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𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 : part two

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PAIRING ▸ lee heeseung x fem bodied!reader

SUMMARY ▸ getting isa and jake to fall in love with you and heeseung is harder than it seems to be- especially now when the whole school thinks you two are dating.

WORD COUNT ▸ 11,264

GENRE ▸ enemies 2 lovers, angst, SMUT ; oral, handjobs, making out etc

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minors dni

LEE ISA WAS THE CLOSEST THING TO THE 'PERFECT GIRL' YOU HAVE EVER SEEN IN YOUR LIFE, SO IT WASN'T A SURPRISE THAT JAKE AND HEESEUNG LIKED HER.

lee isa got good grades, was kind and respectful, was pretty and was head of the dance team. you’ve spoken to her a few times in your shared classes- and you’ve seen her at some of the parties you’ve gone to. you aren’t sure if you’d consider her a friend, but you were definitely close acquaintances. which is why you weren’t too nervous to go up to her before the first period and ask her if she was going to the party on saturday- you just hoped that heeseung would walk by on time like the both of you had planned.

you weren’t surprised when you saw the pretty, black-haired girl standing at her locker early in the morning, taking out her textbooks for her classes out of the locker. her school uniform looked as if it had been ironed out this morning and was tucked in so neatly that it somehow added to her already existing beauty.

“hi isa!” you say as you stand behind her.

she turns around with a smile on her pretty face and lightens up more when she sees that it’s you, “hi, y/n! how are you this morning?”

“i’m good, i’m good!” you smile at her, feeling as if her smile was contagious the more you looked at it, “how are you?”

“eh, i’m okay! i have the auditions for the dance team later today so i kinda have a long day ahead of me.” she pouts at you.

“oh! lucky you, i guess! i was just seeing if you were going to that big party tomorrow night, but you might be too tired after today, huh?”

“yeah, i was thinking about going! i’ll have to see how tired i am tomorrow morning before i go! i figure you’re going?”

you think you smell the scent of victory as she speaks, “yeah i am! a few of my friends and i will be there for sure! you know my friends, right?”

isa scoffs and you glance out the side of your eye to see if lee heeseung is coming down the hallway- which he should be if he wants to time this right, “of course i do! everyone knows you and your friends, y/n!” isa laughs out- god even her laugh is pretty.

“uh, i don’t know about that!” you tease, “i think we just go to a lot of parties!’

“yeah, like every single one!”

you laughed with isa praying to god that stupid lee heeseung would walk by right now.

“yeah, so i might see you on saturday, right?” isa continued, closing her locker. fuck fuck fuck.

“uh, yeah! for sure! even if you come for a bit it would be cool to see you!” you told isa, fuck you lee heeseung.

“okay! i’ll see you later, y/n!” isa waved at you and turned on her pretty heel.

“bye, isa!” you replied and at that moment stupid lee heeseung started walking towards you.

you stuck your hands out in front of you to ask him where the hell he’s been and he only responded with an anxious shrug before he looked at isa. when he got closer to you you only moved with instinct and the thought that if you didn’t get heeseung and isa together then it would blow your whole chances with jake. so before you could even think about what to do, your hands are on heeseung’s shoulders and are pushing him into isa before she gets too far.

the next thing you see as heeseung’s back leaves your hands is isa’s textbooks and papers falling to the ground along with heeseung himself. you turn around and act as if you didn’t notice the entire scene as all the other students in the hall groan and congratulate heeseung as being a fucking idiot before moving on and going to class. you stop when you’re a few meters away from them so you can watch heeseung scramble up the papers and textbooks as isa stands with a concerned look on her face.

“shit, i am so sorry.” heeseung says, trying to grab all of her papers and textbooks neatly- ignoring all the comments of his friends walking past him.

“it’s okay!” isa reassures him, bending down to help him quickly, “are you okay?” she asks him when they both stand again.

“yeah! totally! i’m sorry i wasn't looking where i was going!” heeseung lies with a shameful smile.

“no, really it’s okay! as long as you’re okay!” isa smiles up at him and he thinks his heart stops for a second as their eyes meet, “hey, you’re friends with y/n, right?”

the mention of your name makes his heart return to a normal pace, “uh, kinda, yeah- heeseung, my name’s heeseung.”

“heeseung, right! you’re on the soccer team!” isa looks him up and down and he swears to himself that he sees her eyes stay on his crotch for a second longer than the rest of him.

“yeah! i am!”

“right, so are you gonna go to that party tomorrow night?”

“yeah, i am, i’ll be there with a couple of friends.”

“with y/n’s friends?” isa teasingly smirks at him.

“yeah, something like that.”

“cool, i might see you there then.”

heeseung feels his heart and gut clench out of excitement at her words, “yeah, for sure.”

“bye, heeseung!” she waves gently at him and he’s so shocked at her cuteness that he can only stand there with his hand up in some sort of wave back as he watches her turn and practically skips down the hallway to her first class.

you’re about to stomp over to heeseung to scold him for messing up your guys’ original plan but a group of boys from down the hall stop you- and you see jake looking down the hall at where heeseung and isa had just been talking. you aren’t sure if jake had actually seen the two talking but he for sure saw them wave at each other and you think he almost glares at the way heeseung is standing like a stone in the middle of the hallway now.

“bro, where the fuck were you?” your slap against his bicep awakens him out of his ‘isa trance’.

“ow!” heeseung grabs and rubs the part of his bicep where you had just smacked.

“what took you so damn long to get here!” you scold him, thankfully everyone in the hall had vanished into their classrooms now.

“i got caught up with the coach at the front, did you have to push me?” heeseung narrows his eyes at you.

“well if i didn’t then you wouldn’t have talked to her! so i think you should be thanking me!”

heeseung rolls his eyes, “she told me she’d see me at the party tomorrow.”

“did she?” you said excitedly and you don’t know why you were so excited for lee heeseung.

“yeah, she did. so now what?”

“now, we have to separate isa and jake at the party- which should be fairly easy since we’ll be with both of them.

when heeseung said that the two of you should show up to saturday’s party together, you didn’t expect him to show up at your house, knocking and talking to your mom at the front door.

“y/n, you didn’t tell me that you and heeseung were such good friends!” your mom speaks to you when you came down the stairs, stopping right in place when you saw him standing there with a smirk on his face.

“uh,” you start, your eyes glancing between your mom and heeseung, “we aren’t!”

“what?” your mom looks taken aback, “heeseung just told me you guys are best friends and he’s here to take you to a party.” you glare at heeseung who only holds back a laugh, rolling your eyes and missing the way he stares at your bare legs, shown by the dress you were wearing.

“he was joking!” you shake your head, “right, heeseung?”

“yeah, sorry, i was joking around,” heeseung admits to your mom, allowing for you to let out a sigh of relief, “-we’re actually dating.”

“what?” both you and your mom exclaim at the same time. the quick pace of your mother’s eyes darting from in between you on the stairs and heeseung at the front door was concerning.

“he’s just joking, mom!” you walk up to her with your hands held out in defence.

“what’re you talking about, y/n? how come you don’t want your parents to know about us!” heeseung mocks the shock as he looked at you with false sorrow in his eyes.

“heeseung! quit it out!” you shove his shoulder and grabb your jacket.

“y/n, what is going on?” your mother asks with a serious tone in her voice.

“he’s just joking, mom, don’t listen to him.” you turn and start to push heeseung backwards out your front door onto the porch.

“y/n we’re talking about this tomorrow!” your mom calls after as the both of you laugh and run down your driveway, not believing what just happened.

“heeseung! why’d you do that?’ you slap his bicep like you did the day before.

“ow! why’re you always hitting me!” heeseung rubs his arm.

“because you’re an idiot!”

“why?” heeseung exclaims, “it’s not like we won’t be spending time at each other’s houses more often- so now your parents won’t question why i’m always gonna be over.”

“god,” you groan out into the night, “i think i’d just rather them question it.”

heeseung laughs at you and grabs a hold of your forearm getting ready to drag you with him, “c’mon we got your next boyfriend waiting for you.”

it was easy to find jake at the party since he was surrounded by the rest of your loud friends. choerry was already dancing on one of the side tables in the great foyer and was the first thing you had seen when you and heeseung walked in. beside her, on the floor, chaeryeong and ryujin were trying to coax her down. and behind them was sunghoon, jay and jake were standing and cheering her on to continue.

you felt like you couldn’t stop staring at jake once you saw him- as if your other friend wasn’t a meter above you on the table. his blonde hair was pushed back and it brought warmth to his tan face. his all-black outfit suited him so nicely that you wanted to grab him and show him how much experience you have- experienced because of lee heeseung.

“choerry, seriously! come down before you hurt yourself!” ryujin calls up to your dancing friend.

“i’m having fun, ryu!” choerry laughs back and continues dancing to the loud music.

“just let her continue guys, she’s having fun and she looks hot!” jay says from behind them.

“ew jay!” chaeryeong says and ryujin faked (or really you don’t know) gagged from his words.

“what? can i not say she’s hot?” jay looks taken aback as sunghoon and jake start to laugh at him being scolded by your friends.

“no!” chaeryeong and ryujin respond at the same time.

“oh, hey guys.” sunghoon nods at you and heeseung, “when did you get here?”

“we just g-” heeseung starts but you cut him off.

“he was standing outside with a couple of other people and came in when i got here,” you explain quickly, avoiding heeseung’s eyes.

“yeah, i’ve been here a while,” heeseung adds with a straight smile.

“alright,” sunghoon givds you both a weird look.

“come y/n, let’s go get you a drink.” chaeryeong links her arm with yours and starts to pull you towards the kitchen with ryujin.

“yeah, i need one, too!” jake says and started to follow the three of you.

“hi, jake.” you smile up at him.

“hi, y/n,” he responds, tilting his head when he smiled back at you.

when you were all in the kitchen and someone started pouring shots, you all took up and cheered each other before downing it. it burnt your throat as it went down but you were too excited about how the night was supposed to play out that you quickly forgot about it and turned to jake.

“do you wanna take another one?” you ask him, gesturing to your shot glass.

“sure, why not?’ jake shrugs and grabs the bottle, messily pouring it in his shot glass and then yours. he passed you yours and wrapped your arms around one another, smiling down at you before you both pressed the glasses to your lips. both of you shook your heads from the bitter taste and unwrapped your arms while laughing. “jesus that’s nasty.”

“i know, what even is it?” you glance down at the bottle.

“probably some cheap shit that yeonjun stole from his mom.” jake turns the bottle in his hand, examining it with a disgusted look on his face. you laugh at his response and leaned over to get a red solo cup, wanting to drink more so you felt less nervous around jake.

“thanks for teaching me how to surf this summer.” you thank jake as you pour yourself a proper drink, “it was really fun.”

“it’s no problem, i was happy to help- that’s what friends are for, right?” jake clasps his hand over your head and messes up your hair gently before removing it.

“hey!” you fake scold him and press down on the top of your hair to fix the mess he had made.

“what? you don’t like when i mess up your hair?”

“no!” you laugh out, “i don’t!”

“and why not? i think it looks cute all messy.” jake clamps his hand over your head again and messes it up. meanwhile, you try to keep your heart at a normal pace from his compliment.

“do you?” you smile cheesily up at him.

he nods, “reminds me of when we were surfing and you’d come up from the water with your hair all over your face so that you couldn’t see or breathe.”

“jake!” you shove his shoulder playfully. he opens his mouth to respond but chaeryeong’s voice pitches your ears.

“oh my god, isa, you’re here!” jake’s head turns away from you at the mention of isa’s name and he turns around and watched ryujin run around the kitchen island towards the foyer again where isa stood with her dance friends, “help us get choerry off of the table!” ryujin sighs but walks back over to the front foyer where all your friends stand, jake follows after her, not paying any attention if you were following him or not.

so you stand in the kitchen watching your friends all laugh as they try to pull choerry off of the table and watch as jake went right up to isa, smiling down at her as her face lightens up at the sight of him. you feel anger and jealousy and hurt rumble in your chest before you turn and finish your drink- pouring another quickly after.

your sight is still locked on the scene of jake and isa together before your eyes drift to lee heeseung who is looking at the exact location as you were, only his eyes didn’t seem to hold any of the anger or jealousy that yours did- but sorrow and hopefulness mixed around in his.

you took this time that you felt invisible to everyone to look over at lee heeseung. his outfit was almost opposite of jake’s as his nice shirt was white and hanging out of his black jeans- and his black hair was still hanging over his forehead almost into his eyes. his tan skin was flushed pink at the top of his cheekbones probably from the alcohol and heat inside of the house party. he looked almost- cute as he stood and watched all of your friends interact with each other.

and almost as if he was reading your mind his eyes shift across the house to you standing by yourself in the kitchen, your red solo cup in one hand as your other actions mimic his.

heeseung tilts his head quickly to the side towards the direction where isa was practically hanging off of jake’s arm and he was hanging onto every word that slip from her pretty lips. you could only roll your eyes in response to heeseung before lifting your cup up and downing it. you saw heeseung smile at you before he finishes his own cup, his eyes drifting to swirl around your legs before they met your eyes again.

that was the last you remember of seeing lee heeseung that night before he came up to you, chaeryeong and ryujin dancing in the middle of the living room- you weren’t sure how many drinks or shots you had at the point but it was a lot since the time you drank with heeseung from across the room.

you had started a drinking game with yourself that every time you saw isa and jake in the house you would take another shot- which was a lot since they were attached at the hip all night. part of you wanted heeseung to step in and stop them from talking somehow since your mind felt far too hazy to think of a reasonable reason to talk to them and get them to separate. but when you would find heeseung in the crowd of people in the house you saw how drunk he was himself.

when heeseung had found the three of you dancing he could only laugh at the way you were all grabbing each other and dancing to the music as if you were in your own world together.

“heeseung!” ryujin grabs him so he was joining your guys’ world, “come dance with us!”

he had no choice but to start dancing with you guys, the grip the ryujin had on him bound him to the music and your guys’ rhythm. you were all laughing with each other and you felt like you were having with lee heeseung for the first time in your entire life. a part of you wondered if heeseung had always been this fun and you were just blinded by your apparent hate for him that came out of nowhere in freshman year.

at some point, ryujin had left to get another drink and chaeryeong drifts away to dance with some other people, leaving only you and heeseung alone in the middle of the room. your eyes focused on isa and jake whispering to each other by the side of the living room, both of them leaning on the wall of the house. you caught the way isa’s hand was resting on jake’s bicep and his arm was wrapped around her waist, keeping her close.

heeseung realizes you stopped dancing and tries to focus his eyes on where you were looking. he groans when he caught the way jake and isa look so close as they stood together.

“ignore them, y/n,” he bends down into your ear, “we can try again on monday.”

you whine at his words and turn your body around to face him although your head is still turned to see jake and isa. “this is not what i thought would happen tonight, hee!”

heeseung quirks his eyebrow up at the way you says his nickname that usually everyone except for you called him. he didn’t know if it was because he was drunk and frustrated that the girl he liked was with his best friend at the moment but you look so cute when you are upset in your little party dress that shows off your pretty legs.

heeseung wasn’t blind. he’s noticed before how attractive you got when you danced- you looked so carefree like you have no worries in the world- like you didn’t hate his guts.

and tonight you were dancing right in front of him and whining about how some guy (his best friend) didn’t like you and he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you.

“and i’m drunk and i just want jake to- why’re you looking at me like that?” you stop your ramble when you notice the way heeseung’s face held a small smirk and his eyes were tight with something you’ve never seen before. you hold back a squeak when his hand wraps around your waist and pulls you closer to him.

“just dance with me, y/n- i want you to.” heeseung’s’ voice drops a few octaves as he spoke to you over the music. you think you were about to protest before he starts to grind his hips into yours with the beat. heeseung bends over so his lips were by your ear, “dance with me so jake can see what he’s missin’ out on, yeah?” and the smell of his shampoo that you swore you hated smelt so enticing with his deep voice that you only nod in response- your hips following afterwards.

you’re sure that if heeseung had asked you to dance with him a month ago you would’ve faked gagged and swore at him, but something about tonight and how you now know how heeseung felt against your body was changing you. your head felt lighter now that you had been drinking a while and your veins were filled with envy that seemed to heave down your arms onto heeseungs shoulders and wrapped around his neck.

heeseung’s hands pulled your hips so that they grind with his, pushing your lower abdomen into his and swaying your hips together to the beat of the loud music. the sounds of the cheers, singing and laughing by everyone else seemed to have been blacked out and you could only focus on dancing with him.

you leaned your head forward onto heeseung so that it rested just below his shoulder and looked over to where jake and isa had been standing minutes before. they still were in their own little world, both of them having soft smiles on their faces as they talked to one another.

“kiss me,” heeseung said as he watched you looking over at your future lovers.

“what?” you pulled your head away from him, remembering your hatred and disgust for the boy.

“kiss me,” heeseung repeated with a shrug, “make them pay attention to us, make them jealous.”

you felt shy under his gaze and you looked back over to jake that looked so pretty standing against the wall, talking to the girl he liked- to the girl that you wished you were, “i don’t know, heeseung.”

“c’mon y/n,” heeseung lowered his head so he could look into your eyes, “don’t you want jake to know that you've experienced? want isa to be interested in me instead?” when you still didn’t answer him and he picked up that you were zoning out to focus on your thoughts again, “please?”

and something about his desperate begging made you cave, “fine.” and heeseungs lips were against yours. it was a soft, long kiss at first- until it wasn’t.

you tried to keep up with the pace that he was kissing you at but all you could think about was jake that was standing just meters away and had a high chance of looking over and seeing you two. not to mention the hundreds of people all swarming the house that were standing and dancing around you that were all probably going to witness you and lee heeseung kissing.

heeseung pulls away from you gently so his head didn’t go far from yours, “pretend i’m jake, right y/n? pretend you’re kissing jake in front of everyone and grinding your dirty hips into his.”

heeseung’s words helped you fall into your fantasy easily and you closed your eyes and waited for his lips to be on yours again. this time, you imagined that jake was holding you close to his body, and pressing his lips roughly into yours with pure lust and desire.

you imagined that jake was kissing you in front of everyone at this stupid party to let everyone know that you were his. you feel as if you were kissing him so sloppily that if the house was silent, it would be the only thing you’d be able to hear.

one of heeseung’s hands leaves your waist and grips your jaw, his thumb taking a hold of your cheek to kiss you more. you press a hard kiss into his mouth, making a noise fall from his lips that only you could hear. the noise makes you pull away from him and your eyes dart to where jake and isa stood, they were closer to one another this time, and isa was looking right at you.

isa was pretty- pretty enough that even her expressionless face was intimidating as she stared at you. you couldn’t tell what she was thinking after she saw how intimate you and heeseung had been just seconds before for god knows how long.

jake who stood beside her was still talking to her, leaning down into her ear and whispering something to her, making her eyes tear apart from your own and focus back onto the boy you like.

heeseung grabbed your face and tore your head back to him, smashing his lips onto yours. both of your hips moved in sync with not only the music but with your lips as well. it was fast and sloppy and you liked the way both of your tongues meshed together- the way they fought together. jake’s hand slips down from your waist and plays with the hem of your dress. you could feel his warm fingers skim your upper thigh and it made you realize how much you needed him- how much you needed jake to make you feel good.

you pulled your head away from heeseung again, making him groan lowly out of annoyance and frustration. your eyes were met with the empty wall where jake and isa had once occupied, now both of them were out of sight. “where’d they go?”

heeseung grudgingly turns his head to look around the crowded room, trying to spit out his best friend and isa. “i don’t see them.”

“fuck, did they leave together?” you almost whined, not paying attention to the way your thighs rubbed together in the lack of being touched. heeseung almost laughed at your blind neediness, being easy to catch on since he’s been staring at your legs all night.

heeseung’s fingers grabbing the bottom of your dress again and pulling you closer to him make you snap your head towards him, about to curse at him out of shock and slight anger.

“it’s okay, we can just move on to the next step on monday, right?” heeseung said lowly to you.

you pout, “yeah i guess.” heeseung could feel the warmth from your skin as he kept his fingers hooked underneath the hem of your dress, wanting to itch his fingers up higher to rub against your panties and see if you were wet.

heeseung smirks at your answer and leans forward so that only you could hear him quickly, “how about you pretend i’m jake for a little while longer and make you feel good?” your eyes widen at his words and you become hyper-fixated on his fingers now. “hm?” his nose rubs into your cheek from the side once, wanting to get you to answer him.

“please.”

heeseung’s hands left your dress and grabbed hold of one of your hands, turning so that his back was to you and he was dragging you through the herd of people in the house. he was pulling you so fast through people that you were practically running after him as he took big strides to get to somewhere private. you couldn’t help the giggles that fell from your mouth as he almost ran into about ten different people and the dirty looks they were giving you and him.

heeseung pulls you into a bathroom he found down a hall and locks the door after you’re standing against the counter sink. he walks up to you so your hips are against the counter and your chests are pressed together.

“you’re gonna let me make you feel good?” heeseung asks you, his hands trailing down your sides.

“hees-.” you’re about to whine out from frustration but the sound of his tsking stops you.

“you gotta pretend, right y/n?” he smirks at the way you nod at him before he’s lifting you up and onto the counter. “close your eyes.” you do as he says, trying not to roll your eyes at how commanding he is and how you seem to be so easily obeying. you feel his hands roll up the bottom of your skirt so that it pools at your waist. you feel cold for a moment from your bottom half being newly exposed before you feel heeseu- jake starts to kiss your thighs softly.

out of what must be instinct, you spread your legs wider, accepting the boy in between them. “you’ve never been eaten out before, right?” he asks you, his hands rubbing up and down your thighs gently, not wanting to leave them. you shake your head no in response to him. he hums, “you trust me?” you nod again to him as the excitement grows within you. suddenly his hand grabs your chin and it makes you snap your eyes open, “use your words.”

“yes, i trust you.” you measly squeak out and you feel your lower abdomen tighten with lust at the thought of what was going to happen in a second.

“good girl,” he pats your cheek with his entire hand tenderly, “close your eyes.”

when you close them again you feel his breath on your thighs again and his hands stop at the top of your panties. your heartbeat quickens in anticipation as jake hooks his fingers into your panties, starting to slip them off of you. you raise your bottom half off of the counter for a second so that he can completely take them off of you and throws them to the ground.

your feel his hands spread your thighs so he can see you. heeseung groans at sight, “so fuckin’ pretty.” he mumbles and you try to not blush at the compliment. without much thought, jake moves his mouth to your core and licks a long strip of your slit with his tongue.

you whine at the feeling that you’ve never felt before, your hands clinging harder onto the counter to prepare yourself. jake continues to lick your slit while listening to the sounds you let out, wanting to know how to please you quickly. he smirks into your core when one of your hand's lets go of the counter and holds onto his hair instead.

every time jake goes over your clit you let out a quiet mewl that edges him on further. he gives your slit a few more ling strips before he’s teasing your opening open with his tongue. jake grunts at the taste of you, the vibrations into your core make you want to buck your hips up further into his face. “taste so good, baby.”

his grip on your legs tightens as he moves to angle them to lay over his shoulders so he can have better access to your pussy, “i've wanted your legs around my shoulders since i saw you walk down your damn stairs.”

“fuck, jake.” you moan out, throwing your head back at his words so that it rests against the mirror.

as if jake knows your body like the back of his own hand, he starts to fuck his tongue into you perfectly, making you feel something close to euphoric that you’ve never felt before. his tongue moves so fast in and out of you that it makes your stomach have a familiar tightness in it.

jake gives your clit a few hard sucks, before flicking it back and forth with his tongue. when you moan loudly and both of you feel your legs twitch around his shoulders you know that you won’t last much longer.

jake holds you closer to him, his tongue playing with you harder now, wanting to feel your orgasm on his tongue, “are you gonna come for me like the good girl you are, y/n? gonna come for me with your soft legs around my head?” he sucks one hard and final move before you’re thrown off the edge, moaning out a ‘jake’ as you do.

you orgasm hard while your legs and pussy twitch around him. jake moans into your core as you scream ‘his’ name as your eyes squeeze tighter together.

your grip on heeseung’s hair relaxes as you open your eyes to look down on him. his hair is pulled around on top of his head and his eyes look almost as blown out as yours do. his lips are red and his whole mouth and chin are glistening into the shitty bathroom light from your juices and his saliva.

“fuck,” you let out breathlessly as your chest heaves, trying to catch some breath.

“i’ve been saying that i’m good at giving head.” heeseung proclaims with a knowing look on his face.

you unwrap one of your legs from behind his head and press your toes to his shoulder and shove him back, “shut up, hee!” heeseung laughs as he falls backward slightly before standing up in between your legs again, this time towering over you as you still sat on the counter. he starts to lean in closer to you but stops when you quirk your eyebrow up at him and ask what he was doing.

“what? you don’t want to taste yourself?”

you couldn’t help the whine that comes out of your mouth at the thought of it, not caring that heeseung laughs at you before he pulls your mouth onto his. the kiss is almost soft, so you could really taste yourself. it’s sweet and gross but you don’t care.

heeseung pulls away and his hand came to grab onto your face, “open your mouth.” his fingers dig more into your skin to keep your mouth open when you did as he said. he leans his mouth over to yours and purses his lips, getting a glob of spit to fall from his mouth and land directly into yours.

the feeling of his spit mixed with your juices landing on your tongue was intense and you want to feel it again and again as you swallow it.

“fuck,” heeseung says breathlessly this time. you shyly smiled up at him and looked away down to your bare legs. the small bathroom felt more intimate now with the way heeseung had looked at you swallowing his spit so easily. “okay, move.” he taps the side of your ass suddenly, the intimate feeling vanishing within seconds.

so you scoff at him with disappointment as you jump down from the counter that he had put you on.

“what? i need to wash my hands.” he shakes his head at you.

you scoff again and turn to grab your panties and slip them back on yourself, “you’re just so kind heeseung, you really know how to treat a girl you just tongue fucked.” you speak sarcastically, heeseung catches the way you roll your eyes behind him in the mirror.

“just go wait outside for me,” he says dismissively as he watches you in the mirror.

“so now you’re kicking me out?” you ask him with your arms crossed over your chest, your dress still pushed up your thighs and heeseung has to force himself to look away from your legs.

“no, i just need to fix my hard-on before we leave and i’d prefer to have some privacy.” heeseung shakes his head at you before he turns around, “unless you want to see my dick, y/n.” your eyes naturally glance down at the hard bulge in his pants as he leans against the counter you were just moaning on top of.

“ew!” you exclaim out of instinct from all the other times heeseung has mentioned his dick in front of you. you turn and unlock the door before opening it and stepping out of it, closing it harshly behind you. you bite down on your smile when you hear heeseung laugh from the other side of it.

the music is much louder but still muffled as you wait for heeseung in the hallway. you hum along to it as you pull your dress down and try to fix your appearance yourself.

“oh, y/n!” ryujin’s voice calls from the top of the stairs down the hall.

“hey!” you smile at her as she comes closer.

“do you know if jake is in the bathroom?” ryujin points to the closed door beside you.

“uh,” you drag out, taken by surprise at her question, completely aware of the feeling of sweat that starts to form on your back.

the bathroom door swings open and reveals a normal-looking heeseung- as if his head wasn’t just in between your legs and his spit was dribbling from his lips to yours.

“oh, hey, hee.” ryujin nods at him with a confused expression.

“hey,” he smiles at her, “what’s up?”

“nothing really, have you been in there the whole time?” she asks him and points to the bathroom behind him.

“no, only a few minutes,” heeseung shrugs casually and you mentally curse at him for being able to remain so calm as ryujin questions the bathroom you were both just in, “why?”

“because i could’ve sworn i heard someone moan jake in there, i thought him and isa were finally hooking up.” ryujin laughs sincerely as you and heeseung can only look at each other in shock.

“uh, i didn’t hear anything, i’ll find out later from jake though if they did.” heeseung winks at her, “i’ll talk to you later.”

“sweet.” ryujin nods at him as he walks away, going back downstairs, leaving you with ryujin in the hall and questioning the entire experience you had just had with lee heeseung.

you didn’t talk to heeseung for the rest of the weekend after he left you with ryujin in the hallway, but you met with him monday morning in the outdoor classroom.

your legs are dangling off the bench you sit on when heeseung comes in, throwing himself down beside you and sighing.

“what’s up with you?” you ask as you look over at his slumped down figure.

“you should be thankful that you aren’t as close friends with isa as i am with jake.” heeseung states, resting his chin in his palm as he leans on the bench handle. you ask him what he’s talking about and he continues, “all day yesterday all jake could talk about was how amazing isa is- which i know she is- but i don’t want to hear another guy talk about the girl i like!”

“he was saying that she is amazing?” you feel your shoulders drop, “what else was he saying?”

“just that she smells nice, and her smile is perfect and that she’s just so funny- which i can’t argue with but-” heeseung stops himself when he sees your smaller figure matches his slumped over one, a small pout forming on your lips. “hey- it’s okay, you know our plan is going to work and i’ll have to suffer and hear about all the things jake likes about you then.” heeseung sits up and shoves your shoulder with his, trying to perk you up.

“do we even know if it’s going to work!” you exclaim feeling frustrated, “i mean saturday night went nothing according to plan!”

“well it didn’t really follow along to our plan exactly, but jake saw that you know how to make out and grind at least!” heeseung starts to laugh as he teases you.

“heeseung!” you groan feeling embarrassed by the way you were clinging onto him two days ago.

“what? you were good! i’m sure jake noticed!” the bell ringing meaning the start of the school prevents you from yelling at him and shoving him off of the bench you are both sitting at, “shit, i’m gonna be late for practice now.” heeseung swings his backpack over his shoulder as stands, “you coming?”

you shrug, “nah, i have a quiz next period so i’m just going to stay out here and study for it.”

“alright, see you around, good luck on your quiz.”

“see you.”

heeseung leaves the outdoor classroom and leaves you behind on the bench, making you remember the way it felt for him to leave you right after he gave you head on the weekend- right after he basically kicked you out. you wondered for the past two days about how his personality changed so much in a second from where he could be so soft and almost caring- to the downright douchebag you always knew in a second.

you don’t understand lee heeseung and you wonder if you ever will.

even with heeseung’s wish for your success, you didn’t do good on your quiz, which you found out a couple of days after you took it.

you groan as you look over the paper, mentally cursing at the red ink written all over it to show your mistakes.

“what’d you get on it, y/n?” chaehyun, the pretty girl with brown hair who sits beside you, asks.

“fifty-five.” you roll your eyes and lazily swing your awful quiz in the air in front of her to see all your teacher’s writing.

“hm, well at least you passed right!” she tries to cheer you up with an almost pained smile on her face.

“yeah, i guess.” you turn back to the quiz, your eyes glaring at it.

“uh, anyways, i heard that you and heeseung are a thing now.”

“what?” you exclaimed loudly, causing other students in your class to turn and glare at you, “what are you talking about?” you lower your voice to speak with chaehyun.

the brunette shrugs, “i heard that you guys were like making out at the party last saturday.”

your jaw gaps open. you knew that people would see you and heeseung together at the party, you were in the middle of the room- but you didn’t expect people to think that you were dating.

“god, ew!” you put your hands up in defence at the thought, “we are absolutely not a thing- i hate him!”

“yeah, that’s what i said- i’ve heard you guys argue a lot before.”

you roll your eyes out of annoyance, the thought of heeseung being your boyfriend leaving a taste of disgust in your mouth (unlike his spit), “yeah, exactly.” before you could explain more, your teacher stands up explaining that he wants to go over the quiz to make sure everyone understands it, making you and chaehyun sheepishly smile at each other as she turns back into her seat.

when the end of the day arrives, you make a beeline straight for heeseung’s locker to tell him what chaehyun had told you. the idea of what people have been saying made you nervous and you felt your knees bouncing up and down in your seat as the clock seemed to be moving so slowly during your last class.

you wanted jake to know that you’re experienced- not that you’re dating his best friend.

“what’s up, y/n?” you turn at the question and see sunghoon standing there.

“uh, not much.” you shrug up at the figure skater.

he nods, “what’re you doing here, then?”

“what do you mean?”

“why are you standing at heeseung’s locker?”

“oh!” you push yourself off of it, “nothing!” sunghoon gives you a weird look before starting to unlock his own.

“okay, then.”

“where is he anyway?”

“he didn’t come to school today, texted something about not feeling well.”

you nod at sunghoon, “oh, alright. what’re you doing now then?”

“i gotta go meet my coach at a cafe, i’m going to a competition this weekend and we need to go over a few things.”

“oh really! that’s so exciting!” you smile up at your friend, “have fun with your coach then, i guess. good luck this weekend!”

“thanks, y/n.” sunghoon clamps his hand down on your head and messes up your hair, chuckling as you let out a “hey!” before he’s leaving.

the action makes you think about when jake messed up your hair on the weekend. it sent butterflies down from your chest into your stomach when he did it- but you felt nothing when sunghoon just had.

sunghoon has been your friend since freshman year, so him teasing you didn’t bother you at this point- but the fact that he did the same action that jake did did in fact bother you.

it was a friend-like- action when sunghoon did it- but when jake did you thought he was flirting and you liked his attention. you wondered if jake had only done it in a friendly way as well- and it made your heart sink at the thought.

you arrive at heeseung’s house quicker than ever with your nervousness helping your legs walk faster. you damned him for staying home on the day you actually needed him to be at school; chaehyun’s words simultaneously pissed you off and made you anxious.

you knock on the door that you’ve seen before- only have been at his house a few times, but enough to recognize it very well. when no one came to the door you wondered if heeseung had lied to sunghoon about staying home because he was ‘sick’- or maybe sunghoon had lied to you.

you just had to talk to heeseung though so you reach and try for the door handle- pleasantly surprised when it opens. you pause for a moment with your body halfway through the door and consider your opticians- but the whole school thinks you’re dating the boy so you enter the house.

heeseung really wasn’t feeling good when he woke up that morning- tell his parents that he was going to stay home for the day while they head out the door for work. they told him to rest well and eat some of the soup that they made the night before.

he hadn’t had the soup, but he did rest well. he slept the majority of the day and realized that he only woke up a few minutes after school had ended. he hadn’t made any progress with isa since he spoke to her the week before and it was frustrating for him. all he could think about was her.

it was hard not to imagine what isa would be like underneath him- especially since jake would go into detail about the way her body felt against is while they made out and the way her soft moans filled his ears so nicely. heeseung wished more and more every day that he was jake instead of himself. he thinks that if he had the chance to switch bodies, he would.

heeseung wasn’t necessarily jealous of his best friend- no, he loved jake. they’ve been basically inseparable since jake transferred to their school in sophomore year. sometimes it felt like they were brothers, especially in the summers when they would spend days together straight in a row.

so no, he wasn’t jealous of jake- he just wanted isa to be in love with him instead.

the first time that heeseung saw jake was during freshman year. at that point, heeseung was determined to lose his virginity and start messing around with other girls. heeseung wouldn’t describe himself as the most handsome guy in the world- but he wouldn’t ever complain about his looks. so it was easy for him to get girls.

he thought it would be easy for him to get with isa, but every time he’d try to talk to her- it was like he forgot how to speak.

he thought she was pretty from afar, but up close she was beautiful. her two freckles under his left eye captivated him and her smile was just breathtaking.

after freshman year when heeseung had lost his virginity quite early and had already hooked up with a few girls- he heard more about lee isa and how she was the star stellar ‘good girl’ of the school. he’d seen her dance in the concert their school would hold, and he saw her continuously in the hallways where she’d be speaking so kindly to someone and brushing her hair behind her ear.

heeseung thought he had fucked himself when he was on the edge of borderline blackness at a party when isa had walked in with her friends. it was the first time he had seen her in her regular clothes and not a dance costume or the hideous school uniform that the school made them wear.

she looked so innocent and pure and just so kind that he had to leave immediately because he knew his drunken mind wouldn’t be able to hold a simple and kind conversation with the pretty girl.

heeseung had heard that isa didn’t sleep around like him, but she wasn’t a virgin. he had heard that she only fucks boys that were her boyfriend and that she hated womanizers. which was just perfect for heeseung because everyone knew he hadn’t had a girlfriend before but he had lots of girl experience.

when jake had first brought up isa during the summer- saying something about how they bumped into each other at the beach, heeseung gulped- because heeseung wasn’t stupid. he knew what girls (and boys) thought about jake. he was the most good-looking guy in their school and heeseung knew that if jake wanted isa- he would and could get her.

heeseung hadn’t seen isa around parties much, but towards the end of last summer she was showing up and almost every single one. and at every single one jake would be talking about her or talking to her. it didn't bother heeseung at first- but now that jake and isa were spending time together outside of those shitty parties and school- he couldn’t get it off of his mind.

jake had told heeseung that he and isa hadn’t gone too far within the sexual realm. but he’d go into specifics about the way her pretty lips would feel against his own, and the way they would drag down his neck and suck a dark bruise onto his collarbone that he’d have to hide with his school uniform button-up. or the way that she would moan into his mouth as they kissed and she grinded ontop of him on his bed.

heeseung wanted isa to do those things with him, but instead, he’s home sick from school with an aching hard-on. usually when heeseung felt this way he’d jerk off or find someone to fuck- but he felt too tired and just rolled over onto his side to sleep the rest of his sickness away. he didn’t hear you step up to his bedroom door and open it enough to slip through it.

the last time that you had been in heeseung’s room was when he fingered you and wiped his spit and your cum onto your school- a part of you wondered if that would happen again today, but the way his eyelashes fell so softly onto his rosy cheekbones you figured it wouldn’t. you don’t know how long you stayed in heeseung’s room as he slept, but you found yourself in a comfy position on the chair of his desk.

you were just about to leave when you started feeling tired when you hear heeseung stir in his bed beside you. his feet move the blanket from underneath it as he moves around.

“hey.” spoke softly to him.

“jesus christ!” heeseung sits up on his elbow at the sound of your voice, his eyes bewildered as he takes in your figure in his chair. “how long have you been here?”

you shrug and look at the time, “almost forty-five minutes.”

“what the hell, so you just sat here? and you didn’t wake me?”

“no, sunghoon said you were sick.” you stifled a yawn that heeseung caught, “and i’ve been here before a few times, plus,” you turn the chair to completely face him, “didn’t you finger me in that bed last week? I figured I would be able to sit here and wait for you to wake up.”

heeseung groans and flops his upper face back onto his bed, his hands coming up to brush his bangs out of his face.

“move over,” you’re standing beside his bed, starting to pull at the blankets, heeseung does so, and only when your bare legs from your skirt brush against his own does he remembers the ache in his cock that he hasn’t relieved. he instantly moves over more so his body is flush against the wall. you notice and scoff at him, “what? you can make me orgasm but you can’t lay beside me?”

“no no- i’m just, sick.” heeseung tries to cover for himself, hoping for once that your stubbornness would rest and you’d just believe him for once.

“really? you’re just sick?” you turn onto your side to face him, “what’s wrong?”

your genuine concern scares heeseung a little and he’s almost preparing himself for you to punch him, “i’m just cold and i had a fever earlier.” you place your hand on his forehead to feel a subtle warmth on it, meanwhile you take notice of the way he has goosebumps on his upper arms that are revealed from his t-shirt riling up.

“maybe you’re cold because you aren’t wearing anything warm.” you shake your head as you point out the obvious. the rest of his arms have stayed under the blanket and you can see from the outline that they’re resting down his abdomen. you move closer out of instinct to try to keep him warm before you can even stop yourself. your arms brushing against his when you realize that they’re clasped on top of each other way further than you had initially thought.

heeseung and you make eye contact as you move closer to him, both of you realizing that you had caught on to the way his hands were holding each other on his body. before he can say anything you rip the blanket off of his cold body and see for yourself that his hands are in fact covering his crotch.

“y/n! really, it’s not-.” heeseung scrambles for the blanket quickly and covers himself up, “it’s not-.” he stops when he sees your blank and curious expression.

“are you,” you want to stop yourself, “hard?” you look away from heeseung’s covered crotch to his eyes and they’re visibly tense and wide. he nods at you and he thinks it's the first time he’s felt awkward with a girl in his bed since he lost his virginity.

heeseung can’t help but notice the way you just stare at his blanket-covered crotch with a hint of something he’s only seen twice in your eyes and your teeth holding your lip snug in between them. he calls your name and you blink and look up at him, “do you want some more experience?” when you nod up at him he continues, “do you wanna see it?” when you nod up at him again, unable to form words from the nervousness you were feeling (you were about to see lee heeseung’s cock oh god), he shuffles under the blanket to take his hard cock out and then he’s lifting the blanket so you can see him holding it in his hand.

heeseung doesn’t miss the way you licked your lips at the sight. his tip is red from the ache he's been feeling for hours and you can see there’s precum at the top, he’s so hard that it's stuck straight up and resting in his giant hand.

heeseung brings his hand up to your lips, “spit.” you do as he says and let your saliva fill his fingertips before he’s sinking hand back down to his dick and coating it with your spit. his thighs twitch subtly as he starts to feel the pleasure his body was asking for. his hand starts to jerk his dick up and down slowly, wanting you to see your spit coat every prominent vein.

heeseung’s chest heaves quietly beside you and you hear him exhale through his nose. he sees the way your fingers move from the hem of your skirt to the bed and play with his sheets.

“do you want to touch it, y/n?” heeseung asks you, his head resting on your shoulder now. he feels you nod again against his head, “use your words.”

“yes, hee, i wanna touch it,” you respond to him.

“you gonna make me feel good, baby?”

“yes, please.”

heeseung smirks against your shirt-covered shoulder, “go ahead.”

both of you watch your shaky hand makes its way to his cock, and you almost gasp at how warm and hard it feels in your hand. heeseung lets you experimentally jerk his cock up and down for a minute, wanting you to feel comfortable with a dick in your hand until he finally lets himself relax in your touch and let you touch him.

his eyes close and he lets out a few pants before he speaks, “a little tighter, not gonna hurt me… fuck.”

his warm breath fans across your neck as you do what he says. you aren’t sure if you’re supposed to be imagining that it’s jake you’re doing this to or not but you feel content at the moment with heeseung. the way he’s finally quieted down and lets you do what you want- lets you learn with his cock in your hand.

you start to feel more confident with his reactions so you start moving your hand faster up and down. heeseung’s head drops back onto his pillow, his face scrunching up in the slightest, “isa.” he lets out and your chest feels weird and you think your hand status on his dick before it’s back to moving faster. you think that this is how heeseung must feel when you say jake’s name instead.

your hand rubs his tip for a second before it’s jerking his entire cock again, making him let out a moan close to your ear. his hand grabs onto your bare thigh and squeezes it. his hips start to move into your hand and his breathing starts to become sporadic.

“fuck, ‘m gonna cum.” he announces and you glance over at him. the way his cheeks are rosier than before as he concentrates on reaching his high. you can’t help but think that lee heeseung looks pretty at the moment. his lips are red from him biting them and his eyelashes are pressed tightly to his cheekbone.

it’s not long until heeseung is coming in your hand, you can feel his cum splatter out of his tip and onto his blanket and dribble down the back of your hand, while your name spills from his lips.

“fuck, y/n.” you look at him as he pants your name, his eyes now open as he watches his cum shine on your hand. before he can say more you’re lifting your hand away from his cock and are slipping your fingers into your mouth. you watch him moan out at the sight, licking his lips. he swallows hard, “come here.” he speaks lowly and he’s smashing his lips onto yours, not caring about the taste of his own cum being shared with your mouths.

“i told you i was good.” you lower your voice and speak sarcastically, mocking his words from the last time you two were together.

“shut up.” he pushes your face gently away from his. you watch as he pulls his pants back up, and he’s taking his blanket off of the bed, laughing when you complain about it being cold. “give me one sec.” you hear him downstairs, starting the washing machine to put his blanket in, and a few cabinet doors closing until he’s back with a new blanket that he’s throwing over you and his bed.

he crawls back over you, and this time he’s not flush against the wall but flush against you.

heeseung’s arm drapes around your stomach as he lays on his side, his head resting on his pillow but his nose is in your hair, “why’d you come over anyway? wanted to see if i was really sick or not.”

you chuckle, “yeah and because i heard something at school that i wanted to tell you.”

“what did you hear?” heeseung feels the way your body stiffens at his question.

“that people think we’re dating.”

heeseung starts laughing- he starts laughing so hard that he has to roll back onto his back to let it out.

“what’s so funny?” you sit up on your elbows to look at him.

“just-” heeseung takes in air to breathe, “just that you got so serious to say that. god, i thought something was wrong-wrong, not that.”

“something is wrong! i don’t want people to think we’re dating!” you explain to him with wide eyes.

heeseung’s laughing settles down and he’s looking up at you from his pillow, “why’s it so bad if people think we’re dating anyway?”

“because! it would be weird if i dated you and then dated jake! and would jake even want to date me if i dated his best friend?”

heeseung sighs at your explanation, his hand comes up to grab onto your upper arm, pulling you down to lay beside him again, “we’ve been over this- jake doesn’t care if we date the same girl or not- plus i’ll even tell him you and i aren’t serious.” heeseung sees you take a deep breath as if you relax at his words, “i don’t see any cons if people think we’re dating- jake will know you’re experienced and isa will think i’m capable of settling down with a girl.”

“yeah, i guess you’re kinda right?’ you think about his ideas.

“yeah, so…” heeseung thinks for a second, “why don’t we just like a fake date then?”

“fake date?” you exclaim again, your heart picks up pace in your chest which makes you thankful heeseung isn’t wrapping his arm around you again.

“yeah,” heeseung says so nonchalantly, “c’mon think about it, it would be so beneficial to both of us.”

there’s a moment of silence in heeseung’s room as you think about it.

“fine.”

heeseung smiles a genuine smile at you and pokes your side making you squirm, “okay girlfriend.”

“ew don’t!” you laugh at the name, “that’s so gross, hee.” heeseung smiles more at his nickname that everyone except for you calls him, it makes him feel closer to you in a way- as if you don’t hate each other anymore. there’s a beat of anxiety in his heart when he thinks about what will happen when you both date the person you actually like- will you have to go back to hating each other?

heeseung pushes the thought away and wraps his arm around your stomach again and focuses on something else, “who told you they thought we were dating?”

“chaehyun.”

“chaehyun?” heeseung asks confusedly and when you nod he thinks about it longer, “the one with the big tits?”

“ew heeseung!” you push his arm off of you, “you’re literally so gross!”

“what? now since we’re dating i can’t talk about other girls’ tits?”

your hands come to cover your face and you groan, “oh god.” you can only cover your laugh with your hands when you hear heeseung cackle beside you. you think to yourself about what have you gotten yourself into with lee heeseung and how will this all turn out.

lee heeseung told you to trust him when you asked him how you should tell everyone that you were ‘dating’.

you didn’t expect to walk into school the following day with everyone staring directly at you and heeseung together.

you’re sure that everyone has seen you and heeseung together before- it wasn’t a secret how the two of you never got along and were always at each other's throats. you expected people to think it was bizarre that the both of you were dating- but to your and heeseung’s surprise, it was the complete opposite.

for days, everyone would be coming up to either you, heeseung or the both of you at the same time and just gush about how perfect the two of you looked together. you think you pulled off fake smiling and thanking them during the first few times, but by the end of the next week, you couldn’t even glance in the person's direction when they fawned over your new ‘relationship’.

your friends thought it was weird.

they thought you both had hit your heads and were experiencing severe memory loss and delusion.

“there is just no way that you guys are serious right now!” jay leans over the cafeteria table, and his hand smacks down onto it. heeseung and you sigh and roll your eyes, “oh god, you even move in sync now!”

“jay, would you quit it? would all of you quit it? why is it so weird that we’re together?” heeseung snaps at your friends who are all sitting around the table and staring at the two of you like you are wild animals.

“because just last week you were at each other’s throats saying you wanted the other to be dead!” choerry explains from jay’s lap.

“it’s just weird guys!” ryujin shakes her head, “it doesn’t make sense.”

“why’s weird if heeseung and i date, but it’s not weird that jay and choerry are?” you defend yourself and heeseung.

“because choerry didn’t push jay so hard he was sneezing sand for a week in the summer!” sunghoon points out, a smirk crawling onto your face at the memory of heeseung face down at the beach.

heeseung shrugs, “she’s feisty.” a snort leaves your nose and your friends look bewildered.

“i just- i don’t believe it.” chaeryeong looks at all of your friends.

“hey guys,” jake joins your table with his lunch in his hands. he sits down beside heeseung with a smile- which leaves his mouth when he feels the tight atmosphere in the air. “what’s up?”

“heeseung and y/n are dating.” choerry fills him in.

jake’s face turns to confusion and he looks at heeseung, a weird look in his eye before he looks at you, “okay,” jake draws out the word, “that’s cool i guess.”

“cool?” jay exclaims, shoving choerry off of his lap so he can stand up, “cool? it’s preposterous!”

“jay!” choerry reaches for him, trying to calm him down.

“guys, i can’t.” jay starts to scramble for his things so he can leave, “this is the weirdest day in my entire life!” jay turns on his heel, choerry standing up and chasing after him as his rambles continue through the cafeteria until he gets to the doors.

heeseung reaches for jake’s fries and plops one into his mouth, “you guys are so overthinking this.”

you catch the way jake’s confused expression doesn’t leave his face as he continues to stare at heeseung. you can tell that he wants to say more- and maybe he will to his best friend later- which you’ll make sure to ask him about when he comes over to give you some more experience.

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Overwhelmed (Vinny x Garmadon Part 6)

(I suggest you go read part 1-5 if you haven’t already)( also I ship Kai and Cole don’t come harass me!)( guys forgive me they’re eating in this chapter but I don’t know if it’s accurate so yea)(Vinny wears a glove on his right hand btw and also the purple oni smoke that comes out of Garmadons’ hands burn in my au my rules)(I’d appreciate if you check out my new book it’s Cyrus x Acronix)

“W-what was that for!?”Vinny exclaimed though it was muffled due to him shoving his face into the mattress. “What, am I not allowed to kiss you?” Garmadon replied in a snarky tone. Vinny didn’t respond and kept his face in the mattress he didn’t mind Garmadon kissing him but it was surprising to think of the fact that the dark lord has fallen for a cameraman.

Garmadon let out a sigh before sitting on the bed and picking up Vinny the putting him on his lap. The larger began nuzzling the smallers’ neck causing his to laugh out, “G-Garm stop t-that it tickles!” The smaller giggled out. Garmadon obviously ignored his pleas to stop because he loved seeing the smaller laugh he just seemed so pure.

There was a knock at the door and Vinny jumped out of Garmadons’ lap and went to the door, it was Kai and Cole, “Hey you two, Master wu told us to come here and tell you Zane made food so come out if you want and that after you can train Lloyd” Kai said before grabbing Coles’ hand and walking away. “Do you wanna go?” Vinny asked which to Garmadon nodded and stood up walking towards the door and Vinny following behind.

The two made their way to where the ninja was sitting they had to add some space for the two but that was quickly dealt with. Cole was already stuffing his face with noodles and dumplings while Jay and Lloyd were eat puffy potstickers. The smith siblings were drinking miso soup and Wu was eating some pie and tea. Garmadon and Vinny began eating whatever (no more describing food) “So Vinny I haven’t seen you since like after the end of the overlord, how’s everything going?” Nya asked trying to be friendly because it was awfully quiet at the table. Vinny looked up at Nya, “oh honestly everythings’ been amazing “he replied.

Jay hesitantly asked, “S-so umm…has G-Garmadon ever hurt you…?” After Jay asked that he received a bonk on the head from Nya and literally everyone stared at Jay. “Why would you ask a question like that?” Vinny asked he was looking down at the table and so was Garmadon they really didn’t like this at all. “I-I’m just curious…I mean maybe like when he first came to your apartment and he didn’t know how to act”Jay replied at this point everyone at the table was giving Jay a death stare while Lloyd on the other hand was curious just like the blue ninja.

“It’s fine you can tell them…”Garmadon whispered quietly to Vinny. The smaller looked up at him with a concerned looked before nodding. “There…there was one time..” Vinny said. At that point everyone focused their attention from Jay onto Vinny, they knew it was rude to talk about but they were so curious. “Just like you said it was when he first came to my apartment he was…adjusting..”Vinny said, Garmadon hated remembering it but, he knew Vinny forgave him he’s apologised a thousand times already.

“So one time he didn’t necessarily understand human culture at all and well that made him angry…..he well….grabbed my hand and you know the purple oni smoke….well it kinda burnt my hand….accidentally of course”,Vinny said looking at his right hand which had a black glove over it. Jay felt really bad asking that question now apologised for the sensitive topic. “Is that what the glove is for?” Zane asked to which Vinny nodded. Garmadon didn’t want to speak he felt guilt all the time about the event and now it felt worse.

“Honestly, don’t feel too bad about Kai burns us nearly all the time in training and he accidentally burns himself sometimes” Cole said trying to brighten the mood and wrapping his arm around Kai. Nya and Jay laughed, “Yea that is true, and Cole only trains with him because he wants to spend more time with Kai!”Lloyd laughed out, Kai and Cole turned a bright red as the others began teasing them. Master Wu let out a sigh of relief to see that the attention has been focused away from his brother and Vinny.

Garmadon felt a sense of relief as well but he was still stressed which to Vinny grabbed his hand and began using his finger to trace circles. Wu and Zane both noticed this causing Zane to become confused and Wu to feel happy for his brother. The group eventually finished eating and moved on from making fun of Kai and Cole turning this back into a normal dinner with the group.

“Shall we go and train Lloyd now?” Wu asked the Garmadon then looked at Lloyd. “Very well, but I shall go do something first” Garmadon said before getting up and going back to his room. Vinny began to worry and stood up he was going to take his plate but Zane told him he’ll take it in. Vinny thanked Zane then went after Garmadon to find him sitting on their bed in their room.

Vinny let out a sigh walked in and closed the door before sitting down next to him. “You feeling alright…?”Vinny asked before gently grabbing Garmadons’ hand, “Yea..”he responded. Vinny turned Garmadons’ head to be facing him, “You and me both know that it wasn’t your fault you had no idea what happened you were just angry and confused, I’ve told you already that I forgive you….”Vinny said before pulling Garmadon down and resting the largers’ head on his chest.

“It was ages ago”Vinny said gently kissing Garmadons’ head repeatedly and stroking his hand through his lovers silver hair. The larger sat up the stared at Vinny before kissing him, this caught Vinny off guard and made him blush. “You could’ve asked me for a kiss” the smaller said. “I know but…it’s better to do it when you don’t expect it” Garmadon replied.

The larger stood up the grabbed the smallers’ hand before kissing it the walking over to Christofern and using a spray to water him, “We shall go to have me probably fail at teaching my son at controlling his oni form” Garmadon said before going down to where the ninja were.

“You two shall make an attempt to listen to eachother” Wu said to his brother and nephew

#survivalshipping #vinnyxgarmadon #fanfiction #garmadon #ninjago #vinnyofngtvnews

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bluebutterflytagalong · 2 years

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Wild Butterfly (Jay Halstead x female reader)

Content Warnings:adult themes,violence,war/violence,guns,cussing,ptsd

Summary:A firefight leaving the truth to come out and things unsaid bottling up while fear and the next steps in life make way in everyone’s life leaving everything else unknown.

Who knew being trapped in middle of a firefight at night,hardly being able to keep up in the fight would secretly turn out to be a small tiny hint of a blessing in disguise.

While gun fire rang out,your ears rang and it was hard to hear anything being pinned behind a wall with your team wanting to a evacuation plan,because there was no way you were all gonna get out any otherway.

“This isn’t fucking real” knox cursed lowering his gun from the vision ahead of everyone as the backup drove right by.

Right as someone yelled stay in cover you felt as knox shoved you back down into the ground as a bullet rammed into the bricks inch’s away from where you would of still been,as you glanced at him you could easily tell he was beyond stressed more then just about the situation at hand.

Everyone knew it was gonna come to a end,you were all running out of ammo.

“We are gonna be black,in less then a minute” Jay slightly raised his voice so we could hear but not enough to draw to much attention.

You had upset everyone when you reached over knox,taking his flashlight and running down the stairs.

“Where are you going” knox yelled out multiple times as he and the others looked over the edge seeing your plan was shinning the light at the humpvy,to alert them where you all were,while hearing mouse radioing in you were shinning them down with a flashlight and to look right,multiple times.

Ammo ran out for everyone on the team as Jay and knox got into a moment.

“She’s gonna make it” knox told everyone though Jay questioned it,questioned you.

“And how do you know that” Jay sassed back at him.

“Because it’s the end of all things” knox spat back,knowing you.knowing you weren’t gonna give up no matter what it was,coming your way even as bullets flew in every direction.

Moments went by before mouse let everyone know what he just was told.

“They saw her,they see us” mouse hollered while everyone started laughing from there nerves being shot.

Everyone at the base was cheering when they were informed that the red platoon was found.

You were known as the little blue butterfly angel,besides you nickname Tagalong,you were naive and innocent.The team had found out you had never been in a relationship over night while they were talking and drinking.You figured that’s why they loved you but it was because you were always the light,if it wasn’t you making jokes in the wrong time it was you doing the right thing no matter what it meant,you saw the best in people even if they sometimes didn’t deserve it.

You had came around the corner of the house near the base,everyone was using as a safe place but you saw knox bent down eye level with the ones you had to tie up as kinda hostages for safety as everyone over there had guns,but this family didn’t.

Knox was seen as the badass who never gave a shit but it seemed different,something did when he took off his helmet after cutting their ties off so they were free as he spoke in their language,telling them all he was truly sorry and to the lady’s child who was unborn.

You were soft…different then the hard outside the others had.The one guy had told knox to let peace be with him as you came around the corner all the way giving him a faint smile.

“When’s the next convoy out of here,I’m gonna make them pay for everything they did to us and to them” Jay walked in seeing Knox’s hand on your shoulder falling off.

“Not like that Jay,your going home they are not gonna let you do another tour with that much ptsd,you would be honorably discharge but you won’t be going home alone” that comment made him have a hint of hope you would be coming home to Chicago as well. “They are discharging mouse because of a felony for what he pulled back there” you tell him as you see the smile fall from his face,before being able to question it your commander ordered you over.

When time had came when Jay was going back to Chicago with mouse,he was gonna tell you bye but found you with Knox curled up on the ground together with his arms around you,talking about once you both got back he was gonna marry you.Jay knew it was best just to leave things at that,he didn’t wanna ruin your chance at happiness though seeing you with someone like Elliot filled him with anger and jealousy.

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Sense then years had passed by,one after another slowly.Jay had got a job as a detective for the 21st district in the intelligence an had been working there for years.

While working a case that was leading to bombs being made and sold,Jay couldn’t help but tense up in the car with Hailey.The song that had came on the radio was your song,he wasn’t sure how he still remember that factor.

When Jay was making his way up to the meeting for soldiers who had ptsd or just wanted to talk to others that went through the same thing,he never thought he would see you again,the way your smile brightened his day already even while given the circumstances.

“Jay” you yelled running over to him almost tripping over your own feet hugging him,while he hugged you back chuckling at you.

“Well you sure haven’t changed tagalong” Jay looked down at you while you shoved him,seeing knox hold his hand out to shake it and seeing you tense up a bit.

“Great to see you again man,ptsd acting up?” Knox asked him sense he hadn’t seen Jay ever to one before.

“No I just was cleaning out my place and found some old pictures and couldn’t get some of it out of my head” Jay stated staying focused for his job neither knox or you had knew about.

“Anyways though it’s so great to see your doing well” you smile cheering up seeing a blonde get out and walk over to Jay.

“Hey” Hailey spoke looking over in your direction.”I’m Hailey I’m jays fiancé” she lied for the case knowing it’s the best way to play it while Jay seemed a bit upset but you brushed it off.

“It’s really nice to meet you,I’m y/n but these dorks just call me tagalong but try and I’ll break your finger because I hate it and they know I do and get they still are persistent on it” you smile at her already warming up to Hailey as if you knew her for years.

“How about you come by later,bring your fiancé and some of those pictures” knox suggested while Jay didn’t even take a second to think before agreeing which made you laugh.

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While knox had been outside with Jay talking about the past you were in the kitchen cooking while Hailey was talking to you and you almost choked on your tea when she told you her and Jay were cops and they were actually here because they suspected a offender to be knox and they were both undercover.

You couldn’t help but tense you seeing Jay walking in while knox was still drinking looking at pictures.

“You tell her?” Jay asked Hailey while she nodded before looking back at you.

“Look between us,he’s making bombs and selling them on some low scum group,he’s changed from the man I had fell in love with back in iraq but whatever happens you can’t tell him I told you any of this,I mean I want those people safe from something bad happening” you try to tell them while Jay understood because you always stood for the right thing.

“But I’m pregnant” you finish as your said that Jay froze realizing knox was all of your firsts,something he always wanted to he.

“Look I’ll be there for you,you know I will be I’ve always been there and I’ll be here for the baby as if it was my own because I’ve always been in love with you ever sense I met you and never said anything because I saw you falling for knox and I just wanted you to be happy”. Jay told you as he pulled you into a hug with his hand on your belly as he informed Voight.

#Spotify #jay halstead #jay halstead x reader #jay halstead x y/n #jay halstead x you #chicago pd #chicago pd imagine #chicago pd x reader #jay halstead imagine #jay halstead one shot

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ofcharactersandplayers · 2 years

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Writer Questions

The Basics

1. Do you listen to music when you write? Usually. Sometimes I don't but most of the time I do.

2. Are you a pantser or plotter? A little bit of both lol.

3. Computer or pen and paper? I use an app on my phone to do a lot of my stuff but there's nothing like handwriting a particularly moving scene.

4. Have you ever been published, or do you want to be published? Being published would be neat. It's not my ultimate goal.

5. How much writing do you get done on an average day? About a page. It's fairly sporadic.

6. Single or multiple POV? Single.

7. Standalone or series? Series.

8. Oldest WIP - post-apocalypse digimon story

9. Current WIP - see above as well as various smaller oneshots lol

10. Do you set yourself deadlines? Never!

The Specifics

11. Books and/or authors who influenced you the most: Jay Bonansinga

12. Describe your perfect writing space: outside in autumn

13. Describe your writing process from idea to polished: for school/work it’s just kinda one and done lol. personal projects just never seem to get fully done.

14. How do you deal with self-doubts? Self-doubts in writing generally don’t affect me because I don’t really write with the purpose of sharing with other people. I write for myself. Who cares if it’s bad or dumb or not well-written? It’s for me.

15. How do you deal with writer’s block? Turn to another project.

16. How many drafts do you need until you’re satisfied with a project? Forever.

17. What writing habits or rituals do you have? Not sure I really have any. When I first started writing it was only by hand, with a black pen, and in cursive. Over time that grew to be blue pen/cursive, back to black pen/cursive, then in pencil/print, then black pen/print. Now it’s whatever is on hand.

18. If you could collaborate with anyone, who would it be, and what would you write about? Prb @jumper-zuzu

19. How do you keep yourself motivated? If one thing isn’t working out try something else. I’m writing a personal world. I control how things go.

20. How many WIPs and story ideas do you have? Countless.

The Favourites

21. Who is/are your favourite character(s) to write?: Folks with dangerous backstories, folks that eventually HAVE to ask for help after exhausting all other options.

22. Who is/are your favourite pairing(s) to write?: Chicago PD fanfic, Adam Ruzek and OC Phoebe Driscoll.

23. Favourite author: In no particular order - CS Lewis, JRR Tolkien, Philppa Gregory, Stephen King, Edgar Allen Poe, Ted Dekker, Andrew Klavan, Jordan B Peterson

24. Favourite genre to write and read: action/adventure, sci-fi, fantasy, heroism

25. Favourite part of writing: the bolt of inspiration that makes an entire scene come together.

26. Favourite writing program: PureWriter (samsung app)

27. Favourite line/scene: “You don’t know what I have, but I WILL tell you, despair is definitely not on the list.”

28. Favourite side character: Calumon (no I refuse to explain)

29. Favourite villain: Lucemon

30. Favourite idea you haven’t started on yet: I had a concept where a child in the care of an OC was tragically lost and it spurred OC to a line of anti-heroism.

The Dark

31. Least favourite part of writing: the spans of time where nothing seems to be happening

32. Most difficult character to write: romantic interactions (no seriously I’ve never dated so I have no idea how to write romance situations)

33. Have you ever killed a main character?: Not yet. Side characters and enemies, but not a main yet.

34. What was the hardest scene you ever had to write?: I’m still trying to figure out a first date situation in a Chicago PD fic.

35. What scene/story are you least looking forward to writing?: killing an MC.

The Fun

36. Last sentence you wrote: “You know I’m taking all that as a ‘no’ to my question, right?”

37. First sentence of your current WIP: The sounds of the house collapsing behind her barely reached her over the sound of the storm.

38. Weirdest story idea you’ve ever had: post-apocalypse digimon

39. Weirdest character concept you’ve ever had: cousins-turned-sisters, opposite in every single way.

40. Share some backstory for one of your characters: Phoebe lives with her uncle on a ranch in America. Her sister disappeared in a bad thunderstorm while sophomores in high school and 2 years later Phoebe still battles with the guilt of believing she was to blame for the disappearance. Her uncle, fearful for the blatant social withdrawal of his adopted daughter, signs them up for a foreign exchange program.

The Rest of It

41. Any advice for new/beginning/young writers?: Do it for you. Above all, do it for yourself.

42. How do you feel about love triangles?: Useful in certain situations but I find them to be far too used.

43. What do you do if/when characters don’t follow the outline?: Follow the characters. Better yet let the characters write the outline.

44. How much research do you do?: A lot. I do whatever I can to make sure I’m writing believable situations that actually work as they should. I don’t like to use a lot of “It’s fiction! It works because I say so!”

45. How much world building do you do?: a LOT lol. I can go for HOURS.

46. Do you reread your own stories?: All the time.

47. Best way to procrastinate: Listen to music and stare at a blank page.

48. What’s the most self-insert character/scene you’ve ever written?: When I first started writing (6th grade) I LITERALLY REWROTE episode 1 of Digimon Frontier to replace Kouji. Hey, everybody starts somewhere.

49. Which character would you most want to be friends with, if they were real?: Takuya Kanbara, prb. Dude is just out there and I’m a lot like that. Kouji would have his hands full trying to keep us wrangled.

50. Any last words?: Writing is an outlet. Writing is limitless. Writing is yours.

#writing #writer #author #questions #questionnaire

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jaytmann2 · 1 month

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It was two weeks before my 15th birthday. Mum, Emma and the baby were still at Aunty Julie's and Brad was at work so I was home alone and bored shitless. My dog was sniffing at the sliding door so I got dressed in a pair of light blue tight boxer briefs, my favourite grey trackies and a plain black t-shirt and my nike runners, got the dogs lead and took him for a walk.

I was a mild Saturday morning, people were mowing lawns, washing cars, walking, running, kids playing, the neighborhood was a hive of activity.

As I walked up my street I saw a couple of girls from school and a younger girl. It was Gemma, her little sister Tia and Gemma's friend Rebbecca. The 3 girls got up off the lawn and ran out to me calling at my dog and asking his name. I told them his name is Billy. They all bent down to pat him which he loved. Gemma gets up and says "hey isn't it your birthday soon?" I said "yeah, how do you know?" Gemma said "heard it from someone at school.......hey it's my birthday soon too!" I thought I'd be polite and ask when? Gemma said "on the 19th!" I said "cool, mines the 20th" we laughed, I felt a little awkward as Gemma piped up with " I'm turning 14yo, what about you?" I told her "15yo"

Gemma was just a tiny bit shorter then me, slim, long straight brown hair, big brown eyes, definitely pretty, her tiny waist highlighted her shapely hips and round butt and small budding boobs. Gemma was wearing some short pink shorts and a yellow tank top with a little red bra. Gemma had one of those squeaky high pitch voices that sounded more annoying then cute! Tia looked like a much younger version on her sister with the typical 9yo look and wearing a blue dress and Rebecca was a little taller then Gemma and I, she had long darker brown hair, Rebbecca was what you'd call a big girl, solid. She was 14yo blue eyes, REALLY big tits for a girl her age, big wide hips with a big butt to match thick thighs and a bit of a pot belly. She wasn't gross fat but definitely a thick girl. She was actually had a really pretty face and a sexy voice. Rebecca was wearing old faded blue cut off Jean shorts, with a tight blue tank top with string straps that looked 2 sizes too small.

Gemma and Rebecca had lots of dark eye makeup on and were kinda looking a little "skanky or slutty" Gemma and Tia 's family lived on the poorer end of the street.I lived in the new development end where the girls lived in the older end. Every 2nd house had a wrecked car in it and rubbish piles etc. The girls asked what I was up to and I said "just taking Billy for a walk. They asked to come, I tried to think of an excuse but they just wouldn't take no for an answer. We walked alone the street toward the huge park a few large blocks away. Gemma wouldn't stop talking, a real chatter box!

We eventually got to the park, I threw a ball for Billy a few times before Tia begged to play with him and said her dog is mean so she can't play with it so I happily let her. With her younger sister distracted, Gemma asked if I was still with Renee and I said "no, we broke up ages ago but still great friends" she asked if I was with anyone?, interested in anyone? And a million other questions.

One thing to know about Gemma is there was talk in the neighborhood that she was "easy and skanky" so her look matched her reputation. Mind you my reputation at school wasn't that clean, I was know as a "hung manwhore" which is funny because I'd only gone out with Renee! Little did everyone know what I was really like in private!

Gemma's conversation was getting flirty and Rebecca was chiming in. Tia was distracted by my dog. Gemma just blurted out "so everyone says you have a really big dick Jay" as she glances to my crotch and says "kinda shows too" in a rather slutty tone. I said, "maybe, I wouldn't know" and smirked. Gemma said "well can we see?" I played dumb and said "why would you wanna see it for?" I was starting to get in the mood and really wanted to flash my cock but didn't want to seem too eager.

Keep reading next page..........

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decembermoonskz · 2 years

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hiii izzy!! for the ask game, 15 and 20 for skz and 4 and 5 for enhypen 🤍

hi rain ty for playing!! hope you’re well i miss you lots!! :D

stray kids

15. What’s a concept you would like to see them try?

ooh this is kinda tough. i really don’t mind any concept for them. they’re so diverse and no song from skz ever sounds like the other 🤔 jisung said he wanted to do ot8 sexy concept (they kinda did with ot8 red lights and charmer isn’t like hardcore sexy but it is more mature). tbh skz has touched the romance topic very rarely (and it’s usually only changbin who writes these songs and occasionally chan or hyun). it’d be nice to see them do a love song (be it happy or angsty) either way it would be cool. i actually think it’d be cool to see them do like a really angtsy vibe maybe even grungy. (i think txt has spoiled me with the angtsy love songs tbh haha)

20. Favorite live performance?

i have so many but these are four that i thought of off the top of my head (you can find better links for some if you like but i linked them here.)

Thunderous @ ON:Hallyu Festival

this thunderous stage is so memorable for me, mainly bc i was heavily in my chan feels that day and for SOME REASON i was literally crying at every single shot of chan 😂😂 don’t ask me why idr anymore. but anyway this was the other contender for my favorite chan look to kat’s earlier questions. i just couldn’t remember what it was.

God’s Menu @ 2020 SBS K-Pop Awards

i picked this one bc i actually really liked the purple outfits in this stage (they also did the ot8 my house stage this day) and chan with an eyebrow slit is always gonna be a stage i love tbh haha

Intro + Levanter @ 2020 Gaon Chart Music Awards

this is the stage where my favorite look is in. the intro... enough said.

Domino @ Music Bank

this domino stage blew my mind for three things 1) chan had black hair again. 2) hyun cut his hair this day and 3) lix with blue hair sheeeeesh OH ALSO i asked for a dance practice to domino this day i’m pretty sure and then they dropped it soon after HAHA i lost my mind back then haha 😂😂😂

enhypen

4. Hyung line or maknae line?

ooh this is hard. i think i’ll pick hyung line tho. i just love heeseung and the 02z so much! like jay and jake? are you kidding? those two and i would literally be besties HAHA and pengy? (i call sunghoon pengy btw in case no one has noticed yet) i love that dude, litearlly just wanna hug him all the time. and do i really have to explain heeseung? i’ll just link his tag here and you can read the tags for yourself LOL /j

5. What is your favorite era?

oooh this is an easy one actually. “border : carnival” is my favorite era haha black hair heeseung and pengy *chef’s kiss* also the mv for drunk-dazed is still one of my favorites. “bloody birthday” still gets me. vampires throwing a wild party i love the concept so much. also sooha being at the door tho (if you don’t know that’s the girl in their webtoon)

send me a kpop group and a number from this list here

#inbox mini games #rain !! 🤍#the truest angels

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ninjago-happens-here · 2 years

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I keep seeing headcanons of Ninja ages but what about the parents ages??

Y'all scared?? Afraid?? Can't sort out how old Wu and Garmadon are? Or how Cole's family works? Don't worry I got you.

Note: this is a bit of a mess and I'll fix it up later with timelines and images but for now these are just ideas.

The only thing semi concrete is that Aspheera is supposedly banish for over a 'thousand' years. However, there is some doubt in my mind that maybe it is an over exaggeration, but you can also see that that particular species of serpentine have evolved to be the current Hypnobrai - blue scales and red yellow ring eyes. The current hypnobrai have black and red eyes with yellow and white detailing on themselves, thus we can conclude that the rage is between 100-1000, maybe erring on the side of 1000, but then it wouldn't make sense because Wu and Garmadon looked incredibly young during the Serpentine War. Which was 40 years ago. And now Wu looks extremely old.

Maybe something to do with tomorrow's tea?

Either ways, the wiki says that both are 'thousands of years old' which is really the best we can get, due to nonsensical aging.

Now, Cole is about 20 now. But he was like, 16-18 (based on headcanons) in Season 1. So serpentine war: more than 40 years ago.

Cole's Mum (if she didn't die) should have given birth ideally late 20s to early 30s, but in flashbacks she seems kinda young, so I'll say mid 20s for easiness. 40-42 as of season 1. If she didn't die. So she gave birth to Cole when she was 24. She would have been born during or around the time of the Serpentine War, which makes sense. Cole's grandfather looked to be around 30 in the flashback so it makes good sense.)

Ray and Maya aging issue- well, they could have had Kai then Nya in late 30s early 40s, and like, 10 years of constant stress and imprisonment would have probably aged them up by a bit, so it makes sense there.

They would be like, Kai S1-2 age (15-17~) during Serpentine War. 25-30 years later, they would have the children and then get kidnapped for 10+ years. S1 ages: 50+ Also, people start aging fast at 50. Or at least that's how I'm seeing it, Mom. (Stop dying your hair, it's gonna be all white soon)

Zane was built likely before or during of the serpentine war, as the Ice elemental had given Zane ice powers after the Serpenine War, and Zane was at least 3 years old by then. Looking at the old Dr Julien, he looked to be around 45. So by Season 1, he would have been 85~, which makes sense if you assume he died 10 years before Season 1, ~75. And that is considered old age in some countries. However, that was most probably a false positive as he was brought back by Samukai. He would have been alive in S2 still, but died sometime after that, which is a good enough life.

Jay's parents: Ed and Edna are adoptive parents so probably 45-55ish during S1. But Libber and Cliff seemed to be young. Or at least Libber did, having just married Cliff before Time Twins (which would probably be a little after the Serpentine War) So maybe early married during Serpentine War? Of which I would assume her to be in the 18-22 range. (after all, Jay did 'propose' to Nya in Season 10, where he was like 18-20) A lot of people state Jay to be like, 15-17 in S1, so to make that happen, they would have to have given birth to Jay when Libber was 41-47, which is feasible. He would then be cared for his entire life by Ed and Edna.

Anyways, that's all I have to say on this subject. Feel free to tell me anything I missed or did wrong, and I'll make a Ninjago timeline soon.

#ninjago #ninjago headcanon #ninjago headcanons #ninjago ages #ninjago parents

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butwhyduh · 3 years

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Fit to be Tied

Jason Todd x reader

Warning: Christmas? And the f word.

Christmas series 2

Jason didn’t pay much attention to holidays. Nope. That was for the living. He didn’t have much of need for it. But he did know that Christmas was quiet and New Years was busy for patrol. He guessed everyone ate Christmas dinner and and then got bored of playing nice. Or maybe that just wanted to start the new year with a big ass bang. Who knows?

Even when he was a kid, he didn’t celebrate the holidays. Too poor, mom too lost in drugs, and dad? Well fuck him. He was a piece of shit when he was around.

Jason kicked a beer can out of his way into the pile of trash on the sidewalk. They didn’t get the trash again this week it looked like. Daddy Bruce could play bat but couldn’t throw his money around enough to keep trash from piling on the street.

It was fine. He had more important things to do anyways. He had to buy a Christmas present. He didn’t care for the holidays but the sweet girl he had at home was a doll and fuck, if she didn’t deserve something. So Jason went down to the local pawn shop. Usually not a problem but it was 2 AM. Not exactly prime business hours.

So yes, Red Hood was breaking into a pawn shop to get a bracelet. He was leaving cash, $20 over the cost too. It was something you had seen earlier in the week and had admired. Gems of some kind shaped to look like a butterfly. You’d taken a minute longer to stare at it.

He left as quick as he came. And it wasn’t long until he was opening the window of your apartment dressed in street clothes. You were asleep. Jason had used the excuse of patrol to get out. But in the early morning hours of Christmas, he wanted to wake you.

“Princess,” he said gently. You moved a little before opening your eyes. You smiled up at him. Fuck, he didn’t deserve the way you looked at him. Your eyes looked so innocent and sweet. You never looked at him like he scared you.

“Jaybird, what’s going on?”

“I got you something for Christmas and it’s technically Christmas..” he said pulling out the box. You sat up, curious.

“It’s Christmas Eve. You got me something? I didn’t think we were- I didn’t get anything. I couldn’t-“ you said turning red. Money was too tight to consider it. The fact that the heat was still on this late in the month was a Christmas miracle.

“No no. It’s fine. Just being here is enough for me. I’ve never really celebrated Christmas anyways,” Jason said pushing the box in your hand. You held the box before kissing him.

You opened the box to see the bracelet you had been looking at the pawn shop. You smiled and stared at the pretty little butterfly. Jason watched you carefully for a reaction. He’d never admit it but he was more nervous now than fighting on the street.

“You saw me looking at it. I didn’t think you’d notice,” you murmured softly as you picked it up. Jason took it and wrapped it around your wrist. He clasped it on and you looked at it, moving your wrist in the light.

“Thank you. It’s beautiful,” you said quietly looking at it. You had a little grin on your face. Jason smiled. That’s the look he wanted. That little bit of happiness that you showed when you were really pleased. He intertwined his fingers in yours.

“Princess, you’re so cold,” Jason said with a frown. He could feel it colder outside but now that he was getting used to the temperature, it wasn’t warm as it should be.

“The heater was acting up again so I turned it down. The blankets are plenty warm,” you said and his heart all but broke. There was no way he was going to let you be cold all winter because the landlord wouldn’t fix things. He might pay this guy a visit. You sensed his anger.

“It’s okay, Jay. Come lay with me and get warm,” you said taking his hands. He let you pull him into bed. He kicked off his pants and shoes and laid on his side. You curled into him as a little spoon. His long big frame all but engulfed you. It always felt to protective. If he was holding you, he knew you were safe. Jason ran his fingers along your bracelet soft as his rough fingers could.

“You’re so good to me,” you said softly and his heart clenched again. Fuck, if you knew all the bad he did. His messed up past. He thought you would have run away when you first learned he was Red Hood but no, you had been kind.

“Naw, Princess you deserve more then this shitty place,” he said, and for the first time, he felt a little bad about giving all of his trust fund to the soup kitchen he would visit as a kid. A little would have been nice to get a better place for you. But he had been making a ton crushing the drug trade at the time and didn’t have a girl back home when he did it. He couldn’t be as reckless now.

You turned in his arms to look in his blue eyes. He has such an intense look on his face that you frowned. “Jaybird, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he said pulling his face back to normal. “Just thinking. I wanna move you to a better place, a safer place than this,” he said running his thumb across your cheeks. You grasped his wrist and leaned into his touch. Jason would sometimes get like that. Thinking you deserved better. And you humored him even though you wouldn’t even know what to do with wealth.

“We’re moving. Soon. I’m promising now,” he said thinking about the painful conversation he was going to have with Bruce. His adoptive father he hadn’t even told you about. Bruce would do just about anything Jason asked. Probably the guilt of letting him die.

“But Jay, we’d miss the water that went from boiling to freezing at random. And I’m not sure if I can sleep without Mr and Mrs Jancowski having sex every Tuesday at 2 AM,” you said with a smile. He kissed you to shut you up. You were joking but each one felt like a little knife in his guilt. You pulled him over you and the thought of money troubles faded from your mind.

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Jason woke before you and watched you sleep. You laid on his chest with your hand in his hair and your soft breath on his throat. The bracelet was still on your wrist. You looked so peaceful, trusted him while you slept. Jason carefully grabbed his phone and texted Alfred. He’d also have to tell you about his adoptive family. His very famous adoptive family.

He threaded his fingers in your hand that was flung across his waist. You began to stir. Jason moved hair from your face and you blinked to see his pale blue eyes watching you.

“Morning, Princess,” he said with a rough morning voice. You smiled.

“Morning, Jaybird.”

“I’ve got something to tell you,” he started. “I want you to meet my family tonight.”

“Tonight? Your family? I thought your parents...” you trailed off.

“I was adopted. I never told you because I don’t have the best relationship with them. But I think it’s time for you to meet them. I’ve got to tell you something else,” he said and you could hear his heart beat quicker as you laid on him.

“My adoptive father is Bruce Wayne.”

Silence.

“You’re shitting me.”

“Nope. And tonight I’m taking you to meet him. And my adoptive siblings.”

“You aren’t joking,” you said sitting up. Jason sat up too.

“I’m not. I’m kinda the... black sheep of the family. He adopted me when I was 12. I was trying to boost the wheels from the b- Bentley he was driving,” Jason corrected. It was one thing to tell you he was Red Hood. He couldn’t say Bruce Wayne was Batman.

“Wow. I- wow. Okay. That’s a lot to take in. Also on brand to be honest,” you said and he smiled and shrugged.

“Wait. What the fuck do you wear to the freaking Wayne manor for Christmas Eve?” You said a little panicky.

“Whatever you want. It’s just family,” he said with a sideways smile.

“Oh no. I can’t go to freaking Wayne Manor in a Kmart sweater,” you said quickly.

“You can wear,” he said hopping out of bed. He dug way in the back of his closet for a pretty red sweater that was slightly oversized. “This. Should fit fine. Pretty expensive too.”

“Where the hell did you get that?”

“I’ve had it for year and it definitely doesn’t fit now,” Jason said with a laugh. “Try it on.”

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The weather sucked. Freaking sleet that threatened everything it touched. You were grateful it wasn’t a night of Jason patrolling. This meant taking your car instead of Jason’s motorcycle. Your car was at least 15 years old and you called it Frankenstein because of all the repairs done over the years.

The radio skipped as Jason drove over a speed bump by Wayne Manor and you burst out laughing. Jason looked at you from the side.

“It’s not that funny,” he said. “What’s up?”

“My car is trash, I’m wearing your old sweater, and we’re late. If you weren’t the black sheep before, bringing me home, you will be now,” you said. He grabbed your hand and parked in front of a random house.

“I’ve been the black sheep since I was a kid and you aren’t going to change any thing for the worse. Trust me. In fact they’ll probably think you’re too good for me,” Jason said with a dry chuckle. “So don’t worry about anything. Except making room for pudding. I know it sounds weird,” he said starting to drive again. “But it’s the best part of Christmas.”

Wayne Manor was huge. You knew that. You’d even seen it on tv. But to see it in front of you was honestly terrifying, especially in the nasty weather. You almost hoped Jason was playing some weird elaborate joke and was going to drive on by but he knew the passcode to the gate. He drove in the covered drop off spot by the front door and parked. You both quickly ran in the building.

The front entry was breathtaking. A gigantic Christmas tree and a full staircase decked out in garland like a Hallmark movie. It was like a magazine. In fact, it was in the Christmas episode of Gotham Life the year before.

You gripped Jason’s hand tightly as you walked down the hall. Your shoes sounded unnaturally loud and you had the urge to quiet them like it was a library. Jason pulled you to the doorway of a dinning room full of people settling to eat. Jadon cleared his throat.

“Master Jason! You made it,” Alfred said excitedly. “I recieved your message but it’s been many years. Sit. Sit.”

“Glad you could come,” Jason’s brother Dick said with a grin. He looked at you in curious excitement. You looked down at some kind of mushroom soup placed in front of you. Everyone else was dressed so nicely and ate so perfectly. It was intimidating.

“Yeah, it’s Christmas,” Jason said shrugging. He gave Dick a look that said don’t ask. It didn’t take much for Dick to drop it because he seemed incredibly distracted. You spent most of the meal trying to keep up on conversations you clearly didn’t understand while trying food you’ve never seen before. You could barely remember everyone you were introduced to. One of Jason’s sister(s?) gave you a big hug along with everyone else when she arrived. You couldn’t tell anyone what was even said after the meal. Or so you thought.

Until right across from you, Dick proposes to his girlfriend. He stuttered around before finally asking. “Will you marry me? Oh god, I have a ring,” he said producing one. Everyone watched as she stared in the box.

“Will I marry you?” She asked faintly and you worried she’d say no. How terrible would it be??

“Please say something,” he pleaded and you could tell the man was practically in pain before she said yes. They kissed, the family applauded, and champagne was served.

Jason watched you from the corner of his eyes. How did you react to this? What did you think? You didn’t look jealous or anything. It made Jason think of marriage. He hadn’t before. He’d thought about moving into something more permanent but marriage. He’d never thought about marriage as his future, ever. Of course when you die at 16 and come back with a vengeance, love is low on the priority list.

“Jaybird, you there,” you asked slightly tapping his shoulder. He blinked and looked at you.

“Yeah, I’m here. Just in my head,” he said and you nodded. He’d do that sometimes.

“The party is moving to the parlor,” you said quietly in a proper rich Gothamite voice and Jason huffed before covering his smiling mouth with a nose rub. The rest of the group was moving ahead of you. Dick and his new fiancé were retiring for the night.

“I’m never going to hear the end of it, am I?”

“I’m so sorry, dearest. I can’t understand you with a silver spoon in your mouth,” you laughed. Jason rolled his eyes before guiding your shoulders towards the door. You heard a soft laugh behind you and you turned to see Tim’s girlfriend smiling.

“Sorry to interrupt but I’ve got to use that on Tim,” she said grabbing her coat and walking out.

After making sure you were cool with hanging with Tim’s girlfriend and their adoptive sister Cass, Jason and Tim started a very competitive game of pool. You couldn’t help but look at things that cost more than you’ve ever even seen. The chess set Damian and his girlfriend were playing with probably cost more than your car.

But it was Christmas and you tried to push your insecurities aside. It was a fun evening. A glass of wine you kept sipping on helped as well.

After a while Bruce announced that the roads were too bad and that no one was leaving. Jason clenched his jaw for a second before looking at you and relaxing. He didn’t want to stay but he wasn’t risking your health in any way. Instead he focused on the game.

“So if I win,” Jason said a full hour later. By this time, Damian’s girlfriend had fallen asleep on his shoulder. Your eyes felt a little heavy as well. “I get the penthouse.”

“Sure Jay. That’s Bruce’s. But I’m willing to gamble it,” Tim said throwing his hands up at the ridiculousness.

“I accept terms,” Bruce said. Both boys looked at him surprised. “Whoever wins gets the penthouse.”

You turned quickly to watch the game. Okay, is that a normal thing for them? To bet property. The look on everyone’s face said that no it wasn’t normal.

Jason was excellent at pool. It was a common for you both to go down to the pool hall and play some games. Jason would occasionally make some money playing and he did often as a kid. It was also a way to waste time when your mom was throwing beers back like a fish, like Jason’s mother did. Tim didn’t stand a chance. He wasn’t as good and looked almost like he was in pain occasionally. But maybe it wasn’t a real competition? Maybe Bruce was trying to give Jason something he’d always want to but didn’t know how. Jason easily won the game.

“So the penthouse is mine?” Jason asked. Bruce nodded and shrugged. Tim softly coughed in his hand. Your heart raced. They couldn’t be serious.

“If you’ll live in it,” Bruce said. Damian was carefully carrying his girlfriend upstairs.

“Deal,” Jason says quickly.

“Deal,” Bruce said looking quiet pleased. Was this his plan all along?

“I guess, deal?” Tim said confused. “Though you should owe me. You’re the one that got me shot.”

Your brain broke. He was shot? And it was Jason’s fault?

“What?! You got him shot?” Tim’s girlfriend asked loudly. Tim blanched.

“Not my fault.”

“Literally your fault,” Tim countered.

“What did you do?” You asked looking at him suspiciously. He offered you a sheepish smile.

“I might have said ‘what are you gonna do, shoot us?’ I meant me. Not Tim! He also has a bulletproof suit,” Jason said. Tim must be a vigilante too. You glared at Jason.

“That’s not in the report,” Bruce said with his eyes narrowing.

“Good night everybody. Merry Christmas,” Jason said pulling you from the room and up to his childhood room.

“You’re in so much trouble,” you said and he grinned.

“I’ll deal with it tomorrow. How do you feel about a penthouse? Better than our current place hu?” Jason said pulling you close. You felt dizzy at the idea.

“Seriously? We can’t afford it,” you said trying to stay grounded. It was too good to be true. Things like that didn’t happen to people like you.

“I think I know a guy who can keep the lights on,” he joked and you gave him a serious look. “Don’t worry about it. Just enjoy the idea of constant hot water. Lights never going off,” Jason said pushing you towards the bed. “No one can hear me make you scream.”

“Tempting. Very tempting,” you said and of fucking course it was. A safe beautiful clean penthouse over your trashy scary apartment wasn’t even a contest. Jason pushed you on the bed and hovered over you.

“What are you doing,” you asked flushed but still encouraging him. It was still his dad’s house and he was getting handsy.

“Trying to have sex with my girlfriend on my old bed like every guy ever has dreamed of,” Jason said. He nipped at your throat. You gasped.

“Got to be quiet, Princess,” he whispered and you pulled him down to kiss more.

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The next morning you woke to an empty bed. You fixed your hair as best you could and threw on Jason’s sweatshirt before going downstairs. You caught a glimpse of the kitchen as Bruce slowly slid a set of keys Jason’s way before taking a long drink from his coffee. “I’m glad you made home for Christmas this year, Jason.” The penthouse.

“Morning,” Bruce said to you nodding before leaving the room. Jason was alone in the kitchen but you could hear others in the breakfast nook a door over.

“Keys,” Jason said showing you. “And no lecture.”

You gave him a hug and looked at the shiny metal keys. It would be a while before you could handle the idea of a freaking penthouse being yours. “But you should get something for Tim. You did get him shot.”

“Let him shoot me?”

“Jason, no.”

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The Skirt

Pairings: background jaya Wordcount: 3700 Warnings: ask to tag Summary: Zane gets caught admiring a skirt at the store, but he knows the rules. Boys aren’t allowed to wear that stuff... right?

It’s a sweet, simple sort of thing, where it lays across the mannequins thighs. It’s a high waisted skirt in pale pink, long pleats that fold nicely. It’s paired with a tight white long sleeve shirt tucked in, and a gaudy hot-pink trench coat, and a pair of beige booties. The outfit is nice- the jacket a little much for his own personal taste, but cute in it’s own way. He glances down at his own hips and back up, imagining how the skirt would look against his skin. He reaches out and touches along the bottom of it, feeling the smooth fibers, wondering not-seriously if they had it in his size- not that he would buy it. Not that he should even be thinking about buying it, or how it might look on, or how it might feel-

Nya rounds the corner of the aisle he’d lost himself in.

Zane jumps away from the fabric as if it’d bitten him, nearly knocking over a rack of expensive sunglasses, a hot flush of shame crawling up his throat. He clenches his hands at his side and tries to play it off by switching focus to a pair of aviators with black frames. He can see Nya as she wanders up in the reflection from the lenses, looking between him and the mannequin’s outfit he’d been examining, an inquisitive tilt to her lips.

“Zane? Do you… like this?” She reaches up to smooth out the pleats of the skirt, ruffled by his own hands.

“No.” He answers right away, not giving an inch. He fumbles to pick up a pair of sunglasses just to be doing something with his hands, and doesn’t say anything more. He knows he’s tense, but he can’t help it.

“I don’t know. I think it’s kinda cute.” She hums.

It’s… a trap, or something. Zane can’t figure out how she's trying to box him in, and it’s making him anxious, “You should buy it if you like it.” He tries, setting the glasses back with firm hands, tracing the frames of another pair.

“I don’t think the pink would match my complexion,” there’s a pause, then she tries, “It would look really good on you-”

“I do not like it.” He cuts her off, lacing his voice with steel, shoulders hunching. He strides away from her without glancing back, he doesn’t want to see the look on her face, he doesn’t want to know if she was laughing at him. She’d laughed at him before, in his pink apron, and she'd called him cute then too.

Her voice had been filled with cruel edged mirth, “He’d looked so cute in it!” as he retreats from their food fight, an unfamiliar feeling he’s learned was embarrassment welling up in his chest, making his processor hot. He threw that stupid apron away. He announced his hatred towards pink over and over again. He didn’t need to lose all his progress with a moment of weakness.

He did not like how it felt when his friends laughed at him.

The others are trailing around the store at their own pace, and Zane is lucky only Nya caught him- and even then, he has plausible deniability. Except now she’s lingering around him, he can see her out of the corner of his eye, so he sticks strictly to the mens section- folding a pair of jeans over his arm and a pale blue turtle-neck he thought would go with his eyes. He doesn’t even think about looking at the lavender button up at the end of the rack- he’d learned over the years. Lavender and pastel colors, they were just as bad as pink, even if it was in the mens section, or gender neutral. Sometimes he worries about the light blues he tended to favor, but any blue was okay all the time, probably. They hadn’t made fun of him yet.

He’s looking through a pile of joggers when Nya calls out, “Zane!”

She catches his attention and Jay and Cole as well, holding up a white dress from the rack. It’s a beautiful summer dress, white straps lined with lace leading into a sweetheart neckline, eye closures down the center before it breaks into a delicate and flowy trumpet skirt, “Isn’t this pretty?” She asks, smiling encouragingly.

It is. If you had asked him what kind of dress he’d like to wear, he would be thinking of this dress while he told you none at all.

She’s making fun of him.

He wilts a little, drawing in on himself, and swallows past the painful lump in his throat, “I suppose.” He grits out.

“Hey, why not ask me?” Jay pipes up, “I’m your boyfriend.”

Nya jumps, as if Jay’s presence in the conversation was a surprise.

“It is pretty,” Cole comments, squinting at it from the tank tops he’d been pawing through, “Not really your style, though.”

Nya shakes her head and opens her mouth, “No, I-” She stalls, glancing at Zane- who’s looking increasingly upset, “I was thinking about trying something new...” she trails off.

Jay meanders over, “Well, you should probably get a different size. This is way too big.” He comments, looking it over.

“Yeah… right.” Nya says, and Zane slips away from them quietly.

When he gets back to his room, he sets his bags from the mall on the bed and starts to pull out his new clothes. Nya had let it go, in the end, and hadn’t teased him about his slip up after the dress thing, so the rest of the trip had been nice. They’d stopped at the food court for lunch and spent some time in the skateboard shop so kai could buy some new wheels, and then an hour and a half goofing around at the arcade before they’d called it a day.

Zane folded his new pants and tucked them into the dresser, reaching blindly into his bag while thinking about what to make for dinner.

All thoughts of food vanish from his head when he pulls out the pale pink skirt he’d been admiring.

He drops it and jerks his hands back to his chest, spinning around as if to catch Nya jump out from behind a potted plant and shout aha! Caught ya! ...but no one is there. He’s alone. He approaches the offending article of clothing cautiously, digging his receipt out from his bag while already certain he won’t see the skirt listed there. Nya must have bought it and slipped it in with his things, there’s no other explanation. It’s his size. Why? Is there a… a joke here? What is Zane not getting?

He should take it back to her and let her return it, probably. He picks it up and tosses it in the trashcan next to his desk instead, and puts away the rest of his clothes with hands he makes sure don’t shake. He doesn’t entertain the idea of trying it on. Pink and lavender weren’t allowed, skirts- skirts were worse. A pink skirt… he shakes his head, hanging up a new turtle neck, and leaves the skirt behind in the darkness of his room.

Nya sits up a little straighter when he comes into the living room, “How was… putting away your clothes?” She finishes clunky, fishing for his reaction to her prank.

“Fine.” He says without breaking stride, crossing into the kitchen and plucking his plain white apron up off the hook, sliding it over his head and getting to work.

Except, even as he chops onions and serves dinner and eats with his friends, even as they play video games and watch a movie, he can’t stop thinking about the skirt. It’s there, in the back of his mind- he’d always liked skirts, thought they were pretty and sweet. He used to dream about buying nice skirts and dresses when he could afford it, different kinds for different occasions like maxi dresses and pencil skirts, but this was before he knew it was silly and laughable. Before it was wrong.

When the night finally comes to a close, and he retires back to his room, he makes a bee line for his trashcan and delicately pulls the skirt out. He sets it on his bed and pats out the wrinkles, appreciating the craftsmanship.

He locks the door and undresses, sliding the skirt over his hips. He zips it in place and takes a step towards the mirror before he hesitates, throwing off his blue hoodie and digging up a tighter white turtleneck. It’s the closest thing he has to the outfit the mannequin was wearing that he’d liked so much. He smooths down the pleats, playing with the edge- something tight and uncomfortable in his chest loosens, and he breathes easier. It’s nice. It feels… like he always thought it would.

He steps in front of the mirror. He fiddles with the cuffs of his sweater, smiling at his reflection. He looked good, the skirt fits perfectly. He poses even though it makes him feel a little immature, striking several different stances, turning around to see all the angles. He’s got the perfect set of shoes to pair with this-

He stops halfway to his closet, standing in the middle of his room wearing a skirt he loves, reality rushing back.

He takes the skirt off, pulling on a pair of pajama pants, and folds it nice and neatly. He unlocks his door and walks across the monastery to Nyas bedroom, knocking politely. There’s a long pause before he can hear her footsteps on the hardwood. The door opens and she squints at the hallway light, blinking up groggily at Zane, “Huh?” She quips eloquently.

He holds the skirt out and drops it, she fumbles to catch it, “Return it.” he tells her, “I do not want it.”

She blinks, her sleep addled mind processing before it connects, “Zane,” She shakes her head, holding it out, “It’s yours, I saw you looking at it- it’s a nice skirt, it would look nice on you.”

He refrains from saying it does. He frowns hard, he doesn’t get it- she sounds so sincere, but he knows the rules, “I do not understand the joke. Am I supposed to wear this so you may laugh at me?”

Nya looks lost, “Laugh?”

“Like my pink apron.” He explains, huddling into himself, “Except this is worse.”

Understanding lights up her face with shame and sadness, “Zane… I-”

“Return it.” He insists, pushing the skirt back towards her, and then hesitates, “Please. Do not tell the others.”

He takes a step back and nods, turning away and bidding a hasty retreat. When he gets back to his room he stubbornly refuses to think about how freeing it was, how good it felt. He stamps down any longing as he crawls into bed, and falls asleep most certainly not filled with regret.

The following morning, Nya slinks into the kitchen as Zane and Kai are putting together breakfast looking like a kicked puppy. She keeps throwing inconspicuous sad eyes at Zane that he’s stubbornly refusing to acknowledge, but she thankfully doesn’t let the others catch on or else she might be forced to tell them what was bothering her.

After breakfast, she offers to help Zane with the dishes, and meets his “I do not require assistance,” With polite insistence, where she ends up washing as he dries and puts them away.

It isn’t until they’re nearly done that she organizes her thought’s enough to turn to him as he puts away the final stack of plates and says, “I think you should keep the skirt.”

He feels himself grow tense, closing the cupboard slowly before he looks at her, turning around to face her and scrutinizing her expression hard. He tries to dissect her intentions, tries to figure out why she’s saying this- he knew Nya had joined in on the teasing before, but he didn’t think she would push so hard. All his previous data suggests she doesn’t have a cruel streak like this in her, but she’s been keeping the joke going hard.

He entertains the idea that she really is being sincere, but that doesn’t make sense either, because there were rules. Zane had to figure them out fast when he was younger and newly exposed to the world- You have to make eye contact when conversing with people to be respectful, asking for explanations to jokes ruins the fun, and boys should never wear girl clothes. If you broke the rules, you were weird, and people laughed at you, and they made fun of you.

“No thank you.” He says stiffly, turning away and rinsing out the sink, “I do not like it.”

She looks miserable, “I’m sorry we laughed.”

He shakes his head and doesn’t respond, the conflicting information making his head hurt, leaving her alone in the kitchen.

A week later, the team has another rare day off. They’d set aside the day to go to the park, and Zane was looking forward to it. He’d spent the previous day in between patrols picking up ingredients to pack the perfect picnic. Cole throws open the door to the kitchen as Zane finishes packing up his basket, hauling a large cooler behind him.

“Hey frosty!” He greets, popping the lid on the cooler and fishing out waters and juice from the fridge, “Aren’t you gonna be hot dressed like that?” He comments.

Zane glances down at his jeans and t-shirt in comparison to Cole’s tanktop and shorts combo, “I am the master of Ice.” He points out, “I don’t get hot.”

Cole concedes his point with a dip of his head, “Speaking of master of ice, can I get a little help with keeping the drinks cool?”

Zane nods, waving a hand over the cooler and packing the drinks with snow and ice. Cole thanks him as Zane hefts up his basket, the two meeting the rest of their team on the deck of the bounty. Nya perks up as they come out on deck, and steps aside so the two can see their teammates.

Jay already looks overheated, miserably melting under the sun. Lloyd seems unbothered, dressed in a sleeveless hoodie and shorts. Kai basks in the sun, smiling brilliantly, wearing a t-shirt and…

Zanes processor stutters, “Are you wearing a skirt?” He asks neutrally, blinking down at Kai’s maroon pleats.

“Yeah,” Kai glances down at the fabric, “Nya gave it to me, it doesn’t fit her anymore. Isn’t it cute?”

Zane has no idea how to respond, so Cole beats him to it, “Looks good, dude, but how are we supposed to play frisbee?”

“I got shorts on underneath so I don't accidentally flash anyone.” Kai waves his hand dismissively, and no one else comments on the wrongness of the outfit.

Tentatively, Zane says, “You… like to wear skirts?”

Kai frowns, mistaking the hesitance for judgement, “Is that a problem for you?”

Zane looks away, “Not at all.” He says, confusion making his voice stiff, missing the way the others glance at his tone of voice disapprovingly.

They go to the park, and Zane can’t stop looking at Kais skirt. He finds himself frowning at the other man more than once, shaking the confusion out of his head and trying to ignore it. Did it… really not matter that Kai was wearing a skirt? Cole had complimented him, and Jay hadn’t said anything against it either. He finds himself not joining in on the frisbee game most of the time, focusing on getting the picnic set up to hide how he was too mixed up to focus on the sport. Soon enough, the others wrap up their game and join Zane on the blanket Nya had packed.

They eat and chat idly, and Kai sighs in content after he’s finished, sitting back, “That was amazing as always, Zane!”

Zane doesn’t look at him as he puts away his own half-eaten sandwich, “Thank you.” He says simply, lost in thought.

“Zane.” Jay says, and Zane glances up at him. He startles slightly at the way Jay is looking at him, pointedly disapproving, “Why are you being so weird about Kais skirt?”

“...Why aren’t you?” Zane asks genuinely, familiar hot shame crawling up his throat as his friends frown at him.

“Dude…” Kai mutters, clearly hurt, “Not cool.”

Shame, confusion, and guilt swallow Zane up for a long moment before it’s burned up by a flash of frustration. It didn’t make sense. They’d made fun of him years ago for his pink apron, laughed him out of the room and not bothered enough to see if he was alright afterwards because he broke the rules- he gets it, he wore the wrong clothes, it’s a funny joke… So why is Kai allowed it where Zane isn’t? Why is it funny when it’s Zane? Why does he get mocked while Kai gets defended? Defended when Zane hasn’t and wouldn’t ever make fun of him for his outfit-!

He stands up abruptly, “I’m going back to the bounty.” He announces before he turns on heel and all but runs from them.

“Zane!” Nya calls, but he doesn’t turn around.

“Let him go.” Cole says firmly, and Zane clenches his eyes shut as he boards the bounty.

His stomach churns with his tumultuous thoughts and he makes a bee line for the room they have in the bounty, crawling into his bunk bed and curling into a ball. He stares miserably at the wooden walls, thinking about too many different things.

He misses his pink apron.

He didn’t think it was funny when he saw Kai in that skirt. He thought he looked nice...

Why did they laugh at him?

He wakes up at the sound of quiet voices, disoriented for a moment- he didn’t remember falling asleep. He makes his way out of bed slowly, the room dark, and blinks against the harsh hallway light as he steps out of their bedroom. He rubs sleep out of his optics as they adjust to the change in atmosphere, making his way to the living room.

He stops in the doorway, looking in at his friends. Kai is still wearing his skirt, laying across the recliner sideways, his legs thrown over the edge. The others are in various states around the living room, laying on the couch or the floor asa movie plays unwatched on the TV screen, the quiet sounds what lured Zane here in the first place.

Zane’s stomach plummets as he remembers the hurt look on Kai’s face at lunch. He didn’t want to make Kai feel like he did, he didn’t want him to feel laughed at, “Kai?” He says from the doorway.

The room reacts to his voice, everyone immediately sitting up to peer at him. Jay's head poked over the back of the couch along with Coles, and Nya and Lloyd craned their heads around the couch from the floor.

“Hey, Zane…” Kai says, sitting properly in the chair.

“I want to apologize.” Zane says quietly, “I really have no issue with you wearing what you like. I am sorry I acted so oddly.”

Kai fiddles with the edge of the skirt, “It’s okay… I know.” He says just as soft, “I think we all owe you an apology too.”

Zane tilts his head in confusion, stepping into the room a little more.

Jay nods, “Yeah, Zane, we’re sorry.” He says sincerely, “We acted like total jerks about your apron.”

“My apron…” Zane’s eyes flicker to Nya, who ducks her head a little at how she obviously snitched.

“Nya told us what was bothering you, and we feel really bad about it.” Cole agrees, “We were stupid and mean. There’s nothing wrong with wearing pink.”

“Or skirts.” Kai pipes up, “I’m sorry we hurt you.”

“If you want to wear that stuff,” Lloyd adds, “No one will laugh.”

Zane blinks at the way his eyes water dangerously, looking down at the floor, “It is not… wrong?”

“No.” Kai says firmly, “We were wrong, not you. Wear what makes you happy, and we’ll be on your side.”

Zane swallows and thinks about how much he’d loved the pink skirt, how pretty he’d felt with it on, “I accept your apology.” He says with a small smile, “Thank you.”

Nya grins and with a wink says, “I think i have something that belongs to you, then.” She stands, “But first… group hug?”

Smiling, Zane holds up his arms, and the others converge on him. He hugs them back tightly, smile growing wider as he sighs happily. The frustration and hurt sliding off his shoulders makes him feel so light, and a barrier he hadn’t realized he’d raised falls to pieces.

He couldn’t wait for their next off day.

Which comes sooner than he expects. It’s rare to get out of patrol so often, but Lloyd insisted they make up for their slightly disasterous park trip only a few days later. Ninjago is thankfully not in terrible danger, so they decide to head to Mega Monster Amusement Park for the day- and Zane is half certain Sensei Wu allows it only because he’s craving funnel cake.

They’re supposed to leave soon, and Zane is nearly ready. He slips on a pair of white boots and laces them up, standing up and admiring his outfit in his mirror. He’s got on a loose white sweater tucked into the waistband of his pink skirt, and he adjusts it one last time before nodding in satisfaction, smiling genuinely at his reflection.

He does a little twirl because he can’t help himself before he throws open the door to his room and makes his way to the deck of the bounty, smiling as the skirt bounces and flows with every step.

He’s the last to arrive, the others all waiting for him. To his pleasant surprise, there’s no flash of anxiety as he trots over- they won’t laugh. He knows they won’t.

Nya lights up when she sees him, “Zane’s here!”

Zane happiness seems to be contagious, the others all perking up at the sight of him.

“You look really nice.” Kai compliments when he gets close, and Zane smiles so hard his cheeks hurt.

“Yeah, that’s a nice color on you.” Cole comments.

Jay nods in agreement, “Zane looks really good, yes! Can we go to the amusement park already?”

Zane laughs, bubbly and light, “Thank you all! Jay’s right, let us go have some fun.”

As they disembark the bounty, Zane makes eye contact with Nya, and smiles softly at her. She grins in return, bumping shoulders with him, and they catch up with the others.

#zane julien #nya ninjago #kai ninjago #jay ninjago #cole ninjago #ninjago #spinchip fic #wu ur student looks gnc af

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gangrenados · 3 years

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YOOOOOOOO THE HAIRY JASON = 🖤🖤🖤🖤

the man deserves some love tbh.

dc watch out cause i’m coming for u if u continue to keep him in captivity.

I must admit that I'm a little bit too much in love with this concept, like I never thought hairy men were that nice, but goddamn this kinda changed my mind lol AND YES Jason deserves so much love 😫😫

Anyway, I had this in my draft and decided to add the concept, well, I wrote this every time I was bored, so maybe it's not that great.

thanks to @imagines-fluff-yandere-smut for this great ass concept, girl keep up your horny thoughts, I love them 😤😤💕💕💕!!

Warning: Uh kinda smutty, a blowjob and a lot of slurs??

(L/n): your last name

You have no idea of how much I love that gif 👉🏽👈🏽

The soft sound of the tv echoing in the background alongside with the lulling murmuring of the city, were the only thing that was keeping in touch with the reality you were set on: living on a rather small apartment setted in the middle of one of the most tumoltous cities in the world.

Was it comfortable? surely not, but the company was greatly accepted. Besides this was just transient point in your life.

You stirred closer to your lover with a soft yawn, scaping from the cold that Gotham rainy nights always provided and being dealighted welcomed by a side hug of his right arm that quickly fell limp beside your shoulder.

You took the dare to rest your head on his chest, he didn't moved or said anything, staying in the same position with his arm behind his head as the other is around you, but with the slight difference that his lips were forming a little side smile.

Taking that small gesture as a green light, you kept going with your intrusion. You dragged your fingers down town his torso, wandering through his abs before finally setting just above the hem of his boxers.

You caressed his skin softly, just the tender touch of your fingers before your nails ran up and down his skin, leaving a nice ticklish sensation all over Jason's body, to finally play gently in the hairs of his happy trail.

It didn't take long before your let your hand go lower, and between your innocent caress and the small talk of the show going on, you brushed his crotch lightly. However, that was more than enough to peek your boyfriend's attention.

"Are you trying to get me horny, doll?" his hoarse voice made you giggle. Trapped in the middle of you act and you couldn’t but offer a playful smile once you noticed those beautiful blue eyes looking down at you.

“Maybe...” you mumbled trying to appear innocent while your hands were still moving up and down his member in a gently, but firm maner. Jason arched his eyebrows, scoffing at your words. “Is it working?

You let out a yelp as Jason pulled you over him like nothing. It might soud crazy, but the way he stares at you makes your insides light up in pure fire as your heart speeds up for a moment.

So now your mind can only focus on the way his big hands were caressing your hips, daring to tugg at the waistband of your panties and to run down those calloused fingers a little bit too close of your inner thighs.

Jason looks so beautilf underneath you and then his words makes you pay attention at what you had provoked. "I think you gotta work harder."

Between kisses you moved to his neck, nibbling onto the soft skin and sucking lightly as you keep grinding your ass on his clothed cock. Jason wanted more, you could sense this by the way his hands were pressing you against his pelvic, a way to prevent you to go elsewhere.

Jason’s hips bucked against yours, his hands still resting on your arse as he let his head fall down on his pillow. ”Is this enough?" You smiles against his skin, giving a small kiss with your swollen lips and Jason just nods.

"You won." His raspy voice sends shivers downs your spine." I have a boner and I would pretty much like to fuck you right now, congratulations!”

"Nice!" You say as you grab his face between your hands and give him a peck, Jason looks up to you with one of those heart melting smile he keeps for moments when your cuteness is about to give him a heart attack.

So you go down, giving short kisses across his abdomen and tracing his skin with your nails. As you reach his boxers you give a sweet kiss to his clothed cock and without taking your eyes off of Jason while tugging down those black boxes and he can't help but caress your head lovingly.

You spit on your hand quickly before you take his hard dick in your hand and start to pump him at a slow pace.

The contact makes him shiver and Jason mind is starts to fog the instant you take him in your mouth and you your tongue swirl around the shaft.

Jason pants as you bob your head up and down, sucking at his hard cock while your hand pump what you can't fit in your mouth.

His whimpers are music to your ears and seeing his face contorts in pleasure is making the coil in your belly tighten. It's nice to be able to have this view, but you're more focused on keeping up with the work.

"Fuck" Jason says as he sinks deeper in his pleasure. One of his hands goes to your head and grabs your hair, he doesn't move whatsoever. "Just like that! You're so good to me, babe."

Everything is going so nice, there's nothing better than receiving head after a hard week of work and Jason's state of mind is more than enough proof of this. The wet sounds mixed with Jason’s moans opaque the long forgotten sitcom that was still being played.

And moment like this make Gotham nights more berable, just the two of you enjoying each others bodies with the very welcoming bonus of being in love.

However, the euphoria is quickly cut off as the annoying sound of the doorbell comes into scene; at first you don't stop and Jason is thankful because of it, but the person waiting at the other side of the apartment isn't as glad. The ring of the doorbell sounds acute in your ears, making the task of ignore it more difficult than you thought.

"(L/N) I am here, open up" the deep and annoying voice of your landlord fills the air and your groan in frustration.

The cold hits Jason's dick as you take him of off your mouth. "(Y/N), doll, don't leave me like this."

"Sorry, I forgot I called my landlord for the issue with the water." you say with a guilty smile, however, seeing you kiss the tip of his cock doesn't make Jason feel any better.

"Are you busy, (y/n)? I can come another time" your landlord suggest and Jason flashes a grin.

"Problem resolved." He says a little bit too excited as he rest his weight down on his elbows. "Now where were we?"

"Jay no." you shook your head before getting up on your feet.

"He said he can come later!"

"But that will mean another month carrying water buckets to take a shower! " Jason's mind pops up with an idea, but before he can say you cut him off." And no, I can't keep going to your house any time I have a problem, Jay!"

You can't help but giggle at his pouted lips, it's always a cute view seeing the so feared Red Hood whining over you. "You can! You know I don't have a problem with that." The way he talks so passionately falls flat once he notices that you're not going to back down.

"I didn't even got to show you how much I love you" Jason groans and just roll your eyes playfully at him. ” I want to fuck you until you’re scraming my name so the whole building will know who you belong to.”

"That reminds me that they're at the verge of causing a riot if they hear us again" you chuckle, putting aside Jason's attempts as reach up to him and leave a chaste kiss on his cheek.

"We will finish this as soon as the landlord goes. That's a promise " You wink at him before get of him to head towards the bathroom to brush your teeth quickly.

"Fucking cockblock" Jason ushes under his breath and you chuckle as you go to meet with the imapatient man at the other side of your apartment.

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cj-sparkss · 3 years

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blue butterfly -

request | Hii! Can I ask for a request, where the reader is childhood friends with eren, mikasa and armin and has been in love with eren for awhile, but she had a feeling that mikasa also had feelings for him, so she kinda ignored her feelings (reader's kinda a nonchalant and calm person so not many people are able to read her emotions?) not knowing that eren also had feelings for the reader. Then somehow Mikasa found out about reader's feelings and had a conversation with eren and *poof* some fluffy confession from eren or something.😅😅Btw i love every single one of your fanfics and I am so glad I found your account. Arigato!!❤

eren’s masterlist:

the soft breeze blows away in the background, ruffling the virescent and tattered leaves on the old bark wooded tree. the jays are chirping their famous musical songs from the sky, the golden sun shining upon the grassy field below.

“hey, look at this!” the golden-haired boy softly nudges your side with his book, bringing your attention back to him. he scoots closer to you, close enough so that you can clearly be able to see the book set in his hands. with a slender finger, he points to a certain image on the page, the paper noticeably old and worn out, slightly a yellowish-brown, the corners of the material curling up and inwards.

looking down to where his pointer finger is directing to, you see a black and white photograph of a peculiar insect. you tilt your head, as if changing your perspective would help you understand it better.

it’s... a butterfly? but this one is different. the wings almost look like they have fur, the antennas white and black, almost flawlessly painted in stripes, as if manmade.

“armin, what is this?” you lift your head to look at the boy, a puzzled expression on your face, but also a curious one, eyes pleading for him to tell you more.

armin looks at you with those bright blue orbs, eyes filled with flaming wonder and excitement, painfully happy that you want to know more about what he’s showing you. “well you see, this is the-“

“armin!”

the both of you snap your heads in the direction of the voice. walking across the grassy area are mikasa and eren, eren being the one to call out armin’s name. he’s is waving his hand, a bright toothed smile plastered on his face. mikasa is beside him, a tiny smile on her face as well.

“hey guys!” armin gleefully waves his hand at the duo, eyes gleaming in the sunlight. mikasa and eren trot closer to the both of you, taking a seat across from you and armin on the grass. eren sits back in front of you, stretching his legs out to the side, extending his arms behind him to hold himself up, while mikasa sits cross-legged in front of armin.

a soft breeze blows over you guys. eren’s gaze wanders to yours, and he smiles softly at you, turquoise orbs glowing. “hi.”

you smile back. “hi.”

“what are you looking at?” mikasa asks, curiously gazing at the thick book in armin’s hands.

“oh, this!” armin beams, setting the book down on the grass in the middle of the four of you, the page still set on the mysterious butterfly he was showing you earlier. once again, he points to the image on the page, circling it. “i was going through it earlier, and i stumbled across this page. it’s a butterfly.”

“it looks interesting.” eren points out, tilting his head to the side. you and mikasa nod your heads in agreement.

“well, that’s because it is.” armin looks up, eyes glancing over each of your faces before pointing directly at the butterfly.

“you see, it’s called palos verdes blue.” he positions his pointer finger on the wings. “it’s wings are fuzzy, they look brown when they flutter closed. but when they are open, it’s a mesmerizing shade of blue, almost silver. it’s one of the rarest butterflies in the world. unique”

“wow”, you mumble under your breath. besides the photo not being in color, you can see its beauty simply through the page.

you’ve always been a sucker for armin’s new findings, you find them almost as fascinating as he does.

“it’s beautiful.” mikasa says.

“it is.” eren seconds.

you all sit in silence, admiring the picture, and simply just the world around you.

you glance over at eren, who is now looking up into the sky. his eyes are lost in deep thought, brows furrowed together, plush pink lips slightly parted.

you look at the way the breeze slightly blows his brown hair, length ending slightly below his jawline. you look at the way his emerald orbs shine brightly in the sunlight, and how his eyes seem to remind you of the butterfly armin has described. they're both beautiful.

and you once again come to a realization, one that you have come to many times before. you’re in love with eren. and every day since you were children, you seem to fall even deeper.

you turn your head, and then what you see makes your stomach sickeningly churn. mikasa is also staring at him. and the look in her eyes — you get the same one too — you think it’s more than just a look of fondness.

you have gotten this feeling before. when you see eren and mikasa a little too close together, when you see the stolen glances from across the room that no one else noticed, you can’t help but feel… jealous?

is that it? maybe. probably. but you’ve never shown it. at least, you thought you did.

but over time, armin has seemed to notice. he noticed when you stared at eren for a little while longer than you should have, noticed how you always seemed to stumble over your words when he got too close, despite the years of friendship. noticed how you cared about him, in a way different from how normal “best friends” would care about him.

and yes. you have thought about confessing. many, many times in fact. but anytime that you would get the stomach to confess, you looked to the side, and mikasa was there. right next to him. always.

you don’t blame her. if you could, you would get close to eren as much as you could too. you just wish you were in her position, taking care of him when he got hurt, the one to fuss over him whenever something bad happened.

you’re pretty sure she loves eren too, maybe even more than you do.

so you decided to ignore your feelings. ignore the way your stomach seems to twist and turn whenever he gets a little too close to you, ignore the way your heart sped up when you two happened to touch for a few moments. ignore the way you longed to kiss his lips every time he spoke.

you assumed it was just for the best.

but mikasa on the other hand, seemed to notice the way eren would be staring at you when he thought you weren’t looking. she noticed the way he always seemed to end up next to you, trying to get as close to you as he could. the way his head always seemed to shoot up when your name was mentioned in a conversation, and the way he had a light blush on his face whenever you gave him one of your bright smiles.

she noticed the way he always seemed to be happier around you, even if it was just the subtle hints. the brighter smile on his face when you were around him, the chirpier moods when he knew he was going to see you soon.

she also saw you, the way you endlessly pined after him, subtle but not. mikasa saw it all.

and when she saw this, she was happy.

you weren’t wrong, she does love eren. but not in the particular way you think, she loved him like family. and as his family, and yours as well, mikasa wanted nothing more for you guys to be happy, together.

and so a plan was formed.

“hey armin, could i talk to you for a moment?” mikasa asks, motioning her head behind her while placing her hands against the ground to push herself up.

armin looks up from the bug he was admiring on the ground, nodding his head. “oh, uh, sure.” he pulls himself up, following after her.

you furrow your eyebrows. that seemed a little secretive, calling only him out like that.

“we’ll be right back.” mikasa says, walking away to the distance, armin trailing close behind her.

you wonder what they’re doing, but you're snapped out of your thoughts when you hear shuffling beside you, and then a body plops down on the grass next to you, taking armin’s previous spot.

“hey.”

“oh, hi eren.”

he smiles softly at you, scooting a little closer to your body. gently, he rests his head on your shoulder, leaning into your neck. “how was your day?”

you stiffen at the sudden contact. the touches, the considerate words, it hurts to be so close to him, yet he so far.

sighing, you relax again, looking down at eren and reaching to brush’s a strand of hair out of his face. “it was okay, how was yours?”

“good, now that you’re here.”

you smile. always the charmer.

he continues, “what do you think they’re talking about?”

you shrug your shoulders, eyes landing on their standing figures in the distance. “don’t know.”

“armin, we have to get them together already.” mikasa says, fidgeting with the red scarf laced around her neck.

“that’s what you wanted to talk about?” armin asks, tilting his head to the side with a quizzical look on his face. “i don’t really think we should get involved with that…” he trails off, blue eyes looking to the side.

“we have to”, she asserts. “this has been dragging on for too long. i’m tired of seeing eren mope around when they're not around.”

armin rubs the back of his neck, looking at mikasa with a hesitant gaze. “but, if we did, how would we even get them together?”

“tonight.” she takes a step closer, placing one of her hands on his shoulder. “i have a plan.”

armin raises an eyebrow. “a plan?”

mikasa nods. “all i need is for you to tell them to go to the beach a little after sunset, when the moon’s out.” she gives him a pointed look, stepping to the side. “can you do that?”

he sighs. “what exactly are you planning?”

“i’m going to get eren to confess.”

“how?”

“easy. i’m going to convince him until he complies.”

she’s being awfully brief, and armin doesn't know if he should ask more information on this so-called ‘plan’, or just do what she says.

he thinks. he wants the both of you to get together, to be happy. it’s about damn time in fact. so, if mikasa has a plan, it’s probably a good one.

he takes a breath.

“i’ll do it.”

“you’re going to confess. tonight.”

“what do you mean i’m going to confess? what are you even talking about?” eren takes a step back, a light blush dusted across his cheeks.

it’s almost dark out, the sun just about setting. eren and mikasa are by the same tree the four of you were at earlier.

“you’re going to tell them your true feelings. you have to.” she sighs, closing the distance between her and eren once again.

eren knows what she’s talking about.

he shakes his head, a frown on his face. “i don’t think now is the time to confess. i should wait until-“

“no. if you don’t tell them now, i’m going to tell them for you.”

eren panics, eyes widening in fear. “wha- mikasa, you can't do that!”

“watch me.” her voice is strong, not faltering, not a single trace of a joke within. she’s being serious.

he sighs, “but… what if they don’t feel the same way? we’ve been best friends for years, and this might ruin everythi-“

“eren.” mikasa places her arms on his shoulders, looking him straight in the eye. “you shouldn’t be worrying about that. here… we never know when our last breath is going to be. don’t waste your time on the what if’s. just do it.”

he looks back at her, registering her words in his brain. she’s right. he can’t waste more time. he shouldn’t. he loves you now.

“how should i do it?”

“just say what you're truly feeling. as long as you can do that, you’re fine.”

eren takes a breath, softly placing his hands on her wrists, removing her hands from his shoulders. “when?”

“when it’s dark out, at the beach. they’ll be there.” she gives him a small smile. that was easier than she thought. “good luck.”

you’re walking through the beach, feet touching the fine-grained sand. you gaze around, admiring the cerulean waves splashing quietly in the distance, the moon glowing from above in the sky. your mind wanders, and you wonder why armin had told you to come here tonight. he was being vague, and you don’t know what’s going on.

stopping right in front of the water, you admire its beauty. the way the moon lights up the area, providing a dim source of light. how the stars are spread across the dark dome, white specs shining from above. you think back to the butterfly that armin was talking about. “palos verdes blue…”

eren approaches the beach, and there you are, right in front of him. your back is turned to him, your front side facing the water. you seem to be heavily focused on the water, lost deep inside your own head.

he takes a deep breath, his nerves beginning to rack over him. he thinks back to the years you both have spent together.

he doesn't recall any memories of you hinting that you might love him as more than just family. and if you did, he didn’t catch it.

he sure does hope like hell though, that you might love him back. even if it’s just in the slightest.

mustering up his remaining courage, he begins to walk over to you.

you fail to hear the footsteps approaching you, still stuck in your thoughts. you don’t notice anything until eren is right next to you, standing tall as the wind blows his hair.

“hey.”

you turn to look at him, his gaze already set on you.

you’re confused. why did armin tell you to come here tonight? and why is eren here?

“hi eren.” you greet, a little skeptical. you turn so that you’re now facing him.

silently, you stare at his features, secretly admiring him. you look into his bright and bold turquoise eyes, still intense as ever. maybe even more this particular night. the dim moonlight is highlighting his skin, his soft brown hair shining.

you desperately fought the urge to reach out your hand and put them in his hair, to tangle your fingers in his locks, as you’ve always wanted to do.

eren stared back at you through thick eyelashes, heart hammering in his chest, he’s almost sure you could hear it.

he’s scared. scared that you might not feel the same way. scared to see your reaction to what is about to be his confession. but mikasa was right, he has to do it now.

at this point, he’s certain his heart is going to beat out of his chest, but he has to take the chance.

you smile, tilting your head in confusion. “eren? what are you doing he-”

“i’m in love with you.”

eren interrupts you in the middle of your sentence, greatly surprising you. you did a double-take.

did you hear that correctly? did he say that he’s in love with you? your brain is on fire, trying to decide if you heard those last words right.

“... what?”

he takes a step closer to you, closing most of the space between your bodies. he studies your facial expressions carefully, trying to decipher your reaction.

“i’m in love with you. i have been for a while.” he pauses, taking another breath, emerald orbs never leaving your face. “since we were children, i’ve always admired you. how you’re always there for everyone, how you never hesitate to help someone, even if you need help yourself.”

you aren’t even aware that you left your mouth wide open, and eren takes your silence as a cue to continue on.

‘just say what you’re truly feeling’ mikasa’s words ring around in his head. here goes nothing.

“your beautiful. so damn beautiful. amazing, kind. funny, smart. you have always been there for me, since i could remember. you never left my side. and you don’t know how happy i am to have you stand by me. you make me so happy. everyday. you make me smile, you make me laugh, you make me feel good about myself. you’re all i ever think about.”

wow. you don’t know what to feel.

all this time, you’ve been thinking that eren didn’t love you in the way you loved him. but he did.

“but, what about mikasa? is there really nothing going on between you two?” you look down, staring at your feet.

“look at me.” eren steps closer to you, placing his hand underneath your chin, gently bringing your face up to look at his. “remember the butterfly armin was talking about?”

you nod your head.

“well, it reminds me of you. unique...”, he lowers his head.

“special…” his voice is down to a quiet whisper now, only to be heard by your ears. he brings his head down, the tip of his nose coming in contact with yours while his gaze moves down to your lips for a brief moment, before returning to your eyes. he’s so close to you now, his body heat radiating off of him, surrounding you in warmth. he continues. “beautiful…”

his hot breath fans over your lips, as you look up at him with wide eyes, lips parted in anticipation. eren places one large hand on the side of your face, cupping your cheek. “can i?” he asks quietly.

still unable to form any coherent words, you give a small nod, and eren takes notice of the action.

without wasting a second, his plush lips connect to yours. his lips are sweet against yours, tasting and savoring every touch. after the initial shock wears off, you melt into the kiss, fluttering your eyes closed. he tilts his head to the side, deepening it.

after years of just imagining what your lips taste like, eren finally got to feel them against his form himself.

happy, he smiles into the kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling your body flush against his.

this is nice.

after a few moments, you pull away to catch your breath, chest slightly rising up and down.

eren’s thankful that it’s dark out, or else you would have been able to see the intense blush on his cheeks.

he rests his forehead against yours, a lazy smile plasters on his face. “nothing is going on between mikasa and i.” he places a soft kiss on your lips once more. “i love you. always have, always will.”

beaming, you tackle eren in an eager hug, resting your head against his chest. you can feel his heartbeat, beating erratically against your face.

the only thing you can hear is the faint splashes in the background, water bumping against the shore.

“i’m in love with you too, eren.”

and in that moment, it’s only the two of you against the world.

“do you think it worked?” armin asks mikasa, bright blue eyes looking at her with wonder.

mikasa nods, a small smile planted on her face.

“i know it did.”

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ruzek-halstead · 3 years

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when did i first know? (i always knew)

pairing: jay halstead x hailey upton

prompt: "relax, getting stabbed doesn't even hurt that bad. it's kinda like getting punched really hard.” - "when did you get stabbed?"

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when hailey rushes through the emergency doors, her heart is pounding wildly in her chest. she wasn't given much information, just a quick call from adam saying jay was being taken to the hospital. then hailey heard adam barking something at the paramedics and he hung up without waiting for hailey to say anything. she honestly could've murdered him in that moment.

hailey spots will exiting one of the medical bays and tries to slow her pace as she crosses the emergency room to meet him. will catches her eyes and sighs, a grin falling to his lips. "he's fine," he says immediately to ease her worries. hailey's shoulders fall. "you can see him, it's just this room right here. he'll probably be discharged later today." "thanks will," hailey says, shooting him a grateful smile. he rubs her shoulder before walking off. hailey slips behind the glass doors, spotting jay sitting up in his hospital bed. adam is standing on the opposite end of the room, holding a trashcan, as jay concentrates on throwing his empty jello cup into the trashcan. hailey blinks. "what the hell am i looking at?" "oh, hey hails!" adam greets, glancing back at jay as he makes the shot. he lets out a loud, rowdy cheer. "knew you could do it, bro." hailey is still confused as hell. jay looks, for all intents and purposes, absolutely fine. he has an iv attached to his hand, the rest of the necessary wires to attach to the machines, but hailey doesn't spot any injuries - no bandages, no blood, no nothing. "hey babe," jay greets, shooting her a toothy grin. adam checks his phone quickly, frowning. "i have to go back in," he says, stopping by jay's bed to touch knuckles with him. "i have a ton of paperwork to do now, because of you." jay sends him a lazy grin. "better you than me." "yeah, yeah," adam grumbles, turning to leave. "see you hails!" he says as he passes her by. hailey grabs his elbow and leans in quick to whisper in a deadly calm tone, "i swear to god if you ever hang up on me after saying something like that again, i'll shave your beard off in your sleep." adam lets out a low gasp, but his lips curl into a wolfish smirk. "god, why did i ever let you go?" he drawls in a sarcastic lilt. "shut up," hailey mutters and literally pushes him out the door, closing it behind him. now it's just her and jay, and she still has no idea how the hell he injured himself. "what the hell happened?" hailey asks in confusion, propping herself in a chair at his side. jay automatically reaches for her, pulling her to sit on the bed with him instead. "you look... fine?" jay chuckles, eyes mischievous, as if he's hiding something. "and i am fine. adam didn't have to call an ambulance and will should really let me out now." at a closer vantage point, hailey sees the faint blooming of a bruise along jay's jaw and her hand presses against it. jay winces. "yeah, you're totally fine." but really, hailey shouldn't be surprised he's itching to get out of the hospital. she, more than anyone knows how much he hates them, and god knows she hates when jay's in them even more. and also, she still doesn't understand why they would call an ambulance if it was a scuffle that left him with a bruised jaw. determinately, hailey searches his body for other injuries, because there is absolutely no way this is it. jay could be bleeding out and he'd still refuse a hospital. hailey immediately spots his wince as she presses near his ribs. "i might have a few bruised ribs," he offers weakly, attempting a charming smile. hailey rolls her eyes. "good god jay, why do you always go for the big ones?" "uh - have you seen my muscles?" hailey rolls her eyes again. "relax, the ribs didn't even hurt that bad - it was only a few punches," he explains, though hailey really doesn't want to hear about her boyfriend getting his ass handed to him (she'll mention it to him when he's all healed so it can annoy the hell out of him). "honestly, it felt about the same as getting stabbed." hailey pauses, the fingers that are running softly through his hair stop their trepidations. her blue eyes snap to his emerald ones, and she's positive her left eye is twitching. "when the hell did you get stabbed?" jay's mouth drops to an 'o', having the decency to look the least bit apologetic. "did i forget to mention that?" he replies, flipping the hospital blanket off his right thigh where a thick bandage has been fastened. "oh my god," hailey mumbles, suddenly feeling the urge to laugh. so, she does. "you're impossible." "adam used the word invincible, which i prefer," jay sasses, lips shifting into a smirk. hailey wants to smack it off his face; he really shouldn't be excited about all the injuries he's sustained. hailey feels the need to knock him down a peg; this could have ended horribly and he needs to be a little more aware of that. "i hope you two had your body cams on," she starts, earning a curious look from jay, "because i'm sure they'll show this at the academy in what not to do." jay immediately frowns. "you can't talk. you don't have nearly as many battle scars as i do." "yeah," she agrees softly, "thankfully." jay's eyes instantly soften as well, gaze trained on the anxious way she's biting her lip. "yeah, thankfully," he agrees, grabbing her hand in his and stroking it with his thumb. "let's keep it that way, yeah?" "are you going to do the same?" she asks in retaliation, eyebrow raised. a sheepish smile makes it way to his lips. "i'm trying, i swear. today was just weird. i'm telling you, this guy was massive and he was definitely high on something." "okay," hailey concedes. jay's hand crawls up to cup her cheek, pulling her closer. he's about to press his lips to hers when hailey snaps back, finger pointed up in anger. "also, if adam ever calls to tell me you're being taken to the hospital and then hangs up, i'm murdering both of you, okay?" jay chuckles, pulling her back nice and close. "yeah, got it. can i kiss you now?" "well, i guess. if it'll make you feel better."

p.s. title from black and white by niall horan bc i fucking love that song and the lyrics are the damn sweetest. okkkk hope you enjoyed!!!

tagging a few lovelies: @haileyyanneupton @detective-buttercup @lissethsrojas @justanotheronechicagofan

#chicago pd #cpd #one chicago #upstead #jay halstead #hailey upton #jay x hailey #hailey x jay #upstead fic #upstead fics #upstead prompt #fics #can you tell i love writing adam #bc i do #very much

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royalsunshinehotel · 3 years

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hiii Omgg I love your fics and I was thinking maybe a jay fic where he gets kinda drunk and flirty when they are traveling together 🥰

Anonymous asked: Jay in 21, pleaseeee? ⊙﹏⊙

Anonymous asked: Hello. May I make two suggestions with the spicy prompts you just reblogged? Both, either, neither, just thought I'd put them out there. :)

Jay: 42, 55, 89

David: 2, 27, 46, 58

Thanks, love!!

IN THE CLEAR (Jay Menha x f!reader, 18+)

A/N: I’ve combined two requests here. This is gonna be part 1 to my other fic “in the clear”, hope you all enjoy it. I tried to make the Jay x YN seem a bit confused and buzzed as they’ve both been having weed + alcohol. Dialogue by @hecuba-of-troy

You got what you wanted. All of that stress, the travel the two of you had been through together, had put you and “Jay” on the balcony of some hotel. You weren’t entirely sure where you were in the world, but it didn’t matter.

The evening was cooler than it had been, a sign of autumn creeping in. The two of you were alone, bathed in neon light, with almost two bottles of wine gone in a comfortable silence. Your world is blue and gold, courtesy of a hotel sign across the way. Hours had passed of sitting, smoking, and staring. You’d been talking about nothing and he’d been listening. It felt as if the more weed and alcohol Jay had, the more he allowed you to see him. Sometimes, when you were in the middle of explaining a stupid story from college, his eyes would warm and you would think for a moment that he was smiling. Of course, it was dark, you could barely tell where he was past the smoke and the blinking signs. But the conversation reached a pause, and in typical Jay fashion, he took it above himself to sit and stare in silence, tall form practically falling out of the tiny metal chairs that the hotel kept on the balcony. He seemed softer tonight, but you wouldn’t fully understand why until later.

“Hi.” Your words carry softly over a cool breeze, prompting Jay to grip his chair tighter to avoid falling onto the ground.

“Hello.” Jay winces at the sound of his voice. This is why he didn’t drink. When he drinks, he talks. He talks too much.

You only give a small smile, and stand to lean on the railing of the balcony. Your hair caught in the updraft and it was as if Jay forgot how to breathe. You glance away, taking a hit from your joint. Jay’s relaxed, seeming to slump further down in his chair. You could sit on his lap if you wanted. But you remove your eyes carefully before the urge overtakes you.

You weren’t going to get flustered tonight, you’d had far too much alcohol for that.

Jay on the other hand … was thinking too hard, and getting himself flustered. He tried to hide it, but his cheeks were warm. You could probably feel them even from where you were sitting.

Against Jay’s well-honed better judgment, he gets up slowly to stand by you, leaning over the railing, looking up at a vibrant blue-black sky.

He likes standing next to you.

“Your eyes must drive men crazy.” He said, low, monotone. Jay couldn’t help but shiver. He hates speaking, he hates when he doesn’t know what he’s saying. But, if the neon had been a little bit brighter, he would have seen the pinpricks his words sent up your arms. “I don’t know,” you breathed, your heart started to pound in your ears, “do they drive you crazy?” Jay moved his eyes to the ground, his face prickled with heat. He was drunk, he shouldn’t have said anything. He shot himself in the foot and there would be no recovery. He knew what he wanted to tell you, he knew he shouldn’t say it, but he said it anyway. “Maybe you drive me crazy.” Shit. “That’s the goal.” You reply, trying to seem calm and smooth, but failing. Jay was a little too high off your words to care. Either a heartbeat or an hour passes. ‘Oh,’ Jay thinks. Maybe what kept him up at night wasn’t such a far-off wish.

You breathe, almost in unison, and the space between you seems to close. Jay deliberately places large, warm hands on the small of your back.

You gasp at the new contact. Jay hears you.

There’s a moment where you think maybe…maybe he might just tilt your chin up and …

But he doesn’t. That doesn’t stop your heart from raging in your ears as Jay, the strange, protector, leans his head down, and carefully rests his face on your neck.

It wasn’t a kiss, but it was something.

He breathes you in, and you let him. In your travels together, you had known Jay to be reserved, polite, and respectful. You’d never seen him so much as breathe near alcohol, or a bar until tonight.

The neon was bright, and so was the moon. What made tonight different?

But that train of thought was a ploy to get yourself to stop thinking about how good his beard, his breath, his everything felt so close to you.

You faintly feel Jay hum into your neck, dragging soft whiskers across your exposed neck. His hands rested on the small of your back, and he was wrapped around you, tightening his grip, almost acting as your jacket.

He must be drunk. It’s a shame. If he wasn’t you’d eat him alive. You let your mind roam to the ever-growing list of things you’d do to Jay should the occasion ever arise. Every day it seemed to grow tenfold. In your mind, he’d like it.

Maybe it was the fact that you were probably drunk, but you’d push him down and put him in your mouth that instant. You’d wanted to for weeks now, and maybe this was a sign you could ask. Maybe the tides would turn and you could fight for what you wanted. Or better yet- there wouldn’t be a need to fight. The both of you could just be.

Jay, on the other hand, sighed into your neck, enjoying the pinpricks appearing on your skin. He could stay like this forever.

He should ask if you felt the same way too.

Jay let his mind wander to a better world. There’s a version of your shared life where things are kinder and softer. There’s a version of your shared world where he can fall into you and never climb out. Where he can be yours and let you crush him as you see fit. He wouldn’t mind at all.

But whatever it was that kept drawing the two of you close together like this … was ruined by the slamming of car doors on the street below.

The police were coming.

You were so close to him that it hurt.

Maybe it was the worst possible time. Maybe he shouldn’t have dragged you into the closet to hide from hotel security. But the total timespan you had your hands on each other had to be less than five minutes

You reached up. You kissed him. On purpose. At the worst possible time. Jay felt nothing after three months of traveling together. So what?

You turn your face from the desert over to Jay.

Jay.

He’d become your rock, your partner, in three months. You forgot what life was like before you knew him, and you didn’t mind that in the slightest.

He’s seething in the driver’s seat as the two of you tear off into the dark. He’s pissed off, but in a way, only you could tell. Upset. It’s as quiet as usual, but it’s too quiet. An angry quiet. It had to be angry right?

What did he have to be angry about? He kissed you back! He let his hands wander, the same as yours.

He wanted the same thing you did, and now he was sulking. Jay’s the one who pulled away, and he dared to pout about it.

Fucking men. It’s not fair.

You stare at your feet, blue sandals barely on your feet from how he’d practically carried you to the car. He didn’t need to do that. Why did he do that?

“Why did you stop?” You ask, voice flat. If he’s mad, you could be just as mad.

“Stop what?” He tries to voice even. If he wasn’t driving, you were angry enough to slap him.

You shoot him a look that he can feel, even if he doesn’t see it.

“Alright, yes, we’re being chased.”

“They’re three days behind us at least, you didn’t have to stop.” You hate how small your voice sounds, but having Jay’s hands on you felt so good. Life had been difficult, but the one thing that made sense was him.

Jay wasn’t the type to do something just because he could. But he says nothing.

“I guess I’ll just get off all by myself.” You spit, irrational rage bubbling up in your stomach. How dare he? You’re calm and collected, you don’t let men make you act like this. You were prepared to ride your hand in the passenger seat because he worked you up and didn’t finish what he started. It was unlike him, you both knew it.

“Please,” Jay begs,” we need to focus.”

You squint at him as you dip your hands into your jeans, but you pause your hand.

How dare he?

“Are you smiling?” You asked, voice cracking, perplexed. He is.

Irrational rage takes hold of your hands as you reach over and pinch his muscular arm. He barely reacts.

“Just pull the car over!” You make your voice as hard as you can, but it’s too needy. You need him, you need him, you need him.

You’ve noticed Jay doesn’t react to external stressors immediately. It’s a good skill to have in this line of work, but good god you were a balloon that was slowly filled with hot angry air. There are two minutes where Jay decides on paying more attention to you or driving the car when it swerves into the dirt off the side of the road and parks.

He chose you.

“Get out,” he said sharply, face as even as ever. He doesn’t let anything slip, even for you. You might even be scared if it wasn’t Jay, the guy you knew nothing about, but you knew wouldn’t hurt you.

You don’t move.

Jay gets out of the driver’s side and swiftly comes around to open the door. You unclick your belt, the balloon of hot air slowly being deflated. What was left was something that sent pinpricks up your spine.

But you slide out of your seat and stand too close to each other. It’s about a half minute of silence before Jay leans down, putting his hands on your lower back, directing you slowly towards the hood of the car.

You look up at him as he smiles lightly, eyes almost light in the dark. You gasp as he sits you down on the cold metal hood.

“Well, since you want to cum so badly,” Jay pressed a large hand between your legs as heat crept up your cheeks, “why don’t we see how many times I can make you cum right now.”

Against your wishes, you let out a squeak, as Jay took a fistful of your hair and pulled you into a searing kiss.

He’s just as soft as before, and just as overwhelming.

You let his tongue explore your mouth and his hands wander all over your body. Jay’s hands were making your skin burn, the perfect remedy to sitting on the cold vehicle.

There’s thunder in the distance. You always liked the desert, but you love the desert now.

“You want me?” Jay asks, pushing his hair away from his face as he pulls back, sharp nose resting on your neck.

“Yes.”

“Spread ‘em.” He tells you, in a deep tone sending a shock through you, “I’m gonna get you ready for me, but I’m not going to be nice.”

“That’s okay.” You all but whisper, letting his hands wander to your stomach and push you back over the hood. You let out a shaky breath at how cold the hood is, but somehow it’s alright.

You close your eyes as Jay’s long fingers go to your jeans and pull them off slowly. You could scream at how careful he was being, rolling your jeans down, shaking them out, and folding them over the open car door.

So much for not being nice. He didn’t need to be careful with you, and yet he was.

You arch your back as a cool breeze hits the two of you. Jay dips his head down between your legs and inhales, pulling your underwear to the side. He gasps softly.

“Fuck.” He rumbles into your soft inner thigh, letting you dramatically squirm as he tugs gently with his teeth.

Jay’s hand grazes over your damp pussy as you let out a strangled sob.

“About to fuck yourself while I’m driving,” he rumbles into your legs, grabbing your ankle as you kick the air, “desperate for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” You let him hook your legs over his shoulders, taking in his hot breath on the exhales onto the most exposed part of you.

“Good,” and without further ado, he takes you into his mouth like he’d been wanting to do since he’d met you.

He doesn’t give you a moment to focus on any one sensation, alternating attention from your clit, to lapping at your juices, to reaching a hand up and lightly squeezing at your chest.

You’re a mess in seconds, twisted, sobbing underneath his attention. He brings his hand back down around your thigh to pinch your clit, making you buck your hips further into his mouth.

He could keep you in his mouth forever if he was being honest. Jay made an extra effort to scratch your sensitive thighs with his beard, you seemed to like that.

You unravel in another minute, relishing how your body goes rigid, and then melts in his mouth, just like he wanted.

You focus on breathing a moment, letting your heartbeat calm, before looking down at two neutral dark eyes, and a glistening beard.

Fuck.

“Enough?” He asks, leaning into your hand as you brush the side of his face. You almost laugh.

“More. I want more.” He said he wasn’t going to be nice, why was he being nice?

So he suddenly gives you a finger, watching your back arch as you try to get closer to his hand. His fingers were so long, you’d thought about this for months.

“Jay, more please.” More. More. More. He had to give you more.

“You want another?”

“Y-yes.” And he gives you two, wondering how it felt to be god looking down on two near-strangers fucking in the desert.

“Need to stretch you out for me, Jannu.” He says, words seeming fuzzy as he picked up the pace, to fuck you with his long fingers. He curls, he scissors, and when your vision goes white, he bends back down and drinks the reward of his vicious pace, scraping out all that he can.

The slurping, the sucking, the scratch of his beard had your mind cleared, and that didn’t bother you at all. How nice it was to be a toy for someone you knew you could trust.

“B-baby.” You struggle to find the words to let him know how good you feel, but Jay moans. He’d been eerily quiet and he moaned when you called him baby. Huh.

“You like when I call you baby?” You ask, softly, tugging on Jay’s hair as he gently runs his beard along the inside of your thigh.

“Yes.” He hums. You smile. Ask. Ask. Ask. Beg if you have to.

“I need your cock.”

“Say please.” You should have seen that coming.

“Please baby,” you plead, eyes glazed over, trying to find him, ”I n-need your c-cock.”

You reach down and take a grip on the shoulder of his green t-shirt, pulling as hard as your arms can manage.

“Off.” It’s the only word you can manage, and he lets you pull the soft shirt over his head, your mouth going dry when you see all of him.

He takes you by the jaw, and as if you had the same thought, Jay spits onto your extended tongue. You make a show of swallowing it eagerly, hopefully enough to make him realize what you are capable of.

You can give as good as you get and he needs to know.

But he doesn’t linger, he just takes a harsh grip on your hips and pulls your legs apart once more. Jay rubbed a long, warm finger over your glistening pussy, thinking for a moment. You’re not sure what about, but you’re losing patience.

As if he answered your question directly, he dips his head between your legs and spits directly onto your throbbing, abused heat. You’re stunned. You let out a mewl and try to writhe away, but he doesn’t let you up, one hand on your hip, the other over you, rubbing his saliva in.

“Like I said, I’m not going to be nice.”

“And I said that’s okay.” Jay bites back a groan at your words. You’re sweet and doe-eyed sitting there staring at him, waiting. You’re soft, even if you don’t want to be.

He wants to sink his teeth into you. Jay wants to eat you alive.

So he does.

Jay moves slowly, deliberately, as if he were going to startle you, but he takes both of your hands and puts them on his waistband. A few tugs later and he’s free.

Holy fuck.

“It won’t fit!” You take him in your hand, tracing your thumb over a large vein. Jay’s eyes are half-closed trying to keep some control. He could be inside you by now, but he’s not gonna break until you want him to.

“I’ll make it fit,” Jay replies as he grabs your wrist.

With a dazed smile, you let him take you.

Jay pushes you back against the hood of the car, your wrists held tightly above your head, mouth on Jay’s as he catches your squeak of pain, and holds you as you squirm under his blunt pressure.

He tugs on your bottom lip with his teeth, knowing well that he needs to distract you while you adjust. You were so fucking tight, he thought he might die, but it was only a minute. He can wait one more minute. He’s going to stretch you out, he’s going to make you forget everyone who came before him. He can wait.

You look lovely staring up at the stars.

Jay pulls back from your mouth a moment, eyes wide. His heart is beating out of his chest, and he looks at your sweet little face, stunned. He lets your wrists go, and you instantly grip his arms, as if you were going to float away.

“Jannu, are you with me?” He asks, softly, almost gently.

“Move,” you gasp, hitting his broad shoulder, “F-fuck Jay, please, please.” And he does, slowly rolling his hips, watching you carefully, trying to enjoy the tears collecting at the corner of your eyes.

You claw at his back, losing your mind, and he’s loving every second of it.

He leans down to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue, arms wrapping tightly around you, as Jay sets a merciless pace.

If this had been anywhere else, you might have thought to at least try to be quiet, but it's’ the middle of the desert. You’re throwing your head back, sinking your nails into Jay’s back, like it was the only thing you would ever be good for. You wouldn’t mind if it was.

Your vision fills with stars as with every roll of his hips, your breath is stolen, and your spine is being set on fire before it’s too much.

You’re baring down around him soon, letting him explore your mouth however he wants. He catches every “Please, Jay please,” he can, and enjoys every second of it until his hips stutter against yours.

You vaguely feel teeth sink into your shoulder, as you clench around him again.

Jay gets a few more harsh thrusts in as your body goes slack underneath him. The filthy squelching sounds of the two of you, with your sweet gasps. Jay swears it’s music.

You shake as Jay pulls back to watch you, trembling, completely torn apart. Your hair is a mess, your body aching, and beautiful. He did that. Only he can do this to you.

Jay took this opportunity to take your chest in his hands and give each breast a sweet kiss, only to watch you squirm at his beard. You were so weak and exposed, the same as him.

Your eyes are screwed shut as you slowly relax your grip on his broad shoulders. Jay lets out a soft sigh into your neck. The liquid heat is leaking down your legs, you don’t mind at all.

The air is heavy and nothing hurts.

“If we can get to New Delhi, we should be in the clear.” He pants, breath tickling your exposed chest. He’s softer now, draped over you like a blanket. You didn’t ask. You know that he’s got a plan. Even if it never seems to work, at least he has one.

“It’s going to be alright.” He tries, and you tighten your legs around his waist.

“I know.” You breathe, letting yourself exhale as the rain begins to start. He carefully puts you back in your seat and begins to drive again.

#jay menha #jay x reader #sanjay menha #the wedding guest #the wedding guest 2018 #dev patel #dev patel imagine

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