#I did this while tipsy so this might disappear tomorrow who knows

[absentcaryatid]

Mountain Choi

An ATEEZ fanfic by AbsentCaryatid

While traveling for work you make the intimate acquaintance of a man you come to learn a little too late is in a career adjacent to your own.

2.2K words, Content note: gender neutral reader, no pronouns used for the reader, alcohol (presumed), sex occurs but is only lightly described, bar and boxing ring setting, mention of the couple later having children. San's explanation near the end about his name's meaning is a direct quote from a KQ Entertainment interview pre-debut.

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“What do you do?”

The handsome man who had joined you at the bar had the emotional control of a seasoned performer. His slight grimace at your question quickly resolved into a dimpled smile. After taking a drink, he admitted, “I don’t like to talk about work.”

“Neither do I actually. It’s nice to not think about it for a night.” After that, the rest of the conversation flowed smoothly. You learned his name was San and you gave your own in return. Once it was clear there were some very strong indications of interest on both sides, you soon found yourself in his room in the hotel above enjoying his muscular body.

“I need you to know this is wildly out of character for me. I've never done anything like this before.” San's brow was creased with worry, as if you would judge him for being so into sex with a near stranger, though of course you were doing the same to as much delight.

Pausing your motion, you took his hands in yours. “San, you could fall into bed with every person you meet and I would not think any less of you. We are using condoms for STI protection and that is all that matters to me.” As his face relaxed you thought to ask, “Do you judge me for having casual sex? This ends right now if you view me negatively.”

“Oh no,” San was quick to splutter out, “quite the opposite. I like you a lot and want to make a good impression. As you can see, I'm out of practice when it comes to bedroom talk. My career has taken precedence for so long that I am extremely rusty.”

With a passionate kiss you communicated he was doing more than well enough to keep your interest and the activity resumed. Cuddled side by side in the bed while catching your breath afterward, San looked regretful despite the good time. “I’d love to have you stay the night, but I need to be rested for tomorrow.” His fingers traced your hairline in a gentle gesture before cupping your cheek for another kiss.

“I understand, it is an important day of work for me too.” You began pulling your scattered clothes on and decided to take the risk of asking for more time with the sweet man who already had a part of your heart. “Tonight has been a lot of fun. Perhaps we could continue this another time with a dinner date?”

San lit up and you exchanged numbers. “Tomorrow night too soon? I think I’ll be celebrating and your presence would make it all the better. I'm also not in town for long.”

You might have been embarrassed at how quickly you agreed to the timing, but San seemed as enthusiastic as you were. Leaving him with one last kiss, you slipped out his door to the hotel hallway, headed to your own room on the next floor.

Another guest passed you as he wobbled a little drunkenly down the hall. He did not leer, but the glance up and down taking in your semi-disheveled state was plain. “Walk of shame?”

Nobody was going to make you feel bad about the way you handled your literal affairs, and certainly not a tipsy stranger. “Walk of pride,” you gloated as you disappeared into the waiting elevator. Just as the doors began to close your voice drifted out, “He was great, and so was I.”

Wooyoung smiled to himself. He'd been urging San for years to focus on something more than training. The boxing manager sang out “Good night, San” as he passed the room he had seen you exit, then unlocked his adjoining suite.

The next day passed quickly as you waited for the title match. There was nothing much to do but stay out of the way during the crew's final preparations and emerge from your dressing room on time. Satisfied with one last look over at your outfit, you made your way toward the crowd that was abuzz with excitement.

Expertly stepping between the ropes that lined the boxing ring, you stopped a few steps apart from Mingi to keep the spotlight on him. You had worked with him a few times before and had always been impressed how good he looked in a tuxedo, even considered asking Mingi out some day, but now there was another man to have your interest. Thoughts of seeing San after work filled your head and it took some effort to return to the present. Business first, then that dinner date he had agreed to last night. Whatever he might be celebrating, you would be marking a milestone too with your first televised match as a referee.

Holding the microphone that had descended into the center of the mat, the announcer's deep voice delivered with style. “In this corner we have the one, the only, Brute Yunho hailing from Gwangju up against the pride of Namhae, Mountain Choi here to defend his world title.” Mingi swept his hand from one corner of the ring to the other, catching the way you paled as the latter competitor came into view.

As the audience went wild, in strolled the man you had just spent the night with flanked by his trainer Hongjoong and manager Wooyoung. Quite the pro, San managed to keep any reaction to himself, but Wooyoung openly gaped in surprise before he whispered to a wide-eyed Hongjoong how he recognized you.

Theatrical as boxing could be with all the pre-match taunting, you prided yourself on working as a referee for matches that were still very real. Your impartiality would of course be called into question if an assignation with San before the fight was ever to be revealed. Knowing you had to bow out, you took the only route that your panicked mind could come up with in the moment and faked a swoon.

Yunho’s studied scowl of his sports persona vanished to be replaced with concern as you landed hard on the mat. San's trainer Hongjoong was the first to slide under the ropes as he leapt into the ring to provide assistance, and Jongho on the medical staff for the bout followed in a flash.

It was embarrassing to be carried out on a stretcher, but far easier than explaining your conflict of interest to the judges on live television. As Jongho efficiently began looking for signs of a concussion, you waved him off. The medic smirked as you sheepishly admitted you had slept with San last night not realizing who he was. “Other than the shock, I’m fine. It was a fake fall to bow out of the ref job without having to explain my reason for resigning.” You shook your head in bemusement at the situation of your own making. “He had the body of someone who works out heavily, but so do people from all sorts of careers. How was I supposed to know a boxer going by the name 'Mountain' was such a little guy?”

Jongho laughed, “Everybody in this business knows Jeong ‘The Brute’ Yunho is an absolute puppy in real life. You should be familiar with a little fudging in the name of self-promotion.”

By now the venue manager Seonghwa had arrived from his office, looking extremely anxious about your condition. For the second time tonight you had to reveal your night of passion with San and the retelling was not getting any easier.

Assured there truly had been no injury, Seonghwa too found your situation more comical than unprofessional. “I'm very glad you are okay after all. I'll pass the good news on to the judges so they won't worry. Your backup Yeosang has already taken over and we have the third ref on standby should Yeosang get an accidental punch in the line of duty. So, all that settled, do you feel like getting back out there to watch?”

“I have no wish to see someone I am already getting attached to beaten up.”

Seonghwa looked at you kindly. “Odds are on San retaining his title tonight. Yunho might be bigger, but San is tough.”

As Jongho helped you gently slide off the table in the first aid office, Seonghwa too lent a steadying hand as if unsure you really were fine. Even a stunt fall had been hard on your body. You decided to take it easy and wait for the match to end from the comfort of your dressing room. Once boisterous cheers gave notice the match had concluded, you eagerly made your way to San's own staging area.

With a handshake once Hongjoong had removed San's boxing gloves, San made a formal introduction after you convinced him you had not been injured by your stunt on the mat. “Choi San, two-time world champ as of tonight. Pleased to meet you, again.”

It was your turn to worry over San as you watched Hongjoong tut at the small number of bruises San had sustained in the fight.

“Yunho landed more punches than he should have been able to. I think you were off your game tonight.” Hongjoong meaningfully glared in your direction.

The trainer was a short man, but intense, and you shrank back. It had been a lucky thing San still triumphed tonight. From his perspective, it would have been rattling to recognize the date from the night before was the referee for his match, only to see them collapse on the spot.

Before you could apologize for the situation that had truly been accidental, Wooyoung entered the room. He was fresh off rounds of congratulations and bearing a large celebratory bouquet of flowers.

San accepted the gift from his manager then took the best rose from the bunch and handed it to you. “Neither one of us is to blame. You probably would have had to bow out after only chatting at the bar if we had talked jobs after all and you figured out my identity as one of tonight's participants. I'm glad things had the chance to go further though, and am very interested in our date tonight if you are too.”

Your nod let San know you were still up for taking him out and whatever might follow again. “So you are Choi San. The name San should have had me connecting it to the mountain in the fight. I guess I was already won over by your charms and not thinking about much else last night.”

“Your mind was on my body, as mine was on yours,” San offered with a wink and the same sultry gaze you had found irresistible the night before.

“That's it, he's punch drunk. I'm leaving.” Hongjoong grabbed Wooyoung who was watching the scene play out and hesitant to miss whatever came next, but finally followed the trainer out with a heavy sigh.

“I'm not addled from the fight, I think it is true love,” San yelled toward his exiting team. “Don't wait up for me tonight, I'll likely get back tomorrow morning. Late morning! Maybe afternoon!” He looked at you and giggled as the others fled.

It took a moment to regain the power of thought after San's declaration. Not quite ready to say 'love' in return, but almost there, you decided to steer the conversation back to a less weighty topic. “Please don't take this the wrong way, but you don't look like the hulking mountain I was picturing after seeing the fight's poster with your names.”

You found it endearing the way San's eyes crinkled as he smiled. “My father wanted me to be a comforting hill for some people, and for others, an enormous mountain they can't dare to challenge. A truly grand mountain.”

“I think it is a pretty name, and both meanings of his choice are apt too. You had the strength and determination to beat Yunho, yet also offered me a lot of comfort last night.”

Drawing closer as he held your waist, San successfully wooed you. “And I will do the same for you every night you will have me.”

It took a few more dates to seal the deal, but San did indeed live up to the softer side of his name. Taking your concern for his health to heart, he even retired early and managed a few up-and-coming boxers over the years instead. Your career as a referee continued, and you knew to stay away from accepting matches any of San's protegees were in. You even turned down a few fights Yunho was involved in from that point on. Seeing him brought back too many happy memories of the weekend you met San and you didn't want that favoritism toward Yunho to influence your calls.

Preferring to win fairly, Yunho understood, and he was just as happy to befriend you and San once learning you would not be working as referee on any of his future matches. For a man boxing under the name 'The Brute', he was an exceptionally gentle occasional babysitter for the children and grandchildren you and San raised in your long and happy life together.

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Masterlist

[hexite-nightmares]

cat dad viktor 2.0.

[foreverlostindreams]

Don’t ever dump me again

Friends. That's the reason Kol invited you here, because you were ‘friends’. He seemed to be lacking any more of those, or he would not drag you out every time he wanted to go for a drink, just to be distracted by any pretty neck walking past. And while you were glad that you had moved on from being on the menu, to being an, at least right now, treasured witchy help for the Mikaelson, you could definitely go without another evening spent alone in a bar, he chose for the two of you ‘to have fun’. You didn't have fun. Who would getting basically dumped every other night? It was not the best thing for your ego, so you ordered another drink.

It was just your luck, that sitting alone at a bar like this one seemed to attracted all kinds of other lonely or wishful guests of even that bar to try their best of getting closer to you. The stool next to you was still empty, but when the bartender brought you another drink, shortly after your ordered one, you knew that was going to end very quickly. The sound of dragging wood on wood seconds later proved you right and then you saw the guy appearing in the corner of your left eye.

He was not as dubious and off-putting as the other ones you usually attracted in establishments Kol dragged you to, but you also did not get a good vibe from him right away.

A good half an hour and a few drinks later you had warmed up to him though. No supernatural about him at all, right now a fat plus on your chart and just a lot of charming talk about college and annoying friends, just what you needed. You had started college before getting sucked into all the Mikaelson mess and even though you had not liked it there a single bit, compared to some of the things you did now, hell did you miss it. He seemed to have a slight intention of getting you tipsy, based on how fast he ordered you new drinks, when yours got empty, but you knew how to handle your liquor and based on the fact, that Kol in average would take another half an hour before he would get back to get you, you were just fine with how it was.

That was before the next drink hit you very differently. Your head was spinning instantly and you could feel your balance going off. Roofies, oh for fucks sake. You stumbled off your stool trying to get away from him, but your body was not cooperating very much. When he got up as well, playing the perfect help and no word of protest that you were trying to form would leave your lips, you started to feel a slight panic creeping up. There was no witchy power protecting you from this or reversing it, definitely not while you were in this state. God, you were so stupid. The first thing you learn in College, always watch your cup and don’t take drinks from strangers. Having spent so much time with vampires and angry werewolves, you had forgotten about all those mundane dangers. You could kick yourself.

Your thoughts were racing, when you felt the cold night wind on your face. He was getting you further and further away from the back alley or whatever kind of service room Kol, aka your only chance of help and his play thing were in, to everybody else you seemed like a drunk mess, that a friend was helping. “Km” you mumbled only to try directly again, with more force “Kom'' and again “Kol!”

Thank god you were not out with Elijah, you would have never gotten his name out, even though he probably would have not let it have come to this in the first place. But ones you had managed to get the name right once, you didn't stop, repeating it like a prayer. Hoping to get through the bar and street noise like this. Annoying him like he always would with you. When you heard a car door open next to you, full on panicking now, it mobiliced all the brain capacity you could manage “Kol, help!” you nearly screamed, as your legs finally failed in those heels under you and you fell against the car door, jamming the guys hand in the progress. You could hear him swear and then smell a very familiar smell in the next air breeze.

“I said have fun, Darling, not organize presents. But I’m not complaining.” He definitely did not know, when he could be funny and when not, you determined while trying to get safely to the ground to crawl away from the danger zone your ‘nice’ college dude had maneuvered himself into. You didn’t get to crawl through, you were picked up before that. The suit sleeves covering the arms in your vision did not seem like what Kol was dressed in the last time you saw him, but the voice you had heard was his. Trying to focus was getting more and more difficult you noticed and you felt your eyes getting heavier, before you felt something wet getting pressed to your lips. The first impulse was defence, but without much effect and when the copper taste hit your tongue you gave in. Vampire blood was probably your only chance now.

When the clouds started to lift off your mind and your own legs started to support your body again you let go and looked for the guy. You’d be damned if he would get away with this, but Kol had him good and scared to death, his hand still stuck in the car door. Now that couldn’t be good. On a second thought you turned around wide eyed before you realized it was Elijah who had helped you get the drugs out of your system. Where did he come from? They had promised you, they could not read minds. “I was trying to call you, to do a spell for Klaus, but you didn’t answer, so I was going to pick you up.” he offered you an answer, before you could even ask. An oppressed scream reached your ears distracting you again.

“Don’t kill him!” you scolded Kol, trying to get closer only to realise that vampire blood might have helped, but you were not yet your balanced and stable self. “Oh come on Darling! You can not still feel sorry for him. He was not going to take you on a picnic” he shot back dramatically “I know” I hissed at him and instantly regretted it, when his grin got wider again “Oh, so you want the honor?” “No” okay, maybe a bit and you got the chance earlier than expected because the idiot really did try to make his escape in just that moment. The force with which you smashed him into the ground before he did his second step and one of the other two men made a move was entirely because of the drugs, of course.

Pinning him like this you looked back at Kol “I want you to compel him to go to the next police department, demand to speak to a female officer and confess to her about every woman he ever did this to. And about the place where he gets the drugs, if he knows about any other guy doing it. Absolutely everything” “You are no fun” Kol complained “I am in this situation, because you fucking idiot always want to have fun, drag me along and then dump me at the bar. My liver is probably going to get me in an early grave, all because of you” You went off on him and could feel Elijah's disapproving look shooting over your head at his little brother. “Are you saying, you never had fun with me?” He really seemed insulted, what did he expect? “Like I say, you always disappear and the bars you choose are not known for it’s amazing clientele, but it’s the only escape I get from the third brother in your family, that would like to see me work on something for him every waking minute of the day, so i tag along.”

“Ready to go home?” Elijah asked then and offered you his arm, like the perfect gentleman he was “Kol, you got this?” he asked in a totally different kind of voice, while leading me to the passenger seat of his car. How had you not noticed he seemingly hit the brakes and parked directly behind you and the idiots car? “We are not done talking about this Darling!” “Oh, I so am. I will not discuss anything with any of you anymore today. I will not do any spells. I will just go to bed and sleep for a day or two. Maybe wake up in a life, where mine is not so out of control” A girl could dream.

Of course, you were back at breakfast the next morning already reading the grimoire Klaus had gotten in ways you didn’t want to know anything about. He had not complained to you about the time he had lost last night, but you were sure he spent the whole time you were asleep doing it to Elijah, who had put his food down about your need to sleep, also citing that trying a difficult spell with a halfway drugged witch was not their best chance. You were also sure Kol had heard his bit about letting it get to that.

Just when thinking of the devil, he slipped into the stool to your left, looking disapproving on your cornflakes. “That was how my last evening turned from bad to catastrophic” you commented on his move without looking up from the page. “You really did not enjoy a single evening?” Was his pride honestly hurt about that aspect? “Nop” “I thought you were! I thought, that was what you wanted, a way out of this house and not see a single vampire for ones, that's what you had said'' In that moment the penny dropped in your mind. You had said that! A little over a month ago, the day after Kol had arrived back here, when Klaus had had one of his days and Elijah was not on your side the way you had wanted him to, you had stormed off slamming doors and screaming your frustration out with those words. The day after, Kol had asked you to a bar for the first time.

You looked at him, checking for signs that he might prank you, but he looked genuine. You took a deep breath “Okay, let's start again. Hi, my name is Y/N. Your family drives me insane, sometimes I need a timeout from that, but I still do not like to be dumped in shitty bars, when asked out.” Kol took your offered hand “Well then, Miss Y/N. I will remember that. Would you like to accompany me to a better bar tomorrow evening, to redeem myself as good company?” “That sound not bad at all” He grinned back at you and then got up. “By the way darling, I would not eat that, it smells bad.” “Shut up Kol, better be worried, if you ever dump me again!” You could hear his laugh, even when he left the room.

[cosmiclatte28]

Guilty Pleasure (Yuta x reader)

A/n : hey i finished my term #yay! now i'll rush all my WIP. wish me luck

warning : one night stand, don't copy this and yeah suggestive soft smut KINDA SMUT (?) JUST DON'T READ IF YOU DON'T WANT TO SIN :D

tagging @yutahoes :p

network @supermwritersnet @multifandomnet

“It’s just one night, come on don’t worry. I can’t book you any other hotel.” your brother explains to you from the call on why he booked you a room that’s like an old motel. “I saw the room and it’s nice. It looks like a regular hotel, just that they named it motel, maybe because they have the parking spot in front of the rooms.” Taeyong tries to explain and reassures you he booked you a decent place to stay and nothing shady. You nod and just bring yourself to the office which is just a locket. You sigh “Hello, I’m here for my reservation.” you forced a smile to the lady behind the glass window.

“Hello, may I have your ID and card?” she asks you nicely to which you gladly do so. She’s quick in checking you in and making the payment. After returning your card and ID she hands you over two card keys.

“Your room will be number 217 and please take that stairs to your room. Have a nice stay.” she disappears and lets you go with the keys.

You bring your suitcase along with you, just one night and tomorrow you’ll take the bus to meet your brother. You shrug off the odd feeling of climbing the staircase. This sure is something you’ve seen in an old Hollywood movie.

With determination you find your room and pluck in your card only to see the light turns red and you try to open the handle several times but it doesn’t budge. One glance over the room number and to the paper the lady gave you. It’s the same room!

There’s a voice and suddenly someone appears unlocking the door and you’re taken aback.

“Excuse me?” he asks in a deep voice while peeking from the door.

You gulp, and look at your keys “Um is this room 217?”

He nods and steps to the gap and opens the door a little bit more. “Yes this is 217 and I am staying here.” he tucks his hands into his pocket, his trained biceps showing off from his tank.

You give him a meek smile “Um the lady downstairs gave me this room.” you show him the number and he frowns “Looks like she gave you the wrong number.”

You gasp “Alright, I’ll ask her. Once again sorry.” you apologize before finally going back down the stairs with your stuff and groaning when you arrive on the locket.

“Hello, I got this room and someone is inside.” you try to hold your chuckle, well at least that someone is hot and is not creepy.

“Okay sorry, there you go,” the guy slips back a new card for you “Room 218”

You thank him and go back to the same floor. Huh just the room next to the one earlier.

“Hey, did you get the room?” the 217 guy suddenly pops his head out when he hears you back.

You’re surprised how he knows you’ve come back.

“Yup, they gave me a wrong number. Sorry.” you push your luggage inside the room while stil maintaining eye contact with the stranger.

“Staying the night?” he asks slowly, afraid that he sounds impolite.

You nod “Just for a night, what about you?” you ask back. A simple conversation won’t be dangerous right?

He leans on his door frame, tank and sweatpants showing he’s been relaxing for a while here.

“Yup. I have to transit to the town nearby and my pick up will come tomorrow.”

You nod “Cool,”

“Yeah. Um I don’t mean to be rude but do you want to look for something to eat?” he rubs his neck shyly and you smile “I don’t have a plan tonight so yeah I could go for dinner with you.”

He returns a minute later with a pair of jeans and shirt, casual but trendy and you keep your current clothes on, just jeggings with a comfortable tee.

“Sorry, I only have these clothes for my business trip.” he locks his door and pockets the key.

You laugh “No worries, I get it. It’s either formal or something you wore to bed.” he clicks his tongue “You got that.”

The two of you start talking as you both take the stairs down.

“So what’s your name?” he asks when you’re already on the road ready to cross the street.

“(Y/n), what about you?” you ask looking at him and oh god he is handsome.

He smiles trying to repeat your name “(Y/n), sounds so good in my tongue. I’m yuta, nice to meet you.” he glances at you and realizes the small blush on your cheeks.

“Business trip too?” he asks and you shake your head “No, just here to stay the night and take a bus to my brother tomorrow.”

He offers a restaurant nearby and you agree. Both of you take a seat and choose a menu.

“Do you drink wine?” you ask, somehow feeling like opening a bottle tonight because you’re tired from the job you have and summer break is finally starting for you.

Yuta nods “I’d love that.”

So both of you end up talking more and more over pasta and wine. It’s a nice dinner. Yuta is a gentleman and he’s working in the entertainment industry. No wonder he dresses like that and looks like a snacc.

The night grows deeper and both of you finish the bottle of wine. Suddenly the talk becomes intimate more like you checking on him if he is single and he sure is not committed to anyone at the moment. Work doesn’t let him have time to dote a woman.

“I’m also free,” you wink and smirk when your foot under the table slowly traces his strong legs. Yuta gulps and smiles calmly “Look who’s drunk and naughty.” he whispers and you grin “I am not drunk.”

Yuta laughs from how red your face is, he’s sure you’re almost drunk.

“Let me get the bill and we can continue this, say my room or yours?” he asks after calling the waiter for a bill.

He paid for the dinner even when you insist on paying, he said “It’s on my company don’t worry.”

You stand up from your chair, feet not sensing the ground and oh boy you realize you are tipsy.

“Hold me.” you take his hand and grip on him as he helps you walk back to the hotel.

Once both of you arrive you whisper to his ear “My room.”

He nods, agreeing that his room is still messy from his working papers and your room is still untouched.

With one simple look and a lip bite, Yuta pushes you to the bed and claims you then and there. The kiss is passionate and hot, something about the way he still keeps the tempo moderate makes you frustrated that he is playing the game slowly.

“Faster,” you beg but he keeps taking his time, enjoying your lusty look and teasing you.

“No regrets?” he asks before taking you then and there. You groan “Yes just do it Yuta.” you stifle back a moan when he finally enters you.

You’re sure the neighbors can hear you, luckily the room next to you is only Yuta’s and the other one is the stairs. Both of you are over the moon and after going down the high several times and your energy drained, he has you covered under the blanket.

You snuggle close to him “I’m sticky.”

He rubs your shoulder softly and kisses your head “Shower?”

You nod and close your eyes, tired of the fun but still wanting to shower.

Yuta extends his arm to take a pillow and puts it under your head “I’ll make a warm bath for you.”

You just nod, head already gone to dreamland and moments later you feel a strong arm picking you up and you feel the hot water touch your skin.

He lowers you slowly to the bubble bath, surprised that he has a bubble bath with him for a business trip because you don’t have one right now.

“Come here.” you moan in delight when you sink yourself more to the hot water.

Yuta giggles and slowly enters the small tub. It’s full with some water leaving the tub because both of you occupied more volume.

He calmly massages your tense shoulder and you feel yourself more drowsy. “I might fall asleep.”

He chuckles “Don’t worry I got you.” He grabs a bottle of soap and begins leathering you with the liquid, and soon after you’re clean and ready to sleep.

You shimmy into your underwear and hide under the blanket once he is done putting on his sweatpants. Suddenly you’re sobering up and you blush when you remember what you just did.

“That was so nice.” you shyly admit and Yuta smirks “You’re this shy when you were wild five minutes ago.”

You pout “Yak keep this a secret.”

He ruffles your hair “It’s a secret as long as I can meet you again someday. I want to know you more.”

You smile “I’ll leave my number by the morning. I have to catch my bus good night Yuta.” you drive off to bed and the next morning, you’ve seen your room empty. He must’ve returned to do some more work like he said at dinner.

You take a notepad you have in your bag and quickly scribble your number and after packing your stuff you slide it under the door. You smile one more time at the room number, what a meeting.

--

“(Y/n) how dare you not give me any update! How was the hotel?” your brother asks you once you’re seated on the bus and already on the way to meet him.

“It was nice Taeyong, sorry I got too tired and slept.” you lied but he buys it.

“Glad to hear that. Nothing bad happens right?” He sounds worried .

You smile when you see the text message from Yuta. “Yeah nothing bad. Okay I’ll see you soon.” you end the call and reply Yuta back.

The five hours ride doesn’t feel long at all because both you and Yuta are busy texting each other random things.

That’s one guilty pleasure with a random hottie and you wish you’ll meet him again someday.

end

[pies-writes-and-more]

catch in the dark

Word Count: 1,879

Warnings: angsty feels, unrequited love, an ending that might hurt you a bit, mentions of characters drinking alcohol - all assumed to be of legal age!

Pairing: Sugawara Koushi x Fem!Reader 

A/N: as usual because they’re amazing, thank you to @satan-ruler-of-hells and @thisnoodlewritesao3​ for reading this for me before and letting me know your thoughts! I appreciate you both so very much <3  Also, I’m sorry for the sad feels guy haha that’s just how we’re feeling today.  Inspired by: Catch in the Dark by Passenger

Haikyuu Masterlist

Your name flashed on Sugawara’s phone screen and he immediately gave a small smile. He wished he could hear from you more often, but that smile slowly turned sad, because he knew that you only called him when you were broken.

“Are you alright?” He asked softly after hearing your small “Hi” from the other end.

There was a pause but you just sighed and your voice weakly got out, “I know you’ve got work soon. But can you leave your front door open again?”

He told you okay, because it was okay. This had happened a few times before and he always wanted to be there for you. But he hated that this was the only time he would see you. When your heart was at its lowest, your eyes fragile, dull, no more sparkle that he used to see.

Suga closed his front door, leaving it unlocked just as you asked. And as he walked his way to work, he wondered if he really was as dumb as everyone thought. Everyone always told him that his love for you was toxic, that it wasn’t a good friendship to only be called when you needed him to console you. But wasn’t that what friends were for?

It was his fault for falling for you anyways. For letting you run away with his heart and disappear with it, only to get your own broken and return to him.

By the time he got home, you were on his couch, curled up in some old pjs you kept at his place and a blanket wrapped around your shoulders. Your eyes focused on the old reruns playing on the TV, barely even noticing him come in.

“Are you alright?” He asked, the words feeling like a mantra - something that was always repeated when he saw you.

“I wish I knew what it was like to be hopeful,” you told him softly and Suga could tell that you’d been crying. Your voice crackled with tears and heartbreak and he wanted nothing more than to wrap you up in his arms. “I’ve always been hopeless at hoping... always really bad at coping with this kind of stuff.”

Suga never knew if his words made a difference, but he pulled out some ice cream from his freezer and climbed into the couch with you, holding your hand and gently rubbing your back as you cried over and over again.

“Maybe I’m just not worth being loved,” you joked after you had finally shed your last few tears for the day. Your laugh sounded so genuine, it made Suga’s eyebrows furrow. You were laughing as if you were really joking. How was he going to tell you that you were worth ten times the love that you’ve chased? That you were the sole holder of his heart and that he would give his life just to see you smile for the rest of your days.

“Why don’t you just confess to her already?” Asahi had asked earlier today when Suga told the guys that you were back at his place. 

Suga smiled sadly, looking down at the work in his hands, “She’s never wanted me. It’s always someone else.” He thought for a moment and glanced out the window as he realized how difficult it was to love you. Loving you was like playing catch in the dark, unsure of where you were and unsure if you knew he had thrown something at you. Unsure if you would ever return or if you ever would throw something back. Suga had known since the first moment he had met you that he wasn’t even in the realm of your love life. He was a tear drop in an ocean of flames.

It was Wednesday but Suga knew that it didn’t matter. He pulled out the alcohol and poured you a drink, watching you greedily swallow it down, as if the burn in your throat would make you forget the burn in your heart.

“Men suck,” you mumbled quietly after a few shots, burying your head into your arms. Your watched the liquor in the bottle swirl around as you poured yourself another shot, sighing softly.

“I know,” Suga told you gently, brushing your hair from your face so he could see your eyes. He loved your eyes. He loved how you seemed to carry the whole universe in them, how looking in them was like an adventure.

“Why don’t they ever stay? Why do men always leave?” You seethed in anger, gripping your glass just a bit too tightly. “It’s always the man that leaves.”

Suga’s words were like a broken record, words you had known far too well because it was everything that your other friends said too, “You’re perfect, Y/N. Men come and go but don’t you blame yourself. They’re just trash,” he told you softly. But maybe you would never know just how much he meant it. You were perfect to Sugawara Koushi. 

You just shook your head in response, huffing, “So perfect I haven’t had a stable relationship since high school. I’m so tired of putting my heart out here and getting no where,” you grumbled, banging your head against the table with a pout. Suga winced as you hurt yourself, pulling you up from the hard surface and checking your face for any redness.

“Just got to wait for the right man,” he told you softly, holding your face in his hands and just watching your eyes. How a guy could turn you away he would never understand. He didn’t get why the men you always met up with turned out to be assholes, why you always seemed to be attracted to red flags and toxic behaviours.

“I don’t even think a right man exists,” you murmured, eyes fluttering shut as the alcohol slowly started to take its sleeping potion effect on you.

Suga gave a small smile and laughed out gently, “Probably not,” as if he wasn’t wishing he was your right man. He helped you out of the chair you were practically slipping out of, letting you lean on him while he helped you to his room.

Suga’s apartment was small and only had one bedroom, so every time you came with another broken heart, wanting to be consoled and wishing you could forget whoever you just spent your emotions on, Suga would give you his bed, tuck you into his covers, and take the floor.

Today was no different. He tucked you in, noticing how late it was getting. You were both probably going to be hungover tomorrow and he considered calling in sick for work tomorrow. He pulled his spare pillow and blanket onto the ground with him, sighing as he stared up at the ceiling.

“You’re going to have to tell her eventually,” Daichi had told him, tired of watching one of his best friends take a back seat in his romance life because of someone who only used his heart for comfort.

“If I do, I might lose her,” Suga insisted quietly. “I’d rather stay here in the darkness, waiting for the fact that she might, than lose her forever.”

He was being pathetic, Suga knew this. He shook his head clear of his drunk thoughts, wondering what would happen if he confessed to you now and blamed it on the alcohol. Then he could see how you would take it. Would you be happy? Could you have been waiting for it? Or maybe you’d ignore him from now on, avoid talking to him... your friendship was everything to him, even if he was your designated breakup friend. Even if it was only sometimes, Suga liked having you around. And he didn’t want to give that up for a maybe she likes me back.

“Suga?” You whispered, his eyes shooting over to your direction in surprise. He had thought you had fallen asleep already.

“What is it, darling?” He asked gently, shifting on his side so he could face you.

You gave him a tipsy smile, eyes closed and a slur in your words, “If we’re both single by the time we’re 40, let’s just get married okay?”

Suga’s heart hurt a little hearing those words, “Sure, love,” he told you, even linking pinkies with you when you begged for a pinky promise. He watched how happy you seemed with his promise, flopping back into his bed and mumbling something else about how men sucked. He did, Suga knew they did. But he wished he could show you that sometimes, there were a few guys out there that didn’t suck all that much.

Your promise stuck in his head all night while he tossed and turned. It didn’t matter that it was some drunk promise, Suga finally convinced himself. Because you would never want him anyways. He was used to taking a back seat, being a last resort. He was okay with it, really, he told himself as he squeezed his eyes shut to try and keep any tears at bay. He just wanted you to be happy, even if that didn’t include him.

But what if...

What if he told you he loved you? What if you gave him a teary eyed laugh and shoved his shoulder back, scoffing. What if you’d say, “Took you long enough, idiot.”

What if he kissed you, tasted what that chapstick of yours tasted like? What if he held you in his arms and promised to try and mend the broken pieces that others had left behind? What if he was the reason behind your smile, what if he got to wake up to seeing your sparkling eyes every morning, what if he got to see that face you made when you were really concentrated or when you were talking about all the things you were passionate about?

And what if you loved him back? What if you had been waiting for him to confess this whole time? What if there was a fairy tale ending to this story?

What if there was a future for you two?

All of the what if’s remained in Suga’s head from the time he closed his eyes to sleep to the time he woke up. Maybe... just maybe... it was worth to tell you because what if you two could be happy together?

Suga’s eyes blinked opened slowly as he made up his mind. He wanted to tell you how much he loved you, that it had always been you and that he wouldn’t leave you like every other guy had. 

He glanced at the alarm clock glowing in his room, the one that read 5:15AM. It was now or never. He wanted to tell you. 

Suga shifted to sit up, rubbing sleep from his eyes with one hand and trying to make sure his face was presentable. He was ready. If you two could be happy, it would be worth it right? He turned and reached for your arm in the bed, wanting to feel your warm skin under his fingertips.

Only for his fingers to find empty sheets instead.

“It’s always the man that leaves”, you had said. But this time, you had left him without any warning. 

And just as fast as he got his hopes up, they fell.

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Day 27: Intrulogical (TW)

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Day 27 - Your eyes match your soulmate’s hair color. If they dye their hair, your eyes change colors.

TRIGGER WARNINGS!!!!! Attempted rape (by unnamed OC), drugging, implied underage drinking (though none is actually seen), emetophobia/vomiting, Halloween, alcohol, characters being tipsy/drunk, parties. Happy/satisfying ending.

Word count: 4.7k

Logan lived his life based on routine. In a world of constant change, it felt comforting to always know what his next step was. His mornings always started the same; wake up at seven o’clock sharp, sneak to the dorm bathroom in an attempt to not wake his essentially nocturnal roommate, and brush his teeth. Wet the toothbrush, pea sized amount of toothpaste, wet the brush again, and start on the left side of his mouth. Brush for exactly two minutes, wash face, and then attempt to calm down the bedhead. He’d sneak back into the room, change silently, and then make his way to the shared kitchen to make cereal for breakfast. The only variable in his routine was which fruit he’d eat along with his Cheerios. Then he’d triple check that all of his homework was packed properly, and head off to his morning class.

Except today.

For someone who rarely got distracted from his normal routine, he was surprisingly still as he glared, shocked, into his reflection. Water still dripped off his face and all over the counter, but he couldn’t tear his attention from it. Because his normally dark brown eyes were now neon green.

“Are you kidding me?!” He yelled before he could stop himself, storming back into their room and dropping back onto his bed.

“What’s’it?” Virgil mumbled, lifting his exhausted face from where they’d been smooshed into the pillows. Logan spun his face up towards the top bunk, jaw clenched, and gestured towards his eyes.

“I have a presentation today!” Logan continued, looking away from Virgil’s failed attempt to cover a smile, “And I look ridiculous! No one will take me seriously!”

“Just in time for Halloween, I guess. They just look like contacts.”

“Hallow-” Logan sprung to his desk to look at his calendar accusingly, groaning when he realized it was in fact the thirty first. “Ugh, I have a paper due tomorrow!”

“Don’t tell me you’re backing out of the party now, Lo. I already promised people I’d go, and I’m not going alone.”

“I won’t back out of the party,” Logan grumbled, crossing his arms. Virgil gave a satisfied hum, flopping back into his comforter. When he spoke again, his voice was muffled.

“Out of all people, I’m surprised you forgot.”

“So sue me, if a frivolous game of promiscuous dress up comes after passing my classes in the list of importance.” 

The emo snorted. “What’s your costume gonna be?”

“I am not wearing a costume!” Logan’s voice was almost offended.

“You already look like a traffic light. Might as well complete the look.” 

Logan grumbled angrily, marching back toward the bathroom to finish getting ready. “I’m not wearing a costume. I have a reputation to uphold.”

“Aw, c’mon, Lo. For me?”

That stopped Logan in his tracks. He spun around and took a careful breath, glaring down his overly pleased roommate. “Fine. Just for you.” 

Virgil gave another satisfied hum, before squinting his eyes at Logan scrutinizingly. “I wonder if your eyes glow in the dark. Can you imagine if the prof turns the lights off for a presentation and-”

“UUUGGHHH!” Logan yowled as he slammed the bathroom door shut, shaking his head at Virgil’s snickers. 

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They were meeting up at the party at the end of classes (right about when Virgil tended to wake up), so Logan headed there directly after his final class, just as the evening sun was fading behind the horizon. It was already packed with people already picking the snack and drinks table bare, a lopsided sign that said ‘21+ only’ forgotten near an empty beer box. If Logan were to assume correctly, the sign was only there to assuage the conscience of whoever was hosting tonight, and not actually to stop the underage drinking. Even if he was above legal drinking age, he still didn’t experience many of the positives of drinking, so he grabbed a can of iced tea and stood next to a wall to wait for Virgil.

It hadn’t been a full five minutes before a man sidled up to him, sipping from a half empty beer bottle and watching Logan with a careful eye. He didn’t spare so much as a glance in return, barely acknowledging the newcomer’s presence.

“What’s a wallflower like you doing at a rager like this?” He drawled with an almost audible impish smile.

“If this is considered a rager, I’d hate to see what a calm party looks like.”

“Aw, we just haven’t gotten started yet! We’re fueling up for when the moon comes out. And you haven’t answered my question, flower.”

“I’m simply waiting for a friend.”

“Oh, and does this friend have a name?” He purred. 

Frustrated, Logan turned to the man, and promptly froze. Looking down at him with pitch black eyes was a person in a costume he couldn’t recognize; a black and white striped suit that looked like he’d raked it through dust, and a mold green tie. The stubble on his face could have been his own five o’clock shadow or makeup, but it only functioned to make him look far hotter than what was fair. What was most shocking though, and Logan was baffled that he’d missed it in the initial approach, was the mop of electric-shock-straight neon green hair on his head. 

“He- I don’t-”

“Didn’t take you for the type to get flustered,” The man snorted, taking another sip. “What do you have? Aw, iced tea? And not even spiked? A crime.”

How did he not see Logan’s eyes? The hair was the exact same color; Logan would know. He’d spend the whole day watching his reflection, hoping that his soulmate would have some mercy and dye their hair back to its original color. Neon green was not exactly the most subtle color, and he had not missed the snickers or silent glances from his classmates and professors all day. So the question remained, why wasn’t this guy saying anything?

“I don’t drink. I tend to just become lethargic when I do.” He answered instead, gripping his can a little tighter. It took far too much effort to keep his voice from straining. 

“Fair enough. I’m not pressuring you to drink, no worries. At least we’ll have one sober mind at this party tonight.” The taller man winked at him, flashing him that stupidly stunning smile again. 

But then it occurred to Logan as he kept searching the man’s dark eyes desperately. His eyes were too dark, almost pitch black, while Logan’s hair was several shades lighter. So... there was no way they were soulmates. Just as quickly as the hope had exploded in his stomach, it dissipated, leaving him feeling more exhausted than usual. Stupid feelings.

“Logan, there you are!” An unusually loud voice called through his stupor and he spun around to see Virgil’s fanged smile. In the back of his mind, he remembered watching Virgil putting together his elaborate vampire costume over the last few weeks, but he’d never seen the full thing put together until now. “Ah, and Remus found you. Scram, Beetlejuice.”

Remus, apparently, didn’t seem at all offended by the jab. Instead, he seemed to smile wider. “Nice to see you too, emo. Is that any way to treat the host of the party?”

To Logan’s surprise, Virgil smiled too. “Oh, shut up. You’re going to give Logan a heart attack.”

“I’m sure he’s fine, Dracula. Why don’t you go get a drink, and I’ll keep him company?”

“Nuh uh. No way. Not leaving him with you any longer than I have already.” With that, Virgil hooked his arm through Logan’s and led him back to the drink table. 

“Remember, Virgil, drinks are only for the big kids!”

“I’m older than you are!” He flipped the bird over Logan’s shoulder to the host, earning a barked laugh in response. “He never lets me forget I’m a whole three inches shorter than him.”

“You know the host of the party?”

Virgil hummed in response, pouring himself a cup of punch that reeked of alcohol. “How else would I get invited? We were in English together in third year, and I haven’t been able to shake him since. He’s like a leech.”

“You seem friendly with him.”

The elder froze, solo cup barely touching his lips as he looked over Logan slowly. “Everything okay? You’re not usually this… quiet.” They could both tell it wasn’t the word he’d wanted to use.

For a brief moment, Logan considered telling Virgil about his brief flair of hope, about how for a single second he’d felt nothing but relief and desire and elation, and how it had been ripped away from him just as quickly. But then he realized that, no, Virgil didn’t need that to bring down the mood of the first party he’d attended in a year, since his anxiety had flared. If it still bothered him after the party, he’d bring it up. That was unlikely, though. Logan was especially gifted in the art of repression.

“I’m just a tad out of my element. Nothing to worry about,” he responded with a smile. Virgil didn’t fall for it, if the way he watched Logan as he sipped his drink was anything to go off of, but he did them both the favor of not pushing it. For now. 

“I thought I told you to wear a costume,” Virgil gasped as he drained the cup, immediately refilling it from the same bowl.  

“I did.” Logan gestured towards the single piece of paper taped to his white shirt. It took Virgil a moment to squint through the darkening light to make-out the black sharpie, reading allowed.

“‘Error 404, Costume Not Found.’ That does not count, Logan!” He laughed nonetheless, just as a deep bass filled the house. Apparently, the party had begun. He didn’t have a good argument for Virgil’s accusation, since he technically thought it very much did count, but arguing with the other was a waste of time. The two men were equally matched in the stubbornness department.  

The lights disappeared for a good few seconds before the house was illuminated in strobe lights, and the music’s volume exploded. Virgil laughed giddily; apparently his plan to get buzzed before the party could give him anxiety was intentional.

“They do, ya know.” 

Logan looked at him in confusion, and shouted over the roaring music. “What?”

“Your eyes! They do glow in the dark!”

“Shut up!” 

“You look like a glowstick!” He began to giggle wildly, leaning on Logan for support. 

“No more drinks for a good half hour, Virge,” Logan chided gently, replacing his solo cup with a water bottle from the table. Virgil whined but plucked out his vampire fangs so he could drink from the small spout easier. 

“Let’s dance,” Virgil said, grabbing Logan’s arm and leading him into the crowd.

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Logan guessed it was well past midnight when Virgil tugged on his arm for the third time, leaning close to his ear and shouting that he had to go to the bathroom.

“Again?!” Logan called back at the vampire’s back. There was no malice in his words, not when he knew Virgil had been anxious to go to this party and he tended to drink more water when he was anxious. It was just all coming back for revenge now. 

To Logan’s delight, the excitement of the party had started to push out the event from earlier. His mood was no longer dampened by the let down of what he thought was meeting his soulmate, and he could finally enjoy the one event he allowed himself to go to this semester. School was important, but he allowed this for Virgil. He hadn’t expected himself to have a good time as well. 

It wasn’t even a minute after Virgil had left that there was a loud shout and Logan was jostled harshly to the side, the front of his shirt immediately soaking red from the cup of punch spilled on him. His own drink clattered to the floor.

“Shit, babe, I’m so sorry!” A man Logan didn’t recognize started to pat at his chest with a handful of tissues, an action that for some reason caused the smaller man to cringe.

“No worries. It was bound to happen eventually. Perhaps a white shirt wasn’t my smartest idea,” He responded sharply, taking the tissues from the other and dabbing himself off to the best of his abilities. Slightly relieved that he now had a valid reason, he ripped off his poor attempt at a costume and crumpled up the soaking wet paper in the hand not trying in vain to dry himself. Despite Logan obviously being uninterested, the taller man stayed where he was, watching Logan’s actions with fierce intensity. His lip curled as his eyes trailed down the now nearly see-through shirt.

“If you wanted, I could get that shirt off of you. Fool around, give it some time to dry?”

“I’m so flattered,” Logan deadpanned, “But no thanks.”

“Aw, too bad,” The man cooed, shrugging. His demeanor did a full one-eighty, his predatory gaze replaced with innocence, “Was worth a try. Let me at least get you a new drink, since I ruined your other one.”

“That’s not necessary-”

“I insist.” He laid a hand on Logan’s shoulder, causing a tingling cold to spread through his whole body. The smaller man barely contained a shudder as the man gave him another wolf like grin before disappearing into the crowd towards the drinks table.

Logan was hoping he��d forgotten, and just wouldn’t come back, but the man reappeared in moments, popping open a pink lemonade and handing it to him.

“Saw your other drink was non-alcoholic, so I got the only other one left.”

“Uhm…” Logan looked critically at the can, his alarm bells flaring. But… he’d seen the man open it, right? So it’s not as if he could have done something to it. Perhaps this guy really did have the right intentions, just an iffy way of showing them. “Thank you.” 

He took a sip as the man smiled with too much teeth. “So, are you here alone?”

“No,” Logan responded a little less coolly, “I’m here with a friend. He just went to the bathroom.” Another sip.

“Oh, that’s fun! Are you guys in the same year?”

“Yes. We are both fourth years.” The man was acting kinder, and Logan was starting to consider that perhaps their initial meeting had been a misunderstanding on his part. Maybe he had just wanted to help out, but Logan, being cynical as always, had assumed the worst. Wasn’t that just like him, though? Always so quick to conclusions, ruining good things before they have a chance to happen. Trying to chase away his annoyance with himself and the bitter taste it had left on his tongue, he took a longer swig of the can.

“Hey, me too! I’m an English major, what about you?”

“Business with an astronomy minor.”

“That sounds difficult. How many semester hours are you clocking at right now?”

“I… uhm…” And for the life of him, he couldn’t remember. It was a high number, he knew for sure. He shook his head. “Fifteen, sixteen? Maybe seventeen?”

The man whistled. “Damn, impressive. Remind me of your name, again?”

Had he told him in the first place? “Logan.”

“And what brings a studious man such as yourself to a party like this?”

“My- My friend.” Logan couldn’t help shake his head again, hoping the fog in his mind would scatter. That’s what he got, staying out this late when his sleep schedule was usually so precise. “He doesn’t like… parties. So he asked…” He blinked hard a couple times, finding himself swaying on his feet. “He asked me…”

“Hey, are you okay?” The man placed his hand on his arm in an ironclad grip, holding him steady, “Logan, can you hear me?”

“Yeah, I… Dizzy,” He murmured, reaching up blearily and grabbing onto him. 

“Are you dehydrated? Maybe you should drink some more.”

What were the symptoms of dehydration again? Dizziness, check. Fatigue, check. Confusion, check. Thirst? Yeah, he could drink something, but he’d been drinking all night, so why…

The can dropped from his hand, the second one tonight, and he tried weakly to pull away. Instead of letting him go, the man pulled him closer, wrapping an arm bruisingly tight around his waist. 

“You… you drugged-”

“You don’t look so good, Logan. Let’s get you upstairs so you can lie down, yeah?”

“No, I don’t…” He was unable to escape, barely able to keep his feet under him, as the man started dragging him to the stairs. Where the hell is Virgil? Logan could feel tears pricking his eyes as his breathing hitched, and for the first time in years, he felt real panic. This couldn’t be happening. This isn’t-

“Let him the fuck go!”

A voice distinctly not Virgil’s shouted over the music, and Logan didn’t even dare hope it’s directed at the man still clutching him. His luck would never be that good. But through his blurry vision, a pin striped blob with a mess of green hair breaks through the crowd, marching distinctly up to them. 

“He came here with me.” Logan could just make out the stronger man’s words through his dizzied state. “He just had a bit too much to drink. I’m going to let him lay down.”

“Like hell you are. Give him to me.” 

“How dare you-”

“Logan. Doesn’t. Drink. And I know who he came here with.” Remus snarled, edging towards the duo threateningly, “Now let go of him before I break your fucking jaw.”

With almost as much physical relief as emotional, the man finally released his painful hold on Logan and shoved his way through the crowd, the distant shouts of inconvenienced partygoers near the door the only signal that he’d completely left. 

For all his effort, Logan couldn’t hold himself up and collapsed. At first the feeling of strong arms picking him up bridal style caused him to panic and he lashed out, feebly hitting the chest of whoever was holding him. Realizing they were now walking up the stairs, the same place the other man had been pulling him, caused his breath to hitch in his throat.

“Woah there, Lo. You’re okay. It’s just me, it’s Remus, okay? Take a deep breath, just relax. I won’t hurt you.”

For some reason that Logan couldn’t fathom, the words calmed him down. Somewhere, Logan acknowledged that even though Virgil had known Remus for a while, Logan had only talked to him for a total of five minutes, and he probably shouldn’t trust an essential stranger when he’s like this. He’s just too tired to fight though, no matter how his adrenaline is pumping. 

“V’rg’l,” Logan whimpered, clutching Remus' shirt with all the strength of a wet leaf, “W’nt h’m.”

“I’ll get Virgil as soon as you’re safe, okay? Don’t worry,” Remus’ soothing voice rumbled through Logan from where he was pressed to the taller’s chest, making his eyelids flutter. His arms felt like over boiled pasta and his stomach was doing flips, but Remus’ voice broke through the fog he was in and settled him in a way he hadn’t felt before. Maybe it was the drugs.

“We’re at the top of the stairs now, okay? I’ll take you to my room, since it’s the only one with a lock. So we know there won’t be any horny college kids in there, making a mess of my sheets. Gotta unlock it without dropping you, hold on, and… A HAH! Got it. You want the light on or off?”

Logan couldn’t compute the question, much less make a choice. He made a sound that was slightly reminiscent of a stalled car engine, letting his head loll towards the lump that he assumed was a bed.

“Let’s compromise.” With all the care in the world, Logan was placed onto the sheets and gently rolled onto his side, a heavy comforter pulled up to his shoulders. Remus shifted away and a dim light flashed through his eyelids, enough to notice but definitely not enough to hurt his throbbing head. A table lamp, probably.

“No falling asleep on me, okay? You need to stay awake. I don’t know what that fucker gave you. I’m texting Virgil now, he’ll be here soon. Just keep your eyes open.”

Logan opened his eyes despite his overwhelming urge to sleep, and was immediately assaulted by a swirl of colors as the world tilted. An explosion of nausea tilted him forward and he pushed himself up on his elbows.

“‘m g’nna-” He didn’t have to finish his sentence before there was a plastic garbage can under his cheek and he heaved, throwing up the remnants of dinner and all he drank that evening. He didn’t even have the energy to be embarrassed as he flopped back down onto his side, squeezing his eyes shut again.

“Oh, Logan,” Remus whispered. 

There was a pounding on the door and Logan didn’t even have the energy to flinch from the violent sound. Remus stood quickly and unlocked it, barely opening it before someone barreled into the room, the newcomer gasping for breath.

“What the fuck happened?!” Virgil screamed, dropping on his knees next to the bed, hand reaching up to lay on Logan’s cheek.

“He got roofied by some motherfucker I haven’t seen before. I caught him in the stairwell before anything happened.” Remus was still standing by the open door. The music was flowing in louder now, and Virgil’s raged shouting wasn’t helping his headache at all.

“I’m going to fucking kill whoever did this. I’ll fucking kill him!”

“Virgil, you’re real hot when you’re pissed, but calm the hell down. Yelling won’t help Logan.”

“You’re… shit, you’re right. Okay. I’m fine. I’m fine.”

“Watch him. Keep him on his side, bin’s to your left if he has to hurl again. I’m cutting this shit show.”

Logan finally cracked his eyes open as the door shut, Virgil leaning backwards to lock it. When he turned back and saw his friend’s eyes open, he almost wept.

“I’m so sorry Lo, I shouldn’t have asked you to come.”

“‘s okay.”

“No, no it’s not. I got distracted talking to someone, but I should have come back sooner. You could’ve… You could’ve been…”

“Not y’r fa’lt,” Logan mumbled, reaching over blindly to try and find Virgil’s hand. The other must have sensed his intentions and gripped onto the flailing limb, interlocking their fingers. 

“You better not be blaming yourself.”

Technically, he was. He should have been more careful, shouldn’t have taken a drink from a stranger, should have noticed something was off the moment his mind started to fade. Never in his life would he say that this kind of situation was the victim’s fault but… he couldn’t help it when it came to himself. He’d always been self critical that way. Bringing this up to Virgil would be a death wish, though, and an argument he certainly did not have the energy for right now. 

The music cut off downstairs and Logan sighed in relief, nearly smiling at Remus’ shout for everyone to get out of his house. For someone he’d met once, he was protective, that was for sure. 

Virgil didn’t force him to talk. They both just enjoyed the silence for a while, the only sound being the occasional shout from downstairs and Virgil’s sniffles. Logan couldn’t exactly blame him; he’d cry too if he had the brainpower. He didn’t though, which was the problem, so he allowed his hand to be held and allowed himself to get lost in the feeling of a thumb brushing over his knuckles.

There was a quiet knock on the door and Virgil reached over to unlock it, allowing Remus to walk back in. “Sorry that took so long. Wanted to double check that anyone using someone else as a crutch was black out drunk, not drugged. Here, sit him up.”

Virgil shifted so he was behind Logan and pulled him up against him, holding him steady as Remus lifted a glass of water to his lips. “You have to be thirsty. Do your best to keep this down, Lo.” Suddenly realizing how thirsty he actually was, Logan downed half the glass before Remus pulled it away. “Not so much, you’ll get sick.” There was a clink as the glass was placed on the bed side table. “We need to take him to the hospital. I don’t know how much whatever the fucker gave him.”

“I’m too drunk to drive,” Virgil said, gently lowering Logan back onto his side.

“I didn’t drink that much, but I’m not safe either. You got a friend who can take us?”

“Yeah,” The shorter mumbled as he shakily typed in his phone password, “I’m going to call Patton, just a second.” He moved to the furthest corner of the small room and the conversation faded into the background. At least Virgil was talking… that meant Patton picked up, right? 

“Shitty way to end a pretty spectacular holiday,” Remus stated as he sat back on his spot, letting a hand rest on Logan’s leg.

“‘m s’rry.” 

“Ah, shit, that’s not what I meant. I’m mad for you, not at you. Ya know,” As he spoke, he reached up and did something to his eyes, almost picking at them, “Halloween’s the only valid holiday in my book. Christmas is too overrated, Easter is senseless, Thanksgiving? No thanks, I don’t glorify genocide. But Halloween? I get to dress slutty or spooky or fucking ridiculous, and no one can give me two shits about it. I get to throw ragers and stab gourds into faces and buy discount candy until I’m fifty percent chocolate. I mean, I dyed my hair green for it, paid extra for the glow in the dark shit, and all I got were compliments.”

His hands had returned to his lap and he was fiddling with something. Logan tried to make out what it was, but it just looked like black plastic. Tiny, flexible pieces of black plastic. That Remus had pulled from his eyes.

They were colored contacts.

“I guess I do kind of blame Roman for getting me into Beetlejuice, but it is one of his least favorite musicals, so it’s also a bit of a ‘fuck you’ to him-”

“R’mus,” He breathed, and even that faint call was enough to snap Remus back to him. The taller man turned to him immediately, and Logan forgot how to breathe. 

Because his eyes were brown, and in the dim light of the single lamp, they absolutely shone. 

His eyes were the same brown as Logan’s hair, and Logan’s eyes became that offensive green around the same time as Remus dyed his for the costume, and that’s all the confirmation Logan needed to push himself up onto the hands and lunge forward to kiss him. The effort is strenuous and the lurch almost makes him heave again, but oh Lord, he just found his soulmate and it’s actually him and-

“Woah, woah woah woah. Hold on there, cowboy.” Remus gently pushes him back down before their lips can meet, “You are very drugged right now. I am not kissing you drugged. Sober, hell yes. But not like this.”

“Y’re my-”

“Soulmate. I know. I kind of figured when I saw your eyes. But I figured… I might as well get you to like me before I dropped that kind of bombshell. Although… I was hoping that would be accomplished by basic flirting, but then the party started getting out of hand, so I was always busy with-”

“Patton’s on his way,” Virgil spoke up, joining the two on the bed. “You okay, Lo?”

“He figured it out,” Remus said softly, letting a hand card through Logan’s hair. 

“I was wondering how long that would take.”

Logan gave a weak smile, his own fear and adrenaline starting wear off slightly. He was safe here, and he felt like he wasn’t going to be let out of sight for a while. 

“Drink some more water, wallflower,” Remus whispered, helping him sit up, “We’ll take care of you.” 

[writer-k-pop]

Tipsy

다른 멤버들한테 말하지 말고 샅이 일하는 게 제일 좋아요. Don’t tell the other members, but you’re my favorite to work with.

Description: [REQUEST: Hey I have I request for a jungkook imagine. Y/n is a new music producer for bts and after finishing up the next album the have a party or smth to celebrate in which she gets a lil' tipsy 😅 and confesses to Kookie that she likes him and obviously he thinks she's really cool likes here back] Hope you enjoy it! (P.S. to the person who requested this: for some reason your message disappeared soon after you requested this so I didn’t get to write down your url which also meant I couldn’t message you to say it was finished, sorry!) Warnings: Swearing Genre: Fluff, idol!Jungkook x music producer!fem-reader Word Count: 2.5k

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The release party was something new Big Hit was trying. Something about truly celebrating their artists' every release. Which I didn't mind because it gave me an excuse to take a break from the computer screens and the incessant rhythms and melodies running through my mind. But it mean that I couldn't be in my usual sweatpants and hoodie. No, I had to be dressed up in a nice little outfit with my hair and make up done cause there was of course cameras.

"Would you stop fussing with that?" Aimee swatted my hand away from the bottom of my skirt. "You look divine."

"I feel like an exposed wire." I mumbled, cupping my drink with both hands to keep them away from my dress.

"A hot exposed wire." She laughed and I gave her a weak smile. Aimee sighs and puts an arm around my shoulders, "Look, you look really good and you did a really good job on the album so will you knock that drink back and say a really big fuck it?" She looked at me and I knew she was right.

I raised my cup and tapped it against hers, "To a really big fuck it." I toasted before we both take a big gulp. The sudden assault of alcohol against my throat sent a shiver down my spine but as the shiver passed through, my body began to loosen up slightly.

Before long, I was on my third drink of the night, had a warm buzz running through my body, and no longer cared about how my dress looked on me.

"I mean you would think that they would at least come over and say hello." Aimee stated while looking around the room, "You worked on literally every song on this album and they haven't even stopped by to say thank you or shit." She crossed her arms over her chest in disbelief.

"I texted them earlier today." I told her, trying to calm her but she's had a couple more drinks than I have.

Aimee puckered her lips, "Tsk. They should still show their faces to you."

I chuckled and looked down at my half empty cup. Raising it up to my lips, the 7 boys I had worked with for months saunter up to the table.

"Speak of the devil." I whispered to Aimee who whipped around. I thought she was going to glare at them and scold them for not coming sooner but instead she was all giggles and smiles.

"There you guys are!" She exclaimed and gave Hobi a small hug, "I was wondering when you guys were going to show up." They gathered around the table and Jungkook ends up standing next to me. Which right then, wasn't an issue, but if I was sober, you bet my heart rate would've sped up so fast.

"Well, you guys gotta stop being so hard to find." Jin joked, gesturing at us for emphasis.

I raised my cup, "My fault." I admitted, "Used to the dark corners and basements."

"You know," Jimin said, "I was half expecting you to show up in your sweats."

"I wanted to." I told him, "But apparently the boss man wanted me to feel like an exposed wire."

"Hot exposed wire." Aimee pushes my shoulder and I stumbled into Jungkook.

His reflexes acted quickly and he caught me by the shoulders before gravity could take over.

"You good?" Jungkook asked, trying to keep his laughter at bay.

The boys have seen me drink before but I don't they've ever seen me tipsy or drunk before.

I corrected myself and nodded a little too enthusiastically. "I'm good."

Jungkook nodded, "Well, you look good for an exposed wire." He said with a smile.

I smiled back and let the smile close my eyes, "Thank you." I said before taking another sip from my cup.

"You boys did great on the new album." Aimee complimented them and the boys smiled proudly.

"You guys did amazing work too." Namjoon returned the compliment.

I shook my head, "All I did was get these persistent rhythms and melodies out of my head. You guys brought them to life."

"We wouldn't have had anything to bring to life if it weren't for you." Taehyung pointed out.

"Where did you even come up with 'Back to Me'?" Jungkook asked, looking towards me while leaning on the table.

I thought back to my inspiration for their title track and nearly bursted into laughter. "You won't believe me."

"Try us." Jimin encouraged me on and Jungkook's eyes said the same thing.

"I was waiting to cross a busy intersection and I dropped my ice cream cone. Then it just formed in my mind." I said with laughter.

The others laughed along but Jungkook didn't laugh as hard as the others. When I looked over at him, I swore I saw him looking at me in adoration. I told myself it was the alcohol in my system.

"So, if you dropped your breakfast, you think you'd make a song that could get us into the Hall of Fame?" Jin wondered, forcing me to pull my attention away from Jungkook.

"I don't think it works that way." I shrugged and smiled sheepishly. Then I felt a slight movement next to me and immediately turned and pointed a finger at Jungkook, "And do not even think about trying, mister."

Jungkook smiled widely, having been caught. "You never know." Is all he said.

"Hey, hey, hyung, isn't that..." Hobi smacked Yoongi's arm and pointed across the room at someone.

"Holy shit." Yoongi exhaled in awe, "No way."

"Let's go!" Hobi pushed Yoongi away from the table and towards the new person.

"Hey, (y/n), will you be in the studio tomorrow?" Namjoon asked.

I glanced down at my now 2/3's empty cup, "I can be."

"I mean, if you are, I wanted to run some things by you." He shrugged like it wasn't the biggest deal.

"I'll let you know." I told him, my uncertainness evident in my voice.

"Jin, I think your parents are leaving." Taehyung said and points towards the exit where Jin's parents were indeed standing, looking around, presumably for him.

Jin left the table with Namjoon, Jimin, and Taehyung following him. Leaving me at the table alone with Jungkook as Aimee had disappeared sometime earlier.

"You know," I rest my head on my hand as my elbow leans against the table top, "You should get out of your baggy clothes more often." I said, fully taking in Jungkook's attire.

Jungkook barked out a laugh, "I could say the same to you."

"Ooh, don't." I puckered my lips in distaste.

"Alright, I won't." He said and drummed his fingers against the table.

"Are you going to show up tomorrow too?" I suddenly questioned him.

"I, uh, I might?" He said, flustered and quite unsure of his own answer.

I peeked at my phone for the time and then sighed, reading the 1:44am timestamp. "Well, if you all are going to show up then I should probably be going to bed."

"I'll walk you home." Jungkook suggested immediately.

I lightly shook my head, "You don't have too. It's just down the block."

Jungkook shook his head harder, "I want to. Think of it like sort of repaying back for some of the nights I would stay late in your studio to watch you work." He explained and my brain repeated its mantra for the night.

"Fuck it." I shrugged, "Okay. Walk me home, Jungkook." I grabbed my purse and started walking to the doors. Jungkook followed soon after.

As we walked outside, the chill of the night didn't even faze me. In fact, I welcomed it as it sat against my hot skin.

"Which way?" Jungkook asked, looking left and right as if he was trying to guess which direction my house was in.

I pointed across the street, "Straight and then we go left at some point."

"At some point?" Jungkook repeated, "You do know your way home, right?"

"Yes. I'm tipsy. Not drunk. I know where I live." I rolled my eyes and looped my arm in his without thinking. I registered that he stiffened ever so slightly but the thought was lost somewhere between registering and comprehending the information.

"Have you developed that one track anymore?" I asked him as we made our way across the street.

"Uh, kind of. I'm stuck again." He admitted.

"Bring it in tomorrow." I told him, "Namjoon's coming in and I won't have anything pertinent to be working on. We can hammer it out together."

"I'll do that." Jungkook smiled softly.

I looked up at the clear sky and exhale, "I enjoy working with you." I said, letting my heart do the talking while it shoved my brain behind the heavy (but still see through) alcohol curtain, "Like I really enjoy it. It's kind of a favorite. Don't tell the other members, but you're my favorite to work with."

"Oh yeah?" Jungkook said, a cocky smile growing on his face. "And why's that?"

"It could be that your music style is similar to mine." I explained, "Or it could be that it's just easy to work through things with you. Or it could be that I like you. Yeah, it's probably cause I like you. I mean, that's really the main reason. I just like spending time with you. Is that weird?" I asked him with innocence because my brain hadn't fully registered what just came out of my mouth.

Jungkook is stunned for a split second before he shook his head, "No, not weird at all. I like spending time with you, too. I like you, too."

I gave him a single nod, "Good. Cause otherwise I would've questioned how you were able to fool me into thinking that you liked working with me." I then spotted the street lamp we were supposed to turn at, "Left." I said and used my body to lead Jungkook in the right direction.

"Do you ever think about writing lyrics?" Jungkook wondered, returning to a normal walking pace.

"Sometimes." I told him honestly, "But I never release them. Not even as demos."

"So you've written some?" He assumed.

"Yes." I answered, "But they are locked away where no one will ever find them."

"On your computer under a password?" Jungkook guessed.

"Maybe." I pouted, slightly upset that he guessed its location so quickly.

"And the password is probably something like 'Tata and Kookie.'" He continued to guess and I stopped in my tracks, stopping him as well.

"How the HELL did you know?" I exclaimed, disbelief written all over my face.

Jungkook chuckled, "You have Tata and Kookie everywhere in your studio. It's kind of obvious."

"Fuck." I whisper-shouted, disappointed at myself for giving away the answer that easily.

"It's okay. I won't look." He said once we started walking again, "It's just cool to know that you have them there. I bet they're good."

"Not as good as what you guys can write." I told him with a shrug.

"Nah, I bet they're fantastic." Jungkook countered. "Maybe one day you'll show 'em to me?"

"Maybe." I nodded but I didn't know if I would fulfill it.

"Are you going to remember this tomorrow?" Jungkook asked as I spotted my building approaching.

"Probably. Though maybe not right away." I admitted, wondering why he wanted to know.

Jungkook nodded in thought.

"Why?" I asked, unable to keep the question inside.

"Just curious." He simply stated.

"Uh huh." I commented unconvinced and then stopped in front of my building, "Well, this is me."

"You live pretty close to the company buildling." Jungkook observed, rocking back in his heels.

"Makes the commute 100 times easier." I told him and leaned in closer, "I tend to sleep in late." I giggled at my sudden confession.

Chuckling, Jungkook smiled, "So that's why you show up to work in sweats so often."

"Oh no." I shook my head and then I corrected him, "That's a choice."

"Will it be the choice tomorrow?" Jungkook asked as I stepped towards the front doors.

I smiled teasingly, "You'll just have to find out." I teased him and spotted a grin on his face before I turned and entered my building.

I could feel my mind start to analyze the events of the night, but the remaining alcohol buzz chose to ignore it for the night.

~Morning~

I took a swig from my water bottle sitting on my night stand and picked up my phone to check the time. A ripe 7:35 am. I scrolled through my text notifications and from most recent to oldest, they read:

From Namjoon: Hey, what time do you think you'll be in? I've got some free time between 10 and 12. Let me know!

From Aimee: BTS ALBUM #1 WORLDWIDE AGAIN! AND 'BACK TO YOU' MV'S GOT 100 MILL!

From Jungkook: Tomorrow, could we also try to get this melody out of my head?

From Jungkook: To discuss lyrics and such...

From Jungkook: Are you free to eat a meal with me sometime?

From Jungkook: Can you also help me with a lyric?

From Taehyung: Hello? (Y/n)??? You cOnFeSsEd?!

From Jungkook: I'm still stuck on the track.

From Jungkook: I'm gonna try to work on the track tonight.

From Taehyung: YOU CONFESSED?! WHAT HAPPENED TO WAITING A FEW WEEKS?!

From Jungkook: I hope you got in okay. Sleep tight.

I blinked at my phone, reading the texts over, specifically the ones from Taehyung.

I... confessed... .... ?

"It could be that your music style is similar to mine. Or it could be that it's just easy to work through things with you. Or it could be that I like you. Yeah, it's probably cause I like you. I mean, that's really the main reason. I just like spending time with you. Is that weird?" My voice echoed in my head and my brain melted into mush.

"Oh... fuck." I whispered then I remembered Jungkook's response.

"No, not weird at all. I like spending time with you, too. I like you, too."

And just like that, my brain was fully functional and my heart was bouncing around my chest like a ping pong ball on steroids. I pulled myself out of bed and responded to the texts.

To Namjoon: Yes, I'll be in at like 9 so stop by whenever.

To Aimee: Hell yeah!

To Taehyung: Yes... yes I did. Did he tell you?

To Taehyung: And apparently I said screw waiting.

To Jungkook: Don't worry about the track, we'll finish it today.

To Jungkook: I can help you with the lyric and the melody.

To Jungkook: I'll eat a meal with you... but only if you pay and as long as we don't talk about work ;)

I shuffled into the bathroom and started brushing my teeth when my phone buzzes with a text.

From Jungkook: Deal, no work talk. Friday?

To Jungkook: Friday.

To Jungkook: What time are you wanting to come in today?

From Jungkook: 9? 10? Idk

To Jungkook: I'll be in around 9. My door'll be open.

I smiled at my phone with my toothbrush sticking out of my mouth. Then I decided that maybe I should say 'fuck it' more often.

[shutupandshipit]

Little Socks - Oneshot

Summary: So, Katsuki thought maybe he was ready to broach a subject the two of them had never discussed before. Not even in passing. "Izu," he said, head pillowed on his arms on the edge of the tub while he waited for his alpha to finish rinsing off and join him.

"Yes, love?" Izuku replied absentmindedly, hands still shoved root deep into his mass of curls. Even wet and brushing his waist, his hair was still thick with a stray curl poking out here and there in rebellion against the water.

Katsuki's omega purred contentedly in his chest at the pet name. He let the sound out, just a quiet rumble from his nostrils, barely loud enough to hear. "Have you ever thought of having pups?"

.....

Or where Katsuki and Izuku discuss having kids, and Izuku lets on about a fear he has.

Pairing: Bakudeku

Rating: T

Author’s Note: It’s a Christmas fic, y’all. Pure and simple fluff. Enjoy!

Katsuki and Izuku had been together for the better part of a rather domestically happy decade. Yeah, they had their bad days just like any other couple, but they were good more often than not. Christmas Eve found them getting ready to wrap up another happy year together. This would be their first holiday season together without being on call for some time because even though the country pretty much shut down for the holiday, villainy never ceased. So, heroes took turns being on call during the holidays. This year they weren't even on the list as backups. They had from the 24th of December all the way to the 2nd of January all to themselves.

So, Katsuki thought maybe he was ready to broach a subject the two of them had never discussed before. Not even in passing. "Izu," he said, head pillowed on his arms on the edge of the tub while he waited for his alpha to finish rinsing off and join him.

"Yes, love?" Izuku replied absentmindedly, hands still shoved root deep into his mass of curls. Even wet and brushing his waist, his hair was still thick with a stray curl poking out here and there in rebellion against the water.

Katsuki's omega purred contentedly in his chest at the pet name. He let the sound out, just a quiet rumble from his nostrils, barely loud enough to hear. "Have you ever thought of having pups?" Whether it was an outcome of his stupid omega brain or a conclusion he'd come to on his own, Katsuki had wanted children with Izuku since they'd gotten together in their first year as pro-heroes. Not wanting to push, he'd never mentioned the topic and figured Izuku would eventually bring it up. They'd been unmarried, sharing a teeny tiny apartment with four other people, just starting out and living paycheck to paycheck. It had been a bad time, so he'd let it drift to the back of his mind, and waited.

Things were different now though, and Izuku still hadn't brought it up. The idea. The possibility. The, Katsuki was hesitant to say, eventuality.

Izuku stalled for the space of a moment, but didn't raise his head to look at Katsuki. It was harder to tell with the heavy moist air of the room, but a sour note slashed straight through Izuku's normally mint and rainstorm scent. He could hear as Izuku swallowed and continued rinsing conditioner from his hair. "Uh, no, not really. Why do you ask?" That sour note flared again.

A lie if Katsuki had ever heard one from Izuku. Taking the higher road, he didn't call him on it.

Humming, he reached out a hand to wrap a strand of Izuku's hair around his fingers. "Just been thinking that we're in a good place for it. We're at the top of the hero charts, have a steady income. We're not starving sidekicks anymore. We've been married for three years now, and mated longer. I think we're ready."

Finishing, Izuku wound his hair into a knot on the top of his head that Katsuki was going to have to untangle for him later, and waited for Katsuki to adjust so he could climb in between his legs. Izuku leaned back against his chest. Catching one of his hands, he dugs his thumbs into the sensitive flesh of his palm, massaging gently.

"Izu?" Katsuki said against the top of his head when he didn't answer. He couldn't see Izuku's face, but he could feel the tension all along his back.

"That was a lie."

"I know."

"It's just that..." Trailing off, Izuku released a frustrated little huff.

"Do you not want to have kids?" Katsuki's omega whined pitifully in his chest, jumping to conclusions as it always did. He shoved its head down, refusing to take Izuku's silence as confirmation.

Izuku didn't speak until he moved to Katsuki's opposite hand. "It's not that, it's just that... I'm scared."

Katsuki pressed a kiss to the back of Izuku's neck before moving to pepper his shoulders. "Why are you scared?"

Breath hitching, Izuku tilted his head in submission and Katsuki's omega purred at the display. "It's just that... I didn't grow up with my dad around. I haven't seen him since I was four. I haven't talked to him since I was six! The only reason we know he isn't dead is the flowers he sends every year on my parents' anniversary and my birthday cards!"

Katsuki ran his free hand over Izuku's belly, pulling his flush against his body. "I remember the day he left. It was the first day we met and I shared my ice cream with you because you looked so pitiful. Even your All Might balloon looked depressed, partially deflated and almost hitting the floor. It was so ugly."

Izuku snorted out a small laugh which was the whole reason Katsuki had mentioned it anyway. "I just... how am I supposed to know how to be a dad when I never had one around? What if I'm a terrible dad? I don't... want to be a bad dad. I don't want to be like mine was... is."

"Izuku, baby, listen to me," Katsuki said, moving his hand so that he could slot their fingers together, squeezing tightly, "You're not going to be a bad father, you want to know how I know? Because you had a mother who raised you right. You're great with kids of all ages. And you're you. Nobody is perfect, that's not what I'm saying. Everyone makes mistakes. That's why there's two of us. We're a team."

Izuku struggled against his hold, trying to turn and face him, but Katsuki held fast. He snarled, frustrated. "You don't know that though! You can't know that!"

"I do because you're my mate! I wouldn't have chosen some two-bit alpha who was going to be a shit dad," Katsuki told him truthfully, and sighed when Izuku only continued to struggle. He let his alpha turn to face him, but caught his face in his hands before he could talk. "Izuku, just fucking be there and you'll already be doing better."

Tears filled Izuku's eyes and spilled over just as quickly. Shakily, he asked, "You really think I'd be a good father?"

"Yes."

"You really want to have kids with me?"

Katsuki pressed a kiss to his nose and then his forehead. "Have since we first started dating."

Green eyes grew impossibly wide. "Really?"

"Really really."

Izuku beamed, pressing in for a languid kiss that Katsuki drank up. When they pulled apart, Izuku was still smiling.

"Get back in here, nerd," Katsuki grumbled, pushing on Izuku's shoulder to get him to turn back around. "Tomorrow's Christmas, and I want to get to bed soon."

.....

They woke with the rising of the sun like the did most mornings, but Christmas was a particularly special sunrise for them. It had been the day they'd started dating, tipsy and swaying beneath mistletoe at Yaoyorozu's home. Bundled tight in heavy coats and scarves, they climbed to the top of the roof with cups of steaming coffee to cuddle together as the first rays of sun crested over the horizon. Around them, the world's sounds were silenced with the thick blanket of fresh snow.

Anxiety was a thick cord around Katsuki's throat making it difficult to enjoy that silence, and it was all he could do not to let the anxiety leak into his scent. He tugged at his scarf as he cleared his throat. Izuku glanced over at him with sleepy green eyes and that dopey enamored smiled Katsuki loved so much. "Listen, I know we're not doing gifts till later, but I want you to open this one now." He extracted a thin black box from the pocket of his coat, holding it out to Izuku with a trembling hand.

Sitting up straight, Izuku stared down at the box in confusion. When he traded his coffee mug for it, he frowned and then grinned again. "What's in here, Kacchan? It's so light."

Rolling his eyes, Katsuki huffed, "Just open it, alright."

There wasn't much too it, just a lidded box he'd taped shut and slapped a bow on the top of, but he'd kept it tucked away just for this moment.

Izuku was careful as the sky began to brighten. He peeled each piece of tape off to ball up and tuck away in his pocket. When he lifted the lid and handed it to Katsuki, he just stared down in confusion at the contents.

The anxiety reared up again, hot in Katsuki's stomach, musky and so thick in his scent that even he could smell it. His omega whined just as anxiously, a high whistling trill only he could hear. They waited.

Izuku picked up the teeny tiny pair of socks, one patterned with his hero colors and the other with Katsuki's. He chuckled, and Katsuki's throat clenched. Izuku hadn't turned to look at him yet which gave him time to hide the sheer panic that roared through him. "These are so cute, Kacchan," he cooed, "but it's kind of a weird gag gift. These are way too small for me. They're small enough for a-" He cut off abruptly, eyes having dropped back to see what else was in the box.

Tears bloomed in his eyes as he picked up the picture of an ultrasound, hands trembling as he stared. He looked to Katsuki, smile watery. "Is this- Are you- Kacchan?"

Katsuki nodded, mouth still set in an uncertain line as he looked at Izuku. "I'm pregnant. I found out a few weeks ago, but I wanted it to be a surprise. I didn't know how you would react, and-"

With a happy cry, Izuku launched himself at Katsuki, and the careful grip he'd had on their cups disappeared in favor of making sure they didn't go plummeting to their deaths. Their cups clattered down the roof and dropped into the snow with soft ' thumps '.

Izuku pressed kiss after kiss across Katsuki's face until they were both laughing with the thrill of it. "You're pregnant! I'm going to be a dad! I-I-I-I-" He was sobbing, full-bodied and snotty and grinning. "Kacchan, I can't wait!"

"There's going to be nothing to wait for if you knock us off the roof and kill us, shitty nerd!" But he was laughing and holding Izuku back just as tightly as they rocked to and fro. Their scents tangled and mixed as harmoniously as they always had.

Pulling back and kissing Katsuki again, he said, "Let's name her Katsumi!"

"You don't even know if they're going to be a girl!"

"Taiyo if  they're a boy!" Izuku replied immediately, smile blinding as the orange sunrise illuminated his face, "But I just know. It's an alpha thing. They're going to be a girl."

Rolling his eyes, Katsuki just hugged Izuku tightly against his chest, pressing a kiss to his alpha's forehead.

"Best Christmas present ever," Izuku whispered.

Of course just like Izuku predicted, when their baby was delivered, they had a little girl.

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The Other You - 21

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Whatever alcohol was present in her system evaporated alongside Chat Noir’s mask dissolving from his face. The moment the last bit of electric green disappeared, Marinette froze. 

It couldn’t be true. 

Chat Noir…

Chat Noir was Adrien?

Her Chaton was Adrien Agreste?

She stumbled back, barely able to breathe. A shiver ran down her spine as her body moved on its own, her hands covering her mouth in disbelief. 

Because this… this didn’t make any sense!

Her eyes must be deceiving her. 

Adrien couldn’t be Chat Noir! 

Chat Noir couldn’t be Adrien Agreste!

That was impossible!

It shouldn’t…

He watched her for what felt like an eternity. Her head spun, cold spreading to her very core. Adrien looked away, turning around. She couldn’t move, her body gripped by an invisible force. He called for his transformation and walked to the balcony’s door. Marinette couldn’t utter a single sound. Chat vanished into the night, but she continued to stand in her place barely breathing. 

Chat Noir was Adrien Agreste!

Chat Freaking Noir was…

Chat…

Something pinched her cheek, the pain bringing her out of the trance.

“Are you alright?” Tikki hovered at her eye level, her eyes big and blue and filled with worry.

“No,” Marinette whispered, sinking to the floor. Her body trembling, she clutched her hands together. “Chat is Adrien. Did you see, Tikki? Chat Noir is Adrien Agreste.”

“Yes. I saw that.” 

“Chat… is Adrien…” 

Chat Noir’s words that confused the heck out of her just a few moments ago suddenly made a whole lot of sense. She couldn’t remember everything he’d let out, but there was one bit that popped right at the top of her mind.

 The truth, Marinette, is that you are the one who doesn’t love me.

 Her heart tightened, breathing shallow and quick. 

That wasn’t true! 

She loved Chat! She loved him with her whole heart. 

Adrien? Gosh! If the last few weeks could prove anything it was that Marinette was still very much unable to resist him. Falling in love with Adrien must be in her genes or something, and she wasn’t talking solely about physical attraction. She loved his soul, his character, his kind heart. She loved the person he was, not just his looks. Otherwise, there would be no need to cut him off as cruelly and unequivocally as she'd done in order to stay faithful to Chat Noir.   

Her vision blurred. Marinette swallowed the lump in her throat, her gaze falling onto the dining table. The candles burned low in the middle alongside a cheese platter, a bowl of grapes, and a bottle of wine with two glasses set by each place setting. He was a horrible cook, but he’d tried his best to prepare at least something for her when she was too busy partying to do it herself. 

Her stomach dropped, every muscle in her body numbing. He'd given her a place to live basically for free when officially they were still enemies. He’d instituted a curfew and opened a cafeteria at work to keep her alive and healthy. Marinette closed her eyes, swallowing her pride. Sooner or later she had to admit it. 

He did it solely for her.

When she wasn’t taking care of herself, Adrien used whatever power he had to keep her nourished and rested to help her recover her sanity and health… all while they were still at odds with one another.

 I should've been smarter than to help you again as soon as I saw you struggling. But, no! I just had to rush in with my help, all while you despised me so much you couldn’t even stand to be in the same room with me for more than five minutes!

 The beating of her heart echoed in her ears, images of Adrien popping in front of her eyes. 

Adrien trying his best to be friendly and help her at work. Adrien apologizing for his mistakes and going above and beyond to earn her forgiveness. Adrien smiling and laughing with her. Their easy conversations in the last few weeks. His eagerness and his sincerity in trying to win her friendship again. The comfort of his company. Subtle glances she hadn't missed. The fire they ignited in the pit of her stomach. The hurt that filled his eyes at her outburst at the after-party.

Marinette curled in on herself, wrapping her hands around her head. A pitiful moan escaped her lips. It all made sense now. 

 I’ve tried so hard for you to like me.

 Was this why he shied away after the reveal? Was this why he doubted her feelings? Was this why he refused to kiss her? Because she claimed to love him in the mask while pushing away his civilian self?

 Stupid, brainless, and pathetic because despite knowing everything, knowing you hated me and knowing you’d never forgive me… I still managed to fall in love with you. 

 Her eyes snapped open. She stood hastily, catching herself on a nearby chair when her feet fumbled underneath her. “I have to go to him.”

Tikki zoomed to her face. “Marinette, no. Please, don’t rush into anything. It never ends well when you do that.”

“But, Tikki, I have to. He’s my partner and he’s hurting. I hurt him. I have to go—” 

“He’s your partner who is also Adrien. And Adrien would expect you to answer his question the next time you see him. Are you ready to give him an answer now?”

“What question?”

“Can you look Adrien in the eyes and tell him that you love him without the slightest doubt? Can you trust him with your heart again?”

She was about to scream ‘Yes!’ She had forgiven him. She was certainly attracted to him. She enjoyed his company and loved the man he had become. 

Was it enough, though, for the kind of love she knew he wanted? 

Could she look at him and tell him she loved all of him with all of his faults and with their history? More importantly, could she trust him enough to open her heart and give him a chance? Because the “can’t fully trust you” bit Marinette threw at Adrien back at the after-party wasn’t as baseless as it seemed. She might have forgiven him, she might have been falling in love with him, but building back the trust they once shared required time that simply hadn’t passed yet.

Was she ready for the kind of commitment Adrien wanted and deserved?

Marinette couldn’t say. She wasn’t sure. Making that choice at this moment terrified her. 

“You have to be careful with this,” Tikki said, gently cuddling her holder’s cheek. “There’s a lot at stake. His heart is at stake. Yours too. Please. I don’t want you two getting hurt anymore. I'm not sure either of you can handle any more of the heartache, and we both know that when you act on an impulse, you tend to overreact and say or do things you don’t mean. So, please, Marinette. Don’t rush. Calm down. Think about it and, only when you’re absolutely certain in your decision, act.”

Shaking, Marinette closed her eyes, weaving her arms around her torso. “I have to talk to him, Tikki.”

“And you will. But take some time to figure out your feelings first. This might be a life-changing decision for both of you. Please, don't take it lightly. Don't act recklessly when it’s someone’s heart on the line.”

Marinette looked at Tikki, but images of others stood before her eyes. Alya. Nino. Adrien. Perhaps, even her own parents. Who knew how many more. All the times she hurt those she loved, acting impulsively, without thinking, following her temper, trying to prove herself right or achieve what she wanted, turning a blind eye to the needs and desires of others. She really had become like Gabriel Agreste, and she didn't like it. 

Unlike Gabriel, though, she still had the time and a chance to change. Innately, she was a good person and meant well; her heart was sure of it. But Tikki was right. Good intentions could and would turn horribly wrong if executed poorly. That much Marinette had learned quite well recently. And after a few insanely busy months of work, fresh off the rollercoaster of emotions that was this day and still somewhat tipsy after the party, Marinette was not in a state to think clearly right now. No matter how much she hated the idea, it would be better indeed for Marinette to resist her urge to go after him. She had to handle this carefully. This wasn’t a game.

“You need to recover, both physically and emotionally first.” Tikki continued on. “Pass your ESMOD exam. Isn’t it the day after tomorrow?”

Marinette nodded. “This Friday. I still need to read some of the material.”

“Then, focus on that for now. Afterwards, you’ll have a clear mind and the whole weekend to think before you have to see Adrien at work on Monday. That should be enough time to at least get an idea of how you want to move forward.”

“Perhaps, you’re right,” Marinette responded barely audibly, absentmindedly sitting at the table. Pulling one of the candles to herself, she cradled it in her palms. The flame fluttered on the candle’s wick, claiming her gaze and attention as the two men she now knew to be one merged together in her mind. 

It wasn’t just Adrien anymore who went behind her back and betrayed her trust, daring to compromise her biggest dream, even if with the best of intentions. 

No. 

That man was now also Chat Noir. 

But it also wasn’t just Chat Noir with whom she’d fought akumas for a decade, who comforted her when she was hurting, who was her best friend and always, always understood and supported her. It wasn’t just her Chaton anymore with whom she could trust her life without a doubt. It wasn’t just her partner anymore who had been proving his love for her daily for years. Who had died multiple times, protecting her!

It was also Adrien. 

Marinette closed her eyes, breathing in deeply. She needed time to come to terms with this, to find sense, to fully grasp the truth she wanted so badly but turned out to be more than she could handle at the moment.

“You should go to bed,” Tikki said, blowing out the candles in the middle of the table. “It’s past midnight already.”

“I should,” Marinette echoed and picked up the still lit candle in front of her. The flame flickered, dancing around. Beautiful. Warm and life-giving, yet so extremely dangerous at the same time. It called and mesmerized. Were she to answer its call, she would be burned. Was she ready to answer Adrien, knowing that her answer could burn them both should she be too careless?

She was too tired to know the answer herself. 

With a single breath, Marinette extinguished the flame and followed Tikki to her bedroom.

***

The sun peeked over the horizon. Marinette groaned under her covers, shifting onto her stomach. Hugging her pillow, she buried her face into it, hiding her eyes, red and puffy from hours upon hours of tossing and turning and quietly crying in between, from the light. None of the tricks she knew had helped her fall asleep. The blissful oblivion of a dreamland felt farther away with each passing moment as a single thought hammered at her mind relentlessly.

She had to talk to him. 

Yes, she had agreed that it was better for her to stay away until she was calmer, sober, and sure of her feelings and desires. She had to act carefully as not to hurt him again but… Wouldn't he take her silence for an answer? Wouldn't her not reaching out tell Adrien that she wanted neither him nor what they had between themselves back in her life? She didn't want him to think that. She hated the idea.

“Tikki?” Marinette murmured into the silence of her room. 

The kwami hummed and raised her head from the pillow beside her. 

“I was thinking. Maybe I can send him a message? Just to tell him that I need time to think? You know, so he isn't left in the dark and doesn't start assuming things?”

“A message?” Tikki blinked sleepily at her.

Marinette propped herself on her arms, her mind clearer than at any point of the last few days. “Yes. A key to a good relationship is communication, right? So I think we should start to communicate. I don't want him to think I’m giving up and moving on. I want him to know I’m taking this seriously, and I just need time to figure things out. Or something like that.”

Tikki’s smile was gentle and loving, as she flew closer to Marinette. “That’s a great idea. You can transform and leave him a message on his communicator. Plagg will let him know.”

A hint of hope filling her chest, Marinette cradled Tikki in her palms, nuzzling her little face. “I don't want to mess this up again. I love him.”

“Something tells me you will do just fine this time around. Now, transform and leave him a message. You’ll need to catch at least some sleep if you want to pass that exam.”

“Right.” Marinette got out of bed. The array of colours in the sky outside her window were breathtaking. A new day. Another chance. She wouldn't mess this one up. She would take into account her every mistake and do much better this time around. And she would start it with a message to her Chaton, a few words that hopefully would make him feel better.

Determination in her eyes, Marinette never turned away from the rising sun as she commanded, “Tikki, spots on!”

***

Thursday, Marinette buried herself under the reading materials needed to pass her exam. She struggled to keep her concentration, Adrien being constantly on her mind. Friday, she did a quick review in the morning and headed to ESMOD in the afternoon. The lucky charm Adrien gave her was the only object apart from a water bottle on her desk during the examination. Upon exiting the building afterwards, he was the first person she wanted to tell that it was easier than she’d expected, that after years of experience she knew her stuff, and if there were a few questions she didn’t know, Marinette doubted the holes in her fashion history knowledge would greatly impact her final marks. Unfortunately, she wasn’t ready to face him yet. She texted the next best person.

 Marinette: All done. I should know the results in a few days, but I’m feeling pretty confident about this.

Alya: Congrats, girl! I’m sure you passed with flying colours and I expect a party when you get your diploma. 

Marinette: LOL Of course. We’ll invite half of Paris and make lots of noise about it.

Alya: Don’t know about half of Paris, but Nino, me and Adrien better be there. You two did start talking again, didn’t you? And I mean not just business-related topics.

Marinette: It’s a bit complicated at the moment.

Alya: Complicated enough to exclude the man who requested and paid for your ESMOD exam?

 Marinette stilled, looking at her cell phone in confusion. Was she too exhausted after her test to read properly or were her eyes deceiving her? 

 Marinette: What are you talking about?

Marinette: Weren’t you the one to get me an exam through some of your contacts? 

Marinette: And what payment?

Alya: I did snoop around and found out that in your case only your direct supervisor could request the exam you needed under the “obtaining extra qualifications” program. There was also a hefty fee to go along. I told Nino. Nino mentioned it to Adrien. What magic Adrien performed I don’t know, but a few days later he texted me with the information to pass to you. 

 Marinette reread Alya’s messages at least three times before sitting down on a nearby bench. 

Was there anything good in her life recently that Adrien wasn’t involved in? 

Because it seemed that without him, she’d be in a whole different place right now. Her success, her promising future, her wellbeing, her health, perhaps even her very life—she owed that all to Adrien. 

 Alya: Plus, he brings the best wine and cheese. You simply must invite him!

 Marinette gripped her phone, debating. Telling Alya the truth was out of the question. Avoiding the subject it was, then.

 Marinette: Let’s wait for the results first. 

Marinette: About to go underground. Ttyl

Alya: Love you, girl. And let me know as soon as you get those results so I can start planning.

Marinette: Of course. <3

 Her cellphone back in her purse, Marinette descended into the Metro station. The trip back to the apartment didn’t take long. Adrien haunted her thoughts the whole way. 

He did so much good for her. As Chat Noir and as Adrien. And he didn’t seem to expect anything in return. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be doing it all behind her back. 

A few months ago Marinette would have assumed Adrien was helping her only because he didn’t think she could handle it herself, but she couldn’t say that anymore. Not when she knew Adrien and Chat Noir were one and the same. Marinette knew too well how much Chat respected her and her abilities. He helped her in battles, but he never did her job for her. He always acknowledged her competence, openly admitting that out of the two of them, she was the one best fitted for Ladybug’s role with all the skills and responsibility it demanded. 

Similarly, Adrien didn’t design or sew her collection for her. She did. He just hired her an assistant and made sure she was physically and mentally capable of doing the work herself. Adrien might have gotten her that exam, but she was the one who studied and took it. His help didn’t diminish her achievements and the more Marinette thought about it, the more grateful she felt, shame for the way she treated him in return overwhelming her at the same time. 

She had to make it right! And she had to find a way to do so quickly.

Entering the apartment, Marinette glanced in the kitchen’s direction in confusion. The light was on. Hesitantly, she entered the room but it was empty. Her sight fell to the table. A white envelope and two small boxes rested on its surface, accompanied by a small bag and a note. She picked up the note first, her heart quickening its pace. She knew that handwriting.

 I put some grapes for Duusu in the fridge for the first few days. He prefers the green, sweet variety in case you need to buy more.

 Marinette reached for the bag, finding nothing but good quality silk cut in pieces inside with another note indicating those were for Nooroo. Next, she opened one of the boxes. An electric orb erupted in front of her, a peacock kwami appearing in the middle. 

“Duusu?”

“At your service, My Guardian.” The kwami bowed.

Marinette reached for the second box, the butterfly kwami soon joining them.

“We missed you so much,” Tikki cried, flying in for a group hug with her long-missing friends. “I’m so happy you both are safe.”

She gave the kwamis a few moments to themselves. Once the initial emotions subsided, Marinette reached forward and pulled them all to her chest.

“Welcome back, guys,” she whispered. “We’ve missed you. Let’s get you into the Miracle Box. I’m sure all of your friends can’t wait to see you again.”

She quickly put both miraculouses into their slots in the Miracle Box, sending everyone and Tikki to the kwamis’ space to celebrate. Once alone, Marinette went back to the dining room. Her eyes focused on the only object left on the table she hadn’t touched yet—the letter. 

There was only one person who could’ve delivered Nooroo and Duusu. The letter must also be from him. She reached for it, jerking her hand back almost immediately. Marinette bit her lip, trying to touch the letter again. A shiver ran down her back. She withdrew again. A few moments and a couple of other failed attempts later, Marinette jumped to her feet and paced the room. Her breathing shallow, she tried to calm down and muster the courage.   

What was in it?

What did he write?

Did he curse her name?

Was he leaving a door open for her?

Why was she so terrified of reading it?

“You can do it. You can do it. You can do it, Marinette!” she chanted before snatching the envelope off the table and opening it before she could overthink it again.

 Good evening, Marinette.

I apologize for the intrusion. I know you said you needed time to think and I respect that and will wait no matter how long it takes. However, I promised to deliver Nooroo and Duusu to you and this was the only way I could think of doing so safely and without us meeting. There are also a few things I owe to tell you. That night, you asked me for the whole truth, but I delivered only some of it. A letter seems like the most appropriate method for the rest.

Before, though, I want to apologize for my outburst. My actions and words that night were unacceptable and I said things that I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry for hurting you, and I know I can't fix anything now, but I wanted you to know that despite what it may have sounded like, I don't blame you for anything. Shit happens. We all make mistakes. Some are just impossible to fix and I could never blame you for not trusting me because of my own actions.

Now, the whole truth you wanted. I won’t discuss my identity in depth. There is really not much to it. My name is Adrien Agreste. I received the Black Cat miraculous when I was fourteen and have been Chat Noir ever since. 

My father. I found out that he was Hawkmoth when I visited the mansion for those sketches you needed. I stumbled upon the butterfly miraculous in one of the drawers in his desk. Nooroo then told me about the peacock miraculous my father kept in his safe, and that Nathalie, my father’s assistant, used to be Mayura. I didn’t know either of those things before that evening, and I wish I’d never found out, but knowing my father, I was hardly surprised. 

Lastly, Felix. My cousin, Felix Graham de Vanily, lives in London and is a skilled designer, but he wasn’t the one who was assisting you these past few months. The truth is—I couldn’t find a qualified assistant for you in time, so I figured I could use Nooroo’s power to make up for my incompetence. Long story short, I akumatized myself into ‘Felix’ so I could use his skills to help you. I hope you can forgive me for that. I swear, if I could have found you a real assistant in the time frame I had, I would’ve, but it wasn't happening and time was pressing and I didn’t know what else to do. I’m sorry. And I’m sorry for the mess ‘Felix’ was. Unfortunately, being an akuma, I couldn’t control my actions and words, and I know I made you uncomfortable far too many times as ‘Felix’. I’m sorry about that. ‘Felix’ won’t be returning so you don’t have to worry about him anymore. The HR department will find you a new assistant soon. 

I guess that’s it. That’s all of my secrets, the whole truth. 

I dare, though, to ask you for a favour. I know as a Guardian, it’s your duty to gather all of the miraculouses back into the Miracle Box, but I beg you to allow me to keep Plagg. He’s been by my side for most of my life. He’s my best friend, the only family I still have. I can’t give him up. Not yet. I know there will be a point in time where I’d have to, but if I may, I’d like to hold onto him for now. I can keep you updated on his whereabouts at any given time, so you’ll be able to claim him if the need ever arises, but I’d really appreciate it if you can grant us some more time together.

One more thing, I’m sorry for what happened on that terrace. I never meant to push you to cheat on your “boyfriend”. I only wanted you to like me. I wanted you to see potential in me, so that when I revealed my identity later, you wouldn't reject me straight away. I didn't plan to kiss you. I just wanted to spend some time with you and got caught up in the moment. And I’m so, so sorry for that. I just can’t seem to think straight when it comes to you. And I don’t know if this matters anymore, but for what it’s worth, I avoided kissing you as Chat Noir not because I didn’t love you, Marinette, but because I knew you’d hate to kiss Adrien. I couldn’t do that to you. I couldn’t let you kiss the person you hate just because he had a mask on his face. 

I’m sorry if my feelings have been too much of a nuisance. I would completely understand if you decide to move on, and if that is the case, I won’t be bothering you anymore. Adrien won’t be coming back to Gabriel. Chat Noir will vanish as well. I love you too much to keep hurting you, and it seems that’s the only thing I do every time I get close. 

Please, forgive me. I never meant any harm. Thank you for everything you’ve given me. I’ll treasure every memory with you forever.

Adrien.

P.S. Good luck with your ESMOD exam. You'll do great!

P.P.S. Just thought I’d mention that you can stay at the apartment for as long as you need. I don’t use it anyway, and I don’t think I’ll be using it any time soon. When you decide to move out, leave the keys on a table and tape a note to the window, facing the writing outside. I’ll see it eventually.

 Tears pooling in her eyes, Marinette couldn’t look away. 

That idiot!

He did what? 

Doesn’t he know how dangerous—

No! It couldn’t be true! Could it?

She rushed back to the Miracle Box and took out Nooroo’s miraculous. 

“Tell me this isn’t true,” she demanded, as soon as the kwami appeared. “Tell me Adrien didn’t akumatize himself daily for months.”

 His mouth slightly ajar, Nooroo stared at her wide-eyed for a few moments before guiltily bowing his head. “He did.” 

Marinette groaned, facepalming. “How stupid could he get? Doesn’t he know how dangerous it is? There is a reason there are always two people involved in akumatazation. He could’ve easily lost control and endangered all of us.”

“Master Adrien knew the danger,” Nooroo shyly added. “That’s why he asked Plagg to keep him in line.”

“Plagg? Plagg is a kwami. How could he keep an akuma in line?”

“Master Adrien used a very fragile object for the akuma to infect, something that Plagg could easily break when needed.”

She quirked an eyebrow. That was actually very clever. “What object?”

“Your picture.”

Marinette stilled, silently staring at Nooroo for a full half-minute before uttering, “My picture?”

The kwami nodded. “Master Adrien said that because his goal was to help you, it only made sense to use your picture. In a way, he was also counting on it to keep his akumatized self from seeking other goals which, honestly, wouldn’t be an issue anyway because Plagg could de-akumatize him at a moment’s notice if he’d strayed to something different.”

Marinette sat on her bed. "By tearing up the object, in this case, a picture, right?"

“Yes.” Nooroo smiled. “Plagg had lots of fun doing that. I suspect that’s the only reason he agreed to the whole ordeal in the first place.”

“To rip up some paper?”

“Not exactly.” Nooroo chuckled. “You see, as expected, Master Adrien as an akuma didn’t want to leave your side, trying to help you with everything he could. However, he had other responsibilities, so he couldn’t afford to do that. After a few days of failing to control his ‘help Marinette’ urges, Master Adrien allowed Plagg to do whatever it took to get him out of the room and de-akumatize him at an appointed time.” Nooroo grinned. “Plagg tried different approaches and soon discovered that Master Adrien is very ticklish. Since then, all he had to do was to start tickling him and when Master Adrien couldn’t take it anymore, he’d leave the room to get rid of the annoyance. Once in a hallway, though, Plagg would tear up the picture and Master Adrien would be de-akumatized.”

Marinette couldn’t help a snicker, a lopsided smile sneaking onto her lips. 

This. 

This actually explained so much. Like why ‘Felix’ was so overbearingly helpful with everything. Obsessively, even. Or why he would never warn her that he was leaving, instead vanishing without as much as a goodbye. Or why he seemed to always be extremely uncomfortable right before disappearing. After a while, Marinette had just assumed he had some kind of a health issue and since it wasn't her place to pry, she'd decided ‘Felix’ would tell her when and if he wanted to. The real reason behind his strange behaviour was way too hilarious for her not to laugh. 

Who would’ve thought that it wasn’t some secret disease but a pesky kwami tickling his idiot of a wielder to get him out of the room?

The space filled with giggles, her eyes with tears, Marinette laughed. Oh, what she wouldn’t give to see the process of his de-akumatization! Adrien probably looked so adorable after being forced to release the butterfly and drop the transformation. Dishevelled, disoriented, and lost like a kitten. A moment later, he’d be sporting a kicked puppy look, glaring and pouting at his smug kwami, yet unable to do anything because he was the one to ask for it. That would’ve been quite a sight to behold.

“He’s such a dummy,” she giggled. “What was he thinking?” 

It was a rhetorical question, one Marinette didn’t expect an answer to, so when Nooroo gave her one, she froze.

“He was thinking of you. Master Adrien was always thinking of helping you, akuma or not. I just gave him the means to do what he wanted.”

Unable to look away, Marinette stared at Nooroo for a short while before dropping her eyes to her hands, clenched together in her lap. “Why? He didn’t know I was Ladybug when he started helping me. I was just a girl who hurt him. Who considered him an enemy for years and wanted nothing to do with him. Why would he go to such lengths to help me?” 

“I might have an answer to that,” Tikki said, flying closer. “Do you remember how the Black Cat’s miraculous wielder is chosen, Marinette?”

Her eyebrows knit in a frown, as Marinette tried to recall Master Fu's lessons. Ladybugs were chosen based on their ability to think outside the box and see things differently. People called it "creativity" but it was so much more than that.  

Black Cats were chosen… 

Her heart quickened its pace, eyes widening a fraction. 

Black Cats were chosen based on the purity of their hearts. It didn’t mean they were perfect and never made mistakes, but it took a really strong and immeasurably kind person to contain the destruction that Plagg embodied. 

With a groan, Marinette fell on her bed face up. She closed her eyes, letting memories flood her mind. She’d fallen in love with Adrien because of his kindness. She’d fallen for Chat because of his loyalty. The man she was getting to know these last few months was still just as kind and loyal, going beyond his abilities to help an estranged and bitter girl who had hated him for years. 

Her eyes filled with tears. How blind and stupid and completely unreasonable she was. How far gone in her resentment she must have been to doubt his intentions. She knew Adrien. She knew how kind and innocent and loving he was. Then why? What happened to her to get them here?

Most importantly, would he ever forgive her?

Because she loved that man. She loved him so much it hurt. 

“I have my answer, Tikki,” Marinette whispered into the silence of the room. 

“You do?”

“Yes. I love him, and I know I can trust him. All of him. With my life.”

“How about your heart?”

Marinette propped herself on her elbows and looked at Tikki, a smile gracing her lips. “Absolutely.”

“Are you sure?”

“I am. I know it won’t be a smooth ride and we’ll need to figure stuff out and work on it, but if he’ll have me, I’m more than willing to give us another chance and will do whatever it takes to make us work.”

Tikki smiled, leaning against Marinette’s cheek and snuggling. “Good. I’m glad you’ve made a decision you’re happy with.”

“We should go see him now. He’s been waiting long enough.”

Tikki closed her eyes and concentrated on something for a few moments before smiling apologetically at Marinette. "Plagg isn't in the ring, meaning Adrien isn't transformed.”

“You can feel him? Can you tell me where to find him?”

Tikki shook her head. “I can only feel Chat Noir’s energy. That’s how you can locate him with Ladybug’s yo-yo. But unless Adrien transformed, I wouldn't be able to pick up anything. Built-in identity protection.”

“Then maybe I can…” 

Oh, crap.

She didn’t have his contact information. They exchanged neither phone numbers nor emails because at first she didn’t want anything to do with him, and later it never came up. Adrien was always available at the office should she need him. Chat visited her daily and she could contact him through their communicators when he was transformed. Marinette could probably ask Alya or Nino for his number, but she didn’t really want to involve them. Alya was sure to pry and Marinette didn’t want to answer any questions before she and Adrien had a chance to talk. Plus, talking face to face would probably be the best option in their situation. 

‘Okay, then. We can get his number from the office tomo—” Marinette groaned, closing her eyes. “It's Friday. The office is closed until next week.”

“I can let you know if I sense Chat Noir if you want.”

“Thanks, Tikki. That’ll be great. And if not then I guess, we’re getting his number on Monday.”

Tikki placed a tiny kiss on Marinette’s cheek. “I’m proud of you, Marinette. You’ve grown so much.”

Marinette snuggled the kwami close. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

“Of course you could have,” Tikki smiled. “After all, you’re Ladybug. You can do anything you set your mind to.”

“Only if I have my partner by my side,” Marinette added. “There’s a reason our miraculouses are the only ones that come in a pair, isn’t there, Tikki?”

The kwami let a smile split her mouth as she nodded. “There absolutely is.” 

Unlike the previous nights, today Marinette slept soundly. Her mind made up, she dreamed of how their meeting would go, what she’d say, how Adrien would react. Would he forgive her? Would he finally kiss her now that there were no more secrets between them and he knew she didn’t hate him?

***

The morning brought more pleasant surprises—an email from Sofia Tentazione, a representative for Muï Muï, a fashion house Marinette loved probably just as much as Gabriel. She’d met Sofia at Gabriel’s afterparty and they exchanged contacts, but Marinette had never expected to hear from her. And yet, now she was staring at an email in which Sofia was asking if Marinette would be available to come in for an interview with their head designer in Milan next Wednesday. At the bottom of the email, the postscript stated that as long as Marinette showed up to that interview, she was guaranteed a job at Muï Muï. Apparently, the head designer hadn’t been so impressed with someone’s work in a long time and didn’t even bother hiding his intentions to scout Marinette for himself. The interview was supposedly scheduled only to comply with the house’s hiring process.

“Tikki, am I still asleep?”

“I can check.” Tikki nonchalantly flew closer with a wide grin on her face.

Marinette jerked away, glaring at the kwami. “No, thank you. I know the way you check. I had a bruise for a week last time you checked.”

"You were definitely awake at that time."

“And I’m perfectly awake right now. No pinching required.”

“Why did you ask for it then?”

“I didn’t. I’m just shocked. I have a job offer from Muï Muï! Can you believe it?”

“That’s great,” Tikki smiled, before turning serious. “Will you take it?”

Of course! 

Why would Tikki even ask? Isn’t it why Marinette almost killed herself trying to get the collection done? To get a good job offer from someone so amazing in her situation was nothing short of a miracle.

Why wouldn’t she take it?

Yet something nagged at her. She hesitated. 

“I… I don’t know. I mean, this is a great opportunity, and this is what I wanted, but… I’d have to move to Milan.”

“And leave Adrien behind,” Tikki added.

Marinette bit her lip, every nerve ending in her body tingling. Tikki was right. Adrien wouldn’t move for her. She had no right to even ask that of him. He had a job and his father’s company to take care of in Paris. He couldn’t just abandon it all and move to a different country only to see if they could make it work. 

If he wanted to see if they could work in the first place. 

The truth hit her hard. All the happy fantasies she’d dreamt up last night disappearing, replaced by fear and guilt. Why would he even want her after the way she treated him? Adrien wasn’t a fool. Why would he risk it when all she did was hurt him? In fact, he wouldn’t. He said it himself in that letter—despite still loving her, he was willing to step away because he couldn’t bear to hurt her anymore. 

Her heart ached. Even in this, he was thinking of her first. Was he even real? She certainly didn’t deserve his love. Perhaps this job offer was her answer then. She’d move away and it’d be easier for both of them to get over each other and find happiness with someone else.

She swallowed back the lump in her throat, a low tremor running down her spine. Funny. This situation resembled their first argument so much—she had to choose between him and her career then, too. Only now that amazing job offer in Milan wasn’t nearly as appealing to her as an uncertain chance with a man who might not even want her at this point. 

“Another huge decision to make?” Tikki asked.

“Seems so.”

Tikki flew up, hovering right at Marinette's eye level. "I'm sure you'll make the right decision, Marinette. Just think what will make you happier in the long run."

Marinette chuckled sadly. “So basically, the old cliché ‘Follow Your Heart, Marinette’?”

Tikki nodded. “Yes. Old, cliché, and very true. Look deep into your heart and listen to what it has to tell you. That’s the best thing you can do.”

And that was what Marinette did. She shut her phone off, signed out of her social media and email accounts, and took long walks at the local park, thinking, reflecting, and trying to see what it was she really wanted. It took her almost two days, but Sunday evening Marinette was confident she had found her answer. She turned her laptop back on, and replied to Sofia, agreeing to the interview. 

Then, she took a sheet of paper and wrote a letter to Adrien. She wasn’t sure she could face him right now, but she had to tell him what was in her heart. A letter it was.

Monday morning, Marinette came by Adrien’s office to drop off said letter only to be told that M Agreste wouldn’t be back there any time soon if at all. Luckily, on her way out she ran into his family lawyer who let it slip that he was to meet with Adrien in a few hours at an undisclosed location. Not seeing a better choice, Marinette gave the man her letter and asked if he could pass it to Adrien. Then, she arranged a week off for herself and returned to the apartment. 

With her heart and her future at stake, there was nothing she could handle doing for the next two days but packing her belongings and waiting for Adrien’s response to her letter. 

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in vino veritas au with changbin for the drabble game! Congrats on the 1k followers!! ❤❤

Thanks for the request anon! I always love me some Changbin!!!! Always looking for an excuse to write for him!!!!!

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I didn’t know what ‘in vino veritas’ meant so I had to search it up? Could not find any stories/movies with it as a title though so I’m just going to write this based off the translation! If there was a story with that as a title and you wanted an au of that, I’m so sorry anon :(

This is also set in the AtLA universe!!

For reference: ‘in vino veritas’ is Latin for ‘in wine lies the truth,’ as in someone who’s drunk is more likely to speak the truth than when sober.

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Title: In Vino Veritas

Pairing: Changbin x fem!reader

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When Minho warned you that Changbin was a lightweight, you brushed it off. According to your family, you’re a pretty light drinker too. You know your limits. You’ll make sure Changbin adheres to said limits as well.

You didn’t realize that your family’s definition of a lightweight was absolutely not the same as Changbin’s or Chan’s. One glass of spirits makes you tipsy, while your dad might not even feel buzzed. 

Meanwhile, for Changbin, one glass of the same stuff means he’s pretty much flat-out drunk.

So on the night where you should be celebrating the successful defeat of the fire army and His Royal Bitchlord, Ozai, you’re sitting with Changbin by the turtleduck pond, rubbing his back, and listening to his drunken ramblings.

It’s pretty funny, in all honesty. Changbin’s already revealed his true thoughts about meeting Fire Prince Minho for the first time (”stupid bitchass meanie, I don’t care if he’s older than me, I still deserve respect even though I’m short”). He’s been bitching about various people, some of whom you know and some of whom you don’t, but it’s hilarious all the same. 

“What about me, Changbin?” you interrupt idly, staring at the turtleducks swimming peacefully on the pond. Your hand has moved from his back to the top of his head and you card your fingers through his hair. “What did you first think about me?”

He doesn’t even hesitate before he starts. 

“Beautiful and strong,” he slurs. “Stupidly brave and amazing waterbender.”

What the fuck.

This was not where you expected the conversation to go. You expected Changbin to bitch about you a little bit. You expected to laugh. 

You didn’t expect compliments. Words and phrases that would give you the hope that your feelings for him are reciprocated. 

Changbin looks up at you, smiling dopily as a shy smile begins to rise on your face. “I first met you when you were practicing bending, remember?” 

“Yeah,” you murmur.

“You were so smooth with the water.” Changbin sighs, snuggling even closer into your side. He may not be a firebender, but he’s always been a little warmer than most. His warmth floods your skin, heightening the color in your face. “It was like watching... I don’t know. You were so in tune with the element. I had a crush on you for sooooo long.”

Had?

You should’ve just cut off the conversation before, so you wouldn’t feel so hurt.

“Had?” you echo sadly. 

Shining eyes peer into yours. “Well, having a crush isn’t the same thing as being in love, right?”

You can’t breathe. You can’t fucking breathe. 

Seo Changbin, the stupid earthbender you’ve been in love with for months, has just confessed to you, under the influence of alcohol, that he feels the same.

“You’re drunk, Binnie,” you mumble fondly, trying to erase the hope in your chest. He’s drunk - there’s no way his words are true. 

“But it’s true,” he protests weakly, petulantly pouting his lips. His eyelids are fluttering shut, though, so you just fake a laugh and pat his head.

“Go to sleep, Bin.” You press a kiss to his hair. “I’ll find someone to bring you to bed.”

“No.” Earth covers your shoes, just enough that you can’t move but not so much that it hurts. “Stay.”

Against your will, you smile. “Fine, fine. Just go to sleep.”

As Changbin drifts off to dreamland, the smile slips off your face as you stare at shimmering surface of the pond. What do you do now? He probably won’t remember this in the morning, but you will, and that’s a little too much for you to deal with right now. 

It figures. You snort. After a year of soaring around on a flying bison, evading a Tui-damned army, and defeating the fucking Fire Lord, now you’re trapped by the worst enemy of all - romantic feelings. 

“Y/N!” Chan’s voice sounds and you flinch, immediately looking to Changbin. Thankfully, he hasn’t woken. You glare slightly at the newcomer, pointing to the sleeping boy. His expression turns guilty.  “Sorry,” Chan whispers. “We were just looking for you two. You kinda disappeared.” He walks a little closer, then frowns. “Are you okay?”

Damn. You thought you’d hidden it pretty well, but Chan’s your brother. He can figure you in a second. “Changbin was drunk and said he was in love with me,” you finally reply bluntly. “But he was drunk. There’s no way he was serious.”

Chan just raises an eyebrow. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you the saying ‘drunk words are just sober thoughts’?”

“... No?”

“Well, they are.” Chan folds his arms, grinning evilly. “So I think you just got a confession, sis.”

You want to believe him. But if you do, and then Changbin turns out to not feel the same, it’ll be too much. Something in your chest tightens as you look at the sleeping boy again. 

“Just talk to him tomorrow, okay?” Chan smiles reassuringly. “You can do that much. He owes it to you, at least, for being the one to talk about it in the first place.”

You want to talk to him but at the same time you don’t. Conflict wars in your mind. 

“Y/N?”

You sigh. “Fine, Chan. We’ll talk.”

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We are not just friends — part 9

Chris Evans x bi!latina!character (Sofia is a person of color, she's brown.)

Chris and Sofia meet when their best friends started dating, it all started at friends with loads of bumps on the road.  

Warnings: drinking, smoking, drug use (weed), assault, Chris being Steve Rogers, commitment issues, my girl Sofia kinda messy, lots of fucking (eventually) 

This is slow burn at its best, at least emotionally. 

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“ It's not fancy, isn't it?” Sofia asked going through her suitcase in the middle of the bed, hoping to find something to wear.

“ Nah, it's casual. Like a get-together—” Chris answered her thought the phone, they were Facetiming as they both get ready.

“Alright, what about… this and this?” She said holding up a red mini skirt with a red crop top. “I feel like matching.”

“Love it, red suits you. “ Chris answered and Sofía wiggle on the bed and began undressing, not caring for modesty as Chris looked at her.

“Enjoying the show? creep. “ She laughed as Chris rubbed her beard watching her get undressed, she wasn't being sexy or anything close, Chris just find her fucking hot all the time.

“Sure, don't mind me.” Chris answered her smiling. “want me to pick you up?”

“No honey, it's okay. I'll Uber the rest so you can't have to drive back and forth.’

‘I really don't mind, Sof.’

‘I know, but you know how I am with getting ready. I don't want you running late and shit. It's fine, you go ahead and I'll text you when I'm there.”

‘You sure?”

‘Yes, dumbass. You go ahead I'll text you. “ She said kissing the screen making Chris laugh.

“Alright, I'll be going then. call me. “

They hung up and Chris go ahead and grabbed his things and went ahead to his friend's birthday.

And Sofia took her time and arrived forty-five minutes later cause she can.

Chris was already waiting for her outside, having a sly smoke and playing with his phone on the side of the building, high-end building on LA.

Sofia called him out and shake her head when she saw the cigarette on his hand and Chris put it out.

“Sorry, I know you hate it. “

“It's bad for you. “

“I know—You're pretty,” Chris observed her, she was wearing what she shows him earlier, looked much better on her, red was definitely her color.

“Do I? I feel a little silly. I nervous—I don't know.” She nervously laughed shrugging as Chris pulled her in for a quick kiss. “I don't know anyone.”

“Neither do I, really. I know some of them.” Chris told her and she hummed. “I'm a little anxious.”

Sofia smiled and kissed him again, he wrapped his arms around her waist and fight the urge to grab her ass.

“We should go in.” He said letting her go and she agreed, rearranging her skirt and walked in with Chris.

The party wasn't what she was expecting, you know like a get together a few beers and friends hanging out but no, it was a full-blown party with a lot of people.

She didn't say anything as Chris greet people and introduced them to her, it was a little taxing but she did it anyway because it's Chris.

“Dude, so many people.”

“Yes, I thought it wasn't like this.” He looked at her with an apologetic look.

“It's fine, you do your thing and I'll mingle with that bar over there.” She told him with a smile and almost pushed him towards his friends.

“You sure?”

“Yes, go.” Sofía pushed him again and Chris leans over and plants a quick kiss on the top of her head.

“You're the best, it will be just for a little bit. I'll be back.” He kissed her again and disappear on the crowd and she looked forward to the bar, maybe getting a little bit tipsy will loosen her up but the crowd here was way different to what she and Mandy hung out back at home.

She felt pretentious wearing matching top and skirt, she couldn't imagine what she would feel wearing a thousand-dollar dress like the bunch of girls over there.

She grabbed a beer and isolated herself to a corner, where she could observe the party—witch was absolutely cool with her, what she wasn't expecting was seeing Chris's ex-girlfriend chatting with some girls and pointing out exactly where he was.

“Oh boy.” She mumbles drinking her beer and looked at her walk through until she reached him and he acted amicable with her, hugs and cheeks being kissed.

At that moment she decided to get fucked up and dance if he was going to be with his ex might as well she find something to do at this stupid party. Sofia quickly drank her beer and head back to the bar to do a few shots, clearly catching the attention of a few guys hovering over there.

“Hey,” One of them says, he had a kind smile and was attractive enough.

“Hi.” She said back, smiling too.

They chatted for a bit, his name was Tom, he's a publicist and single.

“You came here with someone?” Tom asked as she sips her drink, the second one.

“Mm-hm, with my friend.” She vaguely said, not wanting to hint that it was Chris.

“Oh, do I know her?” He asked, trying to find out who and assumed it was a girl.

“It's a he and probably you do.” Sofía quickly answers and without thinking looked back at where he was before and his back was facing her while he talked to his ex's ear. Sofia couldn't help but sigh deeply and drank the rest of the drink. “Can I have another one?” She flagged the bartender and he quickly began making her another.

“You work on the industry?” He asked taking a sip of his own drink and Sofia realized that he really didn't like this dude anymore, she didn't want to talk about work of the industry.

“Not really—”

“You should, you've got this young Salma Hayek thing going on.” He said moving his hands and Sofia raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, we're both Latinas.”

“Really? where you from?”

“Yeap, Argentina,” Sofía answered back and quickly looked back at Chris and he kept talking with his ex, now drinks in hand and he had that pink on his cheeks and moving his hands.

man, am I jealous? She thought for a second but quickly shake her head and looked at Tom, trying to find out if she could possibly, at least, make out.

But he was a little off-putting and Sofia started thinking that he was recruiting or some shit—witch she wasn't interested at all. Leave that to the talented people, she wasn't that.

“—You know, I could introduce you to our manager. We're looking for someone with your profile, there's a lot of new—”

“I'm going to stop you there because I've got no interest in having a manager or working on the industry.” She said that with a mocking tone. “I'm good at my normal job.”

Tom actually scoffed at her then shake his head, “Then what are you doing at a party like this? are you an escort?”

Sofia was the one to scoff now and give Chris another look, and his ex had her arm around his waist they were going to make out anytime soon. Now she really wanted to get the fuck out of here.

“I came with a friend, whatever. Bye,” She waves him off and turned her back at him, not bothering to see if he walked away or not.

She pulled her phone and furiously text Mandy.

Christofer, it's all cozy with his fucking ex and people here are treating me like I am a fucking escort.

“I'm a fucking idiot.” She mutters to herself after she press sends, totally regretting that because she knows how she exaggerates things.

Baby, leave that party. Go to the hotel and we'll talk.

Sofia stare at the screen and decided that Mandy's idea wasn't bad, at all. She wasn't going to wait around as Chris fuck the girl—and she did felt bad like it wasn't enough for him. She looked one more time and indeed, they were absolutely making out.

“Yeah, fuck this.”

~~

“I can't do this anymore,” Chris push her away and shake his head."I came here with someone, I can't be doing this. She's important to me,"

She scoffed, "Yet, you are here making out with me. Why then? " She asked and tried to resume the kissing.

"No, I can't—I shouldn't be here," He turned around and drank the rest of his beer praying that Sofia didn't see that.

Of course, she wasn't picking up, Chris began to panic actual panic as he quickly typed.

Where are you? can't find you.

Sof, are you okay?

Please call me.

Sofía was walking as she looked at the screen and scoffed, the hotel wasn't that far and she feels like walking trying to clear off her mind. For a moment there she had those awful flashbacks with Tiffany, she used to do the same shit, worst of all she allowed it. She knew that this was nothing, that they weren't absolutely nothing besides friends but if this is how he was gonna behave as friends.

"I'm walking to the hotel," She spoke softly at the phone, it was Mandy.

"What happened?" She asked and Sofia told her the whole thing. "Well fuck, he's calling me,"

"Yeah I should probably let him know that I'm heading to the hotel before he called the police," Sofia said softly and sighed. "Tiffany used to pull this shit—

"He's not Tifanny, "

"Yeah, I'll talk to you back at the hotel. I'm going to text him and buy booze." Sofia said and tell their goodbyes and hung up.

Chris was calling again and Sofia picked up.

"I'm fine, I'm going to the hotel."

"Jesus Christ, Sofia. I was freaking out,"

"Yeah, sure," She laughs bitterly. "Whatever, I'm going to sleep. I'll text your assistant the details for the contract and photoshoot. You still wanna do that?, or I call the whole thing off? no pressure."

"You saw, don't you?"

"Whole fucking party saw that kiss, dude." She said softly, "It's okay, but I don't wanna be in the middle of nothing. I thought you had figured it out and moved on,"

"I did fuck. I'm sorry Sof—"

"Did you? you were just fucking kissing her."

"It took me by surprised, I told her I was with you that—come on, can we talk about it?"

"We are,"

"In-person, Sof."

"I'm tired Chris, I'm kinda drunk and I'm about to enter the hotel lobby." She said softly. "Are you in for tomorrow?"

"Yeah, I'll be there," Chris answered defeated. "I'm sorry Sofia."

"Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow." She hung up.

~~

He fucked up.

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Spin The Bottle

(Once more for real)

Hiccstrid - Modern AU - T-rated

Summary: Hiccup and Astrid agree: Their relationship is too fresh to expose it to their overly nosy friends. But when a game of drunk Spin the Bottle presents them with a dare including ice cubes... They  might be too distracted to care.

Notes: What can I say? This is just another piece of mindless fluff for my OTP. And I had a lot of fun looking up various dares for this short! 😁

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With one fluid motion, Hiccup manoeuvred his car into a free but terrifyingly narrow parking space. 

Show-off, Astrid thought to herself, even as she was smiling fondly. Luckily, it was too dark for him to see; in practical tasks like this, her boyfriend was more than confident enough already.

Boyfriend… That word still sounded so strange, at least in regards to Hiccup. Even in her own head. 

"So… what's the plan?"

"What plan?" Her hand was already on the handle to open the door, but at the tense tone of his voice, she paused.

Hiccup motioned toward the house in front of them, the Thorston’s home. Through the windows, they could see that most if not all of their friends were already there, getting ready for the twins' monthly meet-up. The times where they’d spent every day together as they’d done in high school or college might be over, but that didn't mean they couldn't stay in touch anymore. Or have ridiculous and silly sleepover parties.

"I mean, what are we, officially?" Hiccup elaborated. "What do we tell them, how do we behave?"

"Oh, that…" 

Astrid bit her lip, pondering. After all, it had been only two weeks since her and Hiccup’s years-long friendship had turned into something more. She honestly couldn't be happier about the days filled with joy, about the nights of the previous weekend she’d spent in his arms, or about how his hand in hers felt so incredibly right and the way his easy smile made something in her chest flutter every single time again. And yet...

“I think… I’d rather not tell them,” she eventually replied in a low whisper. 

Hiccup audibly exhaled. “All right.” He paused, and Astrid could almost hear the gears in his head turning. “But, uh… Do we really care if they know about us?” 

She took a moment to think, shrugging a little insecurely. “I mean… we don’t, I guess,” she said, feeling the heat of a blush on her cheeks. Reflexively, she pushed a strand of hair out of her face to hide it, even though it was too dark for Hiccup to notice anyway. How could she explain how she felt and at the same time reassure him that she wasn’t embarrassed to be with him? “It’s… all so new, you know? For now, I just want to share it with you. Does that make sense?”

Slowly, Hiccup nodded, the outline of his unruly hair moving in the dim light. “I… guess it does.” 

He reached for the handle of his door to get out of the car, but Astrid took his hand and pulled him back. She didn’t want him to feel rejected, because that really wasn’t why she wanted to keep their secret a little longer. Awkwardly leaning over to the driver seat, she pressed her lips to his in a sultry kiss. Hiccup grunted in surprise, but only one heartbeat later, his arms wound around her, taking her into one of his embraces she loved so much. Smiling against his lips, Astrid deepened the kiss, opened her mouth to let his tongue slide against her own before she pulled back again. 

“We will tell them, tomorrow morning at the lastest, okay? I just want the time to be right. If we tell them right away, they wouldn’t stop teasing and questioning us all evening.”

“Yeah, I see what you mean,” he hummed. “And it’s okay with me, to wait, I mean. You’re right, of course, you are. One of the infamous Thorston parties with drinks and fun and bantering certainly isn’t the best time. Can you imagine the endless ribbing? Although, I bet Snot’s face would be to die for. He’s been bragging about getting you to date him one day since forever.”

Astrid snorted. “As if I’d ever.” She placed another quick peck onto Hiccup’s lips. “I think I choose much better.”

His face lit up, visible even in the dim light. “Alright. Let’s get in there before they start worrying where we are.”

At the door, they were greeted by an already tipsy Ruff – although, with the twins, that wasn't always easy to tell.

"Heeeyyy," she drawled, and pushed glasses filled with colourful cocktails into their hands. "There you are! We thought you two had gotten lost somewhere. Or were making out on Hiccup's backseat." Both Hiccup and Astrid stiffened, but Ruff apparently hadn’t been serious, giggling as if she’d made a great joke. "Come in, come in. We've just been waiting for you before we get started.” Ruff disappeared inside, and Hiccup and Astrid shared a bemused smile before they followed her. 

Just good we live so close together, Astrid thought as they took off their coats and shoes and placed their over-night bags by the stairs. That way, nobody wondered why they arrived together; they'd picked each other up ever since Hiccup had gotten his first motorbike so many years ago. 

Ruff had been right, everyone else was already there. Snot, Fishlegs, Eret and Dagur, and even Cami had made it in time for once. They were greeted with the usual excitement of not having seen each other in a while, and the first hour or so was spent on eating delivered pizza, drinking cocktails and beer, and filling each other in on their lives. Eret and Dagur had finally started looking into apartments to move in together, Cami had met a girl at a club a few days back and planned to meet her again next week – a good sign after her bad break up three months ago from her noticeably absent ex – and Snot, Fishlegs, and the twins had successfully survived another week of their outdoor experience weeks at the college. When it was Hiccup’s turn, he animatedly talked about the new puppy his parents had gotten a couple of weeks back, even had pictures ready, and Astrid was proud to announce that she’d finally gotten herself a motorcycle.

“Hah!” Dagur exclaimed, clapping once, loudly. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist the adrenaline forever. See? We finally rubbed off on her.” He nudged his boyfriend with his elbow. 

Eret, however, merely snorted. “You know, Dag… I think it was more Hiccup’s success than ours. With them being friends since forever and all?” 

“Yeah,” Astrid quickly jumped in. “Hiccup wouldn’t stop talking about how great motorbikes are, so I got one just to shut up his annoying babbling.”

Eret smirked. “Totally makes sense…”

She wasn’t sure whether she liked the expression on Eret’s face as he looked her and Hiccup over. But he directly changed the topic by downing the rest of his beer and offering to get new drinks, so she didn’t bother wondering further. She did exchange a quick glance with Hiccup, though, just to feel a little more at ease. Was Eret suspecting something?

It felt strange to Astrid to keep this secret, to not tell her friends what was on the forefront of her mind at any given moment. How happy she was that she and Hiccup had made up their mind after so long, how she’d rather move over to the couch or one of the big bean bags where she could cuddle up to him, how she constantly wanted to peck his cheek or his lips, just on a whim. 

But at the same time, she really didn’t want to elaborate, not just yet. If they told this news now, the questions would never end. And because she knew her friends and their state of drunkenness, the questions wouldn’t be modest or sensible in any way. And their relationship was just too new, to her and in general, to burden it with this condensed kind of curiosity. 

After every piece of pizza was eaten and everyone was at least a little bit tipsy, Ruff and Tuff insisted, as always, on playing a game to pass some time. However, their choice didn’t just let Astrid raised her eyebrows in disbelief.

“Spin the bottle?” Snot asked, incredulously. “Are you serious? What are we, twelve?”

Dagur, totally the grown-up man he was – not – snickered. "If you were twelve, Ret and I would be eighteen already and way too cool to play with toddlers like you." 

"Yes, yes, grandpa," Tuff waved Dagur off. "Come, sit down over there and I'll bring you your rheumatic blanket in a minute."

Everyone chuckled at Dagur's grumpy face, until Fishlegs was the first one to sober up again. "Seriously though," he mumbled. "We're not playing the 'seven minutes in Valhalla' version, right?"

To Astrid's relief, Ruff shook her head. "Naw, we're not really twelve, remember? Also, I think there's barely a combination left that we didn’t already have." She looked around, thinking. "Yeah, I at least have been to Valhalla with all of you. No, I've been thinking of something else. I prepared these–" she held up a stack of paper cards, "–with entertaining dares. We pull a card and then spin the bottle to see who's the lucky winner who gets to perform. And I'm telling you, some of these dares…" She trailed off, snickering.

Snorting, Astrid shook her head. At least, there was nothing that would be too embarrassing to perform before her friends. They all know each other for too long to be fazed. 

As long as I don't have to kiss Snot or something, she thought, shuddering. It was bad enough that he sat down to her left when they all made themselves comfortable on the cushions lying in a large circle on the ground. Hiccup had a point, after all. Snot still hadn’t stopped trying to hit on her, even though she’d made it clear, more than once, that she wasn’t interested. 

She’d managed to have Hiccup sitting at her right, and even though she really wanted to reach over and take his hand or snuggle into his arm, she tried to be content with at least having him close. She just hoped Ruff’s game would provide enough of a distraction to not go crazy with longing. 

As it turned out, the game was more than sufficiently distracting. In fact, it was absolutely hilarious and great fun. It started out with something relatively harmless. Not that “Let everyone look through your phone for a minute” couldn’t be embarrassing, but since the bottle had picked Fishlegs as the victim, it wasn’t all that exciting, either. 

“Seriously? All you have on your phone are pictures of your dog?” 

Snot actually seemed surprised by that fact, which Astrid found almost as amusing as the cute picture of Meatlug sleeping in a highly uncomfortable-looking position. 

“Now, I’m mad we didn’t get the chance to look at your phone, Snot,” Cami shot back, smirking. “Although, I bet it’s just full of gross porn.”

“Oh, shut up, Cami,” Snot grumbled. “As if yours would look any different.”

Laughing, Cami stuck her tongue out at Snot, and Astrid couldn’t suppress a grin. If Snot was trying to embarrass Cami then he’d have to do a lot better. 

The next dare was honest to the Gods hilarious, making Astrid wonder whether the twins had looked them up somewhere or had come up with them themselves. Generally, she thought they must have looked them up, but ‘having to bend at the waist so that the person was looking through their legs and then run backwards until they were able to tag someone with their butt’ was such a Thorston thing to think of! And, fitting enough, Tuff ended up as the one to do it, stumbling around with everyone laughing as they tried to escape. Being pretty far from sober made it even funnier; Tuff stumbled and landed on his butt at least three times and not colliding with the others was practically impossible as everyone tried to get away from Tuff. And if Astrid enjoyed running into Hiccup and staying in his embrace after they kept each other from falling for a little longer than was necessary? Well, in the general chaos, nobody noticed. 

Astrid had to admit that this game idea was definitely one of the best the twins ever had, it was such fun! They got to watch Ruff weeping and wailing her way through five minutes of her begging the person next to her, Dagur, not to leave her for the person on her other side, Cami. The combination alone was hilarious, and Ruff’s acting skills were excellent. By the end, they were all crying with laughter. 

They got to watch Cami perform a pole dance without a pole, which she managed surprisingly well, and then Dagur doing a belly dance ‘as if his life depended on it’. As expected, he went all out, earning himself cheering and applause from everyone, and Astrid wouldn’t have been surprised if a similar performance might get repeated in Eret’s and Dagur’s bedroom on another day. 

Hiccup got off easily, having to speak in an accent for the following five rounds. Not a difficult challenge, given how well he was able to imitate his father and uncle, but still always entertaining. Almost as entertaining as Eret serenading him – specifically the person to his right. Just like with Dagur, subtlety wasn’t in Eret’s nature, so he went all out, using his best singing voice, falling to his knees, and arms gesturing wildly. It was a fantastic spectacle to watch. 

Astrid herself was more than content with her first dare, doing as many push-ups as she could – and then one more. 43 wasn’t exactly a record number for her, but still good enough to show off a little. Fishlegs and Snot were visibly impressed, the twins miming to be bored to death, and Eret and Dagur who were gym-buffs just like her cheered her on right through to the end. The best reaction was certainly Hiccup’s though, his eyes dazed as she stood up again. Other men she’d dated had been intimidated by her strength, but with Hiccup, it was the opposite. He loved how strong she was, had even admitted that it turned him on, and seeing how it affected him now made her blush more than anything else. Gods, he was just perfect, accepting and even loving her just the way she was.

Snot had less luck with his first dare, relatively speaking. To Astrid, it would have been nothing, but ‘posting an embarrassing picture to your social media account’ was clearly something Snot loathed. She half expected him to take the post down again as soon as he could, but the twins would make sure that it never truly vanished.

They played several rounds with more dares to follow, like opening a bag of chips with nothing but your mouth – Tuff excelled! – and picking someone from the group to give you a spanking. Poor Fishlegs was probably one of the few, if not the only one, who had not wanted that dare, but Astrid assumed that Cami went gentle on her childhood friend. Snot did a surprisingly decent job at doing a magic trick, and Eret had to run around the house three times with a handful of ice cubes shoved down his underwear. A rather unpleasant experience, if his high-pitched yelps and unashamed curses were anything to go by.

“Oh, oh, oh, finally!” Ruff sing-songed when she picked another of her cards, a far-too-innocent grin on her face. “I’ve been waiting for this one! Okay, listen up. Snot, put that glass down, I need you all to be sober enough to get this joke.” 

As if Snot drinking one more mouthful would change anything, Astrid thought giddily, clearly not unaffected by the alcohol herself. At least the twins had accepted not to mix too much alcohol into their drinks during these parties, or else nobody would be conscious anymore by now. 

“Okay, ready?” Ruff looked around until she had everyone’s attention. “So, here’s what the next vict– erm, participant has to do. Hiccup in between every word for the next five rounds.” She looked around, grinning victoriously. 

There was a moment or three of silence before snickering could be heard from all over the room. Oh, how they were all acting like the grown-ups they were supposed to be – not! 

Hiccup groaned loudly, his head falling back against the wall behind him with an audible thump! “Seriously? We’re down to nickname jokes again?”

“We never left that level, H,” Tuff replied with clear satisfaction in his voice.

“Oh, come on,” Ruff giggled. “You’ve got to admit, it’s awesome! I just had to include this one when I found it!”

“So, do I get this right?” Dagur threw in, a mischievous grin on his face. “I have to do Hiccup between every word I say? This will be a looong game!” He gestured at the bottle between them. “But okay, I can do that! Spin that thing. I’m so ready for this dare!”

Caught somewhere between exasperation and fits of laughing, Hiccup groaned, “Oh, Gods…”

Astrid bit her lip at that sound. She had to keep herself from blurting out an overly-excited ‘Me too!’. Tipsy as she was, she couldn’t help her thoughts regularly wandering to her right, to Hiccup and to all the things she wanted to do with him to draw more of those groans out of him. But even just putting her hand in his for the tiniest of skin-to-skin contact would draw more attention than they’d agreed upon. So instead, she looked at Dagur, eyebrows raised and with the appropriate amount of amusement on her face. 

“You know, Dag,” Eret deadpanned. “Given how much you talk, you’d both die of exhaustion.” There wasn’t the slightest hint of jealousy in his words, just dry amusement and a certain glint in his eyes. Given the boys’ open and relaxed attitude toward their relationship, Eret probably wouldn’t mind watching such a spectacle. “But if you want, I volunteer in case you want to practise first. Though maybe not today.” 

Dagur pouted. “Spoilsports...” He took the bottle and gave it a good spin, then actually groaned in disappointment when the top didn’t point at him… but at Snot instead.

All eyes were on him, expectantly waiting for his reaction, but Snot just rolled his eyes. “Yeah, – hic! – I – hic! – won’t – hic! – do – hic! – my – hic! – cousin!”

Everyone burst out laughing and the game continued, with a noticeably quiet Snot for a few minutes. 

Another highlight of the evening was certainly Tuff acting like a chicken for a solid ten minutes, and Ruff got off easily by letting her brother shave her legs; everyone knew it wasn’t the first time he did that. 

“Okay, the next one can go two ways,” Ruff announced, frowning at the card in her hand. “‘Transfer an ice cube from the mouth of one of the persons next to you to your own.’ Now, the obvious way is a kiss, but we’ve done that so often, it’s getting boring. So I want to suggest a funnier way. One has to spit the ice cube out in a high arc and the other has to catch it with their mouth. Which method you use is up to you.” 

“Ew, isn’t that a bit gross?” Fishlegs complained. 

Cami snorted. “Not grosser than other things we’ve done. Remember that one time we tried to make the most horrid concoctions to drink we could imagine? Now, that was gross!”

“Uh, don’t remind me.” He shuddered at the memory, and Astrid really couldn’t blame him.

Snot leaned over to her. “I’d still choose the kiss,” he whispered, winking at her.

It made her roll her eyes, made her want to shove it in his face that the only one of those present – no, the only one in general! – she wanted to kiss was Hiccup. Hiccup had been right, seeing Snot’s reaction would be hilarious. 

“Okay, on we go,” Ruff announced, spinning the bottle with a flourish. “Here’s hoping to see some ice cubes fly around the room now.”

Only halfway interested in flying ice cubes, Astrid reached for her cocktail standing on a low sideboard behind her. Her head was buzzing pleasantly, and she really rather wanted to keep it that way. She only started to pay attention to the game again when Snot next to her leaned forward.

“Ah, yes!” he exclaimed. “That’s it, slow down, little bottle. I’m right here. Yeah, that’s right, and now stop. No, don’t go further, I’m here, no, wait…” 

Astrid stiffened, her eyes on the slowly spinning bottle now, too. Please, don’t pick Snot!, she thought desperately. He would pick her as a partner, that much was clear, and she really did not want that! He could be a great friend, but she wished he'd get rid of his fixation about them dating one day.

"Ahh, so close…" Snot whined as the bottle spun past him and got to a halt just a few moments later. 

He slumped back into his bean bag, and Astrid relaxed as well, sighing in relief. Danger averted, for now at least. Her good mood didn't last long, though; only until she noticed that everyone's eyes were lingering on her.

"Well?" Ruff asked, grinning. "Who and how is it going to be?"

Of course!

Astrid groaned inwardly. The bottle spinning past Snot meant that it had landed on her. Somehow, her alcohol-addled brain hadn't made that connection right away. 

Grimacing, she accepted the small cooling tank with the ice cube. And now? One of the persons next to her meant either Snot or Hiccup. Well, at least that was a choice easily made. She turned to her right.

"Eh, what? Oh, come on, babe. You can't be serious! Him? Really?"

But Astrid studiously ignoring Snot's complaints behind her as she turned to Hiccup as her partner. Snot had never mattered, now even less than ever before. But what was she supposed to do now?

It should be an easy question, she mused. She wasn't in the mood – or sensible state of balance – for silly acrobatics like catching a flying cube with her mouth. And she really wanted to kiss Hiccup! The question was just… would she be able to hold back and be content with an awkward dare-kiss between friends?

When her eyes found his, she found the same question written there, his cheeks endearingly flushed. The others would assume he was embarrassed, having known about his crush on her for ages when he'd only confessed it to her a couple of weeks ago. But that was good, wasn't it? When they wouldn't expect anything? 

She took one smaller ice cube from the tank, her mind whirling. All evening, it had felt weird not to acknowledge their relationship to the people that mattered most to them. But now? Now, it wasn't just about not telling them. It was about actively lying to fool them. And for what? To keep their feelings a secret? As if they were something embarrassing, something dirty or forbidden, something to be ashamed of?

That didn't feel right!

Slowly, her eyes wandered from the cube in her hand to Hiccup's again, and she didn't even need to say or do anything. Hiccup had come to the same conclusion as she had; she could see it in his eyes, clear as crystal.

Without ever looking away from him, she crawled to where Hiccup was sitting and straddled his lap, ignoring the sounds of surprise from their friends. His hands landed on her hips to steady her, the gesture natural and sure. Nothing like it had been in the beginning when he'd been shy and careful. It had been sweet then, but she preferred him like this; bolt, confident, not afraid of her reaction.

She held her gaze locked to his intense eyes, even as she lifted her hand and he obediently opened his mouth to let her place the ice cube on his tongue. However, all obedience was gone a second later and got replaced by mischief when he closed his mouth again and tilted his head in a clear 'come and get it!' motion.

Smirking, she took the challenge. She was dimly aware of the others gaping, but the moment her lips touched his, she couldn’t care less about them. In an instant, they were lost in their own little bubble, just she and Hiccup giving in to the demanding longing that had built itself up all night.

It started as a relatively chaste kiss, just her lips brushing over his. Astrid hummed at the contact, having missed it dearly over the past few hours. Her hands rose to cradle his jaw and his neck, just feeling the heat of his skin and the pleasant scratch of his stubbles, while his were still on her hips, reflexively pulling her closer. His warmth seeped into her even through their clothes, his chest against her own, his legs beneath her. It felt wonderful, and she wouldn’t have minded staying like this forever.

However, she did remember Hiccup’s challenge, the ice in his mouth. Her tongue poked out, gliding over his lips before pushing to demand access. With a rumbling moan from deep within his chest, Hiccup complied. The cold of the ice made her shiver, but not in a bad way. His hands glided up her back, one hauling her closer as the other wandered on to caress her side, her breast. The memory of their watching friends flickered up in Astrid's mind, but only for a heartbeat before it was gone again, pushed aside by her desire to be close to him.

Their kiss became deeper as she tried to somehow get a hold onto the ice. Hiccup was good at pushing it around, always out of reach, and it left their tongues whirling around inside his mouth. Without her help, her body followed, shifting in Hiccup's lap and grinding down, seeking, wanting more. 

She couldn't say for how long they made out like this. Endlessly. Not long enough. By the time Astrid pulled back, the ice cube she held victoriously between her teeth was barely more than a tiny shard, only moments away from melting completely. 

"Ha! I won!" she stated, grinning. 

Chuckling, Hiccup shook his head. "You know, Milady,  it was never about winning, right? Besides, I don't feel like I've lost, either." 

He leaned in for another kiss, just a quick peck on her lips but it was enough to make her hum pleasantly. 

"Mmmh, very true…"

"Okay, did I miss a memo? What just happened?" 

Tuff's disbelieving exclamation made the bubble abound them burst. Sheepishly, Astrid turned in Hiccup's lap to look at their friends. Their faces showed expressions of surprise and shock in varying degrees, a little smugness mixed into it in Cami's and Eret's case. 

"Uh, well… the thing is–" 

Hiccup began, and Astrid went on. 

"–We might have something else to tell you."

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PART TWO HERE

pairings: george mackay x ofc

word count: 1.8k

a/n:  this was going to be a smut but then decided to cut that part off lmao, just the teasing, k i’m leaving, bye love you.

Black and white. That was tonight’s theme at this place.

To say she wasn’t a big fan of this place would’ve been a lie, her most remarkable memories happened here; it had kind of a grungy vibe but with all the flashlights and the common dance music, it looked just like other night club.

“Sex on the beach?” The bartman asked. Miles. He was this incredibly tall blonde guy every girl wanted but yet, he was married, and to another extremely beautiful guy with asian features. It’s was like a race, she always thought, who’s the one who looks more like a god.

“Please,” she said looking at the group of girls going for another round of tequila while they all greeted Mary, the girl who she had come with. She just stayed behind to order her usual cocktail before arriving, tequila was just not her thing anymore.

“They’re gonna regret all those rounds tomorrow” Miles laughed a little while finishing her cocktail, “here you go, try not to ruin this for you too or you won’t be able to drink anything.”

She scoffed.

“Beer is always there for me.”

“Touche, Miss. Have a great night!”

Her teenage years where mostly a blur, the nights out and the illegal parties she got into with the five girls sitting a few meters away had their collateral effects, like not being able to even smell tequila and some other alcoholic beverages. Sometimes she’d wonder if a feeling of regret should go along with those memories but no, not even a little bit of shame; teenage years were made to leave freely and to explore and that’s exactly what she did.

“Danna!” A red hair got up from the table and -literally- jumped on her, the pink glittery veil she was wearing making her nose hitch as the girl hugged her, “I’ve missed you a lot, but like, A LOT.”

“Clara, you saw me three days ago.” Danna giggled. Clara was a lightweight but who could blame her, it was her last night as a not-married-woman as she liked to say.

Clara was a young soul and Danna would’ve never imagined she’d be the first one getting married but Kit came into the picture and things changed, he was a good guy and so much like her friend, a made-for-each-other kinda thing.

“Oh, right. But who cares I always miss you, we used to see each other everyday!”

“That was 5 years ago during high school, Clari.” Danna laughed while the red haired shrugged and took her arm turning both of them around.

“Ugh, doesn’t matter! Here are the girls! And those two there are my sisters in law.”

Danna greeted everyone on the table, they talked a little, the typical chat:

How are you?

How’s work?

How’s life, basically. And that was it, then the rounds of vodka started and after a few of them she could already feel a little bit tipsy, laughing about the stupidest thing.

“So, Danna” Lacey asked from across the table, “How’s George? When are we getting another wedding?” she asked and everyone around cheered except for her, of course, as she remembered the events occurred some hours ago.

“You’re acting like a child, Danna!” George shouted from behind as he followed her into the room.

“Acting like a child? I’m just asking for a little respect over here.” She turned on her heels looking at him with a death glare, “I’m fucking aware your job includes some kissing and stuff sometimes and I can take that, what I can’t stand is this stupid ass bitch throwing herself at you every goddamn time, even when I’M THERE. Does she even know you’re taken?”

George looked down at her. The tension was thick enough to cut it with a knife and right then she felt like punching him on his perfect teeth. Asshole.

“She’s 25 years older than me, Danna, and is married, do you really think she’s doing that? Of course you’re being childish, and yes, she knows you’re my girlfriend, everyone knows.” He said annoyed.

“Fine George, let’s put this the other way around because I think your brain might not be working right know.” George scoffed, rolling his eyes and Danna felt like showering him with curses.

“You go visit me at my work place and Logan’s there, you know I see him as a friend but he’d always wanted more, and he’s there and he’s touching my hair and winking at me all flirty and not so subtly inviting me out for a drink, what the fuck would you do, George, uh?” He just stared at her and then sighed, not knowing what to say.

“Exactly. Now if you excuse me I’m gonna go over to Mary’s to get ready there and while I’m gone, go fuck yourself, George. You’re childish.”

She felt someone snapping their fingers right in front of her face, now everyone on the table looking expectant, waiting for her answer. Ugh, she hated it. The whole attention thing.

“Uhm, we don’t know yet, George’s new project will take kinda long and now that I’m in charge of the magazine it’s not like we have the time to think about it. Plus we’ve only been dating for 8 months, Lacey.” Danna explained letting out a nervous laugh.

“Duh, I know, but you’ve known each other for like, what, for years now? It just took you guys way too long to realize you were head over heels for each other.”

Go to hell, Lacey. Danna wanted to disappear, she hated talking about her relationship and now everyone seemed interested on it.

“Yeah, I guess, you’ll be the first one to know if there’s a proposal.”

Lacey nodded, happy with the answer she got, letting out an ear-killing shout and then everyone just kept talking (screaming) while Danna just sinked a little on her place, she kinda regretted reacting that way with George but also the alcohol in her system told her he deserved it, so she grabbed the vodka shot in front if her and drank it.

George had a bad temper but so did she and even though most of the time they agreed on many things they were jealous people, the problem was that Danna accepted it, while he didn’t and she hated that.

Clara clapping got her out of the bubble.

“Fiiiiiiine, the boys are here, you know girls, Kit and I decided to end the night together, our not-married-yet celebrations joining, yay!” Clara cheered as she waved at her soon-to-be husband coming our way with other men behind him, one of those being George.

Oh fuck me, Clara. Why.

Almost too violently, Danna got it rid of her blazer, adjusting her lacy white top and her black leather skirt, she didn’t know why was she doing it, was she nervous to see him? like a fucking teenager? Obviously not, but she did wanted him to look at her.

When the group of men got to the table, they greeted everyone with a smile and that’s when George landed his eyes on her, down to her cleavage and staring little too much, the whole situation sending a shiver through her whole body. He stood there watching her like it was just the two of them.

“I love this song! oh my God! Let’s go dance people! Party’s on!” Clara got up taking Kit’s hand dragging him into the dance floor, followed by everyone else. Except for George and Danna.

She got up slowly, fixing her skirt. When she looked up, George was standing there and maybe if she still wasn’t so mad, she would’ve gone straight to kiss him right there because of how delightful he looked with those black jeans and the white half buttoned shirt.

When she tried to walk past him, George grabbed her arm bringing her back, their chests touching slightly.

“I’m sorry.” He said against her ear and Danna let out a sarcastic laugh. Maybe she was being childish now not letting the whole thing go but she was tipsy and he was an asshole earlier.

“I’m sure you are. You should, actually. Now if you excuse me I’d like to go dancing and celebrate with my friends.” She tried to let go of his hand but George was quicker and grabbed her by the waist to hold her still, pushing her against the nearest wall.

“Stop asking like that, Danna.” He almost growled.

“Like what, George? I’m literally just trying to leave to dance with my girlfriends.” Danna said looking at him with an innocent expression.

She knew she was pushing his buttons but it would’ve been a lie not to say the most pleasant thing to watch was him flustered, his cheeks turning carmine as he clenched his jaw, the veins on his neck showing and breathing becoming uneven.

Danna’s eyes closed as George lingered his lips against the crook of her neck, not kissing, not sucking just caressing it with his soft lips, earning a sigh from her. She felt so glad they were in a dark corner.

“I told I was sorry. I would never flirt with anyone and disrespect you like that.” George said with his lips still gracing her skin. “I like you, I’m yours, Danna. All yours.”

“I just hate that woman, I’m all about sorority but she keeps making it hard for me.” George laughed at her remark and Danna furrowed her eyebrows. “Don’t laugh, you idiot. It’s true. I just hate her touching you and looking at you and kissing your lips.”

Danna’s fingers went to his cheek so their faces were mere inches apart, noses touching. George looked at her lips and smiled looking back into her eyes.

“You look stunning, y'know? Absolutely gorgeous and breathtaking.”

George said and finally kissed her. Lips moving in sync as his hands held her waist tighter, Danna hands moving to touch his exposed chest feeling his soft skin. George bit her lip and that was it for the kiss to become more desperate, his hands traveled down as she pulled his hair a little too strong. The tension growing every second as they kissed in that dark corner feeling like two hormonal teenagers all over again.

“Oh sorry, I was just looking for my purse!” someone said making both of then jump.

One of Clara’s sister in law was standing there looking completely ashamed.

“It’s ok. Don’t worry, just making up here.” Danna shrugged it off and George giggled a little. The girl smiled shyly at the both of them and left quickly.

When Danna turned to look at George she felt like leaving the place right then, even though it was not possible since she promised Clara she’d stay till the end. He stood there, his hair a mess and cheeks red, his lips were swollen and stained with her red lipstick, his white shirt a mess.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer, sweetheart.” he said getting closer to her, he grabbed her throat and caressed the skin with his thumb, his eyes looking straight to her lips, “We’re going dancing now, and then I’m taking you home so I can show you don’t need to be jealous of any other woman.”

His hands gripping just little hit harder bringing her closer, so he could kiss her one last time.

“I’m yours, Danna. Yours.”

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Just Between Us

Summary: You knew when you met Artturi that he was to young for you. Still, that didn’t stop you from falling for him.

Player: Artturi Lehkonen

Word Count: 1.9k

Requested: Hello! could do a imagine with Artturi Lehkonen where he falls in love with an older woman, but she is afraid that everyone can criticize her and offers him to have a secret relationship and he accepts even reluctantly wanting everyone to know about the courtship between both. I love your writing! 💕

You met Artturi in a club. The music was loud and you were both a little tipsy and probably not making the best decisions. You could tell just by looking at him, his clothes, the way he carried himself that he was younger than you. However, it was late at night and the atmosphere had you feeling some kind of way. He was cute. So, when he asked you to dance… you said yes.

You ended up in the back of an Uber before the club had closed down, abandoning your group of friends. You arrived back at your house and there was very little conversation. The words exchanged between the two of you would not be classified as small talk.

The next morning, you didn’t wake up until eleven and you were sporting a hangover and a collection of hickeys all over your body. You supposed you deserved that for hooking up with someone so much younger than you. You also deserved to wake up alone, because that’s what happened when you hooked up with attractive guys who were noticeably younger than you.

You took popped a few pain killers to help with the hangover and went about getting ready for the day. It wasn’t until after you’d done your makeup and dried your hair that you walked out of your bathroom and noticed something written on a sticky note on the bedside table opposite of where you’d woken up.

You picked it up and read it over a few times, laughing a little as you did. I had a great time with you last night. At the club. Not the sex. That was good too. I’ll stop, just text me.

Underneath the messy handwriting was a phone number. You almost threw the sticky note away. You didn’t need to be getting involved with a younger guy. That was the last thing you needed, actually. However, some nagging feeling in the back of your head stopped you. Maybe it was the amazing sex. Maybe it was the way he’d made you laugh in the club. You didn’t know. Whatever it was, you placed the note back on the end table and went about your day, the boy from the club rarely leaving your mind.

****

It wasn’t until the next day that you finally broke and entered his number into your phone. It was a day after that when you texted him for the first time. You didn’t know what exactly to say so you tried a few different things. Hey, it’s the girl from the other night. No. Hey, remember leaving me your number a few days ago? No. Hey, if you’re up for it, we could check out another club this weekend. That was probably the best it was going to get.

You pressed send and waited for a response. You waited for a long time. Eventually he did respond, I’m going to be out of town for work until Wednesday. How about when I get back we go out for dinner instead?

You paused when you read this. He couldn’t have been any older than twenty-five and that was just a guess. What job did he have where he was traveling out of town for a week at a time? Better question, why did he want to take you to dinner. You were thirty. At least five years older than him.

However, there was that nagging feeling again, and you couldn’t turn him down. Yeah, that sounds nice. Just let me know when.

You texted back and forth with him for a few more hours that night before you finally fell asleep, phone still in your hand waiting for his next response.

****

He texted you the name of the restaurant, the time he would pick you up and then followed it with a second message that read, wear something nice. You stared at your phone, confused. Then decided to google the restaurant.

It was a very nice restaurant. Too nice.

You texted him back, I can’t let you spend that kind of money.

He responded quickly with, It’s nothing. Be ready at six.

Insane. But you did as he asked, wearing a dress and a pair of heels from the back of your closet. When he picked you up, he actually came to your door which you hadn’t expected. He opened the car door for you. A very nice car. You were seriously beginning to wonder if you’d just agreed to go on a date with a drug dealer or someone with connections to some powerful crime family.

You didn’t figure out who he was until you were at dinner and the waiter addressed him by his name after taking his drink order, “I’ll have that right out for you Mr. Lehkonen.”

You’d turned from watching the waiter disappear around the corner to stare at Artturi. “Okay, what’s going on? Do you like own this place or something?”

He laughed, “No.”

“Then how did the waiter know your name?” You asked.

Artturi shrugged, “He must be a hockey fan. The boys and I come here a lot. We tip well. The servers tend to like us.”

You stared at him blankly for a moment, then slowly the pieces clicked together. A foreign guy in his mid-twenties with a shit ton of money to burn living in Canada who travels a lot for his job. You suddenly realized where you’d heard his name before. “You’re a hockey player?” You asked hesitantly, dumbfounded.

He nodded slowly, “You didn’t know that?” He asked, “Most people around here know.”

“I’m not big on sports,” you said, “I don’t dislike them… I just don’t have the attention span to follow a team for an entire season.”

He frowned, nodding again. “Maybe you could come to a game sometime. You might like it. It’s different, being there I mean.”

You smiled at him, “I would like that.”

****

You went on four more dates over the course of five more weeks before he brought up you going to a game again. He mentioned it casually while you were waiting in line for movie tickets. “There’s a game tomorrow night. It’ll be a good one. I could get you tickets if you want to come.”

You stared at Artturi, surprised for a moment. Then slowly nodded, “Yeah, that sounds fun.”

He smiled at you, “The game starts at seven, but you should get there early for warm-ups.”

Again, you nodded.

When he dropped you off that night, you didn’t want him to leave. So, when he walked you to the door, you invited him inside for a drink. You never made it to the alcohol.

****

They won. They won and much to your surprise, you had enjoyed the game. He’d skated over to you a few times during warm ups to show off what he could do with the puck and you’d laughed at how proud he looked.

After the game, you left. Heading home with a smile on your face. You got a text not long after from Artturi, where are you?

Home.

The dots appeared and disappeared a few times before a message finally came through, why didn’t you come down? That’s what the pass was for. I wanted the guys to meet you.

You frowned, staring at the message for a long moment and contemplating a response. Were you letting this go to far? You couldn’t actually start a relationship with Artturi. You’d learned since you started seeing each other that he was only twenty-four. A year younger than you had originally guessed. Not only was it unrealistic to date someone that much younger than yourself at your age, but he was under the constant watchful eye of the media.

You didn’t need all of the hockey world judging you for robbing the cradle.

I don’t think that would be a good idea.

He responded quickly with, why not?

What if it gets out that you’re seeing a 30-year-old woman? I don’t think we should see each other anymore.

Again, he spent a very long time typing the message before it came through. Finally, when it did, all he’d said was, I’m coming over.

****

You opened your door and he waited for you to motion him inside before walking around you and into the house. “Why does it matter?”

You closed the door behind him, “Why does what matter?”

“If people find out that we’re seeing each other,” he stated, clearly annoyed. “Why does that matter?”

“It matters because I don’t want that kind of negative attention, Artturi,” you said, “and as much as you make it sound like you don’t care I know you would.”

He shook his head, a sigh falling from his lips. He didn’t want this to end. He didn’t want to stop seeing you. He hadn’t had as much fun with a woman as he had with you in the past month as far back as he could remember. “I was going to ask you to be my girlfriend tonight, and now you’re telling me that you don’t want to see me anymore.”

Your breath caught in your throat. You hadn’t expected that. You hadn’t expected him to want to commit to you. Now that the option was on the table, that same nagging thought was in the back of your head that had stopped you from throwing away his phone number all those weeks ago. You didn’t want to walk away from it. You didn’t want to walk away from him. “It isn’t that I don’t want to see you,” you said. “It’s just that I don’t want people judging us for it. I don’t want people to know.”

He frowned, “What are you saying?”

“What if we just kept it a secret?” You said, “Just the two of us. At least for now.”

He stared at you, contemplating his answer. It was an easy one, really. He knew that he wanted to be with you. He knew that he didn’t want to walk out that door in a few minutes knowing that he’d just walked away from an opportunity to be with you. Though a part of him was hoping that if he hesitated long enough, you would decide that you would date him like a normal person. You wouldn’t make him sneak around behind his friends backs and hide everything from the media.

He didn’t think you realized that this would mean you couldn’t keep going out in public together all the time. You couldn’t go out multiple nights a week like normal couples did. Not with the media nosing around in his life. Not if you wanted the secret to remain a secret.

You weren’t changing your mind. You were holding his stare, waiting for an answer.

Finally, when he decided that you weren’t going to budge on this, he took a step forward and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in for a kiss. When he pulled away he looked down at you and said, “If you want to be my girlfriend in secret, then that’s what we’ll do.”

You smiled up at him and hugged him tightly, burying your face in his chest. Over the top of your head, he stared at the moonlight shining in through the window and frowned.

[suffering-and-happy-about-it]

Favored Ones, Part 6. (Joel Miller x Fem!reader)

Description: When you spend every evening with someone who’s deeply under your skin, a certain relationship can be developed. So it’s crushing for Joel when Y/N suddenly disappears. But there’s way more to the relationship that one would’ve guessed.

A/N: Inspired by a song named Breezeblocks, sang by alt-J (∆).

Warning: IT'S ABOUT TO GET SMUTTY IN HERE BITCHES. Also, long as fuck, because I had too much fun.

Word count: 4.4 K

Tagging: @xxgoldenhour @missdictatorme @nemodoren @jodiereedus22​

If you like this story, please, more parts can be found here! :): H E R E

The night prior events of the hunt, 2038:

There were no groundbreaking kisses when he told you his yes. There was no locking glances or hands while you walked to his small hut through the snowy night. There was also a complete silence. Only smiles could be seen on your faces. You two were behaving like little children.

Joel didn't lend you his shirt, not even because he didn't want to or that he thought that he'll be too cold without. It was too dangerous for you to walk in his clothes from an evening to an evening.

And he was right. Because you met Jesse and since he and Dina parted, he was a pain in everyone's ass. He was obsessed with details - you didn't think why he's outside when he was in the hall just ten minutes before.

"Where you're two going? I thought that you're at the dance party?" - He asked and he was completely clueless about it. Joel could think of some reason, but you were way quicker.

"Oh, Joel decided to let me go hunt on my own, so we want to discuss the area where I should go." - You smiled at Jesse without a sign of nervousness in your face or voice. Just like it was a sure thing.

"Yeah. I have some maps that I could lend her so she doesn't get lost." - Joel supported you and you smiled wickedly. Such a naughty boy he was, that Joel.

"Alright. I thought you two aren't talking at the moment?" - Jesse's face furrowed with a contusion. Oh hell, you actually lost your arguments. - "You called it off just like that? I would believe this to anybody but you two. " - Jesse said again. This time, Joel was quicker than you.

"It was my fault. I was too aggressive on one of our hunting sessions and I just needed to talk with her and apologize. It was my fault." - He said calmly. Jesse just nodded and continued walking further away from you. You smiled at Joel, shook a bit and your eyes were shining.

"Can w-we go now?" - You hugged yourself and Joel started to talk forward again. He was leading you through the completely empty city brightened only by some lights on terraces and the white night. It had a beautiful Christmas atmosphere, which was creeping in from behind the corner to you.

You loved Christmas. It wasn't about the gifts as it used to be - now it was only people coming together, drinking some ale and cooking together. It had that beautiful, family atmosphere when everybody forgot about the infected or the bandits and just came together.

People always found their way to give someone something small, like on birthdays. Sometimes you prepared a meal as a gift for the others or got some special fruit or whatsoever, sometimes there were absolutely no gifts and sometimes, when you were lucky, someone found you a piece of clothing in the city, like shirts or pants.

And if Joel wanted to give you that night for Christmas, you were more than accepting all of it.

His small hut was cold on the inside and it was a bit messy since Joel wasn't exactly the cleaning type, but it didn't matter to you. He immediately closed the door and started a fire in his small stove standing in the corner, while you sat on the bed and watched his moves.

"Would you let me go on a hunt tomorrow?" - You asked silently when he finally stood up. He looked at you with complete silence and then went to sit next to you. Joel's body was a bit too far away from yours and not even his hand touched you. - "All alone. Like a big girl."

It was your turn to stand up and cover the windows. If anybody could see what was going on, even if you would only sit on his bed until the morning would come, it would look weird to many people.

Then you turned back to face him and smiled. Snowflakes were slowly sinking into your black shirt and your cheeks reddened as the room got warmer and warmer.

"Are you sure you would handle the hunt on your own?" - Joel half laid on his bed, he was holding his upper body up on his elbows and he watched your moves. You nodded with an innocent smile.

"If you show me those maps, I won't get lost." - You slowly walked to the bed and took the hiking shoes off your feet as your knees slowly circled around his upper thighs as your ass slowly sat down at a spot where his knees started.

You needed to say that Joel had some fine, firm muscles on his legs. Somehow you found it sexy at his age that he takes care of his physique. Other old men were not as attractive; they were weirdly furry, fatter or just... Not attractive.

You sat there in complete silence for a few moments, only the cracking of the burning wood was reminding you that Joel wasn't a painting. And that you can actually try to touch him.

And so you did.

You weren't looking at his face because it felt weird to rise your eyes to look him in the eyes. It felt like you were watched. A smile crept on your lips as your fingers slowly dipped into the crook of his neck covered in the rough material of the shirt he was wearing.

With a slow, smooth motion you went lower and lower, feeling his heartbeat under the tips of your fingers and tensing of his muscles. You felt as you found something under his belly button; it was some raw, bulky skin. That was the first time you actually looked at him.

"Can I take a look?" - You whispered and Joel didn't answer at first, but then he sat up and started to unbutton his shirt. It wasn't any delicate, slow and gentle moves, they were fast and rough as he tried to take everything down as fast as he could. You tried not to drool when Joel took even his black t-shirt off.

He was not that typical athletic hunk girls your age were into when the world wasn't crazy. But even though he was well built. His body wasn't soggy at all, his skin was maybe rough, but it had a nice tone. And it was made a bit softer by his hair. You liked to touch him.

But the wound which he was hiding was truly hideous. It was a scar that was still bulky and rough, it had a bright pink color. It looked like it was poorly sewed when it happened, but it was still enough to keep Joel alive.

"I might wanna talk about this, old guy." - You smiled and kissed the tip of your index finger and gently pressed it back into the biggest scar.

"I don't know if I want to talk about it, youngblood." - Joel was looking at the same place you were looking at, smiling sadly.

"I bet I will make you." - You giggled. You were still a bit tipsy from the whiskey and bourbon you've drunk, but it was nothing serious.

Joel was slowly sitting up and you felt that THE MOMENT you dreamt of was finally coming to life. But in this area, you weren't exactly the most skilled.

Yeah. You've kissed a boy before, Philip and one jerk named David to be exact, but it never sparked a spark before. You had your fun with another guy who disappeared three years ago. It was a one night stand, as you were told, and it hurt you, it wasn't pleasant and you didn't enjoy it at all.

But your hormones kept on telling you, that your body begs to have at least one night stand with Joel. His specific smell made you wet and crazy on the spot. But you were scared that it will be hurting as much as the first time.

But even if you were scared out of your mind, your palms slowly circled around his shoulder as he was sitting up. You prepared for the moment with long and slow exhaling and you felt as your muscles tensed for a second. Your lips were dry and you were winking at a fast pace. But Joel was completely calm down like you weren't about to get the most important kiss of your whole life.

In fact, he wasn't even touching you at all. You were roaming his body with your fingers, touching every centimeter of his skin you probably could. When you knew that the time is right, you just somehow did, your palms slowly circled behind the back of his next. Your noses touched and that, of course, was the sign for your lips to lean in.

You messed up the first kiss terribly, let me be completely clear. You almost gulped half of his head. Joel chuckled and stopped you for a minute, he put his finger on your parted lips. Holy shit. You fucked up.

"Have you done that before?" - Joel furrowed at you, but he was still laughing a bit. You felt ashamed and yet he wasn't poking fun at you. So you decided that everything had to be cool about that.

"A few times with boys who were just as inexperienced as I was. Is it that terrible?" - You took his finger out of your lips. - "They told me that it comes by nature, but I am bad at this, I guess."

But Joel sat back up and brought his lips to yours. It felt like your and his lips were only touching until he had done some magic and moved them an itsy bitsy bit, which made your lips oversensitive and reactive to his kiss. That was indeed some spell because you started to take over the pace of the make out. You tried to be dominant and somehow... A content sound came out of your neck.

It made you stop and look at him. He was grinning at you like he knew what's up with you. You furrowed and before you could ask, his face was in the crook of your neck and your breath was gone in an instance. You opened up your mouth, closed your eyes and made another one of those sounds as you tried to keep yourself at the moment.

Your fingers entwined in his brown hair mixed with some gray and somehow, your neck pressed into his lips as your chest rose and fell heavily. You were fucked when he started to unbutton your black shirt. Somehow, you helped him get it off. You sat there only in your bra and the band of your jeans held too low. And his hands were traveling THAT way.

It was tickling a bit too much, but even if your body was uncomfortably tensing and relaxing, Joel somehow held you in one place. His hands were all around your waist and they were rough and warm, as he slowly crawled lower and lower.

"I think that I'm going to explode at any minute." - You moaned out. The sounds were somehow animalistic and your body was making them on its own.

That man's lips were slowly traveling down your body, leaving sloppy kisses everywhere he could. And you just traveled with your hands on his body, feeling the flesh in which you could actually scratch your nails in.

But then Joel got onto the upper hand and threw you onto the bed. You could hear as his boots fell down with a heavy sound and the bed's screeching as he climbed after you. Joel climbed between your legs and hovered above you for a short moment before his face disappeared between your boobs. Holy fuck. Joel was almost unable to hold your body down.

"Will you be kind and take this little thing off?" - He smiled and you almost didn't even notice that his lips aren't on your skin for more than ten seconds. His fingers were tugging your bra, the nicest one you had, so you needed to concentrate on that small task.

That old man would've loved to do it for himself, but your back was pressed into the mattress. So you helped him with taking that piece of clothing off your body.

"Well look at that." - Joel chuckled and traveled from your boobs up to your throat and almost breathless look. You had no idea about what the man is about to do.

Why? First of all, your body was on a horniness shut down. It was completely out of use.

Second of all, you were so inexperienced it hurt. You didn't know anything about your nipples except that they are hard when it's cold outside. Or that they can apparently get somehow hard when you're horny and in need.

How could you have a single idea that they can be sucked on or rolled on someone's tongue? Or that the sensitivity they were about to produce when they bite them; not roughly, just a bit. At that minute you screamed in nothing but pleasure.

It was such an amazing feeling that your body felt immediately responsive. And really everything that was happening was that you had an old man sucking on your boobs. His tongue was slow and going in circles. This man's mouth was magical.

And baby, he had more in stock for you.

Your mouth made another of those sounds, this one was sad, as he left your nipples be. You looked at them, they were swollen and brightly pink, hard as a rock. But Joel only gave you a smile and sloppily kissed the small place above your belly. You wanted to talk, but it was hard to make your tongue swirl in the motions you needed to speak.

But Joel didn't care about that at all. He could only chuckle about your tries to keep it together when you barely knew what he can do next - it was like a surprise. Every move he made was like a surprise. And let's be honest, it was making him hard as well. You were a wild one.

At that time, Joel had the feeling that he can do anything to you - to show you the secrets of making love and rough fucking. When he thought about it, he missed fucking.

It started even before the cordyceps apocalypse. Since he was alone with Sarah, it was hard for him to move on and to find a new woman to add to his life as his partner. After the shit went down, it was practically impossible to find someone who would let him fuck them and mingle with them emotionally at the same time.

It was hard for most of the times, to trust someone emotionally. So it was only fucking. At even if it kept Joel's body relaxed and contained, his soul was crushed. But with that, Joel learned to live. He was just alone for the last... Twenty-five and more years.

But right on the mattress, he might've found it all again. That was what you had on your mind, right? Something like that. Mingling and fucking.

So he was eager to show you everything he could, so he slowly led his lips down to your belly. He dragged his head along the curves of your body, slowly climbing lower and lower. The old bed was shrieking under both of you as you moved on it.

"Take these off. Come on. Move it." - Joel looked at you with a low chuckle. You nodded and started to unbuckle your belt. Slowly, you started to wiggle out of your jeans and it was teamwork because he was getting them off of your body. You were nervous as hell.

Not that you were not confident about the lower half of your body or that you had a huge bush directly between your legs, but it was just making you nervous. And the puddle between your legs made Joel chuckle and look away for a second. Oh great, you weren't joking at all as far as he could tell, he really did something to you. And he needed to test out all of it.

"Should I take even your pants off?" - You sat up and your legs spread even wilder. Your hand slowly caressed your own hair, you were looking at him with a lustful look.

"Oh, no, I think I'm good just as I am, youngblood. But you need to take off more clothes, don't you?" - Joel asked quietly, his voice was calm and humming. How could he always be so calm? He was cool about everything. But you did as you were told - you started to take off the last piece of your clothing.

"Well, come here." - Joel was leading the pace of it and you were into it as hell. He had such a calm voice and playful eyes that you were a complete foul for that.

His lips dipped into the crook of your neck again, kissing it slowly. His beard was tickling you, so you were naturally giggling as he proceeded lower to play some magic with your nipples again.

He was taking a lot of time with you - you kinda were thinking that Joel is more of an in and out guy and that you'll be over in proximately twenty minutes. But it was twenty minutes already and you didn't do a single thing together. Except for some kissing and nipple... Something.

But you finally were naked. At least something, thank God.

As you watched him positioning between your legs with your breath hitched, you leaned down and took his face to your palm.

"What are you doing?" - You furrowed and smoothed his face from the other side. It was a funny sight - his face just hovering above your pussy held in your hand. - "I thought that's how lesbian sex works, doesn't it?"

"Oh, my dear lord." - Joel chuckled back and leaned in to kiss you. He took your breath away with doing magic with his smooth lips. You breathed out as his body leaned into your touch, your breasts crushed into his chest and your knees circled around his waist. It could be felt that he's more than ready, but then he pushed you onto the bed harshly and left you there. - "Stay low. If you sit up one more time, we will need something to keep you down, youngblood." - He was a dangerous man and it could be seen for an itsy bitsy moment like this. The only thing you could do was to nod as his body went back down onto its previous position.

So lesbian sex was the shit apparently. And in the next minute, you could feel why it was such a deal. As he tasted you with his tongue for the very first time, it was like the universe just expanded outside of the hut. It was so... Warm and soft as it danced on the most sensitive spot of your body.

Your body tensed for a second and you shook with pleasure for a moment. Okay. So that's why lesbians did eating out as a preferred way of sex, you could understand immediately. Slowly your hands circled around his head as you pushed in. It was your instincts leading you as you made louder and louder sounds. After a short while, it was like your body recognized his rhythm and started to move in the flow.

But if you thought that eating out was the best thing you've ever done, when Joel put his fingers in use, you were damned. When that guy just shoved himself two years ago, it hurt so much you started to cry. But this was something much different, as he made your brain too occupied by licking and sucking. You couldn't tell if it was pleasurable when he started to move fingers in and out, sometimes rolling with them a bit, but in the end, you could only tell that he knew what he was doing to you.

"Oh my fucking God, Joel, Joel, Joel..." - You breathed out in a fast pace and moaned out again. You were horny like crazy and you took a deep breath when a warmth started to concentrate just above your pelvis. It was concentrating on your whole body, you were shivering because of how pleasurable it was. Joel was showing you a new world.

The next moment, you only you that you were practically screaming, holding his head with your thighs and that you moaned out his name while scratching his shoulders down.

After that, you just laid there with your eyes closed. Your head was dizzy and the world around you was spinning. Your pressure was too high just as your heartbeat rate.

"What the fuck was that?" - You asked when he Joel laid next to you. He was chuckling at you as he smoothed your lower belly.

"It was your first time?" - He laid next to you. There was more to do, but you needed to lay down for a minute.

"Having lesbian sex? Yeah, DEFINITELY." - You turned to him and snuggled his side, your lips itching to kiss him slowly. So you leaned down and did it.

"No. Having an orgasm, I mean. You were pretty wild." - His arm circled around your shoulder as he brought you closer to him. Your hand traveled down to the belt of his jeans which were still on his body.

"Nobody had ever done it to me, only I did. So this was a premiere. And you were fucking great. I think that I'm okay with something more." - You kissed him again and moaned into his lips. There was still something more to do, and so your palm went on an explanation with unbuckling his belt.

You didn't exactly know how big should a penis be, so you couldn't say if he is an average one, too small or too big. You just didn't have a clue. But you had that irrational fear that you can't take all of it. Every single girl had this fear at least one time before they were about to have sex.

Your brain told you that you should start to play with him. That was called jerking off as far as you were informed.

"Okay." - He hummed and caught your hand to stop you. - "You're good... If I consider that you've never done anything like foreplay. But we'll need you to learn some things." - With that, he took the upper hand again and began to undress. He took the place between your legs again, positioning himself as his hips ground into yours. You had no idea why it didn't hurt as much as with that other guy.

But this was... Nice. This was nice. Pleasurable. You smiled at him and opened your mouth as your breath rose up. This act was everything as that man found its tempo, as he started to moaned into your neck and kissed a few spots there. You loved to have sex like that.

Maybe it was the foreplay as he called it. Maybe it was all the time he took with the preparation which made your heart bump so loud. But soon as you had the chance, your body started to grind into his moves. Joel's thrusts were quick and rough, almost violent. And the pace was getting quicker.

Not even five minutes after that, let me say, you were like two animals. You even tried to kiss each other sloppily, but it was impossible when you moved the whole bed around the small hut. Maybe you were even moving the hut around, you wouldn't be surprised. The only thing you were capable of was locking your hands together and entwining fingers so your bodies were always close to each other.

Faster and faster pace made you all warm again as the tempo got even rougher. The orgasm this time was even more violent than it was the first time as it didn't come in place. It was just one thing at a time and it escalated. After one minute, you were a crumbling and moaning mess as your body shook violently against his.

You held his head in your hands, scratched his neck and his back, seriously screaming at the top of your lungs. Joel came just a second after that, but you almost didn't notice.

Don't be silly, it was making him proud of himself in a way; making a beautiful, young chick scream. You pulled him even closer when everything was over, nuzzling him into you. Your smile was happy and contained, your body was tired but relaxed.

"We need to be up by the sunrise. Will we make it?" - You giggled, hugging him with your legs and smoothing his hair. He was still inside you, but his arms hugged you as he wasn't planning on leaving from the inside of you any time soon.

"I hope so." - His nose nuzzled the crook of your neck again as he left there smooth and warm kisses.

"I think that I'll take a shower and then we can discuss the hunting area, huh?" - You kissed the temple of his head slowly and smiled.

"Good idea, youngblood." - He hummed as he climbed down slowly.

The shower was one of the warmest and best you had ever had in your life. You maybe were a bit too tired, tipsy and happy, but who would wonder after such a beautiful night? You used his shower gel and shampoo before leaving the shower, making your hair at least a bit appealing and taking one of Joel's shirts.

He was already clothed and sitting at a table made a few snacks from cheese and grapes. He gave you an apologetic look. - "This is the only food I found. Shall we?"

And so you discussed over the maps, laughing and talking about nonsense a lot too. You left when the sky was getting brighter, so you could both catch up at least an hour of sleep.

It hurt to see you leaving, having you only on his mind as he replayed your last kiss of the night. But you were smiling at him; still having his shirt on your body.

And that's how it all had started.

[badgersettlement]

Obey Me! transMC (OC) x Lucifer (Part 1)

After the exchange program (before going back)

Also MC having to deal with some shit from before their exchange (old crushes and so on)

I guess this is my first fic post ever... I had inspiration to write about my transMC Miguel (Mars) and well... Uh I don't know if it's good or not so yeah :') I hope u enjoy even if it's an OC Insert.

OCs: Miguel (Mars), Conan (his friend and colleague)

Warnings: Uhhh I guess alcohol consumption...? mention of terfs or so idk 

"Attachment to the other side"

Whenever I think back to that time... My memories come back as vivid as they were the day I first arrived at that place. The Devildom.

It was a crazy experience, a crazy dream, that changed my life.

I learned a lot, laughed a lot, cried a lot...

I suffered harder than I ever have before.

But...

I also loved harder than I ever did before.

I gazed into the eyes of death, and fell in love.

Hopelessly, desperately clinging to sanity.

My hand grazes the pact seal directly above my heart.

My home was chaos when I returned.

I hurt a lot of people with my disappearance.

Although it was tough and hard to do, I managed to get the balance back in my life.

A new feeling constantly plaguing it.

I miss them.

I miss them so much it hurts.

I want to go back. I want to stay there forever.

I miss him. I miss Lucifer.

Satan was right.

When I returned to the human world, a lot of opportunities presented themselves to me.

Being liked by the avatar of greed made me abundant in money. And being liked by the avatar of lust brought a lot of suitors along, craving to make me theirs.

At first it was overwhelming.

I worked hard to achieve my dreams, but I wondered if this outcome wasn't too exaggerated: 

Too good to be true.

Eventually I got used to it. I was grateful don't get me wrong. But as much as I'd like to say the opposite, all those riches didn't make me happy.

They made my life easier, yes, but the one thing I wanted wasn't near me. We were literally worlds apart.

It was so hard. Every day, every week, every month when I talked to them, not to break out in tears and beg them to pick me up and just let me live with them.

No. I needed to become stronger, independent, someone to be proud of! Only then... Only then could I allow myself to go without regrets.

And with these thoughts in mind, three years had passed.

I owned the apartment of my dreams and I worked as a dance instructor for the entertainment industry.

I had, undoubtedly, become more mature and serious (at least for my job). An aura of pride and authority could be felt wherever I went. For the first time in my life I was perceived as arrogant and unapproachable.

As an instructor and a manager I needed to maintain a face of professionalism and authority in meetings regarding my idols and trainees (to even get a say in the matter).

I wore black gloves to my attire, no matter the weather. Mostly to cover up my pact marks but... Maybe that was my way of feeling nearer to him.. maybe it was coping or a fashion choice. I don't know.

On this particular evening, I went for a drink with a colleague of mine, whom I also knew from university days. He had known me before my disappearance and him still being my friend after all that, I considered straight up a wonder. The only problem was, that his interest in me wasn't only platonic anymore. I had pretended not to notice, but he was making it clearer and clearer by the way he behaved...

"So", he took a sip of his beer before putting it back down again, "don't you want to tell me about the new guy who wanted you so badly he even followed you to your workplace?"

I sighed.

"He was introduced to me by the director. Apparently he immediately took a ... Liking to me and started to persistently ask me out."

"Hmm", Conan hummed taking another sip.

I leaned against the counter.

"I've been trying to reject him in all sorts of ways, but he just won't listen. He doesn't want to understand and apparently he doesn't care that I am... Not a woman. The moment I correct the use of my pronouns though, he starts to get all offensive, starting to talk about biology and whatnot."

I sigh again, this time I take a deep chug of my wine.

"So a terf, huh.", he shrugs, "What are you gonna do about it?"

"Well, if nothing else works, I guess I'll need to inform the director. It could disrupt the workflow and I won't stand for that."

"Ohhh Mister Instructor is scary"

I chuckled. "Ehh I am not though"

As we started to get a little tipsy, his mood began to shift. I didn't notice at first, but he suddenly looked at me in a more serious manner than before.

"Miguel."

"Hm?"

Breathing out he put his glass down once again (how many had it been?) and positioned himself for his body to face me.

"You know, there are so many people who want you... Ever since the time you came back you have been rejecting everyone left and right.. giving always one and only one explanation" ,I tensed up at his words, "that you are already 'bound to someone' and.. I just need to ask.. is .. is it the same guy you met during the year of your disap- 'exchange'?"

Suddenly, I really wanted to go home.

"I...", I adjusted my posture, "I would be lying if I said no. Yes. It's.. it's the same person."

"So you've been hung up on a guy, you can't even meet for whatever reason?"

My nails dug themselves into my skin.

"Well, it's not that simple.. I.. I can't really meet him right now, but that will change-"

"But you guys aren't even dating, right?", he interrupted.

I flinched at that and tried to compose myself before he could see the insecurity reflecting on my face.

"Well no. We aren't. But it's complicated-"

"Then let me ask you this: why are you, saving yourself for someone who isn't tied to you, who you can't even meet, who only calls you and mind you it's never even a video call? Even though", he looked me straight in the eyes, "there are so many people out there, who want you, who deserve you so much more."

Yep. He's definitely drunk.

And he's overstepping my boundaries. Greatly.

I took a deep breath.

"Look even though you might be right about some things you said, you don't know the situation. And honestly-"

He interrupted me again.

"What if he's cheating? It wouldn't even be called cheating! He could be having so many people on the side! See what situation you are in? Maybe he's just using-"

BANG.

I slammed my glass on the table.

"Conan. I would really appreciate it, if you stopped. You're overstepping my boundaries. And frankly it's making me uncomfortable."

He stared at me, shocked for a second, but began to laugh almost hysterically.

"Oh I'M overstepping my bounds? Please Mars, don't make me laugh. Before you disappeared for a year, to god knows where, you promised ME something remember? Back then at uni, you said you liked me, and that you wanted to be with me. But I was not sure if I was really ready for a relationship yet...

So you said you'd wait and boom. You disappeared!"

So that's how he's been seeing this.

"Conan, I-"

"And then you come back, strange tattoos on your body and all.. all... Different? And suddenly you don't remember your promise, and you talk about these people you consider 'new family' and how much you miss them and miss him and whatever the fuck there is...", he looks like he's about to cry, "and what about me? What about us?"

"I'm sorry Conan... I really am. I-", I let out a frustrated sigh and pinch the bridge of my nose, "Things simply didn't turn out like I thought they would. That's why-"

"Yeah fuck that. Really. You should at least give me a chance! I don't care what gender you are, you're beautiful and intelligent and I just ... I realized it only when you disappeared... How much I needed you.. I deserve a chance!"

I just shook my head giving him an empathetic look: "I'm sorry."

"No! Not sorry! Give me a chance, I ... Come on I deserve one, Miguel. Don't discard me like all those extras craving for your attention-"

This was getting annoying real quick.

"Conan, I never tied myself to you. And I never promised anything. We were young and I had a crush, yes, but that's it. Let's talk about this when we've cleared our heads, okay?", I waved at the barkeeper, "I would like to pay please."

"You can't treat me like this!", he grabbed my arm.

People around us were starting to glance over and the barkeeper looked at us with a worried expression before interjecting.

"Is everything alright over here?"

I shot him a smile.

"Yes, yes in fact I am leaving. Please don't worry about us.", my eyes met Conan's, "Mister Capinter, I kindly ask you to release my arm this instant. I am in no way obligated to explain myself to you, n'or is this any of your business. Romance between colleagues is highly unprofessional and I would like to keep it the other way."

He scoffed as I yanked my arm off his grip.

"If you will excuse me-"

"Every. Fucking. Time. Every time I try to get closer to you, you get all defensive and stuck up and start talking exactly like that. Like you don't even know me-", he shouts after me, "It's your fault I am like this!!!"

At this point, I am already out of the door on my way home. I couldn't have stayed too long anyways... Since I actually had plans to receive a call from someone. Although it was hard focusing on that, when I just walked out of a stressful situation like this.

When I arrive home, I take off my gloves and throw them on the counter while letting myself fall into the sofa, a frustrated sigh leaving my lips. My hands cup my eyes when I curse quietly. As my fingers slowly move towards my necktie to losen it my mind picks up on the trail of thoughts I had tried to ignore.

Will he remember this tomorrow?

Was this relationship based on his unrequited feelings all along? I don't want to lose him as a friend, but this just makes it harder...

Fuck.

I thought back on what he said:

'He could have other people on the side'

I trust him. I trust him, but even so.. it's not like I didn't think about him being with others. I do worry. I do, but I... I have to trust him. I just have to. What other choice is there?

I stood up.

"Oof.. I still need a drink."

Following my urge, I opened up a bottle of wine and poured me a glass.

And another one.

And another one..

Until a loud ringing woke me up from my daze.

On very tipsy feet, I made my way towards my D.D.D.

The display lit up, revealing the face and name of all my desperation.

I picked up.

"Lucifer."