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ashwhowrites · 5 months

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okay so this has been in my head forever but imagine cheerleader/rich popular reader and eddie are dating. reader is the daughter of a company ceo and wayne works at the company. wayne absolutely hates his boss because he’s rich and spoiled and his boss hates him because he doesn’t understand where he came from since he never grew up poor or whatever. let’s say one day reader and eddie decide to tell their parents about each other and reader invites eddie and wayne to come to her house for dinner and wayne and her dad are pissed bc they don’t want their kid/nephew associated with each other and like forbid them from being together but they eventually realize how much they mean to each other and like give them permission to date again. i feel like this would be so chaotic and funny but cute and wholesome at the same time

I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting 🫶🏻

Rich girl, poor boy

Wayne Munson was a hard-working man who didn't get credit where it was due. He started at the bottom and worked his way through every promotion. But his boss made Wayne's life hell. He kept Wayne at work later and later, giving him random tasks that weren't needed and treating him like scum. His boss was a rich old man, he was bitter and looked down on the people beneath him. Wayne was used to being the poorest man compared to others, but to be targeted because of it by his boss was his last straw. He hated that man and he hated whoever was related to him.

Wayne worked hard for himself but he also worked hard for Eddie. To provide as much as he could for his nephew. That's why he sucked it up and kept working for that twat of a boss.

~~~

"You're home very late," Eddie announced as Wayne walked through the door. The small clock above the couch read midnight as Eddie picked at the cold plate of dinner.

"Tried to wait but I was starved," Eddie said, Wayne brushed it off, heating his plate in the microwave. He waited a few seconds as it heated, grabbing a beer and taking a swig. He grabbed the warm plate and set it on the table.

"It's fine. The boss decided every car on the lot needed a tire cleaning." Wayne grumbled, stuffing his face with semi-warm food, Eddie frowned as he sat across from his uncle.

"Again? You did that last week." Eddie said he could see Wayne's body language was annoyed and exhausted.

"Didn't do good enough last time," Wayne said, rolling his eyes as he ate his first meal of the deal. Eddie watched with a heavy heart as Wayne's tired body ate as fast as he could. He knew once he finished, Wayne would go to bed and do it all over again.

"How was your day, though?" Wayne asked, he tried to keep up with Eddie's life. His parents were deadbeats and never checked up on him. Wayne wanted Eddie to have at least one parent who cared.

"Good! I took Y/N to get ice cream and we listened to new records." Eddie smiled as he recalled his day. Wayne couldn't help but smile along. Eddie had this girlfriend that he was obsessed with. She was popular and a cheerleader. Wayne almost choked on his dinner when Eddie first told him about her. He was nervous that such a popular girl was interested in Eddie, but from every story, she sounded sweet and genuine.

"When do I get to meet the unlucky girl?" Wayne joked, placing his fork on the empty plate.

"Haha," Eddie faked laughed, flipping Wayne off. "She's been asking for our families to meet, and invited us over for dinner on Friday. Think your boss will let you off at a normal time? She wants to do it around seven."

"I'll make him," Wayne promised, a pat on Eddie's head as he made his way to bed.

~~~

"I haven't worn nice clothes since you got baptized." Wayne chuckled, buttoning up his last button, then tucking his shirt into his jeans.

"I'm baptized?" Eddie laughed, also tucking his button-up into his jeans.

"Oh yeah, your mom did it for your grandma before she died. Are you ready?" Wayne asked, grabbing the keys.

~~~

"Eddie!" Y/N cheered, her arms wrapped around him as she snuggled into his neck. She soaked in his warmth for a second before she pulled away. Her eyes were on the older man next to Eddie. She smiled and brought him into a hug as well.

"Oh!" Wayne chuckled, hugging her back softly.

"Eddie talks about you all the time. Nice to see the man that inspires him." Y/N said as she pulled away. Wayne smiled back at her kindness. She had a sweet voice and a bright smile. He could easily see why Eddie fell so fast.

"Nice to meet the girl Eddie constantly talks about. I see he was right about how beautiful you are." Wayne smiled, and Y/N felt herself blush as she looked at Eddie. Her was art warm when he talked about her and believed she was beautiful.

"Well, I'll lead you to the dining room!" She said. Her black dress swayed at the bottom as she turned around. Her heels clicked on the marble floor as the boys followed behind her. Wayne tried to not let his jaw drop as he took in the huge house. The chandelier on the ceiling, the velvet furniture, the plants, and wall art. She came from money, and she came from lots of money.

Eddie was in awe of her house. He didn't think these houses were real. It looked like a scene from a movie. He knew she was rich, but he didn't know she was that rich. She didn't act spoiled, she was humble and even had a part-time job. She wasn't a snob, Eddie wouldn't have guessed she came from this much money based on how she acted.

"Daddy, this is Eddie! My boyfriend, and his uncle, Wayne!" Y/N held Eddie's hand as she introduced them to her dad. Her dad stood up from the table, his eyes settled on the younger man next to his daughter. Then they moved to the older man next to him.

"Son of a bitch." Wayne muttered to himself. Eddie quickly looked at him with confusion. Y/N looked between her dad and Wayne. Not understand why the air got so thick.

"You didn't tell me you were dating a Munson boy." Her dad sneered. Y/N didn't like the way he said Munson like it was a curse.

"Well he didn't mention he was dating a Y/L/N" Wayne growled back. Both men racing their chins higher and higher.

"Away from that boy now!" Her dad said, walking over to yank her arm. Y/N gasped as her grip lost Eddie's.

"Daddy!" She hissed, she couldn't believe his behavior. "What is the problem?"

"That man is a shame excuse of a man. He is scum at the bottom of the earth and you will not be dating no family member of his." He demanded, Y/N felt panic in her chest. Worriedly looking at Eddie.

"Sir, please just give us a chance. I'm not sure how you know Wayne, but he isn't scum! And neither am I. I love your daughter and I know I can take care of her." Eddie tried.

"Not. He works for me! I know exactly how much of a pathetic man he is. How can you take care of her when you are poor, Eddie? My baby girl doesn't belong in a tiny trailer."

"Stop it! You are being so rude." Y/N said, yanking her arm from her dad's grip. She stood productively in front of Eddie. "Eddie is a very nice boy and I love him. How much money he's got has nothing to do with anything."

"You are not dating him. That's an order."

"You can't tell me what to do! We don't need your support." Y/N snapped, her eyes angry as she stared down her dad.

"We have Wayne's and that's all we need," Eddie said, his hand reaching out to grasp hers softly.

"Eddie, you break up this relationship right now," Wayne said Eddie's eyes were huge as he turned around to look at his uncle. Shock is written all over his face.

Y/N's dad smiled as Wayne agreed. Maybe they could have this one small thing in common.

"Wayne!" Eddie exclaimed. He couldn't believe Wayne would suggest that. Y/N felt her heart crack as she turned to look at Wayne.

"Eddie, that man is evil. He is a snob, rude, and will forever look down on the people below him. I'm sure the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. You are getting out while you still can. You are not dating a spoiled brat." Wayne spat out.

"Wayne!" Eddie scolded, he couldn't believe Wayne would speak so poorly of Y/N, he barely gave her a chance. In the same way, Dad barely gave Eddie the chance.

"Wayne, please. I know my dad is a boss man but I would never look down on you or Eddie. I'm so sorry for his behavior, but please I love Eddie. Don't do this." Y/N begged. She knew her dad was a loss cause, she needed Wayne to be on their side.

"It's Mr. Munson, Eddie we are leaving. Say goodbye and meet me in the car." Wayne spat, he turned around and walked out the door.

"Break up with the boy or Wayne is fired. You will not be talked about like that. He disrespected my daughter in my house!" Her dad threatened, his arms crossed as he looked down at the couple. He ignored the pain in his daughter's eyes but enjoyed the fear in Eddie's.

"Eds." Y/N whimpered, her eyes watery as the world crashed at their feet. She didn't want to lose him.

"Y/N, I gave an order. I want him out of my house and out of your life." Her dad said before he left the room.

"What do we do?" Eddie asked

"We have to break up." Y/N choked out, her eyes watered and her throat burned.

"Baby no! We'll make your dad change his mind! I'll make him, I promise!" Eddie panicked.

"I'm sorry. That job is all you guys have. I can't be the reason he gets fired, he'll hate me even more." Y/N couldn't live with that guilt. "I'm sorry." Y/N whimpered, sobs making its way out of her mouth. She covered her cries with her hands.

"He doesn't hate you! I'll make him change his mind and give you a chance!"

"Eddie, it's me or the job. Wayne would never accept us if it cost him his job, his income, and his source to support you. But soon I'll have money saved to move out, we will graduate and we can be together. Just wait for me?" She cried.

"Yes," Eddie said with no hesitation. He'd wait years for her.

"I love you," Eddie whispered, leaning down to softly kiss her goodbye. He felt his heart sink as he tasted her salty tears.

"I love you." She whispered. She watched as he walked out the door.

Eddie tried to hold back his sobs as he got in the car. He didn't look at Wayne the whole drive. The betrayal in Eddie's heart was the worst pain he'd ever felt. Out of everyone in the world, he thought Wayne would always have his back.

The car ride was silent, a few blocks away from home when Wayne finally spoke up.

"Look, I know you-" Wayne tried

"No! You don't know. I can't believe you would talk to her that way. You disrespected my girlfriend right to her face. She has done nothing to you. It's her fucking dad! Yeah, I get that. But you did not need to treat her like that." Eddie snapped.

"Eddie, you are too young to understand. But she will turn out just like him. She'll be selfish and think she's above you. You'll thank me in the end." Wayne said.

"You don't know her. You don't know anything about her." Eddie argued. "She's nothing like him. She is sweet, kind, and would do anything for the people she loves."

Wayne laughed and shook his head. "She has you fooled." The car came to a stop as they pulled up to their trailer.

"Make sure you send her a thank you card for saving your ass from being fired." Eddie snapped as he slammed the car door. He raced into the trailer and locked himself in his room.

~~~

Y/N knew she'd never forgive her dad for what he did. She'd never forgive him for making her break it off with Eddie. She'd never forgive him for not letting her be happy. Her mom tried to make everyone civil, but dinners were silent. Y/N refused to speak or look at her dad.

"How was school?" Her mom asked, slicing her steak.

"Fine," Y/N muttered. She picked at her plate, not much of an appetite. The breakup with Eddie was the most painful thing she's ever experienced. It's been days of silence. Days of longing look from across the classroom. Days of crying in her room when all she wanted to do was be in Eddie's arms.

"Did you talk to that boy?" Her dad asked, his eyes squinting at her over his newspaper.

"No."

"Good girl."

~~~

Wayne sighed as he walked into the trailer, complete silence. It's been days of Eddie locked up in his room. He only left for school, then right back into his bedroom.

"Did you eat?" Wayne asked as he knocked on the door.

"No," Eddie said through the door.

Wayne ordered pizza, sitting on the couch as his nephew stayed locked in his room. Wayne was conflicted, he knew Eddie liked Y/N and that the breakup was hard. But Wayne couldn't help but like the relief of his boss' attitude towards him. It was like banning Eddie from seeing his daughter was a win. He let Wayne go home at normal times and didn't give random tasks.

In the end, it worked out for Wayne, but was it worth it if his nephew had to suffer?

Eddie came out when the pizza arrived. He stacked up a paper plate and went to walk back into his room.

"Can we talk for a second?" Wayne asked, Eddie sighed but sat down.

"I know you're hurting. I know these past few weeks have been hard for you. I can see my actions have hurt you. It's hard for me to admit, but I was wrong. I spent years trying to get you to smile and enjoy life. Ever since I took you in, there was this light missing in your eyes. I took you to parks, bowling, and arcades, and yet you never smiled. You grew up and still, that light wasn't there. You never enjoyed living. Then you met her. And one day, I saw that light in your eyes. I see that smile when you talk about her. I'm sorry I took that away from you, Eds." Wayne said, choking slightly as he felt tears falling down his face. "I'm so sorry. I want that light back in your eyes. I want you to have something to live for."

Eddie choked back his cries as he watched Wayne break down.

"She makes me happy, Uncle Wayne," Eddie whispered, biting his lip harshly as he felt sobs making their way into his throat.

"You have my blessing. Get her back." Wayne said, he reached out and rubbed Eddie's hand softly.

"It means a lot. But she broke it off so you could keep your job. Her dad threatened to fire you. She'll never do that to you." Eddie said, "But thank you."

Wayne watched as he got up and went back into his room.

He knew what he had to do to make it up to his nephew.

~~~

"Sir, can I come in?" Wayne asked as he knocked on his boss's door.

"Yes." His boss sat at his big desk, his hands under his chin as he waited for Wayne to speak.

"I quit," Wayne said, folding his uniform and placing it on the desk.

"Excuse me?" His boss scoffed.

"Eddie or the job, right? Your daughter and I have something in common. We both love that boy and it's time he gets picked. I pick Eddie. I'm accepting your daughter, because of the way she brightens up my boy's world. If you can't see he does the same for her, then maybe you don't love her the way you should." Wayne said, not waiting for a response as he left the office.

~~~

Eddie was doing homework in the kitchen when Wayne walked in.

"It's like three? How did you get off that early?" Eddie chuckled.

"I quit."

"WHAT?" Eddie yelled, standing up from his chair.

"He can't fire me if I don't work for him," Wayne smirked.

"But Wayne! We need the money."

"I'll get a job somewhere else. You are more important than any job. I'm sorry I stood in the way of your relationship, but now there won't be any consequences."

"Thank you." Eddie smiled, tears in his eyes as he pulled Wayne into a tight hug. Wayne smiled as a few tears left his eyes. That smile was back.

And so was she

~~~

"CHEATER!" Y/N screamed, her accusing fingers pointed to Eddie as he tried to tuck cards under his plate.

"AM NOT!" he yelled back. His hand crumbled up another card he tried to hide. His girlfriend's eyes were watching his every move.

"WAYNE!" she yelled, the older man got off the couch and walked to the table. The board game is on the table, dice everywhere, and a mess of cards.

"Check his hand." She said a smile on her face. She knew Eddie was about to be caught.

"Wayne! Who are you gonna believe? Me or her?" Eddie gasped

"Your girlfriend." Wayne laughed, easily tackling Eddie to the floor as he tried to get the card out of his hand.

"GOT IT!" Wayne cheered, snatching the crumbled card. He held out his hand and yanked Eddie to his feet. Then placed the card in Y/N's hand.

"I knew it!" She said, slamming down the card she needed to win.

"Thank you, Uncle Wayne." She laughed as she high-fived him.

"He always cheats," Wayne whispered, leaning down to kiss the top of her head. "Now I'm off to bed. Try not to be too loud. Big day tomorrow!"

"Good luck at the job interview," Y/N said, Wayne thanked her as he shut his bedroom door.

He smiled as he crawled into bed, the sound of Eddie's laughter and Y/N's screams filled the trailer.

Now the sound of that was worth quitting a job for.

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toomuchracket · 8 months

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Feel like matty and the boys are the type of dads that would dress up for their children’s birthday parties 🤣🤣 like you know how you can hire entertainers who will dress up as people for kids, I can 100% see matty in like a Spider-Man costume and his kids just being mesmerised and then one of them clicking on that it’s actually their dad 🤣

HA i love this. let's say in the d word universe, lyla and alex have a phase of being obsessed with the spider-man cartoons when they get a little bit older (maybe keir gets them into it when they're over at uncle ross's house or something!), and for alex's 6th birthday matty's like "you know what? i'm gonna dress up as spider-man for a bit at his party and entertain the kids". and you're like "😬 is that wise? if they figure out it's you then all hell will break loose. tears and tantrums all round", and matty's like "babe it'll be fine they'll have no idea. i'll do like 20 mins and an accent"; you raise a brow like "you can maintain a decent american accent for that long?", and matty's like "probably. surely the actor parents genes are in here somewhere. if not, i'll just do a backflip". you wince like "really? i didn't know you could do that", and matty smirks like "well, baby, i'm quite agile" - you nod like "yeah, i knew that one, alright", and matty laughs and hugs you. into his shoulder, you murmur "i can't talk you out of this, can i?", and matty says "not at all, sweetheart"; you sigh as you pull back like "alright then. but you have to get a costume that looks like the andrew garfield one, promise me", and matty's confused like "but the kids haven't seen those films yet". smirking, you kiss his cheek and say "no, that caveat is one for mummy, not the kids", and matty's jaw drops like "oh, we need to unpack THAT one later. but alright, darling, i'll see what i can find costume-wise".

he doesn't show you the costume until the actual day of alex's party, though, A) in case he or lyla were to walk in on him wearing it or swipe onto a pic on your phone while they watched peppa on youtube (as kids are wont to do) and B) in case you went catatonic at the sight of matty dressed like one of your formative on-screen crushes (he pestered you until you admitted it, said "that's quite valid of you actually. handsome man. great actor", and giggled at how flustered you got during the laptop smashing scene when you watched the social network together). you get to ogle him for a couple of minutes before he goes out and entertains the kids, and naturally matty's a flirty little shit with you, making you feel up his biceps because "i don't feel like the fabric's sitting right, sweetheart" - he also does the half-mask kiss with you right before he goes into the garden, which makes your knees weaken a little more than his kisses normally do lol. anyway, the performance is actually a success; he manages one flippy thing, which impresses the kids and makes adam go "well, that'll be his back fucked, then", and does a semi-decent accent that george and ross will nevertheless rib him for for the next 3-5 business days. alex is overjoyed by the whole thing, and is having such a good time with his friends that he doesn't even seem to clock that matty is nowhere to be found - lyla, however, isn't so easily duped. once he's changed back into regular clothes, matty finds her hanging around in the kitchen by herself trying to steal all the gummy bears from the bowls of haribos; he's like "you alright, munchkin? i heard i missed spider-man while i was at the loo", and lyla rolls her eyes like "i know it was you in the suit, dad". there's no point lying to her, he thinks, so he steals a cola bottle sweet and says "how could you tell?", and she says "you used one of the same voices you use for bedtime stories". matty's lowkey taken aback at how perceptive she is, but before he can say anything she keeps talking like "but it was nice you did that for alex. i mean, actual spider-man is definitely too busy to come to a birthday party in london" - matty smiles at that - "but alex sent him an invite anyway because he really wanted him to be here. don't worry, dad, i won't tell him it was really you. i think it's cool what you did". and matty scoops her up into a hug like "should've realised you'd figure it out, my clever girl! and that's very considerate of you to keep it a secret from alex. secrets aren't always good, but in this instance i think it's the right thing. m'proud of you, munchkin"; lyla quietly snuggles into her dad for a second, before she says "will you teach me how to do the flip thing you did?", and matty laughs like "in a little bit, darling. but let's go and get some cake first, yeah?" <3

#the thought of matty in a spiderman costume is doing terrible things to my psyche. need it #mads answers asks #matty asks #fluff asks #d word matty #literal d word

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volturiwolf · 5 months

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Ker si en delček vzela s seboj - Bojan x fem!musician!reader - part 2

A/N: Sentences/words written in italics are in their native languages.

A/N 2: Not everything is accurate/according to what actually happened. Many things are made up, like this story.

A/N 3: This story and the way the characters play out have nothing to do with the real people. This is an imaginary story, in an imaginary world, with imaginary situations.

This series contains mature/adult content (use of drugs and alcohol, explicit material, swearing, etc).

I woke up in the morning, having no idea what time it was. My eyes felt so heavy I could barely open them, but I knew I had to eventually, because if I didn't, I'd quickly fall back asleep again.

So, I forced myself to open them, expecting to find a sleepy Bojan lying beside me. Though, when I did manage to fully open my eyes, I realized that Bojan was gone and I wasn't wearing my nightgown anymore. Or my underwear if I were honest.

I jumped off the bed, covering myself with the sheets, whisper-shouting "Bojan? Bojan?" around the room, hoping he was in the bathroom.

"Bojan's not here, (Y/N)."

I turned around to see Mini having a smoke on the balcony. She had changed clothes since last night. But how did she, if she slept over at Alex's?

"Bojan was never here, (Y/N). You were hallucinating."

What?

Mini pointed at the bottle of wine on top of my nightstand. "I got this bottle out of curiosity; to see what I'd do to me. I think I got my answer already."

I was still totally confused. Why wasn't Bojan here? What happened last night? What's in that wine? Why was I naked?

I felt a liquid running down the back of my neck and back. I wasn't sweating that much. I patted my head. Was my hair wet?

I stumbled to grab the bottle and check around the label. Shit!

"Why does this wine have cannabis in it?"

"Because I wanted to try it out! Why did you open it?"

"I was tired and I wanted to take a sip. I didn't see what it was!"

"Really? You didn't notice the big skull in the front?"

"At that time, I thought it was just the aesthetic! I didn't think of it! Obviously!"

"Okay, whatever, that doesn't matter right now. What matters is that, even in this state, you're clearly obsessed with Bojan, to the point where you self-destruct yourself. Again. I think it would be better for you AND the band if you stopped…whatever this is. This isn't you. Since when do you even drink so much?!"

I took a look at the bottle in my hands. Over half of it was gone. I'd usually have a glass or two and feel dizzy, but half of this? How did I even make it out alive?

"We’re less than a month away from the Semi-Finals and we have to think of the competition. YOU have to think of the competition. You have to focus on the competition, not hoping for someone who gave you mixed signals once and nothing more after that. Okay, (Y/N)? I sound cruel; I know that, but this is important for all of us. So, try to forget him and whatever he’s doing.”

Mini did sound cruel like she always did, but once again, she made sense. We were here to compete in a music competition that was broadcasted to the whole world. We were given a once-in-a-lifetime chance to show our talent to the world; to show that Greek can be as successful a language as English or other languages in the competition. Thinking of Bojan, or anyone else for the matter, should and could wait.

“Yeah. You’re right. I should focus on our goals.”

“I knew you’d see that. I don’t say that you shouldn’t be friends or whatever you are even supposed to be right now, but think that we don’t do this just for ourselves but for the whole country, our families, and friends. To give them something to be proud of.” Mini caressed my cheek, her eyes pinned on me, full of meaning, reminding me to forget about unrelated things and not fuck up, like we promised to ourselves. "And try to take care of yourself, okay? Don't do crazy shit anymore."

“Okay, Mini. I understood that in the first place.” She didn’t have to be mean about it by bringing up such seriousness when we were supposed to have fun, no matter the result.

“I’m going back to the boys before they start to worry even more. When you called us last night and started blurring things on your phone, we all got worried for you. I’ll go calm them down.” Mini kissed my cheek and left me with thoughts racing through my mind.

What even happened last night? I barely remember myself tasting the 'wine' Mini brought here. But the evidence didn't lie. The bottle was almost gone; no glass needed.

I tried to trace my steps back to anything that could possibly remind me of last night. The room was a bit messy, but that was probably because I messed up everything around already. I quickly put on a bra, underwear, a t-shirt, and shorts that I grabbed from my suitcase, and took two aspirins from the shared suitcase, along with some water, before I went on to investigate.

At first glance, the bed sheets were messy - I slept in them, after all. Mini and I's shared suitcase was open and a few snacks were missing - just like in my hallucination. Though when I looked over at the couch, they weren't there. I found them, at some point, under the bed, by Mini's side; all open, all partially consumed. Snacks that I wouldn't normally eat.

I went over to the bathroom, where I supposedly called Mini. There was still water dripping down the shower door and walls, and a few used towels tossed on the floor. Some black details stood out from the pile of white towels. I was disgusted that I had to go through the used fabrics, but I was now pretty sure that I made this mess anyway.

Pulling out the foreign fabric from the pile, I felt like I was instantly hit by a brick wall. It was a pair of “SEIZE THE DAY” boxers, and I knew already that there were only 5 people - maybe more, but I for sure knew 5 people - who only wore those for promotion.

I felt numb and dizzy. Who was here and left with no underwear? Why did he take his underwear off in the first place? What have I done? And most importantly, with whom?

I tried to gather up my mind, trying to remember anything from last night, but the more I did, the more my head hurt. I let myself slide on the floor, still holding the underwear in my hand. It didn’t have an identifier whose underwear it could be, but it was the only clue that narrowed down my hotel room’s “intruder”.

Also, the fact that Kris and Nace had girlfriends, narrowed down the results to 3 people. And I still didn’t want to think that I may have done something with any of those three. It would be so awkward and bad if I ever got to look any of them in the eyes, which was inevitable since today was the pre-party.

I cursed myself for getting wasted a day before the pre-party when we should have been focused on getting well-rested and performing for the fans. As painful as it was, I had to clear out everything before I could even walk on stage.

I pulled myself up and embraced myself. Just to be sure, I searched again through the pile until I confirmed that that was where I also got naked when I found my own underwear and the nightgown I was missing. I sighed heavily, before washing my hands meticulously.

I grabbed my phone and then it hit me: I was talking to my friends last night. Maybe I should have looked at my phone first. I clicked on the messages first. I had sent a message to Alex at 01:13, saying nothing - it was basically Greek letters here and there, making no sense. But Alex only read the message two and a half hours later.

I scrolled through my texts, having sent messages to all my bandmates after I texted Alex, and got no response. Still, no response from them for at least 2 or 3 hours. I saw that, for some reason, I texted Bojan?! I pressed to see the conversation, and it was so embarrassing from the very start:

(Y/N): Γειά, Μπουποογαν. Τι κνς; Πς εσιδοδςξφω ; !23μξ

B: ???

(Y/N): *Μπόγιαν *κάνεις u no wut? I ain’t gon try

B: (Y/N)? Are you texting me?

(Y/N): Yeaaa! How d u no it was m?

B: I suppose because you texted in…Greek? And your name is literally at the top of my screen.

(Y/N): hihihi

B: Btw this is Jan, Bojan is taking a shower and he’s taking too long in the bathroom, as usual.

(Y/N): cm here then.

B: What?

(Y/N): Bojan’s tkng 2 long. cm here. i’m alone

B: To do what?

(Y/N): 2 tk a showr. i no mind. i hav e3tr towls

B: Hey, can I text you from my number? It’s 0038659…..

(Y/N): Sur!

The texts stopped there, so I switched to the conversation with Jan’s number on it.

J: Hey, (Y/N). Are you okay? Where are your bandmates?

(Y/N): Out. they lef me her. min left a bootle vine. it tast fun. will u cm ovwer?

J: Okay, I will. You need someone to take care of you. I guess I’ll have to for now. I’ll be there in 5’.

(Y/N): Ok, Janci. c u soun.

The texts stopped there, and now I knew who I’d have to talk to about all this mess. What was I even thinking when I told him to come over to shower? Who does that? Why am I so cringy?

Talking to Jan was now my number one priority. I saw myself in the mirror; I was presentable enough to go out of my room, despite the obvious tiredness I still felt. I grabbed a purse and threw my keys and my phone in, and I put Jan’s underwear in my shorts’ pocket, heading to the elevator. Normally, I’d take the stairs, but I didn’t trust my legs now to get me up two floors. I looked around, seeing if anyone was watching me before I stepped in.

Within a couple of minutes, I was standing in front of Jan’s door. It was either that or one of three in total. Joker Out were spread among three different rooms, just like we were because the organizers preferred us to sleep in proper beds rather than couches.

I knocked on the door, waiting for someone to open up. After a minute, I knocked again, still waiting for an answer. The door opened, and a rather sleepy and upset Nace opened up. His hair was messy, but, thankfully, he was wearing pajamas.

“(Y/N)?” His voice was deeper than usual, and he sounded somewhat surprised or irritated, I couldn’t figure out which one. He was trying to rub sleep off of his eyes, but I was certain he’d rather be sleeping than talking to anyone right now.

“Hey, Nace, I’m sorry to bother you. Do you know where Jan’s room is? I needed to ask him something… About guitars.” The lie came out easily; of course, a guitarist would talk to another guitarist about guitars. Duh!

“Okay? He’s in room 507, down the hall.” He pointed towards my left side.

“Thank you.” I smiled at him, and he smiled a bit in response.

I waited until he shut his door to take a breath and embrace myself because shit was getting real and I still hadn’t decided what I was going to say to Jan. I walked down the hall until I found Jan’s door and knocked on it, a bit harsher than before.

I waited and waited, and knocked again. Either those guys were all passed out or they slept more heavily than even I did. The door opened, and while I was expecting to face Jan, I didn’t. Bojan opened up the door and he looked just as surprised as I was.

“Bojan?”

“Hey, (Y/N). Long time no see, right?” He laughed awkwardly.

“Yeah, it’s…been a while, right? Like a week? Less than a week?” I laughed back at him, also awkwardly. “I heard you got sick by the way. I’m so sorry. Do you feel any better now?”

He laughed but he was a bit more genuine than I was. “Yeah, I was a bit sick, but I’m better now, thank you for your worry. And I mean since we really saw each other. Back in Barcelona?”

“Oh, yeah. Things are going by so fast and you guys are growing so successful, and the interviews, and meet and greets, and everything, you know. And I met some of the girls that participate in the contest, and I thought it’d be good to connect with them too, you know?” I was trying to hide my nervousness, but my delirium did not help.

“Yeah, yeah. But I’d like to hang out again, whenever you feel like it, okay? I don’t want to intervene in your busy schedule, so just tell me when.” He laughed and my heart filled with the warmth of his charm. It was so easy to fall for the singer, and so hard to forget him.

“Don’t worry, if I ever find some time and want to hang out with anyone, I’ll let you know.”

“Okay.” His eyes were sparkling, and I had to remind myself why I was actually there.

“Right. Ehm, is Jan here? I needed to talk to him about guitars.”

“Guitars?” He raised one eyebrow as if he was trying to figure out both me and the real reason I was there.

“Yeah… I was actually looking for new guitars but I could not decide between a few models, so I needed some other guitarist’s expertise on it. And I figured out Jan knows his guitars and he could suggest something to me.”

“Oh, okay. I thought you knew more about guitars since you play better - and longer - than Jan, but don’t tell him I said that. I’ll never hear the end of it.” He put one finger on his lips to emphasize the ‘not telling Jan’ part.

“I would never tell him, I promise.” I raised my pinky and we made a ‘secret’ pact with our pinkies. “But I’m pretty indecisive about everything and anything. I really get stuck on the details and in the end, I have to use one of my old guitars. And I really have to buy a new one. That thing’s crying for help.”

Bojan let out a laugh, not taking his eyes off me yet. “Okay. I’ll leave you two alone to talk. I’ll go see Jure. Props to you if you manage to wake him up. He came back from your room really early today.” He winked at me and walked towards the path I came from.

I froze. How did Bojan know? Was it the texts on his phone? It was probably the texts on his phone! How much did he read? But he didn’t know what happened! Did Jan tell him anything? I didn’t even know what happened!

I felt my cheeks burning up from the embarrassment, but I remembered that I was still standing alone under the doorframe. I stepped into the hotel room and walked towards the beds where a sleepy Jan was lying, trying to avoid the small piles of clothes around the bed that were scattered all across the room. I approached his side.

He looked so peaceful and cute when he was sleeping. His lips looked full and puffy as they always were, and his hair was stuck around his face, but he looked like the most beautiful person I had ever seen at that very moment. He was also shirtless - I hoped he was just shirtless - and his chest was showing.

I couldn’t deny that I liked Jan - maybe, at first, not as much as Bojan, but my mind was reminding me of the subtle moments Jan and I were close all this time; during the pre-parties, or interviews, or when we would hang out all together.

I may have been focused on Bojan or on avoiding Bojan and thought that Jan was only a character in the background, but he was actually the quiet, discreet friend I needed. And apparently, the only one who immediately came to help me when I was at my lowest last night.

“Hey, Jan? Janči?” I whispered, trying to wake him up but not scare him. I shook him a bit - it didn’t work. I slid my hand through his hair. It was so soft, luscious, and shiny. And they were definitely still wet.

The feeling of caressing Jan’s head lit a memory in my mind of something that I either dreamed about or that actually happened, but I couldn’t remember exactly what, as the spark left as fast as it came. The sensation seemed to stir Jan a bit.

He mumbled a few things, but the only thing I could make out of his words was the sweet, yet deep “Bojči?” His voice was deeper and more coarse than usual, and it caused sensations all over my back, neck, and head.

“Hey, Jan, I’m not Bojan. Can you please wake up? I want to talk to you.”

He could barely open his eyes, but he seemed to recognize me quickly because he slipped away from my touch, trying to cover himself up. “(Y/N)? What are you doing here?” His eyes were popping out, and his hair was still sticking all over his face.

“Ehm, I don’t know where to start, so I’m just gonna give you this one back.” I reached out and grabbed Jan’s underwear from my pocket. It took him a few seconds to realize what it was, but when he did, he reached out to grab it with shaky hands.

“Is this my…?”

“I think so. You’re the one who came by my room last night, right?”

Jan could not speak a word, but, by the way he seemed lost in thought, I assumed he either remembered something or was trying to remember something. “Yeah. Yeah. I came to your room. You…didn’t sound so well from the texts and I got worried. I came to check in on you. You opened the door, and you seemed really drunk. You…danced around? And you sang something in Greek? You offered me wine, I think.” Jan grabbed his head with both hands, and I assumed he had a terrible headache; the result of last night.

I grabbed a couple of aspirins that I knew I always left in my bag and the bottle of water standing on his nightstand. “Open up.” Jan opened his mouth and I popped the pills in and carefully gave him some water to swallow them down. “It will take a few minutes but you’ll soon feel a bit better.”

Jan looked at me. He was calmer now, his eyes shining, and whispered a ‘Hvala’. I smiled at him. The more I stared at him, the more fuzzy and warm inside I felt. I didn’t know if that was the result of last night or something I always felt for him deep inside.

I didn’t know what got inside me when I leaned to hug him tightly. Jan seemed taken aback but eventually hugged me back. He smelled like musk, but also baby powder, vanilla, and sandalwood; just like my hallucination Bojan did.

“What’s that for?”

“Because you were the only one who cared about me when I was at my lowest.” I let out a sob I was trying to hold in, and Jan hugged me tighter, one hand caressing me up and down my spine.

We stayed like that for a while. I didn’t want to let go of Jan. For some weird reason that I couldn’t explain, it felt like his hug brought immense meaning within it. In some weird way, it felt like I had someone who looked out for me; someone who cared; someone who wouldn’t like seeing me hurt.

It felt familiar and comforting in a way hugging a friend who you haven’t seen for a while and want to communicate all your feelings to felt like. It felt like a hug between friends who had been through a lot together, and only they could understand each other. In a sense, Jan and I had been going through this unique experience together, though at a bit of different pace, rhythm, and pressure.

But at the same time, it also felt like so much more than a simple hug between friends. Touching him made me feel warm and fuzzy on the inside again, and not in a friendly or cute way. No one could deny that Jan oozed mystery, eroticism, and desire. Every single member of JO looked like a different Greek god, but Jan's mystified persona reminded me of a forbidden fruit that I suddenly and desperately wanted to bite into.

I pulled away from the hug with a sudden hunger for the man before me. His eyes were looking me up and down, just like mine were. The air around us was charged and heavy as neither of us made a move or said anything. I saw Jan gulp and his Adam’s apple bob up and down.

With my newly-found confidence driven by my desire for him, I leaned forward capturing Jan’s lips with mine, as my hands went up to capture his cheeks. Sparks of memories that had most definitely happened bombarded my brain, and I was now sure that Jan and I kissed last night.

In the shower we took together, naked; on our way out of the shower and towards the bed, after we attempted to dry ourselves off; lying on the bed, on our sides, before Jan pulled me on his lap to straddle him.

For some reason, it seemed that, at some point, my brain went off of the effect of the tempered wine, and I knew I was with Jan in the shower, and not Bojan, as my delusional mind wanted me to think. And I was okay with that, as long as he was.

As a response, Jan wrapped his arms around my back, and pulled me impossibly close, so much so that I felt his growing erection, even under the relatively thick fabrics of my underwear, shorts, and bed sheets. I left an involuntary moan on the contact, and Jan took the opportunity to deepen the kiss. I slid my hands through his thick, dark brown hair, pulling slightly, eliciting a moan from him this time.

Hearing him moan was the sexiest sound I had ever heard. His deep voice was already driving me insane, but his deeper moans created another level of ecstasy for me. As my hands were gliding between the back of his neck and his shoulder blades, he slightly pulled away, only to lift my t-shirt off of me and throw it somewhere on the floor.

We went back to making out, but Jan took his chance to leave kisses all over my neck; my weak spot. Goosebumps filled my whole skin, as his lips moved expertly over my cold skin that was now burning up from pleasure and delight. I moaned loudly - open mouth and everything - and I felt Jan smile against my skin.

I had never been touched like that, and though I had experienced neck kisses and whatnot, none of my previous partners was such an expert as Jan apparently was. He was nibbling, biting, leaving open mouth kisses, and generally driving me insane. One of his hands was grabbing a handful of my hair, just like I did, and the other one unclasped my bra. I let out a surprise sound and Jan laughed in return before I finally removed my bra and went back to making out.

Our bodies were pressed against each other and I was already in heaven. Jan’s hands traveled to my shorts, trying to pull them down, exposing my underwear and ass. At that moment, I was certain what was going to happen between us and I was too willing and horny not to respond to his touch.

My shorts being halfway down already gave Jan easier access into my underwear, as he slid one hand in. He started rubbing and circling my clit lightly, making me stand still and forget about everything else. As he started applying a bit more pressure, I could feel my mind slowly numbing; the only thing I felt was pure pleasure building up, and the only thing I heard was my sharp breathing, as Jan worked his magic fingers on me.

But I was also pretty sure that someone had cursed me or given me the eye, because just as my shorts were almost off, exposing the entirety of my underwear and my ass, the door clicked and opened, and Bojan and Jure’s heads popped from the side, now staring at Jan and me. Their expressions were something between shock, embarrassment, and horniness.

I froze, trying to cover myself up, but Jan opted to cover me with the bed sheets and expose himself to his friends, which…could have happened before? I wasn’t sure. He covered his dick with his hands as he walked off the bed, talking to his friends in Slovenian. I wondered what he was telling them because he was stuttering, and I had never heard him stutter this much before.

As Jan was trying to talk to them, Bojan looked at me with a look I couldn’t really decipher; I wanted to say it was a look of jealousy, regret, possessiveness, and lust, but I was probably delusional once again. Did I regret not telling him I liked him since the beginning? Definitely. But would I not have sex with Jan if we weren’t caught? Definitely not.

I liked Jan, just as I liked Bojan, but Jan took his chance when he was given one. Both times. Bojan never approached me like this. Would he if he was given the chance? I wouldn’t know. He treated me as a friend, and then he avoided me, so I avoided him. And then Käärijä came along, and I let them be because he seemed happier all of a sudden. So, I wouldn’t know how and what he felt, and I was too chickened out to ask him directly anyway.

Speaking of Bojan, he just nodded, still looking at me, and he finally left, along with Jure who was smirking wildly and winking at me. If I wasn’t blushing before, I definitely was now. Not only because we got caught but also because we may have become a spectacle for Joker Out to gossip and laugh about. I just wanted the earth to open in two and swallow me whole.

Jan closed the door behind them and turned around to look at me. He looked just as embarrassed as I was, mouth agape, cheeks flushed, and hair somehow messier than before.

“Maybe I should go?” I suggested, and he only nodded. I pointed/asked him to turn around, and he turned his back on me as I was gathering up my clothes and putting them back on. I couldn’t help but take a sneak peek of his ass. Nice.

I quickly got dressed and ready to leave. I was too embarrassed to tell Jan anything, but I didn’t want to leave us on a bad note. I only dared to step on my tiptoes and lightly kiss him on the cheek, before I finally left the room. I didn’t get all the answers I came here for, but I got more than enough, as well as the certainty that this wouldn’t be a one-time thing between Jan and me.

.*.·:·.☽✧✦✧☾.·:·.*.·:·.☽✧✦✧☾.·:·.*.

My head was killing me already, and we still had a long day to go. It was our first performance in the Netherlands, in front of - probably - the biggest crowd I had seen at a pre-party so far. Fans had been gathering outside for a few hours now, while all the performers were inside, practicing before the big show.

Thankfully, everything else, regarding the interviews and sound checks, was going smoothly, and the only thing that bothered me for now was waiting another 10 or so minutes until lunch. The organizers were generous through and through, providing us with dressing rooms, our own bathrooms, extra help for our “instruments”, and a long buffet full of different options, catering to pretty much every dietary need and allergy.

Out of everything, I truly appreciated good food, so when the time came, I ate like I had never eaten before. I didn't expect such good food from Northern Europeans, but everything was delicious. It was probably the first time I didn't care if anyone was watching, and I finally enjoyed food after a long time.

Some would say that sandwiches, tarts, wraps, salads, and side dishes couldn't be considered food; more like snacks. And I would tell them that when you hadn't eaten properly for a while, these "humble" snacks would be considered the best food you had ever had. I grabbed a few snacks here and there and walked towards my bandmates’ table.

“I see we eat.” Alex giggled from my right side. His plate was already full, and he had another one like that next to it.

“They have options! Of course, I’m gonna eat!” It was probably the first time there was such a wide variety of snacks for everyone; usually, there were 5 options max, not over 20.

I went back to eating, finally happy to enjoy food again. While the others started chatting about their night out, I kept quiet, eating and occasionally looking around. The tables’ area wasn’t too big or too small, but with over 40 tables around for the acts and technicians, the room was already crowded. Most performers were sitting at their tables, eating, while others went around to have some chat and fun.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and I turned around to see who it was, still holding my sandwich because if I let it go, I wouldn’t guarantee Alex wouldn’t eat that as well. It was actually Teya and Salena, and I got so excited to see them that I actually let go of my sandwich.

“Hey, girlies!” We went for a group hug. “What are you up to?”

“So,” Salena started speaking, looking at Teya with a look they only understood, “we were thinking of playing a game between us, before the doors open and we have to take the stage. Would you like to join us?”

“What kind of game?”

“We were thinking of playing ‘Would you rather?’” Salena smiled widely.

“Are you sure about that? It can get pretty bad, pretty fast.”

“It will be just a few of us.”

“How few, Teya?”

“About 26.”

“26 are ‘a few’?!”

“Please, (Y/N)! Please, please, please!”

“I don’t know, guys.”

“Well, if only you come from your band, it will be 22, plus Alessandra and Brunette as the mediators, but we wanted to include as many people as possible.”

“Okay, I guess. I’ll come with you. Mainly because I like you too much to lose this opportunity to spend some time together and probably laugh at everyone.”

Teya and Salena cheered at that and squeezed me into another group hug. They were such nice and open people, honestly, and I couldn’t say no to whatever they asked me. I slipped away just for a second to tell my friends “I would go play with the other kids” and if they wanted to come. They laughed but refused to leave the table, saying that they may come by later.

I told them I’d see them in a bit, before I was dragged away by Teya and Salena, who, for some reason, were too excited for this whole ‘game’ we were going to play. I wondered what they had in their mind. Walking away from the table area, we walked towards the dressing rooms area where the others were already gathered. Jan smiled at me and I smiled back, feeling my heart fluttering.

“Okay, guys. Gather up. If we want to play this game right, we must explain the rules first.” Alessandra started. “We’ll ask a question and we’ll give you two options. If you choose option A, you’ll move towards me, to your left. If you choose option B, you’ll move towards Brunette’s side, to your right. Got it? Let’s start.”

We all walked in a line between the two girls, ready for the game to start. It seemed fun as a concept, but I was worried about the weird questions that were most likely to come.

“Okay, first question: Would you rather never be stuck in traffic again or never get another cold?’

That was so easy for me. My friends knew how much I hated getting sick, even if it was a small cold because I couldn’t stop complaining every time I got sick. And as for the traffic, there was no way you wouldn’t be stuck in traffic in Thessaloniki. One accident on the ring road around the city, and chaos was sure to ensue in the city.

A few chose never to get stuck in traffic, but I saw Bojan at my side, probably because of his latest experience which made him lose a couple of days before he could finally fly to Amsterdam. I laughed to myself.

“Would you rather travel the world for a year, all expenses paid, or have 40,000 euros to spend on whatever you want?”

This time I moved towards Alessandra’s side. It had always been a dream of mine to travel around the world, but the financial part was what prevented me. If I could travel, I’d travel the whole of Europe, and then the Americas, Oceania, Asia, and then Africa. If I could, I’d also love to travel to Antarctica, just for the experience. I saw that everyone had actually chosen the same thing.

“Would you rather be the only one drunk at a party or the only one sober?⁠”

Oh, that was a good one, but I knew already so I moved to Brunette’s side.

“Really, (Y/N)?” Jure called from the “only one drunk” side, smirking and laughing.

“Yeah. Alcohol gets to me quickly. I don’t look good drunk.”

I thought I heard Jan whispering “You do.” from nearby, also having chosen the “only one sober” side. I felt my cheeks burning slightly at Jan’s cute comment, and I tried to hide my involuntary smile, going back in the line.

“Okay. The next question is not really a ‘would you rather’, but I really like it: Cats or dogs?”

Also easy. Probably the easiest to answer, as I moved to Alessandra’s side, along with Jure, Jan, and Kris, out of the 22 of us.

“Really?!” Jure questioned me.

“Yeah! I love cats! I actually had a family cat. Well, my sister did, but we all took care of him.” The memory of our baby brought me instant sadness.

Jan noticed. “What happened to him?”

“It’s a really long story. But…he was hit by a car.” It was still difficult to think about it.

Jan didn’t say a word but caressed my knuckles in understanding. As a cat dad himself, I couldn’t even imagine the pain he’d feel if anything happened to his cat, Igor.

"I'll be honest. I'm actually surprised that you, Kris, chose cats. I thought of you as more of a dog person."

"Yeah, dogs are cool, but I really like cats. They're fun and relaxed. And also crazy and hyperactive, which is me in both cases." The tallest guy of all here laughed, and his face turned bright pink. The young one was adorable.

“So, no dogs then?” Bojan tried to put his two cents in the conversation.

“No, not really. I’m actually terrified of dogs. I’ve been chased…3 times before. Two of them I was really young. One was many years later. It was a tiny dog but still, I haven’t run faster in my life.” I laughed, as others joined me, and we walked back in line.

“I can help you with your fear if you would like.” Bojan whispered from behind me.

“I appreciate that, but there’s nothing and nobody to help me get over my phobia.” I whispered back at him, snorting.

“I can try.” I felt him smirking.

“We’ll see about that.” I turned my focus on Alessandra and Brunette, as Bojan caressed my back. His touch brought goosebumps all over my back and sides, but I refused to react in any way.

“Next question is triggering for Alessandra.” Brunette laughed, as she continued, “Would you rather eat pasta with ketchup or carrots with Nutella?”

“Are the carrots boiled, grilled, or raw?” Kris asked a reasonable question because I also had that same question.

“Let’s say raw.” Alessandra answered, with an eyebrow raised, waiting for people’s answers.

I moved to Alessandra’s side and she kept looking at me as I kept looking at her. It felt like a scene from ‘The Office’.

“Ma perché, (Y/N)? Perché?” Alessandra turned into a triggered Italian within seconds.

“‘Cause I’ve eaten pasta with ketchup before. It’s not that bad, though it is really sweet. But if you said boiled carrot, I’d probably try that. So…it’s really on you.” I was holding back my laughter as Ales was fighting to keep the Italian in her but chose to laugh instead, thankfully.

“Next question: Would you rather get rich in a way that upsets your family or just make enough money to live?”

That was a question that divided us. Almost half chose one side and the other half chose the other side.

“Does anyone want to elaborate on choosing option A?” Asked Brunette.

“Well, we already do something that upsets our family one way or another, so we might as well get rich out of it.” Jan stated the obvious.

“I second that. Balkan parents can disapprove of anything that’s not university-, teaching-, doctor-, or lawyer-related.” I replied, and others also seemed to agree with Jan and me.

“Well, it makes sense, I guess. I haven’t experienced that ‘disapproval’, honestly, so I wouldn't know.” Alessandra shrugged. Lucky you.

“Next question: Would you rather stay in or go out on a Friday night?”

Again, easy for me, as I walked over to Alessandra’s side. Only Jan followed me this time.

“Okay, party people.” I laughed at the 20 people who were standing across from me.

“Do you seriously prefer to stay in instead of going out, (Y/N)?” Salena questioned me, dancing around a bit.

“Yeah! The most I went out clubbing was when I was 16, and that was a long time ago. But seriously, I so much prefer staying in, watching Netflix, listening to music, coming up with lyrics or melodies, sleeping, or just lying down on the couch. But don’t target me! Jan chose the same thing!”

“Jan is a cat. He’s tired of everything, and prefers sleeping in.” Nace burst into laughter, and Bojan, Kris, and Jure followed suit.

“Jure is also a cat!” I pointed out the obvious.

“Yeah, but Jure is a crazy, orange cat. You can’t stop him when he starts going crazy.” Kris replied, in between laughs, and the JO boys started singing “And when the world got me going crazy”, like they usually did.

Yeah, Jure seemed nuts, but in a good way. He was good nuts. He probably was the impersonation of everyone’s impulsive thoughts put into one person. I loved that for him. He was everything I sometimes wished I was, but I still knew that I got bored of everything as quickly as I got interested in them.

“Okay, fair enough. But, side note, if you manage to convince me to go out, and I’m actually having a good time, you won’t be able to get me back home early. Just ask my bandmates.” I raised an eyebrow, smirking. It was true that I didn’t enjoy going out, but once I was mentally prepared to go out, nothing else mattered.

“We’ll note it down for the next time, then.” Jure smiled and winked at me, while Jan coughed next to me, to which the older blonde stopped smiling. I didn’t want to know what was going on between them, though I had a thought.

“Ehm…”, Alessandra interrupted whatever was going on, “...should I continue? The next questions are…a bit…sexual.” She pursed her lips, not knowing what to do.

There were a lot of enthusiastic “Yeah!”s, mostly from the guys, so Alessandra had no other option but to go on.

Alessandra shallowed before asking “Would you rather have a sex playlist with classical music on it or hardcore rock?”

I walked towards Brunette’s side, mostly because I didn’t enjoy classical music in any situation, and hardcore rock could, most likely, lead to hardcore situations - not that I had ever lived something like that, but a girl can only dream, right?

What surprised me was that there were a few people who chose classical music over hardcore rock, like Alika, Andrejs, Jeffery, Andrii, Mia, Mae, and even Salena, who I thought was an actual rocker. Other than that, I expected that Joker Out and Jere would choose the hardcore rock.

“Okay, the next question is worse, so I’m gonna have Brunette ask the questions from now on.”

Brunette laughed, until she saw the question, swallowing. “Ehm, okay this is awkward, I’m just gonna start with that. Would you rather have long, slow sex or a quickie?”

Oh, that was an embarrassingly interesting question to which I didn’t have a direct reply. Both were enjoyable, each one in their own nature and sense, under different circumstances and times, and each one required different prerequisites. I decided to remain neutral.

“(Y/N)? Will you pick a side?” Alessandra showed between both lines.

“I think I’ll remain neutral in this question, ‘cause I cannot choose both at the same time, right?”

“No, but is it even allowed? Can you remain neutral?”

The others started whispering around, not knowing if there were even rules for this game.

“Okay, let’s just say you can remain neutral if you cannot pick a side. Anyone else wants to switch after that?”

And suddenly, pretty much everyone moved between the two girls, not actually knowing definitively what to choose between the two options. I smirked because I was pretty sure nobody preferred either over the other; they each had their own magic and their different needs to fulfill, so, personally, I could never say one was better than the other.

“Okay, and last question because we don’t want to go out on the stage looking like that. Would you rather be kissed all day or teased all day?”

I took a minute to think well about it, before moving to Brunette’s side for the last time. Funny thing was that both Jan and Bojan chose the same thing as I did, and it really made me wonder how it would feel like to tease them all day long. Or be teased by them all day long. Fuck! Focus, (Y/N)! Though, thinking about it again, it didn’t seem right to ‘play’ with both of them like that, or them playing with me.

“I think we’re not gonna go with a follow-up question, just for the sake of our own sanity, okay? We learned a lot about each other already.” Alessandra looked like she was gonna have a meltdown, and I wanted to laugh looking at her, but it wasn’t appropriate.

I turned to look at Teya and Salena, and mouthed a “I told you it’d turn really bad, really quickly.” Both girls slightly blushed, but still laughed quietly. I guessed they seemed to like the whole thing that led us to open up at this level.

I took a look at my phone. We still had about 30 minutes to be done with lunch before the doors opened for the audience, and we had to go backstage to get ready. I thought I had enough time to grab something to eat, so I walked back to the table where my bandmates were still sitting, having eaten my food as well.

I gave Alex an unamused look because I was certain he was the one who ate my food, to which he just smiled and did a halo above his head. That bitch ate twice or thrice as much as the average person and was still fit. I wondered how he would actually look like if he didn’t spend so much time at the gym.

I rolled my eyes, walking toward the bathroom to look myself up and fix whatever needed to be fixed. In reality, I could spend hours looking at myself, staring at every imperfection and messing up with every single pimple or scar I saw.

I tried to keep myself from reopening wounds, but they always fascinated me too much not to scratch them. I liked the way my blood dripped on small streaks. I didn’t think of myself as ‘weird’ on that topic, until others pointed it out - that it was weird to scratch my healing wounds, just to see the blood dripping.

I tried extra hard to control myself, especially now that we were watched by the general public. I didn’t want people to think I was weird, but I couldn’t find any alternatives or solutions, and the more I kept looking at myself and the small bumps on the surface of my skin, the more I imagined some pimples here and there, and the more my hands were eating me to scratch and pinch my skin.

I needed to keep myself occupied before I dared touch my face. I needed a smoke. I walked out of the bathroom, looking for someone who I knew smoked a lot and pretty much everywhere and every time I saw him. I found him sitting at their table, eating and chatting with Kris.

“Hey, Jure? Can I ask you a favor?”

The blonde man turned around on his chair, swallowing down his food before answering. “Yeah, sure.”

“Do you have a cig to spare?”

He looked at me in slight disbelief. “Yeah. Let me check.” He stuck his hand in his pocket and pulled out half a pack of cigarettes. “I didn’t know you smoked.”

“I usually don’t. I haven’t smoked in a while, actually, but I need it right now.”

Jure passed me the pack and a purple lighter. “Take them if you want. I have more with me.”

“Are you sure? I just needed one.”

“Yeah, I am. One is never enough, (Y/N).” He smiled understandingly.

“Hvala, Jurček.” I put the pack and lighter in my pocket, so nobody could see, and smiled at my peer, who, though blonde and Slovene, was acting like a proper Greek, or, better yet, a true Balkan.

I walked towards the nearest exit, letting the cool air hit me. I was grateful for how cool the air was at times in Northern Europe. Back home, it was cool but still warmer than here. Here I would still need a jacket in a month or so, while t-shirts and sleeveless dresses would be the only things I could handle with Greece’s heat.

I leaned against the wall, taking a breath and trying to loose my thoughts. I looked around to make sure nobody was there, before pulling the pack from my pocket and taking a cigarette out. I lit it and took a puff, feeling the smoke filling my insides quickly. I coughed a bit, quite unused to smoking for a while. The more I puffed, the quicker my lungs remembered how it was when I smoked.

I usually didn’t drink alcohol or regular coffee; I usually didn’t smoke. But I seemed to have stepped over a few ‘rules’ of mine lately, so why not break more? I wondered when was the last time I smoked. I hadn’t smoked either since before Covid or for two years now; I wasn’t sure. But I know I did smoke shisha at some point during the last 2 or 3 years, and I had also picked up vaping at some point.

It didn’t matter anyway. The smoke was slowly obfuscating my mind enough to make me forget about my sudden worries or my habit and urge to ‘self-destruct’, as my friends called me picking on my skin, among other things.

I told Jure I would only smoke one cig, but he was right. One cig led to another one, as the smoke burned my tongue and made me dizzy enough to finally relax. I didn't even look up when the exit door near me opened, not caring if anyone saw me now. My bandmates knew me already, and I didn't care enough for anyone else's opinion.

"Hey, (Y/N), Kris told me I'd find you here." I would recognize that voice among a thousand others. Because that voice still made me weak on my knees.

"Yeah, I wanted to take a break. You?"

"I wanted to talk to you."

"Oh." I wouldn't expect him to talk to me, especially after our awkward encounter earlier that day. Being surrounded by others calmed the awkwardness, but the two of us alone?

"You shouldn't be smoking, you know." He looked at me sadly, but he also was clearly criticizing me.

"Bojan, I've seen you smoke as well. And you're your band's singer. Nothing will happen if I smoke." I took another drag of the cigarette before it was snatched and stomped on by Bojan's foot.

"Ei! Why are you trying to take charge? Go back inside! Your band will be looking for you." I reached into my pocket to grab another cigarette before Bojan grabbed them and threw them away.

"What are you doing? These weren't yours!"

"They weren't yours either. Why are you trying to hurt yourself?"

Why did he seem to know everything that was going on with me? "I'm not trying to hurt myself. Just…mind your own business, please." I didn't want to be mad at him, but I had no patience at all.

"I cannot watch you do that to yourself. You're too good and too innocent to smoke. Don't hurt yourself, please." Bojan's hand caressed my cheek lightly as his eyes half-closed, and my heart was about to burst out of my chest.

I didn't want to like him - I needed to forget him, so I could try with Jan, something which I wanted, but Bojan didn't seem to share the same intentions with me. Before I could even process a thought to blurt out, he leaned forward and pressed a light kiss on my lips.

Despite how small and soft that kiss was, it still made me feel heavenly. I didn't realize I had closed my eyes, and when I opened them, Bojan was still looking at me, smirking lightly, probably seeing how much he affected me.

"Don't play with me, Cvjetićanin. I'm not in the mood for games."

"I'm not, believe me. I like you. A lot. I have liked you since Barcelona. And I'm tired of trying to hide it just because I don't know how you feel about me. I want to know how you feel, (Y/N)."

It took me a minute to process a thought. "What if it's not what you want to hear?"

Bojan gulped deeply. "I'll respect your decision and I won't try to pursue you anymore. I'll move on and won't disturb you ever again if that's what you want. Or we can stay friends, or whatever you want."

I bit my tongue, trying to think of a way to let him down slowly, but I had to be honest, otherwise, everything would turn against me eventually.

"For everyone's sake, I'll tell you the truth. My truth. And frankly, I don't care what you or anyone else thinks at the end, okay?"

Bojan simply nodded, waiting for me to finally speak up.

"I have liked you since our tour around Barcelona. On the first night, at the lobby hotel, when we first met, I thought you were obnoxious and thought of yourself as above everyone else. But you're not. You're a good person and that's what attracted me to you. But you're also a serious flirt, and when I saw you with Mae, I lost it."

"You're talking? I lost it when I saw you on Alex's lap. I thought you guys were together and every chance I got to get to you was lost at that very moment."

"What are you talking about? Alex and I are just friends! That's what we do! We're so close to each other that it seems weird to an outsider but we've been in the same band for a decade. Aren't you, Kris, and Jan like this? You've known each other forever!"

"Well, yeah, but…"

"Don't assume situations, Bojan. Just because you see two people close to each other, doesn't mean they're together, or fucking, or whatever."

"But you assumed the same thing about me!"

"Yeah, because you were actively flirting with pretty much everyone. And I am tired of this behavior. I've been through it before, I don't want to relive it. So, I decided that I'm gonna protect myself first, and that's when I started avoiding you. And then, you were flirting with Noa, and I had seen your post about Noa, Bojči, so don't try to deny that you like her."

"I'm not, but I don't like her the way I like you. That post was way before I got to meet and know you. To be honest, I forgot about her the moment I saw you."

"And then, it was Käärijä, who I actually love and respect a lot, so when I saw you were genuinely happy when you were with him, it made me realize that I may have finally lost you, but at least you found someone who puts a genuine smile on your face, and who makes you forget all your worries."

"Jere is just a friend. Yeah, we like to play this 'will they/won't they' game, because for some reason it excites the fans, but I don't think of him like that, (Y/N). Not entirely, at least. I'm not against gay people, I'm an ally, but that's all we are. That's all we ever were."

"I'm an ally too, and part of the community actually, which was why my first thought was that you like him as more than a friend. And still, if you ever felt something more about him, you should let him know, before it’s too late. Don’t make the same mistake I did. Otherwise, you’ll end up confused and lost, and you won’t know what to do or say.”

“You are LGBTQ+?” Bojan was now looking at me with a lot of genuine curiosity, not weirdness or disgust.

“Yeah, I’m bi, actually.” It was probably the first time I was so casual about my sexuality with someone I didn’t know that well. Because, let’s be honest, despite the attraction and the hangouts, I didn’t actually know Bojan, and there were a lot of malicious people around, but my gut told me it would be okay to tell him.

“Oh, that’s nice. I’m happy for you. But, I still want to ask you. Forget about Mae, Noa, and Jere. Forget about Jan.” I took a deep, shaky breath in, upon hearing Jan’s name. “Would you have ever given me a chance to get together? Would you have given us a chance?”

“I would. Honestly. It would have taken some time to think about it, definitely, because I overthink everything, but I would. But you never showed me a sign that you actually liked me, and you flirted around; you didn’t try to hang out with me, and I don’t think I had talked to you face to face until this morning.”

“I saw you with Alex and I assumed things, but I could see after that that you were avoiding me and you were looking at me weirdly like you wanted to choke me or something.” Bojan laughed, but it was a somewhat pitiful laugh.

I laughed along. “It’s just my ‘resting bitch face’. Don’t think I wanted to kill you or something. But I did try to avoid you, so I wouldn’t have to deal with all those emotions and fall on my face when nothing worked out.”

“What about Jan? Do you like him?”

I moved my body back and forth, nodding my head. “I do. Jan was surprisingly always there, even if he was too quiet to notice him. He was subtle and likable. And after yesterday, it was too sudden and intense, and I realized I like him too.”

Bojan looked down at his feet. “I see. Did you sleep with him yesterday?”

“Not that I remember, no.” I did remember making out with him, but in my mind, I had no recollection of having sex with Jan.

“Would you? If we didn’t interrupt you?”

“Yes, I would. I was in the mood. Jan seemed to be in the mood. So, we would have.”

He chuckled at himself. “Would it be weird if I said I’m glad we interrupted you?”

“Honestly? It wouldn’t. That’s how you feel. I thought I caught something in your eyes at that time, but I didn’t want to assume or say anything.”

It felt hard to breathe as if the air had gotten so thick from awkwardness, it wasn’t even gas anymore. We stayed quiet, sometimes sneakily looking at each other, but still without saying a thing.

“(Y/N)?”, Bojan broke the silence first, “Would you like to go out with me? Tonight?”

“We can’t do tonight. We have to be in London tomorrow.”

“Then tomorrow? After the pre-party? Please?” Bojan looked at me with puppy eyes, as if he wasn’t already impossible to resist.

“Okay. Tomorrow. Pick something good, okay?” I teased.

His whole demeanor instantly changed, and a bright smile lit up his face. “Okay.” He moved closer and grabbed my face between his palms, smashing his lips with mine.

This kiss wasn’t as hesitant as before; this one was confident, self-asserting, almost smug. But it felt so good and it felt like I was finally awake, having forgotten my headaches and bad mood. Bojan was an amazing kisser - that was for sure. His kisses caused a feeling of euphoria to the point you thought you were drunk and you wanted more.

I slipped my arms around the back of his neck to pull him closer, having briefly forgotten about Jan or the actual pre-party that was about to start in one hour or so. I pulled away abruptly, and Bojan whined.

“The pre-party! We have to go! Get ready!”

“Okay, okay, don’t worry. We still have time.” Bojan hugged me tightly, moving us around, all smiley and happy now.

“Yeah, but we have to get our makeup done. Come on! Let’s go!” I slipped out of his embrace and grabbed his hand, dragging him inside, without him actually resisting at all.

For a moment, I felt so carefree. For a moment, I was happy.

#bojan cvjetićanin #bojan cvjeticanin x reader #bojan cvjeticanin fanfiction #fanfiction #joker out #jure maček #jure macek #nace jordan #jan peteh #kris gustin #kris guštin

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okay... last ask... for now.. I DON'T WANNA BOMBARD YOU SKHSKS

anywhos,

hc of Sage and MC getting into a fight where he accidentally says something seriously hurtful? Mc who deadpans upon hearing it and calmly walks out of the room they're in. Later Sage (or anyone else) goes to check on them in their room but they can overhear crying coming from the other side of the door. Yknow the vibes

IT NEEDS A HAPPY ENDING THO THIS IS HURT/COMFORT BECAUSE I AM NOT STRONG ENOUGH

anywhos, thank you for all you do for the fandom ozzy! You keep the brainworms alive and well.

[Gets carried off by a giant cockatiel]

This post has a really good example of this and I'm gonna try really hard not to be too similar lol

Reg I want you to know that I've written this for Kit,, like they got into a really bad argument over something and she semi-accidentally said something hurtful so he said it was her fault Snow died and if you listen real closely you can hear my heart breaking at that part

GN!Reader, hurt/comfort, self-hating thoughts, vague mentions of (metaphorical) violence and self-harm, soft ending, kinda long

It was such a stupid fucking argument. He couldn't even remember who started it, much less what it was about. In the moment it doesn't matter. You accuse him of drinking too much. He calls you a prude. You snap that his anger makes him dangerous. He snarls that you're a coward.

Your voices are rising. There's nothing physical - no blows dealt, no blood lost - but it still hurts. That's the danger of letting someone in, isn't it? You expose the softest parts of yourself and wind up vulnerable. Beaten. Gutted by the hand of the person who you love most.

There's some part of him - that dark, gnawing monster in the pit of his chest that craves blood and destruction - that knows you will leave him. And maybe that's why he does it. So that when he sits at the bar and drowns his pain in whiskey he'll feel that it was inevitable. That he is simply a monster obsessed with his own self-destruction and there was nothing he could have done to change it. It puts flames in his blood and red in his eyes.

He knows you. The little fears that creep out of shadows, the insecurities that whisper in your ears, the regrets that refuse to rest in the graveyard of your past. You'd shared them all with him in moments of intimacy, his arms wound around your waist and your fingers combing through his hair as you mumbled your secrets. Yeah, he knows you.

He knows how to hurt you.

The words fly out of his mouth before he even knows that they're forming on his lips. And it isn't until he sees the way your shoulders stiffen and your eyes go dark that he realizes it would have hurt less if he'd just hit you.

Your lips move soundlessly for a moment. Then you shake your head just slightly and stumble like the world is spinning and run as far away from him as you can.

He feels sick to the pit of his stomach. Didn't he make a promise once? That he would never lose control of his corruption? That he would never, ever, ever hurt you?

Fuck. His head is pounding. He wishes he could tear his own throat out. He hates himself for it - well he hates himself for a lot of things but this is just the fucking cherry on top - but his ears flick as he tracks your footsteps. They move in short bursts like you have to stop to catch your breath.

A door slams shut. The fire in his veins finally turns to ice. His hands won't stop shaking no matter how tightly he balls them.

He isn't sure what prompts him to look up but he sees Felix and Anisa. How long were they standing there for? He has no idea. But from the look of horror in Felix's face and the look of rage on Anisa's, he guesses it was long enough. Before either of them can get a word out, he storms away, through a hidden passage and into the darkness that craves his damnation.

It's not the first time he wishes Elowen had killed him in Mournfall, but it's the first time he means it.

-----

The other two Starsworn know better than to intervene right away.

First they collect themselves. They've seen Sage's temper explode but it's never been like this. Never against you.

It's Anisa that goes off to find you, about an hour after the incident. She thinks back to the question she asked you oh-so-very long ago; Do you trust Sage? She remembers the way a tired smile had quirked the corner of your lips when you confirmed you did. In fact you'd seemed a little amused that she'd even asked.

Maybe it's wrong of her but she can't help but wonder what your answer would be now.

She doesn't have an ilephta's sense of hearing but she can still make out the sounds of your muffled sobs and choked wails from halfway down the hall. It tears her heart in two.

When she steps nervously up to the door she can't bring herself to knock. Not when you let out another muffled scream into your pillow. So instead she leans her back against the cold stone wall and waits.

And waits.

It takes another half hour for your wails and sobs to subside, and even then she still hears clear sniffling. You only go silent when she taps on the door.

Her voice is soft. Sincere but not pushing. Do you want her to beat Sage up? ... No? No, you're right. It wouldn't make you feel better. She just wanted to bring a moment of levity. ... Well, look, i-if you... If you want to talk about anything... You know where to find her. And if you want her to send Sage out of Fathom so you don't have to- ... ...no. You're not that type of person. She knows that. She just... She just hopes you won't let him think what he said was okay just because he's hurting too. That's all. But you're a strong person, perhaps stronger than you realize. She doesn't mean to tell you how to handle this. She's just... She's worried about you. ...

The door creaks open. You poke your head out just enough to see her. Your eyes are red and puffy from sobbing and your voice is scratched from screaming. You thank her. She asks if you'd like some tea. You're about to refuse when a rough cough rattles your dry throat.

... maybe a cup wouldn't hurt.

-----

Felix goes to find Sage.

While he might not have the ilephtas impressive knowledge of Fathom's hidden passages, he does have a tracking spell. And it's using this spell that he finds Sage leaning over a balustrade, cold night air cutting against his skin, moping.

He tells Felix to leave before he's even set foot in the balcony. Felix promptly ignores him and walks over anyways.

The stand in silence for a few minutes, looking out at the night suffocating Porrima. Sage asks how you're doing. Felix admits he doesn't know for sure, considering he didn't go with Anisa, but he imagines the answer is 'not well.'

Sage buries his face in his hands and asks Felix to throw him over the railing.

Green flames flicker at Felix's fingertips. He clenches his hands into fists to snuff them. Then crosses his arms over his chest and tells Sage to get over himself. Sure, Sage did something horrible. And it's good that he feels guilty over it. But he hurt you. You are the one that suffered the wrath of his rage. You are the one that ran off with tears in your eyes. So Sage needs to stop being so damn self-pitying for a moment and do whatever he possibly can to help you. And if that means staying away for a while, fine - but he needs to put in the effort before he turns tail and runs away.

Sage's growing growl dies in his throat. He fixes Felix with a tired glare. Amber eyes are gradually come into focus. His throat is thick with angst as he asks if it's even a good idea. Won't his presence hurt you more right now?

Felix sighs. The fight drains from his shoulders and he looks out at the skyline again. The air doesn't feel quite so oppressive this time. The distant torches seem to glow just a little brighter.

He loved Rime. And Rime loved him. There was no doubt about that. But they argued - gods how they used to argue sometimes - and they hurt each other. Ugly words were gargled like broken glass in bleeding throats, tears formed rivers, pain was a currency. They were horrible incidents. Ones that Felix still shudders to remember.

But there were other things too. Hesitant touches. Whispered apologies. True remorse. More tears - always more tears. New understandings. New beginnings. They're messy and imprecise and confusing. But they were genuine.

No matter how devoutly and purely you love, you will inevitably hurt your partner. Just as they will inevitably hurt you. But if you love them enough, you won't just run away. You'll stay and pick up the pieces and try to mend them. And with any luck you'll make something stronger in the process.

Sage closes his eyes and takes a long, slow breath. The same way you taught him to do when the little beast in his chest starts to claw and gnaw and crave.

Not again. Not again.

-----

Sage knocks softly on your door. He doesn't want to wake you if you're asleep. It's late now - or early, depending on how you look at it. He'd stayed outside longer than he meant to trying to figure out what to say. All he'd really accomplished was remembering how shitty he was at stringing together sincere words.

He just barely hears you mumble that the door is unlocked. It creaks almost painfully loud when he opens it. His ears pin against his hair. His tail gives an agitated twitch.

You're little more than a pile of blankets and pillows and two weary eyes poking out of them. As his own eyes rapidly adjust to the dark, he can make out dried streaks of tears clinging stubbornly to your cheeks.

Gods he hates- ... No. This isn't about him.

You sigh softly and lift up the blankets, revealing the empty spot against your side that was normally reserved for a certain overgrown cat. He hesitates. Wrestles down a new wave of self-hatred. Kicks his boots off and half-heartedly nudges them to the side. Leaves his armor and sword on the desk and drapes his jacket over the back of the chair. Slowly crawls in beside you, settling into the familiar dip in the mattress that is his and his alone. You tuck yourself against his side and mumbles that he does a much better job of keeping you warm than the blankets do, anyways.

And for a few minutes you both sit there. You mush your cheek into the broad expanse of his chest. He runs his fingers up and down your spine.

He's... Sorry doesn't even begin to cover it. You know he didn't mean any of it, right? That he was just worked up and angry and he lashed out at the nearest thing. And that doesn't make it right - it'll never be right - but he never in a million years wanted to hurt you.

You close your eyes and hum in agreement. You know he didn't mean it. But he still said it.

He knows that. And he knows he'll have to work hard to regain your trust. That is, if you even want him to....

You tilt your head up just enough to lock eyes with him. Call him an idiot. Snuggle back up to his chest.

The little laugh he gives is somewhere between relieved and incredulous. It's the first time he's relaxed in hours.

Sure, there's plenty of work to be done, discussions to be had, apologies for be made.

But you're still here in his arms. And that's enough to lull him to a restful sleep.

#last legacy #fictif last legacy #sage lesath #sage lesath x reader #fictif sage #last legacy sage #fren asks #ozzy answers #ozzy daydreams

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yn-rollcall · 2 years

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Momento Bakugo x Reader 32

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Summary: So I was always told to look on the bright side. The bright side is that I’m finally meeting the Number One and Two pro-heroes Deku and Dynamight. The downside is that I was publicly dragged out of my job for a string of robberies that I did not commit and am being detained for questioning.

Length: 6.3k

Warnings:Oral Sex, Food Kink, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Mirror Sex, Quirk Kink (My Hero Academia), Shameless Smut, Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings, Rough Sex, Emotional Constipation, Chocolate Syrup, Fluff, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Emotional Manipulation, Temperature Play, Hate Sex, Explicit Sexual Content, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Attempted Sexual Assault, Blood and Injury, Heavy Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Panty Kink, Semi-Public Sex, Creampie, Bondage, Body Worship, Light Dom/sub, Daddy Kink, Pegging, Public Masturbation, Office Sex, Wank and Tell, Polyamory, So like at the very very end there’s KatsukixReaderxKirishima, But it happens so last minute I don’t feel justified tagging it as one of the main relationships, Constructive Criticism Welcome

A03

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Y/N POV

Iris:

I'm finally gonna make good on my bet.

Meet me here.

-Address Link-

I stared at the text for a moment, then my mouth dropped. Holy shit. The bet! She's actually gonna ask out Miruko out Hallmark style! I quickly sat up. Katsuki left a while ago to go to work and I was sitting around scrolling through social media since I didn't have anything pressing to do for today. I got dressed and headed to the park address she sent. Once I arrived, Iris was standing there nervously, tapping her foot and walking around. I lightly poked her on the shoulder and she jumped.

"So you're really doing it!" I snickered.

She glared at me. "A bet's a bet."

I looked around the park not seeing anything special that would bring her here. I mean this was never meant to happen around an active crime scene but still. Does Miruko visit this park often?

"So how do you know she'll be here?"

"I just know." She said evasively. "Anyway, skedaddle."

I pouted at her then gave her a thumbs up as I searched for a place to hide.

"Fine Fine! Break a leg!" I laughed as I situated myself a ways away behind a tree.

A few minutes later, Miruko landed in her hero uniform. She seemed breathless.

"I got your text. Is something wrong?" She asked, walking up and inspecting Iris.

Okay they seem...close?

"No, nothing wrong. But first I gotta explain something." She said nervously, shifting from foot to foot. "About me."

"What do you mean?" Miruko asked, stepping back a bit

"My friend and I made a bet and-"

"You...made a bet about me." She said, her eyes narrowing.

Her ears flopped down as she stepped back. Iris stiffened and took a step toward her but Miruko maintained the distance.

"Just. Please let me explain. We went to an arcade and I lost and she...she bet me to ask you out. In a cheesy way."

"So you only hung out with me...because of a bet?"

Iris' body went rigid. She violently shook her head.

"Miruko that's not."

"Of course not, it's always-" She cut herself off, her posture getting angrier. "I told you about my past dating experiences and you! This whole time!"

Oh shit. Should I try to clear this up?

"It's not that! Wait, just listen." Iris pleaded.

"I'm not interested." She turned to hop away.

"Wait!" I yelled as I walked out,

"An audience? Seriously?" She growled, focusing her gaze on me.

"It's not-." Iris choked out.

"She's been borderline obsessed with you!" I blurted out.

Miruko looked at me.

"I bet her to ask you out because she liked you so much and I recently got with Kat-uh Dynamight so I was thinking maybe she also had a shot. That's all" I scrambled to explain. "I'm just here to make sure she actually did it that's all I promise."

Miruko looked between us, her posture less ready to take off. She looked at me as if recognizing me for the first time and turned more towards us, ready to listen. Even if her expression was guarded.

"She's like a really great girl and she listens to your speech about continuing hero work after the Collapse like damn near daily. And-"

"I like you." Iris said, her hands gripping each other so hard the skin was white.

Miruko's eyes widened as she looked at Iris.

"This isn't some fetish thing, or a status thing or anything like those assholes in the past. I mean it's easy for me to say that but I can prove it if you'd let me." She rambled.

Iris stepped forward and this time Miruko let her get closer.

"I agonized over this bet because I wanted to make sure that when I asked you out, you'd remember it forever and it'd be the best cheesy romantic thing you've ever had because you deserve that and-"

"Cheesy romantic thing?"

"I...I had like three plans and I didn't know what to decide. I still don't." Iris said, a deep blush dyeing her features and tears pooled at the corner of her eyes.. "I wrote a song parody. I have a shitty poem, I'm literally wearing the costume Ripley wore in Alien." She said as she zipped down her jacket to reveal the costume.

Miruko's expression slowly turned from cautious to surprised as she listened to things she thought of to do.

"I've been wanting to say this since forever but it boils down to I really want to kiss you and take you on a date and make more obnoxious jokes at midnight. I can't pass by that building without thinking of you and thinking these exact thoughts." Iris rambled, fully crying now. "I really really like you. You're literally everything I've ever wanted and I hope I didn't fuck things up-"

Miruko came up and hugged Iris, swirling her around which is a little comical given Iris is much taller but super cute to witness. She set Iris down, a tiny spot of cautiousness behind her gaze.

"So the bet was just a cheesy romantic gesture, not dating me?" Miruko asked.

"Yes." Iris nodded.

"And this isn't some heteromorphic quirk/ bunny girl fetish."

"No. But admittedly I'm...I'm really curious about your heat cycle. And wanna be there to help. But only if you feel comfortable. And walk me through it." Iris mumbled, her blush spreading on her entire body.

"So you really like me?"

"Our text messages are my wallpaper." Iris said, showing her phone to Miruko.

She looked at the screen and cackled.

"You chose the fake bad porno titles? You serious?" She cackled

"'The Princess and the D' makes me smile!" Iris said, tears running down her eyes and lip wobbling.

"Why are you still crying?" Miruko laughed, wiping her tears.

"Because I like you a lot!" Iris whimpered. "I like you!"

Iris sniffled and used her jacket sleeves to wipe up her tears while Miruko tried wiping the tears away with her thumbs. Iris calmed down a bit, a guilty look still on her face.

"Can we date please?" Iris asked in a small voice.

"The funny thing is.." Miruko said, digging into a pocket in her costume and pulling out her phone. "I was gonna ask you to dinner. Do you hate Italian food?"

"I literally have stacks of lasagna noodles in my pantry. I could eat lasagna for days." Iris said tears starting again.

Miruko wiped away the tears, a huge smile on her face.

"Well quit crying so I can ask you out!"

"No! I already asked you!" Iris pouted.

"Fucking fine! We're asking each other out! Yes?"

"Yea!" Iris sniffled.

They laughed and I thoroughly felt like I was intruding at this point. They joked and laughed as I sneaked away. I pulled out my phone.

Y/N:

Not quite a boom box but just as romantic.

Bet fulfilled!

I texted the group chat telling them about the good news.

Y/N:

So uh Miruko and Iris are dating/ going on dates. And have apparently been close for a while???

Ori:

Hi god it's me again...

(Also congrats to them!)

Kira:

That's it. I'm definitely asking Yoko out.

Ori:

You like Yoko?!

And you didn't tell me :(

Kira:

You have a big mouth!

Y/N:

Yu is awfully silent.

Yu:

.... So maybe I knew...

Kira:

And you didn't tell /me/ that Iris was dating Muruko?

Yu:

She told me not to tell!

Also Y/N seems quiet about you liking Yoko.

Y/N:

Hey whoah we aren't talking about me right now

Ori:

Alright! Okay! We obviously have some catching up to do. Speaking of which~! Recreation center? Pro hero partners welcome?

Yu:

That seems fun!

Kira:

...fine. I suppose I can let this topic change happen. /j

When are you thinking?

Ori:

This weekend?

Y/N:

Wait. Can I invite everybody? Like Chargebolt, Cellophane, Deku etc.

Ori:

Can you- DONT KEEP ALL YOUR HERO FRIENDS TO YOURSELF

Kira:

Oooh! Wait, that would be kinda cool!

Yu:

But how are we not gonna get recognized? Thats a big group.

Y/N:

Good point...lemme ask.

I switched over to the Gravity Girl Intervention group (Yoko and Deku) chat.

Y/N:

Hey guys. Theoretically if I wanted to invite the entire agency to a recreation center how would I go about that without getting mobbed?

Sour Patch Kid

You wanna invite us to hang out?

Nosy:

Wait can I come?

Y/N:

Totally! We just gotta figure it out first

Sour Patch Kid:

Can the rest of 1A come?

Y/N:

1A...your class?

Sour Patch Kid:

I've actually been trying to organize a get together for everyone. And they've been wanting to meet you for a while.

Y/N:

Oh! Really?

Katsuki never mentioned it

Sour Patch Kid:

Yea...

He's been consistently telling everyone to fuck off

Y/N:

Sounds about right I guess.

Actually...I've never really seen that side of him.

I mean sometimes he's annoyingly perceptive but other than that...

I kinda wanna see it!

Sour Patch Kid:

Then

Shall we surprise him?

Y/N:

That's evil and I'm all for it

Yoko:

Yay! Hero Hangout!!!

Y/N:

Awesome!

I switched back to the other group chat.

Y/N:

Okay so slight change in plans

We're inviting a bunch of people (heroes) and renting out the entire place.

Ori:

Holy-

Yu:

I guess that's one way to solve the problem.

Kira:

This time DO NOT tell them about my shooting skills. I'm scamming some heroes

Y/N:

Deal.

I put my phone away and walked around the area for a bit since it had some nice stuff. I went into a few shops, ate some snacks and bought some clothes. I assessed the load I was carrying and decided to end my shopping trip there since I'm taking the train home. By the time I arrived, I got a text from Deku with the reservation details. I squealed and went inside. I watched a bit of TV and drew a bit before Iris came home. I closed my sketchbook and looked at her expectantly. We stared at each other for a moment before Iris caved.

"You were busy with your own relationship problems!" She huffed.

"That doesn't mean don't tell me! Also Katsuki and I have been good for at least two weeks."

"Um one week since you committed public indecency in his office.

"How do you know that?"

"Hawks told Miruko. Who casually mentioned to me that Dynamight is the possessive type and I was like oh what a coincidence my roommate is dating-" She rattled on.

"Ah stop! We're getting off track! How did this happen?"

"Well about a month ago she just walked up to me and pretended I was her girlfriend. The guy offered a threesome because he doesn't understand the concept of women NOT WANTING TO SLEEP WITH MEN-"

"No rant! Just story!" I interrupted.

She pouted and rolled her eyes.

"Anyway she took me out to a food stall she liked and we clicked from there." Iris said, a dreamy look taking over her eye. "I thought we wouldn't see each other again but she visited me after her patrol and asked me to drink with her."

I watched Iris walk over to the couch and sit down, her eyes glazing over as she fondly smiled at the memories.

"And slowly our conversations got deeper and we hung out anytime we could. And we...just...started to like each other." She sighed.

I grabbed her and squealed.

"So we both snagged some pros." I said, leaning on her shoulder.

"Crazy right? She snickered. "Also you would not BELIEVE how curated her interview appearances are. She's so much more vibrant in real life."

"I feel the same way about Katsuki. The fan in me feels a little superior. Which is cringe as fuck but-"

"No same!" She laughed. "I love seeing all of her."

I looked at her, my eyes widening. Then I narrowed them and gave her a Cheshire smile. She blushed deeply sitting up ramrod straight.

"I mean not all-"

"And you shat on me for moving fast." I pointed out.

"Y/N." She groaned.

"I'm kidding!"

We joked around and watched some movies together before Iris' phone rang. Based on the look on her face, I guess she's going out with Miruko tonight. She excused herself as I silently teased her. On her way out, she gave me a death glare then closed her door. After finishing some episode of a random reality show, I retired to my room, deciding to call up my own Pro-Hero significant other to talk to til I fell asleep.

I stretched, hearing some joints pop as I checked my outfit for today. The reservation was made two days ago which seemed short notice but maybe heroes always do things fast. I pulled on my tennis shoes and made sure I was ready to do just about anything. The doorbell rang. I double checked my phone to make sure I sent Iris the information in case she and Miruko wanted to come. But based on how she isn't dressed in exercise clothes and she's got her semi-cute pajamas on. I think she's ready for a different event.

I greeted Katsuki at the door and we headed to the recreation center. What greeted us was a huge building split into three types of challenges. There were arenas, puzzle rooms and hunts. I almost felt a little overwhelmed by the choices when I saw Deku waving to me a little ways away. When Katsuki and I reached the group I saw him stiffen while I gasped. Way more people than I thought would be here. But to be fair it's a huge building so it'd probably be lonely with just the 25 or so I was expecting. Multiple hero agencies were here. Including Hawks and Grands agencies. With our group the heroes were Cellophane, Uravity, Froppy, Denki, Kirishima, Shouto, Acid Queen, Ingenium, Tailman and Tsukoyomi. The starstruck friends of mine were Yoko, Yu, Ori and Kira were also in this group and seemed to have already made fast friends with some of the heroes.

"What the hell is this?" Katsuki hissed at me.

Oh right nobody told him.

"Company outing/Fun date?" I said sheepishly and he narrowed his eyes.

"Ooh ooh! Okay so why don't we do our betting tradition." Ori said excitedly to which Yu nodded.

"Tradition?" Froppy asked.

"We make a bet with a specific person and compete. Whoever wins the most by the end of it grants the other person a wish." I explained. "I'm Y/N btw."

Everyone looked at me for a moment, then the group exploded.

"Wait. What!"

"You're the famous Y/N Deku's been telling us abou-"

"How did you guys meet?

"Is it true Bakugo's a softie around you?"

"It seems even the thorniest of roses can find what makes them bloom."

"It's nice to meet an amazing woman such as yourself. I used your fight as a study for a new move." Ingenium said, shaking my hand. "How did you guys meet?"

"Who the fuck said I was soft?" Bakugo yelled and everyone ignored him.

"Oh wow thanks! Um we met at my job at the bakery." I said, deciding to skip over the details of the false arrest.

"Aww that's cute!!" Uravity gushed. "Like one of those coffee shop stories!"

"It seems very uncharacteristic of Bakugo to walk into a bakery unprompted." Ingenium mused.

"Got a secret sweet tooth?" Tailman joked.

"Call me Tsuyu by the way." Froppy came up, introducing herself.

"Nice to meet you." I said shyly.

One by one everyone introduced themselves and made jokes while Bakugo was standoffish and made the occasional comment. Eventually, I elbowed him and gave him a look.

"C'mon dude be nicer to your friends."

"Oh he's always been like that." Denki said. "If he was any nicer, I'd think he was an imposter."

"Whatever." Katsuki replied then turned to me. "Wanna make a bet? We didn't get to properly compete last time."

"Sure what're you thinking?"

He leaned into my ear.

"I'm thinking if I win, I'll make you beg for my dick while I edge you for hours. I'm gonna finally get to hear you beg for what you want."

My eyes popped open as I stared at him. Okay so that's how we're gonna play.

"In that case. If I win, I peg you." I said back.

His turn to be surprised.

"Huh?" He finally choked out.

"I've been curious and since we're talking about begging. I'm gonna make you beg for my dick." I said cheekily.

"In your dreams Princess."

"Okay Princess. Remember this later." I smirked.

"He really does look different when he talks to her." Tsuyu points out. "He only looks that gentle around Kirishima."

"Shut up." Katsuki roared at the group and they laughed.

At this recreational center while you can play puzzles, games and courses, they also collaborated with local artists to pretty up the place. Most of the more artistic parts were situated at the beginning of this football field sized building. Flashing lights and dizzying interaction displays greeted us as we walked inside to get our access cards. Once we got in, we landed in an area full of options that fell into three categories. Rooms, Arenas and Hunts.

First up was one of the rooms. The room was split into four. One side had microphones and the other had a holographic bomb that reconfigured itself every so often, advertising the game. One person had to describe the bomb while the other told the person with the bomb how to defuse it based on the description. The rooms had a glass wall between them to prevent the a group from hearing the interactions of the competing group. This required two people. I needed someone who could get straight to the point. Someone who could also relay things quickly. I pointed to Sero. Katsuki recruited Ojirou.

I walked into a room with the bomb. I approached the touch screen kiosk and moved my finger watching the holographic bomb twist around. Quick short swipes changed the modules, tapping zoomed in on the module. Long slower swipes moved around the bomb. Double tapping performed an action. I touched a button at the top and the touch screen reconfigured itself, splitting into two. One had a circle on it and the other had arrows with a middle button. The arrows switched between modules, and the middle button helped me zoom in and confirm actions. The circle helped me move around the bomb. I kept this setting because there was less margin for error. For shits and giggles I cut a wire and watched the bomb explode. There was a loud explosion noise and the holographic fire and debris spread outwards, surrounding me like it was a real bomb. Then it resettled back to its original display. Sero's voice came out over the intercom.

"All set up?"

"Yea just got good with the controls." I called out.

"Sweet. Let's get those bragging rights."

Oh yea he gets it. I definitely made the right choice.

"Ojirou and Bakugo decided on six modules. That good with you?"

I rolled my eyes. I just know Katsuki bulldozed Ojirou into getting six modules. Challenge accepted.

"Yea! All good with me."

"Awesome. Let's go ahead and start!"

I initiated the timer on the bomb and examined it.

-Timer 5:00-

"So first we have symbols."

"Symbols, Got it. What do they look like?"

"Uhhh okay one is a backwards paragraph symbol, another is an upside down question mark, another is a triangle with three legs connected to a wall like a wonky sideways T. Last one looks like the Sigma symbol with with an extra long curved top tail part"

"Sweet. First press Paragraph, then Sigma, then Triangle Legs, then question mark."

I pressed them and the module turned green. I jumped in the air, cheering.

"Got it!" I glanced at the timer.

-Timer 4:02-

"Next up we have some green circles on a grid?" I said, a little nervously.

We gotta go faster

"What position are they? Where's the leftmost circle?"

"Second column fourth row." I said quickly

"Cool uh...this is long so stay calm."

He gave me a long list to press the directions of the arrows and the light on the module turned green. Great four more to go.

-Timer 2:45-

Okay now I'm panicking.

"Next up we have wires." I said, shifting from foot to foot.

"How many?"

"Four."

"Is there a red wire?"

"Yes, first one at the top."

"Is there a blue wire?"

"Yup at the bottom."

"Great, cut the first wire.

I used the touch screen to cut the wire and the module turned green. Oh thank god we saved some time there. Three left. I turned around the bomb. More symbols.

-Timer 2:32-

"More symbols! One is a backwards C with a dot in the middle, fancy Zig Zag, Capital H but super fancy, and a tent looking one, upside down v with a little t in the middle."

"Great! Tent, ZigZag, Fancy H, C"

Module turned green! Two to go.

-Timer 1:59-

"Alright this one is a button. It's white and says Hold on it."

"Is there a label on the bottom with CAR there?" He asked.

I twisted the bomb around quickly.

"No."

"A label with a white light next to it that says FRK?"

"No."

"Hold the button and tell me the color of the strip. Also take a breath, you're doing great." Sero reassured me.

I took in a breath and I felt calmer. This game was hella stressful.

"Aww thanks! It's blue."

"Sweet, release the button when there's a four anywhere on the timer."

I wait a few seconds and release the button. Module turns green. Last one. And it's wires. Hell fucking yea.

-Timer 1:26-

"Alright last one! It's wires!"

"Oh thank god I was scared it was another maze." He laughed. "How many?"

"Five."

"Is the last wire black?"

"No."

"How many red wires?"

"None."

"Are there black wires?"

"Yes in the third slot."

"Great cut the first one."

I cut it and the module turned green. The timer stopped and I took a deep breath, wiping my sweaty hands on my pants.

"We did it!" I cheered.

"Hell yea! And more than a minute to spare!"

-Final Time: 1:02-

I exited the room and gave Sero a high five. He enthusiastically reciprocated and leaned in like he was sharing a secret.

"You can hear Bakugo yelling at the poor guy from here." He said with a snicker.

"Read the damn instructions faster Tail!" Katsuki yelled.

"Well if you quit nitpicking when I ask questions, we wouldn't waste time." Ojirou said back calmly.

After about a minute, Bakugo left the room disgruntled, an explosion sound following him just as he crossed the threshold. Sero and I walked up to them with mirror shit eating grins.

"Well Bakubro, that's a win for the cool team." He said fist bumping me.

"Whatever this fucking game sucks anyway." He grumbled as he walked away.

"You also did great babe, I know that sucked." Sero said to Ojirou.

"Yea. He's the same as ever. I was hoping getting a girlfriend would calm him down." He sighed leaning into Sero.

I never suspected the two to be dating but it works surprisingly well. They looked really content and happy. Next game was a simple one. Katsuki and I stood on opposite ends of a lightning shaped sculpture that had a bunch of randomly glowing lights in the same positions on both sides. Whoever pressed it the fastest gained the point. Anyone watching would say I valiantly fought til the end but in Yu's words 'it was an absolute massacre'. Katsuki's been training his reflexes for years and based on his Sports Festival footage, he'd been blessed with good reflexes from the start. Things I knew and accepted. But everytime he glanced at me afterwards with that condescending look I felt a little closer to hitting something. It was an L from the get go. Luckily things can only go up from here.

I walked over to where the hunts were and realized this had to be completed as a group. I recruited Uraraka, Deku and Tsuyu while Katsuki recruited Tenya, Tsukuyomi and Yu. We went in first. A riddle would be shown on the screen inside the room. Then it was a simple game of hangman that was timed. Ten minutes total. The letters were scattered all over the room on corresponding lights.

Simple enough except the lights were all over a three room area and some seem to be hidden because there aren't a lot of them. The people waiting outside could see our guesses and how much time was left on the screen above the entryway. The room itself looked very whimsical and woodsy. Full of odd angles and decorations. The screen at the top of the wall ahead of the door lit up, giving us our hint.

"Gold or Snakes, underfoot they lay. Remember either way, every dog has its day."

"Deku you got any ideas?" I asked him.

"No but starting with a vowel is always a good idea."

Tsuyu walked over pressing A. A head was drawn on the hangman. Shit.

-------- -------

-Timer: 9:30-

"Good guess but also what the hell is it?" I said scratching my head. "I don't know anything with that many A's."

Uraraka put a finger to her chin, thinking.

"The only famous dog I know of is Hachiko..let's try Ha?"

We searched the room and found the Ha in a tight corner of the funkily shaped room.

Ha------ -------

-Timer: 8:45-

"Let's try Chi." Uraraka said.

We scrambled to find the letter. It was near the top of the room so Deku hopped, completely ignoring the fucking rockwall beside it and pressed it.

"Show off." I muttered.

We got a spine on the hangman.

"Uhhh let's try Sa" I said. "Sa sounds like it would go close to ha."

Tsuyu and Uraraka looked at each other and shrugged. Might as well try it. The Sa button was close by so we quickly pressed it.

Ha--sa-- ----sa-

-Timer: 8:37-

"Wait a second. Gold or snakes...that sounds really familiar." Tsuyu said, closing her eyes to concentrate.

"In the meantime let's try N." Deku said. "This looks kinda like a name."

We looked around for a bit and finally found the N near the bottom of the wall, behind a fake wooden door. So there's letters hidden behind things. That explains the Alice in Wonderland vibe this room has. I thought there were way less buttons than needed. We waited for a few seconds and sighed in relief.

Ha--sa-- ---san

-Timer: 7:12-

Okay we still have time. What is this about though, it does seem familiar. Tsuyu's head finally snapped up. She quickly searched around the room, crawling up and down, looking underneath a boulder to find what she was looking for.

"Tsu! What are you looking for?" Uraraka called out.

"Found it!" She said as she pressed a button hidden behind a leaf shaped sliding door.

Ha--sa-- ji-san

-Timer: 6:27-

"That..doesn't clear it up." Deku sighed, staring hard at the riddle.

"Yes it does." Tsuyu said as she landed. She smiled at us. "I know what it is."

"Okay tell us!" Uraraka said excitedly.

"It's Hanasaka Jii-san! That story we read as kids!" She said excitedly.

"Oh!" Uraraka exclaimed. "How did I miss that, that was one of my favorites growing up!"

"Let's find the letters! Uraraka you find Na. I'll find "i". Y/N you find ka."

"And Me?" Tsuyu asked.

"You figured it out, rest easy."

The rest spread out to find the letters. They seemed to all be harder ones to find because I could feel the minutes passing by. I finally found my letter under a dark panel on the ground that was smoothed as opposed to the rest of the carpeted ground. Uraraka found hers shortly after in the eyes of one of the painted animals. Deku looked around for his, the time ticking down. My hands were starting to get sweaty as he assisted with the search. Tsuyu joined in as well. Finally we noticed one of the lights was a distinctly different color. Tsuyu stretched out her tongue, slapping the button and completing the phrase. We cheered, giving each other high fives as the timer stopped.

Hanasaka jiisan

-Final Time: 3:37-

We walked out, sweaty and exhausted sitting on the benches nearby. Deku waved the next group in. I opted to go to the bathroom instead of watching the other team scramble. Tsuyu joined me. When I exited the stall washing my hands I noticed Tsuyu was staring. I turned off the water and she spoke.

"I'm the kind of person to say what I'm thinking."

"Um sure. Say what's on your mind."

"To be honest, I'm surprised Bakugo went for you."

I stiffened, waiting to see where she was going with this.

"We all kind of assumed Katsuki would date a certain someone in our class. So I was surprised to hear about you. Shocked, more like."

She fiddled with a dripping faucet before turning towards me again.

"I'm glad it's you. You seem very good for him."

"Thanks but who he dates is his business. Wasn't really seeking your approval." I said, then decided to soften the statement. "Glad to have it though. I guess."

Tsuyu was silent for a moment before giving a wide smile. I could tell she was hiding something. Probably the identity of the certain someone they all thought Bakugo was in love with. Do they still love him? Was this causing a rift in the group?

"That's true. That is their business. Sorry for ambushing you."

"It's no problem." I said, then I looked away. "Does anyone think I'm a bad match?"

I hated that I wanted to know but I did.

"Nope. Everyone's been saying how well you're handling him." She laughed.

"Really? He's pretty easy to handle." I said, smiling.

"Maybe for you." She commented and I laughed.

We walked out as she shared stories of Katsuki's demon era in high school. It really helped connect the Dynamight today with the Lord Explosion Murder they knew and matured with. We sat down and I realized Katsuki's group was still in the room and it is very close to our Final Time. Vague muffled yelling filtered beyond the closed door. Probably Katsuki barking orders and everyone scrambling to get the hidden letters in time. The final letter is pushed. They rushed out and Katsuki looked at the time. He fell over defeated as I cheered. The few who were watching their game with interest gave me hoots and hollers of victory. I looked at Katsuki giving him a sly mischievous look.

-Final Time: 3:32-

"It seems we're in my dreams because my bet just became reality." I said snidely.

I leaned in towards him.

"Have fun begging for my plastic dick Princess."

He muttered under his breath angrily as he stormed away to presumably get some water. His blush reached his ears before he left my line of vision. Slowly but surely the reality of it set in. One. I had NO idea how to peg someone and am gonna have to do a shit ton of research and two, can I pull it off? Katsuki seemed like he'd be a bratty bottom. Or like a power bottom? Is that the term? Can I match his energy?

"You okay?" Kirishima asked.

I jumped, not realizing he was there. He was leaning in closer with a concerned look.

"Uhhh...yea! Theoretically." I said avoiding his gaze.

"Wanna talk about it?"

I pursed my lips and decided to go for a vague description of events.

"I made a bet that I may or may not be able to follow through with. But we're gonna try anyway. Plus Ultra or whatever!"

Kirishima wasn't really buying what I was selling. He glanced at where Katsuki went.

"Did Katsuki win? He'd let you back out if you really didn't want it."

"No I won, I just refuse to chicken out." I explained.

He looked really confused and like he wanted to ask more questions but decided against it. He put a hand on top of my head, mussing up my hair a bit.

"Well let me know if I can help okay?"

I briefly considered it but he was such a sweetheart it was hard to imagine him in a sexual situation. And I wasn't sure if we were quite close enough yet for sex questions. Even if he'd been a real friend lately. Maybe I'll ask Deku? Katsuki came back and Kirishima gave him an awkward wave while scurrying away. Katsuki sighed heavily and an actual irritated look crossed his face.

"What was that?" I asked.

"I don't know he's been weird for a while now." He sighed.

"Did...something happen between you guys?"

Katsuki paused for a minute, his eyebrows pulling together. I could see the gears turning in his head before he sighed.

"I hope not. At least nothing I can't apologize for." He said softly.

I clapped him on the back.

"I don't think it's irreparable, if that makes you feel better. He's probably just processing something."

Katsuki glanced at me.

"So...when did you two get so close?" He asked nonchalantly.

"Mmmm he helped sometimes during the brainwashing retrainings. He quote 'really wanted to help his bro out'. He also helped keep off some creeps during Costume Week." I listed off.

Katsuki hummed in response and I leaned in, trying to figure out the carefully blank expression on his face.

"Are you...jealous?" I asked.

"No." He said quickly. "Just...wondering."

"I mean Kiri's a total sweetheart but-"

"No, I just...like seeing you guys get along. It's nice." Katsuki murmured.

I stared at him, then pinched his cheeks.

"Aww! You're so cute!"

"Get off!" He said giving me the weakest death glare I've ever seen.

"Hey Bakugo, we're starting a relay on the obstacle course!" Denki called out.

I was sitting this one out but there's no way in hell I'm missing this. Kirishima and Katsuki split into teams. Kirishima picked Tenya, Tsuyu and Mina. Katsuki picked Deku, Sero and Shoto. The obstacle course consisted of a rockwall, a crawling section under a net, an ax section (fake and plastic of course), monkey bars and a sprint to the finish line. Considering Katsuki's my rival for the day, I'm gonna cheer for the other team. I raised a fist, cheering.

"Yea Kiri! Kick Katsuki's butt!"

Everyone laughed and Kirishima blushed a bit. Katsuki pouted and loudly announced.

"No point cheering for the underdog."

"Make sure to keep talking big when you lose." Kirishima shot back.

Everyone lined up, team captains last. Denki played up being a flag girl much to Katsuki's dismay. He lowered the flags and the two teams raced off. Kirishima's team started with Mina who breezed through every part except the crawling bit. Kastuki's team started out strong with Sero breezing past the rock wall instantly with his tape. With Mina being slightly slower on the crawling and climbing bit, Sero secured a lead for his team when he tagged in Shouto. Mina tagged in Tsuyu with a loud sigh.

"Beat that pretty boy!" She called out as Tsuyu raced off.

Tsuyu hopped over the rockwall and crawled quicker than a snake under the netting. Her frog capabilities really giving her an advantage. Shoto's quirk didn't assist much without damaging the facilities so while he was athletic he lost the lead to Tsuyu who beat him with ease. She jogged back, tagging in Tenya who sped off. Mina hugged Tsuyu and cheered while jumping. Shoto tagged Deku when Iida made it over the wall.

"Sorry." He apologized with a pout.

"Don't be! You did great." Deku said, kissing him on the cheek.

"Get in there you damn nerd!" Katsuki screeched.

Deku rolled his eyes and green lightning shot around him. He smirked and jumped, hanging off the top of the wall in swinging over in less than a second. Then he used the wall as leverage and shot himself underneath the netting. Eliminating the lead that Tsuyu got her team. Iida praised him for his ingenuity albeit in a frustrated manner as he crawled as quickly as he could under the net. His blocky frame made it harder as well. Iida managed to close the gap on the monkey bars which Deku was noticeably more careful of because of his arms. They raced to the finish line, basically neck and neck. They tagged their team leaders and we're down to the last lap.

Kirishima was a slower runner than Katsuki but his height and strength kept him at the same pace as Katsuki. Kirishima used his legs to jump as high on the wall as he could before he scrambled to the top while Katsuki blasted his way over. Using his hardening Kirishima could drag himself under the net much quicker despite his bulkier frame than Katsuki who ran the risk of burning something if he used his quirk. They were neck and neck on the handlebars with Katsuki having the slightest of leads. They both dropped off around the same time and sprinted towards the finish line.

We were all cheering and at this point I had no team loyalty. This was just awesome to watch. They crossed the finish line so close we had mixed opinions on who won. Katsuki tried to bicker and do a rematch while Kirishima was just happy with the relay. I walked up to both of them, using my gravity to float and petted both of their heads.

"Good match you two!" I said with a smile.

Kirishima stared wide eyed while Katsuki blushed and grumbled, brushing my hand away. Katsuki looked at Kirishima who avoided his gaze. I guess things were still weird. Kirishima looked at me and gave a wide smile.

"We agree I totally won right?" Kirishima said as he nudged me with his elbow.

"Like hell." Katsuki grumbled.

I laughed and walked off, determined to take a shower since I personally was tuckered out for the day. After I got out of the showers, I dug in my bag for extra clothes when my phone buzzed.

Katsuki <3:

Is it okay if you catch a ride with someone?

I want to corner Ei before he makes an excuse.

I could corner him either way but I wanted to check.

Y/N:

Yea no problem!

Get yo man lol

Katsuki:

*eyeroll*

Thanks.

I stared at my phone for a bit, surprised he didn't take the bait. I guess he's really concerned about him. Then again though they've been best friends for years. And been through a lot together. If Iris and I were having problems I'd be worried too. I saw Kira and Yu come out of the showers and approached them.

"Hey! Wanna ride together?"

Katsuki POV

I jogged over to Ei who was talking excitedly with everyone. Ever the social guy, except when it comes to me lately. I didn't tell Y/N but the hike was the first time we hung out for an extended period of time since the me fucking her in the office thing. It was starting to piss me off. I reached out and grabbed him without preamble from the others who protested before giving up. I dragged him to a more secluded area and stood between him and a path of escape. I swallowed hard.

"I'm sorry." I said softly.

His eyes widened and he tilted his head confused.

"About...what?"

"About whatever the hell it is that's making you avoid me. Just fucking tell me so I don't do it again." I huffed.

"Kats...you didn't do anything wrong." He said softly.

"Well something's up. Just tell me what it is." I demanded.

Eijirou looked sheepishly to the side. He can be damn stubborn when he wants to be. Luckily I've learned how to make him talk.

"Fine. Let's go out for drinks."

He opened his mouth but upon seeing my face shut it again, resigned.

"Great, we'll take my car." I said, pulling out my keys.

TO BE CONTINUED

#bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugo katsuki #bakugou smut #bakugo katuski x reader #bakugo x y/n #bakugo katuski #bnha bakugou #mha #bakugo smut #momento

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abimess · 2 years

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Boyfriend

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: You and Wanda have been in a cat-and-mouse kind of relationship for a long time now. At a party, you finally make her give in.

Word count: 1.459 || Pronouns: not used

Warnings: smut (+18 only!); semi-public; bottom!Wanda, top!Reader, cheating

Yes, this is inspired by Boyfriend by Dove Cameron I'm obsessed already. I promised myself not to write another one-shot till I finished my series but this song is too good to let go. Enjoy!

Thoughts and comments are always welcome ツ

You do NOT have permission to repost or translate my work on any platforms (even with credit)

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"I can't believe I almost went home." The comment leaves your lips the moment your eyes catch sight of the brunette on the other corner of the room, her eyes glued to her phone.

Natasha, following your gaze, smiles. "I heard she and Vis were fighting earlier. Again." She tells, and you're already smirking.

"That's too bad," you say, forcing a sad pout, but your friend doesn't buy it, "someone should go comfort our poor classmate."

Taking a long sip of your glass, you send Nat a look before heading towards the brunette. You stop right in front of her, your hands in your pockets.

"What are the chances?" You say and Wanda raises her eyes to you and you smile. She, however, glares at you. "You're following me now?"

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" You accuse and the girl rolls her eyes, looking down at her phone again. You tilt your head.

"It's a party, princess, everyone was invited." You tell, relishing the effect the nickname has on her. Wanda, for her part, refuses to let it show more than what she has been unable to hide.

"Don't call me that, I have a boyfriend." She scolds and you look around, pretending to look for Vis. "Yeah, and where's he?" You ask and smile when you see Wanda rolling her eyes. She knows you know.

"You know, I never would have left you alone for someone else to take you home." You say charmingly, but the brunette scoffs, rolling her eyes unamused. "Oh, and you think that someone would be you?"

"That's the idea, yeah." You say it in a heartbeat, "I could be a better boyfriend than him, you know?" you tell, but the girl scoffs once again, but failing to hide the effect you have on her, so you continue.

"I mean it. I could be such a gentleman." You flirt cockily and even in the dim light of the party, you can see the way Wanda gulps, making you smirk.

Your attitude seems to annoy the brunette deeply, who gets up abruptly, making mention of leaving. You, however, stand firm, stopping her in her tracks.

The brunette holds your gaze defiantly, but to her misfortune you lower your gaze to her lips, running your tongue across your own, and her breath hitches, her legs pressing against each other.

You smirk when you notice and the girl immediately looks for a way to stand her ground. "So why don't you go be one somewhere else?" she finally replies, and you laugh through your nose.

The next moment she is pushing you to the side and you let her go, watching her retreating figure before walking away yourself.

And then you go back to minding your own business, flirting with other girls who give you attention, and keeping your peripheral vision on Wanda, smirking every time you catch her staring.

Eventually, the brunette walks up to you, bumping into your shoulder and causing you to almost spill your drink on yourself.

"Oops, I'm sorry, Y/n, didn't see you there." She asks, faking an apologetic smile, and walks away shortly thereafter. You try to hold back a smile as you excuse yourself to the girl you are talking to before you leave.

You walk toward the restroom then and smile to yourself when you see Wanda following you.

This part of the party is even darker than the party itself, lit only by a dark blue fluorescent light. You slow your pace until Wanda is right beside you.

"Ladies first, baby, I insist." You say chivalrously, opening the bathroom door for her, and the brunette rolls her eyes, but you think you saw the ghost of a smile on her lips as she passed you.

You are surprised to notice that the light in the bathroom is the same as in the hallway, and you close the door behind you as you enter as well.

Inside, Wanda just washes her hands, and you hold back a smirk at the fact that she went in there just for you.

Slowly, you lean your back against the wall at a spot behind the brunette, admiring her in the reflection of the mirror. Wanda tries without much success to ignore your presence, and you grin each time.

After drying her hands on her dress, Wanda turns toward you, probably to head for the door, and you rise from your leaning position.

"Back off, Y/n, I have a boyfriend." She warns with a raised index finger in your direction, and you laugh hoarsely.

"You're always so defensive around me, aren't you, princess?" You ask, taking slow steps toward her, and Wanda takes a step back, holding the sink behind her.

"Always repeating that like a mantra. I have a boyfriend." You do a mocking impression of her and smirk when she clenches her jaw. You continue your slow walk to her, well aware of her hands gripping the sink.

"What, you're thinking I'm gonna steal you from him?" You ask, you mere inches away from her now. From that distance you can hear Wanda holding her breath, her eyes falling to your lips, and you can't hold it in any longer.

"I am." You whisper before advancing against her, your lips crashing against hers. Wanda whimpers in protest, and you imagine her raised hands are to push you away.

But then she gives up and uses them to grab you by the neck, pulling you closer as she deepens the kiss.

Your hands find her waist soon after, squeezing her flesh and making her moan. You take advantage of her parted lips to slide your tongue against hers, and her nails scratch the skin of the back of your neck in response.

Surrendering to the primal instinct that possesses you every time she is around, you pull her up, making her sit on the sink.

In response, the brunette wraps her legs around your waist, and you take her bottom lip between your teeth, pulling it toward you and making her sigh.

While her hands keep your face firmly against hers, yours move down to her thighs, slowly exploring her skin beneath the fabric.

Just as your fingers run shallowly over her core covered by her panties, Wanda breaks the kiss with a long sigh, and you smirk before pulling the fabric aside, descending your kisses to her neck.

She’s hot and slippery against your fingers, and her breathless moans against your ears make your own intimacy pulsate.

Wanda's hands move down to your shoulders as you increase the pace inside her, her fingers helplessly gripping your black leather jacket.

Her moans become louder and louder, and the possibility that someone might come through the door and catch you in that compromising position only electrifies you both even more.

As your fingers mercilessly explore her, your mouth devours her neck, leaving marks that you know will last for quite some time. Just the thought of her needing to hide them encourages you to keep going.

Sooner than you would like, the brunette is breaking into spasms against you, her walls squeezing your fingers. The next moment she is asking you to stop, and you reluctantly do so.

When her eyes meet yours again, hungry and whose green has been almost all covered by her pupils, you can't help but kiss her again, and Wanda sloppily reciprocates.

"Let me take you home." You break the kiss to ask, looking at her pleadingly. "I-I can't, Vis-" She starts, but makes no mention of pushing you away, and you already know you have her.

"Come on, Wanda, I told you I could be a better boyfriend than him." You say, squeezing her waist for emphasis, and the brunette clenches her jaw, seeming to ponder. You bring your mouth to her neck again.

"I could do the shit that he never did. Up all night, I won't quit." You say as you deposit kisses all the way up to her ear, taking her lobe between your teeth and making her sigh heavily.

"Plus all my clothes would fit." You add as you pull away, a smirk stamped on your lips, and Wanda bites her bottom one, her eyes drawn to your mouth.

"Fuck." She breathes out before kissing you again, pushing you so she can stand up. When her feet meet the ground her legs falter, but you hold her by the waist, keeping her in place.

When she pulls away from you, you chase her lips. But then she is smiling and pulling you by the hand out of the bathroom.

You follow her without hesitation out of the party and smile triumphantly to yourself, more than ready to prove to her everything you said tonight.

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And that's it for today! I hope you enjoyed it, thoughts and comments are always welcome ツ

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wandavision #wanda maximoff au #wanda x reader #Spotify

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nobamakination · 3 years

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NobaMaki Hints From Gege (SPOILER ALERT!)

Okay, I promised anon I'll talk about the hint and potentials for NobaMaki that I think Gege might intentionally give us because he can develop it if he decides to make NobaMaki become canon or semi-canon. Even though there are so many hints but I would only talk 5 important points.

Nobara's type is Oda Nobunaga

In the official fanbook, Gege said Nobara's type is Oda Nobunaga. If you don't know him, he was the head of the powerful Oda clan. See the pattern?

Oda Nobunaga -> member of Oda clan (powerful clan) -> he was the head of Oda clan

Zenin Maki -> member of Zenin clan (one of the big three sorcerers family) -> she wants to be the head of Zenin clan

Yuuji stated even though he still doesn't completely understand the Sorcerer World but he can tell Maki is really strong from the way she walks (or in other words, her charisma). We also see Maki normally takes the leadership role for Tokyo students.

Maki's type is someone stronger than her

This isn't just her type but also something she aspire to be, a strong person. But, Maki has internalized an unhealthy idea of what getting stronger is: not showing any weakness. Of course, she has, and that's fine because everybody has it. I think Nobara is the one who can help her realize the idea is wrong (Keep reading because I'll explain the reason of it later).

Parallel in their backstories

They both come from environments where they had to shut everyone else out because they never feel "at home" in the places that they're supposed to call "home".

They tend to reject other people

Nobara doesn't let people in easily. Only a few people can "sit" in her life and even if someone manages to do it, she isn't openly expresses how she cares about them. We can see that based on how she interacts with Yuuji, Megumi, and even Fumi (her childhood friend)

Nobara covers how she truly feels from Yuuji and Megumi.

BUT when it comes to Maki, Nobara openly shows she cares for her and want to be close with her as possible.

Just Nobara being Maki's simp

She also worried when she learns Maki might be in dangerous situation and didn't think twice to help her.

Worried Girlfriend

However, she was kinda embarrassed when Maki caught her told Yuuji to do his best for Maki's sake. I think that's weird because Nobara is a confident person and why she can't covers how she truly feels the way she usually did?

Nobara having gay panic blushing because Maki heard her conversation with Yuuji and Panda

On the other hand, if Nobara doesn't let people in EASILY, Maki NEVER let people in. Thanks to her family, she doesn't let herself lean on others or feels being cared by others. Maki always repress her emotions when someone shows they care for her, but she couldn't help but feel moved.

Maki always avoid being accepted and cared

Maki and Nobara are blinded

Every character in JJK has flawed viewpoints but that doesn't mean they're wrong. Rather I prefer to think of them as "out of balance".

Maki's primary character flaw comes not from being wrong but lacks understanding. This makes sense if you think about it, she went through abuse from the Zenin clan, treated as a servant and they're constantly looking down on her. So, she shutting everyone else, all their hurtful words. She doesn't want to integrate the viewpoints of other people and never let herself leans on others because it's her "defense system". She also never want to accept her weakness because of it.

For Nobara, her response is the same as Maki. She tends to just shut out everyone else's opinions all the time, she treats everyone else like enemies. Not that she's incapable of being friendly, it just her "defense system" because she avoids the vulnerability of letting people too close.

Nobara found someone she opened up to in that village, Saori. After believing she couldn't open up to anybody else in the village and when she loses that person, it hurts her a lot, hence why she avoids that vulnerability. This is why in one episode we see Nobara thanked Yuuji after he saved her and a boy but she immediately back to acts bossy and hard to please.

The consequence of these, they keep getting blindsided. Nobara loses her left eye in the fight against Mahito because she not listening to Nanami. Maki failed because she was too obsessed to prove herself stronger than anyone else in Zenin clan. (Symbolic, Nobara lose her eye and Maki always wears glasses, both of them are "blind")

What they need to learn is they can lean on others but still being strong individuals and I think they can help each other to learn it. Nobara needs someone who can make her want to be close, so she can learn being close to others and express how she truly feels toward them isn't that bad. Maki needs someone who truly accepts her, someone who helps her accept her weakness, someone who thinks "she's enough" and support her to be stronger.

Maki is the one who can "easily" enter Nobara's life and Nobara is the one who always supports Maki, the one who truly accepts her. Nobara can help Maki to accepts her weakness. In that sense, they're perfectly complement each other.

P. S.

Gege reads works from bl and gl Mangaka and said them interseting works. However, the chance NobaMaki become canon is 50:50 because romance isn't the main theme of JJK.

#nobamaki #maki zenin #nobara kugisaki #nobara x maki #jjk ship #jujutsu kaisen #zenin maki #kugisaki nobara #maki x nobara #jjk spoilers

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byulsgrease · 3 years

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duly noted

you've never been one to obsess about your soulmate, assuming you'll figure it out when the time is right. but seriously, what kind of nonsense has yours been writing about recently?

(eventual moonbyul / wheein x gender neutral reader, soulmate!au, trainee/idol!au, ~1.2k words)

a/n: wheein bias wrecker anon! I might've had too much fun with your req and so this is gonna be my first soulmate au 🤠 while byul and wheein don't actually appear in this part (does that make this a prologue? idk), I promise they'll make their appearance soon enough :)

cw: struggles of being a trainee (weight + food talk)

The claps from your dance instructor ring out in the mirrored studio, calling everyone to attention before they send you off for the day. Everyone stands around listening to whatever niceties they're talking about, asking the rhetorical questions of whether all of you want this, how everyone needs to work harder, etc. How many years has it been now, almost three? Evaluations went pretty well recently and you've certainly demonstrated signs of growth since you started, but debut? Who knows. Does anyone, really?

But right now it's late and you're hungry, hoping that your growling stomach isn't loud enough to pierce through the lecture. You're respectfully tuned out anyway, since it's all old news. Nothing you haven't heard before. They clap again once their spiel ends and everyone disperses. Your eyes catch Hyejin's on your way out of the studio, sharing a funny face and an eyeroll before disappearing into the herd of trainees shuffling to the lockers.

Your locker opens with a routine spin of the dial, taking care to slow down and line up the numbers properly so you're not stuck having to do it over again. The inside's pretty cute for a metallic rectangle— it's really the only space of your own besides your notebook. Pictures of your family, old school friends, and fellow trainee friends line the sides beneath a tiny string of battery-powered fairy lights. It's not much, but always a humbling reminder of why you're here.

Unzipping your bag, you take out a pair of slides and drop them on the floor while stepping out of your sneakers. There's not much else in your bag, just a change of clothes and your notebook, of course. Everyone has one. Anything inside could be drawn, written, scribbled, painted. It��s your personal creative space and no one else's, but with two conditions:

You can't write your name in it, not even your initials. Of course everyone tried to as kids against their parents commands, but letters simply sink into the page, disappearing as if they'd never been written at all.

You can only mark up one side. Pages on the right side are for you, and the left side pages fill themselves. Fill themselves with what? you asked your parents. They gave you a non-answer, saying you'd figure it out someday. Great. Only other thing they bothered to tell you was that your right-hand pages were someone's left-hand ones. So someone can see what I put here? Their confirmation sounded rather casual, which you found weird. Someone out there was watching what you put in? But you got used to it, especially since every person owns one. It's a novelty for children anyway. Mark up a page however you want, knowing that someone out in the would will see, and sit back to watch whatever randomness shows up on the left side.

Your left side pages were actually empty for quite a while, save for the occasional "UGGHHH" followed by a typical childish annoyance scrawled messily across the entirety of the page in marker. Not that notebook use was mandatory, but parents usually encouraged it because it kept their kids occupied. There wasn't much you could do about empty pages, nor did you care most of the time, but it did leave you a little jealous of other kids at school who'd sometimes open theirs and be greeted with cute watercolor paintings, mini murals, or skillfully written poetry.

For you, the notebook's served many uses. As a kid it was random doodles and poorly-drawn fantasy scenarios— escapism, perhaps. In middle school it was angsty poems and random journal entries about the random happenings of your life. For the first half of high school it became your to-do list, keeping track of school assignments. And on the rarest occasion, song lyrics. Visual art was never your medium of choice, music came more easily. But drawing staff lines for music notation in the notebook usually ended up being too tedious, so your original stuff was mostly relegated to voice memos on your phone. And now? Who knows. Trainee life may as well be a blur. Sing, dance, talk, eat if you can afford to, sleep, repeat. It's hard to find the energy to write anything most days. Whenever you feel like checking, the left side has random jottings, nearly illegible most of the time.

It wasn't until you got older that you realized that whoever read your entries on the was the same person generating content on the left. And supposedly the person you're supposed to be with for the rest of time? What kind of system is that? I'm just supposed to trust blindly? having asked your parents in exasperation after figuring it out. Again with more non-answers— it had worked for them, didn't it? There's also the obvious question of why people don't just write directly to each other, but whatever. You're still young, no need to obsess over "the one" unlike some of your classmates. If it's meant to be, it'll happen, you figure. And it obviously is, you've got a notebook with (semi-)filled left side pages. What more could you ask for?

The cacophony of clanging lockers opening and closing starts to die down as people leave. Hyejin's head pops out from behind the locker door, laughing in your face when you flinch.

"Ready to go?"

"Yeah, one sec. Man, I'm starving,” you remark while slipping the bag straps on your back and closing the locker door. You don't even want to know how strapped for cash you are, probably in for another night of boiled eggs and canned kimchi.

“Wanna go out for food?” she immediately asks, eyes alight at the prospect of getting to eat something besides convenience store food.

"I wish. Actually, you wish," you smirk with longing in your eyes. The "no" doesn't even have to be said, weigh-ins are way too soon to risk it. She hangs her head, jokingly dejected as you swing an arm around her shoulder to walk out of the company building together.

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After scrounging up whatever food you call dinner, taking a shower, and flopping into bed, you open up your notebook and grab the random pen laying on your dresser, unsure of what you'll write about tonight. There's chicken scratch on the left page already, ballpoint pen. It's actually legible today, though: In my room every day I see your smile.

What the hell does that mean? Whose smile, yours? You haven't even met yet.

Call me everyday every night, hug me everywhere every time

Utter nonsense. Maybe meeting soulmates is just a huge game of catch-up once everything's finally revealed, surely yours will be. There’s just so many questions. Moving to the right side, you jot down a list of cheat meal ideas along with some assorted notes and pointers from practice that you want to work on tomorrow, drawing little characters next to each list item for fun. After accidentally drawing a random squiggle from jolting yourself awake and feeling the heaviness in your eyelids, you cap your pen and shut your notebook, placing it back in your bag. With the lights out, the last thought you have before sleep consumes you is why haven't you ever tried writing directly to each other after all this time?

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#using their real predebut photos feels like a disservice lmaoo #girl crush is my fave cf tho :D #requested #💥 anon #mamamoo imagines #gg fic #mamamoo x reader #hwasa x reader #mamamoo fanfic #kpop fic #girl group fic #moonbyul imagines #hwasa imagines #wheein imagines #mamamoo scenarios #soulmate au

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oh-for-fic-sake · 4 years

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Day At The Races

You find yourself competing with Bruce on the track.

Masterlist

Warnings: Innuendo's, Swearing

A/n have some fluff, hope you enjoyxx

(Not my gif)

Day At The Races

Taglist @125bluemachine125

You took a deep breath as Bruce parked the car in the school parking lot there was tonnes of people walking around all making there way to the field where the days festivities were being held. You leaned back looking at him smiling lightly

"Sweets its fine there isn't any press here its families only." he pulled up a hand placing a kiss to it then your wrist and arm tugging you close trailing kisses along your arm until he placed a kiss on your cheek making you giggle when he nuzzled you rubbing his light scruff on your cheek.

"Hey no beard burn!"

"First time I've heard that seriously tho today will be fine"

"I know but its the first time we've been out since going public.... people are going to watch and judge especially after the other articles..." he sighed running his thumb across your hand he understood he really did the media had blown up about your relationship as expected but some had gone beyond, many had nice things to say but a few had been critical saying that you was the billionaires answer to a midlife crisis and that you'd be out of the picture, soon enough others followed making articles base solely around your age gap calling you a gold digger a whore without saying the word Bruce as promised had his legal team taking them to court on your behalf for slander. Hell one had made you cry as it was so nasty saying vile things interviews with 'child hood friends' who you hadn't even remembered crawled out of the wood work fabricating stories of raunchy sexual escapades and such claiming you was a high paid 'anything goes' escort and that's how you really met Bruce, it had made him so angry he didn't even bother to go to court he bought the magazine outright and stopped the printing sacking half of the company as well as the ceo and editorial managers.

"Just remember I'm with you. I love you and I've got your back we're a team sweets"

"I love you to" you both leaned in kissing each other you got butterflies in your chest as you both pulled away exiting the car you walked around to bruce he took your hand in his locking the car and led you down towards You eyed the people around you, they were watching you judging you. some scoffed you hear whispers from some people about what you were waering, you looked down you didnt think you looked bad. Bruce like you in these leggings well by the way he had pounced on you when you slid them on grabbing and squeezing your ass in them you assumed he had, they were a false matte black leather look you top was a baggy plain whit on the front on the back was a big patch of a cat saying dont be a pussy... probably not the best choice but you felt cute.

You noticed others women eyeing Bruce it was rare for him to be seen out not in a suit or some variation of it ,receiving looks from many of the mothers and older sisters of the students. Not that you could blame them he was in a tight fit black tee and tasteful dark sweats he had come dressed for the dreaded parents race...You never were one for a man in sweats but damn if he didn't look mouthwatering.. if only they were a tad lower, he caught you looking smirking at you then lifted a thumb to the corner of your mouth.

"Your drooling there sweets hold still." you slapped his hand away

"I was not!" he laughed using the opportunity to grasp your offending hand kissing your palm before holding it tight walking to the desk informing them of your arrival as bruce signed you both in you saw many women glaring at you. You pulled back a little from him he noticed giving your hand a squeeze then moved to hold your hip pulling you to walk beside him.

"Ignore them they are just jealous.... an ass like yours would cost them a lot of money." you squeaked as he pinched your bottom.... he seemed obsessed with it today, you was tankful as his antics were taking your mind off of the glances you was receiving.Bruce quickly navigated the crowds with you arriving at the booths made for parents to sign up to participate in some events he grabed a pen and began filling in for the parents races. Each pupil had a number the parents would get a corresponding number to pin to themselves for the race gaining points for their children adding to their total's helping them to win prizes. He passed the pen to you once filling everything in, you bit your lip writing down your name for the mothers race for Jack freezing you hovered the pen above damien's name bruce smiled leaning down he kissed your ear lightly before speaking quietly in your ear so close you could feel his breath.

"You'd run for him?" you nodded still debating if it was a good idea, it was your first semi public apperance you didnt want to rock the boat.

"Yes... I want to but....It could cause an uproar people could make assumptions." he stood behind you still holding your hip in one hand the other coverd your hand holding the pen making a tick mark beside his sons name kissing the back of your neck.

"Fuck them you want to run the mothers race for my son do it... and I'll run the dads for Jack."he said letting you put down your name before taking back the pen doing the same for jack.

"and I hope to meet you in the winners race."

"Something tells me you'd throw it just to see my ass" he grunted at you

"Nope I always win these things I wouldn't throw them for anything and besides I don't have to throw a race to look at it, I'll look at it when I damn well please, as is my right" you chuckled at him shaking your head

"What ever you say boss man" before being interupted by someone clearing there throat. You both turned to see a barbie who had obviously rearranged herself pulling the tops of her expensive tits out of the yoga top hanging out obscenely trying to gain his attention. You rolled your eyes as a blonde came up behind you both a sultry look fluttering her eyelashes at your man.

"Can I please?" she said motioning to the pen in Bruce's hand her eye scanning him from head to toe licking his lips. He smiled politely handing it to her you scowled at her.

"Of course come on love" he said leading you away you looked down a little.

"Dont let it get to you sweets. They will try, they will always try love"

"I know dosent mean I have to like it tho....Its just hard and I'm trying to behave for your sake. I cant exactly call her out and smack the shit out of her" he grunted twitching in his sweats rearranging himself

"Not if you don't want to be caught being railed on the field no"

"Bruce! are you always thinking about sex? seriously were in a school"

you shouted laughing pushing him lightly as he laughed pulling you back ton him placing you in front as he walked resting his chin on your shoulder whispering huskily into your ear.

"Well this is where me met.... its on my list"

"No!. Do not even go there with your stupid fucking list"

"Don't knock the list...You could have one if you want...I'm sure we could find a way to sneak away for five minutes or so, we could try Mr Kolemans office"

"Oh? and when do you ever finish in five minutes?" he shrugged sending you cheeky look

"Just because I haven't doesn't mean I cant" you shook you head rolling your eyes at him. You quickly noticed the blond from earlier was sticking close the the both of you, Bruce had noticed but kept quiet ignoring her as you made your way across to the boys events. You grunted as she tailed you all the way down the field even as you both sat on the grass you sat between Bruce's legs he pulled you close making a point to touch and hold you. She was always trying to be in sight of Bruce twirling her hair and fluttering her eyes at one point bending over in front of him wiggling her boney ass. You seethed knowing what she was doing but unable say anything.

"You know...You could say something...I really wouldn't mind..Quite the opposite I would enjoy having you get all territorial just a quick snap? growl? anything?" you rolled your eyes as he began grinding against you making sure you felt just how much he would enjoy it

"Bruce behave youself!!"you slapped his thigh making him grunt and hiss leaning forward capturing your ear between his teeth suckling your lobe

"Go oonn you know you want to, do it for me?" he continued kissing down your neck you flushed as she scoffed as Bruce sucked a new mark onto your neck. You would not start a cat fight over Bruce, not that you didn't want to fight for him just that you didn't need to. He was yours. But it didn't mean you wasn't self conscious as the slim woman tried to gain his attention. Tho he made himself quite clear with his little display just who it was he desired. You shook your head trying to rise above her pettiness. Spotting the boys you waved then pointed them out to Bruce who was now satisfied with his fresh mark pulled away with a soft kiss. Jack and Damien sat across from you, Jack waved back then nudged Damien who smiled nodding to you. First was the throwing events then we moved to the jumps.

"Whats Damien doing?"

"He is doing high jump he is band from long jump."

"What? why?"

"He... clears the sand.... by quite a bit so he cant do it now, the others cant compete with him"

"That doesn't sound fair being banned for being good at it" he sighed.

"And he was holding back"

"Wow so he's and agile little bugger then"

"Heh you have no idea" you both watched the kids participate in their events moving across the field. Throughout the day you saw a pattern Damien was top across the board. In every single event he did. The boy didn't even break a sweat as he was leaving all of the others in the dust, you got the distinct feeling he was holding back. Especially as you saw Bruce motion for him to slow down.

"Bruce what the fuck! your sons a beast how the fuck can he do that im pretty sure he just broke a world record?" you cried as he won the hurdles a good 50 seconds before Jack came in second place. you pulled out your phone to do a google search on hurdle world records Bruce sighed running a hand across the back of his neck.

"...Well he likes fitness and sports I may have updated the manor's gym for him" you snapped your head to him.

"Hang on whoa a gym? where the hell have you hid a gym?" he faltered which was unlike him before quickly snapping out of it stuttering.

"Err well it's-its at the back in the old part,its not fully finished I don't want you going in there it has potentially dangerous equipment in there, professional stuff you need to be taught how to use them." you nodded unconvinced before hearing an anouncement.

"All parents participating in the parental race please come and collect your numbers" Bruce stood helping you up. You both walked to the table collecting the numbers 345 jack 352 for Damien pinning them to your tee shirts ,the fathers race was first you pulled Bruce in for a sweet kiss which he promptly tried deepening wrapping himself aroung you you giggle pulling back as he moved to kiss down your neck, you glowed red as the other parents watch out right some of the women were scoffing. You cupped his face.

"Good luck babe kick ass" he smiled kissing your lips again

"You to" he said before taking position on the start line you was awestruck as you watched him dominate the race, what ever Bruce had said about Damien in the gym was bullshit, it was genetics, pure dna it had to be as Bruce quickly made his way out front and stayed there he was miles away from the others you cheered as he made it across the finish line. Smiled Standing tall as the other runners crouched over panting some heaving there faces purple. You took your place on the starting line noting that blondy was in the line up doing some bullshit yoga stretches drawing attention to herself, although you was on the larger side than the other women you was confident. In school you had been on the track team, not only that this was Gotham being able to run was a survival skill that most of these women didn't need to master in their gilded castles. You crouched looking down the track taking a slow breath flexing the muscles in your legs warming them with extra blood flow as the others got in position. The teacher counted down and you were off you stayed near the back pacing yourself letting the others wear themselves out before going in for the win, as predicted the others all took off in a full sprint loosing steam quickly. Half way down the track you took it up a notch sprinting slowly building up to full speed passing the women one by one hearing the curses and gasps as you took the lead even then you pushed on breaking away further and further finally crossing the finish line Bruce high fived you.

"Where the hell did that come from?"

"Track team, you never start with sprinting." he shook his head now the top three of each would race one another you noticed with glee that blondy hadn't made it through, she maybe skinny but you were fitter and you couldn't help being smug. You all lined up looking to Bruce you don't care about beat the others just him but you had no hope in winning against him outright so would have to try some underhanded tactics smiling slyly.

"Hey babe?" you bent over a little wiggling your ass he glanced at you wetting his lips eyeing your bent over form as the teacher to position starting to count down.

"Yeah"

"Is it obvious I'm not wearing anything underneath these?" you said pulling on your leggings he gasped standing up quickly turning to look at your ass.

"You what?!" you laughed running as the race began Bruce missing the call swore quickly following a few seconds you as you took a healthy lead the others now tired from the previous race, you glanced behind you seeing him quickly gaining on you, not even in his lane he'd merged into yours and he looked determined but his eyes were glued to you ass,

"Just you wait!" he shouted out to you squealing you pushed harder trying to stay ahead of him laughing unable to stop yourself from tucking your ass below you as you heard his heavy steps just behind you fully expecting him to grab you.

"No! Bruce! I'm sorry!" you shouted as he was practically on top of you as you crossed the finish line

"Sorry?! you get your ass here!!" but you didn't stop dodging him for a few more moments, in that moment you didn't care about the damn race you screamed as he finally caught you around the waist lifting you up crushing you against him.

"That was really a really dirty trick woman" he said you laughed he placed you down in front him your back to him then smoothed his hands across your ass raking his fingers up and down before giving you a quick spank you flushed knowing full well no matter how discreet he was trying to be someone was bound to have seen that.

"You little tease!" he growled once he felt the the seam of your underwear he moved hugging you from behind pulling you back grinding into your ass lightly.

"Just you wait until I get you to the car" you mewled at the threat rubbing back against him feeling his significant bulge pressing insistently at your ass

"Is that a promise Mr Wayne?" he groaned into your neck. Turning you saw that you had indeed come first gaining both boys extra points.

"Ha I won!!" you laughed

"Yes you won, but at what cost?" you froze turning to look at him wide eyed

"Cost? what do you mean cost? Bruce?" he just laughed pulling away from you as he waved over at the boys both of them shrinking into their shoulders at the public display you'd given everyone. He walked over to the table to hand in his numbers you followed at a safe distance

"Bruce? What cost? hey! don't ignore me!" He did tho chuckling to himself deciding to let your mind dwell on what could be in store for you.

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