#all of the trophies were hidden so i didn’t know what i was missing

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Chapter 31 - Rookie of the Year

Last regular chapter! We have the Drive to Survive episode and then the prologue left! I'm not going to say many words because my farewell to this story will come after DTS drops which will be tomorrow night around 8:30 pm CT

The end of To Do is To Dare is scheduled for this Saturday, 11:30 am CT.

I love you all!

“Kid, are those shorts?” 

You looked up the phone in your hand up to Max, who was sitting in front of you in the limo. Your eyes flitted back down to your lap, where your dress had ridden up to reveal the basketball shorts that were supposed to be hidden. 

You shot him a sheepish grin. 

“Quite possibly.” 

Max rolled his eyes. “And why are you wearing shorts underneath a 7 thousand dollar dress?” 

“If Zendaya can do it, so can I. And besides, I’m taking them off when we get close. I just didn’t want to cross my legs in the car.” 

A snort came from Arthur, who sat to your right. To his opposite sat Charles. The four of you were all decked out in clothing that could definitely pay for a high end sports car. The Armani suits were tailored to the two Monegasques. Max’s suit and your dress were from the newest Dior line, thanks to your own ambassadorship with the luxury brand. The heels on your feet costs thousands as well. You didn’t even want to think about how much the jewelry that adorned your wrists, neck, and ears cost. 

Arthur leaned over, hand on your thigh. “Well you might want to take them off because we’re about 5 minutes away.” 

A pout grew on your lips, but you appropriately slid the basketball shorts off your smooth legs. You definitely didn’t miss the ogling eyes of your boyfriend. You gave him an innocent smile, which made him glare at you. 

“You think I’ll get rookie of the year?” 

The question made the men groan. 

You gawked at them. “What? I don’t know if they’ll do it since I was the only rookie. That’s like giving a first place trophy to the only alone person in a competition. Useless.” 

Charles gave you a smile. “What previous awards have you won or records you have broken?” 

Your eyes flickered to the ceiling in thought. 

“Ok, so I was the youngest European Karting Division Champion in 2010, the youngest Italian Karting Division Champion in 2012, youngest F4 race winner and champion in 2018, youngest F3 race winner and champion in 2019, youngest F2 race winner in 2020. That year I was also Rookie of the Year and got the Jules Bianchi award. And then I was the youngest F2 champion in 2023. This year I was the youngest pole sitter in F1, I had the most points for a rookie year with 333 points, and then the most podiums for a rookie with 15 podium finishes. I equaled Lewis’s record of four wins in a rookie season. And I think that’s it…Why are you three staring at me like that?” 

A blush formed on your face as the three men just stared. Max shook his head in disbelief. 

“You’re more decorated than I am.” 

A roll of your eyes had him arguing. With the jerk of the car, the two of you silenced. Through the heavily tinted windows, you could see the flashes of cameras. You inhaled sharply which caught Arthur’s attention. 

“I’ll hold your hand the entire time ok?” 

A nod of your head let him know that you’d be fine with that. The moment the door opened, the noise was deafening. People were screaming your name, along with Max, Charles, and Arthur. You flashed the best smile you could as you walked to the building. But a certain car caught your eyes. The familiar navy was beaconing you to go over. You let your hand slip from Arthur as you got closer to your season car. 

“Hey buddy,” you whispered as you ran your hand along the carbon fiber body. You could still hear the flashes of the cameras but it didn’t matter to you anymore. You were back with your car that carried you so well during the races.

You leaned closer as if to tell a secret. “I’m still going to buy you so you can come rest with my other cars back home. I’m going to miss you Forum.” 

The name was a simple call back to the Formula cars. But, in your mind, you couldn’t just call him Formula, because that would be weird. Max only smiled when you told him the name earlier in the season. 

Apparently, the Red Bull cars were men. 

You smiled over your shoulder at Arthur who had waited for you. Internally, you were trying to waste time so you didn’t have to sit through long boring speeches. But, the look of mild panic of being late in Arthur’s eyes got you to start moving. 

Once inside, you welcomed the air conditioning. Arthur’s fingers found the open slot of your dress on your side. The comfort of the skin to skin contact was very appreciated. 

Thankfully, they had decided to put the top three at the same table. Since you and Max were on the same team, and Charles got along with the two of you quite well, they didn’t see a problem with you all sitting together. It definitely made the night less boring. 

When Max got up to say his acceptance speech, some tears rolled down your face. It was especially when he got to talking about you. 

The Dutchman smiled down at the table, or well, at you. 

“I don’t normally do this, but I also have to thank my teammate, Y/n. 

“When I heard that she was going to replace Sergio at the beginning of 2024, I was a bit hesitant. I am used to being in a comfortable spot in life, but the world decided to throw a 20-year-old at me and said ‘here you go, have fun’.” 

The crowd chuckled at his words, but you tried to laugh through the tears. Max continued.

“The first few races were great. I had to go find her after she borrowed a car, we played football on the Miami beach, and I got to really connect with drivers that I didn’t know I could be close to.” 

You saw a bigger smile grow on Charles’s face. You personally knew that the Ferrari driver was more than thankful for Max’s close friendship. It made the season go so much better than in 2022. 

“It was in Suzuka that I noticed that my teammate had become part of my family when I was so…scared to lose her. I know I wasn’t the only one that said I wouldn’t have continued to race if she had…” 

Max didn’t finish the sentence as he wiped his eyes. Arthur’s hand gripped yours a bit tightly at the reference to your DNF at Suzuka. 

The Champion inhaled before he spoke again. 

“But what matters is that she was able to finish the season with me in third place. We were able to take home the constructor’s championship with her fastest lap. 

“Y/n has meant so much more to me than a regular teammate. And I am thankful that we get to have more years of competitiveness together. I am 100 percent confident when I say that she will be a World Champion.

“Thank you.” 

Max walked off stage as the crowds roared at the completion of his speech. You were up next, so you stood from the table and walked over to meet him. He brought you into a big hug and didn’t let go for a bit. You felt him kiss the top of your head before he let you go. 

You shakily inhaled as you stood on the edge of the stage. 

“And now, please welcome the Rookie of the Year and third place winner of the Driver’s Championship, Y/n L/n!” 

Once you heard the clapping, you made your way to the middle of the stage. The man handed you two trophies that were a lot heavier than you thought. You awkwardly grinned as you stood still for pictures. 

One the man gave you the signal to start, you bent down slightly to put the trophies down. When you rose back up, you took a deep breath. You gave the crowd a smile before you started to speak. 

“First off, I’d like to thank everyone here today. It would be weird to be speaking to an empty room, so the audience is appreciated.” 

Laughter came from the crowd, which let you know that you were doing great. 

“Next, I’d like to thank my personal team. I wouldn’t be here without my physio, even if I continued to beg her to eat ice cream all the time. To my trainer, I don’t think I’d be able to even turn my steering wheel without him. And then to Vito, my manager. When I say that he is truly the only person who has stayed by myself through the years, it’s him. He didn’t have to stay, but he did. I’d be lost without him and probably driving an uber around cities to make money.” 

Your voice gave a little crack at the end, but a chuckle covered it up. You saw Vito smile at you and hold his thumb up. 

“Then there’s my found family. I’d like to thank the Leclercs for truly putting time and effort into my career. I can’t count the amount of times on my hand that Pascale sent me some extra food whenever she visited Arthur. I know she’s not here tonight, but she deserves all of my thanks. She truly treated me like her own, even if I wasn’t. She’s been the mother that I never got to have growing up.” 

“To Charlie, I didn’t think I’d ever be able to race and compete against my childhood hero. But here we are, with you looking at my backside throughout the season.” 

You heard a “hey!” from Charles that made the crowd laugh even louder. 

“But, we both know you came out on top despite some difficulties. Thank you for being so kind to me. And thank you for signing all three pairs of my Lightning McQueen Crocs.” 

Charles blew you a kiss which you pretended to catch. 

“Last and not least of my Leclerc entourage, Arthur. I cannot begin anywhere to ever tell you how thankful I was to be your teammate in Formula 2. You saw a frightened and anxiety-ridden girl, who thought that the 2023 season would be the end of her driving career. But, you took me to dinner after our first meeting, and in the process might have taken my heart as well. I’m glad that it only took me crashing my car in Japan for you to finally confess.” 

Once again, you choked a bit. But, you’re pretty sure that everyone in the room did as well. You sniffed as you wiped your eyes. 

“But I wouldn’t have it anyway.” 

At the table, there wasn’t a dry eye at all. Arthur was wiping at his eyes harshly in frustration. The tears would not stop falling. Even Max was crying and you hadn’t even said anything in his direction. The Dutchman knew that he would be a gonner the moment you said his name. 

“To the Red Bull team. Like I’ve said all night, there aren’t any words that could sum up my gratitude. I remember hearing the news that Max was signed at 17 and I only thought, gosh they had balls.” 

More laughter from the crowd. 

“Charles might be driving for Ferrari, but I have always wanted to drive for the energy drink team. Their famous saying, Red Bull gives you wings, has been entirely true for this season. You took a chance on me and gave me my wings to fly and soar. Thank you Christian for treating me like the dad I never had. I’m excited to be driving for you for many years.” 

You changed your card and looked down at the wobbly words due to tears. You looked up, and at that moment, you realized that your eye makeup must have been running. Oh well, who cares. 

“And finally, but maybe the most important person of all in this room, other than me of course.” 

Soft laughs could be heard despite the sobering moment to come. Everyone had been waiting to see what you would say about Max. 

“If there was an award for best teammate, I would give Max the trophy over and over again. I was so nervous to meet him. I didn’t want to be disrespectful, because you don’t just become a three-time world champion’s teammate without doing something right in life. But that happened to me. Almost immediately, I could tell that Max would be a good one.

“The night we met, he took me out to get ice cream and showed me pictures of his cats for hours. At Christmas, he knew that I didn’t have any family to spend it with and all but dragged me back to his home in Monaco. He made sure I knew that I was welcomed and loved. 

“Because that is what I admire about Max. Not his career, not his driving, and definitely not his cooking skills. I admire him for his ability to be kind and to love easy. I never had the best childhood, and Max knew nothing about it, but he treated me with such preciosity. He made me feel wanted for maybe the second time in my life. 

“My childhood was filled with moments of unwantedness. I was a female going against the best boys and men in the motorsport leagues. I was treated unfairly sometimes, but I was never treated like that with Max. 

“So, Maximillian, I can’t thank you enough for making a little girl’s dream come true. I might have won all of these awards tonight, but I only feel like a winner because I am walking away with a group that no family could beat. 

“So thank you from the bottom of my heart.” 

The amount of applause could not be contained in the room. Even the security guards outside the door could hear the cheers and claps coming from the different personnel in the room. It wasn’t long before everyone was standing for you as you walked down. 

However, Max seemed to stand the straightest in pride for you. If it wasn’t for the tear stains on his cheeks, you wouldn’t even know that he had been crying. There was a genuine smile on his face. His arms opened for a hug when you got to the table. You put yourself there as he wrapped his arms around you. Your head rested gently on his shoulder. You felt his lips touch your forehead.

Once the hug was over, you felt another person wrap their hands around. You knew who is was once his lips touched your own. You melted a bit before Arthur leaned back.

“I am so proud of you.”

“Thank you mon bebe.” 

A groan left his lips. 

“You know what it does when you speak my language.” 

A smirk grew on your lips. “Oh I know.” 

Arthur only rolled his eyes. 

“My rookie of the year.” 

Max’s hands landed on your shoulder and Arthur’s. To be honest, you forgot that the rest of the word even existed. Oops. 

“Not rookie anymore. Time for the sophomore year!” Max’s voice sounded above the crowd. 

You looked up at the Dutchman. 

“I’m going to win the championship this year.” 

“No you aren’t.” 

“You are both wrong. I will be the world champion.” 

“Sure Charles, sure.” 

y/n.89 has posted

y/n.89 wow, I didn't expect to be walking home with three trophies tonight 😚 all jokes aside, thank you to the FIA for naming me Rookie of the Year (even if I was the only one) and then for granting me the first ever Woman of the Year in Motorsports. I'm hoping that in the next few years, others will be able to be bestowed this award like I have been. Thank you everyone! See you in a few months for testing 💙 - rookie out

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y/n.nation if you look in the back of the fourth picture, you can see me drowning on my tears

arthur_leclerc I am totally fine being the trophy husband

y/n.89 awwww I'm glad that I can have you as the trophy husband

y/nxarthur HUSBAND?

maxverstappen1 HUSBAND??

charles_leclerc HUSBAND?????

y/n.89 I said what I said - haters gonna hate 🤭

box_box_express I cannot WAIT for preseason testing, why do I miss this already?

y/n&co I'm just waiting for the DTS episode, it's going to be so good

y/n4ever her speech tonight, I'm kind of worried for the episode...

lestappenlove oh gosh, Charles and Max looked like such proud older brothers (I don't think I've ever seen either of them cry before)

maxverstappen1 couldn't have done anything without you kid! even if you continue to call me Maximilian in front of thousands and thousands of people

y/n.89 I don't care - you'll always be my maximillian 😆

sophomore_y/n the trophies are so pretty 🥹

formula1_edits I can see all the videos and edits on tik tok forming now - maybe something Harry Styles 🤔

author everything is going to be all right - just like it always is

y/n.89 thank you for making this happen!

author anything for you kid...anything

charles_leclerc CAN I BE WORLD CHAMPION PLEASE?????

formulala_delulu WHY IS IT ENDING??? 😭

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Embarrassing Moments

Hi. So this is my first real fic I've written but yeh. This is inspired by mine and @lyak12 's ramblings and daydreamings hehe.

Anyways, I don't think there are any warnings - it gets a little suggestive but no outright smut (if you get me) anyways here it is

Lucy Bronze x reader

TW: Suggestive (no outright smut - lead up to it)

Word count: 3.3k

Description: Lucy wants to break your record after the Champions League final

You had done it. Champions of Europe. You felt bodies land on you, causing you to stagger forwards. It hadn’t sunk in yet, and you weren’t quite sure you wanted to. This daze, this elation. You finally understood was Lucy was talking about, you wanted it again. She had always said as soon as she won something it was onto the next thing. And she was right. You had missed out on the Euros through injury, but you knew you wanted this feeling to never stop and to replicated it in a few months with the 3 Lions on your chest. Missing out on the Euros was saddening but getting to watch the entire tournament as a fan was an experience you hadn’t been able to do for a long time. But this joy was something else. Knowing that it was you that helped drag your team over the finish line. Knowing that you contributed to this win.

‘Oh, my fucking god!’ Keira screamed, arms wrapping round your shoulders.

‘Oh, my fucking god!’ You laughed, finally coming down to earth a little bit – at least enough to soak up the moment.

You were passed around from person to person. Sweaty hugs, sloppy kisses planted on cheeks, laughter and shouts coming from all directions. It wasn’t until familiar strong arms gripped you tightly that your head finally came out of the clouds.

‘Campeones de Europa,’ you said softly as you grinned up at her. ‘What’s this title? Number 4?’ She laughed

‘Eh. This one’s the most special.’ She replied. You furrowed your eyebrows at her, cocking your head to the side. ‘I’ve got you to celebrate with me’.

‘Oh, dear lord, Luce. So bloody cheesy’.

‘What can I say? I’ve got a trophy. And another champions league medal’. You rolled your eyes. She was always joking that out of all the medals and titles she’d won, you were her best prize.

You stood side by side as you clapped for Wolfsburg. Despite not knowing many of them personally, you knew how hard this would be for them. You didn’t doubt they would be back with a vengeance next year. Suddenly, it was your turn. Aitana was in front of you, beaming away and prattling something in Catalan. You couldn’t understand it, but you didn’t care. She was happy and that’s all that mattered.

Lucy was behind you – a hand dangerously low on your waist as she gently pushed you towards the officials. ‘Gracias,’ you murmured as a medal was slipped round your neck. You felt so much pride as you stepped up to kiss the trophy. Barcelona’s trophy. Your trophy. You took your place on the podium and pressed yourself into Lucy’s side. More shouts and cheers rang out as confetti rained down.

‘Hey.’ Lucy called to get your attention. You were trying to find your family – you had seen them briefly yesterday but, like all match days didn’t look for them in the crowd before the game. You turned, smiling when you realised just how close you were to her body. Hard muscles, soft skin, and that unique Lucy scent – a little sweaty, floral undertones from her shampoo and body wash and something undeniably Lucy. It was intoxicating. ‘I’m going to kiss you now. Okay?’ You think it was a question but the way she said it was a statement. Her hands threaded through you hair. The slightest nod was all she allowed before her lips were on yours. You heard cheers from the crowd and teammates alike and fervent camera clicks.

‘That’s…’ you breathed out when you parted. ‘That’s ... we're gonna break the internet.’ You weren’t really concerned. You had never hidden your 3-year relationship, but you had never been a fan of PDA, especially during a game.

 ‘Good.’ She smiled that breath-taking grin, pressing another kiss to your lips, before whisking you off to find your families.

‘You know …’ Lucy trailed off a little while later. You were back in the hotel lobby. Her arms wrapped around you as her fingers dipped below the waistband of your shorts. ‘I’ve been thinking’. You could tell exactly what she was thinking about. Her eyes had been slowly darkening since the dressing room. You had taken off your shirt (the sweaty material was sticking to you in a way that was slowly becoming too much) and danced around with Patri and Pina, screaming Spanish lyrics you only half understood – alcohol working wonders to slowly take away your inhibitions and reservations.

‘Oh no, that’s never good.’ You joked. You had eased up on the alcohol after the changing rooms. You didn’t want to be too drunk that you couldn’t experience the celebrations. Lucy was still nursing a beer, but you knew she was nowhere near drunk.

‘Ha ha,’ She said sarcastically. She readjusted the pair of you, your hands moving to fiddle with the loose hairs at the nape of her neck. ‘I was thinking we should set a new record…’ She waited for you to get what she meant. You looked confused for a moment, her eyebrow raising in response. It clicked. She wanted to beat your previous orgasm record. After the Euros you had gone, round after round, until you finally tapped out at 5 am. ‘It was seven for you after the Euros, right? Combined total of 11? I don’t think we’ve beaten that since then. But I have a feeling… tonight is the night. We’re going for 8… maybe even 9.’ The way she was talking so casually about your previous sex-capades had you blushing scarlet. You weren’t a prude per say but you weren’t as open as Lucy - never really spilling your secrets to your friends, often sporting a bright blush on your cheeks as stories were swapped across the changing rooms. You looked around, but no one was paying attention. Alexia had already dragged Olga off, and it looked like Mapi and Ingrid weren’t too far away either. You could see a hint of lime green disappearing around a corner, so you assumed Jill and Jana were making themselves scarce.

You couldn’t wait any longer. You pushed yourself up onto your toes and smashed your lips into Lucy’s. It wasn’t a pretty kiss. It was intense. Tongues and teeth clashing. Incredibly indecent and not at all appropriate for a public space. But you couldn’t find it in you to care.

‘Take me to bed’. You whispered. You were surprised she heard you – the music was loud and the conversations even louder.

‘Your wish is my command, princess’. The honorific had you clenching you thighs in anticipation of what was to come. The lift was torturous, the walk back to your room agonising, the wait as she fiddled with the key card was unbearable. But finally … finally, you were in your room.

You saw the intensity in Lucy’s eyes as you made your way passed her. It was a little overwhelming you, so to avoid her gaze, you played with the medal that was still swinging around your neck. ‘Your first Champions League title.’ You smiled, quietly proud of the achievement. You had come to Barcelona from your childhood club, Man City, as part of the exodus of players that left the club in the summer. You had never been the receiver of individual awards – not like Lucy who had probably hundreds of accolades to her name. But this felt special. Yes, it was a team award, but you were coming off of an injury that had prevented you from having the euro call up. The Spanish media had started calling you ‘la creadora de juego. ‘The playmaker’. You had been instrumental in most goals this season, either direct assists or making initial runs and occasionally tapping them in yourself. This felt like your medal.

‘I am so proud of you’. Lucy snapped you out of your daze with a gentle hand on your cheek. Whilst you were zoning out, she had stripped out of her top and shorts. It was a sight to see. It had you dizzy at the thought out what that body would do to you and what you could do to it. Thick thighs you could get yourself off on. Defined abs that would clench as you sent her flying over the edge. Strong arms that would hold you to her as she caught her breath again. Rough but soft hands that could have you teetering on the precipice in mere moments.

‘Te voy a follar hasta que veas estrellas.’ That had your head spinning even more. She was well aware of what her use of Spanish did to you and frequently used it to her advantage. I’m going to fuck you until you see stars. God, you hoped so. You let out a shaky breath. ‘Traffic lights?’ She asked, an eyebrow raised in expectation. You cleared your throat. You knew you had to be confident when you told her what the system meant.

‘Green means I’m good. Yellow means slow down. Red means stop’. Your voice was a little shaky.

‘Good girl’. Your heart fluttered as she leant down.

‘I’m not going to hold back.’ She reminded you. Her lips working on your neck leaving dark marks in their wake.

‘I don’t want you too’ You replied as you settle against the pillows. You could feel a smile against your naval as she descended down your body.

The sun is what awoke you the next morning. You were on your front, arms thrown over Lucy as your head rested on her outstretched arm. Her face was turned away from you, but you could already see the damage you had done to her neck. The crisp white sheet contrasted greatly against her tanned skin, but even though it covered her from her waist, you could still see the darkening splotches that you had bitten and sucked into her skin. You doubt you looked much better. You tried to shift so you could shower away the stickiness on your skin, but you couldn’t move. Lucy was facing away from you, her other hand resting on her stomach, so she couldn’t be blamed for whatever was keeping you hostage.

It was then, when you had become more aware of your body, just had much you ached. You had beaten you previous record last night. In fact, you had absolutely demolished your score. She had pulled 10 from you last night. And you had given her 6. You couldn’t imagine what it would take for you to beat this record – maybe the winning World Cup? ‘Luce,’ you called out. Your voice was raspy and deep. This was new – you knew you were loud in bed – you could no longer look at some of your City ex-teammates without being reminded of the amount of teasing you had received after an away win and Lucy’s return to games following an injury – but you’ve never lost your voice from sex before. You cleared your throat at tried again. ‘Luce?’ It was a little better – still undeniably overused but hopefully you could pass it off as from the match and pitch-side celebrations. It was clear that Lucy was still dead to the world, she always had been a deep sleeper, so with a monumental effort, you peeled yourself away from the warmth of her body and shuffled to the edge of the bed. It took more effort and a lot longer than you anticipated but you managed it. You could feel how weak you were, and you knew you couldn’t stand up without help.

‘Hmm, no. Come back.’ A deep, sleep-laced voiced complained from behind you.

‘I need help’. That got Lucy sitting up.

‘What’s wrong?’ She asked quickly, the panic evident in her voice.

‘I can’t stand up’

‘What do you mean you can’t stand …’ she trailed off. ‘Ohhhhh. Fucked you that good, did I?’ You could hear the smugness in her voice. ‘Did such a good job you can’t stand up’.

‘Please, Luce. We need to shower and get breakfast. It’s already past 10’.

‘Alright, alright. I’m here.’ You felt the bed moving before Lucy appeared in front of you. She offered you a hand which you took gratefully. You went to stand again but it was clear that Lucy would need to give more than just a hand. She chuckled a little at your gentle blush but hooked an arm under your elbow and helped you to the shower. You eyed her sceptically as she moved to get in with you.

‘You can barely stand,’ She protested, ‘I’m not about to let you try and shower alone’.

‘Ok but no funny business,’ you warned. She chucked and pressed a sweet kiss to your hairline.

The walk down to breakfast was a slight struggle. After showering you did feel a lot better. Lucy had rubbed the soap into your skin, giving a light a light massage as she went. But you still couldn’t stand up without assistance – once you were standing you were fine, when you were sitting you were fine, the moving in between was the issue. You also had a slight limp in your step and your voice was still raspy. Even after drinking 2 full bottles of water.

‘Hola Y/N. Hola Lucy’. Vicky called from where she was sat. Fuck! You had forgotten the B team had come to watch the match yesterday.

‘H – Hey Vicky’ You cleared your throat and smiled at the 16-year-old as Lucy deposited you next to her. You watched as her face furrowed in confusion and concern – the site of you limping and sounding so rough was not nice for her.

‘What’s wrong? Did you hurt yourself in the match?’ Oh, she was so innocent.

‘Yeah, Y/N, did you get hurt last night?’ Mapi looked with faux concern as she sat down at your table. Your jaw tightened as you glared at her.

‘No, no. I’m alright Vicky. I probably just celebrated a little too hard’. You tried to reassure her. Martina looked a little suspicious of you, but the rest of the B team nodded, seeming to accept your answer.

‘Is that right? Partied too hard, did you?’ Alexia sniggered. ‘Or was it another type of celebration that’s got you like this?’ She whispered as she took a seat on your left. You shot her a look.

A plate with a selection of breakfast foods was put in front of you as Lucy slotted in on your right. ‘Thanks, darling’ you said as a kiss was dropped on your head. ‘I don’t think that’s the only name you go by, is it Lucy?’ Patri laughed. You could feel your cheeks beginning to flare pink. Lucy just laughed along, not really minding the light-hearted teasing.

‘Also, Y/N you owe me several coffees. Because of you, I’d didn’t get any sleep,’ Pina added on. Your eyes widened at her comment.

‘Hey. We were celebrating what, can I say?’ Lucy shrugs as she sips on her coffee

‘There’s celebrating and then there’s whatever you guys were doing’ Ana giggled

‘Hey it’s perfectly natural. We’re all human and every human has needs,’ Lucy commented, nonchalantly.

‘Not everyone needs to know what happens behind closed doors, Luce’ You tried to sound joking and confident, but you knew you failed

‘You made it our business by being so loud,’ Salma chuckles.

‘Ok but surely your needs were met by round 3 or 4?’ Laia added in. Lucy just smiled in response and kissed your cheek, throwing an arm around your shoulders.

With every comment thrown your way about your evening with Lucy your cheeks got more and more scarlet. If you could stand up on your own, you would have left to go back to your room by now. It’s not that you necessarily minded the comments thrown your way, it was more that you didn’t like to have all the jokes be at your expense. Due to Lucy’s lack of reaction are your significant and obvious one, you were an easy target. It wasn’t until a comment by Mapi that Lucy intervenes.

‘Hey, Lucy. Do you mind giving me tips? Ingrid’s record is 4 but our anniversary is coming up and based what we all heard last night, I think you might have some.’ That set everyone off on another round of loud laughter. Even Paños and Marta joined in this time– usually they don’t entertain childish comments from some members of the squad.

‘Guys…’ you said weakly. Sure, Lucy liked having a joke around, a little giggle at her, or your, expense was ok every now and then. But she could see this was really beginning to affect you. Your head was bowed down, attempting to hide the worst of the blush. You looked seconds away from crying.

‘Alright, alright. Sorry, I kept you guys up. But let’s move it along, shall we?’ Lucy tried to steer the conversation away from your sex lives without disrupting the joking atmosphere.

‘It’s not you that kept us up.’ Bruna responded.

‘Suficiente’. Lucy said, firmer this time, in that voice that does things to you but everyone else knows she means business. And in Spanish. She knew that would get everyone’s attention – including yours. How could you still be horny after last night? You didn’t have an answer, but you knew it was all down to the woman sitting next you, her hand splayed wide, rubbing comforting circles on your lower back.

‘So, what’s everyone’s plans before the international break or pre-season?’ Ingrid asked. It was an obvious subject change, but you were grateful, nonetheless.

‘Hey, I’m sorry we took it too far,’ Alexia murmured as the attention shifted onto holiday plans. ‘We’re not judging you or anything. Personally, I’m very impressed. My record with Olga is 6 and even then, we have to spend the day in bed afterwards. How many was it?’

’10, I think. Lucy had 6’ You whispered back; voice barely audible as the volume in the breakfast room picked up.

’10. Ay dios mío. No wonder you’re barely walking.’ Alexia seemed incredulous. ‘I’m definitely going to need tips’. She laughed, as did you. Your laughter caught Lucy’s attention. You were still sporting a slight blush, but she could tell you were much more relaxed.

Eventually, breakfast came to an end. People slowly began drifting back to their rooms to get ready for the official celebrations this afternoon. As Lucy helped you stand, you could see Mapi shaking her head, laughing. She was clearly about to say something when Ingrid, the ever-perceptive woman that she was, wrapped an arm around her and pulled her away before anything was said. You winced slightly as you started moving, but you were definitely more mobile than this morning.

‘I really don’t like you right now,’ you grumbled, pouting to emphasise your point – the sounds muffled but still perceptible to Lucy, having been long acquainted with your dramatics.

Lucy laughed loudly at your comment as she sat on the bed. Despite your words, you stepped into her embrace, her fingers gently tracing lines up the back of your thighs.

‘No, you don’t’

‘Yes, I do’ Your actions betraying your words as you pushed her to lie back against the pillows.

Lucy’s laugh must have been loud enough for it to be heard from outside as Mapi shouts drifted through the wood ‘Don’t be too loud. There are children prese-’. A harsh smack cut her off. ‘Ay! Tan violenta, Jesus’ She complained.

‘Sorry, Y/N’, Ingrid’s much softer voice floated passed the door. You groaned in response. But Lucy only laughed more.

‘Come here,’ she commanded gently. You allowed yourself to fall into her warmth.

‘Mmmm, you owe me, Bronze. That was humiliating,’ you mumbled; the events of the last 24 hours catching up with you quickly.

‘Ok…’ Lucy snickered, knowing you didn’t really mind what had happened at breakfast and you definitely wanted a repeat of the night before. As she went to speak again, she noticed your breaths evening out – light puffs of air reaching her neck as you buried your head in her shoulder. ‘Never change, Y/N. Never change’.

[magics-neptunes-things]

Baby Sister

Hi guys!

This one is from resquets, lot of them actually. I hope you will enjoy this ficlet :)

TW : Jealousy, secret relationship, Reader is Jenni Hermoso's little sister.

PART 2 IS HERE!

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Being Jenni Hermoso’s little sister has always been a great pride for you. You wear your last name with great happiness and you have always attended all the matches you could see. You have never missed any of his important matches, whether with the Barça team or the Spanish national team. This summer, you even made the trip to attend each stage of the competition, until seeing her lift the trophy at the finale.

What happened after and around this victory, you’d rather not talk about. This story makes you green with rage and you sincerely believe that if you had faced these men at the end of the summer, things would have gone very badly.

Jenni now playing in Mexico, it’s obviously harder for you to go and see her play. You watch her evolve on the other side of the ocean thanks to VPN, what you find ridiculous, it’s your sister for God’s sake.

But you’ve been used to long distance relationships for a while now. Because your girlfriend doesn’t happen to live in Barcelona either. Leila has been playing for Manchester City since the summer of 2022, a few months after you two started dating. The long-distance relationship is clearly not something easy to manage, but your reunions are incredible every time. Now that Jenni is no longer in Barcelona, it’s easier for you to fly to Leila for a weekend in Manchester.

Yes, because Jenni obviously doesn’t know that you’re in a relationship with one of her friends. Former colleagues at Barça and in the Spanish national team, there is no need to draw a picture to know how you met. It took some time for you to get closer, you were long persuaded that Leila only saw you as Jenni’s little sister. Baby Hermoso, like most of Jenni’s teammates like to call you.

It’s not a nickname that bothers you, you know it’s affectionate and again it’s not something pejorative for you to be compared to your sister. You love her. Even though she tends to be very protective of you, scaring away all your girlfriends pretty quickly. No one is good enough for you in her eyes and even if you know that her goal is to protect you and to avoid the mistakes that she made herself, you must admit that it’s for this reason that Leila and you decided to remain hidden.

Lying or hiding things from Jenni is really not easy for you. You are used to telling her everything and you have sometimes picked yourself up at the last moment when you want to tell her an anecdote about something you saw or did with Leila. Luckily, you didn’t make any missteps in a year and a half, almost two years.

But the secret is starting to weigh you more and more. Being away from the two most important women in your life is difficult for you and you regularly find yourself with lower morale than usual. When Jenni asks you about it, you just tell her you miss her. Which is true, but not totally. It’s easier for you to talk about it with Leila, even if you don’t want to impose your moods on her.

With Christmas coming, Leila is back in Barcelona, just like your big sister. You managed to establish a schedule in the rules of the art, juggling between family meals and stolen moments with your girlfriend. You even managed to set up an afternoon with Ona, Leila and other friends you have in common. You even asked Alba Putellas to join you, but she already had something planned.

So, when Ona and her brother went back to their parents, Leila offered to take you home, which you obviously accepted. Except she stayed at your place to end the night between lovers, catching up on all the kisses, hugs and love whispers you’re late for. You could spend hours with Leila, hidden under your sheets, exchanging confessions between two kisses.

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It was between Christmas and New Year’s that Jenni asked you to have lunch and an afternoon with her. If her proposal obviously excited you, you found yourself hesitating when she told you she wanted to invite Leila to join you. It’s been a while since they met again and Leila apparently misses her. And since you two are getting along, Jenni thought it was a good idea to bring people together.

If only she knew how well you two get along…

From the exchange of messages that you had with Leila to talk about this, you realized that the situation seems to amuse your girlfriend more than anything else. It helped you see things in a different light. Maybe there’s no reason to worry, after all?

You’re the last arrived in the restaurant Jenni picked, both brunettes already sitting at a table. You have no trouble spotting them, it would have been difficult to do it anyway with Jenni’s great gestures. You approach Leila to hug her, giving her a stern look when her hand is dangerously low on your hip. Then you put a kiss on your sister’s cheek, which makes you sit next to her before grabbing a lock of your hair.

"Since when do you have red streaks?" laughs your sister

You shrug your shoulders and get rid of your jacket to place it on the back of your chair. The facility is already pretty full and people don’t seem to pay too much attention to your table. A good thing for you.

"Since yesterday"

"It suits her well I think"

Jenni looks at you for a few more seconds before smiling and nodding. Just like her, you have very dark hair, but your eyes are more on gray than on brown like those of Jenni. When you turn your attention to Leila, she winks at you and you find yourself blushing slightly while smiling.

The discussion between the three of you goes rather well in the end and after you go to choose tapas, you relax completely. The laughter burst and you spend a pleasant moment with the two brunettes.

Between two tapas, you grab your phone to open whatsapp and show a message from your mother to Jenni to show that you are right about something. Honestly, you can’t even say why it was, as the subject is quickly forgot when another conversation seems to have caught your big sister’s eye.

"Who is the lion?"

"What?"

You’re trying to quickly put your phone in your jacket pocket, because you know exactly what Jenni is talking about. Instead of saving Leila’s full name, you inserted a lion emoji and an emoji with a burning heart next to it. You find it cuter and it saves you a little today. But not as much as you would have liked.

No doubt thanks to her reflexes worked during training, Jenni managed to grab your phone before you put it away, hurrying to change her hand to get away from you.

"Jenni give it back to me" you half get up and try to take it back.

In front of you two, Leila looks at you with big eyes, without really knowing what to do. Luckily you never call yourself by your first names. And luckily too, you tend to send yourself photos through other apps.

"I miss you, I can’t wait to find you" starts reading Jenni out loud, frowning. "I count the days before I see you again… Who is this girl?"

When Jenni turns to you, you manage to take the phone out of her hands and put it away from her. Your cheeks are so red we could probably bake eggs on them.

"No one" you grunt carrying your glass to your lips.

"Well if that’s nobody, I don’t dare imagine what the messages with your girlfriend are" laughs Leila.

You almost strangle yourself with your drink and Jenni doesn’t seem to blame you to the point of letting you die on the spot since she gives you little pats on the back. On the other hand, you shoot your girlfriend with the look by seeing her drive the nail.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" asks Jenni, eyebrows still frowned.

You sigh softly and hesitate a split second before answering. After all, she doesn’t need to know who it is, right?

"Yes" you simply answer, giving her a look of challenge.

Jenni supports your gaze, obviously, and you feel the questions swirling through her head. You don’t know what you’ll get first.

"Why didn’t you tell me?" your older sister asks.

"Because you drove away all the last ones I’ve been with" you answer, rolling your eyes.

"Oh right away the big words…" sighs Jenni, even if her amused smile proves her guilt.

A few seconds pass and you naively hope that this will be enough for Jenni as information for the moment. Maybe the fact that you’re with Leila will hold her back from pushing things too hard and getting other information out of you.

"How is she?"

It’s Leila’s voice which resounds however and you return once again a dismayed look in her direction. She’s supposed to help you, not the other way around. However, when you answer that it’s not her business, Jenni insists by asking you the question in turn.

"She is kind, she is attentive and understanding" you end up answering, a deeply upset look displayed on the face.

"Is she pretty?" asks Leila

"Obviously" you snort.

In front of you, Leila seems to be having a great time. And if you think that you may laugh about it later, currently you can’t help but think that you intend to make her pay for it later.

"Is she a good kisser?" continues Leila.

"Wow no, I don’t want to hear the answer to that question" Jenni steps in with one hand up. "I can’t believe it, you’re still a baby."

You roll your eyes sighing, hearing the moan in the voice of your big sister. You’re almost eight years apart, but she sometimes has a hard time forgetting that you’ve been fifteen almost ten years ago.

"I’m 25, Jenni" you point out, but this information seems to fall on deaf ears.

"Wait, is that the girl from your job here? Aida?"

"Who is Aida?" asks Leila

This time, the fun left your girlfriend’s voice and face. This makes you shudder from the inside, the main flaw of the brunette being undoubtedly her jealousy. This has already highlighted some tensions between you, but you have always been able to communicate in order to avoid too much conflict.

"It’s nobody" you respond quickly to Leila, to whom you have already mentioned her existence, you are almost sure of it. "And no, it’s not Aida. Can we change the subject now, please?"

Groaning in her beard, Jenni finally accepts your request, even if she specifies that you pay nothing to wait. You roll your eyes again and peck the last crumbs on your plate while Jenni apologizes to go to the toilet.

As soon as she has her heels turned, you feel Leila leaning in your direction.

"Who’s Aida?" asks the brunette again.

You sigh softly and shift your attention to Leila. You’re relieved that your sister went to the bathroom quickly after that, or you know that your girlfriend would have had her blood blown out until you two were alone.

"One of my colleagues Babe, I already told you about it" you answer in a low voice, leaning mechanically too in her direction.

Leila answers nothing, content to look at you at length with her black eyes, arms crossed on her chest. She’s too far away for you to catch her hand, so you try to keep eye contact with her.

"Leila stop, we already discussed it. You have no reason to be jealous"

A few seconds pass during which Leila seems to pass you to the X-ray using her eyes. Time seems to last you a little too long, you end up arching an eyebrow in her direction.

"And excuse me, but if one of them should be jealous, it’s me. You’re the one who’s tactile with all your friends and you’re the one who’s got edits of your person on TikTok. Not me."

You see Leila’s face relaxing under the effect of her surprise. You’ve never mentioned these two things until now and this may not be the best time to do so since your older sister was reappearing next to you two. She seems surprised by your two sulky faces and your similar position, your arms crossed on your chests.

"Uh… is everything okay?" she asks while sitting next to you.

You nod your head while Leila just grunts for a simple answer.

"I have to go." You suddenly decide "See you before you go, right?"

Jenni answers yes, probably a little surprised by your quick departure. She stands up in turn to put a kiss on your cheek and take you in her arms.

"Do you need a ride? Where are you going?"

You know perfectly well that Leila’s question is not innocent but on the other hand the kindness and helpfulness of the brunette alone could explain the proposal. But, on your side, if you had to describe yourself in one flaw, it’s impulsivity. You prefer to talk about spontaneity, but that’s why you find yourself answering her sarcastically

"Seeing Aida, what else?"

The flash of anger and jealousy passing through Leila’s face is very fast, but visible to you. And apparently to Jenni as well.

Still standing, Jenni lets go of a surprise exclamation before pointing at Leila.

"It’s you!"

"Huh?" Leila replies, turning to Jenni, having forgotten for a split second her presence.

"The lion and the burning heart! It’s you!"

"She puts a burning heart next to the lion?"

Leila’s question makes you hit your forehead with your hand. It’s a disaster. She could have responded positively to Jenni’s question that it would have come back to the same thing.

Your sister remains silent for a long time, her gaze passing from Leila to you many times. She opens her mouth several times before finally finding the words that dare to suit her. For your part, your heart rate is so high that you wonder if your heart is not trying to come out of your chest.

"Why didn’t you tell me before?"

You sigh softly, leaning against the bench on which Leila is installed.

"I told you. You traumatized all my last girlfriends Jenni, I’m sure some of them even changed countries after you finished talking to them. I didn’t want this to happen this time."

You feel Leila’s gaze rise on you, you have after all just confided that this relationship is important to you.

"Your ex-girlfriends were selfish first-league idiots" grumbled Jenni rolling her eyes at her turn. "I know Leila isn’t"

You pout a little before shrugging. You’re not sure that if she hadn’t faced the fact her reaction would have been the same. If you had told her about your relationship with Leila when it took place, you are convinced that things would have been different.

"How long has it been?" keeps asking Jenni.

"A year and a half" answers Leila for you.

The information seems to surprise your sister as she bows her eyebrows at you. You mumble an excuse and shrug.

"Well, it doesn’t look like I have a something to say anyway" sighs Jenni as Leila pulls you by the arm to make you sit next to her.

You let yourself be willingly, the revelations of the last minutes making you forget that you managed to argue while Jenni went to the toilet. Jenni sits down again, looking at you carefully, before pointing again at Leila.

"You’re my friend Leila. But I swear to God, if you hurt her, you’re still six feet under."

[moni-logues]

Across a Crowded Room

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Strangers-to-lovers, idolverse, smut

Word count: 10.7k

Summary: Dissatisfied and uncomfortable at a party where you don’t belong, in a country where you feel like you don’t belong, you see a man looking at you from across the room. Maybe he’s what you’ve been missing.

Content: alcohol consumption, fingering, oral (f. receiving), protected sex, multiple orgasms, I guess slight exhibitionism since it all happens up against a window lmao

A/N: Ok, so I 1000000% thought I had re-posted this here already?? but Lia has informed me that I have not and since I got a nice message about it on the old blog, I figured now's as good a time as any to repost!! The start of this fic is literally the first writing I had done for over a decade. I started writing even before I had a writing blog. Then the rest of it was written... last November? ish? idk. anyway, I read this myself the other day and it's alright! ETA: LOL, you can tell it's old because it's written in present tense LMAO

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You tug self-consciously at the hem of your dress; it’s a little too short for your liking, but Hanjae likes you in K-style clothes and, once you’re there, it’ll be fine. It’s always a little nerve-wracking the thought of going to a party where you hardly know anyone, but it always turns out fine. Fun, even. Positive thinking. You sigh and inhale deeply before leaving your apartment and heading down to the car he’s sent for you.

When you first met, you were both taken with each other. He was intrigued by your foreignness and enchanted by your clumsy negotiations in a foreign culture; you were reassured by his confidence and excited by the access he had to hitherto hidden worlds of luxury and indulgence. He wasn’t rolling with Elon Musk or anything (and you’d have had nothing to do with him if he were), but he lived with an ease and security that you yearned for. Which, you suppose, is why you’re still letting him parade you around at parties like this.

It was fun at first. You liked the attention – who wouldn’t? Instead of feeling freakish and out of place, you felt interesting and cherished for your differences. You felt like they were laughing with you when you told funny, embarrassing stories of when you’d got it wrong, or how you do things back home. It felt like people were fascinated by you and you were warmed by their curiosity. You didn’t mind when they reached out to touch your tattoos or asked personal questions, because they didn’t mean any harm. Hanjae gave you a social life that you hadn’t quite managed to create for yourself in this new place and got you out of your apartment, out of your comfort zone, and you clung to that.

Recently, though, you’ve been feeling different. When you show up to parties with him and see his friends you’ve met before, they’re surprised you’re still around. They joke to your face that they would’ve expected Hanjae to have moved on by now. They ask what his parents think (but you have never been introduced to them). They’re not so charmed by you anymore. These friends barely spare you a second thought once they’ve registered their surprise and the attentions of new friends aren’t as welcome as they once were. You started feeling uncomfortable with the way Hanjae paraded you around a couple of weeks ago and now, you’re frankly sick to your stomach. When people reach out to touch you, you flinch away; you don’t tell funny, embarrassing stories because you feel like you’re being laughed at; you stay quiet, for the most part, because your Korean is still not very good and, when they correct you or laugh at your mistakes, you don’t feel like they’re doing it kindly. Standing, mute, next to Hanjae while he laughs and drinks makes you feel like an object, a trophy, an oddity. If Hanjae were a Victorian-era Englishman travelling to the ends of the Earth to ransack a foreign place and bring home stolen goods, you were the buried necklace of an Aztec noblewoman he would give to the eligible girl in the manor house whose hand he is trying to win. He is showing you off because other people are impressed, but you no longer get the feeling that he is.

You hand over your phone and lip balm to Hanjae when you meet him outside the venue; this became a habit early on, so you wouldn’t have to hold a bag and he was happy to keep them in his pockets. Now, it feels a little bit like handing over your freedom.

“Cheer up!” he says as you lean back in your seat. “This’ll be fun, won’t it?” He smiles at you and tucks your hair behind your ear. He’s not a bad guy. He really isn’t. You’re not entirely sure if he even realises what he’s doing with you, if he knows that he doesn’t really like you but the idea of you, if he knows that there’s no future with you, if he’s realised that this relationship is rapidly approaching its expiry date. He’s been extremely good to you and you owe it to him to try. However much you want it to end, you don’t want it to end badly and you don’t want to hurt him; there’s no need for that.

You walk into the party amongst a sea of black suits. You scan the crowd, looking for other women you can compare your outfit to. A terrible thing to do, you know, but your insecurity needs reassurance that you’re dressed appropriately for this event. Hanjae is already leading you over to his friends, two of whom have brought their girlfriends, who are dressed in outfits similar to yours, so that’s something at least. You greet them brightly and Hanjae hands you a drink before launching into a conversation you can’t quite follow. That’s the other thing about these parties; they’re so loud, even if everyone were speaking English, you’re not sure you’d be able to hear them properly, so you hardly stand a chance in Korean. You’ve improved dramatically and can get by in your day-to-day life, but you don’t feel like you’re good enough yet to have a proper conversation, to really talk to anyone. It’s quite a lonely feeling and another reason you’ve spent so much time with Hanjae: he speaks fluent English; although he uses it less and less often these days and he gets more impatient when you need things repeating. You suppose it must be difficult for him, too, having to use a second language so much.

You gaze around the room, looking at nothing in particular. You sip your drink and wonder what everyone else is thinking about. You barely notice the looks you get anymore – most of them are meaningless anyway and people pass their eyes over you before turning back to their friends – but out of the corner of your eye, you see someone looking at you. You don’t recognise him, but you’ve never been very good with faces and the lighting is weird here. You raise your glass and nod slightly; even if you don’t know him, it’s nice to be polite. He looks a little flustered that you’ve noticed and quickly looks away, and then back again and raises his glass a little before turning and walking away. You smile, what a cutie.

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Your glass is empty and your feet hurt from standing still for so long, so you tell Hanjae you’re going to get another drink. He asks you to get him a whiskey, so you traipse to the bar and order. You hand the drink to Hanjae without a word and wander off; there must be somewhere to sit in this place.

The main room is cavernous and you’re worried there will be no open doors to anywhere else. There is a small group of tables in one corner, but they are all already occupied. You look around as you walk, and suddenly bump into someone.

“Oh, so-“, you start to say, but you realise it isn’t someone; it is a mirror. The whole back wall is mirrored. For a moment, you are completely disoriented and slightly embarrassed, but as you edge along the mirror, you realise that the wall doesn’t reach the other side and the room continues beyond it. As you cross behind the mirror, the din of music and voices is subdued significantly. There’s another partial wall from the other side as though the room is zig-zagging. You’re wary of going too far, but the increasing quiet is soothing. You turn another corner and there’s a bench opposite a large staircase. You immediately sit down along its length and lift your feet. You wonder what the time is and how much more of it you’ll have to kill before you can go home. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, reminding yourself that Hanjae is a good man and you are very fortunate and suffering from very glamorous problems. A few months ago, you’d have given an arm and a leg to be at a party like this. Be careful what you wish for, you think to yourself.

As you fidget on the bench, you realise you are not alone. There is a man coming down the stairs. You take your feet off the bench and try to look like you’re doing something (what? What could you be doing? There is absolutely nothing to occupy you here!); you settle for just looking awkward. You nod your head and raise a hand as he reaches the bottom.

“Are you ok?” he asks. His hesitance reminds you of someone and you realise with a flash that he is the man who was looking at you earlier.

You clear your throat.

“네. 괜찮아요. 감사합니다,” you answer falteringly, embarrassed at having been caught hiding out. You rise to leave.

“오, 정말요? ……………?”

You don’t understand the second half of what he said and you curse yourself for having answered in Korean; if you’d just spoken English and pretended you didn’t know any Korean at all, this would’ve been much simpler!

“Sorry, I didn’t understand,” you tell him. “갈게요.”

“No, wait,” he cries, with more force than he intended. “You don’t have to leave.” He gestures to the bench. “I was also looking for somewhere quiet.”

He speaks shyly and you assume he doesn’t have much practice at speaking English and don’t have the energy for locking you both into a conversation where neither of you can quite understand the other. On the other hand, it would feel rude to just walk away now. You stand, not leaving but not quite staying, both of you trapped in an awkward moment that seems to last forever.

“You can leave if you want,” he says, finally. “I am going to stay.” He sits on the bottom step and takes a sip from his drink. “It’s ok, we don’t have to talk- but I can speak English a little bit if you want.”

You slowly return to the bench and sit down. You feel like you should say something, but your mind is blank. It’s like you’ve never had a conversation before in your life; what do people say? Does he even want you to say something? Why was he staring at you earlier? In the same way that everyone else always does or was there a specific reason? You feel your hands start to sweat and you inwardly roll your eyes at yourself and tell yourself to get a grip, literally nothing is happening.

He is looking out of the window and you are staring into the corner on the opposite side; you each take glances at one another, praying the other doesn’t notice. You can still hear the music from the party, quiet in the background, and you wonder if Hanjae has noticed your absence yet; you expect not. You glance at the man opposite you and catch his eye. You both chuckle awkwardly.

“I’m ________,” you say.

“Jungkook,” he answers.

“It’s nice to meet you, Jungkook.”

“I saw you earlier; I didn’t think we’d met before.”

“No, I’m not really invited to these things,” you explain. “I just tag along with my b-,“ you stop, the word ‘boyfriend’ weighing heavily on your tongue.

“Who’s your boyfriend?”

Dammit.

“Uh, Kim Hanjae?”

“Ah… Don’t know him.”

“He’s…” How on earth did you get to this subject so quickly? Do you really want to talk about Hanjae to this random man? More to the point, does this random man want to hear about your boyfriend and how you actually don’t want him to be your boyfriend anymore? Doubtful. “He’s nice,” you finish, lamely.

“Just don’t like parties?”

Part of you wishes you had just left when you had the chance. Then you realise how ridiculously you’re behaving; hating the party because no one will talk to you and, now, as soon as someone starts, you want to leave. ‘Get a grip, girl,’ you say to yourself.

“I like parties,” you answer, “but it’s-… I’m-… This-…” You pause as you try to work out how to give an honest answer that isn’t simultaneously dumping all your crap onto him. “These are all his friends; I don’t really know anyone here.”

He nods.

“I have a different problem: everyone knows me and wants to talk to me all the time.” He laughs. “I don’t like big parties. They’re… so much… too much.”

You nod. The two of you lapse into silence again, but it’s more comfortable this time. You’ve broken the ice a little. He seems nice and you feel a pang of sympathy for him: to be a big deal at parties like this sounds exhausting, especially if you don’t even like parties to start with. No wonder he’s hiding out with you.

“It’s hard for me to talk to people at these things,” you tell him. “My Korean isn’t very good and Hanjae doesn’t like speaking English when we’re with his friends because some of them don’t speak it.”

“I think your Korean sounds good.”

You laugh; that was a sweet thing to say given that he’s heard you say all of three words.

“It’s ok, but we couldn’t have this conversation in Korean. Sorry.” You smile weakly and feel pathetic; you knew it would be a process, moving to a new country and learning the language as you go, but you weren’t prepared for how embarrassed and ashamed you would feel all the time about your failings.

“Don’t be sorry!” He grins at you. “I can try my English! But, actually, it is not very good either. Sorry.”

You laugh again. Koreans and their modesty; his English sounds just fine from where you’re sitting.

“Did you move here recently?” he asks.

“About four months ago,” you answer. “I was… looking for something new, I guess. I don’t know… I needed new horizons, new experiences.”

“And how do you think about it now you’re here?”

You wonder if he knows what a loaded question that is. You exhale with a huff. Where to begin?

“It’s been harder than I thought it would be,” you tell him. “I feel very… different. Being looked at so much is not something I was used to… I think Hanjae likes it, but it’s awkward for me. I feel like…”

“An object.”

Your eyes meet and your chest is flooded with the warmth of familiarity. He’ll understand, won’t he?

“When we met,” you start, looking away self-consciously, “he was charmed by my foreignness, y’know? And he liked how different I looked and found it cute when I made mistakes in Korean and didn’t know things. It gave him clout, y’know? Dating a foreigner? I was spoilt by it, the attention; I thought it was for me and when he bought me dresses and took me to parties to show me off, I thought it was because I was special, not just because I was foreign. I loved it at the start.

“I think the appeal is wearing off, though,” you continue, stealing a quick glance to gauge his reaction. He’s looking at you patiently, intently, concentrating, probably, on understanding what you’re saying. “He gets annoyed sometimes now when I don’t know things and-“

You tell him everything. Once you start, you find you can’t stop. You don’t know whether to be angry or sad about it, so you vacillate between the two. Jungkook listens, never interrupts; he drinks and nods and keeps looking at you with those huge brown eyes.

“I know it’s over,” you say, resolute. “I just-” you realise it as you say it, “I’m scared that I won’t have anything if I don’t have him.”

He looks at you thoughtfully for a moment.

“But you met him in Korea, right?”

“Yeah.”

“So, you still have the person who moved all the way here to start a new life; that seems like a lot to me.”

For a split second, you don’t know whether to burst into tears or fling your arms around him and give him a kiss. ‘Is he looking at me,’ you wonder ‘or staring into my soul?’. You feel seen, seen for the first time in months. You decide then and there that you would walk on hot coals for this man; he’s got you whether he wants you or not. His kindness streams out from him like rays of the sun from behind clouds. Such a bright, young thing, hiding in the dark.

“What about you?” You ask. “You’re hiding back here, too.”

“Ah.” He finishes his drink and places the glass next to him on the step. “I prefer quiet places. I like to keep things small and…-”

“Intimate?”

You blush furiously as he looks at you. That isn’t what you meant and you’re not sure how he’s taken it.

“Yeah, intimate. Big crowds are not my thing.”

“Not when they forget that you’re a person, first.”

He nods.

You stand and move to look out of the window, closer to him. He rises, too, and stands next to you. Your arm is a hair’s breadth from him; you daren’t move.

“Do you like the view?” he asks.

“Actually, I don’t really like a cityscape. I prefer country views.”

“What are the views like where you’re from?”

No one has asked you about home like that. They ask for funny differences between here and there or ask you to debunk or confirm stereotypes, but no one has really cared what you actually think. You smile, picturing in your mind’s eye cloudy, wind-swept beaches, rolling hills, pier arcades, church spires and so much green. You tell him everything. You turn your back to Seoul and, leaning against the glass, describe the house you grew up in and where your grandparents used to live; you describe the places you took holidays when you were a kid and the specific smell of the sea that isn’t the same anywhere else in the world. He’s been to your home country before, but he hasn’t been to your hometown; he asks questions and shows interest and you realise how starving you’ve been. Starved of this sort of attention – focused, interested, penetrating. You’ve had a taste and you want more and more.

You ask him about Seoul; did he grow up here? No, he tells you about Busan in the South. He speaks slowly and thoughtfully about his childhood and his dreams and moving here at such a young age, growing up so far from everything he’s ever known. He’s achieved more than he ever thought was even possible, more than he had ever dreamed, he explains; sometimes he still can’t believe it’s real.

While he talks, you study his face. He’s happy now, but you feel for the scared, little boy thrust into the industry machine before he even knew who he was. Now’s not the time, you know that, but you want to gently crack him open like a soft-boiled egg. Such depth in his eyes, so much soul. You resist the urge many times to put your hand on his arm, hold his hand for a second, reach out and physically touch him somehow. You feel connected to him in such a way that you need it to be physical for a moment, to close the circle, to just… touch.

You’re still standing by the window, deep in conversation, when a man appears from behind the wall and beckons to Jungkook. They talk quickly and Jungkook returns.

“I’m going to get a drink.”

Your heart falls.

“Do you want one?”

A wash of relief. You shrug, sure.

“Ok, wait here. I won’t be long.”

He leaves and you turn back to the window, pressing your forehead against the cool glass. You wonder what time it is, where is Hanjae, what’s he doing, is he even still here, has he noticed you’re missing, is Jungkook actually coming back? You take some deep breaths.

With no watch, no phone, and no clock in this dark, little hideaway, you have no way to tell how long Jungkook has been. One minute? Could be ten. You wonder if he’ll make it back to you; after all, he was hiding back here to avoid being grasped in the clutches of all the many, many people out there. Maybe he’s been waylaid. He’s got stuck with a chatterbox who won’t be quiet; he’s got trapped into a business conversation that he can’t leave. Maye he’s seen some friends and is having fun out there.

You sigh, knowing that if he doesn’t come back soon, you’ll have to go out there, too. Hanjae will be missing you, you tell yourself; it’s rude to abandon him completely when he’s the reason you’re even here in the first place. You take a deep, resolute breath and stand, smoothing out your dress. You bump into Jungkook as you round the corner.

“Oh,” he says as he sees you. “Are you going?”

He hands you a drink and you take it, the cold glass sending goosebumps up your arm.

“Uh, well, no, well yes, I was but I didn’t know if you were coming back.” You hope you didn’t sound accusatory.

“I’m sorry, it is hard to avoid people out there,” he replies, continuing around the corner and sitting on the bench. You follow him and he places a hand on the bench, indicating you should join. You feel bad; he shouldn’t have to apologise. You sit next to him on the bench and sip your drink.

“You can go back out there, if you want, you know; you don’t have to stay here with me,” you tell him. His eyes widen and he shakes his head.

“No, thank you!” he laughs. “That was enough. Maybe I will show my face again a bit later.”

“Good.” You spoke without thinking and are just about to regret it when he smiles at you.

“Yeah. Good.”

You place a hand down on the bench and he reaches out a finger to touch your bracelet. When you packed your whole life into one suitcase, a lot of brutal cuts had to be made and there are so many parts of your heart at home, abandoned by you, but not this one. It’s a tiny gold chain, with a tiny gold J attached.

“That’s not the letter of your name,” Jungkook says, still studying your bracelet.

“No… No, it’s from my best friend’s name,” you explain. “She gave this to me a long time ago; I like to wear it when I feel like I need her, to feel like I’ve got a little bit of her with me.” You rub your wrist, self-consciously, and wonder what she’s up to right now.

“Does it help?”

“No, not really.” You laugh, a little sad. “It reminds me that there are people in the world who love me, which is nice, but it also reminds me that those people are thousands of miles away.”

“All of them?” His penetrating eyes beam at you and you feel like no matter what answer you give, it’ll be the wrong one. You shrug.

“I thought maybe you told me a fake name before,” he admits, grinning sheepishly.

“Oh, I don’t think that would’ve ever occurred to me! Why, do you do that?”

He nods. He smiles but it’s sad, the mirth not reaching his eyes.

“Sometimes. But I wouldn’t get away with it so easily if I wore one of those, right?”

You unclasp the bracelet’s fastening and it slips off your wrist and, taking an end in each hand, hold it out to him. He looks uncertainly at you and you nod. He offers his wrist and you fix the chain in place.

“There’s no getting away from who you really are,” you tell him, knowing full well that it doesn’t matter where you go, ’cause there you’ll always be. He grins. “For tonight.”

“For tonight, I can be your best friend?”

You laugh and nod, thinking, ‘god, can he be my best friend forever?’.

“Thank you,” he says quietly, gently moving the bracelet around his wrist; you wonder what he’s thinking and take a sip of your drink.

A few minutes pass in a comfortable silence until Jungkook speaks again.

“I don’t have anything to give you.”

“What?”

“In return.” He indicates the bracelet. “I don’t have anything I can give you.” He takes off a ring and considers it. “I think they will all be too big.” He holds it out and you offer up your hand; he slips it onto your index finger and you lift your hand up, swirling the ring around so that it very nearly flies off the tip.

“Too big,” you confirm with a grin.

He pulls his sleeve up to reveal a watch and you notice the tattoos running underneath.

“I think this will not go with your dress, right?”

You nod absently, trying to make out what you’re looking at. You take the edge of his sleeve and lift it a little higher to get a better look and then become aware of what you’re doing and drop it, apologising instantly.

“That’s ok,” he says and he undoes the cuff, rolling the sleeve up to his elbow. He turns his arm slowly so you can get a good look (or as good a look as you can manage in the dark light). You nod approvingly.

“That’s why I was looking at you earlier,” he says, a little embarrassed. “I was trying to look at your tattoo.”

Well, that explains the intensity of his focus earlier. You turn so that he can see. You feel, for a second, his hand above your skin and your stomach clenches, praying he won’t touch you like everyone else does: ‘just please don’t let him touch me; please, please don’t let him touch me’. But the touch never comes. You sense his hand moving across your back and down your arm and you twist your head to see his finger, an inch above the skin, tracing the lines of your tattoo. You breathe a sigh of relief.

“What do you think?” You ask, turning your body back towards him.

“They’re very beautiful.” He looks you straight in the eyes as he answers and you’re struck again by the feeling of being seen and not merely looked at. Neither of you looks away this time. You hold the moment between yourselves, pausing time just for a second. You break the connection and look down, tracing a finger over your bracelet on his wrist. You know it’s only a coincidence that they share the same initial – it’s not exactly uncommon – but something about it feels right.

“Do you want it back?” he asks.

No, you don’t. Not yet. You feel like he’s wearing a part of you while he’s wearing it; he has accepted a part of you as a part of himself. You feel warm in the glow of that tiny, tremulous thread between you. You think, and the thought shocks you, that you would be alright he kept it forever. It’s immensely precious to you, so much so that you brought it with you thousands of miles away into your new life, but, somehow, Jungkook’s wearing it brings more to you, more comfort, more confidence, more certainty in the knowledge that there are people in the world that love you. Love is not diminished when given away, it is doubled. You suddenly wish that you did have something of his you could wear, if only for tonight.

The silence lapses and you talk, nursing your drinks, knowing that one of you will have to leave if either of you needs another. You forget the passing of time and everything outside of this little bubble. It’s the most fun you’ve had at a party for ages.

The man who appeared earlier returns and, once again, beckons to Jungkook. Jungkook stands and goes over to him and they, once again, talk quietly. Jungkook returns and the man remains.

“Where’s your boyfriend?” Jungkook asks and you feel shattered all of a sudden. You had forgotten all about Hanjae, truth be told, and you are overwhelmed with guilt and shame that you’ve spent the whole night away from him, talking to another man. He isn’t my boyfriend, that’s what you wanted to say: he’s definitely not my boyfriend, or even if he is, I don’t want him to be and he won’t be for much longer! Why is Jungkook asking? Whatever bubble you were in has been popped from the inside. A part of you feels heartbroken and a part of you feels betrayed. It was just you and Jungkook; there’s no need to bring anyone else into this.

“Oh, uh, I don’t know,” you stutter in response. “Probably… somewhere…”. You have no idea where he will be; you assume that he is still here (you hope he is still here because he still has your phone), but who can say for sure?

“Do you want to leave with me?” Jungkook asks and you are stunned into momentary silence.

“What?”

“Do you want to leave with me?” he repeats. “We don’t have to go anywhere; I can take you home if you want, but would you like to leave?”

You feel like that is too many mixed messages to cope with right now so you nod dumbly and stand.

“Hanjae,” you say abruptly as your brain sputters back into gear. “He has my phone and my things.”

“Ok, shall I meet you outside? I’ll wait.”

“I’ll be quick.”

Breathless, you walk as quickly as you can back into the cavernous room, the noise building to a roar, the throng of people overwhelming. You stand on tiptoes and crane your neck, looking for anyone you recognise, cursing the organisers for the dim lighting and all men for their interminably boring black suits which make none of them stand out. You notice movement in your peripheral vision and turn to see a waving arm, beckoning you. It’s not Hanjae; it’s one of his friends.

“Where have you been?” they exclaim as you approach. “Han was looking everywhere for you; thought you must’ve disappeared! Anyway, he had to leave earlier – some work emergency – so he told me to give you these if I saw you.” He hands over your phone, lip balm, and a lipstick you’re sure isn’t yours. “He told you you can order a car if you like, but he won’t be back so you’ll have to get home on your own.”

You see that his friends clearly have no idea of entertaining you or keeping you company for the rest of the evening, which is just as well, given you were about to leave with someone else.

As you make your way outside, you look at the lipstick you were given. You try to think what might constitute a ‘work emergency’ on a Friday night; it’s not like the guy’s a doctor or fire fighter! You try not to let suspicion creep in, because Hanjae has never given you any reason to doubt his fidelity before, but then, you’ve also never considered it, because you’ve never really considered the two of you to be in an actual relationship. Maybe he hadn’t either. And if that’s the case, then there’s no need to be hurt or angered by it. But there is a niggle. There’s something crawling, digging up, trying to plant its seed in your heart. You decide if it’s going to happen at all, it will have to be tonight. As you approach the doorway, you stand to one side and dial Hanjae’s number.

“여보세요?” he answers just as you were about to give up.

“Hi, it’s me.”

“Oh. Where are you?”

“I’m still at the party.”

“Oh. Where did you go? I tried to look for you earlier; I’m not there anymore. I’ve had to come to the office.”

“Yeah, I know; I found Seongyoung and he gave me my phone.”

“Right yeah, yeah.” He sounds distracted.

“So, are you in the office now?” you ask.

“Yeah, but I can’t see you; there’s been a huge mistake and it’s going to take a long time to fix.”

“Please; it’ll be quick. I promise.”

He sighs heavily but agrees. You hang up the phone with a small weight sitting in your stomach.

You turn back to the entrance and walk out, scanning for Jungkook. There are a few dark cars sitting in front of you but you have no idea if any one of them belongs to him. You hesitate, not sure where to turn, standing awkwardly in front of drivers and security officers. A door on one of the cars opens and a hand waves; you approach and Jungkook beams up at you from inside.

“Quick!” He reaches out to grab your hand and pull you in. He speaks quickly to the driver in Korean and turns back to you. “Are you alright?”

“Um, actually, can we go somewhere?”

“Where do you want to go?”

“I… have to do something. It won’t take long, please.”

“Of course, that’s ok. Where do you want to go?”

You give him the address of Hanjae’s office building and he relays it to the driver. You sit, slightly on edge, compulsively flicking the edge of your phone case off and on, off and on. The building isn’t far and you sit in silence while Jungkook hums along to the radio. You are barely even aware of what song is playing. The driver slows and you unbuckle your seatbelt.

“Just give me like, five minutes. I’ll be quick,” you say as you open the car door.

“It’s ok; you can take as long as you like. I will wait.”

You wonder what Jungkook thinks you are doing, where he thinks you are. You wonder if he knows. Part of you assumes he does, since he seems to intuitively understand so much about you. You enter the building and approach the reception desk. The woman behind it barely looks up as she opens the barrier to let you in. You’re not sure if she recognises you from times you’ve been here before or just does not care about her job. If you had to man a reception desk in an almost entirely empty building on a Friday night, you probably wouldn’t care much either. As you call a thank you to her and walk past, the lipstick suddenly flashes into your mind. Could it be hers? You suppose it could be. It could be anyone’s. It might not have anything to do with Hanjae at all. Maybe Seongyoung handed you his girlfriend’s lipstick by mistake. Maybe not. It won’t matter soon.

You reach Hanjae’s floor and can see him in his glass-walled office: jacket and tie off, sleeves rolled up, standing and on the phone. You walk with purpose to his door and wave. He gestures for you to come in, so you stand inside the door and wait for his conversation to end.

“What’s up?” he asks, putting his phone on his desk.

“I think we need to have a conversation,” you begin, your resolve holding firm for now.

“Right now? I really don’t have time-“

“I said I’d be quick and I meant it.” If you aren’t quick, you’re not sure you’ll be able to go through with it.

“Ok then, shoot.”

You hadn’t actually planned what you were going to say. None of the words sounded right; you wanted to be clear and direct but kind at the same time; is it even possible to tell someone kindly that you don’t want them to be in your life anymore? You clench and unclench your fist and decide to rip the plaster straight off.

“I don’t think we should see each other anymore. I don’t think we should be together. I think we should end things. This is over.” The words tumble out without your being able to stop them. Hanjae’s eyebrows raise and he looks surprised.

“Oh.”

He looks a little dumb-founded but you had expected him to say more and aren’t sure what to do now. You open and close your mouth like a goldfish, waiting for something else to happen. You haven’t actually broken up with anyone before so you’re not sure how this usually goes.

“Can I ask why?”

“We’re not a good fit.” You hope that this will suffice but you know it won’t satisfy him.

“What does that mean? Don’t we have fun together? Don’t we like each other?” Ay, there’s the rub.

“Actually, I don’t really think you do, no.” You try to explain to him all the things you’ve been feeling recently; you try not to blame him for any of it because you don’t want this to turn into an argument; you tread as carefully as you can but you’re so desperate for this to be over now it’s started that you can’t stop your mouth running on and on.

“You’ve given me so much and I’m so grateful to you for that and I really value all the time we have spent together and I do think you’re a nice person and I don’t want to hurt you but… well, this is how I feel.” You feel a little breathless as you come to a stop. Hanjae doesn’t say anything for a while and you can’t read his face. You don’t know what he’s thinking and the longer the silence lasts, the sicker and sicker you feel.

“I’m sorry that you feel that my attention has been so unwelcome,” he finally answers, speaking slowly and coldly. “I don’t really know what else I could have done to show you that I value you: I buy you things, take you places, I introduced you to all of my friends, I show you off; is that not loving? You say you don’t even think I like you, but if that’s true, why would I bother to see you? Why would I waste my time with you if I didn’t? I hadn’t, until now, considered our time together a waste, but it seems as though my efforts have been just that. You’ve been feeling this way for weeks, have you? Well, why are you here, then? Why did you come tonight at all if all of my friends ignore you and all of my attention is so unwanted? If the time we spend together makes you feel so awful, why have you waited this long to say something? You disappeared very early this evening; I tried looking for you everywhere. You said you were getting a drink and then I didn’t see you again. Perhaps it’s not that my attention is unwanted but that you’ve found someone else whose attention you prefer? Were you just putting up with me for long enough to find a higher roller, someone richer, or more famous perhaps? Am I a step on your ladder to the top? You have never, until tonight, given me a reason not to trust you, but you have to admit that this is rather out of the blue and your behaviour at the party was… not very polite. You abandoned me-“

You scoff at that, unable to stop yourself. A bead of sweat rolls down your back. Hanjae raises his eyebrows and waits for you to explain yourself. You’ve no idea how. You say nothing. You’re the first to break eye contact and you look at the ground, then the window, the desk, anywhere but Hanjae’s face.

“Fine,” he says. “Have it your way. What a horrible boyfriend I was to you, to treat you to presents and dinners and parties, to be so impressed by you that I want to show you off to everyone I know, to speak English with you and help you with Korean, to help you get settled in, to give you a social life, to show you what Seoul has to offer, what I have to offer, to never treat you like-“

“A person. You didn’t treat me like a person, Hanjae. I’m not a prize to show off; I’m a person first, not an object.” Your heart is hammering in your chest and you can feel tears pricking in your eyes. How can you get him to understand?

“Oh, I objectify you?” It is his turn to scoff. “And yet I am the one who has been used.”

You don’t know what to say to that.

“No, I- it’s- we- I-“

“Whatever, you can leave now.” He turns his back on you and picks up his phone again. He turns around with the phone to his ear and nods at the door, shooing you away. You turn around and leave the office on trembling legs. As soon as you step into the lift to go back down, the tears come. You’re not even sure why you’re crying; you wanted this after all. It was just horrible. You feel sticky with sweat all over, and shaky with the stress of it. You know that Hanjae isn’t right, saying those things about you, and he was lashing out defensively, but it hurt all the same. Or maybe he is a little bit right. You said yourself that he’s given you so much, access to things and people and places you wouldn’t have had otherwise; you said yourself that you enjoyed that. Maybe you are in the wrong, at least a little bit. You both are, you suppose. You exit the lift and walk briskly out of the office, not turning to look at the receptionist on your way out in case she sees you crying. You step out of the door and hide behind a pillar, catching your breath, drying your tears and trying to put on a happy face. Leaning against the cold stone of the wall, you close your eyes and take a deep breath.

“____?”

Shit. Jungkook is right there in front of you, looking concerned.

“Are you ok? What happened?”

You shake your head and hold up your hands.

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” You stand up straight and give yourself a body shake. “Honestly, it’s fine.”

“Do you want me to take you home?”

You can’t think of much worse than going home to your poky apartment to spend the rest of your night miserable and alone.

“No… Can we, can we get a drink? Do you want to get a drink?”

Jungkook grimaces slightly. “Ah, that’s kind of difficult for me. I can’t really just go to a bar on a Friday night, y’know?”

Your heart sinks; of course he doesn’t want to go to a bar with you.

“We could have a drink at my house, if you want?” he offers.

Your heart rises. God, yes, please.

You drive back to Jungkook’s apartment in silence. The presence of the driver makes you feel somehow inhibited, self-conscious. You feel conspicuous, even though you’re sure the driver couldn’t care less about who you are or what you’re doing there. He’s just doing his job. You, nevertheless, don’t want to say anything yet, not until you’re alone with Jungkook. He’s scrolling on his phone, and you take the opportunity to study him more closely. His face changes with the changing light: suddenly brightly lit as you stop at traffic lights under a lamppost, then hidden in shadows. He has a kind face, open and bright, deep, soft eyes… You wanted to reach out a finger to trace his profile, the line of his lips, study him as if you were about to embark upon a masterpiece of him. Not that you would be able to capture his spirit if you tried. There’s a light in his eyes that seems to lie so deeply within them but shine so close to the surface.

You can’t work out what you’re feeling – too much, honestly. You need a minute to step back, step out of yourself – out of your life – to sort through everything that had happened. You feel a little as though you have accidentally stepped on a travelator and things are moving faster than you can keep up with. You wonder if you’ll regret any of this in the morning, if sleep will clear your mind and show your actions up as mistakes. You hope not. You think not. You catch the glint of your bracelet, still around Jungkook’s wrist and you nod to yourself. No, this – if this alone – is not a mistake.

When you arrive at Jungkook’s building, he shows you in and your mouth gapes. This was much bigger than Hanjae’s place. Wow. Just how famous was this guy? You are reminded forcefully of how little you actually know about him, whatever your feelings might be saying.

“What would you like to drink?” he asks, crouching in front of a cabinet. He opens the door to reveal all manner of spirits and liquors.

“Oh, anything,” you answer, without thinking. He laughs and you’re embarrassed by your answer but making another decision at this point feels impossible. You feel like a swan, calm on top, but flailing wildly underneath. You begin to think that maybe you should have let Jungkook take you home, so you could’ve gone to bed, or stared out of the window blankly until the sun rose. He’s too stimulating. Questions constantly rise to the surface of your mind like bubbles in boiling water: what’s his family like? What’s his favourite film? What’s his favourite food? Is he single? What’s he thinking? What does he want out of life? He’s already achieved his career dream so what’s his next dream?

He hands you a glass and you take a sip without even looking. It’s strong, good. You follow Jungkook to the sofa and flop onto it, thankful to be sitting comfortably. He asks if the drink is ok and you just nod and take another sip. You’re torn with conflicting desires: to stare at him endlessly, to fall into his chest and listen to his heartbeat, to tell him everything, to listen to him tell you everything, to kiss him, to never kiss him, to be his best friend, to fall in love with him, to fall in love with him and love him from afar from the rest of your life. It’s exquisite, the confusion, the keenness of your muddled feelings. You wonder briefly if you are just drunk but shake the thought from your head: you haven’t had that much to drink.

You drink in silence for a while and when you’ve finished, you stand. Placing your glass on the coffee table, you wander over to the bookcase, full of not books but DVDs and figurines. You scan the titles, your eyes not really seeing. They linger on a small figurine of a tiger at the edge of a shelf. You pick it up.

“Year of the tiger?” you ask, brandishing the figure at him.

“It is.” He stands and comes closer to you, taking the tiger in his hand.

“This is me,” you tell him. 24 years old, you were born two tigers ago. You take the figure back and wiggle it in his face. He laughs.

“I’m an ox,” he says, kneeling down. He opens the door of a little cabinet and reveals figurines for each of the zodiac animals. You laugh picking them up and inspecting them. He takes the ox from the cupboard and the tiger from your hand and puts them both back on the bookshelf. Feeling silly, you move the tiger and make a sound that’s neither quite a roar nor a meow as though the tiger is talking to the ox. Jungkook laughs and responds in kind, lowing deeply as he turns the ox towards the tiger. This is the sort of nonsense you need to lift you from the deep water of your confused feelings.

You move to the window as Jungkook refills your glass. It’s probably a good view that he probably paid a lot of money for but you can’t be enamoured with so many lights and so much modern architecture. You can just barely make out the dark shape of the mountains beyond and you smile; that’s more like it. Jungkook joins you at the window. You talk quietly; you don’t want to tell him that you broke up with Hanjae, because it implies something that you don’t really want to imply, but it comes out in the course of conversation and you actually feel relieved. You don’t know what Jungkook feels about it, if anything, but he seems pleased for you. You feel like everything is so fragile, delicate, precarious. You stay talking at the window for what feels like hours (maybe it is) because you feel that to move will be to ruin the moment somehow, force a shift in the atmosphere that you don’t want.

Your eyes settle on the gold chain at his wrist and your fingers reach out for it, toying with it. Jungkook’s hand moves, into yours, his fingers dancing on your palm. You flick your eyes back to his and he’s smiling at you, shy and sweet. You let him take your hand and suddenly it’s a handshake and you’re snorting, laughing, leaning towards each other as your shoulders shake. You lean your head on his shoulder as your breath comes back and Jungkook moves his hand to waist, pulls you closer to him.

He’s still smiling when you lift your head to look at him and you’re staring back at him, wide-eyed and unsure. He pulls you closer still, his arm snaking around your waist and he kisses you without hesitation. His lips are soft but he isn’t; he’s sure and confident and he brings his thumb to your chin to gently press down, gently open your mouth and let him inside. You’re responding before you’ve had the opportunity to think. Your hands grab at the collar of his shirt and you move against him, a leg between his legs, his bottom lip between your teeth. You’re dizzied and light-headed, grateful to the cool glass at your back and Jungkook’s arms secure around you.

When he pulls back, with apparent effort, he rests his forehead on yours, nudges your nose with his and looks at you from under his thick, dark lashes.

“Honestly, I’ve wanted to do that all night,” he says, his voice hushed in the silence of the apartment, and then he barely brushes his lips against yours again, as if he just can’t help himself.

If you were confused earlier, you aren’t anymore. The world around you has faded to a fuzzy, black blur, eclipsed by the soft bloomings of want in your chest.

“I’ve wanted you to do that all night,” you whisper back, aware only as you’re saying it that it’s true. You have wanted him to do that. You want him to do it again and then a whole lot more.

He takes your face in his hands and kisses you, lightly, gently.

“I don’t usually do this,” he says, eyes alighting on yours for only a second before he’s looking at your lips again. “It’s not… This isn’t like me but…”

“I know,” you reply. “Me, too.”

“I feel…”

“Something.”

“Yeah.”

Your heart skips a beat when he looks at you and the world holds its breath; you almost feel time slow down, the seconds that it takes for his hands to fall from your face, glide down your body, and encircle you again stretch into minutes. The distance between your lips – not even inches – stretches far into the horizon. You almost feel each of the chambers of your heart squeeze, a rush of warmth heating your cheeks, your chest, your core.

And then his lips are on you and you’re like a Catherine wheel, spinning and sparking and wild. Time snaps back like an elastic band and you’re frantic now, all hands and lips and tongue.

You slip your fingers into his shirt, flicking open the buttons, running your hands over his body, soft and supple and flushed. His hands push your dress higher and higher, over the slope of your hips and he lifts you, pushing you against the glass and pushing his body into yours. You can feel the arousal pooled at your core and you can feel him straining against his trousers. You’re wet like you’ve been waiting all night for it, like you’ve been anticipating this very moment since you first laid eyes on him. You push his shirt to the floor, watching it float down like a white flag of surrender: surrendering yourself to him, he to you, to this, whatever this is or could be.

“Oh, fuck, fuck.”

Soft whispers tumble from you as Jungkook’s fingers slide past your underwear and press into your wet heat. Your cunt squeezes against them and your hips cant towards him as he presses his thumb against your clit. Your whimpering, whining, mewling barely drowns out the squelch of his fingers working inside you, arousal dripping down his hand. You’re climbing steadily to your peak, moaning against his mouth as he rolls his tongue with yours. You pull on his hair, his head tipping back, his throat exposed. He looks down at you with heavy-lidded eyes and a slack jaw. Then he grins, thrumming faster, pressing harder and you’re squirming. You let go of his hair to clutch around his shoulders, holding on hard as your own head tips back, thudding against the glass.

Jungkook brings his face close to yours and nudges your nose with his, gently guiding your attention back to him. He holds your gaze as your legs quiver and shake, as your breath hitches and you close your eyes, so, so close now.

“Look at me.” His voice is low, soft, but demanding. “I want to see you… I want you to look at me when you come.”

And you do. Your eyes don’t leave his as you fall apart in his arms, pleasure coursing through you like a lightning strike. You’ve barely finished before he’s crashing his lips into you, urgent and needy and then suddenly neither of those things. He slows. He removes his fingers from your soaking wet slip and he holds you close to him, just barely grinding his hips into you. His kiss is deep, languorous, like he’s really tasting you now. The quiet moan he makes as his tongue rolls with yours makes your heart skip a beat and you’re weak. So weak that, when he drops you, lightly, your feet returning to the floor, you almost stumble, almost fall. But he’s got you.

He pushes your dress back down, smoothing it out so he can unzip it. He finally breaks your kiss as he pulls it from your shoulders, letting it slip down your arms. You’re braless and goosebumps sprinkle all over your skin, your nipples shivering to attention. You run your hands through Jungkook’s hair as he dips his head, lowers himself to kiss your neck, your chest, to run his tongue up the underside of your breast and suck your tight little bud into his mouth. The glass at your back is cold but he is so warm in front of you.

He drops to his knees, hooks his fingers into the waistband of your underwear and pulls them to the floor. You step out and he flings them away.

“I want to make you come again.”

He looks up at you and his eyes are wide, imploring, asking, seeking, searching and it’s all you can do to just nod. You’ve had one-night stands and hook-ups and situationships and even boyfriends who haven’t said that to you, who haven’t cared enough to try for one, let alone more.

He’s still looking at you when he puts his mouth on you and runs his tongue through your folds. You let your head fall back again, eyes to the ceiling. Jungkook grunts, the vibration against you a little shock. You look back down at him and he nods, swirling his tongue around your clit, and you understand: he wants you to look at him, he wants to see you and wants you to see him seeing you, as you have all evening. Because he does. See you. He sees you like no one else has. You can already feel it bubbling up within you. You can sense his soul reaching out to yours as yours reaches back to him. You think to yourself that you would probably have fallen in love with him even if he weren’t so good at—

“Oh, fuck, Jungkook. Fuck. Yes, like that.”

He’s fucking you with his fingers again with his mouth sealed around your clit, the soft plane of his tongue pressing against it, sucking and then lapping. You grab onto his hair, hard, grounding you, something, anything to tether you to this world as you feel yourself floating away.

He groans and you understand his instruction, having to drag your eyes back to his. His brows are furrowed, eyes shining bright. Looking into his eyes at this moment is like falling into an abyss. Tumbling and twisting, your body writhes with pleasure, shuddering against the window as you come again, a cry strangled in your throat, legs shaking and then you’re literally falling, sliding down the glass. Jungkook follows you down, his fingers still pressing against you as he kisses up your stomach, your chest, and then he’s holding you. You’re in his arms and he’s kissing you, your own arousal all over his lips and his tongue.

“You ok?” he asks, his voice thick and low.

You couldn’t speak. Could only take his face between your palms and kiss him again. He lifts you up into his lap, so you’re straddling him, knees either side of his hips, and you can feel him, pressing against his trousers, trapped and tensed. You sit down a little further and roll your hips over him; he groans into your mouth and his hands on your glutes squeeze tight.

“Jungkook,” you whisper and he whispers your name back. “Please.”

He lifts you from his lap and kneels up, hands working at his belt and his zip. He stands to shuck them down his legs and kicks them off. You look up at him and ask,

“Do you have…?”

He nods, crossing the room to his wallet on the sideboard by the door. You press your hands against the cool glass of the window, but rather than cooling you, it warms, too. There is heat all over you, burning around you.

Jungkook returns and falls to his knees, condom in hand. He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and mumbles, rolling his eyes at himself as he stands once more to push them all the way down and off. You giggle, reaching out for him, rising on your knees as he slides the rubber over his length. He pulls you to your feet and cages you in against the window, lips capturing yours.

He bites down on your lower lip and you can feel him at your entrance. He’s rubbing his length along your slick slit and you’re whimpering, walls fluttering, heart racing. He breaks the kiss to look you in the eye as he pushes into you. A soft gasp leaves you and your hands circle tight around his biceps. You can feel him slow, his eyes watching you carefully now.

“No, don’t stop, don’t stop. It feels good. Please.”

He continues, still slowly, and, when he’s all the way in, he kisses you again, pressing his body against yours.

“Jungkook,” you breathe, but whatever you were about to say disappears into a moan as he drags his cock out and then pushes back in. He moans back and brings a hand to your breast, his thumb rubbing light circles against your pert nipple. You’re already not sure how you’re still standing and then he lowers his lips to your neck and sucks at just exactly the right spot. Your legs tremble and your cunt quivers and you feel his hot breath against your skin as he chuckles.

“You like that, huh?”

“Yes.”

He says no more and his lips return to the sweet spot on your neck. You cling to him, gripping tightly, every pass of the head of his dick against your g-spot a test of your strength, fading rapidly as you start to drown in him. He thrusts deep and slow with little grunts of effort, like he’s holding back.

“Jungkook, I—”

“Yes?”

He’s looking at you again and, up close like this, he takes your breath away.

“I want more. More. I-… I can’t stand, but I wan—oh.”

He doesn’t even let you finish before he’s grabbing you, his hands at the backs of your thighs lifting you, taking all your weight onto him. You wrap your legs around him and he moves faster now, harder, looking down at where he disappears into you. He’s more vocal, louder, as he fucks you into the window and the sound of him, his pleasure, his pleasure in you, stirs you. You’re fucked out and weak but your desire renews your force. You squeeze your walls against him and he curses.

“Shit.”

You do it again and a tiny chuckle bubbles up in his throat.

“Baby, you are dangerous. You’re—fuck, hngh—you’re going to make me come.”

He’s panting and breathy and his hair sticks to his forehead. You wrap you arms around his neck and kiss his cheek, his jaw, bite at his earlobe.

“Isn’t that the point?” you whisper.

A shudder runs through him and he growls, his grip on you tighter, even painfully tight. You pull back to look at him and his eyes are black, his jaw set, his brow furrowed. But he’s still looking at you; his eyes aren’t glazed, aren’t elsewhere, aren’t looking through you. He’s seeing you and you feel naked but not afraid, not exposed. You hold his face and kiss him and he grunts, groans; it’s open-mouthed and sloppy, your breath mingling as your tongues slide past and over each other.

He pulls away and rests his forehead on yours and his stare is so intense, from that alone you would know he was close. He’s cursing lightly, repeatedly, fucking you hard, and then he’s coming, too, with a shudder and an animal groan, guttural and low.

He lowers you both down to the floor and lays you down, kissing you lightly, almost politely, as he brushes your hair from your face. He turns away and stands, disposing of the used condom and grabbing the blanket from the sofa. You just watch him return to you, settling next to you on the floor, covering both your bodies.

You look at the window where your heat and sweat have condensed in an already fading cloud. You laugh and point it out; he laughs, too.

“It’s almost gone already,” he says, watching it shrink, disappear, self-effacing.

You hum. This is usually when you’d feel awkward, make a show of being polite, get up and go but you don’t want to leave; you want to stay right where you are and watch the sun rise with him. You want to yawn and stretch yourself like a cat before curling against him and sleeping through the morning. You want to kiss him both goodnight and good morning. You look at him looking at the window and imagine an entire life with him, spanning years and decades in a second. Your heart beats heavy in your chest and you wonder if he can feel it, if he feels it, too.

When he finally looks back at you, you know. He kisses you like you’re precious, gently traces the shapes of your face with featherlight fingers. You shiver and he pulls you closer into his warm body, pulls the blanket tighter around you.

“Y’know,” he says, pausing to kiss you again. “I’m really glad I went to that party.”

[darlingmbappe]

Out of the Dark | Kylian Mbappé x Plus Size Fem Reader

Summary: Though months of an almost picture-perfect relationship, Kylian still kept you hidden like his own personal secret. How are you supposed to feel like it doesn’t have something to do with how much you weigh?

Warnings: Feelings of being insecure about your weight, slight angst at the beginning, vague sex scene, cussing, not edited very well. Let me know if I missed anything! — English is not my first language —

Masterlist

You’re so proud of him. Truly, he deserves every bit of praise he gets. Even before you’d met him, you followed his career closely, amazed at how someone your age could be accomplishing such monumental achievements. And now, you get to love him intimately, personally tell him how fantastic he is, how much you admire him.

You and Kylian have been together for around eight months, the greatest eight months. It was mutually agreed that your relationship would be kept in the dark from everyone. This seemed like the best idea, what with him having the status he does and you being just an average person. Besides, you’ve never enjoyed the spotlight and we’re happy to keep your weekly grocery store run paparazzi free.

Hidden behind that superficial excuse was the real reason why you were content not being in any tabloids… the bigger body you occupied wasn’t exactly something the media would ignore. You could practically read the headlines already, a reasonable delusion you constantly had to push from your mind in order to stay sane and secure.

It was hard work, learning to love yourself, building up your confidence. You knew you love and accept the body you had, but there was always that little voice in the back of your head saying, ‘am I strong enough to put myself out there like that?’

Kylian seemed relieved when you asked him if the relationship could be kept hush, but now you feel like it’s been too long. You’d brought up the idea of going public after your six month anniversary, but he dismissed it with a quick shake of the head, blaming his agent and how she would freak out if he was announcing a new relationship. She would set him up with dates for all of these events. Models, actresses, and influencers hung on his arm at red carpets while you snuggled alone on the couch, following the events through twitter.

He always assured you that he wished it was you, but it was too complicated. It was a viable excuse at first, but it’s four months away from your one year anniversary. You were tired of dropping hints about beautiful restaurants and romantic spots. You were starting to feel like he wanted to hide you, and not because of his agent would complain or his fans would uproar, but because he was ashamed of you. What a shitty feeling.

“What’s that look, amor?” Kylian asks your reflection in his bathroom mirror.

Not realizing you were lost in thought, you shake your head, leaning against the doorframe. “Nothing.” Smile. “You look great.”

He fixes his tie then turns to you. “Very convincing.”

You try and play it cool, laughing. “No, you seriously look amazing.” It was obvious he didn’t mean that part, but you really don’t feel like having this fight right now.

“So do you.” He grabs your hips, trapping you against him and the door.

Now you really do laugh. “Good one, Ky.”

While he wore a designer suit, you were rocking a pair of boy-short underwear and an oversized hoodie. Kylian was going to another super fancy award ceremony. He was getting a trophy and everything, but you couldn’t be there with him. Instead, he’s going to kiss the cheek of a tall, skinny, gorgeous 21 year old model when his name gets called. She was get to be his date for the night while you — the girlfriend — waited patiently in his bed for him to come home and tell you all about it.

The dynamic of the whole affair sets in, sending a little tang of jealousy and insecurity through your body. He notices how your stare points away from him now as you wiggle out of his grip and trudge towards his bed. Kylian walks toward you as you flip through Netflix without any intention of picking something anytime soon.

“I wish you could come with me.” He offers, his facial expressions ridden with guilt. You respond with a quiet and half-hearted hum, continuing to look through the true crime collection. He picks up your dismissiveness. “You know I do.”

“Mhm.” You didn’t mean the sarcastic tone behind it, it was just a natural reaction.

He sighs loudly, scratching his neck. “If you want to say something, say something. I can’t read your mind.” You continue to flip through shows and movies, trying to mask the sad expression that you surely couldn’t hide much longer. “We agreed to this. We both wanted it this way.”

“Eight months ago.” You add, looking at him now. He looked annoyed, like this conversation was a burden to have. “At some point I want to get out of this house. I feel like we should, I don’t know… rethink that whole part of our relationship.”

“This again?” He shuffles to the corner to grab his shoes with a huff. “You know how complicated that would be. You would hate attention like that.”

“Maybe I would.” You sit up in your spot while he sits at the foot of the bed, his back facing you. “So what? I might not love the attention but at least we get to go out to dinner, or take a walk together, or I could hug you after a match, or act like we’re together at all!”

He finishes putting his shoes on, still facing away from you. Kylian doesn’t say anything back for a while. You just waited for him, he had to say something eventually. “I don’t want to talk about this right now.”

Not what you wanted to hear.

You nod silently, but that hurt. You watched him grab his phone and wallet on the nightstand as he prepared to leave so he can pick up his literal runway model of a date.

“Are you ashamed of me?” The words came out of your mouth without your permission, but there they were — shifting the mood of the entire conversation without a second of mercy.

He looks back, his eyes rid of any annoyance and replaced with something kind of depressing, a look you’ve never seen from him before. He opens his mouth right as his phone rings, he looks down at it regretfully, sighing out. “One second.” He murmers sorely before he answers it.

You bit the inside of your cheeks to keep the tears at bay. Crying seems like the last thing you want to do right now. You turn your attention back to scrolling through the now very blurry movies on Netflix. He mumbles something about being right down and hangs up. “I…”

“Yeah, yeah. Go.” You assured and bite your cheek harder, feeling the tears right there. “Can’t be late. Not a good look. I get it.” There was a clear harshness behind your permission.

“We’ll talk about this, alright?” He fidgets, making his way to you, kissing your forehead. You feel a tear fall and you wipe it just as quickly, not looking at him. “Hey,” he coos, lifting your chin up wo finally meet his stare. “I am not ashamed of you.” He wipes the tear and kisses your nose. “Okay?”

You nod, sniffling and casually wiping another stray tear away, offering a weak nod. “Okay.”

Kylian felt wrong for walking out at that moment. He knew you wanted to go public but never knew that you were feeling this way. It was something he wanted to unpack, something he wanted to make you feel better about.

That question drove him insane all night. His steak tasted dull, his wine tasted bitter, his date looked like nothing compared to you. She twirled her hair and batted her lashes, assuming he was single. Why wouldn’t she? Nothing in recent news even hinted at any kind of romance going on in the star footballers life, but he knew the truth. He knew who he had waiting for him under his covers, and she deserved better than what he was giving her.

The night crawled by, achingly clapping along with the crowd without really listening to what the applause could be about. After accepting his award, he only wished he could find you in the sea of strangers from the stage. He just wanted to go home. Lay with you, hold your hand, let you know his intentions.

Of course he’d thought about this secret relationship from your perspective. It’s weird, needing a date and not being able to take you, even if you were his girlfriend. He couldn’t help but wonder how he’d feel if the roles were reversed.

They kind of were once, and he hated that feeling with a burning passion. Your office held a Christmas party last year and everyone had to bring a date… something about even numbers for one of the holiday games they’d planned out. You mentioned it in passing that you were going with Neil, the handsome budget analysts that you considered to be one of your good friends. Kylian wanted to pick a fight so bad. He wanted to tell you that he didn’t like you going with someone else… but he couldn’t. You’d endured countless news articles pondering if he was dating one of the many women that accompany him, helped him look spiffy for these events, kissed him goodbye as he went to eat a nice dinner with hot models and actresses. How would that be fair?

Hours went by and you didn’t feel the need to wait up for him. These events could drag on for hours past your bedtime, and your mood tonight in particular didn’t feel up to listening to all the glorious details that he makes out to sound dreadful… free cocktails, gourmet food, meeting celebrities, making new friends… there were only so many ways to complain about it before it started sounding disingenuous. The more you thought about it the later it got, quickly time spiraled out of your control, finding yourself watching the busy streets of Paris through the open window from the bed. The frustration you felt when your eyes closed and all you saw was Kylian arm in arm with girls that weren’t you put a dreadful feeling in your stomach.

It couldn’t have been later than 1 o’clock in the morning when Kylian returned, his tie loosened, top buttons undone, jacket almost dragging on the ground as he trudged up the stairs, leaving the shiny new trophy by the door.

It’s kind of insane to him how on long days like these he craves your touch, your comfort. He never thought of himself as someone who could be dependent on another person, at least not in this time of his life. With his priorities set on becoming a legendary football star, he didn’t necessarily set aside time for romance, but you just… happened. Someone so unlike the others, your charm reeling him in until he knew he was done for. Helpless.

The pressure of the public eye is brutal. He knows first hand how the media can ruin a relationship, no matter how strong the pillars you stand on are. They find ways to chip you down, make you doubt everything, make you doubt yourself. You were innocent to it all. He wanted to keep you that way. Selfish, sure, but he knew it would eventually cause some vicious issues down the line. It happens every time.

As he walked through the bedroom door, the shape of your silhouette under the covers tugged on his heart. Though his brain was begging him to wash up in the bathroom and go to sleep, his feet lead him to your side of the bed.

He crouched down at eye level with you, petting a gentle hand on top of your head, taking his time to really look at your face. You eyes slowly opened, he offered a tiny smile that he didn’t even realize grew on his face.

“I didn’t mean to wake you, amour.” He cooed, running his thumb over your cheek.

“I can’t sleep.” You groggily respond, closing your eyes at his touch.

He leaned over, kissing your forehead continuously without pulling away. “I’ll come to bed in a second.” He mumbled against your skin before standing, taking off his uncomfortable outfit on the way. He made quick time brushing his teeth and washing his face, changing into a clean pair of boxer briefs before crawling into his spot next to you.

Without thinking twice, his hands latched around your waist, pulling your bodies close together and spooning you with his face nuzzled into your hair.

You were hyperaware of everything. The way that his hand landed on the puff of your stomach, the amount of room you took up on your half of the bed, the roll that formed when you laid on your side like you were. At the beginning of the relationship that’s all you could think about whenever Kylian wrapped his arms around you. It took you a while to not tense up and let yourself melt into his touch, but tonight you were taken back to the beginning. The questioning if you were ever going to be good enough. If you’d ever be taken seriously as a couple. If people thought you two looked weird together, that he could do better than you.

“You’re beautiful.” Kylian eased, snapping you out of your thoughts. He felt your muscles tight under your skin, he just wanted you to relax. “I mean it, (Y/N).”

You didn’t say anything back, gulping to try and get rid of the panicky lump in your throat. He kissed the shell of your ear, reaching his hand under your T-shirt and letting it land on your bare stomach.

You tensed up more, instinct telling you to get up and go to the bathroom or something to get out of this situation.

“Stop, bébé.” He clicked once feeling your squirming. “Let me hold you.”

The longer the two of you stayed silent, listening to each others breathing, basking in the warmth you both provided, you felt more at ease. He shifted slightly, letting himself look down on you while holding himself up on his forearm.

He touched your cheek, tracing tour eyelashes with his thumb. “I’m taking you out to a nice dinner tomorrow night.”

You furrowed your brows. “Out?”

“Mhm.” He kissed the tip of your nose. “That new Thai restaurant you told me about last week.”

The tears swarmed your eyes, a wave of happiness surging through your body like electricity. “Really?” Your voice came out squeaky, laced in weary excitement.

He smiled down at you, kissing your grin onto his own face. “Of course.”

“Oh, baby…” You coo, grabbing his face in your own hands, letting some of the tears run down the side of your face. “Thank you.”

Kylian wiped them away sweetly. “Don’t thank me. I should have done this a while ago. I shouldn’t have kept you hidden away all to myself for this long. It wasn’t fair to you, I’m sorry.”

You pulled his neck down and kissed his passionately, but the pace was slow. Eventually, your tongues greeted each other expertly, his legs climbed over to lay his body on yours, his hand roamed under your shirt to feel your bare tits. It wasn’t long before you both got rid of the minimal layers keeping you apart, desperate to feel safe in each others touch.

He was gentle, loving, caressing every inch. Kylian spent extra time loving on the places he knew you overthought about. The ones that people would point out in the past. He kissed and licked them while praising you, leaving marks to remind you how he felt about you. All of you.

You attempted to roll over and have him take you from behind, but he pushed you down. “I wanna see your face. Wanna watch you. Wanna look at you.” He was borderline incoherent, but completely lucid. He said all the right things, forgetting completely about the surefire wave of trouble that would be headed your way tomorrow night.

Kylian was drunk on your sweet sounds. The continued “ah, ah, ah”’s that escaped your plumped lips drove him insane, cumming inside your shaking walls while watching the pleasure grow on your scrunched face. You came while clutching his biceps, closing your eyes tightly in euphoria.

He cleaned you both up, wiping you down with a wet rag before laying back next to you. This time, he pulled you into his chest while he laid on his back, feeling your body now comfortable and relaxed, listening to your soft snores that tickled his bare chest.

The next morning, Kylian’s side of the bed was empty, but the vague memory of his sweet kiss that landed on your forehead before he left send butterflies to your stomach. The much clearer memory of dinner plans tonight erupted another wave of them, motivating you to get the day started as soon as possible, needing to get home and prep for a night you’ve been waiting for for way too long.

On the doorstep of your humble townhome sat a big white box, a pink letter taped to the top with your name written nicely on top. It was obviously Kylian’s penmanship; neat but a little wonky. You giggled to yourself, bringing the box inside and opening the envelope.

To my sweet (Y/N),

You will look so beautiful tonight. I can’t wait to see you. Be ready by 7:30.

I love you, bébé.

-Kyks

You pressed the card dramatically to your chest, humming at the sweetness overload from your boyfriend. Though you wanted to relish in that moment, you couldn’t take it anymore. You had to see what the hell was in the box.

“Oh, wow…” You gasp as you catch the first glimpse of the dress that sat neatly on the tissue paper. You pulled it out, putting it against your body. It was a pink floral midi dress, form-fitting at the top, looser on the skirt and a slit that ran down the side. It was gorgeous. Perfect. Thank god that Kylian has a sense of style or else you’d be making your debut in an ugly outfit… Even better, you were thankful he knew your size because that thing fit like a glove. Goddamn… you look so sexy in this.

Time flies, it really does. Especially when your brain is working overtime thinking about the absolute worst things that could happen. You couldn’t stop yourself from taking two shots of tequila to calm your jittery nerves, hoping the shaking in your hands or the knot in your stomach would subdue before the knock on the door came. But, alas, it came…

You took a deep breath in the mirror, checking yourself from head to toe. Confidence is something you had to build, and it’s so much harder than people make it out to be. Fake it ‘till you make it can only take you so far, the rest is real work, especially in a world that praises people who look the opposite of you.

You’d hear your thinner friends complain about how fat they looked right in front of you, as if you didn’t have to live in that reality every single day. It was like their worst nightmare was looking like you. They’d tell you “you’re not fat, you’re beautiful!” As if you couldn’t be both. You’d walk closely to the wall and try and take up the most minimal amount of space possible — as if you could hide your size, feeling like every judgmental eye was on you all the time.

It was the little things that added up (along with the more brutal comments you’d get through life), but your skin was thick. Thick, yes. Unbreakable? You were about to find out. As soon as you stepped out under the mercy of the public eye with him… you’ll be tested how much you can actually take. How much this relationship could actually take.

You swung the door open to reveal the most handsome sight you’d ever seen. Kylian wore an all black suit. You thought to yourself that this must be what the models of the past were used to opening their doors to. Now, it’s finally your turn.

Kylian was holding a bouquet of flowers that matched your dress, showing off a huge smile. He seemed like he wanted to speak words, but his eyes spoke for him, much louder than anything his voice could come up with.

He eyed you up and down, a visible gulp making you want to retreat into yourself shyly. “Hi.” You meeped, cheeks sore from the smile you couldn’t shake.

Kylian cleared his throat, blowing out a raspberry. “You…”

He continued to eye you, walking in slowly as you shut the door behind him. “You did good with this dress.” You complimented, taking the flowers from his hands and walking them to your sink to grab a vase.

“The dress is just a dress, amour.” He growled, watching your backside like a lion would his lioness, infatuated with every curve and crease your body created under the material. “You in that dress? Tu blagues?” Are you kidding me? He stood behind you, wrapping his arms around your stomach and kissing your shoulder. “Oh lá lá…”

You laughed, lulling back into his touch, basking in his warm and secure embrace. “You always say the right things, Mbappé.”

He hums, unwrapping his arms and taking the flowers you were cutting from your hands, taking over the process. You stepped back and watched him as he filled the vase up with water, dropping them in with precision, one by one until they displayed beautifully.

He set them next to the bottle of tequila and shot glass you'd left out. He raised an eyebrow at you.

You shrugged. "For the nerves."

"Ah..." He nods, opening the cabinet and grbbing a tiny glass for himself, pouring the golden liquid into each one, holding one out to you. "To nerves of steel." You clinked your glasses, throwing your heads back and shivering as it went down. With a grimace, he shook off the taste of the drink. "Ready?"

Your mouth was dry despite the liquid that still lingered in your mouth. You inhaled deeply, faking a smile on your face while grabbing your purse. "Yep."

Kylian sensed the waver in your confirmation, reaching out to hold both your hands. "They're going to say whatever they're going to say. We can't control their thoughts on our relationship." He kissed your knuckles and all the rings you'd decorated your fingers with. "But we can't let them keep controlling us."

"I love you." You say, looking deep into your man's eyes and thinking about all the emotions you've seen them hold. The frustration after a loss. The playfulness before sex. The adoration during the first I love you that slipped his tongue. The relief that washed away the anxious look when you said it back.

"Your carriage awaits, princesse." He takes your purse and hold your hand, leading you both to the door that he opened for you.

You thanked him as he helped you into the large town car, running around to the other side and sat next to you.

As you neared the restaurant, his hand never leaving your thigh, you just looked at him, taking in every ounce of his being.

He wasn't ashamed of you. He loved you. He cared, he listened, he was perfectly yours. You knew no matter the things you'd surely read about yourself, the things you'd surely think about yourself at times, that Kylain would be a constant. This new chapter might bring some hard times, but you'll stand with Kylian. And he'd stand with you. You knew he would.

A/N: Plus sized ladies never get nearly enough representation on this platform. Hope you all enjoyed, this is something I wrote from my own feelings/experiences being plus sized! Love you all so much.

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[niallsgoldhoop]

small talk

niall horan one shot seven thousand words cw - sexual content, harsh language, spitting, spanking, name calling

The lighting inside of this place is dim, but not dim enough that I can’t still make out the slight tan line from where my wedding ring used to sit. 

Calloused fingers with tan skin, the thin sliver on my ring finger where my ring used to sit taunts me of what I miss more than anything in this world. 

I dropped the kids off a few hours ago and my heart hurts knowing that I’m going to be without their sweet laughs and giggles for the next three days, making my weekend longer than it should have ever been in the first place. 

Amber liquid sits in the glass tumbler in front of me, the same drink that she used to order, one that still tastes like her if I close my eyes and think about it hard enough. I try not to let my thoughts wander, knowing that she’s the last person I want to even start to think of.

With the sleeves of my cream colored shirt rolled up, I trace the pattern of the stitched design with my fingertips. I remember how dumb that my comments were when Rigby bought me this shirt, how I went on and on about how something could cost this much, making a complete ass out of myself in the moment. 

Now I wear it when I want to remember her the most. 

As I think about her, I curse myself and down the rest of my glass before holding my fingers in the air, signaling that I need another round to take my mind off of everything it doesn’t need to be on. 

She wasn’t here. 

Rigby wasn’t here. 

I sigh as the waitress drops off another drink to my seat at the bar, leaving me with a wink that makes my stomach curl. Bringing the old fashioned up to my lips, I let my eyes scan across the bar and study the people that mill about inside. 

You’ve got women out with their friends, men dressed up in suits looking for a release at the end of the work day, guys out just to watch the game, and then there’s me… 

A guy looking to forget the brunette with green eyes that stole his heart inside of a pub almost a decade ago.

Rigby and I.

Fuck if were the match of a lifetime. 

Shaking my head, I try to clear my head of the way she always looked in the mornings — her least favorite time of day. 

Even after Rory and Finn were born, Rigby hated mornings and even our children took after her. So there I was, stuck with three cranky children every morning. 

Rory and Finn were cranky until they got chocolate chips on their waffles while Rigby was cranky up until the first ‘I Love You’ came from my lips, nothing a kiss in our pantry couldn’t solve. 

Unable to control my thoughts I lift the glass to my lips and tilt it towards the ceiling, letting the rest of it glide down my throat and wash down the memories of yesterday's past. 

When I place the glass back on the bartop, I hear the bell to the entrance open and my eyes can’t help but look at who the newest occupant is. 

My eyes zero in on a pair of emerald green heels, straps wrapped around delicate ankles that tie into a perfect bow. Following the flawless skin of the longest legs I’d ever laid eyes on, my eyes take in every detail about the black dress that ends just at the knee but with a slit that rides all the way up to the upper part of their thigh. 

If their legs weren’t catching my attention for the first time tonight, the perfect tease of cleavage hidden behind the sinfully low neckline would do the trick. 

Shifting on the barstool, my cock twitches in my pants when the blonde turns around and shows off her perfect ass. 

My god. 

In a last ditch effort to make sure I didn’t look like a fucking psychopath, I pull out my phone. 

A smile spreads across my face to see both of my little hellions on the screen. Rory was standing in front of me with her little hot pink soccer jersey and holding her new first place trophy while Finn was wearing his own little green soccer jersey, crying and reaching for his sister's trophy because he wasn’t interested in the one he already had in his own hand. 

Rory’s pigtails were crooked because even after five years I still couldn’t get them straight, not that she ever let me forget saying ‘mommy could do them right’.

I know, kid. 

I know she could. 

Closing my eyes, I try not to think about her. 

Again. 

“Is this seat taken?” A feminine voice makes me snap open my eyes, looking to my left to see the vivacious blonde standing next to me with her gaze on the open barstool next to me. “If not, that's okay.”

If I thought she looked incredible from across the room, I surely wasn’t prepared for how she would look standing right next to me. 

“No, no. Go ahead.” 

The smell of her perfume lingers as she sits in the chair, crossing one leg over the other and exposing even more of her thigh that makes me feel like I can’t focus on anything else. 

Bad Niall. 

“God, this place is busy.” Her voice is smooth and rich, much like the drink I wish I hadn’t already had. “Can I get a margarita on the rocks please?”

I watch as she captivates the bartender, his eyes veering very, very far from her face as she orders and for once — I can’t blame him because my eyes are already there too. 

Quickly regaining any sense of decency left in my body, I subconsciously rub my left ring finger, still feeling as empty as I always do without it. 

“Long day?” 

Turning to face the blonde woman, a half smile stretches  across my face as I run my hand through my hair, thinking back to this morning. 

One with two grumpy children, neither of which could be consoled by a handful of chocolate chips. 

Rory wanted to wear her Rapunzel dress to school, which was impossible considering they were going on a field trip to a farm. Even after I kneeled in front of her and explained it, she still threw herself on the tile floor and cried. 

I swear she cried harder than I did when she walked away from me and into the door of her kindergarten class on the first day of school. 

Then we have Finn. 

While Rory was crying over her inability to be able to annihilate her dress from Disney World that my parents bought her in Paris when we visited, Finn was crying over how many green fruit loops were in his cereal bowl. 

Apparently today he all of a sudden hates the color green. Even after I picked all the green ones out, he still wouldn’t stop crying, claiming the whole bowl was contaminated.

By the time I got both of my children loaded in the car — Rory in her Rapunzel dress and Finn with a stomach full of Lucky Charms — I was an hour late to The Bunk Off. 

“Yeah, I guess you could say that.” Her eyes linger on mine while I speak, making me almost forget that my children were absolute heathens. “Long day for you too?”

She blows out a breath, followed by a light laugh as she breaks her gaze from me to thank the bartender for the drink he put down in front of her. “Oh, always. You try working in an office of men who constantly act like the world owes them something and tell me you don't leave working needing some kind of release.”

No, don’t even think about it. 

Bad, bad Niall. 

While I told myself I would just have a couple drinks and head back home to an empty house, I find myself ordering another drink and shifting in my seat so my body leans into the woman just the slightest bit. 

Curious, I raise my brow in her direction. “What do you do?” 

“Divorce lawyer.” I don’t miss the way her lips turn up into a smile at her own answer. “I spend my entire day with men who want to act like children which means I pay an astronomical amount of money to drink at a hotel bar. But it works out in my favor because I always take advantage of the spa the next day.”

Now that she’s closer to me, I can smell her perfume. It’s nothing too heavy, but a light fruity scent that could draw anyone in. 

“I could see how that would guarantee the need for drinks on a Friday night. You have my utmost praise for dealing with man-children all day.” A soft laugh falls from my lips and mixes with her own as she rolls her eyes, making my mind think about whether she rolls her eyes in other situations as well. “Cheers to men who don’t act like children.”

My glass hovers in the air as she eyes it intensely, so much so that I’m about to set my glass back on the bartop before she clinks them together, taking a long drink out of hers through the skinny straw that’s been provided. 

“Reese.” Thrusting her hand out in front of me, I study it with a careful eye. 

Taking her hand gently in my own, I make note of the softness of her skin — a feeling that I haven't felt in what feels like forever. “Niall.”

Devoid of an engagement ring or a wedding ring, I let out a quick breath. 

Definitely don’t want to go down that road again. 

Imagine being so close to your own climax when the woman underneath you tells you that she’s married.

“So, Niall.. What brings you here alone? Surely you’ve got to be married or at least dating someone?” Looking at me over her glass, I can practically see the gears turning in this woman’s head. “If not, then I'm sorry for assuming.”

“No, no.” Liquor coats my tongue as I search for the right answer. “No girlfriend and uh, no wife.”

The feeling of the words coming off of my tongue makes me feel slightly nauseated, like I’d rather chop my own tongue off than have to say them again. 

Reese doesn’t respond, she just nods before averting her gaze away from me. 

At this angle, I can make out the gentle slope of her nose as well as her high cheekbones. Pair that with the elegant way her neck seems to curve down into her shoulders and you’ve got an incredible sight for sore eyes. 

“So tell me, what do you do? You know what I do, so what does the quietest man in this bar do?”

Running my hand through my hair, I watch her eyes move to my bicep as her tongue runs along her bottom lip. I haven’t forgotten about the way my pants are fitting tighter as she shifts in her seat, the slightest change in the way she’s crossing her legs in her chair and it stirs something deep inside me. 

“Well, I own a pub.” 

Cocking her head to the side, I can’t help but laugh. “If you own your own place then why are you here — drinking?” 

Shifting in her seat, I try not to let it show the moment her foot makes contact with my calf. 

“I’ll let you in on a secret..” Taking a deep breath and blocking any outside thoughts from

my brain, I lean over and let my lips brush against her ear. “I don’t like to mix business with pleasure, you know? It can make for a very, very messy cleanup.” 

I know I’m not imagining it when I hear the way her breath catches in her chest or the way I see her fingers flex on the glass of her drink, clearly I’m not the only one aroused in this conversation. 

“How messy exactly?” With her glass to her lips I watch as she swallows down the last of her drink, willing myself not to come undone when her tongue glides alone her bottom lip to make sure she tastes every last drop of the liquor. “Actually, just say nothing. I think I can picture it.”

What is happening right now?

“Excuse me, can I get my check?” My breath catches in my throat as she places her hand on my thigh while she leans forward to signal the bartender. “You can add his to my tab.”

“No, no— you don’t have to do that! Here.” Reaching into my pocket, I pull out my wallet and grab my card and all but throw it at the bartender who could care less. “I’m not about to let you do that.”

Besides, I haven’t paid for another woman’s drinks in years. 

I guess now is as good a time as ever to start.

While the man runs my card, I turn to find her already looking at me with a look that I can’t run and hide from, not with her stare on me. 

In my entire existence, I think the only other time that I’ve felt time drag on as long as it is waiting for this man to bring me back my card resulted in the birth of my two children. 

But as I sit here, time drags on so slowly I think it’s been at least a year when the man hands me the receipt and pen. 

Signing my name down at the bottom, I stand from my stool at the same time my new companion abandons hers. Looking at me from over her shoulder, I can’t stop the way my eyes trail down her body — thinking what I’m going to do when I’m alone with her. 

We walk in silence to the elevator but the energy between us is buzzing, like a live power line that’s been knocked down by a powerful storm. 

Stepping in behind her, I lick my lips as she peers up at me with a familiar mischievous glint to her emerald eyes. Turning and pressing her ass into me, my hands immediately grip her waist and pull her into me as my lips fall to her neck. 

“Where to, Niall?”

A low laugh falls from my lips as I let the lust that’s been fueling my body for the last hour and half take over as I bite down on her earlobe. 

“Straight up to your room.”

Bringing my attention to her neck, I nip and suck at her smooth skin and smile into my actions when I hear a whimper fall from her lips as her hands clutch mine along her waist. “Fuck, touch me. Please. 

“You want me to touch you in this elevator, baby?” My words are hot on her skin yet goosebumps race across the surface as one of my hands slide from her waist to the apex of her thighs and slips under her dress. “What floor are you on?”

She doesn't answer me as she tips her head back onto my shoulder, the blonde hair smelling faintly of pear shampoo. “I’m on the twenty third floor.” 

“Think I can get you off that fast? Hmm?” Smirking against her skin, my finger runs along the drenched material that covers her center. “I need you to answer me or I’m not going to touch you at all.”

“Yes, but anybody can get on this elevator though!” I can sense the panic in her voice as I slip the material to the side and run my finger through her. 

I moan out at how wet she is for me. “Guess I better be quick then.”

Without waiting for a response, I thrust my middle finger into her at the same time my other hand finds her pebbled nipple through her dress and brings it between my thumb and pointer finger which makes her throw her head back with a loud moan. 

“Gonna take my fingers here in this elevator? Didn’t know you were so easy.” Adding another finger to her pleasure, I make sure to put extra pressure on her clit as I work the area quicker while continuing my assault on her neck. 

Her hand grips my wrist as we both stare at the numbers climbing on the elevator wall. “Me either, fuck. Niall!”

“Come on, do my fingers feel that good? Already feel your tight cunt clenching around them. All you have to do is let go, relax. If you want it, you can have it.” Husky and low, my own voice is mixed with a moan when she reaches behind her and grips me through my pants. “You wanna touch my cock, is that it?”

“Yes.” 

Her breathless moans finally reach their peak when we pass the nineteenth floor as she comes all over my fingers, silently moaning out into the air of this elevator before letting her body relax back into mine to catch her breath. 

While I may be having sex with a women in a hotel, I’ve not forgotten my manners as I kiss the side of her neck and run my hand up and down her waist before the elevator door opens and we walk out onto her floor. 

“I’m in, um, fuck.. Room 2334.”

Silently we make our way around the corner and I don’t dare take my eyes off her ass as it sways from side to side in her black dress, the way her long legs look make me imagine them wrapped around my waist which is exactly where I intend to have them in the next five minutes. 

The card beeps once it’s been waved in front of the automatic lock, swinging open to reveal a large room with floor to ceiling windows and a massive king sized bed in the middle. 

In my moment of weakness for the skyline of Boston, two delicate hands push against my chest and make my back slam against the door. “Cat got your tongue?”

Lips meet mine at an urgent speed, immediately parting my own and letting me taste the liquor that still lies on her tongue. I moan into the kiss when I feel those same hands leave my chest behind to fall to my waistline, undoing my pants and pulling them down just far enough that my aching cock springs up against my stomach. 

“Look at you. You were so quick to comment how wet I was as you fucked me with your fingers on the elevator, but look at you..” My mouth hangs open as she strokes me with determination, her thumb coming out to swipe at the precome leaking from my swollen tip. “You’re so hard for me and I’ve barely touched you, Ni.”

I can feel her leave open mouthed kisses along my neck as she stops to bite along the skin every so often, making me thrust up into her hand at a slow pace. 

Not enough that I’m going to come undone, but enough that the friction is driving me crazy. 

“Shit, I didn’t know the woman I was meeting tonight was such a tease.” There’s a hint of sarcasm to my voice, but mostly it’s just driven by lust as I look into her eyes just seconds before she lowers herself to her knees in front of me. 

“No small talk, it just gets in the way.”

Those are her final words before she takes me into her heavenly warm and wet mouth, her tongue flattening underneath my heavy cock as she sucks and bobs her head at a dangerous pace. 

The back of my head hits the door as pleasure shoots through every single nerve fiber in my body, from the tips of my fingers to the tips of my toes I can feel myself getting burned by the fire. 

“Baby, fuck.” Tangling my fingers into the blonde hair, I choke on my own moan when she pulls off of me only to flick her tongue on the most sensitive part of me. “If you don’t stop I'm going to come, fuck. Rigby.” 

The name falls from my lips at the same time that my eyes snap open and the motion between my legs stops two seconds before the woman between my legs laughs. 

“Seriously Niall? Again?” Standing up from her place on the floor, Rigby looks at me with her bright green eyes full of humor. “Are you going to forget whatever name I pick every time we do this?”

I reach forward with both hands and pull her to me as my lips find hers in a messy and passionate kiss, making sure that the very convincing blonde wig she’s managed to put on comes off, letting her brunette hair fall free around us. 

“To be fair, I doubt you want to hear me moan out another woman’s name while your pussy milks me for everything that I have. Am I wrong?” Reaching my hand to her side, I pull on the tiny zipper and groan as the fabric falls to the floor. “Also, I can only act for so long. You own me, clover. Don’t like acting like I’m not married to the finest woman I’ve ever fucking seen.”

Standing in front of me now is the same woman I fell in love with all those years ago. 

Only now, she’s got a couple more tattoos and her body is even curvier. 

I didn’t think it was possible to be more turned on by Rigby, but watching her carry and give birth to our children? 

Watching her tell me it wasn’t the end of the world that Rory got a Rapunzel dress muddy — saying we owned a washing machine for a reason?

Watching her tell Finn that when the color green hurts her feelings she eats Lucky Charms — the cereal daddy always brings her to cheer her up?

Yeah. 

I’m never not turned on by my wife. 

“Okay, you’ve proved your point.” Rigby sounds breathless as I lean down to kiss her again, taking my kiss from her lips and down her neck and making sure to suck a dark bruise just below where the collar of her work blouses sit. “I love you, fuck.”

Gently nipping at her sensitive nipple, my hands wrap around her waist to flip her backwards and press her ass against my throbbing cock as I walk us forward as I leave kisses against her temple. 

The view of Boston spreads out in front of us as we stop in front of the window. “I love you too, clover. Now let me show you.”

Wrapping an arm around her collarbone, her back curves into my chest as I push her forward and her body presses into the cool window eliciting a gasp from the temperature change against her hot skin. 

Finding her swollen clit like it’s my home, my fingers work like they’ve never had another job in their life while I bring her nipple between my pointer finger and my thumb again while I pinch hard enough that she moans and I feel her body shiver in my arms. 

Over the years, Rigby and I have explored our sex lives more than we ever thought possible. 

Both of us are kinky as hell, which works in both of our favor.  

Tonight wasn’t the first time we met in a bar and acted like we didn’t know each other, and it sure as hell won’t be the last time either. 

The same goes for being able to read each other’s bodies like a well worn book. I know that as soon as I apply almost enough pressure for it to be painful to her nipple and thrust two fingers into her, that she’ll come on the spot. 

So that’s what I do. 

“Good girl, that’s my baby.” Kissing the back of her neck, I hug her body into mine as her legs tremble from trying to hold herself up. “You look so beautiful when you come for me, so fucking beautiful. You know that, right?”

Turning in my arms, I kiss her and walk backwards to the bed and turn us at the last second and lay her down on the million thread count sheets. “Mmhmm, you tell me all the time, charms.”

“Good, don’t you forget it either.” Shedding the rest of my clothes, my eyes meet hers. 

I kiss her gently and rest my palms on the mattress to hold my body above hers while I slide down, taking her nipple in my mouth and teasing her until she squirms underneath me. “Want to taste you again, Niall. Please.”

Hearing the most powerful woman on the planet beg for me? 

Am I supposed to say no to that?

“Here.” Laying down on the bed, she raises one eyebrow in my direction. “You sit on my face and let me fuck you with my tongue while you fuck me with your mouth, yeah?”

As eager as ever, Rigby throws her legs over my torso and faces the foot of the bed while she shuffles backwards until her perfect wet, pink pussy rests right above my mouth. 

Running my hands up her thighs, I take a greedy handful of her ass in each palm before pulling her down to sit on my face while moaning out at the feeling of her taking my cock all the way into the back of her throat. 

She tastes like the only thing I want for the rest of my life as I flatten my tongue and run it through her, using the tip of the strong muscle to flick against her clit which makes her whimper against my cock and the vibrations from that have me leaking into her mouth at a rapid rate. 

While I feast on her, she uses her hand to wrap around me and twist while she brings her mouth up and down on me in a perfect combination that she knows will have me coming down her throat if she keeps it up. 

Not to be outdone, I bring one hand off her ass and bring it down hard enough to make her jerk on top of me at the same time I bring her clit into my

mouth, sucking harshly and nibbling the spot with my teeth and with one final spank, she comes again for me at the same time she brings me to my own demise, swallowing everything as she tries to ride out her own orgasm. 

“Rigby, fuck.” Out of breath, she rolls next to me on the bed before kissing me, letting her tongue meet mine so we can taste each other. “My perfect wife.”

I cradle her chin in my hand as I look at her while my other hand reaches to tuck a strand of her sweaty hair behind her ear. 

All these years she’s been there for me. 

When Harry and I opened another pub, she was there for me. Crunching the numbers and offering her advice all along the way. 

When I had to quit playing recreational soccer because I broke my leg? She was there. Taking me to therapy and forcing me to do the exercises even when I didn't want to, making me better. 

When I cried the day my little girl walked into kindergarten like she didn’t need her daddy anymore? She was there to remind me that I got to scare away every boy who came into her life for the rest of eternity. 

As she smiles at me right now, it’s full of bliss and it’s lazy. 

She’s been just as busy as I have been over the years. 

Carrying both of our children through high risk pregnancies, not to mention coming out a survivor through two miscarriages that broke both of us to the core. 

Rigby was now an owner of Byrne & Klein, owned by her and June. They bought out the men, making them one of the top women owned and ran accounting firms on the East Coast. 

My brilliant, brilliant lover. 

Not to mention, we both coached the kids soccer team and although I was calm and collected.. Rigby found her way back out into the parking lot more often than not for using one too many colorful words one too many times. 

“My perfect, Ni.” Finding my lips with hers, she starts a lazy, passionate kiss. 

It doesn’t take long for it to become needy, it never does. 

Throwing one leg over me, I cup Rigby’s perfect tits in my hand with a rough squeeze when she rocks her center against me. “You still hard for me, baby?”

“I’m always hard for you, what do you mean?” I laugh into her kiss for only a second before I tip my head back at the feeling of her clit rubbing against the sensitive ridge of my cock. “You gonna fuck me, clover mama?”

“Always.” I watch in awe as she positions me at her entrance and sinks down on me in one motion, not being able to decide if I want my eyes on her face, tits, or where we are connected. “Ah, fuck. You fill me up so fucking good, always full when you are inside me. Fucking me. Loving me.”

Placing my hands on her waist I match her rhythm as I fuck into her, my rough movements making her tits bounce with so much force I’ve decided I’m never looking away from them as I lean up to nip her with my teeth a couple of times. 

“I need more, Niall. I need it.” 

Her wish is my command as I pull her down flush with my chest and slam my hips up into her as she cries out into my chest at the pressure, giving her exactly what she needs. 

“Are you going to come again for me? Let yourself go all over my cock?” My own voice is strained as I try to hold myself together, knowing that she’s about to be so pissed at me. “Come on, don’t be shy.”

Hair sticks to her forehead and her body is covered in a sheen of sweat as I feel her start to contract around me, squeezing me so good that I have no choice but to pull out before I let go before I’m ready. 

“Are you fucking joking me?” Red cheeks match the animosity in her gaze as I roll us over, bending down to suck her clit in my mouth for a few seconds which has her screaming out before I pull back and sit on my heels, pumping my cock slowly in my hand as I look down at her gorgeous body. “Fuck you, asshole. I was so close.”

“No, I’m not joking.” Slapping the side of her thigh, I gesture towards the bed with my chin. “Get on your hands and knees.”

“No.” If there’s one thing about Rigby, it’s that she’s going to be a brat. “Don’t tell me what to do.”

Reaching up, I grip her jaw harshly but soft enough that I know I won't hurt her. “I said get on your hands and knees for me, slut.”

A moan comes from deep in her throat and I smirk as the fire I love so much blazes in her eyes. “Or what? You gonna punish me, daddy?”

Strengthening my grip enough to keep her mouth open, I lean over her and spit directly onto her tongue, watching as her eyes roll back into her head before she swallows. 

“Is that what you want? For me to punish you? For me to fuck you so hard you can’t see straight, hmm?” I know my words have the desired effect when Rigbys breath hitches in her chest and she nods a moment before breathing out a yes. 

Tilting my head down, I let a low chuckle fall from my lips before I lean back over her and instead of gripping her jaw — I drop my hand to her neck, putting pressure in the places she needs it to get a proper, safe head rush. 

“I said, get on your hands and knees..” Biting her bottom lip, I pull it back roughly and when I see a small drop of crimson, I flick my tongue across the spot to collect it. “Right the fuck now.”

Finally rolling onto her stomach, I pull her hips up as my palm runs down the middle of her back to push her face down into the mattress before taking her hands, clasping them together and holding them behind her back. 

With my other hand I smooth it over the porcelain skin of her ass before cracking my palm against it, making her cry out. “What’s our rule, hmm?” 

“I, it’s— Ah!”

Bringing my palm down in the same place, I watch as the skin turns slightly pink from the impact. 

“Rigby, I asked you a question.” Trading which of my hands hold hers, I repeat my actions on her other ass cheek, watching her jolt and moan beneath me. “I expect you to answer me.”

“If I want to act like a brat..” A moan falls from her lips as I slide two fingers inside of her, moaning myself at how fucking wet she is. “Then I get treated like a brat.”

“Correct.” I pull my fingers back only to fuck into her with three and the sounds filling up the room have my cock painfully aching with how turned on I am, it’s insane. “Listen, I know you thought you were going to get to come again around my cock, but how about you beg for it instead.”

Pushing her hips back into my hand, I bring my palm down on her skin. “Please, I—“

“You what? If you want my cock, you beg for it while I fuck you with my fingers and until I think you’ve begged enough, yeah? Do not even think about coming until I say you can or we are going to start this all over again. Do you understand me?”

Nodding into the mattress, I let out a quick prayer that I can hang on as my fingers find the spot that drivers her wild. “Please, Niall. Fuck, fuck.. I need you.”

“You’re going to have to do better than that.” Picking up my pace, I ease another finger into her and listen as she moans out incoherent phrases at the feeling. 

“I'll do anything. I need your cock, need you to fill me up..” I watch as her eyes roll back into her head as her body jerks when I find a particularly delicious spot inside of her. “Your come needs to be inside me, baby. I want it so bad. There's not anything I want more than to milk your cock so good, fill me up until I’m spilling out for you..”

With that I pull my fingers out of her and line my throbbing cock up with her, thrusting in all the way and tilting my head up towards the ceiling as my moan is loud and deep, bouncing off the walls. “God, you fucking pull me in like you need me so bad, like this pussy is made for me and only me. Letting me fuck you so goddman hard.” 

“Niall.. I’m so close. Please, don’t stop.” I continue to thrust into her deep and hard, making contact with her g-spot and making her legs tremble as we both find ourselves on the edge of our release. 

“You feel so good.” 

“You know, I really liked the blonde.” My pace picks up as she clenches around me. “You looked so fucking good.”

“You think?” Barely audible from her pleasure, Rigby manages to get the words out. “Maybe I’ll dye it blonde.”

I choke on a moan as I near my end, getting so close. “It doesn’t matter if you dye your hair hot pink, I’m still going to bend you over and fuck you like the slut that you are, yeah clover baby?”

“Ni, give me another baby. Please, fill me up and give me another one.” Her moan is loud as my pace falters at the thought of seeing her pregnant again. “I want it so bad, let me have it.”

Rigby only lasts a couple more strokes as she comes undone, coming so hard that she nearly pushes me out as I finish deep inside of her, filling her with my release. 

Staying seated inside of her, I rub my hand up and down her back as she lays spent beneath me. “Did you mean it? Rigby, tell me you meant it.”

Pulling out I roll her over onto her back and can’t help but lean down and kiss her, letting our tongues meet for only a moment. “Yes, I want another baby. Please. Just one more time, give me more.”

“Baby, you’re so tired.” I cup her cheek as I look down at her. “We can talk and keep trying.”

She shakes her head as she looks up at me, determination in her tired eyes. “Please.”

As much as I feel like my orgasm emptied everything from my body, I know that as long as she says please, I’ll do whatever she wants. Looking down I can see where my come is dripping out of her perfect pussy, so I slowly slide back in, leaning over Rigby on my elbows and bringing my lips to hers. 

“I love you so much, pretty clover girl.” My hips meet hers in a slow, gentle pace as she tips her head backwards into the pillows. “I’ll give you as many babies as you want.”

Rigby brings her hands up to cup my face as I thrust into her, feeling her legs shake from her overstimulation. “I want as many babies as we can make, love having a family with you, the perfect dad, the perfect husband, the perfect lover.. Oh, fuck.”

I feel as she contracts and releases around me, pumping her through her euphoria as I take one of her nipples in my mouth and suck lightly before I feel myself come again only a few minutes later. 

Keeping myself inside of her, I roll us over gently, tucking her into my side as she collapses against me. “We can stay like this for a little while, but then we have to get up and get you cleaned up, okay?”

I can feel her nod into my chest as I run my fingers through her hair, giving her twenty minutes before I’m pulling out of her and carrying her to the bathroom. 

“Come on baby, let’s take a bath. Let me clean you up and then we can sleep all night.”

•

As good as it feels to spend the weekend holed up in a hotel, having uninterrupted sex with my wife… There’s not a greater feeling than seeing my kids running towards me and launching themselves into my arms. 

“Daddy, daddy! Look what I made!”

I pull back and look down at the paper Rory holds in front of her. “Let me guess… That’s Moana?”

Laughing as Rory looks at her mom with her mouth wide open in shock, she turns back to me with a look of disdain. “No, look, it's Rapunzel! Everyone knows Moana  has pretty brown hair like mommy— not yellow. Silly daddy!”

“I’ll show you silly!” Picking her up in her Rapunzel pajamas, I tickle her sides as she squeals and laughs, relaxing her body into mine. “Where’s my other cutie?”

Finn launches himself at Rigbys legs, making her laugh as she stumbles and falls over in the front yard. “Easy buddy!” Reaching for him and pulling him into her arms, she nuzzles him in a motherly embrace while she kisses his little face all over as he laughs and puts his chubby little hands on her cheeks. His dirty blonde hair is a mess but his striking green eyes are full of trouble.

“Pretty mama!” leaving a wet kiss on her cheek, I smile at Rigby as we look at the beautiful and healthy children in our arms. 

“How’s my baby girl? Did you have fun at Uncle Harry’s house?” Rory nods in my arms, launching into a story about how Harry dressed up at Ariel while she played in her  Rapunzel dress. 

Rigby holds Finn in her arms and pinches his little red cheeks before tickling his ribs. “And what about you, what did you and Uncle Harry do?”

“We ate peas!” 

Both Rigby and I burst out laughing as Harry joins us and Rigby rolls her eyes, looking at Harry. “I guess there was a reason we gave Finn your middle name. You are both pea lovers and that worries me.”

“Finn loves peas? Yuck!” Rory makes an exaggerated gagging noise as I hear the last member of our family finally making their way out of the house and down to my feet. 

“There’s my other girl! What have you done all weekend, Guinny?” 

What is it that they say about all dads and the dogs they didn’t want? 

Yeah. 

That’s me and our black and brown dachshund, Guinness. 

At least I got to name her. 

“Well other than the one time she threw up in the kitchen? She’s been fine.” I look at Harry as he rolls his eyes before looping his arm around Margo’s waist. “But the resident veterinarian here said she’s fine, someone just fed her too many snacks.”

I don’t even have to guess which child of mine is the snack smuggler, looking at Rory in my arms as she fiddles with her hands in front of her, making eye contact with the birthmark on the side of her left hand. 

“Rory James, what have we told you about feeding the doggie too many snacks?” I try to be stern, but she’s so fucking cute with her brown hair and light blue eyes it’s impossible. 

She sighs as her shoulders deflate. “That if I feed the doggie too many snacks then her tummy gets upset just like daddy’s does when he eats too much cheese.”

“Exactly.” Rigby smiles as she tries not to laugh just like me. “We gotta remember that, okay? Remember how grumpy daddy gets when he doesn’t feel good?”

“Hey!” Jumping in to defend myself, everyone starts laughing before poking fun in my direction. “Alright, alright. Let’s get out of Uncle Harry’s hair and go home, okay?”

“Kids go get your bags!” Letting go of Rory and Finn, I watch them disappear into my best friend's house as I wrap my arm around Rigby’s waist. 

Leaning in, my lips brush against her ear before I kiss her gently. 

“Come on, let’s take our babies home, clover baby.”

* more on wattpad @ niallsgoldhoop *

[melonba11s]

No Way Out (Demon Strade/MC fanfic)

Warnings: Minor Vomit, Non-Con, Mind-Break, size difference, painful sex, minor pred-prey

Contains: Demon Strade, Gender Neutral MC (implied AFAB though)

Your feet hit the pavement as you ran down the street. It was dark, and even though the street lamps were on, their light didn’t reach anything. It was just dark shadow on dark shadows. As you turned a corner you found yourself…  

Back on the same street. You fought down a scream of frustration. If you made a noise he’d hear you. He’d know he was close. 

The street was familiar to you, it was the same one he had picked you up from just a few days ago. Strade, all smiles even as he used a knife to carve you open. But you had gotten loose, hidden a knife under you, and when the moment was right… 

You had missed, and he’d made you pay. Taking the knife out of his neck, plunging it into your eye socket, scrambling your brains as he got his revenge. 

But you knew you had to have at least nicked an artery, and he was so preoccupied with making sure you paid for the wound that he wouldn’t last long after you were gone. At least no one else would suffer like you had, he wouldn’t hurt anyone else ever again, you thought.

And as the world spun out from under you, your cheek hit pavement, and you’d woken up here. Getting up, catching your breath, wondering where you were. 

Turning around and coming face to face with him again. At first you had stood in shock, barely recognizing the face that stared down at you. 

He was so much taller, a gaping hole in his chest filled with green flames, horns curling out from his forehead. 

“As you requested.” A voice that felt like hot tar being poured over you. “I pulled their soul from the nether, as a reward for your good work. Have fun.” 

You whipped around, looking for the source of it, swearing you saw some glowing yellow eyes that disappeared as soon as you met them. 

Then a clawed hand reached forward. For you. Eyes glowing, smile widening. You stumbled back, a yell catching in your throat before you spun on your heel and ran. 

You knew in the back of your mind this is what he wanted. He wanted you to run, let him have a chase, let him smell your sweat and fear of him. 

That brought you to now. You had no idea how long you had been running, clutching at your lungs as you dove behind a dumpster. You’d died. You had for sure died. 

And this was hell, or whatever horrible afterlife. You had no idea how long your soul had been adrift, until it was planted down here to be some kind of trophy hunt for that monster of a man. The monster that was now a demon. 

You lurched forward, intent on continuing to run, knowing it was hopeless. 

“Got you~” A hand curled around your midriff. It was way to fucking big, and you began to push at it until he squeezed, painfully hard. He held you like one would hold a large doll, carefully maneuvering you to face him, using a finger on his spare hand to stroke your neck, claw getting dangerously close to the matching spot you’d stabbed him- 

“I could have chosen anyone.” He said. You whimpered at the deadly appendage so close to your neck, but managed to give him a confused look. “My fox.” he began to explain, voice low and crackling with embers. 

“A victim I managed to remember fondly… But I wanted you. The one who took me out.” You shook as he brought you close to his face, mouth opening, showing off rows of fangs. 

You were faintly aware of your clothes being torn off, shredded and cast aside as his huge tongue lolled out of his mouth, sliding up the side of your cheek, wetting your hair. 

“We could have had so much more fun together… I think we’ll have that now.” a grumble. You were airborne for a short second, now naked as he tossed you to his other hand, stomach hitting his palm. You scrambled to try and crawl forward, beginning to sob in fear. 

Something huge, heavy hit your back, as he kept a firm hold of you. You didn’t want to look back, feeling it slide against your bare skin, a thick liquid coating the tip of it as Strade let out a groan of pleasure- 

It hit you like a bolt of lightning. That was his fucking cock, thicker than your arm, longer than anything you’d ever had inside of you. Feeling him peel your legs apart like you were a limp toy, not a kicking screaming human. 

“No- No, it won’t… That won’t-” You couldn’t get your words out , you were so out of breath, stuttering horribly, adrenaline shaking your voice. 

If he made any notice of hearing you he didn’t say a thing. Perhaps being a demon had finally quieted him down. But you couldn’t take comfort in a lack of conversation right now, not when that hot giant dick was pressing at your entrance, slowly, painfully. 

“Please, I’ll do anything, ANYTHING.” you began to beg, your voice rising to a shriek as he managed to push himself in. The pain of being torn was unlike anything you’d experienced. 

“If you’ll do anything you’ll be a good hole for me…” that rumbling voice returned, full of mockery. You couldn’t bring yourself to form words anymore as he continued to invade you. You could feel blood, hot, sticky, pouring down your inner thighs. There was no way, you’d have to black out any second now, you were going to die, again. 

Your breathing was ugly, ragged, pants that sounded more like tortured moans, hands gripping at him, still trying to pull yourself away even now. 

Then the unique sick feeling of your ass bumping into his pubic bone. It was all inside. You could feel it, everywhere. Tears were streaming down your face, snot and drool mixing at your chin and dripping to the ground. Bile rose in your throat and you vomited, the sour acid burning your tongue and lips. 

You were a mess, held there, completely taken by a demon. Taken by this man you hated more than anyone, hated him enough to kill him. 

So why was your body reacting this way? Instead of violently trying to push out the intrusion, the only thing screaming for it to stop was your own thoughts. 

“You’re sucking me in so nicely, Schatz…” No. No you weren’t. You couldn’t be. 

Then he began to pull himself out. It should have brought relief, the sweat trickling down your back should be cooling you off, your body rejoicing in a much needed removal of this intrusion. 

Instead every nerve was screaming for him to put it back in, the sweat on your skin felt like it was boiling you alive, and a glance down revealed to your horror that there was no blood. 

You were slick and dripping with your own juices. Just as you were about to yell out in horror, scream for the nightmare to end though, he thrust back in, rendering you speechless as he began to fuck you properly. 

You could feel each spurt of his precum, blindingly hot, slick up your passage as he began to give out animalistic grunts over you. 

You didn’t just know you were going to die now. You wanted to die. You’d rather die than know he was making you feel this way. Your screams were ones of horror, but that was only because you were forcing them to be. You wanted to stay silent, but it was so intense your body had to make noises. 

So you could only scream for him to stop even though you clenched around him tightly, you could only pound against him with your hands even though they were growing weaker with your impending orgasm, you didn’t want this. You didn’t want to want this. 

Death should have been an escape from him, Death should have been a punishment for him. 

What had he done to deserve this type of heaven? What had you ever done to deserve this hell? 

Your mind could only go blank as your scream warbled as you came, feeling his cock twitch and pump you full of his cum. It was no good. There was nothing left. 

Nothing left but him, as he began to laugh. A laugh that shattered the vision of a familiar street around you, leaving nothing but a dark void. And him.

[hbyrde36]

Life is a Game (and True Love is a Trophy)

Chapter 5

Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3 Ch 4 ao3 link

*Eddie - 1986*

As soon as he entered the library, Eddie scanned the room for Chrissy’s familiar strawberry-blonde ponytail. It didn't take long to spot her, and when their eyes met she waved him over to where she sat alone at a table in the back corner.

He took the chair catty-corner to her and set his lunchbox up on the table, unpacking his sandwich right away. He wasn’t surprised to see her sitting there with no food, even though it was lunchtime. He’d noticed she often sat in the cafeteria with nothing in front of her, trying to look like she was too busy talking with her friends to eat. It was worrying, and he wondered if anyone else noticed.

Chrissy smiled, looking at him expectantly as he settled in.

“This might sound weird, but, uh, I've been thinking a lot lately about Steve’s disappearance. Sort of looking into it, actually, and there’s some things that aren't really adding up.” He cringed at himself, already half regretting bringing this up to her at all. “Sorry, I probably sound like a total freak right now”

She shook her head adamantly. “No, Eddie. I think it’s nice. Steve might have been popular, but I don't think he had a lot of true friends, no one who was really there for him. I mean, look at what happened. He’s gone, and it’s like no one cares! His parents never even came home after the school reported him missing, isn’t that awful?”

Eddie blinked rapidly as her words sank in. “Wait, I always assumed his parents were the ones who discovered him missing?”

“No. We’ve been neighbors for years, well, we were neighbors, I guess. As soon as Steve began high school his parents started traveling. They were hardly ever home. It wasn’t until he missed a few days of school that the police got involved.”

“Do you remember noticing anything out of the ordinary in the neighborhood around that time?” Eddie asked.

Chrissy flashed him a weak smile, but quickly dropped her gaze to where her hands rested on the table as she spoke. “I think maybe, yeah. It didn’t seem all that weird at the time, but on Easter Sunday that year, I was sitting on the porch with my mom watching my little sister have an egg hunt in the front yard. I saw Steve come out of his house with a girl. She was young and she had really short hair. I only saw them for a minute, they got right in his car and left. I assumed she was a relative visiting for the holiday or something. Honestly, I was just happy he had someone to keep him company for once. I didn’t realize until the next day that he never came home. I still didn’t think much of it at first, he could have been away for the break or something, but later, when it was announced that he was missing, I knew something was wrong.”

“Did you tell anyone about it?” He had to ask. He could almost understand Nancy being overlooked, but if the police hadn’t interviewed Steve’s neighbors?

“Yea, Hopper came around door-to-door the first day of the search, asking if anyone knew anything. I told him about that day, and the girl. He said he’d follow up, but I don't know if anything ever came of it.”

Eddie recalled Hopper saying things were out of his hands now, that the government was handling it. Had the chief told them Chrissy’s story?

He thought of the photo hidden away in his wallet, but hesitated, wondering if it was safe to show her. She did seem to genuinely want to help, and what harm could it really do.

Eddie glanced around to make sure no one was paying them any attention before pulling the polaroid out and sliding it across the table.

“Is that the girl you saw?”

Chrissy peered down at the picture, eyes growing wide.

“That’s her!” She gasped. “Where did you get this?”

“I think, maybe it's better if I don’t tell you.” Eddie pulled the photo back, quickly tucking it away again. “It wasn’t anything bad, I promise.” He added quickly, not wanting to come off like a creep. “I just don’t want anyone else getting in trouble, so, the less you know the better.”

She reached over and patted him on the hand. “It’s fine, Eddie. I get it.”

“Thanks, and, um, would you mind not telling anyone that I asked you about this?”

She smiled at him warmly. “Your secret is safe with me. I’m just glad someone cares enough to keep looking for him. Steve was a sweetheart deep down, even if he didn’t always show it. “

The bell rang and they both got up. Chrissy could have taken off, but she hovered, waiting for Eddie to gather his things so they could walk out together.

“If you ever want to talk again, I'm here. About this or anything else, ok?”

“Sure thing, Cunningham. I’ll see you around.”

He didn’t know what he’d done to endear himself to the cheerleader, but he was glad for it. Maybe they really could be friends.

-

This was a bad idea, arguably worse than breaking into Steve Harrington's house, but Eddie had spent the whole afternoon thinking over everything he’d learned from Chrissy. It just sounded so odd. Even shitty parents had to show up when their kids disappeared, right? If only for appearances sake, at least. This whole thing about the girl was really gnawing at him too. Hopper was going to be pissed, but at least Eddie was coming right to him with it, and not running wild around town or whatever the fuck everyone was so worried about him doing.

It was weird going into the police station on his own two feet. Eddie always figured his first time inside would involve being hauled in wearing handcuffs, not him walking in voluntarily and politely asking the secretary if he could see the chief.

Hopper was out, apparently, but Eddie wasn’t in a hurry. He didn’t have anywhere to go but home, and this was important. Finally, after about 40 minutes, the man he’d been waiting to see came walking through the door. He frowned down at where Eddie sat and quickly hauled him up by the arm, marching him straight into an office. Hop closed the door and the blinds, which seemed like overkill but Eddie wasn’t gonna call him on it.

“What are you doing here, kid?” Hopper leaned back in his chair, lighting up a cigarette that quickly filled the small room with smoke.

“I know you told me to drop it, but I was talking to Chrissy Cunningham today and…”

Hopper slammed a hand down on the desk. “That’s right. I DID tell you to drop it. So why are you out there interrogating witnesses?!”

“I wasn’t interrogating her. We’re in school together, I bumped into her in the hallway and we got to talking. We’re.. friends.”

The older man almost cracked a smile. “You, Eddie Munson, are friends with Chrissy Cunningham?”

Eddie glared. “Believe me or don’t, chief, I don't care. She told me what she saw. Did you even look for this girl? Try and figure out who she is? Is she missing too?”

Hopper blew out a long plume of smoke, stubbing the cigarette out in the very full ashtray that rested on his desk. “Eddie, you have to let this go. I’m sure you mean well, but you don’t know what you’re doing.”

“I may not know what I’m doing but at least I care enough to try!”

“It’s not that I don’t care, kid, it’s out of my jurisdiction. There are things at play here that you don’t understand.” Hopper sighed, massaging his temples. “Look, I think you need to talk to Wayne about this.”

Eddie wrinkled his nose. “Wayne? What does he have to do with anything?”

“I have a lot of paperwork to catch up on. I’d ask if you need a ride home but I saw your monstrosity of a van out in the parking lot.”

It was a clear dismissal. Eddie wanted to keep arguing but knew it would be a waste of time. He stalked out of the office, slamming the door behind him.

-

Eddie got home just in time to catch Wayne before he left for his shift at the plant. He'd gone back and forth about it for the whole drive home, whether he’d mention his visit to the police station or not. Apparently Hopper had made the decision for him. Eddie’s foot was barely in the door when it started.

“Chief called.” Wayne said gruffly. He was standing in the kitchen by the door as if he’d been waiting on Eddie’s arrival. “I thought you were done with this, Ed?”

“Well I'm not!” Eddie snapped.

It was probably a little harsher than his uncle deserved, but Eddie was well and truly pissed off now. How dare Hopper call and rat him out. He was legally an adult for Christ’s sake!

“Do you know what I found out today?” Eddie seethed. “His fucking parents didn’t even know he was gone, Wayne, and once they found out they apparently didn’t give a shit. No one in this goddamn town seems to give a shit!”

“Ed..” Wayne looked taken aback by his attitude, and honestly, Eddie was a little surprised at himself too. He didn’t realize how upset he’d become about the whole thing. He wasn’t sure when his curiosity had become something so much more.

“What if it was me?” Eddie pushed. “Would you ever stop looking if something happened to me?”

“Of course not.” Wayne quickly replied. “But that’s different, you’re my boy.”

Eddie deflated a little at the reminder that maybe it wasn’t his place to do this. Maybe he was overstepping, but he just couldn’t let it go.

“I have to go, i’ll see you in the morning.” Eddie muttered, turning on his heel and straight out the door he’d just come through.

He speed walked to his van, pretending not to hear his uncle calling after him to stop. He needed to get out of there, take a drive, find somewhere to sit and think or something.

-

Eddie had never been a hike through the woods kinda guy. Though he’d never been to one, he always thought of himself as more of a city person. The anonymity that could be had in a place like that, where the population was so enormous, was intriguing. As well as the prospect of said population being a bit more open-minded than their small town counterparts.

He didn’t really know why he stopped at the pull off. The one closest to the trail that would lead him right to Skull Rock. He blamed Dustin and his stupid list for putting the idea in his head. The walk was longer than he expected, and by the time he reached the base of the rock formation, he had to take a seat and catch his breath.

He supposed it was as good a spot as any to sit and sulk about his day. Being in this place did weirdly make him feel close to the missing boy. Just knowing there was a chance that, in another time, Steve might have sat right where he was sitting now. Realistically, he’d probably had a girl here with him at the time, but Eddie decided to ignore that part of it, instead choosing to picture Steve right there, back up against the rock, smoking a cigarette from the pack in his jacket.

It was quiet out there in the woods. Usually Eddie hated the quiet, he’d much rather blow his eardrums out with a good metal mixtape than commune with the sounds of nature, but something about this moment just felt right. Like he’s exactly where he should be for once.

Eventually, it starts getting dark, and Eddie knows he needs to head out soon, otherwise he might have trouble getting back to the van. He decided to have one more smoke before making his way back through the trees. He lit up and pushed himself to his feet, arching his back to stretch until something made a satisfying pop.

The sound echoed, which was weird. Then it happened again, and Eddie realized it was the sound of branches snapping under foot. His heart raced. He didn't know whether to check it out or run in the opposite direction. He stood there, frozen in indecision, until a figure came bursting through the brush.

*Steve - 1985/1986*

El didn’t hide things from Steve anymore, no matter what Brenner said or threatened. Neither of them wanted to risk being caught unaware again, and so they made a promise to each other. No secrets.

It was Christmas 1985 when Steve figured it out. Honestly he felt a little like an idiot for not realizing it sooner, but that was nothing new for him. Feeling like he’s ten steps behind everyone else was kind of his default setting.

Steve had thought this holiday would pass like all the others during their time in the lab, with barely any acknowledgement from the various doctors, scientists, and staff. But Owens, it seemed, was determined to prove he was a good guy, or at least that he wasn’t as bad as the rest of them. He brought in a small 3ft tall christmas tree, which Brenner begrudgingly allowed to be placed in the rainbow room. It had lights but no ornaments. That was fine, Steve taught El how to make paper chains that they draped around it instead.

Since they had no way to buy gifts, Steve and El drew really bad portraits of each other, giggling as they shared them. All while enjoying one last surprise from the doc, a huge thermos full of hot chocolate.

Steve had been sitting on his realization all day, not wanting to ruin the mood when they were actually having a good time for once, But eventually it started getting late, and he knew they wouldn't have long before being forced back to their rooms.

Without a word, he got up from the table they’d been sitting at and moved over to the chess station. It had become their code for when one of them needed to have a serious conversation. One they needed to be sure wasn’t overheard. He waited for her to join him at the board and slowly moved out his first pawn.

“I think I know what Brenner’s doing, what he’s really had you looking for all this time.” Steve said, smiling brightly, the expression not at all matching the grave tone of his words.

Eleven returned his smile, letting them each make a few more moves before she replied.

“He says we are just exploring this new world, and making sure the creatures stay there. Sometimes he asks me to watch people over here though, the ones who speak differently, like at the mall.”

“The Russians, yea. I think that’s mainly about trying to make sure they don’t get ahead of us with technology, and that they're not trying to open another gate. That’s not what I mean.”

“What do you think it is?”

Steve hesitated, suddenly doubting himself. “It might be dumb, I could be wrong.”

She started to reach out to him, almost breaking character, before dropping her hand back down to her side. “You are smarter than you think, Steve. Please tell me.”

“I think it’s Henry. I think Brenner suspects that One is still alive in there and wants you to find him.”

He watched as the idea sank in, as she ran through her mental catalog of every interaction with the lab, every conversation with Papa. “If he is alive, he won’t be the same. He was bad before but if he has been living with monsters all this time…”

“He’ll be so much worse” Steve finished for her.

“Why would they want me to find him?”

“I don’t know. It seems like asking for trouble to me.” Steve would like to think that they wanted to find the guy in order to eliminate him as a threat, but somehow that didn’t sound like a Brenner move.

“What do we do?”

Steve chewed his lip. “Now that you know what you’re looking for, it should be easy to avoid it, right?”

“Yeah, maybe.”

-

A few months passed without incident, and Steve started to relax. Either their plan was working or his theory was wrong. He was glad for it either way.

He was marking the days off on his calendar when he realized they had missed an important milestone. It had been two years since they were caught and taken back to the lab. The anniversary had passed a little over a week before. His heart sank.

Two.

Years.

Two years, and he was no closer to getting them out of there than he was on day one.

Steve wondered if El realized it and just hadn’t said anything, or if she’d be just as caught off guard as he was. He knew she was with Owens today, so he could go see her right now if he wanted to.

It took twenty minutes for him to find a guard available to take him to the right floor, but at least the guy didn’t hover. He let Steve off the elevator and then went back about his business. It had taken some time after his possession for the lab’s personnel to relax around him again, but finally things were getting back to normal.

Steve was almost to the door of Owens’ office when he heard a gut-wrenching primal scream. He knew without a doubt that it was Eleven. He burst through the door, almost crashing into the doctor’s back.

Owens didn’t even turn around, he was staring up at El, who was floating several feet in the air. Blood ran down her face in streaks, and it wasn’t just coming from her nose this time. Her eyes and ears were also bleeding freely. She had one hand raised up in front of her, the same way she did when she needed to really focus her powers. It looked like she was fighting something only she could see.

Steve shook the doctor's shoulders, shouting. “What’s happening? How do we help her?”

The man finally turned, but before he could say a word, El went limp and dropped like a puppet whose strings had been cut. Steve lunged, only half catching her and just barely managing to cushion her fall.

“I don’t know what happened.” Owens said, dragging a hand over his face. “One minute we were talking and suddenly she just stopped responding. Her eyes…”

Steve got a solid grip on Eleven and stood up, cradling her to his chest.

“I should call Brenner.” The doctor murmured to himself. “Steve, can you take her up to the infirmary? I’ll meet you both there as soon as I can.”

He didn’t wait for a response before pulling a chair up and dialing. Something swung from the pocket of a coat sling over the back of the chair, catching Steve’s attention. It was a key card hanging from a retractable lanyard.

Steve didn’t think twice, he snatched it up while Owen's back was still turned and palmed it before walking out the door. He was met in the hall by the same guard who had brought him up. He let the guy take them down to the infirmary, which was on the same floor as his room, as well as the service elevators that he knew went all the way to the ground floor. He had a key, now all he needed was a distraction.

Luck was on their side twice that day, because the moment they stepped off the elevator, the building’s alarm started to go off. The guard pointed, urging Steve to continue down the hall, then he got back in the elevator to go off and deal with whatever was going wrong now.

Steve knew this was their moment, it was now or never, best chance they were gonna get. He ran to his room, El still cradled in his arms. She roused a little and he was able to coax her to wrap arms and legs around him. It would be much easier to run with her that way. He grabbed the bat he still kept next to his desk, it was the best he could do for a weapon.

He ran the length of the corridor, skidding to stop at the other set of elevators. Steve swiped the key card and to his relief the doors opened instantly.

It felt like ages before they reached the ground floor, but in reality it couldn’t have been more than a minute or two. He tapped his foot impatiently the entire way, praying no one was watching the cameras.

The doors slid open and Steve took a tentative step out. Someone spoke nearby and he froze, it was the last voice he wanted to hear in that moment. He thought they were done for. Brenner was facing away from them, but Owens, who he was standing there speaking with, was looking directly at them.

Owens tensed but allowed the Brenner to continue without interrupting. Steve didn't know what to do. He stood there frozen for a handful of seconds until he noticed the doc subtly gesturing towards the emergency exit door with his head.

Steve nodded dumbly and backed toward it, not taking his eyes off the pair of men until they were around a corner and hidden by the wall.

He carefully pushed the door open with his hip. The alarm was already going off, so he didn't need to worry about that, but the metal arm on the door sounded loud to his ears, in his tense and anxious state.

No sooner were they outside, breathing their first mouthful of fresh air in far too long, than the alarm changed pitch, indicating the building was going into lockdown. He’d gotten them out just in time, with not a minute to spare.

Steve took in their surroundings. The building was flanked by trees, which would provide excellent cover for their escape, but it was also completely enclosed by a tall chain link fence. He wasn’t sure how he’d get them both over it.

He shook Eleven gently as he walked towards the perimeter.

“El honey, I need you to wake up. We have to climb the fence and I don't think I can carry you over it. Please…”

She stirred, blinking her eyes open, and threw a hand out towards the barrier. Steve never got used to seeing El using her powers. He watched, slack-jawed, as an unseen force separated the links in a line that went about 7 feet up.

She sagged back against him and Steve squeezed her tight. He curled himself around her as he pushed through the narrow opening, scratching the hell out of his arms in the process, but thankfully leaving her untouched.

-

Steve ran as fast as he could, for as long as he could. He wasn’t in as good a shape as he used to be, the lab didn’t exactly have a gym facility, and El wasn’t as small as she used to be either. He managed as best he could, ignoring the burn in his lungs and biceps, as well as the sting from the scratches that still trickled blood.

When he couldn’t go another step, and felt like they were far enough away, Steve finally stopped to take a break. He carefully set Eleven down on the ground, leaning her up against a downed tree before plopping down next to her to catch his breath.

Steve rested his head in his hands and tried to think. It would start getting dark soon, but he didn’t know where to go. Home wasn’t an option. The lab knew his full name so it wasn’t a stretch to assume they knew his address too. Besides, he’d been gone for two years now, who knew if that house even was his home anymore.

He gasped in surprise when two small hands wrapped themselves around his wrists, pulling them away from his face. He hadn’t heard her wake up. El was looking him over with concern, appearing much more lucid than she had been before.

“You are hurt.” She said, fingers hovering over the smattering of small wounds on his arms.

“It’s nothing, I'm much more worried about you. What happened back there?”.

“It was Henry, One. He.. found me. I was here, and then I was somewhere else. Like the dark place, except it was different.” Her eyes grew more and more haunted as she spoke. “It was awful, Steve. He does not look like a man anymore, but he is not like the faceless monsters either, and he is so angry. He has been trying to find a way out, but every time he comes close I get in the way. It’s been him, this whole time. The creatures are part of him, he’s seen things. He knew your name.”

Steve gathered her up in a crushing hug, both of them shaking. For the first time he’s afraid that running away might have been a mistake. What if Henry tried for her again? He wouldn’t have the first idea how to help, or how to stop it, but the lab...

No, he couldn’t worry about that right now. He needed to find them some form of shelter to at least get through the night.

There was a rough trail not far from where they were resting, and Steve was pretty sure it would lead them to Skull Rock. It wasn’t a perfect solution but it would provide some cover. He hadn’t come at it from this direction before, but it made sense considering the side of town the lab was in. Steve wasn't exactly a boy scout or anything, but he always had a good sense of direction.

El insisted she could walk. Steve tried to protest but it was half hearted at best. He was utterly exhausted.

Steve smiled when he spotted the top of the rock, but slowed his steps as they got closer and he caught a whiff of cigarette smoke. Shit. He hadn’t expected anyone to be out here. He tip-toed closer, trying to make as little noise as possible, but was sure he stepped on a twig or two anyway. He heard the jangle of chains and his heart shot into his throat. Steve could only think of one person in Hawkins who wore chains. It couldn’t be.

He peaked through a small gap in the bushes and spotted a familiar head of dark curly hair. It was a little longer than he remembered, but unmistakable. If the boy was anything like Steve remembered from school, someone who regularly stood up to defend others and had a habit of adopting any outcast he came upon, then he was sure they could trust him to help.

Steve turned, ready to warn El that they had company, but instead, for the second time that day, he was just in time to catch her as she fainted. He knew walking all this way was going to be too much.

He cradled her in his arms and pushed through the last of the brush separating them from the rock.

The other boy went deathly pale, blinking hard several times as he stared at the new arrivals.

“Harrington? Is that really you?”

Steve felt a surge of sympathy for the guy, he knew they must be a sight, covered in blood and dirt.

“Eddie, please. I need your help”

Chapter 6

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Mei Terumi x Hot & Popular Daughter Reader Part 2: The 5 Kage Summit

A/N: I have fun making the first part! I just had to make a part two with scenes from the Kage Summit Arc! Hope you enjoy!

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PART 1

TW: Fluff, suggestive themes, reader is now 18.

Taglist: @ppg-artss @lovelygeniegirl1012 @mercymccann @kakeisumire @aoi-ajisai @mechmoucha @barbellina @nightingaleflow @bonchin @awhore4uchiha @havrlie

Featured characters: Mei, Ao, Chojuro, Naruto, Choji, Rock Lee, Ino, Hinata, the Kages, the Sand siblings, Sasuke, Suigetsu, Karin, Jugo, Orochimaru.

💄You sat in your room as you stared at your pile of love letters that were sent to you by men all over the world.

💄Now that you were single again, it was free real estate for men to try their luck with you again. The boys in your class asked you out, there were more attempted kidnappings by obsessed Hidden Mist thugs, and of course the many love letters sent by men all over the world.

💄You decided to read the ones from the Hidden Leaf that came with chocolates. The first letter reeked of sweat and gym socks.

‘Y/N Terumi, please marry me! You are an angel sent from heaven! I’m willing to do 2000 squats, 5000 push ups, and 9000 jumping jacks to prove myself worthy! Please accept my love!’

-Rock Lee

💄You sweatdropped. ”That’s a bit much don’t you think?” You took one bite of the chocolate and made a face. “Yuck! This is one of those cheap brands!” You toss the chocolate and Lee’s note in the trash next to you before moving on to the next letter. It smelled like chips.

‘Let’s go out sometime! We can go out for pork fried dumplings if you’d like! I’ll even share some potato chips with you!’

-Choji Akimichi

💄You deadpanned. Not only that, but the candy bar was half eaten. You hurled them both into the trash. “Cheapskate!”

💄You picked up another letter that smelled like flowers. ‘Ino’ was written on it. You raised an eyebrow. “Huh? I didn’t know she swung that way…” Curiosity got the best of you as you find yourself opening the letter.

‘I’m going to EXPOSE you, bitch! I know you cheated in this years Miss Ninja Universe Pageant! I should have won that crown AND that free vacation to the Hidden Steam! ME! Just admit it already, Y/N! You’re a phony!’

-Ino Yamanaka

💄You threw your head back and laughed as tears flew out of your eyes. “Girl is OBSESSED! So in denial!” You turn to your shelf seeing the many Miss Teen Ninja and Miss Ninja Universe crowns and trophy’s. You smiled at the photo of you in a yukata minidress, accepting an award from Lady Tsunade. “I won those contests fair and square.”

💄You toss Ino’s letter in the trash and pick up another one from Hinata before opening it. The letter smelt like sweet perfume.

‘Hello Y/N. I hope you are doing well. I heard that you were looking for a new husband. I know things didn’t go well on your first date with my cousin Neji, but it would mean a lot if you would give him another chance. Please give it some thought.’

-Hinata Hyuga

💄You smiled a bit. You thought it was sweet of Hinata to give her cousin a chance of love. However… “I’m not gonna go out and marry someone who thought it was OK to call me a slut. He had his chance,” you hissed before threw the letter in the trash.

💄Hinata was definitely the nicer Hyuga. You remembered meeting her during at your first Miss Teen Ninja pageant. She was shy but cute and very sweet towards you despite the fact that she lost. Overtime you two became closer and Hinata took you out for cinnamon rolls.

💄”Maybe I’ll invite her to my next party,” you smiled. You then pick up another letter and open it. “Alright just one more for the day…”

‘Hi Y/N. Nice to meet ya! I’m Naruto! So listen, I’m not too experienced on this sort of thing but I think you’re really pretty and I’ve heard pretty cool stuff about you too! I’d like to get to know you and see what you’re all about, you know? There’s this cool place in the Hidden Leaf called Ichiraku Ramen! It’s really good and I’d love to take you out sometime!’

-Naruto Uzumaki, the man who will become Hokage. BELIEVE IT!

💄You found yourself giggling. The letter sounded so endearing, genuine, and cute. It was nice to see that a guy genuinely wanted to get to know you and see you beyond just your looks. And on top of that, it came with a Snickers candy bar. Your favorite!

💄”Maybe I will give him a chance!” You smiled. You quickly down the snickers bar and got to work on your letter.

‘Dear Naruto, nice to meet you too! I really liked your letter! And thanks for the yummy candy bar! You sound like a lot of fun! I’d love to go out with-‘

💄You stop writing and frowned. You weren’t ready to date again even after all this time. The truth was, you still harbored feelings for your previous love.

💄You dug into your cleavage and pulled out a silver heart shaped locket. You opened it. Inside it was a a picture of your former fiancé Suigetsu. He had a toothy smirk and a wink that made your heart melt.

💄After Suigetsu was captured by Orochimaru, you became lonely and depressed. You had your mom by your side, but it still didn’t change the fact that you still missed your love.

💄You sighed sadly. “Oh Suigetsu, where are you?”

…

…

…

💄You seduced the bar owner downtown and managed to rent out the space for your latest party. After sending out hundreds of invites to your friends and getting a band together, you all partied that night at the bar.

💄Parties were a way to get your mind off things. Given that you were popular in school, everyone loved to come to your parties and how chaotic they got.

💄You were currently on stage with your band. You were scantily clad in a f/c bikini that was covered by a fishnet cropped tank and a matching fishnet miniskirt and f/c heels. You held a mic and tapped your foot to the beat of the drums and the strum of the guitar before you started singing ‘LOVERS’.

“Kimi wa ima namida nagashita! Nakijakuru kodomo no you niiii…”

“Tatoe asu ga mienaku natte mo mamoru yoooooo…”

💄As the beat dropped, you shot a finger up in the air as you posed.

“Natsu no sora miagete nirandaaaa!”

💄The crowd cheered as you started dancing on the stage to the strumming of the guitar. Your friends all danced with you while they raised their drinks in the air.

“Tsuyogatte bakari de namida wa misenaiii!”

“Hontou wa kowai kuse niii…”

💄You jumped onto another part of the stage that had a pole and started to dance with it as you sang. The crowd cheered even louder as you grinded on the pole.

“Taisetsu na mono woooooo!”

“Ushinawanu you niiii!”

“Hisshi de hashiri nukete kita…”

💄You reach your hands to touch the fanboys in the crowd. All of them had hearts in their eyes as you touched them. Some even passed out after you winked at them.

💄You couldn’t help but feel a little sad as the lyrics made you feel about your love for Suigetsu and the tears that came after his disappearance.

“Itsudatte nagai yoru wo!”

“Futari de norikoetaaaa!”

“Kono mama isshoni iru kara tsuyogatte nai de…iin da yoooo…”

💄You hadn’t noticed that Ao had walked into the bar after hearing the source of loud music. He was absolutely flabbergasted at the sight of the hundreds of underaged youth partying and drinking at a bar past midnight.

💄That was when he saw you singing and pole dancing on stage. His jaw dropped. “Oh my god!” On one hand he was amazed at the sound of your beautiful voice, on the other he couldn’t believe what you had done. But then again this wasn’t the first time you threw a wild party. But a pole dance? A pole dance?! What on earth were you thinking?! Why were you dressed like that?!

💄He gasped seeing how three boys jumped on stage to start dancing close to you. You grinded on one of them as you sang. Ao shook his head. “The youth these days…” He looked around to find an electrical source to unplug the music speakers.

“Kimi wa ima namida nagashita! Nakijakuru kodomo no you niiii…”

“Tatoe asu ga mienaku natte mo mamoru yoooooo…“

💄That was when the lights went out. You stopped singing and looked around in confusion as you heard the disappointed and confused murmurs in the crowd. ”PARTY’S OVER!” You heard a familiar voice shout. You widened your eyes, knowing who it was. “Oh no…”

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…

💄Ao covered you in his robe to prevent wandering eyes from seeing your skin. He carried you as he dragged you home.

💄”Let me go, Ao!” You cried as you squirm in his grasp but his grip was too tight. “Partying and pole dancing half naked at a bar at 2 in the morning?! And on a school night?! Just wait til your mother hears about this!” Ao scolded. He shook his head. “The youth today have no discipline!”

💄”I’m 18! I’m grown! You’re not the boss of me anymore old man!” You say as you bang a fist into Ao’s back. “Doesn’t matter how old you are. You’re still my responsibility, Y/N.” Ao says.

💄You both finally made it back to the mansion. Ao set you down. You growled a bit when he shoved you inside. Mei had a shocked expression on her face upon seeing you. “Caught this one partying half naked at a bar,” Ao said.

💄Mei rushed over to you and cupped your cheeks. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes. “Oh baby! I was so worried! Why are you drinking? Where did I go wrong?” You sighed. You hated making your mother worry. “Mommy, I wasn’t drinking.”

💄Mei let out a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank goodness.” Ao scoffed. ”Could’ve fooled me,” You glared at him. “I am completely sober! I was just having fun and all you do is ruin everything!”

💄”’Having fun?’ I can’t imagine what would have happened if I hadn’t dragged you out of that bar! Just how many parties are you going to keep throwing until your satisfied, Y/N?!” Ao yelled.

💄”Well maybe I wouldn’t have to go to a bar if you let me throw parties here at the mansion again,” you snapped. Ao narrowed his eyes at you. “Need I remind you the hot tub incident?”

💄You went into deep thought as you recalled your engagement party with Suigetsu. The two of you slipped away from the crowd and entered Mei’s master bathroom where you peeled off each other’s clothes and fucked in the large bubbly hot tub.

💄Things got more playful from there when Suigetsu used his great water arm technique to spank you. He accidentally slammed the tub walls causing the tub to crash through several floors down, exposing you both to the crowd.

💄It was good thing the bubbles censored your modesty, but it didn’t change the fact that you were embarrassed over being caught. Ao was disgusted and Mei was furious. She grounded you for a month and banned you from throwing parties at the house.

💄You couldn’t help but giggle and blush at the memories. Suigetsu ALWAYS knew how to show you a good time. Ao raised an eyebrow. “You think this is funny?!” You snap out of your thoughts and glared at him. “I think it’s funny how you think you can tell me what to do. I’m old enough! I can do what I want!”

💄”I knew that Hozuki boy would be a bad influence on you! He’s nothing but trouble,” Ao said. You crossed your arms defiantly. “Well maybe I like trouble!”

💄”You are nothing but a spoiled brat! Your mother raised you better than that and you’re dragging her reputation through the mud! If you’re so grown up then start acting like an adult and stop behaving like an out of control teenager!” Ao snapped. You growled. “SCREW YOU, AO! YOU’RE NOT MY DAD!”

💄”Young lady! That’s enough!” Mei yelled. You stared at her completely stunned. She had a stern glare trained onto you as she raised a finger. “Ao’s right, you’ve gotten too far, Y/N. No more wild parties!” You pouted. “But mom…”

💄”Not another word,” Mei said sternly. You held your tongue. You knew better than to talk back to your mom, considering how scary she was when she was angry.

💄A calm and happy smile returned back to her face. “Now then. I wanted to let you know that The Five Kage Summit is coming up soon.” Your eyes lit up. If Mei was leaving, then that would mean you could throw several parties without her knowing. “Really? When are you leaving?”

💄”We’re leaving tomorrow. All of us!” Mei said happily. You widened your eyes. “What?! Why do I have to go?”

💄”It’s to educate you on international shinobi relations. And keep you from rebelling against your mother by partying again,” Ao said. You blushed as you glared at him. You hated how him being a sensory type gave him the ability to see right through you. “I-I-I wasn’t gonna throw any parties!”

💄You turned back to Mei, giving her puppy dog eyes. “Mommy, I don’t wanna go to the Summit. I wanna stay here and part-I mean…play and go out with my friends.”

💄Mei pouted as she gave you puppy dog eyes of her own. “I won’t feel as strong without my beautiful and amazing daughter by my side to protect me. You’ll come too, won’t you baby?” Your cheeks flushed. You were no match for those puppy dog eyes.

💄You sighed. “F-fine, I’ll go.” Mei smiled. “Good! Now give mommy a kiss!” Your cheeks flushed a deeper red as Mei pouted her lips. Your mom had always been affectionate but you felt as though you were too old for her kisses.

💄You knew that she would get all sad and depressed if you didn’t show her affection. You sighed before leaning in close to give Mei a peck on the cheek.

💄”Mwah~”

💄Mei’s cheeks flushed. “Aww! You’re so sweet!” She pulled you in close and gave you lots of kisses. “Mom! Stop it…” you whined as kiss marks start to stain your face.

💄Mei stopped with the kisses and pulled you into a hug. You smiled and hugged back. Nothing was better than your mothers love. “And Honey?” She asks. “Yes mommy?” You say. “You’re grounded for a month,” Mei said kindly.

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💄The following morning, you, Mei, Ao, and Chojuro were ready to set off, but not before being seen off the the village elder and the other villagers. You finished applying some lipstick for the first time as you stared at your compact. Mei said you could start wearing lipstick the moment you turned 18. You loved how shiny and plumper your lips looked.

💄You saw in your mirror how Ao was staring at you disapprovingly. You knew he didn’t like how you were wearing lipstick. You rolled your eyes and ignored him as you didn’t want to start trouble in front of the people. After all, image was everything.

💄”Chojuro, how’s my makeup?” You whispered to him. Chojuro blushed. “Oh um…l-looks good, Lady Y/N.” You giggled. It was so cute seeing him all flustered.

💄”We entrust the honorable Mizukage to your care.” One shinobi said. “Make sure the Mizukage doesn’t overdo it.” Another said. “I know I will,” Ao said.

💄”Lady Y/N, be strong and remain diligent for Lady Mizukage’s sake,” another shinobi said. You give the villagers your most charming smile as you winked. “Always have, always will~” you sang.

💄The villagers and even the Elder blushed at that. They all thought you were so alluring and beautiful. Ao rolled his eyes. He didn’t like how you used your feminine wiles to get through to people.

💄The Village Elder approached Mei with the blue headgear. She took it. “Thank you very much!” Mei stood strongly snd proudly. “Lord Great Elder, by my title of Mizukage, I’ll fulfill my duties with brilliance!”

💄You smiled in admiration at Mei. She was such a kind and strong leader. “As one of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist, protect Lady Mizukage well, Chojuro,” a shinobi said.

💄”Uh, yes sir…all four of us should be just fine…well I hope…” Chojuro said nervously. You sighed as you turned to him. “We’ve got to work on that confidence, Cho.”

💄Mei nodded in agreement. ”Y/N’s right. You’re very strong! After all, that’s why I chosen you to accompany me to the Summit. Kay, Chojuro?” Chojuro smiled a bit. “Um, yes m’am. I’ll do my absolute best…well I hope…”

💄You smirk at him. “Don’t say ‘I hope’ say ‘I will!’” You say as you give Chojuro a playful hip bump. Chojuro was startled at the sudden contact. His cheeks flushed a deeper red as he chuckled nervously. “Oh! Heh heh…I-I will! Y-You can count on me Lady Y/N! I’ll protect you too!”

💄You winked at him. “That’s the spirit!” ‘Shes so kind and beautiful…just like her mother. If only I could tell Y/N how I feel…’ Chojuro thought.

💄”’Yes m’am’ is all you should say. That spineless attitude is useless,” Ao hissed. You glared at him. “Stop being so mean to Chojuro!” Ao sighed. “You’re a prime example. The youth these days are all made weakness…”

💄You flinched at the triggering word. It was already too late as Mei’s eyes had already darkened. You sweatdropped. “Um…mommy? Are you okay?” You whispered to her. Mei remained silent. ‘Crap, I gotta think of something to calm her down,’ you thought.

💄”Ao, enough with the lecturing! Now get moving or you’re going to be late,” the Village Elder said. Your face went blue at his words. ‘Oh no!’ You turned back to Mei who’s eyes started to get darker.

💄You instantly got behind her and rubbed her shoulders a bit. “Hey, how bout a quick massage before we go, mommy? Try to calm down, okay?” You say with a nervous smile.

💄”My lectures good advice,” Ao began. “Why back in my day…” You looked at him with panic. ‘No Ao! Don’t say that!’ You mentally shrieked.

💄You shrieked out loud when Mei coldly shrugged your hands off her shoulders before approaching Ao. “Shut up. Or die,” she said with a sweet smile. Ao’s eyes went wide in astonishment. You sweatdropped. ‘Well at least moms okay…right?’

💄Mei then stood proudly as she raised her headgear up high. “Alright! Chojuro! Ao! Y/N! Let’s depart!”

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💄After traveling for so long, you all made it to an inn that night. You leaned against a wall and cooled yourself down with your paper fan as Chojuro and Mei got settled. Ao watched you intently from across the room, studying your movements.

💄You glared at him. “Q-Quit staring at me! You’re making me nervous!” Ao shook his head. “Don’t think so. I gotta keep my eye on you and make sure you don’t find a boy and run off.”

💄You roll your eyes at him as you closed your fan. “Just what kind of girl do you think I am?” Ao glared at you. “One that rebels against her mother and parties at bars past curfew.” You rolled your eyes again at that. “Well there are no boys around. All I see is an angry old man!”

💄Mei glared at you. “Y/N! Shush! That’s enough!” You flinched at her tone and shrunk back, not wanting to upset her. Ao smirked in triumph seeing how you were finally getting disciplined.

💄You turn to Chojuro and watched him set his blade down against the wall. “Chojuro, you’re great twin sword, Hiramekarei must be quite a burden. Are you alright carrying it?” Mei asked. “Oh, I’m fine. Though I’m feeling a bit feverish,” Chojuro said.

💄Mei slowly approached him. “Let’s see…” She put her arm behind Chojuro’s neck and pressed her forehead against his. “Well it does feel like you might have a slight temperature.” You couldn’t help but giggle to yourself seeing Chojuro blush.

💄”Lady Fifth, you spoil Chojuro too much! It’s the same with your daughter too! This is why the young these days get so full of themselves! You spice a temperature from such a short jaunt?” Ao hissed. “Why, in my day I…”

💄You glared at him. “Hey! I am not spoi-!” You stopped mid sentence when Mei gave you a warning glare. She then directed her glare to Ao.

💄”Ao…it’s no longer the dark time when we were called the Blood Mist Village. The nightmare created by the Fourth Mizukage is long over. You do well not to bring up the past,” she warned. Ao nodded. “Yes I…forgive me…m’am.”

💄Mei smiled. “Now, let’s stop such depressing talk and have some supper instead! I’m looking forward to the meal this inn has made!” She turned to you. “Aren’t you, Sweetheart?” You nodded. “Yeah! I hope they have dessert too! I’ve been craving sweets! Maybe we could get cake or something!” Mei nodded. “Mmm, yes, a cake sounds splendid.”

💄”I hope you’ve engaged in appetizing dinner,” Ao said. You flinched at the triggering word and saw how Mei’s eyes darkened. ‘Oh crap…’ you thought.

💄Ao approached Chojuro. “You have arranged for all of our meals, haven’t you Chojuro?” Chojuro got nervous. “There were just so many choices. So I had a lot of trouble making up my mind. And in the end I couldn’t decide…”

💄You gasped at the triggering word and turned back to Mei. Her eyes became darker. ‘Okay this is bad…gotta change the subject…’ you thought.

💄You decided to try and lighten the mood of the room and create a distraction. You go behind Chojuro and wrap your arms around his neck. He widens his eyes as his cheeks flushed. “L-L-L-Lady Y/N! What are you-?”

💄”Chojuro! Let’s order something expensive and yummy!” You cooed. Chojuro’s face started heating up. “E-Expensive? A-A-Are you sure?” Your eyes lidded as you stroked his arm tenderly. “Mmhm…like maybe some…tender meat?”

💄You pressed your breasts to Chojuro’s back, burying your face in his neck a bit. Chojuro started to sweat. His breathing became heavy as the little sword in his pants started to rise a bit. Ao was completely disgusted by the display.

💄He stormed over to you and yanked you by your arm away from Chojuro. Chojuro immediately ran away to order the food. Ao glared at you. “Enough! You’re the Fifth Mizukage’s daughter! Have some class and stop acting like some shameless hussy!”

💄You glared back. “I was only trying to change the subject to keep you from saying anything stupid to my mom!” Ao growled at you. “Don’t you play games with me young lady! It’s always you or Chojuro! Youth these days have voided hearts and no ambition!”

💄Your face went blue as you widened your eyes in horror at the triggering word. “Ao! No!” It was too late. Mei stepped towards you both. You shrieked as she pried Ao’s hand off of yours, freeing you. Ao looked at her in confusion. “Lady Fifth?” Mei leaned close to him.

💄”Shut up. Or die…”

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💄After supper, you went to your room and changed into a short f/c yukata robe. You spotted Chojuro in the hallway and invited him into your room to come and play. He was hesitant at first, but just like many guys, he was unable to resist your charms.

💄The two of you spent the night in your bed having a pillow fight which soon turned into a tickle fight. You both laugh the entire time.

💄”Lady Y/N! HAHAHA! Stop! That tickles!” Chojuro laughs. “Make me!” You chuckle as you tickle his sides. A devious smirk spreads on his face. “Fine, I will…”

💄Chojuro flips you over so that he was on top of you. You squealed as he pins your wrists above your head. You were almost shaken up. He was so strong. The two of you stare into each other’s eyes for a moment.

💄Chojuro’s cheeks flushed. He had never been this close to you before. ‘Y/N…she’s so beautiful…I know I shouldn’t but…’

💄Chojuro cupped your cheeks and started leaning closer to you. You blinked in confusion. “Chojuro…? What are you-?”

💄The door slammed opened. You and Chojuro turned and saw that it was Ao at the door. His eyes widened at the sight of you both in bed. “What in the devil is going here?!”

💄 Ao glared at him. “In bed with the Fifth Mizukage’s daughter?! Have you no shame?!” Chojuro immediately jumped off the bed. His knees shook as his face became red. “Ao it’s n-n-not what it looks like!”

💄”GET OUT!” Ao shouted. Chojuro screamed as he ran out the room. Ao turned to glare at you. You sat up in your bed and glared back. The shift of your movement caused your yukata sleeve to slide off your shoulder a bit, revealing your f/c bra strap.

💄Ao shook his head at the sight. “Look at yourself! I don’t even want to imagine what would have happened if I didn’t come sooner.” You blushed as you fix your sleeve to cover your shoulders. “We weren’t gonna do anything! We were just playing in bed together!”

💄Ao raised an eyebrow. “‘Playing in bed together?’” You blushed. ‘Okay so that sounded a little suggestive just now…’ you thought.

💄”Chojuro is one of the Seven Ninja Swordmen, he doesn’t need to be coddled. I swear you’re just like your mother,” Ao sighed. “I’ll take that as a compliment,” you huffed.

💄Ao groaned. “Y/N, you can’t just keep on chasing after every boy you see.” You glared at him. “That’s not true! There’s only one boy I love and his name is Suigetsu Hozuki!” Ao narrows his eyes at you. “I already told you! That Hozuki boy is a bad influence on you! I wish Mangetsu didn’t have to die so that you could rebound to his delinquent of a brother!”

💄”How do you know what’s good for me?!” You snap. Ao growled, having enough of your talk backs. “Y/N-“

💄”-No! All you do is hate me and ruin my fun! You never want me to be happy! Why can’t you just let me live my life?!” You cry.

💄Ao finally snapped. “No daughter of mine needs to be marrying some thug-!” Ao stopped mid sentence, surprised at his own words. Your eyes widened as you stared at Ao in bewilderment as your heart nearly stopped.

💄‘Ao…is he my dad?’ You thought. You scanned his features. He didn’t look like you. But if there was any possibility that he slept with your mom 18 years ago…

💄”No…I’m not your father…” Ao said as if he read your thoughts. And just like that, your heart sank. You hugged your knees to your chest. “Oh…”

💄You didn’t know whether to feel relief or sadness. You never knew who your real father was and every time you questioned Mei about it, she kept quiet.

💄”Well then…why did you say that?” You ask sadly. Ao sighed as he scratched the back of his head nervously. “Well you may not know it but…I do think of you as my own daughter…”

💄Warmth filled your heart as his words as you lift your head out your knees. “Really?” Ao smiled a bit before walking over to sit next to you on the bed. “Of course. Why else do you think I’m always hard on you?”

💄”Because you hate me,” you say. “You’re wrong. I don’t hate you,” Ao said. “I just hate all the bad decisions you make.” You couldn’t help but chuckle a bit at that.

💄You then recall all the memories of your time with Ao throughout the years. When you were 3, he chased you around the mansion when you refused to take a bath.

💄When you were 7, he took you to the park when your mother was too busy to spend time with you.

💄At your 13th birthday party, he scolded you for initiating a food fight at the mansion.

💄When you were 15, Ao rescued you from thugs who put you under a genjutsu who threatened to sell you to a mob boss.

💄Then you recalled him scolding you recently for the bar party. Now you saw that behind the scolding was love.

💄You realized now that if you ever thought about your dad, all you could picture was Ao.

💄Tears stream down your eyes as you bring Ao into a hug. “Ao…I’m sorry…for everything…” Ao stared at you in bewilderment as you sobbed into his chest.

💄He couldn’t help but smile. You looked so precious. He put an arm around you and pulled you closer. “I’m sorry too.” He tilted your chin up and wiped your tears. “But you need to start acting like a grown up okay? Think about your actions and how it might affect your mothers positions as Mizukage.”

💄 He was right. You had to start thinking about your moms reputation. “Okay,” you nodded. “By the way, where did you learn to sing like that?” Ao asked. You smiled, remembering your party performance. “I always knew how to sing! I perform at every pageant I’ve won.”

💄”You have a pretty voice,” Ao said. “Thanks!” You say happily. You then remembered something. “I noticed you left out the pole dance when you told mom about the party…” you say nervously.

💄Ao sighed and shook his head. “If you’re mother knew her daughter was dancing like that, it would break her heart!” You giggled. “You really do care!”

💄Ao blushed and rolled his eyes a bit. “Just promise me you won’t do anything like that again.” You lean up towards Ao and give him a peck on the cheek. “Okay, dad.” Ao glared at you as his cheeks flushed a deeper red. “Don’t call me ‘dad’. It makes me sound like an old man.”

💄You giggled again. “But you are an old man!” You and Ao laughed together for that moment. Neither of you noticed that Mei was peeking behind the door, smiling that the two of you finally found common ground.

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💄The morning of the Kage Summit finally came. You were served warm tea to heat up before the Summit commenced. One by one all the Kage and their bodyguards from each village showed up.

💄Your eyes met with Gaara’s first. He gave you a kind smile. You sweatdrop. ‘Oh god please don’t come…’ you thought.

💄Gaara and his siblings approached you. You forced a kind smile. “Hi Gaara.” “Hello Y/N,” he said. “You look lovely.” You force a giggle. “Thannnks.”

💄’I wish I didn’t have to run into my ex…well er…we went on one date so is he even considered my ex?’ You thought.

💄There was an awkward silence between you both. ‘Maybe I should shake his hand and call it a day or something…or should I hug him?’ You thought.

💄You step forward towards Gaara to reach a hand out but Temari immediately steps in front of you to block your path, causing you to stop in place. “Oh! Um…hiya Temari,” you say nervously. Temari said nothing. Her blue eyes gave you a piercing glare that said it all.

💄You sweatdropped under her scrutiny. Temari never liked you. You knew her as a fellow competitor from the Miss Teen Ninja and Miss Ninja Universe pageants. And just like Ino, she also believe you cheated.

💄Since you rejected Gaara’s hand in marriage, you were on her blacklist. The longer she stared at you, the more uncomfortable you became. ‘So awkward…can’t breathe…’ you thought.

💄You look over to Kankuro who had heart in his eyes upon seeing you. “Hi, are you still single?” You raise an eyebrow at him. “Huh?” Gaara sighed. “Kankuro, be respectful.”

💄Temari scoffed. “You shouldn’t waste your time on a girl like her anyway. Have some self respect.” Your cheeks burned from the embarrassment as you felt your heart sink. ‘Ouch…’

💄After that awkward fiasco, you met with the Tsuchikage and his bodyguards. Õnoki looked you up and down with a dirty grin on his face. “So this is the Fifth Mizukage’s daughter that Deidara kept going on about. Mmm, what a fine young lass.”

💄You shivered. ‘Ewwww…you dirty old man…and who is Deidara?’ You thought. You forced a smile despite your thoughts. “Pleased to meet you, Lord Tsuchikage.” Õnoki nodded at that, his grin never left his face.

💄You brought your gaze over to Kurotsuchi. You recognized her from the pageants. Thankfully, you two didn’t have any beef. You gave her a genuine smile. “Hi Kuro! It’s good to see you again!” Kurotsuchi nodded. “Likewise.”

💄She gave you a suspicious look. “Hey, is it true that you cheated in the pageant?” You narrowed your eyes at her as you sweatdropped. “I didn’t cheat…”

💄You then met with Danzo. He looks you up and down for a moment before giving you a look of disgust. “Feh!” He then walks away from you. Your jaw dropped as you stared in astonishment. You internally fumed. ‘RUDE! Who made that old coot the Hokage? Where’s sweet Auntie Tsunade?’

💄Finally, you met with the Raikage who’s presence was very intimidating. His bodyguards C and Darui were with him. They were both really hot!

💄A broke into a grin. ”Well if it isn’t Miss Ninja Universe…” You gave him a smile. “A pleasure, Lord Raikage.” A chuckled a bit. “So how’s married life treating you?” Your smile slowly dropped. “Oh…I’m not married…”

💄A’s lips formed a bigger grin. “I see…well maybe that wouldn’t be a problem if you had offered Omoi’s hand in marriage.” An irritated tick mark appeared on your head as A chuckled.

💄’Okay so we have one Kage who’s my ex, one that’s a perv, one that’s an asshole, and one who’s a bigger asshole! These Kage’s are all clowns!’ You thought.

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💄You stood with Ao and Chojuro behind the curtain alongside the other bodyguards of the other Kage as the Kage Summit commenced.

💄As each of the Kage talked about the worlds issues, you found yourself bored by the second. At one point the Raikage smashed his desk, prompting for all the bodyguards to jump out and protect their Kage. After Mei told you, Ao, and Chojuro to stand down, you each along with the other bodyguards went back behind the curtain once more.

💄You were bored once more as the Kage conversed. That’s when Ao spoke up. “Chojuro, Y/N, prepare for battle.” You and Chojuro exchange confused looks before directing it at Ao. “What?”

💄Ao then activated his Byakugan. He then stepped out from behind the curtain and exposed Danzo for stealing Shisui Ichiha’s eye. You were all shocked by the revelation.

💄That was when a large green plant sprouted in the middle of the Kage circle revealing a creepy white plant man with green hair. ”Why hellooooo there!”

💄You and all the other bodyguards stepped out from the curtain to defend your Kage’s. A growled. “One problem after another! Now what?!” “Is he Akatsuki?” Danzo asked. Õnoki nodded. “Seems so.”

💄”Guess what? Sasuke Uchiha is stuck in here! I wonder…where do you think he could be hiding right now? Any guesses?!” The white plant creature sang.

💄You were absolutely shaken to the core at the creepy site of the man, but you didn’t let it show. “WHAT IS ALL THIS?!” A barked. You then remembered what the plant guy said about Sasuke.

💄”He’s the one with the Sharingan?” Mei asked. “Who took down Haku and Zabuza?” Ao added. You gasped at that. ‘Zabuza…’ you thought.

💄Before you could ask questions, the plant creature spoke again. “It’s like a game of hide and seek! Let’s all try to find Sasuke!”

💄A grabbed a hold of the plant creature by the neck and strangled him. “Tell me where Sasuke Uchiha is! Give me an answer right now! Refuse to answer and I’ll show you no mercy!”

💄After awhile, A’s patience grew thin as he proceeded to break the plant guys neck. Mifune’s guard then sent the order to find Sasuke. A and his bodyguards then proceeded to rush off and find Sasuke on their own.

💄After interrogating Danzo some more Gaara and his siblings left to find Sasuke along with Kurotsuchi.

💄Ao closed his eyes. “He’s here.” As if on cue, the curtains slashed as the result of blades cutting. You were each on your guard.

💄You glanced up at the ceiling seeing Sasuke Uchiha hanging from above. You pointed at him. “There he is!” Everyone followed your gaze.

💄You took a good look at Sasuke. ‘For someone totally psycho, he’s really hot,’ you thought. Mifune jumped up to attack first, Sasuke countered with his blade.

💄Danzo and his guards suddenly ran out the room. “Sasuke! Danzo bolted!” You heard. You turned seeing a redhead in glasses. ‘Who’s that?’ You thought.

💄Ao jumped over the table and ran towards the hole. He stopped and turned back to you all. “Lady Mizukage, Chojuro, Y/N! Stay here! I’m gonna go after Danzo. The Kage Summit hasn’t come to an end yet.”

💄”Very well. But don’t go overboard,” Mei said. Ao nodded. “M’am, I’ll leave the Akatsuki criminals to you,” he said before running out the room.

💄Your heart fills with worry. “Ao! Wait!” You step forward but Mei puts a hand in front of you. “Ao can take care of himself, Sweetheart. You just stay close to me.” You look at her worriedly. “But…”

💄Sasuke then jumped down. “Karin! COME!” He and the redhead named Karin then rush towards the hole. You turned back to them as you started making hand signs. “No you don’t!”

💄You and Mei together unleashed Lava Released from your mouths to seal the hole shut. Sasuke turned to glare at you both. You playfully licked the lava drool off your lips. “Gotcha~” you sang.

💄Mei smirked as she wiped the lava drool off her own lips with her fingers. “You Akatsuki have traveled all over the Hidden Mist and manipulated the Fourth Mizukage…”

💄”…And yet when I look at you closely, you Uchiha really are quite handsome indeed…” she continued. “…Why if you haven’t gone rogue, I probably would have made arrangements to marry you off to my beautiful daughter…”

💄’Aww, that’s really sweet mom. But there’s only one man I love…’ you thought. Sasuke’s eyes became menacing. “Do not interfere!”

💄Mei smiled as she sighed before getting up from her seat. “Too bad, such a fine man, what a waste…”

💄She gave Sasuke a seductive look. “But at least…I get to give you a kiss that’ll melt you away…”

💄You blushed at that as you sweatdropped. You always got a little uncomfortable when Mei acted all seductive towards men in your presence.

💄Karin growled. “What?! A kiss?! Who and what are you, you witch?! And quit making eyes at him you old bag!” You sent her a death glare. “How dare you?!”

💄”You wanna piece of me, bimbo? Well c’mon!” Karin barked. “You’re about to start wearing your hair color all over your body, bitch!” You hissed.

💄Mei sighed again. “Language, dear.” You held your tongue. You both then started making hand signs. “Lord Tsuchikage, if you’re not going to participate, then please just keep your head down.”

💄With that, you and Mei shot lava from your mouths as the Tsuchikage and his bodyguard jumped to the sealing. The lava attack just barely got your enemies. You smirked seeing how some of your lava burned off the split ends in Karin’s hair, causing her to cry out. ‘Don’t mess with my mama,’ you thought.

💄You and Mei then jumped out the way: “Chojuro!” Mei said. Chojuro jumped in the air with his sword. “Yes m’am!” He then used his sword to blast Sasuke through the hole and into the hallway.

💄Mei immediately ran into the hallway to face off against Sasuke. “Mommy!” You heard her use her lava and you guessed that she was sealing the wall again to keep Sasuke from escaping. ‘She can take care of herself.’

💄You glanced down at the knocked out Karin. ‘She’s not even worth it…’ You turned towards the door. ‘I don’t trust that Danzo. I gotta find Ao and make sure he’s okay…’

💄You immediately ran out the room. “Y/N! Wait!” Chojuro called.

A/N: TO BE CONTINUED…

PART 3

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[3:23 pm]

This was so awkward. It really shouldn’t be, you and Sungchan had been together for a couple of months now, but this was your first time visiting his home. You were comfortable around Sungchan, of course, but being in his home felt very intimate. Like you were going to discover he had some weird habit he had hidden or he would immediately hate you as soon as you stepped over the threshold. 

You heard quick footsteps coming towards the front door and a heavy thump before a smiley and out of breath Sungchan opened the door, “Come in, come in!”

You followed him in, taking off your shoes at the door before following him as he gave you a tour of the house.

“And finally, my room. I made sure it was super clean and my sheets are washed. We can watch a movie or something in here if you want,” Sungchan suggested.

You nodded halfheartedly, barely hearing what he said as your eyes roamed the room. He had shelves up with pictures and trophies. He had a plant on his windowsill and a desk in the far corner with his computer. The room screamed Sungchan, every little detail suited him perfectly and his room was a great reflection of him

You smiled and reached for a picture frame on his bedside table, it was a candid picture one of your mutual friends has taken of you a couple months back. Sungchan had spontaneously dipped you back which made you laugh as the picture was being taken. It was blurry and you could barely see your faces but it perfectly captured the happiness and fun in your relationship.

You set the picture back on his bedside table and were thrown back almost immediately. Sungchan was laying on top of you nuzzling his head on you stomach while he laughed like tackling you into his bed was the most fun thing he had ever done.

You moved back to get comfortable on his pillows while Sungchan got comfortable on you as he clicked around on the tv to find something to watch.

You adjusted your neck, placing your head in different places, but something was throwing you off. “There’s something lumpy up here.”

You reached a hand under the pillows to dig around until you find something soft but odd shaped. When it came into view your eyes fell upon a faded and worn out but familiar looking stuffed panda bear. “Is this what I think it is?” You wondered out loud.

He avoided your gaze, opting to keep his eyes locked on the screen instead, but you didn’t miss the way his ears turned red. With one hand you played with his hair and held the stuffed animal with the other. It was a purple and white panda bear, no taller than your forearm, and an orange necktie. There were areas on the cheap velvet where the soft material had gone missing. 

The bear had been a souvenir from your second official date with Sungchan, after multiple rounds of darts and many dollars, the prize had been won. However, since Sungchan had already won a bear half his size, you figured the smaller bear could be his prize for his hard work. You remember how his eyes had widened and his face flushed as he thanked you shyly for the bear. 

“Didn’t know you kept it all this time...” You trailed off.

“Of course I did, it’s the first gift you ever gave me- even if I did win and pay for it myself.”

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A/N: This is SOOOOOOO bad and I’m sorry (◕︵◕) I couldn’t find the inspo to write this one

[zirael189]

Look at what a mess we made

Not exaggerating, Trina Vega was the best big sister ever

Jade was cold and calculating, a scissor-obsessed gank. Many freshmen would sometimes go so far as to call her a bitch that’s hit in the head. Then they would get hit. All in all, she was a nightmare of Hollywood Arts. On the other hand, although she often resorted to violence, Jade seemed to prefer striking fear into people’s bones. The students would be out of her way solely by seeing her deadly gaze. If that didn’t work, a pair of scissors would follow it.

On the other hand, Beck was calm, sweet and always kind to people... And, God, his hair! All in all, it was never clear to Trina how they could have ever been together (even if it only lasted two years, with a lot of breakups). And, finally, she had an opportunity to get together with him, and she was not going to miss it.

An opportunity, which was definitely not a well thought out plan... But, oh well. Andre and Cat had an idea - Since Cat was Jade’s best friend, she thought she might have something with Vega, and Andre, being Tori’s best friend, thought the same. Beck and Robbie in that case were just silent observers who would occasionally give a different account of the situation.

And there came the interesting part. They had a whole plan figured out, they just needed Trina to help them execute it. And if it just happened to fit into her plan to get rid of Jade (just in case) and try to get together with Beck...

Trina Vega was the best big sister ever and there was no doubt. Because, even though Tori was definitely not the most talented (or the prettiest, obviously) in the family, she still cared about her. So, there was only one thing that bothered her – Jade, of course. But what could an evil gank be compared to someone like Beck?

          And that is how just one text message started a huge mess.

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The plan was quite simple - Trina would hide Tori’s phone and lend her hers. Then, Cat, Robbie, Andre, Tori, Jade and Beck would go to a (supposedly) haunted house. They would lock Jade in one of the rooms, tell Tori that she’s decided to stay, and then go to Robbie’s for the movie night. What after that, you may ask? From home, Trina would ask Jade for „help“ from Tori’s phone, because „she is also stuck in one of the rooms of the haunted house“. After that... well... She guessed it would happen somehow.

„Trina, have you seen my phone?“, Tori asked.

Trying to look natural (though with all her talent she didn’t have to act at all), she shrugged, biting into her pickle. „Why are you making that weird face?“, Tori wrinkled her nose. Then, as planned, at exactly eight past ten, the doorbell rang.

„Hey, chicka!“, Andre and Cat walked in.

She had wandered too far thinking about the whole plan, because she somehow missed the rest of the conversation. All she remembered was that they were about to leave, but Tori couldn’t find her phone. Right according to the plan. „Take mine.“, Trina offered, unusually kind.

She was obviously suspicious. Fortunately, as if on cue, Cat spoke up, „Robbie just texted me they’ve arrived, we have to go.“

And so Trina Vega, for the third time that day, with a smile, mentally sealed the role of the best older sister ever. Ha, she might as well buy herself another one of those fake trophies!

A torturous hour passed before Andre finally texted her. „Go.“

Without missing a beat, she ran to her room, where Tori’s phone was hidden under her pillow, and texted Jade:

Me: Jade

Me: JADEEEEE

Me: I got into a room and I can’t come out

The answer came faster than she expected.

ScissorsLuv: Well, I guess there’s nothing str8 about that, right?

ScissorsLuv: ;)

What the fuck? Did Jade West just flirt with her? And, what the hell would Tori say in that situation? Something painfully boring, for sure.

Me: I don’t know what you’re talking about. I can’t get out. Help me, please

ScissorsLuv: Beg me

Me: It’s not funny!

ScissorsLuv: Okay, just

ScissorsLuv: Screw it. Shit. I was upstairs, I think I pulled the lock too hard. I can’t open the door.

So, Trina would probably write something like „KSHDAHDAHHAHAHDAHHB KARMA, BITCH“, but this was supposed to be Tori texting. That meant that even in frivolous situations, she would act stupidly caring.

Me: Are you okay?

ScissorsLuv: Vega, please

ScissorsLuv: Something similar happened in The Scissoring, I’m practically living my dream

ScissorsLuv: Although, they shouldn’t be starting with me, but with the pretty one, you know what they say ;)

Trina frowned. Jade would never tell anyone that they are beautiful, even if it was a threat (how could that possibly be taken as a threat? Ask people like her.), which this was definitely not. She decided to change the subject, taking a safer route.

Me: Wanna play a game?

ScissorsLuv: You wanna do it texting? Damn, I always knew you had a dirty mind, Vega

ScissorsLuv: Shoot

Pure terror spread through Trina’s body. How wonderful. She couldn’t stop imagining it now. Wait! Did that mean...? Were they...?

Me: I meant more like truth or dare

ScissorsLuv: What are you? Five?

Me: ...

ScissorsLuv: FINE

ScissorsLuv: Go ahead before I slam my tongue into the car door

ScissorsLuv: When is your squeaky sister out of the house?

It took every ounce of self-control Trina could muster not to text her who was squeaky.

Me: Don’t say that! She’s a great singer! And how did you know what I would choose?

ScissorsLuv: Isn’t the truth what you choose every time?

ScissorsLuv: Cause of some stupid thing you read online about trust in relationships, or whatever

ScissorsLuv: Now seriously, I have something important to ask you

She didn’t have time to process this part with the relationship. If she got into something she shouldn’t have, she’d have to play her part as best she could and get out of it, or Jade would kill her.

Me: What is it?

ScissorsLuv: Are you high?

Me: What are you talking about?

ScissorsLuv: The last person who liked Trina’s singing was Sikowitz

ScissorsLuv: And he was high at that moment

ScissorsLuv: So...

Me: It’s not funny!

ScissorsLuv: Whatever, Vega. Did you call any of the idiots? No one is answering me :/

Shit... Shit! How come none of them thought of that before? Panicking, she told Beck to get Tori out of that house as soon as possible.

Me: Cat just texted me. They’re going to get something to knock down the door with. They can’t get to the owner

Me: Anyway, I wanted to ask you something

ScissorsLuv: I’m listening

Trina knew Tori well enough to know that she would write something stupid and deeply insecure now.

Me: I don’t know... It’s stupid

ScissorsLuv: Vegaaaa

Me: Have you ever thought about your sexuality

Me: ...

Me: ?

ScissorsLuv: Is this some kind of prank to get me back for yesterday?

So, at that moment, the worst thing possible to ask would be what happened yesterday... But, curiosity won.

Me: What exactly? You mistreat me 24/7

ScissorsLuv: The time I sent you those photos in class and Dickers saw it, so he gave you detention

ScissorsLuv: So you're finally paying me back?

ScissorsLuv: Will Tawny Walker Black walk into the room now?

ScissorsLuv: Because I would kind of like that...

ScissorsLuv: And I don’t get why he was so mad, he’s surname is DICKers after all, he should’ve loved them

Trina had to clear this up and now. Otherwise, Jade would freak out and probably start yelling. Tori would hear her and no one would be able to stop her after that.

Me: I like you

Her hands were shaking. This was stupid, incredibly stupid... Come to think of it, Jade flirted with everyone as a joke, and she and Tori did have a bit of a weird relationship... What if she misread the situation? What if there was nothing between them? Her thoughts were interrupted by Jade’s reply.

ScissorsLuv: HADHADDGVDAHPABHJFAJ

ScissorsLuv: Seriously

ScissorsLuv: I thought that we were over with the phase of dramatic confessions

So they were... A few minutes passed without any messages. She was beginning to worry that Jade had figured out their plan, or that she started yelling and Tori heard her.

ScissorsLuv: Vega

ScissorsLuv: I hear footsteps

ScissorsLuv: I think they've arrived

Well, shit.

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Before Jade knew what was going on, footsteps began to move away. „Andre!“, she shouted. „Cat? GUYS!“, As an answer, she heard even more and more distant footsteps. She texted Tori.

Me: Vega? What the fuck is going on? Why are they leaving?

ToriV: I think they’re coming back for that tool...

Something wasn’t quite right. Although Tori almost always typed like that, something was wrong. Why’d the others ignore her? Why didn’t anyone stay in the house? „SHAPIRO! OLIVER! I’LL DECORATE MY CHRISTMAS TREE WITH YOUR GUTS IF YOU DON’T OPEN ME UP!“, Her throat was hoarse from yelling, but it didn’t matter. She heard footsteps growing louder. Someone was coming back. Whoever it was, the others followed them.

Satisfied that her threats had worked, she smiled smugly. However, her smile was wiped off her face when she heard Cat, Beck and Tori arguing. The words were slurred, but she could tell who was saying what. Vega was out? „Open the fucking door!“

The footsteps became louder, the voices more distant. „Wait!“. She heard Tori say.

„We told you, Jade is staying at the house to shoot a short movie, she’ll join us later. She’s not shouting at us, she’s playing a role of hostage. Let’s just go.“

„Cat does every short movie with her! Then why isn’t she there?“, Vega objected.

„She specifically told me not to film this one with her.“, Cat said.

„I’M NOT FUCKING ACTING! OPEN IT, YOU MORONS!“, She yelled, pounding on the door like crazy.

A few seconds passed in complete silence and Jade was afraid that they had actually left. Then she heard them arguing again, Tori’s voice louder than all of theirs. To her immense relief, door opened the next second. „Vega...“, she respired. Behind her, Cat was wringing her hands, Beck was avoiding her gaze, Andre was biting his lip, and Robbie just squealed and ran out of the house. Jade guessed she looked like she was going to kill them all right now, since Tori reached out to take her scissors. „What the fuck, people? Why did you capture me?“

Then she received another notification.

ToriV: Did they arrive?

She directed her gaze towards Tori, who wasn’t even holding  a phone in her hands. It was in the front pocket of her jeans. Jade frowned, connecting the dots.

Me: No. But they better be here soon, or I’ll kill all of them

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„So you two are like... a couple?“; The truth was that all of their friends knew that they had a thing but thought they were too scared to admit it even to themselves. Plus, they never told them they were dating. How the hell was Trina supposed to know? Or anyone else?

„We thought it was pretty obvious, it’s not like we were trying to hide it... Jade?“, Tori said unnaturally calmly.

The other girl still looked like she was about to kill someone. „Yes?“

„Remember when I gave you back your scissors? I’m gonna need them for a moment.“, quite reluctantly, Jade did so. Tori turned to Trina. „You have five seconds!“

Her sister might not have been Jade West, but Trina still knew it was a not good idea to be anywhere near an angry girl with scissors. Maybe them, becoming a couple, wasn’t such a good idea after all...  How often would Trina have to put up with Jade in the house, now that everyone knew about them? But that didn’t matter now. Tori was chasing her up the stairs and she had to run away from her. She might not have gotten together Beck (yet), but still...

Trina Vega, was the best big sister in the history of existence. Running away from her furious younger sister, she made a mental note to write it on one of her next trophies.

[honourablejester]

Some Character Concepts Inspired by PHB Trinkets

Yes, I’m going back to the trinket table in the PHB, because I just love the tiny little details and flavour these objects add to a world and to a character. So. Some ideas for characters that spring from their trinkets:

08 A small idol depicting a nightmarish creature that gives you unsettling dreams when you sleep near it

It’s a family heirloom. Been in the family for, oh, generations. Since god was a chap. One of the gods. The gods were children once, weren’t they? Anyway. It’s always been in the house. You remember seeing it as a child, in its little shrine. You always thought it lived there, in that shrine. But then your powers came in. When you were a kid. Your magic, and all the things that came with it. And mother looked so proud of you, and the little creature came to live with you instead. It gives you dreams, sometimes, a lot of the time, and they’re strange dreams, but they also … they feel familiar? Almost comforting, in a frightful sort of way. Like being home again. A little piece of home that you can carry with you, while you and your powers go out into the world. It’s strange, you do know that, it’s not the sort of thing that you can usually show to people, not without getting … excitable reactions, but it’s a piece of home, and in some ways a piece of you, and you’re proud to carry it.

(For the aberrant/shadow sorcerer who grew up in Innsmouth and maybe does not entirely realise what’s weird about that)

26 A bag containing forty-seven humanoid teeth, one of which is rotten

It’s just a little hobby, that’s all. It’s nothing objectionable. You picked a career where you’re going to be killing people anyway. Adventuring is just that sort of life! And they’re usually bad people, or why would you be getting paid to kill them? And if you happen to sort of, just, like a little trophy on occasion, a bit of a thing that nobody’s going to miss (what are people going to do, count the corpse’s teeth?), well, that’s nothing objectionable either, right? It’s just a bit of a hobby, that’s all. A personal quirk. Everybody has them in this business. No, really. Everybody. Yours is just, maybe, a little quirkier than most. But it’s nobody’s business but your own.

(Seriously, is there any explanation for this one that isn’t serial killer or tooth fairy?)

37 A small, weightless stone block

A small weightless stone block. Imagine if you could build with all the solidity of stone, and none of the weight. Imagine where you could build. Imagine you’re a dwarf, or an artificer, or a wizard, and you stumble across this tiny thing, this cube of rock that can fit in your hand, and it weighs nothing. Absolutely nothing. And you’ve got building in your blood, and magic in your mind, and you want that technology. You want that capability. Castles in the sky. All you have to do is find out where this cube of stone came from, who made it and how, and that dream might be a reality.

A trinket and a quest for a dwarf or a mason, an artificer or a wizard. One day you’re going to have the magic and the know-how to build cities for your people with no concern for gravity.

38 A tiny sketch portrait of a goblin

You fell in love with someone you shouldn’t have. Someone you were told was evil, was dirty and savage and vicious. Someone you should have wanted to kill, or at least see driven out, away from better folk, not fall in love with. But they didn’t see what you saw. All those people who told you those things. They didn’t see. They didn’t know.

You keep their portrait close to your chest, hidden in a locket beneath your armour. It’s been years since you saw them. Most of a decade. You’re stronger, now. You can protect them now, from everyone who said those things. All you have to do is find them again. You’re a knight. A paladin. Respected. You can defend them. You can help other people see what you saw.

You can tell them that they aren’t dirty. That they aren’t evil. That you never forgot them. You can show them the picture you drew, all those years ago, the clumsy little sketch you made, that has lived next to your heart every day since. You can show them … You can show them. You just have to find them first. That’s all. You just have to find them.

69 A crystal knob from a door

Who keeps hold of a doorknob? Granted, a fancy doorknob, but still. Who keeps something like that with them?

Maybe an urchin. Maybe a street thief who stole it once upon a time. Steal the knobs off your doors, that lot. Ruffians, the lot of them! But it was so shiny. So fancy. So pretty and beautiful. Imagine being so rich the knobs on your doors are made of crystal. Imagine having that much money. That’s the dream, isn’t it? One day you’re gonna be so rich and so fancy that you can do things like that. Just have crystals hanging off your doors for street kids to steal, and spend hours every night having something shiny to hold in their hand.

Or maybe, on the other side, someone who had shiny, fancy doorknobs, once upon a time, but not anymore. An impoverished scion of a noble house, or a rich merchant that fell on hard times. The house was repossessed, every gods damned stick and spoon in it, but you managed to grab this. Just a doorknob. Nothing special, nothing useful. But it’s a symbol of everything you and your family lost, and everything you’re going to get back again, if it’s the last thing you do. There’s more than enough gold in the world, and you are going to win back your fair share of it.

79 An invitation to a party where a murder happened

I want to imagine an old invitation, something two or three generations old. A family heirloom. For one of two reasons.

One, it was one of your ancestors who was murdered. You carry this symbol of the family feud on you, this innocent invitation to the blackest event in your family’s recent history. You’re going to avenge what happened that night, on your family’s behalf. Not on the murderers, it’s been too long, but on the families, the descendants of the murderer, and perhaps the ones who hosted them, who set your ancestor up and politely invited them to their doom.

Two, it was one of your ancestors who was the murderer, and that murder is a point of pride. For the skill, perhaps. Assassination is the family business, and great grandma is the one you admire most, who managed to just walk in, an invited guest, and pull the job off. Or perhaps because of the nature of the target. Perhaps one person dying that night saved thousands of lives, and no one will ever know it was your ancestor, but you know, your family knows, and that’s the example you take forward, the inspiration. This little piece of paper is a symbol of everything a knife and an invitation can accomplish, in the right hands.

91 A needle that never bends

It’s the little things that really make a difference. That’s what you’ve learned. It’s the small things that nobody thinks about that help make all the difference. When you hold the needle up to people, when you show them, that’s what you say. It’s the little things that count.

And more than that, that helping yourself will help others, too. The needle doesn’t bend. It can be used over and over and over again, can mend a thousand torn clothes, maybe a thousand wounds, because it keeps its own strength and health. The one person you help keep together, maybe that person will help a hundred more. Start small. Keep your own strength up. Fix one tear. And it’ll spread. A stitch in time saves nine.

It means a lot, this little needle of yours. It’s a tiny thing, a tiny enchantment, but it’s done so much good for being so tiny. You like that. And you’d like to emulate it, too.

(A healer, I think, a cleric, or a general support character. I love this trinket so much. It’s so tiny and practical, the kind of enchanted item that people would make and would have, just to make life easier for themselves. This little thing you have that just makes things a little easier for you, and maybe inspires you to make things a little easier for other people too)

And there’s so many more lovely little trinkets. The brass ring that never tarnishes. The empty glass vial that smells faintly of perfume, something a character clings to in order to hold onto a fading memory, perhaps of someone close to them. The candle that can’t be lit, that maybe when the stars align can be lit, and the poor warlock that finds that out at the right wrong time. The nightcap that gives you pleasant dreams, and the question of whether that was a sweet gesture, an enchantment just to give someone sweet sleep, or if it was a defense against bad dreams.

I do feel like, rather than an afterthought at the end of the character building process, you could roll or choose trinkets at the start, and see where they inspire you to go. Because there really is an awful lot of character and history and flavour you could have tangled up in a little physical object that your character carries with them …

[yuzuandshoma]

Yuzuru Hanyu’s hidden talent?

He shows no hint of focus here-its like he just does it WITHOUT THINKING

You think skaters talents are just doing quads and cool axels, but theres more to what you see. If you do a bit of research then you’ll find there hidden talents!

Some may not count this as a talent, but shoma sometimes blinks first on one eye then the other!

Yuzu can eat 1 full gyoza (known for his favourite food) into his mouth. Yes, a full gyoza.

On shoma’s channel, he and his good friend Kazuki Tomono did a spicy ramen challenge together and i’m pretty sure that Kazuki survived it! (Not many people do…jk) ps, Kazuki went to the nelborn trophy and for the SP he got 11th place, but for the fs he jumped all the way to 4th! I’m so proud of him, jumping all the way 7 places!

I’ll rlly miss yuzu’s competitions…as we know ice show programs aren’t just as good…(they are still good)

Another talent of yuzu is catching balls behind his back. Don’t judge me, but I can’t do that.

I really wish that when I was younger my parents made me start to figure skate because I sometimes envy other figure skaters meeting so many famous ppl, because if I were a figure skater although I am 8 whole years younger than yuzu, I would meet him first. He’s the reason i’m an fs fan!

Ntl i’d love to be that kid behind over there even though I just get to see yuzu, i’d still be thrilled. Someone has told me Yuzuru is pretty childish and a quarter of me agrees-not being mean, but childish by being cute and kind. Most children are like that.

My proof: Look at those cute skate covers!

If you didn’t know, once athletes retire, they get a bunch of magazines followed up before them! They have photo shoots and way more. (Before yuzu retired and before the news were out, he planned so many photoshoots. So if your favourite figure skater is having at least of 5 at a time, watch over them. I’m not saying they will retire, but the MIGHT.)

Yuzu’s magazine AERA has been released! Here where I am I can’t find any (sadly) but i’m sure in japan there are buckloads of those.

I’m so sorry if I keep apologising, but I want to avoid anything negative things.

Hehe sorry if this is too messy and I should make separate posts instead of long ones-but since I just started my account I want to make more and more content for you guys! Byebye, i’ll post again as soon as I can!

[beautifullydisasterouskae]

Hunted

Lily: [I stood outside the townhouse, looking up at what was my first home when I arrived in Denver. I had spoken to @SouthOfJackson briefly the other day, my fingertips tapping against the countertop in annoyance  at the time. They dripped with a promise of a “better future” and lust all rolled into one. And I couldn’t stop my fangs from snapping down hard. My gums had been aching for days at this point and the only thing I could think was that my permanent fangs were coming in. Which only added to my irritation. Playing it off  with my sweet tone and Southern accent that I knew only added to his desire for - his - sweet “Georgia Peach”, I agreed to meet with him here. I let out a heavy sigh, heading inside the townhouse to wait on @SouthOfJackson. He had jumped at the invitation and was “pleased that I had come to my senses.” Leaving the door unlocked, I went up to the newly remodeled suite. The row of mirrors and hardwood floors recently replaced and it was a beautiful sight to behold. As much as I missed @Hadesreject, I prayed he would understand that this was something I had to do. I had to face @SouthOfJackson and tell him I was already...home. That this was where I wanted to be. My life was here with @TemptinDisaster and @HadesReject. And I wasn’t the same Lilian he had come to love all those years ago. I wasn’t the meek little girl or the trophy wife his heart always desired. Leaning up against the wall, I crossed my arms over my chest and waited. This was a conversation that would change everything.] 

Colin: [I paced around the luxurious penthouse suite, my knuckles white as I wrung my hands tightly while mentally marking off everything I’d need. I was taking no risks at losing @TheTigersLily if she didn’t agree to return to Georgia with me. I stride over to my luggage, the sedatives vials hidden inside and I removed a fresh syringe loading it up with the narcotic, giving it a flick to prepare before replacing the plastic cap back on. I thrust it into my pocket along with my death kit tucked safely into the back of my tailored slacks as sinister thoughts roamed through my mind, my body hardening and vibrating in anticipation. I had to admit I was hoping @TheTigersLily would put up a fight and I’d relish in showing her my evil side. The side she never saw outside of cool, calm, collected, perfectly mannered Colin Jackson. Many had grown to fear me while dealing with my alter side, and I was ready to give @TheTigersLily a glimpse of how her life would have truly been. Right before I snatched her precious last moments from her that is. I give a dark chuckle and grab up my keys before heading out the door and down the elevator to the lobby. Soon enough I’d be in my Georgia peach’s presence and only she could decide how this would end. I exit the elevator as he door slide open, striding confidently across the immaculate lobby and hand the parking attendant my ticket to retrieve my car. I slip inside after dropping him a tip and grip the steering wheel tight at the thought of meeting @TheTigersLily at the townhouse.] 

Lily: [He was late and although it was unlike him knowing how @SouthOfJackson was, I silently thanked the Goddess for it. I needed to calm down and focus. My thoughts had been scattered, thinking about @Hadesreject. I knew he was not going to be happy that I agreed to meet up with @SouthOfJackson and I recalled our last discussion about it. It hadn’t ended well at all. I let out a breath, having pulled on my ponytail to make it tighter. Taking the opportunity, I took a tour of the townhouse, smiling at the changes that had been made and stopped when I came to my old bedroom that was the first meeting place since @Hadesreject came back. The walls were down now and the surface bare. But it still held memories.] Where are you Colin? [I thought and headed back down to the main floor, pacing. I wanted to get this over with and go home. I had plans to finish for @HadesReject’s return and this tardiness on @SouthOfJackson’s part was making me unsettled.]

Colin: [I arrived in the front of the townhouse, not so silently cursing my lateness and stomp out frustration already rolling off of me in waves. I finger comb my hair, trying to tame it and calm my frustrations before rapping my knuckles on the front door waiting for @TheTigersLily to answer.]

Lily: [I opened the door and immediately walked back towards the main floor.] @SouthOfJackson Hello, Colin. I thought we could talk in here. [I called over my shoulder, leading the way. He had a smug look on his face as I turned back to greet him finally after he followed and I gave him a small smile. I wanted this to be a parting on good terms and if playing the part one last time allowed me that comfort I would do it.] 

Colin:  [I stride through the townhouse entry way my eyes following the sway of @TheTigersLily perfectly curved hip and fight back a groan from releasing. I notice how quiet it is and the huge intruding male whom had snatched @TheTigersLily from my grasp the last time was surprisingly absent. I could not hide the sly smirk from spreading across my firm lips at how perfect the situation was turning out to be. I turn my attention back to @TheTigersLily and ask in a thick Southern drawl] I can’t begin to tell you how happy I was to hear from you, Lilian. Tell me, where is your guard dog this evening? [I reached out to grab at @TheTigersLily’s arms to tug her sharply into my hard body]

Lily: [Taking a step back as @SouthOfJackson tries to pull me close, not wanting his hands anywhere near me. Crossing my arms again, I walked away from him, putting some distance between us.] Do not call him that. [I stated firmly, trying to keep my cool but he was already pushing it.] Colin, I know what you want but it’s not going to happen. I love @HadesReject and he’s all I want. I’m sorry it has to end this way but you will find someone that will love you someday. It just isn’t me. [Surely he had to know that his affections towards me were never reciprocated. I let out an aggravated sigh when he steps forward again, knowing his temper was rising just under the surface.]

Colin: You cannot be serious, Lilian. [I growled out gnashing my teeth together and tightening my fists tight at my sides as you stepped away.] How well do you even know this guy? Has he brainwashed you? [I gritted out between my teeth as my hand slowly delved into my pocket for the syringe. I knew @TheTigersLily would not go easily. I flick off the cap with my thumb and grip it within my fist waiting to strike.]

Lily: [I fought the growl that threatened to rip from my throat and narrowed my eyes when @SouthOfJackson spoke of @HadesReject. My fangs dropping low in anticipation to defend what was mine even if they were merely words. I felt my body begin to hum with a need to attack but I fought hard on the urge. My words remained calm as could be even though the underlining of warning was laced in my tone when I turned to face @SouthOfJackson once again.]  You know nothing about him or how he makes me feel. I am only asking you this once, Colin. Please leave Denver and don’t come back for me. I am staying here...with him. 

Colin:  I will never allow that! [I lunged forward as fury swept through me  a deep snarl  coming from me as I pressed my thumb against the pusher ready to inject @TheTigersLily with the sedative. I’m caught off guard and in shock at catching her canines elongating and @TheTigersLily‘s face distorting before the needle was able to pierce her.] What the fuck? 

Lily: [I hissed and moved to the right of @SouthOfJackson in a flash, my fangs bared and I growled. My instinct to protect myself overrode my fear of hurting someone I thought I knew. But something was different about @SouthOfJackson and I had smelled it on him the minute he walked through the door. Was he actually thinking I would have gone willing with him? He lunged forward and I caught sight of the syringe in his hand and all caution was gone.] You think drugging me will work, @SouthOfjackson? I’m not that same girl anymore. [I was before him now, having knocked the syringe from his grasp and had his arm twisted behind his back. The scent of fear rolled off of him in waves causing me to inhale deeply, his blood calling to me.]   

Colin: [I struggled to regain myself and fought to overtake @TheTigersLily despite my slight fear at seeing her sharp teeth and feral look glinting dangerously in her eyes.] What are you? [I fought for dominance, my body straining at the surprising strength of @TheTigersLily. I’d seen a brief glimpse of this new side of @TheTigersLily at the mall and I believed her when she said she wasn’t the same. I cry out sharply, my knees buckling as @TheTigersLily snapped m y arm back causing the bone to shatter, my hand releasing it’s hold of the syringe as my vision started to blur and flicker from the intense pain. I growl out, driving my head back into @TheTigersLilys face, and spin around to take grip of her throat in a tight hold trying to crush her trachea and dart my eyes up at her bloody face in horror as I feel for the first time the chill of her body a primal snarl coming from @TheTigersLily as I continued to fight back blows she landed to my face and body. before I felt her bite strike down on my neck.]  

Lily: [My vision was blurred for a moment when @SouthOfJackson struck my face and in that same moment my thoughts remained clear. I was going to kill him. The feel of his hand wrapped around my throat didn’t stop my fist that landed to his flesh nor the whisper at his ear when I wrapped my own hand around his wrist before I snapped it, releasing the hold he had on my throat. He had asked me what I was and I was about to show him.] Death. [My strike to his neck was fast and deep, and with every pull that I took, his memories flashed before my eyes. The deaths of every life he took at his own hands and I growled against his neck, his body flailing against me as I drained him dry. The fear he had in his last moments was nothing compared to the rush I received when I took his last drop, letting his body fall to the floor.]

Colin: [I fought to defend my life as @TheTigersLily clamped down her fangs into my flesh, my body spurting as garbled screams left my throat. I feel my lids lower slowly, my body weakening from the blood loss with each deep pull @TheTigersLily took, a deep guttural groan vibrating against my flesh as her last words processed once through my mind. Death. She was a beautiful death and I was weak to fight her off. My last sight of a bloodied beauty I had wished to capture and instead she stole my final moments from me. Bitch. I watched as flicks of my life passed before my eyes in a furious flurry.] I’ll see you in Hell... [A final hoarse whisper and then everything was dark and quiet.] #TheReturned

Lily: Hell. You don’t even know the half of it, @SouthOfJackson. [I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, noticing my own blood and his was stained on my clothes. I shake my head and sighed, letting my head fall back for a moment. His dead corpse laid on the floor and I had to get rid of it. Not to mention I was a fucking mess. His memories still fresh on my mind didn’t help either as I still kicked at his lifeless body.] All you had to do was go home. [I wasn’t remorseful in the sense that I was sad that I killed him. I had spared lives that he would have taken in the future but even still...I shake my head again, grabbing his arms and proceeded to drag his body down to the basement. Home. I needed to get home and I prayed @HadesReject would be there soon.] #TheReturned

[sillyfudgemonkeys]

I'm only hearing about the ports second hand so I'm like "they aren't even releasing simultaneously!? What kinda horse piss is this!? P4G is already on steam even? What's the point of the massive push back!?"

Like I understand ports need work and understanding of the systems they're releasing on, but having a whole reveal and trailer and then saying 2 of the 3 games aren't coming until 2023 really irks me

I'mma be honest, I'm happy they are coming. I'm glad it's relatively soon (not like a 2 year wait)....after the announcement. And I get this stuff takes time to port to other consoles.

HOWEVER, I've been of the mindset that P1-4 should've been available within a year or 3 after P5 vanilla. At least as digital classics on the PS4. Specifically PS1/PS2 vers of P1/2-P3FES/4 (even tho I'm team P3P). While we did have the classics ver on PS3 (hence my reason they could’ve done FES over P3P, they already emulated FES), it wasn't hidden that Sony was kinda "eh" on bringing classics....but Atlus is 3rd party, so they don't have to follow that same mindset at that time.

I think the games should come on the other consoles, and if it took so long to get them on XB/Steam (and eventually Switch?) then I get it (there was probs legal stuff, programing stuff, and World wide release stuff happening). But they should've had those (slightly buggy) emulated ports they did with the PS3 ready to go ASAP after P5 vanilla. Because that's focusing on one console, rather than.....XB1, XBX/S, Steam, Windows, and PS5 (not sure if I should separate the XBs tbh), and PS4 (as of sending this to the drafts when I received it, PS4 was added so PS4 as well, and anything after this sentence is after finding out P3/4 is getting a PS4 release....but not PS5???? C’mon DX Why does XB1 get a separate spot with XBX/S? Backward compatibility is one thing buuuuut........ alkjfsaf I’m just bitching cause I want multiple trophy/achievement lists is all 8V).

But no I agree, it sucks we have to keep waiting. I wouldn’t be so upset if it wasn’t for them not already having all these available on the PS4 already. And my annoyance of them not being on the PS4 isn’t rooted in port begging (I want all these guys on as many consoles as possible and I’m glad they are coming), but in the fact that new P5 fans were really interested in the older games after it’s release, and with other upcoming games (P3D/PQ2) but didn’t know the chars or it was hard to get copies of the older games for one reason or another and basically Atlus just missed out on a market they should’ve been ready to jump into ASAP. At the time P5 was still playstation exclusive, and there were plastation versions of past games. And it wasn’t crazy to see classic games on the PSN store (let alone bundled as an HD collection). Why Atlus didn’t push to get the past games out sooner is baffling to me (don’t come at me with coding, I’m talking about it from a business perspective, if they don’t have the manpower at the moment then outsource. They already did that with Catherine PC so I know they can/could 8U)

A World Wide release for pretty much every console doesn’t make sense, they could’ve done playstation first....and then everyone else. It’d be nice and steady momentum. (also I’m not saying they needed to drop all the past games at once. But at least P3/4 prior to the dancing games/Q2 and then P1 and both P2s sometime after).

I just.......don’t get Atlus sometimes. orz

[xtaibhse]

I did it. I’m done. I finally got my platinum trophy for this game. ( ；∀；)

Time to replay Shiraishi’s route again lol

I’m gonna compile a walkthrough, should anyone want it!