#this is mainly about the glasses because my old ones were so scratched I couldn’t see haha
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Remember...?
Draken x fem!reader (mainly fluff slight angst)
Finally got my first request yall 🥳 I couldn’t strictly follow the request like i wanted to but i hope thats alright, the gist is still there. anyways thank you sm for it and i hope you enjoy
TW/CW: Mentions of sex, mentions of alcohol, mentions of sex work
WC: 7k (omg the most ive ever written🙆🏻♀️)
Note: I changed my writing style a bit for this request so i hope yall don’t mind! and again i dont read my stuff over so my apologies if theres any mistakes lmao
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You sat on the street, overheating as you watched the ‘heat waves’ coming off the ground. You held your hair up with one of your hands since you had nothing to tie it with, while the other held a lukewarm water bottle. You sighed, you felt so anxious and frustrated.
What now?
You thought letting your mouth part due to your heavy breathing
You took things too fast. It had been about 3 weeks since you left your parents ‘home’ and why did you leave? Well there were a number of reasons that are a bit too much to list, but all that matters now is that you’re completely and utterly on your own.
You only managed to scavenge small jobs here and there to get some money to buy some basic necessities but nothing more.
“Sorry Y/n, my niece is coming down to Tokyo and I told her she could have a job here and stay at the studio above...I’m gonna have to let go. I’m sorry.” said your boss to you only a couple hours ago, with pity filled eyes
“...No it’s fine really! I understand.Thank you for taking me in while you could.” you said bowing your head at the man, biting your inner cheek trying to keep a level head
“I’m happy you understand. You can leave your apron and hat on the cashier. On your way out.” he said patting your shoulder as you slowly brought your head up
“Right..” you said taking off your apron and hat as you walked slowly to the cashier, placing it down
You brought your hands to your temples out of stress, trying to figure out what you could do now. You only had very little money, and there was a heat wave striking Japan this week. At least your boss allowed you to live and pay rent in the small studio right above his store, which had an AC, but now that was for his niece.
This had been the first time in a while where you had no idea what to do. You had always been the type of person to be able to take care of yourself and your problems..on your own. All your life since you can remember, you always had to be the one to take care of others, not that you mind or minded...but you were only so young. You never really had a childhood, at least not that you can remember. You do remember cleaning up after your parents who lost all will just to even... parent. You remember taking jobs as a babysitter at a really young age in your apartment complex to make some money.. You remember being the reliable older kid of your school and complex, where kids would come to you asking for help with things like homework all the way to buying something for them to eat because they were hungry. Not once did you ever say no, because you really did want to be there for those kids who’s parents didn’t give them the care they needed. But it just became too much.. You ended up spending all of your saved up money on them, just so they could have something to play with or something to eat.
Before you even realized it, you were in your last year of high school, with no money saved over, no scholarships, no one to rely on but yourself. Not even a friend. Was it really the right thing to do? Use all your money that you worked so hard for to help kids he lived next door? Or just plain stupid? You knew you couldn't support them forever...but you tried so hard to. All you wanted was to give them a childhood they never had, and someone to look up too. But now you left them. All because you were frustrated. You felt so unbearably guilty. All the work you put into your studies to get at least some type of scholarship just went to waste because you couldn't handle your life anymore. You were being so so so stupid.
Before you even knew it, the sun was going down, and you grew even more tired and sleepy. You signed, taking a jacket out of your bag and placing it on the ground so you could rest your head on it. You brought your hands to cushion your cheek as your eyes started to close. The air finally got a little cooler making it easier to breathe and well...do anything.
As you were falling asleep you could hear chatter and laughing, and finally a tap on your shoulder waking you up. You cringed your eyes before opening them up more to see 2 women. One had blonde hair and the other had pinkish hair. They looked older than you, maybe in their 20’s. One held a bag and the other held a bottle of wine with two glasses, they bent down so their heads could be closer to yours. After examining you for a bit they turned to each other and smiled happily before turning back their gaze to your confused face.
“Hey?” you said sitting up more, a little startled by the intimate contact they were giving you
“Hey there, say...what’s a pretty girl like you sleeping on the street for?” asked the girl with pinkish hair that was tied into pigtails
“I uh..don’t have a place right now so..” you said scratching your head
“Really? Hmmm.” said he one with blonde hair
“How old are you? And what’s your name? I think we can help you out! Woman to woman!” said the pink haired girl smiling sweetly making you feel fuzzy at their niceness
“18, and it’s Y/n.” you said smiling nervously
“Nice to meet you Y/n, I’m Remi, this is Rema, my twin sister.” said the pink haired girl pointing to the blonde as she waved sweetly
“Hi, it’s nice to meet you too..!” you said bringing your hands to your thighs smiling
“So did you just turn 18?” asked Rema
“Sorta, 2 months ago, why?” you asked
“Oh good!” they both said
“Well, it’s your choice really. One of the girls left today, and the boss sent us to scout another girl to take her place, buttt we just went to buy food with no intentions of finding someone but luckily we just found you! It’s perfect!” said Remi
“Oh? What work?” you asked getting excited
“Oh silly, we live in a brothel! It’s really not all that bad you know, great pay and rooms...so what do you think?” asked Rema
“A brothel..” you said under your breath
Your mind was in a serious state of concentration.
It can’t be all that bad, right? You just have to please people and go on with your day so… that’s what i've been doing my whole life… plus… there's a bunch of women in those things right? I probably won't get too much attention from customers if there's sweethearts like Remi and Rema walking around...so...just for the time being… I think it could really work out in my favor.
You thought to yourself
You brought your head up, giving the girls a closed eyes smile before shaking your head ‘yes’ making them jump in excitement.
“Oh good!” yelled Remi grabbing your hands
“I’m so excited! We haven't had a new girl in years! How do you think Ken will react?” asked Rema smiling as you 3 all started to walk
“Ken?” you asked furrowing your eyebrows at the familiar name
“Oh right, We’ll have to introduce you to him and everyone else tomorrow. He’s the bosses foster kid..I think you two are actually the same age.” said Rema bringing her pointer finger to her chin
“Mhm mhm! Oh and since you're new, tomorrow I will take your pictures for the board, you can borrow one of my sets till you can afford to buy one for yourself, how does that sound Y/n?” asked Remi smiling and holding your hand
“It sounds..great! Thank you so much.” you said bowing your head slightly
“No worries! Hopefully the boss will take you in.” said Remi patting your head
“Yeah..” you said as you 3 continued to walk to the brothel
You couldn't seem to get your mind off of that familiar name..Ken? You swore you knew someone named that. It definitely wasn't a popular name so it’s not like you knew it from some type of T.V program.. After thinking hard your whole way to your new home you couldn't seem to remember them. The person named Ken. And so you decided to brush it off for the time being.
The brothel was pretty big, and consisted of 12 girls, not including yourself. It was really late so everyone was asleep. Remi and Rema showed you to your room which was much more spacious than your room at home. They told you that you were allowed to decorate it and style it however you wanted. But they told you it was important to know that this was the room where business would be done, and not to leave important things around since some of the men came into brothels for the sole purpose of stealing. Remi even told you a story about how one of her clients tried to steal one of her panites, but then the boy named Ken stopped him by knocking him out with one punch to the stomach.
“He sounds strong-” you laughed as they gave you a small tour
“He sure is! Like the bodyguard of this place! He’s a sweetheart!” said Remi smiling
“I’m sure..!” you smiled
“Alright that’s about it, you should shower now and get ready for tomorrow. The boss will probably wanna take a look at you before seeing if he wants you. But I'm sure he will! You're pretty so it’ll go smoothly!” said Remi handing you her shower stuff for you to use for tonight and a set
“Got it, and again...thank you so much. I really appreciate it.” you said again
“Of course! Remember..we’re neighbors so feel free to knock whenever you need something..Also I can give you some tips before your first client so you know what to do.” she said smiling
“Right, goodnight then!..” you said feeling your face get hot at how she so easily talked about sex.
After that, you did exactly as she said, you showered. You thoroughly washed your body, face, and hair. Getting out you looked down at the set Remi gave you. It was just a black bra and matching panties with a silk cover up which made you feel better knowing you could cover up with that.
You rubbed your mouth as you started to rethink your decision. I mean...you respected sex workers..but was this life what you were willing to settle for? Aimlessly waiting around for some random horny man to choose you and do things with you just for you to get only 40% of the payment? Was this all really worth it? Leaving home to avoid your problems...to end up here? You were grateful, yes, Remi and Rema were so sweet and open with you. You could only hope that the others were just as nice. You really wanted things to go well, and that can only start with some good rest.
You woke up to a knock on your door, to see Remi and Rema walking in with a smile
“Morninggg!” they sang as you quickly got out of bed
“Hi!” you said frantically
“No need to rush! Usually men start coming in at 10, but since you don't work here officially yet you got to sleep in a bit! But the boss called for you, you should go to the set up room down the hall to get ready, remember it?” asked Rema
“Yeah I do. Thank you for waking me-!” you said smiling and grabbing your stuff and shoes
“Course, good luck Y/n!” they said as you quickly walked out of your room to get ready
As you walked in, there were a few other girls getting ready. You smiled and introduced yourself to them, and them to you. They were all so nice and pretty. It made you feel a little bit better about being here, and less nervous since they complimented your looks. You got ready in about 10 minutes, letting one of the other girls help you out with your hair and stuff like that. You gave yourself one last look in the mirror before stepping out and waving to the girls ‘bye.’
You nervously walked to the boss's door. You took a deep breath before knocking. You heard a muffled ‘come in!’ so you walked in smiling while holding your covering close. You gave a nervous closed eyes smile before seeing his office was simple, just a desk with a bunch of papers and a chair on the other side.
“Y/n, correct?” he asked placing down his paper and taking off his glasses to look at you
“Yes.” you said smiling
“Pleasure-” he said leaning over the desk to shake your hand
“Likewise.” you said smiling, shaking his hand firmly before sitting down
“Well, I’m sure Remi and Rema told you just about everything you need to know, I take 60% of your earrings, I use that stuff to pay for rent and bills for you girls and my kid… which usually takes up about 30% of that 60%, meaning you make a profit of 40, while I make only a profit of 30 per girl.” he said
“Yeah, I was told.” you said smiling nervously fiddling with your hands
“Good good, now that that's over with..” he said getting up ad signing
“I’m just gonna take a look at you, no need to be nervous I’m not gonna touch you or anything, so please don’t feel worried.” he said smiling
“Right!” you said getting up
“Alright just do a quick 360 with arms up.” he said smiling
“Okay.” you said doing as he said
He looked you up and down but not in a lustful way at all, it was more of like a ‘just seeing how you’ll hold up’ kinda look, almost like he was a bit worried for you.
“Thank you-” he said sitting back down as you did the same feeling nervous
“I was also told you’re 18? Right?” he asked looking down at his papers
“Yeah that's right.” you said
“Well I don't usually have this talk with the other woman because they're older. I know the age of consent in Japan is 16 and blah blah, but you’re still pretty young, are you sure you wanna work like this?” he asked looked into your eyes
“...Not entirely but it’s the best I can do right now.” you said with a determined face
“I see- we’ll then welcome, and just remember you can leave whenever you want, but give a 2 weeks notice. When Remi is done, ask her to take your picture.” he said
“Understood, thank you!” you said said smiling and leaving
You walked out of the room, closing the door carefully signing in relieve
That went pretty well.
You thought
You started to walk down the hall so that you could ask Remi to take your picture. But when you put your ear to the door, you heard lewd noises letting you know she wasn’t done just yet. It was already 5, and the brothel closes at 10. You didn’t really know what to do, so you walked over to the kitchen, sitting down at one of the stools waiting for Remi and or Rema to finish up with their work. You tapped the pen that was on the table and started to look around the kitchen. You remembered Remi told you there were snacks in the cabinets, so you got up and started to open and close them one by one to find something to eat. You finally found a cabinet filled instant ramen, you grabbed one and started to pour water into it, popping it into the microwave that was on the counter top. You stood in front of it waiting, playing with the loose strings of you covering when suddenly you heard the door open.
“I’m home.” said the tall boy with dark hair tied back to reveal a dragon tattoo on the side of his head
Is this Ken?
You thought as the microwave beeped, making his eyes turn to you
You quickly shot your eyes to the microwave, hoping he didn’t notice your stare. He looked so familiar it was almost irritating how you couldn’t remember him. You took the hot cup out of the microwave, placing it down on the counter top, ignoring his presence as he walked over, placing down the plastic bag in his hand, noticing your frustrated face trying to figure out where the utensils are.
“Left of the sink are where they are.” he said sitting down on the stool across from you after looking at your face a bit
“Thank you.” you said smiling nervously turning around to grab a pair of chopsticks
“Are you new here?” he asked taking out a styrofoam box from the plastic bag, opening it to reveal a hot meal of meat and rice and vegetables
“Yeah..I was supposed to start today but I don’t have my pictures taken yet.” you said smiling turning back to mix your noodles
“Could you grab me a pair too?” he asked realizing he forgot to take a pair of chopsticks from the restaurant
“Sure-” you said turning back quickly to grab some for him, placing it in his hands as he gave you a soft smile making your eyes widen slightly.
“You look familiar..” you both said at the same time making both your eyebrows raise in shock then turn into a slight scoff from the both of you
“Glad we’re on the same page then.” he said taking a bite of his food as you did the same still standing
“You know you can sit down, don’t feel nervous.” he said looking up you slightly
“..yeah.” you said smiling, walking around and sitting next to him.
“So when’d you come?” he asked turning his head slightly to see your mouth filled with noodles making him smile a bit
“..I came by last night, really late with Remi and Rema.” you said after finishing your bite
“I see...I feel like I remember you from somewhere, can’t pinpoint it though.” he said looking back down at his food
“Same here, and you must be Ken though, right? When I first heard your name I swore the same thing but I just can’t remember..” you said before sipping some of the broth of your soup
“Yeah, but you can call me Draken and your name?” he asked getting up to grab a napkin from across the table
“Draken...sure! Oh right, my bad. It’s Y/n. Nice to meet you-” you said smiling holding your hand out for him to shake
He only completely shot up to look into your eyes with his wide ones. You gave him a confused look as you watched him get knocked out of his thoughts, bring his hand up to shake your hand before clearing his throat and walking back over to sit. Maybe you struck a nerve? Maybe had the same name as someone who hurt him in the past? You really didn’t know but it made you feel interested. He looked like he just had his life flash before his eyes or something.
“Are you okay?” you asked
“Uh yeah, I’m fine. My head just hurts a bit.” he said looking as if he was deep in thought
“Oh? I have some tylenol in my room.. You want one? Or I can make you a cold drink, you’re probably dehydrated?” you asked smiling a bit
Draken turned his head to look at you, his mouth was parted, and he just looked so..anxious? You couldn’t even tell, almost like congested because he wanted to say something.
Draken felt his heartbeat quicken when he heard your name. As soon as you said it, a random memory that was buried deep in the back of his mind hit him as he quickly re-lived it. But could it really be you? The Y/n he knew from so so so long ago? Around 10 years ago? There could be no way, he remembers the girl moving to a different city..the chances were so low that it could really be you already.
But the second you said those words.. Those words of offering to make something for him, or give him something, despite you thinking you only just met him...Made him know that it was really the Y/n he met when he was only a little boy...but how the hell did you turn up here? In a place and part of town like this? He was so confused and just wanted to ask you...but you still didn’t remember him.
“..No I’m alright, thanks..can I ask you somethin-” said Draken before being interrupted
“Y/n!! Come on, let's take your pictures!” yelled Remi coming out of her room waving as a man walked out too buttoning his shirt
“Sorry, just remember what you wanted to say and tell me later.” you said smiling and standing up and walking over to Remi
Draken watched you as you walked away. He saw Remi give you a hug, and the man that was walking out checked you out to which Draken gave him a pissed off look. Making the man smile nervously, wave, and leave.
Do you really wanna live your life like this, Y/n?
He thought to himself before packing up his trash and throwing it away
Remi took your pictures, telling you to do different poses etc, and you finally settled on one. You walked over to the front of the house to place your picture in its designated area above your name. You signed, stepping back to look at it, fixing your gaze to see Draken was walking over with his hands in his pocket, looking as he was going to leave. You saw him glance at the photo making you feel slightly embarrassed.
“Nice.” he said smiling but looking into your eyes in a way where it looked like he was concerned for you.
Just as you were about to thank him a man walked in and started looking at you making you feel nervous. The man requested you, and so you smiled at him pointing your hand to where the showers were, as you started to walk behind him, you turned your hand giving a thumbs up to Draken with a nervously flushed face, smiling, as he he brought his hand up giving you a thumbs up with soft and concerning eyes before opening the door and leaving. It made your smile fade slightly, you’ve seen that face before from him. But not from today.. And it was all you could think about during your work.
As you laid in your room, after work you couldn’t help but feel a little bit...stupid? You felt so unsatisfied, not because of your customers but because you just couldn’t remember. It felt like an itch you couldn’t scratch hard enough, and with every interaction you had with the boy almost felt like a tease, like the itch just became more itchy and your scratches just became more weak. Maybe if you spend more time with him, you’ll remember?
It had been about 4 weeks, 4 weeks of saving your money, and every 4 weeks the boss collected his fair share of the cut. It wasn’t a pretty 4 weeks, it was probably the worst 4 weeks of your life. But... you and Draken would often exchange stories about your lives late at night which you enjoyed a lot. It always makes you feel better. But yet again you still couldn't figure him out. You felt as though you’ve met him before, and as though you two have had these kinds of talks before.
Draken only grew more and more helpless, seeing how you still haven’t remembered. He was slowly watching your life crumble. He felt so angry that you settled and believed you deserved to live like this, barely scraping by. He felt so awful, and saw how you grew so tired of it all. He just so badly wanted you to remember him, so that he could once again talk to you like he did before.
You had one last customer before closing, going through your usual routine, this n that, the man offered you a drink. You stupid obliged drinking it, hoping it would make your time more enjoyable but you were wrong, so very wrong, and so very stupid for drinking that stupid drink. You remember some parts, you did your job, then it all went black.. You woke up after hearing knocking on your door. You jumped out of bed, confused. You remember seeing the man leave as you started to fall asleep but that's about it. Usually you never fall asleep after the work because you never do much, your mind started to panic. But the door opened revealing Remi smiling.
“Hey sleepy! Boss says it’s your turn, come on, get your cash!” she said smiling
“Right let me just..it’s in my drawer..I don't know why I fell asleep so fast I think alcohol makes me sleepy.” you said getting out of bed and kneeling in front of your drawer to get the envelope of cash you had been saving.
“Heh, same here. I never accepted drinks from clients..they never had good intentions with that!” she said coming over and sitting at your bed
“..yeah.” you said starting to feel that panic arise in your body when seeing the envelope was...gone.
“What's wrong?” asked Remi noticing you were frozen
“I- the money..It’s gone..he took it..” you said with wide eyes feeling as though you were about to sob realizing you had just lost thousands of yen.
“Don’t say that..it..it probably just got misplaced! Come on, I'll help you look!” said Remi getting up
You couldn't even respond because of the amount of panic you were in. Your heart was racing and you felt tears fall from your eyes. After about 15 minutes of looking, you two found nothing. Absolutely nothing. You sat on the floor with your hand over your mouth, again, trying to keep a level head.
What now..?
You thought to yourself feeling hot tears stream from your face.
“Hey..guys? Boss is calling for you Y/n..what’s going on?” asked Rema walking in seeing you covering your face, crying
“She was robbed by the guy who just left, he put something in her drink to knock her out while he looked around and took the money...she doesn’t have the money.” said Remi
Rema’s mouth parted in shock and pity.
How could you mess up something so easy? All you had to do was keep your money safe. But you even failed at that.
“You have to tell him, Y/n.” said Rema rubbing your back
“Yea..yeah, could you two just give me a second? I’ll be right out.” you said smiling while wiping your face
“Sure.” they said frowning and walking out
You fisted your hands, and grabbed your covers before screaming into them to muffle your sounds..
Okay..it was a couple of thousand yen...not too bad right? I can promise the money by tomorrow..I’ll pick up some sort of street job...yeah! That’s good. Everything is fine..it’s fine.
You thought to yourself before wiping your face on more time and slapping both sides of your cheeks to wake you up.
You got up and walked to the bosses door feeling the eyes of people on your back. You knocked on the door before opening it slowly, refusing to make eye contact as you went to stand in front of the man with your arms behind your back.
“Alrighttt, let’s see here, in the last four weeks you had a total of 37 customers, so you should have around 300,000 yen, correct?” he asked looking at his paper
“Yes.” you said still looking down
“Alright, just hand it to me so I can count and divide it, you can sit.” he said smiling holding his hand out
“I..I don-” you said before being interrupted by a knock
“Come in.” he said
“Hey sorry dad, Y/n left her money with me while she went out. Thought I should bring it to her. Remember, Y/n?” said Draken walking in with an envelop in his hand smiling as he came to stand next to you, as you nodded your head ‘yes’
“Oh, thank you Ken.” he said smiling and taking the envelop
Your mouth parted as you gave a confused look, Draken only smiled and gave you a thumbs up while his dad counted the money. You felt so guilty and shocked, and all you could do was just stand there, like an idiot.
“Here you are...120,000 back..” he said, patting the money on the table to make it flat, putting it back into the envelope and handing it to you
You hesitantly brought your hand to grab it, glancing over at Draken who gave you small smile
“Thank you-” you said to him seeing Draken was already opening the door to leave
You quickly followed after him as he walked into his room. Before entering his room he turned around and looked down at you
You felt your eyes soften as you felt as though you were about to cry again, you tilted your head and neck down biting the inside of your cheek to keep in your cry.
“I promise I’ll pay all of it back by tomorrow, all 300,000.” you said
“Do you ever give yourself a break?” he asked as you brought your head up to look at him seeing he looked almost irritated
“You didn’t even ask why I did it, you just immediately jumped to feeling guilty. And you don’t need to pay me back. Really.” he said bringing his hand to close to the door, but you stopped him by grabbing his wrist making his breath hitch
“Why?” you asked looking into his eyes
“You still don’t remember? Even after all this time we’ve spent together?” he asked smiling as you took your hand off his wrist
“Remember...?” you asked furrowing your eyebrows in confusion, but then it suddenly hit you
“I swear it wasn’t me! I didn't steal!” yelled a little boy with blonde hair as two cops stood in front of him
You tilted your head and walked closer, but still keeping your distance to hear. It was a winter day and you were on your way to the corner store to buy some snacks, but you were met with an interesting scene. You kept your hands in your pockets as you listened over to the boy screaming and pleading his innocence
“I wouldn’t steal something so stupid! What would a kid like me need a lighter for!! I don’t know how it ended up in my pocket! Lay off!” he yelled as the officer dangled the lighter in front of his face
A lighter?
“Keep it down! We know how troubled you kids are here! Especially with those tattoos!” yelled back the cop as the boy grew angry and fisted his hands, ready to punch the cop
“Hey!!!” he heard a voice yelled
“Hey wait a minute!” you yelled waving your hand smiling as you ran to the scene
“Can we help you?” asked one of the cops in a soft tone
The blonde boy grew quiet, and you saw his hands loosen as he looked at your smiling face
“Yeah, why are you two yelling at my brother?” you asked furrowing your brows at the two grown man
“...Your so-called brother stole a lighter from the corner store right behind you, where are your parents? We would like to have a word with them.” he said standing up straight
“Yeah, and talk about how they let their son tattoo himself already..” said one under his breath making the other laugh
You looked over at the boy growing angry, you gave him a smile..making him calm down.
“He said it was just an accident, I asked him to pick up a lighter from the store so that we could light a candle at our father’s grave! See!” you said digging into your bag to pull out a candle
“He probably felt pressured because I asked him to get it, so if you’re gonna get mad at someone, get mad at me!” you said as you started to fake cry
“It’s our father's death anniversary, and you're yelling at kids for making a mistake.” you faked cried
“Yeah!!” yelled the boy making you smile under your hands as the two officers became anxious, feeling bad for what they had just done.
“..we’re sorry. Please let us apologize.” they said slightly bowing at you two
“I don’t think we can accept it...you two also made fun of the dragon tattoo on his head!...dragons were our dads favorite animal. He risked his life fighting for Japan and you two are laughing at him! Is that how your mother taught you how to behave?” you asked pretending to wipe you tears as the blonde boy watched you in awe seeing you toy with grown men
“Please let us treat you both to whatever you’d like from the corner store as an apology!” they both said bowing lower making you smile and look back at the boy. You gave him a thumbs up as a smile grew on his face
“Fine..come on then?” you said as both the officers raised their heads, opening the doors of the corner store for you both
You and the blonde boy walked around the store, filling your baskets with all types of things. The blonde boy watched you in just pure awe as you walked around picking your favorite snacks, as he did the same, glancing at you every now and then.
“Here.” you said smiling at the cops
“Right!” they said frantically taking out their wallets as the boy placed down his stuff nervously, still watching you
“Oh and-” you said reaching your hand to grab the lighter from the officer and placing it into the bunch of snacks
You smiled, your hands were behind your back as you watched the officers pay for yours and the boys' food, placing them into bags for you guys too. You grabbed the lighter and your bag, as the boy did the same
“Mom told us to meet her at the cemetery steps, remember?” you said looking into the boys eyes
“..yeah, I remember.” he said smiling feeling his face become hot
“Let’s go then.” you said smiling and taking his hand as you two ran out of the store
After a bit you two stopped and sat on the curbside while you both chose a snack to eat.
“Here’s your lighter, you don’t have to stay with me by the way.” you said handing him the steel lighter
“..Thanks” he said
“Sure- what do you need it for anyway?” you asked smiling
“My boss asked for it.” he said putting it in his pocket
“Oh, are you in some type of delinquent group?” you asked looking at him
“Yeah..” he said smiling
“That's cool, what do you guys do?” you asked taking a sip of your drink
“We kinda just...like...do stupid stuff and fight..” he said
“Sounds fun, but...stupid.” you said laughing making him scoff
“Why’d you do it?” he asked
“Do what?” you asked back turning you gaze to him
“Come in to cover me. You could’ve gotten in a lot of trouble because of me.” he said with a frustrated face
“You’re right, I just wanted to, that's all.” you said smiling making his mouth part and cheeks redden
“You seem pretty fun too so I thought we could be friends or something..” you said nervously
“Yeah! Sure- We can be friends!” he said happily making you feel flustered
“Well then, it’s nice to meet you, my name is Y/n, yours?” you asked holding over your hand
“Ken, but you can call me Draken-” he said taking ahold of your hand gently as you gave him a closed eyed smile blushing
“where the hell did you find that candle and com up with that whole sob story Y/n?”
“Dunno, I saw the candle on the ground by a newspaper, I kinda just winged it- “
After that day you remember hanging out with Draken almost every other day. You remember him telling you how he and his close friends started their own gang and needed some sort of funding, and so you gave it to him, on his birthday.
“I saved up! You said that you and your friends needed some money to start off so that you guys could buy a flag or banner? Right? Well, here’s 30,000 yen for your birthday!” you said handing him an envelope and a small balloon.
“Are-are you serious right now Y/n?” he asked taking the gifts, opening the envelope to look inside to see the money as his eyes lit up
“Yeah, I babysit more kids now so I was able to put some aside for you.” you said smiling satisfied with his reaction
He didn’t even say anything, all he did was bring his arms around you upper body, hugging you tight making you laugh as you brought yours to hug him back
“Thank you- you’re the best! The guys will be so happy!” he said smiling while grasping your wrists in excitement. Your eyes traced over his face as they soften. You smiled.
“Likewise.”
And- after that, you remember the day you 2 separated as friends. You both sat on the curbside, you remembered you called him to come and see you. It was a winter night and the sun was going down.
“I uh..well I don’t really know how to say this without sounding cliche but-”
“What? Are you gonna confess that you’re madly in love with me or something?” he asked grinning, making you sweat drop
“Jeez be quiet...I’m trying to make this a memorable moment-” you signed smiling, placing your palms on the cold cement
“Alright let’s hear it then Y/n-!” he said bringing his hands to the back of his head as he laid down looking up at the stars
You only frowned slightly, you shifted your position so that you could sit beside him and have a good look at his face.
“You’re scaring me..” he said jokingly making you smile
“It was really fun the past year.” you said smiling as Draken shot his head up to look at you face to face
“The hell are you talking like that for?” he asked furrowing his brows
“My parents can’t afford living in any districts in Tokyo anymore, so we’re moving to another city… about 4 hours train ride from Tokyo so-” you said looking down at your hands on the floor
“So? You act like I won't be able to come and see you or you come and see me..” he said ducking his head a bit so that you could look at him
“Draken, train tickets are about 220 yen per person, I can't afford it, and if you came by to see me I'd feel guilty because you’d be wasting your money just to only see me for like an hour.” you said
“How can I be wasting my money on you? It’s not wasting if I wanna do it and see you, plus what makes you think it'll only be a couple hours?” he asked
“I’ll have to start working once we get there, so I wouldn’t have anytime...I wanna start saving so that one day I can come back to Tokyo and live here, so that I can see your dream come true of helping your friend create a ‘new era of delinquents’ you know? I’ll even help you guys if you want with financial stuff or something.” you said smiling at him
Draken bit the inside of his cheek. He wanted to tell you so bad how he felt but..
“Look, I have a feeling I know what you’re gonna say..just remember what you wanted to say and tell me later, okay?” you said placing your hand on top of his causing his eyes to widen
“...You’ll remember me, right?” he asked looking into your eyes deeply making your mouth part
“Yeah, I’ll remember you as long as you remember what you wanted to tell me. Cause I feel the same” you said smiling as a tear fell from your eyes
“good...I will.” he said smiling back and tilting his head and wiping it off your face
After the memories hit you, you stood there with wide eyes and tears, with your wrist covering your quivering mouth. You had completely suppressed your memories of Draken, and your feelings because you knew you wouldn't be able handle being apart from him for so long. And he did the same. You couldn’t imagine how unbearable it was for him to be waiting up like this. You looked up at him seeing his eyes were softly looking at you. You could do nothing but bring your arms around him hugging him, as he brought his arms around you to do the same. You were still such in shock.
“I never thought you’d end up in a place like this, living a life like this.” he said against your ear
“I don’t wanna see you like this, please let me take care of you like you did for me..” he said said tightening his grip slightly
You could only cry at his words, you didn’t even wanna try to speak because you knew it would only come out as a sob. Was it really alright for you to rely on someone so much?
He pulled back from the hug and looked at your face, seeing you were still crying as you nodded your head ‘yes’, he smiled and wiped them away with his thumb. The smile on his face...he looked so satisfied...and happy...happy that you finally remembered. Finally remembered him.
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i don’t wanna fight alone anymore - Chapter 4
*(show host voice)* everybody welcome to the stage- Macaque!!!
Word Count: 1.8k
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"What are you doing here?" Wukong hissed, struggling to push Macaque off of him.
"Well now, Wukong, is that any way to greet an old friend?" Macaque asked, a teasing lilt to his voice, and Wukong outright growled, grabbing hold of Macaque's arms and rolling over, pinning him to the ground. Macaque looked up at Wukong, a hint of fear flickering across his face for the briefest of moments, before it was once again replaced with the same old smug look.
"Ha! Nice scar." He laughed, and Wukong let go of one of Macaque's arms in order to use his hand to cover the notch on his eyebrow. "Oh, not to mention the scarf. Copying me huh? What, do you appreciate my style, or are you still jealous from when MK came to me for training, instead of you."
"I have no idea what you're talking about." Wukong hissed, glancing nervously over at the others, who still hadn't moved, mainly out of not being entirely sure what was happening. Macaque used the momentary distraction to flip their positions once again, putting himself on top of Wukong.
"Heh, either way, that's karma for you." He said, grin still evident on his face, and Wukong, seeing no other option, reached up and raked his claws against Macaque's cheek, drawing a small amount of blood. Macaque yelped, leaning back as he instinctively covered the wound, and Wukong sat up, immediately following up be headbutting the other monkey.
The headbutt, of course, ended up being a mistake, as both monkey's reared back, covering their foreheads as pain washed over them. (Wukong could help but feel that there's been something....off, something cold when they'd bumped heads but-)
"Enough." Pigsy said, suddenly standing beside them, holding a wooden spoon in between the two in order to separate them. "Wukong, what is going on?"
"Ask him." Wukong growled, still rubbing his aching forehead, "He's the one who suddenly appeared out of nowhere and tackled me."
"Yeah, I'm not going to apologize for that." Macaque said, crossing his arms. MK mentally noted that the shadow monkey had, thus far, made no attempt at standing up.
"Didn't expect you to, you bitch." Wukong said, accepting Mei's offered hand as she helped him stand back up. "Seriously, why are you here?"
"What, can't I drop in to check on my favorite student every now and again?" Macaque said, not so subtly gesturing at MK, who sighed.
"I keep telling you, I'm not your student." He said, sounding tired with this whole thing already. Macaque just smirked. In response, Mei kicked him in the leg, and Macaque yelped, bending over as he cradled his leg closer to himself, his fur bristling as he clenched his teeth.
"....I didn't even kick you that hard." Mei said, looking Macaque over again. There were no visible injuries, other than the scratch Wukong had left on his cheek, but she had encountered many a demon, she knew that just because she didn't see it didn't mean it wasn't there.
"Is that it?" Wukong asked, crossing his arms as he looked at Macaque in disapproval. "You got injured, so you came crawling to us?"
"No. I'm fine." Macaque hissed out, rather unconvincingly, considering he still hadn't come out of his curled up position. Pigsy sighed, sensing this would be a long day.
"Wukong, go get the first aid kit." He said, and Wukong, despite huffing in irritation, complied, turning around to go find it. "Sandy- just. Restrain him for now."
Sandy pulled out some rope, and started wrapping it around Macaque's waist, restraining him by tying the other end of the rope to the ship. He didn't wrap it around Macaque's arms, worried about potentially brushing against some unseen injury. Macaque, surprisingly, laughed in response to this treatment.
"What am I, some damsel in distress?" He asked, "You going to tie me to some train tracks next?"
"Don't tempt me." Wukong hissed, rolling his eyes as he came back, passing the first aid kit over to MK, who handed it over to Tang, who, despite Macaque's protests, started applying a bandage onto the scratch on the monkey's cheek.
"I can't treat the rest of your injuries if you won't let us see them." Tang said, after he finished treating the scratch.
"I told you already, I'm not injured. Besides, I don't remember asking for your help." Macaque said, looking away from Tang's face. Wukong, a smirk on his face, snuck up beside Macaque, before lightly poking the leg Mei had kicked. Macaque yelped again, pulling his leg away, an expression of pain flickering across his face. Wukong lightly giggled, then hissed as Pigsy hit him in the back of the head with the spoon.
"Wukong, why would you do that??" Pigsy asked, disapproval in his voice. Wukong couldn't help but feel a bit like a child being chided for doing something wrong.
"...He was being kind of stuck up?" He offered as a response, chuckling nervously when Pigsy's disapproving look only increased in intensity.
"Either way, he is injured." Tang said, "So, Macaque, are you going to let me treat your injuries or not?"
Macaque didn't answer for a few moments, before he reluctantly sighed, a look of concentration appearing on his face-
And then, just like that, a series of injuries appeared on his body. A long gash down his arm that looked only partially healed, a newer cut down his leg (and Mei winced, knowing she had made that injury worse), as well as his fur looking, overall, like a mess. Wukong sucked in a breath.
"What happened to you?" He asked. Macaque rolled his eyes.
"Like you'd care." He mumbled, looking down at the floor as Tang carefully tended to his injuries. MK subtly tugged on the edge of Wukong's scarf.
"Monkey King?" He asked, quietly. "Can I talk to you for a moment?"
"Sure, kid." Wukong said, letting MK lead him to the other side of the ship. He knew Macaque would probably still be able to hear them anyways, but the other monkey was distracted with Tang, so they should be okay for now. "What's up?"
"It's just....you- you don't think that she did that to him, do you?" MK asked, glancing over at Macaque, at Macaque's injuries.
"No way to know for sure." Wukong said, "He isn't the best at making friends. Could've been anyone."
Suddenly, the look in MK's eyes changed.
"You'd know all about how Macaque makes friends then?" He asked, crossing his arms. "Y'know, while you were on vacation, I ran into Macaque again."
"You what? Why didn't you tell me?" Wukong asked, concern in his voice. MK brushed it off.
"You were busy, remember? Anyways, Macaque said something....interesting." MK said, "He said you two used to be friends. Like, he straight up compared the both of you to the sun and moon."
"He was always over-dramatic like that-"
"And. He said you abandoned him." MK said, "That you forgot about him."
Wukong sighed.
"Is that still how he sees it?" He said, rubbing his arm. "It's- look it was complicated, okay? I, well to put thing's simply, time in heaven works... differently than time on earth, and then the whole 'Havoc in Heaven' thing happened- and just. I never really got the chance-"
"But you were friends?" MK asked, "He can't have been all that bad back then."
"Well- no. He wasn't." Wukong admitted, "...If this is some attempt of yours to get me to trust him, you're not going to succeed kiddo. Not that I'm sure why you'd do that-"
"That's not what I'm- okay, so it's a little bit like that." MK confessed, laughing a little as he rubbed the back of his neck. "It's just, he's injured, so we can't just let him leave. We should let him stay with us for a bit-"
"MK-"
"It'd be wrong to just let him leave, wouldn't it?" MK insisted, grabbing hold of Wukong's hand, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "C'mon, Monkey King, at least this way we can keep an eye on him!"
"....I can't argue with you on that, I guess." Wukong sighed, "Fine. But don't blame me when he ends up betraying us in the end."
"We'll pay very close attention to him." MK insisted, "He can't betray us if we know it's coming!"
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He was going to betray them.
He was going to turn against them.
He would earn their fragile trust, and then shatter it like glass.
He would not let himself get attached.
Macaque kept this mental mantra to himself going as Mei quietly showed him to the room he'd be staying in. They had reluctantly untied him, letting him walk by himself so long as he had someone with him. They would allow him the privacy of his room, but that was it.
Macaque walked into the rather small, empty space, the only thing in there being a bed with plain sheets and a door to what he presumed to be a bathroom. He sighed as he heard Mei close the door behind him, before she turned and walked away, down the hall. He waited until her footsteps faded, and he was sure nobody would open the door unexpectedly.
Macaque went into the bathroom (it was just as small and plain as the bedroom), and let his glamor drop all the way.
They'd trusted him with this room. And that was a problem.
The kid and the others had trusted him, albeit by not much, but they were still going to let him stay.
Wukong, at least, clearly still distrusted him, if the glares he'd noticed were any indication.
Macaque sighed again as he looked in the mirror, trying to mentally prepare himself to play the long con.
He was going to betray them.
He was going to turn against them.
He would earn their fragile trust, and then shatter it like glass.
He would not let himself get attached.
Despite this, Macaque knew himself.
He knew he was going to get attached.
It would be inevitable really, that kid, MK, seemed to drag everyone into his little golden family sooner or later. He was sure that Wukong probably would've outright thrown him off the ship if it wasn't for the kid.
Macaque knew how easy it would be for the kid to drag him in, make him feel like a part of the group. He would resist it, but it would happen.
He tried to brace himself for how much the looks of betrayal on their faces would hurt. Tried to convince himself he would enjoy it. That this is what he wanted. That he chose to do this.
The shine of the blue circlet that wrapped around his head in a vice grip, reminded him that it wasn't his choice to make.
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Vienna Waits For You -3- William Nylander
A/N: So I think this counts as the start of their friendship? Or at least them no longer hating each other. As always, all previous parts are linked in my masterlist! Enjoy!
The apartment was quiet, save for the sound of the old game she was trying to watch. Frustrated, Avalyn took her glasses off and rubbed her eyes, hoping the screen would stop being blurry if she just took a second away from it. She could very easily be out with some other members of the cast, drinking and having a great night. Or she could be like Jackson, who seemed to be spending a lot of time with various members of the team.
It was good for him though, he didn’t have many guys around him that understood the game that he devoted many years to. She often wondered if Jackson regretted giving up hockey so he could act instead. She remembered his last game, the way he looked so defeated when the buzzer sounded, despite the fact that they’d won.
The knock on her door was enough to pull her away from her little hockey bubble. Maybe Jackson decided to stop by after all. She didn’t bother trying to make herself look any better, after all, Jackson witnessed her looking far worse than this.
William shifted his weight, hoping she wouldn’t slam the door in his face. Especially not after he literally ran to go find ice cream. He figured Jackson’s tip couldn’t hurt. He’d been a dick to her, so he wouldn’t blame her if she refused to talk to him. He probably wouldn’t talk to him either.
He expected to see her all done up, like she always seemed to be, but instead the girl that opened the door was a far cry from that. Her hair was a little curly, but not like she’d curled it, more like that's just how her hair dried. She had sweats on, an old worn college sweatshirt that wasn’t her’s, but maybe one of her parent’s? What really surprised him was the fact that she didn’t have a single bit of makeup on, and she was wearing glasses. He hadn’t seen so much as a single picture of her without makeup on, or with glasses.
“Oh- I uh,” She seemed to stumble back a few steps, “I thought you were Jackson. How do you- how do you know where I live?”
“Jackson,” William shrugged, “He’s downstairs at Auston’s place.”
“What?” Avalyn questioned, not being able to process much of anything.
William smiled almost shyly, “Auston lives two floors below you. Jackson suggested that I come up and try not to be a dick.”
“Are you capable of that?” She regretted even asking the second the words left her mouth.
“I brought chocolate ice cream, if that makes a difference?”
Avalyn sighed and stepped away from the door, pushing it all the way open for him, “I’ll get bowls.”
William wasn’t sure what he expected from her apartment, but he didn’t expect it to be fairly empty. It didn’t feel like a home, more like a cold apartment, half furnished so someone could at least live in it. Even Auston’s place felt more like a home, granted that’s mainly because his mom and sisters came to decorate when he first got it.
“Sorry, I-” Avalyn shook her head, “I’m still trying to get settled or whatever.”
William nodded and shoved his hands in his pockets, watching as she started dipping the somewhat melted ice cream, “I get it.”
He eyed the bookshelf, which seemed to be the one piece of furniture that she really put some thought into. There didn’t seem to be any space for any more books, some even seemed to be doubled up. He smiled slightly, there was something human about her after all. He thought back to Jackson saying that she hadn’t been able to be herself in a very long time. Maybe this was a rare glimpse at who she might be.
“So uh- Jackson told you to come up here?” She asked, not really understanding what was happening.
“Something like that,” William replied, “Are you watching one of our old games?”
Avalyn felt her face turn a little red as she handed him one of the bowls, “Well, it’s hard to go to an actual game, no one really knows that I’m here yet. Besides, I can watch more online and I get the option to replay things.”
He looked at her for a second, watching the way she started to eat big spoonfuls of her ice cream. She didn’t seem at all like the person he’d seen earlier today, or the person he’d been told about. Maybe she had a point when she told him that he should at least try to hear her side of the story.
“You said I didn’t know your side,” He said abruptly, “So, what is your side?”
She stopped eating for a moment and took a deep breath, “It’s complicated, and messy, like Shakespearean level messy. We all knew each other as kids, Jackson, Margret, and I. The three of us started around the same time, landed a few roles together and just kind of became best friends. We did everything together, and would’ve done anything for each other. Things changed, Jackson and I did some things to protect Margo that should really stay between the three of us...and I don’t know. She just took it all the wrong way and was convinced that I took Jackson from her, which isn’t the case. But she wouldn’t let either of us explain, things just ended up getting really out of had.”
“So all of this over that guy?” William blew out a breath, “No offense, he’s cool or whatever, but he isn’t worth all of that.”
“She said some things on the record and got blacklisted,” Avalyn added, “Everyone says she’s a terror to work with, among other things. She blames it all on Jack and I. It is what it is. You can believe me or not, I don’t care.”
He looked down at the small coffee table. Notebooks were strone all across it, drawings and neat handwriting covered all of the pages. He noticed the diagram of a rink, along with explanations all around it. He couldn’t help but pick it up and look closer at it.
“So, how much do you know?” He asked.
She leaned back into the couch, “Not enough. The technicalities I understand, the mechanics and how the game is supposed to work. But the lingo and how it actually works, that I’m lost on.”
He smiled lightly, “Yeah, that I can help with.”
She watched as he leaned forward and grabbed her notebook and laptop. He closed the windows she’d been flipping between and instead pulled up a movie. He smiled lazily, putting his feet up on the coffee table, “This is the first step.”
“What is this exactly?” She questioned.
“This is Slap Shot. We’ll watch the Mighty Ducks, Goon, and Miracle later. But to understand a hockey team, you have to at least see Slap Shot.”
“I-” She shook her head and pulled the blanket from off of the back of the couch, “Okay, if you say so.”
“For the record, I still think you might be a stuck up bitch,” He shrugged, “But you were right, I do want what’s best for the sport, and my little sisters would actually fly over here and murder me if they found out I refused to help you.”
Avalyn couldn’t help but smile lightly, just the slightest up curve of her mouth, “I still think you might be a selfish prick, but I want the crew to be taken care of.”
“Then I guess it’s settled.”
A week later, Avalyn found herself sitting at a table with William and other Maple Leafs, as well as various members of the cast. They were all laughing at stories that the hockey team was telling, mainly of things they did in their youth.
As Avalyn sat laughing, she realized that this was more than just a team, they were a family too. A close knit band of brothers. Jackson used to talk about how his old team was like that, but Avalyn hadn’t seen anything like it before. She wasn’t used to a close knit family unit like this, especially given how her parents raised her.
Her notebook was still open in front of her, sometimes she would jot down a few things, especially hockey slang that she wasn’t yet familiar with. But she could say, without a doubt, that she was beginning to feel like she was a part of something bigger than just her. Something that went beyond the crew too. Because they had a whole team working with them too.
“So you two worked it out?” Mitch asked, gesturing to Avalyn and William.
“Uh-” William scratched the back of his neck.
“More like, called a cease fire,” Avalyn clarified.
“Better than all out war,” Jackson joked, “Avey, we’re all going to get on the ice later today, you should come.”
She shook her head, kicking Jackson under the table. The last thing she wanted was to get on the ice for the first time in front of professional hockey players. She hadn’t skated in years, not since her and Jacky were kids. She didn’t want to embarrass herself, especially after she just got William to somewhat like her.
“I think I’ll pass for today,” She said nervously.
The rest of the team and cast kept chatting, while William leaned over to Avalyn, “You can’t skate, can you?”
She felt her face turn red, “I can...I just haven’t since I was a kid.”
“We won’t let you fall, you know.”
She shook her head again, “I don’t want everyone to see me fail.”
“We all had to learn too you know, and some of the guys taught their girlfriends at the last family skate,” William explained, “We rented out the whole rink, it’s part of learning the ways of the team.”
She still shook her head, “You just want to make fun of me.”
“Well actually I wanted to help you, but if I get to laugh at you that’s a bonus,” He explained.
“Asshole.”
“Bitch,” He smirked, “Avalyn is gonna come!”
“Hell yeah!” Mitch cheered, “You can ride over with me and Aus.”
“I hate you,” She whispered to William.
“Yeah yeah, we established all of that.”
But the truth was, she was starting to dislike him less. They talked nearly everyday, sometimes he’d come to her apartment, and sometimes she would go to his. He would send her highlight clips, and ask if she understood what was going on. They would facetime so he could walk her through things, and she even made sure that she could watch his games, just so she could get more exposure to the sport.
It was strange, she wouldn’t call them friends at all, but they weren’t enemies. Truth be told, neither of them knew what they were. But they wanted to do right by the show and by the small hockey community around the world. They never talked about Margot, but William slowly started to talk about his family and growing up in Sweden, and in other parts of the US because of his father’s hockey career. She liked hearing about his life, more than she thought she would.
A few hours later, she found herself sitting on a beach just off of the rink. She had her skates on, but didn’t exactly know how to lace them up, and Jackson was nowhere to be seen. So she sat helplessly, hoping he would find her before one of the other guys did.
“You can’t tie them, can you?”
She groaned before turning to the blond Swede before her, “Why is it always you?”
He shook his head before bending down in front of her, “Give me your foot, I’ll tie it. It’s supposed to be tight, okay? But not so tight that you can’t move.”
He started jerking on the laces, pulling each section as tight as he could, and then loosening some that he felt he got a little too tight. Avalyn tried not to think about how close they were, her foot was caught between his arms, the blade of her skate pushed into his chest. It almost felt too intimate to her. Like her skin would start crawling. But her skin instead seemed to burn with his touch, she could feel her whole body heat despite the cold temperature of the rink.
“How’s that?” He asked, releasing her foot, “Not too tight?”
She wiggled her foot a bit, her ankle felt secure, not limp like it did before he tied them, “Uh no, I think it’s good.”
“Alright, good,” He nodded his head, “Other foot, and then we’ll get you out there.”
“I still don’t want to go out there,” She stated.
“Do you want me to hold your hand?” He teased.
“William, I’m serious, I haven’t skated since I was a kid. Even then I sucked ass,” She explained, “I’m going to fall and literally break my butt and everyone is going to laugh at me. You guys are professionals, you literally do this for a living. I don’t know how to skate on a blade that’s an eighth of an inch thick.”
He looked up at her, “I’m surprised you know how thick the blades are.”
She shrugged, “I told you I’ve been doing my research.”
He sat back, putting her other foot back down on the ground, “I won’t let you fall, okay? But even if you do, it’s fine. We fall sometimes too. I’ll even let you use the little kiddie rails too.”
She shook her head, grabbing onto the bench, “I think I’m going to stay right here.”
He held out a hand for her and flashed a big smile, “C’mon Avalyn Bradshaw Kreitzburg, I didn’t think you were one to back down from a challenge.”
“Avey!” Jackson yelled from the other side of the rink, “Get your ass out here!”
She took a deep breath, grabbing William’s hand, letting him pull her up, “Just don’t you dare laugh if I fall.”
“Yes ma’am,” He replied, “You better hold on tight though.”
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I’ll Be Here
Adam Ruzek x Reader
A/N: Here’s something short for y’all meanwhile I continue to procrastinate with other stories 💗I haven’t posted in a few days due to certain things happening in my life, so I wanted to drop something here for y’all. ✨
Summary: After a tough case everyone is in much need of a few drinks, Reader taking the case a lot more harder, decides to down her sorrows shot after shot, leaving her unstable to get home. Ruzek, being the ever loving gentleman and partner volunteers to take the Reader home. During the process of doing so, Reader accidentally slips her true feelings towards the man.
Word Count: 2.7k
Warnings: Alcohol, highly intoxication, Mentions of Violence, Ruzek being a gentleman, comfort, kissing,
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ENJOY!! ✨
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“‘Nother one,” You mumble, tapping a finger on the rim of the shot glass,
Greg, the bartender, who you learned through a blurry version, gives you an unsure look, but the one you give in return has him pouring your 8th refill of straight vodka. Giving him your best loopy sided smile, you tip your head back as you down the liquor, not even wincing at the bitter taste as it falls down your throat, which should be a sign to stop drinking but after what you saw today you needed it. Needed the blackout. It was the only way for you to fall asleep without the horrifying image playing in your mind all night. So getting drunk till your completely shit faced is a must.
Motioning another refill to the poor man, he forcefully obeys, not wanting to get on your drunk bad side, because from the looks of it he can tel it won’t be fun. Just as you downed the liquor once again a voice settles right next to you.
“Alright you, how bout we call it a day huh?” You snort, turning your eyes to the one man who can tolerate you in any given state,
Literally.
“I told you... I’m gonna get s’drunk,” You slur at him, slightly catching the way his lips curl upwards,
“Looks like you succeed that goal. C’mon, I’ll take you home,” Adam offers a hand for you to take, but you shake your head,
“Nah.. it’s still early, and m’not even there yet,” You grin at him, eyes twinkling in dim light from the liquor,
Adam softly chuckles, “(Y/n) it’s two in the morning,”
Your furrow your brows at him, “Wha-?”
Looking over your shoulder as much as you can without toppling off your stool, you noticed how the place looked completely deserted, only a few people remained. The rest of the gang had left an hour ago while you were busy downing the image away at the bar. It was just you and Adam now. Giving a surprise hum, you turn back to the bar, calling after Greg, which sounded more like ‘Reg’.
“You can leave if.. y’want,” It was more of an offer than a question,
Adam shakes his head, “Not without you,”
“Geez Ruzek.. if you’d wanted m’in your bed, all you hada’ do is ask,” You give him your best smirk,
Adam chuckles and nervously scratches the side of his neck. If only it would be that easy with you, not that he would only want you on his bed, no that would be the bonus, what he truly wanted was to claim you as his own. You two have been friends since the academy days, and when you both got chosen by Alvin it just grew from there. Especially with the death of your recruiter, something had been built in between you two, causing the both of you to show your vulnerability to one another. You guys trusted each other and knew each other better than anyone else, and as the years passed, your relationship grew as well.
Your feelings to one another wasn’t visible after the whole marriage devastation with Burgess, then once again with Hailey. Adam wasn’t sure at first, would do his best to deny such feelings by sleeping around, but once he’d wake up he felt guilty about the whole night. Feeling wrong for sleeping with a women that wasn’t you. He finally admit to the feelings one day during a case, it was a close call, he didn’t say anything, but he certainly realized how much he cared for you. The moment he saw your body falling on the ground, face twisted in pain as you tried your best to gather air, he thought the worse. If it wasn’t for your awkward position and the heavy bullet vest, the entire situation would have been a lot more horrible.
“‘Reg,” You call out again,
Adam watches as the bartender makes his way over, vodka bottle in one hand and a weary look on his face. Just as nears them both and brings the bottle towards the shot glass, Adam throws a couple bills on the counter.
“She’s done for the night pal,” The bartender nods his head, relief showing on his face as he quickly collects the payment,
You turn around with narrowed eyes, “C’mon, everyone else went home, it’s time for us to do the same,”
You stay quiet for a few seconds before dropping your eyes down to the counter, “Not everyone,”
Adam’s smile slowly falters. He knew exactly what you were referring to. The little girl that had been kidnapped along with various other kids, had been rescued, except for Isabel Pace, a 7 year old girl. She was one of the offenders favorite apparently, just as the gang found his hideout where he kept all the kids, he had took off with her. You had followed him in the car, tried to keep up with him, but an oncoming truck had rammed you off the road, making you lose visual on the beaten up car. Although, after a few minutes later a park ranger caught visual on the car, but once you all arrived on the scene it was a horrifying sight. Sat on the drivers seat was your perk, bullet wound to the head, but what made your stomach twist with pain and rage was the little girl in the back seat who shared the same wound to the head.
The image would forever haunt you along with the others. So of course, Adam couldn’t blame you for wanting to drown yourself in liquor, it wasn’t easy.
He watches as you down the rest of the drink before sighing quietly through his nose, “Come on,”
With hesitation you finally climb off your stool, gripping tightly on Adam’s jacket as he helps you with an arm around your waist, steading you on your feet before slowly walking out the bar and towards his car. Luckily, you hitched a ride with Hailey, leaving your car back at the station and not having to worry about it in the morning.
The ride to your apartment was less than 20 minutes, but still managed to doze out with your head leaning heavily against the cool window. Parking in front of your apartment building, Adam softly nudges you awake before climbing off and walking over to your door. Once helping you out and up the flight of stairs, the both of you finally made it to your front door after what seemed like ages. The elevator had broken down, leaving the stairs the only option available, Adam thanked the lord you stayed in the second floor, he didn’t think he’d be able to go through another pair of stairs with your drunken state.
Another minute passed of Adam trying to open your door while you leaned heavily against him. Kicking your door open with his free shoulder, he leads you both inside and shuts it with his foot before walking you over to your couch. Gently settling you down on the cushions, he walks back to front the door, locks it and turns back, heading towards the kitchen. He’s been in your apartment long enough to know his way around the house. His movements in the kitchen can be heard, but honestly it didn’t faze you, in fact you were nearly dozing off—again— on your couch as he made himself at home in the other room.
“Here,” Adam’s voice makes your eyes flutter open, he sat on your right with a large glass of water,
With slow movements you sit right on the couch as you reach out towards the cup and finish it one gulp. At least it’ll somewhat help with the headache in the morning, it won’t subside the brutal hangover, but it’ll at least help some. Handing him the cup, you settle back in the couch, not to sleep, but to drift off. It wasn’t even a minute when tears start to fall down your cheeks, you thought they were silent tears, but the way you sniff had Adam turning towards you. Not wasting a second he wraps an arm around your shoulders and brings you towards him, your head resting heavily against his chest as silent sobs leave you. Seeing you in pain was the last thing Adam wanted, no matter the situation, he hated seeing you in pain, especially when he doesn’t know exactly how to comfort you. Physically he’s good at, but when it comes to words, he’s the worst, till this day it still surprises him when he manages to spill any comforting words to anyone who’s in need of them.
Comforting someone with words wasn’t his best suit, but words weren’t exactly what you needed at the moment, hell, it never is most of the time, so all the detective does is wrap a tight arm around you as he softly rubs soothing circles on your shoulder and leaning the side of his cheek at the top of your head. Getting a small whiff of your coconut shampoo, along with your Calvin Klein perfume he had gotten for your birthday a few months ago, the scent alone made his heart flip.
A few moments had passed when your tears had finally subsided, but still remained on the couch with Adam, head leaning against his chest, heartbeat playing in your ear and feeling yourself calming down. Another minute passes as you two remain on the couch, his fingers gently massaging your scalp as your own fiddle with a button on his shirt. Although, the sound of you yawning finally breaks the silence in the room, and bringing Adam back from his thoughts.
“C’mon, let’s take you to bed,” As much as he wants to hold you in his arms all night, Adam knows you both need sleep to get up for work in a couple of hours,
Which will be a bitch for the both of you. But mainly for you.
You shake your head and only bury yourself closer to his chest, which honestly made Adam want to allow it, want to fall asleep on the couch with you, but he knows it would be uncomfortable and knows it will only worsen your headache in the morning. Slightly chuckling to himself, Adam places a finger underneath your chin and lifts it up until you meet his chocolate orbs.
“You’ll be okay,” He referred it as a reminder more than a question,
Which was true, and you knew it was. Your job was all about dealing with tough cases that will sometimes get personal, that will have a strong effect on you, both positive or negative and then slowly learning how to move forward. Whether the pain is still there, you learn to use it as motivation to be better, stronger, and knowing you have support from your team, Adam, you knew the pain that you were currently dealing with would also be easy to get through. It might take days, weeks, but you knew it was all about time and patience.
With a hint of hesitation you nod your head in agreement, earning a small smile from the man and then getting lost in each other eyes. Your eyes dart from one pair to the other and then down to his lips, you repeated it a few times before finally closing the little gap between you two. You rest your lips against his for a few seconds and slightly pull back, testing the waters before seeing him lean back in. The way your lips felt together was like a feeling no other, like the missing pieces of the puzzle have been placed in their proper spot, they felt just right. Relief and happiness washed over both your chest, after what seemed like a lifetime you two have finally gave in to one another, and it honestly felt fucking great.
Gentle kisses were exchanged for a few minutes before slowly growing into firmer and deeper kisses. Without much warning you straddle his lap, immediately feeling his hands on either side of your waist, holding you upright as you two continue to lavish each other’s mouths, however, the way you begin to move your hips has him coming back to reality. A small gasp escapes from him when you circle your hips once again, giving you the opportunity to dive your tongue, earning yet another small moan from both of you. The moment was quickly escalating when Adam was beginning to feel all his blood going south, not that he didn’t want to continue, matter of fact he’d take you right here and there but he knew it wasn’t the right way nor right time. You are just acting on impulse, heat of the moment, and more importantly you weren’t sober. What if whatever is going on at the moment is all just a drunken night for you, what if you’d regret it when you awoke? Even if the kiss felt just right to Adam, and to you, he still didn’t want to take advantage of you at this state, it would feel real to him.
“(Y/n),”
“Adam,” You whimper against his lips, moving your hips once again, emotions heightening at the feeling of his member growing underneath you,
The hand that was resting against the mans chest had made its way at the back of his head, fingers finding they’re way into his small soft locks. It wasn’t the way you had pulled his hair that made Adam stop your movements, no, it was the way you angled your hips against his. He had to stop otherwise he knows things will soon start to escalate even more. Gripping tightly on to your waist with both hands he hauls your movements, earning another small whimper from you. Breaking the kiss you stare at him with hooded yet confused eyes.
“You don’t-..,”
“No I want to,” Adam stops you, placing a hand on the side of your cheek, “but I want it to be you, the real you,”
You melt against his hand at his words, you never knew he could be such a gentleman, well more than you’ve already seen him act towards females, and that alone made you fall harder for him.
“Okay?” He asks, hand still on your cheek while eyes search for any disapproval in yours,
Placing your own hand over his, you angle your head to place a chaste kiss in his inner palm before nodding in understanding. Feeling less weight off his shoulders, Adam nods as well before helping you off his lap and leading you towards your bedroom. Helping you remove your denim jacket, boots and pants he tucks you under the covers. Just as he pulls away you grip on to his wrist, holding it loosely as you glance up at him.
“I’m not going anywhere,” Adam didn’t need words to understand what you were asking for,
You drop his wrist and watch as he shrugs off his own jacket and boots before climbing on the other side of the bed, where you immediately settled against him. Your head leaning against his chest, just like earlier while your fingers drew imaginary shapes on his black undershirt. The feeling sending relaxation to the man and making his eyes flutter shut, awhile so many questions piled in your head. What does it mean for you two now? Did he feel the same way or was he just being a gentleman and not wanting to take advantage? Was it just the heat of the moment? Not being able to handle so many thoughts you call out his name.
“Shh..go to sleep,” He says through closed eyes, as if knowing exactly what you were planning on asking and continues with, “I’ll be here in the morning,”
A small smile tugs at the corner of your lips, even if the questions still laid heavily in your head, you knew he would be there in your arms when you awoke. You just hoped you would be able to wake up next to him in the upcoming weeks and in the future. As you got comfortable against him and start to drift off, you fell asleep with his last words of the night..
“I’ll always be here,”
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Hey Neighbor (Part 13)
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Billy Russo x Reader
Word Count: 2663
Warnings: fluff, light angst, brief mention of smut
Summary: You had a plan and then life came along with one of its own. With your future almost derailed you worked hard to get yourself back on track and finally everything seemed to be going right… that is, until your new neighbor moved in.
A/N: I’m still sorry... or am I? 😂
PART 12 | HEY NEIGHBOR MASTERLIST
Sunlight filters in through the part of the window not blocked by opaque curtains, the golden glow reaches Billy’s eyes making him throw an arm up to block out the brightness. He’s careful of his movements, not to disturb you as you sleep against him.
He had a good time last night bowling and meeting all your friends but when you accepted his offer to come back to his place that was when the real fun began. In the comfort of his apartment you sat curled against him on his couch, feeling warmth spread through your body from the amber colored drink in your hand, though Billy was more intoxicating.
You quickly found your way into his bed, tangled together as your hands and lips explored every part of each other until you reached soaring heights of passion and pleasure. Billy was an incredible lover and you hadn’t thought that simply because he had broken your dry spell. He knew how to please and did so generously. You didn’t intend on staying over but truthfully your legs felt like jelly afterwards you couldn’t do anything but stay beside him, falling asleep in his arms.
Billy puts his arm down, shifting just a little so he could face away from the sunlight, the slight movement unintentionally waking you. He felt bad, watching as your heavy lids blinked themselves open a few times before they focused on his beautiful smile.
“Sorry, go back to sleep babe,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
A smile pulled at your lips as you felt the soft lingering touch of his lips. “S’okay, I want to stay awake.”
Billy smiled at the soft noises you made as you took in a stiff inhale of breath, your body tensing up as you turned away from him, bringing your hand to cover your mouth as you yawned. The feel of morning breath was heavy on your tongue so you decided to go to the bathroom, hoping there would be mouthwash you could freshen up with.
Goosebumps prickled at your skin when you pulled off the sheets, sitting up as you scanned the floor for your clothes that had been scattered around the room amidst the throes of passion. Billy’s eyes roamed your bare skin, memories of last night bring warmth to his body, feeling himself ache for you again the longer he stared.
You spotted your sweater, pushing yourself up from the low platform bed to grab the crumbled fabric from the floor, stretching it over your skin. Beside it was your pants though you picked up your lacy bottoms and stepped into them before leaving his room to find the bathroom.
Billy leaned back against the arm he folded under his head, not feeling like getting up to find his phone wherever he last left it. He didn’t need to distract himself anyway since you walked back in, slightly shivering as your bare feet walked along the cold floors.
“C’mere,” he said, pulling back the blanket.
As you began to get back in bed your movements were halted by “nuh uh” as Billy shook his head. “No clothes in bed, it’s the rules.” He smirked, sitting up towards the edge of the bed.
A giggle escaped your lips as you moved towards Billy’s side of the bed, standing in front of him. His hands went under your sweater, holding you firmly by your waist.
“Those are the rules, huh?” You repeated, grinning coyly as you let your hands glide up his arms, caressing his smooth skin until your fingers met a raised ridge along his left shoulder.
Your brows furrowed with concern as you stared at another scar on his chest, having missed both in the dimmed lighting last night. They were clearly old but by the way Billy’s jaw tensed you suspected they weren’t fully healed.
His dark gaze wandered as he focused on something behind you, his trance dissolving from the sound of your sweet voice saying his name.
“There was… this guy, Arthur. He volunteered at the Ray of Hope group home I was in. We all thought he was so cool, playin’ stickball and hoops with us. I was ten or eleven at the time.” Billy clenched his jaw, clearing his throat of the lump that formed there.
His hands dropped into his lap and he began wringing them. “When a grown man tells you that you’re pretty you know nothing good is coming. Let’s just say I wasn’t interested in the kind of games that he had in mind. I went after him with the stickball bat, caught him a few times before he broke my arm… ripped my rotator cuff in three places.”
You had been listening quietly as Billy spoke, not realizing you were holding your breath until his hand cupped your cheek and you let it out shakily. His story wasn’t new– no, unfortunately you had heard about this situation too many times but despite being familiar with this in your line of work Billy’s story really affected you.
No matter who the person or what their story is, you care deeply about all the cases you have from Metro-General but Billy was different. You really liked him and hearing him talk about the terrible memories from his past reminded you about Pietro and what could have happened if someone had been there to help. Growing up in the system is hard enough as it is, but if the caretakers aren’t doing their job to protect these children…
Sighing, your lips flattened into a line of frustration. “I’m sorry that happened to you, Billy.”
“Hey… don’t, okay?” His hands wrapped around your waist as he looked up to meet your sympathetic eyes. “Everyone’s got a story, this one’s mine.”
His lips stretched across his face into something that wasn’t quite a smile but not a frown either. You knew it wasn’t easy to share, something he clearly can’t forget though you appreciated his openness, feeling closer because of it.
Leaning down you cupped Billy’s cheeks, feeling his scruff scratch at your palms as you placed a gentle kiss to his lips. You felt him smile against you as he kissed back, his hands grabbing the hem of your sweater and breaking the kiss for him to pull it over your head.
Billy kissed your exposed skin, softly, slowly as he laid you down on the bed. His touch was like heaven, setting fire to your soul, and together you climbed higher and higher until you reached the apex of pleasure a few more times over.
You got home late in the afternoon knowing you had a novel’s worth of texts to return from your friends, mainly the girls wanting to know all the details. Bucky’s was the only text that you replied to right away. He hoped you would get home safe, and behind your shared wall he let out a sigh of relief, reading your message that you did, even if it meant you were only getting home now.
Bucky shuffled reluctantly to his door, wondering why there’s a knock. Looking through the peephole, he can’t help but let a smile stretch over his face.
“Hey neighbor!” you said, with a beaming smile.
He hadn’t seen you in a few days, throwing himself deep into his work, thankful for the distraction. “Hey Y/N.” Bucky takes note of what you’re wearing, a comfy hoodie and oversized polar bear pajama pants. You always had the cutest pajamas.
“You busy? I was gonna watch a movie and order a bunch of food since my period came and all I want to do is eat. Sorry was that TMI?” you asked, seeing his expression change in a multitude of ways.
He let out a slightly uncomfortable laugh. “Where’s Billy?”
“Working.”
Bucky wasn’t happy with that answer, making him feel like you were settling for plans with him since Billy was busy. He was about to decline, making up a lie about anything just so he didn’t have to feel bad about himself before you continued.
“But I’d rather hang with you anyway. Not that Billy would care about my period like that but, I don’t know, we’re not at that point yet, you know? Like I feel like I can always be myself around you.”
His blank expression turned into a smile as Bucky nodded his head. “Yeah, yeah I get that. I feel the same about you.”
Bucky felt a weird sensation in his stomach as he stood there smiling at you, breaking out of his trance as you spoke again.
“Okay so hurry up and come over. I don’t know what I want to eat. I kinda want tacos, but also pizza. And if you have cookies bring them over because I already ate the ones I had.”
It felt right, sitting beside you on the couch, stuffing your faces and laughing as you watched a movie. Bucky took it upon himself to grab the bottle of Advil from your bathroom, bringing over a full glass of water for you to take for your cramps.
“Thanks. You know, I know you hate relationships and stuff but you’d make a really good boyfriend.”
Bucky was frozen, the only sound he could hear was that of his heart drumming rapidly in his ear. “Y-you think so?” he croaked out, swallowing down the thick knot in his throat with a gulp of his drink.
You nodded, leaning forward to set the glass down on your table. “Why, you don’t?”
“No, that’s… That’s not it.” He turned away from you, silent and contemplative.
It wasn’t always like this. Bucky was a young boy that grew out of the idea that girls had cooties long before his friends did. It started with Olivia. They met in sixth grade, two nervous kids in a brand new school that happened to sit next to each other in homeroom.
Her eyes were like honey and Bucky was stuck, letting himself get lost in her beauty. He memorized the freckles speckled across the nose and cheeks of her sandy brown skin like a galaxy of stars, each one more dazzling than the last. Her hair was polished bronze packed in tight corkscrews that Bucky loved brushing aside so he could kiss her; every morning before they got to class, during lunch where he neglected his food in favor of her lips, and after school when they parted.
Bucky loved her as much as a young man could love a young woman, his first love, the girl he thought he would have everything with. He was a fool to think he could have it all, blinded by his utter devotion to Olivia before he realized his relationship was more one-sided than he realized.
They spent seven years together and not once did Olivia tell him she wasn’t planning their future the same way Bucky was. Olivia meant everything to him and when she was accepted to college on the West Coast Bucky immediately started looking into transferring to a school out there. It didn’t matter that their music program wasn’t as accredited, he was willing to do anything to make what he and Olivia had last.
What Bucky didn’t know was that Olivia didn’t feel the same. Not anymore. She fell out of love with him and was hoping to use graduation as a clean break. She broke his heart and Bucky was devastated.
He didn’t understand how she could stop loving him just like that. How it was so easy for her to let go of all their history; wondering what the turning point was in their relationship and why she didn’t tell him. His trust was broken. She strung him along for months, years maybe? It wasn’t just the fact that they broke up, she had moved on. Olivia was with someone new and every day Bucky asked himself why he wasn’t worthy of love.
He shut down, losing himself in composition, letting the melody of strife carry him through the sea of heartache. It was decided then, by a boy who was barely a man, to take what he needs and never be vulnerable again. It was easy.
It was easy.
Over the past few months everything has changed. There was a moment Bucky was ready to abandon his beliefs. He had grown up, matured; he knows his boundaries and knows there is so much more of himself to give to someone.
Bucky thought that someone could be you. It was a silly idea. You were just friends. But he was friends with Olivia first too. He felt the same ease as you did with him, enjoying spending time with you even if you did nothing. He thought there might have been a chance, somehow for him to break free of the mold he set upon his life and ask you out but someone beat him to it.
You and Billy had been seeing more and more of each other. He remembers that feeling from so long ago, desperate to spend every waking moment with the person that sent your heart a-flutter. Bucky understood when you cancelled plans with him, for the times Billy was able to make a last minute date after work arrangements changed. He understood, even if he didn’t like it. He couldn’t object even though he wanted to. You were happy and Bucky felt worse the more he thought about even thinking of taking that away from you.
He changed the subject, letting the movie resume but the thoughts never left his mind.
For the first time in a very long time Bucky is lonely. While the world is out overspending on chocolates and roses, fancy dinners and champagne Bucky lays in bed, trying to distract himself with a movie. He’s usually alone on Valentine’s Day, by choice. It’s too complicated to sleep with one of his regulars, not wanting to get their hopes up by any means on the day that celebrates love.
Bucky exhaled a heavy breath, upset with himself for being unable to keep his mind off everything. His heart is a dilapidated shack lost in a desolate wasteland. Abandoned after so many years, it’s dust covered, with a haze of cobwebs clouding over the part of himself that used to thrum with life.
And suddenly the walls become unsteady. His heart begins to crumble at the sound coming from the other side of the wall. It’s you, with unmistakable cries of pleasure, in a duet of passion with Billy.
Bucky shudders, feeling uncomfortable for being able to hear something that should be so intimate. It’s payback perhaps, a taste of his own medicine for all the times he’s disturbed you in the same way.
His mind runs wild against his will, imagining you in bed as the soundtrack of your lovemaking permeates the thin walls. It’s bittersweet poison to his ears.
Bucky throws the blankets off him, nearly tripping over the boots he haphazardly toed off earlier as he rushes towards his desk. He grabs his headphones to block out the sounds, a painful reminder of what could never be.
He grabs his phone, scrolling through his contact list. So many names and yet he feels nothing for them. He stops at your name, his chest hitching with agony. He wants what you have. To love fully, and give himself completely to someone. To renovate all the broken pieces inside of himself.
His fingers tap away and Bucky refuses to stop himself of their doing. He’s scared but excited, knowing the threat of getting hurt again is very real but he’s had enough of telling himself that the way he’s been living is what he’s really wanted.
With his own melodies playing in his ear Bucky is ignorant of the way you cry out Billy’s name. He is blissfully ignorant, opening the Tinder app he’s just downloaded, creating a profile because he’s finally ready to give dating a real shot.
PART 14
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light the fire | one shot
> part of the acquainted series <
summary: namjoon isn't the type to go looking for love. after all, he doesn't have the most exciting track record with women. but when he meets ryujin, something within him comes alive and he's eager to know all about her.
pairing: namjoon x ryujin
genre: slight fluff, smut
words: 4.2k
warnings: [please read after you finish chapter 12 of acquainted] cussing, mature language, implied sexual content, club/bar scene, alcohol consumption, tipsy-slightly rough-unprotected sex, big dick kink, straddling, breast play, oral (m. & f. receiving), after care cuddles
note: my lovely anon - this goes out to you. i hope you enjoy! 💗
Namjoon wasn't necessarily lucky with the ladies. Hence, his stupid little jokes about how Seokjin couldn't even send a lady friend his way even though his ass was engaged. Selfish as hell! But also, he can't really say that he's bothered by it. His story isn't too exciting; he's had the girlfriend that cheated, he's had the girlfriend that wasn't entirely into the relationship as much as he was, he's been rejected by someone who really fell deep for. Same old cliché shit. But just because of all that, doesn't mean he looks for love. He doesn't really care for it much. He figures it'll happen naturally. He's tired of chasing, you know? He's tired of putting himself out there. So for once, he'll just sit back and let it fall right onto his lap.
Literally and figuratively.
The club wasn't really his scene either [I guess when you get older this is the shit you say all the time], but he loved Jungkookie as his little brother that he would do anything for that guy. Plus, it had been awhile since the guys had gotten together like this. He was gonna go and look good, but he wasn't expecting much out of it. He figured he'd grab drinks and get drunk with the boys, sit around or press himself awkwardly against the wall like a true wallflower. Maybe grab a dance with one chick and then call it a night.
He didn't really have plans, honestly.
But that's before he sees Ryujin being all cute, chopping it up with the group and buying shots in her itty bitty dress. It fuels something inside of him, almost pushing him to feel more alive than he has felt in awhile and do something about it. He's really trying to check her out, see what she's about, but Seokjin is in his face with this stupid ass look because he can't stand Jungkook being all up on his girl.
"Whew, a shot for you!" Ryujin yells and beams a bright big smile as she hands him the shot glass. "Ryujin, by the way."
"Namjoon." He takes the shot glass and lightly tips it up in the air. "Thanks for the shot."
"No problem." She smirks at him, quickly looking at him up and down.
"It's his 23rd birthday today!"Namjoon hears Hoseok yell, grabbing Jungkook's shoulders and playfully massaging it.
"Yeah, it's his birthday Y/N! Give the boy some love!" Ryujin turned to wink from where she was at. Namjoon edges himself a little closer to the bar to be near her, watching as she begins to lightly flirt around with Yoongi. Ryujin feels his arm lightly brush up against hers, causing her to turn her attention back on him.
"Isn't it weird to run into your professor and his friends here?" Namjoon breaks the ice, causing her to chuckle.
"Not at all. We're not in a classroom or anything sooo technically, he's not my professor right now."
"Touché. I'll give you that." Namjoon smiles before taking his shot to the neck while Ryujin watched. He caught her eyes eyeing his neck, back up to his lips, then his eyes. The confidence in him was slowly growing, and the alcohol was for sure going to make him a little bolder tonight with her presence. "Wanna save me a dance later?" He goes for it.
"Yeah, of course." She does her little smirk before she skidaddles off. Namjoon watches her pretty closely all night, even if it doesn't look like it. But he is. He catches her looking over and he can tell that she's raving to you about him. But he also catches her being a flirt with one of your friends. Taehyung, is what he assumes? He grabs his name by the way she almost whines it repeatedly. Then he catches her throwing it back onto Yoongi and how Yoongi is also really enjoying it. It'll be his turn soon though, and now he went from having zero plans, to plans that involved getting her number and making something out of this, whatever that was.
"You alright?" Joon checks on Jin since Jungkook is nowhere to be found near the group. He could at least do that before he's off, leaving him to sit here alone at the table.
"Yeah, I'm good." Is all Jin says. Namjoon doesn't pry any more and instead, makes his way over to Ryujin, who is standing around with Jimin.
"Ready for that dance?" She smiles at him, gladly taking his hand to the dance floor and immediately starts to grind up on him. Namjoon holds her close, his hands pressed against her hips as he follows her rhythm. He's pretty tipsy, but he can tell Ryujin is drunk - maybe even a little past that stage. She's getting touchy, her hands are roaming against his body and his neck, her touch sending goosebumps down his body. He lets it happen though, his body slightly feeling a little too happy with her touch. They've danced to almost two or so songs now, Namjoon can't remember. He's too focused on her.
"Wow, have you always been such a good dancer?" She turns to face him, his hands still wrapped around her waist.
"I wouldn't say I'm good." He chuckles.
"I would think again." She cocks her head to the side and cutely looks at him. He smiles back, his dimples piercing his cheeks. Out of all guys tonight, Ryujin finds him the most enticing. Usually, she's not one to feel intimidated and tends to take the ropes when it comes to men. She doesn't like to be handled and she'll gladly let you know. But Namjoon?
She was intimidated. His piercing eyes, his slicked back hair, his build. He could gladly take control entirely and she'd let him.
Not that he purposely came off intimidating. But whatever he was doing, she liked it.
"So." He breaks the silence. "May I grab your number?" He asks politely, afraid to come off too forceful, or like a cocky asshole. That was not the look he was trying to go for.
"Of course." She grabs his phone and puts in her number before making her way back to the group.
"Wait, you're not gonna give me one last dance?" He playfully jokes, gently grabbing her wrist.
"Can't let you have me all to yourself, right?" She smirks before making her way towards Jimin and Taehyung. He watches as her hips sway back and forth, her short hair bouncing with every move she makes. Taehyung playfully pulls her close and brushes the hair out of her face, only for her to smack his hand away.
Damn.
That fire in her, Namjoon liked. Normally, this isn't how he'll pick up girls he's truly interested in, but she was different. Different from what he's used to handling. Different from his past. Different from the girls he typically goes for.
And he liked that shit.
[Namjoon] 8:39pm: When are we gonna hang out? I wanna kick it with you. :)
[Ryujin] 8:40pm: You're gonna make time for me? Lol
[Namjoon] 8:45pm: Who said I was busy? If anything, you're the busy bee here.
[Ryujin] 8:47pm: Lol. I just get caught up with my friends, to be honest.
[Namjoon] 8:48pm: I get that.
[Ryujin] 8:50pm: Come up with something, then let me know time and place, Namjoon.
[Namjoon] 8:55pm: I like a challenge!
[Ryujin] 9:03pm: Good, then I'll be waiting. :)
Except, no he fucking doesn't like challenges cause now he doesn't know what else to do? He's not the most creative with dates, and he's always stuck by the cliché let's grab dinner or let's get coffee type of shit. Not cause he didn't wanna put in effort - he simply just didn't know how to be creative enough.
That was last night.
It's about to be lunch time on a Saturday morning, Namjoon mainly worried about getting some coffee before he sits and just brainstorms all day. It sounds dumb, but he really wanted to hang out with her. He was gonna try, but there were no promises he'd stray completely away from cliché hangout spots.
Namjoon makes his way to his favorite coffee shop down the street, greeting the usual baristas with his 100 watt smile and deep dimples. He comes here so often he doesn't need to say anything. The baristas already know him well enough to have his order ready on the register just so he can pay and pick it up on the other end.
"Nice day out today, Namjoon! Any plans today?" One of the cute baristas asks as she places the lid on his drink.
"Sure is. Uh, I don't know yet, we'll see. Definitely don't want this day to go to waste." He tips his cup as another thank you before heading towards the entrance. Hopefully he'd get it together and find a way to meet up with Ryujin. He really wanted it to be different but at this point, he didn't think—
"Wohhh, sorry!" A female says as she lightly brushes his shoulder.
"Ryujin?" Namjoon furrows his brows as he lightly turns to face her.
"Oh my god, hey! In that case, sorry not sorry." She laughed, making him chuckle at the corny shit that just came out of her mouth.
"Do you come here often, or something?" Which is a dumb question cause he would have definitely known if she did.
"No, I was just in the area, thrifting." She shrugged. "What happened to the challenge, sir? I've been waiting for you." She smirked.
"Ah, yeah." He scratches his head nervously. "To be honest, I'm pretty bad at being creative and planning something unique. I really wanna do something different for you and I was planning to sit my ass down all day to figure it out."
"That's cute, seriously."
"But, since we're here and I really do apologize for how cliché this is, do you wanna sit and have coffee? I can grab you some." He nods towards the entrance.
"I'd love that." He nods as he smiles toothlessly and places his cup down on an outside table.
"Anything specific?"
"Anything sweet, please. I can't do bitter shit." He laughs and nods.
"Got you. Sit tight." He runs back in to grab her their specialty red velvet latte and a fruit danish to snack on. He didn't really believe in that whole things happen for a reason or this is a sign type of shit. He was more so of a take it as it comes kind of guy - go with the flow kind of guy.
But was this a fucking sign?!
How was he just thinking about her before she literally ran into him?
He looked down at himself and checked out his outfit. Grey sweats. Grey hoodie. Jean jacket. Beanie.
Great.
She must be so woo'd right now.
"Looks like you have plans after all." The barista giggles.
"Uh, yeah. Can't waste the day, right?" He does a light jog back outside to Ryujin, who is sitting there looking at the busy street. "Here you go, madam." He pulls out the chair and sits in front of her.
"Thanks." He watches as she takes a sip, her eyes lighting up as she nods happily. "Oh my gosh, yum! Red velvet?"
"Sure is."
"I'm impressed. Good pick." She smiled as she held the cup close to her lips.
"Thank you." He pretends to bow and wave to a fake audience, causing her to chuckle. "Were you just thrifting today? Any other plans?"
"Yeah, randomly got in the mood. Other than that, no. I-uh, Y/N isn't around this weekend so to be honest, I'm kind of bored and lost without her."
"Stuck at the hip, huh?"
"Pretty much. My older sister has her own family now so she's always busy. We don't get to hang out much just the two of us anymore."
"Why don't you make plans in advance?"
"True, but you know, mom life." Ryujin shrugs as Namjoon nods.
"Where's Y/N at?" He knew the answer, he just wanted to know if Ryujin knew. Which, at this point, seems like a no brainer.
"Uh, away."
"Seokjin?" Namjoon flatly says.
"Um, yeah. I guess."
"I do know about them."
"So you already knew she was in LA with him?"
"Yeah, just wanted to see if you knew." She laughed.
"Obviously. That girl can't get anything past me."
"Same." He pauses. "I mean with Seokjin."
"So, what else do you have planned today?" Ryujin flips the switch.
"Nothing. Besides brainstorming." She laughed.
"You don't have to brainstorm, this is perfect."
"Mmm, but cliché right?" She shook her head.
"Just perfect." She looked up. "Look, the day is perfect. Sun is out, no cold wind. We're enjoying coffee. What's wrong about that?"
"I wanted to impress you." He shyly says.
"So far, I am." He wasn't expecting that, but he was glad to hear it. The conversation carried on about their families and friends, their likes and dislikes. Namjoon found that they had more in common than he thought. She liked similar things and knew a lot about the things he talked about. He was genuinely impressed by her and was curious as to where things could go.
Close to an hour and a half has passed since the two sat and talked, both really having no plans for the rest of the day. Ryujin enjoyed talking to Namjoon and felt comfortable with him. It was hard to stay away from his energy and she only craved more of it.
"Since you don't have any other plans today, do you wanna kick it at my apartment? We can fire up the PS4 and go at it on Mortal Kombat or something." She laughs.
"Cute. Yeah, let's do it. Just know I'll destroy your ass though." She cutely shrugs as she picks up her things and tosses her trash.
"Mmmkay, we'll see about that." He nods confidently. He sends her the address, which isn't far from where they're at and Ryujin gets there almost simultaneously as he does. She follows him up to his apartment, the building quiet and on a hill amongst other apartment buildings and homes.
His apartment is pristine, clean from inch to inch and smelled like a combination of woody, floral scents. He throws his keys onto the kitchen counter before removing his denim jacket and hanging it against his couch. The apartment is warm and welcoming, and Ryujin instantly makes herself comfortable by throwing off her shoes and hanging her jacket next to his on the couch. She tosses her bag on the side of the couch as she plops next to him. He actually turns on the PS4 and hands her a controller, her excitement already peeking through the roof.
They pick up quite a few rounds, both Ryujin and Namjoon screaming at the top of their lungs when rounds intensify. By the time
it's evening, Namjoon and Ryujin had gone through two bottles of wine and demolished pasta takeout. She was still pretty drunk, sitting prettily on his couch while his arm draped over her shoulders as Friends with Benefits continued to play on his TV screen.
"Are you actually watching this movie?" She giggled as her head fell onto his shoulder playfully.
"Maybe. Or maybe not."
"Hey, pick an answer!"
"You'll never know, I guess."
"Namjoon!" She playfully hits him.
"Ow." He whines, massaging his buff ass chest. "I am but you're distracting me."
"What? How am I distracting you?!" She sits up to face him, her hair slightly messy from how she had been laying on his shoulder.
"You're just too cute." He chuckled.
"I'm not even doing anything." She pouts.
"Yeah, see. Like that. That's the distraction." He points at her pouty face. "You're too fucking cute for me and it's getting really hard to contain myself." He says boldly.
"Hm, is that so?" Ryujin teased. "Then why contain yourself?"
"Because I don't wanna mess up here & do the wrong thing."
"I promise you won't."
"Really now?" He turns to look at her. It's silent for a minute before Ryujin lets the alcohol and tipsyness take complete control of her body. She edges her face closer to his, gently laying a kiss on his lips. He returns the kiss, deepening it as his hand grips onto the back of her head. Her hand is resting against his neck, but she pushes herself forward in order to straddle his lap. The kiss is intense, their tongues aggressively fighting for dominance as if they both had been waiting for this moment the entire time. Namjoon's hands begin to roam down her back, down to her ass, lightly gripping as she edges her hips into his. She lets out a small moan, feeling how quick he's hardening under his sweats.
"Fuck." She whispers in between kisses. "Please just take me." I mean honestly, he's fine as fuck, and she's tipsy. Why wouldn't she take this opportunity? Taehyung wasn't going to and she was over it. She was gonna do her and go after a real ass man. We see you, Namjoon.
"Gladly." Namjoon responds, holding onto her tightly as she wraps her legs around his torso while he makes his way to the bedroom. He gently places her onto his bed, his body climbing on top of hers as she pulls him in for another kiss. Clothes are being torn off and tossed across his room, and it isn't long before Namjoon's hands are caressing her naked body, gently gripping her breasts and giving them a good squeeze. Ryujin lets out a hiss as her back slightly arches at his warm touch. He begins to place kisses in a straight line, down her neck, in between her breasts, her stomach, her abdomen and on top of her pussy. He teases her and makes his way back up to play with her breasts, her eyes shutting tightly from the sensation of his tongue toying with her nipples, one by one. He lets go with a pop, lightly blowing a breath of air onto her wet nipples, sending goosebumps down her entire body.
Namjoon makes his way back down, biting his bottom lip as his fingers start to gently massage her clit and her folds, swiping them up and down just to get a little taste of how wet she is.
"Oh shit." He says, turned on by how wet she is.
"Do something about it." She moans, her teeth piercing her bottom lip. He smirks before he lowers his mouth to latch onto her clit, sucking gently as he inserts two digits into her core. He begins with a steady pace, pumping his fingers in and out, the sounds of her wetness bouncing off of his room walls. "Naaaamjoon." She mewls, touching a breast as her other hand grips his sheets. He adds his tongue, intensifying the moment as he picks up his pace with his fingers, stretching her out as much as he can. It's a beautiful sight from his view, and he's loving every fucking moment of it.
It's not long before she's gripping his hair, her body squirming on the bed, but Namjoon is trying his hardest to keep her steady by placing his arm on top of her stomach.
"Oh my fucking god!" She yells. "I'm gonna fucking cum." She says, almost groaning as her back continues to arch even with his arm steady on her stomach. He nods into her clit, sucking and shaking his head left to right in hopes to send her over the edge. She screams louder, her moan definitely heard outside with the way his windows are slightly open. But, he doesn't give a fuck. He wipes his mouth as he wastes no time tapping his tip onto her throbbing pussy, her body still trembling from the aftershocks radiating throughout her body. "Yes, give it to me. Want you to fill me up." She looks at him, lust filled in her eyes as she grabs his hardened member and begins to stroke him. She gets on her knees quickly, her ass slightly up as she bends forward to give his tip a little kiss. She wraps her mouth on his length, moving her tongue up and down before she releases by the tip with a pop. She begins to suck him quickly, her head bobbing up and down as his eyes are rolling back. He grips her hair, pulling her head away before he cums all over her mouth, not ready to blow his load yet.
"Fuck, you're so fucking hot." He groans as his head tilts back in pleasure. "I'll give it to you real good."
"Please." She begs, as she lays back, almost inserting his member inside herself. God, was he fucking big. She was so turned on, she couldn't wait for him to stretch her the fuck out and destroy her. He takes his cock into his own hands, inserting it gently, just to make sure he didn't hurt her in any way. In which, she obviously doesn't get hurt and is instead moaning loudly for Namjoon to keep going. As soon as he bottoms out, he begins to pull back slowly before thrusting into her aggressively. His hands grip her thighs as her heels are planted on the bed, leaving red marks on her skin every time he accidentally loosens his grip. "Just like that!" She yells. "Ugh, Namjoon."
"Shit, I'm not gonna last if you keep moaning my name like that. You're so tight around my dick."
"Namjoon, please. Keep fucking me." She begs. "Wanna feel you." He groans as he picks up his pace, the sound of skin against skin now filling his room loudly. "Close." She mumbles before she begins to moan incoherently.
"Ohhhhhh fuck." He moans, his fingers now digging into her thighs as he holds her legs closely to him while thrusting. She screams his name at the same time her walls are constricting around his member, causing him to reach his climax and allow it to completely take over his body. He grips tightly, groaning as his head falls, releasing every last bit of cum he has to give. He slowly lets out a few more thrusts as he rides out his high, her hips moving in tandem with his.
"Shit, Namjoon. That was so good." He chuckles, grabbing some tissue to help clean her up before himself. He throwns on his shirt and sweats, throwing her one of his shirts to wear to make her a little more comfortable. She happily takes it and puts it on, his scent on his shirt filling her nostrils.
"Yeah? Tell me more." She throws one of his pillows at him as he lets out a loud laugh in typical Namjoon fashion.
"Fuck, my legs."
"I'll gladly take responsibility for you not being able to walk tomorrow." He winks.
"Oh, please." She playfully shoves him aside as he plops next to her on the bed.
"Wanna watch a movie in here?"
"Sure." She says, watching Namjoon get up to shut everything down in his living room. How they went from coffee to fucking each other's brains out? They didn't know, but they can also agree they didn't regret a thing. But honestly, she wasn't expecting to stay over, and she was mentally prepared to get up and leave around 2am or whatever. She was just used to that kind of treatment, with the way she used to fuck around. It's been awhile since she's done this, even though she jokes around a lot about plotting and getting dick. She had been wrapped up in her feelings, questioning whether or not she actually had it for Taehyung.
But tonight kind of just proves that she doesn't, because she isn't looking for him nor is she worried for him. It's not like he was ready for anything serious any time soon, either. Boy didn't have a problem showing that.
Even though she expects nothing, she doesn't realize she falls asleep in his arms during the middle of Spiderman: Homecoming and only reality only hits her when she's awoken by the sound of her phone blaring her ringtone on the nightstand next to her. She grabs it, checking the caller ID before quickly rolling up in his bed.
"Everything okay?" He asks, his voice super husky as he's barely even awake. His arms flops to the side when she gently removes it as she stands, eyeing the room for her clothes.
"Yeah. I hope. It's Y/N. I need to pick her up." She says quickly throwing on her clothes. She's rushing because she can tell you were crying heavily over the phone and she's afraid of what might have happened to you. Nothing worries her more than her bestfriend being in trouble or distress. "I had fun, really. Call you later when things settle?"
"Hope she's good." He nods as he watches her fly out of his room and to the front door.
Fuck.
Was it bad to feel addicted already?
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Forever & a Night//michael clifford
Second NYE chronicles! This is some sweet and fluffy Michael with maybe a pinch of smut who knows🤷🏻♀️ I also got very carried away. Oops. reader insert but written as fem!reader
warnings: casual drinking, champagne, first time having sex, reminiscent memories
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Michael’s holding your hand as he weaves through the New Year’s Eve traffic. The leftover snow glitters from the neon signs of bars and restaurants that are already flooded with New Year’s Eve celebrators. The radio station is playing the top forty song of the past year, Michael’s thumb rubs over your knuckles and circles the diamond ring that hasn’t left your finger since last New Year’s Eve.
“Remember our first kiss?” he asks you, his voice soft and soothing.
His voice was one of the many things you love about Michael. The soft timber was the only thing that can calm you down if you’re frantic over a busy schedule, and the scratch of it tickled your ears in the early mornings.
“Of course I do, it was also the first time we met,” you giggle resting your head on your seat to gaze lovingly at him. The lights on the street flickered over his face, accenting his pretty green eyes and perfectly pink lips. Lips you’ve kissed since you were fourteen years old.
“You missed my lips the first time,” he chuckles, eyes sliding over to you as he rolls to a stop at a light.
“I was nervous! You were my first kiss ever.”
**
It happened in the basement of your (at the time) best friend’s house, she was having a New Year’s Eve party and it was your first boy/girl party to attend. It was mainly kids from school so you knew everyone but stayed on the outskirts of the party taking it all in. You were at the snack table when a call for a game of Truth or Dare aroused and you scampered away as fast as you could.
On the other side of the stairs was the tv where Michael and his best friend Calum were playing video games. Michael had on his signature dark gray beanie, making his face appear more round but you could see his boyish charms were fading into a teenager. At first, you thought he was annoying because he was loud and interrupted the teachers. Then he made a joke that you laughed at during math class and you realized how funny he was. His humor is what attracted you to him in the first place.
“You got me with a blue turtle? Fuck you,” Michael shoved Calum with his shoulder and your ears rang at the cuss.
It’s weird hearing people you’ve known since you were six use swear words now. Growing up is weird.
“Hey, Y/N, you wanna play?” Michael asked and you stared dumbfounded that he asked and that he knew your name.
“I’m fine watching,” you shrugged, moving to the floor in front of him. You sit cross legged placing your plate of snacks in front of you and start to munch. Knowing your manners, you hold up the plate of goodies. “Want some?”
“Thanks,” he smiled and took a few pieces of popcorn.
“Is the pizza here yet?” Calum asked, his eyes focused on his character.
“I don’t think so. I think Casey’s mom just went to pick it up.”
So there you sat, watching them play Mario Kart ‘64 laughing at their banter and even shouting at Michael to pull away from the wall or to watch out for a banana that’s in his path. The pizza arrived and the three of you remained in the back corner of the basement enjoying your smaller party.
When midnight neared, Casey shut the lights off so you could watch the ball drop. Michael pulled you to the back away from everyone else and for some reason you had butterflies in your stomach.
Ten minutes until midnight and Michael moved closer to you so his bicep touched the top of your shoulder. He was very tall and your arm zinged from the contact.
Five minutes until midnight and he leaned down to your ear.
“Would you maybe wanna be my kiss at midnight?” goosebumps formed on your ear and you never knew that was even possible. You nodded your head, too scared to look at him because you’ve never kissed someone before. “Cool.”
Your nerves were heightened as it ticked closer and closer to midnight. The other kids were becoming louder in anticipation of the new year but you were worried about where to put your hands and how to turn your head so your noses don’t bump.
The twenty second countdown began and Michael took hold of your hands. His were cool and soft compared to your warm clammy ones. He moved you in front of him, holding you close as his thumbs ran over your skin. It calmed you down a little.
You stared at each other as it became ten seconds. Your heart was about to beat out of your chest but you were hypnotized by his eyes.
“FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE! HAPPY NEW YEAR!”
Party horns and silly string exploded behind you as you leaned up on your toes to give him a quick kiss. You ended up kissing below his lips a little and on his chin but you still felt a shock from the contact. Embarrassed, you buried your face in his hoodie, your face hot.
Michael hugged you back with his cheek resting on the top of your head.
“Could we try that again, maybe?” he asked politely.
“Now?!” you squeaked in shock.
“Or later,” he chuckled. “How about we go back and play video games?”
“Okay.”
He held your hand as he led you back to the tv area and you both sat a little closer to each other on the couch.
“Hey Y/N?”
“Yeah?” you’re concentrating really hard on the tv screen and your fingers on the controller. Then you feel Michael’s lips smoosh on your cheek in a kiss. You’re frozen. Frozen in shock and heightened senses.
“Happy New Year.”
**
Michael’s thumb is still rubbing your hand as you both walk into the lobby of the hotel. It’s still decorated from Christmas with a few blue and silver baubles for New Year’s. At the concierge desk stood Calum and his girlfriend who were dressed to the nines for a party they would be attending after the ceremony. Calum was in all black with a gold tie and a top hat to complete the look while his girlfriend had on a pretty silver dress that sparkled in the light.
“How did we beat you here when it’s your day?” Calum asks.
“Got stuck in party traffic,” Michale laughs. “Love the hat, man. Is the officiant here?”
“Yup, he’s all set. We just have to get you in your dress,” Calum’s girlfriend beams at you.
“Everything is in the room, right?” you ask, your voice shaking slightly from excitement and nerves.
“Yes, but you can’t see what it looks like until after the ceremony. Come on, time to primp and pamper you!”
“I’ll see you in about an hour,” Michael says, tugging you against his chest. His long finger pokes your nose before he leans in to give you a soft kiss. “Breathe, baby. This is our day.”
“What are you and Cal gonna do?”
“I’m going to buy him a drink while we wait for you ladies,” Calum grins.
“Okay,” you sigh heavily. “I’ll see you soon.”
You hold each other’s hand until the last possible second, until it’s just your pinkies linked together and then you’re walking towards the elevator and he’s headed to the bar.
Calum’s girlfriend covered your eyes as you entered the honeymoon suite you and Michael reserved for after the ceremony. You’re sat in a glam chair as someone works on your hair, two other people work on your nails and toes and another does your make-up. They’re all a well oiled machine and you close your eyes, seeing past New Year’s with Michael behind your lids.
On another New Year’s Eve when you were nineteen, you were with Michael at a cabin his parents rented out for the two of you. It became a tradition of yours to order pizza and play video games. But this year...this year was going to be special. When he picked you up in his old car and he kissed you hello, you felt different.
The whole journey to the cabin was full of this energy you couldn’t quite place. It left you buzzing and in anticipation of what the night would bring. Sensing your feelings, Michael reached over and took your hand bringing it to his lips. You felt a surge of affection as you felt the shakiness of his breath on your knuckles. He was nervous too.
While you played video games and ate, you also had a drink or two as the night progressed. And as the night progressed, you became warm and filled with a burning you’ve never felt before. Michael was in the kitchen opening a bottle of champagne he brought and walked in with two gold flukes.
“For you my lady,” he handed you a glass then poured the bubbly in your glass. It simmered and fizzled the bubbles away while he poured his own. “This is called ‘34+35.’’
“What does that mean?” you asked while taking a sip then smack your lips together at the sweet taste.
“Probably the year? I don’t know,” he shrugged. “Hey! We need to toast first before you drink!”
“Sorry!”
“To our five year tradition and anniversary,” he smiled looping his arm around yours. “I love you, kitty.”
“I love you, too,” you smiled then you both took a drink.
Two glasses later, you were both laid out on the large couch with Michael nestled between your legs, your lips connected in drunken kisses. Both of you are in your underwear and Michael’s fingers are dipping under the strap of your bra. He pulled it off your shoulder and his lips moved to the free space above your breast.
The scruff of his beard tickled your skin, his lips so soft on your skin as he kissed it lower, lower, and lower until he pulled the cup of your bra down. Being exposed to the air and his hot breath made your nipple harden. Michael sucked it between his teeth and you gasped at the newfound sensation. His lips puckered around your mound while his tongue flicked and circled your nipple.
“Does this feel okay?” he asked, his voice a little raspy.
“Good...good,” you nodded squeezing his shoulders, “really good, Mikey.”
After a few more light suckles, he pulled your other cup down and used his mouth in the same fashion. You closed your eyes at the care he was taking with his mouth on you. He palmed your other breast, rolling your peaked nipple between his fingers and you rolled your hips against his trying to tame the heat between your legs.
Soon after, the rest of your clothes were discarded and you stared a little wide-eyed as he rolled a condom on his hardened dick. He pumped himself twice to make sure it was on properly, his lower lip caught between his teeth.
“You’re sure?” he asked and you shifted your eyes to his face.
There was so much love and care in those sea glass eyes. In answer to his question, you dragged him by his neck so he was on top of you.
“It’s you, Michael. I want you,” you mumbled on his lips.
It took some time because it was the first time for the both of you. Tears pricked in your eyes as he nudged himself inside you, even with the lube he brought it was forgein to your anatomy but each inch felt better.
You were both breathing heavily as he adjusted, he was very patient and his careful care made sweat form on his skin.
“You feel amazing,” he panted closing his eyes. His head drooped to your neck, hot breath fanning your skin and he began to rock.
Each pull and thrust the burn between your legs lessened and was replaced with a new sensation that made your toes curl. It was special, it was hot, it was all brand new but you loved every minute of it because you and Michael were perfect for each other.
Afterwards, he poured you both another glass of champagne as you snuggled under the large blanket watching the New Year’s celebration on tv. You hadn’t even realized it was the new year because you were so involved with each other.
“New Year’s Eve is my favorite holiday,” Michael said.
“You’re just saying that because you got lucky,” you teased taking the bottle from him.
“Yeah I got lucky. Lucky to have you as my best friend, my girlfriend, and now my lover. New Year’s Eve is our day, babe.”
“Forever?” you asked, holding out your pinky.
“Forever and a night,” he grinned, linking his pinky with yours.
**
You’re adjusting the flowers in your hand as you walk towards the small party room where Michael is waiting for you. About a year after that first time, Michael started off on his music career and with timing and being on different continents, that was the last New Year’s you spent with him until two years ago. You still were in each other’s orbits silently cheering the other on on social media.
You met up again on New Year’s Eve at a mutual friend’s party. You stuck by each other like glue, reminiscing and catching up on new adventures you’ve both had. Discussions of break-ups, stupid moments, and other memories occurred and when the ball dropped you were already kissing.
“It’s just you and him,” Calum’s girlfriend tells you quietly.
The music starts inside, the doors open and she walks down the small aisle laden with glitter paper and flowers. You adjusted your dress, a pretty champagne color and took a deep breath as you made your way to your best friend. Michael couldn’t keep his eyes off you.
The ceremony was short and simple since it was just the four of you. Michael’s vows made you cry because he brought up past New Year’s Eve moments. He held your pinky the whole time then when you were declared husband and wife, he cradled your face in his hands pressing a soft kiss to your lips.
Your first kiss as husband and wife.
Photos were taken shortly after, then Calum and his girlfriend were off to finish the rest of the evening at a party. They offered their congratulations and happiness before you and Michael were finally alone. When the elevator doors open, he lifts you in his arms and walks across the threshold into your honeymoon suite.
“I’ll do this again when we’re back home,” he says nuzzling your cheek.
The room is decorated with roses and candles. Near the window overlooking the city is a table with steak, shrimp, fruit, champagne and chocolate covered strawberries. The meal is delectable, the champagne is your favorite ‘34+35’ brand. Michael snapped pictures of you and you took some of him. Then you took one with your hands over the other capturing your wedding bands.
“How about we take a bath?” he asks, already scooting his chair from the table.
The bubbles are warm and so is the bubbly in your flukes. You share kisses that leave your lips tingling and soon you’re in his lap.
“I’m having deja vu here,” he mumbles moving his lips over your jaw.
“I hope that’s a good thing.”
“It’s a very good thing.” he sucks on your neck and you gasp.
Shortly after, you shift back into the suite and fall on top of the dark gold bedspread. Michael rocks into you and you’re filled with overwhelming sensations. He drags his tongue between the valley of your breasts and you gasp out his name when he hits a certain spot.
Your fingers link and your wedding bands clink together just as fireworks explode outside. It must be midnight.
“Happy New Year, wife,” he pants, his eyes glazed over as he looks down at you. He gives you a kiss.
“Happy New Year, husband,” you smile lazily then bite your lip as your toes curl.
“New Year’s Eve, it’s always been you,” he sighs, knocking his forehead to yours. His hips move at a slower pace. “My best friend, my girlfriend, my lover, my fiancé, and now my wife.”
“New Year’s is ours,” you smile stretching your lips to his in a gentle kiss. “Forever…”
“Forever and a night.”
He lifts your arms over your head, starting the new year the way you know best, connected.
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An Art of Balance #11
Orion Amari x MC
A/N: Okay, now this is a long one, I hope you don’t mind. I had split this up into three parts to make things shorter but I just hated the way it turned out so much. So now you just have to endure an almost 5.5 k attempt of mine to describe feelings. Oh God. Sorry in advance. If anyone is interested in what the song the Weird Sisters are playing sounds like, I image it being something like Don’t Cry from Guns ‘n’ Roses. I actually like to think they sound a lot like them.
Thanks for the heads up @kc-needs-coffee
Warning: Use of alcohol (my characters do like a good drink, don’t they)
Word Count: ~ 5.400 (don’t hit me please)
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Chapter 11: Let Me Take You Dancing
The days leading up to the concert had gotten colder still. Everything was covered in a thick layer of rime, sparkling in the light of the pale November sun. Even the Black Lake had frozen over for the first time in years. The students daring enough to go for a round of ice skating soon told hushed stories of giant tentacles pushing against the ice from beneath the water, knocking heedless students off their feet.
Not particularly eager to get back out into the freezing cold, Lizzie and Charlie had dallied at Hagrid’s perfectly cosy hut far too long. As they were racing back towards the castle, the sun was already hanging low in the sky, their breaths forming in misty clouds in front of their faces.
They found the hallways completely deserted. Almost everyone besides those who had to stay behind at school had already gone to the village. Lizzie risked a quick glance at the giant clockwork above the castle gate while they were hurrying past it. The concert was due to start in less than an hour.
Sure enough, when she skittered into the Hufflepuff Common Room it was empty besides a handful of first years playing a game of cards. Lizzie continued towards her dormitory and found it devoid of her friends. Only the floor, covered in clothes pulled from various drawers, bore witness of the four girls having gotten ready to go out before.
Lizzie waded through the colourful assortment, picking up the odd piece of clothing belonging to her. She found what she had been looking for displayed on her bed. As always, Andre had delivered the outfit he’d made for her just in time. Lizzie ran her hand over the soft fabrics, her eyes lingering on the black heeled boots resting neatly beside the trunk in front of her bed.
She sighed as she picked the precariously high heels up for closer inspection and grimaced at the thought of squeezing into them. She had told Andre she was not used to heels that high when he had suggested wearing some to her in the first place. But apparently, Lizzie’s ability to walk without support was a worthy sacrifice to see the picture he’d had in mind come to life.
After a quick shower to get some warmth back into her body, Lizzie twisted her hair into a ponytail and got changed. She observed herself in the floor length mirror next to the entrance door. Although she severely lacked stability while doing anything more than standing, she had to admit Andre had once again outdone himself.
After she had stalwartly refused to make her appearance in a short dress in the middle of winter, he had opted for an off-white shirt made of a floaty material Lizzie wasn’t familiar with. It reminded her of silk, but it had a thicker feel to it. It fit her body in all the right places while the loose sleeves allowed her to move freely. The boat neckline ran deeper than what she would have normally worn, exposing a fair bit of her shoulders. Thankfully, it lacked any glitzy details that would have distracted from its impeccable fit. It’s simpleness complemented the black leggings made of soft faux leather that clung tightly to her legs. Combined with the boots Andre had given her, they greatly elongated her legs, making her appear much taller than she actually was.
Lizzie picked out some silver earrings and a matching necklace while contemplating the thick black cardigan still lying on her bed. Making up her mind, she dug into her drawer until she had found what she had been looking for. Holding her old Weird Sisters jacket up in triumph, she dusted it off before shrugging it on.
Andre would probably hate it, but Myron, the lead singer of the band, had given a jacket like hers to a handful of friends back in the early days of the band. If she didn’t wear it now, she wouldn’t know when.
Posing in front of the mirror, she presented herself to Mouse, who was eyeing her lazily from the bed she had made herself out of Skye’s favourite hoodie.
“How do I look?” she asked her four-legged companion.
Mouse seemed to examine her for a moment before she let go off the string she had been chewing on, opening her mouth into the widest yawn Lizzie had ever seen. She shook her head and started kneading the sweater with her outstretched claws.
“Don’t get all enthusiastic on me,” Lizzie muttered. She walked over to the cat to give her scratch behind the ears when her heel caught on one of the dresses on the floor. With a little shriek, Lizzie toppled, gripping the post of Skye’s bed for dear life.
As attractive as those boots made her feel, there was no way she would get into Hogsmeade without breaking both her legs first.
Decidedly more careful she grabbed her coat and walked out of her Common Room, her heels clicking loudly on the stone floor. Charlie, Andre and his date, a pale blond girl with a bored look on her face, were already waiting for her.
Lizzie opened her mouth to thank Andre for his effort, but before she could utter a single word, he pointed his finger at her, looking completely horrified.
“What, in the name of all that is fashionable, is this?”
Andre rushed over and tugged at her ponytail painfully. “I explicitly told you not to do that.”
With an exasperate sigh he got his wand out. He muttered “Evanesco” and the hairband holding Lizzies hair out of her face vanished, her brown curls falling down over her shoulders. He observed the result contentedly. “Now you look fabulous.”
Lizzie shot Andre a glum look. Since she had cut her hair the front bits constantly fell into her face, a sensation she had grown to hate. Out of habit, her hand went to her head to swipe it back when Andre pointed his wand at her face.
“Do not touch it,” he warned her, accentuating every word with a flick of his wand.
Lizzie glanced at Charlie for support, who hadn’t bothered changing at all. He gave her the tiniest shrug. Andre bossing her around showed just how nervous he was.
“May I change my shoes, though?” she dared to ask timidly. Moral support or not, she couldn’t fathom walking all the way to the village in those death traps. The concert would long be over by the time they arrived.
Andre was having none of it, though. “No, you may not.”
She made a face. “Why not? They hurt. Charlie is even wearing the same clothes as before,” she complained.
“Because Charlie is basically a troll.”
Despite herself and her increasingly numb toes, Lizzie had to giggle at this swipe at her friend.
“And besides, you are friends with Skye Parkin; you should be used to pain.”
Both Charlie and Lizzie were laughing at this point, while Andre’s date resorted to smiling politely, not sure what exactly was going on.
As the four of them finally set off, Lizzie linked arms with Charlie for support, letting Andre and Claire get ahead of them. When they were out of earshot, she quickly pointed her wand at her feet. Her heels vanished, turning her boots into infinitely more comfortable flats. She winced as the blood came rushing back into her toes.
Charlie shot her a lopsided grin. “I wondered how long you would last in those.”
He picked up his pace now that Lizzie was able to keep up with him. They would need to hurry to get to The Three Broomsticks in time.
“Come on, they won’t wait for us and I fancy something to drink. We’re going to be just in time to be fashionably late.”
*
Orion couldn’t remember when he had last felt so out of focus.
The main room of The Three Broomsticks was packed to the brim with people laughing, chatting or swaying to the sound of the music. The constant buzz of noise and the little amount of space unnerved him. His eyes were restlessly sweeping over the crowd while he repeatedly loosened and tightened his grip on the glass in his hands.
He was no stranger to social gatherings of course. Lizzie was an avid supporter of the Hufflepuff pre- and post-match parties; after she had convinced Skye to attend several times, it hadn’t taken long before the rest of the team had followed suit. While Orion preferred to focus on his inner balance before a match, he had come to enjoy socialising with the people of his House after returning from the pitch.
But this was something else. The parties in their Common Room consisted mainly of Hufflepuffs and the odd student from another House who had snuck in. Today, it seemed like almost the entire school had crammed themselves into the tiny pub.
Orion shifted against the wall he was leaning against. No, he really couldn’t say he was enjoying himself. He was thoroughly regretting giving in to Skye’s prodding and coming here in the first place.
Skye herself was standing a bit to the side with Penny, her eyes fixed on the Ravenclaws sat at a table a few feet to their right.
Judging from the angry waving of Skye’s hands, Orion guessed she was complaining about Rath, who looked about as comfortable as he was, breathing the same air as her. He was not intent on joining their conversation. His energy was unsettled enough without the negativity Skye was emitting.
Next to him, McNully was observing the same table out of the corner of his eyes. Ever since the girls had sat down, his friend just wouldn’t quit talking.
His ceaseless chattering was accentuated by wide, dramatic gestures. He was obviously trying to catch the attention of the table’s occupants. Orion wished he would just pluck up the courage to get over there and start a conversation with someone who would actually listen to him. He, for one, surely wasn’t.
Orion felt the trace of a headache building inside his throbbing temples. He absolutely hadn’t imagined coming here to be as exasperating.
The other girls in their company weren’t exactly inviting to converse with either. Tonks had left them to find her friend Tulip as soon as they had arrived; he could spot the two of them hanging about the bar, surreptitiously glancing at the huge barrel with butterbeer behind the counter. Orion made a mental note to not drink anything from it anymore.
Rowan just sat quietly at their own table, her drink clutched in her hands, shooting him a timid glance now and again. Orion probably should have made an effort to go and talk to her to ease her awkwardness, but he wasn’t in the mood for hollow chatter. How could he lift someone’s anxiousness while fighting the same sentiments himself?
It was a shame Lizzie wasn’t here yet. He found himself watching the entrance from time to time, looking forward to her finally showing up. Contrary to most of the group gathered around him, he felt like she was the only one he could actually have an agreeable conversation with. Usually, McNully would have been the exception, but his nervous jabbering was increasingly grinding on Orion’s nerves.
He decided to end his torment prematurely; bending down towards his friend, who was just elaborating on the different noise levels of a rock concert and a professional Quidditch match, Orion inclined his head towards the Ravenclaws whose attention McNully was so desperately trying to catch.
“It seems you have quite the admirer,” he shouted into McNully’s ear with a smirk. He was nodding into the direction of a certain redhead, who had been looking towards them way too often for it to be coincidental.
Much to his amusement, McNully paled visibly. His hand went to his head, unconsciously checking his hair. He had made sure it was meticulously styled for the occasion. “Are you sure?”
Orion hummed in confirmation. “Absolutely. She has been looking at you for some time now. Why don’t you get over and say hello?”
McNully nestled with his tie. “I don’t know, mate. According to my statistics- “
“Forget the statistics; they are only numbers representing the odds. And sometimes, the universe is set to defy chance,” he interrupted him.
Without giving his friend a chance to back out, he raised his glass towards the girls at the table, drawing their attention. Smiling broadly, the girl in question raised her own drink in response. She exchanged some words with her friends, before leaving her table and heading over to them.
Orion had left McNully had little choice but to play along. He clapped him on the back as his now silenced friend gulped visibly, once again checking his hair. Leaving them to their own, he pushed through the crowd towards the bar. Although he had to move deeper into the mass of people, he was thankful for a moment to himself.
He had just settled at a corner of the counter, when he spotted Lizzie sitting at a table at the far end of the room. Apparently, she and her friends had arrived while he had been busy getting McNully set up.
She was deeply engaged in conversation with Charlie Weasley and his brother Bill. To his surprise, she had decided to wear her hair open for a change. Her brown curls draped around her slender shoulders, contrasting nicely with the white shirt she was wearing. As if unfamiliar with the feel of her hair loose around her face, she raised her hand to her head ever so often, combing through it with her fingers.
Orion watched lost in thought as Lizzie threw her head back in laughter at some joke Charlie had probably made. He felt his mood sinking again. So much for a chance at a decent conversation.
As if sensing someone looking at her, Lizzie turned her head, her eyes scanning the room and meeting his after a moment. A radiant smile spread on her face as she discovered him at the bar all by himself. She exchanged a few quick words with the Weasley brothers, then grabbed her drink and left her friends to themselves.
Orion’s spirits immediately lifted, he felt his mouth curve into a smile as he saw her approaching. She was weaving through the dense mass of students gracefully, but just as she was about to pass the last row of people in front of the bar, she suddenly got caught on someone’s foot, stumbling the rest of the way.
Orion quickly reached out to catch her from falling, but the impact send her tumbling into him instead.
“Oh God, I’m so sorry!” Lizzie straightened herself up, her face burning red.
“Don’t worry, you know I’m good at catching things,” Orion heard himself answer. He cringed inwardly at the horrendous joke he’d just made. What on Earth had that been about?
Luckily, Lizzie didn’t seem to have noticed. She looked around the room for other familiar faces. “This place is packed! I’d have never thought so many people would come. Where are the others?”
Before he could reply though, Penny came rushing towards them out of nowhere, virtually jumping on Lizzie’s back in excitement.
“Lizzie, there you are! What took you so long?!” she shouted to be heard over the music.
The band was playing a song with a considerably picked up pace by now. “Come on, let’s get dancing!”
Lizzie had just enough time to give him an apologetic shrug before the blond girl whisked her away and onto the dancefloor.
*
By the time the next three songs were over, Lizzie was breathless from jumping around with Penny and singing along to the music at the top of their lungs.
“Now it is time for your feet to catch a break, my friends,” Myron Wagtail, lead singer of the Weird Sisters, breathed into his microphone with his raspy voice. “This next song is for our sweethearts.”
As the dancefloor emptied of enthusiastic dancers and couples began to fill their places, Penny and Lizzie started making their way back to the bar. Lizzie’s throat was sore from singing, begging for a sip of water.
When they had almost reached Orion, Lizzie caught sight of someone making their way towards them. With a sinking feeling in her stomach, she realised it was Everett. He was smiling confidently, his intense gaze fixed on her.
Her mind racing, Lizzie set her eyes onto Orion. Without thinking on it any further, she stepped forward and grabbed his arm, dragging off him off his stool and back to the dancefloor.
She saw him raising his eyebrows at her in confusion. “What exactly are you doing?”
“Shamelessly using my knight in shining armour a second time, I’d say.”
Upon seeing her already taken, Everett was backing up again, chagrin written all over his face.
It was only now that she got aware of Orion still standing in front of her, both of them now surrounded by couples swaying to the sound of the music. Lizzie felt the heat rising to her face; she clearly hadn’t thought as far ahead.
To her surprise, however, Orion extended his arm, offering her his hand. Confused, she took it and he pulled her closer to him, his other hand coming to rest on her waist.
“If you dragged me here for whatever reason, we could as well go with the flow,” he smirked. Lizzie blushed even further, unable to think of a witty remark. She decided to just let it go and do as Orion had suggested. Concentrate on the song; go with the flow. She felt herself relax.
Orion was an excellent dancer, she’d have to give him that. He was leading her through the music confidently, making sure they weren’t colliding with other couples strewn across the dancefloor. Even now, the crowd was much thicker than she had anticipated.
Noticing the confused sideway glances some of their peers shot them, she chuckled. She stepped closer to Orion, standing on her tiptoes so she could shout into his ear over the music. “Seems like we’re attracting quite the attention,” she laughed lightly.
He only smirked as he slowly spun her around. Her fingertips tingled as their hands reconnected and despite herself, she felt her smile grow even wider. She tried to relax her already hurting cheeks, but she was simply enjoying herself too much.
Trying to distract herself from the tension she felt surging through her body from where Orion’s hand rested on her waist, Lizzie tossed her head in a futile attempt to get her unruly hair out of her face. Without giving it another thought, Orion lifted his hand, carefully tucking away the rogue strand that had been bugging her. The back of his hand accidentally brushed her cheek and Lizzie instinctively leaned into his touch, her heartbeat picking up pace. The thought of resting her head on his chest crossed her mind for a split second. Bewilderment mixed into the buzz she felt coursing through her veins. What was wrong with her?
“I’m surprised you chose to wear your hair like that,” Orion commented absentmindedly, apparently unaware of the indefinable mix of emotions he had just inflicted on her. “I thought you hated having it in your face.”
Eager to set her mind to something else, she concentrated on her answer. “It wasn’t exactly my choice. Andre forced this mess on me, and I’m rather annoyed by it.”
Orion furrowed his brow. “You should not let others dictate your appearance, especially if you don’t feel like yourself.” He seemed to hesitate for a moment, before the corner of his mouth quirked up into a small smile, something sparking at the back of his dark eyes. “But for what it’s worth, I think you look beautiful.”
Lizzie felt her cheeks blush dark red, while her heart suddenly seemed to skip several beats. Totally dumbfounded by his unexpected compliment, her mind raced for something even remotely clever to answer without looking like he had caught her unaware. Which he completely had. Her throat went even drier than before, while she still struggled for an answer.
She was spared further embarrassment, by Myron breathing a dreamy “Thank you” up on stage before the music picked up again. Still smiling, Orion let go off her hand as the rest of the crowd came flooding back on the dancefloor.
Suddenly surrounded by people again, Lizzie’s attention was thankfully diverted from the awkwardness of the situation. Dark eyes sparkling with amusement, Orion gave her a small wink before retreating back to his seat at the bar.
*
Although Lizzie tried her best to immerse herself in the pounding rhythm of the music, there was no way she could concentrate anymore. Tapping Penny on the shoulder, she screamed into her ear that she needed to get a breather. Her friend immediately made to accompany her, but Lizzie signalled her to stay. She wanted a moment to herself.
She desperately needed to sort her racing thoughts. Penny was usually a formidable person to ask for advice, but Lizzie preferred to get her mind in order on her own.
As soon as Penny’s attention had turned from her, it was all Lizzie could do not to run for the exit of The Three Broomsticks. She shut the door firmly behind her, cutting off the noise of the music and the dense crowd.
The cold air hit her heated body like a torrent of icy water. She contemplated slipping inside again to get her coat but ultimately decided against it. The quietness of the sleepy wizard village was a stark contrast to the raging concert going on inside the pub and Lizzie could feel her head clearing already.
Shivering, she wrapped her thin jacket tighter around her body and sat down on a wooden bench to the side of the building. The music reaching her ears from here was muffled, but she could still make out the familiar tunes.
Humming along to the melody under her breath, she closed her eyes and leaned her head against the cold stone wall behind her. Now, sitting outside in the crisp air of the winter evening, the whole situation from before seemed completely surreal. A dipping feeling was building inside her stomach, reminding her of the nerves she usually felt right before a Quidditch match.
If it wasn’t for the tingling she could still feel in her fingertips from when Orion had touched her, she almost would have believed it had been a fever dream. The sensation was spreading rapidly into every part of her body the more she thought about it. How rough his hand had felt, calloused from the many years he had dedicated to playing Quidditch; his hold had been gentle though, prompting her to follow his movements without even a second thought.
Lizzie covered her eyes with both her hands. Her thoughts were running wild and she tried in vain to reign them in by taking slow and deliberate breaths. It was a technique Orion had taught her way back in her first season, when she had been a nervous wreck before her first match.
She let out a small cry of frustration as she realised how Orion had entered her mind again without being invited.
“You cold, snowflake?”
The sound of the familiar voice startled Lizzie from her thoughts with force. Jolting upright, she almost slid off the cold wood of the bench, only catching herself at the last moment.
“Don’t you dare scare me like that ever again,” she huffed, scrambling back into a more dignified position than lying half on the frozen ground.
Charlie only raised an eyebrow, a badly contained grin showing on his freckled face. Much to her relief, her black coat was hanging over his arm, while his other hand juggled two steaming mugs of mulled cider.
Lizzie shuffled over to made room for him on the bench. She took her coat off Charlie and shrugged it on, only now realising how cold she had actually been. As he handed her one of the warm mugs, she gratefully wrapped both her hands around it. The stinging in her palms as the blood came rushing back into them made her grimace, but it also helped clear her head properly.
“How did you know I was out here?” she asked her red-haired friend who had slumped down beside her.
Charlie took a moment to blow against his cider before taking a tentative sip, instantly wincing as he found it still too hot to drink. “How could I not? You practically fled the room after dancing with Amari; you almost knocked me out in fact.”
Startled, Lizzie blinked at Charlie. She hadn’t even noticed him.
She blew against her own cup before raising it to her lips. The sweet cider almost burned the tip of her tongue, but the warmth it spread from her stomach felt divine against the bitter cold.
Lizzie sighed, her breath forming as a cloud before her face.
“So you saw us dancing?”
“Are you kidding?” Charlie tried for another sip, more successful this time. “I think pretty much everyone saw. I mean, both of you have been on the Quidditch team for years now; people know you. I bet it’s quite the buzz already.” His laugh died in his throat when he saw her miserable expression.
Lizzie hung her head, her fears confirmed. Of course the people around them would have seen them, but she had hoped for the crowd having been too thick for anyone else to notice.
Her mind briefly flickered to Rowan. It was the first time since arriving at Hogsmeade she thought about what she had promised to her friend. This was certainly not what she had thought would happen, when she had dragged Orion onto the dancefloor just to get rid of Everett.
They sat in silence for a moment, sipping on their warming drinks, Charlie allowing his friend to process the information he’d just given her.
“So, do you have a thing for him?” Charlie eventually asked her cautiously. When he saw her wince uncomfortably, he added a teasing “Do I need to be jealous of Orion Amari, of all people?” in a futile attempt to lift the mood.
Lizzie didn’t feel like bantering though. To drive her point home, she gave Charlie a pointed look, eyebrows quirked up, until he stopped laughing at her plight. Contemplating his original question, shook her head thoughtfully.
“I’ve no idea; I don’t know what happened in there.” She started drumming her fingertips against the rapidly cooling glass. “I never even thought of him other than a friend,” she mumbled more to herself, if anything.
Charlie silently watched her. He couldn’t recall a time when he had seen his otherwise confident friend as thoroughly rattled as in this moment.
“I don’t know if it helps, but the two of you would make quite the couple. The sparks flying between you could have been breathed by a Hungarian Horn Tail, from what I’ve seen.”
Judging by Lizzie’s unmoving expression, he feared he had chosen entirely the wrong way to cheer her up once again. But to his relief, a trace of the Lizzie he knew glinted in her eyes a moment later.
She playfully shoved at him, the cider in his hands almost slopping out of the mug and over his hands.
“What do you even know, Weasley?” She rolled her eyes at him, but wasn’t quick enough to hide the smile spreading on her face.
“Not much, I guess. Remember, according to Andre, I’m secretly a ginger troll.” He made a funny face what was probably supposed to be his personification of a troll. Beaming at successfully making her giggle, Charlie got up off the bench and offered Lizzie his hand. Accepting it, he pulled her up into a standing position.
His face grew serious, eyes flicking towards the fogged windows of The Three Broomsticks for a moment.
“Speaking of Andre, I’d better go see how he’s doing. I left him in a pretty state when I went after you.”
Lizzie tilted her head in confusion. “Why?”
Charlie sighed. “He got dumped pretty much as soon as we got here,” he elaborated. “Turned out his sweetheart was just after a pretty dress made especially for her. Andre found her snogging a guy from her year when he got back with drinks for them.
Despite her messy state of mind, Lizzie’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Are you serious?”
She slammed her mug down onto the windowsill of the pub, turning all her confusion into righteous outrage at the foul treatment of her friend.
“Where is that sneaky twat? I’m going to punch that smug little face of hers!”
Hurriedly getting rid of his own mug, it was all Charlie could do to restrain the furious girl.
“Woah, calm down, that’s helping no one!”
“But she can’t just go and treat someone as lovely as Andre like that!” Lizzie tried to wiggle past Charlie, who looped his arms around her until her sudden flare of temper seemed to wear off.
Not entirely sure if it was a good idea, Charlie carefully let go off her, relieved she didn’t immediately use her regained freedom to storm back into the building and start a bar fight.
“I agree, sunshine; but hear me out: I can get you out of detention for a lot of things with my prefect bonus. Hitting another girl probably isn’t one of them though.”
Just to be sure, he put his hands on Lizzie’s shoulder and turned her around, marching her a few steps away from the entrance door.
“Tell you what, I’m going to go get Andre and then we’ll just head back to the castle together, alright? No hitting, no violence.”
Lizzie was still grumbling indignantly under her breath, but agreed after a moment.
As soon as Charlie had vanished inside however, Lizzie turned on her heels, marching along the main road at full speed. She hoped to be well out of sight before Charlie had located Andre and convinced him to leave .
She knew he would be furious with her for returning to the castle alone, and rightly so. The light was completely gone by now and the road back to the castle led through a stretch of forest for a good part. Although well lit, it was an unspoken agreement that neither of them was to go alone.
But she was in no mood for company. Neither did she want to comfort a heartbroken Andre, nor did she have a mind for Charlie’s jokes trying to cheer them up. She needed to get herself under control before seeing her friends. Seeing Rowan.
Seeing Orion.
She picked up her pace, walking as fast as she could without actually breaking into a run, her breath soon becoming heavier.
What a fine mess she’d manoeuvred herself into. Try as she might, she couldn’t deny the fluttery feeling still rising in her stomach even now when she thought back on dancing with Orion, how good his hand had felt on her waist and how badly she had wanted to rake her fingers through his long, jet black hair.
Lizzie forced her mind to stop with all the willpower she had to muster.
No. This was Orion Amari she was thinking about in an absolute inappropriate manner. Her friend, her teammate and her team captain. The guy her best friend wanted Lizzie to set her up with.
She came to an abrupt halt next one of the wrought-iron lampposts lighting the way and kicked a heap of frozen leaves out of pure frustration. It didn’t soothe her agitation in the slightest. Suddenly feeling deflated, she leaned her forehead against the cold metal post and closed her eyes to shut out everything but her own thoughts.
She would not do this to Rowan.
She just couldn’t. Rowan was her friend. Lizzie had promised her to help.
A sudden cold drop on her neck made her shiver inadvertently, quickly followed by another and another. Lizzie opened her eyes again and lifted her face to the dark sky. Despite her inner turmoil, she felt a wondrous smile steal on her face as she gazed up into the darkness, all sorrow forgotten.
It had finally started snowing.
#hphm#hogwarts mystery#orion amari#orion amari x mc#quidditch#the quidditch squad#quidditch squad#art of balance#lizzie jameson#charlie weasley#L writes#L is rubbish at describing feelings
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“Is this it?” pt 2
warning: angst, fluff pt 1 here
prompt: high school reunions are always messy, especially if you’re y/n
Nishinoya x reader
word count: 2330
a/n: i was listening to music and a sad song came on shuffle about lost love and i couldn’t help myself
‘Karasuno High School 10 year reunion’ screamed at you every time you passed the side table. It was in two days and you still couldn’t decide if you were going to go.
After the break up with Nishinoya you hadn’t been back to Miyagi, let alone the high school. The minute you graduated you went to stay with your grandmother for the summer, starting college directly after. You hadn’t spoken to anyone back home aside from your parents in ten years. There was no point in going.
With a sigh you knelt beside your bed and pulled a box out from under it. You moved to sit on your bed, lifting the lid for the first time in six years. There were movie ticket stubs, amusement park tickets, zoo brochures, even little notes. You took everything out one by one, laying them out. Underneath it all, the pictures.
Just like that, your feelings rushed back. You were so sure it would be safe to look now. Ten years is more than enough time to move on from someone, but you never did. You tried, you went on dates, blind dates, speed dates, tinder dates. No one ever made you feel the way he did. You reached for your phone, and for the first time in a decade you dialed the number and prayed it was the right one.
He answered on the second ring.
“Hi, may I ask who’s calling?” he asked, a woman’s laughter echoing in the background.
“It’s Y/N.. Y/N Y/L/N, I wasn’t sure your number would be the same after so long,” you said, holding your breath.
“Y/N holy shit, it’s been a while. You kept my number all this time?” he laughed, shushing whoever he was with.
“Ah no, it was in my old journal I found, how are you? How’s everyone been?”
“Did you really call me to catch up when the reunions in two days?” he teased you, it really seemed like he hadn’t changed much.
“I’m not sure if i’m going to come to be honest,” you admitted, feeling just a little guilty for it.
“You have to come! You have got to see who I married,” he whined, but you could hear the pride in his voice.
“Tanaka, you could always just tell me,” you whined back, laughing softly with him.
“No can do, if you wanna know how anyone’s doing you better be at that reunion. I know a lot of people want to see you.”
When you hung up, you spent the next several hours reading through your old diary and the letters Nishinoya had given you. You had saved all of them, down to the sticky notes with random faces doodled on them that he used to stick to your notes during class. You opened a bottle halfway through, letting yourself reminisce. It didn’t take long for your pillow to be covered in tear stains and the pain in your chest to resurface.
In the end, you decided to go. You even dressed up a bit, wearing a nice black dress with some heels. Your nerves were high as you walked through the gym doors. The last time you had been here, Noya was yelling about needing to perfect his receives. It scared you a bit how vividly you remembered every detail of your time together just from stepping into the room.
The first person you saw was Tanaka, still as bald as ever with his arm around Kiyoko. He caught your eye, smiling widely and gesturing you over. You walked over, saying your hello’s.
“Bet you didn’t guess I married Kiyoko,” he beamed, giving her shoulder an affectionate squeeze, “she actually said yes to me, can you believe that? Been together nine years now.”
“I’m actually not that surprised, she used to talk about you a lot when we were younger,” you sent Kiyoko a wink as she sputtered around her glass of champagne.
“I can’t believe you remember that,” she laughed, taking your hand, “I missed you, what have you been up to since you disappeared? I tried to keep up on social media but you didn’t post much about how you were.”
“I got my masters, I actually run my own business in my field now, that’s mainly it,” you give her hand a small squeeze, you had deeply missed your best friend, “i missed you too though, I’m sorry for just ghosting you guys like that.”
“I’m not gonna lie it was kind of shitty y/n, but I understand to a degree,” Tanaka admitted, scratching the back of his neck, “Now that the gangs back together though, don’t think you can get away so easily this time.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
You spent the next hour catching up with everyone, assuring them all you weren’t going anywhere this time. Most of them understood why you left, knowing how difficult it would have been to be around them with how close they were to Nishinoya. But Tsukishima made a good point, why didn’t you ever come back? Everyone agreed, wanting to know why you didn’t try to reconnect or respond to their messages once you moved on. You just gave a shrug, claiming it would have been too awkward. You know Sugawara saw through your lie though, he was always good at reading you.
“I’m going to go get another drink, I’ll be back,” you excused yourself as Hinata boasted about his team beating Kageyama’s recently, Kageyama threatening him with violence if he didn’t Hush.They had both changed so much but at the same time they were still the exact same. You really missed them.
Grabbing your drink from the table, you turned quickly and smacked right into someone. Your dress was soaked and from what you could see, so was his shirt. You released a string of apologies, trying to pass him napkins while drying yourself up. When he took the napkins from your hand, that’s when you noticed the name tag.
‘Hi, I’m Yu Nishinoya’ it read. Your heart stopped.
You couldn’t believe it. Was it really him? You refused to believe it. You glanced at his face and instantly regretted it. It definitely was him, and he was just as beautiful as you remembered. You winced seeing the shock on his face, not knowing what to expect. This was probably the worst way you could have met him again. He shook his head, seeming to shake himself back into action.
“Here come with me, they still have the towels in the same place,” he smiled, offering you his hand, “they’ll probably do a better job than these napkins.”
You took his hand, following him to the old clubroom and tried to ignore the raised eyebrow from Tanaka. He passed you a towel, turning to take care of his own clothes. You shivered slightly from the cold, regretting going for a second glass. Wordlessly Nishinoya removed his jacket, holding it out to you.
“No I’m okay I can’t take your jacket,” you rushed, suddenly grateful for how low the lights were as your face flushed.
“Just take it y/n, please? I don’t want you getting sick because I messed up,” he insisted, moving to drape it over your shoulders.
“I’m pretty sure I’m the one who messed up, I did turn around into you after all,” you laughed, accepting the jacket, “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, and don’t worry about bumping into me I should’ve looked where I was walking,” he laughed with you, his hands still holding the edges of the jacket. The two of you just stared at each other for a moment before he dropped his hands. “Sorry.”
“How have you been?” you changed the subject, “It’s been forever.”
“Uh yeah, it has,” he coughed, turning to face the window, “I’m the coach for Karasuno now, I have been for about three years since Ukai decided to retire. You own your own business now right?”
“Yeah I do actually, how’d you know?” you asked, genuinely shocked that he knew.
“Just because we haven’t spoken in a decade doesn’t mean I haven’t tried to keep up on how you’re doing,” he smiled, but even in the dim lighting you could tell it wasn’t a happy smile.
The silence was only a few seconds, but it felt like hours. He kept looking out the window, and you kept looking at him. You put your arms in the jacket, placing your hands in the pockets due to the cold. There was a small box in his pocket. You froze.
‘He’s planning to propose to his girlfriend tonight,’ you thought, trying to fight off the horrible feeling in your stomach.
“So Nishinoya, other than coaching what have you been up to?”
“I spent a lot of time fishing after I graduated, helped Ukai out with the shop while he coached, then we kinda switched, that’s really it,” he shrugged, turning his attention back to you. “I’ve dated here and there but it never really lasted.”
‘What?’ you thought, stunned.
“What about you? Aside from your business you don’t really post online,” he chuckled, his own cheeks a dark red, “have you found the one?”
You did. Twelve years ago, and you lost him too soon. You couldn’t tell him that though, it wasn’t fair to him so instead you said, “I haven’t actually, no one ever felt right for me.”
He nodded like he understood. He probably did honestly, and you two went back to the silence. You nodded at nothing, looking around the room. When you glanced back at him you saw his eyes locked on your hands in the jacket pockets.
“Oh! Right um, if you don’t want me to hold onto the things in your pocket I can give them to you, I didn’t even think-” you rushed out, blushing furiously.
“Don’t worry about it, the only thing in their is yours anyways,” he cut you off, coughing again. You tilted your head in confusion while he just avoided your eyes. “You can open it if you want.”
Your curiosity got the best of you and you pulled out the box. The bump of your heartbeat against your ribcage didn’t help your anxiety. You slowly opened it, a shiny ‘N’ pendant staring at you head on. You glanced up at him, trying to figure out why he brought this. Not to mention why he still had it.
“I lied back then,” he blurted, smacking a hand over his mouth as soon as the words left it.
“What? Yu what are you talking about?” you were trying not to let your hopes get the best of you, heartbreak hurts enough the first time. There’s no reason for you to suffer again when you haven’t even recovered from the first time.
“When you asked me if I meant it,” he sighed, shaking his head at himself. “I don’t know why I lied, but I did and I don’t know why I’m even telling you this now or why I brought that necklace.”
“You lied,” you repeated, touching the initial softly, “if you lied, what did you really mean? Please Yu, I need to know.”
“Nothing is worth losing you, I wanted to go back in time and spend more time with you instead of practicing, or even just invite you to study at my practices so we could be near each other,” oh, why didn’t you ever think of that, “I wanted to restart those months. That’s what I meant, it’s what I should have said.”
You hadn’t realized you were crying until you watched a tear drop glide off your nose into the box. You quickly wiped your eyes, not wanting to cry in front of him.
“I wish you would have said that,” you admitted, giving him a sad smile.
You closed the box, putting it back in the jacket pocket. You pulled off his jacket, placing it in his hands. With a breath to collect yourself, you smiled at him one last time. “I think I’m going to head home, thank you for telling me the truth.”
You didn’t make it three steps before his hand wrapped around your wrist.
“I watched you walk away before and I have regretted it every second of every day for ten years, I can’t just let you leave again,” he said, his voice filled with emotion.
You closed your eyes, trying not to break down. Keeping your back to him, you moved to remove his hand from your wrist. He reluctantly let go, the both of you standing silently, tears falling freely.
“Noya-”
“I still want you,” you felt him take a step closer, nearly touching you, “I still need you, I’ll make it right I swear, I’ve loved you from the moment I saw you and haven’t stopped since.”
You turned to face him, jumping slightly when you realized how close your faces were. His face was red and blotchy from the crying, his cheeks wet. You reached your hand up, wiping away his tears. He leaned into your touch, closing his eyes.
“I haven’t met the one since we stopped talking because I always knew you are the only person for me,” you whispered, resting your forehead against his and closing your eyes.
He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your body flush against his. You felt his tears wetting your shoulder but you just cried with him. Holding him felt like waking up from a bad dream and realizing you’re safe. You have never felt as comfortable and safe in any aspect of your life than when he’s holding you.
“Can we try again, properly y/n,” he whispered against your neck, tightening his hold on you.
“I never stopped loving you either,” you replied, pulling back and giving him a teary smile.
When you two walked back into the reunion hand in hand, his initial hanging on your neck, it felt right. For the first time in forever, everything felt right.
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“Your cat wears glasses ?”
After a long shift in the local diner you come across a young man and cat. There’s more to both tbanappears the eye but the same could also be said about you.
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“Another day, another night where I finish half an hour later than I should. Damn it.”
Alone in the now closed diner, you grumbled away to yourself cleaning up the various messes from spilled coffee to napkins on the floor.
It had been a long day, for some reason the diner was super busy today and after waitressing for ten hours, putting up with rude customers and Jerry the grumpy chef you just wanted to snuggle up in bed.
“That’s it. All done.”
Triumphantly you wiped the back of your hand along your forehead, sweating slightly from the hard work. Finally, you were done and now you could hang up your apron grab your coat and brave the dark cold night.
Unlike many of the residents in Arcadia, you knew what really lurked in the darkness, around corners and within the shadows. The giant ancient trolls, pesky goblins, changelings, it sounded like something out of The Hobbit or Harry Potter.
A cool breeze sent shivers up your spine as you hastily made your way across the silent sleeping town of Arcadia causing you to tug your jacket closer.
Streetlights and Neón signs from stores provided the only light in the area and sadly blocked out the full view of the stars.
One sign caught your attention, the bright glow of the violet neon lights drew you in for some reason. A certain energy cold be felt resonating from the store, a quiet hum of power that startled you.
You’d lived here for three years now and not once had you felt the presence of another like you. But now this pulse of magic was unmistakable, it made the tips of your fingers tingle with power.
Taking hesitant steps towards the store you pressed your hands up against the glass trying to glimpse in. At an hour like this the store was obviously closed but one light at the back remained on and you could make out a few objects, mainly books, a few little trinkets. Had you never noticed this bookstore before ? Clearly not.
“Meow.”
The unexpected sound sent you docketing in the air, leg flying in a kick as you let out a fearful shriek
“Holy fudgeknuckles !”
The next thing you knew a small black cat stood in front of you, clearly the cause of the noise. One of his paws was raised as if to wave and say hello.
But there was something weird about the cat. Something really weird.... it was wearing a large goofy pair of owl like spectacles.
“Why the hell are you wearing glasses ?”
Slowly, you made your way towards the cat who sat on his behind legs and locked eyes with you.
“Well I can’t see without them so.”
In a rather snooty voice for a cat, he spoke and made a point of adjusting the glasses on his tiny pink nose.
“Of course. Of course that’s why you’re wearing them. Short sighted cat needs glasses yep seems legit....”
Giggling nervously you felt your mind spin as you stared at the strange creature before you who was clearly no ordinary cat.
“Well I should be going now. Douxie will be looking for me.”
The name struck a cord within you. Douxie...where has you heard that before. Just as you’re mind was starting to spin like a teacup ride at the fair you heard a grumpy... British ? Voice sounding from down the street.
“Archie, come on man I want to go home I’m exhausted after cleaning up all day. I swear why won’t Merlín give me more tasks than just sweeping. After a Millenium of doing it in starting to get rightly pissed off........you’re not my familiar....”
A boy stood in front of you, no older than you rocking a very punk look: dark hair with blue tips, skull T-shirt, skull necklace and skull belt... dude was definitely going with a theme.
“Uh yeah I’m definitely not your familiar...”
Finally, it clicked in your head what was going on. The talking glass wearing snooty cat was a familiar, a wizards assist or “associate”... Meaning the boy in front of you must be a wizard. You wondered why it had taken you so longer to figure it out. Probably just because you’d never enter an actual wizard before.
“So.....this is awkward.”
Scratching his head nervously, the guy looked at you, takin in you slightly tired and dishevelled appearance. But when he focused on you a little bit harder he could sense something strange....and very powerful resonating within you. It startled him. On the outside you seemed harmless, cute, but harmless. Yet he could feel this tsunami of power within you.
“So I guess you’re a wizard ?”
Your out of the blue question took Douxie right by surprise his eyes widneining and sweat starting to drip down his back under his hoodie as he gulped.
“Ummmmmm no ? I mean no ! I’m just a college guy working three part time jobs cause nobody tips we’ll in this town.”
When he got nervous and felt like he was trapped Douxie sometimes rambled, a bad habit of his that he’d had even when he lived in Camelot.
“No offence dude but I’ve already met your talking cat who also wears glasses because that’s a thing. “
‘Crap’ Douxie thought, he could use magic on her to make her forget or freeze time or just do anything to get him out of this mess. But then again Merlín always said that magic isn’t a permissible shortcut to hard work....
You watched slightly amused at the state the boy was clearly in, he was attempting to remain cool but the twitching of his eyebrows and paling colour of his skin said otherwise.
“Look your secret is safe with me. You’re not the only one around here with....special gifts should we say.”
A mischievous glint sparkles in your eyes as you opened your palms revealing two glowing orbs of golden light that grew from your very fingertips.
The snooty cat, who you gathered was named Archie, let out a yelp of surprise and moved towards his wizard. Said wizard stood there gaping slightly, he’d known there was something special about you.
He also noticed the way the golden orbs casted a faint glow across your face, making you look ethereal.
In a flash the golden light dispelled from your palms robbing you of the glow and light it provided. You looked up slightly worried about the reaction you were going to get as you hadn’t shown anybody your powers in centuries.
Surprisingly, though the boy appeared to be flustered, a small blush spread on his cheeks and mouth agape in surprise. It was almost cute in a way.
Noticing your staring and equally pink cheeks, Douxie quickly shut his mouth and squared up, trying to hide his previous fluster. A serious look spread across his face and his eyes hardened.
“What are you ?”
The answer was....well you didn’t know what you were. You’d wondered the earth for three hundred years having one day woken up with no previous memories of how you’d ended up in what was medieval England. As time went on you’d realised there was something wrong with you. Firstly, you never ages. Somehow you always stayed eighteen years old. And secondly, you had a strange ability to control energy around you.
So yeah totally normal teenage stuff.
“How about we try, who are you ?”
In retaliation you questioned the boy, smirking slightly as he looked a little more agitated.
“I’m Douxie, and yes...I am a wizard. This is Archie my familiar. Now who are you ?”
From beside him Archie walked up to you. Yes walked. As in on his hind legs like a bi-pedal animal. And shook your hand.
“Pleased to meet you sorceress.”
It took you a back to have a cat shake your hand but you smiled awkwardly and went along with it. Looking up at Douxie you tried to gauge whether or not he was trustworthy.
He looked serious now, dark eyes like obsidian, hard and cold, but you noticed the way he let Archie sit on his shoulder, stroking him and the motion of his lips as he smiled at his familiar.
There was kindness in him.
“I’m (y/n). And I’m no sorceress....I don’t really no what I am.”
That took Douxie aback. If you weren’t a sorceress then what are you ?
“Well that’s a beautiful name (y/n). Suits you.”
Feeling more comfortable now that he could tell you weren’t a threat and he knew a little bit more about you, Douxie became a bit more like his flirty self. Still awkward but flirty.
You rolled your eyes at his flirting but your cheeks reddened, betraying your true feelings.
“So if you aren’t a sorceress then what are you (y/n) ?”
Both Archie and Douxie looked at you curiously, watching your face fall as you looked down at your shoes, eyes full of melancholy.
“I...I don’t know what I am, I just no I have this gift a-an-and I can’t age !”
Voice quaking by the end you spat out the last of your sentence a little too loudly, but it freaked you out to tell another person this. These were things you’d worked really hard to keep secret. Moving town and country every few years so people wouldn’t figure it out, changing you identity and name and appearance.
This should’ve shocked Douxie but didn’t really surprise him, it was strange you didn’t age but then again neither did he.
A comforting smile graces his lips as he approached you closer. You looked so sad your big (e/c) eyes sorrowful as you recalled your tale of woe. He wanted to show you that he’s been through the same thing and that you weren’t alone in this.
“I’m like you (y/n), well in a way. I’m a wizard and believe it or not lovely I’m 919 years old.”
Your mouth fell open at that. This boy looked barely over nineteen yet here he was claiming to be 919. Even you weren’t that old. 318 and counting actually.
Douxie smirked at your baffled expression.
“I know love, I barely look a day pass 900.”
He winked at the end of his sentence, and combined with the nickname he was using it was enough to set your cheeks aflame.
“Give or take a few.”
Archie chimed in from atop of Douxie’s shoulder before licking a paw. He appeared bored but Archie couldn’t help but notice the way his wizard companion and you were interacting with each other. Being as smart as he was he could tell that something would develop between you two.
A small smile made its way onto your lips as you looked at the grinning cat who was chuckling a little as his wizard gave him a look.
“Wow...so you’re like me ? I mean in a sense I guess...”
The realisation of what was transpiring had finally hit you. Here you were in the middle of the street on a Tuesday night in your waitress outfit with a wizard, a hot wizard, and his familiar, a cat who wore glasses.
“Oh my god. Oh my god.”
Faltering in your step slightly you felt your legs shake, suddenly uneasy as everything started becoming too much.
“Woah woah careful love.”
Douxie moved to your side quickly, Archie hopping down from his shoulder and circling you as you began to shake.
“I’m fine, it’s okay just well it’s a lot. It’s so late and I’ve just worked a back to back shift and I’m exhausted and this is all so much. I want to sleep....”
A loud yawn followed your sentence as you stumbled a little, feeling a little light headed as your exhaustion settled in.
A small chuckle escaped Douxie’s lips at the funny expression on your sleep face. For somebody he’d only known an hour or so he felt oddly close to you. Like there was this pull to you, as if he’d met you before.
“Trust me I get how tiring working back to back shifts is. In this town you need like three part time jobs to make ends meat.”
Douxie hesitated for a moment before wrapping an arm under your shoulder to help hold you up as you became dizzy and stumbled more.
You gave him a grateful smile although you were sort of freaking out that this cute strange wizard guy was holding you.
“Umm I live nearby, past Arcadia Oaks High, you wouldn’t mind just helping me there please ? I swear this is so weird I’m really tired for some reason...”
Another yawn left your mouth as your wiped at your dropping eyes. Sure you had good reason to be tired, 12 hours of work using your peers briefly and meeting a wizard and his familiar took its tool. But it felt like something was pulling you into sleep, urging you to close your eyes and enter slumber.
Douxie being the kind hearted guy that he was of course said yes. You were interesting, a magic user like himself just a little different. And he could sense there was more that you were keeping to yourself. Besides from that he also felt this pull to you, a connection. Yeah you were also cute...really cute.
“Come on love let’s get you home then. Archie mate lets help her back.”
Now in dragon form Archie flew alongside Douxie and you, hovering nearby in case many of the evils that lurked in the shadows decided to strike.
“Thanks Douxie, that’s a cute name by the way.”
A small smile rugged at your lips as you thanked him, not completely in your right mind as under normal circumstance you’d never flirt with a stranger. Let alone a stranger who’s a magical user.
Unbeknownst to the pair of you at the time, a much more magical ancient entity was at work. Fate itself appeared to be drawing you two together and form this one meeting had decided your paths should intertwine.
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Will be posting more parts to this
and a few side fics exploring the readers life within Arcadia !!!
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What about number 15. “I’m too sober for this.” “You don’t even drink.” “Maybe I should start.” sorry, keep you busy I know 😊.
Don’t ever apologize for sending me asks! I love it and I had so much fun writing this one. Let me know if you liked it x
Plot: Y/N needs to attend a family event and, surprise surprise, the Master is gonna have to pretend to be her boyfriend.
Prompts: “I’m too sober for this” “You don’t even drink” “Maybe I should start”.
Warning: none, cuteness overload
You were totally, absolutely panicking. No, scratch that, you were going nuts.
Your steps echoed in the silence of the TARDIS as you paced the floor of the control room, picking at your lips anxiously.
-What the hell are you doing?! -
The Master walked in with an exasperated look.
-I'm trying to work, you know? -
He had been all around the TARDIS trying to fix a few leaks or something like that. You didn't even know a time-travelling space ship could have leaks but they sounded dangerous.
-I'm sorry, I'm sorry- you apologized without stopping your nervous walk.
The Master looked at you asking himself why the hell did he think bringing a human into his ship would be a good idea. He eventually gave in and asked you. -What's bothering you so much? -
You kept moving like a caged animal.
-It's...you wouldn't understand- you stated waving him off.
-Y/N, I'm a thousand years old Time Lord, I think I can handle it- he said rolling his eyes impatiently.
You bit your lips. -It's my family-
The Master signalled you to keep going.
-My parents called. They want me home for their anniversary-
-And? -
You sighed. -And I sort of...told them I was away...for a holiday...with my boyfriend-
The Master processed the information.
-...you're right there's nothing of this I understand-
You groaned in frustration.
-They expect me to bring him with me tonight-
The Master blinked a few times, then he started laughing.
-Shut up!- you exclaimed covering your face with your hands.
-No, I'm flattered, really-
To be fair, you and the Master were...partners. Kinda. You didn't exactly know how to define your relationship. You kissed sometimes, mainly when one of you was excited about something and you had sex rather often. The Master could be very sweet but you couldn't really picture him as anyone's boyfriend. Mainly because he would label it as something stupid and human, which usually were synonymous in his vocabulary. But you were fine with what you had, he was special to you and you knew you were special to him, even if he would never admit it.
-I'm screwed- you said collapsing on the counter.
-Just lie to them, say he was busy doing...human...stuff-
You raised your hands in the air. -I can't! They'll know it's not true, they already have their suspicions and they'll think I made the trip up just to stay away from them or maybe that I was abducted by aliens or something-
-To be fair, you kinda were-
You glanced at him with loath. -You're so useless-
-What else do you expect me to do? -
Suddenly, an idea made your eyes light up. You looked at the Master with a mischievous smile.
-What? -
You kept staring at him in silence.
-What?? Y/N what's...oh no-
Your eyes became pleading.
-No way, uh uh-
-Pleeeaase-
The Master turned around and started walking out of the room, still muttering how he would never agree to your crazy plan.
-I agree with your crazy plans all the time! -you bit back.
-This is different-
-No, it's not, it's just for one night- you managed to get in front of him and block his path.
-One night, nothing more-
-Y/N I'm no good with...- he gestured toward you.
-Humans? Families? -
-Both-
You rolled your eyes. -You'll just have to make up a story about your fake job and your fake life, it's nothing you haven't done before-
His teeth started nibbling at his bottom lip. You could tell he was considering it.
-It might actually be fun- you tried.
-Do I get to kill any of your relatives? -
-No! -
-Then how much fun can it be! -
You took a deep breath.
-Okay, what about this. I promise I will make it up to you-
The Master seemed interested.
-How? -
-However you want- you took a step closer, the implications clear in your voice.
The Master looked down at your lips, then he groaned.
-Fine! -
-Yes! - you exclaimed and kissed his cheek. -You are the best! -
You hopped away, not hearing the Master whispering: -I'm gonna regret this-
Your parents' house had always been such a cosy place and you found it hadn't changed at all. You had missed it, in a sense.
Your family was numerous so the small living room and the kitchen were already filled with people when you arrived.
The Master kept fixing his tie nervously while you rang the bell.
-Calm down-
-Don't tell me to calm down, I'm gonna be in a house full of humans and I won't even be able to compress a few of them into ants and stomp on...-
-Mum! -
Your mother squeezed you tightly, cooing about how much she had missed you.
-Oh, you must be Y/N's boyfriend...-
-Sacha, it's so nice to meet you-
You glanced at him as he pleasantly smiled and shook your mother's hand. You had seen him do this many times but you still couldn't figure out how a murderous aline could transform in such a lovely human being.
-The pleasure is all mine. Now, come in-
You were greeted by the whole family, hugging you and patting you on the shoulder as you introduced them to your boyfriend. The Master's facade never crumbled, not even for a second, no matter how intrusive your father's questions were.
-And where do you work? -
-I'm a risk analyst here in London- he said eating his food. You were sitting beside him, feeling a little tense. You trusted him, but you hoped your exuberant family wouldn't make him lose his cool.
-It's so nice to see our little Y/N finally finding someone! She's always been such a lonely kid-
-Mum...- you said through gritted teeth. The Master smiled at you with a soft look in his eyes. You knew once you were back in the TARDIS, you would never see the end of it.
-And now look at her! She's practically got heart eyes-
-Mum! -
The Master laughed. He was having way too much fun.
-So tell us, how did you meet? -
You looked at each other. You hoped he had a good story.
-We met during a workshop. A colleague introduced us and we hit it off pretty quickly. I knew she was special right away- he said.
You looked at him with a half-smile.
-So I asked her out for a coffee and then for dinner and then a movie and...here we are-
-Aw, how sweet- chipped one of your aunts. -We were starting to think little Y/N would remain all by herself forever, but luckily she found you-
-She'd be fine all by herself- he said in your defence. -She's a tough one-
You were starting to like this.
After lunch, everybody moved either to the garden or to the living room. For a while, you lost the Master as you helped your mum with the dishes and talked about how happy you were with your boyfriend and how incredible your trip had been. Oh, if she only knew.
Once you moved to the living room, you were met by a scene you never thought could present to you.
The Master was being tackled by your little cousins who seemed to be having the time of their life climbing on his shoulders as he pretended to be some sort of monster.
-Oh, no, I'm being defeated! - you heard him exclaim.
He was...surprisingly good with kids. You didn't expect that and you found yourself smiling at the sight, thinking that no one can pretend that well.
-Look at you, you're practically drooling-
Your cousin Joyce was looking at you with a knowing smile on her lips.
-No, I'm not-
-Oh, come on, he's your boyfriend, it's only normal- she said looking at him playing with the kids. -He's good uh? -
-Yeah- you said keeping that stupid smile on your face.
-Do you think you'll have kids of your own one day? I mean, you two seem pretty serious-
You shook your head. -Nah, he's...not really the type-
-I wouldn't say so- she said glancing at them once again.
Now the Master was finally up on his feet and the kids were running out to play. He looked tired but strangely happy. He saw you looking at him and smiled at you. You waved at him, but before he could walk toward you, your grandma stopped him and started talking. You tried not to laugh at the scene. A dangerous Time Lord was now having a conversation with an eighty-something-year-old woman. That was gonna be good.
Unfortunately, your cousin dragged you away, eager to know every "spicy detail" about your love life.
After about an hour, you and the Master were finally able to talk in peace.
You were near the buffet when he leaned against the table with a dramatic sigh. Aand he was back.
-You're alive- you told him eating a chip.
-Surprisingly. How long have we been here? If we don't leave soon I'm gonna regenerate-
You smiled amusedly.
-You're doing great-
-Your grandmother is incredibly long-winded-
-She's 84-
-And I'm two thousand years old, so? She's practically a child to me-
-...weird- you said. -What did you even talk about? -
-She started rambling about how cute of a child you were and suddenly we were talking about her prosthetic hip-
You laughed soundly. -Oh, I can't believe I missed that! -
He glanced at you and you stopped. -Sorry- you said.
He sighed nervously. -I'm too sober for this-
You frowned. -You don't even drink-
-Well, maybe I should start! -
You gave him a glass of wine and he took a sip.
-Disgusting- he said squinting his eyes.
You smiled.
-You were pretty cute back there with my cousins-
The Master straightened his back.
-They were attacking me-
-Mh, you were playing with them-
-I was defending myself, those things are vicious-
-I should have brought a camera, I didn't know I would witness something like that-
-You're such a little brat-
You shrugged. -It's a gift, what can you do? -
-I have a few ideas in mind-
As much as you liked the turn the conversation was taking, you were interrupted again.
The rest of the day went by pretty nicely if you had to be honest. You liked seeing your family again but mainly seeing the Master having to interact with them and you had to admit, he had been pretty amazing.
Once you were back in the TARDIS, the Master let himself fall on the closest chair.
-That went well-
-It was the most exhausting experience of my entire life and that's saying something- he said.
You went to sit on his lap.
-Yes it was, but you were great- you said kissing him.
-Thank you- you added. -That meant a lot-
The Master looked at you seriously.
-Don't mention it. But know that next time you'll have to find someone else to play your boyfriend-
-You wouldn't let anyone else do that- you teased.
-And that, my dear, is true- he said kissing you again.
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PleASe tell us about living in the cum house with habit
I had to write--
@fekst-fucker @the-acolytes-collection @fuck-mcgee
Cum House with Habit
Also: this will be a story detailing AFAB that goes by they/them pronouns just because I am a self-indulgent piece of shit and want Habit to defend my pronouns when I wanna use they/them dammit.
Also, this takes place after the occurrence of the movie and assumes that his wife doesn’t move in and just decides to abandon the place.
Warnings: Cum House, mentions of prostitution?, jealous boy,
New House
Habit had mentioned he wanted a new base of operation.
He just got bored of the old house, mainly because it had drawn too much attention with local law enforcement.
So, due to the rising suspicion that your Mate had drawn, the two of you opted for a house in the middle of the suburbs. Honestly, you found it adorable.
You could live in little home in the middle of nowhere. You could decorate the house however you wanted this time!
A soft hum left your throat as you dropped another box in your new living room. You placed your hands on your hips as you looked around the room. Having convinced Habit to let you start moving in before him, that meant you assumed control of decoration.
“I swear if he doesn’t stop me, this whole place is staying like this,” you muttered, looking around at the pink walls and blushing a bit at all the sexual memorabilia on the walls. “Oh, he’s going to love this.”
The sound of footsteps caused you to jump and spin.
A tattooed male stood in the doorway leading to the kitchen, throwing a cocky grin at you.
“You new in town?” He asked, leaning against the frame as he crossed his arms.
“Um,” you began, looking around and taking a step back. You were starting to regret asking Habit for a few hours to try and make the house your own. “Who- Who are you? And how did you get here?”
“Don’t worry about it,” he said smoothly, pushing himself off the wall and walking closer to you. “I’m Don, cutie.”
You tensed, feeling unnerved.
Not only was there a strange man in your house, but he was closing in on your smaller form.
You turned, trying to get to the front door and just wait for your beloved to show up on the front porch, only to see a dog sitting in front of the door.
Visibly confused, you turned to ask the man about the German Shepherd, only to see he wasn’t there.
“Maybe it’s ghosts,” you muttered under your breath. “Habit can deal with ghosts, right? H e can stop them from haunting me. He’s strong.”
You were trying to convince yourself at this point, feeling unnerved and slightly scared. You lifted your wrist to check the time, knowing Habit would be at the house by six for dinner.
It was only four thirty.
A whine left your mouth as you rubbed your arms, glancing around the room. Honestly, you were debating calling Habit, but you were slightly scared he would just make fun of you.
The kicker, though, that made you scramble to get your phone from the bag on the floor was when a soft, almost metallic clicking made its way down the stairs.
The phone rang twice before the familiar gruff voice answered.
“Bunny, I’m busy right now. I’ll help with decorating-“
“Habit there’s something in the house,” you breathed, feeling your eyes tear up. “I don’t- there was a guy in the house and a dog and now stuff is moving-“
“What,” he growled out, and you could just see him tightening his grip on the phone when you mentioned the unnamed male. “Stay the fuck there. Give me ten minutes to clean up and I’ll be there. Go lock a door and stay low, do you understand?”
A soft whine left your throat at the tone in his voice. The dual tone crept through the phone and caused his voice to almost sound like static.
“I-Habit I’m scared,” you said softly, hearing something roll toward you. You spun on your heel to see a small ball moving toward you before stopping at your feet. “Hab-“
“Aren’t you a cute little girl,” a feminine voice mused. “Such a shame we have to get rid of you.”
You froze, feeling yourself start to shake as a soft, drawn out noise of pure terror made its way from your throat.
The sound of a loud crunching echoed through the phone before the line went dead. You knew Habit had most likely broken his phone again, but couldn’t take the time to be mad as you heard a soft humming in the same tone of voice behind you.
The door slammed open in front of you, and a borderline feral looking Habit instantly snapped his gaze to you. His eyes were wide and almost entirely purple, no blue to be seen.
He was panting, and his lip was curled in a snarl as he glared behind you.
“Who the fuck are you?” He forced out, crouching low and reaching to grab your wrist before forcing you behind him. “Get the fuck out.”
“Interesting,” the woman mused, and you peeked around your shaking Mate. She was pretty, all things considered. Her hair was long and a light reddish, and her eyes were a deep blue. “You’re not entirely human, are you?”
Habit stood slowly, seemingly sniffing the air before taking a step back to shield you more. He tilted his head, still baring his teeth.
“What the fuck are you?” His voice was much calmer now, and you felt a fresh wave of fear spike through your being. “You’re not human either, bitch.”
A soft giggle left her throat as she bent down to pick up the small glass ball and twirl it in her fingers. She hummed softly, picking up where she left off. Her eyes shot to you as you cowered behind your beloved.
“She’s cute though,” she said, causing Habit to snarl at her.
“They,” he stated. He rolled his eyes and seemed to relax, turning to look at you. “They’re just fucking spirits. You’ve seen them in my home, (Y/n),” he shot a glare over his shoulder at the now confused female. “These ones are just shitheads that need to be put in their place.”
Habit’s voice took on the dual tone once more, and he muttered something under his breath you couldn’t quite understand.
He tensed again, taking a deep breath as his head snapped to the side.
“What the fuck is that?” He seethed, glaring at a socket in the wall. The redhead let out a loud giggle, covering her mouth as she snickered. Habit growled lowly. “Answer me, whore.”
Her laughter stopped as she glared at the dark haired male. A deep chuckle took her place.
“It’s going to be so fucking fun with you here, isn’t it?” The male from before mused, crouching in the room behind you as he scratched the dog’s ears. “You two seem like fun.”
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Hearth
Pairing: ot5
Rating: pg, minus a blowjob offer
W/c: 3.7k
Warnings: uh food and wine? Kibum gets a bit tipsy but thats it
Summary: With their busy lives and schoolwork, it's hard to find time altogether, but a game night is exactly what they all needed.
A/n: This was for prompt 31, for summer of shinee pt 2, which was: shinee but they're playing monopoly instead of working on projectsI hope you enjoy this small thing ^_^
AFF Ao3
He grimaced as he stared at his reflection in the newly wiped clean mirror. The steam from the shower was still billowing around him, hair dripping water droplets as he pushed it from his forehead, and a towel resting over his shoulders. Staring back was dark circles from too much stress and too little sleep. With a deep sigh, Jinki tugged open the cabinet and effectively cut off the picture of himself as he reached in for his moisturizer. Kibum would never forgive him if he forgot his skincare. ‘You may look dead on your feet, but at least you won’t have wrinkles.’ . Jinki found himself quietly laughing as he patted in the cool liquid into his cheeks at the memory of Kibum’s long fingers pressing some unknown facial cleanser onto his face, having his bottom lip tugged between in concentration as if it was the hardest thing he had focused on. The other man should be home soon with dinner. Taemin had been in charge of ordering it and Jinki was both excited and hesitant to see what the youngest man had chosen.
There was a reason more often than not on Taemin’s turn at dinner they always ate out, mainly because it gave him certain parameters to pick from. Given free reign, milk was always found where it shouldn’t, like ramen. Jinki shivered a little at the reminder of THAT incident. Jonghyun reacted so badly to the spice and milk combination that he spent the next day making friends with the bathroom. There was always a limit on the things he’d do for the men he loves. Lying through his teeth about how great Taemin’s cooking was, well that was one of them. The youngest’s history with weird food combinations and risky take out orders was the main reason Kibum always was responsible for the night after his. The chef of their little group always made sure to make it all up to them with something tasty.
Stepping into the room that he and Jonghyun shared, he was surprised to find Minho spread eagle on the bed. Last he knew the man was still at the university working with his group on the social differences between genders in competitive sports. His phone was held close to his face as he scrolled through something, the light of the screen reflecting off of his glasses. The bathroom door hinge squeaked as it was pushed open and Minho’s head snapped up, a huge smile blooming on his face. He scrambled up from his stomach, sitting back on his knees and accepting the soft kiss Jinki presses to his lips with a sigh. “Not that I’m not glad to see you, Love, but why are you here?”
“Two of the three people didn’t show up. So the two of us that did show up figured we could do our parts at home.” Minho flopped back onto the bed, spreading his legs out in front of him, “Jonghyun and Kibum left for the food, and Taemin is currently trying to teach his hamster how to jump through a hoop, so I came in here to wait for you .”
Jinki tugged on his sweatpants, tripping a little on his slippers he forgot were there, and tried to imagine how well that was going. “How is Cheese doing on that?”
“Oh terribly. When I dropped my bag in the room all Cheese was doing was stealing the snack Taemin was holding and running away.” He could have sworn he had a shirt laid out before he headed into the bathroom, now where was the stupid thing? He looked up when Minho cleared his throat, “Are you looking for this?”
Sure enough, held out was the shirt he was looking for. It was one of Jonghyun’s from high school, it was softened with time and too many washes, the lettering half faded on the chest. He grabbed it with a sheepish grin before pulling it over his head. “Thanks, Love.”
As soon as Jinki was on the bed next to him, Minho had his head against his shoulder, finding his hand to play with his fingers, “How was your day?”
“I taught undergrads today. It was to be as expected.” With their busy schedules, it wasn’t often than Jinki got to see Minho for more than an hour a day it seemed, and most of that was getting ready to be somewhere else or the younger man making sure he remembered to eat something. He was always horrid at remembering to eat, which is why most of the time either Minho or Kibum made sure he had snacks in the front pocket of his backpack. The distant sound of chaos entering their home caused both men to glance toward the closed door. “I think the food’s here.”
“From the sound of things, I don’t think Kibum approves of what Taemin ordered.” Minho hummed happily when Jinki pressed a kiss to his hair before both men headed toward the door. The sound of voices increased as the door was pulled open, and Jinki shook his head fondly as he followed Minho toward the rest of their little family.
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The dining room table was a second-hand piece of furniture Jinki and Kibum had gotten from a yard sale when they decided to move into a bigger place. It once had been a dark cherry wood, but the color had faded and bits were chipped and scratched from all the mayhem that descended upon it over the last two years. Not that anyone could see the table’s surface with the collection of binders, folders, papers, and calculators spread across the surface from where Jonghyun and Minho always set up shop to do their projects. The last time they had used it to eat off was two months ago when Taemin’s family came to visit and Kibum had made them all dinner. That being said, when Jinki and Minho entered the living room from the hall the food was already being spread out on the coffee table in the living room. From the looks of things, he ordered chicken wings. Which didn’t explain Kibum’s loud reaction to the food at all.
When he spotted the sauce options chosen, that did, however. Blueberry barbeque sauce and garlic pepper, both mixed in together like some sort of strange concoction. Kibum looked one touch away from losing his chef mind, concern so vivid on his pretty features. Jonghyun looked like he was a mixture of amused, worried, and distraught in his own way. As Jinki slipped past the duo, he squeezed Jonghyun’s hip and kissed Kibum’s cheek. “It can’t be that bad, Bommie.”
Jonghyun, grim as can be, shook his head, “Oh it can be, Baby, oh it can be.”
Kibum pressed his lips together before turning completely on his heel, disappearing behind them for a moment. There was clanking, and something popping open. When he emerged again there was a bottle of wine in his hand. By his tongue lapping at his lips, he had already taken a swig. “Really?”
“Let me forget his sins, Old Man.”
Jinki eyed the bottle even as Jonghyun and Minho got busy pulling out the food from the bags and Taemin could be heard coming down the hall. Before Kibum could react, he gripped the bottle and pulled it, taking a long swig. Oh, gross, it’s red. He handed the bottle back with a grimace. “My day was bad, but not bad enough to willingly drink red wine.”
Kibum stepped closer, wrapping his free hand around to rest on Jinki’s hip and kiss his temple. “There’s whiskey in the kitchen if you want a drink, but let’s eat and you can tell us about it.”
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The food had been eaten, and while strange, the sauce combination hadn’t been as bad as Kibum and Jonghyun made it out to be. Then again, Jinki loved chicken so much it was very hard to make him upset while consuming it. Minho had taken their plates into the kitchen to clean because of it being his night for dishes. Kibum was sprawled out on the couch, sipping the same bottle of wine he had shared with Jonghyun throughout dinner. The younger man had his fingers moving through Jinki’s hair as he leaned back against the front of the couch, legs under the table. Taemin had taken the opportunity to fall against his left side, hugging his arm loosely as they glanced at the drama that happened to be on the television when they turned it on for background noise.
Jinki laid his head back against the cushion, eyes closing feeling Kibum’s long fingers scratch against his scalp. He was sure there was something important he needed to finish for school, but he couldn’t pinpoint what it was exactly with how good Kibum’s fingers felt. The man’s deep voice was quiet as he spoke, wine and drowsiness making him talk slower. “I’m sorry today was so bad, Baby.”
“Not your fault undergrads are really stressful.”
Taemin huffed, his breath fanning out over his shoulder as he shifted his head to look up at him. “Hey!”
Kibum shifted closer until his head was against the edge of the cushion and the bottle of wine was gently placed on the floor beside Jinki. Before he could be disappointed that the fingers in his hair stopped, Kibum moved them again after adjusting his hand. “You’ll get to rag on undergrads soon, Taemin.”
“Not soon enough.” The youngest grumbled, grabbing his cup to sip from the straw.
“I should probably do my paper that’s due.” Kibum deeply sighed, his breath fluttering a bit of Jinki’s fringe hanging over his forehead.
He turned his head until his right cheek was against the couch, smiling softly when Kibum’s fond grin came into view. “When is it due?”
“Next Wednesday.”
The topic of the conversation was momentarily forgotten as he gazed at his lover. While he knew Kibum was always pretty, it was moments like this that reminded Jinki just how beautiful he was. His eyelashes fluttering with his drowsiness, his hair falling in soft dark waves away from his face, and flush in his cheeks from his wine. The black hair was different than the blond Kibum had when they first started dating, but Jinki rather liked how his natural hair looked. Oh right, they were talking about something. “You have time to do it later.”
Something sparked in Kibum’s dark eyes and his lips quirked up as he spoke, “You just don’t want me to stop playing with your hair.”
“Guilty as charged.”
A loud growl from their left had all of them looking in that direction. They found Jonghyun standing by the dining room table, leaning heavily on his hands and his hair falling from the tiny ponytail on top of his head into his eyes. Minho popped his head out from the kitchen, brows furrowed, “You alright?”
“My research assistant forgot to get consent from the last group! I can’t use any of this data.” He lifted his hand, a stack of papers crumped in his harsh grip. “I have to do this all over and I don’t know if I have time and-”
Minho swooped in close, tugging Jonghyun away from the tabletop and hugged him close. “Put the papers down. Worry about this tomorrow.”
“But-”
It was Taemin who chirped from his comfy spot, “We should play a board game instead.”
Jinki could see Jonghyun was pushing up on his toes to see over Minho’s shoulder, but his voice carried over the distance. “What kind of board game?”
Taemin sat up fully and grinned, “Monopoly of course.”
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Jonghyun was sitting on Jinki and Minho more than the couch as Taemin came back into the room with the game. Kibum had moved onto the floor, his bottle of wine sitting on the table before him as he leaned his head on his palm and gazed at his three lovers on the couch. Jinki was whispering something against Jonghyun’s hair, causing the man to slowly smile and rouge to paint across his cheeks. Kibum was too tipsy to focus enough to make out what he was saying, but it still made him smile to see Jonghyun begin to giggle because of the oldest man. Minho was gently patting Jonghyun’s shins, leaning heavily on Jinki’s shoulder, but he grinned when Kibum caught his gaze.
And then Taemin decided to shatter the soft, serene air by dead dropping the monopoly box onto the table. All eyes fell on the youngest, who grinned widely. “I can’t wait to kick y’all’s asses.”
“Kibum and Jinki are tied with the most number of wins, Bub.” Minho quipped as he lifted Jonghyun’s legs to slip onto the ground, pulling the game box closer to him. Using the top, he pointed at Taemin as he continued. “You’re in last place.”
“We’ll see.” Taemin’s tongue was poked out of the side of his mouth as he picked up the dark orange 500 dollar bills and began counting out the correct number of bills. All was good until he hit the 20’s, in which his hands lowered into his lap and he stared up at Jinki on the couch. “How many again?”
“Six, Tae.” Came Jinki’s soft reply. His eyes were closed, a dazed smile on his face as Jonghyun played with his hair. Jonghyun chuckled, knowing that it was always the twenties Taemin forgot the quantity of. “Do I get a night off from being the banker?”
As Taemin happily called out, yes, the other three men unanimously agreed. “No.”
“I can do it.” Somehow Taemin always managed to make his voice carry the fact he was pouting deeply.
“You say that and then after you have to do the math you push it towards Jinki. It’s alright.” Minho hummed, setting out the correct pieces. The Scottish dog for Jonghyun. The thimble for Jinki.The top hat for Kibum. The running shoe for himself, and finally, the car for Taemin. The other three were put back into the top of the box placed on the floor to his right.
The money stacks were placed around the table and Kibum smacked his mouth after swallowing another sip of wine. “Alright old men, you have to come down now.”
As soon as Jonghyun had managed to remove himself from the other’s lap, Jinki leaned forward and cracked his knuckles with a sleepy grin. “Who’s ready to lose?”
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It was Jinki, Minho and Taemin left. Kibum and Jonghyun had moved back onto the couch, the two men a tangle of limbs as Kibum snoozed with his cheek squished on Jonghyun’s shoulder. As soon as his little snores and nose whistles had been heard Jinki had looked behind him with a smile. Jonghyun looked like he was very close to following their lover’s footsteps, his eyes fluttering as he fought the pull of sleep. After finishing his turn, Minho pushed off the ground to pull the blanket from the recliner and toss it over the two of them.
Jonghyun mumbled, “Thanks.”
Taemin was still blowing on the dice, eyeing Jinki’s hotels on park place and boardwalk, when Minho returned to his spot. They all knew if he landed on either of those he was done for. Five or seven would be his doom. He had an 80 percent chance of getting around it safely, but as he finally let go of his dice, one quickly landed on a four while the other kept rolling until it fell off the board onto the table in front of Minho. Face up was a three. “Fuck!”
“That’ll be two grand, please.”
“Don’t sound so smug,” Jonghyun rumbled, hand falling from his tummy to pat Jinki in the back of the head.
Taemin slowly went through flipping over his leftover properties and adding up their worths. Next were his few remaining houses and his one hotel. He had his little bit of cash gripped between both of his hands when he whipped his head up and asked, almost desperately. “If I blow you can I get a ‘get off boardwalk’ free card?”
Minho choked on the bit of leftover wine in Kibum’s discarded bottle he was attempting to swallow as Jinki snorted. “While I’d love for you to suck my cock, I’m going to have to decline.”
“Awh! Come on Babe, cut me some slack.”
“We’ve been playing for two hours, Taemin.” Jinki ran his fingers through his hair to get it from his eyes, tired smile on his face. “I want to end this quickly so we can sleep.”
Taemin sighed before pushing everything of his over to Jinki with a frown. “I guess I’ll admit defeat for that.”
Jinki gathered his payment in a neat little pile before gathering the dice and rolling. Minho wasn’t as bad off as Taemin had been, and causing him to go bankrupt would require more than just a single boardwalk landing. Moving three had him visiting in jail. Finishing his turn, he pushed the dice over towards Minho before focusing on organizing his newly acquired items. Out of the corner of his eye, he was aware of the man moving his piece the correct amount of spaces on the dice, managing to bypass Jinki’s dark green properties and landing right before Park Place. Taemin hissed out, “Lucky bastard.”
“I’m not safe yet, Bub.” Minho handed over the dice into Jinki’s palm with a grimace. “Remind me to never let Jinki get Boardwalk ever again.”
“You make it seem like you had a choice.” Jinki grinned as he began to shake the dice in his fist. “I’ll make you a bet, Baby.”
Minho’s eyebrow rose, intrigue shifting on his face. “Oh praytell.”
“Name a number, any number 2 through 12. If I roll it, you win without exceptions.”
“Just like that?”
“Just like that.”
“And if you don’t roll it?”
“We keep playing.”
With narrowed eyes, Minho agreed, holding out his hand to take Jinki’s to shake. “Agreed. The number is 12.”
After a few more shakes, Jinki let his fist open and the dice clattered across the board before slowly rolling to a stop. Two sixes were clear as day facing up, and Minho whooped startling both men on the couch. Kibum whined, glaring harshly as his nostrils flared with his quick breathing. Jinki sighed with a fond smile as he leaned over to kiss Minho on the cheek after rising to his knees. “Congratulations, Baby.”
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The water could be heard running through the open door of the bathroom. As well as the telltale sounds of Jonghyun brushing his teeth when the door hinge of the bedroom door squeaked. Coming through was Taemin, boxers low on his hips and hair a shaggy mess on his head. Jinki closed his book and pushed it on the bedside table with a smile. “Can I sleep with you two tonight?”
“Of course. Climb on in, Love.” Taemin beamed and half face planted into the middle of the mattress. Jinki shook his head even as he reached over to fix the younger man’s hair. “That is not what I meant.”
“It’s so fun to do it now.” He commented as he flopped onto his back and wiggled under the covers. “Thanks for not being in each other’s throats like the other two.”
With a snort, Jinki asked, “Oh, is that why you graced us with your presence?”
“Only half.” His cheeks were slightly pink with the admitted answers. “I also missed you two.”
"Kibum was half asleep when Minho helped him to bed, how'd that turn into sex?"
"Well they were bickering about Minho startling him awake at the end there and you know..." Taemin trailed off, but Jinki did know very well. Minho and Kibum arguing usually led to them having sex on the nearest surface, even the kitchen more times than Jinki wanted to admit he walked in on.
In the dim light of the bedside lamp and the open bathroom door, Taemin’s chest scars were visible. They were light pink as he was on the far end of his healing journey, but it still brought a smile to Jinki’s face to see the man so comfortable without his shirt on. Settling down beside him, Jinki rested his fingertips barely on the scars.“They’re healing very nicely.”
“Oh, yeah.” The warmth of his smile almost knocks the wind out of Jinki’s chest it’s so beautiful and free. It reminds him of just how far Taemin has come since they met almost four years before. Taemin snuggles closer, cheek squished with how close he moved into Jinki and trapping the older man’s hand between them. After removing it, Jinki wraps his arm around Taemin to keep him close. His voice is quiet and fluttery, as he relaxes in Jinki’s embrace. “You smell good.”
“Thank you.” Taemin’s breathing was slowing and by a quick glance down, it was obvious he was beginning to fall asleep. Jinki kissed his forehead softly, lingering for a few moments before barely moving away to whisper, “Goodnight, Baby.”
A few minutes later, Jonghyun shuffled out of the bathroom. He hooked up his phone to his charger and carefully sat on his side of the bed. He wiggled closer to Taemin, throwing an arm around his narrow waist and resting his chin on the younger man’s shoulder to gaze at Jinki. Pushing up slightly, he managed to catch Jinki’s lips softly. “Goodnight, Love.”
“Sweet dreams, beautiful.”
As they curled up, Jonghyun’s nose in the back of Taemin’s hair, Jinki’s chin resting on the top of Taemin’s head, and their legs a mess of limbs as they tried to find a comfortable spot, Jinki reached above him to turn the bedside lamp off by the switch on the headboard. He fell asleep with his arm over two of his lovers, smiling slightly as Jonghyun’s fingers tried to curl a little against his side. Sure, tomorrow they all had important things to finish, but right then none of that mattered. Jinki felt like he was finally home, wrapped up in the embrace of one of his lovers. A part of him wishes the other two were there too, but he would enjoy what he had, for it was more than enough.
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Admittance pt.6
Guzmán x Reader
Gif is not my own
Requests are open 🤍
(((Kind of difficult to work out what traditions to follow for this Christmas chapter so I’ve just done my best but I apologise if people can’t relate to the storyline or traditions referenced🤍 Stay safe and well you wonderful people)))
Christmas came around quickly after that day and you found yourself waking up that morning surrounded by more people and more love than you’d ever imagined. Guzmán and his Mum had arrived yesterday so that you could all wake up together and you’d slept beside Guzmán in bed without a second thought.
You’re woken up pretty abruptly at an uncertain feeling that couldn’t possibly be mistaken. Some sort of weird butterflies that all of the websites were correct to call ‘fluttering’. You sit upright instantly in the bed and place a hand on your stomach.
“Holy shit,” You mutter to yourself as the movements don’t once cease.
It’s the first real sign you’d had of that growing life inside of you, besides the scans. But this was the first moment that wasn’t induced in a scan, the first time you could feel your baby inside of you and not simply imagine what it would feel like.
Guzmán stirs beside you and blinks away his sleepy eyes, “(Y/n)? What time is it?”
“Guzmán you need to feel this,” You turn around, grabbing his hand and pulling him up to try to get him to sit beside you.
“What? What’s happened? What is it?” He asks, struck by panic in an instant.
You take a deep breath and place his hands over your stomach to replace your own, thankful when you know he’s able to feel the movements against his own fingertips.
He stares down bewildered at your belly, blinking a few times as his mouth opens to say something and closes again, repeating a few more times before he looks up to make eye contact with you, “Oh my god.”
You laugh a little as you feel your eyes start to well up with a few tears - you were sure you were at least ten times more emotional since all of this had begun. Damn you pregnancy.
“How- how does it feel?” He asks you, looking between each of your eyes as his fill with tears too.
“Weird, so weird,” You chuckle as your voice speaks with a small break, “But so beautiful.”
He laughs too as his hands fail to move from your growing belly, “Well, that’s not the way I expected to wake up this morning.”
You smile as your hands fall back over his, “Merry Christmas, Guzmán.”
He leans in and presses a kiss to your forehead, letting his lips linger there for a moment longer, “Merry Christmas (Y/n).”
“We’ve probably got about an hour before everyone else gets up,” You point out, glancing at the old clock that hung on the wall.
“Come on, if you want to cuddle, you just need to ask,” Guzmán jokes, laying back down and outstretching an arm to open a space for you.
Not a bad start to a Christmas morning.
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As you’d expected, it’s an hour later when Ander comes bursting into your room (this year joined by Omar) which was something he’d kept the tradition of doing ever since the two of you were little. Normally, he’d jump on the bed, but he had the sense to avoid that this year.
“Happy Christmas guys!” They both cheer as Omar slings an arm around your brother and they stand proudly at the foot of your bed.
“Happy Christmas,” You laugh, pushing yourself to sit up and wincing at the muscle pain.
“Come on! Hurry up! It’s time for presents!” Omar yells as he drags Ander back out of the room.
You stand up out of bed and tug Guzmans jumper down over you more from where it had bunched up over your stomach. Really, it was starting to get too tight around your abdomen. But Guzmán liked the idea of his clothes being so close to the baby, though he hadn’t explicitly mentioned that - you could just tell.
“So, I don’t really know how Christmas works in your house. But will we have some time today for just the two of us? there’s something I want to give you,” Guzmán says, scratching at the back of his neck.
You frown a little at his nervous attitude, “Yeah sure, we’ll have some time in the afternoon for sure. We’ll exchange gifts then.”
“Okay,” Guzmán smiles, placing a hand gently on your back as the two of you head downstairs to join the rest of this makeshift family for the day.
You’d made sure to buy your presents for everybody but you had to be relieved when Guzmán had suggested exchanging yours in private. It just felt easier that way. His had a lot more meaning than the others.
“Good morning!” You smile as you walk into the lounge where everybody’s presents are stacked up waiting to be opened.
“Merry Christmas, darling,” Your Mum beams as she kisses you on the cheek and places a hand over your bump.
“I didn’t want 365 days to stand and greet people for half an hour!” Ander groans from his seat on the floor beside Omar, “Are we opening presents or what?”
You sit down on the couch as Guzmán goes to sit beside you, his arm settling on your back to offer you some support as you lower down.
You open up your presents from your Mum, from Guzmans Mum and from Omar and Ander. Your Mum buys you some maternity clothes and you’d been complaining about things not fitting, along with a few bits she’d heard you mention. Guzman’s Mum buys you a few little bits along with a framed photo of you and Guzmán - you were certain that she thought you were a couple. And Ander and Omar buy you a new Polaroid camera after you’d mentioned wanting to capture more moments properly now that the baby was on the way.
“We got you something as a joint present too,” Omar mentions, grabbing a small box from under the tree, “Just a little something.”
You smile and take the present from him, Guzmán gestures for you to open it as he settles an arm behind you on the couch. Inside the half-neatly wrapped box is a small baby outfit. It’s a white babygrow with ‘My Uncles Are My Favourite.” embroidered in grey letters across the chest. It’s paired with the tiniest pair of white Nikes you’ve ever seen, barely big enough to imagine anyone wearing them.
Guzmán laughs, “I love it!”
You smile and pick up the little outfit, “It’s great, thank you guys.”
“I expect to see them in that as soon as possible,” Ander warns, “Merry Christmas you three.”
Guzmán glances at you and smiles warmly. The first Christmas that you’d ever spent together at all and you were getting joint presents for a baby you’d been bringing into the world in a matter of months. You two weren’t together. But there was something about the dynamic between the pair of you that made things just seem to fit. Was that some form of being meant to be?
“No presents from each other guys?” Your Mum frowns at you and Guzmán.
“No, no, we both agreed we’d just put some money towards some baby stuff and class that as our Christmas presents,” Guzmán is quick to interject, “Right (y/n)?”
“Right yeah,” You smile, “So, what’s the plan for today?”
You distract the conversation mainly because you were so focused on what on Earth Guzmán was going to give you for a Christmas that had meant he’d been so oddly secretive.
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The day continues as you eat enough for two and all laugh around the table, really like a proper family. It’s refreshing to see. None of you came from particularly perfect families. Omar had been long separated from his, having never really been himself until he’d left. Guzmán and his mother had gone through the loss of Marina and then the entire situation with his Dad. And you, Ander and your Mum has dealt with the divorce and Ander’s cancer all through this year. It was a relief to be finally in a place where you all came together to celebrate a day like Christmas.
“Will you be attending the mass with us?” Your Mum asks as she sets down two glasses of wine for her and Guzman’s mum.
You were now at the stage of the day where everyone fell into a leisurely slump after dinner. Guzmán turns to you.
“Do you think they’ll miss us for a minute?” He asks quietly, leaning close to you as he speaks.
“No, no, I’m sure we’ll be fine,” You nod, shifting on the couch as you try to stand up.
He chuckles and reaches out his hands to help you to stand, settling a hand around your back as he guides you towards upstairs.
You go into your room and sit across from him.
“Okay, it’s fine if you don’t like it, I just didn’t really know what to get you, and Ander didn’t help when I asked him for ideas. But I just saw this and thought it might be something you’d...” You pause as you become mildly aware of how much you’d been rambling, “Okay, just open it.”
Guzmán smiles as his eyes crinkle at the side, only deepening as he lifts the lid of the box in front of him. You’d bought him a photo frame of the scan that was decorated with the sound wave of the heartbeat and the words ‘I can’t wait to meet you Daddy’. It was simple but the look on his face told you that he loved it already.
His voice cracks as he speaks, “It’s beautiful, thank you so much (Y/n).”
“I know it’s only little but it-“
“Is this the heartbeat?” He asks, fingertips grazing over the engraving in the wood, “I love it, it’s perfect.”
You grin at his reaction and let the weight fall from your shoulders.
“Okay, your turn,” Guzmán begins, taking a deep breath as he reaches behind him to grab a small box.
You open it to reveal a small, gold, heart shaped locket kept inside. It’s delicate and petite and is the length that would mean it would fall perfectly at the height of your heart.
“When I was first adopted by my parents, my Grandad told me he’d bought one just like that for my Grandmother when they were first pregnant with Mum. I guess it was like a little family tradition,” He explains.
“It’s beautiful, Guzmán, thank you,” You swallow the lump in your throat.
“They weren’t married at the time and it was basically blasphemous for them to even consider having a baby, they were actually close to splitting up. But somehow, they did and they stayed together ever since,” Guzmán chuckles before settling back into severity, “I’m not saying that I really know what’s going to happen between us (Y/n), and you and I both know that we have to put that baby first before anything.”
You hold onto the box to stop your hands from trembling.
“Maybe it’s just because we’ve been spending a lot of time together, and nothing in our lives has been very normal, but lately I’ve been feeling...”
“I know, I’ve been feeling too,” You assure him, offering a small smile to ease his nerves.
“Yeah?” He exhales like it’s the biggest relief in the world, “I don’t really know where we go from here because nothing feels very normal but...”
“I know,” You reach over and squeeze his hand, “It’s a difficult situation. But we’ve dealt with everything recently, I’m sure we can deal with this too.”
He smiles lightly and takes the necklace from you, “May I?”
Cautiously, he stands up and walks around to where you were now stood up too. He brushes your hair away from your neck and brings the necklace around your neck to connect it behind you. His fingertips linger there for just a moment as he waits until you turn to face him.
“Merry Christmas (Y/n),” He mumbles quietly, his eyes flicking between your eyes and your lips.
In the silence that follows, he dips his head slowly, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. And somehow, in a moment so unfamiliar to anything you’ve ever felt before, he presses the softest and warmest kiss to your waiting lips. It’s emotional. And not just because of the pregnancy. It’s uncertain. And not just because Guzmán was hardly one for romance before you. It’s all things wrapped into one confusing package but you’ve never been so sure of wanting a moment to last forever.
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The evening consists of all of you sitting round to watch the boys attempt to play charades, although it isn’t particularly successful. When midnight is nearing, its tradition for your family to all attend the mass but this year was a bit different. Omar and Ander decide against it. And so do you and Guzmán. So it’s just your Mums that leave to go.
“How come you didn’t want to go to the mass this year?” You ask as you slip out of your outfit from the day and grab one of Guzmán’s tops from the side.
He glances at you as he pulls off his waistcoat and starts to unbutton his shirt.
“I stopped believing in religion a long time ago,” He admits, “Ever since Marina died, I couldn’t keep believing in a God.”
You swallow the lump in your throat, “I was the same after Ander got diagnosed. Like that, ‘they didn’t deserve this’ kind of mentality?”
Guzmán looks up, now bare chested as he stands a metre in front of you, “Yeah, exactly like that.”
“I can’t say I know exactly how it feels, but I do understand it at least a little,” You nod, “My Mum kept believing in religion because he was treated, and it worked. I guess I hold grudges more than she does.”
“I know, I felt the same when my Mum prayed after Marina died,” Guzmán takes a seat on the bed, “I guess I’d completely stopped believing in religion until recently.”
“Recently?” You frown, taking the seat beside him.
He smirks a little into his lap, “When you told me you were pregnant, it felt like this weirdly perfect miracle. This thing that was meant to happen even if it was far from the plans I’d thought I’d have at eighteen. I guess I started thinking that maybe there was someone or something up there that was looking out for me.”
You smile gently at his words and let his hand find yours.
“I prayed, you know? That night we were at the hospital, I prayed to anything and everyone that they’d keep you both safe. I don’t know who I was speaking to, maybe just to myself, but I didn’t feel strong enough to do it on my own,” He admits, taking in a deep breath, “I still don’t. Maybe that’s all I’ve ever used religion for, to get me through moments when I don’t think I’ll be able to do it myself.”
“Maybe, but you’ve done a helluva lot on your own so far,” You chuckle, “And I don’t think there’s anything that you’re not strong enough to do Guzmán.”
“Is that so?” He cocks a brow, “I could think of a lot.”
You smile and rest your head on his shoulder, “You’re strong enough for us, that’s enough.”
He turns and presses a kiss to your messy hair. You two didn’t know what would happen between you after today, after any of this. It wasn’t going to be like anything normal happening between two eighteen year olds. But he’d kissed you today, and meant every millisecond of it. If that lasted for today, he’d call it the best Christmas of his life so far. If it lasted any longer, he’d count every day as a blessing.
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Sweet Nothing (MHA Staff AU Fanfiction)
Chapter 20
Warnings: Mostly sfw, slight nsfw (Mentions sexual assault and mental health), Slight Angst.
Pairing: Shouta Aizawa x OC (Mai Montoya, Pro Hero Zion)
If you want to read of the events before this chapter here is the Master List 😊
As I looked through the exam replays while making notes about how Aizawa should tackle their training during the camp, a small cup of coffee was placed to my left, with red painted nails over the lid. I look over my shoulder to meet with a ruby red grin.
“I figured since it’s a little chilly in here, I would get you something different from your usual. Mic and Aizawa mentioned you liked hot white chocolate mochas with vanilla sweet foam and cocoa powder. Said it tasted like tiramisu cake to you.” She gave a small shrug while I reached over for the drink.
“Why the treat giving all of a sudden?” I took a sip, and my lips were immediately met with the toasted coffee-flavored sweetness. I hummed a little in delight.
“You haven’t gotten up from your desk nor stopped looking at your screen for a good two hours. I figured you needed a small something to break you away.”
“Oh… thanks. I just wanted to review everything from the exams and make sure I got all of this to Aizawa before he takes the kids to the camp.”
“You’re not going?”
“Vlad and Aizawa mentioned it was best that the least amount of people knew the location of the training camp to make sure students were safe. To be fair, I would like a little break. Sometime in the week, I am expecting a video conference about my license status this upcoming Monday. I got an email about it earlier.”
“Well, that’s good to hear. It's been months. They should’ve been giving you an update sooner.” Kayama sneered in disapproval.
“Yeah… so I kind of need a break from the students for at least a day.” I looked over to Kayama, who looked a little worried. “I promise I won’t be worrying too much about it. Or overwork myself trying to get this stuff done.”
“That’s not what I am worried about. Isn’t Gemini supposed to be in the meeting since he’s in charge of the agency you were working with?” She bit her cheek nervously, bringing up Gemini.
I sighed, “I’m trying not to think about it right now. I just want to think about the fact that I am one meeting closer to having my suspension lifted.”
“I just don’t want him to humiliate you or do something that will prevent your suspension from ending, that’s all. He was already harassing you despite it being against the court’s ruling.” She rubbed my back comfortingly.
“And I changed my number to get it to stop, so it’s fine. I can handle it.” I gave her a smile.
“Oh, okay, but just know if anything happens, I’m always here for you. You can always just stay here and continue working in Japan.” She rubbed my shoulder and made her way out of the office. “I’ll be with Snipe. If you need anything, text me.” She winked and sauntered off.
I continued typing out my worksheet for a little longer until my eyes grew tired and strained. I switched from my earbuds to Mic’s headphones so I wouldn’t get any interruptions. Clearly, someone didn’t get the memo when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I swiveled around in my chair to see Aizawa and Vlad hovering over me. I took Mic’s headphones off slowly as I looked at them in confusion, “Yes?”
“We decided that it would be a good idea to have you help us train the students in the training camp,” Aizawa spoke up with his files in hand and a bored expression.
“That is if you want to come,” Vlad added with an apologetic smile.
I blinked and looked between the two. “You decided without talking to me?”
“We’re talking right now.” Aizawa pointed.
I pushed my glasses up my nose and sighed, “I meant that you should’ve given me a heads up. First, I was sitting for hours making a whole report about tackling the students’ training. If it was in question for me to come, I wouldn’t have been wasting my time. Plus, you both need to know whether I am free enough to even go in the first place.”
Vlad rubbed the back of his neck, “That’s what I was telling Eraser when he brought it up.”
“Your schedule is free all throughout the summer break. What could you be possibly-”
“I have a meeting about my suspension Monday morning.” I interrupted Aizawa. Annoyance laced in my voice. “Don’t assume I have nothing to do.”
Aizawa closed his mouth and tensed up his jaw. He always did that when he knew he messed up and looked like an ass.
I shut my eyes, “Where is the location? And does it have wifi?” I can always just work around my meeting.
Aizawa gave me a folder with the name of the location and the owners of the location. I looked at him, “The Wild Wild Pussycats?”
“They’re friends of mine.” Aizawa defended.
“I swear to God, Aizawa if they’re furries…”
“They’re not furries!”
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They were low-key furries…
As the students were forced to get to the Wild Wild Pussycats headquarters on their own, much to my dismay, I was attempting to use Aizawa’s hotspot to connect to my meeting. Aizawa and his friend Mandalay and her teammates were silently and awkwardly watching me stress out refreshing my laptop.
“Please work, please work, please work,” I mumbled mainly to myself.
“Is she usually like this?” I heard Mandalay said to Aizawa.
“Eh… depends on the situation. With hero work, she’s pretty calm and collective.” Aizawa responded.
“I would be nervous too if I was about to miss a meeting about my license.” Ragdoll chimed in.
Ding “You are now in the chat!”
“Yes! Oh, thank God!” I squealed in relief.
“Ms. Montoya? Is everything alright?” An old masculine voice came out of my laptop.
“Oh, yes, sorry. I was having connection problems… How are you today, Mr. Malcolm?” I smiled brightly even though I was ready to implode.
“Yes, I am doing well, thank you. Um, where are you currently?” The man’s bushy grey eyebrows furrowed together.
“Hehehe, I am on a bus on my way to a training camp for my hero course students. I couldn’t get out of coming since I was their counselor. I hope you don’t mind this.” I scratched the back of my neck.
“No, it’s alright, just happy to see you were able to work this meeting in with your schedule. I hope you are enjoying your time in Japan. The rest will be joining us in a moment. If you don’t mind, can you wear any earbuds or headphones? That way, the meeting stays confidential.”
I nodded, “Of course, sir. Just give me a second while I find…” I shuffled around to my purse to look for my Bluetooth earbuds but struggled to find them. The next thing I knew, they were in my face. I looked up to see Aizawa holding them out for me. “Thank you. Alright, I have them now.”
Shortly the rest of the people showed up at the meeting. The last person being Gemini. He looked extremely pleased to be in the meeting, which made me nervous. Which was probably the point. I stayed silent as they read over my file and my case. It had everything from when I enrolled in U.A. to my internships all the way to my job right now as a counselor. “So, from the updates, we have gotten from your boss Nezu and your coworker and pro hero Eraserhead, it seems that you have been following the guidelines of your suspension, which is good to hear. However, there seems to be this information about these phone calls that Gemini wanted to address.” Oh no… it was hard to hear what was said. My heart was thumping in my ears. “It seemed to be located through the Gemini Agency and U.A., meaning there was possible communication between you and someone at the agency. Which does violate the terms of the suspension.”
That’s why he kept calling…
“So, I am sorry, Ms. Montoya, as much as I would love to lift your suspension early. We would have to wait until the beginning of next year to review everything again and see if you can work in the U.S. again. However, we will allow you to continue your counseling job at Cal A if you decide that you don’t want to stay your whole suspension in Japan. I hope you have a good day.”
“Thank you. Have a good day.” I attempted to not look upset, but who knows if I was able to mask it or not. I clicked the leave button once everyone started to leave and closed my laptop. I saw Aizawa and the Wild Wild Pussycats waiting patiently from the corner of my eye to see what happened. I chewed my bottom lip to prevent myself from crying in front of people I barely knew. I felt like that was a sign for Aizawa to come up and sit next to me, gently grabbing my laptop out of my hands. He then wrapped an arm around my shoulders and softly moved my head to rest on his right shoulder. He then looked at the team of heroes and gave them a sad smile, and shook his head to motion them not to talk about the meeting or ask anything.
I felt him stroke my hair and rest his mouth just an inch away from my head to whisper, “You’ll be okay, Mai.”
The rest of the bus ride was short but quiet, so it felt agonizingly long. I felt bad that I let the mood shift so low. But we did end up there before the students were even halfway through the forest. Aizawa helped me with my suitcase while we walked off the bus into the building. “Huh. I expected an actual camp. But that’s because Eraser didn’t give me much description about your headquarters.”
“Oh yeah, that’s mainly because it’s his first time here. He’s only been to our old location a couple years back.” Mandalay explained. “I hope you don’t mind, but you’ll be rooming with me. The building might look big, but most of the rooms are meeting rooms, tech rooms, or just empty.”
“Oh, no, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it. I just appreciate that you made room for me to come.” I quickly waved my hands in front of me as she giggled at my reaction.
“She’s a cutie, Eraser. No wonder you used to like her!” Mandalay teased.
I just looked behind me at the man standing with my suitcase. “What is she talking about?”
Aizawa’s face was mixed with embarrassment and discontent, “Nothing, I’m putting our stuff inside, and then I’m taking a nap. The students won’t be here for another hour.”
“Awe, the poor grump is embarrassed.” Mandalay leaned against me, smirking, “We met around the time you were last in Japan a few years back. So he mentioned you and was annoyed by the fact that he wasn’t over you. I thought it was cute but stupid that he didn’t do anything about it.” Someone doesn’t mind keeping things to herself. “That’s actually the reason why we didn’t work out when we tried dating. I kind of felt that his heart wasn’t in it because he was still caught up in what could’ve been with you.” She gave me a genuine smile, “Don’t worry, my heart wasn’t in it either, so there aren't any hard feelings. I’m just happy to finally meet the one that got away.”
My mouth was left hanging as my cheeks heated. I didn’t know how to respond to that. How would anyone respond to that?
She laughed again, “You are so cute. C’mon, let me show you around the place. Maybe this camp will be like a week-long slumber party with us girls?” This was going to be an interesting week for sure. Why did I agree to this?
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The poor students were exhausted and took about an extra hour longer than expected. I felt terrible, but Aizawa dropped this on me like he did them, so I couldn’t do anything but nag him about it. Luckily, their actual training wasn’t starting until tomorrow. I just continued to act as if everything was normal and try to push past the news I got early.
As the Pussycats were giving them a tour around the place, I was just unpacking my suitcase to get my training outfit ready for tomorrow. It wasn’t anything special, just some running pants and a sports bra. I was also getting my nightshirt and shorts ready for when I needed to change later for bed. The Pussycats also provided the students a meal since they felt bad for leaving them to work so hard to get to camp. I sat with Mandalay and her nephew, who was looking for an opportunity to sneak away from the room.
“Mai, can I ask you a huge favor?” Mandalay spoke up. I simply nodded in response, “Do you think you can maybe talk with Kota? I feel like he needs to see someone about what happened to him and his parents. But I don’t want to take him to a therapist yet since he’s so young.”
“Well, there are children psychologists, but I don’t mind helping you out. It's better than doing nothing.” I gave her a reassuring smile when all of a sudden, my phone vibrated. I looked down and saw it was an unknown number with a video message. “Excuse me for a second, I have to check this. We could talk about a time to set up a meeting with Kota when I come back.”
I got up from the table and into the hallway as I opened the message.
Unknown Number
It was nice seeing you again, my lovely flower. I just wanted to give you a little momentum for our time together. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. Maybe now you’ll remember to never test me. I own your career. With one simple video, you can kiss your hero career goodbye. You can always just apologize for defying me and stay being my little flower.
I regretted opening the video file. How can someone be so vile? I felt like I was going to throw up.
The video was of the night that would haunt me in my nightmares. The only view the camera had was of my face and body being violated. No one watching the video would never know who was the one filming or the one violating me. I was seventeen, drugged up, and influenced by Gemini’s mind control quirk. And it was all filmed. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the horrifying sight. I was trying to not be upset all day, and he knew it. He somehow always knew what I was doing. It was like once he got in my head, he knew my every thought and move. My privacy, my autonomy, were not really mine after him. I quickly got out of the conversation and put my phone away. I’ll just pretend it didn’t happen and sleep it off.
To say I was jittering the rest of the night would be an understatement. I felt uncomfortable like bugs were crawling all over me. I would jump whenever the students or Aizawa would try and talk to me. I even shrunk away from Aizawa when he tried to grab my shoulder to get my attention. He looked a little offended but didn’t press me. It wasn’t until Mandalay mentioned something that I had to explain why I was so jumpy.
“I’m just thinking about my meeting, I was trying to ignore what happened, but it sneaked up on me.” I shrugged.
“I understand. Do you maybe want to use the hot spring after the students to relax and wash the bad news and stress away?” I gave her a nod and a tight lip smile. “Cool, I’ll get the robes and towels then so we can get started.” Mandalay was really nice. And really pretty, I could see why Aizawa liked her. Such a shame they didn’t last. They would’ve been perfect.
When she came back to the living room, Midoriya came running in with an unconscious Kota. “What happened?” We both went up to look at Kota. I moved out of my spot on the couch to have Midoriya set Kota down.
“Mineta was climbing up the wall to try and peep at the girls on the other side, and Kota stopped him but fell. I don’t know how he passed out, though. I caught him before he fell into the water.” Midoriya explained awkwardly, standing in a towel. I went to grab another towel to wet it so it could be placed on Kota’s forehead.
“Eraserhead mentioned that one of you boys was a little girl crazy. So I posted Kota up there to make sure the boy didn’t do anything. I could assume that it was the fall that made him pass out. Thank you.” Mandalay spoke while I handed her the wet towel, and she placed it on Kota. Midoriya shifted around a little, worried about the kid. He then asked about why Kota was so inanimate about pro heroes. Since Mandalay already told me about it, I suggested that I leave them alone to talk while I check on the rest of the students and lecture Mineta.
I waited until all the students were in their rooms to go talk to them. All went well on the girls and with the rest of the boys. However, with Mineta, let’s just say my lecture went in through one ear and out the other. So, I opted to go disrupt Aizawa to talk to Mineta. Unfortunately, he was not in his room. I ran into Tiger in the hallway as I was walking out of Aizawa’s room, “Hey, Tiger, have you seen Eraserhead? I need to talk to him about one of the students.”
“Last time I saw him, he was heading to the hot spring after the students went to their rooms.” The large man was in his normal civilian wear now, a t-shirt with a cat face on it and some Capri running pants. He was wearing some kitten slippers to walk inside the building with. It was different from his uniform but not far away from the cat theme. And Aizawa used to wonder why I didn’t hang around cat people back when we were kids.
“Thank you, Tiger. Have a goodnight, bub.” I grinned up at him as I rushed to the hot spring. He chided a goodnight as I passed by and went into his room.
Sure enough, the grumpy slug was relaxing in the hot spring like he had nothing to do. I removed my slippers to slip into some sandals laid out at the entrance to the hot spring and quietly made my way behind the man hovering over his peaceful frame in the water. He was laying back on the rocks displayed at the edge of the spring with his eyes closed and arms stretched out. His hair was damped and was pushed back out of his face. His breathing was steady, with his chest slowly rising and falling. I couldn’t help but stare a little as I crossed my arms and waited for him to notice me.
“Take a picture. It will last longer, pervert.” The man leaned his head back and opened his charcoal grey eyes that reflected the night sky above us.
I raised an eyebrow at him and started tapping my foot, not amused by his comment.
“What do you want, Mai?”
“Mineta tried to peek at the girls while they were using the hot spring, and he didn’t want to listen to me, so I need you to scare him.”
“Right now?” The man started to close his eyes and moved his head back to its original position.
“Yes.”
“I never get to relax. Can I do it in the morning? Maybe I can make him do extra training as punishment along with the lecturing?” He suggested. I stayed quiet because I didn’t feel like that was enough of a punishment. Maybe it was my own personal feelings kicking in, but I really wanted this kid to learn to not be such a perverted creep. I didn’t want him to be doing the same shit Gemini was to his future women colleagues. Aizawa leaned back again to look at me, “Is that not a good punishment?”
“Nope.”
“Then what do you suggest?”
“Castration.”
Aizawa’s eyes widened, and then he stood up from his spot and turned his whole body in my direction. Which he shouldn’t have done. The water cascading down his body was a little distracting. How did I not notice his muscles like this when I was bandaging him up? Since when did he have body hair? And why do I like it? God, Mai, this is not the time… “Should I be concerned that you want to castrate a student?” He had a happy trail… and toned wet abs…. Jesus Christ, I’m acting like Mineta. “Mai?”
I looked up to his eyes as he looked at me, waiting, “No, it was a joke. That’s all.” I turned my cheek to hide the blush creeping up my face.
He folded his arms, which made both his arms and chest bulge and not helping me pay attention to his face, “Is there something wrong?” He raised an eyebrow at me and had a subtle smirk plastered on his face. Great, he knows that I was unintentionally checking him out.
“Nope, nothing’s wrong, just a student harassing other students.”
“Right, nothing else?”
“Nope.”
“You know when you lie, your voice gets higher, and your eyes start widening while you get pouty and raise your eyebrows.” He gave me a knowing smirk. I hate this. I would prefer not to get teased right now.
“I do know that. That’s why I choose not to lie. Because I am a bad liar.” I honestly said. Not budging.
We stared at each other with folded arms in silence.
“Fine, you can talk to him in the morning. Only because it’s really late.” I gave in, letting out an exasperated sigh and unfolding my arms.
“Okay. I promise I’ll castrate him while I’m at it.” He chuckled, making me let out a breathy one of my own.
“Alright, well, I’m going to go to bed now and leave you alone. Goodnight.” I had an effortless and genuine smile on my face. Leave it for the grump to get me in a better mood without even trying.
“Mai, wait.” I turned back to see Aizawa lean forward on the edge of the hot spring, his head resting on his forearms. “Do you want to talk about what happened in the meeting? Or maybe what happened in the hospital? Whichever is easier to tackle first. I kind of want to get things between us situated.”
I sat down on the floor across from him, “What did you want to situate?”
“Well, you seemed to be getting serious with Vlad, and well, we can’t ignore how we keep having certain moments with each other. I don’t want to string myself along, and I don’t want to hurt Vlad. And I’m sure you feel that way too.”
“This is the first time I’m having you talk about your feelings.” I joked a little.
“I thought I was over my feelings for you from high school. But I don’t know what’s been happening. I don’t know if my feelings are genuine or just me indulging in old forgotten feelings because I never got closure. It’s irrational. And I don’t act irrationally.” He looked at me seriously, “I think we need some sort of boundaries.”
Part of me agreed with him. Part of me also wanted to tell him that Vlad and I weren’t that serious. We were just new. Part of me wanted to jump into the spring and kiss his wet plump lips. They were just begging me to kiss them. Part of me wanted to ask him what he wanted to tell me at the hospital. But I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Most of me wanted to crawl into a hole and be forgotten.
I am not someone that Vlad or Aizawa should be with. It wasn’t fair to either of them if they were with me. So I made it up in my mind that I shouldn’t be with either of them. Though, something in Aizawa’s midnight eyes was telling me to not agree with him. Like he was pleading for me to say something else. “Maybe we should. It’s just juvenile to let old feelings dictate what we do. You’re right. It’s irrational.” I avoided his eyes. They tempted me, to tell the truth, which was buried in the pit of my heart. As I played with my fingers, my lips slipped out a question, “What were you going to tell me at the hospital before Midoriya interrupted?”
Now it was his turn to avoid my eyes and bury his face in his arms. It took him a minute to speak up. “I was going to say that I really wanted you to… I really wanted you to know that I loved you when we were kids. That it was never just a childish crush. I was just stupid and thought it was foolish to do something about it.”
“Hmmm… well, I guess I should tell you that I loved you too, I was just too naive to know that I was. So I just assumed I was misplacing my feelings because I never knew what love felt like.” Sadly, it took me dealing with everything I did after leaving to realize it was the real thing. “But I guess we were too late,” I muttered mainly to myself, not really wanting him to hear it.
“I guess.”
“Vlad and I aren’t that serious. He doesn’t even feel comfortable enough for me to call him by his given name. And it's been a little awkward since that. So, I don’t think we’re going to last. It’s probably better off that way. I shouldn’t really be with anyone.” I hugged myself while looking at my knees. “I like Mandalay. She told me about you guys. I think you guys would’ve been cute. You guys both like naps and cats.” I joked a little more to lighten the mood.
“She’s a furry.”
“I thought you said that the Wild Wild Pussycats weren’t furries?”
“Oh, so you’re defending them now?” A small teasing smirk broke out of his face.
“At most, she’s a catgirl. Which is right up your ally.” After a second of thinking, I started to burst into laughter. “Ally cat!”
Aizawa looked incredibly confused, “Huh?”
“Ally cat! You’re an alley cat because you're an underground hero!” It made no sense why I thought it was funny. Honestly, I would be confused too if I was in Aizawa’s position. But for some reason, it was funny to me at the moment. Maybe it was the sleepiness kicking in?
He still looked at me confused, but his eyes were warm, and he was grinning like an idiot. “You have such a broken sense of humor. I blame Oboro for that. He corrupted you with his stupid jokes.”
I pouted, “I think I have a great sense of humor. It’s a little on the dark side, but at least you know I can make light out of any situation!”
“Yeah, sure.”
“You think threatening students with expulsion is funny. You can’t judge anyone else’s humor.” I yawned. “Alright, I think now, I should go. Anything else we need to discuss before I hibernate?”
He looked at me with a soft boyish closed-lip grin, “No, go to sleep. You need to rest before training tomorrow. Have a goodnight, Mai.”
I yawned again as I got up, “Goodnight, Sho. Get some sleep too, don’t stay up too late.”
“I won’t. Lov…” I couldn’t hear the last part once I returned to the entrance of the hot spring. All I was able to hear was that Aizawa stopped himself before he finished it.
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