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A New Judgment Chapter 10: Autograph Signing and a Makeout Session (Poly Judgment Day)

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7. Part 8. Part 9.

Damien snoozes the alarm on his phone and reaches out for where Dom was supposed to be only to feel the cold of the empty side of the bed. He lifts his head to look around and calls out for him. There is no response so he does it again and picks his head up off the pillow to look around and only sees Finn in the other bed and he doesn't hear the shower running. "Finn, where is Dom Dom?" Damien asks, throwing the spare pillow at Finn for good measure to wake him up.

"Fuck off, he left at like 2 am after getting a text he is probably in the girl's room..." Finn trails off realizing what he said as Damien rushes out of the bed and into the hallway Finn follows close behind him the door closing shut once they are in the hallway. "Fuuuuuuck!" Finn moans and flings his hands up in the air

"What?" Damien asks, still half awake and focused on where and why his partner disappeared from their bed in the middle of the night and worrying about Nessa.

"You got us locked out of the room in only our boxers, you bloody idiot!" Finn smacks Damien's chest.

"Oh shit!" Damien realizes and runs his hand down his face. Finn and Damien stand there staring at each other for a minute before Damien breaks the silence, "Well go get a new keycard, and while you are at it get one for the girl's room too. I'm too noticeable."

"Oh no, you are the one that rushed out of here first and want to check on Nessa not just Dom. You go get the keycard. It's mostly just wrestlers here it's not that serious." Finn crosses his arms challenging Damien to argue.

Damien instead holds out one hand palm up and closes the other in a fist placing it in the open palm. "Fine, let's settle this like men. Rock paper scissors..." He states like Finn didn't already know just by looking at Damien's posture. Finn assumes the position as well.

"Rock, paper, scissors, shoot," They say in unison. Finn throwing paper and Damien throwing rocks. Finn does a little happy dance at his victory while Damien reassumes the position.

"Best two out of three!" Damien demands a rematch. Finn rolls his eyes but agrees and gets back in formation. This round Damien throws paper while Finn throws scissors and does a happy dance again. "Oh come on!" Damien growls in frustration.

"Hurry it up Damo, chop chop." Finn flings his hand in a shoo motion.

Damien slinks off, throwing the middle finger as he heads to the elevator. Damien exits the elevator on the main floor, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible but his height makes it impossible. The other wrestlers in the lobby snicker as he walks past, some snapping pictures and posting it on various social media. Damien approaches the front desk. "Hi, I'm uh... Very sorry to ask but me and my friend accidentally locked ourselves out of our rooms and need new keys. Martinez room 313 and Bennet in 314." Damien smiles charmingly at the lady behind the counter who eyes him up and down appreciatively as he is only in his boxers.

'Yes, right away sir." She agrees but takes her time activating new key cards just to keep looking at him. Damien tries to ignore the snickering and comments from his co-workers while he waits on the key cards, tapping his fingers on the counter. Finally, mercifully the hotel worker hands him the keycards.

"Thank you miss!" He thanks the lady and turns, walking quickly to the elevator, flipping off some of his co-workers on the way who were making kissy faces and laughing. Once Damien is back on the floor their rooms are on he sees Finn standing there arms crossed tapping his foot.

"Finally, let's go already!" He holds out his hand and Damien slaps the keycard into it. Finn rolls his eyes and opens the door to the girl's room and steps in Damien close behind him. They stop in their tracks when they see Nessa in between Dominik and Rhea in the full-size bed, oreos strewn everywhere but they are all clothed except for Dominik who is just in his boxers.

"What the fuck," Damien quietly exclaims, confused at the scene before them. Finn smirks figuring out what happened and how innocent it really was. Damien crosses his arms and starts pouting, acting all broody. "Why does everyone get to cuddle Nessa but me? Dom is the one that broke her heart." Damien complains to Finn who just pats Damiens's shoulder in a half-assed attempt to comfort.

"I don't cuddle her, I've barely had any physical contact with her..." Finn states matter of factly.

"Yeah, well your situation is different." Damien responds, still pouting.

Finn heads over to the bed after looking at the time on the alarm clock and attempts to wake them up, going to the side of the bed where Dominik is asleep. "Come on guys, wake up. We have to get ready and eat before the signing." He nudges Dominik which disturbs the women as well. Rhea scrunches up her face and starts to wake up blinking and looking around. She scoots up into a sitting position against the headboard and Nessa whines, rolling over and cuddling into Dominik's chest who wraps his arms around her pulling her closer. Rhea nudges Nessa's back, making the young woman groan again.

"Come on Bunny, I know last night was rough and you are tired but we have work to do. You can get up now and get ready so you can go to the signing with us or stay here sleeping. If you want to come with us to the signing still you have to get up and get ready." Rhea explains, moving hair off of Nessa's face which scrunches up at contact.

"Ok..." Nessa groans and opens her eyes and blushes seeing how close she is cuddled up to Dominik. She breaks out of his arms and sits up next to Rhea, her face and neck tinted pink and getting pinker when she notices the mess of cookies everywhere. She hides her face in her hands.

"What's with the oreos?" Finn asks, having an idea as to the answer.

"We fell asleep while having a late-night snack." Rhea answers honestly, trying to save Nessa the embarrassment.

"No, I couldn't sleep. I was still feeling stressed so I texted Dom who knows I stress eat so he brought cookies over. We woke Rhea up which I am so sorry for and we just ate them in silence until we apparently passed out." Nessa admits, feeling much better and able to handle the embarrassment better. Damien looks at the ground unable to make eye contact with Nessa, blaming himself.

"Well now we are all up lets get ready. Nes are you coming with us?" Finn asks, trying to herd a broody Damien towards the door.

Nessa starts to try to get out of bed, only for Rhea to pull her onto her lap. "Yeah just give me a bit to get ready." Nessa tries to wiggle out of Rhea's grip and Damien clenches his jaw and walks out of the room. "Mami let me go!" Nessa continues to struggle until she just falls off the bed and thumps on the floor. "I'm ok." She groans laying on the carpet before grabbing Rhea's outstretched hand and getting up, Rhea standing next to her.

"I'm gonna go get ready with the others," Dom announces to the room.

"Wait!" Nessa calls out and jogs over to where he is and wraps her arms around him and stands on her toes to place a gentle kiss on his lips. "Thank you Dom for everything yesterday. And you, Rhea, thank you." Nessa breaks the hug and goes back to Rhea doing the same.

"Anytime Nes. Whatever you need I am here for you." Dominik reassures, smiling.

"Please tell Luis I am not upset with him, nothing is wrong. I am fine now. And to please act normal." She asks Dom as he leaves the room.

"Yeah, Nes I will." He answers before closing the door.

"You shower first Bunny since you saved the hot water for me." Rhea bumps her hip to Nessa's. Nessa rolls her eyes and grabs what she needs and goes into the bathroom.

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Rhea and Nessa exit their hotel room to see the boys waiting in the hallway. Damien tries to make himself seem smaller when he notices the girls join them. "Oh for fucks sake!" Nessa rolls her eyes and storms over to Damien and throws her arms around his waist and he gingerly wraps his arms around her shoulders. "I'm fine Luis. It wasn't your fault. I don't blame you so don't you blame yourself." She orders, straining her head to look up at him from the hug. He doesn't respond, just tightens his arms to pull her closer.

"All right that is enough cuddling. If we are going to eat before the signing, which I do, we need to go." Finn points towards the elevator getting annoyed by the delay. Nessa breaks the hug and mouths sorry and holds her hands up in surrender. "It's ok." he mouths back as they make their way towards the elevator. With all five of them in the elevator due to the size of them, it felt a little cramped but Nessa wasn't uncomfortable. Instead, she is smiling and bouncing like she was the day prior making Damien look at her confused again. Thinking how could she be acting so normal after the events of the previous day. Dominik sees the look Damien is giving Nessa and rolls his eyes, all too used to her compensating and hiding what is in her head.

Nessa grabs Damien's hand as they exit the elevator and head towards the car trying to show she harbors no bad feelings toward him. "Hey guys there is something I wanted to add last night that I forgot." She states to the group.

"Yeah, what is it Bunny?" Rhea responds so Nessa will continue.

"No serious conversations in the car, there is no way to escape if it becomes too much and would make me feel trapped. My ex used to do that whenever we argued and would speed up threatening to kill us both." She admits and smiles trying to make it seem like nothing. Damien clenches his jaw and it takes everything in him to not squeeze Nessa's hand too hard hearing what she just admitted.

"Yeah, love, that is perfectly reasonable, we tend to not do that for that very reason so don't worry about it." Finn promises as they approach the car. Damien lets go of Nessa's hand and opens the passenger door for her trying to give her more space, worried that he might be too much to be around for her still. Nessa rolls her eyes again.

"Mami, will you take the passenger seat this time, I would like to sit between Luis and Dom if that is ok," Nessa asks and Rhea agrees getting into the empty seat. Damien closes the door for her and opens the back passenger door for Nessa who gets in with a quiet thanks and a smile as she slides into the middle and the boys get in on either side of her. Damien sits up against the door squeezing his legs together to give Nessa as much room as possible. Nessa mutters under her breath, "Unbelievable" and scoots closer to Damien and grabs his arm, putting it around her shoulders. "That can't be comfortable Luis, please just relax. I am fine." She snuggles into his shoulder and feels him take a deep breath before releasing some of the tension in his body and hums.

"So where are we going for breakfast," Dominik asks turning and throwing his feet on Nessa's lap.

"Some place Paul suggested." Finn answers, getting a chorus of groans in response from Damien, Dominik, and Rhea.

Nessa picks her head off of Damien's shoulder for a moment to ask, "What, what's wrong with his suggestions?"

"Every time he suggests somewhere the food fucking sucks, Mariposa." Damien complains, his deep voice having a comforting effect on her in contrast to the night before.

She smiles and snuggles back up to him. "I'm sure it will be fine. Give it a chance. Having an open mind is a good thing!" She tries to keep peace and agrees with Finn on where they are going. She sees him mouth 'thank you' in the rearview mirror and she smiles in response. Finn pulls into a parking spot in front of the restaurant. Damien gets out first and holds open the door for Nessa and takes a step back as she gets out giving her space.

"Are you sure you are ok Mariposa?" He eyes her warily, trying to gauge where she is at emotionally and she huffs getting annoyed.

"Yes, Luis I am fine as I said. Will you please stop treating me like I'll break at any moment and go back to normal please? That is what I need." She crosses her arms and stares at him expectantly. He sighs in defeat and nods his head.

"Fine mamita but if..." He starts but Nessa cuts him off.

"If I feel uncomfortable or triggered I will tell you right away I know. Can we please go eat now Papi?" She cocks her head with attitude, a mischievous glint in her eye but her face trying to look innocent. Damien cocks his eyebrow and nods ok before throwing her over his shoulder and lightly smacking her ass. "Put me down you...you... you tall ass!" She complains and gently kicks trying to get out of his grip.

"No can do Mamita, you wanted back to normal and decided to act like a brat so I'm going to treat you like one." He chuckles walking to catch up to the group with Nessa on his shoulder complaining the whole way until he sets her down at the doors of the restaurant and opens them. "Man, you weigh like nothing you...."

Damien started teasing Nessa only for Dom to cut him off, "Don't finish that sentence." He glances at Nessa who is excitedly walking up to Rhea and grabbing her hand not paying attention to Damien talking to her. She stands between Rhea and Finn who bumps up against her making her fall into Rhea the three of them laughing.

"Why Dom?" Damien asks curious, not thinking about why what he was about to say would be bad.

"Come on Papi you can't really be that dense." Dominik groans slapping his forehead.

"What, no, come on really?" Damien realizes why as they walk in, meeting up with the others at the hostess stand.

"Finally, I'm sorry they get distracted easily. We are ready!" Nessa apologizes to the hostess who leads them to a table and sets down the stack of menus. Damien goes behind Nessa to pull out her chair in the middle of the table, Dominik does the same for Rhea on the opposite side of the table so they sit across from each other. Damien sits down next to Nessa, Finn on the other side of Nessa, and Dominik sitting across from Damien.

"Hey Nes, I like the new tattoos." Dominik praises which makes Nessa blush.

"Thanks, Dom, I figured it was time." She takes a sip of her drink.

"Time for what a new tattoo? It's always a good time for a new tattoo." Damien jokes.

"She was talking about getting those for years, she finally did," Dominik explains to the group.

"I would say I had more free time to do it but that is a lie, I threw myself into work and one day just said fuck it and did it then dealt with the healing pain at work. Did one thigh one week, the next a few weeks later." She shrugs.

"Do they have any special meaning?" Finn asks trying to keep the conversation going.

"Yeah, it's flowers, using the language of flowers bitter regret, healing, and forgiveness just stuff like that with a butterfly thrown in for good measure." Nessa shrugs and catches Rhea's inquisitive look.

Rhea shakes her head and smiles, "Well, we all have things we regret and healed from. What is your favorite tattoo?" Rhea asks, nudging her foot against Nessa's.

"Oh uh all of them for various reasons..." Nessa answers, unable to pick.

"But if you had to choose?" Damien asks as he rests his elbow on the table and scoots closer to Nessa.

"Uh,... my sleeve I guess. It's full of my favorite nerd shit and space stuff, love space, and the stars and planets. Some of it Dom helped pick out." Dominik smiles at Nessa's answer and Damien playfully kicks him under the table. Only for Rhea to wince and kick back accidentally hitting Nessa.

"Ow fuck ok that's it, everyone keep your feet to yourselves, it was cute at first but I draw the line there!" She forcefully sets her cup back down on the table looking at everyone sternly. Both Damien and Rhea hang their heads muttering sorry. "I swear you are worse than children sometimes!" Nessa complains, sitting back in her chair and glancing at Finn who can't help but laugh.

"That we are, love, but it is fun and never boring." He bumps her shoulder and she rolls her eyes unable to hide her smile. Finn continues, "Space stuff is cool. What are some of your hobbies? I love legos and building Lego sets and love comic books." Finn offers up.

Nessa gets the mischievous glint in her eyes again. "Don't start that argument today Mariposa you won't hear the end of it from either of us." Damien chimes in knowing she was going to parrot what she told him when they went to dinner.

"Oh come on, that's no fun!" Nessa huffs and the table laughs. "Fine, I love books and reading. I'll read anywhere. Though in a nice armchair by the fire with hot chocolate is absolute heaven." She closes her eyes, picturing it before continuing, "I like building models, like the Titanic lego model, is goals, but so expensive and has so many pieces."

"How do you have a bit of all of our likes?" Rhea asks, more so to herself but she said it out loud.

"Neurodivergence. Comics and reading and music are an escape, building models is a hands-on textile thing that can help ground and guide focus. Plus the Lego thing came about working on the Peds ward with all the kids. You can't help but like the joy you give a sick kid when they don't have much going for them." Nessa shrugs unaware of how the question Rhea asks could have been perceived. The rest of the group nodded along in agreement about the making sick children happy thing she said.

The rest of the breakfast went by comfortably Nessa learning more about the individuals while seeing how they act and operate in public outside of work and it is no different. Damien pays for the girls this time around to Nessa grumbling about machismo and Dom kicking her playfully under the table before they stand up.

"Dominik Oscar Gutierrez what did I tell you about keeping your feet to yourself." Nessa chastises and he shrugs, holding out his hand for her to grab.

"You said everyone keep your feet to yourselves, but you wanted to complain about Damien being machismo so..." Dominik blows raspberries at her.

"It's what my people do, you know this, it sparks joy to complain!" Nessa grabs his hand pouting as they head to the car.

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Together as a group, they approach the venue where they are to do the signing, Nessa's hand wrapped around Damien's elbow as he escorts her and Rhea and Dom holding hands, Finn waving at the fans like the lunatic he is, Nessa waving here and there, surprised at people yelling her name. It embarrasses her at points and she hides under Damien's arm and he guides her through the doors.

"Oh that is so cute!" Damien's chest rumbles as he rubs Nessa's shoulder.

"I don't know why they like me, I'm nothing special." She mumbles into Damien's chest who then grabs her shoulders and takes a step back, bending down to be eye level with her.

"You are every bit special, don't ever forget that" He then pulls her into a hug and kisses the top of her head. They get ushered to a long table where Triple H is waiting with his arms crossed.

"Uh oh," Nessa grimaces seeing the look on his face.

"What the hell was that last night?" He asks glancing between all of them.

"The dude grabbed me and wouldn't leave me alone asking me out and I was uncomfortable and they came to defend me..." Nessa speaks up in their defense.

"We can not behave like that no matter the circumstances, you should have gotten security instead of assaulting that guy." Triple H sternly tells them.

"Like you wouldn't do the same if he did it to Steph..." Damien bites back, annoyed at being admonished like a child for defending Nessa.

"Be that as it may, perception is everything. I have done similar things and had to pay the price. You will all be fined 5,000 dollars each, except for Nessa since she was assaulted first and did not put her hands on him." He announces to the team, disappointment evident in his voice. The members of The Judgment Day stand there staring at him. Nessa places her hand gently on Damien's chest to stop him from retorting again and making the situation worse.

"Hunter, sir, we are sorry for how our actions could negatively affect the company and it will not happen again!" Nessa plays the diplomat, and Hunter eyes her and Damien up and down and glances to the other three who are now nearly shoulder to shoulder with each other and nods approvingly before narrowing his eyes.

"Before we let the fans in, are you doing this for kayfabe or is something going on." He asks gesturing to the total group who turn to Nessa, letting her decide.

"We will do our best to keep it kayfabe, however, there is potentially something more going on between us. You wanted us to bond so you need to let us do so to work better together." Nessa admits looking at him wide-eyed afraid of getting them into more trouble but wanting to protect them. Hunter looks from Nessa to her hand still on Damien's chest to the others who are looking at Nessa like she hung the moon, even Finn who appreciates how fiercely she is trying to protect them. Hunter nods approvingly loving the backbone she is showing.

"All right then, do what is natural but you have to take the consequences if it goes south." He warns her before walking away.

"Let's sit down and get ready," Rhea suggests walking to the other side of the table where four chairs are laid out.

Nessa notices there are only four chairs and speaks up as Rhea sits in the second chair, Dominik in the third, and Finn in the last. "There isn't a chair for me?" She looks around trying to find a spare chair.

"Mamita, I am your chair." Damien leans down and whispers into her ear, gently grabbing her hand and pulling her towards the table as she bites her lower lip, blood rushing to her face wondering if he will ever stop trying to make her blush. Damien plops down into the chair and pulls Nessa onto his lap and wraps his arms around her waist and rests his head on her shoulder. She leans her head onto his as fans start lining up some of them cooing and taking pictures.

Damien frees one arm to get ready to start signing as the first fan approaches the table. Damien smiles and signs the picture put in front of him. Damien goes to slide it to Rhea and the kid speaks up. "Can Nessa sign it too since she is part of the Judgement day now?" He asks shyly and Nessa blushes, one of the security guards hands her a silver sharpie to sign it.

"Here you go sweetheart!" She uses the initials she used at the hospital and smiles at the kid who just beams back. The signing goes on like that for a few minutes until someone asks Damien for a picture. He kisses the side of Nessa's head and slides her over onto Rhea's lap who wraps one arm around Nessa's waist and Nessa pouts.

"Can't I just get my own chair?"

"No." echoes around the room from the members of The Judgement Day as well as fans who are loving the PDA. The same fan that took the picture with Damien wanted one with Rhea who promptly slides her over onto Dominik's lap and kisses Nessa's cheek as she huffs in annoyance. Fans take pictures and videos as Nessa gets passed from one member to another.

Eventually, she lands on Finn's lap. "Are you ok, love?" he whispers in her ear.

Nessa leans back to answer also in a whisper, "Yeah, are you ok with this? I don't want you to feel uncomfortable either." Finn's chest shakes as he laughs.

"Yes, love, this is perfectly fine." He answers while signing the next picture. Nessa's attention is caught by someone calling her name and holding out a Dominik picture that he already signed.

"You guys are so cute together and I want you to sign by his name. Will you get back together?" The young girl, early teens asks sheepishly.

"Well, sweetpea Dom is in a new relationship and I don't want to come between that." She smiles, well aware of the cameras and fans hanging on to her every word and not wanting to cause them to get fined anymore.

"But you were on his lap and he kissed you. Actually, almost all of them have kissed you and you are on Finn's lap too? What is going on?" The fan asked confused, a chorus of yeahs coming from the people behind her.

"Well, Damien asked me on a date and I said yes. We went to dinner. And they are all close and my love language is physical touch like this. All those kisses were innocent and on the cheek." Nessa answers as diplomatically as possible for the question.

"Well, what about sharing like a harem," the fan asks and Damien snorts. Taking a drink of his water to try and disguise his reaction. Nessa can't control hers and turns in Finn's lap hiding her face into his neck. She hears some of the fans start laughing some oohing and cheering.

"Finn pass Mamita back up here," Damien calls out from the end of the table, Finn tightens the arm he has around Nessa's waist keeping her on his lap.

"Nah Damien, it's my turn for cuddles" Finn rests his chin on Nessa's shoulder like Damien did earlier. Though it doesn't last long because a medium clear shoebox-sized Tupperware filled clearly with legos appears in front of them.

"All yours Damien!" He literally tosses Nessa back onto Dominik's lap who hands her off to Rhea and Rhea hands her back off to Damien.

"I can walk guys, Jesus H Roosevelt Christ." She complains once she is squarely back on Damien's lap.

"Yeah, but this is more fun mamita..." Damien comments nipping at her ear, his arm sliding below her waist, his hand squeezing her thigh making her blush again, the fans still in line cooing at how cute it is as she now hides in Damien's neck. Damien readjusts and gently guides her head off of his neck and angles it up. Damien brings his head to hers, gripping the back of her neck and pulling into a possessive kiss that she melts into and returns, the crowd going crazy. Damien is the first to break the kiss, Nessa breathing shallowly and looking up at him through her eyelashes, her hand gripping the collar of his shirt.

Nessa adjusts how she is sitting on his lap to where her back is resting on his chest and she grabs his hand that is still on her thigh and intertwines her fingers with his, unable to stop the giggle that escapes her throat, her face still flushed. They finish the signing like that, Nessa on Damien's lap glancing softly back at him occasionally and smiling, occasionally being passed from one lap to another when they had to stand up to take a picture, but always ending back up on Damien's lap. For the last few fans, she notices how Damien is tensing up and is acting more timid with his touches.

Once the last fan is gone and the signing is over Nessa jumps off Damien's lap and holds out her hand for him to grab to try and show him she was ok with the kiss, he gets up and gently takes her hand. As a group, they make their way to the SUV waving at the fans who hung back to get another glimpse of them.

"I hope I didn't get us in trouble again by shutting down at that fan's question." She vocalizes as they approach the SUV.

"If we do we will pay it, don't worry your pretty little head about it." Rhea reaches out and messes with Nessa's hair for emphasis. Damien opens the back door for Nessa who slides in and Rhea after her. Dominik enters on the other side. Damien takes the passenger seat this time wanting to give Nessa space. Nessa begins fidgeting with the hem of her shirt, worrying that he is upset about the kiss. Maybe he didn't like it, maybe he doesn't like her...

Nessa's thoughts are broken by Rhea grabbing one of her hands and Dominik grabbing the other both of them placing a kiss on the back of her hands.

Damien pulls down the vizor and opens the mirror angling it to where he can see Nessa. Guilt filling him, he just kissed her like that in front of people where she couldn't leave or respond negatively if she needed to. He forced her into a corner and he feels disgusted with himself. Mercifully they get to the hotel quickly, the tension between Nessa and Damien palpable. The rest try to ease it with jokes and small talk as they make their way to their rooms. Damien goes to enter the room he shares with the other men but Nessa grabs his hand to stop him.

"Can we talk please, alone?" She gestures to her room. Rhea, Dominik, and Finn share a knowing look and disappear into the men's room and Nessa pulls Damien into her room. Once the door is closed Damien starts rambling off apologies, switching between English and Spanish like his mind can't figure out what needs to be said.

"Damien, Damien!" Nessa tries to calm him down, "LUIS!!!" She raises her voice to get his attention and stands on her toes grabbing either side of his face.

"Go sit down so we can talk. Everything is fine, I am not upset at you, there is nothing to apologize about!" She lists off trying to make him understand not breaking eye contact. He nods and Nessa sighs in relief plopping back down on her feet and letting go of his face. Damien sits in the chair and Nessa stands in front of him.

"Can I sit on your lap?" She asks, not wanting to make him feel uncomfortable. He nods and opens his arms for her. She sits and scoots up on his lap getting comfortable. "Now slow and calm, tell me what is going on in your head." Nessa instructs tapping his forehead.

Damien softly groans and buries his face in her hair collecting his thoughts. "I'm sorry for kissing you like that in front of the fans without discussing it beforehand. That was unprofessional and uncalled for. I am supposed to wait for your lead when initiating contact like that in private. And for work, it is always supposed to be discussed beforehand. You had no way to react the way you would need to or get away without causing issues and I think I made you feel trapped. I just couldn't control myself and I should have. I am so sorry Nessa."

Nessa draws circles on the back of his hand and sighs. "If that was strictly for work I'd understand and be ok, and as for personal, that is still ok. You do an excellent job reading my body language and making sure I am ok. I enjoyed that kiss if you couldn't tell by my reaction. Luis, I thought you didn't like it or changed your mind about me." Nessa explains, shrugging.

Damien's jaw drops and he tightens his grip around Nessa's waist, his voice dropping as he responds, "I very much enjoyed that kiss and I very much like you. I have not and will not change my mind so don't think that."

Nessa places a kiss on his jaw to make him unclench it. "Then stop acting like everything you do is wrong or that you've hurt or upset me. If you have I will tell you like I have promised ok?" She asks gently rubbing her palm on his cheek and turning his head to face hers and kissing him with the same force he kissed her with earlier his soft lips parting allowing her to be in control as she moves to straddle him her head tilted to one side. She wraps her arms around his neck and plays with the hair on the back of his neck and he rests his hands on her ass pulling her closer.

Nessa inhales deeply taking in his scent, his cologne, his breath, and the way he tastes committing it to memory as she breaks the kiss resting her forehead on his since he is basically holding her up by her ass, both of them breathing heavily. "Papi, can you put me down?" She rasps out, trying to catch her breath, he shakes his head, and Nessa wiggles making him growl..

"Mariposa if you don't stop we might cross a boundary that we set last night." Damien almost begs, his voice deeper than she has ever heard it. She meets his gaze and notices his pupils are huge and his eyes flicker downward to his quite obvious source of discomfort.

Nessa flushes for a different reason and wiggles about again. "You can put me on the arm of the chair then and we can join the others?" Nessa offers, her arms still around his neck until he does as she suggested and sets her on the arm of the chair and grabs her hand kissing it much like Gomez does for Morticia. Nessa giggles and takes back her hand.

"Thank you Mariposa for being the kindest and most understanding and also forgiving. You don't know how much Dominik needed your forgiveness." Damien tries to change gears to make his erection go away so they can rejoin the others.

"You don't need to thank me Bombon, you've done nothing wrong so there was nothing to forgive. Thank you for being understanding and patient... sort of and letting me try to get my bearings with all this..." Nessa reaches forward and grabs his hand again wanting some form of contact.

"Take as much time as you need Mariposa we don't want to rush a decision for you. It is a big decision and commitment I'm not going to lie. You agree to join us completely it is a different ball game, we can be intense, more than you've experienced and I don't want you to regret it." He warns her and pulls her into his lap, his former issue taken care of.

"I think I can handle it Bombon, I've handled a lot in my life and an excess of passion is a non-issue." She looks up at him and smiles.

"I am glad to hear that Mariposa." He gently kisses her forehead.

"Do you think you are ok to go be with the others now?" She asks while playing with his fingers. He smiles and just lets her continue playing with them.

"I like just the peace like this. No misunderstandings no pressure." He intertwines their fingers to stop her from playing with them and kisses her head again.

"I know but they are going to start to worry, and don't we have to train tonight too?" Nessa reasons and Damien scoffs.

"Yes, but training isn't for a few hours we have time. I just need a little time of peace and no expectations." He explains and Nessa immediately starts nodding.

"Yeah of course." Nessa agrees and cuddles up to him, laying her head on his shoulder and closing her eyes taking another deep breath and just relaxing in his arms, his head resting on hers. Damien does the same as Nessa, taking a deep breath and taking in the floral scent of her perfume and something else distinctly her that just fits. They fall asleep like that in the chair.

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Finn uses the key card to quietly enter the room, not wanting to scare Nessa. He steps in to see Nessa and Damien asleep. He pulls out his phone and snaps a few pictures, selecting one to post to his Twitter. "Look at this, our newest member and second oldest member cuddled up and napping after an excitement-filled autograph session. I think the old man was tired. 😍" He captions and posts it tagging the two asleep in front of him as well as the other members of The Judgment Day. Finn leaves the room, leaving the door cracked open to go get Rhea and Dominik who are both looking at their phones as he walks in.

"That is the cutest shit!" Rhea comments out loud

"I know, that should make Paul happy. Especially after the signing. Let's wake them up the fun way!" Finn bounces up and down about to run out the door.

"Let's not go too far, Nes is still raw from last night, she has been compensating. Trying to make sure we are all ok." Dominik explains trying to stop Finn from doing something too crazy.

"Yeah ok, got it!" Finn waves off the warning running into the hallway kicking open the other door, Dominik and Rhea right behind him trying to stop whatever is in his chaotic mind.

Nessa jumps at the sound of the door slamming against the wall, she falls off of Damien's lap and onto the floor and groans, "Whyyyyyy I was having the best drrreeeaaamm!!!" She whines slapping the floor and just laying there pouting. Rhea kneels down to where Nessa is pouting on the floor.

"And what were you dreaming about Bunny?" She asks, grabbing Nessa's arm and helping her up. Nessa stretches and pops her neck before answering,

"We were on a beach somewhere having a picnic, just relaxing with some fresh fruit, fruity alcoholic drink in my hand while we just lounged on the blanket in the sun. The waves were just crashing on the sand, a big cuddle pile." Nessa sighs wistfully and Rhea smiles, a plan forming in her head. She is going to put some things in motion for Backlash in Puerto Rico.

#rhea ripley x oc #dominik mysterio fanfiction #damian priest fanfic #finn balor x oc #poly judgement day #judgment day x reader

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tourmalinatedquartz · 2 years

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Redacted characters during a scary movie

Wolves, vampires, and D.A.M.N. Squad

Caelum is absent because it’s too scary for him and it probably contains some adult scenes that he is too young to witness but he’ll come back for a Disney movie night.

Gavin is bored at the beginning and occasionally tries to scare Lasko but overall pays attention to the movie and has a good time since everyone else likes it so much and is enjoying just spending time together

Huxley is thoroughly absorbed in the plot and jumps the tiniest bit during any jump scares. He also grips Damien’s hand a little tighter. He tries to comfort Lasko a little but it doesn’t help much.

Damien enjoys it but is also annoyed at every stupid decision a character makes and grumbles about it. He holds Huxley’s hand to comfort him through the scary parts and tells Gavin to knock it off when he scares Lasko causing the poor guy to accidentally elbow the fire elemental.

Lasko is trying not to hyperventilate or ruin the carpet with his drink. He enjoys the movie and being with his family and he tries to think about what could be happening next because he likes solving mysteries but also if he expects everything he thinks he will be surprised by nothing. He was wrong.

Freelancer is more interested in everyone else’s reactions because they’ve seen it multiple times. They’re the one who gets drinks and snacks for people so that no one else misses anything. They also try to stop Gavin from giving Lasko a heart attack.

David is just irritated at all the plot holes and things that are so unrealistic that it kind of ruins the movie for him. He does complain a little but won’t let Angel turn it off because they were excited about watching it.

Angel is so hyped for the movie that even the silly or stupid parts seem cool because it’s impossible for them to dislike it in that moment. They argue with David about any negative thing he has to say. Also They won’t admit it but they get scared once all the lights are off and they’re both in bed.

Milo is not pleased. He jumps and curses at all the jump scares. He has sweetheart pulled into his side so he can pretend that he’s making them feel better. But really, having them under his arm is making him feel better. But after the movie he’s fine cause he knows it was just that, a movie.

Sweetheart is laughing at Milo the whole time. They scare him once but he knocked over the end table causing drinks and snacks to go all over the floor. They genuinely felt bad so they promised not to do it again and that was the only way he agreed to keep watching with them.

Asher doesn’t. stop. talking. He’s making comments, pointing out funny things in the background, asking questions, sharing theories, asking babe what they think about this scene and that scene. He makes it through almost the whole movie without jumping until the very end and then he laughs about getting scared

Babe is trying to listen to Asher and the tv at the same time but that doesn’t work very well so they only catch half of each for the entire duration of the movie. They end up a little confused at the end but happy that Asher enjoyed it and that they got to cuddle. They secretly rewatch the movie one day when Asher works and they don’t but it just makes them wish he was there to cuddle with.

Vincent saw the movie once but doesn’t remember it well. He’s listening to it, but for most of the movie he’s watching lovely. When they get startled he kisses their temple with a small chuckle and tells them they’re okay. At the end he asks them tons of questions about what they thought and if they liked it.

Lovely pretends not to notice Vincent staring because every once in a while they can see his expression out of the corner of their eye and they melt. They don’t get super spooked by the movie and just genuinely have a good time. They love talking about it with Vincent afterwards. All the foreshadowing they picked up on and how the ending left room for so many possibilities.

Sam picked it out because he couldn’t find anything else that sounded interesting that he hadn’t already seen a bunch of times. He’s not super into it but once he made it 30 minutes in and it didn’t get better he kept watching because he felt he’d already committed to it. He will forget the whole thing by the end of the week.

Darlin’ is also not super into it but curious enough to glance up every so often when something catches their attention. They fall asleep half way through it though. After it’s over and they wake up they accurately guess how it ended. Because all those movies are predictable according to them.

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tame-a-messenger · 6 months

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One thing I love about them in the don’t win Mario live is how every time angela jokes about zoning out to Damien, she goes out of her way to lean down and whisper an apology to him. Idk why but it seems like she just has a soft spot for Damien that she doesn’t really have for anyone else. If it was Shayne that she made that comment to, she most likely wouldn’t have apologized or if she did, she would just say “sorry bro” or something like that lol.

I've noticed that too! she kinda does that for everybody, whispers to them asking if she's bothering them, if anything she seems more COMFORTABLE to be able to do that! I feel it would be awkward for her to do that to Shayne, but with Damien she's comfortable enough with him to. but with Damien he seems to appreciate it alot! he has said he is neurospicy (im a lil aswell i suspect) so having someone that genuinely CARES if they hurt you means the world! I like it even more, now that they're both comfortable making fun of one another. personally as someone suspected of having adhd AND autism (I'm just human after all) when I like someone (in a friend way) I like to poke them! I like shit talk! it makes me feel ALIVE. Angela has shared pretty much the same sentiment and so has Damien!

they both do do their best to check in on eachother through the insults they hurl. its obvious they like to play ruff lol

and for me its really fun to have someone like Angela with Damien on the cast! I've been watching him since he joined, and there's never really been someone he gets to hurl insults at and they hurl them right back! and still be friends after! I really feel like she's helping him get out of his shell! its so sweet!!

so to wrap up, I agree! I think Angela does have a not-so-soft-but-more-comfortable-spot for Damien. while Damien DEFINITELY has a soft spot for Angela. he rarely gets mad at her for being too much (she can get pretty loud) and always treats her very well offering to pay for things and and boosting her up

anyway, I love these people. they make me feel less alone <3

#damangela #damien and angela #damien x angela #damgela #damngela #damien/angela #damngela dynamic enjoyer

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ameera-bartholemew · 2 years

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~Image the reader was listening to a song and she thinks she's alone so she decides to turn up her music and she is dancing to spainish songs and she finds her dancing with a droom and she starts grinding with it to the song. Next thing you know her li comes in and she doesn't see them or hear them. What would incubi reaction be?~ ♡

tell a friend to tell a friend

SHESSS BAAACK (hopefully for longer AH)

⚠️nsfw warning!

James: You barely notice he’s there in the first place because he’s so quiet. Once the song ends while you’re catching your breath, James clears his throat, making you gasp and dropping the broom. He’s leaning against the arch of the door, looking up and down at your body. Although he isn’t saying anything, his body language says a lot. His eyes are a deep gold, which practically begging for you to keep going, and maybe even dance on him. He slowly makes his way towards you, placing his hands on your hips. He gives you a seductive smirk, thanking you for the performance. He’s holding back on what he wants to do to you, for now.

“You dance well, my love. Why don’t you dance on me like you did with the broom this time?”

Erik: After the song ends, your once confident stature deflates when you hear Erik’s clapping from the doorway. He immediately begins to praise you, commenting on every small detail you made. However his flirty side takes over, and he pulls you close, gently pulling your hair so you make direct contact with him. You can tell that he really liked the dance, a little more than he’s letting on. He licks his lips and smirks at you, only taking in the sight of your eyes. He doesn’t hold back and kisses you deeply, needing to relish your body and lips against his. When he pulls away, he asks for you two to dance together, but more sensually.

“Why don’t we dance together, Highness? From what I can tell, there’s much more that you can show me. How about it~? “

Sam: Your coordinated movements with the broom matched every beat in the song, making the dance all the more entrancing. As you danced you found yourself imagining that the broom was Sam, causing you to slowly grind to it. If only it were him. Luckily, you didn’t have to imagine because once the song ended, you could hear deep growls coming from the doorway. You quickly turned your head to see Sam standing there looking at you, his eyes half-lidded and his mouth open. Heat enveloped your face as you stood there, but before you knew it Sam was right in front of you, pinning you to the wall and kissing you. His hands were glued to your body, trying to feel every part of you. As he pulled away, he smirked, knowing that much more was about to go down.

“Why don’t we take this somewhere else?”

Matthew: You closed your eyes as you gently grinded on the broom, not being able to help yourself. It must’ve been the song, because just two minutes ago you didn’t feel this… hot. At some point you pinned the broom to the ground, hovering over it and imagining it was Matthew on the bottom. Once the song ended, you stayed in that position, trying to catch your breath. It wasn’t until you heard a familiar voice moan your name that you looked up. Matthew was right behind you, eyes filled with gold. You looked up at him, admiring his smitten yet lustful gaze. Something in your body told you to lay on your back for him, which gave him the hint to get on top of you. He used his hands to lower himself and kiss all over your body, being unable to stop himself.

“[Y/N], you’re so beautiful. I can’t keep my hands off you…”

Damien: You stared at the broom lovingly, for seeing it as much more than that. You imagined it was Damien, looking back at you with his enticing purple-hued eyes. Although you felt hot, you merely waltzed with the broom, occasionally grinding on it. As the song came to an end, you slowly wrapped it in a hug, still imagining it was Damien. Before you could process it, footsteps approached until they stopped behind you. The mysterious person snaked a hand around your waist and took the broom from your hand to intertwine their fingers with yours. You didn’t need to really think about it, because you could just tell from their touch that the person was Damien, softly breathing down your neck. He used one of his hands to cup your face and kiss you, caressing your cheek. When you two pulled away Damien gazed at you patiently, eyes waiting for more.

“I can’t resist you.”

#seduce me the otome #seduce me otome #incubi #seduce me damien #damien incubus #james incubus #sam incubus #seduce me erik #seduce me james #erik incubus #seduce me sam #seduce me matthew #matthew incubus

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jkpfr · 11 months

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It’s fairly rare for Jan and I to be on break at the same time. With our differing programs, when it’s not all four of us, it’s often Jan and Adele or Damien and myself.

“- Is that everything?

- Let me check…”

He came with me to the craft shop, and we’re about done looking for stuff I’ll need to make the invitations I want for my birthday. It feels a little dumb to have him help me gather the items I’ll use for an invitation I’m going to give to him… But it’s not like he doesn’t know that he’s invited anyway.

“- Where’s the…

- Bottom right.

- Bottom right?”

Ah, he’s right. “The”, which stands for the cool set of rainbow pens I found, was in fact in my cart.

“- Cool! Then I think that’s… everything, yeah.

- Okay!”

I hope I didn’t blush. Whenever Jan flashes that giddy smile of his, my face feels flushed… but I have to reassure myself that I didn’t blush. It would be too embarrassing otherwise.

Jan spins around, and we’re heading to the cash register. Though I like this shop… I’m eager to leave, if just to ensure Jan is comfortable. When I noticed him rubbing his eyes… I abruptly realised the lights were too bright, and once I thought about that, suddenly I heard the loud music coming out of speakers all around the place, and quickly I started to wonder if there wasn’t too much of a crowd walking around us.

Lost in thought… when someone stops Jan in the middle of an aisle, I almost crash into him. I apologetically place my hand on his shoulder, but I get shy and immediately remove it.

“- Jan?

- Hmm… Yes?”

The person who stopped him looks to be a young man our age, one I’ve never seen before – and by the sounds of it, Jan doesn’t recognise him either.

“- Jan—Wow! It’s been so long! You haven’t changed at all!”

He has mid-length wavy light brown hair, amber eyes, and a little stubble on his chin. Height-wise, he reminds me of Damien.

(Meaning he’s not all that tall, but I’m an asshole.)

“- Sorry, I…

- Haaa…”

It’s hard to read the stranger’s expression… he looks light-heartedly bothered that Jan doesn’t recognise him, but I can’t see him being too surprised about it.

“- Can you remind me? I’m so sorry.”

Jan is surprisingly calm – I’d gather he’s not used to being put on the spot. I guess he manages to stay cool even when he’s unprepared.

(If I saw you fail sometimes, would it be easier for us to be closer?)

“- Well… Back then, I hadn’t been able to change my name yet.”

That complicates things.

“- But… You were the only person I was out to. You were the only person I could talk to… about my dysphoria, my transition. So…

- WHA…!”

Interrupting his own loud reaction, Jan slaps his hands over his mouth.

I can’t help but take a step in front of him – to look at his face. With his eyes wide open…

He’s cute… What got into him?

“- Seriously?” he continues, letting his hands slide towards his own chin.

“- Y-Yes?

- Oh my God!”

Is he… shaking?

“- It’s been… Seriously? It’s been years… You look great!”

This is weird coming from him… he excitedly grabs the guy’s hands.

“- Really?

- Yes! You look awesome! I couldn’t even… I see it now, though. I’m so glad to see you again!

- Oh, for real?

- Yes!”

This guy… is someone Jan knew in the past. It’s now that Jan recognises him that he looks surprised… Or rather, it’s Jan’s positive reaction that surprises him.

Hmm… I feel a little dumb, just observing them like this. I’ll make a dumb comment to make it look like I’m owning it.

“- Jan was the only person you were able to be out to? That sounds tragic.

- …Attention seeker.

- …Ouch.”

Still holding the stranger’s – to me – hands, the flustered Jan who directs a snarky comment in my direction looks adorable.

(This doesn’t look like him failing at all.)

Guy number three chuckles and does in fact turn his attention to me.

“- Well… I guess… As far as not being able to be out generally went. But Jan being the one who knew, that wasn’t so tragic.

- Yeah? How did he come to know? Were you guys close friends?

- You don’t have to tell him if you don’t want to.”

This could feel like a critique coming from Jan, but he looks in an overwhelmingly good mood. Finally letting go of his old friend’s hands, he looks at him with some sort of… amazed wonder.

“- Heheh, it’s fine. You were so cool!”

Number three takes a step away to stretch, and immediately looks more relaxed. When he starts talking again, though, his voice reveals a lot of emotion.

“- I was just… this was in middle school. My parents are extremely transphobic, and I just couldn’t… allow them to know. I felt like I couldn’t trust anyone, so I was completely closeted.”

He marks a pause, clicking his tongue as he hesitates. I don’t know what to say… so I wait.

“- It felt so bad… I desperately wanted someone to talk to about my feelings… but I couldn’t even trust my friends. I didn’t know that I could trust them to keep it a secret, or even just… to respect me. Well, it’s in that context that I learned about Jan.

- Learned about Jan…

- Learned about Jan…”

Both Jan and I said that.

“- Heheh! Jan was this boy who was extremely popular… but plot twist, he was actually nice! Whenever someone told you about Jan, they would tell you “you’d think a popular guy like this would be an asshole, but no, he’s actually super nice.” He had a really good reputation and he looked like he was friendly with everyone.”

Of course that’s how he was.

“- So when I would run into him, I’d be curious, like everyone else. Plus, there was no way around it… He was pretty… So incredibly pretty…”

He chuckles nervously and starts to look in the direction opposite to Jan before continuing:

“- I started to overthink it… His face… He had such a pretty face, almost like… So I thought… I thought maybe he was like me. I didn’t have any proof, and actually, I didn’t believe it that much… I just wanted to.”

I find myself blushing (though if I’m lucky, maybe not…) and can’t help but take a glance at Jan. He looks slightly embarrassed, but most importantly… Well, Jan is very handsome. I wouldn’t say he could be mistaken for a girl, but his facial traits are delicate… His extremely pale blonde hair contributes to that soft air of his, and when his eyes were wide open in shock just a couple minutes ago…

You could see that he hides it. With his eyelids always exaggeratedly, and yet somehow tastefully relaxed, Jan wants to look cool – which he is – more than he wants to look cute – which he is.

“- I really wanted to. And with time I realised I desperately needed somebody to talk to. That’s why… I risked it, and I talked to him. And I told him.

- But…

- …Yeah. Oops. I was wrong. That was embarrassing, huh?

- It’s alright,” Jan reacts.

“- Of course… See? Being the person that he is, Jan lived up to his reputation, and he was incredibly nice. Now that the cat was out of the bag… It just turned out that he was the only person I’d come out to. And because he was so nice… I knew I could always come up to him to tell him about my feelings… Even just to hang around someone who knew, and believed me.

- Aww, that’s so sweet, though. Is that seriously how you guys became friends?

- Yes.

- Yeah! We were in different classes, so otherwise, we wouldn’t really have had a reason to hang out. I always felt like such an outsider, but there was something exciting about having a secret together.

- And you always seemed to appear out of nowhere, so it was like…

- You were in constant danger,” number three says, chuckling again.

“- Pff… No… I was going to say something like… constant fun.”

When I asked him about it a long time ago, Damien told me Jan had always had close queer friends. If this person’s identity was a secret, then he’s probably not who Dam was talking about. Either way… he said “duh, you’re safe with Jan” like I’d asked him a really stupid question. “Safer than with me, even.” (Threatening finger guns.)

“- Well… I don’t know if you ever thought about me, in all this time, but… You were so important to me, and I’m like… way too happy to have ran into you.

- Hah… are you kidding?”

I don’t know how he could say that, when Jan has been smiling genuinely this entire conversation. But just now… his expression gets a lot more intense.

“- I almost want to cry. I didn’t even recognise you. I’m so happy to see you again.”

#murder fabrication #english #pride #!!

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You want angst i have arrived!!!

Please can Adrian find a lost child turms out the child belongs Damien and mari extra salt if the child looks more like mari

So like Adrien doesn't find Marinette's lost child.... I totally forgot about that part of the ask....😭😭 Sorryyyyyy, i hope you still like it!

10 years ago

“I’m fine,” he snaps, “stop dotting on me, what are you, my mother?” He turns and storms away instantly regretting his words but not as strongly as he was annoyed by hers.

“I don’t understand,” Marinette says so softly that Adrien slows to a stop. “Why are you acting like this?” Marinette walks around to face him, trying to catch his eye. “I mean I thought we were happy, I thought you were happy?”

Adrien can’t look her in the eye, he can’t tell her he only started dating her to get over Ladybug, which had been failing miserably for months. At first he was happy, well she mostly just made him feel not so alone and that was everything he could have asked for, until he realized that that wasn’t enough, it wasn’t love, only comfort. Isn’t love supposed to hit you like a ton of bricks? Isn’t it supposed to take your breath away? Make you feel an abundance of emotions like nothing else ever could? Ladybug took his breath away, made him feel things, and Marinette? She was just a placeholder, he was trying to shove her in the hole that Ladybug had left in his heart, but she didn’t fit.

“Look at me.” Marinette doesn’t sound angry, just sad, defeated.

“I don’t think this is going to work,” he blurts, finally looking into Marinette’s eyes just in time to see her breath catch, her hand to fly to her mouth in shock, and her eyes water. Just in time to see her break.

“What?” she chokes out, “why?”

He shook his head, he knew even before they started dating it wouldn’t work but he “tried” anyways for Marinette’s sake, even though the object of his affection was really Ladybug. And of course he knew it was bad to flirt with another woman while he was dating Marinette but it wasn’t like it was hurting anyone. Besides, if he actually was able to pull Ladybug then it wouldn’t really matter in the end, sure Marinette would be a little hurt and he’d feel bad about it but it never would have worked out between them anyways.

“I’m in love with somebody else.” Adrien may not be the best person in the world but he at least can be honest, he really does appreciate Marinette, but the longer he stayed with her the more she reminded him of Ladybug, only driving the stake deeper in his heart that he wasn’t with her, only Marinette.

“Who?” she demands.

Adrien laughs, even he could hear the arrogance in the sound. “Why? What are you going to do, attack her?” For a moment she looks shocked but it quickly morphs to anger.

“I would like to know, Agreste, because I think I deserve it after all this time we’ve been together. I can’t believe that you’d really think that I’d-”

“It’s Ladybug,” he cuts off her inevitable rant but immediately regrets it.

“What?”

“I’m in love with Ladybug.” No turning back now.

“Adrien, you don’t know Ladybug, how the fu** are you in love with her?”

“We used to meet up,” well it’s not necessarily a lie, “she would always be there for me, she made me feel special, like I was her favorite civilian. We would have long talks about everything and nothing,” that’s how it used to be anyways.

“You’re lying.” Marinette is no longer crying but her eyes are red and she looks. so. angry.

Adrien shakes his head even though he is partly lying, “I’m not, but she told me how she was in love with Chat Noir,” oh how he wished that were true, “so I pushed myself away, but clearly it didn’t work. I’m still in love with-”

“Stop. Just stop.” This time Marinette cut him off. Looking up from the ground Adrien sees an expression he’s never seen on her face. Disappointment, contempt, just like the way his father looks at him. “I can’t believe this,” she laughs, empty of any humour, and shakes her head. Heading back over to the table she left her things at, she continues to laugh while repeating, “I can’t believe this.” Swinging her purse around her shoulder she grabs her keys and turns back to him. “This whole time. I can’t believe I've never seen it before now. I was so blind. So blind.”

“So you believe me?” Adrien knows it’s not really important but she was acting weird, crazy even.

“Do I believe that you’re in love with Ladybug. No. No, I don’t think you’re in love with her, I think you’re obsessed with her. I think you need therapy. I think you need to take a look at yourself and realize that love goes both ways, Adrien. Ladybug doesn’t love you back, never has, and never will.” Anger swelled in his chest but she yanks the door open and looks back one last time, “I can’t believe I gave my heart to a psychopath. You know, I really hope you get over her, Adrien. Because she will never. Ever. have you and you will never be happy with anyone else.” She scoffs and rolls still red eyes, “turns out I was blinded by you like you were blinded by her,” she says before stepping out and slamming the door shut.

Marinette never looked at him the same way again, gone was the soft adoration in her eyes and replaced with disgust and anger and disappointment, much like the way Ladybug did, if only she could get over her unnecessary negative feelings over him and love him as he loved her.

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It was amazing how lonely one person could be, Adrien had only returned to Paris for the 10th anniversary of Hawkmoth’s defeat and it was a bigger celebration than usual and festivities were already beginning; but Adrien only felt a gaping hole in his chest from the memories of broken relationships with friends, his only sense of family, and regret. He took in the decorations hanging above doors and the happy squeals of the children in the park. He sat on the end of a nearly empty bench, flashing the pregnant woman on the other end a quick, polite smile not bothering to really look at her, only to reassure that he only meant to sit and not have a conversation with a stranger.

As he settled and saw all the happy families bustling about the familiar thought of being alone re-emerged, Adrien had simply accepted that he was built and born to be lonely and had accepted that a long long time ago. He accepted it the night Ladybug and Chat Noir defeated Hawkmoth and out of necessity he had revealed himself to the world to avoid suspicion of any involvement of his father’s crimes. Now he was invited every year to give a speech but every year he declined, holding out that Marinette would join him, would reveal to the world that she was Ladybug, but she had dropped any and all communication with him so he always said no. It was silly thinking back to that night, at first he was confused why Ladybug wasn’t surprised in the slightest when he revealed himself and, according to her, only by the goodness of her word revealed herself to him. Although he suspected it was more to watch him suffer than anything else.

“Oof!” Adrien’s thoughts scatter when a little girl trips and falls right in front of him.

“ARGHH I coming for youuuuu!” A man’s voice growls out in a playful manner and Adrien turns his head to look at the source of the sound, it’s a rather handsome man with green eyes that were striking against his dark skin.

The little girl giggles profusely and scrambles up, quickly hiding behind the arm of the bench and using Adrien as a shield from what he assumed was her father.

Adrien chuckled and glanced over at the girl, about to make a comment to her when his words died in his throat. The girl had a familiar splitting smile with twin pigtails and blue blue blue eyes. Save for the tan skin she was the spitting image of one Marinette Dupain-Cheng, of Ladybug.

Adrien is staring at her and she notices and her brow furrows.

“You’re not my mommy,” she says as if he had somehow replaced her or she was considering her mother really was him and had disguised herself somehow.

A giggle sounds from the other side of the bench. Adrien whips his head to the woman to find her laughing into her hand. She looked different than he remembered but it was unmistakably Marinette, she had a bun atop her head with bangs that framed her face and a sundress with a very pregnant belly.

“Marinette?”

A happy squeal right in his ear sounded, he flinched and looked over to see the man had snuck around the bench and scooped the girl up in his arms. “No! Papa put me down! Put me down!” she laughed, trying in vain to get out of his grasp while he placed obnoxiously loud kisses all over her face. The man turned to Adrien with a laugh and an easy smile on his lips.

“Sorry about that-” recognition flitted across the man’s features as he cut himself off, his face falling to a sneer, as if Adrien was scum of the earth, as if the man could not think of a better pass time than to kill Adrien. It was a terrifying change of demeanor, Adrien desperately felt the need to get out of this man’s sight before he got murdered.

“Damian,” Marinette’s melodic voice sliced through the tension but the man only walked towards her, not dropping his gaze from Adrien.

Adrien tried to look anywhere else but unfortunately found that the mini-Marinette had developed the same look and was glaring at Adrien.

Marinette had stood and placed a hand on the arm of the man to placate him before turning to Adrien with a small smile.

“Hello, Adrien.” He had imagined this moment so many times. So many times. And this was never in any of his imaginations. Marinette with a family that wasn’t his. “It’s good to see you.”

“Really?” he blurted, he needed to know if it was true, had she really thought of him as much as he thought of her?

“Of course.”

Of course. Of course. Of course.

“This is husband, Damian-”

“Damian Wayne,” Damian shifted his daughter to his left hip and thrust his hand out. Adrien reached his hand out and the other man practically crushed his bones with an unnecessarily strong grip.

“-and our daughter, Bridgette.” Adrien glanced at the girl to give her a polite smile but she was still glaring at him the same way her father was. It was quite unnerving.

“She’s the spitting image of you,” he tries awkwardly.

“And she’s got her father’s glare it seems,” she chuckles and Adrien tries to laugh along but it sounds much too forced. “I really do hope you’ve been doing well, Adrien. I know we didn’t leave on the best of terms but I hope you’ve been blessed with happiness as I have.” She contemplates him for a short moment. “We both deserve it after-” she waves her hand through the air gesturing towards the festivities, “-everything.” He knew she was referring to their time as Chat Noir and Ladybug but he only thought of how much he couldn’t have happiness after all the things that happened in his life outside the suit. “We have to get going but it was nice to see you.” She sends him one last smile and turns away, easily slipping into her husband’s side, who was Damian freaking Wayne, CEO of a multi-billion dollar company, and walks away. Again.

Adrien could never compare, and he knew it.

He lamely calls out, “It was good to see you too,” before collapsing back onto the bench and takimg a deep shuddering breath.

Ok i know he didn't find a lost child but I don't want to rewrite it😭😭 I hope it still checks the rest of the boxes!

#if someone semds another ask for the same thing i will write it correctly #i swear #damian x marinette #maribat #adrien salt #adrien is just dumb mostly #and selfish and dumb #anyways i hope you have a wondeful day #also my asks are now anonomous i didnt realize it wasnt before #asks #my asks

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damienthepious · 3 years

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last call for proper length fic before NaNoWriMo starts!!! come get y’all’s juice

heart beats best in a bed (chapter 11)

[ch 1] [ch 2] [ch 3] [ch 4] [ch 5] [ch 6] [ch 7] [ch 8] [ch 9] [ch 10] [ao3] [ch 12] [ch 13] [ch 14] [ch 15] [ch 16] [ch 17] [ch 18] [???] [Rating: Mature Fandom: The Penumbra Podcast Relationship: Lord Arum/Sir Damien, Sir Damien/Rilla, Lord Arum/Sir Damien/Rilla Characters: Sir Damien, Lord Arum, Rilla, (others? eventually?) Additional Tags: Second Citadel, Lizard Kissin’ Tuesday, Rivals With Benefits, (I CANT BELIEVE THAT WAS ALREADY A TAG THANK FUCK), Mutual Pining, Secret Relationship, Denial of Feelings, Alternate Universe, (it’s not ROLE reversal it’s like. RELATIONSHIP reversal), (the timing is fucked with), (who knows who first), Sex with Feelings, Relationship Negotiation, (i literally never know how to tag things), (some miscommunication and mild angst in the future), Pining While Fucking, Porn With Plot Summary: Sir Damien is a committed, dedicated knight with a shining record and spotless reputation. Barring, of course, his one minor indiscretion, his singular, secret exception. It does not bear mentioning, of course. The arrangement is purely practical, purely physical, utterly inconsequential, of course. It is not as if a monster would- could care for him in any meaningful way, after all. The idea is impossible; as impossible as the idea of Sir Damien possessing any feelings whatsoever for the monster in return. Chapter Summary: A request, a bad metaphor, and a worry shared. Chapter Notes: Warnings in this chapter for nightmares, self-destructive thinking, blood (mostly symbolic), and injury (both symbolic and a previously existing literal injury). Also unpleasant accusations, and canon-typical bigoted thinking. If weird, vague, dream violence is an issue for you, you can just skip the middle section entirely. take care of yourself!

Also!!! it's the last Tuesday of October, which means that my Lizard Kissin' Ways are going to be somewhat scaled back for the next month! It's NaNoWriMo time again, and I'm looking to keep up my winning streak :D wish me luck! hopefully I'll have the time to at least do some drabbles for LKT through November, but don't hold me to it lol. I love you! i hope you enjoy!!! please comment if you feel so inspired 💘]

Previously, Rilla's breakfasts were perfunctory if she even bothered at all, and her mid-day breaks were a matter of whenever-the-hell she managed to hit a stopping point in her experiments or her appointments, depending on the day. Sometimes, she wouldn't bother eating at all until supper. Lately, however-

Well, she likes having a time she can tell Damien to stop by. He seems genuinely delighted to bring her breakfast, or an early lunch, nevermind her protests and nevermind her insistence on paying him back with tea or herbs or what little extra produce her garden provides. He's too damn sweet, honestly, he's just... a sweetheart.

More of a sweetheart than she probably deserves, all things considered. Or- she knows he wouldn't be so sweet if he knew about the research she keeps hidden under her floorboards. Probably. Maybe not. She can't say for certain, can she? Maybe he'd still be exactly as much of a sweetheart if he knew- and she doesn't feel guilty, really, but if she thinks too hard about how sweetly he treats her, it does make her wanna blush. A little. Rilla isn't exactly used to being spoiled.

She isn't really used to taking frequent breaks, either. It's been noticeably bad for her productivity, of course, but she can't deny that it's done wonders for her mood.

He comes with wrapped packages a little after sunrise, today, a familiar scent following him, and when Rilla recognizes it she grins wide and swipes one of the paper-wrapped bundles out of his hands before he even opens his mouth.

"No way," she says, and Damien hides a smile behind his free hand as he watches her unwrap the food. She knows she's right purely from the smell, she would recognize it anywhere; from the best food cart in the whole Citadel- she hasn't had it since-

Since the last time her parents took her.

[read more on ao3]

#elle's fanfic #second citadel #rad bouquet #lizard kissin' tuesday #amaryllis of exile #sir damien #lord arum #heart beats best #[yells loudly and cries about a lizard]

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neakco · 3 years

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When I Found You Bonus (2)

First Second Ao3

Bruce notices Damian's absence.

Tim Is A Chaos Child

Marinette had discovered the mini-fridge stocked up with food and water after a couple of hours and looked towards her best friend. “So how long does it take to fly from New Jersey to Paris in a helicopter?”

He looked sheepish while Damian yelled from the front, “A regular helicopter or ours specifically? Because I promise you that father's helicopter is far superior.”

Marinette narrowed her eyes in suspicion and turned from the tiny fridge. “Lets start with a regular helicopter and go from there.”

Tim blushed, “Well the fastest military helicopters can fly at 160mph so about 23 hours.”

“Fastest military helicopters?” She sat back and blinked a few times as she processed that. “And this is faster?”

You could hear the smirk in Damian’s voice as he answered, “Of course. I managed about 220mph on the way to pick you up. We are taking our only going about 200 right now though.”

Marinette did the conversions in her head, or tried before pulling up a calculator on her phone. “So at 322km the trip should take 18 hours. And you took 17 hours to come get me.” She paused to type in some more numbers, “Neither of you told Bruce anything and you will have been gone for a day and a half. How has he not sent one of the supers looking for you?”

“We told Alfred.” Tim shrugged before returning to his laptop and work he was apparently doing for Wayne Enterprises.

She sighed and walked up front to Damian. “Don’t you have school or something?”

“Tt, why do you think I agreed to come. I am being allowed to finally drive something and getting Drake in trouble while avoiding the asinine task that is school.”

“When you put it that way…” She trailed off and looked out the window for a moment. “So tell me how your pets have been since my last visit.”

Damian broke out in a rare grin. “So Batcow got bored the other day.”

Marinette smiled, hopefully Hawkmoth would be nice for two days so that she could actually take this time to mend.

At the same time Bruce had just got off the phone with Damian’s school.

“Alfred?”

“Yes Master Bruce?” He was setting down a sandwich and some tea.

“Did you not drive Damien to school today?”

“Of course not sir. He hasn’t been home since yesterday evening.”

“Can you fetch Tim and let him know I need him to take over at the office while I trace Damian?” Bruce started to stand but stopped when he saw Alfred shake his head.

“Master Timothy has also been absent from the manor since yesterday evening.”

Bruce paled as all the possible scenarios to cause 2 of his sons to disappear flashed through his head.

“I believe that the Wayne helicopter is also missing Master Bruce.” Alfred finished picking up the tea and food he knew was now going to be ignored and left.

Bruce sped to the cave to trace his sons. He was even tempted to call Jason but remembered last moment that he was recovering from what Jason was calling a less comedic sharknado.

Tim's tracker lead into the depths of the batcave telling Bruce that he had probably tossed it over the ledge, again. Damian’s led to the North Atlantic. The helicopter had a satellite phone that Bruce decided to dial. Hopefully one of his kids answered.

Tom looked up from his computer, “Hey Damian, what time is it back home?”

“It should be just after noon, why?”

“Phone's ringing.” He stood and stretched, “It took Bruce longer than I thought. I needed to check that I actually had the right time.”

Marinette looked at both brothers, “Are either of you going to answer or do I have too?”

Tim walked to the phone with a grin and put a finger to his lips before answering on speaker. “You've reached the Wayne Helicopter, how may I help you today?”

“Is there a reason you and Damian are currently over the ocean?”

Marinette had to cover her mouth so she didn’t laugh. Bruce sounded both concerned and angry.

“I suddenly had a craving for French pastries and you know that no one dies them better than the Dupain-Chengs.” Tim's grin was slowly growing at the anguished noises coming from Bruce.

“And why did you require your brother?”

“He wanted to stop me from taking the helicopter. So I had to take him along. Don’t worry, I got him pastries too.”

“Tim.”

“Don’t fret Bruce, I have a box with pastries for everyone.”

Even Damian had a small grin now and Marinette was barely quiet.

“That is not what I meant. Why did you feel the need to leave without telling anyone? And why didn’t you just take the tubes?”

“I told Jason, but he was battling something with a lot of teeth at the time.”

“You told Jason? The one person that rarely comes to the manor.” Bruce made some frustrated sounding mutters. “That doesn’t explain why you didn’t just take the tubes.”

Tim's grim could rival Joker's at this point, “Well Marinette isn’t authorized for the tubes yet.”

“Marinette isn’t….Did, did you kidnap your friend from France?”

“Of course not, I only kidnap family. I told her I was coming to pick her up. How else do you think I got the pastries.”

There was a sudden click and the line went dead.

Tim looked to Marinette and Damian, “I think that went well, how about you?”

Marinette’s only answer was to release the plethora of giggles she had been holding back.

Damian turned to look back, “Father is most definitely going to ground you from patrol.”

Tim laughed as he sat back at his laptop, “He can sure try, but he only has control over Red Robin.”

Marinette looked up between her giggles, “I am not lending you Trixx again. I don’t think Gotham can handle that again so soon.”

“What about Wayzz?”

“If Drake gets Wayzz then I get Longg.”

Marinette shared a look with Tikki, “No promises. It is up to them if they want to go on patrol with you.”

“Fine.” Both brothers chorused out.

As the quiet radiated warmly around her she thought back to what Tim had said about a platonic love song and smiled. She may not have the romance for the stars, but she had this and that was definitely enough for now.

Taglist: @novemberandmay

Again, you can thank comments for this.

I apologize for Bruce and Alfred, I don't tend to write characters like them very often.

#maribat #platonic #platonic timari #platonic damianette #best friend

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dylanxmin · 3 years

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painkiller ∣ 5 ∣ j.hs

breakups are habitual, ordinary maybe even easy for some other people, and maybe it could be easy for you, too, if you haven’t been dumped by your boyfriend after finding out that you were pregnant. no, it wasn’t easy even a bit. and a stranger who wants to be your side doesn’t make this all easy for you, at all.

pairing; jung hoseok x reader

genre; angst, fluff, humor, pregnancy au, strangers to lovers au, single!mom au, slice of life au,,

warnings; little high on angst, swearings, mention of abortion, mention of adoption, mention of miscarriage, unedited(rlly sorry about this)

word count; 5k+

rating; nc17

a/n; heyyy, it’s been a month since i last update this story and i only blame my finals, my sudden lost of muse, and some side effects of my life but there it is, freshly served, angsty episode!! ion know how did this come out but im feeling positive for the next episode! so,,,, hope you all enjoy reading this part, and as always, i do really appreciate a little comment soooo... lol, love y’all ♡

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‘‘Yes, can we have a brief explanation about the story of our current project?’’

‘‘Miss Y/N?’’

‘‘Y/N?’’

Light, red and yellow mixes and crushes down when something hard nudges at your shoulder and brings you the reality. Shake of your body startles Namjoon, who was nudging your shoulder to wake you up. Pairs of eyes currently stares at you, wide, curious and surprised, too, as no one expects you to fall asleep in the middle of an important meeting. But, you did anyway. Surprising yourself with such an action, yet you lost control of your sleep schedule way before this meeting, so you weren’t that ashamed as the sleep still lingers around your head.

Blinking, blinking, blinking for a couple of times before your vision loses its blur, and the faces look way better to your own eyes. Shock still fresh on their faces, a weird sound rises by your throat as you try to clean it before talking. Namjoon holds his laugh back, but you can see it in the redness of his cheeks and the veins that struggle under his skin.

‘‘I-’’ you clear your throat, once again as it comes hoarse from sleeping. ‘‘I’m sorry, can you say it again?’’ Mr. Lee stares directly into your eyes, he opens his mouth but closes again. And you know you will try to drown yourself in the sink if the corner of his mouth hasn't curled up.

You sigh, before he asks again, and listens to your explanation. You try to keep it smooth, and once you start to talk about your work, all the sleep leaves your head, enthusiasm fills it place.

You love your work. Falling asleep doesn’t mean the opposite.

‘‘I swear to god if you won’t stop laughing, Kim-’’

‘‘But..- but you told the story of our new game, drool drying on your chin, with such an enthusiastic manner.’’ Namjoon’s giggles cut himself, palm hangs in the air, other on his knee. A manager who is in his thirties enjoys his coworkers suffer, laughs his lungs off. Such a mature man. You sigh, hand curled around the cup full of water for you to go to the bathroom after. Countless times.

Fingertips pinching the tip of your brows, you stand on the kitchen side of your office. Shame still red on your face, you barely able to hold yourself back from either crying or smashing the cup on your friend’s head. Which, you like the last option very much. It’s a shame that you possibly couldn’t do that here. Maybe later, on one of your movie nights.

‘‘I think it was cute, though.’’ the man in his much more formal clothes rather than his usual sweatpants and his shirt enters the kitchen side. Brown hair brushed neatly on the left side, his features look good. ‘‘Don’t pressure yourself anymore. I’m sure they are used to these things.’’

‘‘Thank you for helping my self-reliance to gather itself, but I don’t think it’s that simple, Damien.’’ imitating his smile, even though it’s more faint then he has, you sigh once again. Taking a spot on the table, you let your head fall on it. ‘‘I was literally drooling all over myself. Ugh… such a mess.’’

Another laugh escapes by Namjoon’s lips, but he pats your head also. ‘‘Damien is right. You know Jihoon and Yeona will be cool about this.’’

You scoff. ‘‘Yeah, but I don’t refer to them by their first names as they are the Ceo’s of this company. Like you,’’

‘‘Then you shouldn’t refer to me with my name, too, as I’m your boss.’’ an annoying smirk alive on his mouth, he swipes his body on the table. Gulping down his coffee, his stares never leaves you. Something hot, almost burning coils in your chest. Reminding you red, as you stare at him back. Mouth wrinkled, your breath felt heavy.

It was anger and you didn’t know how to pressure it back where it came from. Even before your pregnancy, you weren’t good with handling your emotions, but now. With so many hormones not knowing what to do, you were even worse. Sudden crying sessions, constant fury always ready to burst out, and the sneaky, dark anxiety getting you at the worst moment, where you were alone and in the dark. It was hard, and too much. Even before being pregnant, and while being pregnant. You weren’t good with them.

‘‘You know what, I decide not to cook for you anymore.’’ heartbreak flashes in Namjoon eyes, you crossed your arms over your chest. ‘‘You can buy your own chicken breast from somewhere and eat that shitty sauce.’’

‘‘Ouch..’’ Damien who is currently watching the cold vibrations coming from you, stays silent after your gaze lands on him. He is scared, and not ready to be the next target of your stinging tongue. Though, it doesn’t last that long.

Once you see the tremble of Namjoon’s lips, and his hug follows his sorry’s, your coldness melts away. Shame creeps back, sits heavy as you lower your head on the table. But before you can dive in your bad scenarios in your head, brutal yet familiar bickering starts when Nara enters the kitchen, after she takes her place on the table. Her nose crinkled with disgust while waiting for Namjoon to end his insults, only to throw another to him. Damien tries to cut them off, but it’s useless as he gives up and rests his back on his chair. Hesitant stares gather on you, only to tear them apart while you pretend like you didn’t notice.

Yet, you don’t want to suffocate yourself with your thoughts, you raise your head, eyes meeting with the brown haired man. Because you don’t and probably can’t break that cold war between your friend and Nara, you find your escape on Damien.

‘‘So, we have to prepare a meeting for you to put a suit on?’’ cocking your brow high, you ask. His surprise fades after a moment of waiting. Maybe because you aren’t the warmest person or because of the effect of your friends that filled your head with the idea of him having some feelings for you, you never attempt to talk with him first. Not that he isn’t a decent man, but more likely, you weren’t into him and did not want to make a wrong move. For him to get the wrong idea.

But maybe you are being stupid for believing your delusinal friends about his feelings, and he just wants to be friendly. Though, it’s good to not risk anything, right?

‘‘Suits just not my type, and also, who is wearing these other than him?’’ Damien points Namjoon, who is in a deep, hurtful conversation with your other coworker. You tear your eyes from him to land on Damien once again, his smiling this time. Wide, eyes imitating it. ‘‘Also, doesn’t it hurt your feet? You weren’t wearing heels for a long time.’’

After he mentions it, your feet start to pulse with pain. Embarrassment clouded all over your other senses, but his words bring them back. And you wrinkle your face in pain. Of course, it hurts. How it won’t hurt while your feet try to set themselves free by growing bigger inside of its cage and the process isn’t an easy one. Though, these whining are the last thing for your coworker to hear so you simply go with a soft smile.

‘‘Yeah, a bit but nothing I can’t handle.’’

‘‘Oh okay then. Good to hear.’’ he leans closer, eyes gleaming like a child in his pre-mischievous stage. ‘‘Just in case, I have a pair of nice sneakers waiting in my closet. All comfy and less deadly.’’

Mirroring the act, you also get close to him. Palm covering the side of your curled mouth, ‘‘I will consider it, but why are you acting like you were selling drugs?’’ whispering the half of your words, you cocked your head aside, watching his face wrinkle due to his growing smile. And seeing him from this side, you realise how good looking he is. Radiant smile adds more point to his charisma as he does, eyes narrow but curls cutely on the ends, and for a second you just stare at his side profile. His spotless skin dips on the cheek as his dimple wants to show off. Thankfully, when he starts to talk the silvery sheet goes away, to your luck.

‘‘Well, we won’t want other heel wearers to come at my desk for my fancy shoes, right?’’

Nodding, you point your finger at him as if he made a good point. ‘‘I see… Of course we wouldn’t want that, of course.’’

After the short break, everyone turned in their work the same as you. And you find yourself so tired after talking about the details of the story of your current game with Heejin. Trying to find reliable reasons and motives is hard for some time, as you continue to work on the specific character’s choices in the game, and why and exactly how they should do is sometimes irksome even when you have someone who tries really hard to help you. Yet, you know you can’t put all the weight on Heejin’s shoulders as the poor woman barely had some sleep because of the pre-cold effect.

When she sneezed for the fourth time in the last five minutes, you had to stop and be sure of her well being. Putting your palm on her clothed arm, you mimicked a smile to look sympathetic rather than annoyed. Even though you were a little bit. Thankfully, she doesn’t have to know that.

‘‘I know I asked this before but are you sure you are okay? Maybe you should take a rest for the rest of the day. Obviously, you need some.’’

She looks hesitant at first, eyes widens at your words but she covers it with a faint smile and nods. ‘‘Oh, I’m okay, I’m okay. You don’t have to worry about me.’’ Heejin bites down her lip before continuing again. ‘‘Did I annoy you? I’m sorry, I just took a pill, so I think that will make me better in a couple of minutes.’’

‘‘No, no…’’ pulling your hands in the air, you shake your head in denial. It did bother you but not much for her to apologize for being sick. ‘‘I just wanted to check on you, I’m not… disturbed. It’s okay.’’

Your half reassurance works barely, as she tries to lower the voice of her sneezes after that. And everytime, a drip adds to your growing guilt. As Heejin is younger than you for three years, and you have been working here longer than her, it puts some stairs between you two and now with that, you fix the ice between you two. The ice that you have been trying to melt from the first day she was here, and now, thanks to your pregnancy hormones, it started to build once again. Not just with Heejin, but everyone around you was walking on eggshells around you as your rage came out of nowhere, so sudden that sometimes it even shocks you. But for a stupid reason - well, it’s not stupid as you are pregnant and that played with your emotions -, you couldn’t control the sudden change of your feelings.

One second being calm and the other being tense did tire you for sure as senses flow through every nerve you have. Breathing exercises merely helped, and that led you to staying away from the people around you. As sometimes words come out rude before you can realise. And nobody deserves that kind of attitude, even the ones you know from your childhood.

For that reason, you turned down Taehyung’s offer to come with you as you know that owing to his nature, he will do something silly to make you angry or stressed even when he does it with all his good intentions. Some days, even when you are in your usual state you can’t stop being bothered by him, and you had no intentions to taste it today. Which, nothing was normal in your current mental state, so that’s for the best.

Driving past the now familiar streets, you learned a new thing: Driving with a jean without opening its button can be hard, as you have to undo the button while your stomach growls in need. While your stomach become visible, looking like you ate too much for your stomach to handle, sudden thirst for stupid cravings increased day by day. Sadly, it affected your friends as much as you.

In the middle of night, you woke Yoongi up for him to get you apples, pickles for Taehyung and last but not least, ice cream for Namjoon. As your cravings decide to choose the oddest times, three of them find the solution to fill your fridge until there is no space left. Well, after you sat on your kitchen floor and cried they had to eat some of them with you, as they basically called you fat by doing that, and paid for it. For them, they just wanted to make sure you get what you want but at this point, what they thought barely mattered.

‘‘Okay, that was tiring.’’ you whispered through your exhale, while parking the car. For the records, parking turned into a hell show for you as going further and back, further and back, further, further and back has your nerves strain like a string. Though, you never liked it anyway. You were ready to leave your car, but the ringtone of your phone cut the act.

‘‘Hey, mom.’’

‘‘Nope. Your voice sounds the same, rather than I thought so.’’ sighing, you brushed your face by your palm. Words like a needle on the skin, your mother always knew how to use them. ‘‘Well don’t ‘ahhh’ at me. As we barely speak, I obviously expect to forget your voice, tell me if I’m wrong.’’

Nodding as if she is able to see you through the phone, you put your head on the wheel. She was annoyed as it was very clear by her high and thin tone.

‘‘Yes, Ma’am.’’ your reply earned another high pitched warning from her so you had to calm her between your giggles. ‘‘Okay, okay… You’re right, Mama. I should call you more but you know work and everything keeps me busy. But I will try my best, promise.’’

‘‘Apology accepted. But even though I know you prefer to talk about work, and the video thing you adore talking about, I’m most likely interested in my baby’s baby. So, how’s the pregnancy going?’’

This is the exact reason why you didn’t call her more than you did. As she is very interested in your life and interior with it, of course pregnancy will be the same. And you couldn’t ignore the things you can as she will talk about them, will want to know about them and give some advice from her past experiences. Not that you will need any of them, but of course as you postponed everything, you did the same thing to this topic, too, and left your mother in the dark. You will run as far as you can.

‘‘They called games, not video thing but it’s your choice.’’ while thinking of it itched your tongue, you swallowed all the tensing thoughts down, and ready yourself to talk. ‘‘And the… pregnancy is going good if we don’t count the constant eating, peeing, crying, being tired twenty-four-seven, not fitting in my favorite clothes and all the pain it put me through.’’

She laughs as if you just told the funniest joke she heard. Cocking your brows, you run through what you said to make her laugh this much to fail.

‘‘Ohhh, my baby. Stop talking about this as the things are all bad. You have a baby in your belly, your baby. They will become your everything, and mostly good things because you will love them more than anything you can. Believe me, I could die in return for your laugh. A bubbly, vivid laugh. Ahh… remembering it made me soft, right now.’’

‘‘Trying to be unbiased about gender, I see?’’

‘‘Well, I don’t want to affect the baby.’’

Though you want so bad to ask how that could actually affect the baby, you stay silent. All the baby talk is already pulling you down, it is better if you can stay out of the gender topic as much as you can. Not that it mattered, you thought.

‘‘What do you mean? Why it wouldn’t matter darling?’’

Huh?

Clearly, you weren’t thinking, but murmuring under your breath as your mom heard it. When you hit your head on the wheel, the horn startles you both. Fixing your posture, you answered your mother’s hurried question.

‘‘It was horn, I’m in the car. Yes, yes I’m okay, don’t worry. I’m at the hospital- No, no- Mom, for the appointment. Yes… yes, for the baby. I will talk to you later, okay? I will call, I promise- Yes, I promise. Okay, love you, too.’’

You sigh once again. A loud one.

You do hate lying to the woman who would do anything you want, but you know she is not ready to lose her grandchild, yet. You are not ready for the speech you will receive, also. Not that it will be harsh or critical, you just are not ready to accept the whole thing. Yes, you still had problems with the whole pregnancy thing even though you made your mind with adoption. You still had thirty weeks to go, and that won’t go fast. Not in a normal time, or in the pregnancy.

Head full of blurring thoughts, you missed the man who shakes his hand from afar. The black haired man’s smile faded as you passed by his side without sparing a glance. Too busy with thinking how to calm your mother after you give her the news. The news that she won’t have a grandchild anytime soon. Fuck… that’s gonna be hard.

Well, maybe not hard as much as the door you decide to welcome it with your face rather than opening. A loud thud, and muffled curse under your breath, instinctively you checked your nose if there is more than the pain you feel, as there is no blood you calm down, shoulders drop their usual place. Apparently, you were conscious enough to lead yourself to the floor where your doctor’s office, past the stairs, and find his door but when it comes to open the door you fail. Tears sit on your eyelids at once as you close them due to the pain that crushes your sight. Trying to massage your nose bridge barely helps but giving it a try won’t hurt, you think.

‘‘Oh my, are you okay?’’ from your closed and blurred eyesight, you can’t choose who is the one talking but his voice lets you know that he is your doctor, Seokjin. ‘‘I heard a loud thug but couldn’t understand it was a human until you groaned. Are you okay, you bumped your nose? Let me get a look at that.’’

Not forgetting to thank him while he guides you inside his office, now you are able to open your eyes and set the tears free as they go down. Seokjin sits you on the white sheeted chair, handles your head to go right and left as he scans your face and nose behind creased eyes. He looks really concerned, more than you, and somehow it puts you on a stage where you feel like you have to make him sure that you were okay and nothing was wrong. It still feels weird when someone gets concerned over you more than yourself, as who would care for someone more than one’s self so it’s still vague.

‘‘I-I’m actually okay. I didn’t hit that hard as it sounds, it doesn’t even bleed so…’’ wry smile is all you offer him as your voice trails down when his eyes meet with yours, a bit keen rather than you thought they will.

Seokjin sighs with a line between his brows but he lets go, and when he puts a decent distance between you and himself, professionalism settles in his features as he adjusts his tie.

‘‘It does look okay, but make sure you put some ice when you can as it could leave a bruise behind.’’ he smiles, both sweet and very technically. As he practiced it for every client he had and now performing it without any difficulties. It looks natural. ‘‘So, tell me how are you feeling? You should still have the early pregnancy symptoms such as morning sickness, sleep issues, and more likely they will hang around for a few more weeks. But it’s more important if you have a symptom that comes unnatural or unbearably painful for you?’’

After taking two deep breaths, you feel ready to give him a reply. Nose still throbs by the hit but it’s faint now.

‘‘Uhm…- yeah, other than the ‘expected’ symptoms, I don’t feel like something is wrong, or not supposed to happen. No more painful urination, though I still need it frequently.’’ you grimace lightly as you share, shifting a bit. ‘‘But yeah, I’m okay.’’ you try to wipe the fresh embarrassment with the non glowing smile you had in your storage. Probably he should but you still don’t know if he needs to know that you choose adoption. As he is your doctor, and the one who is taking care of you and the baby, you know that he must know about it, but unpleasant eerie stops you from doing what you should.

Old habits die hard, that’s for sure.

‘‘Excellent. It’s good to hear that everything is going on it’s way, and today, as now you are in the tenth week of your pregnancy, I’m recommending you a genetic test in case there is any birth defect.’’

‘‘What is that?’’ even though Seokjin was done with talking, you utter so fast that it feels like you interrupted him, as you shut your mouth with wrinkled brows. It was just getting tiring day by day with all of these tests, things to do and not to do, being extra careful because you have another living creature in you to take care, more than yourself. No more selfish, damaging, stupid choices can be done as your body no longer belonged to you. At least not only to you and this was really, really tiresome.

As he was expecting this, Seokjin comes up with some papers as you can understand them. ‘‘As I said before, it’s a test to acknowledge any kind of defect in the baby. These tests take two forms: screening tests and diagnostic tests. And a screening test tells you the likelihood that your baby could have a birth defect; a diagnostic test tells you with more than ninety nine percent certainty whether the baby has the disorder.’’ He explains more as you take the papers from him, scanning the words but they are almost identical as Seokjin continues with his further explanation. The blank eerie gets heavier and heavier the further he talks, and when he comes to the risks, it feels like your pulse palpitates on your throat. Tearing your eyes from the papers that sit on your lap, you stare at the man who is still talking.

‘‘There is small risk of miscarriage, that’s why you need to carefully consider tha advantages and the disadvantages of these test before you make any decision, even it’s small.’’

A slap to the face, a weight falls on your stomach after Seokjin is done with his statement. Mouth hangs open, you stay still, silent as the Doctor waits patiently, now he is behind his desk, sitting his hands intertwined. As if he knows the new information would put a heavy dullness in you as he searches your every movement, yet you gave him hardly any.

‘‘Do I… have to?’’

The idea of taking these tests would be tiring is there but the cause of your nausea is not just that. More likely, it’s the idea of losing something. Even though that something doesn’t belong to you because you never wanted it, and nothing has changed since then. Whether it's the guilt of knowing everything caused because of your recklessness, or it’s because you feel obligated to give the baby a good life due to your current maternal instincts - you hardly say you had one -, whether it’s beside you or far away from you, you feel the suffocating necessity. Even if the risk has one percent chance, you can’t take it. Maybe it’s odd to push your one percent chance to become free with the back of a hand, but that would be running away, and both of you already had one runner in your lives, and the baby wouldn’t need another.

‘‘I know it sounds scary but you can take your time, you don’t have to do it now. You can search it a bit more about the cons and pros but I never had any problems with my former clients if you need any consolation. And you can always ask for me more.’’

Chewing your bottom lip, you still look at him in the eye like you need to give him an answer. You do trust your doctor but that doesn’t mean that you purposely rejected the idea of getting abortion while you deal with an unwanted pregnancy only to come across with a risk of miscarriage. Of course it is always there whether you do the test or not, but that's nearly a consolation.

Nodding, you put all the papers in your bag before leaving the doctor’s office. Biding your goodbyes after ending with this week control.

You come to the hospital with a dazed head, and you were going to leave it even more wrecked. But you just needed some air, somewhere to ease the wave of emotions that is going through your head. To catch your breath, you adjust your route to the cafeteria in the outdoors. Maybe, that could help you somehow.

Not temporarily, but taking fresh air in your lungs somehow helped you. The phone call you had with Taehyung while you were at the verge of tears, too, and you sit in the cafeteria during all of these. Mimicking the doctor's words to your friend and Taehyung had listened to you, hang on your every word as much as he can on the other side of the line. Tried to console you, said that things will be alright and nothing bad will happen as if he was as sure as his name. And momentarily, you believed him. Both because you needed it, and he was being a good friend and you didn’t want him to feel useless.

For good or ill, now, your heart is resting in ease.

Well at least it was until you see a glimpse of dark uniform in the corner of the wall, and then a familiar face you haven’t seen in a while. A smile that softly shaped as heart, causing your heart to palpitate fast but in a much different way than the news you learned today, or the idea of your mother's future disappointment. It’s more thrilling and in a way even scarier than the other two options. As the opposite of how familiar the face is, the reason for your heart going this insane was abrupt. Even odd when you think the very less time you spent with the owner of the familiar face, yet it was there, forcing you to gulp down, consume every emotion he forced you to feel.

Contrary to what you expect - and you didn’t know why you were expecting him to be happy after seeing you - his face falls, the shape of heart shutters around his mouth. And to your shock, it put needles somewhere near to your chest.

The last time you saw him, the atmosphere was intense as you shared things that normally you wouldn’t do with a partially stranger but with him even though feelings were gloomy, you weren’t uneasy. And to you, when he was consoling you, internalizing what you were telling him, he wasn’t disturbed. At least he didn't look like that. But, the more you size him up, the more you get sure of his strange disturbance. And it did burn. Smoke choked you down, and put tears on your eyes. Fucking pregnancy hormones…

Not aware of your action, you caught your hand in the air, in the middle of a shake as Hoseok greeted you by the tiny bow of his head. And expecting more cutted harsly, as a knife in the gut.

Whether it’s because of your blind act, or whether he feels obligated, Hoseok comes closer to the table you were sitting, leaving the person behind he was talking to before he saw you. With every step, you breathe another air to gather your confidence a bit high, but it’s useless as your hands start to tremble under the table, fortunately away from his sight.

‘‘H-hi,’’ no matter how much Hoseok tries to sound friendly, it’s not, and you can hear in his voice as it comes out broken. His eyes are still deep and candid but not glowing the way it fascinated you when you first saw him. Still, you greeted him with a tight smile, wave of your hand small.

‘‘Take a seat-’’ pointing the available chair, you cut yourself to say something else. To correct your words. ‘‘I mean if you want… of course,’’

To your surprise, he holds the chair to adjust for him to sit on. But everything feels so forced and awkward that you can’t stop wondering if you said something to him and cause him to feel uncomfortable around you. Your brain works so hard to scan the memories of that day, but you fail to find something so disturbing to make Hoseok shift in his seat, a line between his brows and a noticeably insincere smile.

It takes minutes for someone to talk first and scare the clouds away only for a moment.

‘‘Are you waiting for your appointment or has it already finished?’’

‘‘Ah, yeah, it’s done. I just needed to take a moment and fresh air because…’’ your voice eventually trailed off as you realised he just asked to look friendly and probably doesn’t want to hear your whelming emotions anymore. ‘‘of stuffs, you know.’’

Hoseok nods, his mouth thin as a line, and even though it shouldn’t, it breaks your heart. Yes, this man owes you nothing, and of course he doesn’t have to sit there and listen to how sorry and depressed you feel over the things doctor Seokjin have told you, but it still hurts to see him this… joyless. The curiosity burns deep and wild as you desperately want to know what the hell you did to make him this anxious, but your mind barely helps as you wander in the empty field.

‘‘I should probably get going-’’

‘‘It’s been a while-’’

Words clashing and drowning one another, silence takes over and Hoseok abruptly stops above his chair as he was about to leave before you parted him. And now he looks at you with wide eyes, fear in his chest growing big as your bottom lip trembles for only a second but he catches it.

He sits back on his seat with hands on the air. ‘‘Oh, yeah, it’s been a while since we last saw each other.’’ he says but you know it’s out of pity, and you would rather die than crumbling under his gaze. So you shake your head with a false smile, though hammers work in your chest.

‘‘Ah, don’t mind me. Go ahead, you are probably busy and have so much to do. So, you can leave, seriously.’’

‘‘No-, no, no, Y/N. I’m sorry, I want to stay and talk to you, really. I really am sorry for acting rude.’’

Maybe because the look on his face, or the warm tone of his voice, you decide not to pressure him to leave after you ask if he really wants it for a second time. But he nods and smiles, and this time it reaches his eyes, a hot pink blossoms in you.

Though, before either of you can say anything, a touch at your back stops you. You hear the breathy voice before you turn your head. ‘‘Ahh, finally I found... you. Care to explain why you are-...not picking your phone?’’

And when you turn over, you see a panthing Yoongi. His hand on his knee and looks at you with concerned gaze. Then, they leave you only to land on the man on the other side of the table, and Yoongi’s eyes go wide.

He extends his hand in a non-moving shake to the air. ‘‘Oh, hi. Sorry to butt in.’’ he stretches his hand towards him, the ghost of a smile appears on his lips. ‘‘It’s Yoongi,’’

Voice deep, and it takes long to draw out when the man in dark uniform mirrors the act. ‘‘Hoseok.’’

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blobbyclouds · 4 years

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Hi, do you have any headcanons on the 6 main love interests (or 8 if including second term) experiencing jealously?

I decided to just do the main 6, hope that’s alright!

warnings: swearing

-Damien LaVey-

His aggressiveness makes him quick to jump to conclusions, but his laidback nature counterbalances it just enough to give you space

It’s not that he doesn’t trust you, it’s that he doesn’t trust other people to keep their hands off his amazing s/o

His tail starts flicking from side to side when he’s getting jealous, and his casual stare is steadily turning into a glare at the person you’re talking to

He gets snippy and moody and he won’t tell you why for awhile, just keeps his arms crossed. He gets better as your relationship goes on though, thank goodness

He’s clingy, and his kisses are a bit rougher and his hold is a bit tighter

He doesn’t mean to be over protective or anything, and tries to let you handle things in your own, but he really hates seeing people flirt with you

It’s kinda instinctual for him to step in

What can he say? Demons are simply very… territorial of what belongs to them

What’s his is his, no questions asked

When you’re spending a lot of time with someone he doesn’t completely trust, he’ll just happen to start bragging about himself around that person to make it clear they don’t have a chance

Whenever someone is getting too touchy or lovey dovey with you, he’ll come in to steal a quick kiss and sling an arm around you

It’d be cute if all of hell’s fury wasn’t burning in Damien’s eyes

The challenge in his eyes is impossible to miss, he’s clearly ready to fight if they don’t back off right away

And goodness forbid someone actually kiss you or ask you out, Damien will literally rip them away from you

Once they back off he nuzzles the top of your head and mutters, “Mine”

-Miranda Vanderbilt-

9/10 she’s oblivious to any flirting towards herself, let alone you

So it’s hard for her to get jealous in the first place when she can’t even pick up on flirting

She’s most likely to get jealous when you spend a lot of time with someone she thinks could be a threat

When she’s jealous she’s a bit more uptight and proper than usual, and especially snippy to the person making her jealous

Holds your hand a bit tighter, might even be bold enough to steal a kiss

Might have her serfs set up a distraction to get you away from that person

And she decides to give you an expensive “just cause” gift, like jewelry or a new phone

So when that person you’ve been hanging out with an awful lot asks where you got it, you’ll say, “Oh, it was a random gift from Miranda! Isn’t she such a sweetheart?”

And then they’ll glance at her while you admire your gift again, and she can give them a tiny little smirk

So yeah, she’s the pouty and petty jealous type

Casually mentions how she’s ya know, royalty, around that person to make their social standings very clear

And may, just accidentally, mention the number of guards and mercenaries she has at disposal

Just to make things extra clear for them :)

Best part is is that she does it all with a cute little smile :))))

So when she has your attention again she can flash that person an extra big victory smirk

-Liam De Lioncourt-

R o a s t s them, over and over and over again

You think you’ve seen Liam at peak witty comebacks and sharp sarcasm

Well you haven’t until you him jealous. When he’s jealous, there is no hope of thinking of comebacks against him

He tries to hide his jealousy because he’s not exactly proud of how often it hits him. He’s just a bit insecure, because he still can’t wrap his head around the idea that someone like you wants to date someone like him

So when someone starts trying to get romantic with you, he can’t help but get really defensive about it

He actually gets jealous quite often because of how insecure he is

The first time he notices someone being just a bit too sweet on you his whole body tenses and he can’t focus on anything but you

He’ll tell himself and you it’s nothing, but it’s a nagging worry

He’ll be more clingy and touchy, maybe a little distracted because he can’t get rid of the worry that he might not be the best match for you anymore

Later on when you and a bunch of friends are at a party together, that person is now shamelessly flirting with you and Liam’s lowkey pissed

His arms are crossed, his ears are twitching and tilted down, his fangs are accidentally a bit more visible than usual

Then that person makes a snarky comment towards Liam and they’re doomed. He’s always been an analytical person, so he’s hitting every weak point he can

By the time he’s finished, that person is thoroughly backing off, Polly is stunned into literal silence shocking, I know, Vera has a look of genuine surprise, and Damien is applauding and giving Liam a thumbs up

After that Liam is embarrassed for causing a scene and drags you out of the party

Soft cuddles follow where Liam just buries his head in your chest and apologizes for making a big deal out of it, but you smile, say it was actually cute, and pepper his face in kisses until he’s a blushing tomato

-Vera Oberlin-

She doesn’t get jealous often since she’s confident in you, her social power, and your relationship

She knows you wouldn’t go after anyone else and that most people fear her enough to back off her s/o

She’s both amused and irritated when random people flirt with you. Like, “You actually thought your lame pick up lines would work on them?”

It’s so pathetic it’s funny

When she does get jealous, it’s usually for a good reason and it isn’t pretty

She’ll saunter over to the person who’s been hanging out with you all night, showering you with too sweet compliments and being just a bit too touchy for their intentions to be completely platonic

She puts an arm around your shoulder and asks you to introduce her to your little friend, her voice and glare implying her immediate dislike

Lowkey just toys with them? Because she’s more annoyed than actually threatened?

Her mindset is basically: “Honey, do you actually think you can compete with me? Actually? I can shower my darling in whatever gifts they want, book them dinner with their favorite celebrities on a regular basis, and have 10x more elegance and class than you’ll ever have”

Casually roasts them to hell and back

All while being her suave and sweet self to you

She’s won’t go out of her way to hide her jealousy, she doesn’t see the point really

“You’re hanging out with them… again? Love, do you really have to? I’m not sure how to feel about them…”

That said, she’d never stop you from hanging out with anyone. She respects you, and she’ll give you polite space

Of course while also making sure that the person doesn’t forget that she’s your girlfriend

-Scott Howl-

Okay, you have to seriously overstep some boundaries to make this good boy jealous

He’s oblivious and tends to think the best of everyone, to the point he thinks that everyone being nice to you is literally just being nice to you

He can’t really tell when someone has ulterior motives

Usually he has to see that you’re visibly uncomfortable or someone has to tell him that someone is quite obviously flirting with you

Then he’ll do something

Werewolves are territorial (especially of their mates) so someone flirting with their partner is not taken lightly

In fact, if Scott weren’t around when someone was flirting with you, another member of the pack might step in to help you

Scott will step in and try to be polite at first, just wrapping an arm around your shoulder to make it clear you’re taken

When you go to parties he might casually offer you his jacket to wear so that it’s extra clear you’re taken

If the person doesn’t take the hint he’ll drop a few more hints like kissing the top of your head. He might even straight up remove you from the situation if you’re uncomfortable or if he just really doesn’t like the way the person is talking to you

Always apologizes for being jealous, he feels bad about it :(

He feels lots better when you hug him and tell him he has nothing to worry about

-Polly Ghiest-

Actually… adorable when she’s jealous? Straight up cute???

She gets this little pout and her eyes narrow when she sees someone leaning just a bit too close to you for comfort

“Is that weirdo... flirting with them?”

Amira looks and shakes her head. “Looks like it.”

“Hold my beer.”

She’s get all affectionate and lovey when she’s jealous, like wrapping you up in a big random hug, stealing a few kisses, casually mentioning how much she loves you

Right in front of the person who was flirting with you

And then she’ll turn to them with a little smile all like, “Sorry, didn’t see you there” :)

She’s always proud to be your girlfriend, and at parties when she gets a little too tipsy (basically every party) she’ll end up yelling about how much she loves her incredible, wonderful, best in the world, s/o

You’re blushing like an idiot but it’s sweet

It also makes it very clear to anyone with decent hearing that you’re taken

So anyone trying to make a move on you must be doing so with the full knowledge that you have a girlfriend, which makes things more awkward

Because trying to say “I have a girlfriend” isn’t going to deter them much when they already know

Luckily, Polly will be there to swoop in and bring you to the dance floor or snack bar with her arm wrapped tight around your shoulders

If she must, she will rally her closest friends (Vera, Damien, Amira) to provide a distraction for you two to slip away from someone who is just being relentless ahem, Interdimensional Prince, ahem

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passionate-hedgehog · 4 years

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Hooked (Damien Haas x Reader)

Damien and his producer girlfriend just wanted to update their fans on a SMOSHcast after he posted a picture to his instagram account indirectly outing them as a couple. So, why are Sarah and Shayne singled out at the end?

Damien Haas x OC

5020 words

ITALICS are flashbacks

AN: I wrote this in 5 hours so if it sucks, it’s because I rushed. I tried really hard not to delve into SMOSH fanfiction but fuck me, I’m here. and I hate it. I had to pee the entire time. I have zero clue how VIDCON or any fan convention works. It is what it is. Mythical are assholes kinda in this.

AN2: Find my first Ian Hecox fic here.

AN3: I’ve rewritten it to be a Damien x Reader

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“Welcome to another SMOSHcast. I am Ian Hecox from SMOSH.” The host of the podcast looked into the camera put off to the side to record video. “We have a few guests today. Right next to me is producer Sarah Whittle…”

“Isss meee!” The producer proclaimed in her cute tone. “I’m Sarah Whittle from SMOSH.”

The host continued, “And next to her is Shayne Topp, actor extraordinaire.”

“Heeeeyyyy. I’m Shayne.” The actor whispered weirdly into the mic.

As the group at the table giggled and/or rolled their eyes, Ian did the next introduction. “And then we have our video game professionalist: Damien Haas.”

“Aw, that’s sweet, man. Thank you.” Damien replied to the host and then looked into the camera. “Yes, I am Damian Haas, an actor from SMOSH. Disclaimer: we ALL play video games. Don’t let them fool you, listeners.”

“Mmmm...not quite.” The final guest commented from the left side of Damian. “Unless you count merge games on the phone. Not that you haven’t tried to hook me into them.”

“Oh, yeah.” Shayne piped in. “Y/n, you’re not a fan of video games.”

Damien and Y/n were sitting on his couch with controllers in their hands and cats by their legs. Damien was working on loading Smash Bros onto the tv while Y/n scratched behind Zelda’s ears.

“I know our thing is you watching me play, but I think you might really like this one. I promise.” Damien tapped at his buttons to work through the settings.

“When I gave you that business card back at VIDCON that said ‘I’d love to watch you play games sometime,’ I meant it. YOU play. YOU.” She pouted.

He shrugged as if it was out of his hands. “It’s already been decided.”

“Do we gotta, though? Like, I’m totally content watching you play and using my hands for more important things...like loving on the felines. So important.

”“Super important.” Damien nodded in agreement.

“Super important.” Y/n repeated, feeling as if she won.

“Too bad.” Damien looked back at the screen. “What character do you want to play as?”

Y/n groaned in despair and threw her body backward against the cushions. “Fuck me.”

Damien looked at her with raised eyebrows. “What’s up?”

The look on Y/n’s face told him not to push it.

Damien turned his head to the new producer. “You just can’t be hooked.”

Ian chuckled. “Well, I think we’ve proved that you can, as a matter of fact, be hooked.”

She looked at the host with a playful glare. “You really ready for this conversation?”

It was Y/n’s first VidCon and, honestly, still her first month at Mythical. Her job was to engage the attendees that walked past the Mythical booth in conversation. She was meant to talk about things pertaining to the people and things in the videos. She was still fresh at her production assistant role and didn’t know much about Mythical’s behind the scenes things quite yet. She’d had a few people stop by, and she was able to amp up the hype for the projects she knew were coming up. That was a thing she could do, and she did it well. She loved Mythical so far.

When a small group of people around her age started walking towards her booth while laughing and what looked to be recording, she started to feel a little shy. She was an extrovert, which helped with what she was supposed to be doing. But there hasn’t been an actual group of people to approach her. The closer they got, the more nervous she got. She ended up deciding to take the L and make herself look busy in hopes that they’d just keep walking. It worked in the end, but she felt bad about purposefully not doing her job. She promised herself she wouldn’t let herself do that again and made sure to engage with anyone she could while at her station.

When it was Mythical’s turn at the panel, she stood off to the side and took pictures of her bosses and co-workers. She filmed a little for future needs and made sure to enjoy her time overall. She also made sure to listen to what Rhett and Link talked about and store it away for later and made mental notes on things she had questions about.

It was when she was going through some of her pictures during the fan Q&A that she noticed someone was watching her. She had glanced up for a second while being in thought when they locked eyes. She squinted while trying to figure out who he was really looking at because there was no way he was looking at her. She wasn’t even a producer that the fans knew. It took a minute, but he eventually looked away, while looking like he was caught with his hands in the cookie jar.

The next day, she was able to explore a little bit more. One of the OG producers took over the booth, and she decided to go and see what else was out there. She ended up stumbling upon interactive video gaming booths. She wasn’t a fan of video games, but she always liked watching people play them. Those that really enjoyed video games would be the most entertaining. It always pulled her in.

She scanned the games that were being played and caught sight of the group of people from yesterday. Feelings of guilt from not doing her job hit her, and she gnawed at her lip. She knew she had to start going easier on herself, but there was still a fear that the company would one day realize she was some incompetent girl from the midwest that didn’t belong in California or the industry.

“Hey, are you okay?” A voice spoke from in front of her.

She looked up and noticed the guy from the day before looking at her with scrunched eyebrows. “Huh?”

“You looked like you were trying to give yourself snakebite piercings with your teeth, and your foot was tapping faster than Thumper. Do you need anything? Or is there someone I can get for you?” He looked around the area.

She shook her thoughts from her head. “No, thank you. I’m fine. I didn’t realize I was that lost in thought.”

“Do you...do you work for Mythical? I saw you yesterday taking pictures of the panel, and I noticed you were at the booth. So yes...you do work for Mythical. That was a dumb question, never mind.” The guy scratched his face awkwardly.

Y/n assessed the situation. Was this guy a fan of Mythical? Like one of THOSE fans that she needed to be concerned about? Or was he just trying to make conversation? Y/n was at a disadvantage. She was alone at VIDCON (and California altogether, but that's for a different day), and she wasn’t quite sure what to do.

“Hey, Damien! I thought you were going to play the Halo campaign?” A blonde guy came up to the two. There were a few others with him; Y/n recognized them as the group from earlier.

The guy, Damien?, looked to the group as if forgetting that they were there. “Oh. Yeah. That slipped my mind entirely. Guys, this is...uh…”

“Y/n. My name is Y/n.” She smiled her work-place smile—the polite one she saved for when she didn’t know what else to do.

“She works for Mythical. Isn’t that cool?” Damien smiled as if he really thought taking pictures of the panel at VIDCON was the biggest dream job anyone could ever have.

“I think you’re way too excited about what I do for my job.” She laughed in response.

“It’s probably because he relates to it a little. We work for SMOSH.” The blonde friend supplied.

Y/n tried really hard not to let her face control the conversation. “Forgive me, but I don’t know what that actually is. And by the looks on your faces, I feel like maybe I should….”

“Oh, it’s ok!” Damien interjected. “If you haven’t gone to a panel yet, ours is later tonight. You should come by and check it out. Our channel has a few different things.”

One of the other group members stepped in. “Yeah, there's sketch comedy, video games, things like that. You’re at the video games booths, so I’ll assume you like video games?”

That made her chuckle. “I actually don’t really like video games. I was just wandering around because I got a break from the Mythical booth.”

When she looked at the group again, she noticed they were all staring at Damien with raised eyebrows.

“Oh. Right…” He said while looking shocked. “Well... as Noah said...there’s sketch comedy?”

“Well, who doesn’t like to laugh??” Y/n shrugged. “I’ll try to make it to the panel! Thanks for introducing me to something. I have to actually make it back to my booth to help with cleaning up. But I’ll be waiting for the panel!”

On the last day of VIDCON, Y/n was exhausted. She was just thoroughly exhausted. When she went to get herself a snack from the food service area to refuel for breaking down the booth, Damien was there as well. His group wasn’t with him, which made it easier for her to approach him.

“Damien?” She called when she was a few feet behind him. He turned around and held a pleasantly surprised expression. “Hey, I ended up missing your panel, but I hoped it went really well.”

“That’s ok. It means a lot that you found me and told me that. Thank you for the consideration.” The look in his eyes was earnest. He really meant what he said. “How was your first VIDCON?”

“I wasn’t really sure what to expect, to be honest. I don’t know a lot about any of this. I’m completely new to the industry. But I’m excited to see where it takes me. I hope to see VIDCON next year. Maybe you’ll be here too?” She licked her lips, wondering if that was a little too forward.

“I hope so, too. I’d really enjoy that.” He gave a smile that melted Y/n’s insides.

“Oh! I have a thing for you!” The PA reached into her sweater pocket and pulled out a small card. “It’s the industry, and one of the rules is to exchange business cards, right? Here’s mine.”

He looked at the white cardstock in his hands, noting that something was scrawled onto the back of it. “I gotta say. You’re super prepared for someone new to this. I don’t even have one. But thank you. I gotta get back to my group so we can head back to Sacramento. It was nice to meet you, Y/n.”

Y/n watched him reach a hand out to her, and she took it to shake. “It was nice to meet you, too, Damien.”

The host sighed. “And our final guest, today, is SMOSH producer: Y/f/n Y/l/n. This is her first cast, and we’re very excited to have her on.”

“Aw, thanks, Ian. I almost forgive you.” She said with a glint in her eyes. “Yes, I am Y/n. I’m a new producer for SMOSH. I currently work under Sarah until I can get my feet more settled on the ground here.”

Shayne chimed in. “Have you noticed a difference yet? Between here and Mythical?”

The producer looked to be in thought before she replied. “Hm. The obvious difference is the job title. I was just a PA there, but I did a lot of producer side work because there were opportunities. I didn’t ever actually produce, but I still did a lot. I’m not complaining; I loved it. Obviously, or I wouldn’t have stayed as long as I did. But because I am currently working under someone, it’s mostly the same.”

The host closed his water bottle after taking a swig from it. “Are you excited to start as a producer on your own soon?”

“Uh, oh! Trick question!” Shayne called in his Aunt Carolyn voice before going back to normal. “You gotta say yes. Or you get fired.”

“Listen, bruh. I’ll take you. Don’t think I won’t.”

“Well, that’s not fair. Fighting you is like fighting three people right now. I’d have absolutely no hope!” The actor threw his hands into the air.

“OOOH nice segue, Shayne! It goes right into today’s first topic.” Ian looked into the camera. “We’ve always considered SMOSH as a...a family. We’ve had good times and some really awful bad times together. There are a few different kinds of out-of-the-workplace relationships amongst all of us.”

“Yeah, like Y/n has become my complete best friend. I mean, it started while she worked at Mythical, but it hasn’t changed since she moved over here. And right now, especially right now, we’ve grown even closer.” Sarah cut in while motioning to the new producer.

Y/n excitedly jumped in. “Yeah, I’m super thankful for Sarah just existing in the first place. I don’t have any family here in California, as you guys here at the table know. So, during everything that’s been happening, it’s been really...uplifting to have her support through it all. I couldn’t imagine the past year and a half without her.”

Sarah’s sweet smile held as she reached her hand out across the table and Y/n grabbed it to hold for a second. The men around the table let out a chorus of “aw’s.”

“Yeah, Damien, are you being replaced?” Ian asked. Jokingly.

The actor chuckled. “Listen, if Sarah wants to replace me, that’s fine. She’s got more cats. I completely understand.”

“That’s true.” Y/n looked into space. “She has quite a few more cats than you. But Freya and Zelda have become my children. I could never leave them behind. I’d have to take them with me!”

Damien looked at her for a second before he gave a simple “no.”

“I tried. Sorry, Sarah.”

The older producer giggled and shrugged. “That’s okay. I don’t know how many more cats Claudio will be okay with me having.”

“You just see Claudio coming home one day to an apartment full of six cats, and he’s super confused. ‘Sarah Whittle???? Do you even live here anymore? Sarah?’” Shayne laughed after giving a very bad mimic of Claudio’s accent.

“And then there’s just one giant cat because I’ve become one myself. ”

“But it’s like a cat from the movie ‘CATS,’ so it’s super terrifying.” Damien chuckled his way through his addition to the joke.

“Oh, my God. No. My poor husband. I couldn’t. OKAY, no more cats. I give I give! Damien, you can keep your girlfriend.” Sarah laughed.

There was a quick hush that spread across the studio. Ian raised his eyebrows and nodded. That just made his job so much easier.

“So, back to today’s topic…Some of our guests have an announcement to make.”

“It’s not really an announcement, though, Ian.” Damian began but stopped when the girl to his left gently put her hand on his arm.

“It kinda is. The photo from earlier wasn’t like...an official announcement. The caption you gave was a little vague. I also don’t know why I’m even arguing. My bad, babe.”

Damien turned toward her as best as he could with the surrounding equipment and table. “No, don’t worry about it. You’re right. This morning’s photo wasn’t an official statement.”

If there was one aspect of being in Y/n’s current life situation that she detested the most, it was the constant migraines. Without fail, she would develop a headache when she first woke up.

Damien learned to be prepared for the morning routine. In the first few months of their new lifestyle, he had grown to realize that mornings weren’t going to be the easiest. He would be the first to wake up, take his shower, and start the coffee and tea. Y/n had been a heavy coffee drinker until recently.

After the actor got his morning routine out of the way, he went to wake up his girlfriend. It wasn’t that she wasn’t a morning person...but that she had difficult mornings. As he walked into their shared bedroom, he noticed she was sleeping peacefully for the first time in a while. Without wanting to miss out on the opportunity to express how happy he was at seeing his partner in a relaxed state, he pulled out his phone and snapped a pic. He opened Instagram to edit the picture, adding a grayscale filter. The caption was kept short, simple, and mildly vague; they did have a SMOSHcast announcement to make later that day, after all. After making sure that the blankets covered her body, he posted the picture for all of his followers to see. He proceeded to put his phone back into his pocket and get on with the rest of the usual morning routine.

Y/n pouted. “You’re so good to me.”

Damien gave a gentle smile and tapped her bottom lip so she’d stop. “It’s because you deserve the world.”

“I remember now why I made that rule about you two showing affection in the office. Y’all are gross.” The host shivered.

“You don’t have to lie, Ian. We know you dig it,” Shayne interceded.

“Yeah, when I first started a few months ago, I really believed my job would have been in jeopardy had Damien and I been caught in anything other than a respective distance apart from each other as co-workers. But, now that I’ve been here for a minute, I can tell how much you like to see your kids happy.” Y/n winked at her boss.

The president of SMOSH nodded in agreement. “The rules were for you two, honestly. I knew that you wanted to keep things private, so I was just trying to create a safe work environment for you. I’d never, well...at least now that I’m in charge of it all… I’d never ask you guys to do anything you weren’t comfortable with. When we agreed that you’d be coming over to SMOSH, Y/n, I knew that your privacy as a person and a couple would be at the top of your concerns. It wasn’t necessarily your choice to be a part of SMOSH, and I’ll never stop apologizing for that, but I want your experience here to be worth it. You’re worth it just by existing.”

“God, Ian. You know I cry easier these days, man. Don’t do this to me. Don’t be that ho. Fuck.” The girl was wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her SMOSH merch hoodie. “It’s fine. I didn’t actually put makeup on today. It’s cool. Whatever.”

“But I mean it. You were thrown to us when we needed it the most, and I’m, and the rest of us, are extremely grateful for you.”

There was a jovial nature to the lounge that everyone was in. The SMOSH cast hung out in between sketch takes and were gathered for an impromptu meeting that Ian had called earlier that day. No one thought anything of it when Y/n walked in and made herself comfy next to Damien on the couch. Shayne was originally next to him, but he automatically got up and sat on the arm instead.

“How’s today been so far?” The Mythical PA asked as she settled in.

“Not bad. We knocked out a few sketches. We have some Pit stuff to record after this meeting.” Her boyfriend’s best friend responded.

“OH Y/n!” She heard Courtney cry from across the room. “Them boots! They’re so cute!”

“Thank you, Courtney! I found them on a resale Facebook shop. I’m not mad at them.”

Everyone in the room fell into their own conversations about this and that. Y/n took the time to look around and really take in the SMOSH members surrounding her. A year ago, she didn’t know ANYTHING about SMOSH, but she was happy for the relationships she built and the opportunities that being affiliated with the channel gave her. When SMOSH was bought by MYTHICAL, she found herself wandering over to SMOSH once or twice and did some side work. They’d borrow her occasionally, and she loved it.

Ian had walked into the room during her reverie and was attempting to draw everyone’s attention. Y/n missed the first part of what he was saying but eventually caught on.

“So, because we’re down a producer, we’ve been able to pick up a new one full-time. I think we’re all pretty excited that Y/f/n Y/l/n is officially joining our team as a SMOSH producer.” Ian kept going, but Y/n tuned him out to work through what he just said.

“Wh...what?” She asked, completely confused. “What did you just say?”

“You moved to SMOSH?” She heard Jackie ask from her right.

“Babe?” Damien looked down at her with scrunched eyebrows. “I didn’t know you were leaving Mythical.”

“I...I didn’t either.” The girl started floundering. “I...what? When did I move here? What do you mean I work here now? I don’t...What? I love Mythical...I would never leave.”

The president of SMOSH sighed and rubbed his forehead. “Well, fuck. This is not what was supposed to happen. I was given the green light from Mythical to make an official announcement. I would not have had this meeting if I, at any point, didn’t think you would know…”

“So...just like that...I work here now?” The girl was close to tears.

The room was quiet.

“Right. Right...I uh…” she got up and wiped her hands on her jeans. “I guess I have an office that I gotta cleanout on the other side of the building. If you’ll all excuse me…”

No one said anything as she left. Everyone looked at Damien, who then looked at Ian. Ian sighed heavily and walked out of the lounge.

Y/n was in the office she used to occupy putting things in boxes and trying hard not to cry. She loved working at Mythical. There hadn’t seemed to be any problems that she could see, but maybe she was so blinded by all of the good things in her life that she missed something.

“Do you want some help?” Damien stood in the doorway, wearing a sad smile.

That’s when she lost all composure. He must have caught the second she was about to start sobbing because he was right next to her chair, holding her as she kept sitting. He whispered words of love and encouragement as she cried.

“I don’t understand! I thought I was doing so well. I love it here! I got so much out of being here. What did I do?!”

Damien was crouched next to her at this point, wiping her tears. “Did you talk to them?”

“For like a minute. They said that I’d see more opportunities at SMOSH. They said that they could see me becoming something better over there. But they didn’t tell me that before they talked to Ian? I’m the one that essentially got fired! How can they just make these decisions for me?! I’m not…” She stopped.

“You’re not what, Baby?” He had his hands cupping her cheeks.

“I’m...I’m not ready...I don’t want to be a producer yet. I’m not ready to leave the nest yet. I don’t want it to change.”

Damien nodded in understanding. “That’s what’s really upsetting you, isn’t it? You don’t feel you’re ready to make this career change. Yes, and about being traded to SMOSH.”

“Don’t get me wrong. I love all of you. I love SMOSH. But I belong at Mythical. This is my home.” The woman sniffled. “It’s not time to leave.”

“Baby, you’re going to flourish at SMOSH. I know you’re terrified. Especially since this isn’t something that was discussed with you. And you’re right. It’s not fair. I’m sorry that they didn’t say anything to you.” He brushed some hair out of her face. “Love, it’s your choice if you want to work at SMOSH, but Baby, it’s time to leave Mythical.”

The next day at SMOSH, the couple found themselves at Ian’s desk. They were called in first thing, but Y/n wasn’t quite sure why. Ian was in his chair, taking a sip of his coffee while the two looked at each other.

“I think...we need to talk about somethings now that you’re both at SMOSH together. I know that you guys have been keeping everything private dealing with your relationship.” Ian took a minute to think through his thoughts.

The two nodded to show that they were listening and agreeing, so far.

“I couldn’t be happier that you two found each other. You’ve somehow managed to find your perfect other halves. It lifts the spirits here when you’d come over and visit, Y/n. You were already one of us before this week happened. I mean it.”

Y/n gave a sweet smile. “I know you do, Ian. I love you, too.

”Ian sucked in a breath. “So, I’ll have to lay some rules down in order to protect your privacy, because that’s my concern. What you do out of office hours is whatever. If you decide to come out as a couple, then I support it one hundred percent. But for now, with your wishes to remain unknown to the fans as in a relationship, there can’t be any PDA. We gotta nip that in the bud. I know this place is our home, but you never know. And when we’re on location or on a set, just please be careful. Okay? We’re a small company. We don’t have that many PR resources. Okay? Does that sound fair?”

The couple looked at each other. They seemed to be conversing with just their eyebrows and head movements. It took a minute or two before Damien spoke up.

“Yeah, about that...We do want to keep it as private as possible, but that might start to get a little hard.”

“Please don’t tell me that one of you posted something and that I’m too late.” Ian tapped the desk, anxiously.

“Oh, don’t worry, Ian.” Y/n bit her lip. “You’re not the one that’s late.”

The president couldn’t keep the deadpan expression from his face. “You kids are gonna put me in an early grave.”

“Keep it up, Hecox, and I’ll quit. I swear it. I’ll just sit at home all day with the cats whilst judging OG SMOSH videos and why that weirdo with a bowl cut acts the way he does.”

“Okay, claws in, tiger.” The table laughed with Ian trying to fake-placate the girl. “I’ll hold in the nice things for the rest of the cast.”

“Thank you.” Y/n blinked. “No, wait!”

“Hey, Y/n,” Shayne called. “I like your hoodie.”

“Oh, this ol’ thing?” She pulled at it. “It’s borrowed, and it’s super soft. I’m LIVING. I wanted to ask if there was some vault or something where I could get my own.”

“No, no…” her boyfriend patted her shoulder. “You can wear this one. You can just wear all of my hoodies. Don’t worry about it.”

“I won’t be able to fit in them forever. I was already bigger than you to begin with. I don’t have long until I’ll get stuck putting them on. I need bigger ones, babe.” She turned to Ian. “Honestly, I don’t care what they look like. I just know I’m quickly running out of time before nothing fits anymore.”

“Yeah, of course. You’ll get your own to pick from. Don’t worry about it.”

It was Damien’s turn to pout. “But I like seeing your tumtum. Don’t put it awaaaay.”

“I love you so much, Damien, I do. But I’m about to suffocate in this.” She tried pulling at the bottom hem of the shirt to prove her point.

“If I may ask, how far along are you?” Ian spoke. “Also, as I ask this, I can see Shayne in the corner of my eye, giving me a look because he knows this answer.”

The blonde gave a suspicious smile. “I’m like the pregnancy stalker. I wasn’t trying to be weird about it. I was trying to give them their space, but like, Damien is my best friend in the entire world. I admit I have a problem. It hasn’t reached the point where I show up to doctor appointments, however.”

“Yet.” Y/n chimed in. “But uh to answer your question, Ian, we’re about...6 months? I think? Honestly, anything with numbers is gone from my head. Pregnancy brain is real. I talked to my best friend back home, who has two children, and she said sometimes, pregnancy brain never goes away. So...I’m SUPER excited for that. I can't wait to never do math again. THANKFULLY my man is super smart. He just has to be smart enough for the both of us from now on until we die.”

“That’s the most pressure I’ve ever been under. Thanks, babe.”

Shayne laughed. “Yeah. Having a kid? Easy. Being smart? Oh, man. OOOOOOH MAN. Whole other level.”

The SMOSHcast went on and drifted away from Y/n and Damien’s relationship to other topics. They talked about upcoming projects, future trips, and movies that were coming out. Shayne and Damien threw out jokes. Sarah and Y/n shared looks pertaining to things that were between just the two of them. Ian made sure to keep the talk flowing and always had something to say to stir the pot.

Finnerty called out that they were winding down to about fifteen minutes left of recording. Ian looked at the couple across from him and gave a slight signal that Sarah and Shayne didn’t miss. They shared a look but waited for the expecting couple to start. Y/n and Damien looked at each other to decide who was going to start. Y/n shrugged and sat up straight.

“So there was something else we wanted to share. But it’s actually for the two of you.” She faced Shayne and Sarah. “We were wondering if you’d do us the honor and be our kid’s godparents?”

Sarah’s face lit up, and Shayne gave a simple and quiet “what?”

Damien picked up where Y/n left off. “You two are our best friends, respectively. While yes, we wanted to discuss everything and make this cast an honest statement to the fans, we wanted to ask you something important to us. We love you guys, and there’s no one better for it.”

“OH MY GOD YES! REALLY?!” Sarah yelled but immediately apologized into the mic to the editing team. “You really want us to be godparents?? It’s a total, yes from me! I could never turn that down!”

Everyone turned to Shayne, who was busy trying to hide his tears behind his hands as he tilted his head back. They let him try to collect himself for a minute before Damien tried again.

“Buddy? You good?” He put a hand on his best friend’s shoulder.

“Oh, my God. You really trust me with that?” The blonde actor ran his hands through his hair while still looking at the ceiling.

The look in Damien’s eyes was softer than what Y/n was used to seeing aimed at anyone but herself. But she understood it. It was Damien and Shayne, after all. She winked at Sarah as the two giggled softly.

“Of course! Who else do you think I’d ask? You’re the only one I’d ever pick for that, man. I love you. And I’d be honored if you’d just say ‘yes,’ you dingus.”

“Well, duh! You think I’d say no? Oh, my God.” Shayne and Damien awkwardly hugged as best as they could.

Ian nodded at the whole thing. “Yep. Well, that’s a good place to leave that. Thank you, guys, for listening. If you enjoyed this SMOSHcast and want to know when we post more, then hit that bell. Subscribe. And hey, watch the rest of the videos we’ve uploaded. Stay safe out there. We love you.”

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Fearless Night ll Evelyn & Damien

Timing: A few weeks back

Location: A dark street in White Crest

Parties: @thronesofshadows & @damienxsheppard

Description: Evelyn and Damien chance upon each other for a midnight meeting.

How had he managed to get so turned around? Damien blamed it on the bar. It had been his first time there, and likely his last. He’d left without a scratch on him, which was a little disappointing, and with the taste of a light and hoppy ale stuck in the back of this throat. Damien dug into his coat pocket and retrieved a pack of cigarettes, plucking one from the carton and planting it between his lips. He’d been in the process of trying to light the thing, his focus trapped between his cupped hands as he tried to block the wind, when he rounded the corner and ran right into someone. Instinctively, Damien reached out, fingers snared into the clothing of the woman he’d just knocked into and not too kindly kept her upright. He wasn’t typically a gentle man and hadn’t adjusted his grip to spare wrinkling her clothing. The force of his shoulder that had crashed against her and ice on the sidewalk might have led to the woman falling right on her ass and for a brief moment Damien almost wished he had let it happen. She had inadvertently, stepped on his cigarette and broken it. That was his last one. He sighed, feeling a little defeated from the evening, before he turned his attention to the stranger. Finally, Damien released his hold on her, “are you alright there?”

Though she preferred to spend her evenings with Miriam, Evelyn was acutely aware that she did still have to feed. She also knew that it didn’t always have to be when someone was asleep, but as her mother’s journals had first confirmed - and as Melanie had reminded her any number of times - that was what was best, they had both said. Thankfully, East End was well populated and she’d been able to feed off of someone - not anyone who she’d known before, but that was just as well - because feeding on specific people too many times could do her more harm than good in the long run. She’d left one particular home, slipping unnoticed through the walls and making her way back to Miriam’s home. Except that she wasn’t entirely paying attention - which she knew happened sometimes after feeding, something that she’d tried so often to work to stay away from, but something that she found herself lapsing into, on occasion. Which meant that she didn’t notice the man who ran into her and grabbed her arm. For a moment, she tried to pull away from him but just as soon as he’d grabbed her he let her go and she adjusted her posture. “I am quite alright, yes.” She looked down at the toe of her boot (she’d opted to wear fewer heels when around Miriam was around, but if she was out to feed, it felt better - gave her more power over the humans that she fed from, let her feel in control - something that she oddly didn’t feel the need to be around Miriam). “Are you? I - my apologies if I stepped on that.” Though you know, those things will kill you fast and there’s already so much in this town that could do that. “You are out late.” She stated, tone flat. “Coming from somewhere?”

Damien attempted to stifle the disappointment that beld forward as he looked at the broken cigarette, it wasn’t her fault he knew, but he couldn’t help but crave one right about now. He’d just have to swing by some store on the way back home, surely a few would be open at this hour. “The bar,” Damien answered plainly, he didn’t see why it mattered where he’d been, it wasn't like he was late to some meeting. “A shit one at that. I might have expected to see a beer rank in $13 in the city but that brew wasn’t even worth a damn penny.” He didn’t ask about where she’d come from because it wasn’t any of his damn business, just like he refrained from telling her she shouldn’t be out at this hour, because here she was anyway. Damien couldn’t deny he was curious though. “Where are you heading? Maybe we can go together,” he didn’t need the company, while White Crest boasted its mortality rate Damien wasn’t afraid to traverse its streets alone. Maybe he should have with all the creatures in town fully capable of bringing him to a swift end, ignorance of the supernatural brought him some bliss. “Unless you prefer to go alone?”

“I mean, bars are open late around here. Or - well, bars are establishments that are open late.” Evelyn shrugged. “I own one - The Artesian - though we are not usually open up until the early hours of the morning.” At least not unless we were paid a lot. “My drinks do cost more than thirteen dollars but I can promise you that my drinks are actually worth it. Too many bars are more than just a bit unsavory.” She made a face, though quickly flashed him a smile, as if to assure him that the fact of disgust hadn’t been directed at him, more far more at all the dirty bars in town. Which - if she were being entirely far - truly boiled down to Soul on The Rocks, but none of the bars were as nice as hers was, and she didn’t even care if that made her sound stuck up. “I - home.” She finally settled on, because that was easier to explain than saying ‘going to a friend’s house’. That sort of phrasing could draw out too many questions that Evelyn was not so keen to answer. “However, I could use a bit more of a walk, should you wish to accompany me for that?”

She managed to snare Damien’s attention when she claimed to own her own bar, the Artesian wasn’t the one he had just left from, admittedly he hadn’t bothered to take note of its name. Someone that had a direct source to one of his favorite settings always managed to capture his admiration, mainly because that meant they had a limitless supply of beer, which just happened to be his favorite drink. More necessary, he deemed, than water. “You know, I just might have to stop in then. Can’t say I could stay long though, not at those prices,” he doesn’t admit unsavory bars are also his favorite. High end establishments didn’t typically house the kind of entertainment he was fond of, however, Damien was hoping he’d be pleasantly surprised. “Where is it located?” Maybe he’d try another bar after this walk, but then again, he wasn’t having the best of luck tonight and he decided against testing it further. “Sure,” he turned his frame to stand beside her and began to stride forward, trying to keep in tune with her pace. Damien didn’t offer his arm or any other courteous support to the woman, he was not a gentleman and wouldn’t pretend to be, “what’s your name?”

“I will take any sort of business I can get,” Evelyn replied, a smirk crossing her face. “I appreciate you even considering it, despite the fact that my prices may be high. I can assure you it is all absolutely worth it. I cannot think of any complaints that I have had, though I always welcome the chance to better myself.” She glanced over to him. “In East End - not too far from here. I am unsure if you enjoy live piano, but my pianist is quite extraordinary, though again, given that I hired him I am biased, I suppose - but my point still stands. We also do prefer to have reservations, as we are just open Friday evenings - and then Saturdays and Sundays - but you now know the owner, so I can probably get you in without one.” Assuming you continue to play your cards right, “I’m Evelyn. What is your name?” She inquired, glancing around the street.

“What makes you so sure?” Damien inquired, she seemed to evaluate her establishment pretty highly, he was curious as to what gave it such an edge. Since moving here Damien had made a point to visit just about every bar in town, he wanted to see what each had to offer to his taste in terms of alcohol and entertainment. Only a few so far stood out. The mention of a live pianist made him suspect this bar oozed class, not the sort of place that typically welcomed a man such as himself. A small smirk twisted the wolf’s lips as he considered the image, him among the patrons rich with culture, and him; a stain in the room. His head tilted curiously, “if you take such pride in it why does it have such a limited availability?” It certainly seemed more lucrative to keep the doors open every day of the week, but maybe the cost of propping them open every day sealed them shut. “Name’s Damien, maybe you can add it to your reservation list for next week?”

“Well, I have yet to have any complaints and I provide something many other bars in town simply cannot. Elegance, if nothing else. Though The Perfect Pint does a decent job, but perhaps that is more due to the fact that it reminds me of pubs back home.” Evelyn gave a small shrug. “It has limited availability because I am quickly booked up, and the whole only being open on select days adds to the exclusivity, which many of my patrons truly appreciate.” That much she knew was true - being able to say they were a regular at such an establishment was part of the appeal. “Besides, I am not lacking in anything by only having them open some days.” Certainly not money, but stating that so explicitly was not in good form. “I might be able to.” She let a smirk cover her lips. “You know you should be careful wandering around at night.” She watched her breath form small puffs in the cold air. “I have heard many a rumor that walking around at night is not so safe, always.” She raised an eyebrow. “I suppose it is lucky that I ran into you, though thankfully my father had me trained in some self-defense when I was little.”

Elegance. A smirked tugged at Damien’s lips, he was more sure than before that he would not fit in at this establishment. The fact wouldn’t deter him however, as lavish as the interior could be and rich the guest, to him, it had alcohol. Which, if he were being honest, was the main allure. “Back home?” he turned, slightly curious, “where did you come from?” Damien couldn’t help the huff of laughter that shook his form as his partner for the evening commented on his safety. She was concerned for him, if a stranger were to review the two they might offer their support to Evelyn to get her away from him. “I wouldn’t be so concerned about me,” he let amusement soak his tone, “I’m not really a careful person, but here I am. I would be more concerned for you.” Damien’s gaze dipped to assess the woman beside him, intrigued what gave her such confidence. “I don’t know what self defense techniques your old man showed you but they must be worthy of an award if you’re not the least bit afraid to be walking around here alone.”

“England.” She bit her lip for a moment. “London, specifically, though I went to university at Cambridge.” Evelyn shrugged. “London at night might not have quite the level of mysterious things going on, but it’s still something and I will admit I sometimes went out for late-night wanders, much to my father’s chagrin.” She didn’t know the other man well enough, and so playing up the socialite side of her would likely be most beneficial - though she figured he might have assumed such, even if just from her bar’s description and the way she held herself. He wouldn’t have been entirely wrong, either - even if there was more to her than just that. “I think I am quite alright, but I appreciate your concern.” She offered him a kind, gentle smile. Perhaps too delicate for the situation, but overcompensating when playing human usually worked in her favor. “Well, he hired people to teach me, though the idea of him doing martial arts of any sort is highly amusing, so thank you for that image. I think I just do not want fear to block me from doing things, that is all.” She raised an eyebrow.

It was interesting to him how White Crest not only managed to draw in people from all over the country, but it seemed, from all over the globe as well. “You’re a long way from home,” Damien plainly mentioned, though he was more curious to ask, “how did you find out about this town then? From London.” What allure could a small town like this offer that would drive someone to catch a plane to land here? He was starting to feel like he was seeing part of the picture of this woman, elegant, collected, and successful. But everyone had a shadow, admittedly, he was curious about the rest of the picture that revealed a woman who wasn’t afraid to go out at night. Damien let a small grin grow on his lips, it was musing to think of her father from London hiring some martial arts experts to teach her how to fight with the same tenacity as a wild cat. He could accept that it was more of something practical for everyday use, “so what do you remember from your training? How to block a few punches? Disarm a man?”

“Somehow that makes me sound as though I am in the Wizard of Oz film,” Evelyn scrunched her face up for a moment. Long way from home, but that home had never been home except by name. Though, if she were entirely honest with herself, there were also many times when she’d felt completely at home, and even times when she found herself missing the buzz of the city. “A friend,” a half-stranger, “mentioned that it was beautiful, and that should I be considering moving to the states, it was well-worth considering.” They’d said how it was a safe and beautiful place for those who weren’t human, though Evelyn could hardly admit to that, not to a complete stranger. “I suppose I wanted to try out the small town life. I did go to university in Cambridge, and though that is nowhere near the size of London, it is still rather large when compared to this town.” She matched his grin with one of her own. “I can block, and I can sometimes flip people who weigh more than I do.” She’d practiced some with Alain, too, which helped. Back before everything. “I hardly would be the person to go to for training someone new but I can hold my own.” Not to mention I can bring anyone sobbing to their knees at my will. “How about yourself? Do you know any secret methods I may have the privilege of becoming knowledgeable of?”

“You’re not clicking your heels yet though, it seems. Who would watch the restaurant with you gone,” her explanation wasn’t exactly satisfactory, word of mouth hardly felt like a motivating factor to move town. Especially from London. But Damien didn’t push on the subject, really, he had no right to ask. This woman was still relatively a stranger to him and he had no ground to stand on to expect for more than her answer. Not to say he wasn’t curious. “I saw how the brochures raved about fall in Maine. Arrived a little too late to see it for myself, but maybe next year.” If he lived to see it. “Didn’t read much more than that, though the nightlife has been surprising,” Damien’s smile pulled a little more into a smirk, he turned his attention to his companion as if to indicate she was a contributing factor to the subject. “Flip people? Now that’s a little tricky. I’m half tempted to test you. Promise I won’t though, at least not tonight.” Damien mauled over his answer before finally adding, “I look for what makes people flinch, everyone is different. But if you can find out what makes people nervous in a fight, what they seem to avoid, you can press them about it. It’s usually brute force, most like a fight to be quick so they just throw their weight around. Show them that doesn’t work and they start stumbling.”

“I mean, I am distinctly not Dorothy. Never was one for gingham, you know? Plus, the hair’s all wrong.” Evelyn replied, raising an eyebrow. “Maybe if you play your cards right, I can try the whole heel clicking, we will have to see.” At the mention of fall, she couldn’t help but nod. It was an enchanting time of year. “We do get a number of tourists - well, the town does. I do not know if I can properly use the collective ‘we’ yet, even though it is coming upon five years now that I have lived here. Regardless, I hope that you stay around to see it next year. The colors are something else.” She smirked. “The nightlife is not quite what you might expect from a small town, that is certainly true.” She ran a hand through her hair and shrugged, though her lips formed a smirk to match his. “I think I should prefer for that to not be tested on pavement.” She paused, “you know, for your sake. Would not want you to get any significant injuries.” She ran her tongue over her teeth, giving an appreciative nod at his reply. That she could relate to, finding what made people nervous, what made them flinch. Her least favorite nanny had loathed frogs, and while Evelyn couldn’t get proper frogs, she’d covered her nanny’s room with photographs of it after an especially bad fight that they’d had. “I can respect that,” she replied, voice half-clipped. “Knocks them off their feet mentally, hmm?”

A short burst of laughter tore past Damien’s lips when Evelyn informed him she wouldn’t try to hurl him into the pavement, for his sake. They both knew he was not so fragile, but in the middle of the night on a walk home it wasn’t the best time to test her ability. Maybe he’d have to provide her a chance another day to showcase her skill, Damien had to appreciate how confident she was in bringing down a man of his size. “Maybe next time I see you, if there is a nice soft patch of grass, you can show me what you’re made of.” It was not a threat, his voice was edged with amusement. Damien was curious as to what made Evelyn flinch, he didn’t have a mind to test it himself but a woman who seemed to meet possible conflict with a certain poise was one he wagered was worth knowing. “Yeah, or at least in my experience, fear can be one of the best weapons. Can be used to end fights before they start, or bring them to a close shortly after they begin.” Damien didn’t have any real finess when it came to fighting, he was skilled in delivering blows and taking them, but lacked a definite style in combat. One of his best qualities was his endurance, it was something most opponents couldn’t match. “What makes you nervous?” he didn’t expect an honest answer but couldn’t help to ask, “if it isn’t possible strangers in the dead of night?”

“Perhaps we will have to make that happen.” Another smirk made its way across Evelyn’s lips at his comment. She knew that he might easily have an upper hand on her, but she also knew that she certainly wasn’t someone to be underestimated, and that if she truly wanted a win, all it would take would be looking right into his eyes to knock him off balance - though not in the way that he probably would expect. “Though somewhere besides the Common - would not want to cause too much of a ruckus, afterall.” She nodded at his next remarks - “I do not have so very much experience with fighting, despite the bits of self-defense training I have, but I can believe it. Fear is extraordinarily powerful.” She bit her tongue then, fighting away the amused look that threatened to cross her face. “What makes me nervous?” Evelyn held the words in her mouth, musing as to what would be the best way to answer - because nothing sounded too self-important even if it was true, mostly - and giving away the anxieties that she had found herself feeling and realizing more recently were not something she wished to discuss with most anyone, particularly not a stranger. “Horses - or, they did when I was a child,” she finally settled on. “I was not so fond of how large they were - despite the fact that I am a bit tall now, I was a bit of a small child, and despite my father’s wishes, I did not take so well to horseback riding.” At least, that was one way to put it. The horse was terrified of me and threw me off, giving me a scar I still have, was more accurate but not something she wished to share. “How about you?”

Damien entertained the thought of crossing paths with this woman again and being confronted where a nice little patch of grass could catch him. “You name the place, I’ll meet you there,” though he didn’t expect her to agree to it. The time they had together now felt borrowed, given only for a period of time till they met an intersection that demanded they’d separate, return to what life they had been living before passing. Damien listened when Evelyn provided an answer, horses, a grin followed her reply as she elaborated. “They are massive aren’t they? Could easily break a few bones with a kick, who wouldn’t be a little afraid of that?” For a brief second he tried to imagine a young girl trying to follow along to her lessons in horseback riding, but he didn’t know Evelyn enough to picture it clearly.

Damien hummed as the inquiry was returned to him as he considered an answer. What did make him nervous? The word failure seared in his thoughts. What would the family he’d made think of him now? What would they say about Damien becoming the very creature that had murdered them? That not only had he failed to protect them, but avenge them. The idea did cause him to flinch, in a subtle way that crinkled the skin around his eyes before he huffed out, “Commitment, prefer the lone road these days if you catch my drift,” the reply was meant to be light hearted, direct his thoughts away from where they had taken him.

The pair arrived at a crosswalk that offered two separate segments to cross, “looks like this is where I leave you,” Damien began, offering a faint smile, “I think you can manage the rest of the way yourself? Don’t spare anyone the pavement, if they cause you trouble.”

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say my name and say it twice (cotton candy skies)

21. also on AO3 chapter twenty

It’s like Jens’s mom is in mourning.

At first, she seemed like she was getting better, like it was affecting her as much, just after a few days. She seemed sad for a little bit, and then she started laughing more, grinning when Lotte made fun of Jens, humming as she cleaned the dishes or swept the floor.

But when she thinks no one is looking, she looks sad.

Her mouth turns into a frown, the corners of her mouth turning down slightly like there are strings attached, tugged toward the ground. Her eyes turn dim, the sparkle that always shines fogging over as her eyes unfocus. Her hair sometimes falls into her face, strands covering her eyes. She doesn’t push it away like she usually does. The lines in her face deepen, and she looks older. And alone, sitting in her seat at the dinner table, or standing by the sink, letting the steaming water just run from the faucet, her soapy hands unmoving.

Mom?

It was like she didn’t hear him for a second, and then she lifted her hands, turning toward him, blinking, pushing her hair out of her face, pressing it to her head. There were bubbles caught in her hair, white soapy foam streaked across the top of her head, and she didn’t notice.

And she smiled, the shine in her eyes coming back.

And he just gave her a kiss on her forehead before telling her that he would put the dishes away. Don’t worry about it, he’d said. She smiled, a little smile of relief and Jens wished he could do more.

He wishes he could know what’s wrong. He assumed it was about her father, even though it was weeks ago that she shoved him, cursed him, kicked him out of her home. But every time he looks at her when she’s like this, when she looks dull and worn out, he can’t help but feel like there’s more to it, like maybe it’s unrelated to Dilan, like maybe he was the trigger or just one of the straws on the camel’s back.

Which worries him.

He forgets about it when he dances though. If he’s honest, he forgets about everything when he dances, about school, homework, the guys, Lucas, his mom, Lotte, everything good, and everything bad. There’s nothing in those moments, nothing except him and the music. In those moments, the whole world ceases to be, and he can’t feel the pain in his toes from the pointe shoes, he can’t feel the uncomfortable itch at the top of his spine from the cut-off tag on his leotard, he can’t even hear his instructor counting with the music.

One, and two, and three, and four, and five, and six, and se-ven, eight One, and two, and three, and four, and five, and six, and se-ven, eight One, and two, and three, and four, and five, and six, and se-ven, eight

He’s hardly even conscious of the other dancers around him as their bodies weave around each other, as their limbs flow through the air gracefully like they’re underwater. He barely feels his hair falling against his forehead, brushing over his eyes as he spins, leaping through the air, a breath escaping him as he lands like wind rushing through a forest. There’s not a cell in his body that thinks to hesitate, not a sense of maybe, and if he didn’t have to see, his eyes would drift shut.

They do drift shut as he spins, one leg bent with his pointed foot at his knee, his arms gently curved downward as his head turns, until he lifts his arms, his hands loosely linked above his head as his body spins faster and faster, like a skater on ice, until he stops, stepping forward, one arm extended in front of himself, the other trailing behind him, and his eyes open, catching at the corner of the room. His muscles tense, ready to lift his body into an arabesque, and the music cuts off abruptly.

He drops his arms awkwardly, stepping back as he faces the instructor, standing in front of the mirror. Her dark hair is pulled back into a tight, slick bun, the harsh lights of the studio are reflecting on it as she looks down at her phone, which is plugged into the speaker next to her.

“I just realised we’re five minutes overtime,” she says, looking up. She’s grinning almost mischievously, and the other dancers scoff at her.

Her name is Cecile, and she’s in her late thirties, though she refuses to tell them how old she is exactly. Usually, during practice, they call her Cec, just to grab her attention, but Lena and Jens call her Madame Cecile just to annoy her. (There’s always a “Stop calling me that!” followed by their snickers.)

“You can stretch and stuff if you want, but…” She checks the small watch on her wrist. “The next group will be here soon so you can also just leave.”

Jens looks to Damien, who’s leaning against the wall, his hands behind his back, and they both shrug at each other before heading to the door, following a stream of dancers. Lena ends up in front of Jens and he grabs the smooth bun at the top of her head, pulling gently. She reaches up and smacks him. (He also hears a faint “I’ll kill you,” and he snorts as they part ways in the hallway.)

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Jens squeezes past some jazz dancers as he follows his friends down the hall. He can’t hear what Lena is saying, but he can see her face as she walks backwards to look at Damien, and she looks quite passionate, her eyes wide, a hand lifted and pointing at Damien.

Jens manages to step up next to Rosa as they walk through the lobby of the studio, past the front desk, sliding his arm over her shoulder, and she leans into him affectionately.

“So we agree then?” Lena says, and Jens cocks his head at her, confused. “If Jens doesn’t get the solo this year, we all riot?”

He laughs and feels Rosa laugh next to him, her shoulders shaking. Damien nods to Lena when she points at him, her brows raised almost threateningly.

“I’ll riot with you,” Rosa says, her voice light, and Lena inhales deeply through pursed lips, pointing at her.

“I think Rosa rioting is like… God’s worst fear.”

Jens laughs as Rosa giggles shyly, looking down, and he catches Damien laughing softly too, looking at Rosa with soft eyes.

“I don’t think I’m going to get the solo, guys,” he comments, pulling Rosa closer as they approach another dancer and she steps in front of him so they can pass.

“Oh my god, shut up,” Lena says curtly.

“I’m serious!”

“Well, stop it,” Damien says as he pulls his duffle bag against his chest to take up less space in the small entrance room. “You have to get it.”

“Why wouldn’t K—”

“Because you’re gonna get it,” Rosa nearly shouts over him, and he laughs loudly.

“You’re so obnoxious.”

“I am?”

“You’re both obnoxious, shut up,” Lena says flatly, and they both giggle as Damien opens the door for them. There’s a rush of crisp air when the door swings open, and Jens shivers, pulling the sleeve of his jacket down over his hand, gripping it tightly.

“Oof. Hace frío.” Lena rubs her palms together in front of her face, and they all turn to her, confused. “Why are you speaking Spanish?” Rosa asks, cocking her head at her. Jens notices her take a tiny step toward Damien.

“I’m on my DuoLingo shit. So I can talk to your abuela when I meet her.”

Jens assumes this is a reference to a conversation he missed, but he almost laughs when he sees Rosa press her lips together, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Yeah, about that…”

Lena’s smile drops.

“I was just messing with you, she doesn’t only know Spanish.”

Jens stifles his laughter with a hand as she stares at Rosa, her face blank until her eyes narrow.

“Pendejo.”

“Hey!” Rosa bursts out laughing, and Jens shakes his head at them as Lena pretends to throw a slap at her.

He looks up, past Damien, over his shoulder, to the convenience store on the sidewalk, and catches sight of Lucas.

The sunlight on him is dim, the lighting bluish, and Lucas is looking down at his phone, leaning against the wall. One leg is crossed over the other, a hand in the pocket of a purple hoodie he’s wearing, and Jens sees glints in the silver chains around his neck. He smiles softly even though Lucas doesn’t see him, and he barely hears Lena and Rosa bickering. (“You’re so mean.” “You lied to me.” “Yeah, and it was funny.” “You—”)

“Hey guys?” he says suddenly, and it takes a second before they stop swatting at each other and look at him.

“Yes?” Damien says.

“Uhm…” He pauses, taking a deep breath, and feels their eyes on him. “There’s someone I want you to meet.”

“Oh my god, it is your mom?” Lena asks flatly.

“No?”

“Oh.”

He hesitates, making a face at her, before looking past Damien again.

“Lu!”

Lucas looks up from his phone, still leaning against the wall, his eyebrows raised as their eyes lock, and Jens grins before beckoning. The others watch, all turned to face Lucas, who stands up straight, tucking his phone into his pocket as he walks toward them, a smile on his face, his eyes sparkling. Jens holds an arm out as Lucas approaches them.

“Hi,” Lucas says shyly, stepping up next to Jens. Jens grins again, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and pulling him close.

“This is Lucas,” Jens says, tightening his arm around him, and Lucas’s cheeks flush even more pink than they already were from the cold. “Uh…” He takes a breath. “My boyfriend.”

“You’re what’s been making this dummy smile like a fool?” Lena says, stepping in and punching Lucas gently.

“I guess, yeah.”

“He has that effect on me.”

“I’m Damien,” Damien says, not letting Lena say anything else, and holds his hand out to Lucas, who shakes it.

“Jens has told me about you guys.”

“Told you what?” Rosa asks suspiciously, narrowing her eyes.

“Well you’re Rosa, and you’re soft spoken.” Lucas turns to Lena. “And you’re Lena, and you’re not soft spoken.”

Jens laughs quietly when Lena says, “Okay, Jens, I’m going to have to have a talk with you,” and turns away from her, pressing a kiss to Lucas’s head.

“You guys are really cute,” Lena says, watching.

“We know,” Jens says, sighing, and Lucas snorts, sliding an arm around his waist, carefully slipping between him and the straps of the duffle bag.

“Humble.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“How long have you been together?” Damien asks, and Lucas and Jens look at each other, perplexed.

“A few weeks, maybe?” Lucas says, turning to look back at Damien, and Jens takes the opportunity to gaze at the side of his face, smiling softly.

He was less nervous about coming out to them than he is about coming out to the guys, though he really doesn’t know why. (Although, he also doesn’t know if he really came out. He supposes introducing his boyfriend does the job, but he didn’t say the words “I’m bisexual,” so does it really count? But he does feel lighter, almost relieved, so he thinks it does.) He’s glad they’re all focused on Lucas right now, as they poke fun at Jens, on Lucas telling the story of how they met, and Jens is only half listening.

He feels at peace, smiling softly, staring absently at a crack in the pavement, a hand in his pocket and the other resting on the back of Lucas’s head, gently playing with his curls.

He feels like he’s dancing.

He only looks back up and starts listening when he hears Lena say, “Oh, my girl’s here.”

She’s looking down at her phone and types for a short few seconds before looking up and stepping over to Damien, getting up on her tiptoes and kissing his cheeks.

“Bye, honey,” she says as she kisses Rosa’s cheeks, a stark difference to how they were acting before, and Jens laughs to himself. Lucas looks up at him, confused.

“You missed them bickering earlier.”

“Shut up, Jens,” Lena and Rosa say simultaneously, and now Lucas laughs.

“It was nice meeting you, Lucas, I’ll see you around.”

Lena leans up to kiss his cheeks and Lucas’s face flushes a light pink as he smiles at her (making Jens’s heart flutter), and she punches Jens after kissing his face, and then she leaves, skipping across the street to a motorcycle.

“I should probably go to, actually,” Rosa says, glancing at her phone. “I’ll probably have to help Mom with dinner.”

She does the same as Lena, first reaching up and kissing Damien’s cheeks (Damien’s shoulders shrug up and his face darkens and Jens suppresses a smile), then Lucas, who leans down so she can reach him, then Jens.

“See you next week.” She waves sweetly as she turns and walks down the sidewalk, her hair, which she released from the ballet bun after practice, flying in the wind behind her. She could be in a L’Oréal commercial. Damien is scratching the back of his neck, watching her leave, looking like he’s forgotten about Lucas and Jens.

Jens looks at Lucas, grinning, and then looks from Damien to Rosa pointedly, and Lucas gasps quietly, his jaw dropping, and he beams.

“So, Damien,” he says slyly, and Damien looks at him, looking startled.

“Yeah?”

“You and Rosa..”

“Oh, we’re not—” His face turns red again and he shoves his hands into his pockets. “That’s not— It’s—No, we’re not…” He’s shaking his head at Lucas, and Jens laughs quietly, turning and pressing his forehead to Lucas’s temple.

“Should you, though?” Lucas asks, raising his eyebrows and turning his head.

“I…” Damien turns and looks to Jens sharply. “Did you put him up to this?”

Jens laughs harder, lifting his head and half-raising his hands like he’s surrendering.

“I didn’t do anything, man.”

“Look.” Damien takes a deep breath. “I’m not gonna ask her out, because I know she wouldn’t say yes.”

“Damien, I’ve known you guys for like ten minutes, and I know she would.”

Damien huffs.

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t have to ask her out right now, obviously, just… Think about it. She’s so sweet, worst case scenario, she says no, and…” Lucas shrugs.

Damien sighs, looking away, and Jens can see a small smile crawl across his face.

“I’ll think about it.”

Lucas smiles, satisfied, and Jens lets out a loud “What?”

Lucas starts laughing and Damien looks to Jens.

“Huh?”

“How are you listening to him after like ten minutes but you don’t listen to me after literal years? What the fuck?”

Damien laughs, doubling over slightly, before straightening and gesturing to Lucas.

“I don’t know, I guess he just has a better way with words.”

“All he said was ‘this about it!’”

Damien is still laughing when his phone chimes in his pocket (Jens has chided him for leaving his ringer on during practice; Damien pointed out that he leaves the phone in his locker and it’s not bothering anyone.) and he pulls it out, looking away from them.

Jens leans down slightly and kisses Lucas’s cheek softly, a quiet I missed you. Lucas gives him a little smile (I missed you too.)

“Shit, my mom’s waiting for me, I forgot she was coming today.” Damien types for a second and then looks up. “I guess you guys have a date or something?”

“Yup,” Jens answers before Lucas can say anything, and Lucas looks up, surprised. “An actual date, not just weed and a dumpster.”

“I’m not even gonna ask,” Damien says, holding his hand out to Lucas. “I’ll see you later.”

“So an actual date?” Lucas asks, turning to Jens as Damien makes his way across the street.

“Yup. I don’t have school tomorrow.”

“Oh?”

“Mm-hmm. Come here.”

Jens lets go of Lucas’s shoulders and they separate for a second before Jens grabs his arm, pulling him toward the alley.

“Thought we had a date?”

“Yeah, but first…”

He can hear Lucas giggling behind him as he pulls in into the alley, away from the street where the shadows hide them.

He turns, pushing Lucas against the wall and Lucas lets his head fall back, looking up at him with his chin up, looking smug.

“Hey.”

“Hi,” Jens breaths, leaning in and kissing him. Lucas takes in a deep breath, reaching up and sliding his cold hands over Jens’s neck, and Jens shivers, grabbing his waist and pulling him in. Lucas hums, tilting his head and opening his mouth.

He tastes like cherry chapstick, and Jens smiles.

“How are you?” Lucas asks breathlessly when they separate, laying his head back on the wall.

“Good.”

Jens leans back in and kisses him harder, biting down on his lip, and a small noise escapes Lucas’s throat, emboldening Jens, and he reaches down, pulling at Lucas’s thighs. Lucas jumps up, wrapping his arms around Jens’s neck and Jens grins against his mouth.

“How are you?” he asks when they pause for a breath and Lucas kisses him again before answering.

“Fantastic.”

Jens laughs softly, pressing him against the wall harder, sliding his hands up and down his legs before tightening his grip on him as Lucas licks into his mouth.

“Long week?”

“Mm.”

When they finally pull away enough to look at each other, their faces are flushed, their lips slick, their eyes glassy. They gaze at each other for a second before giggling, their foreheads pressed together. Lucas’s ankles are locked at the small of Jens’s back, and his fingers are tangled in his hair. He gently tugs and Jens lifts his head enough for Lucas to kiss him gently.

“Where are we going?”

“Uhm…” He takes a deep breath before answering. “A cafe. We’re gonna get cake.”

Lucas gasps excitedly, raising his eyebrows.

“Really?”

“Mm-hmm.” Jens feels like he’s glowing.

Lucas kisses him again, beaming.

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Gossipy Janus and Roman in theater together (they're friends, it can be romantic if you want but not necessary) and they love to talk about everyone else in the class (they can also be doing a play or auditions if you want more interesting stuff)

apparently I am unable to write anything without insecurity and romance so here we have pining janus. I think it’s a hs au but idk up to your interpretation.

(tw swearing, food mention, insulting made up people’s dancing and singing if that's a thing, minor injury on a background made up person)

Roman crossed his legs, putting his arm on the armrest and leaning his chin on his fist. He was thankful to be seated at the very back of the theater, so he could talk without anyone hearing.

He watched his fellow actors rehearse their scene. It was one of the few scenes Roman wasn't in. His friend, Janus, wasn't in it either.

Roman, momentarily distracted by his own shifting, didn't see exactly what had happened, but Janus let out a quiet whistle.

"Claire needs to watch her steps or she's gonna break her feet," he commented.

"Oh dear," Roman sighed, "what did she do?"

"She's learning the choreo today and she's already being so confident about her leap off the chair? Her foot barely positioned itself right in time for the landing, not that she cares of course."

"Just because sis knows ballet doesn't mean she's immune to all other types of foot injury."

"You know it, hon."

They watched as the dance continued. Half of the guys had to do a series of dances. At noticing one guy's clumsiness, Roman hissed.

"Oof, Alfredo is going to pirou-out of consciousness if he doesn't straighten out his directions. Homeboy's gonna hit the wall hard."

"Mm. And Dustin has to point that toe if he doesn't want to stand out like bright pink on a white wall," Janus added.

"Look at Sasha. He's slouching."

"He can't afford to do that after today," Janus said in a sing-song, judgemental voice.

Next, the women and the other half of the men were supposed to run through their singing, so they could put it with the choreography.

"Janine, honey, you're not a helium balloon."

"Marco is slacking on that vibrato so hard."

"You're right, Roman, he sounds flat-out bland. He's even turning the heads of Quique and Carter."

"They know what's up."

Roman's eyes widened at someone else on stage. "Theo is killing that note."

"Yeah, but it's not supposed to be a solo."

"Sure, but he's leading all the other voices to sound better and much less bland. They'll catch up."

Janus nodded and continued watching.

"Damien's flat."

"He's a bass, Janus, his highest note is an F#. It ain't his fault Mr. T is forcing him to sing an A."

"He is?"

"Yes," Roman said enthusiastically. "He has a killer, deep, moving voice but Mr. Someone just cares about being able to sing tenor. Just let my man sing what he's good for."

"It'll become a problem in a day or so. Mr. T will pull him aside and he'll remind him he's a bass and he'll sing the low harmony. Don't worry for him."

Roman hummed in acknowledgement and continued watching.

The people switched roles, and half the guys were singing and everyone else was dancing. Three people then collided and Roman and Janus made various sounds relating to "ewwwwfff".

"Ow."

"Must've hurt," Janus mused.

"Look, Sienna's resisting the urge to clutch her side."

"Marty kicked her there," Janus told him.

"Did they?" Roman made a face. "Ow."

The number continued like nothing happened, and the two friends were transfixed on the performance.

In one dramatic beat, the number ended and the front row held a pose.

"Oh, look at Ryder," Roman gasped. "That...everything. He is so sexy, just look at that. The leg, the arms...he could step on me and I'd thank him."

Janus scowled. "His head is tilted too far back."

"No. This way we get a better look at that glorious chest."

"You're such a slut, Ro."

Roman put a hand to his heart in offense. "You wound me. All I am is someone who is very gay and can recognize beauty when he sees it."

Janus rolled his eyes. "So am I, and I don't thirst after Mr. Straight Boy."

Roman huffed. "You cannot recognize beauty."

Janus tore his eyes away from the stage to glance at Roman. "I most certainly can."

Janus returned his glare to the stage before Roman could notice his line of sight.

Roman’s phone vibrated, signaling that someone texted him. He opened it to find that his friend Remy had canceled on them.

“Remy canceled our Starbucks get together,” he said with a frown. “He was gonna drive me to the one near my house after rehearsal.” Roman sighed. “Oh well. Emile asked him out so I guess I understand.”

“Emile asked out Remy?!” Janus exclaimed in shock, turning in his seat to face Roman. “They’re finally together?!”

Roman nodded. “Yes. Emile is gonna take Remy to the new sushi place on Main and 4th.”

“Oh my god.” Janus put a hand over his mouth. “They’ve been pining for four years. And they’re finally together.” He paused, then furrowed his eyebrows. “I thought Remy would be the one to ask Emile out.”

Roman smirked. “It can seem that way to the untrained eye, can it not? But alas, Remy is too insecure about whether or not he’d be good for a relationship and too scared of his feelings for Emile to be the one to ask him out. Patton owes me three dollars because Emile asked, by the way.”

“I owe Logan five.”

Roman snorted. “I thought I told you to never bet against Logan.”

Janus rolled his eyes and pulled out his phone. He texted Logan. “Why aren’t you reacting in any extreme way?”

“Emile has been asking me about the best way to ask out Remy for a couple days now. He told me he’d do it this morning.”

Janus nodded, putting his phone away. He went back to watching the rehearsal.

“I never should’ve relied on Remy,” Roman said sadly. “Oh well.”

Janus frowned. “The closest bus stop to your house is really fucking far, right? That’s why you wanted Starbucks, ‘cause it’s closer?”

Roman nodded. “I can walk it though, it’s just a couple miles.”

“Nonsense,” Janus said with a wave of his hand. “I can drive you home.”

Roman’s eyes widened. “Oh! Um, you don’t have to, really. It’s okay. I don’t want to trouble you-”

“You’re no problem, Roman,” Janus dismissed. “No trouble at all.”

“My house is really far, though.”

Janus shrugged. “I don’t have anywhere to be.”

Roman slowly turned away from Janus, returning his eyes to the rehearsal. He immediately winced at a terrible pirouette.

“If you really think it’s such a bother for me to take you home, you could treat me to dinner at that wonderful Chinese place that’s on the way tonight.”

Roman choked on air.

Hope you liked it! Yes, it was supposed to end there, and yes, Roman treats Janus to dinner. I know I’m taking for. ever. on these prompts but I have like three wips and school. I love writing Roceit and haven’t in a while so this was nice and fun, thanks for sending it.

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