the one to ask him out on Halloween all those faithful years ago. Her calm and collected demeanor was an impressive cover for the absolute weirdo she actually was. And Jagged had planned a proposal that was undoubtedly perfect for her. Regardless of how abso-fucking-lutely bizarre it was.

To each their own and let’s move on.

The set-up for the proposal started with Jagged, dressed as the Tinman, playing the part of Chucky, who begins the body-switching chant from the movie. Everything from that point on was resting on Penny’s love for the movie. Without hesitating, Penny, dressed as Tiffany, and playing her part, knew the lines by heart and immediately began reenacting the scene with Jagged. Her lines involved telling ‘Chucky’ to kiss her while she reaches for a knife that’s supposed to be in his pocket. Instead, as Jagged was still dressed as the Tinman, Penny pulled out a slip of paper. On said paper, the words ‘All the Tinman wanted was a heart’ were written in Jagged’s almost illegible chicken scratch. When Penny was distracted with the piece of paper, Jagged had gotten down on one knee and pulled out the engagement ring. The actual words of his proposal were never actually said because, upon seeing the ring, Penny flung herself into the man, clipping her chin into his metal-plated shoulder, but she wasn’t complaining.  

So that was how the proposal went.

Wedding planning started almost immediately since the newly engaged had already picked a theme. And this is where Marinette began to regret every life choice she has made since she was thirteen; starting with opening the mysterious box she found on her desk and ending with agreeing to being the main designer for the Rockin’ Wedding of the Century. One thing that wasn’t well-known but not a secret about Jagged was that he was a superhero fan. He grew up enjoying the fictional ones in his childhood comic books and he adored the real ones he witnessed in his adult life. His song that he dedicated to the teenage Ladybug was only one part of his… appreciation. His hero-worship went so far as to beieve that a hero-themed wedding was appropriate. Or he didn’t, but also didn’t care about adhering to societal propriety and went with that theme anyways. So the Rockin’ Wedding of the Century was now the Super-Rockin’ Wedding of the Century. And twenty-three year old Marinette was incharge of the entire wedding party’s outfits.

Perfect.

As a small mercy from some god, both the bride and groom to-be had a rather short list of people in their parties. Marinette was also able to design appropriate hero-themed outfits for all of them and scheduled them for fittings in the coming weeks. That, surprisingly, was the easy part as there were plenty of heroes to draw inspiration from. However, that wasn’t the cause of her current crisis right now.

No. Marinette was up to her neck in unnecessary designs and ideas because she’s been avoiding one particular contingency in her acceptance of the wedding invitation.

She needed a date.

She needed a date because she had promised Penny that she wasn’t overworking herself and to prove it, she would bring a date to the wedding. Rather than call any of the people who expressed interest in her at some point in time, she designated herself to wallow in her situation and distract herself with designs. In the midst of her one person pity party, her phone rang under the sea of ripped out pages. She scoured for the device and hastily answered before she could accidently send the caller to voicemail.

“Hello?” She didn’t check the caller ID and was delighted at the sound of her best friend answering her.

“Marinette! How’s it going over there?” Alya’s voice was mixed in with the busy street life of Metropolis. She had moved there immediately after high school, snatching an internship with the Daily Planet and attending the local community college. She and Marinette don’t call often due to time differences, but when they do it’s like they’ve never parted. She always looked forward to her calls.

“It’s going great, Als,” if she ignored her current dilemma, then yeah, everything was perfect. “But you wouldn’t happen to have an available bachelor willing to be my date to the ‘Super-Rockin’ Wedding of the Century’ in your back pocket, would you?”  

Alya’s answering laugh was both comforting and teasing and Marinette felt herself missing her even more. What she said next, however, took Marinette by surprise.

“Actually I do.”

“Pardon?”

“Well,” she took a pause to build suspense. “I know a guy who knows a guy. But it’s nothing shady, I swear.”

“That’s not comforting.” Oh god. What has she unintentionally signed herself up for?

“You know my coworker, Jon? The guy who does the photography for all my field work?” Alya had met Jon as soon as she had started her internship. Both of his parents were top journalists at the Daily Planet so he volunteered to act as tour guide for all the new interns. He and Alya, from the exasperated stories Marinette has heard from Nino, got along like a house on fire. If he was involved, Marinette was starting to doubt even further that this was going to end well for her.

“Yes, I know Jon. How is he by the way?”

“He’s fine, but I remember him telling me how he tried to set up his best friend on several dates over the years and how they all ended poorly. He’s as approachable as a brick wall; not just a prick but the whole damn cactus. Or so Jon says.” How does that sound like someone Marinette wanted to bring along with her to the wedding? “But he’s totally your type so I could ask Jon to wrap him up in bubblewrap and send him your way whenever you want.”

“How,” and Marinette said this with a lot of feeling, “is he my type exactly?”

“Green eyes with daddy issues.”

“ALYA!” Marinette was absolutely floored at her bluntness. She wasn’t even sorry about shouting into the receiver.

“Am I wrong? You have a type and he fits that type. Jon mentioned how this guy and his dad hit several roadblocks when they first met. And I’ve seen pictures of him so ‘green eyes’ checks too.”

“That is not my type of guy.” She can’t believe this was how this conversation was going.

“Adrien.”

“I didn’t even know who his father was at the time, Alya.”

“Felix.”

“His dad is dead! That doesn’t count as ‘daddy issues.’” She can feel her cheeks flaming as the call went on. Any hotter and she was going to set her sketchbooks on fire. “Besides, I dated Luka so he doesn’t fit the criteria.”

“He’s an outlier and that’s only because his eyes are blue.” Okay, fine she had a type. “And besides, you don’t even have to date the guy. You only need him to accompany you to the wedding and you both go your separate ways after. No harm, no foul.”

Right. That was true. No strings attached. She could do that.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this but,” she held her breath and let it out loudly, ignoring Alya’s chuckle at her dramatics.” Give Jon my number to give this guy. And send his number to me.”

“Wahoo! Look at you, girl,” Alya was hooting and hollering over the speaker and Marinette found herself going along with the theatrics. “Okay, I will. But I gotta go, my cab is here. Bye!”

“Bye! Stay safe. Oh before you go, what’s Jon’s friend’s name anyways?”

“Uh, Damian, I think.” The call ended before Marinette could respond, but it was okay she mused. Tossing her phone onto her couch, she flopped down onto her floor and stared at her ceiling contemplatively.

What could go wrong?

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When Alya had described this Damian guy as ‘not just a prick but the whole damn cactus,’ she was right. Marinette had been texting back and forth with Damian for a month, and the guy was making this idea seem less and less worth it by the day. Whenever Marinette tried to learn more about the guy, he would ghost her for days on end before replying with a half-assed response at best. She knew nothing about him other than that his first name was Damian and that he was from Gotham. She had no idea how the ball of life that was Jon was even friends with someone like Damian. She asked as much to Alya in their most recent call.

“How did they even meet?” She was pacing the floor plan of her apartment, ready to tear her hair out. “Did Damian bully him in school or something?”

“Apparently their dads knew each other and introduced them,” Alya sounded half awake, stifling a yawn; probably because Marinette had called her at 1 am, Metropolis’s time. “Their brothers being friends also forced them to get along.”

“And that’s another thing!” Marinette had paused in her pacing and was now staring intently at a potted plant in the corner of her living room. Any more rage in her glare and the plant would have wilted and died. “He doesn’t tell me anything about him. I don’t need to know all his personal information, but if he’s going to be flying out to Paris on my behalf, I think I at least deserve to know his last name.”

“Hey, M,” another yawn echoed through the speaker, “I love you, truly, but maybe this could wait for holier day time hours?”

“I guess,” a vindictive part of Marinette felt like this was payback for all those inopportune calls when Marinette was busy with clients. “Sorry for interrupting your sleep.”

“It’s no big deal. But have you tried talking to him about it? If he’s ghosting your texts, try calling him. If he ignores you then too then maybe you should try finding another person to be your plus one.”

“The wedding is in two weeks, Alya!” Marinette partially regrets waiting so long to vent her frustration about the situation but she had tried to tough it out. “I would have much preferred if you were my plus one. You sure there’s no way to convince your parents to skip out on the family trip?”

“Sorry, M. Once the news about the proposal hit the internet, I tried everything. I even tried to use work, saying that I could cover the ceremony for the newspaper. My folks won’t budge though. My dad’s aunt is important to him and he wants us all at the funeral.”

“Right, right, I forgot about that.” Now she felt like an ass. “Send you dad my condolences when you see him again.”

“Will do. Good morning, Marinette. And don’t worry too much about the guy. Everything will turn up great. I can feel it.”

“Thanks, Alya. Good night, get some sleep.”

The line went dead and Marinette let out a rather weary exhale. She had no idea how this was going to work. She pulled up her contacts and searched for what she had Damian saved as.

‘Douche’ flashed on her screen and she hit the call button without remorse. She didn’t care that it was also currently 1 am in Gotham. He didn’t deserve that much consideration from her.

“What?” His voice was gravely and deep. And also really pissed if his clipped tone was anything to go by.

“Damian? Hi, this is Marinette, the girl you’re accompanying to the wedding in two weeks?” Her voice was pitched as if she was dealing with an irritating customer. Fake and polite.

“I know who you are. Why are you calling me at this unreasonable hour?” Fair, but Marinette was still aggravated at him so she wouldn’t concede.

“I’m calling because we need to talk.” She heard him scoff over the line and she felt her blood boil even hotter. She took several calming breaths to reign her temper in. “Don’t hang up.”

“Look,” She didn’t give him a chance to refuse and kept talking, getting everything off her chest. “This wedding is important to me and I promised the bride I would bring a date. After that you can delete my number and we never have to speak to each other ever. You don’t have to like me, you just need to pretend you do.”

“Whatever,” he sounded less annoyed from when he first answered the phone. “I will act as cordial as the situation requires, and nothing more. I also have my attire secured for the wedding and accommodations in Paris already prepared. I will see you at the wedding.”

“Than—” The sound of the call ending interrupted her and her frustration was back tenfold. With a cry in anguish she flung her phone onto her couch and stomped into her kitchen to channel her rage into baking.

Three loaves of bread and a dozen eclairs later, Marinette felt calm enough to finish the final touches on her outfit for the wedding.

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It was the day of the Super-Rockin’ Wedding of the Century. The Rolling-Stone’s, as they were asking to be called, had kept the ceremony small. Relatively. Only two hundred invited guests, few of which were asked to bring a plus one. Marinette was over the moon at the array of outfits people were sporting. Some chose full-on cosplay while others, like herself, went for more subtle nods to the heroes. In honour of a previous Ladybug, Hippolyta, Queen of the Amazons, Marinette based her outfit off of Wonder Woman’s uniform, Hippolyta’s daughter. A navy blue sequined halter top bodice that flows into a blood red A-line skirt. She paired it with a thick silver belt, silver gladiator heels rather than boots and broad silver arm cuffs. It was simple but effective. Besides, all attention should be on the bride and groom today.

A tap on her shoulder caught her attention and she turned only to come face first with red with black spots. Ladybug. Someone chose her as inspiration. How flattering. Looking up to see who was wearing the Ladybug-themed suit jacket, she stared at a pair of deep forest green eyes and a sneer to ruin that ridiculously handsome face. She recognized him from the photo Alya had sent some time ago. Damian.

“Hi, Damian,” at least one of them had to be civil and Marinette knew it was going to be her. But the idea that of all the heroes for him to choose from he chose her sent her into poorly stifled fits of giggling. Images of him going ‘Lucky Charm’ and ‘Miraculous Ladybug’ were almost too much to bear.

“I don’t know what’s so amusing about my choice of attire,” his face was starting to flush in similar shades to his jacket and that made Marinette laugh harder. “Ladybug is a well respected heroine and I thought it appropriate to pay homage while in her home city.”

“No. No no. There is nothing wrong with it. I like your costume, you look very cute.”

“Are you making fun of me?” His irritation was rather cathartic for the still giggling woman.

“No, I just didn’t think you would have put that much thought into your outfit for today. You always gave me the impression that you were ready to back out at any time.”

“I made a commitment and I had all intentions to see it through the end.”

“Could have fooled me.” And her snark was back. Now was not the time to pick a fight with the guy, he did fly all the way to Paris on her behalf after all.

“I’ve been meaning to ask,” and Marinette wanted to know how he managed to sound so condescending with that statement. “How did you even get an invitation to this wedding anyways? You’re not a celebrity and you don’t look like family either.”

“Actually,” she said it with more force than what was probably necessary but his slightly accusatory tone was just so irritating. “I am the lead designer for the wedding party,” her chest was swimming with confidence at the chance to talk about her job. “I’ve worked with the bride and groom for years; M. D. Cheng, Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”

Marinette will deny to her grave the rush of satisfaction at the absolute gobsmacked look on Damian’s face. A real fish out of water. Mouth open wide ready to catch flies. She wished she could capture this moment forever.

The moment was over too soon because Damian was regaining his composure and slipping into his default stoic expression. He cleared his throat and fixed a look at Marinette. It was rather intense.

“I believe I owe you an apology then.” He looked put-out at admitting something so menial. “I believed you were nothing more than a socialite chain climber.”

“A what?”

“When Jon reached out to me saying that a friend of one of his coworkers needed a date for an event, and when that event turned out to be the wedding of someone of such popularity, I figured you were only trying to increase your own social status by showing up with me on your arm.”

“And you said ‘yes’ anyways?” Marinette was confused but pieces of the mystery that is Damian were starting to fit in place. But something else stuck out as odd to her. “Also, how would you being my date increase my social status anyhow?”

He scoffs before answering. Bitch.

“What? It wouldn’t be the first time one of Jon’s set-ups ended that way. Besides, we’ve had an agreement that I can’t turn down an offer until meeting the person face to face.” Weird deal but some friendships are just like, Marinette supposes. “And being seen with me is enough to make anyone more popular.”

“...And you are?”

“Damian… Wayne…” He spoke as if he was talking to a small child. As if it should be obvious who he was like he was some celeb— Oh shit.

A name had flashed into her mind. On the finalised guest list, Marinette had only seen it once in passing, there was a name that belonged to someone Jagged was rather excited to see. He said the friend was an old college buddy. She remembered that much. She had completely forgotten that ‘a billionaire playboy’ was also attached to the name. Damian was the son of Bruce Wayne. Suddenly everything in the past few months made perfect sense. The cold shoulder, the ghosting, and his prickly disposition. He was overly guarded because he had justified reasons to be. Now she felt like an ass.

“Oh.” Real intelligent, Marinette.

“Oh? What, you didn’t know?” He sounded incredulous at the notion and he had every right to be. Marinette could only shake her head. Words were failing her now, her brain trying to rewrite the memories of every interaction the two ever had.

She was saved from further mortification by a call for everyone to find their seats. The wedding was about to begin.

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The ceremony was beautiful. Penny’s dress was a silver grey, tied back with a golden belt. Instead of a long train, Marinette had attached a black cape that shimmered in the right lighting. Penny wore a tiara with two peaks to imitate the ‘bat-ears.’ A Batman-themed wedding dress was not something she ever saw herself making, but she was proud at how beautiful and confident Penny looked in it. Jagged was adorn in a royal blue suit with bold red lapels. He also had a matching red cape. His hair was styled in the familiar sleek way Superman wears it. The two made quite the pair.  

The reception was a lively affair. Jagged had dedicated several songs to his new wife and they dazzled the crowd on the dance floor. Marinette didn’t pay much attention to the speeches beyond a quick glance at Damian when his own father stepped up to the podium. He had buried his head in his hands, looking like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole. A courtesy pat on the back was all Marinette gave to him.

The two hadn’t really spoken much since the revelation that they had completely misjudged each other. The awkward tension was almost palpable. As Marinette was gathering the courage to speak to him, to try and officially clear the air, she was being dragged by one of the bridesmaids onto the dancefloor. It was time for the bride to throw the bouquet. All the unmarried women were being corralled into a tight cluster and Marinette got swept up in the tide.

Marinette wasn’t focusing on the actual game, trying her hardest not to get trampled, when she saw something move in her periphery. Years of being Ladybug had left her with finely honed instincts so she could not be blamed when she immediately jumped and caught the incoming object. The bouquet. She had caught the bouquet. Oh that was just her luck. Deafening squeals of delight brought her out of her own head and she was suddenly being embraced in Penny’s arms. She returned the hug, sharing in her delight, before breaking away to sit down.

“Nice catch.” His voice had surprised her, she hadn’t expected him to speak to her for the rest of the night.

“Uh, thank you. Just lucky, I guess.” Damian didn’t get the chance to respond because he was being dragged by his own father to join all the bachelors in catching the garter. Marinette was equally uninterested in this spectacle and had let her mind wander to other things.

A loud uproar caught her attention again and her eyes zeroed in on Damian holding the tossed garter. He made his way back over to her, dropping himself into his seat gracelessly. The two sat in silence, contemplating the implications of them both catching the garter and bouquet. The games were done purely for tradition’s sake, with total disregard of what it was supposed to symbolise. Still. One’s mind couldn’t help but wander. Minutes ticked passed and Marinette was beginning to wonder if someone was going to talk about the elephant in the room.

“So,” Damian’s voice was slightly strained, like he wasn’t used to being this flustered. It was kind of endearing. Wait what?

“So.”

“While marriage seems far out of reach for right now,” Oh god. He was going to talk about it. “How does dinner sound, next Friday?”

“Wait,” he wanted to spend more time with her? After their disastrous first impressions? “Really?”

“Really. I believe we started off on the wrong foot,” he let out a soft chuckle, almost self-deprecating. “Which isn’t really new for me, but it’s not everyday I meet someone who doesn’t recognise me at first glance. I think you’re someone who I would like to get to know better. If that is something you are also interested in.”

“Yeah,” Marinette knows all about wanting to get acquainted with someone who she’s had a bad first impression of. Just look at her past relationships. Wow, she really does have a type. Damning thoughts for later. “Friday works for me. Seven pm?”

“Perfect. I’ll text you the details then.”

“Wonderful, I can’t wait.”

The rest of the evening was spent in companionable silence with small bouts of conversation in between. They shared a couple dances on the floor and parted ways at the end of the night with budding anticipation for Friday.

As Marinette was preparing for bed that night in the comfort of her apartment, she sent a text to Alya that her friend would see later in the day.

You were right, I do have a type :(