#(i mean in that they each have their own signature sound when they play that makes them more identifiable)
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Not to be a greedy gremlin but I want the Peter demo so badly because I also suspect itâs pretty much as is and that she composed it too because it sounds so much like her playing on the album and I know it would punch me in the gut
#Taylor just has a very distinctive style compared to Aaron or jackâs playing#and from the very first listen I was like âthis sounds like Taylor on the b stageâ#and itâs in her cadence among other things#like Iâd be shocked if she werenât the one playing it on the album although I donât know if the production credits are out for it#thatâs how much it is identifiable to me#Aaronâs playing usually has a little more of a⊠lilt#like his style is also very distinctive#ANYWAY#(to be clear when I say that her style is distinctive compared to theirs I donât mean in that itâs better or worse)#(I know jack and Aaron are classically trained musicians!)#(i mean in that they each have their own signature sound when they play that makes them more identifiable)
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Carl Gallagher x male reader
Carl flirts with him every chance he gets. But one day the reader flirts back and he freezes up.
When the Tables Turned
Pairing : Carl Gallagher x M Reader Tags: Flirting, Fluff. Word count : 777 Y/n: Your name L/n: your last name
It was a typical day in the Gallagher household, a chaotic symphony of mismatched sounds and messy lives. The sun barely peeked through the dirty windows, illuminating the clutter and the occasional flying object that signified a Gallagher squabble. Y/N had been a part of this chaotic world for a while now, friends with Ian, and somehow having found a home amidst the uproar that was the Gallagher family.
Carl Gallagher was a force of nature. He was wild and unpredictable, a spark of energy in the house, always seeking thrills and pushing boundaries. Known for his charming grin and confident swagger, he had made it a habit to flirt with Y/N at every possible momentâjoking about their compatibility, bragging about his latest escapades, or simply teasing them with playful banter.
"Hey, Y/N," Carl shouted from across the room one evening, his eyes bright and mischievous. "If you need a partner in crime, you know where to find me. I mean, who wouldnât want to commit a little friendly arson with me?"
Y/N rolled his eyes, a smile creeping onto his face. "Sorry, Carl, I have morals. Jury might be out on you, though."
"Oh, come on! Iâd only set the house on fire a little bit. Just a tiny blaze. I promise I wonât let you get burned!" he shot back, a twinkle in his eyes, making it hard for Y/N to resist the playful banter.
This was their routineâplayful exchanges followed by Carl's relentless charm. It was endearing, in a way. But this time, Y/N felt a wave of courage wash over them. There was something exhilarating about the banter, and maybe they could turn the tables just once.
Days went by, and with each passing moment, Carl continued to flirt with him, seeming to revel in the way he teased back. They knew he liked the attention, and they couldn't help but play along for fun. But ever since Y/N started flirting back, Carlâs confidence began to chip away bit by bit.
One evening, as the chaos in the Gallagher house reached a new level Y/N found Carl alone in the kitchen, raiding the fridge.
âHey, Carl,â Y/N called, leaning against the door frame with an easy smile. âLooking for something to eat? Or just trying to find another excuse to flirt with me?â
Carlâs head snapped up, caught off guard. His signature smirk faltered for a fraction of a moment. âYou know, I was justâuh, checking for snacks. Ever heard of a balanced diet? You canât have fun on an empty stomach, right?â
Y/N stepped closer, determination bubbling in his chest. âWell, maybe if I promised to keep you fueled, you'd consider taking me to a party sometime. You know, you and I could be the hottest couple that place has ever seen.â
Carl opened his mouth to reply, but words failed him. For the first time, the boy who could charm anyone stumbled over his own tongue. He blinked, his expression flitting between surprise and disbelief. âWait, what?â
âThe hottest couple? You know, itâs a compliment. Imagine the chaos we could wreak together! And Iâm sure I could keep you out of trouble. Or, at least, help you look good while getting into it,â Y/N winked, fully feeling the thrill over the boldness of his flirtation.
Carlâs cheeks flushed, and for a moment he forgot how to breathe. The confident, swagger-filled boy who normally thrived under pressure felt like a fish out of water. âYeah, umâŠâ he stammered, running a hand through his hair, which only added to his charm. âI⊠Iâm down for that. I mean, yeah, party. Sounds cool.â
His usual bravado had vanished, replaced by a bashfulness that sent a strange exhilaration through Y/Nâs veins. He enjoyed seeing this side of him â the boy who was invincible suddenly looked almost... vulnerable.
With the atmosphere thick between them, Y/N laughed, stepping a little closer. âSo youâll bring the chaos, and Iâll bring the snacks? Sounds like a plan.â
Carl regained his composure, a soft grin breaking across his face, the glimmer of his usual charm returning in an instant. âDeal. But just remember, if anyone gets burned, itâs not my fault.â
âI'll hold you to that,â Y/N teased, knowing he had somehow shifted the balance of their playful repartee.
With a smirk and a playful shove, he turned to leave, leaving Carl stammering a little longer in the kitchen, a smile spread across his face as the warmth of the moment sank in.
#x male reader#x male!reader#lgbtq#shameless x male reader#shameless#shameless us#carl gallagher x male reader#carl gallagher#carl gallagher x reader
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Hi I love your stories, could you write a story with Daniel where he and the reader are dating. Daniel is always in a good mood and ready to make jokes, but during an interview with the reader the journalist makes an inappropriate remark towards the young woman and Daniel immediately changes his mood, becoming protective and cold. A little angstâŠthanks love
yeah that's my man (dr3)
⊠pairing - daniel riccirado x female!reader
⊠genre - sexist comments, protective danny, fluff
Daniel Ricciardo practically bounced into the interview room, a blinding smile plastered on his face. "Alright everyone! Thanks for having me," he boomed, his voice tinged with his signature Aussie lilt. Y/N, his girlfriend, trailed behind, a fond smile playing on her lips as she watched him charm the room.
"Pleasure to have you, Daniel," the lead interviewer, a man named Bennett, greeted, his smile a touch too eager. "And you must be the lovely Y/N everyone's been buzzing about." Y/N offered a polite smile.
The interview began with a familiar rhythm. Daniel weaved jokes between answers, sending ripples of laughter through the room. Y/N, used to his antics, playfully nudged him when he got a little too carried away. It was a comfortable dance they'd perfected.
Then, Bennett's tone shifted. "So, Y/N," he began, his gaze lingering a beat too long on her form. "Must be tough, you know, following Daniel around the world. All that fame, the groupies..."
The room went quiet. Daniel's smile faltered. A cold glint entered his previously playful eyes.
"Actually," Y/N cut in, her voice calm but firm, "it's not tough at all. I have my own things going on, you see."
Bennett scoffed. "Right, well, being pretty on Daniel Ricciardo's arm is certainly a career path these days."
a peak inside daniel's mind
Did he seriously just say that? My smile evaporated faster than champagne on a podium. Y/N being here has nothing to do with some trophy girlfriend nonsense. She's brilliant, runs her own damn business, and keeps me grounded when this whole F1 circus threatens to spin me out of control. And this jackass... with his smarmy tone and cheap shot, reduces her to just... arm candy?
Blood roared in my ears. This wasn't banter, this was blatant disrespect. I may joke around, but mess with Y/N, and the Honey Badger comes out to play. No way was I letting this interview turn into some degrading spectacle. It was time to shut this down, and shut it down hard.
you are being kicked out of danny boy's mind
The room temperature seemed to drop several degrees. Daniel's easy demeanor vanished completely. He sat up straighter, his posture radiating a sudden coldness.
"Hold on a second, mate," he said, his voice low and dangerous. It wasn't the usual playful Aussie lilt anymore, it was a growl that sent shivers down Y/N's spine, a sound that promised a storm.
"Y/N is here because she's my partner," Daniel continued, each word clipped and measured. "She's not some trophy I dragged along for the ride. She's an intelligent, talented woman with a successful career of her own. And frankly, your comments are disrespectful not just to her, but to every single woman who gets judged on her looks instead of her achievements."
Y/N squeezed his hand under the table, a silent message of gratitude and admiration warming her. She knew this side of Daniel â the fiercely protective one. It was a side he rarely showed publicly, but it was a side that made her love him even more.
Bennett, under Daniel's steely gaze, seemed to shrink in his seat. "I, uh, I didn't mean anything by it," he stammered, his earlier arrogance replaced by a pathetic attempt at backtracking.
"Doesn't matter what you meant," Daniel cut him off, his jaw clenched. "The implication is clear. We won't tolerate that kind of outdated, sexist drivel here. Y/N deserves respect, just like any other person, and frankly, so do all the incredible women in motorsport, both on and off the track."
The room remained silent, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. The other interviewers exchanged nervous glances, Bennett flustered and sweating.
"Perhaps," Daniel added, his voice regaining a touch of its usual Aussie edge, but laced with a dangerous undercurrent, "you should focus on asking actual questions about racing instead of resorting to shallow, sexist commentary."
Y/N couldn't help but let out a small, satisfied smile. Daniel, ever the showman, even managed to inject a bit of his trademark humor back into the situation, albeit laced with a clear warning.
The interview sputtered on for a few more minutes, but the lighthearted mood was gone. Daniel answered questions with clipped efficiency, his playful banter replaced by a cold professionalism. Y/N sat beside him, a silent pillar of strength, her hand occasionally reaching out for his under the table.
As the cameras cut, Daniel exhaled a shaky breath. The playful F1 driver who had breezed into the interview room moments ago was gone, replaced by a man bristling with barely contained anger on his girlfriend's behalf.
let's enter y/n's mind
Wow, okay. Didn't see that coming. One minute we're bantering with the interviewers, the next that jerk Bennett had to go all caveman on me. Ugh, the audacity! But then... Daniel. (Cue heart melting into a puddle).
There he was, my sunshine, turning into a protective thunderstorm. The way his voice dropped an octave, the glint in his eyes that usually promised mischief now held a fierce possessiveness that made my insides do a happy dance.
"Doesn't matter what you meant," he growled. Swoon. Absolute swoon. Here he was, the man who could charm a room full of sharks, turning into a mama bear for me.
And that last line? About all the incredible women in motorsport? My heart practically burst. He always knew the right things to say, even when his blood was clearly boiling.
Of course, vintage Daniel peeked through with that cheeky comment about focusing on actual racing. Bless him, even when he's mad he can't help but inject a bit of humor.
The rest of the interview might have been a blur, but all I could focus on was the warmth of his hand finding mine under the table. A silent reassurance, a "we're in this together" kind of squeeze.
As the cameras cut, I watched him take a shaky breath. My playful, goofy Daniel was momentarily replaced by this fierce protector, and honestly? I kind of loved it. In a totally non-psychotic, completely smitten kind of way.
Pulling him into a hug, I whispered, "Thank you." It felt small compared to the epic defense he just delivered, but maybe he understood the depth of my gratitude in that simple phrase. Maybe he saw the adoration shining in my eyes.
Yeah, this interview might have been a trainwreck, but seeing Daniel stand up for me like that? That was pure magic. And it just solidified one thing â this man, with his goofy charm and fierce loyalty, was definitely the keeper.
and we're out of here
#daniel riccardo imagine#daniel ricciardo x reader#daniel ricciardo#dr3#dr3 x reader#dr3 imagine#f1 edit#formula 1#f1 imagine#formula one#red bull racing#y/n#mcalren#redbull#fia#ferrari#romance#requests#ava speaks#daniel riccardo x reader
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⥠Stray Kids as Dads âĄ
Word Count: 637 Author's Note: As always this is just for funsies, feel free to add on your own ideas âĄ
Bang Chan
He's such a girl dad and I don't think anyone will disagree with this. His daughter is the apple of his eye, the most precious thing he has ever seen. Everything he does in life is for his daughter and family. He will always do his best to take time off work to not miss big milestones and events. I can imagine him smiling ear to ear watching his child's first choir concert, even if it sounds bad he is still so proud of his baby girl.
Lee Know
I can't quite explain why I view him as a father of twins but I just do, it'll be one boy and one girl. When the two of you found out you were having twins his immediate excitement for it took away all your anxiety. If you choose to breast feed he will do everything he can to help you such as cleaning your pumps and changing diapers so you can rest. When the kids get older he will take great pride in making them healthy and yummy homecooked meals.
Changbin
Girl dad 100%, you can't convince me otherwise. He became very protective of his baby girl the second he saw the ultrasound. He does as much as he can while the baby is a newborn to help develop a bond. This includes things like skin-to-skin cuddles, diaper changes, and baths. When his daughter gets older he will always be picking out the cutest outfits for her.
Hyunjin
Honestly, I could see him as both a girl and boy dad but I think his first might be a girl. I can see him as the dad who plays dress-up with his daughter. He'd let his girl paint his nails, do his hair, and put makeup on him and he'd do the same to her. They'd also do crafts together, once his daughter develops better motor skills he will definitely teach her how to paint.
Han
Baby girl is the father of a baby girl. He loves spending one-on-one time with his daughter. He will take her to the park to play while also allowing his partner to have some quiet time to themselves. When his daughter is a little bit older he will take her on "dates" so she can learn how a man should treat her. By dates, I mean things like daddy-daughter dances where he will bring her flowers, open car doors for her, and treat her to dinner.
Felix
I have a feeling if he decides to have kids he would like to settle back down in Australia. He would love to take his son to all of the places he has fond memories of in his hometown. I'm sure he would be thrilled if his child showed interest in doing taekwondo as well. Everyone will be wondering if his son will have that same signature deep voice he has.
Seungmin
I think he would really like having a child he can play sports with and roughhouse with. Obviously, he can do that with either a girl or a boy but I think he ultimately would like a mini him to play with. He'd love playing catch with his boy and taking him out to sports games. They'd probably play outside all day, rain or sunshine, and always come back in covered in mud and ravenously hungry.
I.N
Like Seungmin, he also can't wait to have a mini him. He and his child will be so mischievous together, they will always be doing stuff like playing pranks on each other. Jeongin also has two brothers so I could see him and his bros taking his son on a classic boy's trip. He will also teach his son how to be the perfect gentleman, the two of them will always come back with flowers for mom.
#stray kids#skz#lee felix#skz imagines#skz scenarios#bang chan#lee know#stray kids smut#seo changbin#hwang hyunjin#han jisung#kim seungmin#yang jeongin#stray kids fluff#stray kids scenarios#stray kids imagines
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Celebrations Together
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Requested by: Anon
Request: Can you write an Ayrton senna fic which theyâre both teammates and itâs just fluff between them and theyâre dating
Pairings: Ayrton Senna x F!driver reader
Warnings: Kissing, nothing much just fluff
Word count: 690
A/n: This is really similar to a part of the Seb fic I wrote haha. Anyways, first fic of the new year!! Hope you enjoy, anon. Also, Iâm experimenting with replacing the gifs usually featured at the top of my works for pictures or moodboards :)
Taglist: None. If you'd like to be tagged in my works, either ask in the comments or fill out this form !! :)
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You were sweating hard, a sheen layer of moisture gathered on your brow beneath your balaclava and helmet and breath leaving you in low pants. The knowledge that each corner you took was bringing you closer to winningâ to a championshipâ had you stressed yet excited. All you had to do was hold onto this position for a few more secondsâ
Ahead, you could ses the chequered flag waving above the track barriers, white and black squares a blur. Your tires roared against the pavement, engine howling, wind rushing past you.
As you crossed the finish line in first place, you nearly burst with joy. Tears sprung to your eyes immediately.
The cool-down lap felt unreal. You were still in shock. Had you really just won a driver championship for yourself? The first woman in the sport to do so? As you pulled into the parc ferme, you scrambled out of your car in the Mclaren garage. A flash of a signature yellow helmet in your peripheral told you that Ayrton wasnât far behind.
When you turned to look at him you shouted in joy and he was quick to join you. Together, you jumped around excitedly, his arms looped around your waist with your faces creased into broad smiles. You weren't sure which one of you did it but in a minute your lips were connected in a moment of pure joy.
âI did it!â You exclaimed, pulling away and voice bursting with delight, âI won!â
Ayrton had a wide smile present on his face. âYou did it, meu amor!â He repeated, âVocĂȘ Ă© um campeĂŁo mundial!â [You are a world champion]
You smiled wider at his words. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes. Your team had gathered around you, cheers and the feeling of their congratulating shoulder pats overwhelming your system.
âThank you guys,â you said, voice wobbly with emotion, âI mean it. I couldn't have done it without everyone.â
The Mclaren garage was teeming with bright joy. Smiles were present everywhere you looked. Everyone stood around, cheering for you. You, who had proven yourself to Mclaren and the world that you belonged here. You, who had proved that you were worthy of a seat and the investment. You, that had proved you could do everything male drivers could. You.
Eventually, you were forced to part with the team for the podium. You climbed the stairs to the walkway, waving to the crowd as you climbed onto your spot on the #1 spot. As you stood on display for the world to see, the booming sound of your national anthem began loudly in your ears, reminding you of your achievements. You were trying so hard to be strong, to not get emotional, but it was impossible. You had tears in your eyes as you stood with your face to the sky, letting your overwhelming joy smother you.
The champagne spray began shortly after the anthems had been played. Ayrton, who had secured himself a p2 popped open his bottle, the cork shooting off the top and white fizz running over his fingers like lava before he turned and began pelting you. Immediately, you turned your head away from the onslaught, fizz erupting from your own bottle as you directed your own defensive spray back at you. A wet splash against your back caused you to gasp, body tensing as a second spray of champagne hit you. As your bottles emptied, you laughed, the other podium members joining you.
Slowly, everyone filed off the balcony when the celebration came to an eventual end. After throwing a final wave to the crowd, Ayrton reached for your free hand tenderly as you walked off. âI love you, querida,â he murmured into your ear, pressing a kiss to your hair and squeezing your hand. âI could never be prouder of you.â
You smiled, turning to receive the kisses against your lips. The smile had scarcely disappeared from your face, and your cheeks were beginning to sting. Yet, you couldnât find it in yourself to care. You were beyond happy with your achievements, and Ayrton being by your side to celebrate them made it infinitely better.
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Graham - Hazel Callahan
Pairing: College! Hazel Callahan x College! ReaderÂ
Contains: FLUFF, idiots in love, but i'm a cheerleader references, friends to lovers
Word Count: 2.16K
Summary: based off this request.
A/N: I kinda don't like this omg. anon please forgive me i tried my best :< i might revisit this fic if i get motivated sooo
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The atmosphere of Hazelâs dorm room was cozy. Not because it was small, but because it was home to all of her crazy and wonderful belongings. From your line of sight, you could see her skateboard propped against her drawer which was filled to the brim. Hazelâs room was a reflection of who she was. You could determine what kind of person she is just by looking at the state of her room. The thought made you giggle.Â
âWhat are you thinking of?â Hazel asks as she untangles her hold from you. Both of you were laying down on her bed, arms and legs previously tangled.Â
You shake your head. âIt was nothing, really.âÂ
âTell me.â She muttered, poking your belly over and over again. This elicits laughter from you as the ticklish sensation takes over your senses.Â
âAlright, okay!â You exclaimed, catching your breath. âI was just thinking about your dorm room.âÂ
She raises her eyebrows at you.Â
âAnd what about it?âÂ
âWell,â You start, waving your hands around. âItâs very you.â Â
Hazel frowns at your admission. She didnât quite get what you meant by that. You admire her as she contemplates on what to say next. You notice the freckles on her face, how it only appeared in the sunlight. How her hands were bruised. From fixing her skateboard, probably. How her hair looked like it had a life of its own whenever she laid down.Â
âAnyway,â You interrupt her train of thought. âI have to go.âÂ
The brunette pouts and envelopes you into another hug. She smelled good. Like clean soap and laundry. She wasnât wearing her signature citrus scented perfume today. This made you appreciate the hug more. You could feel your heart pound against your chest at the feeling of your best friend nuzzling her nose on the crook of your neck.Â
âHazel.â You whined, though you werenât doing anything to let go of her.Â
The brunette whines in retaliation.Â
âFine.â She huffs, loosely letting you go.Â
You turn to her and envelope her face in your hands.Â
âIâll see you tomorrow?â You ask, your tone of voice sweet and caring.Â
She nods, her eyes still full of sorrow at your departure.Â
âYeah.â She replies, sitting up so that you two were level. âOkay, I lo-âÂ
The brunette stops herself from finishing the sentence. Hazel bites her tongue and feels her heart pounding. She almost slipped up.Â
âWhat?â You interrupt, eyebrows furrowing and pulse thumping.Â
âIâll text you.â She blurts out, avoiding your gaze. âThatâs what I meant.âÂ
You nod, seemingly speechless.Â
âOkay.âÂ
Hazel gets out of bed and takes your hand to escort you out of her room but not before giving you a hug again.Â
âBye, pretty. Text me when you get to your dorms, âkay?â She mumbles, nuzzling her nose on the crook of your shoulder as to memorize your scent.Â
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Back at your dorm room, your mind was occupied at Hazelâs almost admittance of her love for you. Well, at least that's what you thought you heard. I mean, how many sentences sound as close to âI love youâ anyway? The thought made you feel crazy. It wasnât like it would be the first time youâve admitted your love for each other, anyway. Though the declarations of love you two shared was strictly platonic. That is until you both got closer to each other, when the both of you started playing between the lines of friends and lovers.Â
Nowadays, neither of you uttered the L word. Not when the both of you had feelings on the line. And you werenât delusional either. You knew that Hazel felt as much for you as you did her. She wasnât as touchy or as sweet to her other friends as she was with you. No, only you knew about her and saw her at her most vulnerable. This to you was an admittance of her attraction to you. She didnât need to say it, at least not now. You didnât want to rush the girl either. It was better that sheâd admitted it on her own.Â
You do admit though, that youâd like to take control of the narrative sometimes. Just confess and have things over with. You dream of what it would be like to stop tiptoeing between the lines. You dream of tasting her lips and you wonder how well theyâd fit with yours. You dream of molding your being with hers and finally feeling complete for once in your life. But you respected Hazelâs boundaries. Especially since PJ broke her heart. For now, you could only dream and be satisfied with what you had because something was better than nothing.Â
Just then, your phone dings and reveals a message from Hazel herself.Â
Girl Oppenheimer: i miss u already :<Â
You: I lit rally just left, haze.Â
Girl Oppenheimer: canât a girl miss her bestfriend whoâs also her almost girl?Â
Your heart jumps at Hazelâs last message. She was teasing, something that she did often. Both of you would call each other girlfriends and wives but never fully face the exterior of your feelings with each other.Â
You: no <33Â
You: now stop bothering me pls iâm busy studyingÂ
You werenât. But you couldnât keep on talking to her right now. Especially after she called you her girl. It affected you more than it usually would have. Probably because you were deep in your feelings a couple of minutes ago.Â
Girl Oppenheimer: meanie :< weâre still on for tom tho ryt?Â
You: ofc!Â
Girl Oppenheimer: yay!!! see u <33Â
Throwing your phone across your bed, you sigh. There was no doubt that your heart harbored love for the brunette. Love that was bigger than your heart and deeper than your soul. The desire to be with Hazel was strong and itâs gotten to the point that youâve tried all sorts of hijinks just for things to get faster. Manifesting, praying, you name it. But at the end of the day, you respect her even if she frustrates the shit out of you sometimes.Â
The next day went by smoothly, much to your delight. Youâd thought that the day would have been difficult seeing as how you felt lethargic after all the overthinking last night. Lucky for you though, the day was too busy and you didnât have the time to think about yours and Hazelâs complicated relationship. That is until the time for you two to meet came. Itâs supposed to be just a regular hangout. Nothing special. Well, it was special to you because it meant hanging around your âloverâ. You and Hazel have this thing where you pick out the dumbest and campiest movies on whatever streaming platform and spend the day just laughing. It was a simple movie night shared between good friends.Â
Tonight, the both of you settled on watching âBut Iâm A Cheerleaderâ, a lesbian cult classic. The both of you watched this movie countless times before but never got tired of it. Safe to say that itâs a shared favorite between the two of you. Aside from this, you also loved teasing Hazel and how she looked a lot like Clea Duvallâs character, Graham. Except that Graham was way cooler than Hazel.Â
âI'm Graham, and I like girls, a lot.â
âHey, itâs you.â You teased Hazel as Graham appeared on the screen.Â
âI do not look like her!â She protested, bumping her shoulder against yours. The two of you were huddled on her tiny dorm bed, with her laptop on your laps. Snacks were already eaten before the movie even started. This was how it usually went between you two. It was like a tradition.Â
âHey. Clea Duvall is hot. Why are you so offended?â You reply, bumping her back. Hazel looks at you with a hint of mischief in her eyes.Â
âDo you think I'm hot?â She retaliates, moving her face closer to yours. She didnât know where she got the confidence to do such a thing but watching Grahamâs character be all confident and cocky had her thinking that if she acted the same, things would progress better between the two of you.Â
Hazel blames herself for many things. Fucking her relationship up with PJ (not that she wanted her back), crashing her car on a tree, and being such a slowpoke when it came to your relationship. It wasnât like she didnât want you. She did, badly. But sheâd made the mistake of telling you all about how hard it was to move on from her ex and it scared you away. On top of that, she also hates how awkward and dorky she can get whenever she senses you making a move on her. Which is why sheâs decided that tonight was the night. No more dancing around. Tonight she wasnât Hazel Callahan, she was Graham and she would make her yours. Or at least try to.Â
âWhatâs gotten into you?â You ask, suddenly feeling flustered.Â
Hazel took this as an opportunity to wrap her arms around you and pull you closer to her.Â
The brunette shrugs. âNothing, I just..wanted to know if you found me hot?âÂ
You scoff.Â
âOf course I do.â You mumble, barely audible.
âI-I find you hot too.â Hazel stutters. She wanted the ground to eat her up right then and there. That was so uncool of her.Â
You giggle at her failed attempt at being Graham-like.Â
âYou know I donât mean it when I say that youâre like Graham, right?âÂ
The blue eyed girl shrugs. Her cheeks are heating up as she feels your hand fiddling with your hair. This was something you did when you were deep in thought.Â
âOkay,â You add, wrapping your arms around Hazel as well so that both of you were in a hug. âWell, I think youâre cooler than her and I like you better.âÂ
âYou like me?âÂ
Giving her a smile, you reply. âOf course I do.âÂ
âNo, like..â She interjects, trying to make her point across. âLike likeâÂ
âLike like?â You answer, heart beating louder than usual. This was it. The both of you are being forced to face the music. Lesbian romcom in the background ignored.Â
The brunette nods. Mouth unable to conjure up words. The last of her confidence was long gone, but she wanted you more than ever. She was tired of feeling so scared. She was tired of not loving you with her whole heart. She wanted to be able to scream out how much she loved you without shame. Hazel knew in her heart that sheâs fully capable of loving you now more than ever.Â
You smile at your lover and scoot closer as you plant a soft kiss on her cheek.Â
âI love you.â You whisper, staring into her blue eyes. There was no turning back from this. The friendship you cultivated for years is gone as you bare your heart.Â
One breath and then two breaths and then three. Your words seemed to hang in the air around the both of you.Â
âYou donât have to say it back, though!â You exclaim, flailing your arms around. Fearing that a mistake has been made, you scoot away from Hazel which made her scoot closer to you.Â
âNo!â She interjects, pulling you closer. âI love you too!âÂ
âWhat?â You ask, eyebrows furrowed. âNo you donât. What?âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
You shake your head as if to restart your mind and rid it of the jumbled words forming.Â
âI mean, you do? I just canât believe it is all.âÂ
Hazel nods, she seemed lost in whatever was happening. You felt the need to clear things up but you were lost too. This wasnât how you envisioned things to be. Not in her dorm room, not with a stupid movie in the background playing, and certainly not with all the awkwardness. Youâd envisioned things to have been more romantic; put together. But then again, the situation perfectly encapsulates Hazel and you. Awkward, weird, but ultimately charming.Â
âI do.â She replies, hugging you tighter. âAnd Iâm sure of it. Just in case you were wondering.âÂ
âI wasnâtâŠbut thanks?â You wrap your arms back around her. The two of you are closer than ever and it feels just right.Â
âItâs just,â She starts, racking her brain for what to say. âI know weâve been having this weird situation and I wanted you to know that Iâm completely over my ex and that Iâm not stringing you along or anything like that and that my feeling for you is-âÂ
You cut her off, lips on hers. She tasted sweet, like the candy she ate before the movie started. And her lips were soft and plush. You couldnât get enough and it seemed like she didnât either. The movie was long forgotten as the both of you exchanged the enthusiasm of liplocking.Â
âI love you.â Hazel said for extra measure.Â
You couldnât help the smile that spread across your face. âI love you too, Haze.âÂ
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Hypochondria
part 2
Fate decided to play a little game and set up a disastrous dinner. Pulling heatwaves back and forth to prove that the path to hell is paved by good intentions.
warning: non-linear time line
21:10
"I'm sorry, but do you guys know each other?" she asked, with a tone of annoyance barely hidden behind a fake smile.
Lando froze once again, like he had many times that evening. It was not his fault. His soon-to-not-be girlfriend set this seventh circle of hell up. How was he supposed to respond to that?
Y/N hesitantly responded. "No, of course not. I mean, I've only worked with the team here for few weeks anyway."
Her words got buried in the stare down between Anita and Lando.
"Seems like you do, by the amount of questions you're asking" she said directly at Lando, fully ignoring Y/N at that point.
"If I had known her, I would not have had to ask questions, right?" he responded, failing at letting his sassy side dormant.
"Is that why you never ask me any questions? Because you know me?"
He bit his tongue. Lando was trying to be good.
Anita made her signature "I knew it" smile once again, which finally set Lando off.
"One asks when they want to hear an answer."
20:13
He was not late, right? Only thirteen minutes. It still passed. And judging by the quick glance he gave at the table, Anita brought a friend. She does that often, he had no idea why.
Sometimes he felt like a ghost watching his own life. Just sort of floating around, letting things happen to him. It was easy with his status. Almost like racing was the only time he really cared.
As he walked over to the table, lost in his own head, life gave him a pretty big slap to wake him up. Next to Anita sat the one and only, the one who had haunted his dreams and reality for decades by now. Frozen, as if his blood suddenly decided to start flowing in the opposite direction, he blinked as he watched the two share a laugh while Anita showed something to the girl on her phone. Seamlessly, as if they weren't defying the laws of Lando's universe. It was like that one time when two girls he kissed around the same time found him, having no idea what he had done with the other. Strange panic, excitement laced with guilt. It was that, dialed up to infinity.
A day had barely passed since he first saw the mystery girl in real time. Without giving him any time to absorb that information and decide what to do with it. He was getting angry, everything was going wrong. The painful truth hit him - he would fuck it up anyway. Like he always does. Feeling like a dried piece of fruit, he got back to walking over to the table of doomed dreams.
He had no plan going in. Well, no, he did. But he had about five plans that strongly contradicted each other. But god, destiny did not even give him time to breathe.
12:29
Another car flashed unbelievably fast right next to their station. She watched them with awe and slight terror in her eyes. Funny how the desire for a little thrill in the driver's lives makes them willing to risk it all. She understood this desire, but never shared it. Safe and sound on the ground, that's where she was happy.
Happy was probably overreaching. These past few days were flowing in a blur, somewhat missing her.
It's been only a few weeks since she joined the formula medical team. A strange choice frowned upon by almost anyone in her life. She was just out of school, finished her degree and was set up for a perfect career in some decent hospital. But no, the prospect of waking up everyday at the same place was the definition of horror for her. Her university years felt like torture.
Her free spirit caused few issues in her past relationship. House with a picket fence was not something she considered an option. At least not for another ten years or so.
There she was, sarcastic as ever because how else are you supposed to deal with a chronic pain. Well, pain was an exaggeration. More like muscle fatigue, on occasion sharp pains in random places. Nobody knew why or what caused it. This search for answers was what got her to study medicine at the first place. Still, years after, no answers. So she just lived and hoped not to die randomly one day.
This was the downside, the one she shared with the public. What she did not share, as it seemed not that important, was the irregular waves of pleasure she felt, usually late at night. Self induced orgasms, is what she concluded once she finally experienced one in real life. What was there to complain about? Nice way of spicing up the day without even trying. If it weren't for these, she'd probably be more active in seeking out the real deal. Ever since her break up few months ago, it was a full on dry spell.
She was a little bit lost after school. Formula track was an interesting distraction.
/
Heatwave. It hit hard as the sun blazed into the track, as if the goal was to burn the whole area down. There were many instances of people crashing down and having seek medical attention. A busy day for Y/N. She loved it. Rushing around like a busy bee, helping around and chatting with all those interesting people attending the race. Lots of beautiful people. Some extraordinarily.
In front of Y/N was one of those heavenly looking people. Apparently a girlfriend of one of the drivers. Cheerful looking model, who apologized about seven times for being there. Y/N gave her some magnesium, gave her some advice on how much water she should drink and checked her basic stats.
"You're all good. Make to sure to relax, don't drink any alcohol today and you'll be fine," Y/N ended her examination with a smile.
"You're amazing, thank you! Can I snap a photo of you for my story? I'm happy to tag you," she winked, suddenly looking all better now.
"Thank you...Um, happy to take a photo, but no tags. I have enough stalkers already," she tried to get out of the slightly awkward conversation with a joke that did not land.
"I do too, awful, right?" she replied, in full seriousness. Y/N smiled, hoping a new patient would arrive soon while she let her search for the right light. Few too many snaps and fake smiles later, they both sat in the ambulance nearby the track.
"I think you're free to go. Of course, stay here as long as you feel like you need to," Y/N said to her, while filling a general medical report.
The girl shifted, looking more than fine again. In the corner of the eye, Y/N observed how she kept shifting and looking for her phone.
"Is everything all right?" Y/N asked, unable to stop herself.
"Um, I was sort of hoping my boyfriend would come to pick me up here. It would look really good."
Y/N smiled. "I imagine it would also feel good, right?"
"Yeah," she said, not in a tone that would suggest she felt any butterflies. She looked stiff.
Y/N took a deep breath, not sure why her mouth let those words out. "Whatever happens in the ambulance, stays in the ambulance, you know? Just throwing it out there in case you want to share something..."
A weak smile appeared on her face. A glimpse of realness. After few moments of obviously thinking it through, she allowed herself to speak freely. "Promise you won't tell anything to anyone..."
"I swore an oath one time, I think we can apply that to this situation." The medics were always told to provide excellent service to these people. Sometimes, it involved a little psychology as well.
Anita poured it out like an overflowing mug. "I'd love to be with someone who would drop anything to pick me up when I'm sitting in an ambulance. But, I feel like that's not coming anytime soon. He just...He just does not see me."
It was easy for most people to get raw in the closed safe space of an ambulance. Y/N had already heard many similar stories, despite being on this job for only few weeks.
"Does he make you happy?"
"Um...Not really. The sex is good. And the life that comes with him..." she seemed to loose herself in her thoughts.
"You should trust your gut. It's probably pointing you in the right direction," Y/N replied, trying to not push anything.
"You're probably right. He's the best thing around here, so why complain. Thanks! You're really the best. You sure you don't want to be tagged?" she asked once again.
"Sure, go for it," she said, hoping this would finally get the girl out and gave her the instagram info.
She felt an immense wave of embarrassment as she read the comment about how amazing she was.
//
Lando felt a very familiar stroke of humiliation - well, he did not, but he knew who did anyway. Anxiety was not uncommon.
He was done with practice for the day and was staying behind with the engineers to further analyse. He ignored his phone for a while, only finding out his girlfriend had to go to the medics after she came back to the McLaren garage.
His first thought should have probably not been about a wasted opportunity.
"Hey, sweetheart, how do you feel now?" he said while holding Anita's hand and trying to find traces of her feeling unwell on her face.
She felt a bittersweet punch, obviously him checking up on her while she was gone not passing through his mind.
"Yeah, all good now. We have some good medics over here. I took a photo of them, so hopefully they'll get some boost online."
"Oh, can I have a look?" he said with an obvious interest. She smiled, hoping it was because he cared about her. She gave him her phone and saw him freeze for a moment.
Out of nowhere, he was staring into the eyes he longed to drown in. He never got a look this close at her. Not his girlfriend. The awkward smile he understood as if it was his own. It was like being taken over by a tidal wave. He knew everything about her, except her name. It was all really overwhelming.
20:15
Lando should have connected the dots. Anita was a bubbly friendly person, of course she would invite someone who had helped her, over to dinner, in case he himself does not show up due to some unforeseen circumstances. He sat down, without saying a word. "Oh, you're here, amazing!" Anita greeted him with a light peck on the cheek. Lando almost flinched away, physical contact with her suddenly feeling wrong. He kept his eyes down on the table, all of this being a little too much. "Lando, meet Y/N."
Finally. A name to a face. Strong sense of relief and excitement washed over him. Of course it was that name, it suited her vibe completely. The best name. He finally looked up and locked eyes with her for the first time. She was already looking at him and visibly gulped as finally joined her.
These few seconds before the silence got broken were more like hours. They both studied each other like astronomers who get absorbed by the beauty of a distant comet. One they'd only read about and one that's finally passing the sky in their lifetime.
"And Y/N, this is Lando-"
She knew his face, of course she did. But never paid much attention to it, as he served more like a concept, than an actual person to her. Sitting across from him however brought a sense of understanding. No wonder everyone liked him and many people obsessed over him. He was gorgeous, electric. Y/N was grateful for the table that put a physical barrier between them, as the urge to touch him, to test if he was real, overtaking her brain quickly. Like a siren luring her to jump into endlessly deep waters. She had a hard time believing that she would refuse. Her one and only thought was that a person like that is born once in a century.
Except that's not exactly true. But unbeknownst to her, they were soulmates. She was destined to be eternally delusional about him. He was fated to dance around her until the end of time.
"-my boyfriend."
Anita's words cut through like knife. Both of her dinner partners shifted, as if she had splashed them with cold water, and returned back to reality. A great cloud of guilt sat on the fourth empty chair, which the waiters forgot to take away, invisible to Anita, but smiling evilly at Y/N and Lando. And they hadn't even said a word to each other yet.
part 3
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Hiii! I love your winged!child fics with mihawk ( as well as all your other fics!) i was wondering if maybe you can write dokucha missing mihawk while heâs away on a mission ? I think it would be kinda cute đ„č again ty and keep up the amazing work!!!ïżœïżœ
Monkey Sitters (Dracule!male!reader)
A/N Here we go, is this a cook guys? I think itâs cute and cozy Mihawk with his son. Listen thereâs no way Dokucha wouldnât be friends with the Humandrills, like they are literally the only other thing in the island so it makes sense okay?
Reader here is replaced by dokucha which means reader in Japanese
Dividers by @/saradika
âI miss papaâ he mutters staring at the sea, waiting for the signature raft to come into view
Above the boy stood a group of Humandrills, all shoving against each other until one finally pushes one of the Humandrills the childâs way
The shoved Humandrill looks at his friends, growling at them before turning back and heading towards the kid, slowly sitting next to them
Dokucha looks behind him once they hear movement, blinking owlishly at the humandrill now sitting next to him
The Humandrill looks down at him before lying on the ground so they are at eye level with the child.
Slowly, he puts out his hand, offering to shake his hand.
Dokucha stares at the hand for a while, glancing between it and the humandrill a couple of times before he lets out a series of giggles and shaking the primate's hand
âHi Mr.Humandrillâ
He lets out a series of grunts and sounds his way, seemingly waiting for a response
âUmm, S-orry?â
He lets out another series of howls and hoots, seemingly annoyed by this response
âI'm sorry, Mr.Humandrill. I'm not sure what you are saying.â
He growls, seemingly agitated, before quickly pointing to his wrist, tapping it a couple of times, then he gestures to his head and then points at the sea
âAre..Are you you asking if Iâm waiting for Papa?â
He lets out an affirmative grunt
âI am, papa went on a mission, but he will be back soon!â
He lets out another series of rumbles and hoots, before quickly grabbing the boyâs hands once again, urging him to follow him
âWhere are we going Mr.Humandrill?â He said increasing his speed to keep up with him
He lets out a single grunt and keeps walking forward, motioning for the child to follow him, taking hold of one of the branches of a nearby tree
âWhat are we do- WOAHâ the child suddenly let out a scream, his wings flapping wildly as his feet leave the ground once the humandrill lifts them off the ground, taking hold of both of their hands connecting them to his own and beginning to swing the small child.
The child lets out a cry of delight once they are swinging, quickly grabbing hold of the humandrillâs hands as he giggles and enjoys themselves
âHigher, Higher!â
He seems to find his plea amusing, lifting him up once again and swinging him higher this time
After swinging for a while, the humandrill takes the child to various activities, from swinging in the vines to playing hide and seek with the rest of the humandrills. After a day of playing Dokucha he beings to grow tired, at this the humandrill is quick to take to carrying the small boy in his arms like a baby, slowly rocking back and forth, cooing back to the child Until they fall asleep.
The coo at the sleeping kid, the rest of the Humandrills joining him until they hear the sound of footsteps approaching.
The humandrill growls putting the child slightly behind him as the rest of the humandrills form a protective stance against him growling at the coming stranger.
âRelax, I'm not here for a fight, I'm here for himâ The swordsman mutters
Slowly the Humandrills turn and let Mihawk through, the child still sleeping in the humandrills arms. Mihawk slowly takes Dokucha and, puts him in his arms and walking away, pausing to glance at the humandrills.
âYou have my thanks for always watching them when I am gone; come to me when you have a desire to spar,â he said, continuing his way to the castle
The child rustles opening their eyes slightly and looking up
âPapa?â
âGo back to sleep, weâll be in the castle soon,â he tells them, not glancing down at him
Dokucha smiles, nuzzling into Mihawk with a small âmâkayâ and âWelcome backâ leaving his lips before slow snores follow.
Mihawk shakes his head at this a small smile growing in his face
âI'm back Dokuchaâ
Is it me or does that last line hit different?
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I always wondered what the boys would think if their s/o was in a band (the genre is up to you) and they have the same position in the band as the boys. This has been a thought that wonât leave me alone, help me!!
P.s I love your writings for these 5 silly men !! :)
Aww, thank you so much!! I absolutely fell in love with this prompt -- and I had an absolute blast writing it! Now I will Also be thinking about this forever, haha. Enjoy! <3
(Implied NS/FW warning for Pickles' section!)
Nathan Explosion
My simple, multi-platinum krillionaire rockstar â for as much as he daydreams about what life would have been like if he got to live like a regular jack-off, itâs just not the path for him. So dating another famous lead vocalist? Right up his alley.
He actually likes it more than he thought â itâs nice to bounce lyrics off of you, and vice versa. Toying with pitch, cadence, and intonation, all the different vocal techniques without judgement of sounding silly⊠Your halls are always alive with the sound of music⊠even if the subject is about death and murder, itâs its own form of magic.
But singing at home and singing in concert are two very, very different beasts. He wasnât prepared for how intense you could be on stage, with the band to back you up. Your confidence as you stride, growling so mean he can feel it in his blood before perking back up to bounce away? All of your little stunts? Half of him is taking notes for their next show, and half of him is utterly starstruck. Your eyes dart over to him every now and again, smiling when you notice his wide eyes. His breath hitches when you throw a little wave to him in response, and he canât help the breathless âholy shitâ that falls from his lips.
Youâre not as popular as Dethklok, but you couldnât tell that from inside the venue walls â with how easily you command the crowd, heâs certain you were a siren in a past life. Or now. You could tell everyone in this room to jump off a bridge, and they would, heâs certain of it.
That would make a good song, actuallyâŠ
Pickles the Drummer
Pickles has a pretty sizable repertoire of instrument proficiency â bass, guitar, keys⊠a brief stint with an alto sax, as a bit⊠and currently, drums. Heâs got a soft spot in his heart for all of it, each instrument representing a specific era of his life, but heâs found himself enjoying the drums the most. Itâs strong, supportive â every song needs a beat! It takes a specific personality to play drums well, and itâs one that he both embodies within himself, and covets when in others.
This is all to say â he finds it very hot that you play drums.
And as a man who appreciates a nice set of legs, he very much likes the effects drumming has on your calves. Your calves might be sore after a long practice session, but thatâs nothing compared to the bites heâll leave later in the night.
He also loves to watch you play â sweat rolling down the column of your throat as you raise your hands above your head for another well-timed strike, lost in the rhythm⊠Woof.
Youâve kind of gotta beat him back with a stick while on tour if you ever want to go out for drinks after a show â if he had it his way, heâd be spending the post-concert glow in the hotel, letting you know just how much he liked your performance.
Skwisgaar Skwigelf
Anyone looking in would assume this would be a point of competition, but he actually really loves having someone he can talk technical with! Despite being in Dethklok, he doesnât really get to talk guitar often â Toki, Murderface, and Pickles can play, sure, but the former two donât give a fuck about technique, and Pickles just doesnât care about it enough to chat about it outside of the studio.
He loves hearing about all of the little musical decisions youâve contributed to in each song â donât think he didnât catch the time signature change there. Just a single bar, why? Or this section here, that was a reprise of the first song in the album â how are they connected? He catches all the little details, and he wants to know all about them. In this same vein, heâs also great to bounce ideas off of when youâre in a rut⊠but be careful! His ideas are damn-good, and at this rate, he might just need a spot in the writerâs credits.
Itâs very fun to just sit down and jam with him, passing the melody back and forth as your improvised tune grows. He calls it practice â and in a sense, it is â but really, he just likes playing with you.
He pushes to have your tours alternate with Dethklokâs so he can be at all of your shows, and vice versa â you have his full attention during your solos, and heâs not above slapping the boys to get them to shuts up so he can hear you in all of your glory.
Heâs pretty stationary on stage â such is the downside of working with a bunch of uncoordinated dumbasses. (He is not exempt from this.) But if you have the agility and focus to bounce around on stage while playing? Oh, he didnât think he could fall in love any further. He didnât think he was capable of being starstruck, but youâve proven him wrong tenfold. Heâll happily brave a couple thousand rabid fans for the pit experience â sorry to all the people stuck behind his towering self, but being backstage is nothing compared to barrier. The flashing lights, choking fog and towering flames only make you look more beautiful than ever, and he canât help but reach out to you when you waggle your fingers at the crowd.
Personally offended if you donât throw him at least one pick on tour. He does not care that he is 1.) Dating you, and 2.) Has limitless access to your stash. Itâs the principle.
You wear each otherâs picks on necklaces <3
Toki Wartooth
You play rhythm too? Wowee! Youâre so good, though â how are you not playing solos?
He is completely gobsmacked by the fact that not only are you not the lead guitarist, but that you donât care to be, either. I mean, he has Skwisgaar to compete against â and as loathe as he is to say it, itâs a pretty fucking high bar to surpass. But you? You could easily play lead! You just donât want to? What?
He doesnât really get it, but he writes it off as just you being humble. Beyond that, your similarity doesnât really play too big of a role in your shared lives! But when concert season rolls around, heâs insistent about hanging out at barrier, just so he can see what itâs like to be at one of your shows. And then, then, thatâs when he gets it.
You never seem to stand still, bouncing this way and that, playing in ways he never even thought possible. You donât need to play solos to wow the crowd â hell, heâs been practically raised by the most popular band in the world, but with you in front of him now, he feels like just another one of your adoring fans itching at the chance to even be seen. Nobody cheers louder than Toki, and heâs insistent on going to each and every one of your shows.
After show from here on out heâll interlock hands with you, congratulating you on yet another show well-done. He traces the callouses on your fingertips, heart swelling with giddiness at dating such a badass guitarist.
William Murderface
Finally, someone else who appreciates a good bass line. A band is nothing without the bass, especially metal, and itâs nice to talk to someone else who understands that. Especially after being AJFAâd out off all their most recent albums.
Playing bass is a very thankless job â you have to support the entire band, giving them structure and direction without any of the thanks that the rhythm guitar or the drums get. The most, and I mean the most that he gets, is a solo at the end of the show. Which is fun, but you know⊠itâs very much a job that you take because you love the big picture, not the details.
Thatâs his point of view, anyways. Because the second he sees you in-show, his whole world gets flipped on his head.
You have a very confident poise on stage â unshakeable, much like the deep notes that you pluck from the instrument. And yet, you command attention from the crowd effortlessly. Itâs like you were made for this â all long strides and sneaky smiles as you move around on stage. And despite the eccentricity of your fellow bandmates â a very energetic show, heâs noticed â you still draw a sizable amount of attention from the packed arena, and man does he wish he was in the pit right now so he could get that sly little smile head-on. And huh, maybe bass can be fun, after all.
He loves to brag about you, and will do so at any opportunity.
After seeing your prowess on stage, he starts practicing a bit outside of concert season⊠and then more, and more, until he finally feels ready enough to fight to get the bass turned up in the next Dethalbum. Thanksch, babe.
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hold on can we have more firecrest?
Title: Firecrest (Part 3/???)
Part One | Part Two | Part Three
Summary: Kate Bishop and y/n have an unspoken agreement that revolves around being enemies with benefits. But when Kate's new mentor is someone Y/n is very familiar with, things become complicated.
Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, Sub/dom dynamics, strap-on, nipple play, nipple clamps, Slight edging (idk I don't write smut often), horrible parenting, talks about neglect, horrible grammar
[A/n: For some reason, this is the only story that I can sit down long enough to write, so let me know if you want to be added to the tag list!]
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Her apartment was located above a pizza shop that operated well into the early morning hours. Youâd never seen in truly closed but had only been here twice before. There was the constant acidic scent of tomato sauce that somehow bred comfort.
A man was hunched on the curb, folding a slice of dripping pie at an angle that covered his face in the greasy discharge. He had mumbled something to you around mouthfuls of cheese and dough, nodding vaguely at the cement block that propped open the door to the units.
You thanked him with a nod and slid into the air-conditioned corridor. The coolness seemed to bring clarity with it, but you didnât stop your legs from sorely dragging you up the steps towards the unit. Why were you here? Kate Bishop was not your girlfriend. Not really.
She was cocky, and clumsy, and the object of your fathers desired attentions. For all intents and purposes, she should be your worst enemy. The bane of your existence, and in some moments, she was. But right now you swallowed your pride and realized that you needed her. Even if she didnât need you.
You were entirely confident that Kate would turn you away. It was late. Youâd spent most of the day shut-in your own apartment; the blinds drawn and mindless movies bathing you in a blue glow. You hadnât eaten, or showered, or done anything that was considered productive aside from icing your knee with a bag of peas.
When you knocked, you hadnât expected a muffled bark as an answer. Maybe you had the wrong apartment, or at least, you thought you did until you heard Kateâs tender admonishing. Three deadbolts clicked and clacked until the door was swung open.
Your mouth went dry at the sight of her. Kateâs hand gripped the doorframe, her muscular frame hugged by a tank-top and a pair of purple boxer shorts with little arrows sprinkled across the fabric. You could see her abdominal muscles as she steadied her breath. Her cheeks were tinted a light red.
Youâd seen that look before. It was arousal. The sweet smell of sex was emanating from her, a light sheen of sweat catching the overhead lights with each inhale. She panted out âHi,â
âIâm sorry,â You shook your head, blinking a few times âI didnât mean to interrupt anything, I can just-â
When you attempted to take a step back, her hand darted out and grabbed onto a fistful of fabric, pulling you out of the hallway by your shirt. You dumbly allowed her to manhandle you and stumbled into her space before she closed the heavy oak door.
âNo, youâre fine Iâm⊠alone.â
You lifted an eyebrow, and she gave you a nervous smile, unhanding you and wiping her palm on the front of her own shirt. You opened your mouth to rib her (just a little) but caught the sound of nails clicking against linoleum. A smile, a genuine one, spread across your lips.
A blur of fur, golden and soft, failed to hide excitement as a dog clomped towards you. He stopped a little short, sliding on the floor and barreling into your legs. You knelt down and scratched behind the marvelous creatures ears, noting that he was a bit of a misfit like you, pirated and plagued with one eye.
He licked your face generously and you giggled. Actually giggled, because you had forgotten the audience in the room. Suddenly screwing your face back into itâs signature scowl and flicking your eyes back up to Kate. She bit the side of her hand to hide her own grin.
âI thought you said you were alone, Bishop.â
âOh, this free-loader? Lucky doesnât pay rent, so he doesnât count.â
âLucky,â You breathed, carding your fingers through his fur. He wiggled with excitement, his tail pounding against the floor as he shoved his head under your chin, nudging you to get closer than he already had. âYouâre a good boy, I bet. Donât listen to your mean old landlord.â
When you stood, much to Luckyâs dismay, Kate was staring at you with a starry look in her eyes. You narrowed your own, crossing your arms over your chest. âWhat?â
âNothing, nothing. Iâve just never seen you like that.â
âLike what?â
âSoft.â
You scoffed indignantly âI am not soft!â
She hummed dismissively and padded across the room until she reached her kitchen. Kate popped the fridge open and that was enough of a call for Lucky to abandon you (maybe he was a traitor) and wait expectantly for something to drop. Nothing did, and Kate squeezed the tip of an orange juice container before chugging diligently from the carton.
Kate was captivating like this. Youâd seen her in many settings, but relaxed like this, was not one of them. Her hair was slightly muffed and she was mostly bare. The cold of the room made it hard for you not to notice the way her chest perked up under the thin fabric of her shirt.
You were in deep, down bad. Not having been sexually satisfied by anything more than your fingers since the little arson incident. So, you cleared your throat and sidled up to the other end of the kitchen island. At least there was that separating the two of you. She set the carton down and leaned forward, pushing her breasts out.
âTo what do I owe the pleasure, y/n?â
You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to meet her eyes. She knew exactly what she was doing, and the smirk on her face eluded to that. It was a subtle shift, from being embarrassed about her current state, to milking the arrogance.
âNothing I just⊠was restless, I guess. Didnât want to be alone.â
Her expression softened âDid something happen?â
You shook your head. She didnât need to know about Clint and his valiant effort to protect the one he really cared for. It would throw her into turmoil, threaten something she had worked so hard for. You may resent your father, but you were a far cry from resenting Kate.
âYouâre pent up, then?â
âExcuse me?â
She shrugged her shoulders and took another long gulp of orange juice. You felt your mouth dry as her throat worked at the drink. Even with the carton blocking her expression, you could see that she was smirking. Her eyes gave her away, and she didnât break contact with you for a single moment before pulling it away, and predictably throwing it into the trashcan with accuracy.
âWe could go upstairs,â
Kate closed the distance between the both of you. Your skin felt like it was on fire, arousal shooting straight from your gut the second you could smell the dangerous mix of wintergreen and citrus on her breath. She had a few inches on you, her arm snaking around your mid-section. She pulled you flush against her with a quickness that took your breath.
âThat is, if you promise to not to get fire-happy.â Her slender fingers started to play with the silver necklace hanging between your clavicle. âI just repainted after the last one.â
âThe last one?â
Kate didnâtâ answer you, instead she pressed her lips against yours, her tongue suddenly exploring your mouth. There was a sour, orange taste to her kiss and you sighed into it, seemingly melting into the archer. Hell- you could ask her about the fire after your mind stopped fogging.
There was a something so alluring about Kate Bishop that made your mind shut-off. Youâd do anything and everything she said and that was apparent from the first time the two of you had laid together. She had you on your knees in a matter of minutes, completely stripped nude of your own accord. Her fingers were between your legs and nothing else mattered. You knew that she would take care of you, and you her. Â
She pulled back and nudged her nose with yours. âIs this okay?â
âYes,â You whispered, voice tinged with lust.
A yelp escaped you when she hauled you up into her arms. Her hands grasped at your ass, holding you in place as you encircled her hips. You knew Kate was strong, but you were a rock yourself. She seemed to hold you effortlessly, not looking where she was going as she ascended the steps and nipped sloppily at your neck.
Stars swallowed you, heart pounding in your chest. Youâd been here before, yes, mostly to drop off something for Eleanors fundraisers, or to return a gym bag that was left behind. They were short interactions that certainly never led to the bedroom.
For all of her haste, Kate set you down gently on her comforter. It smelled overwhelmingly like her. There was something digging into your spine, and you squirmed, propping yourself up on your elbow and producing the silicone vibrator that had been keeping Kate company. Of course, it was purple.
âSeriously?â
âShut up,â she husked, snatching it from you and throwing it down onto the carpeted floor. âI have better toys than that.â
That did effectively silence you, blush coloring your cheeks. She was smiling down wolfishly at you, so much so, that an attractive growl that bordered human escaped her. Youâd never heard a more attractive noise following a statement so bold. Desperately you craned your neck and kissed her, hard.
Her fingers were cold, goosebumps rising against your skin as she moved them under your shirt and scratched down your ribs. You desperately moaned into her mouth and she swallowed the sound effortlessly. Her hand had found your right breast, and you twitched as her thumb brushed over the sensitive bud.
âWhat,â You snarled into her mouth, each one of her exhales splaying against your cheek. âKind of toys?â
A look of apprehension seemed to cross her face. The archer was completely on top of you, grinding down against your body in a motion that gave way to the desperation that you felt. Both of her hands were planted on either side of you, holding herself up.
Kate had suddenly switched back to her bashful self, and while the expression was cute, you were thoroughly worked up. You tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and spoke softly. âHey, you arenât going to break me, okay? If Iâm uncomfortable with something, Iâll tell you.â
âI know itâs just,â she paused, frowned in almost a pout before a look of finality crossed her face. âwhat if I want to break you?â
While you were rendered silent, you felt a pang of arousal swim to your gut. A noise had pushed past your lips. Something that was so desperate, you werenât sure it even came from you. Here was this girl, this person that youâd wanted to beat your entire life, and she had you pinned beneath her.
âKate, I think Iâll physically die if you donât take what you want, and fuck me until Iâm dumb.â You arched yourself from the bed, stopping just short of pressing your lips to hers. You murmured against her. âUse me.â
That vicious spark returned to her eyes and she was suddenly scrambling off of you. For a moment, you were worried that youâd scared her off, but she nearly tripped over her discarded combat boots trying to get to her walk in closet. You could hear things clanging, falling over, and being sent across the room.
âJust, hold on! Donât go anywhere!â softer, mumbled with a poisonous determination âI know itâs here somewhere.â
When she remerged, she was out of breath and leaning suavely against the door. The bulge that pressed against the opening of her boxers, you had seen before, many times. Kate had never used a strap on you before. Most of your intimate interactions were isolated to storage closets, or locker room showers. Herâs, of course, was bigger than you expected, and the same royal purple as the rest of her personality.
She held something in her right hand, something you had, of course, seen while your Bluetooth headphones were on and saving you the embarrassment of playing porn out loud. A silver chain that ended in crocodile clamps on each side. Black rubber tipped each clip for comfort. A bigger silver ring sat comfortably in the middle, the perfect size to wrap two fingers around and tug.
âHuh,â you let the corner of your lip quirk up affectionately.
âOh god, you hate it.â
âNo, no. I didnât say that. Just surprised is all.â You sat up entirely, feeling your pulse point at your core. You were still much too clothed for your liking. They started to itch against your skin. You were going to lose it if she didnâtâ rip them off soon. âImpressed, actually.â
She lifted an eyebrow at you and once against closed the distance. She towered over you completely, standing between your legs in the same exact way she had at the gym. You couldnât stop your mind from wandering dangerously to how sheâd feel inside of you, stretching you.
âWe should have a safe word,â She purred, brushing her hand against your cheek. âYou need to tell me if youâre uncomfortable.â
âOkay, what do you suggest?â
She smiled âFlame-onâ
You groaned and buried your nose in the warmth of her neck. You could feel the vibration of her glorious laugh and the quiet it brought you was unmatched. You knew you were fucked, but it was easier to ignore the looming thoughts of something more in exchange for this.
âFine, fine. Not a fan of Johnny Storm, then?â You pulled back and leveled her with a glare. Youâd never met the man and frankly despised the notation that everyone with pyrotechnic powers knew one another âHow about red?â
Contemplating didnât take long. It was a simple color that reminded you of stop. You didnât want to tell Kate that most of your forays into the depths of the internet involved the very items that she held in her hands. This seemed to be new for both of you. Red was good. Red was comfortable.
âIâm all yours,â You wrapped your arms around her waist, her stomach level with your eyes. You peered up at her, knowing that they glowed with your own arousal. âDo what you want with me.â
âTake off your shirt.â She snarled, suddenly switching back to that dominant woman who had carried you up here. Now that the rules were set, you were confident that she wouldnât be edging into her demure nature anytime soon. âI want to see whatâs mine.â
You didnât have to be told twice. Kate had seen you naked before, but each time, she got a misty look in her eyes that spurred you on. She seemed to admire the expanses of skin that she could nip at, and soothe with her tongue. The burn scars that never quite healed. All of you, she found beautiful.
Her stare moved down to your front-latching bra, head tilting to the side. âWow. Were you expecting something to happen tonight, slut?â
The word sent shivers down your spine, especially when they came from her mouth. Kate straddled you then, her weight familiar. You moved to encircle her, hug her close, but her hand splayed against your chest and held you there. âNo touching. Iâm in control tonight.â
You nodded, too desperately for your liking. Her fingers dragged down to the latch and unhooked it. The familiar pressure was instantly relieved and Kateâs eyes hungrily devoured your breasts. You knew she had a thing for them- always had- which is why the shock wasnât so visceral when it came to the clamps.
Kateâs strap was aligned with your stomach, but, she didnât seem to notice how intimidating her length was. Her mouth dropped to your breasts and a content sigh escaped you. Your hands itched to run against her, but that would just delay the pleasure that she offered.
Her tongue expertly circled one nipple, while she teased the other between her forefinger and thumb. You arched towards her and gasped as her teeth scraped against the sensitive area. In a matter of seconds, she had you writhing under her, a complete mess.
âGod, youâre desperate.â She hummed against you. âIâve barely touched you, baby.â
You were well aware of that. An embarrassed flush crept across your neck. Normally, you wouldnât let Kate have the satisfaction. But right now, you would let Kate have anything she wanted. The chain made a soft noise. You shuddered as itâs chilled surface was dragged between the center of your breasts.
You took a deep breath, Kateâs stare dominant, but questioning all the same. You were both well-aware that this was on the tamer side of things. But youâd never let someone have full control before, including her. She was taking this slow, and it was something you appreciated. Something you needed right now.
When the first clamp was placed, you couldnât help the shudder that rocked through you. It was an odd, pinching sensation that was soon replaced with a bolt of pleasure. Kateâs thumb brushed lightly against your other nipple, not letting up on itâs torment. She clamped the second one on and this time, a heated groan left you.
âFuck,â She gripped your sides, moving back to get a good look âYou look so beautiful like this.â
Her hands moved down to your hips and in a swift, possessive, movement she had you flipped onto your back. She unbuttoned your pants and started to slide them down your legs. You were impossibly wet, having soaked through your underwear. If you prayed that Kate wouldnât notice, your hopes were dashed by her cocksure smile.
âKatie,â You whined, the cold air hitting your legs just seconds after she had discarded your jeans. Your fingers brushed against her side, instantly conjuring goosebumps. âPlease,â
She hissed through clenched teeth, grabbing both of your hands and pinning them above your head with one, strong grip. When she pressed the lower half of her body down on top of you, you felt the pressure of the much-too-intimidating strap.
âI said no touching, remember?â She lilted her head, took the slack of the chain and twirled it around her finger âI would hate to have to punish you, pet.â
You wouldnât. There were a few seconds where you contemplated testing your luck, being a brat, just to see if you could get a rise out of her. But she pulled the thin strip of fabric covering your core to the side, dipping her finger into your heat.
âOh, fuck.â You arched your back off the bed. âKate, Iâm⊠I need you inside of me.â
You reveled in the way a chill ran through her, her grip on your hands slackening just a moment before it tightened. âJust checking to see how ready you are.â
Beyond. You nearly folded when you felt her guide the cool tip of the strap against your entrance. Itâs head pushed the smallest bit into you. Truthfully, you had never taken something this big. But you were nothing, if not determined.
Kate pushed her full length into you in a soft motion, all the while tugging at the center of the chain. The combination of sensations brought a stream of expletives that you hadnât used in years. Both of you seemed to forget about Kateâs rule about not touching.
She pumped in and out of you, keeping a steady pressure on the chain. Your moans seemed to synch, her overwhelming warmth increasing the building peaks of your core. You hugged her as close as you could, hands splayed against her back.
âShit, youâre so tight, baby.â She growled into your ear, âYou take me so well. Such a good girl, taking everything I give you.â
She shifted, hitting your g-spot with ferocity. Each thrust pushing a satisfied moan from your lips. Between each one, you exhaled âIâm going to come, shit, Katie.â
âNot yet. Not until I give you permission.â
She was getting close, you could feel the subtle tightening of her stomach. Kate had a tendency to bury her face in the small of your neck when the tension built like this. Two more even pushes and her nose was against your throat, feeling the pulse point that quickened with each passing moment.
âCome for me, you desperate, little slut.â
Again, she pulled on the chains, distinct pleasure rushing through you. You tightened around her, the moans becoming more desperate. Kate came with you, breathing heavy, mewling against your throat. You could feel her heart against your chest, could feel the fire brewing just below your fingertips. You were true to your word, however, and kept your promise. No arson.
A whimper escaped you when Kate unclipped the clamps, still inside you. Feeling returned to your nipples with a blast of pleasurable pain followed by a wave of warmth. She smirked at you, face red and hair messed up. She sat perfectly on your hips, you still twitched around her.
âJesus, y/n.â Kate panted, leaning down and kissing you sweetly. You eagerly returned it, still able to taste the citrus on her tongue. âWho knew you were a little freak?â
Her hand pressed down on your stomach with the slightest pressure as she pulled out of you with a wet noise. She landed next to you, trying to catch her breath. You found yourself laughing, fully sated, fully pleasured.
âThat? It was nothing.â She gave you a mock frown, and you backtracked âExpertly done, and very, very hot. But itâll take more than that to break me.â
âWho said I was done?â Kate smiled lazily at you, âIâm just going to⊠rest my eyes for a second. Get ready for the second pounding of your life.â
You watched as her eyes slowly closed, a look of pure bliss on her face. It was a thing of beauty, one that you could get used to. She could sleep anywhere, falling into unconsciousness with a graceful ease that you lacked.
Sheâd hug her gym bag close as a pillow under the florescent lights of the convention centers you frequented in childhood. Sheâd curl up under a tree when you both attended university together, often getting patterns burned into her skin, easy to make fun of.
It was always endearing, but it settled you with an admired warmth right now. You easily shifted her until she was laying comfortably, pulling her duvet up to her chin. Kate made a small noise at the back of her throat and curled into a deeper slumber.
God. You were so fucked.
The sun flitted the industrial windows in Kateâs apartment that you hadnât noticed before. They were dusty with time, but still allowed a considerable amount of light. The whir of a fan in the corner lulled you into a peaceful afterglow.
Sleep didnât come easily for you. Sometimes, you would drift into a half-state of lucidness on the sofa, the movie you put on as some form of noise droned on and youâd always startle awake with a kink in your neck and a strange tiredness clinging to you.
Your therapist had suggested practicing healthy sleeping habits. Only use the bed for sleep, donât read there, donât doom-scroll on your phone. You were meant to utilize the exhaustion in your bones to your benefit. And for the first few nights, it had worked.
But, then the nightmares that often accompanied the rem cycle started to push to the forefront of your mind. The same terror on your mothers face as a cobalt blue clouded your vision. It was suffocating, and the sharp burning in your chest would bring you back to the inky black, too-cold, room.
A sleepy groan escaped you, pressing your face closer into the warmth that you embraced. Kate lacked her signature scent, and she seemed⊠furrier than usual. You didnât want to pry your eyes open yet. You didnât want the lazy morning to end with the harsh reality of feelings you were less than enthusiastic to explore.
It took you three more seconds of pressing your nose into something that smelled suspiciously like dog, to realize thatâs exactly what it was.
Lucky was fast asleep, pressed flush against you over the duvet that you had shimmied under at some point in the night. He was a buffer between you and the empty half of the bed. You figured Kate was an early riser, or something had stirred her. She spooked easily. You hoped desperately that it wasnât you who had scared her.
She was rifling around in the closet. Your hand splayed against golden fur, you absently ran you fingers through it. He was a lazy dog, and it was something you appreciated. Both of you watched with unimpressed eyes as she emerged, not expecting you to be awake.
Kate smiled at you, and then seemed to realize that it was effortless, because it took a few moments for her to school her features into something stoic. She was still wearing her boxer shorts and tank-top from last night. You fought back a frown. Kate had gotten you naked without even trying. Your own clothes were scattered across the room.
âPromise you wonât freak out?â
You propped yourself up on your elbow. Lucky huffed in annoyance. âI canât promise thatâ
She gave you a nervous look and tossed a sweatshirt towards you. The fabric was soft, and it was her signature purple color, and what she was rifling around the closet for. You felt your cheeks heat up, holding the cool garment flush against you.
âClint is on his way,â
âOh my god.â
âYeah, oh my god.â
Pretending to be anything more than friends with benefits sounded good on paper. It made Clint irate and that was good for some cheap thrills. But the two of you hadnât practiced any form of affection outside of the bedroom. You had a cold exterior, and a single look could send Kate into a rambling mess, as if sheâd been injected with truth serum.
âI can sneak out the window?â You pulled the sweater over your head, reaching blindly for your jeans. The button had fallen off, and you couldnât locate your underwear. Kate watched you with a quiet amusement until you stood across from her. âSecond floor isnât too bad. The daylight kills my cover a bit, but-â
âYou should stay.â Her voice came out a little too loud. She took a deep breath, âI want you to stay.â
A pang of affection ran through you, reflexively you dropped your hold on your jeans. They fell around your ankles in a pool of denim. It earned a snicker from Kate, but you didnâtâ mind. The sound was heavenly and made your head feel unbelievably fuzzy, despite the embarrassment.
She wordlessly thrust a pair of sweatpants into your hands. It was soft, and you would swim in it. This would be easy, a simple way to pull at Clintâs nerves. Cruel, maybe, but each time you imagined that pitying look on his face as he pleaded with you to leave Kate alone, that rush of anger came back.
When Kate turned, you pressed you palm to your lips to keep from yelping out a laugh. Kateâs tank-top was still itâs stark white, just with two scorched marks in the shape of your hands. You had kept your promise, not catching anything on fire, but you came pretty damn close.
You wanted to tell her, really, you did. But the sound of the front door opening and closing caught your attention. Lucky let out a terse bark and cut through the both of you to fling himself down the stairs. Clint, you had heard from your mother, had a way with all animals. Not just birds.
âKatie Kate! I grabbed some bagels from the bodega on the corner. I know you only have one knife but I grabbed extras.â
She gave you a sheepish smile, leaning forward and kissing the corner of your lip. You froze, Kateâs hands squeezing your arms. The archer didnât pause in her movements, as if they were second nature. She started to head down the stairs, leaving you in a bewildered state.
You let out a shuddered breath, clenching your eyes shut to steady yourself. Not even the dog was left in the room. A simple display of affection that seemed to just be for the two of you. This warmed you like no one-night-stand and horrible instant coffee could.
Clint noticed you instantly, using a plastic knife to separate two halves of a doughy bagel. His movements stilled; taking in your disheveled hair and the oversized clothing that you dawned. It was more than clear that youâd spent the night and his mouth opened with an audible pop.
Kate was pouting quietly at the empty carton of orange juice that she had drained last night. Lucky padded over to you, pushing his cool nose into your palm, tail thumping. Clint watched the interaction, one half of the bagel hitting the kitchen island with a plop.
âGood morning, baby. Sorry if we woke you.â Her scent was suddenly invading your space, another kiss, this time, more than chaste, landed on your lips. Clint paled, swallowing hard. His eyes flicked to the scorch marks on Kateâs shirt.
âMm, not at all. Good morning, Clint.â
âMorning, y/n.â
Kate wrapped her arms around you effortlessly and hugged you against her front. Her chin rested on your shoulder, cheek pressed to your own. You were convinced that she could feel how rapid your heart was beating.
She had fit into the role of girlfriend perfectly. You, on the other hand, bit your tongue to keep from malfunctioning. Last night was so effortless. Your lust drove you, and your skin prickled at the memory of Kateâs tongue between your breasts. You shivered now, and she smirked into your neck.
âWhat are you guys up to today?â
You asked the question out of politeness, but your voice wavered all the same. Kate gave you an encouraging squeeze. Clint darted his eyes back and forth. An air of panic seemed to seize him and he made quick work of putting cream cheese on an untoasted bagel.
âNothing.â Clint is quick to dismiss you. There was almost a hint of jealousy there, something that Kate picked up on too. The twitching of her fingers against the smoothness of your skin was enough to alert you to the fact.
You drew out your next word âOkay, I suppose I should get going, then.â
Playing the part, Kate let out a dissatisfied groan in response. You turned in her arms and gave her a look that was met with concern. Real concern. She pressed her forehead against your own and whispered ever-so-gently. Are you okay?
And you nodded, because you were. At least of the time being. The disgruntled actions of your biological father was enough. Having Kate hold you, even if it was all for show, was enough.
The key turned in the lock with an audible click. You made a point, when entering your motherâs shared space with Lance, to make as much noise as possible for both your benefit. The buttery scent of pancakes overwhelmed your senses and filled you with warmth.
It was Sunday, all of the windows open and an incredible dosage of sunlight filling the home. Youâd grown up here between your travels and training. Bobbi had kept your room the same, hadnât dared touched the pictures that lined the stairway. Professionally done and the portrait of a perfect family.
Your mother sipped a glass of orange juice at the table. Lance was humming a disjointed tune as he flipped a blueberry pancake, perfectly cooked and golden brown. He was wearing his glasses and a pair of plaid pajama pants. A far cry from the suits you were used to seeing him in, lately.
Bobbiâs pale green eyes flicked up from the paper she was reading, then back down before darting towards you again. Her fingers tightened around the glass. âGood morning, darling. Purple suits you.â
Lance turned with a furrowed expression. Youâd worn the color before, it wasnât as if there was an aversion to it. Youâd successfully macgyvered your jeans before leaving Kateâs this morning, but you were still swimming in her sweatshirt. You found the minty scent comforting.
âA bit big, isnât it?â
Bobbi was smirking behind her glass. You fought the urge to roll your eyes as you flopped down into the chair next to her. You leveled her with a glare that held no malice. She knew exactly what it was like to fall for a Hawkeye. They were charming, persistent, and overall, annoying.
The latter was starting to ebb away in the furthest reaches of your mind. There had always been jokes made by the elite families of New York, the ones who ran in the same circles that Eleanor and Lance did. Tabloids that voyeuristically took interest in the Bishop and Morse heirs.
Eventually, everyone proclaimed through silent looks and not-so-silent gossiping, you and Kate would end up together. The fire had squashed those rumors, and then reignited them glory. The attention made it hard to do your real job. But your chest oddly swelled with pride when Bobbi lifted an eyebrow at you.
âIs there something you want to tell us?â
Lance had flicked off the stoves burner and set a steaming pile of pancakes in the center of the table. None of you dug in. Your parents watched you, instead, almost giddy. Theyâd both had their fair share of run-inâs with Kate Bishop.
During your senior year, you would storm into the house and pace back and forth, seething about an award that Kate won or a competition that ended in a tie. Theyâd bide their time and wait. They waited for years and part of you dreaded giving them the satisfaction. You straightened in your chair, ran a finger over your fork.
âNot that I can think of,â You smirked.
âOkay,â Lance nodded âbe that way.â
You huffed and reached for the plate, but he pulled it back slightly. A scrape sounding as porcelain hit wood âNo Pancakes for you.â
They were enjoying this too much. You crossed your arms over your chest and stared at them with shock. Blueberry pancakes were your favorite, and you had a less than satisfactory morning. This felt like the SHIELD torture techniques theyâd taught you years ago.
âFine. Kate and I are seeing each other. Happy?â
You reached for the pancakes again, and again, Lance slid them back. âFor how long?â
âAwhileâ
âThatâs not enough.â Bobbi cut into a pancake she had transferred onto her own plate, soaked in syrup and dripping. She took a bite and moaned in bliss. âWow, babe, these are your best yet.â
âBefore the fire at the benefit.â You supplied, hating the desperation that was in your voice. The way your stomach squeezed in hunger fueled your need. âSheâs been my girlfriend for months.â
The words sent a thrill down your spine. They were entirely untrue, but your mother and Lance didnât question it. In fact, he pulled out his time-worn wallet and produced a twenty-dollar bill. Bobbi took it wordlessly with a shit-eating grin on her face. She pushed the plate back in your direction.
âThat wasnât so hard, was it?â
âYou were betting on us?â
âItâs more of a pool, really.â Lance defended, having the decency to blush.
âUnbelievable!â
Really, it wasnât. Not with the rumors that swirled around the two of you since sandbox days. Your hunger overtook your indignance and you pulled two fluffy pancakes onto your plate. Angrily (as angrily as you could) you cut them into little pieces and chewed slowly with a frown.
Bobbi returned to reading the paper and Lance raised his hand for a high five. You scowled at him, shaking your head. Sheepishly he lowered it and returned to his own breakfast.
Youâd scarfed down food faster than necessary before pouring yourself a cup of coffee and retiring to the wooden swing on the front porch. You breathed in the early morning air, the cool mist that coated the lawn. It was a quick moment of peace to settle your thoughts.
Your toes pushed against the porch, settling into an easy sway. You were left to your own devices, letting the rising sun warm your bones. Eventually, Bobbi joined you with her own cup of coffee, cupping the mug and lowering herself onto the other end of the bench with a slight groan. The chains screeched in protest.
Her hand found itâs way to your knee, giving it a slight squeeze. âWe havenât really had a chance to talk.â
You knew exactly what she meant. It wasnât about Kate, though, you could sense the buzz of questions at the tip of her tongue. The two of you hadnât addressed the Clint shaped elephant in the room, and you bit into the soft flesh of your cheek to calm the storm that washed over you in an instant.
âAre you okay?â She whispered
âI donât know.â
The silence returned, and you wanted so desperately to break it. But you didnât know what to say. Your throat tightened and you swallowed a gulp of scalding coffee. The heat pinched at your eyes and they watered listlessly.
âI hate that he matters. Clint Barton is a stranger to me, but he still holds this⊠this power.â You drew one leg up to your chest. âI wasnât enough for him to stay.â
âOh, babyâ
Her gravelly words of comfort made you fold into the overwhelming emotions. Bobbiâs arm was around you and your face buried into her neck. You knew your nose was cold against her skin, but she said nothing. She gripped your side and pulled you close to her. You suddenly felt like a child again.
âThatâs not true,â She pulled back, cupping both of your cheeks with her hands. She frantically wiped away your tears with her thumbs âWe were both kids when we had you. I grew up, and he didnât. You are the best thing thatâs ever happened to me. I donât want you to doubt yourself. Your potential.â
âHeâŠâ You swallowed thickly, the words bitter in your mouth âhe loves her more than me.â
It was an accusation that had tremendous merit. There was no malice towards Kate, not this time. Sheâd fallen into his good graces by pure luck. Sheâd told you the story as over two amber bottles of IPA that went down less than smooth.
âI mean, fuck, mom. He gave me the shovel talk.â
She frowned and pulled back, a certain anger falling over her facial expression. Your biological father warning you to stay away from his protégé was in bad taste. It left an ugly film over your skin. A seed of doubt that was planted by the man who abandoned you.
âYouâve never made me doubt myself. Every day of my life youâve reminded me of my value, of what Iâm capable of. I donât want him to come over and blow that all down like the big bad wolf.â
âSweet girl,â She pulled you back into her side, her floral scent coating your lungs. You hadnât realized how cold you were until you cuddled into your mother as if you were nothing more than a scared child. Your fingers grasped at the fabric of her shirt like a life raft. âWeâre stronger than that.â
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summâ©ry Forbidden sparks fly between you and Enhypenâs main dancer upon dorming together, but what happens when your bandmate threatens to expose this reckless romance?
pâ©iring idol!niki x popstar!reader â© EPISODE 1
genre band au, fluff, secret romance cw swearing, slightly suggestive, mild bullying, kissing, girl drama, reader is younger than Niki wc 4.5k
"Where were you last night?â Haerin asked with a whisper, removing the tape-seal from her container of apple slices.
It was early in the morning when you, your bandmates, and the Enhypen members got up for breakfast in the Hybe cafeteria.
Getting up early proved to be a challenge, especially considering your late night adventures with Niki and unbreakable inability to sleep in beds that aren't yours.
You couldn't help but wonder how much better you would've slept if Niki stayed next to you-
"W-what are you talking about, Rinnie?" You stuttered unintentionally, taking a sip from the coffee you prayed would help you get through another busy day in Korea.
"Don't play dumb, ____. You know what I saw," she sighed, meeting your nervous eyes, "You really shouldn't be disobeying the curfew rule, not to mention how dangerous sneaking around a foreign country is."
"I appreciate your concern, Haerin, but I promise, you have nothing to worry about," you said with a smile, "I just wanted to get some extra practice time in, that's all."
The sound of approaching footsteps cut your conversation short, the Enhypen boys and your bandmates finally joining you two at the table.
"Ooo, are you guys telling secrets? I wanna hear," Jade cheered, placing her food tray on the table.
Apparently you and Haerin looked a lot more suspicious than intended, but then again, two girls whispering always looked a little fishy.
âHehe, no secrets over here!â Haerin covered, shoving her mouth with apples to avoid anymore questions.
"Riiiight," Jungwon smirked, revealing his soft dimples, "Anyways, howâre you all enjoying the roommate pairs?â
"Iâm actually quite pleased with our group, right boys?â Heeseung joked, exchanged high fives with Jake and Jay to which Sunghoon rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, I'm sure you guys took a while to get used to each other," he mumbled sarcastically, "What do you think about us, Serenity?"
"Hmm," she began in thought, "wellll, Sunoo's kinda vibey. He has a lot of fancy skincare products that he shares sometimes, so thatâs been nice. Sunghoon's also really easy to look at so..."
"Easy to look at, huh? Is that your way of calling me hot?"
"Heyyy, I never said you could use my stuff," Sunoo blurted out, interrupting Sunghoon's attempt at flirting.
"Moving on," Serenity chirped, redirecting the convo, "What about you, Mr. Leadernim?"
Jungwon took a bite of his scrambled eggs before answering, "Honestly, Jade and Haerin remind me of my sister. We get along pretty well and they're not too troublesome, I guess."
"Yeah, Jungwon's pretty cool, too... aside from his tendency to hog the shower," Jade teased back.
âOkay, now what about you two?â Heeseung started, sending Niki a funny look that made him choke on his water.
âAlright, you can answer ____ while he keeps drowning,â Heeseung chuckled, passing Niki a napkin to wipe the water from his now shiny lips.
You still couldn't believe that he actually kissed you WITH THOSE LIPS-
âUhhh,â you began nervously, trying to think of something normal to say, âN-Niki... w-well, he's uh... Niki, he'sââ
âMy GOD, the look on your face right now makes it seem like youâre in love with him or something,â Serenity gawked rudely, dramatically throwing her hands in the air as she successfully got everyoneâs attention with her big mouth.
âI mean,â Niki started with a plain expression, âits not like Iâm entirely against the idea of having a girl fall for me...â
âYeah, happens all the time to guys like us,â Jake winked, immediately cringing at his own words.
Step, step, step, signaled Miss Kimâs signature black booties across the tiled cafeteria floor, âGood morning, my little minions. Now whatâs going on over here with all this chatter?â
Turns out Miss Kim only worked as an activity assistant for Enhypen, though, she always had a way of waltzing into every room like she owned the place.
âNot much,â Jake answered, âWe were just discussing our practice schedule for the day.â
âMhm, so that means the few of you are well updated on your instrument rehearsals this evening, yes?â
âInstrument rehearsals,â Jade repeated yet asked.
âExactly. Jade, Serenity, and Jay will play a guitar riff during one of the stages, so youâll meet in the recording studio at 4pm today.â
âSweet,â Jay smirked, playing air-guitar while mimicking the Karma instrumental.
âAlso,â Miss Kim continued, âI canât really remember, but which of you here is struggling with the choreo?â
Everyoneâs eyes turned to you as you raised your hand shyly.
âOh, ____,â she said, dragging out your name, âperfect! Niki, youâll be skipping vocals today to help ____ catch up in the dance studio.â
You couldnât hold back the smile that grew on your face at her words: maybe some extra dance practice wouldn't be too bad after all.
âAlright, I'm headed to the fashion department to check out your stage costumes. Heeseung and Jungwon, please make sure everyone follows today's schedule accordingly.â
âWe won't let you down, Miss Kim," Jungwon nodded as the stern lady turned on her heel, beelining to the cafeterias coffee counter a few feet away from your table.
"Alright guys, you heard the boss lady. Let's wrap up breakfast and meet in 10," Heeseung said, getting up from his seat first as the rest of you followed shortly after...
To Room 10: Hybe's indoor gym and workout center.
The intense exercise routine left you feeling pretty worn out.
Your mind was mostly focused on getting all your reps in without passing out, ignoring the overflow of sweat that kept seeping from your pores. You all had just finished the last part of the workout: a mile outdoor run around Yongsan Family Park.
"And you're telling me we still have rehearsals after this?" Serenity huffed, taking yet another large gulp from her jug of Gatorade.
"Yes," Sunoo answered plainly, taking the blue drink from her hands and pouring it into a nearby bush.
"Dude, what the hell?" She yelped, backing away to avoid the splashes, "Don't tell me you're still mad about that 'skincare' thing."
"If you had any idea how many added sugars people put in that stuff, you would've poured it out yourself," Sunoo replied in a sassy voice.
"Well if it wasn't obvious, I couldn't care less about whatever you just said," she sighed, sadly watching as the blue liquid trickled past the leaves, soaking the soil, "you totally owe me a drink after this, by the way."
"Hey, that's actually a pretty good idea! We should go out for drinks tomorrow night," Jake cheered, using the back of his hand to catch his sweat, "everybody down for splitting the bill?"
"Yeah, but we can focus on that once we get back up this hill," Jay replied, encouraging the rest of you to keep on treading.
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Later in the rehearsal studio, practice started off a bit slow with a warm up session before actually breaking down the choreography.
Apparently, the official dance composer for the upcoming stage changed a part in the performance for you and your group to follow, adding a trick move with Haerin and Jade.
Meanwhile, the Enhypen boys were working on perfecting their routines, as they had already memorized the whole thing a lot quicker than the Riot Grrlz.
The main practice session lasted close to two hours before the talent supervisor called for a break, sending the other members off so you and Niki could have the studio to yourselves.
Finally.
"So what was that all about earlier?" He asked, kneeling down to stretch his legs.
"In the cafeteria this morning?"
He nodded in response, guiding you to the floor to help you stretch with him.
"Well, Haerin said she saw me last night... Sneaking out, I mean. She didn't say anything about you, but..."
You couldn't help but giggle at the way his face dropped.
"What the? I could've sworn everyone was asleep when we came back last night," he said with an awkward smile, holding onto your wrists as he pulled you toward your feet on the ground, "what'd you tell her then?"
"I told her not to worry about it, but I avoided mentioning too many details," you said, squeezing your eyes at the painful stretch you felt in your hamstrings.
"Welp, all that means is we'll have to be more careful when we sneak out again tonight," he winked, finally letting go of your wrists so you could relax.
"Tonight, huh? I'm surprised I've got you hooked so fast. What's it been, like three days?"
"Four, actually. But I'm surprised by your sudden confidence. You could hardly form a coherent sentence about me, earlier," he teased, offering you his hand to help you up from the ground.
"That had nothing to do with you and everything to do with the way you almost died while drinking water," you returned before dramatically reenacting the way he struggled, pretending to choke on the air, "I was nervous... for your safety, of course."
"Mhm. I'm sure you would've saved me though... Nothing a little mouth to mouth can't fix," he smiled, looking at your lips before looking away, trying to maintain his focus, "You remember how the choreo starts, right?"
"Uhh," you started, scratching the back of your head, "With the little arm-move-thingy?"
"Sure, you could call it that," he chuckled, "Now just follow my moves like we did at the skate park. I'll go slow at first and speed up as you catch on."
"Okay," you said, watching his movements in the mirror as if hypnotized.
It amazed you how even while practicing the moves in slow motion, he still looked effortlessly talented.
"Good!" he encouraged, observing how much you improved with the footwork compared to day one, but there was something about your hip movements that he thought looked a little stiff.
"Okay, hold on," he started, walking up to you and placing his hands at your waist, "Try to be a little more fluid with this step, otherwise it looks kinda awkward."
"Like this?" you asked, keeping his hands in place as you rolled your hips in front of him, trying to follow his instructions.
You didn't even realize how close his body was pressed against yours until a loud slam startled you both.
Niki's gaze immediately darted to the source of the sound, seeing none other than Serenity barging through the studio door, marching in with a cattiest look on her face.
"Ummm, how can I help you, officer?" Niki asked playfully, stepping away from you and crossing his arms.
That's when Sunghoon and Sunoo ran in behind her, trying to catch their breath while spitting out a few words, "We tried to stop her," Sunoo started, "but she wouldn't listen."
"Aha! I knew there was something going on between you two! Don't try to back away now, Niki! I guess you couldn't wait to loosen up each other's buttons again, huh?!" Serenity rambled, making an utter fool of herself.
"We were rehearsing the choreography, genius. Like Miss Kim told us to," You retorted, not being in the mood for her games at the moment.
"Mhm, without leaving room for Jesus, I see! Speaking of Miss Kim, just wait til I tell her about this!"
"What are you two doing here?" Niki asked the two frustrated boys, trying to redirect the conversation.
"We were in Room 10 doing our cooldown when Gossip Girl over here started interrogating Haerin," Sunghoon sighed, "One thing led to another and before we knew it, Serenity was bolting out of the gym like a crazy person."
Your eyes went to meet Serenity's frame, who stood with her hands on her hips and eyes narrowed as she wrestled with whatever angry thoughts ran through her brain.
"Ren, please don't tell Miss Kim. This was obviously a huge misunderstanding," you pleaded with her, trying to be mature about the situation.
"No⊠little kids like you need discipline. Though," she paused, twirling a strand of her chocolate brown hair, "I might consider keeping your little secret if you resign from being captain over the Riot Grrlz."
You scoffed at her offer, "You're delirious. And for the last time, there isnât any secret for you to spoil, anyway."
"Fine,â she grinned, a little too wide, âI tried to be nice about this, Niki, but your girlfriend has left me with no other choice but to come clean about this matter.â
Flipping her hair, she marched towards the door, looking back as if waiting for you all to follow her, which you did, all the way to Miss Kim in the fashion department.
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To no oneâs surprise, Miss Kim wasnât happy to see the five of you crowding her during her shift, especially not when you were given specific instructions to follow the schedule while she was away.
After Serenity expressed that their was âa breach of the rulesâ between you and Niki, Miss Kim summoned all of the Riot Grrlz and Enhypen members for a disciplinary meeting.
"Oddly enough, my disappointment doesn't fall on Jungwon and Heeseung, even though I put you two in charge of everything," the lady began, holding her hands behind her back as she paced around the table you were all sat at.
"Serenity has brought to my knowledge that some of your are struggling to follow the strict rules in place here. Are there any witnesses to this claim?"
Serenity kicked Haerin's leg from under the table, trying to get a word out of her, but she remained silent thankfully. You couldn't help but feel guilty though at the sight of Jungwon and Heeseung hanging their heads in shame.
"Very well then... and are any of the accused parties willing to come clean about the alleged incident?"
Niki peeked at you for a second as if waiting for you to say or not say something first.
"I..." you began timidly, "I did stay out past curfew last night, but only to practice."
This was a partial lie, but you had no intentions on bringing Niki down with you. After all, it's not like he forced you to sneak out with him, as you most definitely wanted to.
Miss Kim's eyes widened slightly at your sudden choice to speak, "Go on," she said, stopping in her tracks.
"And about what Serenity saw in the rehearsal studio... It was nothing. Me and Niki were only trying to practice like you said."
She hummed at your words, "I appreciate your honesty, ____. And Serenity, it would bring me much joy if from now on, you would focus more on working than running after silly rumors."
"Soooo," Jake started, "are we free to go now?"
"Not just yet," Kim answered, clearing her throat before continuing, "From now on, your curfew will be pushed back from 11:00pm to 8:00pm."
A loud groan filled the room at her words, but a satisfied look remained on Serenity's face until the next part of Kim's rules were announced.
"A piece of blue tape will be lined at your bedroom doors, so anyone who tries to leave after 8 will have a tough time hiding it once the tape is torn. Also, expect to be waken up extra early tomorrow for exercise. No breakfast."
"But Miss Kim," Jade began, "Maybe you can give us another chance, there's no proof, anyway."
"Proof or no proof, my rules will stand in place until further notice. And for the record, this is not a punishment."
"Yeah, more like a freaking detention center! I knew it from day one," Serenity whined, the taste of her karma unfortunately falling on the lot of you.
"If that's what you wanna call our home to multinational superstars, so be it," Kim retorted, making her way to the office door, "hopefully there will be no more disruptions for the day."
Slam.
The door was closed, and with that, your busy schedules re-open and waiting to be completed.
"____," Haerin spoke quietly, shyly meeting your eyes as she walked up to you, "I'm really sorry that I brought that up this morning, Serenity must've overheard us talking."
"It's okay, Rinnie. This isn't your fault," you smiled, patting her head gently to cheer her up.
"Mhm, well that's sweet. Thanks for getting us on probation, lovebirds," Jay sighed, getting up from his seat and walking out of the room.
"Yeah, so much for stopping Serenity and her big mouth, you guys," Jake said, giving Sunghoon and Sunoo a look before walking out too.
"Guys, Miss Kim said this wasn't a punishment. Like ____ said, this isn't anyways fault," Jungwon said, trying to convince everyone to see the situation in a more positive light.
"Whatever, I'm gonna join Jay in the instrument room. Don't take too long in here, Ren," Jade sighed, running a frustrated hand through her hair before also leaving.
"Cool, I'm gonna go get lunch because I don't work well when I'm hungry," Heeseung huffed, walking past Niki and towards the door, "I taught you well, brother, but please, stay out of trouble from now on."
Serenity's initial pitiful look returned to the sassy one she wore before, watching as Jungwon, Sunoo, and Sunghoon followed after Heeseung, closing the door behind them.
And then there were three.
"Miss Kim thinks that some silly tape and a bedtime will stop you two, but just know that I'll be watching for myself," Serenity threatened, staring you and Niki down from her seat.
"Got it, officer," Niki teased, walking up to you and taking your hand in his.
"And where do you two think you're going?"
"To complete our schedules? Now we've all had enough with your Nancy Drew act. It's time to put your working face back on," you replied, mirroring her cattiness, "You're gonna be late for your rehearsals with Jade and Jay if you don't hurry up."
"Gosh, you two can be so annoying sometimes," She exclaimed, fixing her hair before marching out of the office, leaving you and Niki alone again.
With your hand still in his, he turned your body to face him, taking your face in his hands and looking at you with the most loving expression.
He just can't get enough of you.
He reached for your wrist, drawing your attention to the bracelet he gave you the other day, "You still trust me, right?"
You couldn't help but look away from his face for a second. If he held that intense eye contact with you for any longer, you're sure you were gonna explode.
"Stop, you're too shy," he giggled, turning your chin to face him one more time before kissing you on the lips, a pink hue raising to his cheeks. You got lost in his touch for a second, hardly remembering that this reckless romance is what got you in this room in the first place.
"Niki!" You yelped, suddenly feeling his hands tickle you under your shirt, "You never answered my question, silly," he chuckled, backing away as you tried fighting him off.
"I trust you, stupid, now stop tickling me before someone catches us," you sighed, trying to catch your breath from all your laughing.
This boy was making your heart do things you're sure it's never done before. Backflips, cartwheels, splits, you name it!
"So does that mean you're still down to hang out with me later tonight," he asked, pouting at you playfully, "unless, you don't think it's worth it."
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Your evening ended on par with Miss Kim's revised schedule, everyone completing their assigned tasks before showering and heading to bed at 8 o'clock sharp. And to your surprise, she wasn't joking about the blue tape thing either.
You and Niki waited til an entire hour had passed before initiating your escape plan, just to make sure that everyone was asleep.
Dressed in the best "incognito" outfits you could find, Niki tied a few bed sheets together to make a rope, tying it to your bunkbed for you to climb out the window with.
He went first because you were too scared.
"Alright, you're coming?" He whispered from the ground, watching you shyly peek from the window.
"You look tiny from up here," you giggled, pointing at him playfully.
"____, stop stalling and get down here," he chuckled back, motioning with his hands as if encouraging you.
Sticking your right leg out the window, you said a small prayer as you gripped onto the makeshift rope, climbing down with your eyes closed to keep yourself from chickening out.
"That's it, there you go!" Niki cheered, clapping for you as you finally made it down... the 10ft wall.
"What if someone sees the rope just hanging here?"
"They won't."
"Well... what if a little raccoon were to get cold out here and sneak into our room for comfort?"
"Come on," he smiled, taking your hand in his as he skipped from the building, adjusting the sunglasses to his "costume."
He wanted to show you around the city of Seoul, taking you to one of his favorite Japanese food stands to get filled taiyaki's because they're his all time favorite. He ended up doing most of the talking while ordering, thanks to the language barrier.
You both wanted chocolate filled, so you ended up just getting one large taiyaki to share.
He tore a piece of the fish pastry's head before putting it in his mouth, careful not to get any chocolate on his face.
You took the snack from his hand before taking a small bite yourself, surprised by the initial crunchiness of the pastry that soon melted into a softer texture, coupled with an equally delightful taste.
Now you see why Niki likes these so much.
"This is crazy, you know that?" You said, taking in the beautiful city scenery that made up your surroundings.
"Of course, especially with everyone reminding me all the time. But what was that you said again? About breaking rules as long as it's worth it?"
Both of you started to walk a little slower, not really paying attention to where you were going, just enjoying each others company, "You're never gonna let me forget I said that, are you?"
"Nope," he smiled, looking into the distance, "because those are the exact words that got us here in the first place."
"And where is "here," exactly?" You challenged, going for another bite of the snack before handing it back to him.
"Alone, outside, past our curfews, holding hands in this beautiful park while dressed up as anonymous wanderers..."
You giggled in between his rambling-
"...Waiting for the right moment to kiss each other again."
A certain feeling of butterflies ran through your stomach at his words.
Was risking your career really worth all this? You'd vote one hundred and ten percent yes.
đ Pop!
The sight of fireworks bursted into the night sky before you two, shattering into a glittery shower of colorful sparkles.
"Oh my God," you jumped in shock at the loud noise, making Niki chuckle at your startled reaction.
"Jeez, you're gonna draw attention to us if you keep jumping like that!"
"Ahh, how was I supposed to know they were going to be fireworks tonight?"
"We're just outside of Yeouido Park. The officials here are probably rehearsing for the upcoming firework show," he said before filling his mouth with yet another bite of taiyaki.
From the looks of it, a few more people started to crowd the area, pulling out their cameras to take pictures of the occasional fireworks that splashed into the clear night sky.
"Maybe we should get going now," you said shyly, adjusting the silly scarf you wore around your neck to keep yourself undetectable.
Confused at first by your initial prompt, Niki took a look around before now seeing a few photographers pointing cameras at everyone.
"Yeahhhh, you're right, let's go before we get caught," he smiled, picking up the pace of his steps as he turned around, beelining back to the Hybe building with his hand still in yours.
The time had just hit somewhere around 10 o'clock, so you and Niki got a good hour to yourselves after your long day of work.
Luckily, his makeshift rope was still hanging outside your dorm room window when yâall got back, and once again, you successfully snuck out together undetected.
Or at least, thatâs what you both thought until the morning cameâŠ
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There was a certain news feed circulating around the web, originating on that same Korean Pop media website you were stalking before your trip.
You werenât surprised to find Serenity with her bright blue eyes practically glued to her phone screen, announcing the blogâs title out loud as you and Niki came down together for warmups in Room 10:
Young Stars Spark Romantic Rumors After Photos of Them Kissing in Yeouido Park Circulate the Web.
Oh no, this canât be good.
Niki had already informed you a few minutes ago about the post popping up on his phone, "There's no way we got caught. I made sure we blended in with the crowd,â he said, not being able to hide the worry growing inside him.
âAnd besides,â you replied while whispering, âwe didnât even kiss.â
But as to be expected, Serenity was having a field day rubbing the news in your faces.
âStarting mess at work again, I see?â Sunoo pointed, rolling his eyes at her words, but she ignored him.
âRen, did you even look at the pictures going around?â Haerin offered as she adjusted her workout clothes, âThose people look nothing like Niki and ____.â
âLet me see,â Jade said, reaching for Serenityâs phone and scrolling past the title to analyze the pictures that revealed two older idols who didnât even match you and Nikiâs heights.
The fear boiling in your stomach suddenly disappeared.
âOh, and their names are right here!â Serenity pointed out before zooming in, âNevermind, I canât even pronounce that.â
âGreat, so that means we can get back to practice now, yeah?â Jungwon said, trying not to sound as annoyed as he truly was.
You and Niki just bust out laughing.
âWhatâs so funny,â Serenity scowled, obviously dissatisfied with the reality of the situation.
"Just the fact that you genuinely thought we'd go against Miss Kim's rules⊠Besides, how would we have even gotten out last night?" Niki tried, kneeling down to tighten his shoelaces, âIâm sure you checked the blue tape by our door. It stayed intact the entire night.â
âMhm,â she hummed, obviously not wanting to engage in the conversation anymore, which you were thankful for.
The fitness coach started explaining the workout to Jake so he could translate for you and your group, outlining that the session would start with some intense weight lifting before cardio, a.k.a, a 2 mile run around the park.
Great.
Heeseung encouraged you all with his bright smile, âAlright, guys, letâs get moving!â
And thatâs exactly what everyone did for the next three hours, keeping a shared goal in mind to follow Miss Kimâs activity schedule perfectly: Day fiveâs schedule outlining an in-person fan meeting that evening.
đïž For my baby, @microwvdstrawb3rri3s, and the lovely đ„ anon ~ Episode 3 coming soon đ
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đïž Feel free to check out more fun reads on the pinned post at my home page ~
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đ love on the weekend
NOW PLAYING: seventeen's playlist - song # 1
pairing: joshua x gn!reader, school!au word count: 700 tags: fluff, John Mayer, more fluff, earphone sharing, the âi want this tooâ sickly sweet kind of fluff bc i rly want this too
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âHave you listened to this?â
Shua plays a song from his phone and gives you the right earbud. The signature guitar plucks come through the earphones as he looks at you expectantly, slowly watching your expressions shift as the song plays.
âHuh, what song is thisâ
âItâs the new John Mayer song.â
âWHAT? No way.â
âYeah! Listen to it.â
It's a cool Friday afternoon and Shua is on time as usual, picking you up from your last class for the week. You barely have any classes together this term, except for one in the early mornings of Mondays and Wednesdays. This means that while you get to start the week togetherâalbeit in classâand unless you both make an effort on the weekdays, you donât see each other again most of the time until these Fridays after class.
It's a Friday, we finally made it I can't believe I get to see your face You've been working and I've been waiting To pick you up and take you from this placeâŠ
Shua grasps your hand, fingers intertwining, and he raises it to place a kiss on the back of your palm. He looks at you with his smiling eyes and you canât help but smile back. You end up leaning your head on his shoulder because you absolutely canât bear the way your heart is beating after listening to the songâs first verse.
âLove on the weekend, love on the weekend, Iâm coming up and Iâm loving every minute of it.â Shuaâs soft voice reaches your ears. You love it when he sings along to John Mayerâs songs. You could never listen to his songs the same way again when you found out the singer was one of his favorite artists tooâyou thought that it was rare for people to still listen to him. Instant green flag, was a thought that immediately popped into your mind.
âI love it already.â You say as you look up at Shua, who couldn't look away from you even if he wanted to.
âItâs us. Itâs our song.â
You didnât think you could smile any wider. âIt is.â
âAnd Iâll be dreaming of the next time we can go into another serotonin overflowâŠâ Shua resumes singing along, leaving you entranced and enchanted with both the song and this man who is holding your hand and who has done nothing but make you feel happy and loved on every single weekday and weekend youâve spent together.
âLove on the weekend, love on the weekend, Iâm busted up but Iâm loving every minute of it.â You both sing along to the songâs hook, singing truths that sometimes only songs can contain.
The song ends and you return the earbud, a silly smile plastered on your face.
âUh oh, I think youâve malfunctioned.â Shua pokes your cheek in an attempt to get your attention.
âStop it! Youâre making me malfunction with your cheesy shit!â
You feel his hand rest around your waist. He brings you closer to his side and he laughs, its gentle and sweet sound pure music to your ears on its own.
âGet used to it, love. I will never stop if it means I get to see that smile. I love you too much.â He says this as if the plainest and simplest truth there is in the world.
You couldnât help how your voice went up a few pitches, mockingly saying âHmm? You loveeee me?â
âYou and only youâ He brings her around to face him and he looks at her eyes, eyes that he could look at until the end of his days. âYou and I, and no one else.â
No one else. You believe himâhow could you notâand nod in agreement. He replies with a kiss on your forehead. You could melt on the spot.
âCoffee? At the usual place?â
âYes please.â
âLetâs go.â
Your hands find each other again, with stories about the week spilling from your mouths and hearts overflowing with love. It really was the little things like this that made your youth count. You two were young and in love, and you both swear never to forget this feeling until the day you turn old and gray.
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post a/n: fun fact actuallyâthis is actually a flashback scene from like this mini delulu au my friends and i came up with when we were bored. and given that itâs a flashbackâŠshua and reader werenât this happy later on in the story so :( haha but i would like them to exist this happily in this pocket of the alternate universe
#chanranghaeys#chanranghaeys writes#seventeen#svt#seventeen fic#svt x reader#seventeen x reader#svt x y/n#svt x you#seventeen x you#seventeen drabble#seventeen headcanons#seventeen imagines#seventeen scenarios#svt fluff#svt smut#svt angst#svt hurt#joshua#hong jisoo#joshua hong#shua#svt joshua#seventeen joshua hong#seventeen hong jisoo#svt joshua hong#svt hong jisoo#joshua x reader#joshua x you#joshua x y/n
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: got inspired to write about Raqâs pretty self after i seen this edit. đ
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YOU'RE MINES STILL. (GxG)
PATINA MILLER AS âRAQUEL THOMASâ FROM RAISING KANAN x BLACK!FEM!OC
SUMMARY: in which Simone & Raquel were toxic to each other and ended on bad terms because of this, but when Raq hears about her having someone else, she decides to pay Simone a visit. âš | partially inspired by this tiktok đ€Ł
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đŠđđ đąđĄđ stood in the dressing room of "Chocolate City" â the strip club she worked at â as she adjusted her outfit, taking her time to analyze her appearance while she fiddled with her skirt.
it wasn't time for her to go on stage yet, but she still wanted to look her best for the time being.
the woman flipped her ass-length black box braids out of her face as the door to the dressing room opened, revealing one of her coworkers and friends Destiny â who was known as "Rubi" on stage due to her signature red color that was displayed in her outfits.
"you know you not due on stage for anotha' 30 minutes, right?" Destiny asked, raising a brow, as Simone nodded her head and let out a soft chuckle.
"Divine always gotta' stay ready, boo. you know that." Simone smirked, referencing her stage name, as she playfully smacked her own ass and Destiny laughed at her before shaking her head.
"stayin' ready fa' Raquel, huh?" Destiny joked, smirking widely, as Simone smacked her lips and her posture stiffened, her face scrunching up at the sound of that woman's name while Destiny guffawed at the change in her demeanor.
to keep it brief: Raquel and Simone used to be a thing, and their fling was as toxic as ever. there would be lots of arguing, lots of breaking up, and lots of making up â until one day, the making up stopped and the two never reconciled again.
Simone had no problem with the business Raquel ran and honestly tried her best not to be involved in it, despite often being questioned by Detective Burke and other officers about her involvement with Raq. but once they stopped speaking, Simone deaded everything between them. she stopped speaking to her, stopped returning her calls, and just started avoiding her as much as she could whenever she was out, which included ignoring her brothers, but she still spoke to her son and her niece whenever she saw them.
Simone could no longer stay in that toxic environment anymore, and with the police constantly spying on her and trying to "catch" her doing something illegal, that just made it worse. so she did what she thought was best and left the environment for good.
but knowing Raq, Simone knew there was only a matter of time before she tried to weasel her way back into her life, and she'd be gullible enough to fall for it.
"i ain't mean to kill ya high, girl, c'mon! come get a drink wit' me!" Destiny giggled as she grabbed Simone's hand and led her to the door while Simone secretly mugged the girl behind her back.
"yeah, you owe me one after bringin' that shit up."
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"...then that bitch had the nerve to push me, girl, i was 'bout to bash her muh'fuckin' head in, she clearly ain't know who she was fuckin' wit'!" Destiny scoffed, recounting an interaction with one of their coworkers that happened when Simone was off, as she shook her head and Simone chuckled while taking a sip of her drink.
"i'm tellin' you, Des', bitches around here always fuck with bitches who they know can beat they ass just for a lil' bit of street cred'. they don't fool me wit' that shit, i'on play that fuck shit," Simone chuckled, pushing a few of her braids behind her shoulder, as "I'm Still Waiting" by Jodeci began to play in the club and Simone raised a brow, shaking her head before scoffing, "outta' all the songs, why the DJ play this shit? c'mon now, man."
"must be a sign, babygirl." Destiny winked, making Simone mug her, as Destiny laughed and Simone chugged her drink, slamming the glass down like a shot glass while she cleared her throat.
â IT'S BEEN SO LONG SINCE I TOUCHED A LADY, AND I'M STILL WAITING FOR YOU TO COME BACK TO ME, BABY. â
"i'm 'bout to get pissed off," Simone mumbled, making Destiny burst out laughing, as Simone turned to Eleanor â the bartender â and gently pushed her glass toward her, "refill, please, Ellie."
"before you get that refill, lemme' holla' at you real quick, Simone." a familiar voice called out as Destiny nearly caught whiplash turning around and her eyes locked on Raquel, making her laughter intensify while she nudged Simone with her elbow.
"Raq', i ain't got shit to say to youâ"
"well, i got a lot to say to you. so, bring ya ass on." Raquel interrupted the woman as Simone raised a brow and looked back at her, looking her up and down before scoffing.
"i'll be back, y'all." Simone mumbled, making Destiny smirk, as Simone side-eyed Destiny and mugged her before hopping off the stool, adjusting her skirt on her ass before walking behind Raquel.
as soon as the two walked out of the door, Raquel grabbed Simone by the arm and pushed her up against her white truck, making Simone's eyebrows furrow while she looked between Raquel's firm grip and dark eyes.
"Raq', if you don't getâ"
"stop callin' me that, Simone, you know i hate that shit," Raquel demanded, her voice as firm as her grip on Simone's arm, "the streets been talkin' lately. and they been tellin' me you fuckin' with somebody else. that true?"
"as if that's any of your business." Simone mumbled, rolling her eyes, as Raquel chuckled and let go of her arm, gripping her neck instead and resting her thumb on her chin to lift her head.
"it is my fuckin' business, the fuck you talkin' 'bout? you foreva' gon' be my girl, Simone, get that shit through yo' thick ass skull," Raquel growled, leaning in closer to the girl, as Simone folded her lips together and looked into the woman's eyes, seeing nothing but anger and slight lust, "but since you got muh'fuckin' amnesia all of a sudden, i'll happily remind you of who the fuck you belong to."
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"R-Raquel!" Simone cried, her thighs beginning to burn while she rode the strap, as Raquel wrapped her hand around Simone's neck and yanked her head up before it could fall back.
"uh-uh. look at me, Simone,"Â Raquel demanded, lightly slapping the girl's face, as Simone whimpered and her low eyes locked with Raquel's fiery ones, "you think you can just go around givin' my shit away? huh? you thought i wasn't gon' hear about that shit? you must take me for a dumb muh'fucka', don't you?"
to tell the truth, Simone did start talking to someone new not too long ago. did they have sex yet? unfortunately, yes â and i say "unfortunately" because they were ultimately not good enough in bed â definitely not as good as Raq â and didn't fully satisfy Simone's needs, which led her to regret opening up her legs in the first place.
did Simone know Raq would find out? of course, she did â solely because Raquel finds out everything.
"you belong to me. your body belongs to me. and you better believe that pussy belongs to me too, Simone. so, don't fuckin' play mind games wit' me and think i won't find out about the shit you do," Raquel growled as she began to thrust up into Simone from underneath her, "you think my guys still don't keep tabs on you? on where you been? on where you at? on who you been wit' and where y'all been? huh?"
"R-Raquelâ"
"shut the fuck up when i'm talkin'," Raquel grumbled, roughly slapping her ass and leaving her handprint behind, as Simone bit down on her bottom lip to keep her eyes from rolling back, "matta' fact, tell me who you gave my pussy to since you wanna talk when i'm talkin'. use that pretty lil' mouth, Simone."
Simone went quiet, her teeth digging deeply into her bottom lip and almost drawing blood from it, as Raquel glared at her and began thrusting at a quicker and rougher rate, her eyes narrowing in slight irritation while she stared at the brown-skinned girl on her lap.
"i-it was a g-girl from th-the Bulletproof R-Records sh-showcase!" Simone yelped, feeling the tip of the strap roughly jab into her g-spot several times, as Raquel raised a brow at her and chuckled darkly, shaking her head while she tightened the grip on her neck.
"Lou's showcase? and you thought i wasn't gon' find out, Simone? i look fuckin' stupid to you or somethin'?" Raquel growled, furrowing her brows, as she harshly slapped the girl's other asscheek and left another handprint, "all my peoples was in that bitch that night and you thought nobody was gon' tell me 'bout the wack ass bitch tryna' make moves on my girl?"
"n-nooooooo!" Simone sobbed, stray tears beginning to roll down her rosy brown cheeks, as Raquel smirked sadistically watching the tears roll down her face, knowing she was starting to get to the girl, "i-i'm about toâ"
"you're about to hold that shit, that's what you gon' do," Raquel chuckled bitterly as she abruptly stopped her thrusts and lightly tilted her head at her, "you out here fuckin' otha' bitches and think i'ma let you cum? you must really be fuckin' crazy, Simone."
"no, no, no â please! i'm sorry, Raquel, i won't give yo' pussy away no more, just don't leave me like this," Simone begged, looking at the woman with teary eyes, as Raquel looked at her with a blank stare, that same smirk still written on her face, "...please, baby?"
"that "baby" shit not 'bout to work on me right now, Simone. you want that nut? you betta' work for it," Raquel chuckled, raising a brow, as she caressed her hip with her fingertips, "betta' put these hips to good use, mama."
Simone gently bit down on her bottom lip as she gripped Raquel's shoulders, her acrylics crazing the woman's bra straps while she began to bounce at a steady pace. Raquel continued to grip Simone's neck as she held her head up, refusing to let her look away from her eyes â and to be honest, Simone was afraid to because Raquel was unpredictable. Simone bounced and rolled her hips on the strap as her eyebrows lightly furrowed and her eyes slightly fluttered, her lips sitting ajar while Raquel licked her lips at her.
"there you go, pretty mama. work for that nut like a good girl." Raquel praised, that same smirk still on her face, as she rubbed Simone's sore, red asscheeks and Simone whimpered at the contact, her walls contracting around the strap while her orgasm snuck up on her for a second time â and Raquel could sense that it pending because Simone started riding faster and rougher than before.
"you gon' cum, baby? hm? you gettin' your reward for ya work?" Raquel cooed as Simone rapidly nodded her head and her jaw sat open while involuntary moans and cries fell from her mouth, "promise me somethin' and i'll let you cum, Simone."
"a-anything!" Simone didn't realize the potential risk of the answer to Raquel's statement, and honestly, she didn't care. she couldn't focus on anything else but getting her orgasm, and if she had to promise something to Raquel, she'd do it, no questions asked.
Raquel chuckled tauntingly and her smirk widened as she leaned in closer to Simone and rested her forehead on hers, watching her struggle to hold eye contact with a smug look in her eyes.
"Don't give my shit to nobody else."
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Are you still doing the Fantasy hcs? If not just ignore this
What would a dragon trainer au be like? Like how the military uses dogs, but dragons instead!
Maybe a dragon trainer reader, but Ghost is also a dragon trainer (definitely has a dragon named Riley đ) so reader and ghost instantly click.. They exchange training tips and help each other with their dragons. But both havee social anxiety, so 141 has to try and get them to confess?
Scales and Feathers
I HAVE BEEN DYING TO WRITE THIS. DAMN.
Warnings: NSFW 18+ under the NSFW written in bright red, you really can't miss it.
You walked around, gear too heavy on your skin. Anxiety bit your flesh like a million fire ants. You weren't used to this. Sure, you were part of the military with Gaia, your beautiful white fluffy dragon, but nothing remotely close to a special task force. When captain price walked in on you training, his stunning leopard dragon behind him, Seraphim, as he called her, was much smaller than Gaia. Big enough for a rider like Price though.Â
You looked up at the sky, Gaia happily flying around, taking in the new base from the sky. You smiled, holding your hands behind your back. At the corner of your sight, a black spiky dragon joined the cloud tainted blue, flying close by. Your heartbeat quickened, watching them circling each other. He was large. Bigger than Gaia. Even from your spot on the ground you could see the bright red and gold eyes shining.Â
"Breathe. Riley won't hurt him."
You spun around at the sound, eyes falling into a masked face.Â
"Her.." you corrected in a small voice.Â
He crossed his arms, stepping to you.Â
"Sorry. Her." He corrected looking up as well.Â
You watched the big dark dragon flying right behind her, trying to nibble playfully at her fluffy feathered tail. Gaia seemed to react according to her character however, a bone shaking growl erupting from the sky, a warning. You shook your head.Â
"S.. sorry⊠she has her character⊠Gaia!" You apologized, calling your irritated, incredibly large, ball of fur, down.Â
Her wings rose up the dust of the ground as you stepped towards her. The black dragon followed to the ground, to his own trainer. Gaia stood behind you, eying the spikey Riley. She seemed to think that stepping behind you was enough to hide her, despite her big frame being almost 20 times too large.Â
Riley seemed interested as Gaia hissed from behind you.Â
"Gaia⊠don't be a brat⊠he just wants to be friendsâŠ" you scolded her in a soft tone.Â
She huffed a breath in your direction, making your hair fly. You chuckled at her temper.Â
"Riley isn't usually this friendly. I'm sorry. I'll keep him in check."Â
Your attention turned back to the man.Â
"Oh, it's ok. She has to learn to play nice. She'll get to know him eventually." You smiled at him, his imposing frame making you somehow shy. He nodded your way. A heavy silence settled in between the two of you, only broken moments later by Riley sending a huff of smoke towards Gaia in a teasing way. Gaia growled again.
"Riley.." the man called in a warning tone.Â
"I see you two are making friends already."Â
The both of you turned to Price and Seraphim. You smiled, tension rising again.Â
"Miss Y/N, this is Lieutenant Simon Ghost Riley. He is part of squad 141. Simon, this is our new addition to the team. Y/N and Gaia." He introduced with one of his signature smiles. You turned to Ghost, smiling. He nodded your way. In the background, soft bickering of two dragons was constantly heard.Â
After a few weeks, things had started to calm down however. Gaia had somehow accepted Riley's constant teasing. Despite the fact that he was older and bigger than her, he seemed to be submissive to her when she deemed that enough was enough. Ghost seemed to eye the situation with curiosity, to everyone's opinion, it was uncharacteristic of Riley to behave like this. You understood the meaning of these words when you noticed the stance of the dragon when he had to deal with Soap or Gaz's one.Â
In the meantime, you used this brand new relationship in between the two big beasts to train them together. You were slightly frightened at first, the Lieutenant seemed to be a man of few words and with a grip of steel. He seemed to keep his eyes on you very often. However, it was still nice to be able to train with someone as experienced as him. Gaia herself seemed to enjoy his presence and you were happy about it. For as much as Riley also enjoyed your presence, Gaia didn't allow him much room to get near you.Â
Another training session came to an end, holding your water bottle in hand as you watched the two dragons roll over each other in a friendly fight. The ground shook softly as they battled. Ghost walked next to you as he also eyed the two fire breathers.Â
"Kids.." he mumbled.Â
You giggled a bit, the sound gaining his attention. You blushed under his gaze that you tried to hold for a few seconds. The tension was sizzling in between the both of you.Â
"I-"
"Thank-"Â
You smiled as you both interrupted each other. You looked away as he cleared his throat.Â
"Go on." He ordered. You smiled, god was he always so bossy.Â
"Thank you, for the training tips⊠It helps a lot." You said.Â
"Your training tips as well. Especially with a grumpy asshole like Riley." He mumbled.Â
You chuckled, taking an unconscious step closer to him.Â
"He's not mean!" You defended.Â
"Because he's acting like a kid when Gaia is around." He pointed out.Â
"Hm.. do you think he has a crush on her?" You asked, the question holding heavy meaning. He looked down at you, holding your gaze for a second.Â
"MaybeâŠ" he answered in a low rumble.Â
The sound made the air get caught in your lungs. The feeling of his gloved hand against your tight pants, right up against your thigh was sending waves of electricity through you. A screech made you both snap your head towards the dragons.Â
You were instantly worried watching as Gaia hissed threateningly at Riley who stepped back, his head lowered. What made a wave of fear run through you was the way Gaia held her paw close to her body. You instantly ran to her, Ghost close behind. You inspected the paw, a little scratch with droplets of blood making your eyes widen. It was large, for a human. To Gaia, it was probably just a little scratch.Â
"RILEY!" You heard Ghost scold.Â
You took a glance back, inspecting Riley who looked angrily at Ghost, as he sat pouting. You noticed the little blood on one of his spikes. It wasn't intentionalâŠÂ
"SimonâŠ"Â
His body seemed tense, hearing you call his name but he looked at you.Â
"It's ok, it's just a scratch, he didn't mean it. Look" you pointed towards one of the spikes.Â
He understood the situation.Â
"Riley. You have to be careful when you play." He scolded again.Â
You pet Gaia as she lowered her head to you.Â
"Now now⊠you're being a little baby.. you had much worseâŠ" you teased.Â
She huffed another breath towards you, making your hair fly. You smiled at her.Â
"Come on⊠he didn't mean it you know itâŠ" you whispered to her.Â
She groaned like an unruly teen before huffing again. However, she somehow decided that you were right as she raised her head, huffing a breath towards Riley, playfully. He cheered up, his tail wagging. Ghost saw it, feeling embarrassed for his dragon.Â
To your surprise, Riley took this little hint of forgiveness to walk back to her, nuzzling her head with his. You were shocked by the sudden display of affection, but mostly, by the way Gaia happily nuzzled back. You watch as Riley licked up the wound in an apologetic way as you stepped back towards Ghost, in total dismay.Â
Perhaps it was that display of affection, pure affection that made you both realize how badly you wanted to do the same for each other. How your hands wanted to hold each other. How you wanted to be in his arms. But you didn't look at each other, too scared to see unreciprocated feelings in each other's eyes.Â
Unfortunately for the both of you, Gaia and Riley's new affection made the both of you spend a lot of time together. Since then, Ghost had retracted, feeling him growing colder and colder. It made you sad. It broke you. You'd try to involve Gaz and Soap to your activities as much as possible, avoiding the aching silence and avoiding gazes.Â
Soap and Gaz had found it extremely funny to see that Gaia and Riley had decided to have their own little thing. Their own dragons were more careful around Gaia to avoid seeing Riley angry. The big white dragon however seemed to have a soothing effect on the scary black one. Somehow just like you had a soothing effect on Simon. It had grown obvious as the months passed, so the current situation was confusing to the both of them. Seeing how you two avoided each other yet sent hidden glances when the other was looking.Â
It was obvious. Incredibly obvious. Price himself found the situation frustrating. He himself wanted to simply yell at the two of you to simply kiss already. Therefore, it was time to do something about it. The plan was set, the two of you being separately asked to meet at the same place. You entered the small windowless room, looking around in the darkness. Confusion set in, Gaz had asked you to help him with a report in this precise room. The sound of the door made you turn around, relief washing over you before it was quickly erased by an anxious feeling.Â
You locked eyes with Simon as he had stepped into the room, looking as confused as you.Â
"WhatâŠ?" He asked.Â
"Hum⊠Gaz asked me⊠to help him." You tried.Â
"Soap-" he didn't finish, groaning as he closed his eyes.Â
Before being able to say anything, the lock was heard. Your eyes widened, looking at Simon and the door repeatedly. He walked to it, trying the door handle who didn't budge.Â
"We're⊠locked in.." you tried. He nodded.Â
You bit your lip, looking around the room. It was an old storage room, old chairs and desks laying around. You sighed, walking to a desk, sitting on top of it.Â
You looked around again, trying to keep your attention on anything but the man standing, his arms crossed over his chest. You tried to look up, noticing his dark gaze on you. It sent a delightful shiver down your spine.Â
"Why⊠are you looking at me like that?" You asked.Â
"Why are you avoiding me?"Â
The question made you freeze. You felt a ping of anger.Â
"Avoiding you?" You repeated.Â
"Yes." He snapped.Â
"You've been hating my presence! How could I not?!" You snapped back. He seemed slightly taken aback.Â
"What do you mean?" He asked.Â
"You've been barely talking to me, during training you don't say more than two orders and you can't even bear to look at me!" The tears rose to your eyes.Â
"Bear to look at you?! Fuck! I can't bear not looking at you!" He took a step closer. "I can't fucking take my eyes off of you. You've been, the only fucking thing on my mindâŠ"Â
You looked up at him, eyes looking for an ounce of lies in his words but you couldn't find none.Â
"Why⊠were you so cold then?" You asked with a little confused frown.
"I⊠couldn't handle you not⊠wanting me tooâŠ" he answered honestly. You frowned again.Â
You closed in the space between the both of your hands holding his face in your hands, making him stare at you, wide eyed. You wanted to say something. Tell him it wasn't true that you desperately wanted him. But the words kept bubbling in your throat, refusing to come out. You noticed a tiny flinch from him, as he was ready to step back. And you panicked. If you couldn't say anything. You'd show him. You brought his face down, rising to your tippy toes to drop a soft kiss on his clothed lips.Â
Time froze. What a cheesy saying. Yet it felt exactly like that. When you separated, the feeling of the fabric on your lip was just as satisfying as it was frustrating. You looked away, embarrassed. His fingers met your chin, softly pushing up to make you look at him. His other hand pulled at his balaclava to bring it to his nose, revealing his mouth. You felt yourself completely melt as his lips finally met yours.Â
You leant on him, your hands on his chest. The feeling of his tongue playing with your lip sent a heat between your legs. A moan escapes your lips making you blush.Â
NSFW.Â
His hands traveled on your sides, featherlight touches on your hips and waist. You needed more. His touch on your skin.Â
"Darling⊠tell me to stop⊠and I will." He groaned against your neck.Â
"Don't you dare stop SimonâŠ"Â
You felt the grin on his lips on the skin of your neck. He stepped forwards bringing you closer to a desk until your ass touched the edge. He grabbed your waist, pulling you up to sit you on it. You spread your thigh, allowing him to settle in between. His lips traveled, leaving kisses and bites on your neck until they found your lips once more. The more he kissed you, like he craved every inch of your body, the more you let him explore with the most relaxed moans you could mutter.Â
His hands found the hem of your shirt, snaking underneath to feel the skin, warm and full of goosebumps.Â
"SimonâŠ" you breathed out.Â
He looked back at you, unsure of his next step, wondering if you wanted him to stop.Â
You saw the hesitation in his eyes, your own hands reaching for your shirt to remove it fully, allowing him to see your pretty black bra.Â
"ShitâŠ" he hissed. He leaned down, teeth and lips at your collar bone, making you giggle and gasp. You felt him reach for his shirt as he separated just long enough to throw it over his head. You pulled back as he frowned. Your eyes traveled up and down his chest, your hands following the path they chased. Scars littered the beautiful skin, black faded ink bringing a tint more of danger to his stance. His muscles flexed under your touch, his breath quickening. His hand wrapped softly around your wrists.Â
"Baby⊠let me touch you pleaseâŠ" he groaned.Â
"Can't I touch you too?" You teased.Â
"Fuck⊠love you'll get to touch me whenever you fucking want⊠all of me. But please, right now let me make you mine." The last word was growled against your lips before he captured them into a hot kiss. You hummed against him, your legs wrapping around his waist to bring him closer. You could feel his hard length through his pants.Â
The way he slowly unclasped your bra, in a teasing way made you whine. His fingers felt cold, adrenaline rushing through him. Your nipples were hard from the excitement and freshness of them. He pinched and rolled them softly making you whimper and squirm. He let go of your lips in a little smirk, his eyes never leaving your as he lowered himself to lick one of your nipples. You sighed, biting your lip. He hummed against your skin fully taking it in his mouth.Â
You let your head fall back the feeling of him sucking and biting softly making you shiver and buck unto him.Â
"Simon⊠pleaseâŠ" you moaned. He chuckled.Â
"I know princess, I know⊠I'm impatient too."Â
The button of your pants was taken off, you raised your hips, helping him remove the annoying fabric, leaving you in panties when you kicked off your boots. Every little touch felt like too much yet not enough. The feeling of your hands resting against his chest made you ache for more, his grip on your flesh almost bruising now.Â
His hand met the soft fabric of your panties, much too soaked already. You hummed against his lips, two of his fingers rubbing softly through the black panties. You rolled your hips desperate for more. He chuckled as he pushed the fabric aside, his two fingers now rubbing your clit in soft slow circles. You moaned, kissing his neck and biting his pulse there. The groan it elicited from him made you want to hear more. He granted you a finger at your entrance, pushing past to give you more.Â
"SimonâŠ" you whined.Â
He kissed your temple, adding a second finger as his thumb still caressed your soft clit. He used his fingers to pump in and out, stretching you. His fingers grazed the perfect spot that made your hips jolt forward.Â
"Found it." He grumbled against your ear.Â
His new little treasure at the tip of his fingers now his perfect little plaything. He curled and rubbed at that sensitive spot, chills and trembles overtaking your body. You wanted to return the favor, your hand cupping him through his pants. He grunted, hips bucking into your hands as you rubbed him. It only encouraged him in his torturous touch, the feeling of your orgasm creeping over you.Â
"S..Simon⊠I'm.." you tried.Â
"I know baby. Go on. Let me feel it." He whispered, his eyes planted on yours.Â
The wave of pleasure was deafening, your ears ringing as your mouth fell open in loud moans. You tried to keep eye contact but couldn't help letting your head fall back.Â
"Good girl. Such a good girl for me." He praised.Â
His fingers left your aching cunt, bringing him to his lips so he could taste you. He groaned at the taste, licking greedily.Â
"Fuck⊠I'm going to get addicted to this.."Â
You tried to hop off the desk, wanting nothing more than to return the favor.Â
"Nu-uh. Where are you going little dove?" He asked.Â
"I want to return the favorâŠ" you answered, licking your lips.Â
His shoulders flexed for a second.Â
"Not now. I told you. I want to make you mine. Today is about you. And my cock filling you up."Â
He had a keen sense of making you flustered with the things he said, right before capturing your lips like it was nothing. You rolled your hips against him, making him bite your lower lip softly. You giggled, feeling him separate. His hand on your stomach pushed you down on your back. You looked up at him as he lowered himself, teeth grazing and lips sucking at your inner thighs.Â
"Simon⊠Please stop teasingâŠ" he didn't answer, continuing his attack on your plush skin. "Simon make me yours!" You whined, your patience running out.Â
He replied with a stronger bite, making you yelp before he stood again, towering you. The sight was divine, the man standing in between your legs, as his hands reached for his belt. The sound of it unbuckling made your heart jump, the promise of more only fueling the scorching warmth running though you. He lowered his pants, his boxer as well, his member finally free.Â
"Shit.." you mumbled.Â
"Thank you." He grinned.Â
You felt the blood rush to your cheeks. Big yes. Thick? Good lord⊠You couldn't look away as he pumped himself a few times, the glistening drops at his tip smearing. You licked your lips again, wondering how it would taste on your tongue. He saw it. That little hidden movement. He brought his tip closer to your clit rubbing up and down with it as his fingers found your hole, two fingers slipping in easily. He pumped them a few times, making you gasp and moan.Â
"Simon!" You whined again.Â
"I know. But got to prepare you. Don't want to hurt youâŠ"Â
You felt your heart swell at his words. Strained voice as he tried to not give in to the pure need to be in you. When his fingers made their way out, coating his length with your sticky juices before bringing the tip at your entrance you almost felt like you'd moan right there. His thumb hovered over your clit ready to ease the tension.Â
"You alright baby?" He asked, making you look at him.Â
"Yes⊠please SimonâŠ" you begged.Â
He smiled, bucking his hips slowly, the tip pushing through your entrance at the slowest pace. He took his time, slowly easing himself into your tight warmth as he teased your sensitive bud to help with the burning stretch. Bottoming out, he groaned, gritting his teeth.Â
"Fuck⊠so tightâŠ" he hissed.
You felt so full, god it only made you feel completely owned by him. You rolled your hisp begging for him to move, but his hands reached for your hips, firmly keeping them down.Â
"Baby⊠let it adjustâŠ" he tried.Â
You whined. He was on his last string of patience, holding back. You rolled your hips again and he pulled out before slamming back into earning something in between a yelp and moan from you.Â
" 'nough playingâŠ" he warned.Â
He started at a steady pace, his hips thrusting into you deep as he held onto your thighs. The desk shook, noise mixing with the whimpers, moans and grunts. Cursed blessings spilling from lips out of divine pleasure. You held onto his forearms, nails softly scratching there.Â
The chanting of his name wasn't enough. Your eyes never left each other, feelings shared by iris and blown pupils, little frowns and twitches, mouth agape. Full trust in gazes that made it more than just pleasure. It was abandonment. Kneeling and serving each other as a pledge of something far more than just affection.Â
He pulled you closer to the edge of the desk, giving his thrust better access to you while he could lean down to bite and kiss your neck. Your arms around his back, hands and claws left pretty red fiery marks. You couldn't contain your voice anymore, if the boys were outside then damned my they be. After all, it was only the consequences of their actions, their little plan. And fuck were you glad of that little plan.Â
His bit down on a sensitive spots where your pulse vibrated, making your arch your back and your plush walls pulse around him. It brought you to the edge as he sucked little marks on your skin.Â
"S..imonâŠ" you moaned.Â
He raised his head, forehead on your as he kept his pace, only changing angle to better hit your little spot. You were trembling your orgasm ready to wash over you. His own thrusts faltered, his groans louder. You kissed him, your legs wrapping tightly around his waist. He only separated for a second to breathe. A little second where he growled against your lips, sending you into a blinding orgasm.Â
"Mine"
Ears ringing and cheeks tingling you let out the most pornographic moan you've ever heard echoing from your throat. It sent him over the edge, two powerful thrust making pulse and twitch as he filled your womb with his warm seed.Â
Both panting, you remained like this, holding each other.Â
"SimonâŠ" you whined through heavy breaths.Â
"Yes baby?"Â
"Does⊠this meanâŠ" you tried.Â
"That you're mine? That I'm yours? That I'm never leaving you out of my sight ever again? Absolutely."Â
You smiled against his lips, a little tired chuckle escaping past yours. Your phones vibrated, a little sound that brought you both back to reality. He grinned, dropping a kiss to your lips before straightening himself and slowly pulling out. You gasped as he groaned, his fingers immediately reaching to push back his cum inside making you blush. He grabbed his phone checking the messages while bringing your leg to his shoulder so he could drop kisses on it.Â
"Price is reminding us that it's training time and that we're lateâŠ" he chuckled.Â
"Oh!" You remembered.Â
He smirked.Â
"Come on love let's go then."Â
"B..but! Simon! I'mâŠ" you blushed again.Â
"Full of my cum?" He teased. "Guess you'll have to handle it until training is over" he winked with a devilish grin.Â
Damn that man.Â
During the training session, Gaia could feel and probably smell it. She kept nudging your stomach, making you incredibly embarrassed in front of the team, while Riley looked proudly at his trainer as if he was congratulating him. He was probably seeing it as if Simon had claimed you and bred you which only made you blush even more. Simon was gloating over himself in a silent proud stance as you tried your best to ignore the wetness in between your thighs.Â
#fanfics#fanfiction#fanfic#simon ghost riley#simon riley#ghost cod#cod mw2#simon ghost riley smut#cod fantasy AU
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!!penacony and aventurine story spoilers!!
most aventurine enjoyers pair him off with ratio, sunday, or topaz, but consider:
aventurine and gepard.
sure, it's extremely rare pair, but the POTENTIAL. especially for the fluff-loving found family enjoyers. hear me out...
gepard is a family man. come on, his weapon is his big sister's guitar case - it's obvious he looks up to serval a lot. he hums serval's songs, visits often, and is overprotective over lynx. he loves his family and belobog, and that's why he wants to protect and preserve them. sounds familiar?
meanwhile, serval is THE big sister. she protects gepard (see landau's choice light cone), she loves him, and she has a good sibling relationship with gepard. don't tell me serval wouldn't give the kind of comfort similar to what aventurine's big sister gave to him before she passed!! she totally would!!
aventurine also has a doting side - he takes care of catcakes!! i swear he'll be such a doting brother in law to lynx and he will do everything he can to spoil lynx. and not just lynx - most likely all the children in belobog (clara!! hook!!).
imagine aventurine being incorporated into a healthy family like the landaus. he was enslaved when he was fairly young, and he barely ever had a proper childhood. imagine him catching up with all the comforts of childhood that he missed. him finally being able to live a life for him, with the people who cares for him. him finally being able to take a moment to properly grieve over the things he's lost.
i think the fact that gepard demonstrates his care through actions than words also helps aventurine a lot. aventurine knows words are unreliable at best, his own mostly wielded as weapons. gepard isn't big on sweet words, but he cares so much, and you can see it in his interactions with everyone. he's a bit awkward and shy (at least compared to the others), but i think that would make aventurine feel more comfortable - since gepard is a gentleman who would never really force aventurine to do anything he doesn't want to do.
i think gepard also needs someone like aventurine. someone who would protect his family as fiercely as he does. someone who can hold his own, someone formidable. but also has wounds that he can understand (not entirely, but he can imagine losing serval and lynx would wound him immeasurably). aventurine probably will also be able to get gepard to relax some, to enjoy the little things. because aventurine enjoys them like it's his first time and gepard gains a newfound appreciation over it.
imagine them defending their family and their planet together. having family dinners with serval and lynx regularly. movie nights. all the mundane things everyone else tends to take for granted but they wouldn't trade for the world. gepard will be okay with the fact aventurine cannot travel freely - he refuses to go to xianzhou and sends luka instead for the wardance, dude is happy to be in belobog the rest of his life.
i feel like both of them can see and understand each other and take care of each other. and aventurine can finally have to himself a family that will not be taken away from him, because endangering belobog means angering astral express and the xianzhou.
further, consider:
- aventurine goes camping with lynx and meets the snow bear cub
- gepard drawing aventurine with his signature poster drawing style
- aventurine playing with hook and clara
- aventurine learning how to play instruments or fix machines under serval's tutelage
- aventurine bamboozling gepard by throwing coins at fragmentum monsters during battle
- aventurine reading pela's fanfictions and narrating it in glee to pela's mortification
- aventurine holding a belated funeral for his family, with his new family in attendance. gepard promising that he'll protect aventurine and the things dear to him.
thank you for coming to my ted talk!
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ALIEN SKINCARE. v! blue lock/male! reader. originally posted on quotev. masterlist.
CHAPTER IV. JUST KICK THE DAMN BALL, PERCHANCE.
Just as youâre about to wonder if youâre ever going to actually play football in this place, since itâs been around three days of doing nothing but various physical tests, Ego is helpful enough to announce that the results of those have been finalized. Thus, your rankings have changed as well. By your reasoning, if each team got one member kicked off during the first test, that would mean that you should bump up by quite a few rankings.
Your hypothesis is proven correct, as the number on your shirt rises by twenty five places.Â
His goal point system is interesting as well. You decide to set getting a proper bed as your first objective, as those shitty futons are disastrous for your back. And an unhealthy back means an underwhelming football performance, and you canât have that. That, additionally to this peculiar uneasiness thatâs been plaguing you ever since you arrived, was bound to only bring you down.
But that was a worry for later.
You had already assumed that Blue Lock was going to be an intense environment, and Ego proved you right. The rules of the so-called First Selection were rather cutthroat, intending to further aid in sowing the seeds of desperation within participants as it went on. Truly an eat-or-be-eaten situation.Â
You canât say that youâre against it.Â
Then, the weird man proceeds to drop the biggest bomb of all -it being that your first match as Team V would be held in less than two hours.Â
The screen returns into its initial pitch black state, and the entire room is thrown into disarray.
Well. A good part of the room. Some of you are much less affected by the sudden revelation than the rest. For your part, youâre sitting down on your futon, attempting (and failing) to find the most comfortable position. You really need that deluxe bed, huh.
Detachedly, your sight lands upon the âanalystâ. Of course, he doesnât seem worried at all, though from what youâve seen, Karasu isnât the type to show it visibly, even if he was perturbed by something. You can easily tell that heâs thinking of something, grinding of gears almost audible in the realm of reality. How cool, you think humorously, itâs our âweakestâ thatâs trying to be rational about this.
The majority of your team is pacing around restlessly by now, complaining in vain about not knowing how to build a team of all forwards. Someone even suggests playing rock-paper-scissors to decide who will be playing each position, which sounds like such a deliberate attempt at reducing your chances of winning it almost makes you laugh out loud.Â
Sone, the guy signed into your memory due to his less-than-impressive performance during the initial exam, looks incredibly tense. Like, tense enough that you think if you poked him on the shoulder right now, heâd have a heart attack and die. His polar opposite is found in Otoya, who is lying on his back, entirely unbothered as he twists his signature green strand of hair between his fingers. His nonchalance is truly extraordinary.
At some point, somebody walks up to you and asks for your opinion as the âstrongestâ (as if some stupid number actually meant anything). In all honesty, you didnât spare a single thought on how to proceed, as you had spent the past few minutes lamenting your shitty living conditions, so youâre kinda stuck on what to say. Not for long however, as you are nothing if not an improviser, and also a person who uses others to save your own skin when the time calls for it. Thus, the most logical decision is to throw someone under the bus. And there is only one candidate for it.Â
âI think Karasu-kun already has an idea.â You smile. âSo letâs hear what he has to say first.âÂ
All inhabitants of Room V collectively turn to look at the mentioned boy. He sends you a look thatâs too quick for you to interpret. Even you find yourself rather curious, especially with how relaxed Karasu seemed to be, almost as if he already had the entire game in the bag.
âPuttinâ the spotlight on me like that ⊠are ya tryinâ to embarrass me?â Karasu smirks, clearly not even close to being embarrassed. You simply continue smiling.Â
âNo, not at all. Iâm just saying that I think youâre the best person for the job.â
âAnd what made ya think that? Not that I mind the compliment.â
Unwilling to unravel the methods of your reasoning, you only shrug lightly. âIâm simply a very intuitive person.â
âShould ya really be relyinâ on intuition right now? Who knows, maybe Iâm the biggest buffoon in the room.â
Your smile widens. âThen Iâll put my trust in the buffoon.âÂ
Karasu actually does laugh at this. The others, however, are far from laughing, and are feeling like this supposed strategy meeting is getting derailed into a session of bickering between you two. Which is happening at the most inopportune time possible. And yet, no one seems to want to speak up, as if what you and Karasu are discussing is of some great importance. Even Otoya stood up to observe the event.
Karasuâs eyes meet your form with an intensity that would unsettle most people. But you-youâve felt worse. After seemingly debating something with himself, he finally speaks up again. âWell, letâs see if yer intuition is worth anythinâ, or if yer a naive dumbass.â And he ends it at that.Â
Thereâs a miniscule twitch in your brow. But whatever. If the scales donât tip in your favor, youâll force them to. âThe stage is yours, Karasu-kun.â
Karasu makes a sarcastic bowing motion. âMany thanks, Mr. Angel.â
This bullshit again? You swear, that weirdo has done irreparable damage to your image. You can only hope that your stupid nickname wonât spread amongst people, because you donât know how much cheesiness your psyche can take before you do something unpresentable.Â
But youâll brush that off for now, as it seems like Karasu is about to finally say something worthwhile.Â
âThe other teamâs probably jusâ as unprepared as we are.â He begins, even and collected in his delivery of what could possibly make or break your future career. âWhich means theyâll have buncha holes in their plays-if we poke at those weaknesses enough, theyâll topple right over.â
Everyone seems to find this reasonable enough. You do think itâs a sound start to a strategy.Â
âBut thatâs not enough, right?â You ask, tone as serene as always, but youâre guessing that Karasu can notice the almost challenging suggestion behind it. âWe canât just bet on our opponentâs incompetency to win.â
Karasu snorts in turn. âDuh, obviously. I was gettinâ to that.â And heâs grinning. What a cheeky bastard. âEven if they manage to make a workinâ team, thereâs always those whoâre lagginâ behind. The mediocre ones.âÂ
The way he accentuates mediocre is no different than the rest of his sentence, but you feel a particular importance put into it. Mediocrity ⊠Those who continue to be plagued by it wonât make it far into Blue Lock.Â
Youâre already forming some kind of picture of who Karasu is as a player. Once more, you feel anticipation blossom within your chest like a late flower, although you squash it before it takes full form. Such clear-cut strategic playing ⊠is it truly what youâre looking for?Â
âUh ⊠thatâs nice and all,â some brunette with an unfortunate haircut cuts in. âBut how are we supposed to decide whoâll play which position? Weâre all forwards!âÂ
As patient as you strive to be, it doesnât stop you from thinking that some people need to use their ears (and brains) more than their mouths. Could he not wait, for like, a minute at best? Karasu obviously got the planning covered, and he wasnât stupid enough to skip over the critical part of the entire process. But whatever, it is what it is. You make no move to acknowledge his rather useless addition to the conversation.Â
Karasu graces the questionably-intelligent specimen with a proper response, at least. âSince most donât have experince when it comes to playinâ different positions, each one of us should think of somethinâ theyâre good at that they can use in the match.â
âSo something thatâs our âweaponâ?â Otoya pipes in. Youâre surprised that he was even listening at all.
Karasu nods. âSure, letâs call it that. Everyone, think of yer weapon.â
Wow, what assertiveness. Seems like he fell into the leadership role with no problem. It appears that the rest of your teammates had the same thought, since they all turned to think about their new âassignmentâ.
That includes you too, as youâre, shamefully enough, stuck with the dilemma of what exactly you excel at enough for you to share. The abrupt feeling of ⊠youâre not sure what, as it twists your insides with something akin to shame, uncertainity, dissatisfaction, irritation, and a plethora of other unpleasant things. But you manage to supress it all, or rather tuck away for later. Personal feelings of weakness mean jack shit on the field. If you bring them in, be ready to leave with nothing but a scorching loss on your hands.Â
Of course you have useful skills. Youâre you.
So you manage to land on something youâd describe as a weapon.Â
When itâs your turn to share, you put on your best face as you speak. âOther than my flexibility and balance, Iâd say my playmaking is pretty good.â
Karasu then proceeds to stare at you in silence for a good minute, enough to make you feel awkward and oddly violated as he keeps trying to pry into your very being with only his gaze. You show no signs of discomfort, of course, although you raise your eyebrow in question as he continues to attempt to psychoanalyse you or whatever he is doing. You truly had no clue. What a guy.
âAnd yer shooting, striker?â
Well, his rather interrogative question strikes you as quite odd, since he seemed to accept everyoneâs answers without any fanfare except for yours. Is he trying to provoke you? You bet he is. Heâs trying to throw you off balance, like a lowlaying hunter waiting for its prey to misstep. What an underhanded method! No wonder his entire philosophy hinged on attacking the weakest. A viable, rational way to go about things, yet it still doesnât sit right with you.Â
You donât know why, however.Â
Your lack of reasoning greatly bothers you.Â
âWhat about my shooting?â You seep out sweetly. Maybe you overdo it, because it sounds forced even to your ears. You belatedly notice the team that observes you two with keen interest.Â
âNothinâ.â Karasu fires back just as coolly. âYa just seem like the typa guy thatâs realâ proud of his strikinâ ability.âÂ
Okay, now youâre beginning to get annoyed. This is exactly why you canât last long around people like Karasu; so self-assured in their capability to tear others apart, ignoring all that is wrapped around oneâs core as if it meant nothing. Was he suspecting that you were hiding something? Was he theorizing that you were the star actor of some arbitrary play, with him being the only member of the audience to be aware that whatâs presented in front of them is not reality, but a farce? As if.Â
With the best of your ability, you mold your expression into something that could be described as sheepish. You even throw in a nervous laugh, as a bonus. âIs that really the impression I give off? To be honest, I donât think Iâm good enough to be boasting around.âÂ
With the way something in Karasuâs eyes changes, youâd think he had hit a jackpot. And he probably did, you think, in his own roundabout way.Â
âWeâll see if yer good or not once the match starts.â He says, as if itâs that easy.
The ending of your little exchange feels like a bitter loss on your part. Even if you choose every step of your act carefully, itâs greatly aggravating how easily Karasu seems to be able to come in and push against you. Truly a bothersome crow. Youâd throw rocks at it.
Of course, he is also in charge of everyoneâs positions. So it does come as a bit of a shock when Otoya of all people gets chosen as the center forward. Was your assumption about there being some type of animosity between them wrong? Or were they simply mature enough to put that aside on the field?Â
Whatever it is, itâs fine by you.
You make your way to the pitch with the resignation of a man joining the losing side of a war.Â
Itâs the same as always, which saddens you in some way. You wish you could feel the jitters of excitement, or even nervousness, yet your heart is as steady as ever. Even recalling the rules of Blue Lock does little stir you up; perhaps getting eliminated is fine, if you manage to find what sort of football makes you feel like a living being, and not a paper doll given consciousness.Â
Your opponents stride towards you with as much confidence as they can muster up. When you look them all over, yet no one seems to stand out. Still, you hope for an outlier to appear, someone who could make you feel weak in the knees after the game.Â
(Alas, there is no cold-hearted forward with long eyelashes to steal your breath out of your lungs this time.)
Team Y moves in a rather standard way, with a few of their members sharing passes as they begin their attack. Surprisingly, they seem to be rather coherent as a team, or at least coordinated enough to not trip over themselves for possession of the ball. As per Karasuâs plan that he so gracefully shared with the rest of you, Team V falls back into defense.Â
You do a quick scan of those on the field. Everyone is at their positions, moving as smoothly as possible. Karasu, of course, is doing the same as he inspects the movement of each player with great intensity. You can see Otoya slowly speeding up.Â
The pieces for the plan that Karasu suggested earlier are falling into place. Itâs showtime, you guess.
Otoya, who let you know that he is supposedly a descendant of a long line of ninjas of all things, actually lives up to it, much to your amusement. He easily weaves between the rivaling players as he makes his way towards the one with the ball, who is unfortunately still unaware of the threat that is approaching.
And just like that, the advantage falls into the hands of Team V.
Glancing off to the side, you become aware that your scheming companion seems to be donning a rather smug expression. Or rather, itâs even more smug than usual. You wonder what exactly he has in store that gives him the right to be so confident.
Somewhere along the line, the ball hits the goal in favor of Team V, marking the first official goal of your Blue Lock experience. Too bad itâs not yours. Not like youâd want to claim ownership of such an average shot, of course. Youâd say itâs a solid five-point-five out of ten.
Karasu says something about ⊠installation? You arenât really following, but you assume heâs had some form of significant revelation of sorts, but you arenât quite sure.Â
When the game resumes, a detail strikes you as noticeable.Â
Team Y has no players with exceptional speed.Â
No wonder Otoyaâs attack easily tore them apart.
Karasu throws a grin your way and has the nerve to speak. âJust figured it out, Mr. Angel? Ainât that a lilâ too slow?â
Oh, arenât you getting sick of his smart ass. Letting his vocal chords rest once in a while could do him some good. As another benefit, youâd enjoy that a lot as well! âKeep your head in the game, Karasu-kun.â
He snorts, just like that. You fight the urge to roll your eyes.Â
The boy who has the ball has a fairly sturdy build, but you canât help but notice the barely visible, yet present, wobbliness of his feet.Â
Huh. Neat.
You move to pressure him. You truly had no intention of taking the ball, honest -but it simply seems to stick to your feet! The big guy fumbles as you hook your foot between his own and with an elegant movement bring the ball towards your form.
Too bad you have to part with it early, as two other guys move to swarm you. In the corner of your eye, you spot Karasu, loitering around like a permanent thorn in your side.Â
Your heart still beats steady in your ribcage.Â
Getting the ball to Karasu would be so painfully easy.Â
You click your tongue in distaste. You reel your leg back and send a polished low pass his way. With it, goes the unspoken prayer: Excite me. Make my presence worth it.Â
Karasu pushes onwards, until some brunette from Team Y interrupts him. Now, a curious part happens; he stops, and starts rolling the ball across the grass, letting it get away from him, gaze thrown to the side.Â
No way, goes through your head as you watch the otherâs bewilderment. You fight back a smile. What cruelty.
As the poor victim of this charade foolishly moves to steal the ball, Karasu reels it back in, forcing himself into his opponent's personal space. He easily marches towards the goal, followed by a flock of stupefied players.Â
Now, you think heâs engaging in some type of trash talk, if the angered visage of the bamboozled brunette is anything to go by. You donât even hear what heâs saying, so you fill in the blanks easily, using your foreknowledge of Karasuâs irritation tactics.
Looking at him more closely, you guess his surnameâs kind of fitting. If anything, his crazy long limbs make him seem like some sort of bird, as he pushes against various bodies with no issue. A nasty, nasty crow, thatâs for sure.
Boom. Itâs two goals for Team V.
In terms of scoring prowess, youâre falling behind. But no matter how much you force yourself to react to the fact, you remain unmoved. This showdown feels more like a one-sided beatdown, and swatting flies really doesnât seem all that fun.Â
Although there are interesting things happening. Like Otoya and Karasu hooking up. In football terms of course, even if with how they suddenly started smoothly playing in tandem youâd think there is some previous connection between them. Which there isnât, you know, as they seemed to be quite opposed to the idea of the other literally days ago? Did you miss something?Â
Was this the work of pure and practical interpersonal understanding between partners? You have no idea. Unfortunately, in contrast to their ascension, you got a demotion. Which does piss you off, honestly. Once someone who carried your entire team, youâve now become a bystander feeding the two passes so they can score. And to be frank, you wouldnât even mind if your pass led to an amazing play, but these goals werenât even close! In fact, they were in no way similar to the perfect play of your dreams!Â
But even the frustration that is felt deep within every fiber that makes up your vessel, you canât bring yourself to attempt to change that.
What a useless thing, you!
Team Y experiences a humiliating defeat of 6-0.Â
You feel like youâre going to throw up, or something. There sure is a heaviness in your gut. Usually, youâd work off your intense emotions by training, running, doing whatever else, but youâre already sticky and quite unwilling to further push yourself physically, so you make a straight route to one of Team Vâs training rooms without even looking back at your teammates, since your usual, although well hidden, distaste for people got increased by at least a hundred percent.Â
You donât even care if you feel Karasuâs eyes on your back. Not like itâs anything new for the A-class creep. Kinda insane how he called Otoya that on the first day, yet heâs the one acting in ways that you think are generally frowned upon in society. But what would you know?Â
You unceremoniously drop yourself against the wall once you reach your destination. You didnât even turn the lights on. Which is annoying, but you donât want to get up, so you sit there in the dark like a pathetic piece of shit.
You think for what you deem to be a long time. You initially think about the game, obviously, but that makes you feel worse, so you try to think about something else. It doesnât work.
You love football, donât you? And the answer is always, no matter when or where, instantaneously going to be a yes, certain like nothing else in your life is. And love makes you happy, so happy that you want to die, doesnât it? Thatâs what it is. A feeling so intense that nothing else compares.Â
So why aren't you feeling happy? You finally had a chance to compete against other supposedly skilled people, yet you were left feeling hollowed out, uncomfortable in the prison of your own skin.Â
Amidst all your turbulent thoughts, the unwanted reminder of ⊠Itoshi, of all people, rattles you enough to snap you out of your miserable episode. Why would you think of a guy you met once now, of all times? You donât even know his first name, yet his afterimage clings onto you like a memory of a dead wife would onto a husband.Â
Yet ⊠is he not the one that forced you into the world of the living, all those weeks ago? The way he played was so out of the ordinary that it had awakened something within you, as well. But now, even if you try to recall any notable moments from that game, youâre only met with the recollections of joy, from being forced to submerge yourself into the flow of the game, and hatred, that he had dared disturb your everyday mundanity so rashly, without any consideration. It had left you feeling so weak, that Bachira had to carry you almost the entirety of the way home, and yet it was no product of exhaustion.
Itoshi. You hate him. You need to play against him again.
He must have come to Blue Lock. There is no way he hasnât, right? If Ego didnât invite him, that would be an astronomical waste.Â
Itâs fine. Itâs only the beginning. Youâll play your type of football, youâre sure of it.
You just have to wait.
(You fail to notice that your teeth had pierced your lip, leaving crimson droplets to weave paths down your chin.)
A clear shot into the goal marks the ending of the match, and declares the opposing team the undeniable losers.Â
Itoshi Rin doesnât even spare a glance to the result as he marches away from the field, ignoring his bothersome teammates all the same. Itâs the same as always; a bunch of NPCs who attempt to challenge him get crushed. If this is all Blue Lock has to offer to him, then itâs a waste of both Rinâs time and their money.
The memory of his brother emerges. Of course it does; itâll remain with him until Rin proves the worth of himself and his dream. Itâs the almost exact same picture as that day, where Sae -so different from how he used to be, with his gaze, resentful and dark, that had never been aimed at Rin before then -tore at his very being as if their brotherhood and shared promises meant nothing.
And then, the memory shifts, like it has never done before.
Saeâs visage gives way to a smile, dangerously cruel in its delivery, leading the ownerâs lips into a wobbly line. You, of all people, some lukewarm nobody, come back to haunt Rin as you dance around him as if it required no effort on your part, all with that dull spark in your eyes, as if he was truly someone undeserving of standing before you, much less his brother. Not only was your goal the first offense; it was not enough for you, as you had continued running against his side, like a shadow, as if to ridicule him as you matched his every move with the precision he had only seen in one other person.Â
He barely remembers your name. Itâs not important.Â
Next time, Iâll crush you. Rin had promised. But of course, you had smiled, as if gazing upon a petulant kid who had no idea about anything. You, you, you. So elegant in your performance of maliciousness.Â
Like by some premonition, he knows youâll be in Blue Lock.
And when the time comes, he will stand against you again and make sure your mocking grin makes way to awe, as he destroys you, completely and thoroughly, before he finally reaches his goal. Heâll make sure you understand where you stand -as an insect on his path.Â
(He doesnât take note of how tightly heâs been clenching his fist, allowing a ghastly white color to drench his skin.)
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