see through plastic

dazzle me. ((jondami))

i was listening to this song and a idea came to mind. ‘’you’re getting higher than the ceiling lights, and falling hard, hard enough to lose the fight. not in it for the money, just in it for the thrill.’’ -dazzle, oh wonder. 2.7K+ words.

   Damian’s fascinated, utterly hypnotized.

And it’s all the fault of one special Kryptonian.

He doesn’t do love, what’s the point? It makes you weak. Gives people a way to get right through your armor and shatter you in a way that nothing else does. His mother explained that to him many a time. He had listened to her stories as a child.

There was someone once, someone that she had truly loved. Ra had found out. He killed them right in front of her. She vowed never to love again. It was foolishness. 

Damian learned from her mistake just like she wanted him to.

‘‘You will never let yourself sink as low as petty humans. You, my son, deserve a god for you will be one someday with this mighty empire of ours.’’ She spoke, it was a miracle she was giving him the slightest of affection, running her nimble fingers through his hair. For a moment, he believed that he saw love in her eyes. Then she steeled, abruptly standing up from her seat beside him. ‘’We need to cut your hair at once.’’

And that was that.

He never loved, scoffed at admirers, pretended to retch at the romantic scenes in the movies Dick was so fond of watching. Poked fun at the silly novels he occasionally caught Jon reading.

Then puberty happened.

Hormones, hormones, hormones.

He was laying back on his bed. Titans Tower was completely deserted. Everyone hadn’t yet come back from the holiday break. Not that he blamed them. The ones who didn’t have family simply stayed with another of the teens. 

Damian had come back as soon as the clock struck midnight, announcing the presence of the new year. 

He stared at the ceiling, trying to count exactly how many bumps were on the roof of his room. The Titans had repainted his room, which had been a chipped, bloody mess. He was grateful, but none of them had any futures in designing rooms or anything of the sort. Some paint was layered, to cover the dark crimson stains, and you could tell the difference right away.

He said nothing.

He was restless. He couldn’t get to sleep, no matter which way he turned, or punched his pillow. He tried sleeping on his stomach, but that was just uncomfortable in so many ways. Plus, he didn’t feel like getting accidentally turned on which was happening quite frequently nowadays.

‘‘It’s perfectly normal-’‘ Dick crooned. ‘‘Another word and I will smother you in your sleep.’‘ Damian interrupted.

Robin sighed. It was so quiet without any members of his team. Usually there was at least one insomniac hanging out in the living room, watching some sort of program on the TV, which Damian could hear from his bedroom.

Not today. 

A ear-piercing sound rang in the air.

He shot up in bed, blindly going for his suit, pulling it on in record breaking time.

Adjusting the mask as he went, he ran out to the living room.

‘INTRUDER ALERT’ flashed across the screen and the wail continued.

What, the Tower was impossible to break into. He had been making sure of it. Great, now he had to say that the Tower was nearly impossible to break into. 

Goddammit.

He started pressing buttons to at least stop the sound so he could figure out where the hell this intruder was, so he could beat the living hell out of them. He was a bit antsy.

Then, the alarm stopped.

He glanced down at the electronic keyboard and found that he hadn’t pressed enter yet. 

Damian froze.

‘‘Sorry ‘bout that, I slipped up on the last number in the code.’‘ A voice came from behind him. A laugh as well, a low one that managed to make his heart beat the slightest bit faster. Not that he would ever acknowledge it.

Damian tucked away the batarang that had been taken out in the blink of an eye. 

He turned around, seeing Superboy vault over the couch. 

Jon placed his feet over the top of the couch as his head hung off the couch, strands of hair coming loose with gravity and framing his oh so perfect blue eyes and delicate, dull pink lips. Ones that were forming a word.

–you’ve got diamonds in your eyes tonight–

‘‘-me.’‘ Jon was smiling at him, it sent an unfamiliar warmth through him and he had to fight back a shiver. 

Pathetic.

‘‘Huh?’‘ Had he really been so distracted by the boy hanging upside down?

No. Yes. 

‘‘Nothing,’‘ Jon laughed. ‘‘What’s up?’‘

The question snapped the youngest Wayne out of his daze and back to his senses.

‘‘What’s up?’’ Damian mocked. ‘’How the heck did you manage to get into my secure building? Why are you here? What is the meaning of this?’’

‘‘Pretty sure that it doesn’t belong to you and one question at a time, please.’‘ A lopsided grin. 

He hid his reaction to it, waving his hand so the keyboard disappeared, leaving the coffee table just that. A plain table.

‘‘Okay, then answer them.’‘

‘‘Someone’s grouchy. Ooh, an apple.’‘ Jon sat up, grabbing the fruit from the bowl placed there. He made a face after biting into it. ‘‘Ours are better.’‘ He gingerly set it down on the table.

Damian rolled his eyes. ‘’I’m waiting, Kent.’’

‘‘Really, Wayne?’’ 

Nope. He noped everything. This was karma, had to be.

He watched in silence as Jon lent forward, placing his somehow soft fingers on the side of his face, it was unusual and it took him off guard. His own hands were rough from years of handling his equipment. Little cuts littered them. Permanent.

Breath hitched in his throat.

Why was he reacting like this?

Then, Jon’s fingers brushed higher up and they pulled at his mask, successfully removing it. He pulled back, casually dropping the thing in his lap.

‘‘There, so much better.’‘ The shaggy haired teen smoothed out the creases in the mask.

Damian let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding.

‘‘So, now to answer your many questions.’‘ Jon waved his hands around in a flourish and Damian found himself staring at their every twitch.

Huh, he has really pretty hands. 

He found himself wanting to get into contact with them once again. 

‘‘Kon gave me the code by the way, so don’t worry. Your security is still perfectly intact.’‘

‘‘Of course it is, I built it.’‘ The vigilante responded with a huff.

Jon tilted his head back in a laugh, and Damian should have found that offensive but he was trapped. 

Enthralled by the way Jon’s eyes shut when he did so, a sense of disappointment stirring in Damian when he could no longer view the wonderful shade of blue, lips curling upwards, collarbones just about showing from the top of his hoodie that wasn’t zipped all the way to the top, and it being yanked up a bit when he brought up a hand to muffle a laugh, exposing some of the beautiful pale skin right underneath his navel.

–dazzle me, dazzle me–

Whatever deity existed, they were torturing him. 

The one across from him took a moment to calm, taking a deep breath in and then out.

‘‘I’m-,’‘ Superman’s son snickered again, ‘‘fine.’‘ He waved his hand in dismissal of the laugh that had just occurred. ‘‘Listen, I was in the area, and Kon told me you were hanging around here alone. Thought I would keep you company.’‘ There was a pause. 

Damian didn’t know why but his heart pounded with fear, drowning out any other noise.

‘‘…And maybe we could talk about what happened at my party?’‘

And there it was.

‘‘Damian, c’mon,’‘ Jon whined, bringing a smile to Damian’s lips. ‘‘It’s my fifteenth, we’re here to have fun. Not lurk in a corner and be depressing.’‘

‘‘It’s what I do best.’‘ He replied, and full lips formed into a adorable pout.

He didn’t like parties, and Clark and Bruce, God knows how those two conspired to do this, had thrown the biggest one ever. They had left once it started, trusting the boys to not let anything get too out of hand.

‘‘Well, we’re dancing.’‘ Jon spoke, a certainty in his voice.

–give me neon lights–

‘‘No way.’‘ He scoffed, settling in on the couch.

‘‘It’s my birthday, I get exactly what I want.’‘

Damian didn’t understand why that sentence affected him so much.

He let Jon pull him up, dragging him into the fray.

Swarms of warm, teen bodies. They didn’t know half these people but it didn’t matter right now. The smell of sweat, and excitement buzzing in the air like electricity, his veins absorbing it.

–see the plastic life through my bloodshot eyes–

They fumbled, awkwardly stepping, not really knowing what to do but that made it better. 

–you’re getting higher than the ceiling lights– 

Jon kept getting closer and closer.

He didn’t notice.

–and falling hard, hard enough to lose the fight–

They stepped on each other’s toes a couple of times.

Jon was swaying, and was humming along to the beat with his eyes shut. 

‘‘Having fun there?’‘

Red colored the boy’s cheeks, as if he’d been caught.

A blush (?) 

He stuck out his tongue at Damian, childish.

They broke out laughing.

Quiet.

‘‘You’re looking at me like that again.’‘ Blue eyes, narrowed. Calculating.

‘‘Like what?’‘ The Arabian male said, confused. 

‘‘I dunno, It’s just-’‘ Jon shook his head. ‘‘I should shut up.’‘

‘‘No, really. Like what?’‘

Raven hair fell into his eyes as Jon stared down at his worn out sneakers.

He mumbled something, but Damian didn’t catch it with how loud the conversations around them were.

A fist gripped his shirt, balling it up. Damian thought that Jon was going to punch him for a second and he went to remove the hand.

Jon was faster.

A rough tug to the front of his shirt, and lukewarm lips crashed against his slightly chapped ones.

–not in it for the money, just in it for the thrill–

A weird sounding noise escaped his mouth, and the grip on his shirt loosened but the hand remained there, pressing against his chest.

The other was brought up, skimming the back of his neck.

–living in the moment, paying for the kill–

His eyes fluttered closed, body relaxing in way he didn’t know was possible.

Damian had no idea how to respond so he just did. No thinking.

Hands on Jon’s waist, fingers curling into the belt loops on his jeans, tugging.

More, more, more.

Him, him, him.

Invading his thoughts, poisoning his mind until there was nothing else.

–i am wild alive, i am wild alive–

His head started to feel dizzy, and with irony he remembered, ‘I need air,’ and pulled back, although Jon was hesitant to let him go, and gave a whimper.

They stared at each other, eyes going wide as if only now realizing what they had just done.

‘‘Oh my God, I’m-’‘ Jon began but Damian’s mouth was already back on his, muting any further words.

–golden grill of sadness, mid-life wasted youth–

The rest of the night was a blur.

They broke apart, snuck away from the crowd. 

They made their way onto the roof, and talked. Nothing about what had just happened. Just…life.

–there’s a human in your heart of hearts–

There was a new feeling in the air between them, however. 

Damian liked it.

–hiding true colors made you fall apart–

The party ended, and Jon went home while Damian helped clean up the mess left behind by everyone.

‘‘What about it?’‘ Damian’s voice sounded choked, even to him. Scared, even. He talked fast. ‘‘There’s nothing to talk about. Absolutely nothing.’‘

‘‘It’s been three months, we ought to talk about it sometime.’‘ Jon’s voice was soft, as if trying to lure a frightened animal from their hiding place.

–throwing fire, trying to make it right–

‘‘No, we don’t.’’ Damian continued stubbornly, crossing his arms over his chest, purposely avoiding his friend’s eyes which were probably giving him the signature Jon Kent look.

If you thought puppy dog eyes were bad, Jon’s version of them were the absolute worst and could get anyone to do anything.

Hence, why Damian refused to look Jon in the eye. He’d give in.

Jon threw up his hands in frustration, giving a long, annoyed exhale.

–always ends up like this, always gonna lose–

‘‘Fine! How about I talk, and you listen?’‘

Damian didn’t respond.

‘‘What, was I that bad a kisser or something? Is that why you’ve refused to partner up with me on anything unless told to, huh? Do you just not like me? A fluke, a mistake. You could have just told me instead of being a, a, thing about it! If I remember correctly, you kissed me back! That’s gotta mean something. Doesn’t it?” His voice got progressively quieter, more shaky as he went on, as if he were scared to have a answer to his many questions.

It almost hurt to hear him ramble.

‘‘Opposite.’‘

Jon stopped, anger still visible in his eyes, and the way his hands were clenched at his sides. 

Damian groaned, leaning forward and dropping his head into his hands.

‘‘Explain it to me then.’‘ A unspoken plead was in his eyes and that did it for Damian.

‘‘I-I got scared, alright? It’s not just everyday that your best friend for five years kisses you! I didn’t want to, didn’t want to ruin it, okay? I’ve freaking done things but what if me, me being me is the thing that makes that disappear? That’s a heck of a lot worse. So,I distanced, maybe you’d forget all about it.’‘ Damian’s voice rose and lowered throughout his rant, shouting and then dropping into a barely audible whisper that would have gone unheard if not for Jon’s super hearing.

Jon looked at him and gave a bitter laugh. Nothing like the one that made warmth flush to his cheeks and his heart thump that much faster.

‘‘I was the one who kissed you, don’t you think that means anything? I know you. I’m pretty sure I know what I’m doing.’‘

‘‘Don’t you mean, was?’’ Damian said.

Jon looked at him, a determined expression on his face.

‘‘No.’‘

And then he kissed him, again. 

This time was much different. It wasn’t sped up, this was drawn out.

Slow.

The other was pent up feelings being let out, this one was expression.

Damian found himself returning it, before he even realized what he was doing. 

A hand cupped his cheek and Damian gave a content sigh against Jon’s mouth. He tangled his hands in the shaggy mess that was Jon’s hair, gently pulling on the strands.

Hands were on his chest now, moving.

Blunt nails dug into his back, not enough to hurt, but he definitely felt the pressure.

Jon pulled away this time, red plastered on his cheeks, lips slightly swollen.

Their foreheads resting together as they caught their breaths, panting.

‘‘Well-’‘

‘‘That was something.’‘ Jon deadpanned.

‘‘Agreed.’‘ Damian nodded.

They laughed in unison, clutching each other’s shirts while they howled with laughter. 

They calmed, but didn’t move from where they were.

Jon wrapped his finger around a small silver chain that had a tiny cat pendant, he had gifted him it the Christmas before, saying that it had reminded him of Alfred, Damian’s cat that is.

‘‘You kept it.’‘

‘’Why wouldn’t I?’‘

‘‘It seemed that you didn’t like it.’‘

‘‘Oh, well I do. I like it, since it came from you, and I like you.’‘ The words were just slipping out of his mouth by now, and holy- Jon looked so pretty like this, all flushed and out of breath and wow. He really needed to make him look like this more often. ‘’You’re even more pretty up close.’’

Jon couldn’t possibly have gotten more red, but he did, ducking his head.

‘‘Yeah, same goes for me.’‘ He murmured.

‘‘What was that?’‘ Damian teased.

‘‘I like you too. There, happy.’‘ He looked up, meeting Damian’s lovesick gaze.

‘‘Yes.’‘

–dazzle me, dazzle me–


fin.

anonymous asked:

Hey! I love your writing ^^ Can I please request RFA + Saeran finding a pregnancy test, and they think is MC's, but it's her friend's, MC was just helping her? What would they do? Thx thx

Hahahaha I love this! Let’s do it! ^^

RFA + Saeran reacting to finding a pregnancy test


Zen

  • Your friend needed to talk to you alone, your boyfriend was working, so you told her to come by the apartment you and him had been sharing for a couple of weeks now
  • She wasn’t sure if she was pregnant, but her period was a couple of days late.
  •  You told her she should buy one of those drugstore’s pregnancy test, she seemed so scared and worried, so you offered to go with her to buy one and she could take it at your place
  • She was embarrassed and trembling, so you bought it. When you two left, she told you she saw a light, like a camera’s flash. You didn’t mind, she was probably seeing things due to the stress
  • The two stripes appeared on the stick, it was positive. Oh god… the poor girl was desperate! She was so young, it was just an one night stand, the guy probably didn’t even remember her, what would she gonna do now? Oh my god oh my god oh my god…
  • You wanted to help, but you had no idea of what to say, and your phone buzzing so much was getting to your nerves! You turned it off, whatever it could be, it wasn’t more important than comforting your friend right now.
  •  You didn’t know what to do, so you made her some tea and hugged her, saying comforting words, at least that’s what Zen did to you whenever you’re feeling blue. She needed to calm down before thinking what she was going to do… and it was working!
  • Just until Zen walked through the door like a bolt and grabbed you in a tight embrace. “I came as soon as I saw it! I called you, texted you, why didn’t you answer me???  God… these people have no respect for privacy… are you okay, babe? Did you… did you… already take it?” You and your friend were completely confused.
  • “Babe, what are you talking about?” you asked. “The test, the one you bought it at the drugstore…”
  • “How do you know that?” you and your friend asked at the same time. “How don’t you two know? It’s all over gossip sites!”
  • You still weren’t following it, so you turned your phone on. It turns out all those notifications were from the RFA messenger, where Seven started a conversation with “Congrats, MC! You made the news!”
  • And then you saw it. The pictures of you getting out of the drugstore with a plastic bag. And inside the plastic bag, there was a very known brand of pregnancy tests… oh shit!
  • The headlines… oh god… the headlines… all of them saying how Zen’s girlfriend was spotted buying a pregnancy test, some of them pointing out that you weren’t even married.
  • The headlines, the RFA chat, your boyfriend looking at you so tense and excited at the same time… your poor friend… and the fact that the paparazzi was able to see through the plastic bag, jeez… these people have no life!
  • It was too much to handle, so you took a deep breath and hold Zen’s hand.
  •  “Okay… Zen, you need  to send a release to the press saying it was all a misunderstanding…” “Wait, It was?” you sighed deeply “Yes, it was. Did I introduce you to my friend here?”
  • And you went on to explain everything to him, he got all the possible reactions: sad for your friend, angry at the media, a little happy because… yes, you two weren’t married yet and you just moved in together and… a little disappointed that you weren’t having his baby?
  • He sent the release as you asked him, then he tried to comfort your friend, he even said he would be glad to have a little chat with the guy she slept with if he didn’t take his responsibility on this. Your friend politely refused, but appreciated the gesture, he answered he would just do anything for MC’s friends.
  • Both you and your friend were so touched right now… you and her figured out at that moment you found the man of your life (and your future babies’ dad)


Yoosung

  • Your friend dropped by before he came back from college, she wasn’t that scared, but she didn’t want to do it alone
  •  It was positive, she was already waiting for this, anyways… you asked if she was ok, she was a little worried because she was young and just started dating the guy… but she didn’t seem desperate
  • Still, you reassured she could call you anytime she wanted to, you said this over and over even when you were saying goodbye.
  • When she left, you laid down on the couch. You were worried, especially because you could relate to her… you and Yoosung were dating for less than a month… what if it was you? How would you react? How would HE react?
  • You thought about it so much that it got you tired, so you fell asleep on the couch
  • But the nap didn’t last long as soon as you found Yoosung sit next to you, he was staring at the wall. He scared the shit out of you, but he looked so shook that you had to play cool. “Honey, what’s wrong?”
  • “Two stripes means positive, right? I looked it up online.” He finally looked at you, holding the stick. His eyes looked paralyzed.
  • Dating him for a couple of weeks now, you noticed he tended to… overreact a little over silly things. Last week, he freaked out about accidentally walking on you in the bathroom
  • “I’m so so sorry, MC! I disrespected your privacy, your personal space… God, I’m so clingy, right? I was just worried, I didn’t notice you were in the shower, and you weren’t answering it… I thought you were kidnapped or something… Maybe a kidnapper would respect your privacy better than me, right?” WUT
  • Back to this, you took a deep breath. “Yoosung… where did you find this?”
  • “It - It was on the sink…” his voice was breaking, was he about to cry? You mental slapped yourself, you just had to thrown the stick on the garbage, but no… you had to be all contemplative about your friend’s situation and doze off on the couch, hadn’t you, you lazy bum?
  • “Yoosung, listen to me… I’m not pregnant.” “Of course you are, two stripes mean you’re pregnant” Oh God, you’re pregnant! We’re pregnant! And I didn’t even graduate yet… oh, my mom is gonna kill me! And Zen is going to lecture me about protection, and Seven… oh god, I don’t even want to think what he is going to do with me! I should run away before he finds out! Oh no… but then you’ll be a single mom, MC! Oh god, I heard society can be terrible with single moms, I feel so bad for you…” Just throw it in the garbage, seriously, just that…
  • “Yoosung… I’m not gonna be a single mom, I’m gonna be no mom, matter of fact…” “Of course you will, MC! Look at the stripes!” “They’re not my stripes, Yoosung, they’re… my friend’s, you remember her?” and you explained him everything
  • He managed to calm down, but had a mini breakdown when he figured out he was holding a stick your friend peed on… oh no, he wasn’t a pervert! Were you feeling betrayed now? Yoosung, please chill
  • At night, when you two went to bed, he apologized for getting weird, you said it was no big deal. “No, but you see, MC, it is a big deal. What if it was actually your test? I could never react like that! I have to be strong and be there for you, and… for our baby…”
  • “And one day you’ll be the strongest man I’ve ever seen, but it takes time and life experiences. We have so much time ahead of us, and we’re gonna go through so much in life… we have to graduate, get a job, find a bigger place to live, get married…” you noticed his breath speeding up, oh no, not again… he couldn’ freak out again, so you had to think quickly “But, until then… why don’t we just have fun?” you got up on him “I mean, some nice… (you kissed him on the forehead) sweet… (then on his nose) loud… (and then on his neck, making him let out a low moan) and PROTECTED… fun?”
  • He raised his head to catch your lips on a deep kiss, and well… let’s say it was a very fun night, after all


Jaehee

  • When you two started dating, she was very concerned about how your family would react about you dating a woman
  • You told her not to worry and explained  how much your parents loved your brother and his partner
  • She was so excited to hear about that, she just enjoyed finding sweet things about you and your family. Seeing her enthusiasm, you kept on talking about your brother and his husband
  • You told her that they were living together for almost five years, and they were considering having a kid, they were already looking for egg donors, matter of fact. You said, on a playful tone (which she probably didn’t notice), that they were considering you to carry the baby
  • So it was no big shock to her when she found the pregnancy test thrown next to the garbage a few weeks later. The fact that it was positive didn’t bewildered her as well
  • She was just confused about why you didn’t tell her you got the procedure? You wanted to keep a secret? Or… you didn’t consider her important enough in your life to let her know? No no… you would never do that! Would you?
  • Whatever it was, she wanted to respect this thing that was obviously between family, so she pretended she never found that test.
  • But it was hard to stay still when you were working at the cafe. Shouldn’t you sit a little? It wasn’t good being standing for this long, right? And how come you were never sick? Were you a super pregnant?
  • And then she lost it when you tried to lift a heavy box in the stock room. “MC, what do you think you’re doing?”
  • “I’m just taking this to the back, it’s getting on the way.” “Why didn’t you ask me to take it, MC? You can’t do things like that!”
  • “S-Sorry, Jaehee. I thought I could handle by myself, but I’ll let you know next tim-“ “Next time? What next time? Are you out of your mind? No! Oh, why didn’t I do this before? You need to take a leave of absence right now!”
  • “Wow, is that an euphemism for firing me?” “Firing you? No, MC! Never! I would never fire a pregnant lady, I would never fire… you…”
  • And you were like: “Say what now?”. She sighed heavily: “I’m sorry, MC! I found the pregnancy test the other day, I know you’re doing it for your brother, so I didn’t want to say anything, because it’s a family thing, and I felt I shouldn’t butt in. But you have to be careful and can’t strain yourself like that, it’s not just about you anymore, it’s about the human being growing inside of you.” What are you saying, woman?
  • And then you remembered the day your friend dropped by after taking the test, she could really use a friend back then… well, she also could have used the trash can appropriately and actually checking if it was actually thrown inside of it.
  • You chuckled and told her the whole story, she was so embarrassed when you finished, and it was so cute…
  • But you needed to scold her a little: “And hey, you dork! Did you really think I would do something so important like this without discussing it with you first?” “It’s a family’s subject, I-“ “And you’re a big part of my family, so you’ll be the first one to know, ok?”
  • Her eyes widened: “I’m… your family?” “W- Well, sure! I didn’t introduce you to my parent s yet, but that can be easily arranged.”
  • “And your brother…?” “Forget him, I’m not talking with him since he declined my offer to carry the baby. He said I’m too clumsy! Can you believe this?” Yeah… she could


Jumin

  • He didn’t like Elizabeth was playing with trash in the bathroom, but he was curious about what she was trying so much to take from behind the trash can
  • So he saw it and… well, he didn’t know what it was. So he send a blurried photo to Assistant Kang because he doesn’t know boundaries.
  • Jaehee said that, from what she could see through all the blur, it was a pregnancy test, and a positive one judging from the thick blue lines on the top, she didn’t even ask anything, because… well, she knew boundaries.
  • It took him a while to put 2 and 2 together, and when he did… oh boy, he went looking for you.
  • And he found you near the balcony, but he could hear you talking. Oh… you were on the phone.
  • He didn’t want to disturb you, but he couldn’t help listening to your conversation.
  • “Well, sleeping with him was a mistake from the beginning! He’s a such a selfish little prick! Ugh… Oh, come on, we both know he’s not going to propose…” you turned and saw Jumin staring at you. “I’ll call you back later, ok? Hey honey! How was your day?”
  • “Nothing much, apparently I got my girlfriend pregnant, but she hates me…” “You’ve been watching that weird soap opera again, Jumin?” you scoffed, and he seemed irritated
  • “What? How can you make fun of me in such a situation, MC? Is it because… I’m a prick, whatever that means?”
  • “Jumin… you’re not making any sense now, honey. Why don’t we start from the top?” your collected and sweet tone took him aback.
  • “Elizabeth the 3rd found the pregnancy test, MC. I didn’t mean to listen to your conversations, but… I heard you on the phone, and… I’m just wondering, do you really regret making love to me? Do you really consider me… a selfish prick? I know I do a lot of things my way, MC, but you can always tell me if I’m being forceful, and… if you’re worried because we’re not married yet, that can be easily solved! I… don’t have a ring right now, but I can…” and he went down on one of his knees
  • “Whoa, Jumin! What are you doing?” “I’m proposing, as you desired…” “WHOA, ok… um, get up! This is just… this is a big misunderstanding, this is… “ You wanted to laugh so bad, but you knew he ‘d be offended
  • You told him everything, about your friend who dropped by because she was afraid to do it alone, and about you calling another friend to tell her it was true and trash talk the guy, who’s an asshole. “He’s totally… not like you…”
  • Well, he was relieved, not about you not being pregnant, but about you considering him a good man, after all.
  • “But, I must confess, MC, I wouldn’t mind if you were actually pregnant, I would be… very happy…”
  •  “Yeah, I thought you would say something like this. But honey, I’m too young and I just moved in. There’s so much we should do as a couple before thinking about kids, don’t you think?
  • “Oh really? Like what?” he teased you with a smirk
  •  “Well, I’ll let you surprise me on that. But let’s just say for now I should be the only one calling you ‘daddy’ around this house, how’s that sound?” that sounded great.


Saeyoung

  • He came to visit you at your place, but you already had a guest? Oh, it was one of your friends, he remembered her
  • He saw you two hugging, both yours and her expression seemed gloomy, the whole atmosphere was a little heavy. Who died?
  • You two saw him, she just said a quick goodbye and got out, her head was low the whole time. “Is everything ok, MC?”
  •  “Yes, yes, it is… so, what’s up?” you tried to not let him see you worried like that, but he could always tell when something was off with you.
  • Generally, you would tell him what was going on, but now you didn’t want to, so he would respect that. The best he could do now was try to make you smile and distract you a little.
  •  You needed to ask him something, but you didn’t know how, so you kept hesitating. He noticed and just hugged you, you would talk when you were ready.
  • You cuddled on the couch and watched a movie, the blanket he brought was furry and you felt your nose itching. He apologized for not knowing you were allergic, he felt so stupid. You told him not to worry, you were dating for two weeks, there were a lot of things you didn’t know about each other, but you would learn eventually.
  • You started sneezing and told him to get your medicine at the bathroom, but then you remembered. You jumped out of the couch, but it was too late. You saw your boyfriend standing next to the sink holding the test and the box with the instructions.
  • “Two stripes mean positive, right?” he asked. “Saeyoung, before you say anything, I should…”
  • He felt happy at first, starting a family with you, even if was so soon, seemed like a dream coming true. But then he remembered yours and your friend’s expression,  you two looked so tense, so… sad…
  • “You called your friend for emotional support, right? You were too scared to do it alone. Why didn’t you call me? Why… why you didn’t want me to find out, MC? Why were you hesitating to tell me?” oh, you knew what was going on, you saw what happens when his insecurities got the best of him “You’re afraid, right? Afraid I’ll push you away again, that one day I’ll run away and let you. MC, I… I know I don’t deserve you, and I’m immature and complicated, but I’ll-“ you interrupted him putting your lips against his and kissing him, it was a fast yet very intense kiss
  • “Now you listen, that test is my friend’s that was here. She’s pregnant, and her boyfriend has been missing for a couple of weeks. He doesn’t seem the type to just let a girl without explanation and they really love each other, just like you and me, so we suspect something bad happened to him. I wanted to ask you to try tracing him, but you said you were done hacking and I didn’t want to make you do something that brought you so much suffering and trouble again. There, I said it” and you let out a deep sight, he was string at you and gulped, he didn’t know what to say, so he also took a deep breath in relief and to try to compose himself.
  • “MC. I’m… I’m sorry for acting that way, and… you can ask me anything anytime you need my help. I’m done hacking to collect bad information, to blackmail people. But I would be more than happy to use my skills to help you and your friend. I mean, this is… so much more than I deserve, I’m so…stupid and…” “You shut up right now, you’re not allowed to talk about my boyfriend and future father of my children like this. If you ever do that again, I’ll kick you in the balls, you heard me?”
  • “But then… we won’t be able to have  kids…” he pouted, and you both laughed. “Alright, now let’s get to work!” he said as putting an arm around your shoulder and leading you to the living room.


Saeran

  • He noticed you were spacing out a little when he got home and asked if you were ok, you said everything was fine and he went to the bedroom. “What about you? How was your day? You asked, trying to distract yourself.
  •  “Meh, nothing much. You went to shopping?” He asked as he noticed the paper bags next to the door. “Yeah, my friend and I really needed a shopping therapy this afternoon and… oh! I actually have something to ask you, could you access my credit card report and check something for me? I think they charged the wrong price on a dress, the targets were messed up and I think I paid more…” you ran to him in the bedroom.
  • “Don’t be so gullible and pay more attention next time.” He scolded you. “Well, me and my friend were a little distracted, it’s just… nevermind, just… please, Saeran? Pleeease?”
  • He couldn’t resist when you asked like that saying his name. “Fine, you better let me tear off that dress once you put it.” “Not if I actually paid more. But I’ll think of something to pay you in return. I could start with ice cream! I’ll go to the convenience store, what flavor do you want?” “Well, you should choose, it will be all over your body once you get here.”  “And you’ll be the one to lick it, so…” “Whatever you pick, it’ll taste delicious.” He grinned and you giggled, kissing his forehead before heading out of your apartment he’s been staying for a month and a half now.
  • He hacked into your banking activity, as you requested (well, that was a first…), he would show you the report when you’d get back, but since he was here, he was curious about that shopping therapy, so he took a look at what else you bought.
  • Make-up, clothes, hair products, lingerie…? What kind? That was interesting… but what was more interesting was something you bought at a drugstore, what was that?
  • He looked it up and found it was a pregnancy’s test brand. “The fuck…?” Why would you need something like that? Unless… oh, that night you didn’t use a condom… you both were so drunk… SHIT!
  • He was not proud of digging the trash can in the bathroom, and he got even less proud when he saw it was positive (he also had to look it up what the two stripes meant) SHIT SHIT SHIT!
  • Was that why you were so distracted? Was that why you went to shopping? You needed new clothes for your new figure? But you said it was to distract you and your friend… weren’t you… feeling good about this?
  • Of course he wasn’t ready to be a father, but If you’d feel good about this, maybe this would be enough to encourage him… so, if you were doubtful yourself, how was he supposed to feel?
  • You got back and found him on the couch. He was fidgeting his phone on his hand. “Hey, are you okay?”
  • “Yeah, I’m cool, don’t worry.” “Okay… did you check my credit card report?” “Yeah, I did, it was very… interesting…” “Really? I’ll have to go back to that store tomorrow and make them refund me!” he wasn’t looking at you, so you thought of a way to get his attention. “Hey, I… I kinda ruined the surprise when I asked you to see what I bought, but… did you notice that I bought new lingerie? I’ll show you!”
  • What were you doing? Were you messing with him on purpose? You wanted him to find the pregnancy test? But why were you acting so clueless?
  •  You showed up at the living room wearing a stunning black lace and leather lingerie, he was trying so hard not to look, but the blush across his cheeks was very visible. “How do I look?”
  • He didn’t answer, but you could see he was trying not to look. Well, actions speak louder than words, so you sat on his lap and peppered some kisses on his neck. Oh god… he was feeling so hot, but… he pushed you away.
  • “What are you doing? Are you out of your mind?” he asked. “What’s wrong, Saeran? You been acting weird ever since I got back!” “Oh, I’m the one acting weird? Are you sure it’s not you?” “What are you talking about? I just wanted to have some fun with you because I have a shitty day and…”
  • “Would you stop saying that? If you feel so bad about being pregnant with my kid, why are you still trying to have sex with me again?” WHAT THE FUCK?
  • “I saw you bought one of those sticks to pee on to see if you’re knocked up, MC! It’s positive and it’s in the trash can! Then you keep saying how bad your day was, how you needed distraction… I know I’m more like a child and I wouldn’t probably be a good father, but… do you really need to shove that to my face? You… you don’t love me?”
  • You felt so bad… “Saeran… it’s nothing like that, you got everything wrong…” and you explained everything, your friend took the test here, she seemed stressed and worried, so you took her to shopping. “Fuck, I’m becoming as idiot as my brother!” you laughed
  • “You’re not an idiot! But you have to ask me before making your own assumptions. I would tell you right away if I were pregnant so we could figure out what to do together, that’s what you do when you love someone, you know?” he was so happy hearing you say that, you loved him, and most important, you trusted him.
  • “But, that night when we didn’t use a condom…?” “I never forget to take my pills, don’t worry about that.” “Did you take it today?” you nodded a yes, and he grinned.
  • “That lingerie shouldn’t be put to waste, wait for me in the bedroom, I’ll bring the ice cream.”
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Imagine flirting with Stiles on your first date and seeing his real name on his ID and being able to pronounce it correctly on the first try, shocking him, but making him like you even more.

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You caught sight of it as he pulled out his wallet to pay for his movie ticket, his ID tucked behind the see-through plastic covering that most wallets have, “Mieczyslaw, huh? Cute name.”

Stiles froze as the girl in the ticket booth took his twenty dollar bill, a stunned smile coming to his lips as a blush peeks upon his cheeks, “Uh, yeah, wow.” He takes a second to collect himself, shaking his head with a chuckle, “Sorry, it’s just… Most people don’t even try to pronounce it and when they do it’s really badly.”

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Part 18 of an ongoing series, enjoy :)
A fanfic for a more Mature audience due to violence and language. Read at your own risk :)

Themes=😖,🌟,💣,🎭 ,. (☠️- Harm towards characters, Strong language, Mention of drugs and Adult themes.)

Summary: Your group of friends have gotten on well for years, but what happens when a divide is caused by joining the wrong people? School AU
OT5- Baekhyun, Sehun, Jongdae, Minseok and Chanyeol.

Word Count: 2,817

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Baekhyun’s P.O.V.

The next morning that Baekhyun woke up he opened the link and stared down at the phone in shock and confusion; it didn’t make sense to him, he had no clue as to what was going on. He slipped his phone in his pocket and made his way down the stairs.

He sat in the car in silence listening to the soft hum of the engine as he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel.  There were so many thoughts swarming around in Byun Baekhyun’s head. First and foremost being Y/N; he could never get her out of the forefront of his brain no matter how hard he tried. He was aware that their friendship had dipped  as of late and it saddened him deeply. He loved Y/N and not just in a friendly way either, it was something more than that. He hadn’t loved her for too long, maybe for around 9 months; it became painfully obvious to him one day when they were revising alone together in the library, just them two of them nobody else. He enjoyed her company more than he could put into words and if he wasn’t being crazy he was sure he could see the glint in her eyes when she looked back at him. But then again she was a happy person with a bright personality and so it could just be her happiness shining through.
He never meant for Youngjae, Ana or Y/N to get hurt. It was never his intention; he never envisioned ‘harmless fun’ being like this. Graffiti, yes. Bodily harm, no. To be totally honest Baekhyun had missed hanging out with all of his friends but he was too scared to turn back now, not just because of what may happen to him but what may happen to them…to her.
However, truth be told he was still extremely upset about what Sehun and Y/N had done behind his back. He most definitely felt betrayed especially by Sehun. He knew that Sehun knew; he never outwardly told him, but Sehun was very observant and so what everyone else was oblivious to he could see from a mile off.

If someone had told Baekhyun that he would be involved in this type of stuff a year ago he would have told them that he was bluffing. But as of late he was so fed up with his life to the point in which he was sick of himself. Ending it all had become an optional wild card once or twice but he decided that was just a tad too selfish and radical. He had so much on his shoulders; the death of his favourite cousin, the eating issues and now the exams, which was arguably the heaviest weight of them all. So many people expected Baekhyun to be the best; perfect little Baekhyun with the perfect grades. What if he couldn’t do that? What if he disappointed everyone? He figured it was better to disappoint them all at an earlier stage rather than later. Nobody knew the demons he was facing, the tremendous amount of anxiety he had, the tremors and the crying that woke him up in the middle of the night. It was hard being ‘Byun Baekhyun’, it was hard to pretend he was happy and carry on smiling. He so desperately needed the space to breathe. The drugs that Reiji offered were a therapy to the system, but the drugs only lasted a little while whilst the damage would last forever.
Baekhyun let out a heavy sigh as he opened the car door and stepped into the cold morning air.

“Why am I here? I hate it here.” He mumbled miserably to himself. As he entered the school building and walked into the common room he scanned the area and noticed Minseok, who seemed to have spotted him first but was avoiding his gaze. Baekhyun’s eyes widened as he rushed over to Minseok who was standing in the corner of the room. “Oi, oi!” He hissed as he stopped Minseok from walking away by putting his hand out. “What the fuck was that link?”
Minseok stayed silent.
“Minseok!” Baekhyun hissed again poking him in the stomach. “I don’t understand any of it, what has any of that got to do with you?”

Minseok let out a breath as he closed his eyes slowly.
“Use your initiative Baek. What did I tell you before I left yours last night?”

“I know Minseok…but…so—so you’re Ten Lee?” Baekhyun whispered as he moved his head closer to Minseok’s. Minseok bit his lip nervously as he began to look around to make sure nobody was close by and listening in on their conversation.

“No Baek…I’m not Ten. I told you I have a criminal record. Victims aren’t the ones who get convicted Baekhyun…”

Baekhyun blinked once as he looked into Minseok’s face, a bubbling starting in the pit of his stomach.
“But your name didn’t appear Min… not once.”

“Do you listen to me at all Baekhyun?” Minseok hissed, his face turning slightly red now and Baekhyun could tell that he was angry and uncomfortable for whatever reason. “What did I tell you about my name.”

He looked at Minseok with sad eyes, shaking his head. “I know… but I didn’t want to believe– you can’t be… you’re one of them. One of the boys. Yuta?”

“No.” Minseok mumbled, no longer looking at Baekhyun’s face.

“Xiumin?”

“Yes…”

“Oh my gosh…” Baekhyun breathed as he began to stare at Minseok with his eyes wide. He was horrified, it was as though Minseok had warped into another being and now he didn’t know who he was anymore. He took two steps backwards apprehensively as he kept his eyes on Minseok whom was laughing to himself sadly.

“See Baek… now you’re scared of me. Do you want that for yourself? Why do you think I’m trying to stop you before it’s too late? You need to stop hanging out with Yuta…Reiji. He’s no good for you, just listen to me.” He began moving passed Baekhyun.

“What the fuck, no. You can’t just walk away after that, you need to tell me the whole story where do you think you’re going? You need to explain yourself Xiu—”

“My name is Minseok.” Minseok said firmly with an air of anger and assertiveness. “And I have a class to get to.” He continued to walk on, Baekhyun rushing after him.

“Wait!” He hissed and then began to whisper angrily again. “What the fuck did you do to Ten Lee? What happened to Ten?”

Minseok pushed Baekhyun in the chest and glared at him venomously.
“I don’t know.”



Y/N’s P.O.V.

You were sat in the class room with your Clemente Jon-Dean anthropology in front of you and an eerily quiet Sehun beside you. In his usual all black attire. However today he was coming across as more intimidated and shy than unbothered. You still had 5 minutes on the clock before your lesson actually started. You cleared your throat awkwardly as you began to speak.

“So I think Jongdae is coming home from the hospital tonight.”

“Mhmm.” Was all he mumbled back.

You tried to think of something else to say to clear the awkward air that was quite obviously floating around the room.
“Apparently Chanyeol is in today.”

“I know, you mentioned. Besides I’m the group chat just in case you had forgotten.” He tapped his fingers on his desk.

“Yeah…right.” You paused for a moment; 3 minutes left until class started. “Maybe we should talk about last night…”

“No.”

“I mean you said quite a lot of weird things.” You continued to talk anyway despite him saying no, unable to stop once you had started. You were aware that you were probably making it more awkward but you had to address the elephant in the room.

“I know.” He frowned, keeping his eyes on his slender fingers.

“They were…yeah just really weird.”

“I know.”

“It really was quite odd…I mean you—you know what you said?…”

“For fuck sake Y/N can you stop? I know okay! I know what I said, I remember everything so can we just drop it okay?…Please.” He hissed as he whipped his head up in your direction and back down to his fingers just as quickly.

“It’s fine though, because you didn’t mean anything you said… did you?”
He didn’t reply.
“Sehun?”
But once again your question was answered with silence. You felt a wave of awkwardness shower itself over you as you stood up and held your stomach. “Excuse me; I think I’m going to be sick.” You mumbled as you rushed out of the room to the toilet. You ran down the hallway towards the toilet, bumping into someone on the way and knocking them backwards really hard.

“Ouch…Chanyeol, sorry.” You breathed, feeling winded.

“Woah, slow down maybe?” He laughed at you a little and put his hand on your shoulder. “Are you okay, where were you rushing too?”

“Yeah I’m fine, I was just going toilet. I’m glad to see you back. How’s Youngjae?”

“He’s coping. But he’s adamant that he’s seen that face before, the person that kidnapped him. I told him he’s just really scared. We’ve been through so many things. It’s not the first time he’s been through such a traumatic event. I mean he get’s bullied…he’s been…ughh.” Chanyeol swept a hand through his hair.

“It’s okay Chan we don’t have to talk about it now. I’ll speak to you later.”
He nodded at you and turned the corner.

“Oh wait! Chanyeol, you dropped your…” but he was completely gone. You bent down to pick up a see-through plastic wallet that he had dropped. It had some money in it and I.D. You looked at the I.D. closer and frowned at it.
“What the fuck?…”


The rest of the school day dragged painfully slowly as you had a 5PM finish and you were desperately waiting for it to end. Eventually, after what seemed like a whole lifetime and a day, you were done with your classes. You felt uncomfortable with yourself, because of the fact that you hadn’t done much revision as of late and exams were creeping ever closer. But you felt sorry for Jongdae the most at this point in time. You made a mental note to ring him and check on how he was, though you were sure that Ana was taking great care of him. You stood at your locker, pulling out exercise books that you were intending to study with, whether or not you actually would was a whole other question.

“Hey…can we talk?”

You turned round to face the voice behind you as closed your locker and lifted your bag onto your shoulder.

“Yeah…sure.”

“At mine?”

You hesitated for a second or two but then nodded.

Not long after you found yourself in Oh Sehun’s apartment sitting outside on the balcony with him on two luxurious deck chair, the furniture was as luxurious as they came. It was dark outside, a curtain of black surrounding you, but the city lights were such a beautiful view at this time of the day and it left you in awe. There was juice on the table that was separating the two of you, but neither of you had touched it.

“I umm…about last night.” He cleared his throat awkwardly. You looked at his side profile; he was staring forward at the bustling city, completely avoiding your eye contact. He was continuing to bite his lip nervously. “I mean I know I act cold to you but I do that to everyone, so it’s not like it actually means anything.” He closed his eyes in embarrassment and scrunched up his face. You could see that he was pissed off with himself.

“Baekhyun still hasn’t spoken to anyone since you know.” You said, trying any tactic that you could to make the situation less awkward for yourself.

“Y/N…please can we just stop talking about Baekhyun for one minute. I’m getting so tired of it.” He looked at your briefly before he looked down at his hand which was resting on the arm of the deck chair. “I tried to hide it for so long. To be honest I was doing well until Baekhyun fucked it all up with Mei the other day. He has the tendency to fuck shit up.” He rolled his eyes and then began to bite his lip anxiously. “I don’t know what to say to you…I feel like I owe you an explanation, but I don’t know what to say. And I don’t know if I should say it out loud or not because I know you don’t want to hear it. You want Baekhyun, I get that…but why? He has fucked up.”

“Both of you fucked up Sehun.” You frowned in his direction, you didn’t want to listen to him anymore but you didn’t know how to shut him down. “I don’t know how you expect us to be friends after this”

“Friends…” Sehun laughed dryly as though mocking himself. “Of course, just friends. That’s all it will ever be. We’re just friends… excuse me I need the toilet.” He cleared his throat and quickly disappeared inside the house. On one hand you felt sorry for him but on the other hand you didn’t. You looked down at your fingers as they were fiddling with the bracelet on your wrist and nearly jumped when you heard Sehun come back again.

“Actually you know what I don’t need the toilet, I lied. I’m not going to be a chicken about this…” He looked at you with a blank expression but this time around there was a hint of something else there. “Don’t you want to ask me any questions?”
Actually there were so many questions that you wanted to ask him.

“When? When did you start…feeling this way.”

“Two months after we met.”

Your eyes widened in complete and utter shock, you thought this was something recent, like a couple of months maximum but here he was telling you that he had been feeling a certain way for a few years. How did he hide it for so long? Now you felt uncomfortable, as you thought back to all the times you were alone in this apartment with him, all those times he was watching you become flustered around Baekhyun. All this time you thought it was just an observation thing but now you knew he was watching you like a predator. You tried hard to conceal the frown that you so desperately wanted to express.
“At first it was just delinquency… me rebelling against my parents so to speak.” He continued as he came back to sit down, but this time he was actually looking at you. “I wanted to do everything they hated, because I couldn’t stand them. I knew how much of a disgraceful son I would be if I were to like someone not as high in status as us, word would probably get around in our community had I ever hooked up with you. So at first it was all just a petty game, but then I realised after two months the only person I was playing was myself because I actually…mhm.” He cleared his throat, his gaze faltering slightly.

“But you’ve always been so…normal I don’t understand this.” You whispered almost inaudibly. “And Mei.”

He scoffed. “Mei was to keep my parents happy, besides she was a good listener, she made a good friend. I just wasn’t in to her like that… I’m disgusted in myself about last night, but I meant everything… I was happy to make you jealous. For a moment it made me feel like I was Baekhyun.”
You sat there in silence; you had no clue what to say. He just told you all of that but you still had no words.

“It doesn’t matter anyway.” He laughed bitterly “We’ll just be friends…let’s just pretend this never happened…”


Minseok and Reiji Text conversation:

Reiji: I saw you speaking to Baekhyun this morning, now he’s not talking to me as much as he was yesterday or any other day before and I can’t shake the feeling that you’ve got  something to do with that Kim Xiumin.

Minseok : My name is no longer Xiumin. What the fuck are you messaging me for? I told you I don’t want to speak to you ever again. Leave me alone! Leave Byun Baekhyun and Oh Sehun.”

Reiji: What the fuck did you say to him? You told him didn’t you?

Minseok : Just leave him alone, leaving them alone. Leave Jongdae and his girl alone. Leave Chanyeol and his family alone, what the fuck did he ever do to you?

Reiji: Oh nothing, I just seem to have an addiction with coming back to the same people over and over…


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You don’t own me part 5

Originally posted by deerest-xo

Excerpt: “Before we go in there you should know that you only speak when you are asked. Else I don’t want to hear any noise from you”, his tone was firm which should indicate you that there should be no backtalk. 

“What?! Am I a dog?”, you yelled.

“Act like one and maybe you’ll get a reward”, an evil grin spread over his face as he exited the car.

Word count: 2549 // Yaas my friends!

Warnings: Angst -  It’s slowly increasing!

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“Oh yeah cause that’s normal!” Luke argues, his words overflowing with sarcasm. You’re in the middle of one of your jokingly heated discussions that you always seem to get into with Luke. It was one of your favorite things about your friendship. You knew each other so well and you knew exactly what buttons to push. This incredible control and notion about one another made it easy to carry on these arguments, especially because they were always about very stupid things…

“Says the guy who’s drinking coffee out of a plastic cup,” you fire back and point at the see-through plastic cup in his hand. He doesn’t say anything, he just slowly raises the cup to his lips and takes a sip of the black coffee. Eventually he looks up to meet your gaze as he begins to lower the cup again.

“You eat entire kiwis without peeling them,” Luke finally says. 

Yes, this fight is about strange food habits. It all started with Luke eating a piece of candy he randomly found on the small table in their dressing room. It sparked an entire conversation that’s been going on for about eight minutes now.

“I did that like once when I was literally fourteen!”

“Twice,” Luke states narrowing his eyes at you and you laugh. 

“Whatever,” you laugh and fall down next to Luke on the couch.

“Why are you even drinking coffee? It’s like midnight,” you groan and rub your head to emphasize the fact that he annoys you. He doesn’t really but it’s part of the jokingly fighting roles you play. Quite frankly you like him a lot. You have loved him for years, he was always your best friend. Recently you had allowed yourself to think other thoughts about him though… Thoughts revolving around his damp lips, the tenderness in his voice late at night, the curly locks of hair that occasionally fall out of place and the slight change of color in his eyes when he speaks about certain things.

“I don’t know, stop judging me,” Luke says, offended. At this point you’re extremely slumped down in the couch and you’re just looking at Luke. The thoughts about all his features and details immediately step out of focus when he speaks again. For a split second you don’t remember what your conversation was about, but then it comes back to you. The fact that those thoughts about him could make you zone out so severely…

You just laugh to answer his comment and to get the discussion to an end. Once your thoughts start thriving in your brain it’s hard to stop them, and you kind of have to allow the thoughts the space they need in order for you to figure out what you want. Is it Luke that you want?

“What are you thinking about?” Luke asks. Mimicking you, he slumps down a bit and rests the side of his head on the couch.

Honesty was always a huge part of your friendship and you knew that honesty was the reason why you’d gotten so close and grown so much with each other. Maybe this honesty could lead to greater things and bring you even closer…

“You,” you say, deciding to tell him the same second that the tiny word slips out of your mouth. The great power of one small word truly is astonishing. That one little word could change so much between the two of you.

Luke, being a man of few words, just shuts his slightly parted lips and opens his eyes a little wider.

“I mean things like… your hands,” you speak hesitantly and cautiously run your fingertips across his soft hand.

“And your arms,” you continue talking, since Luke doesn’t. Your fingers keep following veins on his forearm up to his bicep.

“My lips?” Luke asks with a tiny smile playing on his face.

Suddenly it all happens so fast. His hands on your cheek, his breath heating up your skin and his lips pressed against yours. Nothing in your mind is clear at this point. Overwhelming emotions blending with rational thoughts and lustful desire.

But as Luke pulls away everything is clear. All your needs, longings and wishes are presented right in front of you, and all of them are… Luke.

“You taste like coffee,” you tease him and crinkle your nose with a playful smile on your lips. Luke chuckles loudly and immediately pushes you down on the couch and kisses you to shut you up.

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this was so pointless and so all over the place i don’t even know,, its 2 am thats why the writing is very bad don’t come for me

Bombshell - Part Two

Characters: Jason Todd (Red Hood), Reader (You), Extras.

Requested by: @umbreonxespeon

Synopsis: Sequel to Bombshell. Jason Todd and Reader are dating, but the reader feels Jason is buying them.

Warnings: Language, Sexual references, References to abuse.

A/N: Y/N = Your Name.
I liked writing this, so I hope it’s good.
Hope you like it!
REQUESTS ARE CLOSED!
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Y/N seemed different now. And not happy. She’d been happy for the past 9 months, but now something changed. She was more reluctant with gifts, for her and her kids, and insisted on paying for things more. She quite her job at the strip club and was now a waitress during the day at a diner and occasionally a bartender at a local club. I said she only really needed one job, but she insisted. Said it might come in handy one day.

We’d been dating for 9 months, after a month, I found a new place, mainly for her, but I spend plenty of nights there. She found a new job 3 months into the relationship. 5 months later and I insisted the kids move in with her and was always happy to help with the cash if she felt she couldn’t support them. I paid for the rent and the bills, so she didn’t have to worry about that. 8 months later, she contributed to the rent. 9 months later… she keeps trying to pay me back.

“Jason!” Violet, her daughter, bounded towards me as I entered the brand new apartment, recently established, carrying bags of groceries.
“Hey there, monkey!” I laughed as she clung to my leg. It should’ve been harder to walk, but she was tiny.
“What’s in the bag?” She whispered, she could see through the plastic.
“Ssh.” I winked and pulled out 2 chocolate bars for her and Ethan.
“Yay!” She leapt off me and bounded back to find her brother.
Kids.
“Jason,” Y/N appeared in the doorframe that led to the kitchen, she had some red sauce on her navy shirt and flour on her jeans. Her hair was up in a ponytail and she wore no make-up. Her youth was showing. “I wasn’t expecting you tonight ”
“Yeah, sorry. I should’ve called. I brought food?” I raised my arms to show off the bags.
She cocked her head in the direction of the kitchen and went back in there.
I followed her in and started to put the items where they belong.
“How much do I owe you?”
“Don’t be ridiculous. You don’t owe me anything.” I tried to sound perky, but something was off. It was obvious. “The kids owe me though.” I joked.
“Oh?”
“I just gave them a chocolate bar.”
As if as evidence, they skipped into the kitchen, chocolate rings around their mouths.
Y/N laughed, kneeling before them. Licking her thumb, she wiped their faces.
“Mum.” “Mummy.” They whined.
“What do you say to Jason?”
“Thank you Jason!” Violet cheered.
“Thank you Daddy!” Ethan ran at me full speed, knocking me off balance slightly.
I grinned and ruffled his hair. “You’re welcome, buddy-”
“Not ‘Daddy’, Ethan. 'Jason’.” Y/N snapped, harshly. She flinched at herself. I don’t think she meant it to be so cruel.
I have no issue with not being called 'dad’, because I wasn’t theirs. But it still hurt.
“Sorry, Jason.” Ethan pouted.
“It’s okay, buddy. Didn’t I call you 'Eben’ once.” I tried to cheer him up and it worked a little. A small smile crept onto his baby face.
Y/N breathed in sharply. “Violet, Ethan, go find something to watch on TV in mummy’s room.”
“Why not out here and Jason can watch it too!” Violet bounced up and down.
“No. Mummy needs to talk to Jason.”
“What about?” Violet looked like she’d heard that sentence before. She may be young. But I still remember being young and hearing similar words. Always followed by a string of curse words and roof-shaking shouting in my household.
“Just planning something.” Y/N held Violet’s hand in reassurance.
Violet was still hesitant, but complied, taking her younger brother by the hand she led him away and he waddled behind her.

What was about to happen? My heart was pounding.

“You need to stop this.” Y/N hissed the moment the children were out of sight.
“Stop what?” My brows furrowed.
“Stop buying us with all your money and special treats.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“No one gives some random stripper 10,000 dollars and then buys them a house without expecting something in return, so what is it? The more you pay me the more sex we have? How much is each time we fuck worth?” She spat, but kept her voice low, ensuring the kids heard nothing.
“Y/N, I’m not buying you. I love you and want the best life for you and your kids.”
“Bullshit.” She turned to the bench where hand-made pasta sat. “Just don’t pay for anything anymore. And we can continue fucking til my debt is done.”
“Y/N, there is no debt. I’m not, never would, lie to you.” I stood behind her, wrapping my arms around her torso.
She sighed and pried my arms off her, shoving me back. I fell against the fridge, hitting my head.
Her eyes widened in panic. “Oh my god! I am so sorry! That was an accident,” she rushed to my side, “crap, I’m as bad as my ex.” She eyed me up and down, checking for injuries.
“I’m fine.” I took her hands into mine. “I’m fine.”
Her face softened. “I’m sorry.” She looked at the floor, her hands and body shaking.
“It was an accident.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I know.” I placed a hand on her jaw, bringing her her eyes up to look into mine. “I love you. And I mean it.” I refused to even blink. “I care very much for your kids. I really am just trying to help and I all I ask for in return in is,” I paused to reach into my back pocket, “I wish I could’ve done this better but,” I placed the small, velvet box in her hands, “all I ask for is that you stay with me,” she opened the box and gasped, “as my lawfully wedded wife?”