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maliby · 5 years ago

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Ride ~ jjk (m)

↬ Pairing: Jungkook x Fem. Reader ↬ Story Genre: stripper!au, SMUT, PWP ↬ Warnings: explicit language, explicit sex scenes ↬ Word count: 5.2K ↬ Summary: It all started with Jungkook inviting you for his new performance tonight. It all ended with you and Jungkook fucking like rabbits in the back room.

A/N: THIS is what Jeon Jungkook makes me do. I was in the middle of writing a new chapter for When the Night Comes and I just could stop my urges to destroy him in that fucking outfit. Anyways....hope all my fellow hoes enjoy <3

P.S.- If you want that extra umph in the strip scene, please listen to the song “Usher - Trading Places”, I promise you it’s double worth it ;)

You looked at the text message Jungkook had sent you as you were on your Uber to ‘The G Spot’. A wicked grin spread on your face as you felt your excitement grow with the thought of his performance.

You first met Jungkook when you were out drowning your sorrows in vodka. Your boyfriend of five years had dumped you because you spent too much time at your new job and you ended up spending the night in Jungkook’s bed.

That night he told you he was a male performer of some sorts that went by the stage name ‘Rider’ at the famous ‘G Spot’ club. He’d do some sexy performances on stage (most of the time they were themed) but, some times, he’d also work as a gigolo. Clients would pay to take him to one of the back rooms and, if he was interested in the client and/or the money they were offering, he’d have sex with them. Since then, you’d become a pretty regular customer of the club and Jungkook.

“We’re here miss,” the Uber driver mentioned, interrupting your thoughts.

“Thank you.” You left the car and looked up at the big purple neon sign saying ‘The G Spot’. You took out your purse to retrieve your membership card and walked right in, immediately showing it to the bouncer that then confirmed your identity.

“Y/N!” The familiar voice of the owner Maria greeted you as soon as you entered. “Rider mentioned you’d be popping by,” she smirked.

“Hi, honey!” You gave her a quick hug and followed her to the bar, watching her start working on your usual vodka cranberry. “Sugar told me he had a very special performance and wanted me to watch.”

“And you couldn’t miss it,” she teased as she slid you the glass with your drink.

“Well, you’ve seen him,” you took a sip and hummed, signalling that you liked the taste of the drink.

“Oh, believe me, if I wasn’t his boss I’d definitely give him something to ride if you know what I mean,” you choked at her confession, sharing a good laugh with her.

“Right sweety, you better go sit, the show’s about to start.”

“Yeah, I don’t want to lose my spot. When is he coming on?”

“First Black Magic is gonna take the stage and Rider will be right after him,” Maria told you as she cleaned the balcony of the bar.

The news came as a surprise to you. Usually, Jungkook would close the show since he was one of, if not the best, performers in the club. The news was especially weird since he said he had a new routine and normally when that happened he would always close the show.

“He’s second?!” The look of surprise on your face probably came as no surprise to Maria. In fact, you were sure it didn’t due to her expression of understanding.

“Yeah, I don’t know why either. He begged me to be second and usually, I’m really particular about the show but since it was him I accepted. That and V Jay and RoMeo have a special number prepared for tonight, so I let them be last.”

“Weird…” You both stood in silence for a few seconds before you remembered you had to go get your seat before someone else did. “Well, I’m gonna take a sit.” You pointed to the chairs and booths and gave her a small smile.

“Go, go, honey. Enjoy the show!” She waved you goodbye before she turned to get a customer’s order.

You sat down right at the front - as Jungkook had instructed - and waited for a few minutes while you sipped on your drink.

About ten minutes later the show started. You had watched Black Magic perform before and even though he wasn’t as good as the other guys (seeing that he was quite new to this) he still managed to get you all hot and bothered.

Tonight he was doing his ‘Anaconda’ performance. He walked in dressed as a zookeeper with a fake anaconda on his shoulders and once his Anaconda remix commenced playing he started to slide the fake snake all over his body. Then he began to undress, revealing his delicious oily chocolate abs and climbed off the stage making his way to you. He put the fake snake around your neck and pulled you towards him so your face was right in his abs.

“Lick,” he ordered in a low raspy voice, getting you all hot and bothered.

You obliged.

You licked him from the hem of his shorts up to his pecks, the crowd around you going wild. He tasted coconutty, and you were pretty sure he had spread coconut oil on his body before the show.

After making the rounds to a few more girls Black Magic went back on stage and that’s when he took his shorts off, standing in just his g-string and showing off the outline of the ‘Anaconda’ between his legs.

Soon, he started humping everything on stage, simulating sex in such an erotic way that had all the people in the audience in a complete trance.

He was good. You had to give him that, but he was not Rider. Rider could completely destroy you just with his eyes. Just those feral looks he gave were more than enough to make you hump the fucking chair.

You completely spaced out thinking about Rider and when you came back to it everyone was clapping, making you realize that Black Magic had finished his performance. When your eyes focused on the performer he was already leaving the stage, taking his money and clothes with him.

You called for the waiter and pointed to your empty glass, signalling him that you’d like another vodka cranberry - you needed to feel the buzz of the alcohol if you ever were planning on surviving Rider’s performance tonight.

The drink came and you immediately drank half of it, feeling the build-up of anticipation. You didn’t know why but you were starting to get nervous, your leg bouncing up and down. You decided you’d go check Instagram as you waited, but as soon as you opened the app the lights turned down and focused on one spot on the curtains.

“Ladies and gentleman, are you ready to have the ride of your life?” You chuckled at the announcer’s silly pun. The audience around you rilled up, already deciphering from his pun who was coming up next. Rider sure was a fan favourite.

“Then I want to hear you scream loud and clear for Rideeeeer!”

The crowd went wild, but not as wild as your beating heart. Something about this performance was telling you you were about to be in for a crazy ride and when the song “Trading Places” by Usher started playing you knew you were absolutely right.

When Rider opened up the curtain and came onto the stage your jaw dropped. He was wearing a loose leopard print shirt that had a ‘v-cut’ so low you could see part of his defined chest and abs. On top of that, he was wearing a loose flowy red robe with black details that matched the colour of his pants, the latter ones though, being so tight you could see every little detail of his meaty thighs. His hair was loosely sleeked back, a stray piece of hair dangling right in front of his killer eyes.

“Fuck,” you muttered as you took in the view.

Rider was handsome, there was never any doubt in that, but this fucking outfit? You were damn sure every single pussy in this place was wet just by staring at him.

Hey, I know what you’ used to We gon’ do something different tonight

Rider started walking to the centre of the stage as if he was a tiger ready to pounce. The lethal look on his eyes made you think of all the times he looked at you like that, like he was about to fucking devour you - which he did.

Now we gonna do this thing a lil' different tonight You gon' come over and pick me up in your ride

He spread his legs almost in a squat position, emphasizing his thick thighs, and ran his hand from his chest all the way down to his crotch. He grabbed his crotch and looked straight at the audience, making a ‘come here’ sign with his other hand - the crowd went wild.

After this, he gave a little twirl and slid half of his dark red robe off (letting it stay in the middle of his arms) and started body rolling. Your throat got dry, making you swallow your own saliva.

Nobody body rolled like him. He was so fluid and sharp at the same time. The combination of his sinful body movements and his facial expressions being the added bonus. You could swear he could make anyone want him - you sure did.

Then everything stopped for you. He looked you right in the eyes and, at that same instant, you felt a wave of arousal slid past your folds and straight to your panties.

He smirked.

He knew the power he had over you. He knew he had you wrapped around his finger and all he had to do was to say when and where.

Then, he started to seductively walk towards the stairs - he was coming down to the audience.

He kept looking straight at you as he made his way down the stairs and you felt your heartbeat rise - he was coming in your direction.

You started to smile like an idiot until he walked right past you and went to the table right next to yours. The group of five friends on a bachelorette party went ecstatic (as you would) while you on the other hand felt nothing but annoyance. He was toying with you. Teasing was Rider’s favourite game, a game which he would often play with you and it drove you absolutely mad.

He made his way to the bride and practically straddled her, taking in her hands and making her feel his defined abs as he body rolled.

I'm always on the top tonight I'm on the bottom Cause we trading places When I can’t take no more, tell me you ain't stopping 'Cause we trading places

You shouldn’t be jealous, this was his job and you two had by no means a serious relationship but you hated the way he was toying with you. You also hated that your jealousy was exactly what he wanted.

Fucking Jeon Jungkook.

The bride’s screams got even louder as Rider got off of her and spread her legs. He supported himself on the chair’s arms and started to simulate sex with her, thrusting his hips towards her crotch.

Gon' get it, get it get it, get it get it, Gon' get it, get it get it, get it get it, Gon' get it, get it get it, get it get it.

Then, Rider got off from her and turned around, looking straight at you. Your heart jumped once more. He made his way towards you and this time he stopped right in front of you with a devious smile on his face. He straddled you, just like he did the girl before you and grabbed your hand, only this time he pulled his leopard shirt from underneath his pants and placed your hand on his bare skin.

You had felt up his abs a million times before, but the action never failed to make you all hot and bothered. His abs were a perfect six-pack, like a chocolate bar ready to be eaten up. You remember all the times you played with his abs as he has your fingers running up through each of his individual muscles.

One, two, three, four, five and six.

He then runs your hand lower so you could palm his hard cock.

You knew the dancers would pump up their dicks backstage so it would look extra big on stage and cause a better reaction, but by the way he was looking at you and biting his lip you couldn’t help but feel like he was horny because of you, and not some pump.

Then, he let’s go of your hand and rips his shirt wide open, now exposing all of his glossy defined muscles.

“Fuck.”

He removed his red robe and gave it a little twirl so the garment would become like a long scarf. He then softly ran the robe from your belly, straight between your cleavage and up your neck. The tingling sensation was so soft and arousing that you instantly felt your nipples perk up and the ache between your legs grow bigger, making you rub yourself on the chair.

He threw the robe onto the stage and got even closer to you, his covered crotch just centimetres away. Then, out of nowhere, and as a contrast to the soft movement of the robe, he grabs you by your hair and sharply hip thrusts to the sound of the music towards your mouth, simulating oral sex.

Gon' get it, get it get it, get it get it, Gon' get it, get it get it, get it get it, Gon' get it, get it get it, get it get it,

When you feel like you are ready to risk it all and suck him right there in front of everyone he lets go of your hair and turns around to go back on the stage. You let go of the breath you now realized were holding. This man was truly testing all your limits.

He got to stage and discarded his ruined leopard print shirt, now only having the form-fitting red pants on. He turns to the audience and mouths the line from the song: “Where you want me?”

The guitar starts playing and Usher starts moaning, and that’s when it all goes to shit. Rider does his signature move where he does a handstand and slowly comes down in a wave and starts fucking the floor.

Oh oh Oh oh You baby Give it to me baby Oh oh Oh oh

You cross your legs and can’t help but squeeze tight to alleviate the ache in your dripping core. The crowd was going wild, the screams getting louder but to you, it felt like you couldn’t even hear them; it felt like only you and Rider were there, and that he was showing off just for you.

The way in which his thrusts become more powerful, the way his veins on his muscular arms pop out, the way he imitates the moans at the same time as the vocalist’s were driving you insane and you were one step closer to just sneak your hand between your legs and play with yourself, not even caring about where you were.

After presumably making the floor pregnant, Rider changes positions and lays on his back. This time, instead of fucking the floor, he places his hands on an imaginary person on top of him and fucks the air instead, just as the song says:

You get on top tonight I'm on the bottom Cause we trading places When I can’t take no more, you say you ain't stopping 'Cause we trading places

As the instruments in the song start to quite down (signalling the ending of the song), Rider gets up and faces the audience with the most sinful grin. He teasingly pops the button of his pants and slides down the zipper, his bulgy dick expanding immediately under his white underwear. Then, he slides his hand under his underwear and shamelessly palms himself. If he wasn’t a professional who had all his angles studied, there was no way he could conceal his cock from the audience with just one hand, but he knew exactly what he was doing and you cursed him for it.

The song was about to end and you were curious about the big finish. Whatever it was, you were damn sure it would leave you gasping for air.

Sure enough, you were right.

Just as the instrumental hits its last notes, Rider gives one last teasing smirk and as he takes his dick out of its confinement the lights go out leaving, quite literally, everyone in the dark.

“Fuck,” you cursed at the show you just witnessed and the erotic sensations it brought in you.

This was why he wanted you to come so badly? To fucking tease you? That motherfucker. There was no way you could just sit there and watch. There was no fucking way you could just sit there and go back to your normal life - and you wouldn’t.

Downing the last of your drink you grabbed your purse and made your way to the owner Maria who was currently behind the bar.

When you requested the back room with Rider to Maria you were surprised to find out it had already been booked in your name - the owner smugly telling you that Rider had booked it for you.

You were pissed. Not in a bad way, but still fucking pissed.

You couldn’t help but pace around as you waited for Rider in the back room - sipping on a glass of champagne that came with the package. Your mind was racing, thinking about how he had invited you here, teased you beyond belief and booked you the back room alone with him without telling you. He knew you were going to cave, he knew you’d want a taste and it drove you fucking mad that he could manipulate you like that.

The sound of the door opening made you snap your head in its direction.

The first thing you notice is his exposed torso, Rider only wearing the red pants and robe from the performance earlier. The second was the fucking smug look on his face.

“Hey baby, did you enjoy the show?” He asked in a velvety voice after he closed the door and made his way to you to give you a kiss - you dodged. If he kissed you now, it would be game over for you, and you needed to make him suffer just like he did you.

“What the fuck was that?” You poked his chest with an accusatory finger, but he was so strong that he didn’t move.

“Just my new routine.” He pretended that he didn’t know what you were talking about, but the look on his face told a whole different story.

“Just your new routine?” You scoffed before you continued. “You tell me to come and sit in the first row. Then, you come in dressing like that,” you look down at his outfit to show what you were talking about but immediately regret it once you notice the tent in his tight pants. “You tease me like there’s no tomorrow and then you book this fucking room for me?”

“Don’t be silly Y/N, I just wanted to show you, as one of my best clients, my brand new act.” He took a brief pause before he continued again, this time in a slightly different tone, “And if I recall correctly, you weren’t the only one I teased.”

He tried to sound breezy but you saw right through his act. If he wanted to play then that was what he was going to get.

“Is that so?” You asked in a knowing tone, him just humming in response. “Well then, if I recall correctly, you weren’t the only one who teased me. Maybe I should go book a room with Black Magic instead.”

His whole expression changed. The playfulness in him was now completely gone, only a dark jealous look remaining.

He took several steps forward cornering you into a wall, excitement pooling down between your legs. “Don’t you fucking dare talk about another man.”

Any other day and you’d completely sub for him, a look from him being enough to have you on your knees but today...today you were feeling like you wanted to put up a fight. “Or what?”

He moved in closer to your ear to whisper: “Or I’ll use your pretty little pussy like my personal cum dumpster and leave you here with a creamy cunt that didn’t get the chance to orgasm.”

You tried to remain calm but your erratic breathing gave you away, making him chuckle. “You’d like that?”

When his hand touched your knee you couldn’t help but feel startled, his touch at this point turning you on beyond belief.

“You would. My little slut.” You couldn’t see his smirk, because his face was now buried in your neck, but you could definitely hear it in his voice.

“I can just imagine you fingering your creamy pussy just to get off,” his hand starts travelling up your exposed thigh and starts playing with the hem of your skirt, making you go wild. “If I close my eyes I can already see my cum overflowing and running down your perfect little asshole.” His other hand grabbed your right breast and started massaging it over your shirt, making you release a tiny little moan.

What was happening to you? He was winning. You couldn’t let him win. You had to do something now.

With the inner strength you didn’t even know you had in yourself you took a deep breath and pushed him away, your senses immediately clearing as you no longer felt his intoxicating smell so close.

He was shocked, and his shock only gave you that more strength.

“I think you’ll find that it’s actually the opposite Jungkook.” Usually, while you were with him in the club you would never call him by his real name, but this time you felt like it gave the moment a more serious tone, and you definitely wanted him to take you seriously.

“You think you’re some big shot?” You scoffed and made your way towards him, this time you being the one who backs him up against the big red leather sofa with the big red neon sign that said “Sex” just above it. You gave him one little push and he fell back, you towering over him for a change.

“You are here for me to use. I pay you, so…” you lower yourself down and sit right on top of his bulge, your skirt hoisting up. “...I’m gonna fuck you until my pussy gets its fill and then I’m gonna leave you with a hard red leaky cock that’s aching to be milked dry.”

Jungkook’s expression didn’t falter, but he didn’t say anything either, giving you the courage to continue.

You pressed your core even harder on his cock and started grinding, a tiny hiss leaving both your mouths. “I can just imagine your frustrated face, fisting your cock as you imagine it’s my cunt. Going at it so hard and fast that your lungs can barely keep up. Parting your pretty little lips to moan my name…”

Jungkook bucked his hips upwards to feel you even better, the sensation driving you absolutely mad.

You looked into each other’s eyes, tension building as you felt each other up. Your hands ran down his exposed chest as his squeezed your ass. You couldn’t help but look at his lips, those sinful lips that had made you feel extraordinary sensations so many times before - he chuckled.

“You’re cute when you try to be a dom.” He grabbed your chin and forced you to look straight into his dark lustful eyes, “are you going to fucking kiss me or do I have to beg for it?”

Feeling affected that he described your actions as “cute” you harshly slapped his hand away and grabbed him by his hair, pulling him forward so his lips could crash into yours.

The kiss was erratic. Hungry. Animalistic. Needy. Everything.

You slid his robe down his muscular biceps exposing his protruding veins and sexy tattoos and as soon as he was finished discarding the garment to the middle of the room he grabbed your white shirt by the cleavage and ripped it right open throwing the destroyed shirt to the place where his robe was.

“That shirt was expensive,” you say between breaths as he frees your mouth to kiss you down your neck.

“Fuck the shirt, I want you.” He bit a piece of skin on your chest and tugged on it with his teeth as he slid the straps of your bra down, your skin forming tiny little bumps from the sensation of his fingers running through it.

“Rider…” you moaned as his mouth got closer and closer to your breasts, your hips grinding on him harder.

“Call me Jungkook.”

“Jungkook…” you moaned as he moved your bra down, the rough seam bumping against your sensitive nipples. His lips immediately claimed one of your hardened peeks, the other one being left at the mercy of his tattooed fingers.

You picked up your pace and started dry humping like a madwoman, your orgasm getting closer and closer.

“I’m gonna cum.” Your announcement made Jungkook toy with your nipples harder, twisting and pulling until you were cumming undone, his name coming out of your mouth like a mantra.

Not having any time to breathe, Jungkook picked you up and threw you to the couch, the feeling of the leather on your bare hot skin making you slightly uncomfortable. Before you even had time to ask him what he was doing, he was pulling your panties down and diving in straight to your core, your legs closing in on his head due to the sensitivity.

“Jungkook, I wanna suck your cock…” you whined as he inserted one of his middle fingers inside of you.

“Sorry love, no sucking today. I just want to be buried inside of you.” He started to suck on your clit and after working his finger in for a little bit he added another. You could tell he was in a rush to fuck you and that turned you on even more.

He curled up his fingers inside you making you moan even louder and you thanked your lucky stars the room was soundproof. You were so wet that you could hear it perfectly clear, a sound so lewd that made your whole temperature rise.

Very soon you were feeling your orgasm building once more and, this time, you could tell it was stronger than the other. “Fuck baby, give me more…”

Like a soldier taking orders, he promptly added a third finger and at that moment you knew you weren’t gonna last much longer. In fact, all it took was 10 more seconds of him finger-fucking you while flicking your clit with his tongue and you were spiralling down in pleasure once more, this time on his mouth. “Jungkook...”

You lied there with your eyes closed for what felt like an eternity - the need to catch your breath and calm your heart way too big - but when you finally opened them, Jungkook was standing next to you all naked slowly pumping his cock.

“Sssss...Y/N, don’t fucking look at me like that or I’m gonna bust-”

Feeling your dom persona getting back into action, you got up and threw him down on the black fluffy rug - its fluffy texture being much more pleasant than the leather of the couch. You placed your legs on both sides of him and crouched down. His dick was so hard it was standing straight up, almost like it was waiting for you to sink down on it. So, not being able to resist it any longer, you simply grabbed it and sat right on top of him.

“Fuck, such a fucking tight cunt for me-” You shut him up by putting your hand on his mouth and started riding him like you were at a fucking rodeo.

You were feeling drunk on sex. His cock was hitting you on all the right places (like it always did), his hands were grabbing your hips so hard you were sure they were gonna leave a mark and the sight of his bulging muscles glistening with sweat was driving you into absolute madness.

You were fucking at a mad speed, even you didn’t know where all that strength had come from, but if someone saw you right now they’d probably think you had taken some drugs. Eventually, though, your body started to grow tired and Jungkook noticed that, so he let go of your hips and pulled you onto him. Your head nuzzled on his neck and he started to fucking drill you up.

“Oh shit, shit, shit…” You moaned into his neck, a mix of his cologne and sweat hitting your nostrils.

“Fuck, I’m not gonna last long baby.”

Hearing his confession you snaked your arm between your bodies and frantically rubbed your clit so you could cum at the same time. The work on your abused clit didn’t last long though, making you cum on his deliciously hard cock, “oh Jungkook.”

“Fuck, Y/N.” The clenching of your pussy eventually tipped him over the edge, him spilling his warm seed inside of you.

After a while of you two panting on the rug, Jungkook got up to pick a couple of tissues so he could clean you up, leaving you alone on the floor.

“Fuck me…” you said in a surprising sense at what had just happened as he kneeled between your legs.

“Again?” He looked up at you with a teasing smirk and proceeded to collect his cum with the tissues.

“You know what I mean,” you laughed, the mood feeling light.

Once you got up to put your discarded clothes back on you remembered what Jungkook had done to your shirt and turned to him with your hands on your hips. “How am I supposed to get out of here with no shirt Mr Jeon Jungkook?”

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” he apologized as he put his tight pants back on. “I brought a shirt under my hoodie today, I can lend it to you. Might not go with your outfit though…” He teased as he looked at your pencil skirt.

“I’ll take it,” you smiled at him and waited as he went to his dressing room to pick his shirt up.

Once he returned not only did he bring you his shirt, but a stack of bills leaving you completely stunned. “Here you go,” he said as he handed you the shirt and completely ignored the money.

“Thank you,” you put on his shirt since you were starting to feel kind of cold and looked at him with a questioning look. “Are you paying me for my services or…?”

He looked confused for a second before he followed your gaze to the money on his hands and laughed. “Oh no, this is hum... for the back room.”

“Jungkook, you don’t have to. I’m the client and I used your services, I should pay.”

“Yeah but...don’t look at tonight like a service. I invited you, I teased you...it’s on me tonight,” he tried to place the money on your hands but you hesitated, eventually grabbing it and giving him a shy smile.

What this meant for the two of you you didn’t know, but you sure were excited to find out.

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itsclydebitches · 4 years ago

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As an Ozpin fan I actually enjoy his arc from Vol 6-8. It’s actually kinda cool. I see it as him as him breaking away from his own toxic ideas about responsibility and leadership born from trauma, abuse and his lifespan. He has stagnated over the years making so many mistakes. I think this arc while very harsh on him is helpful because it gave him time to think about his actions and seek healthier ways to do things. Being a trauma victim is not an excuse for his actions. I also enjoyed his apology since he finally trying not to take too much responsibility and learning to trust others. And the team all accept him into the group, like Emerald. But also like Emerald, not 100% forgiven, as Volume 8 commentary shows. I think his arc forward his him repairing his relationships with others, not carry burdens alone and gaining true equal friends in a very long time. I think its a net positive.

I'm glad you enjoyed it, anon! Yeah, I... still did not lol. I might be able to get behind this reading if a) the growth had occurred on screen and if b) Ozpin wasn’t the only one learning something/apologizing for their mistakes.

See, if Ozpin learned anything about taking on too much responsibility and seeking healthier ways to work through his trauma, it happened entirely off screen. What we’re actually given is him having his past (that trauma) magically shown to a bunch of former students, a close friend, and a total stranger. Then he’s screamed at and punched into a tree. The anger directed at him—combined with a belief that he’s truly only made things worse as Qrow says—results in him pulling as far away from everyone as possible given his circumstances. (It’s worth keeping in mind that during all of this Ozpin doesn’t even possess the most straightforward agency of having his own body, a way to physically separate himself from those who are hurting him.) He witnesses Oscar being attacked by Jaune under the belief that he’s hurting Ozpin instead and then Oscar has some epiphany over the hiatus that we’re not privy to. When Ozpin again dares to poke his head out to help—saving Oscar and the others in the airship—the response is more anger at him for “spying” on them. He watches them keep the exact secret from Ironwood that they’re furious with him over, as well as lying to him about how and why Ozpin left. Then for the entirety of Volume 7 the group doesn’t make a single attempt to reconnect with him. All those weeks of downtime and not one person, from ally, to friend, to host, cared to check in and try to mend things. The message is that he means nothing to them and him being gone really is better. Then Ozpin's magic saves Oscar’s life and he grudgingly starts talking to him again, but makes it clear that he’s still mad and, in keeping another secret from the group, reinforces the idea that no one else wants him around either. Oscar is scared to bring Ozpin up with everything else going on. Then they’re kidnapped. Then they’re tortured. Then they turn Hazel. Then they save everyone from Salem and the whale.

Then Ozpin apologizes.

So when in all this does Ozpin learn anything? For me, learning requires more than just punishment after punishment for perceived wrongs and all Ozpin gets is negative reinforcement. No one helps him overcome his trauma, or learn to share responsibility, or works with him on how to trust others, or admit that they might not have handled things in the best way either. The closest we get to a moment of growth is Oscar getting Ozpin to agree to trust Hazel, which I still believe was the stupidest decision possible. This group doesn’t trust Ironwood, an established ally, with war information that will likely keep him from doing the very thing they want him to stop (using resources on a doomed plan), but they’ll trust the established villain with the Relic password, the very thing Salem is after, while in the middle of a torture session? There’s no logic or consistency here, which means that even if we ignore the fact that everything Ozpin supposedly learns is happening off screen in his own thoughts, what he’s learning is likewise an inconsistent and illogical view of trust. To be frank, Ozpin was treated like shit for three Volumes and then he apologizes for making the very same decision Ruby did. That's not satisfying to me. The story ignores that Ozpin has trusted people for years in the form of his own team, the inner circle. The story likewise ignores that the one thing he kept from them, Salem’s immortality, was the same thing that, when push came to shove, Ruby kept hidden too. All he’s learned (and we the audience) is that when Ruby keeps secrets it’s strategic, but when he does it’s suspicious. He’s learned to stop trying to make his own decisions because when he does, people get pissed. He’s only allowed to be a part of the group provided he apologizes for the double standard and allows Ruby to call all the shots—the exact thing Qrow learned in Volume 6. Absolutely none of that seems healthy to me. This might read differently if the group had also apologized for how they treated him, or admitted that he'd had a point in not trusting them since they weren't able to trust Ironwood, but Ozpin is left alone to shoulder responsibility for this entire debacle. Which feels pretty contradictory to the “learning not to take on too much responsibility” idea.

The mere fact that we’re comparing Ozpin to Emerald is, in and of itself, indicative of the problem. Ozpin was a respected headmaster they all looked up to and, in Ruby’s case, had multiple bonding moments with. Emerald is a stranger who once masqueraded as a friend before horrifically betraying them. Ozpin is the man who gave his life to try and stop Salem, who has frequently done what he could to keep everyone in this group safe. Emerald is the one who tricked Pyrrha into killing Penny, kick-starting an attack that, according to the novels, led to many more lost lives. Ozpin’s greatest sin was keeping a secret that, literally two days later, Ruby likewise thought should be kept under wraps. Emerald’s greatest sin is helping to bring about the Fall of Beacon and continuing to try and murder them all up until a few hours before Oscar left the whale. To me, they’re in no way comparable. Ozpin should not have to repair relationships like Emerald, nor should his forgiveness be in the same gray area as hers. The fact that the show got to the point where fans think that a flawed hero and an established villain are on equal grounds regarding trust just highlights how badly they botched Ozpin’s arc.

Honestly, I think the above is a fantastic story… I just don’t think it exists in RWBY. I don’t see anything in the show about Ozpin unlearning toxic ideas about responsibility (though the potential for that is 100% there), I don’t think he stagnated at all (keep in mind the group was continuing to follow his plan by going to Atlas), “harsh” is only useful if there are positives to balance things out, he demonstrates an extraordinary amount of trust across the series given the circumstances, and if this is what “true equal friends” looks like… I don’t want that. Ozpin, as a character, deserves allies that are better than to continually assault him, ignore him, and then refuse to own up to any of their own mistakes, all while laughing along with the woman who helped murder their friend while they side-eye him for keeping a secret they ultimately agreed was too sensitive to quickly dish out.

Simply put, RWBY doesn’t know what it’s saying about trauma, responsibility, or trust. RWBY is not well written enough to convey consistent perspectives on those sensitive topics. This is the show that had Oscar brush off Jaune’s apology for attacking him because he was right actually, Oscar should do more for them all until he disappears, something he realized off screen. This is the show that had everyone hate Qrow for dealing with alcoholism and he’s only allowed compassion again once he stops questioning Ruby’s incredibly reckless decisions. This is the show where Yang and Blake kill a man, one who was their abuser/cut off their arm/had their BFF's family name branded onto his face, and they never need to talk about that because why would that have an impact on them? This is the show that, as you say, anon, wants to say that being a trauma victim of 1,000+ years doesn’t excuse your actions, but being a traumatized street rat totally does. Too many moments are abandoned, contradicted, or handled so insensitively that I simply can't assume that RWBY did something amazing with Ozpin's arc; I don't trust the writing enough to fill in the blanks for them. If the show were interested in having Ozpin learn all this, it needed to be done with care to how it compares to the treatment of actual villains and we should have seen that growth happen on screen, rather than ignoring him for the majority of three Volumes, only bringing him back to reiterate that yes, everyone is pissed at him. Ozpin was brought back into the group because the plot needed him to be there and he apologized because since Volume 6, Ruby hasn’t been allowed to be wrong. To me, Ozpin didn’t undergo any growth, he just caved to the default perspective when the plot needed, just like Oscar did, then Qrow, then Cordovin, then May, then Ren, then Yang. The way RWBY is currently written, you just need to give it enough time and every character will “learn” that the group is right and they should apologize for any missteps they made in doubting them. Ozpin’s own apology is just another version of that, though one that I think has caused the most damage to the show’s messages.

#rwde #rwby #mymetas

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palbabor-writes · 4 years ago

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Quarter-Century

Pairing: Sakusa Kiyoomi x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mild heavy petting, but this is pretty tame, oh & lots of fluff, likely enough to kill someone, so watch out for that, k?

What’s with him today? It’s just another day. After all, birthdays don’t matter when you’re this old, right? It’s not like he’s a kid. He doesn’t need a party, doesn’t really want one either. Besides, you’ve likely got something planned, you always do.

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Notes: if i call this a drabble are y’all gonna get mad at me?

Quarter-Century quar·ter-cen·tu·ry /ˈkwôrdər/ - /ˈsen(t)SH(ə)rē/ noun a period of 25 years

Twenty-five.

It’s always spoken about like it’s some kind of milestone. Eh, it’s just another year, Kiyoomi thinks, tugging his sweaty shirt off of his back and walking toward the MSBY team dressing room, there’s nothing special about it.

He’d woken up at 5:25, taken his first shower, kissed your sleeping form absentmindedly on the cheek before he left the bedroom, and jogged the three miles to the training facility.

He’d worked on his digs, on his jump float, and looked over the drills. The team had two practice games and had huddled up for the review at the end, the same as always. As Kiyoomi made his way out of the locker room Atsumu and Bokuto had both clapped him on the back, joking about the fleeting joys of ‘youth,’ and congratulating him on his performance on the court before they all went their separate ways, each gliding along their own trajectory.

No, there’s nothing special about birthdays.

You’re not back from work when he gets home, so Kiyoomi pads around the empty apartment, flitting from room to room, disjointedly flipping on lights and switching them back off seconds later. It’s like he can’t make up his mind. Should he take a nap? He could sleep off these uncharacteristic and frustrating jitters that keep coursing through him. No, he reconsiders naps just make him groggy and irritable. What else?

He’s showered twice today, there’s no need for another, and it looks like you’d cleaned up the living room and kitchen before you’d left for the day, so there’s nothing for him to clean either. Ugh, what’s with this restlessness?

There are old matches that he can watch, already primed and loaded onto his laptop, but it’s charging in the bedroom, likely tucked under some of your leaflets and various heapings of paperwork. It’d be a pain to move everything.

Eh, he could start a puzzle, maybe flip through some channels, see what’s on TV, and there’s that book that you’d told him he should check out, he’s weeks behind on starting that, but it’s in the bedroom too, and–

Damn it. It feels like he’s stuck in some kind of loop.

He flops down on the couch, tipping his dark head back, obsidian curls fanning around his forehead as he stares up at the ceiling. What’s with him today? It’s just another day. After all, birthdays don’t matter when you’re this old, right? It’s not like he’s a kid. He doesn’t need a party, doesn’t really want one either. Besides, you’ve likely got something planned, you always do. He smiles at that thought, running his hands through his hair and letting out a deep exhale. It’ll be alright, he reasons, you’ll get back and he’ll shake himself out of this funk, and then maybe he can–

The sudden scrape of the lock turning makes him jump, and he pops his head up just as you step through the door, a smattering of canvas bags tucked under your coiled hands. You spot him as you tap the door closed, a broad grin lighting up your face. “Hey there!” you call out, stepping toward the kitchen to deposit your purchases. “Did you just get home? Practice go okay?”

“It went well,” Kiyoomi replies, hunching forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “That reminds me, the next match is this weekend, you still planning on going?”

“Yeah!” you confirm, tucking a few things into the fridge before you pace over to his seated figure. “It’s right before the playoffs start, so it’ll likely be one of the last ones I can get a good seat to. Once you guys get in those end of season bouts it gets...Hey, you sure you’re alright? You look a little, I don’t know, downcast?” You kneel in front of him, your hands reaching, stroking gently over his hair and down his jaw.

“I’m fine. Feel a little...off...is all. Happens.”

“Off?” you question, bright eyes finally catching his onyx. “Well, we can’t have that. Not today!”

“Hmph, it’s just a Saturday,” Kiyoomi huffs, catching your wrists and lowering your hands from his face.

“Yes,” you continue, watching as he distractedly toys with your hands, trailing his thumbs over your fingers and flipping your palms this way and that within his hold. “It’s also a Saturday where I’ve played the role of good– no great, girlfriend and got us some tickets! Surprise!”

“Tickets?” he echoes, his head cocking to the side as he lifts his gaze back to yours. “To what? If it’s some kinda concert, not to be an ass, but I don’t really want to go to a–”

“Really?” you deadpan, arching an eyebrow at his morose expression. “You think, after two years of dating, that I’d take you to a concert? You? Kiyoomi Sakusa, the man who is pretty much allergic to crowds, who completely dipped out of a shoe store once because there were five people in the ‘athletic wear’ section, who abhors the mere thought of tight spaces and groups of twenty or more, thought that I, his loving partner, decided to put some some color into his living nightmares, and on his birthday no less, by bringing him to a concert?”

Kiyoomi clicks his tongue and exhales a tight laugh. “When you put it that way, no. But on the off chance that you did, and you’re trying to bluff your way out of the situation by over elaborating your reasons for not bringing me, well…I’m gonna have to decline the gift.”

You narrow your eyes at his impassive face and purse your lips. “And to think, I was gonna come over here and give you a kiss and everything.”

“You’ll still give me one,” Kiyoomi smarts, a coquettish smirk lifting his lips when you openly scoff at him. “So, out with it, what are the tickets to?”

“Oh? Now you wanna know? Suddenly you’re curious. Well you can hold on to that buddy, cuz’ I’m not gonna tell you.”

“Yes, you are.”

“Why should I?”

“It’s my birthday,” he intones simply, broad palms already sliding up your arms, pulling you closer. You smell nice, Kiyoomi thinks, lips barely missing your own as you twist playfully away from him.

“Pfft, what happened to ‘it’s just a Saturday?’” you tease, following his insistent tugs, one knee pressing down into the cushions of the couch as you lower yourself over his lap.

“Changed my mind,” Kiyoomi states, finally catching you and caressing his lips sinfully against yours. “I’m allowed to do that,” he continues, sucking a rasp from you as he drags his sharp teeth across the plush swell of your lower lip. “Mmm, you might have gotten a little distracted, so let me repeat my question: what are the tickets to?”

He is genuinely interested; he wants to know what you’ve planned for the two of you, but his hands have already started that downward journey, long digits stroking over the curves that flow down your side, cupping and pulling just the way you like. Your knees lift when he buries his fingertips into the flesh of your upper thighs and you sigh, breath warm against his flushed cheeks.

Actually, this is fine. After all, he’s good at this. He’s had plenty of time to learn you, to practice, and he loves that he knows just what to do to make you quake between his heated palms. But when he jerks you closer, your lips slip from his and you’re careful to brace yourself away, momentarily safe from his distracting caresses.

“Baseball,” you pant, hands resting over the hard plane of his pectorals.

“Huh?” he queries, heavy brows furrowing, wholly distracted by the rise and fall of your uneven breaths and the gentle twitch of your spread legs against his hips.

“A baseball game. I got us tickets to a baseball game.”

“It’s smaller than what I was picturing,” Kiyoomi says, adjusting the placement of his mask before looking down at you. “And what are you gonna do with that bag? Can you even take that in here?”

You laugh at his question, hoisting the thick strap of your insulated pack higher on your shoulder. “It’s the Yomiuri Giants, they’re part of the minor league so it’s a smaller stadium and don’t worry, they let you bring coolers and snacks in.”

“Eh? Snacks? Don’t they have concessions? Seems counter-productive if they let you bring your own food. How are they supposed to make money? Atsumu said that half of our vendors make a good deal of their revenue from their booths during the playoffs and the regular season. So I don’t see how that’s practical. What do you have in there, anyway? It looks heavy. Oh. Did you want me to carry it?”

“I’m not sure which one of those I should answer first,” you grin, dodging his extended hand and stepping forward. “Come on, I think we can head in now.”

The seats are located in the shade of the upper deck, right behind the third base, giving you both a perfect bird's-eye view of the action that will take place down on the field below. True to your word, the ticket inspectors had let you and your pack pass through without a word of protest, and as he flipped down his plastic seat, you carefully tucked the thick canvas between the two of you.

“What’s in it?” he asked again, peering over your shoulder as you unzipped the long teeth and reached into the dark depths, hands searching for something.

“You’ll see,” you promise, leaning back once you found your prize, a small bottle of hand sanitizer. You pop the lid up and nod for his palms, carefully pressing some of the clear antiseptic onto his hands. “Game should start soon,” you inform, repeating the cleaning process yourself before closing the top and tossing the bottle back into the bag. “And I wanna make sure you’re set before I head down to the concession stands.”

“So it’s food,” he determines, slipping his mask off of his face, tucking it under his chin, an appreciative smile winding its way up his lips.

“Of course it is! You think I’d leave you to languish for 9 innings while I sit beside you, gorging myself on the delicious food they sell at the concessions, which you refuse to eat? Alas, not even I am that cruel. Nah, I brought something that I hope you’ll like.”

“I’ll like it,” Kiyoomi replies, resting his muscled shoulder against yours, watching as you arrange a few clear sets of Tupperware in your hands, lifting them evenly out of the bag.

“Careful,” you jab, tossing him a mischievous grin. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

Kiyoomi shrugs. “It’s from you; I’ll like it.”

Your hands still after his declaration and you twist your head back to him, eyes wide, searching his placid expression. “Okay,” you laugh, setting the Tupperware aside, fully turning to him and wrapping an arm around his neck, your other hand cupping his cheek, pulling him down to your seeking lips. “That was too much. There some sort of class you stoic types take? How to make others swoon in five lessons, or less?”

“Don’t be stupid,” Kiyoomi rolls his eyes, prying your hands from him. “It’s true. No need to make a big deal about it. You put a lot of effort into today, and I...I just think that...I mean...thanks,” he finishes lamely, dark eyes balefully avoiding yours. You chuckle again and reward him with another peck to his cheek.

“So cute.”

“Stop it,” he grumbles, a faint blush staining his cheeks. “Weren’t you gonna show me something? Better hurry. After all, there’s still time for me to mess it up.”

“What does that mean?” you puzzle, pulling away.

“I dunno. I always say the wrong shit. You know that.”

“Well,” you ponder, tapping a finger against your chin. “We’re at a baseball game, so, in the spirit of the sport, why don’t I give you three strikes?”

“Just three? I mean, wow, that’s so generous of you.”

You flash him a quick glare, tutting your tongue against the roof of your mouth. “Oooh, swing and a miss. Strike one!”

He’s just about to give you some retort when you press two of the containers into his hands. The heat of the plastic feels nice against his calloused palms, and he can see the fresh steam that surrounds the food that’s waiting inside. “Onigiri?” he questions, popping the lid, mouth watering at the sight of all of that pristine rice. Damn, when did you have time to make these?

“Homemade onigiri with pickled plums,” you inform him, a gleeful smile lighting up your face, pleased that he’s already reaching for one, a look of genuine happiness falling over his usually impassive expression.

“You remembered,” he murmurs, picking up the carefully shaped ball and lifting it to his lips. He bites into the fluffy rice, fastidiously letting the flavors fall over his tongue and across his pallet. It’s perfect, he thinks as he chews, just the right amount of pickled savoriness and clean, delicate grains. Damn, when did you do all of this?

You let him finish the first onigiri before you pass him a can of beer. It’s chilled, likely sitting toward the bottom of the bag, and he flicks a stray chip of ice off of the rim. A sealed can of beer, a carefully packed meal. Is there anything you haven’t thought of?

He’s just about to turn, to tell you that...well, he’s not sure what exactly. Maybe it is something about how lucky he is. How he’s somehow stumbled into something so sublime, so wonderful, as you, and how he should tell you that more, when you stand.

“I’m going to hop down to the food stands. Inning should open up any minute. I’m glad this is an off season game, we’ve pretty much got this whole deck to ourselves! Be right back, ‘kay?”

He nods, eyes lingering on your hands, your smile, your eyes, just everything that he can see that’s you, but he doesn’t speak. He can’t. What’s he gonna say? Don’t go? Stay here. He’ll go down.

He’ll do whatever you want; anything for you, anything.

You tilt your head at his stony, almost stricken expression, but you don’t comment on it, content with tucking one of his stray curls behind his ear before you spring up the steps, stepping away from his overwhelmed and utterly entranced form.

Damn.

He’s scrolling through his phone when the 1st inning ends, thumb whisking over the lists of required paperwork, the $50 dollar notarial fee, the Kon-in Todoke, mentally counting up the required signatures, the necessary witnesses. This is crazy, he thinks, skimming over the U.S. Embassy & Consulate regulations on the ‘Affidavit of Competency to Marry’ in Japan, he hasn’t even talked with you about this, but he’s honestly never felt more sure of anything in his life.

Right as he flips to a secondary tab, one that holds a few jewelry stores and ideas about ‘how to pop the question,’ he catches sight of you. You slide down the row of empty seats, your hands filled with various snacks and a tall glass of foaming beer.

“Sorry! Wasn’t expecting to take that long, I completely missed the 1st inning! Good thing no one scored. Hopefully things will liven up with the 2nd and 3rd innings.” You settle in beside him, setting your beer against the cold concrete before jostling your popcorn and hot dog to your opposite hand, eyes peering over the brightly lit field.

Kiyoomi bites back his grin and switches his phone off, obscuring the glittering pixels of diamonds and his future plans from view and tucks his device into his jacket pocket. You turn to look at him, your eyes narrowing and brow arching at his poorly controlled attempts to hide his giddiness.

“What?”

“Nothing,” he replies, slinging a long arm around your shoulders, tugging you close and planting a quick kiss against your temple.

“Liar,” you accuse, leaning back, eyes following the sharp angles of his handsome face.

“What made you pick baseball? You feeling homesick or something?”

“Hmph, no! I just...hmm, how to put this. I figured it’d be nice to take you to a game that’s not volleyball. One that we can just watch. There’s no need to worry about analyzing anyone’s performance, or your own here…you can just relax.”

Kiyoomi cocks his head at you, a few errant curls falling over his brow. “Do I do that when we go to a volleyball game?”

You nearly choke on your beer. “Mmm...koff...do you do that? Did you seriously just ask me that?”

“Yeah,” he affirms, obsidian eyes watching you closely. Wait, is he a pain to go to a game with?

“Kiyoomi?”

“Hmm.”

“I wasn’t about to take you to a volleyball game for your birthday. That’d be like you taking me back to the office and asking me to celebrate with you in the staff break room. I mean, I know you love the sport, but it’s your job. It’s what you do all day. Besides, the last time we went to a match I don’t think you said more than five words to me and you were constantly writing down the plays on your phone. I–Oh! That’s not a bad thing, not at all! It makes sense,” you amend, catching sight of his abruptly ashen expression.

“It’s just...you’re good...no good doesn’t cut it...you’re amazing at what you do. You’ve got that hunger that all the sports documentaries I’ve ever watched talk about and you’re constantly looking to improve. It’s impressive, really! But...I just thought this might be a change of pace. Something that we could both go to, could watch, with no additional stakes. Who cares who wins? I mean, I want the home team to, obviously, but we can leave here when it’s over and just take memories, not more worries or challenges. And definitely not any notes. Sorry, that prolly’ sounds so rude, but I really want you to relax today. You more than deserve it.”

“It’s perfect,” Kiyoomi confirms, finally leaning back against the strong plastic of his seat, pulling you closer, bringing his knee toward your thigh, pressing until he can feel the heat of you past the material of his jeans. “Thank you.”

“No need to thank me,” you laugh. “It’s the least I could do. If you’re happy, then I’m happy! Oh! Speaking of, you gotta try this beer! It’s so good!”

He looks skeptically down at the plastic glass that’s still clutched between your fingers. “No. I’m not drinking out of that cup.”

“Kiyoomi,” you begin, fixing him with a hard stare. “You know we live together, right? If I pick anything up from this, then, and I hate to tell you this, but you’ll get it too, eventually.”

With a scoffed exhale and a curl of his lip he leans away from you, nose wrinkling distastefully at your threat.

“Come on,” you taunt, shaking the cup playfully in your hand, “You won’t regret it!”

“No.”

“Ugh, you’re no fun, you know that?”

“Never heard that before,” he laughs, coiling himself toward you, his arm around your back, squeezing you closer, holding on as tight as he can.

It’s dark when the two of you get back home, but you won’t let him flip on the overhead lights, not yet. “Just wait, gimme a sec. There’s one more thing I wanna do...why don’t you go sit on the couch. I’ll turn on the lamp and be right back, promise.”

Obediently, he perches on the edge of the cushions and waits.

He can hear you as you move around the kitchen, and he feels like he can still feel the warmth of your skin under his fingertips. Throughout the game, on the cab ride home, as he stood behind you in the darkened hallway, waiting for you to unlock the door, he’d kept his hands on you. It was like you were some kind of magnet and he couldn’t help but be tugged forward by your irresistible pull.

“Hey! Close your eyes!” you call, feet soft against the wood as you pad back to him. He shakes his head at your request, a faint smile pulling at his lips, but he obliges you. How can he not? “No peeking,” you warn, and he it’s like he can almost feel you again as you come to stand in front of him once more. “Alright…I think that’s good. Now...open them!”

The space in front of him is bathed in a soft glow, with whisking yellows and gentle oranges dancing, flickering across your arms. The light from the candle illuminates your face, catching against your eyes and making them shine, and he’s honestly not sure if he’s breathing anymore.

“I know it’s not much,” you justify, cupping your fingers around the delicate flame and lifting the cupcake toward him. “But I learned my lesson last year. Got you that huge cake and the leftovers languished in the fridge for almost a week. And you know what they say, less is more, right?”

Without thinking, his hands race forward, gripping your waist and pulling you closer. “Woah,” you exhale, a laugh bubbling from your lips. “Careful! I don’t wanna catch you on fire. Some birthday that would be. Come on, time’s a’wasting birthday boy, blow it out and make a wish!”

He’d lied earlier.

When he’d thought that there was nothing special about birthdays. There is something special about this birthday and, for the first time, he knows just what he’s going to wish for.

It’s easy to blow out the light. It’s a little harder to protect the cupcake from his downward tug, his hands insistent, firm, but somehow you safely tuck it behind you and twist back to him, fingers lacing into his onyx curls.

“What did you wish for?” you ask, settling yourself across his lap.

“Can’t tell you yet,” Kiyoomi answers honestly, lips already seeking yours.

“Huh? You’re not supposed to tell me at all!”

“Too bad,” he intones, silencing any further retorts with the heady persuasion of his caresses and wandering touch. “I’m gonna tell you soon. Now let me enjoy you.”

notes: hbd! shoutout to @albinoburrito for her excellent edits and suggestions :*

#hbd sakusa 🧁#sakusa kiyoomi #kiyoomi sakusa #hq!!#hq #hq imagines #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #sakusa x y/n #sakusa x reader #sakusa x you #kiyoomi x reader #kiyoomi x you #kiyoomi x y/n #drabble #sort of???#whatever #it's a drabble

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purpleyellow · 5 years ago

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Make a deal

BTS extra member + NCT extra member

Sunny’s Masterlist + Bee’s Masterlist

“Can this be considered an extra post?”

a/n: This is basicaly 50/50 sunny and bee so I’ll just add it to both of their masterlists :p also, I had in mind to post it this weekend but life got busy so there you go.

“I didn’t know you and Sunny were friends” Jaehyun tried to make small talk as he and Bee walked towards the restaurant down the block. Both idols had long coats and masks to prevent people from recognizing them on the busy street.

“We met a few times” The girl looked up at him before staring at the sidewalk and mumbling “I didn’t know we were friends either, to be honest”

“Friendships just happen. One day you met each other and in the other, boom, you’re friends” He gestured an explosion with his hands while talking, “She said she didn’t want to third wheel, so maybe that’s why she asked you to come”

“She would be third-wheeling?” Bee giggled at him and he wrapped an arm on her shoulders while opening up the door for them to go inside.

“Her words, not mine” Jaehyun rolled his eyes before scanning the place and pointing to a table in the far back “There they are, let’s go”

The place itself wasn’t well lit, and in the corner of it, there was a pool table along with some dart games. Both girls mentally noted that this wouldn’t be their first choice for dinner, the American college bar spirit was a bit too obnoxious for them.

“Sunny was dying so we already ordered,” Jungkook said after they went through the formalities of greeting each other. He and the girl sat on one side of the table while Jaehyun and Bee sat on the other. “Hope that isn’t a problem”

“That’s fine. I’m starving too” Jaehyun agreed without a second thought and gave a thumbs up to a waiter, who nodded and turned around to grab something. Looking back at the table, the boy placed a hand on Bee’s shoulder “You can legally drink, right?”

“Uh, I guess” She stumbled over her words with wide eyes “I’ve never actually drink before though, do you think-”

“Well, I’ll give you your first shot and we can make Doyoung jealous later” Jaehyun chuckled making her sigh nervously.

“There’s a first time for everything right” Sunny gave her a gentle smile “You can try it and if you don’t like the taste we can order a soda to share. I’m not the biggest fan of soju myself”

Soon enough, the waiter came with a green bottle and four little cups, setting everything in the middle of the table and excusing himself off. Jaehyun taking the role to fill everyone’s cups and getting his own filled by Jungkook, who also started a cheer.

“To a very random dinner,” He humorously commented before the four of them downed their shots.

The two girls frowning afterward, Sunny from having alcohol on an empty stomach and Bee from the burn the liquid gave her.

“I don’t think she enjoyed it very much” Jungkook laughed as she opened and closed her mouth to get rid of the aftertaste.

“No, no. It’s not that is bad. It just. It’s different” Bee shook her head trying not to seem unpleased.

“Maybe you’ll like it better once the food arrives” Sunny laughed and then dropped her body on the chair, far too hungry to hold herself up anymore “Talking about it. How much longer do you think it’ll take?”

“It should be coming anytime” Her member noded to the empty place “Hold up for a minute and don’t die on me, Jin Hyung will kill me if you do that”

“I don’t know if I can, I already see the dark tunnel, it’ll take a second before the light shows up too” She rolled her head dramatically before fixing up her posture and sitting like nothing had happened.

The food arrived a considerable amount of time later and the four young adults fell in silence while eating, it was only when half of it was already gone that Jaehyun and Jungkook began talking about a random topic and the two girls were left not knowing what to do next.

“Sorry if this felt sudden” Sunny placed a hand over her mouth to hide her chewing “Namjoon overreacted and had me tag along with Jungkook, so I thought if you came too it would make things less uncomfortable”

“No, no. It’s fine. I was a little surprised at first but I’m happy to be here” Bee smiled as she reached over to the dumplings “Some of my members say I should go out more too, I think I get what you mean”

“What? No, that wasn’t it. I mean the boys used to nag me into making friends before too but that wasn’t the case today” Sunny chuckled not paying attention to where she was going with the conversation “I didn’t have lunch today, that’s why he had Jungkook drag me out here”

“You skipped a meal?” Bee frowned worried as the older waved her off like it was nothing.

“No. I mean, yes. But that’s nothing to mind really. Don’t you just… get carried away with work and forget to do the things humans need in order to survive?” She gestured with the chopsticks as she spoke and with each word, Bee’s eyes grew more worried. “Okay, I might have exaggerated a little”

“Unnie, I understand work is important but you don’t need to set yourself aside in order to get things done” The young girl started to talk, nervous that she might be stepping over a line.

“I get it, you don’t need to worry” Sunny laughed a little uncomfortable that she had brought up that topic. Cleaning her throat she shook off the matter “I just wasn’t on top of my game today, that’s all. It’s a little weird but I do enjoy working”

“As long as you’re fine” Bee gave her a tight-lipped smile and Sunny snapped her fingers at her, nodding happily as she chewed on her noodles.

The two boys sitting next to them excused themselves since they were already satisfied and walked to the pool table, leaving the girls by themselves, which wasn’t much of a difference for Sunny, considering they were already having two different conversations.

Bee on the other hand sighed and stretched her limbs, feeling much more comfortable than before. Noticing the older had raised an eyebrow at her clear relief, the girl cleared her throat and fixed her coat like nothing had happened.

“You and Jaehyun aren’t close?” Sunny tried not to laugh at her change of behavior and Bee inevitably became flushed.

“It’s not that… We’re- I guess, it’s awkward but it’s okay” She stumbled over herself and ended up giggling at her own reference of the NCT content. “I’m sorry, we’re just not the closest people. Also, I might have made him mad earlier this week”

“I get it. You have too many people around, it can get overwhelming. Sorry for assuming you and him were friends” The older smiled fondly, very amused at how the girl found trouble to explain the weird relationship.

“Thank you for it actually, we should be bonding more now that all of us are going to be promoting together” Bee laughed along with her “This might have been the second time we even talked this year”

“Well, I’m happy to be part of this bonding exercise” Sunny winked at her before leaning over the table “It must be hard to deal with that many people”

“You get used to it earlier than expected” She shrugged her shoulders while feeling her cheeks with her palms. “I mean, it is hard to keep up with how everyone is with you, but I’m getting by”

“What do you mean?” The older asked, interested in the different dynamics found in their groups.

“It’s like, event X happens, and then after it’s over you have three groups of people. The first one got over it with you, the second seems wary but lets you live normally. Then the third group seems unable to let it go and constantly reminds you of it” Bee talked with her eyes fixated on the table, trying to make as much sense as possible “It is pretty hard to keep track of who belongs in which group”

“Are you talking from experience? You can share more if you’re comfortable” Sunny smiled as Bee stole a glance at Jaehyun, who had his back facing the table the whole time.

“I had this crush on a groupmate” She mumbled making the older hiss “Yeah, it’s bad I know”

“Things can get complicated, I can see that” Sunny nodded trying to explain herself “But there’s nothing illegal about it, feelings can’t be controlled”

“Well, it didn’t last long enough to develop into something more serious if you’re worried” Bee chuckled at her covering up her reaction “But like I was saying, some of the boys still look at me like I just lost a limb or something”

“Wait, so like, the twenty-something of them know about it?” She gasped when the possibility hit her, the younger laughing at her wide eyes.

“No, well, not that I know at least. And it’s only just two of them who make me feel pitied. Not that big of a deal now that I think about it” She shrugged her shoulders again making Sunny frown.

“But it is. You told them you’re over whoever it is right?” Sunny asked and she nodded “Then that’s all there is, they don’t need to make you feel bad for it”

“I mean, I can see that they don’t mean to harm me or anything” Bee tried to defend her words “I get a little annoyed but I try to move on since they aren’t”

“Oh, totally. It’s coming from a good place, but at the same time, your business is yours to take care of. For some things, your word needs to be final and they need to understand that” Sunny looked firmly at her “It can be tricky to find a balance in sharing things with your friends but not letting them overstep on your life”

“I guess I’m lacking on the later” Bee smiled sadly before turning into a surprised face “Oh, we can make a deal”

“A deal?” The girl frowned at her happily nodding.

“Yeah, I’ll be firmer with my words and you’ll take care of yourself” She clapped making Sunny laugh despite wanting to be serious.

“What’s with everyone thinking I don’t care for myself?” She rolled her eyes grinning at her expectant face. “Okay, deal. But I’m going to check in to see if you’re actually doing it”

“That’s fine by me” Bee giggled while shaking her hand. Remembering what JAehyun had said in the begining of the night, she hapily said “I guess this is our Boom moment”

“What?” Sunny frowned but got waved off by the younger.

“Nevermind”

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noonaficcorner · 5 years ago

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Rose-Colored Boy | Part Four

Paring: Mark Tuan | Reader

Genre/Rating: Friends to Lovers | Fluff, Smut (later on), Slight Angst

Warning: Language

Summary: Working as a Nurse, Y/N's favorite pastime is getting lost in her favorite online game with her online gamer squad. After 2 years of online banter, Y/N finally gets the chance to get closer to and meet her online friend, Mark Tuan. With many things in common and the same twisted sense of humor, one thing still remains a mystery: Mark's career that causes him to constantly travel out of the country. Still, Y/N decides to take a chance on what could be more than just friendship and meets Mark for the first time. (New Summary thanks to a friend)

NOTES: Quick update!! I was really inspired and cranked this chapter out quick. I’m already working on the next but not sure when it will be up. I’m busy at the end of this month. So fingers crossed I get the next out in August.

Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four

Everything you owned was crap. It was either scrubs or jeans and a t-shirt. It wasn’t like you didn’t have nice outfits. However, when you looked at all of it thrown across your bed in panic, you couldn’t seem to find anything decent. All of it felt dull and lackluster for what was about to happen. As you picked up what you deemed the cutest pair of jeans you owned, a black skinny pant with nicely placed rips, you started to realize why Mark kept his secret for as long as he did. Knowing who he was to the outside world made you start to question yourself even more. It made you wonder if you were enough to even just be in his presence. People pay thousands of dollars to just give him a hi-five and here you were, cursing him out for 2 years over the internet for free. If only they knew…

Holding up shirt after shirt to your chest, each one making you even more disgusted than the last. There had to be something that didn’t scream ‘try hard’ or ‘disgusting creature’. Snatching literally the last shirt out of your closet which happened to be a high-low blue striped button down, you threw it on over the black cami you already had on. It was almost time for you to leave the house without being late and if you started this whole process over again, you wouldn’t even go.

While you looked in the mirror finalizing the touches on your make-up, you realized that this isn’t some sort of date. Why were you putting so much effort to receive an apology? Blinking those wayward thoughts away before you went down another hole, you grabbed your purse and rushed out of your freshly messy apartment.

You had only been to Mark’s place once, but the muscle memory was there because you had played the scenes over in your mind for almost a week. It felt like you were standing in front of the intimidating high-rise in no time. Your body was moving through mind fog as you punched in his code and waited to be buzzed up. Even the elevator ride felt like an out of body experience. It wasn’t until the door was opening and you looked up and saw Mark that your soul snapped back into you and you could focus.

“I hope it wasn’t a hard trip.” He said as the door widened and you crossed the threshold. It had only been six days since you last saw him, but the purple in his hair was almost gone and his dark roots were starting to show. Realizing that the hair choice probably wasn’t his, but was for his latest album, made your lips turn down slightly. He picked up on that and thought it was a non-verbal answer to his statement.

“I could have gotten you a taxi if the train was too crowded…” He trailed off.

“No, no. The ride was fine. I was noticing that your hair is a little different from last time.” You mumbled as you both hovered around each other. You could feel a slight pain start to form between your shoulder blades from all the tension in the room. Both of you locked eyes and it felt like you had entered a staring contest, and neither one of you were losers. It wasn’t until his hand reached out and took your wrist and led you to the living room and onto the couch, that you regained your senses.

“I’m sorry. I’m so freaking sorry.” His words came out rushed and pained. Your lips parted to respond but Mark held a hand up to stop you.

“Let me get this out first. I didn’t mean to keep it from you. Honestly, I thought that the moment I opened that door and you saw me, you were going to freak out cause you recognized me. When you didn’t, my plan went to shit and I fell into the comfort of just us hanging out. Believe me when I say I had every intention of telling you about my career. I just didn’t know how to come out and say I’m an idol singer.”

“Rapper.” You interjected. Mark’s head tilted slightly and confusion dipped his brows.

“You said idol singer. From what I looked up, you’re not really a singer. You’re the main rapper and lead dancer of the group. It also said you’re the visual which makes sense cause…” You waved your hands in front of your face to indicate your point that he’s gorgeous.

Mark’s laugh filled the room and it was exactly like those compilation videos you found of his laugh. A slight smile tugged at your lips as the atmosphere in the room started to lighten up. You were still mad and will probably be for a while but the big mad feeling was almost completely gone.

“So you did research? I bet the internet had some crazy things to say. Sin, I’m sorry that I wasn’t the one to tell you everything from the beginning. When you’re in the business I’m in, it’s hard making friends who aren’t also in the life or after you for something else. I was selfish because I really liked what we have or… had. I got addicted to the ease of just being myself with you.” He went on. His eyes dropped down as he talked about your relationship in the past tense. The wall that you unconsciously started to build since your last visit shook. Maybe it was the earnestness in his tone or the way he used your online nickname, but at that moment you kind of just wanted to hug him. Instead you did the only thing you could do in this situation.

“Now that you said that, are you gonna show me some of your backflips? They looked really impressive on youtube.” You smirked as his head shot up and looked at you in surprise. The smirk turned into a full smile and the tension started to melt away when his toothy grin appeared.

“I can even teach you some moves but I don’t know your flexibility level.” Mark joked and that’s how the rest of the afternoon went. He started to talk about how he joined the company and his trainee period. I knew it was hard on young kids but hearing it first hand made you want to throw on a cape and save them all from the heartache. When he calmed down your anger, Mark talked about the traveling he did all over the world with the group. He talked about how they were more than just bandmates and more like brothers. Even mentioning some stories you found through your ‘research’, but hearing them from him made them ten times funnier.

“Remind me to never get you upset where you can throw a laptop at me.” You joked. The sun had gone down outside and now you both were sitting on the floor, take-out containers covered the table. Hours had passed and you only realized how many when you tried to hide a yawn and Mark check the time on his phone.

“Time flew by. I guess you have to get going soon?” His eyes were like tea cups as they looked over to you. The last thing you wanted was to have this good time end but you had worked a full shift yesterday and had to be on in the morning as well. It didn’t help that you left your apartment in such a mess, it looks like it was probably burglarized.

“Yeah… I’m sure your roommates want to come home too. What did you tell them that made them give you the place to yourself?” You asked as you started to clean up the mess created. Piling the dishes into one, Mark took them from you and moved them toward the door.

“Most of them had schedules, so the house was gonna be empty anyway. Though I did have to promise Yugyeom and Bambam that I would treat them to meat soon. Are you going to take a taxi? It’s pretty late.” Between his worrying, you both cleaned up rather quickly. In no time, you looked around and the space was back to normal and Mark was standing with his hands pulling at his hoodie sleeves. You noticed that he did that when he felt unsure about something or wanted to word vomit.

“I’ll take one just because you insist. But what is it, sweater paws?” Reaching forward and tugging on the hood strings, you asked him. It was clear why he had so many fans. The half smile he gave was a weapon of ovary destruction and shouldn’t be used all willy nilly. How rude…

“I’m glad you came over. I’m also glad we’re talking again. And now that you know everything , I have a work thing tomorrow. It isn’t long though. Just need to go film a spread for a magazine. I’ll be back by next weekend. Promise.” Mark picked up your bag and played with the strap of it before closing the distance and looping it over your head, adjusting it. The height difference between the two of you wasn’t gigantic, but it was enough that had your neck tilting back a bit.

“It’s okay. Remember, I’m used to Ghosty McGhostington. You don’t have to worry too much.” Before you could even stop yourself, your thumb reached out and smoothed the little wrinkle between his brows. The level of skin-ship you were exhibiting wasn’t the norm for you. But the way he didn’t recoil from your touch allowed you the brief moment of insanity and for you to place your hand casually on your strap without looking like a crazy person. You thought you saw a hint of a smile on his lips, but it was so faint, you’re sure you imagined it.

“I’m calling you a car, and before you say something, don’t. And text me when you get home, okay?” You wanted to argue that you were independent and didn’t need him to do that, but a part of you thought it was sweet. In all honesty, when it was just you and him talking and playing around like you’ve done for so long virtually, the idea of him being a celebrity was a foreign concept. He was just Mark to you.

Once he was finished punching in some numbers on his phone and you came out of your own head, he walked you to the door. That smile you thought was just a shadow was now plastered on his face and it had the chain reaction of making you smile in return. Your hands squeezed harder on your bag strap because every fiber of your being was telling you to just reach out and hug this dorky guy smiling at you. But instead you held your hand out for a hi-five like the loser you were becoming.

“Thanks for inviting me over and I'm glad we cleared things up. Uh, hit me up if you get some free time. Or not, it's whatever.” Shrugging off the awkwardness, Mark connected with your hand with a look of confusion and before he could say anything, you darted from his apartment. It was becoming a habit of yours to flee every time you were there. Your flight or fight response was out of whack because with anything else in your life you were all about fighting. However, wherever Mark was concerned, you flew out of there like a bat out of hell.

By the time you were walking through your door, you were so distracted by thoughts from your day that you forgot that you left your place in a state of utter disgust. The vibrating of your phone made you forget all about the clothes covering almost every inch of available surface because of course it was Mr. Tuan himself in your inbox.

Mark: U made it?

Sin: You* and yeah, just walked in.

Mark: Ha ha ha. Are you tired?

Sin: Depends, why do you ask?

Mark: Wanna get online for like an hour? I’m a bit wired and we haven’t properly played in a while. Miss it…

Sin: Don’t you have a flight to catch in the morning?

Mark: Yeah but I can sleep on the plane. Are you scared I’m gonna kick your ass? ;-)

Sin: Signing on right now so get the lube because I’m about to tear you a new one.

And just like that, Mark brought you back to a comfortable mindset. The root in which your friendship grew from.

Finally, it was Friday, but you were antsy as hell. The clock was ticking down to the end of your shift, but it felt as if it was moving as slow as if you were sinking in a mudflat. Bora and Ahin, another first year resident, were finishing up your shifts so the three of you could do your weekly Karaoke night. But it wasn’t only the promise of a night of chicken, beer and bad singing that had you anxious. Mark was coming back from his trip tomorrow and it had you on pins and needles.

The two of you had been texting while he was away. You were sure it was more than he should actually be doing during a work trip, but now that there weren’t any omitted truths between you, he would tell you about everything that was happening, within reason. When you asked for pictures, he couldn’t give you any official ones, but he did snap a few selfies of his face filled with pretty eyeshadows and lip tints. He really did clean up well.

As you were changing out of your scrubs, your phone pinged and like a pavlov response, your hand reached and opened your texts with Olympian speed.

Mark: What are you doing Sunday?

Sin: Washing my hair, shaving my back, catching up on sleep. Lol why?

Mark: Sexy. I need a favor from you.

Sin: If it involves money, we might need to reevaluate our friendship.

Mark: No money involved, but I would like it if you said yes.

Sin: Okay you’re being cryptic. Are you sick?

Mark: No. But will you say yes before I ask?

Sin: Sure, what is it?

After asking that, the little dots jumped across the screen as he typed his response. You stood there in your jeans and scrub top, staring at your phone like a crazy person. What did he have to ask that was so important? Bora and Ahin walked into the locker room and started to change themselves while you waited.

“What’s going on? Your face is all scrunched up?” Ahin asked as she hung up her lab coat. Just as you were about to tell her, Mark’s bubble appeared…

Mark: Will you go on a date with me? Not as a friend, but as a woman. A date date.

Your heart dropped into your stomach with a clatter. When you heard your name being yelled by Bora, you looked down and realized that it wasn’t just your heart that dropped, but also your phone on the floor. Quickly dropping down and picking it up, you looked at the words over; Woman. Date. You sucked in all the oxygen you could manage and sighed.

“Well shit…”

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hockeytrashgoblin · 5 years ago

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Ice Cold ~Part 1

A/N: Very exciting new series! I’m pumped! Hope you guys like it! If not please be gentle with me I’m not doing great rn lmao Just kidding constructive criticism is always welcome. Enjoy!

"Alright (y/n) one more thing." the lady interviewing me said while closing my portfolio. "Welcome to the team."

"Really?" I said incredulously.

"Yes. You do amazing work and we would love to have you on our photography media team."

"Thank you so much! When do I start?"

"Well we're going to do some paperwork today, introduce you to your partner and get you cleared to go photograph the Maple Leafs game Saturday."

"Alright that sounds great!"

The day passed by in an excited blur. I did all the paperwork necessary and all the confidentiality requirements that go along with working for Roger's sports and media. I met a lot of people but the most memorable were my partner Amy and a journalist named Peter. Amy seemed like someone I would have a lot of fun with and Peter was just cute and kinda funny. I made sure to get their numbers before I started my walk to the subway to get back home. I put on my favourite podcast, Cult Liter by Spencer Henry, and started walking. I don't know if it was the podcast or just being in the middle of downtown Toronto but it felt like I was being watched. I shook it off and went into the underground to get home.

Two days later I was walking into the Scotiabank arena to meet Amy outside. I was so nervous but it was so exciting. My love of sports and my passion for photography coming together so perfectly. I found Amy pretty quickly, her green hair making her easy to spot.

"Hey!"

"Hi! You ready to go in?"

"Yes! I'm so excited! I love hockey but I've never been able to afford to go to a game so this is actually super cool."

"Yeah I'm not really into sports but I love photography. I'm excited for you though, that's gonna be so fun for you!" She said elbowing my side. "Do you like either of the teams playing?"

"I'm not a fan of Toronto to be honest. I like a lot of players though. I really like Montreal though so this should be fun!"

"Yeah that'll be cool! So just so you know, we're going to have to go through a lot of security and pat downs. It sucks but it is what it is."

We really did have to do a lot of security stuff. I was kind of surprised but at the same time not really. We were going to be going through close to the players and seeing them after the game. I kind of followed Amy's lead through everything.

We got to our place where we would take pictures and started setting up our equipment. As soon as the guys came out onto the ice I was so excited. I started snapping pictures of all the guys. I was mostly supposed to take pictures of Toronto but hey I'm not letting an opportunity to photograph the literal perfect man Max Domi go. I was taking pictures of Fredrik Andersen when he skated into frame. He was staring at me and I lowered the camera making eye contact with him. It was a weird moment, probably only a couple seconds, but it felt like forever. It was a little unsettling but I was so intrigued. I really loved him as a player and it was kinda cool that he acknowledged me. I got nervous though and looked away.

"That was weird." Amy said quietly.

"Okay good so I'm not the only one who thought that was strange?"

"No that was definitely weird. I've never seen Nylander do that before."

"Weird.." I looked back up and he was shaking his head laughing. "It's probably just because I'm new."

"Yeah that could be it."

We focused again on taking pictures throughout the game although I definitely started actually watching and cheering which Amy found hilarious. She ended up taking a picture of me when Montreal got a goal. There were a couple more awkward times where he just stared at me. One time he got a goal while never taking his eyes away from mine. I was definitely impressed but I always was with him so it wasn't exactly a surprise.

Toronto ended up winning unfortunately. 7-4. After the game was done Amy and I went to upload the pictures to a company hard drive as backup.

"We are going out drinking to celebrate your first day!"

"I'm hardly dressed for a club."

"Who cares everyone's gonna be drunk. I want to celebrate with you, get to know you better."

"Alright fine I'm down. Let's go!"

We went to a pretty lowkey bar that was close to the arena. We went up to the bar and sat down ordering two vodka cranberries. We just talked about what had brought us to where we were now. What happened in our lives. I really trusted her and I found myself thinking we were going to be best friends.

"I don't mean to interrupt your story but uh, William is in here."

"Oh?"

"Yeah behind us, 3 o'clock." I turned slightly to look and found him already staring with a grin on his lips.

"God how long has he been looking at me?"

"Since they sat down about 5 minutes ago."

"Unbelievable." I said scoffing. "What's his problem?"

"Maybe he wants to know you?"

"Then why wouldn't he come over here and talk to me?"

"We could go talk to them?"

"Amy! As if my anxious brain would ever let me approach a group of hockey players if I'm not forced to for work."

"Well maybe you won't have to. He's coming over."

"Oh for fuck sake." I downed the rest of my drink as he sat down on my right. Amy got up and went I don't know where. I turned to look at him.

"Hello." He murmured, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

"Uh hi."

"What are you having?"

"Vodka cranberry."

"A baby drink." He turned to the bartender and signalled for two more to be brought over.

"Yeah well."

"I'm William."

"(Y/n)."

"You're new." It wasn't a question but I treated it like one.

"Yes today was my first day."

"How was it? I noticed you not cheering for us."

"It was good. I've never been to a game so it was fun as well as work. And yes you noticed right. Toronto is not my hockey team."

"Ouch you wound me."

"Want a bandaid?"

"Pfft no I think I'll manage." He said with a chuckle. "You're funny."

"Yes I am. Thank you for noticing." I said with a grin.

"I like your smile."

"Shut up that's not even my real smile." I laughed.

"Yeah but I got one right there and i like it too." He smiled then frowned looking behind me.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm afraid my friends don't like that I'm over here talking to you."

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to steal you from your friends."

"You didn't, it's not that, I promise. It's uh.. complicated."

"Complicated how?"

"We have this agreement."

"What kind of agreement?"

"Man you ask a lot of questions."

"I'm sorry." I said blushing immediately.

"Don't be. We have an agreement to not talk to girls when we go drinking."

"Oh how come?"

"We're the rookies. Doesn't really look good on us to be seen with women all the time."

"So they're mad that I'm talking to you?"

"They think I'm trying to sleep with you."

"Are you?"

"Not right this moment." He said with a wink making me laugh.

"Then what are you doing William?" I asked, still smiling at him, resting my head on my hand.

"Making a good first impression I hope. Starting to get to know you perhaps?"

"Why?"

"You're very interesting. Intriguing even. I want to know you."

"That's bold of you to assume. I'm pretty boring you know. Nothing special here."

"I don't agree at all." He said seriously, holding my gaze with warm eyes. "Hey do you maybe want to get out of here?"

"Nylander, I thought you weren't trying to fuck?"

"I'm not. I'm just sick of the glares." he said pointing back to his table. I looked back and locked eyes with an angry Auston Matthews.

"Brr. If looks could kill I'd probably be dead right now."

"Let's go." I must have looked unconvinced because he added, "I promise you'll leave me with your virtue intact."

"Pfft it's hardly intact. What about my friend though?"

"Check your phone, I heard it vibrate, it might've been her." I stared at him hard. "What?"

"You heard it vibrate? In my winter coat pocket?"

"Um maybe it was something else but I thought it was a phone. I have good hearing."

"Ooohkay." I said taking my phone out. "Well you were right. Amy met up with her boyfriend and is headed home."

"So will you come with me?"

"I guess so." I shrugged putting my coat back on. I jumped off the stool and waited for him. "Lead the way."

"You're smaller than I thought."

"Sorry..?"

"No no you've got nothing to apologize for. I'm just usually not off with my perceptions."

"You're a strange one William." I said as he opened the door for me and we stepped out into the frigid winter air.

"You could say that yes." He said with a smile. "Would you be alright to walk around for a little bit? I love when it snows. Something about the snow falling at night is so peaceful."

"Yeah that would be fun. I agree. I love walking in the snow at night time."

"Do you often walk around Toronto at night?"

"No not often. I'm too paranoid to do it much."

"That's probably a good idea. You never know what dangers lurk out here at night."

"Crackheads." I said nodding solemnly, making his burst out laughing.

"That's not exactly what I meant but yes crackheads are not to be messed with."

"I'm more paranoid when no one is around. I think I hear things and I'm on red alert all the time. Sorry that's kinda weird."

"No, you're fine. I understand, although I'm much more nervous about people than I am the lack of them."

"How come?"

"People lie. People will pretend to like you. Learn your secrets and destroy you. It's very rare that I trust a person to get close to me at all."

"Do you trust me..?"

"Yes. You're different, I can tell. There's just something about you that makes me think you'd keep a secret to your dying breath."

"You're right about that. I'd never share something that wasn't mine to share unless someone was in immediate danger. Kinda like a therapist. Confidential until someone might die."

"That's a good way to be. No one likes a snitch." He said making me laugh.

"Dude aren't you cold?"

"No I'm fine."

"But you're just wearing that flimsy jacket. It can't be very warm."

"I promise you I am perfectly comfortable."

We walked around for a while longer talking about hockey mostly before we split ways to head home. As I was going down the steps to the subway I could've sworn I'd seen Auston glaring from across the road. I shook the thought, that would be crazy. I couldn't get past the feeling of being watched though so I made sure to lock up the windows and doors, even checking them twice before going to bed.

#toronto maple leafs #william nylander #william nylander x reader #leafs #maple leaf imagine #maple leafs #mitch marner #auston matthews #kasperi kapanen #morgan rielly #vampire #halloween

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astranne · 5 years ago

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what would’ve happened if oikawa torū went to shiratorizawa

yeahh,,, the title already says what this headcanon is about :))

sorry for the late update, but my personal life is kinda shitty now and i just couldn’t get things done

So,,, i only watched the anime and i have no idea when the whole shit between Oikawa and Ushijima started, but I think it was in Middle School and got only worse when they went to High School

But since Oikawa joined Aoba Seijoh it makes no freaking sense when he suddenly goes to Shiratorizawa

So, I think that Oikawa always admired Ushijima and lowkey wants to set for him one day (even when he denies this)

Despite being obvious to many things, Ushijima is smart when it’s related to Volleyball (idk if this is true,,, just lemme be)

In the future he’s known as the ‘left-handed cannon’ (or so I think) and many think he’s a brute who just smashes the ball

But he’s not. He wants to make his father proud and his father wouldn’t be proud of a dumb son who just smashes mindlessly some balls

Since he’s young, he reads anything related to Volleyball. Analyses, strategies, the best teams, anything.

Ushijima has always been a silent boy, he lets his actions speak. This gives him the opportunity to observe people around him

Because of this, he’s able to spot talent and good players in the mass of still young children

So he notices Oikawa and Iwaizumi. The two have known each other since childhood, they have a trust in each other not many have and especially,,, Iwazumi keeps Oikawa in check. Without Iwaizumi, Oikawa would be a beast and destroy everyone in his way, despite his cheery face

When Ushijima applies to Shiratorizawa he states that he will only play for them if they get Oikawa and Iwaizumi too

Coach Washijō is first rather pissed at this cheeky little brat called Ushijima Wakatoshi, but then goes to a match to see these two

He immediately notices that Oikawa is the best setter in the whole prefecture, since he knows exactly how to use all his teammates with their best. And his ace, Iwaizumi helps him with it

The coach talks to both of them and at first Oikawa is irritated, especially when he sees Ushijima with the coach

(The two already have a rivalry, so naturally Oikawa is pissed)

When then Ushijima tells him to come to Shiratorizawa, because he will lose with another team, Oikawa fucking wants to punch this little asshole

But then he stops for a second and takes a second look

Ushijima never meant to offend him, he just stated the obvious since he doesn’t know differently. Oikawa knows bluntness, hell, Iwaizumi is bluntness in person, but Ushijima takes it to another level

“You really don’t know how to talk with people, do you Ushiwaka?” And Ushijima blinks and answers calmly, but also confused: “But we are talking?”

And Oikawa understands. Ushijima never wanted to offend him, to hurt him, he just told him what would the best way for him since he knows that Oikawa is a very good volleyball player and setter.

“Are you brats finally finished? Ushijima won’t play for Shiratorizawa if you two don’t come and I won’t let other schools take such good players from me.”

(Iwaizumi is also slightly confused, why he’s invited too, but then the Coach snarks at him. “Why wouldn’t I invite you too? You keep Shiratorizawa’s setter in check. Furthermore, do you know how good two players are, especially a setter and an ace, who know each other for years?”)

After this day, Ushijima is somewhat friends with Oikawa and Iwaizumi. Ushijima is maybe socially awkward, but the three never really have any drama, maybe some misunderstandings, but with the time, the three get to know each other better

Listen,,, we all know Tendou is Ushijima’s best friend,,, but now Ushijima is friend with Oikawa,,, Tendou and Oikawa,,, the chaos,,, the pain they cause their own teammates and their so called ‘enemies’

(Tendou totally teaches Oikawa to look/smile like he’s crazy, just to scare some setters or other teams)

Their fellow first years don’t really know of whom they should be terrified. Oikawa, that scarry cheery setter, his best friend Iwaizumi, who has clearly some aggression problems, Tendou, uhm- that crazy middle blocker or freaking Ushijima, who’s just tall, but so silent and looks so freaking powerful.

Since Oikawa is the better setter then Semi, Semi focuses on his pinch serves, but the two often train together as setters

Ushijima becomes of course the ace of the team, but Iwaizumi becomes a starter too. Since the two also train together, Iwaizumi becomes a even better spiker

All in one, the four are terrifying group and take Shiratorizawa further than anyone before

After their first nationals, Shiratorizawa ranks 4th, after loosing against Inarizaki

Shiratorizawa trains harder than before, Oikawa becomes obsessed with winning the nationals and takes his obsesssion to a new level. (Iwaizumi totally screams/beats some sense into him)

Anywhore,,, the team wants to win and they walz every team to the ground and somehow manage to win the Spring Nationals

But they still aren’t satisfied, since it was a hard win and they almost lost to Itachiyama

Call them petty and proud (cause that’s what they are) but they want to be the real winners. Everybody knows of Itachiyama or Inarizaki, but not everybody knows about Shiratirizawa, even when they are a proud powerhouse and ranked rather high the previous years. They want to win the nationals and show everybody that they are the best

After the nationals, Ushijima and Oikawa are invited to the All Japan Camp (or whatever it’s called) while Tendou and Iwaizumi go to the Youth Camp (totally to go spying :))

Since Shiratorizawa won the nationals, everybody knows now of the brilliant setter, who seems to be either a freaking genius or a monster, since he fits in every team, no matter what and can take out 100% and better out of them. And the left handed ace, who breaks through (almost) every wall

Ushijima and Oikawa are a terrifying force on the court and the U-19 coaches want the on the team. They are almost insulted when both say no, but understand that they want to wait for a year

“We are still first years, we only played a year together. I am honored, really and I am sure Oikawa is too, but Shiratorizawa needs to win the nationals again. Please ask us again in a year.”

(The coaches are still a little bit mad, but then Oikawa comes with an absolute mad man plan.)

“But if we could train with the team, starting this year, then I’m sure Japan would be even more fearsome in the internationals and actually win them.”

“Oikawa, you should spend less time with Tendou, you start acting like him.” “What’s wrong with that?!” “You are scaring the coaches.”

When Oikawa and Ushijima tell their Coach about it, he screams at them for a full hour and let’s them run to their next practice match, ‘for being cheeky little asshole brats, with no respect’

Tendou is so proud of Oikawa, while Iwaizumi just wants to bang his head against the wall (he will never leave Oikawa alone with anyone, never again)

Anyway,,, some timeskip ‘cause I’m impatient

Shiratorizawa wins the nationals again and this time,,, more clear and without 5 sets, but four

Many of Shiratorizawa are ranked in the national volleyball list. Ushijima as number one ace, Iwaizumi number 5 (after Ushijima needed to sit out for a game, cause he hurt himself and Iwaizumi played in his position) Oikawa is setter number one, Shirabu is setter number 6 (uhm- well Shiratorizawa doesn’t like to talk about it, but Oikawa started a,,, uhm- fight with Asumu Miya, bitching about who would be the better setter and the coach took him out for some sets) Tendou is middle blocker number one and proudly carries the name ‘guess monster’

So, naturally, everybody expected them to win the Spring Nationals (which they did, but yeah)

Anywhore,,,, Ushijima and Oikawa had some trainings with the U-19 team, but ‘really’ started in their second year. Since they still/need to train with their team, their timetable is packed

Japan maybe doesn’t win in the internationals but they rank high, 5th place which is better than the last years (i have no idea about this,, but yeahh-)

Let me set one thing clear,,, Oikawa still has fangirls. But they are from Shiratorizawa,,, and after he won the nationals, he seems to have a freaking army of these girls. And when he and Ushijima rank high in the internationals,,, well- his fans were very enthusiastic

Listen. Shiratirozawa has clearly more class than Aoba Johsei,,, fight me but it’s true (they are a freaking private school) so his fans,,, are less crazy about him, but also support his team. Which means that every member of the Shiratorizawa Volleyball team has some fangirls. And after winning the nationals their fanbase only grows

Anywhore,,, they win both nationals (they have to play against Inarizaki both times and both times Inarizaki wins two sets) (annoying brat twins, Oikawa would say) so everybody knows that winning the nationals gets more difficult

In their third year, Iwaizumi takes Goshiki under his wing (Ushijima helps too), while Oikawa and Semi train more with Shirabu. Since they go after a year, Shiratorizawa still needs a master setter and a perfect ace

The Coach doesn’t like to admit it, but his method to make just one player perfect and the axle of the team, is not perfect. There is a reason why Oikawa is the captain and Ushijima the vice-captain of the team. Shiratorizawa still can be an intense force in this way

Now

Karasuno doesn’t play against Aoba Johsei in their first selection of the nationals, they play against Shiratorizawa and still loose

But

They can take one set, but then Oikawa went full beast modus since he really doesn’t want Kageyama to win. After all, there is a reason why he plays for Japan, together with Ushijima

After the game, Ushijima asks Kageyama, why he didn’t come to Shiratorizawa, since his talent is wasted with Karasuno, especially when he has been taught by Oikawa. Kageyama admits that he wanted to go to Shiratorizawa, but he failed the exams. Ushijima blinks and says: “You should’ve studied harder. Shiratorizawa is an elite school, they expect good grades. But... you will take Karasuno far, especially with your number ten. You control him good, especially since he’s practically a waste on the court.”

Karasuno was offended as hell, especially Hinata, until Iwaizumi sighs and apologizes.

“Ushijima isn’t good with words, what he means... number ten. Work on your technique. If you train good and hard, you and Kageyama will be an incredible force on the court. But don’t get to high hopes. As long Shittykawa and Ushijima are part of the team, nobody else, than Shiratorizawa, will go to the nationals. He’s fucking obsessed with it... but he also has to show a good performance, both of them, since they are in the U-19 Japan team.”

(So,, maybe Karasuno manages to make it into the nationals in the third year :), but that doesn’t matter anymoreee)

Anywhore,,, they still manage to win both nationals (of course) but not without some drama. Oikawa picks a fight with the Miya twins, but behind their back, he bullies their way into the U-19 team (after the first nationals) Nobody knows about it, until they get an invite for the team.

Listen. At first, Osamu wanted to stop with volleyball after High School, but then he and his brother get invited to the U-19 team and he,,, suddenly gains a new passion for volleyball. Atsumu naturally notices and they both start to train harder. They create new attacks, especially after Oikawa taunts them that some little first years of Karasuno have too some freak quick attack which is similar to their own. (They totally sneak to some games of Karasuno and spy on them) Osamu doesn’t want a little shit of a raven (uhm- Hinata) to be quicker and better than him, especially when this little number ten is a freaking middle blocker.

So, Osamu takes notes of Date Tech (and other powerhouses with strong blocks) and Atsumu trains with him (all this happens while Oikawa gackles evily)

U-19 Japan suddenly plays with two setters on the court and with two strong wing spikers. The other countries were slightly surprised, since it’s rather uncommon to play with two setters, especially international

(Some coaches/teams are totally freaked out by the twin freak attack (as everybody calls it) (you know which one? the one Kageyama and Hinata stop) especially since they can pull it from everywhere)

Also,,, after the Miya twins joined the team, the tension between them and Oikawa suddenly vanished, after he stopped being so creepy with them (they also saw how Ushijima punched Oikawa without looking and said: “Stop being rude. I will tell Iwaizumi.” When Oikawa starts to whine like a freaking child, Ushijima just scolds him like a parent and forbid him to spend more time with Tendou

So,,, the four totally go along and actually bond, after Ushijima forces them to sit down and talks (as his teammates suggsested after someone fought) (Ushijima ust being a freaking bean- I can’t-)

Anyway

They finally win the internationals and many teams want now the four, but also their teams (Shiratorizawa and Inarizaki) but Iwaizumi doesn’t want to go professional, as well Tendou (which many say is a waste of talent, but oh well-)

In their last nationals, Inarizaki and Shiratorizawa play against each other again and yeahh,,, I’m unsure,,, should Shiratorizawa or Inarizaki win? It’s a close win, that’s for sure,,, but... the twins train together with Ushijima and Oikawa, and they know now how Shiratorizawa plays, the same goes for Shiratorizawa

Anywhore,,,

I know that after the time-skip, Oikawa plays for Argentina, but after my time-skip, Oikawa plays for Japan, together with the twins and Ushijima. I also want them all in the Schweiden Alders,,, just because I can :)

Also,,, it would be funny how Ushijima and Hinata would play against each other, as well Kageyama and Oikawa :)

finally finished :D

again, i’m sorry for the late update. i didn’t edit it, i will do this some time later

#haikyuu #oikawa torū #ushijima wakatoshi #tendou satori #miya twins #osamu miya #atsumu miya #shiratorizawa #oikaw should have gone to shiratorizawa #iwaizumi hajime #headcanons #justhugefangirl creates {🌹}#justhugefangirl writes {🥀}

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yet-another-fan-girl9 · 5 years ago

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Inhuman (8)

Summary: All beings in the universe have a soulmate except for Midgardians. People can hear their soulmate in their heads. For almost five hundred and fifty years, Loki believed that he had no soulmate until 1513 when a Midgardian princess was born. Will fate be kind to them or will the universe tear them apart?

Warnings: violence, language, hella historical inaccuracies (I tried to do research but then got lazy), maybe some AOS spoilers(?)

Word Count: ~3000

A/N: Screw schedules. I know it’s been a long, hot minute, but yeah... enjoy and please don’t be mad at me. (Scroll to the end to see how I picture Max, Liam, and Izzy in my head)

[Upstate New York, June 2024]

It was warming up outside, but nobody went out unless it was for exercise. They were too focused on finding the Kree. Sometimes, when you slept well and had enough motivation, you went on a quick ten mile run in the morning.

Today was one of those mornings and you needed to clear your head before you spent the whole day thinking. The morning air was still cool and a thick mist had settled on the fields and forests around the compound. The water droplets dampened your shorts and tank top. You passed Steve and Bucky a few times, they were probably running the distance of a marathon or two.

Once you finished, you strolled back into the compound and wiped off all the dew with a towel. You went to the kitchen and rifled through the fridge for breakfast. You ended up with a couple of apples. Someone walked into the room behind you and when you turned around, you noticed it was Loki. A smile spread across your face.

“Do you want something to eat?” You held an apple out to him and took a bite out of the second one. He accepted your offer and you sat next to each other at the counter.

“Did you go on a run?” Loki asked and you nodded, mouth full of the fruit. “Why would you run on purpose?”

You swallowed and cleared your throat. “Well, it’s like training. Helps me fight longer and all that.”

“I thought your Inhuman powers took care of that.”

“Still. I bet I can beat you in a race. Anyways, it also helps me clear my head.”

“I suppose we would need a clear mind for today. Have you thought of any plans?”

“No. Actually, yes, but it’s not very safe.”

“I know what you mean. Many of my ideas involve people to sacrifice themselves.”

You laughed, “Of course they do.”

“Is that a scar?” Loki asked after a moment. “I didn’t think you were able to get scars.”

“Oh, yeah,” you exclaimed and looked at your left knee. “Funny story actually. Short version, during the second World War, I ran into Steve and Bucky. The other Howling Commandos, a special group of soldiers, and I were messing around with Steve’s shield and it cut me somehow. That’s how I learned wounds from Vibranium weapons and shit cause me to heal like a normal person.” Steve and Bucky walked into the kitchen, finished with their run. “Speak of the devil,” you joked.

“What?” Steve looked back and forth between you and Loki.

“Ah, it’s nothing,” you waved the question away. “Just talking about the scar your shield gave me back in 1944.”

“I’m sorry again, about that. Sorry,” he stuttered while his face turned red. Everyone else in the room laughed

“It’s okay, Steve. It was a long time ago.” You stood up and stretched. “I’ve gotta go clean up now. See you guys later.” You sent Loki one last wink before you disappeared around the corner.

🌹

Everyone stared at the map displayed on a screen. Red dots marked every location a Kree was spotted, but those blue bastards had evaded you all. F.R.I.D.A.Y. had been picking up fewer sightings of them and it really killed team morale. Maybe the Kree were using their invisibility technology or some other secret technology, but Inhumans across the country were still disappearing.

You had hoped that one of your people on the inside would have figured out a way to escape or contact you in some way. How were the Kree able to continue to abduct Inhumans without being caught by Tony’s tech?

Any new ideas since the last time I asked? You looked at Loki.

Since you last asked five minutes ago? No.

It’s just so quiet in here. I need some kind of stimulation to keep me awake.

Eventually, Steve pulled you away from the rest of the group.

“I’m beginning to worry that we’re going to need to go ahead with your plan,” he whispered and looked at everyone working their brains.

“Lots of them, most of them would probably oppose the idea.” You glanced at Loki who was fiddling with a pencil. “But I think you’re right. We have to go through with it.”

“It’s your plan. You should tell everyone.”

You nodded and walked to the front of the room. When you cleared your throat, they all looked up.

“Unfortunately, we’re not really getting anywhere by sitting here and thinking,” you began. “We have to act soon. I have a plan that many of you won’t like.”

“I assume it involves putting yourself in danger,” Loki guessed.

“Well, yes. Basically, I’m going to get myself captured by the Kree.”

“That’s a terrible fucking idea,” said Natasha.

“Absolutely idiotic,” agreed Max.

You could get hurt or die, Loki warned.

“I know all the risks. The Kree will bring me to wherever their hideout is and I can tell you how to get there.”

“How will you do that?” Tony crossed his arms. “I’m sure the Kree will confiscate any communication devices.”

“I have a direct communication that I’m ninety percent sure the Kree can’t remove. Anyways, I tell you all where the hideout is and you attack from the outside while the captured Inhumans and I attack from within.”

“If we’re going to attack, shouldn’t we have everyone?” Sam Wilson asked. “I mean some of my bones are still broken and Wanda hasn’t woken up since the first fight with the Kree. She’s really powerful and we need her.”

“I guess I can check to see if there’s a healer still out there.”

“You couldn’t have done that earlier?”

You only shrugged in response. “You never asked.”

“What’s your super reliable communication?” asked Steve.

You made eye contact with Loki and replied, “It had better be reliable.”

Loki rolled his eyes at the light threat while Max hid a snort.

Should we tell them? you looked at your soulmate.

I want to win part two of the bet.

Of course you do.

“This is a very risky plan,” Nat pointed out again.

“I know. I know the risks and I’m prepared for anything there Kree can do to me.”

“I don’t like this,” Loki said out loud.

“You don’t have to like this, but I’m doing it anyways.”

Nobody responded this time so you nodded and left the room to prepare.

The sound of heavy footsteps behind you made you turn around to see Loki’s brother, the God of Thunder. He caught up with you and began walking with you.

“You are my brother's soulmate, yes?” Thor asked. Surprisingly, this was one of the first times you talked to him.

“Um, yeah, I am. How long have you known?”

“Ah, from the night you showed up. I know my brother. He-I had to talk him into seeing you for the first time all those years ago.”

“Thank you for that. We had lots of great times together before, you know.”

“I do know. When you disappeared, Loki really withdrew from everyone. It hurts losing a soulmate, losing a special connection to someone else.”

“I’m sorry. When that happened, so many new things were happening in my life. I didn’t have anyone who knew about Loki. Nobody knew about soulmates.”

“What I want to say is be careful. I saw Loki lose you once, I don’t want him to lose you again.”

“I understand. I feel like I just got him back and I wouldn’t throw my life away.”

“So your ‘reliable communication’ is the connection?” Thor tapped his temple.

“You know it’s been reforged?”

“Loki’s been acting more and more like he used to when he first met you. He would chuckle out loud or roll his eyes at the randomest moments, completely unprompted.”

You smiled, picturing Loki outwardly reacting to you.

“I will survive for him. I—We will survive.”

🌹

Loki walked into your room to find all of your weapons on the large bed. You looked up and greeted him with a small smile.

“Please, don’t do this.”

“I have to, Loki. You know that I’m not the biggest fan of this idea either.”

“Then you can—”

“How many times am I going to have this conversation with people? Unless someone comes up with a better, safer plan, I’m going through with this.”

“You can stay. We can brainstorm longer.”

“I’m a queen, and it’s like my subjects are being taken and killed. I can’t keep doing nothing. I have to act.” He nodded and you went back to sorting through your weapons.

“This is a nice knife,” Loki observed and picked up the weapon. “You’re not taking it?”

“Not if the Kree are going to confiscate it. You can bring it to me, though.”

“When we come rescue you?” He pocketed the knife.

“As if I need to be rescued.” You walked over to him and handed him one of your favorite guns. He took the weapon, but your touch lingered. “I’ll be safe and I’ll come back.”

It felt like you should say something, but neither of you did.

🌹

“This is the last place an Inhuman disappeared, so we’ll drop you here,” Steve pointed to a map. “The Kree will probably find you there. We’ll give you a few tracking devices. Just in case. Hold out your arm, please.”

You complied and Banner injected something into your forearm. You frowned at the sting and rubbed the spot a bit.

“This is just a tracker. We’ll slip a few more into your pockets and shit,” Tony explained.

“The Kree will probably deactivate them,” you reminded them.

“It doesn’t hurt to try.”

“Alright,” you faced everyone. “See you guys later, hopefully. Uh, the healer, Carmen, will be here later, along with others. Max should be able to, you know, confirm their identity.”

“I will. You stay safe.”

“You too.” You gave your best friend a hug. “I’ll see you later.”

You hugged Izzy, Liam, and Bucky next. Then you turned to Loki. He wrapped his arms around your body. You nestled your head into his chest.

Find me.

I will. Don’t die, please.

You too. I don’t want you to be distracted while you’re worrying about me. Focus on yourself.

The two of you finally pulled apart and you nodded at Steve. He led you from the room, you kept waving at everyone until they were out of sight. You and Steve walked to the hanger in silence, and you remained in silence until you were in the air.

“Are you sure about this? It’s your last chance to back out.”

“Do we have any other plans? Any other options? I have to do this. You have to trust me.”

Steve nodded and quietly looked out the quinjet’s window.

“There’s something I haven’t had the chance to talk about,” he said with a sly grin. You raised your eyebrow. “So you and Loki have… made up.”

“Oh, yeah, we have.” You shrugged and looked away.

“Do soulmates have perks or something?”

“Erm, why do you ask?”

“Sometimes I get the feeling that you can read each other’s minds or something.”

“Aw, damn it,” you groaned after a moment of silence. “Yeah, soulmates have a telepathic connection. How did you figure it out before Nat?”

“Did you guys have a bet or something?” Steve laughed. “Because honestly, that wouldn’t be a surprise.”

“Of course we have a bet. I won the first round, but he doesn’t need to know he’s won the second round.”

“Do you love him?”

“What?” The question caught you off guard.

“I probably don’t know Loki as much as you do, or much at all, but I can tell he loves you. He’s happier around you.”

“Loki was my best friend for the longest time. I loved him then, I love him now, and I loved him every moment in between. It’s not something we can lose or forget, no matter what trials and tribulations we go through.”

The jet touched the ground and the mood darkened. You took a breath and stood up. You said your goodbyes, no, your ‘see you later’s to Steve. It felt as if time was running double the speed, backwards, and in slow motion all at the same time. You walked down the ramp and gave Steve one last wave.

You just stood on the empty sidewalk for a moment, watching the jet disappear. You moved over to an outdoor café and took a seat. People watching got boring quickly. You weren’t really on social media, it can sometimes warrant unwanted attention as someone trying to keep a low profile. Without anything else to do you opened your emails. There’s no better time to catch up on work while waiting for war.

A tall man appeared at your table, blocking your sun. You ignored him until he didn’t move. You glared up at him before he grabbed your arm and pulled you away from the café.

“What the fuck?” you swore. Somehow none of the pedestrians batted an eye at you. He bound your wrists together. “Is that really necessary?”

The man pulled up his sleeve to reveal a Kree’s vambrace. He activated something, most likely an EMP as a nearby lamp flickered out, and dragged you into an alley.

“You’re a Kree, but,” you looked at its pink skin. “How?”

He didn’t answer and instead he shoved a gag into your mouth before you were pushed into something, hitting your head in the process. If you had to guess, it was a ship turned invisible. The Kree got in after you, his skin blue again. You felt the ship shakily take off and the small ache in your head was already fading.

They’ve got me, you reported to Loki.

I saw the trackers shut off. Are you okay? You could feel his worry through the connection and it certainly didn’t help your own confidence.

Yes, but I’m on a ship. Tell the others that in addition to invisibility, the Kree can change their fucking skin color to look human. That’s how so many Inhumans went missing without us being notified.

The small ship rattled and you felt weightless. You were in space. If you weren’t in the process of being kidnapped, you might have smiled. You remembered, a long, long time ago, looking at the stars. When you were a princess, before you had even met Loki, you used the stars as a way to temporarily escape the drama your father always seemed to be in. Back then, being amongst the stars was an impossibility, something centuries away. Now, centuries later, you were here.

The ship slowed, the change in speed forcing you to become more alert. The small craft shook some more and you could only assume that meant you were docking.

I think we’ve arrived at the main ship. It shouldn’t be too far from when we left the atmosphere. The trip took seven minutes and forty-two seconds.

Alright, Stark has set up a sonar to scan in that area. He stopped, but you knew, you could feel that he wanted to say more. I- I know I’ve already said this, but be careful. I- I can’t lose you again.

I’ll stay safe, as much as I can. Don’t worry about me too much, I don’t want to lose you either.

The Kree got out, pulling you along after him. Two more Kree with blasters at the ready appeared and flanked you as the first Kree marched you down the space craft’s halls. Every door along the hall was shut except for one. You could see someone watching you, their face peeking out. You drew closer and you recognized the face as Derik, the pyrotechnic taken during the fight in Illinois.

You made eye contact with the man but you saw no recognition behind his eyes. He was just a spectator. You refrained from talking to him, he probably wasn’t allowed to watch, and you didn’t want to draw any unwanted Kree attention.

The Kree finally brought you out of the hallway. The room you entered was rounded, actually it was a dodecagon but that didn’t matter in the moment. Holographic screens hung behind a chair with multiple straps on it.

The Kree briefly uncuffed you to put you into the chair, but you doubted you could take on three Kree Reapers in their territory so you let them strap you in. One strap on each arm and leg, and one across your waist. The Kree who strapped you in knew he tightened them too tightly. He didn’t use the strap by your head, not yet at least.

“Inhuman number three hundred and twelve,” a Kree’s deep voice said behind you. “Powers?”

Another Kree scanned you with his vambrace and you heard the same list from before.

“Species: Inhuman. Abilities: enhanced human body, strength, healing, combat, memory, and speed. Threat: high.”

“Wait, did you say ‘three hundred and twelve?’ Am I the three hundred and twelfth Inhuman?”

“Mark the Inhuman and get the Truncheon.”

If they had captured three hundred and twelve Inhumans, how many more have they killed?

I think they have over three hundred Inhumans already, you reported back to Loki before repeating your unanswered questions out loud.

“Hey, you fuckers,” you shouted when they ignored you again. “I’m fucking talking to you.”

“You may think you are important,” one Kree said as another approached you with a dagger in hand. “You may even be slightly on your small planet, but that is not you anymore.”

The Kree with the dagger carved ‘312’ into your shoulder. The cut stung and when you didn’t feel it start to heal, you knew it was Vibranium. The Kree left your line of sight but he reappeared shortly after. He had traded out the dagger for another weapon. A cube on a stick. It must be the Truncheon mentioned earlier.

“You are not a leader anymore.”

The Kree swung the weapon at you and everything went dark.

Max:

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nachohypno · 5 years ago

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Nate and Dave Ch. 12

I feel like weekends are particularly exciting ever since Dave started hanging out with me, like a week or two ago. Is it bad that I already forgot how life was without a werewolf soulmate looking out for me? I feel like I’ve known him for my entire life, and he just moved to the town like two years ago.

Back to what I was saying. My ‘dates’ with Dave consisted of going to the forest and just having a good laugh, or staying at his/my room and cuddling a lot. At school, it was a bit more difficult, due to reasons you may already know.

But, we’re coming to terms with our relationship and veeeeery slowly, we’re opening up for the public.

That’s also what I had planned for today’s date. A good sunny Saturday noon, perfect for spending the day with the guy I love in a public place like the shopping street.

Besides, I’d like to resume my little investigation project. I already know about Dave’s behavior at school, he acts like he owns the place and he pretty much does. At the forest, he apparently feels at ‘his element’ with his inner wolf. In the bedroom, or more specifically, in the bed, he’s a king.

Out in the real world… He’s still good. Surprisingly, the guy was apparently born to be the best.

I didn’t put much effort on my looks. A plain purple shirt and some jeans would do the trick. When the time to leave had come, Dave waited for me in his car in front of my house. The jock ditched his varsity jacket in favor of a black tank top and sunglasses. He looked pumped up, so I wondered if he just left the gym or something.

“Ready to hit the forest? Pretty ready to fetch the stick today” He said, as I entered the car and sat down. He pulled me in for a kiss, before finishing with a swift “Or I could fetch your stick, bruh… If ya catch my drift.”

“Well, while that sounds interesting” I could see his smile growing a little. “… I thought about having a change of plans. Wanna go to the shopping street we got your collar at?”

“Uh… yeah… but I thought we were trying to avoid being together out in public?” The jock asked, confusion was pretty clear in his voice. “I mean, not that I care, just don’t want you to feel uncomfortable—”

“And I’m not! If anything, I don’t think I’ve been pretty fair with you by asking to keep our thing a secret. And we’re both adults so… there shouldn’t be a problem with us just… hanging out and doing goofy boyfriend stuff?” I replied. I wasn’t lying, I did feel bad sometimes when I thought about how I would feel if my boyfriend asked me to act like I didn't know him.

And luckily, Dave wasn’t going to complain. He took off the sunglasses and looked at me with his beautiful blue puppy eyes.

“I love doing goofy boyfriend stuff with you,” He said, the flirty tone returning. “and if anyone tries to hurt you, I’ll protect you. Nothing to worry ‘bout, it’ll be a perfect date!” Dave put on his glasses once again, before grabbing the wheel and starting to drive away from my house.

‘Okay, too late to go back now. I’m doing this for him!’ I thought, reassuring myself that it was the right thing to do. Of course, we could wait until high school is over in a few couple months, but I felt like Dave would love to have me around during his ‘king of the school’ years. Kinda sure he’ll take back that role at college, but maybe it’ll ease the ‘blow’ for everyone when we go to the prom together?

…Not like anyone will say anything though, the big guy has the whole place on his paw!

Geez, being the soulmate of the alpha jock in school is the best thing ever. I just love him so much!

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We got around the shopping street quite fast. Dave is a good driver, and focuses on the driveway to avoid causing an incident. Every time we stop at a light, he likes to take a few moments to check on how I’m doing or to make some nice chit chat.

The jock parked once we arrived, and reached over to grab his stuff at the glove compartment (Taking the chance to steal a quick kiss from me before hopping out of the car). I smiled, and followed him out of the car.

As any other normal Saturday, the shopping street was pretty crowded. Different girls and guys going around in couples or groups, some people handing out pamphlets or performing in the middle of the street. You could even see people dressed as famous cartoon characters and taking pictures with the children.

Dave intertwined his hand with mine. It gave me a bit of the chills, causing me to pull back and leave his hand there.

I couldn’t see Dave’s eyes due to the sunglasses, but he seemed to be sad and confused at my sudden change of mind. “I-I’m… sorry…” I said, before grabbing Dave’s hand again, and holding on to it.

“Everythin’ okay?” The werewolf asked, looking at me with concern. I nodded, slowly. “Yeah, just a reflex. Still haven’t gotten used to this, huh.”

We both sighed in relief, starting to walk towards the shops past the parking lot.

I wished I could see his eyes through the sunglasses though. Not gonna lie, his attire was pretty hot (Kind of inappropriate due to the incoming winter, but I assumed he wasn’t cold at all). And I feel like I could have done better myself…

“What’re we doing today, bruh?” He asked, as we walked away from the car.

I haven’t thought about that. Shit.

I looked around, quickly. I couldn’t come up with anything good, and just threw the first thing that clung to my mind. “I thought we could… buy some new clothes…?” It was lame and I wanted the earth to eat me.

But, Dave agreed with me. “Sure. Sounds like good fun.” I couldn’t tell if he was joking, but the jockboy just stared at me and waited for my reaction.

“Wait, you’re okay with it?”

He nodded, his smile growing bigger. “I mean, Lee used to drag me with her and make me hold her bags. I won’t mind if my soulmate wants to do the same, and I love spending time with you so… I think it’ll be fun, babe.”

Okay, I’m not a big ‘fashion fan’ or whoever it’s called. As you may have seen, I don’t pay much attention to my appearance besides the normal stuff to being seen as a respectable townie.

You’ll usually see me wearing nerdy tees with cartoons or jokes printed on them, paired with some jeans or shorts depending on the time of the year. I don’t have a body to show off, being pretty average with my not-really-big belly but not thin either.

Dave, on the other hand, looked good with anything. He does have the body to show off, and I assume that was helping his confidence quite a bit (Maybe besides the point that he can crack anyone’s skull if he gets mad enough at them).

We entered a men clothing store. The place was pumping some background music, but it wasn’t loud enough to be annoying and make me not hear my own thoughts.

The people behind the counter barely noticed us, until a woman that seemed to be in her thirties waved and said something like “Hey guys, looking for something in particular?”

“Not really, just gonna check around with my bruh” Dave answered, giving me a good smile before taking off his sunglasses and placing them at the tank top’s neck. Maybe he didn’t want to seem like an asshole who wears sunglasses at interiors? Who knows.

He stared at me for a bit longer, before moving to a few racks of tees and pants. I didn’t know what he was looking for, I was mildly paralyzed because I haven’t thought so far ahead. I took a long deep breath, before regaining my cool and walking over to Dave. “Saw something cool?”

The werewolf jock nodded, taking a green tee that seemed a bit fitted for my taste, and some leggings. “Wanna try these out? Bet ya look great on these.” Man, he seemed to be enjoying this shopping stuff more than I. Not gonna pop his bubble though.

“Uhm… sure, I’ll give them a try.” I answered, grabbing what he had picked for me and walking over to a few dressing stalls at another room, next to the bathrooms.

I felt a bit ridiculous, honestly. I undressed and left my regular clothes on a little bench, before putting on what Dave picked for me. ‘If he picked something for me, then I get to pick something for him, right?’ I thought to myself.

“Hey, Dave?” I called for him, but got no answer. Huh, maybe he’s a bit far? That doesn’t make sense though, he has heightened senses!

A minute or so later, the guy entered the dressing stall and looked at me. “Hey, lookin’ pretty good.” He said, almost whispering. I don’t know if they allow two people to be in the same stall, but we can just pass as two bros helping each other out, right?

“Huh, y’think so? Never used fitted tees before.” It didn’t look half as good as it would look on Dave. Never been too athletic, so I had nothing to show off, as mentioned before.

“I mean, you look great with everything, even better when you wear nothing, babe” That was a bit of a lame flirting attempt, but still, highly appreciated. I looked at myself in the mirror, and he took advantage of the moment to wrap his arms around me. “Should I leave or—”

“No, it’s cool. I like it here…” I tried to move my head to face him, but he surprised me with a mouth invasion. I loved everything about it. The taste, his smell, his movements, everything was great. “…I like you” I changed my words at the last second after the kiss was over.

“I love you, my soulmate. And hey, you look really good in those clothes.” A quick smooch on my cheek before letting go of me. “Mind if you pick something for me? Be fun about it if ya want, I’ll take whatever you choose.” Great! Just as I expected!

And he gave me an idea. One that would activate my dom vein. “Really? Huh… Wanna be a good puppy boy and zone out for me, then?”

It didn’t take any effort from my part.

Dave zoned out like he usually did, tongue lolling out and blankly looking forward. “Let’s see… drop the shirt and give me a good smile” I ordered, hoping that there wouldn’t be people at the other stalls or an employee next to us.

Of course, Dave did as told, revealing his sculpted body with short fuz (He likes to keep himself smooth, but being a werewolf can make that hard, apparently) as his tongue went back in. His face now showed a perfect dumb smile.

“What size of clothing do you wear, puppy boy?” I whispered.

“I wear L, bruh…” He mumbled his answer before his face became stiff once again. Walking out of the stall but making sure the curtain was well closed so no one would wander in and find the dazed werewolf, I went towards the clothing racks.

I wasn’t planning on playing the fashionista nor anything but… A red speedo was the first thing I grabbed. I don’t know if they’re good for using them as a normal underwear but Dave would look hot on them.

A bright yellow long sleeved shirt that seemed pretty fit, combined with some black jean shorts. He would look funny, probably. It was his request!

After grabbing the clothes, I walked back to the dressing stalls and entered Dave’s. Luckily, the shop’s employees seemed to be busy drinking coffee and gossiping at the counter.

Dave still looked perfect. And seeing him in his zoned out state always made my cock twitch for a bit. I smiled at the perfect view, and gave him a quick kiss.

“Now, strip naked, big guy” I ordered, still in whispers. He didn’t answer, but did as I said. Soon, he was showing off his body in all his naked glory. His cock was rock hard, of course. My puppy boy was always ready for action!

“Put this on” I handed him the red speedo, and he moved almost robotically, with lazy movements, as he got the speedo to cover his big junk.

…It was still completely visible though, so it wouldn’t do a good job without something on top of it. “Wait… let me pose you, got it?” Dave nodded. I grabbed his arms and made him flex, like some kind of statue or mannequin. He still had his dumb smile and blank stare, so he looked like some kind of beach boy.

“Good puppy boy,” I praised him, scratching the back of his ear. He didn’t react to it, but I guess he would appreciate the praise. “Now, these ones…” I handed him the shorts and shirt.

Okay, I have an awful fashion sense, but he still managed to look really hot. The shirt clung tightly to his body muscles, and the jeans managed to hide the big erection that escaped the speedo.

I grabbed his arms again, and made him pose like the “I had to do it to ‘em” meme, just for a good laugh.

“You can wake up now, puppy boy” I mumbled, and stared as he regained his senses.

“Whut… How’d it go?” Dave tried to ask, before looking at himself in the mirror. “Damn… Do I look hot?”

“You always do, big guy.”

“I know, but do I look hot to you? You’re the one that matters here.” Aww. I felt myself blushing a bit, before nodding.

“You look stunningly hot.” I replied. He leaned in for another long kiss, before we changed off the clothes. We still had to pay for them!

“Huh, never thought about a speedo,” He mumbled, before looking at me. “Now I wanna do a pool party or something like that, bruh.”

I chuckled, then finished changing into my old clothes. Dave grabbed my new clothes and quickly walked towards the counter. “I’ll pay for everything, don’t ya worry.” The jock said, before I could reject his offer.

He was already offering his card to the employees, so it was too late to stop him, right?

A few minutes later, he waited for me at the entrance with some bags. “Wanna get some lunch?” He asked, walking away from the store, a few bags on his hands.

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The jock sat in front of me, taking off his sunglasses and leaving them hanging from the tank top’s neck again. His plate had two big burgers, each one with three meats. “Werewolves are hungry all the time, or do you just love food?” Uh, that’s a horrible thing to ask anyone. “Not judging, just curious…” Saved it!

He gave me a smile. “Huh, never thought about it. I do love food, and my wolf metabolism lets me eat whatever I want with barely any consequence on my good physique. Bang!” He finished his explanation flexing both arms.

I chuckled, making a mental note. Dave reached out for his burger before adding a quick “Don’t get surprised if I eat too much, most of my family works like that, bruh.” And giving a bite to the burger.

I looked at my own burger, and started eating too.

Honestly, so far, being a werewolf sounds like a good thing. I don’t know if Dave’s hotheaded personality is tied to his alpha/werewolf status or it’s just who he is, though.

We barely spoke, due to our mouths being filled with delicious meat. I could tell that Dave enjoyed his meal, but he also looked very intently at me and tried to make funny faces every time our eyes crossed paths.

It made me laugh, not going to lie. I was having a good time, overall!

Well… until…

A young girl approached us, probably around our age? She looked like a student, but I don’t recall seeing her at the hallways. Maybe a sophomore or junior?

She was nervous, that was clear. “Heeeey, how’s the meal going?” The girl was cute. She had braided black hair and olive skin. Her accent made me think she was Latina, but I wasn’t sure.

Dave was the first one to answer, due to swallowing his burger faster than I. “Uh, pretty good”

I don’t want to be the jealous weirdo, but I was mildly afraid he may be checking her out. ‘You’re his soulmate’ I reassured myself. The girl was, of course, not interested in me at all, which added more salt to the wound.

“So, umm… This is awkward buuuut… may I get your number? My friends over there” She pointed to a table meters away from ours, a group of three girls staring at us “made a bet and… geez, I fucked up, right?”

‘Kinda, yeah.’ I thought, looking over at Dave and hoping he would take care of the situation.

Before giving out an answer, the big guy looked at me and his smile went down for a bit. “Look, I wouldn’t really mind but… I’m pretty much taken and we’re in the middle of something here.” I was screaming inside, feeling so proud of the puppy boy!

The girl’s face turned red, and quickly started to apologize as she slowly backed away. Dave didn’t stop looking at her until she was far enough. Then, he spoke.

“Your face is so easy to read, babe.” He threw at me, mockingly, after the girl was gone. “Don’t worry, not gonna ruin our special day, my love.”

“I know, I know. Couldn’t help but feel a bit… annoyed?” I shook my head “Anyway, not important. Where would you like to go now?”

“Babe, you’re important, the most important thing in my life,” Dave answered, reaching out to touch my hand and softly caress it. “And honestly? Kinda glad to see you worried about me. Makes me way more glad to have gotten you this!”

He reached down to his pocket and took a little package. “Bought this when you were trying out stuff. Thought it would be a neat detail, after you gifted me a puppy boy collar!”

I grabbed the little package and carefully opened it. Inside, two necklaces lied. A locket with a keyhole on the middle, and a key, both necklaces being held with each their own chains. “I tried to look for something with meaning, and which better thing than something that… uh…” The jockboy tried to explain a bit more, but I could tell that he was out of ‘smartsy words’ already.

“I own the key to your heart?” I asked, grabbing both pieces and handing him the locket part.

“Yeah! Oh, wait. Open it first, bruh.” He handed it back to me, and I proceeded to open the small locket.

Inside of the locket, a little note could be read. ‘My heart, body and mind belongs to my lovely soulmate Nate Hall —David Walker’. “The store’s clerk looked weirded out when I wrote that. Also, sorry for not being there when you called for me.” He finished, as I closed the locket again. Huh, so that’s where he was.

Needless to say, my face was red. Like, completely red. I’ve been hearing Dave the mean jock saying cheesy lines for the past few weeks, but he surpassed himself this time. He was the best boyfriend I could have ever asked for, no need to struggle against that now.

I’ve never been one to express many emotions, especially when around a crush or romantic interest. Never got the confidence to actually express them.

It was different now.

“I… I really like it. You’re the best!” I handed him his locket and placed the key necklace around my neck.

“Nah, your collar was a better gift, I think. I have a hard time picking gifts, but that one seemed like a good one.” He shrugged, probably trying to take importance from the fact that my lovely puppy boy seemed a softie. I loved when he acted like that, though. Dave is really sweet when he wants to be.

Dave placed the locket necklace around his neck. I don’t know if it would interfere with the bowser collar when we play in private, but I didn’t care. Dave always tried to do nice stuff for me, his soulmate, and I think I should start to reciprocate a bit more often.

“So, you get to pick where we go next,” I told him, trying to change the subject. I was out of words already, and I didn’t want to get too cheesy in the middle of the street. I was really thankful, though. “Any ideas?”

“While going out and shopping with you has been way better than what I thought…” I noticed he still had to get through his second burger. He gave it a huge bite before swallowing and finishing his sentence. “I think I’d prefer to head home now. My home, with you, and a pair of beers, by the pool. Sounds like a plan? I could even make good use of that amazing speedo you got me.”

The idea of an almost naked Dave wearing a speedo made me giggle a bit. I stole a fry from his plate and nodded. “Sounds like a plan” I don’t drink, but I could use some relaxation time with the best jock in the world.

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slapshot-to-the-heart · 5 years ago

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Flatbush & Atlantic: part vi

Part vi is here! As always, I love hearing any kind of feedback, so reblogs and inboxes are so welcome!

part i part ii part iii part iv part v

part vi

January 30

Cass was distracted as she walked into the arena, distracted as she found Mat’s family, and distracted as she sat down. Fiona’s words were weighing on her, and she didn’t know what to do about them. It didn’t help that she hadn’t seen Mat since that morning, he had press and practice and some fan stuff with the league. It was maybe ten minutes before puck drop, and Cass didn’t know where her head was at. She was picking at a loose thread on the hem of her jersey when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Looking up, she was surprised to see that it was his mom.

“Are you okay, love? You look distracted.” She asked, concern clear on her face.

“Yeah?” Cass responded, almost like a question.

Nadia gave her the “mom” look, the kind that pierces through your soul and knows all of your secrets. “I know you don’t know me all that well and I won’t make you talk about it if you don’t want to, but I can tell something’s on your mind, Cassidy. And I have a feeling it has to do with my son.”

Cass let out a defeated sigh. “Yeah. It’s just...everything’s piling on top of each other, and it’s hard to sort out what’s important and what’s just...static, if that makes sense.”

She nodded wisely. “What kind of things?”

“Outside opinions on us, on Mat and I’s relationship. People thinking that they have a right to make a judgement one way or another. People thinking that I don’t belong here, or with him, because of who I am, and how I look, and what I do.” Cass paused from her monologuing for a moment. “And it’s not always done out of spite. I’ve got a friend at school who just texted me basically asking if I’m sure that my priorities are in the right place. And I know she means well, she’s a wonderful person, but it’s just…” She trailed off.

“Tiring,” Nadia supplied. Cass nodded. “Well,” she began, “Obviously I’m not an expert. I’ve never been in a relationship with a professional athlete, and I’m not you. But I know what pressure feels like, and I know Mat.” Cass gave a watery chuckle. “And I know that my son is head over heels for you. He thinks the world of you, he really does.”

“But, all due respect, it’s not like I’m his first girlfriend or anything.”

“True,” she started carefully, “but I’ve also never seen him like this. I won’t insult your intelligence and say that there haven’t been other girls, because there have, but he’s never been this wholeheartedly invested in someone before. Did you know that you’re the first one he’s introduced us to since he moved to New York?”

Cass shook her head. “No, I didn’t. He never told me.”

“And why would he? Mat’s a good man and he’s got a good heart, but sometimes he can be remarkably dense. Doesn’t always notice what’s right in front of him.”

“Believe me, I’ve noticed that much,” Cass said, laughing.

Her thumb ran across Cass’s shoulder. “I guess this all just goes to say that you’ve got to talk to him. He cares about you, a lot. He’ll listen. And if he doesn’t, you send him to me, okay?”

Cass smiled. “I will.” The players had just come out, and the anthems were about to start. Cass rose from her seat, hand over her heart and Mat on her mind.

The score at the ten-minute mark was 3-3, and Cass had to constantly stop herself from chewing her nails down to nubs. The 3-on-3 format made it easier to keep track of the puck, but there was so much open space on the ice it was sometimes impossible to tell where the players were trying to go in the first place. There were three minutes left, and Mat had just nabbed a pass from Konecny. Skating down the ice, he caught a breakaway. Faked to his left, skated to the right, and poked it right past Vasilevsky in the far corner. Half of the arena exploded, half sunk to their seats and groaned. Cass cheered loudly, cupping her hands around her mouth and hugging the rest of the family. He skated over to the side, hi-fiving the guys on the bench before taking his seat for the next shift.

Metro division ended up winning 8-6, and Cass shot off a quick congratulations text to Mat, knowing that he probably wouldn’t be able to read it until after the final. She half-payed attention to the Western conference semifinal, only enough to know that the Pacific division won. She couldn’t even say by how much.

The final was close, much closer than the first game had seemed, with no more than a single goal separating the two teams at any time. Late in the game, it looked like the Metro team would be able to run away with it, but Tkachuk sniped from the blue line, pulling Pacific ahead and giving them the win. She followed his family down to the hall where everyone was waiting, internally cringing at the thought of how Mat might be taking the loss. He had gotten better, a lot better, after they had made it clear that communication was a priority and something that needed to be worked on in their relationship, but he wasn’t perfect, and neither was she.

So needless to say, she was more than a little surprised when he came out of the locker room with a smile on his face, embracing his family and giving her a kiss on the head. The group walked outside as they said their goodbyes — Mat’s family had an early flight back, Miami to Vancouver wasn’t exactly an in-demand route — and Mat’s sister hugged Cass, turning to her brother after and sternly telling him “don’t screw this up. She’s way too good for you.”

It was pretty late, and a beautiful night, and most of the fans had left, so Cass and Mat walked hand-in-hand back to the hotel. “What’s on your mind, pretty girl?” Mat murmured. So I guess we’re going to have this conversation now, Cass thought, on the sidewalk in an Islanders jersey in the middle of Sunset, Florida.

“You really can read me like a book, can’t you?” Cass asked softly.

Mat shrugged. “That, and the fact that you keep glancing between me and the street. Might have been a little bit of a giveaway.”

“The interview from the other day’s been on my mind. I know it seems kind of stupid and childish, but it’s getting to me. What he said about me not being a ‘typical’ hockey girlfriend.”

“He doesn’t know what he’s talking about,” Mat said dismissively.

“I know that, you know that, but it’s the perception, Mat. Either that I don’t support you or your career because I have my own things to deal with sometimes, or that I don’t occupy the ‘place’ I should by pursuing education and a career. By pursuing a male-dominated career, especially. I’m worried I don’t…” She took a breath. “I’m worried I don’t live up to the expectations everyone’s setting for me.” Cass was annoyed, not at Mat or at the interviewer, even, but at the situation. At the thought that she had to continually prove to people that she was enough and she had earned her place.

“Fuck expectations,” Mat said abruptly. “I want you. All of you.” He stopped for a moment. “I’m so, so proud of you. I know I’ve said it already, and I hope you don’t get tired of hearing it, because it’s true. You have this incredible future ahead of you, and you’ve worked so hard to get to where you are. Everyone sees it. You’re going to do such good work, whether it’s bailing dumbass hockey players out or defending immigrant kids. You’re made for this.” Cass had gone into law school thinking she wanted to go into immigration law, motivated in no small part by the fact that Alejandra, her best friend down in Texas, was a DACA recipient. She had legal status for the time being, but it broke her heart to think that she could be forced out of the only country she had ever known. And when Cass was pissed off about something, she wasn’t the type to keep her mouth shut.

“People will want to write you off,” he continued, “because maybe they’ve never seen anyone do what you do, but that just makes it all the more incredible and impressive that you are able to do it. To have it all.”

Cass let out a humorless laugh. “Have it all, sure.”

“What else happened?” Mat asked, getting the sense that there was still something she was holding back. And he was right.

“Fiona sent this text checking up on me,” Cass said, not quite sure where to start.

Mat’s eyebrows furrowed. “But isn’t that good? That she wanted to catch up?”

“I mean, it would be,” Cass sighed, “but she was saying without saying it that she’s not sure my priorities are in the right place since I’ve started seeing you. Almost like you’re...I don’t know. Distracting me from school or something.”

“But—” She cut him off.

“Don’t be mad at her. She means well, I know she does,” Cass replied sharply. Even frustrated, she was still protective of her friends. “And she’s right in the fact that I’ve had more things taking up my time now, and maybe I’m not spending quite as much time at school or the library or wherever as I used to. But that’s fine. Right? Because I’ve been working hard, and I’m still getting good grades but this is making me worried that everything I’m working so hard for isn’t going to pan out—”

“Are you happier?” Mat asked abruptly.

Cass turned to him, confused. “What do you mean?”

“Are you happier now than you were before we met?” She could see his Adam’s apple bobbing. He was nervous. Mat had taken a gamble asking her the question, and he wasn’t sure of the answer.

“I am,” she said softly.

Mat squeezed her hand. “Then what else really matters?”

They arrived back at the hotel some twenty minutes later, dropping their bags on the floor and grabbing a change of clothes. There was a party at a bar downtown, and everyone was invited. By everyone, that meant all the players and whoever they decided to bring along. “I don’t actually know who booked the place,” Mat said, pulling one leg through a pair of black jeans. “Segs, maybe?” Out of anyone she had met that weekend, Tyler Seguin renting out a bar would surprise her the least. It was kind of sweet, she thought, zipping up her ankle boots, that the teams could check each other on the ice and then go celebrate together after. Being in the hockey world was really just like having a weird, dysfunctional family.

“You ready to go?” Cass asked, grabbing a jacket.

“After you,” Mat said, opening the door. They met a handful of others in the lobby, and the group grabbed a pair of Ubers over to the venue. It was packed by the time they got there, most of the players hanging out in the roped-off section towards the back. Mat helped her up, grabbing them a pair of what she’s pretty sure were whiskey sours, and introducing her to everyone they ran into. She couldn’t keep track of all the names, there was Nathan MacKinnon and Seth Jones and the Tkachuk brothers and a half dozen other players she didn’t recognize. “Please, for the love of God, shave the mustache,” she said to Auston, sipping her drink and staring at him judgily. “It’s not a good look.” He waved her off good-naturedly, and she smacked his shoulder as she walked back to Mat, wrapping her free arm around his front and kissing his shoulder.

“Let’s dance, chou,” Cass said, shucking off her jacket and leaving it on a spare chair. Mat smiled, taking her hand and guiding her out to the dance floor, where a mix of hockey and decidedly-not-hockey couples were gathered under the bright lights. Ah, sweat, the great equalizer.

“Do you think any of these Florida men are, you know, Florida Men?” Mat asked over the noise. Cass threw her head back laughing, remembering their first real conversation.

“Absolutely. We’re going to get pulled into their gator cult.”

It was Mat’s turn to laugh. “I’ll protect you.”

“I’m swooning,” Cass replied. “You’re my knight in shining armor, Mathew.”

Cass sat down her second drink of the night onto a nearby table, draping her arms around his neck. His hands snaked around her to the back of her waist, pulling her up against him, pulling her closer. She couldn’t even say what song was playing, some dance remix of a top-40 hit that the DJ in the corner was more than likely butchering, but she didn’t care. All she could think about was Mat’s hands on her and how he made her feel. For once in her life, Cass felt like she didn’t have any pressing responsibilities. For one night, she didn’t have the weight of the world on her shoulders. She was 24, and she was going to party like she was 24.

Cass leaned up to Mat, kissing him, whimpering when his tongue slipped between her lips. In a normal context, Cass never would have done something like that in public, and maybe it was the alcohol talking, but she finally couldn’t care less what people thought of them. “I don’t think the girls behind us know I speak Spanish,” she murmured, his face still so close she could feel him breathing, “because they’re all talking about how hot you are.” Mat laughed, letting his hands down a little more than was respectable. “Soy mexicana, hablo español,” she said over her shoulder, raising one eyebrow as the girls blushed and hurried off. “Now where were we?”

They kissed for what felt like hours, until her lips were starting to get puffy and she needed to come up for air. “I’m going to get another drink. You want anything?”

“Gimlet?” Mat asked hopefully, giving Cass a peck on the cheek as she made her way to the bar. Waiting among the throngs of people vying for the bartender’s attention, she threw her hair up in a high pony. It may have been January, but it was still Miami and they were still in a club — it was hot as hell. Five minutes later, she had finally shoved her way to the front, ordering Mat’s gimlet and a mojito for herself. Cass scrolled through her Instagram feed as she waited, sensing someone who she assumed was Mat off to her right side.

“Hey,” she said, looking up, expecting to see her boyfriend. It wasn’t her boyfriend. The men was a little taller than Mat, blond instead of brunet, and any other time, she probably would have been all over him. She wished she hadn’t started a conversation.

“Hey,” he said, resting an elbow on the bar. “What’s your name?”

“Cassidy,” she said, flashing him a tight smile. He didn’t deserve the nickname.

He nodded. “Cool, cool. That’s a beautiful name. I’m Justin. Can I buy you a drink?” He was clearly a few in himself, not enough to be drunk but more than enough to engage in a spectacularly poor decision-making process.

“I’ve already ordered one, thanks.” Cass was trying to negotiate, walking the fine line between politeness and interest, hating that she had to talk to someone she didn’t want to just in the interest of safety.

“You from the area?”

She had to stop herself from rolling her eyes, willing the bartender to come back with the drinks. “No, not really. Just visiting. Leaving tomorrow,” she said, hoping that that would be enough of a hint to get him off of her back. As it turned out, that would be simply too big of an ask.

“Then I guess we’ve got to make the most of tonight, huh?” Gross, she thought. She wasn’t leading him on, wasn’t doing anything more than making polite conversation so he wouldn’t get even more pissed at her, so what gave him the right?

“Listen, Justin,” she said, finally turning and facing him. “That’s not my style. And I have a boyfriend.”

He cracked a smile, clearly not buying it. As subtly as she could, she tried to find Mat, but she couldn’t. Maybe he had gone to the bathroom? And she didn’t want to leave without having gotten their drinks, cocktails didn’t come cheap and she didn’t want to throw her money away. “It’s okay, babe, you don’t have to play that game with me. He’s not here.”

“I’m not interested.”

“Hey, come on,” Justin said, inching closer and growing more aggressive by the second. “I was just trying to be nice. Don’t have to be such a bitch about it.” She took a deep breath, about to flag down the bouncer and tell her that this guy just wasn’t taking no for an answer, but she didn’t have to.

“What’s going on here?” That voice, she recognized. That voice was Mat. Cass let out a sign of relief, gladly moving to the side and letting Mat step in between them.

“This the boyfriend?” Justin asked with disdain.

Mat arched an eyebrow. “Yeah, I’m ‘the boyfriend,’ but it shouldn’t matter. She’s not interested, and you’re having trouble respecting that.”

Justin huffed. “Fine, She wouldn’t have been worth it anyway.” Cass had to grab Mat’s wrist to stop him from going after the guy.

“God, I wanted to punch that guy,” Mat said, running a hand through his hair and visually inspecting her. “You okay? Did he do anything?”

She shook her head. “No, thank God. A little shook up, but nothing serious. He just didn’t know how to take no for an answer.”

He kissed the top of her head, grabbing the drinks from the bartender, who had just slid them over. “You good to stay?” He wouldn’t have blamed her if she wanted to leave.

Cass shook her head. “No, I’m good. Liquor me up.”

“As you wish,” Mat said, handing her the glass.

The two made their way back to the cordoned-off section, where Cass downed the entirety of her mojito in under 10 minutes. She wasn’t in a sipping mood. Then someone from the Pacific Division — maybe they were on the Sharks? — bought the whole room a round, then she finished half of Mat’s Whiteclaw. Then somehow, she was goaded into body shots.

“You cool with this?” Mat asked as she scrambled up onto the table. Cass nodded quickly, trying to control her giggles.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m good,” Cass said, scrunching the bottom of her shirt up, trying not to think about what her mom would think if she saw her right now.

Someone had obviously made a run to one of the bars, returning with a bowl of limes and a saltshaker. She tried not to think of how good it felt when his tongue ran over her stomach, licking up the salt, tried to distract herself when his head was ducked just above where her shirt barely covered her bra, throwing back the tequila, and definitely didn’t want to think about his lips just barely touching hers to grab the lime wedge. He threw away the wedge and bro-hugged a few of his onlooking friends, collapsing over Cass in laughter and kisses while he helped her off of the table.

A little under an hour and a few more drinks later, most of the group had finally decided to call it quits. To put it technically, everyone was shitfaced. A few people luckily still had the wherewithal to call Ubers, and they split up with Instagram handles written in eyeliner on hands to cars grouped by hotel. It was her, Mat, Seguin, and someone’s little sister packed into a white Honda Civic, Mat lazily kissing Cass’s neck, shoulder, anywhere he could reach. They tipped the driver — very well — before stumbling into the elevators, saying goodbye to Tyler, who was the floor below them. She barely managed to wipe off her makeup and brush her teeth before falling into bed with Mat, who immediately draped his arm over her waist and pulled her into his chest. Even drunk, she wasn’t complaining.

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Jan. 31 (sun)

Cass groaned, her head pounding as she looked she rolled over in bed to grab her phone, looking at the time. 9:22. Great, their flight was at noon, so there wasn’t any time for self-pity before they needed to leave. Mat was up too, rubbing his eyes with a grump look on his face. He leaned over, giving her a kiss good morning. “How are you feeling, babe?” He asked. Mat’s head wasn’t hurting too bad — he knew he could hold his liquor just fine — but he had never seen Cass drink as much as she had last night.

“Ugh,” Cass moaned, pressing the heels of her hands to her temples. “It was so much fun, but I’m never doing that again. I don’t think I’ve been this hungover since the SAE color party junior year.”

“Oh yeah,” Mat mused, “I forgot you were a sorority girl,” he said in sing-song.

Cass huffed. “I was president, thank you very much.”

“Does my sorority girl need an Advil?” Mat asked.

“Your sorority girl will punch you if you keep saying that, but yes. Advil would be much appreciated.”

Mat padded away, returning from the bathroom a moment later with the bottle in his hand. He shook two out, grabbing her water bottle from the nightstand and unscrewing the cap. “Here you are.”

“Thank you,” Cass said, flashing him a small, begrudged, but genuine smile. “You’re really too good to me, Mat.”

He kissed her shoulder, pulling a t-shirt over his head. “You deserve it.”

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Feb 13 (sat)

Cass’s hair was thrown up in a messy bun as she padded through the aisle of the grocery store. Shopping duties rotated every week, and it was her turn for errands. She handed her card over to the cashier, pulling out her bag-of-bags and beginning to separate. Fridge. Fridge. Pantry. Freezer. Pantry. Errands had always been somewhat of a soothing activity for her; Cass liked just being able to listen to her music and drive around and go into stores for a reason, not just to kill time. As much as she loved spending time with Mat and her roommates and her friends at law school, the constant human interaction could get draining sometimes, and the precious few free hours were alone time she craved. Loading all the bags into her trunk, she set off for the CVS. The bathroom was running out of soap, she needed a box of tampons, and she had gotten a call that the refill on her birth control was ready.

It was also the day before Valentine’s, which hadn’t always been the best time of year for Cass. It seemed like most of her Valentine’s Days had been filled with sitting alone in her room or binge-watching Bachelor reruns with friends. Or, in the case of her junior year of college, it was crying in her bedroom at the sorority house over the fact that Alex, her boyfriend of a year, had broken up with her two days prior because a relationship was just “too much work.” And Cass was all in favor of self-reflection, but that didn’t mean the rejection stung any less. They had been together for almost a year, and even though she had had other boyfriends before, he was the first one she loved, the first one she really saw a future with. So, needless to say, her track record wasn’t the best. Which she told Mat, that she didn’t want anything elaborate or extravagant, especially since he was leaving for a roadie the day after and would have to get up early.

But they say love makes people do crazy things. And Mat didn’t want her memories of a day that, commercialized as it was, was supposed to be about celebrating love and commitment and admiration for your partner. And anyone who knew Mathew Barzal knew that he was stubborn as hell with a heart of gold. But if Cass didn’t want anything big, he wasn’t going to do anything big; as much as he would have been absolutely willing to rent out the entire damn Empire State Building just to shout from the rooftops that he was absolutely, unequivocally in love with Cassidy María Cabrera Shaw, but her comfort came before anything. He’d bend over backwards to make her know how much he cared. But this was also Mat Barzal, and Mat Barzal never did anything halfway.

So it really wasn’t a surprise at all when, just as Cass pulled into her parking spot and killed the gas on her car that her phone lit up with a text from Mat. Picking you up at 5:30 tomorrow. Dress like you’re going to a diner.

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dazed-universe · 6 years ago

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Cauldrons and Kisses. ii*

DO NOT REPOST. THE PIECE BELOW WAS WRITTEN BY ME.

Part One.

Matching leather and lace outfits cause things to get a little more heated than expected.

~ semi-rough Harry, blowjob, face-fucking??, swallowing, slight masturbation, riding ~

*He pushes me up against the counter behind us, I take my hat and his shawl off, running my hands up his back and into his hair as he deepens the kiss, his tongue swiping across my bottom lip, a smile appearing as I gasp in surprise. "I have wanted this, for fucking long," he whispers against my jaw as he pulls away. "But we can't do this here, not now. Come back with me, when this ends," An amused smirk spreads across his face as his hands touch my waist, tickling me. "Let's make some magic, baby,"

We walk out of the room after putting our accessories back on and hair into place as Alexa and Pixie are screaming out the lyrics to ...Baby One More Time. He takes my hand before walking over to some of his friends from home and introducing me... as his very good friend and invites them to come and sit with the rest of us. It's nearing the curfew so Harry only sits down for a few minutes, making sure everyone was well acquainted before leaving and wandering around the room again, checking everybody was okay and had had a good time.

As people start leaving and Harry helps tidy up, the group closes in. "What happened? In the backroom?" Alexa questioned me with a smirk on her face as I look at her, confused. "What do you mean? Why would something have happened? He just wanted to make sure that I know he isn't mad about the matching thing," I play dumb, not wanting them to know what had happened... yet, at least. "Oh, yeah, that's what we thought," They all share a weird look, making me wonder what Harry has said to them tonight as I spot him picking up some glasses.

"Hey, why did I just get asked what happened in that room?" I ask him, lowly, weary of people around. He puts the cups onto the table behind and turns to look at me with a smile before realizing there's a chance I'm annoyed and swallowing. "I just said to Alexa that I thought you looked great, that's all," I raise my eyebrows at him, knowing there's more. "However, she does know something else," He says before picking up the glasses and walking over to the bar, leaving me to follow him like a lost puppy.

I lean against the bar and put my hands on his shoulders, stopping him from literally running away from the question again. "What? What does Alexa know?" he smiles, placing his hands over mine, running them down my arms and to my hips. "Alexa knows... that I am very, very into you. If you must know," He licks his lips before looking at mine again. "What happened to not here?" I wonder only to be hit by a barking laugh as he throws his head back. "That was more about going at it raw in the middle of a party, not a quick makeout,"

I look up at him, embarrassed as his hand comes up to cup my face for the second time, and certainly not the last time, tonight. As our lips meet, a round of cheers leaves the table opposite us where everyone is sitting followed by a few "finally"'s. We stand there kissing for a minute before they're yelling at us to get room and security comes in complaining about the curfew, our group being the last people in there... at 3 am. We grab our belongings and head out of the door and as everyone parts ways, Harry pulls me to his.

His driver pulls up as we get outside, luckily the street has been cleared so there's no photographers or fans around waiting to get a picture because he grabs me by the waist and kisses me, dragging me into the car with him and takes my hat off as we hit the seats. I pull the door shut as the partition goes up and he attaches his lips to my neck, his hand wrapping around my waist and pulling me onto his lap. He keeps me there until we pull up to the gate of his house.

He thanks his driver and jumps out of the car, leaving me inside to straighten up my outfit before jogging around, opening my door for me and taking my hand to help me out. I thank his driver as he closes the door and rushes us inside, fumbling with his keys as I press a kiss to his neck and wrap my arms around his waist. He finally opens the door and leads us in, pressing me against the wall the second it closes, attaching our lips once more. "Get upstairs, wait for me," He orders against my ear.

I make my way up his stairs, looking down as I watch him take his shawl off and lay it over the table, his keys on top and shoes underneath, smiling at him as he looks towards me. "Well, keep going," He says as he takes the first step, slowly following me as I reach the top and head into his bedroom. He steps in behind me as I take a seat on his bed, stretching my legs out in front of me and crossing them as he looks me up and down. "Oh, you think you're in charge. How adorable,"

He steps towards the bed, keeping eye contact with me and holding his hand out next to his waist, I look at him in confusion. "Leg up, now," I lift it, resting my ankle upon his hip as his hands start undoing the straps of my shoe, throwing it next to him once undone and holding the other hand out to do the same again. He puts one knee on the bed between my legs and a hand on my thigh and kisses my forehead, pulling away and nodding behind me, signaling for me to move further back.

He brings his other knee onto the bed, my legs resting either side of him as he places his hands onto my knees, running them down my thighs and tucking his fingers into the edge of my stockings before lifting my leg onto his shoulder and slowly pulling it down. He does the same to my other one then rests my legs down before instructing me to sit up and taking my shirt off, the cold leather strap from the skirt making me wince as it connects with my shoulder. He places his fingers below them, running them up and down a few times, looking at the way they're laying over my body before tugging them down my arms.

I lay down again and he nudges my hips, making me lift them so he can pull the skirt down my legs, leaving me in only my underwear whilst he looks over me, his bottom half still leather-clad. "Here's what is going to happen. You're going to suck me off and then I'm going to fuck you until the sun comes up, got it?" He says, looking deeply into my eyes as his hands are lightly pressed over my waist, his thumbs rubbing over my stomach.

He stands, leaving my body feeling cold as he pops the button and unzips his trousers, pulling them down and off and taking a seat on the edge of the bed, leaning back on his hands, facing away from me. "Please don't make me get myself off, I promise you it is a mood killer," He says, half-joking but with a stern tone. I lay there, looking at him for a few seconds, taking in what was about to happen and thinking back to the party and how he'd said he'd wanted this for ages, I guess I had too.

I sit up, running my hand over his back in the process, making him jump a little, as I stand in front of him, his eyes once again looking over my body and up to mine. "You're beautiful, you know that, right?" I smile down at the floor and slowly kneel, my hands resting on his thighs and fiddling with the edge of his boxers. His hand cups my face, his thumb gliding over my cheek a few times before resting on my lips. "We don't have to do this, we can just go to bed," He whispers in the silence.

I look up at him with hooded eyes and a devious smirk before moving my hands over his crotch, pulling his boxers down, his hard member finally springing free as he lets out a shaky exhale. I wrap my hand around the base of it, watching his head rock back, tugging up and down a couple of times as I move a little closer, my arms resting over his legs, holding myself up. I keep my hand at the base as my tongue meets the head, already tasting the saltiness that has been teasing him for the past thirty minutes.

I wet the edges of my lips before taking him into my mouth, only fitting him three-quarters of the way before he's nearly hitting the back of my throat. Harry rests one of his hands on my shoulder as I start to bob my head, hearing his breath tremble every time I move my tongue. He lets me get used to his size for a while, just sitting there, taking in the feeling of my mouth on him. However, after I speed myself up, his hand glides through my hair and before I realize what he's doing, he's holding it in a ponytail and moving my head down further.

He pulls me off by my hair, making me look in his eyes to check that I'm okay before putting himself back in my mouth and pushing me down until my nose is pressing against his stomach and my eyes begin watering a little. He fucks my mouth until I'm looking up at him with tear-stained cheeks and begging eyes, his thumb wiping them away before they fall too far. "You done?" He breathes, with genuine concern, not wanting to push me too far as I nod and he lets my hair go, letting me pull myself off of him.

He wraps his hand around his cock, bringing himself to the edge as I put my hands on his waist. "Fuck," leaves his mouth over and over again as he gets closer, lining himself up with my mouth as I stick my tongue out, resting his tip over it and I close my lips around it, his eyes suddenly opening, his pupils blown out and his jaw slack. I let out a soft laugh before giving it a light suck, his face screwing up and breath hitching in a reaction as I squeeze at his waist.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he mumbles as he twists his head to the side and his thighs tense under my arms. He releases into my mouth as a string of moans and curses leave his, my name thrown into the mix. His eyes open and he looks down at me as I swallow, a smirk on my face as my tongue darts out to lick my lips. "Come here, now," nodding towards his lap, stretching his hand out and helping me up. I stand in front of him as his hands touch my waist, pulling my underwear down and throwing it over to where his trousers lay.

He moves further back so I can kneel either side of him as I take a seat on his lap, his hands running over my body, up to my back where my bra is still fastened, undoing it with one hand and tossing it to the side. His eyes look over my chest as a smirk appears on his face. "Let's make that magic, huh, baby?" He repeats the same joke from earlier as his hand slides down between the two of us as he runs a finger down my slit.

He wraps his hand around himself once more before pressing his tip against my entrance, my arms wrapping around his shoulders as his hand holds onto my waist firmly. He pushes himself in as I sink onto him, his other hand coming up to my hips, holding me in place. "Just, give me a second," he says, breathlessly as I lean my head against his, my hands running through the back of his hair. His head pressing back against mine as his grip tightens on my waist, starting to move me as he moves his hips, immediately hitting all of the right spots.

I pull on his hair as he speeds up, the sound of our skins hitting mixing perfectly with our moans in the soundless surroundings, his getting deeper and louder with every tug and bounce. I move my head away from his, resting my lips against his neck as I start kissing one of his sweet spots, just below his ear. "Fuck. Don't do that, I don't want to cum yet, not before you," I laugh at his sense of pride before giving him a lovebite in the same place. His hands hold me still before flipping us over, everything happening so fast, it takes our breath away.

"What did I just say to you?" he mumbles, his voice barely above a whisper. I have to stop myself from giggling at him, knowing how soft he truly is to go along with him. "Sorry, it won't happen again," I lean my head into his chest as he starts rocking into me again, grabbing one of my legs and placing it over his shoulder, getting as deep as he possibly can. "Always ladies first," he says into my shoulder as his thrusts become relentless and I feel my stomach knotting. "Harry, I'm close," I moan into his hair.

He begins kissing my neck as I had done to him before, returning the lovebite as he taunts me to let go. "I know, baby. Do it, let go for me. Cum for me," I wrap my arms around his shoulders one more time, squeezing him tightly as I feel myself release around him and he fucks me through it and lets himself go once I'm near the end. I feel him laugh into my hair as we both come down, removing my leg from his shoulder as he pulls out of me, sitting back to watch himself drip out and running his finger up one more time.

He moves to the side of me before laying down, his finger coming up to my mouth as I suck it and he lets out his signature, loud laugh. "I can't believe you just did that... Oh my god," He pauses with wide eyes, scaring me a little, forcing me to question him with a furrowed brow. "You're under my spell," he whispers with a wide smile, even though it earns him nudge to the chest before I rest my head on him, feeling a kiss to the top of it as we both look out of the window, the sun starting to rise through the curtains.

#harry styles imagine #harry styles smut #harry styles prompt #Harry Styles

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neocityarchive · 6 years ago

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ends | mark lee (pt 3)

summary | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

Mark’s POV

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: none

Chapter Summary: “I saw how happy you made her. No one could compare to that. That wasn’t something in your head. It was real, and everyone around you can see it, too.”

Mark walked out of the SM building. He was going to check on Hyuck who has been gone for nearly twenty minutes just to get coffee. Even if there was a line at the cafe, he wouldn’t take this long. He probably got distracted by something again.

Mark wanted to get coffee for himself as well. If this was two months ago, he would have easily told Hyuck what he wanted, no question. But something between them is just not right at the moment. He wanted to fix it, but how can he when he had no idea where and why it started to go wrong?

He turned at the corner and immediately stopped in his tracks. Hyuck was there but he wasn’t alone.

She was there, too, hugging Hyuck who was trying not to spill six cups of coffee in his hands.

Mark counted. One. Two. Three… four... five counts before she let go.

His heart skipped a beat. He hasn’t seen her since the day they broke up. So many times he wanted to call her to ask her how she’s doing. So many times he typed a good night text out of habit before realizing he shouldn’t. So many times he looked at her face on the wallpaper of his phone, telling himself he should change it, but he never had the guts to.

And now she’s here, as beautiful as ever. She was smiling up to her eyes, a look he had seen so many times before, but this time, she was looking at someone else. It wasn’t even a look that screams admiration. It was just a look of pure respect, but somehow, it still hurt.

“I’m the biggest idiot,” he told himself with a sigh.

Before Mark knew it, Y/N was walking away and Hyuck was coming his way. He bowed his head and continued walking as if nothing happened, partly hoping Hyuck won't recognize him.

Mark was knocked out of his thoughts when Renjun patted him on the back. He was already saying his ment which meant that Mark is next.

He looked at the crowd. For the most part, it was green. That alone made him thankful. The Dreamies told him to introduce the next song. Everyone cheered, but nothing felt right. He always feels so alive on the stage like nothing could possibly go wrong. But today, not even the screams of the fans could lift his mood up.

“Alright, so this next song,” Mark started, desperately trying to clear his head, “it’s one of those songs that play between happy and sad. It’s one of my favorite songs that we’ve ever released. It actually has a much deeper meaning if you allow yourself to think about it. And lately…”

He thought of all the times he wished he could hold Y/N’s hands a little longer, to talk to her a little more. He remembered secretly wanting her to miss the last bus just so he could spend time with her a bit more and walk her home. It seems they’ve already ran out of those moments.

“Lately, it made me realize how scary it is to think how you could lose someone at the blink of an eye, how you could say goodbye before realizing you’re not ready to let go of them at all.” His voice nearly cracked but he cleared his throat.

“Mark hyung sounds so worried about his graduation this year,” Hyuck teased, trying to change the mood. He was smiling, but something in his eyes felt threatening.

The audience awed. But everyone on the stage knew what Mark really meant.

After seeing Hyuck’s gaze, Mark quickly changed the subject. “Unfortunately, this is our last song for today. So think of it as our parting gift for you. But we’ll see each other again, right?” He pointed his mic to the crowd.

They cheered. The Dreamies smiled.

“This song’s called Walk You Home.”

The song started. He could feel the pressure of six eyes beside him, looking worriedly. The internal atmosphere within the group is so far from that of the crowd. Mark felt guilty.

He knew he hasn’t been 100%. He tries to hide it as he always does, but the boys always know when something is off. They haven’t been acting normal around him lately, like they’re trying too hard not to be a pain in the ass, but it just made him more uncomfortable.

When the song ended, they said their goodbyes and went backstage. Mark went straight to the dressing room.

Then the boys entered one by one.

He was just on his phone, staring at his lockscreen for far too long, not unlocking it, but not allowing the screen to turn dark either. It was like he was waiting for something to pop up, but he wasn’t sure what.

“Hyung,” Jeno said. “Are you okay?”

Mark nodded. “Why? Is something wrong?”

“You‘ve been staring at Y/N’s face on your phone for too long,” Renjun said. “It’s not going to talk.”

“Why is her face still there anyway? Aren’t you guys supposed to be over?” Jaemin asked.

“I, um, I just forgot to change it. I got used to this one so…” Mark cleared his throat, putting his phone in his pocket. “I wasn’t even looking at her face.”

“Then why are you staring at your phone like an idiot?” Renjun asked.

“He’s waiting for something,” Chenle said.

Hyuck sighed as he took off his mic. “Hyung, that ‘great job on your stage today’ text won’t arrive because you broke up with the person who used to send you that, remember?”

Jisung’s eyes shifted uncomfortably from Mark to Haechan then back to Mark.

Mark didn’t reply. He just took his mic and in-ear off quietly. Hyuck has been slyly giving him comments like that since the break up and he was always too tired to argue. Mostly because he’s right.

“Why did you even break up with her? She used to bring us sushi after our events. Now we just settle for instant ramen,” Chenle said.

Jisung frowned. “But you love instant ramen.”

“Sure, but sushi??? For free???”

“And a non-toxic, unawkward atmosphere in the dressing room, plus a much happier Mark hyung?” Renjun added. “It makes us miss Y/N.”

“It’s about time we ask. Why did you break up, Hyung?” Jeno asked, his tone genuinely curious.

“You brats, why are we talking about this? Aren’t you all tired already?” Mark sighed.

Hyuck snorted. “We are, but when we’re tired, we just rest. We don’t break up with our girlfriends.”

“We don’t have girlfriends,” Jisung noted.

Jaemin rolled his eyes. “Yeah, thanks for bringing that up.”

“We broke up because that’s what people do when they don’t love each other anymore, okay? Are you happy now?” Mark snapped, throwing his in-ear to its box.

On the other side of the room, Mark heard Hyuck mutter, “That is the dumbest excuse I’ve ever heard.”

“What did you say?”

“I said you’re a fool,” Hyuck jibed. “You’re nothing but a selfish naive little shit who can’t appreciate what you have when you have it. You have no right– absolutely no right to feel this sorry for yourself when you’ve hurt someone far worse than this.”

“What’s your problem?” Mark challenged.

“Donghyuck, don’t—“ Jeno tried. But Hyuck couldn’t be bothered.

“No,” he said. “I’m sick of seeing you look so down all the time when you’re the one who broke up with her. If breakups happen because people stopped loving each other, then you shouldn’t have broken up in the first place. Literally everyone can see how much you still love her, and the whole world knows she still loves you. Maybe if you just cared enough to look past your selfish reasons, you wouldn’t be in this shit right now. But you know what? You brought this upon yourself. You deserve this. But Y/N? She doesn’t. So why don’t you think about that?”

Mark couldn’t speak. His face slowly turned into a frown, not because he was mad but because he was confused. He didn’t know what just happened. One moment, they were just teasing him, and now Hyuck just snapped at him about his breakup.

“I don’t understand,” he said, “why does my breakup with Y/N even bother you this much?”

Hyuck pursed his lips. He had something to say but decided against it. Instead, he just turned around and walked towards the door. “I don’t have time for this. Tell the 127 hyungs I’m sleeping at the Dreamies’ dorms tonight. If they asked why, tell them,” he said.

The Dreamies groaned in protest.

“Shut up,” Hyuck just said before walking out completely.

Just like that, he was gone. The tension and awkwardness in the dressing room increased exponentially that the guys started leaving one by one until Mark was left alone with even more questions, and a whole level of hate directed at no one but himself.

2 weeks have passed since the incident. Hyuck is back at the 127 dorms but he and Mark still barely see each other. When they do, they don’t talk. No one questioned it, but the rumor circled around the group pretty quickly. No one dared approach Mark about it, not even Doyoung who usually had a say about everything.

A few days ago, Mark went out for a walk to clear his mind. He wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone. The only two people who he felt could understand what he was going through wasn’t there for him anymore.

He didn’t mind where he was going since his mind was as busy as his feet. It was too late when he realized he was walking across the street of the building where Y/N was working. It was out of the way from work or anywhere the group usually goes to. So he was surprised to see Hyuck leaned against the wall of said building, clearly waiting for someone.

Y/N appeared a few minutes later. She had that same big smile on her face when she saw him. It didn’t look like it was a surprise. They hugged and started walking towards the opposite direction where Mark was headed to, immersed in talking to each other.

Meanwhile, at the other side of the road, Mark stood dumbfounded. He felt like he’d been punched in the gut. He was watching his girl go out with his best friend with a smile she used to have while looking at him. Hyuck was doing everything he used to.

Does she like him? he thought. He couldn’t even answer himself.

Mark wanted to ask Hyuck about that night when he got back at the dorms, but whenever he even went close, Hyuck would take one look at him and leave the room.

There had been no contact between them since the dressing room incident, or when they’re forced to talk to each other on screen… until today, when Hyuck texted Mark asking to meet him. It came so much a surprise that Mark wondered if the Dreamies were just pranking him.

“마크 바보 (Mark idiot), meet me at xxxxx cafe in 20 minutes. k?”

But no one other than Hyuck calls him an idiot without so much as a ‘hyung.’

Mark replied okay. He didn’t know what this was about, but despite the fact that he’s been in his pajamas all day or that today is his only rest day for the whole week or that it was already 8 in the evening, he was ready faster than he is on most mornings.

When he arrived, Hyuck was at the corner of the cafe. His back was facing the rest of the world so Mark snuck up on him easily.

“Why did you call me here?” he asked as he sat down across from him.

The cafe was half full but no one minded anyone. Everyone was on their laptops and cellphones and college textbooks.

“I wanted to talk,” Hyuck said, sipping from his cup.

“Why not just at the dorms?”

“Why can’t you just shut up?” Hyuck sighed. “I was out today and I didn’t want to go back to the dorms yet. I’m sick of hearing Doyoung hyung nagging at me to talk to you.”

“But you’re talking to me right now,” Mark pointed out.

Hyuck glared at him, making Mark feel stupid. He’s a scary person in general. Sure, he’s adorable in the eyes of many, but God, the way his mind works is on another level. Hyuck could plan something that’s months in the making. He is a great deceiver and he loves it.

“I just want to say I’m sorry,” Hyuck said, his eyes averting Mark’s gaze, “for lashing out on you in the dressing room. And for making bad faces at you behind your back, and also for telling Johnny hyung that you’re the one who stole his sandwich.”

“But I‘m not–” Mark tried to protest. Johnny clearly warned everyone not to touch his sandwich. He got it from a restaurant on the other side of town.

“That’s not the point,” Hyuck cut in. “I know I’ve been horrible to you lately–more than usual, I mean. And I’m sorry.”

Mark’s eyebrows furrowed. “That’s okay, but… why?”

Hyuck let out a deep breath. “Because you’re an idiot,” he said. “I hate what you did to Y/N. And I hate that I sort of helped you do it.”

Mark’s face contorted even more, completely confused.

“You were at a crisis, remember? You thought you were falling out of love because you’re so tired of keeping up your relationship with her,” Hyuck said. “Then I told you that if you wanted to, just break up with her. Somehow, I feel like that helped convince you to do it. And you did.”

Mark nodded. He remembered that day. He still couldn’t imagine Y/N listening to their conversation. He couldn’t imagine what it must have been like for her to hear him talk about how he wanted to give up on them. Suddenly, he wanted to punch himself for it.

“After that, I couldn’t contact her. We were just friends, but you hurt her so much that she didn’t want anything to do with you. So she cut me off, too.” Hyuck explained.

“I still don’t understand why it’s a big deal for you,” Mark said quietly.

“Because!” he exclaimed before muttering under his breath, “Damn. You really are so stupid sometimes.” He sighed. “Isn’t it obvious? I like her.”

Silence.

“Since when?” Mark asked, his voice soft.

“Even before you started dating. I liked her ever since she started coming to our schedules and we got to talk more. I liked her even when she told me she’s starting to have feelings for you. I liked her even when you two started going out. I told myself to stop, and believe me I tried so hard to. But I can’t. So I learned to settle for the friendly texts we send each other, just goofing around. And when you two broke up, even that was taken from me.”

Mark stared at him. “I had no idea,” he said. “I… I’m sorry.”

“I didn’t tell anyone except for Jeno,” Hyuck said. “And he only knows because he caught me smiling so much when she texted that one time.”

“Wow.” Mark didn’t even know what to say. After all this time, he didn’t even notice. He felt bad for being selfish. Maybe Hyuck was really good at hiding his feelings that the thought of him liking Y/N never occurred to Mark. But still, there are questions he needed answered.

“So when I saw you two the other night outside her work, does this mean…” Mark cleared his throat. Even the thought of it makes him want to cry. “Are you guys seeing each other now? Is that what you’re going to tell me?”

Hyuck frowned. “You saw us?”

“I–I didn’t mean to. I was walking around and somehow ended up there. Force of habit, I guess.”

Hyuck shook his head. “We only agreed to meet because we promised each other we’d catch up,” he said. “Hyung, I know I said I like her, but I never wanted her for myself. I know what I am to her and I’m fine with it. I’m working my way to get out of my feelings, because believe me, it does hurt–” he chocked out a laugh. “But I saw how happy you two were. I saw how happy you made her. No one could compare to that. That wasn’t something in your head. It was real, and everyone around you can see it, too.”

Mark looked away. A lot of people had told him that for the past two months. He was getting sick of hearing them rub in his face what he lost. But maybe he deserved it. I was too naive, Mark thought. And not just about Y/N but about Hyuck too.

He can’t imagine being in Hyuck’s shoes. Come to think of it, he was always there for her whenever Mark and Y/N would fight. He’d always be the one to talk some sense into Mark. That’s what he’s doing here again, Mark realized.

“She still loves you.” Hyuck bit his lip. “She loves you so much. I know, because she broke down crying when I said I think you still love her, too.”

A tear escaped from Mark’s eye. He wiped it off immediately, but it was only the beginning of many. He didn’t want to cry in front of Hyuck. He wouldn't hear the end of it. But it seems he couldn’t help himself either.

“Hyung, you found something special. I’m sure you already know how big a mistake you made by letting her go. So I’m begging you please, don’t be your usual stupid self when you get the chance again. And you will get the chance again. Because you do, right?” Hyuck asked. “You still love her?”

Mark couldn’t speak. He was too busy trying not to make himself cry. He feels like his head is going to explode.

“You don’t have to answer,” Hyuck said. “You wouldn’t be trying so hard not to cry right now if you don’t.”

Mark let out a weak laugh before burying his head in his hands. Then he broke down, crumbling like a delicate porcelain. “I messed up, Donghyuck,” he sobbed. “I really messed up.”

“You did,” Hyuck agreed. “But the Mark hyung I know isn’t going to be stopped by that. Now, stop crying in public. Someone might recognize us.”

He wiped the tears from his eyes as much as he can and tried to compose himself. He didn’t think anyone was paying attention to them, but still, Hyuck was right.

“Promise me, you’re going to make this right.” Hyuck said.

Mark nodded. “I promise.”

Hyuck looked at his phone. “Alright. I have to go now. You wait here for ten minutes before going out after me okay? I don’t want to be seen with you.”

“Are you serious?!”

“Yes,” Hyuck answered. “Use this time to absorb everything.”

“Whatever. Just go.” Mark sighed.

Hyuck rolled his eyes.

“And thank you,” Mark said.

He smiled. “Don’t thank me yet.”

Mark wasn’t sure what he meant, but before he could ask, he was already gone. Everytime Hyuck walks out, Mark is always left with more questions.

He stared at the almost empty cup of coffee that Hyuck left and let his thoughts run wild. He remembered all the times he would catch him staring at Y/N when she’s laughing. Mark always thought he was annoyed by it, but apparently, it was otherwise. God, Hyuck liked her even before he did and he never got the chance.

And now, he wants Mark to make things right with Y/N. But how could he? He was too ashamed to call her or even text her. He couldn’t bear to see her after what he did. He doesn’t know how she’s been like lately, but from what Hyuck said, it didn’t sound good. What he needs right now is more time to think.

Mark checked the time on his phone. It hasn’t been ten minutes but he was pretty sure Hyuck was too far from the cafe already. He decided to leave.

Just as he was about to stand from his table, the bell from the cafe door rang. He looked up. Suddenly, the whole world was quiet, like everything stopped moving for a second, and all that mattered was the person that just walked through the door.

It was her. She was looking around, as if trying to find someone. Her lips were in a small pout like they always are when she’s concentrating.

Mark couldn’t move, but somehow, he felt as if he was sinking to his chair.

Her eyes wandered around the cafe until it landed on his. She gasped, then blinked three times. For a moment, she looked lost, but then she shook her head and started walking towards Mark who was still frozen.

“Hi,” she said, looking at him but averting his gaze almost immediately.

He wanted to look away, but he couldn’t. He was pissing himself, trying to find the words to say, but his mind was malfunctioning at the moment. He didn’t know what to do. This is the most nervous he’d been in his whole life and that says a lot.

Mark stood up, took a deep breath, and mustered all the energy he could. “Y/N,” he said. “H-hi.”

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best part 1: jung jaehyun (yoonoh)

“you don’t know babe, when you hold me and kiss me slowly it’s the sweetest thing.”

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- pairing: jung jaehyun (yoonoh) x videoeditor!reader - genre: fluff, suggestive, first date vibes y’all. - rating: T for teen, wanna be a little safe - word count: 4,933 - warnings: none really :,)

a/n: first part of this series! the nct cover of best part really has me quaking anytime I even think about it and it even gave me some inspiration :,) i hope you guys like it!

The first time you felt Yoonoh’s lips on yours, it felt like the burning heat of one billion suns.

The first time you’ve been that close to the one you call yours, the first time someone has made you feel as if you’re floating.

The first time of many, you can say that for sure.

It all started roughly half a year ago; your best friend begged you to do her a little favor to join her for an impromptu double date, both people which she knew but had “no place” to tell you who they were.

For one, you were a little upset with the fact that she hasn’t told you about this person she’s seeing, or the people you’re both going to see, but she’s your best friend, your ride and die, you would do anything for her and she would too.

Oh, and she promised free food and free drinks. What could go wrong?

You hum along to the music as you take a look into your mirror, looking at your makeup. You touch up a couple places, fluff your hair, smooth your hands down your torso and sigh. You aren’t particularly excited to go out on a date with a complete stranger, but then again, a little part of you is feeling the excitement and thrill of meeting a new person, the little hopeful part of you hoping that they’re at least cute.

ding

Your text tone goes off, momentarily cutting off the music. You move over to check to see a message from your best friend.

Dayoung: hope you’re looking gorgeous, i’m heading to the station right now, see ya in 10 :)

You roll your eyes and let out a small laugh, knowing that she’ll “be there in 10″ really means she’ll be there in 30 minutes, at the minimum.

You: okayy, be safe dayoung-ie, don’t go wandering off now.

—–

Your ears perk as your doorbell goes off, “Wow Dayoung,” you think, “almost on time, new record.”

You go to open the door as you open your arms to hug your best friend.

“Thank you so much for doing this for me,” she smiles, hugging you tightly.

You hug back, “Of course, now can you please tell me who they are since we’ll be meeting them in…” you check your phone, “…ooh, 15 minutes. I hope it isn’t too far.”

Dayoung rolls her eyes and toes off her shoes. “We’re meeting at a place only 5 minutes away from here, calm down. Also, you might want to sit when I tell you who exactly we’re going on a date with.”

You nod, a little confused, but you still go with her. The two of you sit down on your couch. She faces you and with her phone in her hand and places it on her lap, holding both of your hands within her own.

“Okay, you have to promise not to get mad at me or freak out,” she starts. You nod, even more confused than you were before.

She sighs, “So, you know how I did makeup for that rookie group when I worked Inkigayo last week?”

You nod, indicating her to continue. You understand that there are some things that she can’t tell you due to the idols privacy and stuff. Makeup artist things.

“Well, while I was there, something happened with NCT and their makeup department or something; I’m still not too clear on the details; and they needed someone to do their makeup.

Since my group is small, I was already done with their makeup when they called me to go over and help. Being the awesome, nice caring person I am, I went there, no questions asked, and went to go do some of the member’s makeup. I ended up doing Johnny’s makeup and we instantly hit it off and we exchanged numbers and well, one thing led to another and–”

You look at her with wide eyes as you put two and two together. “Wait, so you’re telling me that--”

“--Yeah. He asked me out on a date and I panicked because this is a huge no-no in this industry and if it was just him and me, so many scandals and bad things would happen to him so asked if I could bring a friend and he said ‘Sure, if I can bring one too.’“

She squeezes your hands tightly as you try to take a second to understand exactly what’s going on. Woah. Now it makes a little more sense as to why she couldn’t tell you.

You take a deep breath as you ask, “Okay... well, I know that you know this can almost make you lose your job and you did mention the scandals, but do you really think this is a good idea?”

She nods frantically, “Trust me, I really thought about this for nights on end. I knew that it would be easier to just leave and tell him that this date isn’t a good idea, but Y/N, I like him so much.”

“Dayou–”

“I know, I know, it’s crazy. I know I can lose this job, but even though we’ve only been talking for a couple days, I don’t know, something just feels so right with him. I can’t explain it. I mean, we text almost all day every day and honestly, it–it makes me feel as if I want to risk it all with him, you know?”

You look into your best friends eyes and you’ve never seen them shine more truth and passion. Your practical side is screaming at you to tell her to stop and keep her and her career above anything else, but the emotional side of you is telling you to let her damn it all and be happy for her and support her with your entire being.

You close your eyes for a second, letting out one more sigh, “Look, I know you’re a strong, smart, independent girl and I know you never regret your decisions. I’m going to support you in every way that I can, but please, be careful.”

She nods, pulling you into a hug.

As you both pull away from the hug you laugh, “Okay, one last question. Who am I going on a date with and is it an actual date?”

She laughs back and takes her phone that’s resting on her lap. “Sweetie, it’s a blind date. Let’s not ruin the fun now, shall we? C’mon, we need to leave now. Johnny said that they’re leaving the dorms now.”

You stand up together as you put your purse over your right shoulder. “Dayoung-ie,” you whine, “At least give me a hint or something.”

Dayoung and you put on your shoes and leave the apartment, you turning around to lock the door. “Fine, I’ll give you this much. He’s one of Johnny’s closest friends. Now c’mon, we don’t want to keep them waiting.”

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“Johnny!” Dayoung cheers, hugging the tall boy. He smiles and hugs her back.

“You look gorgeous,” he flirts to your best friend, “So this is the famous Y/N! Dayoung talks about you a lot.”

“Oh? All good things I hope?” you joke.

“Well, she tells me you’re an amazing friend who supports her no matter what and seeing as you’re here with us today, I can call that a fact.” He compliments. You smile as you look to Dayoung, happiness was almost radiating out of her as she sees her best friend and potential boyfriend interacting with each other.

Dayoung takes a seat across from Johnny, you to the empty chair. You haven’t thought too much about it but now that you’re settled down and seated, you realize that your date isn’t present.

Dayoung seems to take notice of this as well as she asks, “Hey Johnny, where is…” She takes a look at you and holds one hand to her face, “…You-know-who?”

He gives a smile and puts a hand over his mouth, “You-know-who is in the bathroom right now, he should be back soon. He told me he was pretty nervous because this is his first date in a while and when he gets nervous he tends to–”

“–Okay, well, this isn’t exactly how I thought my introduction would go,” someone says from behind Johnny. You look to him and your eyes go wide for the nth time of the night.

“Hey, Jaehyun! You’re back!” Johnny smiles. Everyone stands up to greet the dimpled boy. He introduces Dayoung to Jaehyun and she introduces you.

“This is my best friend, Y/N. Don’t worry, she understands the entire situation,” Dayoung smiles.

Jaehyun reaches his hand out to you and you place your hand in his, expecting a handshake. He gently raises your hand and places a gentle kiss on the top of it, blood rushing to your cheeks in an instant. “Hello, Y/N. I’m Jung Yoonoh or Jaehyun, I go by either. It’s so nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you, too,” You say softly, the blush on your cheeks getting hotter. You know he’s charming on TV and to his fans, but it never occurred to you that he could be this charming in person.

You all sit down in your respected spots and pick up the menus, Johnny and Dayoung immediately entering in conversation. You glance down at the specials then glance back at the gorgeous man sitting across from you, his brown hair covering his forehead, his soft cheeks similar to rice cakes adorned with deep dimples as he smiles at something Johnny says. His eyes meet yours as you quickly bring them down back into the menu, knowing that he caught you staring but hoping he didn’t.

“So Y/N, we know what Dayoung does, what do you do?” Yoonoh asks you, his dark eyes looking at you as you look up at him.

“Well, I –um– I am on the editing team for KBS. I mainly edit for the show Return of the Superman, but I also edit for other shows too, sometimes some dramas.”

“She’s really amazing at it, I’ll tell you that.” Dayoung smiles, “She isn’t only limited to video editing on TV, she also edits music videos for groups for different companies.” Dayoung puts a hand on your back as she beams like a proud mother.

“That’s actually how we met. She was on the editing team for a rookie group which I was doing the makeup for.”

You and Dayoung break off into another conversation, arguing about how exactly the two of you met. To be honest, it has been so long with so many other memories that everything has just blurred together with you two. A true friendship. Your gaze meets Yoonoh’s again, except this time, he’s the one staring at you. He blushes and you notice his ears beginning to turn red.

“You know, I don’t even remember the last time I – Oh, Yoonoh-ie, your ears are turning red. Your true feelings are showing now~” Johnny teases as you and Dayoung laugh. He brings a hand up to his ear to feel them and he sheepishly looks towards Johnny, avoiding looking at you mainly because you were the cause.

The rest of the evening goes nicely. You learn more about Yoonoh, he learns more about you. You “accidentally” stare at him, he to you. Every little conversation you have with each other seems to send butterflies throughout your entire body, making you feel weightless. If he was able to make you feel like this through conversation, you don’t think you can even comprehend how he’ll make you feel in any other aspect.

You all stay at the restaurant until closing, talking, laughing, simply enjoying each other’s company. Once one of the staff asks, nicely, for you guys to leave, you decide it’s time to head home. You stand outside of the restaurant, your arm linked with Dayoung’s.

“Well, it looks like this is where we part ways,” Johnny says. “Do you have a ride home, Dayoung?”

She shakes her head, “Nope. I took the subway here to Y/N apartment. It’s not that far from here.”

“I can drive you home if you’d like,” Johnny suggests casually as if that was just a normal thing you guys can do in this situation. “And Yoonoh can walk home Y/N?”

“Wait a sec, are you sure this is okay?” Dayoung says, concern filling her voice. “What about the press, isn’t someone going to find out, I mean–”

“–Hey, relax. It’s what, almost midnight? There’s no way dispatch or anyone will be here at this hour. It’ll be fine.”

You and Dayoung look at each other, contemplating for a little while. You can see in her eyes that she really wants to be alone with Johnny for a little while and, let’s face it, you want to be alone with Yoonoh as well.

“Well, you do have a point,” you begin. “It’s late, I think this would be good. It sits better on my conscious that someone goes home with Dayoung. I get really scared when she rides the subway by herself.”

“I’ll keep her safe, don’t worry Y/N,” Johnny says with a bright smile on his face. “Be safe, Yoonoh-ah~ I won’t wait up for you tonight~” He gives one final cheer. Dayoung smacks his arm gently as she hugs you goodbye.

“Thank you so much for doing this for me.” She says.

“No, thank you for bringing me with you,” You reply, a broad smile on your face. “I understand how you feel about Johnny now.”

She smiles at you as she steps away towards Yoonoh, giving him a hug before she and Johnny leave. You and Yoonoh watch your two best friends leave together, seeing them completely and purely happy. A comfortable silence falls over the two of you as your friends soon walk out of sight.

“Ready to go?” Yoonoh breaks the silence, breaking you from your thoughts as well. You nod and start walking back towards your apartment, Yoonoh walking closely beside you, his arm casually brushing against yours from time to time.

“So, Yoonoh,” you start, “Or Jaehyun, which one do you prefer?”

“Either/or is fine, whichever is easier for you to remember.” He smiles at you.

“What’s the reason behind changing your name anyway? It’s always been one of the greatest mysteries to me,” you laugh.

He replies, “Well, when I was younger, my grandmother told me to change my name to Yoonoh for luck, or something like that, so when I became old enough, I changed it. But, when I became an idol, I wasn’t that creative with a stage name and there already was someone with a name similar to mine so I decided to go by Jaehyun.”

“Oh, like U-Know from TVXQ?”

“Exactly. I honestly don’t really care what people call me, whatever is most comfortable for them.”

“You’re so caring,” you flirt lightly.

He smiles, his ears turning red again, “So, uh, tell me, Y/N, were you shocked when Dayoung said she was seeing Johnny?”

“Well, I was rather shocked, considering I found out 15 minutes before the date started. To be frank, I was scared too. I didn’t know how this was all going to work out, exactly.”

“I found out about the same time you did,” He tells you, hiding his hands in his pockets from the cold, “I actually almost made him stay home because of what could happen, but then he told me that he understands everything and yet he still wants to see her. I only really agreed to come to see exactly who Dayoung is and to see why he’s so crazy about her.”

“And to be honest, I’m not saying this just to get on your good side or anything, but Dayoung seems like an amazing person and I understand why Johnny fell head over heels for her.”

Your heart fills with even more happiness from the nice compliment to your best friend. You do think she’s an amazing person who you do know has gone through her fair share of terrible boyfriends. You do think she deserves someone who genuinely cares about her and from what you saw at dinner tonight and what Yoonoh just told you about Johnny’s feelings, you can tell just how much Johnny cares for Dayoung.

“Well, I’m glad you decided to let him go. I’m really glad to have met you too,” You smile at him.

He smiles back, “Me as well. Johnny wasn’t wrong when he said this was my first date in a long time because as sad as it seems, it really was…” he trails off.

You giggle at that, putting a hand on his arm, “It’s okay, this was my first date in a long time as well. I love my job, don’t get me wrong, but sometimes editing all day and night doesn’t let me exactly go out and socialize much, let alone even try to find a date.”

You pull your hand off, knowing that you let it linger a little bit too long. He didn’t seem to mind it, though.

“Well, I hope that your first date in a long time wasn’t completely and utterly terrible,” he laughs, giving you a happy smile.

You return that beautiful smile with your own, “Well, it was many things, but terrible is the last thing it was.”

You walk together, side by side, all the way to your apartment complex. With the building coming into sight, you were tempted to take him around the block so you wouldn’t have to end this date so early.

He walks you up to your apartment, making sure you made it all the way home safely.

“Thank you for walking me home,” You say, standing in front of your door. “Would you like to come inside? Have a drink or something?”

He politely declines; a true gentleman, “No, it’s fine, I don’t want to intrude.”

“You know, Y/N,” he starts, “I’ve had an absolutely amazing time tonight, and I know we just met, but you’re an amazing person and I’d love to keep in contact with you.”

You smile, “Of course! I was actually hoping we’d share contact information somehow. If you didn’t ask me, I would probably ask Dayoung for it to be honest…”

He laughs and pulls out his phone, his eyes widening for a quick second. “You know what I just noticed?”

You look at him, waiting for him to continue.

“Johnny was my ride home.”

He looks at you with mock sadness in his eyes as you share a laugh. You turn around to unlock your apartment, inviting him inside again.

“My offer for that drink still stands.”

He laughs and follows you inside your apartment. You show him to your living room and tell him to sit on the couch while you get some drinks. He thanks you and apologizes for intruding which you shake off, telling him you don’t mind.

You head your way to your kitchen, Yoonoh scolding Johnny for not thinking the ride situation through (but subtly thanking him as well). You bring back two glasses of water, seeing as you didn’t really have any other drink in your fridge.

“Sorry, this is all I have,” You say sheepishly. He smiles to you and accepts the water, taking a sip.

“No need, thank you for everything. I just called Johnny and he said that he just dropped off Dayoung and he’ll be here soon.”

You nod, happy that you get a little more time with Yoonoh. You both sit together on your couch, exchange your numbers, and talk even more about each other. He tells you about his group and how they never let him relax sometimes. He tells you about how sweet Donghyuck is on the outside, but how evil he becomes if anyone makes him mad. Every story makes you happy and every story you tell him in return seems to make him happy as well.

This is the first date you’ve had in a long time, sure, but you do know that most of the time if you’ve spent this much time with someone, you wouldn’t be sitting on this couch talking, you’d be sitting on this couch making out at this point. All of you dates before would always end up like this, none of them ever taking the time to get to know you like Yoonoh is.

Everything ends so abruptly, him stopping mid-sentence at the sound of his phone ringing.

“Oh, it’s Johnny,” he says, picking up the call.

Yoonoh responds to Johnny with several “mhm’s” and “okay’s” until he hangs up. You watch as he takes his phone and goes to his messages, seeing nearly 100 messages all from Johnny. He laughs and shows you.

“He’s been texting me this entire time apparently. Poor Johnny doesn’t know how to wait for 5 minutes.” He teases as you laugh.

“Well, I’d hate to leave him waiting even longer.” You stand up together as you walk him out.

He puts his shoes on and reaches his arms towards you, pulling you into a hug. “Thank you for letting me stay for a little bit. I’ve had an amazing time tonight.”

You smile into the hug, feeling his warm arms around you fills you with so much happiness. Everything feels so right at that moment.

You both pull away, a blush visible on your face. “No worries, thank you for the awesome time. Tell Johnny I say hello.”

“Of course, I’ll text you later.” He gives you a dimpled smile, “Have a good night, Y/N.”

“You too, Yoonoh.”

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That was the start of it all. You find yourself texting Yoonoh almost all day and he would reply as much as he could, texting you whenever he’d get a break from his schedule. You both find each other falling more and more in love with each other and you finally understand why Dayoung wants to risk it all with Johnny.

Simply seeing that dimpled smile changes your mindset every time.

He’d always do his best to spend as much time with you as he could, he would usually come over to your apartment after dance practice, finding your cozy apartment the perfect place to rest and relax as you both catch up on Netflix series you start together.

It’s a cold winter day, the snow falling steadily outside as you snuggle up under the soft blanket you share with Yoonoh, sitting close together on your couch.

“Yoonoh,” you say, looking at the man sitting next to you. He faces you, giving you his attention. “Has Johnny talked about him and Dayoung yet?”

Yoonoh shakes his head, “No? Did something happen?” Concern fills his voice.

You reassure him, “No, no, it’s actually really great news.” He gives you a soft “ooh”, telling you to continue.

“They’ve finally made it official, I mean, at least with each other.”

A wide smile makes its way on Yoonoh’s face, “Wow, finally! I knew it was going to happen but I knew Johnny kept wanting to ask her in the cheesiest way possible.”

“Dayoung said it was pretty cheesy,” you laugh, pulling up your text messages with her. “She said Johnny made a playlist on Spotify or something out of songs that spelled out “Will You Be My Official Girlfriend?” and she said that the playlist is awful but the thought was good. Here, look.” You give him your phone as he reads the playlist.

You lean your head on his shoulder, reading the messages as he does. He lets out a hearty laugh, “Well, that’s one way to do it, Johnny.” He hands you back your phone and you keep your head on his shoulder, liking the feeling of being this close to him. You keep your phone on your lap, your hands folded over them as you both bring your attention back to the show.

Yoonoh pulls his hands out from under the blanket and reaches for yours, intertwining your fingers together. Holding hands while you two were together is something fairly new to the two of you, a rather simple argument about hand sizes starting one of your favorite things to do with him. Your heart beats in your chest, you and Yoonoh have been spending so much time with each other recently and it’s been sparks every time. You want to confess to him, you want to become official, but anytime you think about it, you get nervous beyond belief.

Anytime you think about telling him you want to become official, the butterflies in your stomach flutter even faster as your heart beats out of your chest. You want it so bad, but you’re scared. You’re scared that he will reject you, scared that he’ll tell you that he simply can’t. You don’t want to stop seeing him, but you want more. You want to be able to call him yours.

Deep in your thoughts, you barely notice his eyes on you, seeming as if he was thinking as well. When you finally notice his eyes on you, you look up at him from your comfortable spot on his shoulder, your eyes meeting each other.

You stare into each other's eyes for a little bit, the series playing softly in the background. Your heartbeat picks up, you don’t know exactly what’s happening, but every part of you just wants to sit back and join along in the ride.

His eyes trail down to your lips; his hand that isn’t tightly gripped in your own reaches over to tuck your hair behind your ear. Indescribable. There’s no word to describe just how beautiful you look right at that moment. Inside and out, Yoonoh has fallen for you. He wants to be with you. He wants to call you his girlfriend, his.

He keeps that hand he used to tuck your hair behind your ear on your cheek as he angles your face up. He doesn’t know what he’s doing, but whatever he’s doing feels so right.

You tip your chin up as you give in, letting your body move on its own. Yoonoh leans his face towards yours, tilting his head slightly, both of your eyes beginning to close.

His heart beats oh so quickly as he finally feels his lips brush lightly against your own, the feeling sending sparks throughout his entire body, making him want more.

He grips your hand tighter and presses his lips against your own once again, this time not a simple brush but a full touch, his lips fitting perfectly with your own.

Your lips move together in sync as you share your first kiss with each other. You feel as if the heat of one billion suns is generating though you as your lips move with his own. He moves the hand that was on your burning cheek down to your waist, pulling you closer to him. Everything felt so right.

At that moment, he wasn’t Jung Jaehyun of NCT; an idol with so many limits and restrictions to his life. He was Jung Yoonoh, a man you’ve gone on a blind date with some weeks ago and now you’ve fallen for him.

You sigh into the kiss as you move so you weren’t in such an awkward angle, using your free hand to rest on the back of his neck, playing with his hair while you both moved your lips together, slowly, filled with so much love and emotion.

Your lips dance together slowly, everything so passionate, so raw, so emotional. Both of your hidden emotions pour out in this kiss.

You both pull apart mutually, resting your foreheads together. Your eyes remain closed as Yoonoh finally utters the words you’ve wanted to say since the night you met him.

“Please, be mine,” he asks in a hushed voice.

You respond by placing your lips back on his, hoping your answer will suffice. You smile in the kiss, tears of happiness threatening to spill out of your eyes.

You pull him down as you lay down, wanting to be even closer with him. He kisses you deeper, trying to be as close to you as humanly possible. Both of his hands rest on either side of you as your wrap both of your arms around his neck, holding him closely.

Yoonoh knows you can feel his heart beating for you, but he’s too happy to care. He’s wanted to kiss you for weeks now, the only thing holding him back was the uncertainty of you feeling the same way. Now he knows the feeling of holding you, the feeling of your soft lips on his, the feeling of being yours; he can’t ever let this feeling go.

You and Yoonoh spend the rest of your time together that day just like that. Cuddling with each other, kissing each other from time to time, enjoying finally being with each other, basking in the warmth of your love.

You would sort out the details later: if you decide to tell the company or keep your relationship a secret, if you’ll tell the members all together or one by one... all of those were tomorrow problems.

The way he holds you, the way he kisses you, it’s truly the sweetest thing. It makes you forget about everything that may go wrong with being together but to hell with it. You love him and he loves you.

And damn it, you’re ready to risk it all for him.

And he is too.

ahh i wanna kiss yoonoh :,)

hope you guys like it!

more coming soon! stay tuned.

requests are open!!!

- Amy <3

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Remus is Matt Hitt…

I FIXED THIS POST!! SORRY KATE!!

Hi Kate @curlyremus Happy 🎂 sweetie!! Some of us on WDS put this silly drabble together for your 🎂, incorporating as it does your one true 😍: Matt Hitt ;)

@nagemeikenu @confunded-gryffindor @letsdothepanic @meandminniemcg

and I contributed (I think!! apologies if I missed anyone else!!) but this is from everyone on WDS:

xoxoxoxoxo

“🐶!”

Teddy was basically squealing at this point, and Remus was already racing after his son. He had been playing football with Teddy in the park and suddenly Teddy had gone from chasing the ball to disappearing after a large 🐕. How was a five-year old this fast? It had to be illegal in the eyes of nature. Maybe he should have listened to Tonks and gone to the gym that morning; then again, if he’d gone to the gym, he wouldn’t have the energy to give Teddy the attention he deserved.

“Teddy, remember, if you run towards a 🐕 who doesn’t know you, they might be 😨.” Remus shouted.

Now Teddy did slow down, but he didn’t stop. “Hey, doggy, can I pet you?”

Sirius glanced down at the excitable 👶 who had bounced right over to him, and then did a double take, noticing the absence of a parental figure. What was one supposed to do with small children?

“Bollocks!” he muttered under his breath, grabbing hold of Padfoot’s collar.

Padfoot barked gleefully in his extraordinarily deep voice. The cute 👶 stared at the huge, black 🐕 with saucer-shaped eyes momentarily and then opened his 👄 wide.

“It’s 🆗, don’t 😭, he’s actually a complete softie,” Sirius hastily blurted out, hunkering down beside Teddy.

“He’’S SO CUTE!” Teddy squealed with delight, jumping up and down to emphasise his glee.

Fearlessly he stretched out his ✋ and started stroking Padfoot’s shaggy coat, rubbing behind his ears.Padfoot gave a delighted yelp and began furiously wagging his tail.

“I WANT TO KEEP HIM! HE’S BEAUTIFULLER THAN ANY 🐕 EVER!” Teddy continued excitedly.

“Woof! Woof!” Padfoot seemed to be in agreement.

Sirius beamed at him proudly.

“Well, you’re not wrong there, mate!” he grinned at Teddy. “What’s your name?”

“Teddy,” said the boy, who was too busy cooing over the gigantic mutt to listen to Sirius.

“Where’s your mummy?” Sirius asked anxiously scanning the surrounding field.

“Dunno. Daddy is here, somewhere,” said Teddy, blissfully unaware of anything as mundane as parents and disappearing sons.

“Oh,” said Sirius, standing up as he saw a tall man looking around in an agitated manner and then running towards him. “Hang on, that’s not…”

Damn, the man looking incredibly hot, like a carbon copy of the very person Sirius had had a not-so-secret crush on for ages. But it couldn’t be him, his dad couldn’t be…

“Fucking hell!” Sirius gasped. “Is your dad Matt Hitt?”

“Mummy says language!” Teddy said.

“💩, sorry, I mean, sorry!” Sirius winced with embarrassment.

“No, but the mummies are always saying that and then Amy’s mummy gave daddy her mobile number and daddy was cringed. And daddy says that-” Teddy continued happily.

“I what?” Remus bent over breathing hard from the sprint towards Sirius, sighing with relief and rubbing teddy’s hair.

“This man is so 🆒, and he has the bestest doggo in the entire 🌍 and he thinks you’re very beautiful,” Teddy announced matter-of-factly.

Sirius immediately turned bright red and cleared his throat hurriedly, hands fidgeting with his leather jacket.

“Er, I just, I made a silly mistake, you’re not Matt Hitt… are you?” Sirius felt like either smacking himself in the face or wishing the ground would swallow him up immediately.

Or both. Preferably both. The Matt Hitt look-alike grinned sheepishly.

“Well no, clearly,” he said.

Sirius could have sworn the man’s cheeks had turned an adorable shade of pink.

“Sorry about Teddy, he’s mad about dogs and-”

“No, no, please, no need to apologise whatsoever!” Sirius did his best to put on a cocky 😏, which he could usually master with practised ease.

Somehow what with his ❤️ hammering inside him and his pupils dilating and his breath hitching as he stared at this heavenly creature, he was quite sure he came off sounding more pathetic idiot than bad-boy biker.

“OMG! It’s Matt Hitt, guys!!”

Sirius turned to 👀 a group of squealing teens run up to them in excitement, two girls and two boys.

“A-mazing!” said the red haired boy, whipping out his 📱. “I do fancy the socks off you! Can we all get a selfie with you?”

“OMG, same!” cries the blonde-haired girl, clapping her hands with giddy joy.

“Guys, guys!” Remus grimaced and held up his hands helplessly, not sounding particularly surprised. “I’m not Matt Hitt! I’m Remus Lupin, Welsh, work in a bookshop, play the 🎸 in my spare time, 😍 🍝 and 🍣, happily single father of one!”

He looked far too young to be a dad.

“Oh!” The group of teenagers looked at him suspiciously.

“Are you sure though?” The boy with the dreadlocks asked.

“Last I checked. Yeah, quite sure,” Remus 😂.

“What a disappointment!” the green-haired girl sighed loudly, as they all walked off huffing dramatically.

“That’s not the first time this has happened to you then, is it?” Sirius smirked at Remus.

Remus 😂 ruefully, playing with Teddy’s hair.

“Ugh! Once I had a bunch of paps follow me down the street because I was leaving some bloke’s apartment and they thought I’d been cheating on Dakota Johnson with a man!”

Sirius tried not to let on how pleased he was to hear that last part.

“💩, that sounds rough,” he winked mischievously at Remus.

“I don’t even look like this Matt person at all, I mean, very vague resemblance is all…” Remus rolled his eyes.

Sirius glanced at him from head to toe appreciatively. He had seen Matt Hitt playing live in a pub once. He had also seen hundreds of photos online.

“You’re fitter than him by far, don’t worry,” he smiled.

He meant it

Remus raised his eyebrows and burst out 😂.

“You’re good,” he chuckled, his amber eyes warm and inviting.

Padfoot barked in agreement and turned around to lick Sirius’ face, practically knocking him over.

“Your 🐕 is a fan,” Remus added, enjoying the embarrassed grin on Sirius’ face as he stumbled to steady himself.

Padfoot turned and looked at Remus excitedly, getting ready to jump up again.

“Unruly mutt!” Remus said, regarding the 🐕 with a twinkle in his eyes.

Padfoot sat down immediately and wagged his tail.

“How did you…?” Sirius stared at Remus in shock.

“I don’t have room in my life for another six-year-old, yeah?” Remus continued talking to Padfoot.

Padfoot gave a polite bark and lay on the ground, keeping his eyes fixed on Remus.

“What the…” Sirius looked at them both, his 👄 wide open.

“Nice 🐕 you got there, sorry I didn’t catch your name?” Remus said.

“Sirius, Sirius Black,” Sirius’ voice was low and scratchy.

A Matt Hit look-alike who Padfoot had fallen 😍 with - actually his 🐕 had simultaneously fallen 😍 with the sweet kid and the angel-slash-stunning-dad.

“Do you have room in your life to get to know an idiot with a large 🐕, a larger 🏍️ and a small 🏦 account?” he said impulsively.

Fuck it, thinking things through before acting on them wasn’t his forte…

“This particular idiot, with the hottest 😁 and the Greek God looks?” Remus said.

There was the tiniest hint of a teasing 😁 on his face.

Sirius found himself nodding pathetically

“When you brought up small, I thought you were going to say something else,” Remus tried to keep a straight face.

Sirius snorted involuntarily.

“I hoped he was going to say a small 🐱,” said Teddy, looking at Remus and Sirius earnestly. “Did you, daddy?”

“Er, yeah, a small 🐱,” Remus 😂 quietly.

He looked at Sirius again.

“I have a kid, his mum and I are still good friends, and Teddy takes up a lot of my time. He’s my priority.”

“I get it,” Sirius said, stepping closer to him.

“I think I could make it my business to find some time?” Remus replied.

#omg tumblr keeps messing up this post!!#sorry!#kate happy birthday #wolfstar au drabble WDS

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