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gwydionmisha · 2 months

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Mystery Solved and Jesus Fuck is it stupid and pointless.

We solved the sling. It is all to stupid for words. The first two weeks post op are crucial for correct recovery. We wasted them on needless pointless torture because I am fat. We'll find out the extent of the catastrophe tomorrow afternoon.

She did this terrible, nightmarish dangerous thing to me without examination or measuring me based entirely on her first glance at me from the hallway. I could have lost some fingers or the whole hand. I could have had nerve damage. I have no idea if the bones healed right.

I suspect they were treating me at the surgeon's office on Friday like I was crazy and hysterical because the things I was telling them made no sense. It was likely inconceivable to them that a PT would over ride a surgeon like that to do something so pointlessly damaging to a patient, so clearly I must be saying it wrong.

We were planning for Squirrel to come into the appointments as a third party to explain things since I am not in great shape from two weeks of extreme sleep deprivation necessary for holding my arm as still as possible and keeping the arm from falling out of the sling and the constant battle to keep massaging blood into my hand.

We are still doing the Squirrel talks to the doctor thing because "PT knew the surgeon had messed up when she saw I was fat from the hallway" can't sound anything other than insanity. I'm keeping the sling fitting appointment because I have now directions for things like proper strap and arm position for the normal people sling only the special fat people torture device one which I don't trust for obvious reasons.

How did we solve it you may ask? I was taking things out of the bag from the hospital to put away, retrieving the papers with things like sleep directions, when I looked down and saw my entire arm had slithered out of the sling for the second time. I must have been holding the Forbidden Sling at the time. In my alarm, I put what I was holding down and went to get Squirrel to fix the arm issue.

It's black. I set it on the canvass back pack next to wear the bags go. Camouflage. The arm thing was so dramatic since I wasn't used to having to manhandle it back in constantly yet. I thought I was doing something wrong because they hadn't mentioned how easy it was for the arm to fall out of an immobility sling. I had intended to put the forbidden sling next to the sink to use when I showered. When we couldn't find it anywhere I thought I must have misremembered things given I'd had my bones stolen earlier that day and anesthesia recovery.

When the forearm began to deteriorate precipitously I searched again in hopes because I thought that having a sling that would hold my wrist at a natural angle and not restrict blood to the hand might help, and my normal sling had likely slid between the desk and the filing cabinet and I was struggling to cope with the pain the jostling from breathing was causing, so crawling around on the floor trying to keep the arm from falling out of the sling while the arm felt like it was being stabbed, flayed, and set on fire all at once. I couldn't do a thorough search because of my condition.

By Sunday, my neck, back, shoulder, and arm muscles were exhausted from almost two weeks of having to constantly try to hold the arm still without help from the sling. Keep in mind I wasn't meant to be using the shoulder at all if I could help it because you are supposed to give it as close to complete rest as humanly possible, but because of the special fat person torture sling that wasn't physically possible. Even the trick of sitting at my desk using a pillow in my lap to take some of the weight off my shoulder and trapping the arm between my stomach and the desk couldn't help any more because the shoulder muscles were just done.

I could think a little better with the Millennial altered sling because my hand was better and if I kept my wrist still enough it didn't hurt that much more than the surgery. I hadn't seen the bags during the Friday search, but the little table where things going to the car like bags go is cluttered, and had a lot of extra stuff I'd forgotten to stow in the hectic couple of days before surgery. I decided to see if I'd left the sling in a bag by accident and found it on the back pack.

Squirrel put me in it and built the stabilization nest before leaving for game. Millennial altered sling went into the wash as I wanted to run that after Goth Millennial bathed me so I could produce it in evidence for the doctor and explain why we had to alter it and why everything had gone to shit and why we went against medical orders and had me wear the Forbidden Sling.

So I'm lying there using meditation to try to unclench the muscles I'd spent all that time training never to relax, and I notice what feels like darted fabric against my forearm skin similar to the Millennial alterations to the other sling. O.o. So I felt the parts of the sling I'd never seen because I was looking from above. I'd had a neural block so there had been no chance of me feeling the dart in the couple hours before it had been confiscated because I was "too big." (She kept talking about how big I was and how that that was a problem to me and the nurses. I'm short. There is no ambiguity here.)

The sling had been carefully hand altered.

If it had really been the wrong sling it would have been generic.

They'd measured me for the sling at a pre-op appointment. It had been carefully altered to match my arm which was why it was so small. It had been a size large because you need more fabric to do alterations, so she replaced a custom fitted sling that had been cut down from a large so as to do essential work in the crucial first two weeks with a generic extra large I could have fit both arms plus random cargo into that compressed my hand and held my wrist at an angle it can't go without a lot of force and immobilizing hand and wrist and providing almost no support for a shoulder that had literally just been replaced.

Every other sling any of us had ever seen had let the thumb and fingers poke out, but the hole for that was in my armpit in the Special Fat Person Torture Sling. She either didn't notice or didn't care.

She kept looking at me like she'd never seen a fat person before and acting like there had never been one in short term post surgical. This was certainly not the case. I've had surgery there a lot. I've seen plenty of people a lot bigger than me. Squirrel works there and is like yeah they have plenty of bariatric supplies and there are other fat patients in the hospital all the time so them not having any experience with fat people at the hospital is exactly as weird as it seemed to recovering from anesthesia at the time. (To be clear there is nothing wrong with being fat. I'm not ashamed. I'm mentioning the range of fat people they help regularly to try to convey how weird it was that no one seemed to have any kind of training to deal with not skinny people and that I was not remotely unusual. If I had required bariatric equipment, I still would have deserved to be treated like a person. Everyone deserves to be treated like a person. I'm visibly queer and other staff were using pronouns. I can't remember if she got mine right or not. I can't rule it out, but she never mentioned it, whereas she made clear repeatedly that she was doing this because I'm big).

She could have examined the sling, but she would have had to see me as a person instead of assuming all fat people automatically needed an XL sling for all medical situations regardless of size. She could have measured me to see what size sling would be normal for a person my actual size, but she'd have had to look at and touch me to do that and she could barely force herself to do that during the confiscation. She could have called someone more experienced who'd seen a shoulder replacement sling and/or a fat person before to ask if the sling looked wrong to her. She could have checked my chart. She could have called upstairs to ask if they were sure they had the right sling. She could have called the surgeon or surgeon's office. She could have looked at the custom sling properly while cannibalizing it for a belly strap. She could have actually looked at the fit after hastily and squeamishly putting it on me and thought, "Shouldn't I see fingers?" and stopped to think for a minute.

It took me about a minute to think of all these options that would have been simple and common sense. She couldn't take even a minute to think of one of them.

She did this dangerous horrifically damaging and painful thing without a single thought. Not a one.

I'm sure nothing will happen to her. She'll likely never even be told what she did so she would know not to do it again.

I spent two weeks in hell just because she glanced at me from the hall, saw I wasn't thin, and never noticed or thought through anything after.

None of it was necessary.

I wish I could find out right now how fucked I am on arm recovery. Afternoon feels a long time away.

I thought long and hard about whether I wanted to post something this personal about my health, but I think people need to know because shoulder replacement is a pretty common surgery once you pass a certain age.

Did I mention I had to talk her into letting me keep the forbidden sling. She was really reluctant. She almost threw it out.

#Medical Discrimination #Fatphobia #Shoulder Replacement

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takeeachdayonebookatatime · 1 year

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Why did you elbow me? 93

Undercover Beckett part 8

Castle: pov i can tell Kate's head is hurting bad because she asks me to cuddle with her. I'm sitting in the recliner in Kate's room a male nurse and Lanie, who is holding her wires, helped him put her on my lap. She is laying on her right side head resting on my shoulder. She is holding her bear that Alexis brought from home in her right arm. It's the one you can warm up for a headache. Eventually Kate falls back asleep. I'm rubbing her back with my right hand. Lanie and Jim are going to eat some food while Kate sleeps. Mother has an acting class she is teaching today.

Lanie: pov back in the room Kate is starting to wake up. Me and a male nurse help her back into bed. Amy comes in with a little bit of food for Kate. She is still very dizzy and nauseated, and the room is spinning, Castle and Jim are talking while Kate eats. I'm feeding her since she is having issues with her left arm. As soon as the second bite goes in she throws up all over the blanket. The nurse gives her some nausea meds and more heart meds.

Jim: pov Lanie is having a hard time getting Katie to keep food down. I feel bad that her head is really bothering her. Lanie grabs all of Katie's wires so Castle can pick her up. Katie is in Castle's arms, her head resting on his shoulder, her arms are around his neck. And her butt is resting on his left hip, his left arm is holding her up. He decides to walk around the room with her trying to comfort her. It happens so suddenly she barfs on his shoulder. I run and grab a nurse, the male nurse helps get her back to bed. Castle goes into the bathroom to change his shirt, Lanie says it's the movement that made her barf.

Castle: pov I feel so bad for causing her to barf, she is finally asleep both Dr's say her vitals are okay. We decided to get dinner while she sleeps, since Kate is so nauseated and dizzy she is getting iv fluids and other important things. All of her meds are Iv ones since she is so nauseated and dizzy. Lanie managed to get Kate to eat a tiny bit of applesauce which she fed her. It's still not enough but something. She had a rough night's sleep last night, she kept waking up. She has scans early this morning so me and Lanie are getting something to eat before Jim arrives. I have been carrying Kate to the bathroom so she does not fall over, since her Dr's don't want her walking yet. The Dr also wanted to keep any eye out since she is having some short term memory issues and issues with her left arm. Not remembering when the nurses come in and a few other minor things.

Kate: pov it feels like I'm on a boat, the lights are hurting my eyes. Nurse Amy gives me my meds then brings some food for me to eat, it's eggs. Lanie feeds me 3 bites, before my stomach starts to churn it happens so fast I throw up all over the bed, fuzzy blanket and myself. I don't feel good, Castle runs to get a nurse. While the nurse is changing the sheets Castle helps me sit in the shower so Lanie can clean me off. She has more experience and I can't get my stitches wet, otherwise Castle would be doing it. I'm also not allowed out of the bed except to go to the bathroom ugh I hate being on a heart rate restriction.

Lanie: pov i put the blanket in a plastic bag so it can get washed, Jim arrives a few minutes later and i tell him the gray fuzzy blanket did not survive. Alexis is stopping by before class to tell us how her date was yesterday. Kate says I had no idea you went on a date, I tell her it was your idea. Alexis is so nice she says she can take the fuzzy blanket back to the loft to wash it before class. While Jim is visiting Kate I go looking for her Dr's so I can talk to them. Castle is getting us food, a nurse pages both Dr's so I can talk to them. I mention to Cole and Helen that Kate is so dizzy and nauseated on top of the feeling like the room is spinning that I'm worried she is not eating enough. I also mention her memory and arm issues. I told them a few days ago she had a cold so she was not eating as much as I would have liked.

Dr Helen neurologist: pov I mention the nausea, dizziness and lack of appetite are all normal symptoms same with the light sensitivity, memory issues and headaches. Usually with nausea my patients can take some herbal remedies like tea and stuff but with Kate's previous cardiac history she can't. Kate is being monitored a little more closely then my other patients with mild concussions. Once she starts sleeping and eating better, she will have more energy which will help her recover and that will start to make her feel better. He mentions they have programs here that help with memory and arm issues if she continues to have them after a few days.

Dr Cole Cardiologist: pov Lanie mentions Castle is out getting food right now he said something about getting Kate a smoothie which Lanie told him should be fine. I tell her that Kate has scans later but we can have someone from the food clinic come by to see if they can help with her nausea. There are some foods that help with that. My main goal is making sure she doesn't have to many episodes of ventricular tachycardia, because her concussion can aggravate her arrhythmia.

Castle: pov I arrived back with the food, I got a smoothie for Kate I made sure it was safe for her. Since it's a liquid it might stay down better. Lanie is back from talking with Kate's Dr's. She has scans in a little bit. Kate's head is hurting so bad i wish i could take her pain away. We quietly eat our breakfast sandwiches. To be continued. ……….

#castle #caskett #katebeckett #stanakatic #nathanfillion #richardcastle #seamusdever #kevinryan #javieresposito #jonhuertas #tamalajones #lanieperish #tvshow #fanfiction

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polarisbibliotheque · 3 years

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Dante, Vergil & Nero training their s/o (feat. Kyrie) - Dante Chapter

Pairings: Dante x Reader

Summary: For different reasons each, they realize they need to help training their s/o and making them battle ready - in Dante's case, you acquired a new sword and needs aid from the Legendary Devil Hunter himself to master it

Word Count: Dante - 2.7k (I lost track while writing, that's why I cut it into individual chapters for each, do apologize T-T)

Author's Notes: Blame Vergil on this one. I'm trying to get through the Bloody Palace with him on DMC4 SE and the thought "Imagine how much he would've trained to pull this off - probably as much as I am right now to master going through all those demons". So now we have them training their respective s/os :)

Also: someday I'm gonna indulge in a full lazy bathtime fanfic with Dante, he seems like the kind of guy who'd love it

Age Restrictions: There's a lot of sparring, nothing we haven't seen on DMC, honestly. The only restriction is: there are too many words because I have a compulsive writing problem apparently :D

Vergil and Nero (with Kyrie) chapters are up with the same name + "Vergil Chapter" and "Nero Chapter", respectively.

Dante

“Getting tired already, babe? I figured you’d last longer!”

You usually loved Dante’s convinced smile and cocky demeanor. That day, you wanted to tear it off his face, though. With your sword.

The best thing about living with the Legendary Devil Hunter was being able to get some one-on-one training with the absolute best. You were one hell of a human devil hunter – as Dante defined it himself – but you figured you could always get better.

It was a lazy day at the shop when you came up with the idea. You had been training some new moves with a brand-new sword: a beautiful devil arm, crafted by the gunsmith artisan herself, Nico Goldstein, for you to slash demons in two during your jobs. It came from the weapons of a Hell sentinel you happened to fight one day – and Dante himself had to point out how impressed he was to see you tearing down that thing.

Hell sentinels weren’t easy to destroy, and you did it masterfully.

But that new sword meant getting used to it: the balance, the weight, the moves, how fast it could go, how slow it should be, how heavy attacks could damage enemies, how faster attacks could help you… It was a whole new world of moves and weapon mastery – which made you look at the devil arms master himself.

Dante was sitting by his desk, his feet on it as per usual, while reading a random magazine. It featured Nico as a gunsmith – her work with devil arms only known by those in the field, though – and Dante seemed to be enjoying the read.

Actually, he looked quite proud of the Goldstein girl: she was definitely making Nell proud as well.

You leaned back on the couch, resting your Hell Sentinel on your lap. Dante was incredible to your eyes: he could master a devil arm almost immediately after touching it. Of the two brothers, Vergil had a lot of occult knowledge – you had to admit that, after all your studies, he could even surpass you in that department – but Dante had knowledge in weapon mastery. You had no idea how many weapons he could use, but he seemed to be beyond good with all of them.

Hell, he could even easily use a motorcycle as a deadly devil arm, for crying out loud.

You could master the Hell Sentinel on your own, yes. But asking for some help wouldn’t hurt.

“Dante… May I ask you something?” You made your way to his desk, sitting on the edge of it while holding the Hell Sentinel; its tip barely touching the ground.

“Anytime, hot stuff. I am but your humble servant.” He lowered the magazine almost immediately, always with his goofy tone. “Shoot, pretty eyes. What do you need from me?”

“I need you to be my master.” As the words fell from your lips, Dante let a mischievous smile play on his. You immediately laughed, rolling your eyes and slapping his hand on the table. “Not like that, you dirty ass!”

“Well, it’s not my fault you chose those set of words, babe!” He laughed back, taking his feet from the table and resting his elbows on it, leaning towards you. “What kind of master, then?”

“My devil arms master.” You explained, raising the Hell Sentinel from the floor and resting it on your shoulders. “You see, I got this brand-new big-ass sword to learn its moves and I am learning it, but I thought it’d be a lot more effective if I had someone to train with. Someone who can perfectly master devil arms with a single touch.”

You glanced at Dante with high esteem in your eyes. You could see his playful smile, always chatting as if it was some kind of banter between you two, but his sky-blue gaze held so much care and it even looked somewhat bashful.

Dante was always so fast on dismissing compliments: he knew how to take criticism and harsh words, but he didn’t know how to take praises.

“Well…” And you could clearly see he didn’t even know how to respond to that: you had the power to make Dante speechless with just a few simple words. “I’m just glad you think that of me, y/n.” His answer was on a lower tone, something more intimate between you both. Dante rarely used that tone, but his eyes had sincere admiration and that kind of humbleness only he could have. “So… When do we start?”

You smiled back, so pleased he had agreed to that. You both found some time and decided upon a place: an old, abandoned building, that some guy Dante worked for once told him he could train there whenever he needed – as a way of thanking the devil hunter for saving his family. Knowing Dante, he probably settled with that as payment instead of money.

As for the training itself… He never seemed to stop, even to take a single breath.

“Well, I’m sorry I don’t have your hellish stamina to keep me going, give me a three second break, will ya?” You quipped back at his ‘I figured you could last longer’ remark. Resting the Hell Sentinel on the ground, you kept one of your arms entangled on it, leaning your weight while you took a breath.

“Oh, you never seemed to have any problems with my stamina before!” That smile. Oh, you wanted to punch that beautiful smile out of there. And kiss that stupid mouth later. “You asked me to train you, babe! That’s what I’m doin’!”

“Yeah, and you’re holding back.” You took a deep breath, getting back at your posture again. Dante raised his eyebrows, as if surprised by your comment.

“Oh, am I now?”

“Yeah, you are.” You glanced at him with fire in your eyes. Dante had to admit he loved that look in you. It suited the strength in your soul. “I know how you fight, and I’ve seen you training. You are holding back. Doesn’t matter how human I am, I gotta train to kill demons, right? You can train me better.”

“Hey, y/n, you’re already tired. Don’t push yourself too much.” He was a little worried, yes. It was times like these you knew Dante cared: all his playful demeanor vanished, giving space to a serious, responsible one. He wasn’t as carefree and inconsequent as everyone thought. You knew Dante was much more attuned to his responsibilities than people gave him credit for – even more when it meant putting someone he loved in harm’s way.

You’d go through Hell and back defending Dante was even more responsible than Vergil in many ways. But that subject always welcomed chaos at the Devil May Cry.

“Tired my ass. I just needed to breathe a little – didn’t your mother ever told you humans need to do that from time to time?” You were angry and playful at the same time, making him smile a bit. Dante didn’t want to accept your demand to keep on training so easily, but that was the kind of comeback he couldn’t take in a serious tone. “What are you afraid of? Breaking me? I must warn you, red devil, despite trying, life didn’t do that to me yet. It’s gonna take more than a whacky pizza eating devil hunter to break me.”

“Whacky pizza eating devil hunter? Oh, that way you might hurt my feelings, lil’ human made of crystal.” Dante would never resist a banter war with you. Never. It was one of his weaknesses, and you both loved it. “Who knows? I might touch you and you’ll break in a thousand lil’ pieces. Try explaining that to Trish later.”

“I’d be a little more worried trying to explain why you’ll be back with your clothes in rags again this time.”

When you had enough of talking – something Dante prolonged so you could catch your breath properly – both of you attacked in synchrony. Dante was still holding back, but this time he attacked with more of his strength, making you use a lot more of yours when defending his attack with the Hell Sentinel.

“You sure you don’t want me to hold back, babe?”

“I asked you to train me, not to babysit me, Dante. I can’t have you around every fight, can I?” You looked back at his sky-blue eyes. Dante was having fun, as much as you. “I always stood up for myself and I’ve always fought on my own. Don’t worry about me.”

If you didn’t put all your strength to throw an unaware Dante away and make him stumble on his own feet trying to get his balance back, he’d have responded with an “I’m so freaking proud of you, you hell of a human” or something along those lines. It would probably ruin the rest of the training, so it was good for you to do that.

One of the hardest things for Dante to resist was the sheer strength and survival spirit you had inside. That was what he called humanity – what made you so different from demons. It was that kind of passion, fueled by love and anger, that helped you and your kind survive in the most adverse situations. He adored it.

Regaining his focus, you kept on sparring, something Dante did a lot with Vergil. You loved watching him spar with his brother: they were both on the same level of power and ability, it was like spectating a deadly dance. More than once, Nico appeared with a bucket of popcorn and – despite initial complaining from his part – you, her and Nero kept on watching Dante and Vergil dueling in order to learn something new.

On your and Nero’s end, it was about the moves. On Nico’s, it was about the use of devil arms. She was always so hyped to see Dante using five to six devil arms in just one fight while Vergil kept on faithful to Yamato. Such different styles, but so effective against each other.

“Nice! Well put defense right there!” Dante smiled proudly after you blocked one of his heavy attacks. “You’re gettin’ pretty good at this, babe!”

“Are you sure? Hold on a minute…” You didn’t even have to finish your sentence: Dante had already lowered his sword and took his time to take a few deep breaths – more like a habit than a necessity. “It didn’t seem right. I think I did something wrong…”

“You blocked it. Even if the movement was wrong, you did what you had to do, and it worked. That’s what matters.” He rested one of his hands on his hips. “No need to go full Verge with ‘all movements must be the peak of perfection in order to achieve true power’.”

You had to laugh at the way he threw his hair back and mimicked his brother’s speech. It was stupid sibling rivalry at its finest.

“No, no, no, it’s not like that…” You shook your head, still laughing a bit. “Well. It is a little. But hear me out: it didn’t feel right. You showed me the movement, but… Like, do I have to turn my torso? Like this? I mean, my feet are one on front, one on the back, far apart and something felt wrong.”

“Hmmm, lemme see… Here, I’ll stand by your side, we can see it better.” Dante did exactly what he said: by your side, same position as you, he had his torso turned to your back – close enough to guide you, but not enough to accidentally hit you. “Show me what you did.”

You did the same movement as before and he was careful enough to copy it and avoid hitting you with his sword. Dante held that thing as if it was made of feathers, and it never ceased to amaze you. He managed the weight masterfully, using it to make the sword slash faster or controlling his strength to make it go as slow as possible.

Of course, the fact he was built like a brick wall helped. But you couldn’t help yourself from always admiring how good he was at it.

“Yeah, you gotta turn your torso, but make sure your back foot turns around with your body as well. See?” He looked back, making you glance at his foot. You copied his movement and suddenly everything made sense. You didn’t feel like you were spinning uncomfortably around yourself anymore. “There ya go. That way your body can balance the weight of the sword better and you’ll avoid contusions.”

“See? Without you I’d be all bruised and sore already.” You did the movement a few more times to test it, as Dante just smiled back, observing if he needed to correct something else. Again, not knowing how to deal with compliments. “Heavier weapons are a little more difficult for me. I’m used to lighter ones.”

“Lucky for you, I’ve got a lot of knowledge on that!” Dante laughed proudly, putting his own sword aside. While watching you, he could point out a few things that might help. “Here, let me show you how to do it better. Can I touch you, babe?”

“Yeah, go ahead.” Those were words you’d never say to anyone else. Dante was one of the very few people that could enter your personal space so freely.

“When holding a heavy sword like this one, you have to adjust your grip and stance. You’re holdin’ it like your lightweight scythe.” Dante stood right behind you, covering your hands with his. He made you change your grip: separating your hands a little, making you apply more pressure on your fingers and transfer a lot of strength to your grip. After adjusting it, he lightly kicked your feet for you to adjust your stance – now, more balanced on both legs, feeling a lot more natural. “See? Your strength comes not only from your arms, but from your core as well. That’s what will help you control the sword better.”

You both held the Hell Sentinel with just one hand, and you experienced Dante’s mastery of sword weight: he helped you wave the sword from side to side, at first faster, and then slowly, depending on both of your arms’ strength to keep it on that rhythm. His grip seemed to be a lot lighter after a while, trusting on your hand to keep at it.

“You know, I always admire when you do that.” You spoke from your heart, making his beat a little faster. Dante always felt like his face would catch on fire when you said that kind of thing – luckily, it never did. “Hopefully I’ll be able to do that someday.”

“Well, you’re already doin’ it, babe. I’m just here to keep you company.”

As Dante answered, you furrowed your brows. His hand was still holding yours, so what did he mean by that?

Until you noticed it: Dante was just helping guide the movements, he wasn’t applying strength anymore. Like a maestro conducting a deadly orchestra, he was only guiding you – but your strength was doing all the work. All the talking made you start training in autopilot, just like he did.

You stopped on your tracks and had to look back at him with an expression that could only be defined as that of a person who just discovered flamingos bend their knees backwards.

“You are a genius.”

And Dante had to laugh. More than he thought he would. It was safe to say he never thought he’d be called that – during his lifetime, Dante had been called a lot of things, but you always seemed to have only the kindest of words for him. He might not know how to react to it, but you’d never stop saying them: Dante only had to get used to it, as he did with demon hunting.

You’d keep on training for hours, losing track of time when having fun together. It was indeed much better learning from the Legendary Devil Hunter than trying to do it all by yourself – what you’d take weeks to master on your own, Dante taught you in an intensive lesson sprinkled with laughs, pauses to correct movements and topped with some evening pizza.

He thought it couldn’t get even more perfect – until you both ended the night in the bathtub, soaking and massaging each other’s sore muscles so you wouldn’t get any serious bruises or contusions. As Dante leaned by the tub with your tired self almost sleeping with your head against his chest, he smiled to himself, unconsciously playing with a strand of your hair, messily tied in a bun.

He could train you any time.

#dante x reader #dante x you #dante imagine #devil may cry imagines #devil may cry fanfiction #dmc imagines #dmc fanfic #devil may cry #dante sparda #dmc dante #I lost control on word county #and I am sorry #but this was too much fun

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your-daily-biaswrecking · 3 years

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Needy

pairing: Kim Namjoon x female reader (guest star Yoongi)

genre: smut, established relationship au

word count: 4.3k | reading time: 20 min

summary: Dating Kim Namjoon comes with its advantages and disadvantages. The later mainly being working so much all you get to see of him is in his studio. But you're a needy bitch. And if you have to get what you want while he works, you will do just that.

warnings: hard dom namjoon, bratty sub reader, cockwarming, daddy kink, dirty talk, degradation, praise, choking, spanking, unprotected sex, oral m.receiving, orgasm denial, studio sex, slight exhibitionism, aka the one where namjoon discovers he likes public sex and exhibitionism.

A/N: Amy=Army=reader because I prefer using a name instead of y/n

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Time slipping closer to the comeback dates meant missing-your-boyfriend hours grew more frequent. You never complained, just like he didn't either, but you were clingy by nature and finding any way to be even in the same room as Namjoon had become your top priority. At first, sleeping in his arms at night was enough. In about a week it became apparent that waking hours were paramount, so you started joining him for lunch. No matter how short and rushed it had to be. But the more he worked on the group's comeback, the less attention he could pay, always distracted and keeping your interactions to small talk. Eating with him wasn't sating your hunger anymore.

"I'm sorry, baby," he would say when he would realize you had been talking this whole time.

You honestly didn't mind. Simply wanted to be by his side. "It's okay, sweetie. Everything alright?"

He sighed and caressed your hand laying on the table. "I just miss you. I have to stay to work extra hours again and I won't see you again and I miss you. That's all."

You replicated his small, soft smile. "I can stay with you. I'll bring my laptop and we can both work together. That way we won't be alone."

Namjoon smirked. "You know I can't concentrate with you in the room," he declared with a low tone in his voice and slightly squeezed your hand.

Suddenly, you were fighting a smile on your lips while your eyes raced to the floor as if you were too shy to face your own boyfriend. Then you pouted. "No, we'll just work. I will be working too, I'll be so quiet, you won't even know I'm there."

And so you did. You took the small couch while he had his back to you, working on his computer. The sound of both of your keyboards was filling the room, along with the slight whispers of the music playing through Namjoon's headphones. It was after-hours and they went by mostly uninterrupted, except for the occasional visit by a manager or a member –usually the rappers– to deliver some type of message. The boys would smile softly at the sight of you, and you replied with a raise of your shoulders to state the obvious.

"Can I sit on your lap?" You asked Namjoon once after you had given up on your work and were battling falling asleep on that comfortable couch while you waited for him to call it a day, or more accurately, a night.

He pulled his headphones to the side and turned to look at you. "My lap?"

You nodded. "I'll just sit there and you can work."

"Don't you want to work?"

"No, I want to be in your arms."

He bit his bottom lip. He eyed you up and down and then looked at his monitor. He knew it wasn't a good idea, but he figured he would just sound like a straight douche if he declined cuddle offers from his girlfriend, after she had been patiently putting up with him distancing for the past few weeks. So he turned back to you and patted his lap.

"Okay, hop on, kitty. But if you don't sit quietly, you'll be in trouble."

You had to bite back that shy smile again. Namjoon was asking you to sit quietly yet just by the way he asked, he made you crave that trouble he promised. But no, you were a good girl. You didn't want to disturb his work, it would only stress him out more. You straddled his lap and huddled on his chest, trying to make yourself as small as possible so as not to restrict his movements in the least. You felt his big hand stroking your hair as you planted your head on his left shoulder, your nose close to his neck, tickling him with your warm breath. Before you knew it, you were asleep.

So now you almost didn't even bother pretending to work on that laptop of yours. Since Namjoon had been convinced that you could sit on his lap without causing trouble, and you had discovered how easy it was to relax when you were wrapped around him like that, you basically jumped in his lap right after you two settled in his studio. Namjoon played with your hair or gently squeezed the softer parts of your body every time he paused to think. He found it helped him work even better. His own little stress relief toy.

"Oh- uh… Sorry- um…" Yoongi squealed when he walked into the studio and saw the two of you tangled like so.

Namjoon turned to face the older member and simply shook his head. "Oh, she's just sleeping," he whispered.

Yoongi now opened the door more widely and stood up straighter to take a better look at you. "Oh…" he exhaled with a smile. "Like that?"

"Yeah… she can't stay away from me."

"Cute…"

At that, you decided to lift your head and look at Yoongi's general direction. "I'm awake!" you stated loudly then immediately dropped your head back down.

The other man chuckled slightly before he informed Namjoon on something about their manager, this and that, and left. Anyone walking into the studio was met with what appeared like an adorable scene that they quickly became accustomed to, and even your boyfriend seemed to think completely innocently of it now. Which meant you were the only one quietly suffering because of his cologne and the warmth of his crotch under yours.

You tried to sit there quietly. You tried to fall asleep. But it had been days since you and Namjoon had done anything other than work, and that promised trouble was becoming more and more appealing. You circled your fingertips at the base of his neck, contemplating whether you should grid yourself on him to get him to fuck you on that desk as a punishment, or be a good girl so that you don't lose your lap privileges.

But you wanted more than your lap privileges. You truly were so clingy, it wasn't enough that you were sitting on him like that; you wanted to feel more of him. You bit your lip and controlled yourself, catching your breath on purpose so that he wouldn't notice it had gotten heavier and warmer on his neck. You could practically hear his deep voice vibrating something like "you little minx" in case you exposed yourself, which in turn made your struggles even harder.

You squirming on his lap was probably registered as you squirming in your sleep by your boyfriend. Indeed, you kept your eyes tightly closed to play the role, too. You swallowed, again and again, excess saliva flooding your mouth from all the dirty thoughts passing your mind, like a dog dreaming of a delicious meal. But you stayed put. You sat quietly, just like he had asked. Because you were a good girl and you knew you would be awarded for that eventually.

"Baby…" you whispered with a pout in your lips. Today you had worn a skirt and as you sat on Namjoon's lap, the only thing covering your heat was your lace panties. Today you would get that award you craved the whole week. "Namjoon, baby…" you whined again to get your boyfriend's attention.

He looked at you with wide eyes, pausing whatever he was doing and sliding his headphones off. "What's that, kitten?"

Your eyes dropped down as your fingers played with the hem of his shirt. "I–" you gulped, "I want you inside me."

You heard nothing, no reaction. So you looked up again and Namjoon was just staring at you. "You know we can't do that here, kitten…"

You bounced slightly on his lap in protest. Luckily for you, you found out your boyfriend had already started to get hard under you. So you continued. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed yourself on him, making him suck in a breath.

"Ohh... I'm not asking for anything too much. I just want you inside me."

"Inside you?"

You nodded. "Yes, yes. I just want to feel you. Can you just… just put it inside me?"

Namjoon laughed. "Baby, if I put it inside you there is no way it won't lead to something more…"

But you shook your head frantically. For good measure, you ground yourself on him, too. "No, no, I promise! I won't even move. I'll just go right to sleep like I do every day. You know, you've seen how quietly I can sit like that. You can trust me, right?"

Namjoon bit his bottom lip aggressively as he watched you act all innocent and cute while talking about putting his dick in you. He took one too many seconds to answer, so you took the initiative to move your hands to his pants and unbutton them. His hands grabbed your hips. Not to stop you. Just to hold you forcefully as he processed what was happening.

"So you– you want to do… cockwarming?"

In response, you took one of his hands and guided it under your skirt, to your already wet core. His fingers felt your arousal through the lace. Suddenly, all signs of demur disappeared from his face.

"Hm, does your little hole feel empty without me, kitten? You want me to fill you up?"

You bit your lip as you nodded, your hands moving again to completely undo his pants and pull them down just a bit. You palmed him through his boxers and his fingers massaged your clit over your panties. You pulled his dick out and saw how it sprang up, almost to full hardness already. Quickly, you spat on your hand a generous amount and used that to pump him up and down a few times. Namjoon groaned and pushed your panties away, two fingers teasing at your entrance.

"Do you need prepping? Or can you take my cock as it is?" he asked you as he slipped his two fingers easily in.

"Namjoon," you moaned his name quietly. "Don't get me too horny, just put your dick inside me." He raised his eyebrows at your commanding attitude. "Unless you don't want me to be good," you added with a raised eyebrow of your own.

Chuckling, he pulled his fingers out and grabbed your hips again. He guided you over his dick. "Alright, kitten. Sit on that cock and don't. Move."

You sank, taking him in inch by inch, the thickness stretching you out so much it burned. You allowed yourself to moan out as quietly as you could, still struggling to fit all of him inside you. Namjoon kept a hand on your hips to guide you down, while the other caressed the side of your head.

"That's right," he praised you. "Take all of me, baby. I know you can."

With his encouraging words, you took a deep breath and moved down until your pussy had swallowed him whole, his head now nudging at your cervix.

"There, there… that's great," Namjoon cooed. He brushed his palm over your cheek and made you look at him. "How does this feel?"

"Oh, it feels good…" you said, dragging out the last word while letting your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your boyfriend gave you a sweet kiss on your forehead.

"So, did you get what you wanted, kitten?"

"Mm, yes, daddy, thank you," you moaned.

His thumb ran over your lips and he pinched your chin. You opened your eyes to look at him. "Now… will you sit there quietly and let me do my job?"

You nodded lazily. "Yes. Yes, daddy, I will."

Namjoon smiled and gave you a quick peck. He looked down, pushing your skirt out and adjusting it so that it covered both of you up. He put his headphones back on and you, just like you promised, laid your head on his shoulder again and sat there quietly. Your position ultimately not changing at all and it still seemed very sinless, with the only exception that you were now so deliciously full and finally sated.

You tried to calm your breathing down. You clenched and unclenched around him involuntarily and he released a warning groan in response. It was hard to stay still at first, but once you got used to his length stretching your walls, it was surprisingly relaxing. He was big and warm and the most comfortable thing you had experienced in your life. You had never felt closer to your boyfriend than at that moment. You loved it in a very possessive way.

From now on this would be the only seat you'd ever take.

Namjoon loved it too. He didn't expect you to actually sit still, secretly wanted you to act out so that he could teach you a lesson afterwards. But now you looked as peaceful as a baby breastfeeding. It was funny how something so dirty made you look so chaste, and how that in return made you look, well... hot. He sighed. He really didn't think he would be the one having trouble controlling himself. Your pussy was moving slightly around him every time you squirmed, and he felt every single thing. Yet you had managed to drift into a light sleep, your cheek pressed on his collarbone, your lips apart, your breaths long and warm on his neck.

So pretty… So cute. Namjoon would make sure to fuck you so well when you two got home.

"Hey, Namjoon!"

Namjoon jumped right as the studio door opened wide. He hands quickly grabbed your hips, ready to push you away and pretend nothing was happening.

"Oh, is she sleeping?" Yoongi whispered and walked closer to them.

Namjoon froze. He looked down, your skirt was still covering you up. Then he looked at the other man. He seemed blissfully unaware of what was going on in there.

And that, for some reason, made Namjoon's dick throb.

"Um, ye-yeah."

"Heh, she's so cute when she sleeps on you like that."

Namjoon bit the inside of his cheek hard. His hips moved forward on their own accord, pushing further inside you so slightly that the moment went by unnoticed. But not by you. A tiny whine echoed from your throat.

"Hm, yes. What's up?" he answered, his voice husky.

Yoongi started talking, but if Namjoon were to be honest with himself, he didn't hear a thing he said. All he could register was his dick getting even harder while your pussy got tighter around him. He tried to stay still as he stared forcefully into his friend's eyes. What if he realised?

God, the thought alone made him suck in a deep breath.

"Okay?" Yoongi's voice was barely made out inside the younger's foggy head. But he managed to nod. "Can you do that for me?"

"Hyung..." Namjoon sighed. Just as Yoongi frowned at his friend's odd voice, you moved around, clinging closer to Namjoon, cutting off his oxygen supply completely. "Yes! Yes, I will!" he literally choked out.

The other rapper gave him an up and down and Namjoon would never dare admit how his eyes on the two of you made his stomach shrink. But he would admit to how he felt ready to combust and if you weren't left alone within the next thirty seconds, he would no longer care about details such as privacy.

"Cool," Yoongi mumbled, moving back towards the door yet still facing you. "Thanks, man. I owe you one."

The moment the door clicked closed, Namjoon gasped hard, taking in all the air he was missing. His hands -still on your hips- held you tighter, tight enough to leave bruises, as he panted and moved his hips slowly into you.

"Stop pretending you're sleeping," he demanded. A couple of seconds of silence passed, and then he felt your lips gently land on his neck in a small kiss, trying to play innocent. He snorted. "You–"

"Everything okay, daddy?" you asked in the purest voice you could master.

"No!" he exclaimed, dropping his head back on his chair. He thrust up as much as he could, but since he was already buried to the brim, there wasn't much space to move. "No, I'm not okay!" he growled. You immediately bit your lip, pulling your head away so that you could finally face him. He leaned slightly forward but the moment his eyes fell on you, his head hit his chair again. "Move!"

"But, daddy, you–"

"Fuck, Amy, if you don't– move!"

His hands pushed you slightly off him, and he immediately thrust into you. Hard. You had no choice but to cry out. Another thrust and you felt like you couldn't hold yourself up anymore, falling on his chest and clinging to him desperately.

"Nam-" you tried to talk, but the man had found his position and was drilling into you at a never before seen speed. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and all you could do was have your jaw hung open and a moan escape freely with every hit on your spot. He was animalistic, growling and groaning loudly with no regards to the public building you were in, and most importantly, without even noticing your attempts to slow him down. You pushed your palms on his shoulders, trying to lift yourself, but in response, he just bit down on your neck and made you moan harder.

This... This is exactly what you wanted. Wasn't it?

"Namjoon, the door is unlocked," you managed to whisper while he was licking your neck up and down aggressively. He just hummed in response. At least he heard your voice. "What if somebody comes in?"

Your boyfriend moaned. He slowed down, his right hand leaving your hip to move higher up, ruffling your shirt, squeezing your breast and wrapping around your throat. You gasped right as he tightened his grip.

"Let them see," Namjoon mumbled. His grip around your throat tightened even more and his hips picked up the pace again. But now, you had no way of making any sound other than choking. Namjoon moaned louder. "Oh, let them watch."

He finally let you breathe and right away he crushed his lips to yours, pulling you deep down on his dick and grinding inside you. You had never seen this side of him before and you couldn't help but drip arousal around his base. Just seeing how into it he seemed to be made you get closer to your climax.

"Bounce on my cock, you slut. Isn't this what you wanted from the beginning?" your boyfriend growled in your ear and you whined, immediately obeying. Jumping up and down.

"Daddy..." you moaned for his attention, getting closer and closer.

A hard slap on your right butt cheek. "Faster. Do it how you know you wanted it." Another slap.

Leaning forward you found a new momentum to slide up and down his dick faster, and his breathing instantly changed. You looked up through your lashes at him, gawking at his expression, face hot with coy and pride.

"Like that, daddy?"

He groaned, staring right into your eyes. "So needy," he mumbled. "Such a desperate slut, constantly wanting praise. Is that what you want, baby? For me to praise you?"

You almost missed your rhythm due to the effect his words had on you. "Da... Daddy..." was all you could say.

He held you from the ass, helping you move since you were so close to cumming it was getting hard. "Hm? You want me to praise that warm, wet pussy of yours that takes my dick so well?" You had to moan. "So well-" he repeated, "-that I can't resist it?"

"Daddy, I'm gonna-"

"You fuck me so well, baby. Hm, is that what you want me to say?" Namjoon continued teasing. "You're so good..."

"I'm gonna cum!"

Suddenly, you were empty. Namjoon had pulled out of you and pushed you away.

"Oh no, baby. You don't get to cum."

Your mouth dropped open, the sweat that glistened all over your face probably evaporating at how hot it suddenly got. "Wh- what?"

The man in front of you gave you the most shit-eating grin you had seen in a while. He got up from the chair and stood in front of you. "What? You really thought you would be rewarded with an orgasm after everything you pulled?"

You pouted. "But..."

Namjoon held your chin gently and smiled down at you smugly. "You've been too naughty, sweetness. Now, if you get on your knees for me, I might make you cum when we get home."

You bit your lips so hard it hurt. "Daddy..." you whined in the most seductive voice you had in you, giving him your big, puppy eyes. But he just released your chin and raised his eyebrows.

"On. Your. Knees."

Gulping, you lowered yourself down. If Namjoon said knees then knees it would be. You looked up at him and he sighed heavily at the attractive sight.

"Now, open up for me, baby."

You opened your mouth and drew your tongue out as far as you could, which seemed to please him a lot. Grabbing his dick at the base, he ran his head over your tongue. Getting desperate again, you closed your lips around him and sucked the head. That earned you a hiss. His fingers were suddenly all in your hair, his head fallen back, as he picked up right where he had left. He pushed the first couple of inches of his dick in and out of you fast until you were used to it and you swallowed more of him in. You couldn't take all of him, but you didn't need to: the tightness of the back of your mouth was all Namjoon needed to feel from you.

"Oh, God…" Namjoon moaned and you knew the moment the atheist started to call out to God, was the moment he was getting close. You grabbed his hips to halt his thrusts and instead just suck. Suck him hard enough to slurp his own soul if he had one. Hard enough to swallow his warm cum right as it was released down your throat.

You opened up your mouth with a satisfied "ah" to show him it was empty. Namjoon smiled and fell back on his chair, exhausted. Knowing you needed to be as good as you could in order to be rewarded afterwards, you gently tucked him back in his trousers while still on your knees, looking at him proudly.

"Did I make you feel good?"

Namjoon chuckled, ruffling his hair. "I swear all you ever–"

A knock on the door followed but a member right away. "Hey, Namjoon-ah, when-"

You both turned with dread to look at the door, finding a mortified Yoongi standing to it. His wide eyes moved from the fucked out looking man on the chair, to the girl on her knees in front of him, and he very wisely decided to disappear behind the closed door again without a word.

"Ah, shit…" Namjoon mumbled, but you just laughed.

"You know, he's probably still waiting for that translation," you said, which made your boyfriend look at you puzzlingly.

"What translation?"

You bit your bottom lip to prevent you from laughing again. "Babe! Earlier… he said he e-mailed you some lyrics he wanted you to translate to English. You said you'd do it."

His face scrunched up to the saddest 'oh' you had seen. "I h– I didn't– I..."

You showed your teeth in an 'oopsie' way. "Oh, well... At least now he knows what took so long."

Namjoon moved off the chair and pulled you up with him. "I need to– I mean, I should probably talk to him. I don't know, say it wasn't what it looked like? Would that sound believable?"

You chuckled again, getting on your tippy-toes to try and fix his hair. "Looking like that? Not so much."

Namjoon looked at his reflection on the black screen of his computer to fix what he could. "You should go home, baby. I'll stay here to make this right."

"What? No, but you promised to make me cum when we get home," you whined like the spoiled brat you were.

But your boyfriend grabbed your jacket, waiting for you to wear it. "Yeah, but that was before you got me in trouble, you brat."

You pouted. "No, I'm not going."

He rolled his eyes and grabbed your arms to push them through your jacket sleeves. "Get home now, Amy, before I change my mind and not let you cum at all."

You were ready to throw a tantrum, but as you were guided toward the door, you just turned and looked at him very seriously. "Namjoon, I swear to you, if you let me go now I'll find a better way of getting myself off tonight," you threatened.

But he laughed. "Oh, okay. Tell me, do you wanna go apologize to Yoongi perhaps?"

You shrugged nonchalantly. "Perhaps. At least he'd let me cum, wouldn't he?" you commented as you opened the door and were ready to leave. But Namjoon slammed it closed again. His arms caged you against it as he loomed over you.

"I have a better idea. You go home right now, undress, get in bed and wait for me without touching yourself at all, like a good girl, and I'll make you cum until you beg me to stop," Namjoon whispered darkly. You seemed to consider it. "There is no alternative, sweetness. You'll do as I tell you."

So you smiled. You gave him a little kiss on the cheek and agreed. Well, at least he thought you did. Because you were definitely going to disobey him by touching yourself back home until you had wet your bed waiting for him. Waiting for the punishment he'd come up with then...

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The Unknown Muggleborn - Chapter 7

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Christmas was coming. One morning in mid-December, Hogwarts wakes up to find itself covered in several feet of snow. The lake freezes solid and the Weasley twins were punished for bewitching several snowballs so that they followed Quirrell around, bouncing off the back of his turban, (Y/n) watching with a smirk on her face. The few owls that had managed to battle their way though the stormy sky to deliver mail had to be nursed back to health by Hagrid before they could fly off again.

"I do feel so sorry," says Draco Malfoy during a Potions class, "for all those people who have to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas because they're not wanted at home, or those who have to stay at someone else's house because they have no parents," he adds, (Y/n) staring at her perfected potion, her eyes flashing a silver before flickering back to green; Hermione shoots him a hateful glare.

The blond had been staring at Harry and (Y/n) as he had spoke, Crabbe and Goyle chuckling. Harry, who had been measuring powdered spine of lion-fish, ignores him. Malfoy had been even more unpleasant than usual since the Quidditch match. Disgusted that the Slytherins had lost, he had tried to get everyone laughing at how a wide-mouthed tree frog would be replacing (Y/n) as Seeker next; then he'd realized that nobody had found this funny, because everyone had been so impressed on how well (Y/n) had managed to stay on her broom. So Malfoy, jealous and angry, had gone back to taunting Harry and (Y/n) about having, either, no proper family, or no family at all.

(Y/n) had just turned in a vile of her potion, Snape looking at it, then nods, scribbling a 100 into his grade-book, nodding to the girl. "Ten points to Gryffindor," he announces to the class, everyone looking up, "for Miss (L/n)'s perfect potion." (Y/n) shoots a smirk at Malfoy, who had been trying to outdo her in Potions from the first class. Hermione, Harry, Ron, and the Spences hiding smiles as steam practically gushes from Malfoy's ears.

When they leave the dungeons at the end of Potions, they find a large fir tree blocking the corridor ahead. Two enormous feet sticking out at the bottom and a loud puffing sound tells them that Hagrid is behind it.

"Hey Hagrid, need any help?" Ron asks, sticking his head through the branches.

"Nah, I'm alright, thanks, Ron."

"Would you mind moving out of the way?" Malfoy's cold drawling voice comes from behind them. "Are you trying to earn some extra money, Weasley? Hoping to be gamekeeper yourself when you leave Hogwarts, I suppose — that hut of Hagrid's must seem like a palace compared to what your family's used to."

Ron dives at Malfoy just as Snape comes up the stairs.

"WEASLEY!"

Ron lets go of the front of Malfoy's robes.

"Professor, Malfoy was insulting his family," (Y/n) says, taking a step forward towards the Potions Master.

"Five points from Slytherin," Snape tells Malfoy, and Malfoy sends a hateful glare at (Y/n).

The Potions Master walks away and Malfoy turns to (Y/n).

"What's wrong Draco?" (Y/n) asks in false sympathy. "Feel bad being worse than a orphaned Mudblood?" she asks, stepping towards the blond.

"Shut up!" He says. "My father will hear about this (L/n), and then you'll be sorry," he says.

(Y/n) glances around, "Look's like he's not here. See you around, Blondie," (Y/n) says, turning around and walking back towards Hagrid and her friends, all of them were staring at her with wide eyes.

"That was bloody brilliant," Ron says, and (Y/n) laughs. "I'll get him," Ron says suddenly, grinding his teeth. "One of these days, I'll get Malfoy -"

"I hate them both, Snape and Malfoy," says Harry.

"Come on, cheer up. It's nearly Christmas," says Hagrid. "Tell yeh what, come with me an' see the Great Hall, looks a treat."

So the six of them follow Hagrid and his tree off to the Great Hall, where Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick are busy with the Christmas decorations.

"Ah, Hagrid, the last tree — put it in the far corner, would you?"

The hall looks spectacular. Festoons of holly and mistletoe hang all around the walls, and no less than twelve towering Christmas trees stand around the room, some sparkling with tiny icicles, some glittering with hundreds of candles.

"How many days you got left until yer holidays?" Hagrid asks.

"Just one," says Hermione. "And that reminds me — Harry, Ron, (Y/n) we've got half an hour before lunch, we should be in the library."

"Oh yeah, you're right," says Ron, tearing his eyes away from Professor Flitwick, who has golden bubbles blossoming out of his wand and is trailing them over the branches of the new tree.

"The library?" says Hagrid, following them out of the hall. "Just before the holidays? Bit keen, aren't yeh?"

"Oh, we're not working," Harry tells him brightly. "Ever since you mentioned Nicolas Flamel we've been trying to find out who he is."

"You what?" Hagrid looks shocked. "Listen here — I've told yeh — drop it.It's nothin' to you what that dog's guardin'."

"Actually," (Y/n) interjects. "That's what their doing. Snape gave me extra homework over the break." (Y/n) rolls here eyes.

"Looks like being a Potions prodigy might not be such a good thing," Ron says, and (Y/n) rolls her eyes.

"We just want to know who Nicolas Flamel is, that's all," says Hermione.

"Unless you'd like to tell us and save us the trouble?" Harry adds. "We must've been through hundreds of books already and we can't find him anywhere — just give us a hint — I know I've read his name somewhere."

"I'm sayin' nothin'," said Hagrid flatly.

"Just have to find out for ourselves, then," say Ron, and they leave Hagrid looking disgruntled and hurries off to the library.

They had indeed been searching books for Flamel's name ever since Hagrid had let it slip, because how else were they going to find out what Snape was trying to steal? The trouble was, it was very hard to know where to begin, not knowing what Flamel might have done to get himself into a book. (Y/n) has the strangest feeling that she had heard or seen that name somewhere in her extra Potions homework. Flamel wasn't in Great Wizards of the Twentieth Century, or Notable Magical Names of Our Time;he was missing, too, from Important Modern Magical Discoveries, and A Study of Recent Developments in Wizardry. And then, of course, there was the sheer size of the library; tens of thousands of books; thousands of shelves; hundreds of narrow rows.

Hermione takes out a list of subjects and titles she had decided to search while Ron strode off down a row of books and started pulling them off the shelves at random. (Y/n) had taken out her Potions homework.

Harry wandered over to the Restricted Section. He had been wondering for a while if Flamel wasn't somewhere in there. Unfortunately, you needed a specially signed note from one of the teachers to look in any of the restricted books, and he knew he'd never get one. These were the books containing powerful Dark Magic never taught at Hogwarts, and only read by older students studying advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"What are you looking for, boy?"

"Nothing," answers Harry.

Madam Pince the librarian brandishes a feather duster at him.

"You'd better get out, then. Go on — out!"

Wishing he'd been a bit quicker at thinking up some story, Harry left the library. He, Ron, Hermione, and the twins had already agreed they'd better not ask Madam Pince where they could find Flamel. They were sure she'd be able to tell them,but they couldn't risk Snape hearing what they were up to.

Harry waits outside in the corridor to see if the other four had found anything, but he wasn't very hopeful. They had been looking for two weeks, after all, but as they only had odd moments between lessons it wasn't surprising they'd found nothing. What they really need was a nice long search without Madam Pince breathing down their necks.

Five minutes later, Ron, Hermione, and (Y/n) join him, Ron and Hermione shaking their head; they go off to lunch.

"You will keep looking while we're away, won't you?" asks Hermione. "And send me an owl if you find anything."

"And you could ask your parents if they know who Flamel is," says Ron. "It'd be safe to ask them."

(Y/n) lets out a laugh as Hermione continues.

"Very safe, as they're both dentists," says Hermione.

That evening has Hermione and (Y/n) and (Y/n) packing, getting ready to leave the following morning.

(Y/n) flops down on her bed and Marvel jumps up, her paws placed on (Y/n)'s cheeks.

(Y/n) smiles at Hermione as throws a blanket over (Y/n) and her cat.

The next morning, Hermione wakes up (Y/n) and (Y/n) places Marvel in her basket.

(Y/n) places the straps on her guitar and slings it over her back.

The two take their packed trunks downstairs, making sure to say goodbye to Harry and Ron before they leave.

The sisters take the carriages down to the Hogwarts' Express and they board the train.

(Y/n) pulls out her Potions homework and works through it, but gets stuck on the last question. She runs her hands through her sleek (H/c) hair.

Thinking for a while, she finally finally finishes the question, pulls her trunk off the shelf, and puts her homework inside.

"I feel so accomplished," (Y/n) grumbles, sitting back down and leaning her head against the window.

Marvel jumps out of her travel basket and hops into Hermione's lap.

(Y/n) glances at her guitar resting next to her in her seat before she picks it up and begins to strum.

Hermione smiles as (Y/n) finishes playing and then (Y/n) places the guitar on her back.

"Come on 'Mione," (Y/n) says pulling down her and her sister's trunks and Marvel's carrying basket.

Hermione's smile widens as she grabs her trunk and Marvel jumps onto her shoulder.

Hermione jumps down after (Y/n) and (Y/n)'s arm shoots out to steady Hermione as she stumbles.

Hermione beams at her sister and (Y/n) shakes her head, an amused light in her eyes.

The two walk through the barrier and it seems to be more dreary in the Muggle world then on Platform 9 and 3 Quarters.

"What happened?" (Y/n) murmurs to Hermione as they walk towards their parents.

"Hi Mum! Hi Dad!" Hermione says cheerfully and (Y/n) gives a little wave.

Mr. Granger gives (Y/n) a hug, and (Y/n) returns it warmly.

Mrs. Granger greets her adopted daughter with a kiss to the forehead and a hug.

"Hi Mum, Dad!" (Y/n) greets with a warm smile.

"Hi, girls," Mrs. Grangers says. "Let's get home."

"Best thing I've heard all day," (Y/n) says with a grin.

Mr. Granger laughs and the four - plus Marvel - walk out to the car.

"I dunno," Hermione says. "Your guitar playing skills are pretty great."

"Oh stop," (Y/n) says with a smile.

"I guess we'll have to hear it at home," Mrs. Granger says as Hermione and (Y/n) load their trunks into the boot of the car.

(Y/n) gently sets her guitar on the top of her trunk before Mr. Granger closes the boot.

(Y/n) climbs into the car next to her sister and Marvel jumps down to sit in between the two.

Listening to the radio on the way home, (Y/n) listens closely to the news:

"Legendary weapons developer Howard Stark, as well as his wife, was found dead a few days ago. The death of his parents seemingly haunted Tony Stark after the disappearance and presumed death of his daughter and girlfriend about ten years ago when he was around the age of nineteen."

Poor guy, (Y/n) thinks. Imagine loosing the love of your life, your daughter, and your parents. I guess I kind of know what that's like, though I wasn't old enough to comprehend it at the time.

Hermione glances over at her sister who was staring off into the distance.

As if sensing Hermione's gaze on her, (Y/n) looks back over at her with a warm smile.

Hermione shoots (Y/n) a quizzical look but (Y/n) shakes her head.

Marvel tilts her head and pads forward, thrusting her head under (Y/n)'s chin. (Y/n) smiles and scratches behind the kitten's ears.

(Y/n) strokes the kitten's black-and-white fur, remaining silent as the car ride goes on.

Once the four - plus Marvel - arrive back home, (Y/n) helps Mr. Granger unload the trunks from the back of the car, but not before slinging her guitar over her back.

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Love, Kaitlynn ❤😘

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getitinbusan · 4 years

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The Studio Sessions - Part 4

Smut Series

It's Min Yoongi's birthday and you're ready to give him whatever he wants. When he makes a sarcastic wish while blowing out the candles he didn't think you'd take it seriously. But he's glad you did.

When word spreads about these special "Studio Sessions" everyone wants to collaborate. A chaptered 0T7 smut.

These stand alone but why wouldn't you read them all?

The Collaborators so far:

Taehyung

Jimin

Namjoon & J hope

The Jin Collaboration

Moans, grunts and the sound of skin slapping on skin filled the air as the monitor played your sex scene on the oversized monitor. It was on it's second loop, Yoongi already watching it in full, had left to make sure you were okay.

Hand in hand you made your way back to the comfort of his studio. As he held the door open for you, your first sight was Jin standing in front of Yoongi's desk. His dick was in his hand furiously stroking himself as the video of Hoseok and Joon tag teaming you played.

"Is there anyone around here that doesn't want to fuck my girlfriend?" Yoongi startled him.

Nervously fumbling he tried to tuck himself back into his pants.

"What were you looking for Jin? Were you hoping to find something?" you asked in a teasing tone.

Stammering as his face blushed hot, "Taehyung...he told me I should come down here."

You cocked an eyebrow, "And what did Taehyung tell you you'd find if you did?"

He looked apprehensively at your boyfriend, "He said, Yoongi was letting you have sex with everyone."

Yoongi couldn't help but grin at how flustered you were making him. "If you thought I was going to fuck you, why are you in here all alone playing with yourself like a naughty little boy?"

Looking dejected and embarrassed he started to walk towards the exit.

"Do you like her?" Yoongi asked his Hyung. Jin turned back towards him and nodded, "Maybe if you ask her nicely she'll let you touch her."

Usually overconfident it was strange to see him so ruffled.

"Would you…" his voice was quiet, "I mean, can I?"

Feeling bad, you knew Jin hadn't been with anyone since his break up months ago. The split was partially because he had a penchant for being tied up and she thought it was strange. Her loss.

"I would, and you can."

He was clearly nervous about this whole situation watching closely as Yoongi moved to sit at his desk,

"You're staying in the room?" Jin seemed surprised. "Isn't that...weird?"

Yoongi laughed, "So to be clear, the weird part isn't that I'm letting everyone get off with my girlfriend, it's that I'm watching while she does it?"

Jin was getting his back up, "I just...I don't think I'm comfortable with you watching me."

While Jin was older, Yoongi never had a problem putting him in his place. "Don't flatter yourself, I've got better things to do than watch your wrinkly balls, take it or leave it."

Getting frustrated, their stupid arguing was pushing you further away from the finish line.

"Listen, Yoongi's going to do his work," you directed your statement towards him. "Which, may I remind you, is how this whole thing got started in the first place."

Looking at Jin, "You, you're going to get fucked so hard you'll forget he's even here, okay??"

Both men huffed out a "fine" before Yoongi turned in his chair and put his headphones on.

Standing face to face you ran your fingers through Jin's hair, giving it a firm tug you pulled his head down until his lips were on yours. He was practically purring, all thoughts of Yoongi forgotten as your tongue explored his mouth.

His eyes were closed and his lips were holding a grin, as your other hand rubbed over his chest. You could feel his fingers working the front buttons of your dress open. Pushing the thin fabric from your skin, your breast was left exposed, he pulled his lips from yours and stared hungrily.

Tracing the outline of your nipple with his index finger it hardened under his touch. He pulled his shirt off, the wet excitement growing between your legs. His chest and shoulders were like a chiseled Greek Adonis sculpture.

Working your tongue over his abdomen you pushed him backwards onto the couch. Straddling him, his cock was hard underneath you.

Removing your dress for the 4th time that day you rubbed your core over his denim covered cock. He felt huge, and you couldn't wait to get your mouth on him.

He groaned when you stood up, leaving your damp markings on his jeans. "Please don't stop," his desperate begging spurred you on.

Getting on your knees beside the couch you unzipped his pants, his boxers were BT21 and had RJ all over them.

"Always your own biggest fan huh?" You giggled at him, "Let's see what else you've got in here."

Reaching in he was unbelievably hard and wet, weeping with pre cum. "Are you excited for my mouth Oppa? I want to see what your cum tastes like."

He closed his eyes and his mouth parted like he wanted to say something but could only nod.

Wrapping your lips around him you only teased the tip, sucking gently but not going any deeper. Ignoring his shaft he was getting desperate trying to thrust into your throat.

He grabbed the top of your head to push you further onto his cock but you shoved his hands away. "That's not how this works," you scolded him. "Stand up and take your pants off."

As he stood undressing you looked around the room. Walking to the desk you ran your hands over Yoongi's shoulders and kissed his cheek.

Pulling one side of his head phones up you lifted the extra USB cables off his shelf, "mind if I borrow these?"

Smiling wide he nodded his approval. Jin, at first puzzled, lit up when he realized you were tying the cables into zip snares.

Wrapping his hands behind his back and his feet together you helped him onto the couch. "How's that feel? Are you comfortable?"

His cock was so agitated you were worried he may cum on his own. "I'm good, he panted out."

"Good won't do, I think we can do better than that."

Positioning your mouth you let out a hot breath over his testicles. Warming and relaxing them with your tongue you needed them to drop a little so you could safely bind them.

Satisfied with their position, you began tying his cock and balls together. The restricted blood flow would make sure his pleasure lasted a while.

He watched in reverence as you skillfully wound the cables, whimpering a little with the final tug to secure his confinement.

His cock stood up straight and stiff, "Do you want me to fuck it or suck it?" You queried out loud.

"Fuck it...please Y/N fuck it."

"I really need to cum Jin, I think I'll be able to focus on you more if I get off first," you teased.

He threw his head back in frustration as you squatted over his face. You let him struggle, tongue just out of reach. "You want a taste?"

Inserting a finger into yourself you pulled it back out and licked it clean. It was the perfect mix of this morning's escapades, Yoongi, Tae and Namjoons cum mixed with your own creamy excitement.

Lowering yourself onto his face you instructed, "Just a lick."

His tongue lapped you, swirling around your clit, you wanted more but it wasn't part of the game you were playing right now.

"That's enough," you said, placing yourself just out of reach again.

"I need you to cum Y/N, I can't take this teasing."

"I think you can, in fact, I think you like it."

Inserting your fingers back inside yourself you pumped them, aggressively masturbating over his face. Droplets of your juices had covered his skin by the time you'd finished satisfying yourself.

Hands still bound he was helpless, licking his face you cleaned up your own mess. "That feels better," you declared while leaning over to inspect his cock tie.

His abs were drizzled with strands of sticky pre cum, his desire to have you was extremely flattering.

"Let's take care of you."

You stroked his shaft watching it ooze before finally climbing on top of him. Slowly, torturously you enveloped his cock with your cunt.

Leaning back on your heels you rode him so you could both watch him entering you. "Jesus Jin, how the fuck don't you have a girlfriend?"

He was so hard, the way his head pressed into your g spot sent lightning through your body. Yoongi was staring at your bouncing tits as you got off, cumming all over his hyung. Jin's load was huge, unable to contain it, it leaked out all over him lying spent beneath you.

Reaching for your dress you carefully used it to wipe him off.

Undoing the cords carefully you massaged him, "Can you show me how to tie those sometime? he asked.

Yoongi chimed in from across the room "you can practice with those ones, I don't think I want them back."

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Yoongi laughed as your smile beamed towards him, "Pretty impressed with yourself aren't you?"

You nodded "I can't believe I still remember how to tie those knots."

He pulled you into his lap and kissed you, "how come you've never done that to me?"

"I didn't think you'd be interested."

"I didn't think so either until I saw you doing it."

You ran your fingers through his hair, "So today we've learned that you like watching, don't mind sharing, aren't opposed to taking a cock and kind of want me to tie you up?"

He laughed "What can you possibly have left in store for Jungkook?"

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Jungkook

Yoongi

@phoenicia1533

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pvrkacciosan · 3 years

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Part 6¦ Forgetful World

¦Previous Part

¦Creatures Within us masterlist

Taglist: @dreamiezpsycho @rockteezy (if you wish to be added just ask)

Arms folded over her chest Suki observed from the door way, watching Yeosang as he sat onto the bed next to Tia.

Everyone else had left a couple mintues ago, though some were more reluctant than others, especially after Yeosang's little display with the wall.

Her curiosity had gotten the best of her, clearly. Other wise she may not have been standing in the door way, observing the suspected pair of mates.

But no one had bothered to tell Yeosang, not yet anyway. No one wanted him to lash out and create further holes in the walls. They didn't even know if he had already figured it out or not.

He hadn't, but he was getting to a point of which he was begining to feel something more than attraction towards Tia but still nothing clicked.

Tia was next to him, fiddling with the touch cut edge of the fresh bandage thatay over the cut on her palm from the shard of glass she had previously used as a weapon. He took hold of her hand, this time she didn't pull away.

"I can't imagine how hard this must be for you"

She looked at him when he spoke, "H-how did...I lose my memories"

Tia's eyes were drawn to his lips when he brushed them with his fingers in thought, recollection of a past feeling made her own lips tingle, she bit the inside of them trying to stop the tingling from numbing her lips.

"Well...." from the corner of his eye Yeosang saw Suki stand up straighter against the door frame.

"there was a creature that bit you and when it did, it took your memories"

The frown lines deepend on her face, fingers brushing the bandage wrapped around the puncture wounds in her neck, sharing a look of understaning she concluded that the ache in her neck was because of that thing, whatever it was.

Mind fuzzy, she could feel something trying to brush its way to the surface of her mind,

blood red eye.

"I remember..." she cleared her throat, "I remember, red eyes glaring at me, then" she raised one hand to her neck "A sharp burning pain"

Yeosang had no idea how to actually proceed with this conversation, in order for her to fully understand what happened to her, of which he felt she had the right to know, but he didn't want to risk tarnishing her bright spirit with the darkness of his world.

But still she watched him with her blue eyes, awaiting an answer. "There are things in this world that are..... not human"

She didn't understand what he was getting at, but there was something inside her that stirred, ticking her head to the side he huffed.

"there-" he paused, he didn't want to down right tell her, damning her soul to this dark and unsafe world.

The increase of rogues, doubled with the rise in hunter activity had taken away their right to roam safely and freely. The mere thought of exposing Tia to that made his insides feel queezy.

Their gazes collided when he looked up from his lap, breathing shakily he took a leap of faith, "There are creatures which live in this world, werewolves, witches" her face softend and scrunched in confusion at the same time, "And vampires"

By the way Yeosang had left vampires till last. Tia concluded it was because of one, that she no longer had her memories.

Suki tensed at the door, along with Yeosang as they watched Tia, she stared off into space in the middle of the room, thinking, trying to recall or understand how the revelation didn't distrub her as much as it should have.

"What are you guys?" she didn't waver her gaze from the emtpy space of air when she spoke,

Yeosang flitted a wary look to Suki at the door before answering "I'm a werewolf so is Suki and everyone else in this house" Tia didn't look panicked, instead she didn't break their eye contact as she asked

"So you have change into a wolf?"

"Yes."

It was only now that she looked away from him, "Is it only on full moons?" her blue eyes shimmered with curiosity and not fear, which Yeosang took as a positive.

Shaking his head while chuckling, "No, I can shift whenever I please"

"Oh"

She didn't know what she had expected his answer to be, but the idea of him seeming so ordinary and being able to physically become a wolf did baffle her.

Two figure appearing behind Suki made Yeosang and Tia divert their attention from one another.

As if sensing the tenseness in the room Mingi stopped causing Yunho to almost walk straight into him, Yunho sucked in a breath, trying to stop the content of the food tray from falling off and onto the floor.

"Jesus Mingi"

"Sorry" he said meakly, stepping out the way.

Yunho raised the tray up, facing Tia "Sustenance!"

His happy mood and bright smile lifted the dark cloud in the room, Suki watched as he stepped infront of her "Ooo"

Quickly she snatched up a waffle from the tray, Yunho scowled at her, she smiled as she bit into the fluffy goodness. Letting out a satisfied groan when the sweet flavour dissolved around her mouth.

Yunho walked towards the table next to the bed while shaking his head. He slide the food tray with one less waffle on it onto the table. Smiling at both Tia and Yeosang, he sensed the mood in the air but chose to ignore it when he walked back over to the door.

"Come on Suki" her eyebrows shot up and she looked at him through her lashes, while she raised the remainder of the half eaten waffle to her mouth "Mmh?"

"Lets give them some privacy?" she rolled her eyes, biting down on the last of the waffle she followed him and Mingi out none the less

The three of them didn't talk while they moved through the house, towards their longue area.

With every step going down the stairs Suki's thoughts grew louder and louder in her head, so much that by the point she reached the longue she just had to talk to someone about it.

As soon as she stepped one foot into the room she let out a dramatic groan, all of the others besides Mingi and Yunho, who were behind her, sat on the couches and chairs around the room.

Wooyoung's gaze clicked in her direction in confusion, thinking there was something wrong.

All the boys said nothing, simply watching as she threw her self dramatically over the back of the L-shaped sofa, pratically landing on top of Seonghwa.

He grunted head moving back on instinct so she wouldn't hit him in the face, Suki had her gaze fixated on an invisable spec on the ceiling, deep in thought.

Wooyoung watched his mate from across the room, layed in the lap of her non-biological brother, the tensesness to her body and faint worry lines creased into her beautiful face made his stomache drop, something was troubling her.

The other seemed to sense it as well, they all sat in silence just waiting for her to communicate her worries to them.

"Did you guys notice it as well?" she turned her head in Seonghwa's lap to look at the rest of them.

Suki pushed herself up from him before any of her brothers or her mate could answer her question.

By this point Yunho and Mingi had sat down next to the others, she paced back and forth infront of them all, chewing her bottom lip in thought.

"if you're talking about Yeosang and the girl, that's what we've been discussing for the past few minutes" Hongjoong stated from his single chair, elbows rested on his knees.

Suki stopped her pacing giving them a hurt look, "You talked about it without me?" she placed a hand on her chest "I'm hurt"

Wooyoung smiled up at her, he knew she wasn't badly effected, she would just be happy she wasn't the only one who noticed Yeosang's odd behaviour around the girl still sat upstairs.

"Sit down Suki, you're pacing is giving me a head ache" Seonghwa said to her, she huffed before moving over and plopping down onto the couch next to Wooyoung, he took hold of her hand, rubbing his thumb in small circles on the skin.

"So what was it you guys were saying exactly?" Suki asked watching as Wooyoung became slightly rigid beside her. She frowned but didn't react to his new bodily posture.

"Well Wooyoung suggested that the two may be mate" Seonghwa said from the other side of the couch, he wiggled his shoulders back into the cushions to get comfortable.

"Yeah" Jongho giggled, Suki turned her gaze to him, a small "Please don't" came from her mate beside her.

"he suggested that after telling us all about how much he loves you and how you're his whole world, it got cheesy real fast" Jongho added as Wooyoung tugged his hand from hers, covering his pinkening cheeks.

Now his odd posture made sense.

The others grinned and smirked when Suki 'awww' while turning to Wooyoung poking him in the side, he moved to get away.

"Thanks Jongho, you just fed into her ego" Wooyoung muttered from behind his hands. Causing the others to laugh.

His ears burned hot of which Suki took quick notice of, rubbing her finger along the ridge of it, "You love me that much to talk about it infront of my brother"

Peaking out from behind his hands, Wooyoung kept his face hidden from the other boys, "You know how much I love you, don't you ever question that"

Suki didn't believe she could ever have felt better then the day Wooyoung had officially made her his, and him hers but clearly she was wrong, heart swelling twice its size in her chest at his words.

She took hold of his hands, pulling them away from his face, leaning forward she kissed him.

All five of her brothers sat up, ever single one of them looking away, Seonghwa began to pick off non-exsisatnt fluff from his clothing, while the others looked at anything around the room that wasn't Wooyoung or Suki.

Suki pulled away, looking down to her lap. Only when she moved her gaze up did she notice the awkward looking brothers of hers. She sighed, realising she had broken the promise she had made to herself about restricting the amount of PDA her and Wooyoung had around her brothers.

Hongjoong quipped an eyebrow up, "Shall we continue with our conversation?"

Suki nodded, it was her cheeks that started to grow into a hue of pink this time, Wooyoung grabbed hold of her hand giving it a light squeeze. The touch was like an ice pack, cooling down her body, but yet at the same time his touch electrified her in the best way possible.

"Do you think Yeosang has figured it out yet?" Jongho asked, leaning back in his chair, relaxing after the awkwardsness of the previous moment.

Suki shook her head, "No, I don't think he has, not yet, he still has that...look in his eyes when he looks at her" she looked at her mate beside her "Do you know what I'm talking about?"

He nodded, "I have to agree with you on that"

"Like you ever disagree with her" Yunho joked letting out a huff of air that could be dubbed a small laugh.

Wooyoung frowned, "I do sometimes!" he tried defending himself

"You really don't" Seonghwa interjected, Wooyoung leaned back, folding his arms over his chest like a five year old would if they were having a tantrum.

Suki smiled at him, patting his knee for comfort, "It's okay, I'm always right anyways"

"The hell you are!" Mingi yelled across the room at her.

It didn't take them long to start up a slibling like argument, petty comments going back and forth, Hongjoong groaned placing his fingers to his temple, he was starting to get a headache with all the yelling.

He eventually started to yell back which only made the volume of the room go up, Jongho sat grinning in his seat, he was the only one who wasn't joining in on the yell-fest, he only sat and watched the carnage as it unravelled amongst the Fedora pack siblings.

Jongho laughed when Suki stood up, Wooyoung desperately trying to get a grip of her arm as she advanced towards Mingi, The giant stood leaping over the back of the couch.

Wooyoung lost his grip of the female's arm real quick mutter a small 'she's loose' under his breath, she threw herself over the couch as Mingi took of running.

"GET BACK HERE YOU SHITHEAD!!" she yelled, the other still continued to argue among themselves, unfazed by Suki as she took off after the running Mingi.

He screamed as she got closer, grabbing hold of a pillow from the nearby chair he threw it over his head, hoping it would hit and deter her from her course of possible homicide.

Thinking he had gotten away he turned to check were she was, he was deadly wrong, eyes widened when she jumped onto the table in the middle of the room, she emitted a small scream as she lunched herself at him.

Mingi panicked, jumping back to get out her way he crashed straight into a book case, it knocked sideways taking all the items encased inside with it.

Realising the items inside all belong to Suki, Mingi's blood ran cold when it thundered down against the floor.

The yelling in the room momentarily paused, everyone looking in the direction of the two of them.

Mingi looked guilty, face flushed white with fear, Suki was seething, "Did you just?-"

Mingi didn't wait for her to finish her sentence, jumping over the bookcase, his arms flaring out around and up over his head when he heard her jump over after him.

"Help Me!!" Mingi screamed, his brothers simply laughed watching him run the room, trying to get as far away from Suki as possible.

She tackled him, and he went down like a sac of tatties, a burst of air exploding from his chest.

The others finally jumped into action, yelling at Suki to let Mingi go when she grabbed hold of the giant by the ankle.

Seonghwa and Wooyoung grabbed her, while Yunho, Hongjoong went to grab Mingi's hands.

Mingi desperately held onto them, praying to get away form his now demonic sister. She continued to scream, Seonghwa and Wooyoung had now lifted her complety off the ground in their attempt to pry her off the ever screaming Mingi.

Her grip didn't ease up and in the end Mingi also ended up in the air with her, he continued screaming.

Jongho was bent over laughing at the scene, finding it highly amusing as he wiped away a tear. His stomach hurt as he watched his siblings screaming at each other.

Mingi was just screaming, Suki was screaming at him that she was going to kill him, Seonghwa, Wooyoung, Hongjoong and Yunho were all screaming at Suki to let go of Mingi but she wasn't listening.

And it was at this perfect time that Yeosang opened the door, Tia at his side.

They both stood in shock, seeing Mingi and Suki hung in the air by the others trying to pull them apart, Suki was pratically growling at Mingi by this point, trying to claw her way along his body towards his face, the other continued yelling.

Tia was slightly intimidated by them all covering her ears from the onslaught of loud innvassive noise.

Yeosang glanced at her when she did so, he sighed, this was the best first impression ever.

"Guys" he started. They ignored him.

"Guys" he tried again, they continued screaming.

"Guys" he was losing his patience as they were making him look stupid in front of Tia.

"Guys" they got louder.

"GUYS!"

They all froze mid position as if they were statues, slowly they all looked at him heads all moving in sync they smiled at him innocently as if they were children caught in the cookie jar.

Realising who was stood next to him, their smiles faded from their lips, They others swiftly dropped Mingi and Suki onto the ground.

The pair landed with an 'oof' sound emitting from both of them. They quickly stood up side by side, Suki glared at him through the corner of her eye. She bit the inside of her lip to stop herself from growling at him.

"What, What are you doing down here Yeosang?" Seonghwa asked panting, from his efforts of fighting with his sister.

Yeosang scratched his nose, sighing once more, looking to each of his siblings, "I came to formely introduce Tia to my family" he said gesturing to Tia stood at his side, she gave them a small smile and little wave.

Awkwardly the siblings waved back.

Tia was a little taken aback, edging closer towards Yeosang, the female stood across from her smiled at the action. weird.

"Tia, this is my family," Yeosang started, pointing a finger at them going along the brief line they had formated in, "That's Jongho, Seonghwa, Wooyoung, Suki, Mingi, Yunho and the short one is Hongjoong"

"For the last time, I'm not THAT short" Hongjoong yelled, the others in the line tried to hide their laughter, covering their mouths with the back of their hands or hiding the laughter with a forced cough, Hongjoong glared down the line at each of them.

Suki stood, narrowing her eyes she casually chewed the inside of her cheek, watching Tia, the only other female who could possible stay at the house, her first friend, her first sister.

But judging by the situation Tia had met them all Suki would be surprised if she chose to stay, oh well First introductions could fuck themselves.

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dnarez · 3 years

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Chapter 33 - Going Home

You were ecstatic! Finally, going home! Finally, a less restrictive diet! A softer bed! And Keigo took a week off again, but said that in emergencies he would still be called.

You dressed up nicely, and since it was so windy Keigo put a beige coat on you, so you would be like him, Okami had given you a cute hair clip, as a goodbye gift, but you have the slight impression that you will be seeing her again.

Going outside was a big relief, fresh cold air on your face too, Keigo had used all of his feather against a villain, so he went to fetch you with one of his cars, by what he told he, he had a few of them for this type of occasion.

"Sorry for the long wait! There's a lot of traffic right now " Keigo jogged to you and gave your backpack back "the car is parked over there, but I hope you can take a few more minutes here, you look so cute! Wait a second!!! Let me take a picture!"

You blushed and nodded "It's getting colder since we are getting into autumn... can we eat some lamen?"

He nods back at you and take the picture, "Tell me how does it look? Am I a good photographer?" Keigo shows you the picture and... you look pretty! Beautiful even!

"I love it!"

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"By the way, who gave you that teddy bear?"

"I don't know, it was in the middle of my 'get well soon' presents, so I'm not sure..."

"Let's go, we have your pets waiting for us at home" he put his arm around your shoulder and leads you to the car.

You get inside first, but when you look to see him getting in the car, you notice a lipstick mark on his upper cheek bone.

"... Keigo, did you meet with miss Okami while I was changing?" You squint your eyes at him.

"... " He looks back at you and blushes hard "maybe..." Keigo evades your eyes and starts to drive.

"You have a mark on your cheek, I'm glad that you are going out with her" you look out the window and sit the bear on your lap.

"R-really!? I WANT TO SHOW YOU THE CUTEST SHIT EVER!!" you hear how strongly he's gripping on the wheel "take my cellphone, it's on my jacket"

You do so and show him the phone, so he can put the password, but he shakes his head "Your fingerprint can open it too, but please don't go around my messages, that is more for emergencies, okay?"

You nod and open his phone.

"Go to gallery and-" he sees you looking disgusted at him "WHAT IS THAT FACE FOR!!???" Keigo's scream and gets red again "I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU ARE THINKING, BUT OH MY GOD!" He takes a deep breath and waits for the light to turn green "go to the gallery and look into my favorites, it must be the first picture..."

Shock, was the word that described your reaction "I-is that- are those... Kitsune and Okami!??? Oh My God!!! They were so cute!!!!"

"I KNOW RIGHT!?" He goes back to driving, paying attention to the street.

"How did you get this- this-... this masterpiece!? They look so cute in those pajamas!"

He chuckles "She sent it to me, we were chatting, and then she talked about her sister and her having to use the same style of clothes when they were younger, because their mother thought it was cute, I asked for an example, and she sends me that"

"So cute~... you should send one of you small" you smile looking at the picture.

"I have none, so it's impossible" he huffs thinking about their parents.

"Actually... I found a few pictures of you small, they were glued to mine, I found it while showing them to Toshi" you go through your backpack and take the album out of it "here..."

He stares at the picture for a moment and then goes back to driving "I don't think.... that, that's a good photo... did you found any other?"

Nodding, you pick the other photo and show him.

Keigo huffs to the picture "any good one?"

"There is one more, but just one" you look again on the album and show him the last one.

At that one he frowns, "I can't show her that side of me yet... I don't want to scare her away..."

You put your hand on his shoulder "don't send it to her, we still don't know if we can trust her, tell her that it's because you are a hero that you can't show her you small, she's kind, I know that she will understand, Okami-san is super cool"

"She really is..." Keigo chuckles at that and nod while parking the car "I really need some warm food and my soft bed"

Both go to the elevator, with her backpack in one hand he presses the button to the last floor with the other "Get ready, they won't hold back"

You nod, and your small nubs flap excited.

...

You were on the floor as soon as the door opened, Haru was there with Void, both circling you and trying to cuddle you.

"What's Haru doing here?! I though that she was on the veterinarian!!!" You said while petting the super agitated husky, Void found home on the top of your head.

"... we need to

talk about that later, let's get you settled here and eat some tasty lamen" Keigo pat your shoulder and point to the end of the corridor.

You stop for a second to look around, it was a gigantic penthouse!

"Oh my god! This is a huge ass house!" you hear him chuckling.

Keigo goes down the corridor and points to a door "I didn't know what you liked, but your old room was super cute, so... I thought that maybe you would like this..."

You go to the door he pointed with Haru following behind you.

Taking a deep breath, you open the door to your new room, on your new house.

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wreckofawriter · 5 years

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Smelling Sweet

Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader

Word Count: 1,693

Warnings: None

Request: Can you do 8 with Fred Weasley x Reader? (And use someone other than George to make Fred confused?) lol

#8: "Sorry, I thought you were someone else."

A/n: This one was fun to write, feel free to request more!

The truth was you couldn't wait to get back to Hogwarts. You had never been more excited to get to school. You haven't seen your best friend all summer. He had gone to America to see his grandparents, so you were waiting to see him. The two of you had been inseparable since you met 1st year and not being with him for months was quite difficult.

You glanced around platform 9 ¾ anxiously. Where was he? You craned your head to see above the other faces with no luck. You groaned in frustration lugging your suitcase behind you. He had to be here somewhere. You heard your cat hiss behind you.

"Shut it Church." You murmured.trying to catch a glimpse of the boy you missed so dearly. You were about to give up when you caught a glance of his fiery red hair.

You shrieked with glee and ran towards him. When you were about 3 meters behind him you dropped your suitcase and jumped onto the boys back. "I've missed you so much!!" You yelled as you did so.

The first thing you noticed was that he was taller, he also smelled different, less like his usual pine sent and more like sweets and chocolate.

Only when you heard a yell of surprise did you realize, this wasn't Blake.

You quickly removed your arms from their neck and leept off their back stumbling and almost falling before a hand wrapped around your wrist yanking you towards them before you fell.

So now you were face to face with an extremely attractive boy you recognized as one of the Weasley twins.

Your face washed a deep red as he smiled down at you.

"Hello." He said sweetly, god his voice was smooth.

"I-i’m so s-sorry" you managed to stutter out your face growing increasingly red, "Sorry, I thought you were someone else"

"My brother I'm guessing?" He smirked, making you flush impossibly more.

"U-uh no actually my friend." You stuttered out trying to get away from the striking boy a quickly as possible.

"Oh." He seemed surprised, "I'm Fred by the way."

"I'm really sorry Fred," you said trying not to stare at his deep brown eyes. He on the other hand was taking no such courtesy. His eyes were roaming over your body and he still hand grasped in his large one.

"It's no problem, we should do it again some time." He winked still with that intoxicating smirk plastered on his soft pink lips.

"U-u-uh" you felt your heart begin to beat faster as you tried to untangle your tongue.

"Cat got your tongue?" A voice behind you asked.

You spun around to face another Fred Weasley who was of course George.

"Shove off George." The older twin hissed at his reflection.

"What? I can't talk to the pretty girl?" George asked his brother over your head. And you swear you were the replica of a tomato.

Fred sighed and rolled his eyes he was about to open his mouth to say something when you saw your escape. You yelled startling both boys and sprinting towards a different red-headed boy.

"BLAKE!" You screeched as he dropped his trunks and opened his arms to engulf you in a hug. You smiled into his pine sent not seeing the ugly glare thrown your way or more specifically Blake's way, by a certain twin.

"Oh my god you have no idea!" You yelled filling your mouth with jelly slugs. "Stop laughing! It was really embarrassing." You said smiling while slapping his arm lightly.

Blake continued his laughter despite your protests. "You jumped on him!?" He squeaked out before doubling over in a fresh wave of laughter.

"Yeah, yeah i jumped on him." You said rolling your eyes playfully.

"Come on it's funny!" He giggled, snatching a chocolate frog from its case.

"It was so not! I jumped on him hugged him from behind and then he had to catch me because I almost fell jumping off him!" You yelled trying to be mad at him and failing when he spit out his chocolate frog in laughter.

When Blake finally pulled himself together, he asked, "I'm kinda mad you didn't recognize me."

You gasped, "That is not fair! You both have red hair!"

"So!" Blake was now playfully yelling q tooth grin plastered on his face, "he is way taller than me!"

"I thought you grew, but turns out you're still short!" Now you were laughing tears pricking at your eyes.

"How long did it take you to figure out it wasn't me?" He asked searching though your pile of candy.

"Pretty quickly, he smells...," you paused, Blake had stopped looking through the pile of mostly wrappers and was now looking up at you an unreadable expression placed on his face.

"You were going to say better weren't you."

"What! No!" You gasped, "he just smelted different." You shrugged trying to hold back the blush on your face.

"Well what did he smell like?" He asked. You scoffed thinking he was joking but looking up at him he wasn't smiling or joking he was serious.

"Umm I don't know." You were definitely blushing now. Blake raised his eyebrows waiting for you continue.

"I guess he smelt sweet," you finished looking down at your box of Berries Every Flavored Beans placed in your lap. "like chocolate and candy." You finished your face hot.

"And what do I smell like?" He asked. Yous started laughing, then when he didn't join you looked back at him. "I'm serious."

"Oh, umm" you closed your eyes for a second envisioning Blake's scent. "I guess you smell like a forest, pine scent, like sap."

Blake paused for a moment, "Oh." And for the first time in years the two of you rested into an awkward silence.

You looked up at him trying to see what was different or restart the conversation but you were interrupted by a loud knock. Your head snapped to the glass door where you could see a pair of red headed twins standing there. You stood up opening the door.

"Hello?" You said in a questioning voice.

"Hi," the twin you were assuming was Fred smirked.

You waited for him to say more but no such thing happen, instead after a few seconds of Fred just looking at you, his brother stepped forward and explained,

"Sorry but we need a place to sit, we sort of pranked Crabbe and his Gyole so we needed to go somewhere they won't find us. Can we sit here?"

You paused for a second before saying, "I don't see why not." You moved away from the doorway to see Blake glaring at the twins.

"Ahh, you must be the lucky bloke who she was planning on jumping on." Fred joked, you flashed bright red and Blake's hair began to match his face.

"I'm Blake Summers." He said sticking out his hand.

"Fred Weasley." Fred answered grabbing his hand and shaking it firmly, "and that's my brother George."

With that you all sat down in the cabin, Blake to your right and Fred across from you next to the window.

"So your from Ravenclaw right?" George asked.

"Yeah." Blake answered and with that the conversation went on.

For the rest of the ride the four of you talked of various topics from the new DADA teacher to pranks the twins have constructed. The whole time you could feel Fred's eyes locked on you. It was quite uncomfortable and you squirmed under his gaze.

Finally, the train came to a stop. You had by that time changed into your robes and was ready to leave. You grabbed your trunks and Church, who had been sleeping most of the ride. You all stood up, Blake and George who were in a deep argument about the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery, exited while Blake was saying, "Come on, if we were allowed to use magic at any age a six year old would accidentally kill someone."

You were about to continue forward as well when a smooth hand incased your wrist a delicate yet firm hold.

You turned around and were face to face with those big brown eyes you had been trying to avoid for the past 2 hours. Now that they were straight in front of you, your knees went weak and you almost stumbled and fell. You face was washed with crimson and you gulped harshly trying to breath properly.

Fred saw what he did to you immediately, he bit the bottom of his lip to keep from laughing at your flustered form and it sure didn't help, he was unfairly handsome.

"Hi." He said his ginger hair falling in his face as he looked down at you.

"H-hi" you responded tightening the grip you had on your trunk and cat carrier.

"So I was wondering if you wanted to go to the first Hogsmeade trip with me?" He asked playing with the ends of his robes as he did.

You gasped a bit before nodding, "Sure." You told yourself to keep your cool as you answered the boy in front of you, when you really felt like whooping with joy.

His face lit up at your answer. "Really?!" He smiled.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I?" You questioned.

"I thought you like that Blake kid for a while and I got real scared"

"Oh no," you blushed, "Blake and I are just friends."

"Great, I'll see you later?" Fred asked.

"Yeah, see ya later." You said smiling. You turned to leave but before you could your wrist was caught again.

"Wait y/n" Fred stopped you whipping him to face him.

"What's up Fred?" You asked.

You were answered by his lips on yours. Your eyes widened in surprise before slipping shut and enjoying the feeling of his soft lips. You dropped your trunk and cat carrier with a protest from Church and brought your hands up to his neck as his found your waist. He tasted how he smelled; sweet.

When you finally broke away you gasped for air.

"Sorry." Fred smiled apologetically, "I just couldn't wait."

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twokinkybeans · 4 years

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Stark On Ice 2: Heartbeat (Starker Figure Skating AU)

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Read Chapter 1 here

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Chapter 2: Heartbeat

Peter hums happily when he sinks into the soft, leather couch outside of the rink. Quentin Beck, the man that’s been hosting Celebrity Spin-Off for nearly a decade now, is already waiting for them. He sends them both a charming smirk and waves the hand in which he’s holding the mic to beckon them closer. Tony carefully skates towards the couch and lowers himself on it. It’s funny how skating through the entire choreo feels solid, yet maneuvering to sit down feels unsteady and scary. He’s panting. His muscles are tired and slightly sore. It doesn’t matter to Tony. He’s so happy he pulled this off. "Woa-woa-woah!" Beck exclaims and shakes his head, grinning. "Tony Stark, now that was a delightful surprise! Give it up for our favorite CEO, everyone!" The public cheers and whistles and applauds, and as much as Tony is used to being in the center of attention, this sure hits differently. People are cheering for something he’s done all by himself. No inheriting something from his crazy rich, crazy stoic father. No. Tony laughs and blows a little kiss towards the camera, mouthing a quick ‘thank you’.

Beck shifts in his seat, crossing his right ankle over his left thigh. He smiles, waiting for the applause to die down. "Tell us, Tony. How are you feeling?" Tony leans in toward the mic. "Fucking amazing- Peter and I have been training for so long. It's so rewarding to finally show off what he taught me." Peter glances and bites down his lip nervously. "What about you, Peter? Rumor has it that you're a big fan of Tony Stark, did he meet your expectations in real life?" Tony whips his head around in surprise.

What? Peter never told him that piece of information before. He makes a mental note to ask him about it at a later time. Peter nods timidly. "Tony's a great dude. He trains harder than some of my fellow professional skaters, and well, as eh, as you could see, he's really picked up some skills here." "Well, let's dive right into this." Beck presses into his earpiece to show the audience he's getting information from backstage. Then, he turns his head to stare at the large projector screen behind them. "Twitter seems to have been blown away by your performance- as have I. You two killed it out there!" Beck licks his lips as he waits for the screen to pull up the Twitter feed. Tony squints and looks up at it too, reading along while Beck speaks.

Stark has the hots for Peter, pass it on! #StarkOnIce

That was both hot and adorable. These lovestruck dorks are everything.

We stan #Starker, let's get this trending folks!

Tony can’t quite believe it. He knew this would happen no matter how good or bad their performance. This tops everything though.

"So Tony, now tell us everything. How long have you two been dating?" Beck jests and barks out a laugh. Tony sniffs, tilting his head. He's not sure if he likes the direction of this conversation but he knows he has to play along. This is still entertainment after all. "I have yet to ask him on a first date, Quentin," he says jokingly and leans in as if to be secretive. "Should I opt for roses or gardenias?" The audience laughs out loud, and Tony grins- glad he made the right call. He nudges Peter next to him, trying to ease the kid's apparent nerves. He gets it. Peter is used to the spotlights while performing. Never outside of the rink. "I wish I knew, Stark, I wish I knew," Beck retorts. "On a more serious note-" The projector screen turns dark. "-that was quite a routine for a first-time figure skater. What's your secret?"

Tony just stares at Peter for a second. It's not even on purpose, and he doesn't realize he's doing it until the crowd breaks into loud cheering once more. He presses his lips together. He knew that asking for a male partner would… Provoke a reaction. This is a bit more than he expected. Before either of them have a chance to respond, Beck continues. “Alright, time to call for our next contestants, our favorite Olympics archery champion Clint Barton and his lovely partner Michelle! Give it up for Tony Stark and Peter once more!"

Tony sucks his lower lip into his mouth as he slides into a basic forward twizzle. Steve is standing at the side of the rink and Tony can feel the man staring at him. God. He shouldn’t overthink this. Focus. He turns towards Peter as together, they shift into backward strokes.

I can feel your heartbeat I can feel your heartbeat

Tony mumbles along to the lyrics as they speed up and squat down. Their fingers intertwined- gripping each other strongly. Tony almost wants to blurt out a lousy joke about being able to feel everything but Peter’s heartbeat. He decides against it in the end. He’d probably laugh and trip again. His already sore hip wouldn’t be too happy about it. "Alright Tony, keep focusing on pressing your heels down, we don't want your toe picks to dig into the ice. Pete- go a little slower so he gets a good feel for it," Steve shouts from outside the rink. Tony sniffs and presses his lips together, trying to get it right. There's not much time left where the music continues.

Maybe it's the way you move, You got me dreaming like a fool. That I could steal your heart away, I could steal your heart away.

Mohawk. Three-turn. Crossovers and- Tony gasps as he nearly loses his balance and grasps on Peter's puffer vest. Peter rushes to steady him. He brings them both to a halt and smiles encouragingly at Tony. "That was good, Tony. I-" "I nearly fell. Again ." "You’re tired, Tony. You really nailed that mohawk though!”

In the background, the song is still playing, but Peter shakes his head slightly when Tony eyes the ice. "Enough for today." He turns around to Steve. "We're done for today, Steve." Their coach nods. "You've made great progress onto the choreo. It's the details, really. And we still have two days until the second live show." Steve says as they skate toward him to get out of the rink. "You should hop in the sauna. Helps the muscles relax." "I've never had someone prescribe me a sauna before." "All the more reason to listen. Right?" With a gentle pat on Tony’s shoulder, Steve stalks off.

Tony grunts when the heat envelopes his naked body. The scent of sandalwood filling his nostrils. He feels his taut muscles loosen up immediately. God. Does that feel good. He's pretty sure his many saunas at home don't feel this good. He puts his towel down onto the wooden benches and lays down on it, closing his eyes. Awkwardly, Peter follows behind him. "I envy you, Peter," Tony mumbles and listens how the boy shuffles around and climbs onto the benches. "W-why?" "You get to do this. Every single day. Your career path…" Tony's voice trails of, not liking how his chest seems to restrict all of a sudden. "It seems so free." "You know it's not, right? It's hard work, it's… It's a big commitment. Everyone is counting on you. You have to be at your pique. Tiptop shape. Every single day. I can't drink. Or smoke. Well, I could cause I'm not going for the Olympics- but it'd be a bad influence on my overall performance. Even when you feel sick, you have to appear and act as if you've never been happier. Don't get me wrong, I fucking love my job. But it's not that glamourous." "Mmmh, sounds like the life of a CEO." Tony sighs. "Minus the drinking." Peter chuckles. "Not so different then." "Nope."

"I eh, I've meant to ask you something," Peter whispers after a few seconds of silence. Tony opens his eyes and props himself up onto his elbows. Looking at Peter and trying not to look at him. Peter… Is rather good-looking. His athletic body ripped and smooth and- Nope. Nope, not going there. "Ask away, kid." "Why… Why did you ask to dance with a dude?" Tony presses his lips together and sucks at his teeth, huffing out some air. "Honestly?" "Yeah." "I didn't want to dance at all. Figured a gay remark would brush them off." There. That's it. It's silent. Then, Peter breaks out into a laughing fit. His cute little giggles making Tony's heart flutter in his chest in a way he didn't quite see coming, and it's terrifying. "Oh God, Mr. Stark, that is genius ." "Mmmh, it didn't quite work, and now here I am." Tony lays back down again, staring at the ceiling. "It's not as bad as I expected. I think I really like figure skating." "I'm glad. And for what it's worth, I'm very grateful for finally having an opportunity to pair with a male partner. MJ is the sweetest and I would never trade her for anyone else… But she's not a man."

It's a confession. Peter Parker is gay. Tony sighs and decides to sit up. Crossing his legs and folding his hands in his lap. He stares at the kid laying a few feet away. "I-I hope you don't mind," Peter whispers, chuckling anxiously. Tony is quick to shake his head. "No, kid. I don't mind at all. I'm… I'm not into women either." "Oh? Really? But... W-what about your ex-wife?" "There's a simple reason that she is exactly that, Pete. I loved her as a friend. A sister, maybe. When I first had a crush on a man, I knew that what I felt for her had deceived me all this time." Peter just nods at him, processing the information. They don't speak after that and simply enjoy the warmth of the sauna, making them sweat and relax. It's clear they've grown a little closer. Bonded. Tony knows that this kid is gonna be something different. The older man has a hard time getting close to people. Something about Peter feels so… Comforting and open. Like home.

Maybe it's the way you move, You got me dreaming like a fool. That I could steal your heart away, I could steal your heart away.

Tony takes a deep breath in and out. The loud music blaring- nearly vibrating through him. The flashing of the spotlights creating strange shadows on the ice. This is the part where he falls more often than not. They've practiced it over and over again, except for yesterday. Peter had sternly told him off.

"You better give your body some rest today, you'll see it makes a difference at the actual show tomorrow."

Mohawk. Three-turn. Crossovers… Tony's lips are pressed together, feeling how his body stiffens in anticipation for yet another fall. The fear of falling in front of the entire United States nearly paralyzing him. But Peter squeezes his hand, and Tony looks up, staring into his eyes. Peter mouths along to the lyrics, and it tugs at Tony's heart- oh God. Had Peter always looked this captivating? His curls bouncing on the air as they speed forward.

No matter what it is you think I'm not the kind of girl to blink And give my heart away Stop tryin' steal my heart away

Before Tony realizes it's over, they've passed the crossovers and a rush of adrenaline courses through his veins. His lips break into a wide smile. He lets go of Peter's hand, and together they speed up, turn around. Tony bends his right knee and extends his left leg backward. He presses his toe pick into the ice and jumps up, arms close to his chest, and huffs a surprised breath when he feels how smooth it goes. When gravity pulls his body down and lands on the ice, he bends his right leg again to counter the landing and smiles, gliding backward rather effortlessly. The audience goes absolutely wild at his performed toe loop.

When the music slows down a little, so does Tony. Both his skates flat on the ice. No strokes, nothing. The speed dies down, and slowly, Peter and he slide closer together. Reaching out with one hand, straining to touch Peter's. Their fingers touch- curl into one another and they twirl around one another.

I don't know where we're going I don't know who we are

They're staring at the other. Peter's eyes are big and wide and so incredibly gorgeous. Tony's breathing picks up. Not from the exercise, no. Peter reaches forward, touching Tony's chest. As choreographed, Tony grabs Peter's hand and presses it even closer into his body.

I can feel your heartbeat He said to me I can feel your heartbeat He said to me I can feel your heartbeat Running through me

Tony forces himself to let go of Peter then and they both turn around. Their backs together for a split second before they both break out into a series of forward strokes again- separating. When Tony reaches the top end of the rink, another mohawk and he licks his lips when he sees Peter doing the same thing at the other end of the rink.

Stop stealing my heart away Give it to me boy

It's at this moment that Tony realizes that he's actually falling for the kid. Hard. So hard and oh God he really, really shouldn't. The show must go on, though. Twizzle. Upright spin. Another twizzle. Grabbing Peter's hands to set off for a camel spin, just as in their first choreo. Peter's strong but smaller body is so close. So graceful. Tony feels dizzy in such a good way that he wonders how on earth he didn't see these feelings coming before they decided to crash down on him. Slowly, Peter comes back upright and they slow down. Tony's arms wrap around Peter from behind. One hand on his waist, the other on Peter's chest. Their necks are crooked so they can look at each other. Panting heavily. Caught in the other’s gaze. Mere inches away. He can feel Peter’s heartbeat thrumming fast underneath his fingertips.

Your heartbeat.

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brokemultidotexe · 6 years

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Unexpected 14.5

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Summary: You never expected your trip to Seoul to end up like it does. You didn’t expect to step off the plane and have coffee pour down your shirt. You also didn’t expect the guy to offer to show you around the city. You notice things about him that don’t quite make sense, like how he shows interest but will only see you when he has the time which is at random hours during the day and night. Who knew your only friend in Seoul would turn out to be an international star and just how difficult things could get.

Word Count: 4k

Warning: None

Genre: Romance/Friendship

Part: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 6.5 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 10.5 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 14.5 | 15 |

Jungkook was sitting in his room leaning back in his computer chair to stare at the ceiling. He had been sitting like this for the past two hours trying to process the information that was given today. Had this happened months ago he would probably be more excited than he was right now. He felt bad because he knew he should be more excited but other thoughts plagued his mind. He heard a knock at the door but the person on the other side didn’t wait to be invited in.

“You’re going to have to stop sulking Jungkookie. It’s not the end of the world.” Jimin leaned against the door frame.

“I know it’s not, but going on tour for months doesn’t sound as appealing as it used to. Plus that leaves her here wi-”

“With Jackson?” Jimin interrupted and got a glare in response.

“That’s not what I was going to say.”

“Doesn’t make it any less true.” he shrugged.

“Did you come here to make me feel better or piss me off? I’m just curious.” Jungkook was now sitting up in the chair fully facing his best friend.

“Technically neither. Look all I was going to say is that maybe you should just talk to her.” Jimin hated seeing Jungkook struggle as much as he was, especially since he’d never seen him be this way about any girl before.

Jungkook groaned, “I just got her back. I don’t want to risk her cutting me out again.”

Jimin rolled his eyes, “Wow for knowing her so well you don’t give her much credit. Even I know she wouldn’t do that, so what’s this really about?”

He chewed on his lip debating on whether to truly open up about everything because he still hadn’t figured it out himself. “Like I said, I just got her back but my worry isn’t her cutting me out. It’s my life cutting her out that I'm worried about. I never really gave any of it much thought before because I didn’t have to worry about anyone else. Now everything I do I'm thinking about how it would affect her or what she would want to do. The thought of being away for months and not seeing her just gives me this awful feeling in my chest.” his hand subconsciously started rubbing against his sternum.

Jimin felt for him because everyone’s first love was always the hardest and Jungkook was having to go through it during the rise of his career. “I’m sure Bang would let her come visit us on tour or something.”

He shook his head, “No he’s already said he’s taking a risk.”

“But did you ask this specific question? I mean he’s letting her go with you when we’re filming for the Run episodes. He’s allowed her to go to smaller appearances, but if you want even a chance of you getting to see her on tour then ask. The worse he can say is no.” he watched Jungkook nod with his eyes cast down. Jimin knew this probably wasn’t the time to ask but he needed to know where the youngest members head was at. “What are you going to do when she has to go back home?”

Jungkook’s eyes quickly met his and Jimin could see the worry in his eyes, “I try not to think about it. I want to talk about it with her but every time it’s come up I quickly change the subject because I'm scared to hear what she’s gonna say. I know she can’t stay here forever but I don’t want an ocean between us. I don’t even like when there’s a room between us, and yes I know how pathetic that sounds.”

Jimin walked into his room and closed the door behind him and moved some things around so he could sit down because he was sure this conversation may last a while. “I know you think long distance relationships are doomed to fail, but not every relationship is the same.”

“I’m pretty sure this is different than most long-distance relationships.”

He nodded, “You’re right, it is. But I know you don’t like to lose so I'm sure you’d do anything you could to make it last. If not, there will be others later on that live in the same country as you do.”

“I don’t want anyone here, I want her.”

“Then tell her that. ” Jimin huffed, “The both of you are skirting around each other it’s driving us all insane. We know you like each other, even a blind person would be able to tell. You’re practically dating, the only thing your lacking is a title. At this point, we’re all waiting to walk in on you two, which if you do decide to do anything of the sort please shoot us a message to let us know not to come home.”

“It’s not that simple, we’ve had this conversation.”

“The last time we had it she didn’t know who you were and now she does.”

“We’re about to go on tour, I’d be a dick if I asked her to be my girlfriend and then flew around the globe for months without seeing her.” Jungkook felt like he was going in the same circle with Jimin and he just wasn’t understanding that it wasn’t as black and white as Jimin was trying to portray.

“Look, just try and talk to Bang. It can’t hurt to ask Jungkookie, because what if you never asked but he would have said it was fine. You’ll be kicking yourself later if you don’t at least ask.” Jungkook nodded, “Look we all like her, she’s great and I've never seen someone mesh so well with you like she does. She brings out a side of you we never got to see and you look happy, so don’t let this pass by just because you won’t ask a simple question.”

“Okay I'll ask.” he finally relented because Jimin had a point even though he wouldn’t admit it. “But I still don’t know how to tell her about the tour.”

“Don’t worry about that now. Just spend the time you can with her because it doesn’t matter how it turns out as long as you’ve spent today with her. We’ve been in meetings all day and had practice for part of it. So go see her because honestly, you’re depressing me with your mopey demeanor.” Jimin grabbed a jacket hanging off to the side and tossed it into his lap, “Now go, just remember we have an early practice so if you don’t come home at least set an alarm.”

“Really hyung?” Jungkook couldn’t help but laugh.

“Hey, you’ve done it before. Seriously, go see your girl.” he stood up and opened the door and left.

Jungkook sat in his chair debating if he should follow Jimin’s advice or not. He really did want to see Y/N because he hadn’t talked to her much since he had been in meetings for most of the day. After they were told they would be getting ready to go on tour he hadn’t looked at his phone because he was still trying to process the fact that he may not see her for months. He didn’t know how he was ever going survive if she moved back to America. He was in too deep with her and the thought of not getting to see her every day upset him more than he thought it would.

It wasn’t news to him that he was in love with her, but sometimes it still surprised him by just how much he did. It made him nervous because he’d never felt this vulnerable with anyone before but he couldn’t help but feel the way he did towards her. He tried so long to fight it and at some point, he couldn’t anymore, not when he kept getting insanely jealous every time he would call her and she was with Jackson. He didn’t have issues with Jackson, not really, but he envied that Jackson could be with her without any restrictions.

Jungkook grabbed his jacket and slipped it on. He grabbed his keys and turned off the light before heading towards the front door. When he came out into the living room he saw Jimin and Tae sitting there with a movie going. Jimin had a huge smile on his face and held his hand out in front of Tae.

“I don’t have cash on me now so you’ll have to wait.”

“You guys are betting on me again? Seriously?” it seemed to be a common occurrence now that he hung out with Y/N so much and they enjoyed teasing him way too much.

“I’m saving us all from Tae buying anymore Gucci.” Jungkook laughed and walked away when the two started arguing. He closed the door and walked towards the elevator. Despite not knowing how to tell Y/N about the tour he was going to take his hyung’s advice and just enjoy today with her because it was the one thing he was promised.

AN: Okay i won’t beat around the bush this chapter is shit, but i haven’t finished 15 and i didn’t want to leave you hanging even more so i figured giving an insight to JK again would work out pretty well. For the ones that have still stayed with me after this long pause I thank you. I really am sorry if you find this chapter as shitty as i do but it’s been crazy so far and i’ve been having to work through my lunch and that has made it hard to write as much as i have been because that was my main time to write.

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