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Con Man's Daughter

Posting this because there isn't enough biodad! John Constantine content.

[Masterlist]

(Part 2)

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I feel like this should be a Damianette story or just platonic relationship after Jon got aged-up to seventeen and Damian wanted a friend his age but doesn’t want to admit it.

So basically there is this big bad in Gotham using magic that Batman was fighting at the time and enlisted John Constantine to help out.

John realizes that the villain is using a Miraculous.

“Oh. I think I know how he gets his powers. And lucky for you, Bats, I know an expert on this special brand of magic.”

And he did the smart thing and called up Marinette who at the time was already Guardian and was looking for other lost Miraculouses like in the Treasure Hunter AU I wrote.

He calls her at a really bad time. She was in the process of being chased by the guardians of the place. Monsters and evil spirits.

“Hello, Dad. What do you need and can you do it quickly?”

“Hey, sweetheart, it’s me. How is my little cupcake up to these days?”

“You called at a bad time.” Gunshots.

“WAS THAT A GUN I HEARD? WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU, YOUNG LADY?!”

“Somewhere in Japan. Getting a Miraculous. And why can’t you call me to check in on me and not ask me to help you with whatever mess you got yourself into.” More gunshots sounds and it was telling that Marinette was using a gun.

“Where did you get a gun? And don’t you have school?”

“It’s summer break. Don’t worry Maman and Papa know. Well, the fact that I am in Japan anyways.” Marinette sounded a little out of breath. Roaring and horrifying sounds at the other end. “Can we do this later?”

“As it happens, there is a villain going around Gotham with what I think is a Miraculous.”

Swears on the other end.

“Oi. Watch your fucking language, young lady.”

“How about a No and move the fuck back, old man. I am coming over right now.”

“Old man? I am not that old-” as a magic blue portal opens up in the Bat Cave.

And a red Chinese dragon comes out with someone riding it.

Its rider was a black-haired girl. She had a trench coat similar to Constantine's. I imagine her with a fedora. Like Carmen Sandiego style but not red. Sometimes red but only when she has to steal it from a museum or high security places and she leaves a name card with the name Carmen Sandiego. A sword strapped to her back and a dagger to her thigh.

She had a gun in her hand which she used to shoot the monsters as it was halfway through the portal and yelled out the spell to close it.

“Brilliant entrance but you are in lots of trouble, little lady. What were you thinking about going to another country unsupervised? And isn’t there still a butterfly problem in Paris?”

“One, I wasn’t unsupervised. I had Tikki, a billion years old being and a sort of god. Two.Well, it got boring trying to track Hawk-bitch down. And I found this legend about a guy with a Miraculous who disappeared in the temple and thought hey, more miraculous could mean another edge to defeating Moth-man.”

More bickering and John grounding Marinette who was acting very nonchalant about it.

Okay, at this point, I should say that Batman and Robin are in the background trying to make some sense.

Batman is surprised to find out that Constantine has a daughter who is also involved in magic like her Father but an apparently more specialised kind called the Miraculous. He is a little miffed that he didn’t know about John having a daughter. He did consider it weird at first that she had a slight french accent unlike her father’s Liverpool accent although she pronounced some words like he does.

He also connected some dots that she is also the Parisian heroine, Lady Rouge who Wonder Woman introduced to the League a while back and had declined to join the Young Justice or Teen Titans until everything in Paris was resolved.

Damian on the other hand was suspicious of the new arrival and came to the same conclusion as his father about the daughter thing.

Batman after a few minutes, clears his throat.

The Constantines stop arguing.

“Bonjour. Batman. Robin. Pleasure to meet you. I am Mari Constantine and yes, I am this homeless looking man’s brilliant daughter.” “Hey”

“Well, Mari. Your father thinks you can help us with this new criminal turning Gotham upside down. Literally in some cases. He said that you might be able to help us.” Batman said as he pulled up zoomed in picture of the Miraculous.

Mari looks through the Miraculous grimoire and tells them all about it and power-ups, basically the most effective thing to defeat the guy is to get the Miraculous off them. Plus a spell that would make the Miraculous ineffective if casted within a certain radius of it.

“Thank you for the information, Mari. Constantine, let’s go.”

Mari made to follow them.

“You young lady are grounded and staying here.”

“I don’t need another supervillain using the Miraculous which are my responsibility as Guardian to retrieve them for their own misuse and wreaking havoc on the city. And what if there is an akuma in Paris? I can’t go there if I am grounded in the Batcave although it is a cool place to hang out.”

“You can portal back to Paris but you are not going to follow me. Understood?”

“yes. crystal”

“Good. After me and Batsy get the Miraculous, you can do your Guardian duties.”

Damian snickers. Until Batman cut his mood short, “You are staying behind too. Robin.”

“But Father, why? I am much more capable than Constantine.”

“Hey!” Both father and daughter.

Damian is staying behind too because of the Miraculous power or other reasons and keeps an eye on Mari.

Damian stays behind and there were some protests about mari mad about having a babysitter and Damian doesn’t want to be a babysitter. Despite the two of them being around the same age.

“I got an eye on you so no funny business.”

“Okay, Dad, I am not going to have sex with Robin.” Mari said with a shit- eating grin. Robin definitely didn’t blush.

“I hate you sometimes.”

“I love you too, Dad. Go save the world. Byee.”

John eyes her suspiciously because she is not one to give up that easily usually.

He casts a spell to watch her as they leave. and which she totally knew about.

“So...I have one question.”

“Tt, ask and don’t bother me anymore.”

“Is Batman Bruce Wayne?”

Damian looks up, totally caught off guard.

“I am going to take that as a yes.”

Puts sword at her neck. “How did you find out?!”

“Opened up Google Maps and saw that we are under Wayne Manor. Connected the dots. Also I already knew when Dad made a bet with me once to find out Batman’s secret identity but he never did confirm it for me. And can you please not tell your father about this? I don’t feel like being interrogated by the Bat in the future yet.”

“Father must know about this.”

“I saw you looking at Scarlet here. An animal lover then? You can give her some belly rubs. She deserves it after helping me outrun those monsters.”

His silence was brought. To pet a dragon.

One thing after another and he ends up bringing out his pets-Jerry the turkey, Goliath the dragon-bat, Titus- and her introducing him to her other pets like a hellhound, griffin and other mythical creatures who mostly roam free but come to her when she calls for them and also the kwamis, at least the ones who came with her.

After 30 mins have passed, “So Robin how do you feel about disobeying our fathers?”

“I am in.”

“Depends. Are we going after the (villain's name) ?”

“Yes.”

Awesome montage of them getting rid of the spell John casted and flying out of the Batcave on their respective giant flying pets to the villain’s base.

Meanwhile, their fathers are not doing so well and are trapped in a death trap. John can’t say the spell because the villain made him unable to talk.

“At least, the kids are staying put.”

Cut to Damian and Mari jumping off their pets and onto the roof. Taking out the guards posted there and going into the building all sneakily and also taking out the guards that come their way.

They dropped into the room where their fathers and the villain is.

“Why am I not surprised?”

Villain starts an evil monologue about his mastermind plan to which Damian cuts it short by trying to cut him down with his katana. Mari goes to deactivate the death trap.

They are evenly matched with Damian’s training and the Miraculous.

Mari steps in as Damian was about to be killed. Taps on the shoulder of the villain and when he turns around, gives an awesome right hook that knocks him out.

Takes away the Miraculous and curses him. Wiped the dude’s memories of it.

“When I said stay in the Batcave, I meant stay behind at the Batcave. What point of being grounded, don’t you understand?”

“You mean, Oh, Mari, light of my life, my wonderful daughter, thank you for saving my ass. You are the best.’ by that, right?”

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Mari and Damian exchanged numbers and email addresses.

As she was about to leave the Batcave, “It’s been nice meeting you, Mr. Wayne.” and leaves with a wink.

John ‘ungrounds’ her for the look on Batman’s face.

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After this, Marinette and Damian become friends who bitch and vent to each other about their alter egos and various villains of their respective cities. (In codes, just in case) They also share updates about their pets and love of drawings.

They have that type of friendship where they trade favors. Mari calls Damian to Paris sometimes to help out with the akuma of the day and Damian sometimes calls her in when Bruce doesn’t let him go investigate a case so he can sneak out by magical means or as back up for when his brothers were too annoying to deal with.

It’s summer break so no missing school.

John and Bruce are aware of their friendship and some of the shenanigans the pair gets into behind their back.

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Right. how this all started...

John and Sabine first met when the latter was still in college somewhere in France. John was tracking down a demonic entity which was targeting Sabine for some reason and she was the next target.

John saved her life and exorcised the demon. There was a heat of the moment thing and they had a one-night stand. There were a few more flings and hook-ups after that night.

And nine months later, Marinette Cheryl Cheng-Constantine was born.

When Sabine first found out, she called John to come over and he thought that it was a call for another hook-up and was very surprised to find out that it was not and that he was going to be a father.

They both like each other but do not want to be in a relationship together so they both remained as friends and John agreed after some strong-arming at the very least to meet his daughter before he goes to do his job. And pay for child support. And help Sabine during her pregnancy.

Pregnant Sabine was someone you don’t want to mess with. And John has never met a demon or anyone scarier than her.

He was at first not into meeting his child and there was a self-pity party he threw himself with how the child was going to live a bad life because he was the dad and how he destroyed every good thing in his life.

That’s why he is going to meet the baby once and leave maybe a letter and the occasional birthday present and stay out of their life. Forever.

The day Marinette was born and it took one look into her eyes for the HellBlazer to fall under the spell and all of his plans to stay out of her life to burn away.

At first, he tried. He really tried but he couldn’t do it.

Lasted 4 months before he came back, wanting to place protection spells on her and sigils around the house to keep away the forces of Heaven and Hell and other entities so they won’t use her against him as a bargaining chip.

Sabine calls him to babysit. He could have refused and Sabine would have easily found a babysitter. He moans and whines about how he is a great mage and not a bloody babysitter. Sabine retorts that it is actually called parenting since he is Marinette’s father. He grumbles but in the end, agrees.

The great John Constantine is wrapped around the little girl’s finger.

He was around for some of Marinette’s firsts. Her first word was “John”.

It made him cry. He wasn’t a good man and he doesn’t deserve someone this precious. His daughter doesn’t deserve someone like him as a father but fate made it that way and what can you do about it.

After an exhausting week of doing the usual and coming back from Hell, he saw that Sabine had sent him a video. It was Marinette taking her first steps.

Chas swears that in all the years that he has known John Constantine he has never seen the man look so happy.

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When Tom came into the picture, John was there to take care of a toddler Marinette while Tom and Sabine went on dates.

Insert John threatening a much bigger Tom while holding a baby Marinette with wide eyes and hugging a teddy bear with the same coat as John’s. (It was something Sabine brought on a whim and to tease John when he came around.)

Tom is supportive and treats Marinette like his own flesh and blood.

John resolved to leave for good now that Tom would be there to be a father figure for Marinette.

That plan fell into the drain the moment he was going to leave for what was supposed to be the last time before Sabine pulled him back and knocked some sense into him.

His face was a big giveaway. Sabine knows that despite his claims of being a terrible father for Marinette, he was a good one and damnit she was going to make sure that Marinette would get to know her actual father.

Tom later made an awkward talk with John about how he was not going to replace John’s role as Marinette’s father.

Marinette was the flower girl at Tom and Sabine’s wedding. John was there too.

During bedtime, John would read her stories and use his magic to make it come to life. Although he would feel a little drained afterwards, it was worth it to see her smile.

Sometimes he told stories about his tamer adventures. (After cutting out some of the inappropriate bits)

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When Marinette was about 5 or 6, Sabine was out on an errand and Tom was at home with Mari and helping her with her homework. There was a crash downstairs at the bakery. Tom went down to check it out to find John lying on the ground.

With a weak cough, he said, “Close the door. Close it.” Before losing consciousness

Tom did before a man with pitch black eyes slammed against it.

Thankfully John had installed heavy wards around the bakery when it first opened.

They held against the demon on John’s tail. Tom brought John inside and unsure of what to do, grabbed a rolling pin on the counter.

The man outside started pounding on the glass door and every time his hands touched the door, light glowed outwards, showing the invisible magic barrier around the bakery. Sparks and steams fizzled with every pound.

Despite the reddening and burns of his hands, the not-human didn’t slow down.

“ʝօɦռ....ʏօʊ ӄռօա ȶɦǟȶ ɨȶ'ֆ օռʟʏ ǟ ʍǟȶȶɛʀ օʄ ȶɨʍɛ ɮɛʄօʀɛ ɨ ɮʀɛǟӄ ȶɦʀօʊɢɦ ȶɦɛֆɛ աǟʀɖֆ. օռƈɛ ɨ ɢɛȶ ʏօʊ,” He laughs, the sound sends chills down the large man’s spine, “ȶɦɛʀɛ ǟʀɛ ֆօ ʍǟռʏ ȶɦɨռɢֆ ɨ ɦǟʋɛ քʟǟռռɛɖ ʄօʀ ʏօʊ.”

Tom knew that Marinette’s father was a con man. Come on, Master and Practitioner of the Dark Arts and Occult. But he was a good father nonetheless despite all his flaws and Sabine liked him enough so that was good enough for him.

Before today, magic was just the sleight of hands and use of fancy tools to sell the illusions. Now, with a could-be-a-demon knocking on his door to get to the father of the girl he sees as his daughter, he’s not so sure.

“Tom? Qu'est-ce qui se passe? (What’s going on?)” A little voice came from the stairs, “Dad!” Marinette padded across the floor to the body of her passed out father.

She shook him awake and there were a few soft slaps to the face.

“Dad, what’s happened?”

John mumbles, “Demon…. possessing some rich guy….. Exorcism…. Doesn’t like me very much…Don’t worry...wards going to hold.”

John manages to stand before falling down and Tom catches him before he hits the floor. He has a concussion. Tom turns to Marinette, “Go, Hide and don’t come out until It’s safe.” which she did

Unfortunately, a while later, Sabine returns from her night out and the demon upon seeing Sabine. “ɛӼƈɛʟʟɛռȶ..”

The demon possessed Sabine and the previously possessed dude hit the sidewalk with a thud.

“ɨռȶɛʀɛֆȶɨռɢ....” The voice coming out of Sabine didn’t sound like her mother which scared Marinette a lot. “օքɛռ ȶɦɨֆ ɖօօʀ օʀ,”the demon pulled a knife out of thin air, ,“ȶɦɨֆ ɮօɖʏ ɢɛȶֆ ɨȶ.”

Tom hesitated until the demon put the knife on Sabine’s neck and put enough force for a thin line of blood to be shown.

He opens the door and the demon knocks him out. Stepping over his unconscious body and looking down on it, “ʄօʀ ȶɦǟȶ, ɨ ǟʍ ɢօɨռɢ ȶօ ʟɛȶ ʏօʊ ʟɨʋɛ ʊռȶɨʟ ɨ ǟʍ ɖօռɛ աɨȶɦ ʝօɦռ, օʄ ƈօʊʀֆɛ.” and cackles. The sound was so wrong and unnerving and little Marinette tried very hard for her sobs not to be heard.

Too bad the demon had super hearing. “Come out, my little blossom. Maman is home. Why don’t you come out and give me a hug?”

It sounded so much like her mother and she nearly believed that it was her mother and not some entity in control of her body.

But she knew better from John’s stories of dealing with demons and how they would use the voice of loved ones to lure them out and into a trap. (Definitely not something one should tell as a bedtime story but Marinette was very different and had an unconventional childhood with John Constantine as her father.)

Wait...she got struck with an idea but she wasn’t sure if it would work.

Before she could do anything, the door of the cabinet she was hiding in was opened and she was dragged out.

The demon lifted her a few feet above the ground by the collar of her dress.

It heard Marinette saying something. “աɦǟȶ ǟʀɛ ʏօʊ ֆǟʏɨռɢ ƈɦɨʟɖ, ֆքɛǟӄ ʟօʊɖɛʀ?”

“Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica.” Marinette was now screaming the words at the top of her lungs. She repeated the spell over and over again with fierce determination.

John, being his paranoid self, taught her the spell for an exorcism, just in case. Demons spared no one, not even a girl.

It screamed “NO….” as Sabine’s body contorted in strange angles before a dark shadow seemed to be dragged down into the ground. It made a desperate attempt to possess John before it was pulled away and disappeared. There was no sign that there was a demon attack.

After John woke up, he managed to piece together that his 5-years-old (Sorry 5 and a half) daughter sent a demon back to hell.

He was a very proud dad. (He was a tad worried about the consequences from this event and demons hold one hell of a grudge. He wanted his daughter to live a very safe and happy life. The bakery’s wards also need an upgrade.)

He also got the job of explaining what he actually did to Tom. And lots of reassuring.

Sabine, on one hand, was not happy that Marinette knew how to do magic. That is until John told her that he did it just in case so she can protect herself and later it was agreed that Marinette can learn some Magic spells and charms to better protect herself and when she is older, she can decide if she wants to continue or not.

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(Part 2)

#bio!dad john constantine #maribat #damientte #damainette #platonic daminette #maybe?#minor swearing

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after a tiring week of work all you could do was sleep. with staying late nights at the office and waking up early mornings, sleep was very hard to come by. so it was a no brainer that on a rainy saturday morning such as this one you were sedated in the sea of your dreams wanting absolutely nothing more.

cuddling your pillow though you felt something soft brush against your neck. you shrugged it off, slipping back into your slumber before you felt the light touches again. it annoyed you really. one of the only days you had off and you were being interrupted by the littlest things.

but the light touches continued while the rain pattered against your window. you were about to settle back into your dreams until you realized the light touches you were feeling were lips, kissing the back of your neck over and over again. you groaned a bit knowing it was no one other than your boyfriend heuning kai.

“kai please, I need sleep”. you begged. his warm body pressed against the back of yours and he slides his arms under you, holding your frame near and dear to his chest. he lays his head down on your back.

“good morning, I’m sorry cupcake. I just miss you a lot. i’ve been at practice and you’ve been working so we don’t see each other that often”. he says softly yet monotoned, and you could tell just by the sound of his voice he had just woke up as well. probably woke up and immediately slid his way over to you.

“you don’t have to apologize, i miss you too kai. I’m just tired so i’m a little grumpy”.

he sighs and sits up with his chin pressing against your back. “well can grumpy give me kisses?”. you turn over and playfully roll your eyes at the smug grin on his face. you cup his cheeks and give him the kisses he wanted, one after the other and his smile grew wider with each before you stopped.

“okay I’m going back to sleep now”. you say, not really planning on doing so but waiting to see kai’s reaction. you roll over and kai pulls you back down laughing. “no please give me more”.

“beggers can’t be choosers”.

“I’m not begging i’m asking you. pretty please?”. he says once more puckering his lips and closing his eyes. you laugh at his ridiculous face and pluck him on the nose before turning over and hiding underneath the blankets.

“ow! you’re so mean!”. he shrieks and laughs anyways. he grips the blankets trying to lift them over your head but you grip them harder. “noo leave me alone I’m hibernating!”. you whine.

“it’s not even winter time!”. he says trying to get them off of you once again. “give me kisses! I want your kisses”. he pleads. you make a mock snoring noise as loud and obnoxious as you can possibly make it. kai chuckles “you know what? you don’t want to come out for me how about I just do this!”. he says just before clasping his teeth down over your blanket protected arm. you shriek in pain.

“ow! kai!”. you jokingly pretend to cry. “now i’m never coming out ever!”.

“I’m going to bite you again if i don’t feel your lips within the next five seconds”.

“you’re a meanie”. you whine. he smirks and counts, “five, four, three...”.

“stop counting! I’m never coming out you injured me”.

he lowers his face down preparing to bite you in the thigh this time, “two...two in a half...”. you’re eyes widened once you felt where he was. “two in a quarter...two in three quarters...”.

you lifted the blankets over your head immediately, “okay I’m out! I’m out don’t bite me!”. a relieved kai inched his way towards you but you instead ran, only making it as far as the living room before being tackled on the living room couch.

“I’m sick of you!”. kai laughs with his hands pinning your arms against the sofa. “I’m sorry I’m sorry don’t kill me please I love you”. you beg as if you were pleading for your life. kai looked so cute above you with his brown disheveled locks and oversized sweater. “I won’t kill you if you give me kisses”.

“fine!”. you finally agree and he takes no time leaning down planting kisses on your neck before tickling you lightly under your arms. you yelped. “that wasn’t part of the plan!”. he chuckles against your skin but you couldn’t help but laugh with him and beg for him to stop since your stomach hurt and you were now out of breath. with your chest heaving he kisses your cheeks before trailing to your lips. your wrap your arms around his neck inching them up to get tangled in his soft locks while you finally kissed back.

his lips always fit perfectly in yours and the kisses were always so dainty and never-ending. he rubs his thumb over cheeks admiring the way you always kissed him with passion that always made his heart go wild. or maybe it was just you, you always made his heart go wild.

you intertwined your fingers around a thick strand of hair in a blissful trance until kai pulled away. you fluttered your eyes open. “thank you. now i’m hungry”.

you were too of course but now, it was you who wanted more kisses and definitely agreed that kai shouldn’t have broke your kisses like that. “well, I can make you pancakes if--”.

“if?!”.

you laugh at his surprised expression. “if you give me another kiss”. you continue.

“wowww you’re boyfriend is over here starving and you’re holding me hostage for kisses?”. you smile up at him with your hands wrapped around his neck. “yes that’s exactly what I’m doing”.

he wrinkles his nose. “and of course i’ll give you what you want because you’re spoiled”. he leans in and plants another chaste kiss on your lips before pulling away yet again. “now please make me pancakes”.

you sigh not really wanting the kissing to end but you insisted on feeding your cute hungry giant. you hadn’t realized how long you were staring into kai’s eyes until he actually said something.

“what? you’re so spoiled you want to be carried to the kitchen too?”. you laugh before you could answer and kai was already lifting you over his shoulder and walking over to the kitchen. you were surprised at his strength because you weren’t exactly the lightest person in the world.

nevertheless you kicked your legs and smacked his back begging for him to put you down in utter fear. he finally plopped you on the countertop ignoring your playful hits about how much of a jerk he was, laughing and taking out the ingredients for you.

“here look, see you have everything you need”.

you roll your eyes laughing and scoot to wash your hands, prepping the mix like so. you made it so they could be fluffy just how kai liked it. including eggs, sugar, milk and vanilla extract.

all the while kai is leaning on the counter watching you closely and feeling sorry remembering that you said you were tired. as soon as you inserted your last teaspoons of sugar kai scooted the bowl closer to him and mixed it with the whisk.

“here, I got it”.

“I can do it kai I’m a big girl”.

he chuckles while sitting a pan on the stove and cutting the fire low. he grabs a stick of butter from the fridge and places it on the counter top. you sucked your teeth and hopped off the counter grabbing the bowl from him.

“I can do it kai I swear. just sit back. plus i don’t want you to burn the house down”.

“wow is that what you think of me? to have you know, I can flip a pancake or two while staying in perfect condition”.

“really? have you ever done it before?”.

“no but--”.

“exactly”. you laugh once more while buttering the pan. you grab a ladle and pour the batter into a perfect circle.

“see? how are you so perfect at this?”.

“I’m not that’s just the way they come out”.

“teach me”.

“last time I tried we had to throw away half a box of pancake mix”.

“that was your fault though”.

you stare at him a bit, giving him an “are you serious?”. gaze. he laughs and holds his hands up in surrender.

“okay maybe it was my fault but still”.

you shake your head in disbelief and continue cooking despite kai’s pleads. it was 3 pancakes in where you decided to give up and finally try to teach him again.

“it’s simple, okay?”.

you go behind him and take his hand grabbing the ladle and scooping some mix out of the bowl. “you take this, and gently pour it in the pan like this. always add butter first though so the pancake can have crisp edges”. together you both carefully pour the batter into the pan. you couldn’t say the circle was as perfect as yours but it was something. a start at least. kai laughed at it’s shape.

“see what happens when I teach you like this? no messes”.

kai nods, “I like when you teach me like this”.

he turns and smiles down at you and you scoff playfully. “stop flirting with me you’re going to burn it”.

“it’s not going to burn we just put it up there. plus you’re blushing”.

your cheeks burned while you walked away. you thought it was always fun denying the butterflies you got around kai. “no i’m nottt”.

“awww? does my little baby want kisses?”.

your cheeks burned even more while you began to wipe the counters. “no and don’t call me that I’m not little”.

you felt him turning you towards him just to caress your cheeks softly. he puckers his lips. “you’re so grumpy today. just admit you want kisses and i’ll give them”.

you try your best not to crack a smile. “i don’t though”. he stares down into your eyes with admiration.

“you’re so pretty”.

and that was it. it turned into a blushing frenzy from there. you tried to push him away while you smiled. “stop kai!”.

“don’t walk away”. he laughed before pulling your body closer to his. he grabs your chin and kisses your lips again and again. he gave small pecks until they became longer and you got lost in the softness of his lips. okay, maybe it was what you wanted.

and maybe the pancake was starting to burn.

#heuning kai #tomorrow by together #heuning kai fluff #txt imagines #txt #txt fluff

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honeypirate · 4 years ago

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making cookies Soulmate AU

Obi Akitaru x reader

The first words your soulmate says to you is tattooed on your wrist.. Those words disappear if the other one dies.

After the great cataclysm soulmates were few and far between, less and less people were born with the marks, so it was rare that you were one of the few blessed with the mark... although sometimes it didn’t seem like a blessing

Being the captain of Company 8, he hears those words countless times a day, “Yes Sir” so many times that he stopped thinking it was important. Those two small words on his wrist that, growing up, meant so much to him. But now they seem like just words.

The words on your wrist, caused you a lot of confusion growing up, “welcome to company eight,” it said in small type script. You’d lay awake at night and trace over the letters with your finger, paying attention to the small comma. You knew where company 8 was, you lived just a few blocks away from it. But you didn’t want to be a fire soldier, you thought about going to company 8 once, a few years ago, just to see who worked there, but you didn’t, choosing instead to trust in fate. So you tried to live like those words didn’t matter. You became a baker like you always dreamed, opening a shop in your childhood town, living in the small apartment that resided above the shop. You happily served the people of your town, making a few friends who even worked in the 8th but you didn't tell them your secret, you always wore a bracelet which covered the words.

Your soulmate was a fire soldier, and that terrified you. Every day you check your tattoo, to make sure it’s still there and your soulmate didn’t have an accident at work. Every morning the first thing you look at is your wrist, gently kissing the tattoo before you start your day, sending good omens to him, praying that Sol protects him, and then heading downstairs to start baking and open up the shop.

“Good morning!” the familiar boy's voice rings through the shop as he walks through the door “good morning Shinra! The usual?” you ask as you walk out from the kitchen with a smile “yes! But i would like to order a couple dozen of those chocolate cupcakes as well” you chuckle “you got it!” you watch him as he looks out the window, waiting for you to be done boxing up the croissants and getting his coffee, he was dressed in his usual fire force get up with his bare feet like always, the first time he had found your shop he ate one of your cupcake samples and then told you if you needed a hero just to call his name because he would not allow you or your shop to be harmed. You laughed but at the same time your heart swelled, it made you feel amazing when people loved your food.

You placed the box on top of the counter and got him a coffee to go “here you go! It’s on the house today. For being my best customer” as he walks to the counter it’s like your world goes in slow motion, a flash catches your eye out of the window behind him, it’s racing right towards you shop, it doesn't take you any time to realize that it’s an infernal, “SHINRA” you shout just as it collides with the window, breaking through the windows and door, glass shattering and raining down, you only have time to gasp before Shinra has you in his arms and flying out of the way, taking you down to the company, setting you down and then disappearing inside to tell the rest of the team, leaving you shocked on the street for about four seconds before the entirety of company eight came running from the building “Shinra who is that?” a deep voice asks, when you turn your head to look at him you pause for a moment, he was tall with broad shoulders, short dark hair with shaved sides and brown eyes. ‘what a gorgeous man’ is all you can think.

“That's y/n she owns the shop I bring baked goods from. The one that was just destroyed.” Shinra answers, hopping into the truck. Before he closes the door the gorgeous man looks at you for a moment before saying “welcome to company 8, Stay here” your heart stops for a second, your hand grabbing your wrist as you force yourself to say anything back to him “y-yes sir!” you stutter out and then curse yourself, that was so dumb why did I say that. He just looks at you, stunned for a second, part of his heart lighting up with a small glimmer of hope, hope that this beautiful human turns out to be his soulmate, before Shinra yells “captain!” and he looks away from you, his ears turning red, and drives off in the direction of your shop that was currently burning to the ground.

“Wait,... what am I doing?” you say before taking off running in the same direction.

You keep a distance, watching in shock as they work like a well oiled machine, fighting the infernal in the destroyed remnants of your shop and home. You can't help the shocked tears that flow down your cheeks, sure you had savings and insurance and could rebuild, but this was your life, the things that made your home a home were burning down before your eyes. You didn’t even really register that you just met your soulmate, it didn’t really matter when you just lost everything, in the moment when he said the words you recognized it but after that it was pushed to the back of your mind.

You’re standing in the middle of the street, just a block away, and you hear the words of the prayer whispered as it floats down to you on the wind along with the smoke. Then in slow motion a blonde guy uses a sword to put the infernal to rest. You slowly walk up to the building as they put out the fires, tears still running down your cheeks. You end up standing next to Shinra “this was all I had” you whisper. He looks at you and his face slowly breaks out in his tense smile, he watches you for a few seconds, your tears streaming down and your arms hugging your body as you look at the wreckage, the sign above your shop barely hanging on by it’s last nail.

Shinra quietly slips away, running over to the Captain. “Captain we have to let her stay at the company. The infernal was targeting me and she has no where else to go.” Captain Obi thinks for a moment, considering the options, if you really didn't have anywhere else he wouldn't turn you away, he couldn't. It wouldn't be right. “Okay. She can stay with us and we will spend the next few weeks rebuilding for her. She can stay with us until we finish rebuilding.”

Shinra finds you again, now talking to Maki in the same spot he left you. She hugs you and says something he doesn't catch but it seems to make you feel a little better

“Y?n!” he says as runs over, “I talked to Captain Obi, he said you can stay with us until we’ve rebuilt your shop!” your heart starts to race and you cock your head and look up at him “really?” you ask, brain a little foggy from the shock of it all still. He nods “of course. It’s the least we can do” you wipe away the rest of your tears and nod “Thank you Shinra. That is so nice of you guys” Maki gets excited with that information “this is perfect! What do you say about going shopping for a few things since.. ya know.. And then i'll show you around the place!” you chuckle at her excitement, her personality already making you feel better “that sounds good” you nod and she squeals, running off to get Iris and Tamaki as well. You sent Shinra into your house to check and see if your wallet by your bed was burned, which it was, but your bank card thankfully wasn't, the fire that melted the plastic of your wallet being put out before it burned the last pocket. You kissed the card when Shinra handed it to you, you really hated calling the bank.

You went down to the few shops in town and got a few replacement outfits as well as replacing some other necessities. Shopping with them was easy, they came into your shop a lot and you were only 6 years older than Maki, the longer you all talked the more it was like having sisters. During the middle of your shopping trip HInawa had called Maki asking about your insurance provider “you guys take care of that?” you ask, a little shocked, you half expected a day of phone calls trying to get them to cover that accident. “Yeah! Obi likes to make sure the people are taken care of” you felt butterflies enter your heart, you haven’t even met him yet but all you have been told about him has been really good to hear.

“If i am going to be staying there for a little bit can you tell me about who else also lives there?” you felt genius for this, a way to learn more about Obi without being obvious. “Of course!” Tamaki said, “we will skip Shinra and Arthur because you know them from your shop and Vulcan and Lisa because we already talked about them” it’s true, for thirty minutes they were all they talked about because of how cool Rhee were to them since they was the newest to the team. You didn't really pay attention to what they were saying about Hinawa, a little impatient, trying to use your thoughts to get them to move on to Obi now. You felt your heart rate quicken when Iris said “on to our captain!” you felt your cheeks get warm so you turn to a different clothing rack to avoid them noticing. Maki still noticed though, and she grinned when she saw your reaction.

Iris continues talking though, looking through the rack next to you “he’s really kind and does not tolerate anything except respect for those bereaved or grieving. He’s very courageous! He doesn't have an Ignition Ability but he doesn’t flinch or hesitate because of his responsibility to his teammates” she talked about him like he was her personal hero, you can tell she respects him. Maki is on your other side and she pipes in “and he is insanely buff! Always working out at any opportunity, lifting weights during a meeting and doing pull-ups while having casual conversations. He can be serious and strong-willed, but still likes to joke around. Also” she leans in closer to you “he doesn't have a soulmate” you gasp as your face turns red, its clear Iris didn’t hear and for that you’re thankful. “Hey guys should we get this for Hinawa?” Tamaki says with a laugh and holds up an entire cat outfit along with ears. Maki gets distracted then, leaving you to go join in the laughter with Tamaki. You let out a breath and try to calm down before going to join them, changing the conversation to learn why exactly they would get weird things for the poor man.

After showing you the offices and the kitchen, Tamaki shows you where you will be staying, “you will be at the end of the hall, Maki and Iris share a room at the opposite end, followed by Me and Lisa, Shinra and Arthur, Vulcan and Viktor, though Viktor usually stays in the lab, then there is Hinawa in the next room with you in the last room and Obi’s room the only room on the left side of the hall across from yours, with the bathrooms being around the corner.” She helped you carry your bags to the room and put away your new clothing in the dresser and closet. You looked at the small bedroom, a single bed off to the side, it looked bare and empty, you wished you had your normal pillows and blanket but you guessed they were destroyed. “We usually have dinner around 7 together, if you want you can shower and rest before then. It’s been a long day.” “thank you Tamaki. You all have been so kind I feel like I’m with family” her cheeks flush a little “it’s no problem!” she says and smiles before she leaves you ask her if you could use the kitchen after you bathe, to bake something. “Of course! We all want you to feel at home here. Whatever makes you comfortable.”

After you shower, you head to the kitchen, happy when you find it empty. You decide to make your favorite dessert along with the cupcakes Shinra likes and some flan that he sometimes used to get for his team. You were fluid in the kitchen,able to make all three different desserts at the same time while singing along to your favorite song, the one you always listen to when you're stressed. What you didn’t know was that someone was watching you from the crack in the door, a small smile on his lips as he watched you in your zone. As Obi walked away he was absentmindedly humming along to the tune you were singing and heading to go see if he had it on a record.

The flan was in the fridge, your favorite dessert was cooling, and all of the cupcakes were frosted perfectly, you wiped down all of the counters, washed the dishes, and you were now finishing drying and putting the dishes back in their places when the door opens and a stiff man came in, pausing when he sees you. You are using a towel to dry off a bowl and you meet his eye with a smile “you must be Lt. Hinawa. I am told you do a lot of the cooking. I hope I didn’t mess up any of the order in here, I made sure to put everything back when I found it.” you place the bowl in the cupboard and hang up the towel on its rod “No worries, it’s nice to finally meet you y/n. I hope you are comfortable here” he says and then starts to cook dinner, you move your desserts out of the way and then leave the kitchen to get out of his way, accidentally leaving your bracelet by the sink without noticing. you decide to go find Maki and see what she is doing

You find Maki with Tamaki and Iris in Maki’s room, Lisa was with Vulcan and everyone else had things to do. You end up hanging out with them talking until dinner. Tamaki notices your bracelet was gone when you ran your fingers through your hair as you listened to Iris telling a story about being a fire soldier. “Where is your bracelet?” Tamaki asks and you gasp and look down at your hand, your fingers going to cover your tattoo at that moment. “Shoot, I must have left it in the kitchen when I did the dishes” Maki gasps “. Do you have a tattoo? Do you have a SOULMATE” she exclaimed excitedly “oh please be quiet please keep it a secret'' you plead with them and they calm down “why? What's wrong?” Iris asks and you sigh looking down at your hands ``because I think it's Obi” you whisper and then show them your tattoo “welcome to company 8 comma” Tamaki reads aloud then grins in recognition “what did you say to him first?” She asks and you blush in embarrassment “he told me to stay here and I said ‘yes sir’” you say and bury your face in your hands “so lame” you add muffled against your palms.

“Oh my god Obi’s wrist says yes sir” your head snaps up and you look at Maki “really?” you ask and she nods with a grin. You chuckle and then smile “ will you guys keep it a secret? I want to tell him at the right time” they nod with smiles on their lips and your body floods with excitement.

During dinner you had to keep sending pointed looks to the girls so they would act normal in front of Obi who happened to sit next to you at the table. They kept looking at you with grins and you would put your fingers to your lips. “I've been meaning to come by your shop for a while, I'm sorry this is how we would meet.” Obi says after everyone sat down to eat and talk you smile at him, making sure you keep your wrist in your lap and covered, “Don’t worry about it!.. uhhh... do i call you captain?” you ask and cock your head at him, he chuckles “just call me Obi” he says and nods once “well Obi, thank you for letting me stay here and helping me rebuild. I appreciate it more than you know” your voice is kind and sends tingles down his spine “it’s the least I can do” his ears turn a little pink which doesn't go unnoticed by Tamaki who is sitting across from him.

“Did you always want to be a Fire Soldier?” you ask and he laughs “originally i was just a firefighter, I realized that the Companies have a lot of weak points and i felt responsible to fix them” you nod “You sound like a good respectable man” you say with a nod and take a drink of your water. “Did you always want to bake?” he asks, trying to hide his obvious fluster to your praise. “I did. I debated being a FIre Soldier, just to prove I could, but that wasn't my fate” he fights a smile at your choice of the word fate, thinking back to the fact that your first words to him matched his soulmate tattoo, but he is failing at finding out if you had a soulmate tattoo or not since you’ve kept your wrist hidden.

When Obi got distracted talking to Hinawa you took that opportunity to study him, his strong arms and his large hands, his handsome face and the curve of his jaw, his adam's apple and the veins in his neck. Tamaki and Maki watching the whole ordeal with stars in their eyes.

You start to clear the table “I made dessert for everyone, if you want some i can bring it out and we can eat together” you feel a little shy until Shinra gets excited “you DID? YES!” he’s up and gone before you, taking the dishes form your hands on his way. Before you can even follow he's back with the desserts and more plates. You chuckle and help pass around plates of flan and your favorite dessert, the cupcakes being just set in the middle of the table. “You are the best y/n!” Shinra and Arthur exclaim, everyone else taking what they want quick before the two start in a competition like usual. You knew what they were like when they would come in and each order an astronomical amount of strawberry tarts just to see how many they could in a row tring to best the other, they usually ended up sick. It's why you hid some of the dessert in the kitchen.

“This is amazing y/n” Obi says and takes another bite. “I also like those cookie frosting sandwiches you make, Shinra brought some back once and I stole one. Amazing.” you blush “thank you Obi. I’m glad you liked it.” After everyone is done, they all slowly break away from the group, heading to get ready for bed or do paperwork. You head to the kitchen to help clean up, mostly unsure what you were going to do about your soulmate situation. You thought he deserved to know but at the same time you were nervous. After the dishes were done you head to your room to try and sleep.

When two am rolled around and you were still awake and thinking about Obi in the next room, you sighed and got up, deciding to do some more baking, it helped you think.

You were chopping up chocolate bars for the cookies, deciding to make frosting filled cookies since Obi said he liked them, you had all the ingredients measured and ready to go, the recipe memorized. You were just getting the chocolate ready and not really paying attention, you did this so often you got into a rhythm. But you were a little distracted too, thinking about the best way to bring up soulmates. It was a little taboo after all, since not a lot of people had them. You gasp out in pain when the knife drags across your fingertip, you look down at the cut, watching as blood emerges and it starts to sting “shit” you say and sigh, getting a towel to hold against the bleeding.

“If I was a first aid kit, where would I be?” you whisper quietly as you look around in all the cupboards. You sit on the ground, letting out a huff as you decided to lay down on the cold floor. A chuckle makes your eyes flick open and up to the sound “Hi” Obi says and waves slightly “what’s going on in here?” he asks with an amused expression so you sit up and turn towards him “do you have any bandaids?” you ask and he turns immediately concerned. “What happened?” he asks and then fetches the first aid kit, in a cupboard that you had already checked cashing you to frown. “I was making cookies because I couldn't sleep and I cut my finger. I'm just glad I didn’t get any blood anywhere. No food contamination.” You furrow your brows at the feelings in your heart. You barely know him but you feel like you could talk to him about anything, like he was always with you to begin with. You felt comfortable and you knew without a doubt that you could trust him with anything. He sits down in front of you, stifling a yawn as he holds out his hand for yours. You gently place your hand in his own and he gently peels away the towel. “It’s not bleeding anymore and it isn't too deep. What cookies are you making?” you blush and watch him as he cleans and bandages your finger, grateful for your long sleeve hoodie for covering your wrist, but still nervous as his hand gently holds your wrist over the words, it could slip at any moment.

“I uh..” he looks up into your eyes and you feel your cheeks get warmer “I was making those ones you mentioned earlier” your voice quiet from his proximity. He smiles warmly “you were?!” you nod shyly “That really makes me excited. But you should be more careful. Your hands are too pretty to be hurt” he blushes as he speaks, his hand still holding your wrist even though your finger was taken care of already. “Why are you awake?” you ask and he shrugs “I felt like something was off so I decided to just look around and make sure everything was fine. I guess I was up to take care of you” he chuckles softly as you blush, you felt your neck getting hot as well from his words, it was like he knew you were hurt and needed to find you, you really were soulmates there was no denying it.

“Obi, I need to tell you something” you whisper and look down at your lap “what is it?” his brows furrow but his hand doesn’t release your wrist, secretly hoping to somehow move your shirt to see if you had a mark. “Do you remember the first thing you said to me?” you ask, his heart stops, realizing where you were going “welcome to company 8 stay here” he whispers and you nod “and do you remember what i said to you?” you take his other hand, “yes sir” he says and you mouth the words along with him, your fingers brushing over the mark. He uses his thumb on the hand holding your wrist to brush your sleeve up, exposing your mark.

You sat there for who knows how long, his left hand in your right as you stare down at the words, your fingers brushing against his skin, running from his mark up to his elbow in swirls. Your left hand was being held in his right, his eyes on the mark and his thumb moving softly back and forth, the ingredients on the counter forgotten about for the time being.

“I figured” his voice cuts through the silence and you look up at his face, not stopping your movements on his arm. He clears his throat and then meets your eye, a smile on his lips, “I figured that yours had to be something specific since mine wasn’t at all” you chuckle “ ‘yes sir’ when you're a captain means little” and he nods with a chuckle “I wanted to come here before, to just see, but I didn’t want to mess anything up. I let it just be what it was supposed to” he nods “that was my guess, I know how it can be when not a lot of people have soulmates anymore” you chuckle and reach up, cupping his cheek “I still worried about you, every day, sending you good luck through my mark.” You tilt your head and smile “you don’t have a safe line of work if you didn’t know” he laughs at that, leaning into your touch “I know I know, I’m sorry for making you worry, and i'm sorry for the worry i will most likely put you through in our lifetime” your heart races “at least you can really have my good luck kisses now” you say with a chuckle, your cheeks flushing as you look into his eyes.

He leans in slowly, his eyes flicking down to your lips, you wrap your free hand under his arm and grip his strong back, the muscles rippling under your palm, as you pull yourself closer to him, smiling and closing your eyes as his lips connect with yours.

“What. the. Fuck. is happening in here?” Hinawa says, a glass in his hand and sleep still evident in his eyes as you break apart and look up at him in the doorway. “We’re making cookies” you and Obi both say at the same time in the same way and then look at each other and bust up in giggles like you weren’t two grown adults sitting on the floor kissing like teenagers

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everafterkeiji · 4 years ago

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Summary: When your first Christmas with Suga turns into a bit of a sweet mess.

Pairing: Koshi Sugawara x gn!reader

Word count: 3.4k

Genre: fluff

A/N: god help me i wrote this on INSTINCT, dropped EVERYTHING for this baby. Also happy holidays my lil melodies!!

"Asahi please stop freaking out."

Sugawara says through the phone as he hears complains and whines from Asahi, panicking where he misplaced Suga's gift for Y/N. He strictly ordered Asahi to hide his present for you knowing it's all you've been talking about for months. Next thing he knows, Asahi calls him completely frantic acting like he's completely destroyed their friendship.

Suga laughs as he hears random sounds from objects assuming Asahi was carelessly running through his house finding the beautifully wrapped gift. Meanwhile he was preparing all the ingredients needed for these extremely adorable Christmas inspired cupcakes that he and Y/N found. He was looking at the list of the things needed before setting everything on the kitchen counter.

"SUGA I'M SO SORRY. WHAT IF I LOST IT?"

"Asahi you're the tidiest person I know."

"I RUINED YOUR FIRST CHRISTMAS TOGETHER. I'M SUCH A TERRIBLE PERSON."

"Asahi! Please. It's too early and when you find it please just come over and bring it to me. Y/Ns got work from that cafe so we have time. I'll call you back okay? I'll just bake." He says before hanging up the phone, leaving a very stressed Asahi, feeling like there was a baring weight on his shoulders as he finds the gift.

Meanwhile Koshi has his tongue poking out as he figures out what the woman on the video just said. As he mixes the ingredients together, he can't help but smile when he realizes how important it was for the two of you.

As mentioned, it was your first Christmas together and this man was not going to pass up on the opportunity to show you how much you mean to him. You've got this lovesick fool wrapped around your finger, completely struck by your beauty and characteristics. You felt the exact same, feeling as if the gods gave you one of their prized possessions. How could you even deny the butterflies that surround you when he holds your hand, or even when he takes your bag on the way home.

Everything about him was already a gift from the heavens.

So here he was, completely forgetting what a budget meant, buying you the object you've been endlessly fangirling about it, even if you joked that you accepted him with a little bow wrapped around his head. Though he was willing to do it just to hear your laugh, he'd rather choose spoiling you instead. You can possibly imagine the way he looked, so confident swinging the little paper bag in his hands as he walked as if he won a lottery. He also bought you another gift that you didn't even request for. He just wanted to see the way your eyes would shine when you receive it.

As for you, you also forgot about your initial plan of spending less than what you expected. You didn't really settle on one thing, you had the cute idea of putting all the things he loved in a box along with all your photos together and with some heart warming letter you knew he would love. He loved the way you would stick notes on his favorite snacks and giving it to him when he was off to practice, or even the way he changed his alarm to you continuously telling him if he doesn't wake up he gets less hugs.

You figured that he adored your little acts of love instead of buying him a shirt or a sweater so you figured it benefitted your time preparation for his present. Also maybe buying everything that reminded him of you wasn't a brilliant idea.

It took you several days of torturing yourself from spilling the secret. You can never hide anything from your boyfriend- I mean how can you? One glance from his soft eyes was enough for you to surrender any information you've got so Daichi had to physically clasp his hand over your mouth just because he didn't trust that you have the ability to keep the secret to yourself. You thanked him knowing it was difficult to do especially when all you wanna do is ramble on how you found this plushie that you got him.

So when the universe put you two together, its absolutely the same for him.

He had to physically beg for Asahi to hide it from you knowing he was to be the least suspected one to just blurt out a secret. The con is Asahi was at the top for being anxious and being too caring. Though he deeply wished he picked Daichi, he figured he was practically a bridge for you two so he disregarded the idea. Seeing Asahi all worked up about the gift was quite humorous to Suga.

"Suga- honey do you know what that means?"

"Yes what is it darling?"

"We'll have our first Christmas together!" You exclaim, clapping your hands with a smile on your face as he chuckles draping an arm on your shoulder. He kisses the side of your head as you automatically lean into his touch.

"And I'm excited for everything, hun." He says with his heart jumping in glee at the idea of being under theChristmas lights with you, imagining you two snuggled up talking for hours just embracing the warmth of each other.

"Even New Years!"

Sugawara smiles as he reminisces the precious memories you two have made in the short amount of time. It amazes him how a person was able to consume his thoughts on a daily, how every second with you felt like he wanted it to last for a lifetime. You overwhelm his heart with so much adoration and he can't help but feel as if he was given a slice of heaven whenever he's around you.

"You do know Y/N likes you right?" Daichi asks as he sets the vice captains heart on fire with what he just said. Suga let's out a nervous giggle before waving his hand back and forth as an act of denial. Daichi laughs at his gestures, examining the pink tinted cheeks of his fellow teammate.

"C'mon, Suga."

"I-it's not like Y/N likes me back the way I do!" Daichi lets out another laugh as he runs a hand through his locks. Sugawara wipes the sweat from his forehead, finding it challenging to think about them having mutual feelings for each other. His mind can't focus on the probability of you two dating since he figured he'd feel as if he was on cloud nine if that were to happen. Another heat wave rushes to his cheeks as he shakes his head no.

"Koshi!" A voice shouts, making him yelp..his confession.

"YES I LIKE Y/N."

"ME?"

"Y/N?"

"SUGA!"

".. oh no."

He remembers how he wanted to faint that day, definitely disappointed he confessed to her opposite to what he had in mind. He wanted it to be in a calm place, only them with possibly a scenery in front of them but instead he got a funny confession, yelping like a girl before declaring his love in hopes what surprised him was Daichi but was faced with Y/N instead. In the eyes if the universe, it seemed too funny yet wholesome while Sugawara thinks it's too clumsy and could've been way better.

So with the disaster of a confession, he made it up to you by bringing you along on fantastic dates. Sugawara developing a habit of picking random things that you had on that date whether it'd be a tissue that you drew on a smiley face with, or the receipt of what you ordered that day. It was such a cute habit seeing him pick them up and just shoving it in his bag, he'll pretend he hid nothing but later on you saw a little box under his bed filled with the objects with dates on each of them.

"Koshi what's this?" You ask shaking the box in your hands as his eyes widen running to you and softly taking it away from your hands. He chuckles nervously, arms waving around you as if he was protecting it with his life. You laugh at his actions before attacking him from behind hugging him, trying to stop him from moving any farther. Suga let's out a war cry, desperate to not give into your embrace.

"NO I WILL NOT SURRENDER TO SUCH CUTENESS."

"WHAT IS IN THERE SUGA."

He trips as he walks, making you follow behind him, falling the same way he did. You fall to the floor laughing at the stupidity of you two. You were facing him as you take in the way his laughter was the best thing you've ever heard. He had his eyes closed with his smile brighter than the sun as his chuckle echoes through the room. You let your hand rest on his cheek before leaning in and kissing his temple. This quickly had the young man turn his head to you with flustered cheeks and sleepish smile.

"Seems like you're incredibly in love with me."

"What's so wrong with that?"

Before he could land a peck on your forehead, you grab the box from his hand earning a gasp of betrayal from your boyfriend as you quickly jog to a corner opening the box, and what was in this so called treasure chest was filled with random objects. As you take in the tissue in your hands, you see his handwriting on it with the date of your recent date. You smile as he comes behind you wrapping arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder.

"You know you're too cute for me, Suga. You're gonna make me have a heart attack with this."

"At least I can you were drop dead in love with me."

"Okay now- that wasn't cute."

This automatically carries a smile on your lips as you give the last customer their drink. Seems like everyone was affected by the chilly holiday feels since there were no customers that pissed you off like usual. Everyone was rushing to spend time with their families at home. Your family along with Suga's were spending the holiday together, happily welcoming the boy into your family. Although you found it funny when Suga acted so nervous when he was invited to spend it with them.

So as promised, your boss insisted everyone to go home early making you take your time in cleaning up.

"Asahi! You made it happy holidays!" Suga softly pats the ace's shoulder giving him a smile. Asahi does the same, setting down your gift on the table. Asahi takes a seat on the couch admiring the way the room was filled with decorations, with polaroids clipped with fairy lights, even a tiny Christmas tree in the corner borrowed from your parents.

"Seriously thank you for bringing it over, where did you find it?" Asahi chuckles as he removes his scarf.

"It was in my drawer all along. I thought I hid it in my cabinet so that's why I panicked." Suga shakes his head in amusement.

"I'd like to stay but my moms making me buy something from the store." Asahi says standing up. He hands Sugawara a box that was wrapped neatly with a gold ribbon at the middle. Suga's eyebrows were raised in confusion as he sees the little tag that said "To: Suga, From: Daichi and Asahi", he then smiles before handing a present to him as well. They both bid a thank you to each other before Asahi leaves.

As Suga leaves your present on the counter so he can continue cleaning up the mess he made from baking.

That's when he heard a knock to the door as he takes a peak in the little hole seeing his lovely lover standing in the doorway. Then he realizes that his present for you was just laying around and the kitchen was still pretty much a disaster. So he dashes as fast as he could.

You were replying to messages from Kiyoko and Yachi and he simply thanks the world that it was sparing him time.

And with such speed, comes with great responsibility. He accidentally knocks down the flour on the counter, where the tiny box was placed making it covered in flour making him puff in annoyance. With the dust making its way to his nostrils, this unfortunate makes him sneeze making the whip of air carry the flour residue land on his face, giving his face a powder like finish, along with his hair. This absolutely had him at complete shock as he hears the door open.

"Suga honey! Oh- what the hell happened." You say with a slight giggle as you snap a picture of your beloved boyfriend covered in flour. Looking back at the photo, you laugh even more, him swiftly hiding the flour covered box in his hands shoving it in his pockets.

"Y/N! Ah- I'm so sorry." He says before you set down your bag and remove your shoes as you set the cookies from the cafe on the counter. You take in how he looks with a frown on his plump lips as you smile softly before going over to him, your finger landing on the flour as your fingers swipe across your face joining him in the little flour art on either of your faces. He chuckles as his flour covered hands land on your cheek.

"How do you make it look so cute, sugar?" He asks as he gives a slight squish to your cheeks. You roll your eyes at his words as he places a delicate peck on your forehead.

"Are you sure it's really okay? I could clean this up all by myself you go ahead and take a shower!" He says but even if you insisted on helping him he disagrees.

"But-"

"Nope nope, I did this, it's my responsibility. Now shoo!" He says pushing your back to go on ahead and shower, the habit he's been doing to Kageyama and Nishinoya. You giggle at his actions before finally giving in to his demands.

During your well spent shower you hear a scream from the outside. You immediately grab your towel, wiping away the water in your eyes and wrapping it around your figure, frantically opening the door.

"Suga?!"

"Y/N wait no I'm fine!"

You look up to see smoke coming from the oven with your boyfriend in his adorable apron with matching mittens fanning his hands as he quickly brings out the tray of burnt cookies as you both lock eyes now both widening at the same time at the sight of you.

"Oh! Wait! Look away!"

"SUGA!"

"WAIT NO I SHOULD LOOK AWAY!"

Suga covers his eyes as he tries to stumble around the room trying to move around the counter. Thankfully, he screamed when you were finished showering so you grabbed the clothes you had from the room to help the poor boy, changing while he had his eyes covered. You still had your hair dripping wet but you immediately remove the hands from his face, revealing a very red Suga.

"Koshi, love. What happened?"

"I'm sorry! I can't believe I just messed up everything for our..first Christmas." Sugawara slides down on the floor feeling like he's lost all the time to make up for everything. Y/N sits beside him taking his had and leaning it your shoulder while your hands rummage through his hair, comforting him.

"Love, you didn't ruin it. I promise you that. If its any consolation, I think you look absolutely cute in your outfit." Sugawara lifts his head off your shoulder with a pout to his lips. You giggle at the sight of him before gently placing a peck on his pretty lips.

"And a frown doesn't suit it." You say before he chuckles bringing you into his arms, a move to hide his face. You laugh as he practically hugs you even tighter.

"Should we even bother to taste the cookies?"

"Oh please no I don't wanna go to the hospital on Christmas."

"Okay now gift giving time!"

Suga tugs on your hand underneath the table as you look at him, as he turns his head to the side signalling for the two of you to leave the table for a while. You excused yourselves. Suga leads you into the empty room as he excitedly sits down on the bed, and you followed his actions.

"So what are you up to, mysterious man?" You ask as Sugawara pulls out a tiny box from his pockets. Your eyebrows were raised, confused at the tiny little thing. He then goes behind you pushing back your hair as you feel a cold material hit your neck. Your fingers grazes over the thin material as you feel an circle charm on it that felt like there was distinct design from the texture. You close your eyes with a smile, already loving how he was so delicate. Once he locks it, you immediately hop off the bed rushing to the nearest mirror as your eyes set upon the dainty piece.

It was a gold necklace with a small disc charm in the middle with a letter S along with engravings of your favorite flower at the bottom. You gasp at how it was able to emit such beautiful details of the flowers. He wraps his arms behind you, resting his head on yours as light bounces off the mirror from where his finger was. Curious, you turned to him as you take a hold of each hand, then finding him wearing a ring with your initial with the same flower esque design on your necklace. It was placed in his ring finger and you covered your face, speechless at everything.

Suga takes this a sign that you were absolutely bewildered by his gift and he smiles as he pulls you into his arms.

"You're absolutely god-sent, it's unfair at this point." You say as he chuckles, he pulls away to see you pouting as he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear, letting his hand rest on your cheek like usual making you rest your cheeks weight on his hand.

"I know this isn't our only Christmas, we've got so many to go through. I just wanted us to start off strong with this. At least, even without a holiday or special occasion, we'll always feel like the other is around. Especially, it kinda looks like I'm married to you so what else can I complain about?"

You slap his chest jokingly feeling like the waterworks were coming to meet you. He pats your hair as he lets his eyes linger on you, setting your heart on fire with the way his eyes made you feel so safe and loved.

You wipe your eyes as you make your way to the cabinet, grabbing the present and handing it to him shyly. He remains silent as he opens the box to be greeted by his favorite snacks, an adorable plushie sprayed with your perfume, along with scattered letters and photographs of you two. He takes in one of the notes that his eyes landed on.

"My little ray of sunshine! Out of all the things I could say, you've left me speechless everytime. It's just pure luck that I managed to pull an angel like you. I genuinely hope you like this and not scold me for spending too much but how can I when I'm too in love with you? Merry Christmas, my love - Y/N."

He shouts in glee taking you by surprise as he basically tackles you on the bed, hugging you for the hundredth time today as he repeatedly kept saying thank you. You laugh, finally feeling relieved that he loved your gift. He sits up like a little kid reading every note that touched his hand and his eyes sparkle everytime. It surely was a sight that could make it feel like Christmas everyday. He hugs the plushie with all his love as you snap a photo of them, admiring the way his cheeks looked squished against the softness of the toy.

"Merry Christmas, honey." You say, curled up in his chest.

"Merry Christmas too, love."

He looks at you and he hums in happiness at the sight of the both of you, welcome in each others arms and nothing but endless smiles and laughter.

"I'm so in love with you."

"Good, believe it or not but I love you more."

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sp00kworm · 4 years ago

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A Cave in the Emerald Mountains

Pairing: Nazzog x Gender Neutral Reader, Dragon x Reader, Dragon x Human

Warnings: Animal death, threat of violence.

A/N: The artwork below was done for me by a close friend, @sleepybatart , for my icon, and was based on my beloved Nazzog, the dragon featured in this work! Please go check out his work!! This is my first attempt at writing something quite original so I hope it lives up to everyone’s expectations.

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The woodlands were cool this time of day, hiding you from the heat of the sun with the shade of new summer leaves. The trees stood tall and proud over you as you pulled away the leaves on the floor and rummaged for the truffles hidden deep under the roots. You turned the soil with a little trowel and whistled softly as you worked, picking through roots before you snatched the singular fungus from the ground and tucked it into a small cloth. You wrapped it with twine before making sure it sat at the bottom of your bag, out of the reach of any naughty animals that might come snuffling on your way back to the village. You shook dirt from the trowel before tucking it back into your belt and looking around the trees. Pine needles and some herbs were left on the list. Wild garlic was probably the thing you could pick up easily before you stopped off at the lair of the dragon you had come to know. The beast was hidden deep within a grove, hidden in a deep cave reaching into the base of the smallest of the looming Emerald Mountains. Carefully, you plucked a garlic bulb free before thumping the dirt off against the tree. You tucked them into your leather satchel, in the deep pocket behind the products you had stored away for the trip. With another two bulbs in your bag, you moved on from the garlic cluster and looked out for the pine trees. When the largest one appeared, you knew to veer to the left to enter the grove of the giant, old dragon you had come to know.

The trees grew a little thinner towards the grove, yet they stood tall, ancient in the face of the stone structures around them, facing a curling wall of smog. The grove was like another world. You stepped through the fog, breathing deeply as it whipped around you, dragging your hair upwards before it parted like a puddle, spewing to the sides, and revealed a moist grove. Moss covered the floor and you stepped over the moss in your heavy duty boots with a smile, looking up in time to see the lights in the vines float a little lower, revealing cheeky, butterfly-like Fae, smiling with razor sharp teeth as they tugged at your bag and hair.

“Nazzog is sleeping.” One of them sung before giggling as you plucked a cake from your bag for them. Three of them snatched the cupcake and you nodded at the one floating before your face. She shrugged, “He won’t like it. He told you to stop coming.” And sang.

You ran your hand over the weeping willow tree’s leaves and shrugged, “Since when do I listen to him?” You joked before waving to the little Fae and continuing towards the looming cave entrance. Fog followed your ankles as you stood before the great cavernous entrance. Water dripped down the side of the stone, the mineral deposits hanging in small stalactites from the ceiling. You ducked as you entered, despite the hole being large enough for a crouched, twenty-five-foot dragon to enter.

Inside the cave was even cooler. You tugged your thin travelling cloak closer to you, tucking your arms through it as you walked along the long passageway. It ended with two new passageways and you took the right one, making sure not to step in the mushroom circles as you headed further in and followed the glowing trail of bioluminescent mushrooms down the left side of the passageway. A great gust of hot air made you smile. Nazzog was sleeping, just as the mischievous Fae said. Trudging along, you finally reached the glow of Nazzog’s centre most chamber. With a quiet, deep breath, you gazed up at the piles of treasure adorning either side of the open cavern and huffed at the immense candles burning near them, dripping oozing piles of enormous wax across the floor. You climbed one of the piles before heading towards the dragon’s snout. Nazzog was a massive beast. His black scales glimmered with a purple sheen in the candlelight. Smoke curled from his nostrils as he slept and you walked closer to his snout with a soft laugh, laying a hand on one of his great, downwards curling horns, stroking the hardened scales around them as you sat in one of his giant cushions, making sure to put your feet down by his exposed teeth. The dragon rumbled from his slumber, smoke curling through his teeth as giant, orange eyes opened. Gold sliced through his pupils as he peered closely as your body, sprawled awkwardly over one giant cushion that you couldn’t sit in properly.

Nazzog raised his head with a stretch, pointed tongue dipping from his mouth as he moved his head from his crossed paws. After giving a smoke filled yawn, Nazzog peered down at you, one, burning eye lowered to your level as his talons reached for the pillow you were sat on, pushing it away from his eye. Dragons had bad eyesight close-up. Their eyes were made for hunting and looking at prey from amazing heights.

“I told you to stay away.” He growled as he laid his head back on his talons.

“I know, but I know you need that wound seeing to. Its been a week since the last lot of salve and I know you’ve probably been licking it again.” You teased him as you reached into your satchel to draw out the large jar of green medicinal salve.

Nazzog’s eye closed as he grunted, “It is fine.”

You wiggled your way off the pillow, clutching the salve close, walking towards his leg, “Leg, Nazzog.” You scolded the dragon, poking his scaled leg.

“Persistent pest.” He growled as he span his leg over, revealing the almost healed cut on the soft part just above his paw. He flashed his talons as you poked at the tender flesh around it. Nazzog growled, “Be careful. Its tender.”

“Stop being a big baby. You’re older than the village, Nazzog!” You joked as you opened the salve and began to smear it on the cut. It was barely a graze now thanks to your attention and hard work in the apothecary.

Nazzog watched you apply the salve quietly, great head bowed to observe a little closer as you poured the last of the mixture on and patted it gently. He turned his nose towards your bag on the pillow and huffed at the smell of the garlic.

“Why do you always come in here with the most pungent smelling things.” He complained as you went to put the jar back in your bag, “I could give you these things from my own supplies every time you come.” He offered gruffly as you closed your bag.

You smiled up at the old dragon, “I like to get it myself.” You denied his offer, “Plus if people get suspicious about me coming back with all these things already dried, it could put you in danger…and you’re already hurt because of me.”

Nazzog gave a smile full of daggers, “The spear nicked me.” He soothed, “They didn’t live long enough to tell anyone about my home. You worry far too much.” The dragon leaned down before shoving you back towards the entrance with one huge paw. Before you could leave, he draped a purple heavy cloak over your shoulders, a garb fit for royalty, “This should ward off the evening chill a lot better.” He nudged you towards the tunnel and turned his neck to coil back around his bed of silk pillows and scattered gold trinkets.

A fire roared in the cavern the next time you arrived. The summer was beginning to give way to autumn, yet the grove was still blissfully warm and in full season. The Fae tittered at the silver spoon you offered before revealing the great entrance to Nazzog’s home. The cave was cool, quickly turning cold, and you hugged the royal purple cloak closer to yourself as you navigated the mushroom traps and approached the flames. Nazzog was awake this time, dragging his claws through his treasure as though he was searching for something among the piles of gold. He speared a chalice and tossed it down by his tail before he hummed at a small treasure box. The dragon slammed it open and shifted through the jewels that poured out with another huff. Evidently those were not what he was looking for either.

“Have you lost something, Nazzog?” You asked as you pulled the hood of the cloak down onto your shoulders. The dragon turned his fiery eye on you before turning with a few thunderous steps.

“Its none of your business.” He answered before settling on his paws, perched, watching you with curiosity, “Are you so bored that you need to come and harass me still?” He asked as his spiked tail coiled through golden coins, scattering the coins with a whipping motion, obscuring the jewels and evidence of his sorting.

“I came to see you again. I know for sure that wound is healed now.” You stood looking up at the ashen dragon with a determined smile.

“Are you that confident in your work?” He snarled before softening when you grinned, “Thank you for your work. I can pay you for the inconvenience. You humans like gold still, correct?” The dragon pulled a pile of coins forward and you laughed at him.

“I don’t want payment. You saved me. I paid you back by helping heal you.” You insisted as the dragon stretched his neck and stood in the tall cavern, “Plus…I enjoy talking to you. Looking after you wasn’t that much of a big deal.” You placed a gentle hand on his leg before watching the dragon spread his wings and shudder. With a stretch of his jaws, smoke poured from the dragon’s mouth, wrapping around his form as he let out a echoing cry and disappeared in the cloud of smoke. A foot stepped out of the smog and your eyes went wide as you gazed at the figure of a prince that came out of it.

“You can’t wear the skin of a dead prince!” You hissed at the dragon as he tossed dark hair from his eyes and bent down to pick up something to cover himself.

“This is better for moving outside, is it not?” Nazzog grumbled as he shuffled closer, golden chains dripping from his body around the silk cover.

“You’re being stubborn and annoying on purpose at this point.” You sighed, “I don’t have to be seen walking around with a human. I’m not scared of you or of what people will think if they saw us, just scared of what they will do to you... You’re the last of your kind, Nazzog.”

Nazzog’s golden, human eyes widened before he hid himself behind the curtain of his dark hair and walked back behind a great pile of gold. Smoke rushed over the metal in a wave before the black dragon’s wings burst from the cloud and he slammed his great paws down in his lair once more.

“Fine. Then we shall take to the skies.” His great head lowered, grazing the pile, knocking gold coins free, until his chin rested on the floor by your feet, “Climb on, human, or I will hold you in my claws.” Nazzog scoffed playfully at your hesitance before snatching you in his paw, like he said and depositing you in the groove behind his horns.

“Hold my horns or you will fall.” He rumbled with mischief as he ducked his body and began to slither along the passageway back towards the entrance of his lair. The mushrooms were dark, their natural light gone as the dragon weaved his way out of his den. Tentatively, he stuck his nose out of the entrance and sniffed, smelling for danger before he glanced around and crawled free, out into the clearing. The Fae snickered and rested in his horns, tugging on your cloak as the dragon stuck his head through the trees and sniffed again, peering around for any signs of danger once more before he turned and slammed his claws into the rock face.

“We’re going up this way?” You asked as you wrapped your hands around the base of his horns, your fingers encompassing about half of the circumference.

“I have to find a place to take off. This is the easiest way. Once I climb high enough, we can go.” Nazzog rumbled as he began climbing up the rock face, easily propelling himself upwards with his great, black talons. The stone held steady as you both reached a reasonable height above the trees, and Nazzog quickly pulled you both over onto a great platform on the mountain. It was wide and long enough for the dragon to make a running leap into the air.

“Hold on.” He shouted at you before rushing towards the edge of the sheer drop. Subconsciously, you clenched your eyes shut and grabbed hold of Nazzog’s neck tight, holding on for dear life as the dragon jumped from the rocks and opened his shining wings. The leathery, black skin rippled before going taut, the sun shining shades of purple over them, the skin snapping as the wind slammed against you both. You opened your eyes as Nazzog gave a great beat of his wings and soared upwards with three more powerful strokes. The ascent was hard work, but you gasped as you both burst over the top of the smaller mountain in the range. The snowy peaks ahead made you smile in awe, gazing at the cold sprinkling of white snow with glee as Nazzog swerved towards the highest mountain and dipped to dive slowly, heading towards the highland fields where the weather was cool but the air was fresh.

“This is amazing!” You cheered as you pushed your fingers under his chin, listening to Nazzog rumble happily as you grazed a scent gland beneath his hard scales.

“Don’t expect me to do it again. I’m not a horse you can saddle.” The black dragon snorted as he banked to the left and slowly circled lower and lower, churning the white fluff of the clouds around you as he made his descent to the highland fields below. The heavy, long grass came into view as the dragon flapped his wings hard, blowing great gusts of air that pushed the grass down against the earth. His back feet connected with a rock structure before he grasped the front of the rock with his front paws, talons chipping the stone. His wings fluttered, shaking before he planted them in the rock as well, the hooked claws on the end tucking into the structure with ease. He laid his neck on the rock and turned his head to the left, letting you down from your seat.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” He asked with a purr.

You looked around at the rocky field with a smile, “That was astounding. I never thought I’d see the world from the air like that. It makes me wish I was like you.” You sighed wistfully as you held your bag and sat down, resting against his thick neck as you gazed up at the cloudy sky.

The cold bit at your nose and you tugged your cloak closer before nestling close to the gas glands in Nazzog’s neck, soaking in the heat they generated as he peered around, tucking himself close, making himself appear like another heavy rock atop the structure you were both sat on.

“I don’t think my life would suit you. Hiding from kings who wish for magic and my bones isn’t the life I ever wanted.” He growled against the stone, shooting smoke from between his teeth as he thought of darker things, “I would like the company of my own kind again though. Perhaps if you did become Draconic we could share tales and tear open brigades of merchants for their jewels?”

Your nose wrinkled at the idea of such slaughter, “I would rather not.”

The dragon laughed, “Of course, but you forget such trivialities when faced with a life as long as mine.” Nazzog watched you grow contemplative with a sigh of smoke.

“Has anyone ever become a Dragon?” You asked curiously as Nazzog spewed more smoke, making fire in his throat to keep you warm.

Nazzog peered at your face, quiet and solemn, before answering carefully, “There was a tale once. As a hatchling my Mother told it to me. A princess once became a dragon. The beast of the volcano in the far west kidnapped her for a ransom from her father, an evil man that wished to sell her off to the highest bidder. His gold never came yet he found himself adoring the human. She did not cry when he took her, and never tried to leave. She read him poetry and sang songs of her people when he could not rest. The Red Beast offered her a life with him, away from the agony and pain the King had put her through. She accepted his offer. One night she wished for the Mother of the Forest, the Queen of the Fae, to give her more time in her life to spend with her beloved dragon. The Fae Queen appeared to them both in the churning lava, offering to change her into a dragon for the price of his greatest jewel. The dragon plunged into the lava and returned with a grin. He gave the Fae Queen a diamond from the depths of the volcano. The Fae Queen took the Princess’ human life and bathed her in the flames of the volcano, hardening her skin to scales and changing her into a Draconic creature that could spend eternity with her lover. It is said that only that diamond holds the power to change someone so, and if two lovers hold it, they can become what they desire.”

You gazed at Nazzog and smiled, “That is a beautiful story.”

Nazzog scoffed against the stone, “A tale for children. I have mastered magic and studied the Fae. They hold no such power.” He wrapped a protective set of talons around you, “Besides, who would want to be a beast such as a Dragon?” The black dragon teased as you wrapped a hand around one of his toes, careful to avoid the razor-sharp edge of his claws.

“I would if it meant I could see the world and if I could…”

Nazzog hushed you as he curled himself tight, exposing the jagged plating of his body as he whispered a hiding spell in his own, hissing language, hiding himself from whatever was approaching. You grumbled as you sat on top of his foot, trying to appear as though you were resting against a large rock as a young man walked over, his dog following, nipping at his heels.

“Hey there! Its not often we get walkers or travellers up here! You sure you ain’t lost?” The young man was a sheep farmer, clad in woollen layers with a sheepskin cloak tied around his shoulders. He had a pale, freckled face, dark eyes, and a bright smile. They probably didn’t get many visitors up in the highlands, never mind people from the villages below the mountains.

You pushed yourself up against Nazzog and smiled politely, “I’m okay, thank you! I just came to the field for a walk.” You insisted. Fear laced in your gut as the boy started to climb the stones. You admired Nazzog for not throwing the boy away as he set one foot on his leg. He could only see a very bumpy boulder.

“You ain’t from here though. Nor the next village.” He looked at your expensive cloak, gifted to you by Nazzog and your plain travelling clothes beneath it, not made for the highlands, “How have you got up here? You’re from the villages…” He scowled but didn’t say anything else, “Hush Betty, I’ll be down in a minute!” He scolded his dog, whistling her away as he sat himself down.

Before he could say anything else, you stood up, “Well I better be on my way!”

He held your cloak with a curious look, “Hey I ain’t gonna bite ya!” He drawled, “Just wanted to talk to a cutie like you is all.”

You felt Nazzog rumble underneath you, and so did the poor Shepard. In a sudden flick of his foot, you watched Nazzog send the poor boy flying off the rocks. His neck whipped around with his great, spiked tail, extending himself to his full height, teeth on display as he snatched at you protectively, grabbing you between his two front paws.

“What right do you have to speak in such a manner?!” He hissed, fire burning in his mouth as he passed you to his other clawed paw and watched the boy’s dog howl at him. He scared Betty away with a roar and a blast of fire, scorching the grass to black ash in a fiery display.

“DRAGON!” The boy screamed as he sprinted after his dog, rushing towards the barn and the flock of sheep. Nazzog roared again, tongue out, spit flying, and rushed into the air with three great beats of his wings. He soared behind the boy before snatching one of his flock with a snap of his talons. The sheep bleated in his grasp before going quiet. You grunted in his grasp and tried to look away from the bleeding animal as Nazzog rushed back down the mountains, towards his lair in the grotto.

The sheep was bones now. Nazzog picked at his teeth with the animal’s leg, ignoring you, his tail coiled around himself and his spiney back facing you. You moved towards his pillow pile and kicked at his tail.

“Are we not going to talk about what just happened up there? You could have killed me!” You scolded as Nazzog turned one fiery eye on you. He regarded your pathetic tantrum before shifting, lugging his body around to face you, his paw scooping you closer gently, easing you on top of the pillow pile, underneath his chest. You poked at his thick, plated chest, admiring the grey plating and scales underneath his belly, even as you tried to appear upset.

“Are you used to such attention from other humans?” He asked quietly, peering down at you, the lines of his scaley snout amplified by the downwards curl of the horns framing his face. It was like looking at a crowned beast.

You cocked an eyebrow, “Not really. No one wants to marry the one that smells like herbal medicines constantly.”

Nazzog revealed his teeth in something akin to a smile, “Not even the pig farmer?”

You scoffed at him, “I wouldn’t want their attention!” and scowled, “Apparently even they have senses of smell.”

Nazzog hummed, “No marriage proposals…” He raked his claws through his treasure pile before turning away again, “I find that odd.” He commented before he turned in his bed again and went to the other piles, searching through them with a determined gaze.

“Why do you care, Nazzog. You’ve wanted rid of me since I started coming here!” You huffed before grabbing your bag, “Which is fine, because I’m leaving.”

The dragon turned to catch you with one great paw, pulling you over to the pile of treasure as he pulled free a great chest with one claw, sending gold cascading down the pile, “There is something I want to give you…” He offered before tipping the chest open, “I know what I did was rude, but…” He opened his paw, “I do not like you speaking to humans like that one. It seems as though I have grown fond of you in these months…” The dragon confessed as he plucked free a giant emerald from the pile of treasure that had spilled out of the chest.

“Why are you giving me this?” You asked as Nazzog raised the jewel towards you. It was huge and a rich, dark green, shining brilliantly in the light of the candles of his lair.

Nazzog purred, lowering his head towards your own to press his muzzle to the side of your head, “It is a gift. My own kind give each other their greatest treasures to prove their worth.”

You choked on your words, “Are you proposing to me?!”

Nazzog’s tail trailed through the piles of treasure before he let out a great laugh, fire bursting from his teeth. Smoke curled from his nose as he dipped his head, “I suppose it is a proposal.” He offered the gem again and watched you take it with a purr, “I would not just let anyone do what you have. No one has ever been allowed to touch me…let alone ride upon my back.” He declared.

You were silent, looking at the emerald in your hands with a small frown.

“I am truly sorry for my behaviour, gem.” He rumbled as he nudged you again, pressing your hand to the tip of his snout.

“You should be.” You grumbled before smiling at the immense emerald in your hands, “But I forgive you. You only gave him a fright.” With a small laugh you hugged Nazzog’s head and felt hot tears burn behind your eyes.

“I love you…at least I think I do. I just want to escape everything, Nazzog. Home. People. I want to know about the world!” You pulled away from his scales and laughed as his tongue licked away your tears.

“You will have the world.” He promised as he took you into his paws and tucked you close to his chest once more.

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nightshade-minho · 5 years ago

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-Nightmare- (4)

Warnings: Minho being a little bit of an asshole lol.

There she was, standing right in front of you. You gulped, trying not to look intimidated...but it was hard, considering the way she was looking you up and down.

Rina’s gaze travelled to your hand in Minho’s. She cocked her head to the side, pursing her lips.

“So...you’re dating your best friend.”

Minho nodded, and you looked up at him. He looked pretty confident and at ease, considering how nervous he’d been when the two of you left the apartment this morning.

“How did this happen, exactly?”

“It just...did.”

She skeptically raised an eyebrow. “So, you just woke up one morning and she was your girlfriend?”

Minho chuckled. “I don’t see why you want the details so bad. We’re together now, that’s what matters.”

Rina tapped her finger with her chin before shrugging, hoisting her purse over her shoulder as she smiled before walking away.

You felt Minho’s tight grip on your hand relax as she left. He looked at you, grinning. “That went pretty smoothly, didn’t it?”

“Uh huh. So does that mean we can stop this now?”

Minho shook his head incredulously. “Fuck no? If we break up right after, she’ll obviously understand it was a farce. No, we have to keep this going for a while...at least until the party.”

“Honestly...am I the only one who felt like she wasn’t completely convinced?”

“Yeah...I noticed that too. We have to step up our game.”

•••

The evening air was quite breezy, and you felt very calm as you sat on the balcony, your guitar on your lap as you strummed mindlessly, staring at the moon.

Your fingers automatically played a song you’d written a while ago, when you’d first realized you were in love with your best friend. It was a soft song, a sweet melody with melancholic undertones. You knew how hopeless this was.

Minho nudged the balcony door sideways as he stepped out, settling on the chair next to you with a cup of coffee in his hands.

You stopped playing, tucking your hair behind your ear. Minho frowned as he turned to look at you.

“Why’d you stop? That sounds beautiful.”

You smiled bashfully, looking away to hide your blush. “Eh, it’s just something I came up with one day.”

Minho scoffed. “Are you kidding? Y/n...you’re so talented. I really admire you. I wish I could be the same.”

It was your turn to scoff in disbelief as you turned your chair slightly so that you were facing him. “Have you seen yourself dance? You pour your emotion into every step. That’s admirable.”

Minho smiled softly as he gazed at you. He drummed his fingers on the side of the chair. “If you like my dancing, how come you never come to the studio to watch?”

You rolled your eyes. “Sorry Minho, but I’m not into the idea of someone mistaking me to be one of your gawking fangirls.”

His smile dropped. “What’s wrong with that?”

You shook your head, leaning back as you looked at the sky.

He paused for a moment, before nudging you slowly. You looked at him, breath hitching as your eyes met his beautiful, galaxy-filled ones.

“Play something for me.”

“Any particular song you’d like?”

“Nah. Just something you wrote. The first thing that comes to your mind.”

So you played the song you’d been playing when he interrupted you. Minho closed his eyes, letting himself get lost in your music.

“Is this a dream or a nightmare? Can’t bring myself to care.”

You sang softly under your breath, gaze flitting to the boy in front of you from time to time.

You ended the song with slight tears in your eyes.

“Cause I love you...it hurts, but I do.”

You quickly wiped your tears away as Minho’s eyes opened. He looked at you, mouth opening and closing as he tried to think of something to say. His heart was pounding, and he didn’t know why.

All he knew was that you looked ethereal with the moonlight washing over you, eyes shining as your fingers rested over the strings.

Minho felt suffocated. He was outraged at himself, his breath catching as he got up so suddenly that the chair fell over. He didn’t bother to say anything, walking back into the living room and going straight to his bed, locking it as he put his head in his hands.

What was that funny feeling residing in his chest and his stomach? Honestly...it always happened when you sang or played your guitar, but never in this intensity. He didn’t like it. He needed it to stop.

There was heavy knocking on the door. Minho collected himself, peering through his keyhole. You stood there with your hands on your hips, anger evident in your face.

“What the fuck? You’ve been doing this a lot lately. Tell me, what’s wrong?”

Minho breathed in. He told himself it was normal. Everything was normal...nothing had changed. He squashed the feelings deep down in his chest. He reminded himself of his top priority, telling himself that these were all merely side effects caused by the little project you both had going on.

He ignored you, plopping himself down on the bed and trying to block everything out.

•••

The next morning, Minho apologized to you as you served him breakfast, which happened to be pancakes.

“I was just thinking of how I’m still very nervous about the whole Rina situation. I’m terrified. Sorry I took it out on you. We need her to really be convinced...so how about we go on a date tomorrow?”

You were still a little miffed, but you brushed it aside. You were too tired to hold a grudge at this point. “A...date?”

“Yeah. Let’s go to the coffee shop that she’s always visiting. Mera told me that she’s always hanging out with her friends at The Little Leaf after classes. ”

You’d forgotten that Mera and Rina were best friends. You scrunched your face up, nodding. “Alright.”

“We’ll walk there together in the afternoon, and make sure there’s no doubts left in her brain.”

•••

You walked beside Minho. He seemed to be in more of a cheerful mood, swinging your intertwined hands as he hummed.

He looked really good in his camel-brown jacket and white shirt. He’d insisted that the two of you wear matching colours so that you could really drive the point home- which is why you were wearing a cream sweater and a tan pleated skirt, one which was way too short and had to be constantly pulled down.

“You look cute.” He said as the Little Leaf came into view.

You tried not to blush. “You look nice too.”

“Just nice?” He raised an eyebrow and you giggled.

“I mean, hot. Super hot. Rugged and handsome.” You said half-jokingly, watching as he wiggled his eyebrows and laughed.

Through the window, you could see Mera, and two other girls you didn’t know the names of. The fourth girl sitting in the corner was clearly recognizable by her fiery red hair.

Minho breathed in deeply. “You ready?”

“Uh huh.”

“Here we go.”

The door swung open, the little bells on top tinkling. Minho led you to the counter.

“I’ll have an americano, please. The lady will have a strawberry milkshake.” He looked to you with a crooked smile. “Isn’t that right?”

You nodded, smiling. “Oh, a blueberry cheesecake too, please.”

Both of you made your way to an empty table that happened to be right in front of the girls.

Mera was the first to notice, her eyes wide as she saw the two of you sitting down. She nudged Rina, pointing.

You saw this out of the corner of your eye, and you were satisfied. “They’re noticing,” you whispered. “Good.” Minho said.

“So. About yesterday. I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have stormed out on you like that.”

“It’s okay. I just...did I do something wrong?”

Minho shook his head. “No. Not at all. I was just really on edge.”

You nodded.

A waiter came, setting down your drinks and the cheesecake. You noticed that he was someone you’d worked with on a project once.

“Wait...Juyeon?”

Minho looked up, frowning.

Juyeon smiled. “Y/n! It’s nice seeing you here.” He gave Minho a cursory glance, before focusing his attention back on you.

“Likewise! I didn’t know you worked here! I’ll come by more often, then.”

“Do that. I’d even give you free cupcakes.” Juyeon winked at you, before turning to leave. Minho watched him go with an angry expression, before turning back to you.

“Uh, what the fuck?”

You took a sip of your milkshake before cocking your head to the side. “Huh?”

“You were flirting with that guy.”

“I wasn’t!” You said, glaring. “I was being nice. And need I remind you that you have no right to be jealous? We’re not actually dating.”

Minho scoffed. “Jealous? Don’t fucking flatter yourself. I am fully aware that this is all fake, trust me. However, you flirting with the waiter might give people the wrong impression, especially because the whole reason we came here is to convince Rina that we’re dating.” He snorted. “Jealous. That’s rich.”

You pursed your lips, saying nothing. Taking a fork, you took a piece of the cheesecake and shoved it in your mouth.

Minho sighed. “I’m sorry.”

You swallowed. “Minho...sorry doesn’t cut it anymore.” You said sadly.

He stared at you, before shaking his head sadly. Nodding, he took his drink and lifted it to his lips. “This is the most awkward date ever. Rina’s never gonna believe this. Our body language gives it all away.”

You shrugged. “Well, what do you propose?”

Minho paused, before laughing loudly, turning his head slightly to see if the girls noticed. You rolled your eyes.

“What a dork.” You said fondly. He put his hand on top of yours. Rina and Mera were watching, and he needed to give them a show. He took a fork of his own and dug it into the cake, lifting it to your mouth.

“Say aaah, baby.”

You giggled before opening your mouth, letting him feed you. Minho’s smile was intoxicating. You felt the butterflies in your stomach run amok as you stared into his eyes.

Minho felt it too. As he spooned the cake into your mouth, he felt his heart flutter. Babying you was actually quite enjoyable. ‘I should do it more often,’ he thought.

He watched as you munched, your cheeks so full that you looked like a hamster. It was an endearing habit, one that made him want to kiss your face all over.

Wait, what?

Minho slammed the spoon down on the table all of a sudden. You looked up at him, confused. “I need to go.” He stammered, standing up and walking to the door as fast as he could.

You sat in your chair, eyes wide, before looking down. Why was he doing this? You were doing nothing but help him...yet he kept storming out randomly with no explanation, whatsoever.

It took a while for you to realize that someone was standing in front of you. When they cleared their throat, you looked up.

Rina smiled sympathetically.

“He’s a pain, isn’t he? From what I’ve seen, he doesn’t treat you very well.”

The girls standing next to her nodded. Rina stared at her nails. “Don’t you feel tired of being his girlfriend, especially when you know what he’s like?”

You frowned. “What do you mean?”

“You know. He’s just a fuckboy without any substance. Come on...I know you’d like some revenge too. Help us give him what he deserves.”

You chuckle humorlessly. “That’s real funny. Fuck off.”

You got up, brushing your skirt. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go find my boyfriend.”

You pushed past them, running out of the shop and down the street. It took you a while to finally find him. He walked languidly, hands in his pockets.

You ran until you’re standing right in front of him. He stopped in his tracks, raising an eyebrow. “What the fuck do you want?”

You sighed, reaching for his hand. “Minho, you have to tell me why you’re acting like this. Besides...something happened back there that I think you should know-“

Minho shook your hand off roughly. “Y/n. I’ll say this once. Fuck off. Go home.”

You push him angrily. “You dickhead, we live in the same place. And I did nothing to deserve this.” You said, reaching for his hand again.

“Touch me again, and I swear to God...look, I’m not coming home. I might be there by evening. Just give me space.”

You tried not to look hurt. Suddenly, out of the corner of your eye you saw Rina and her friends standing near her car. They’d clearly already seen half of what was going on. Fuck, you had to salvage the situation.

You grabbed Minho’s cheeks and pressed your lips to his hurriedly, electricity jolting through you as you realized what you’d just done.

Minho made a shocked sound. He felt his heart run berserk, unaware that you were feeling the very same thing. You wanted to cry. This was not how you’d imagined your first kiss with Minho would go. It was a rough, insincere kiss, one with no feelings behind it whatsoever...or so you thought.

You opened your eyes slightly and saw that the girls had already left. You let Minho push you away.

He wiped his lips with the back of his hand, looking at you in disgust.

“Why the fuck did you do that? No kisses was a part of the agreement, and there’s no one around.”

You wiped your wet eyes, tears threatening to spill. “Rina was standing there the whole time. She saw our fight. Back in the cafe, she also told me to join forces with her. Just thought you should know that she’s still looking for revenge.”

You turned around, half-running as you got away from him, the tears flowing freely. He watched you leave, his face blank, as he processed the information you’d spewed at him.

You felt your heart harden. You’d been thinking about it for a while...but you were sure of it now. Minho didn’t deserve your love.

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harrysgoldenbum · 5 years ago

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Want You pt. 2

Sorry for the delay, but having you internet crash does that to you. I hope you like pt. 2 ;) The last and final part should be up tomorrow... hopefully! thanks again @andwhenshesays @for-fucks-sake-h and @oh-honey-styles for letting me join the fun!

Catch up: Part 1

--Y/N gives in, but things don’t go as planned--

Word count: 2.6K

Warnings: Smut

Y/N is going to have to get a new vibrator. All week she has imagined Harry pleasuring her. Y/N would make herself cum multiple times and she still was not satisfied. Even temporary. She’s been thing about how Harry’s lips felt against her skin. The words he whispered to her.

She laid there in bed with her hands holding her vibrator between her legs. She imagines Harry’s perfect lips trailing down her neck to her chest. She imagines what it would feel like for him to suck on her hard nipples. She imagines him looking down at her, chest glistening with sweat. She imagines what his cock would look like, and how it would feel as he fucks her to oblivion.

But, she absolutely hates him.

But the pulse of her pussy makes it hard for her to think of anything else. She doesn’t want to fantasize about her best friend’s ex-boyfriend fucking her… or her fucking him. Y/N knows that Harry didn’t cheat on June but that doesn’t mean that he didn’t hurt her. He is everything that she doesn’t like about a guy. He has an ego that’s the size of the universe, and he thinks that all women want him.

She suddenly drags her vibrator down her fold and slides it into her. Y/N shudders and bites her bottom lip. She tries to move past the thoughts that will piss her off, she pulls her device out of her cunt and slides the smooth surface over her clit. She gasps out in pleasure. Once again her vibrator enters her pussy and Y/N imagines it to be Harry’s cock.

“Oh! Fuck!” She calls out. Moving her hands faster and faster. She believes that Harry would only fuck her hard and fast.

Dragging the device over he clit again, Y/N loses all control. She starts to pluck her own nipples and starts to thrust upward, toward her pleasure machine. She wishes Harry was here with her right now. She wishes it was him bringing her closer and closer to her orgasm.

“Fuck! Fuck!” Y/N shouts, she fists her bedsheets, her wetness dripping down onto them. She gets closer and closer to her finish. She can just picture his cocky smirk as her drives into her. Flicking her clit one last time, Y/N cums. Hard.

“OH GOD!!!” she shouts.

She is in a daze for the next few minutes. Y/N takes her time to come back down to earth before she gets up to go to the bathroom to clean herself.

By the time she gets back, her phone has lit up by a text message.

Harry: I guess we both like sleeping with our windows open. You sound so hot fucking yourself. I am rock hard right now.

Y/N freezes, moisture starts to collect between her legs once again. She contemplates on sending him a message telling him to come to her apartment, but she gets another text.

Harry: I bet you were thinking about my dick just now. Tell me Y/N how badly do you want my hard dick?

And just like that, annoyance flares up in Y/N. Consuming any feeling she was having for him in that moment.

Y/N: Do yourself a favor and quit flattering yourself. Your dick has nothing on my vibrator.

She slams her phone down on her dresser and climbs into bed. She tells herself that she hates Harry Styles and hopes for a peaceful rest of the night and sleep. Y/N doesn’t get what she wanted. Harry Styles followed her into her dreams.

~~~~~~~~

“I think the universe is trying to tell us something.”

Y/N spins around in her bar stool and finds Harry Styles standing in front of her dressed in dark jeans and flannel with half the buttons unbuttoned. She bites her lip and takes a deep breath. He looks damn good.

“Is the universe trying to tell me that you are officially stalking me?!”

He leans onto the bar counter and laughs. “Nope,” he says popping the p. “Just another coincidence.” He points to a group of guys that occupy the high tables in the middle of the bar. “It’s one of my mate’s birthday, so we are out celebrating.”

“I’m meeting my sister here for a few drinks and dinner… if she gets here on time.” Y/N tells him with a shrug. Turning away from him, secretly hoping her sister won’t see her with him. She can already hear the questions she would ask.

“Whatever the reason, I am happy to see you” Harry grins.

Y/N feels butterflies erupt in her belly as she looks at Harry from the corner of her eye. It has been a bit over two weeks since their last conversation and she hasn’t heard from him since. Many times, Y/N would type out a message to send him, only for her to delete it. She had even gone as far as considering knocking at his door. She had gotten used to the attention he gave her, and his flirting did help with her ego.

She goes to say something, only to be nearly pushed out of her chair and nearly into Harry. Harry steadies her with his large hands.

“Oh, shit! My bad,” the large man said, even though he was trying to look down her top. “Let me buy you a drink babe,” he offers as he goes to touch Y/N.

Before she can say she not interested, Harry wraps his arm around her should and faces the guy. “Back off man, she’s with me.”

Shocked, Y/N looks at Harry and looks pissed.

“Shit! Okay, okay.” the man turns to leave.

Y/N shakes his arm off her and looks at him. She doesn’t know what to do. So she just sits there and stares at him.

“Another reason not to hate my guts,” Harry starts. “I will fight assholes that bother you.”

Y/N is just about to say thank you, but Harry’s friend comes over and leans heavily on him.

“Are you gonna stand here and talk to this pretty girl all night or are you going to get drunk with us Styles? Because you have fallen behind.”

With a small smile, she tells Harry to go and have fun, just as her sister walks into the bar.

~~~~~~~~

Y/N and her sister are just about done with their dinner when she gets up to use the restroom. In the hallway, she sees Harry coming out of the men’s room. He stops a few feet away from the restroom doors and waits for Y/N to reach him.

“How was dinner?” he asks.

“Alright, same questions and same answers. Tried the steak salad.” Y/N said vaguely, even though throughout dinner, all Y/N could think about was Harry sitting a couple of yards away from her.

“You know I can grill a delicious steak.” Harry steps closer to her, their chests nearly touching each other. Y/N’s breath falters. “If you’d give me a chance… I’ll make it worth your time.”

“Why are you doing this,” she whispers. “What do you want from me?”

Harry’s eyes trail across her face. “You really don’t know, do you?”

Y/N frowns at his question. She starts a different conversation with him. “Okay, look I admit, maybe you aren’t that bad of a guy. But I usually don’t go for the arrogant, overconfident dude who sees himself as a gift for the female race.”

A grin takes over his face and a low chuckle leaves his mouth. He looks so happy, Y/N’s breath catches in her throat.

“You should stop fighting it, love.” He looks pleased with her confession. “I already heard you through the window how bad you want it.”

With a scowl, “You know that isn’t going to help your case.”

Raising his hands up as an act of surrender, “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

With a sigh, Y/N roles her eyes. She looks into his eyes and as cliche, as it sounds, gets lost in them. Both Harry and Y/N don’t know how long they stand there, in each other’s presence. It wasn’t until someone bumped into Harry’s shoulder do they break away from each other.

With a heavy sigh, Y/N breaks their silence, “There’s still June.”

Harry stiffens at the mention of her name.

“Looks, it’s been six months and yeah we didn’t end on the best terms, but I never lied to her. We would have broken up anyway. She wanted to move across and I didn’t. It wouldn’t have worked out.

Y/N takes in every word, it was almost like he was pleading for her to believe him and to give him a shot. Like he was begging her not to hold this against him forever.

Pushing the subject of June out of her mind, Y/N tries to focus on something else. Anything else. “You don’t even know anything about me,” she starts. Trying to come up with reasons why they won’t work as the last stand of defense.

“So give me the chance to, love.”

Just as she is about to respond, Y/N’s sister comes in looking for her. “Oh! There you are! I’ve been waiting for you! I was wondering where you disappeared to! I have to get home Jack has an earache and Danny is hopeless with the baby. Do you need a ride?”

With a glance toward Harry, she tells her sister that she will be right out. As her oblivious sister leaves, she turns back to Harry. “I’ll see you around Harry.”

He leans down and kisses her cheek and steps out of her way.

~~~~~~~~

Y/N wasn’t sure about what was going on. Were they on a date? She looks at Harry from the corner of her eye. He’s sitting on her couch watching a movie. Y/N isn’t even sure what movie is playing, but that’s the only source of lighting in the room.

He had stopped by to drop off more of his baked goods. This time it was red velvet cupcakes with buttercream. (Y/N had texted him to tell him how much she had liked his coffee cake.) And somehow that led to her inviting him in for a movie.

They were sitting close to each other but they were not touching. Harry hadn’t tried to put the moves on her yet. The way he was sitting, it clearly indicated that his focus was solely on the movie.

She let her eyes roam over his side profile. His defined jaw, his straight nose, his tattooed arm, and his plump lips. When she was least expecting it, Harry starts to turn his head toward her. She quickly shifted her eyes to the TV, hoping that he didn’t catch her staring at him.

She knows that she is overdoing the ‘hard to get’ challenge she had set up for him. At this point, she doesn’t care anymore. She knows that he isn’t Prince Charming, nor is he her White Knight. But she wants him. She wants him to fuck her.

Taking a deep breath, she leans forward and places her hand on his forearm. Harry looks at her with confusion. Y/N looks into his eyes before she lowers her gaze to his full lips.

She moves toward him slowly, wanting to pull his lower lip into her mouth. When she is no more than a half an inch away, he turns his head. Completely stopping Y/N.

Shocked, Y/N freezes. Suddenly the humiliation catches up to her, she pulls away and crawls to the farthest end of the sofa.

“Oh my god… oh god!” She mutters running her hands through her hair.

“Y/N,” Harry begins in what sounds like a patronizing voice. She wants her living room floor to swallow her whole.

“Shut up!” she snaps. “Shut the fuck up! Get out Harry! Get out of my house!” She can’t look at him. She wants to erase this moment from her life. “I can’t believe you get me to the point where you’ve got me so worked up and actually want you, and what do you do?! You reject me.”

“Y/N,” he tries again. This time just a little louder. But Y/N still can’t look at him.

“Please leave,” she begs.

Before she knows it, Harry is pulling her leg and she is flat on her back. He settles between her legs.

“Will you listen to me!?” His hands move toward her shorts and he pulls them down her legs.

She gasps in shock. Her heart beating so fast she is worried she might pass out. Y/N is left in her cotton panties and her baggy shirt. Harry pulls his own athletic shorts down and once again places himself between her legs.

“You don’t think I don’t want this?” He growls in her ear, he presses his rock hard cock against her. His heat and the friction caused by his rutting has her crying out in pleasure.

He pushes against her again, Harry feels her wetness seep as it through her underwear. Y/N is overwhelmed by the pleasure he is giving her. The way he moves his hips has her panting in minutes. She circles her legs around the back of his thighs and starts to follow his rhythm. Amplifying the euphoria.

She has never enjoyed dry humping so fucking much.

“Harry!” She cries out when he moves his hand down and into her panties. He finds her clit and starts rubbing in a circular motion.

“I love hearing you say my name,” he pants. He drops his head to her neck and starts to press kisses along it. “Is this what you wanted,” his growls when his pleasure starts to overtake his body. He pinches her nipple through her shirt.

Y/N arches toward him. She feels hollow, empty, like something important is missing. “Oh god!” she moans.

“What,” Harry whispers, “huh? What’s the matter? You want my cock?”

He starts to hump her faster. “Is that what your needy pussy wants?”

Y/N cries out as she cums. Her orgasm washes over her and she watches Harry through her lowered eyelids. He ruts against her once, twice, three times before he cups himself and cums in his had.

He cleans himself up and pulls his shorts back on. Y/N feels like her body is floating like she had no control over it.

Nasty thoughts start to invade her and she does what she can to push them out of her mind.

“Don’t feel like you have to stay until the movies over,” she forces out, “we both got what we wanted.”

Harry’s face crumbles. Hurt, he pulls away and sits up. Not looking in her direction.

“What?!” Y/N snaps defensively. “You didn’t want to kiss me. So I don’t expect you to want to stay and cuddle.”

Harry stands from his seat and starts to walk to the door. Just as he is going to open the door, he turns to face her. “I didn’t kiss you Y/N, because when I kiss you for the first time, I want it to be real. I want you more than an easy fuck.”

The words shock Y/N. She stands and looks at him. Really looks at him.

She took to long to respond, so Harry opens the door and looks at her one more time. “Don’t worry, I won’t get my hopes up on you wanting the same thing from me that I want from you.”

He closes the door softly, leaving Y/N alone in her apartment. With one thought ringing clearly in her mind. Harry Styles was not who she thought he was.

Part 3 Here

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professional-bts-simp · 4 years ago

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Broken

Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Summary: The aftermath of your boyfriend’s betrayal.

Genre: Angst

Warning: Possibly sad

Part 2 of 3

Other parts: part 1

A/N: The angst ending of ‘Saying Goodbye’.

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You didn't know what felt worse, the way Jungkook ripped your heart out or how your best friend wasn't answering his phone. You suppose Jungkook ripping your heart out broke you, but Taehyung not answering finished you off. You thought he'd at least care enough for you after witnessing for himself what your now ex boyfriend said and did.

You couldn't stop the tears rolling or the pathetic, loud wails escaping you every time you took a breath. You leaned against your sofa, moving from kneeling to sitting on the floor. Pulling your knees to your chest you buried your head in them, body shaking with cries. You have no idea how long you sat there, maybe a few minutes, maybe a free hours. You grabbed your phone calling Taehyung one more time, hoping you'd have better luck yet to no avail.

You got up from your sitting spot stumbling a little at the dizziness you felt in your head. Forcing yourself to walk to your bedroom you close the door behind you, walking up to your bed you remove the blanket before getting in, covering your body and crying yourself to sleep.

The next day wasn't any better for you. You tried getting up from bed which proved to be an impossible task, but somehow you formed energy to force your body to get up, walking to the bathroom to do your routine. Walking back to your bed like a zombie you flop down on it, burying your head in the pillows. A ding caught your attention and you took your phone, seeing a text from Tae that filled you with a little bit of hope.

[Tae👌🤤]: Eat

A one word text. You almost scoffed at it, knowing that you both used to send essay long texts to each other, but you were kind of glad he at least sent you something, it felt like he wasn't ignoring you as much as you convinced yourself he was.

Eating turned out to be a complete bust. You weren't even able to finish your sandwich, it making you feel nausea and your stomach to hurt. Leaving the half eaten sandwich on the table you sluggishly walk back to the bedroom, wanting nothing more but to be suffocated among your pillows and blankets falling back into slumber.

Sleeping was another thing that seemed to avoid you, waking up every hour or so, unable to sleep from overthinking and the dreams, or more nightmares, you had. You finally decided to stay up after waking up for the third time, your phone saying it was four in the morning. You tried watching some of your favourite YouTube videos but they did nothing to lift your spirit or your mood, you only watched the screen with a stoic expression.

You put your phone down, getting your earphones and putting on the saddest songs you could find on YouTube, laying on your back staring at the ceiling for a few hours crying and feeling the tears roll down your cheeks to your neck. The sound of your phone going off distracted you from your self deprecating, wincing the moment you heard Jungkook's voice sing, having Euphoria as your ringtone. You pick up your phone seeing Taehyung's name across the screen. You reluctantly answer, heart rate speeding up immediately, hearing Tae's voice at the other end and how it sounded so small and frightened.

"Hey (y/n), how are you?"

You scoff loudly into the phone wiping the tears with the sleeve of the hoodie you've been wearing for the past two days, Jungkook's hoodie might you add. You don't know why there is an awkwardness when he speaks, you usually fell easy into a conversation, feeling comfortable with each other. You suppose dating then getting dumped by one of his members would cause awkwardness between you.

"Not good Taehyung. My whole world is crashing down," you play with the sleeve of the hoodie, nerves high, "could you maybe come over?" You hate how nervous you feel asking Taehyung to come over, but you just couldn't be alone anymore.

He was quiet for several seconds before he spoke again, "I don't think that's a good idea (y/n)." You couldn't describe the wrenching gut feeling you had, but you were sure it wasn't a good one.

"Wh-why not?"

Taehyung took a shaky breath, almost as if he were scared to tell you what's next, "The company doesn't think we should see each other for a while." And suddenly you understood why he was scared to tell you.

A new batch of tears welled up in your eyes, falling faster and faster down your already wet face. You couldn't believe what you were hearing, you lost your boyfriend and now you're going to lose your best friend. This had to be the worst week of your life. Taking a deep breath you steady your phone in your hands, determined not to let Taehyung slip past your fingers like Jungkook did.

"No."

There was a short silence on his end before he spoke again, "What do you mean 'no'? (y/n) this isn't something to debate over."

"I'm not letting you leave me. I can't handle that too." Your voice was a ghost of a whisper but Tae heard it, he heard it loud and clear and hated himself he had to put you through this, alone.

He was quiet once more on the other end and for a second there you thought he might reconsider, might convince the company to at least see you once a week or something, anything. You heard a door open and close and muffled voices on the other end, but then you heard a voice you could distinctly recognise anywhere, "Hyung get off the phone we have practice soon and you know Hobi hyung will kill us if we're late."

Jungkook.

"Who are you talking to anyway?"

"I'm really sorry, cupcake, I hope you can forgive me." Was the last thing Taehyung said to you before he hurriedly ended the call. You threw your phone against the wall, shattering it, how dare he use the nickname you loved more than anything? The old childhood nickname he affectionately gave you was now being run through mud in your mind. You felt angry, you felt sad, but most of all you felt betrayed. You had no one by your side anymore. How were you ever going to get through this?

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Looking down at your phone you laughed at the new message that you got. Damn was he always this funny or did you never noticed it? Picking your coffee from the table you press it against your lips, swallowing the sweet taste of your beverage.

"(y/n)? Is that you?"

You almost choke on your drink at his voice. You look up from your phone, the tall figure standing in front of your table, a cup of what you can presume is a very sweet vanilla latte knowing he almost always got that at cafes. You hadn't seen him in about a year, maybe a few months past a year and he still looked the same. Still devilishly handsome.

"Oh my God, Jungkook hi!" You smile up at him greeting him enthusiastically. Oddly you feel okay seeing him, there's a slight pang in your chest but nothing like it was before. He seemed a little thrown off at your greeting yet you decided to brush it off.

"Um how have you been?" He clears his throat, trying to sound normal and relaxed.

"Oh I've been good, great actually, been working hard and got a promotion at work." You hear your phone ding again and look down quickly, letting out a chuckle at another text. Looking back up at Jungkook you quickly saw a dash of confusion on his face before it was replaced by curiosity.

He looked down at your phone before looking back up to your face, "That's awesome, so um, what are you doing here? I mean at the cafe." He pointed a finger at the ground to indicate what he meant. You laughed slightly at that, Jungkook was always a dork. "I actually have a date today so I went here to wait for him." You nodded a few times, licking your lips then smacking them together.

Jungkook followed your action of head nods, his tongue sticking out against his cheek.

"Also I'm sorry to hear what happened with you and Jisoo." You offered him a comforting smile.

He stiffed a little, but kept his composure. "It's alright, these things happen." He looked down at his cup, far more interested in looking at it than looking at you.

"You have your date here?"

You raised an eyebrow at him, wondering why he would even ask you that, "Ah no, actually we're going to the movies," there was a doorbell chime, "and here he is now." You grabbed your purse from the other chair, waving your date over and standing up with your own cup in hand.

"R-RapMon hyung?"

"Jungkook hello. Didn't expect to see you here." Namjoon glanced from him to you, offering you that dimpled smile that gave you all sorts of butterflies. You linked your arm under his, moving closer into his touch while Jungkook still looked puzzled.

"When did this happen?" He swallowed hard, almost as the words physically hurt him to say.

Namjoon and you chuckled at the shared memory, "Well we met in a cafe much like this, half a year after you two…." Namjoon stopped, knowing it was a sore subject, for both of you probably. You started filling in after him, "And after that we just got to talking and hanging out and we clicked." You look up at the taller man, standing on your toes to kiss his cheek lightly, not noticing how Jungkook's face twisted into one of sorrow and pain.

You both excused yourselves, wanting to get to the theater as fast as possible to get good seats. When you and Namjoon left the cafe, Jungkook still stood there, looking at the glass door with a broken expression on his face and a broken heart. Now he understood how you felt a year ago.

Broken.

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optimistic-dinosaur-nacho · 5 years ago

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Electric Love

(Playing It Cool) Me x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Language Summary: Your fellow writer is not telling this summary. I am. Me. The girl I love works along with my friends and I can’t get her out of my damn head. My friends told so many stories about love and I call bullshit on everything. That weird photo above is my heart. Can be a pain in the ass sometimes but I’ll get to the story of how I met Her.

This is all in his head as he tells you the story.

~~~

I’m hoping this is just my conscience. If not then...

You’re hearing one of the most embarrassing or great things I’ve done that got me to say this. I’m Me. And this is a story when I met Her. This could go back a while because she’s been in my friend group for a while. Talented script writer, she had been writing since she was a kid.

Her first book was a comic book. Never read it but she claimed it was about a soldier on steroids who saves the world from Nazis. I’m certain that’s what she said.

But this is where it takes a turn.

She’s my friend’s sister, Scott.

Hopefully you know the backstory.

Do you? If not let me rephrase it in a small dialogue. The day we met, he left a package and I chased him around. That sound good? Good. Anyway, I don’t feel love like anyone should do.

I’m not even sure I’m capable of it. Those three words, I just repeat the same thing I always say before I get a cupcake to the face.

“I just don’t see myself ever to feel the same way about you.”

Yeah. Messed up in your opinion. You see a girl, she falls in love and then it’s like a truck rams you into a pile of needles. I never get rejected. I’m the one to reject others.

But not her.

“Hey!” I flinched in my chair as she waved her hand, snapping her fingers. “You have to get this script done. You know how Bryan is,” She says. Shit. Got lost in thought about her.

Oh, crap. I forgot to mention her name.

“Hey, Y/N!”

There it is.

Scott comes over and spun the chair around to sit, “So, what’s going on?” He sighs. Y/N looks up to me like I was the one to tell. She was working with me on this like it was some essay for me. But her damn gaze just shuts me up.

“Um... So, the guy character has multiple personalities, he meets the girl character who has multiple personalities and one of his personalities falls in love with one of her personalities,” I said, Scott looks over to Y/N before chuckling softly.

“That sounds pretty good.”

Pretty good?

“It’s terrible,” I say. “It does not sound terrible,” Y/N says. I look over, “But it’s full of cliches. It had a gay best friend personality, it has a bitch girlfriend personality. It has a feisty Hispanic personality,” I rip of my glasses as the two laughed.

God, I loved how I make her smile. “She has a Black detective personality.” Y/N grins up at me, “You also have a scene where the actor runs through an airport,” She adds. I nod, “Yes, I forgot about that.”

Scott raises his brows, amazed, “I love running through the airport scenes.”

“I can’t do this. It’s not a good rom-com. I just want to write something as it is. I don’t want anything that’s comedy or romance. Just you know, play it out.” Y/N and Scott both sat there silently.

Great. I broke both of them.

Y/N looks over to her brother, “If I gave you 20 dollars, could you buy us lattes across the street?” She asked. God, she always knew how to cheer people up with a simple coffee.

Scott nods, “Yeah. Sure.” I looked over my shoulder and spotted my heart chilling in the corner. His lighter flicking in under his thumb as he watched me. I’m starting to think I’m going crazy.

“Hey,” Y/N spoke softly, I turned to look at her, “Let’s go over it. Okay? This is a rom-com correct?” I sighed softly and nodded. She reached across and grabbed my journal.

A journal filled luckily with no personal thoughts. Not a diary. Even if I did have one, it wouldn’t have anything to do with women or her. Maybe. She took a pencil from my book and held it in her hand.

“Have you heard about ‘10 things I hate about you’?” She asked. My brows furrow. Yeah, that Shakespeare movie about a boy who takes on a bet to take a girl out to prom just for someone else to take out the girl’s sister?

“Yeah?”

“Well, in my thoughts. If these characters have multiple personalities there will be some conflict between their personalities,” She spoke. The way she speaks when she tries to collaborate. It’s soothing. Tantalizing.

“It can be similar to Step Brothers-Which is not a rom-com film but it’s something to put down as a thought. Some of these personalities can fight for hours, but it some times...that one personality from each of them, they build some sense and they try to work their ways through love but they know it’s not gonna be easy.”

“So... What’s the ending?” I ask. The pencil reaches up to her lips. Right now? She had to do it now in a library? Her thinking pose has me shifting my seat. She noticed.

Crap.

“I’m sorry,” She pulled the pencil away from her lips, “I’m probably ruining your ideas, I shouldn’t have spoken about it. It’s your thing not mine-”

“No, no,” I cut her off, “It’s fine. I’ll think about it.” Y/N slips the journal back and she grins up at me. “If you need anything else, I’m open for some ideas.” I nod at her, “You might expect calls in the middle of the night, probably.”

She laughs lightly at that. A few seconds later, Scott walks with three cups of coffee. “All right. Here you go,” Scott hands us our drinks, returning him with a thanks.

Y/N reaches for her phone and she gasps slightly. “Shit, I got to go. I have a meet up with a friend, Derek. I’ll see you guys.” I watch her shoot up from her chair and grabbed her bag, rushing out of the library.

I turn to Scott, “Who’s Derek?” Great. That’s one way to sound like a jealous guy. Scott looks over and laughs, “You crushing on my sister?” I shake me head immediately, “No. No, I was just asking ‘cause...” I cut myself off. Why did I?

“Look, I don’t care that you like my sister. But if you’re boning her at this moment, you got to tell me now.” I close my eyes, “I’m not boning your sister, Scott. This is all some... stupid-”

“You’re falling in love with her? Why don’t you tell her? Do you want me to?” Scott asks. I shake my head, “No! Don’t tell her! Don’t tell her anything, I’m not capable of doing that... sort of thing...”

Scott raises a brow, “You mean not capable of accepting your feelings towards her? That’s the problem. If you keep this up, you’re gonna shut her out because of it. You set boundaries and then you start to push them.”

I close my book and slipped it in my bag. “I’m going.” Scott furrows his brows, “What? So, you’re just gonna ignore this whole thing? Not even gonna tell her?”

“I’ll see you at the bar,” Was all I said before leaving him there. Not knowing that my heart in that corner had lit the romance category sign on fire.

Fuck Romance.

“You really fallen for her?” Mallory asks, the boys around smiled. “Well, one day he’s gonna be moving into Scott’s house and he’ll have to listen to them screaming,” Samson says.

I dropped my head on the counter. Fifth drink in hand, I felt a bit tipsy. “I thought Y/N was coming, what going on?” Lyle asks. Scott sighed, “Well, I heard her and Derek were really working on a screenplay at her apartment so we’re going on without her.”

That Derek might get a punch to the face. The thought of her and him in bed. It rotted into my mind and I caved. Lifting up my head, I downed my drink. “Another, please,” I demanded.

After that, I took many more. I was on the edge of throwing up. My friends offered to take me home due to my tipsy stance and slurred words. I just walked away and I had to tell Y/N.

Stumbling up the stairs to her complex, I ended up at the gate. I’ve been to her apartment many times. Not what you think, though. Not yet. I reached for the rocks in the plant box and shouted, “Y/N!”

I then threw the rock. It missed her window but it met it with a loud bang. The lights were on and a shadow appears behind the curtains before Y/N opens her window and spotted me.

God, she was beautiful.

“What are you doing? It’s late?” She asked, I grabbed the bar and leaned in between the two bars. “Where’s that Derek douche? Huh?” Y/N furrows her brows, “What? Are you drunk?” She asked.

Leaning back, holding the bar with one hand, I pointed up at her, “I love you, Y/N.” I swung to the side and slammed into the wall. “Who is that, Y/N? Who are you talking to?” A man asks.

“A friend, he’s drunk and-” I peered up at the man I assumed was Derek and pointed at him. “You! You don’t deserve her! You don’t love her! Sex is better with me!”

“What the hell is he talking about?” Derek asks. Y/N sighs, turning back to me, “It’s not what you think, he’s just-”

“Oh, no!” I cut her off, I began to climb the fence, “I love you! You’re amazing! One of the best people I could ever have,” I belched, “Derek doesn’t deserve you. He doesn’t love you.”

My feet shake and slipped. Y/N gasps as I slam to the ground with a thud. “He’s just a friend! He’s gay, see?” She calls. I stumble onto my feet and panted, “He’s crazy? I’ll beat his ass for whatever he’s done.”

“I’m calling the cops,” Derek says, Y/N grabs his arm, “Don’t. He’s my friend,” She looks down, “I’m coming down! Wait there!” I swiped my hands down my chest as I peered up at Derek.

“Cops... fuck the cops... I...” I felt my head spin and I began to sway. Stumbling at the slightest I felt someone grab my shoulders. My hands instantly grab their forearms and I slowly opened my eyes.

There she stood.

“Hey...” I slurred, she cracks a grin, “Hey.” My hand cups her cheek in an instant, having her to look in my eyes. “I love you... too much...” I slurred. She smiles and placed her hand over mine. “You’re not in the right state,” She says.

I shook my head, “But I’m in the right place... and that’s with you...” Y/N uses her other hand and cups my cheek. This was a sign to give her a kiss. Leaning in, I was intoxicated. Though in my mind, I needed this.

The butterflies were going off in my stomach.

Wait. Shit. Not the right ones. I gagged. Y/N pulls away and takes a step back but her hand goes for my back as I leaned over to the side and got rid of those contents I took down at the bar.

Y/N cringed but she rubbed my back softly. After I finished and spat, she lifts me up gently. “Let me get you cleaned up and you can sleep in my bed.” I didn’t have the chance to say anything, I felt like I couldn’t.

I blew it once I gagged.

Derek was nicely removed from her apartment and she gave me the chance to take a shower. Use a toothbrush under the sink to get the alcohol taste in my mouth that’s been burning inside.

After that, I nodded off.

The next morning, I woke up to the light shining through the window. I noticed the familiar place and realized I was in Y/N’s apartment. I sat up from her bed and stood up.

Walking through her place, I found her in the kitchen. Her head turns to me and she grins, “Morning. I have a pill for you there. I was thinking you should lay off the coffee today so...”

I walked over and reached for the pill and water. “Thank you. And good morning to you.” She looks over and leans on the counter to face me. “You okay?” She asked. I peered up at her, furrowing my brows. For some reason, I just realized how sore my body was.

Oh, yeah. Fell down the fence. “I’m fine... just...” Shit. I zoned out again. Her grin never left her face as she gazed at me. It’s like I lost my hearing to everything around me.

Everything was gone except her. I look over her head to see my heart. Full on suit with a cigarette in his mouth. Smoke emitting from him, he nodded at me. What was he nodding at me for?

Something warm and gentle lands on my side and I look down to see Y/N. Her arm out, touching my waist as she steps closer to me. I felt frozen in time with her. This wasn’t no story or dream I was being told. This was happening.

I placed the glass down and watched her as she raised her other hand to cup my cheek. This is the opportunity. Don’t blow it up with another gag. My hands go to her waist and cheek.

Cupping them gently, her lips part to collide with mine. Fuck, it’s happening. Her lips crash onto mine and I froze. This was something different. It wasn’t wrong. It didn’t feel like the other girls I’ve called and asked for sex.

This gave me the good butterflies. As if we were perfect, our lips just seem to be a perfect fit. It felt so right. I felt love.

The loss of her lips pull away from mine so I opened my eyes. She grinned as she looks up at me. She lightly laughs, “You look sad.” I felt like I needed to hear that again because I didn’t catch it when I got lost in her eyes. But then it came back to me.

“Maybe because you pulled away,” I said.

She laughs, “Well, you almost could’ve thrown up in my face last night if I hadn’t.” I mentally felt embarrassed with that but when she smiled I guess it wasn’t bad. “I’m sorry,” I said.

Y/N shakes her head, “No. I’m glad you came up to say that. But you could’ve said it when you were sober. Would make you less of an idiot,” She says. My eyebrows perk up, “Well, either way I’d make a fool out of myself. I guess I fallen hard for you and got to upset I couldn’t tell you so I did that.”

She smiled, still chest-to-chest with her as she rubbed my side. “I’ve fallen for you, too.” I smiled at her and cupped her cheeks again, pulling her up for a kiss once again.

And that’s how I met the woman. You probably know this story already because...

You were the woman.

~~~

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evolsinner · 3 years ago

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⊱┊15

"think fast, cupcake,” kayrem throws me my phone from his bed.

i catch it in the doorway, smiling brightly, there should be a thousand missed calls from, “what the fuck did you do to my phone?"

"oh, nothing," he grins psychotically. "just a factory reset, new sim, blocked some shit, i blocked the emergency dial pad too. thought it was…i dunno ‘useless’, if you will. you can only call me, father and mother. oh, and it's connected to my phone so i can see whatever you're doing."

i stare at him.

"cool, huh?" he trolls me.

"'cool'?! you made the entire thing ‘useless’!"

"chill out," he rolls his eyes and lifts up the basketball. "still works so it ain't that useless."

"this is so fucked up!!"

"listen, if it makes you feel any better, most of it was father's idea," he spins the basketball around on his index finger. "i told him to at least let you have one good friend to call."

"how thoughtful.”

"whatever, 'least i tried," and aims the basketball to the hoop in the corner. "...fuck," he mutters when he misses.

"wait, you're right, can i? can i at least have someone on here to talk to, other than..well, you guys?"

"goes against father's wishes, sorry," he shrugs.

"please?" i urge, picking up the basketball and tossing it back at him.

"no," he says, catching the ball and going for another aim.

"kayrem, c'mon, pretty please?"

"i said no, okay? now quit bugging me."

"argh!" i groan. "fuck off and go to hell! don't ever talk to me again 'cause i fucking hate you and your stupid as fucking face!"

"you done with your lil tantrum, tough cookie?" he leans up on his elbow.

"arghhh!"

"roséah!" mum shouts from downstairs. "tone it down!"

kayrem chuckles at my expense.

i glower at him.

"now get down here, both of you! dinner's ready!"

just as i turn to leave, kayrem opens his fat mouth again.

"your shorts are riding up by the way. i can see your cheeks. might wanna fix that."

“ARGHHH,” i run and get on top of him. "you're, not, FUNNY."

"shhh, you crazy bitch!" he laughs, shielding himself. "did you not hear what christella just said?"

"you're! the! worst! brother! ev~"

a pair of lips smash onto mine, and at once, i ease down with a moan involuntarily slipping out of my throat. my brother's sinful tongue plays around inside my mouth and i let mine join in with the fun. via the hems of my shorts, he creeps his hands upwards, squeezing my ass cheeks. i grind on his stiffening bulge, and he groans deeply, bucking up his hips in response for more.

"harder, baby," he says between the kiss.

"mmm.." the battered butterflies in my stomach kick up a stampede and i'm becoming wet without my consent. "..kayrem..s..stop," and i try to pull his hands out of my shorts.

he's won again!

"do you? do you really want me to stop?" sarcastic in his tone, he continues to knead my ass and kiss me at the same time.

"..yes.."

"when do you want me to stop?" he stalls.

"n..now."

"sure?"

i can't seem to answer, too lost in his woo.

finally, our swollen lips part away.

"why do you keep doing that?" like using his lips as a weapon.

"'cause," he smirks. "works every time."

a tiny smile forms on my face and kayrem takes a polaroid of it with his eyes. gosh, those glinty orbs are somethin'...shit! oh my god! i'm straddling my brother and the door is wide open!

"something wrong?" he questions like he doesn't see what's wrong with this.

"rosé marie, kayrem lavanda!" dad calls out this time. "i want yous downstairs now!"

'lavanda', kayrem's middle name. it's been a long time hearing it be said aloud. i don't like using it or even thinking about it. as children, we would address each other by our middle names, hence why he still calls me 'marie'. the as long as i'm here, marie, nobody can hurt you.

"dinnertime," i say through my passing wave of depression.

he lifts his body up so that he's leaning on the bed's slat headboard. "baby, you were so wet for me yesterday night..." a whisper echoes through my ear canal. "and even this morning... especially this morning."

the butterflies in my stomach transform into dragonflies, "let me go."

"and why should i do that?" he teases.

"because, you're my brother."

"does that turn you on? the fact that i'm your brother?"

yes, "no.”

"i think you like how my dick is rubbing against your wet pussy lips." he leans into my ear, "i can smell your arousal."

"what the fuck?! you disgust me!"

"maybe that'll teach you to not wear slutty clothes in front of me."

"how is wearing shorts 'slutty'?!"

"after dinner, let me fuck you again, marie.”

“what?”

“you heard me.”

"listen," i say seriously.

"all ears, cupcake."

"stop it and let me go, for real."

"hmmm, first gimme a kiss, then i'll let you go."

"no."

"no?" he raises his eyebrows, entertained.

i raise mine like 'soz not soz' and i get ready to get off him.

"rosééé and remy..." little footsteps run up the staircase. "mummy and daddy said to come down already."

“remy?” i look at kayrem like wtf.

“he likes me better than you,” kayrem smiles.

"ugh, let go, loser! he’s gonna see us!”

"then kiss me," he solidifies, not freaking out at all.

he wants to play smart? alright, fine.

i put my mouth right next to his ear, "how about i suck you off later?" then i give his ear one long seductive lick.

kayrem's undoubtedly taken aback as his grip around me subconsciously loosens and his body reeks of awful lust. awesome. i slide right off him.

"guys," maxi grumbles, reaching the door, "hurry up, daddy is getting angry and mummy sent me up to get yous."

"yeah, we're ready, maxi," i put my arm over his shoulder, "let's go." i look across at, "..remy, just needs a second.”

guess i don't need to know what he'll be thinking about for the entire supper.

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imaginejamesandsirius · 4 years ago

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Hi lol...This was inspired by one of these from a couple of months ago that I just read but sort of turned up to an eleven. A story where James and Remus are being more secretive and like sneaking off just the two of them so Sirius starts thinking they're secretly dating when really Remus is helping James come up with the right way to ask Sirius out? (or something like that) Sirius is hurting but tries to be supportive cause he just wants them to be happy and wants no more secrets

If Sirius was going to use one word to describe his most dominant good quality, he would say it was loyalty. His dominant bad qualities were harder to pin down. Quick to anger and jealousy were certainly up there, and fortunately, the loyalty trumped them out. Mostly. He'd nearly gotten Snape killed by getting too angry too fast, and the loyalty part managed to get him to tell James before he actually died. And right now... he was really hoping the loyalty thin would hold out. Because he was losing his buggering mind right now.

Remus and James were together. And they hadn't told him. They were keeping it a secret, and they didn't want Sirius to know. There were any number of reasons why that could be, but Sirius's leading hypothesis was that they knew he wouldn't react well. And he wasn't. That he was having a bad reaction to this would prove them right, and he needed to fix that. He might be a complete arse, but he wasn't going to ruin this for them. He was in love with James. So what? James fancied Remus, and Remus fancied him back. Sirius wasn't going to bugger up them being happy because he couldn't deal with a little jealousy. He'd be fine-- and he was going to keep telling himself that until it felt true.

"Hey, d'you think we could-" Sirius started to ask, but he stopped when James cut him off.

"Sorry, mate. Me and Remus have to- erm. Study! We need to go study and it's very important, so we'll see you 'round, yeah?" James said, tugging on Remus's sleeve and they beat a hasty exit.

Peter was a little confused, staring after them. "I thought we were studying."

"Don't worry about it, Wormtail," Sirius said, ripping his eyes away from the door and back to his parchment. "When they want to tell us what they're up to, they will."

"Since when are you considerate? Shouldn't we be following them? No secrets between Marauders, mate. We're all in this shite together."

Sirius blew out a breath and had to concentrate to keep where he was instead of running after them. "Yeah, but I think this is a bit more personal than that. Let's give them some space. They'll tell us when they're ready."

"You already know, don't you," Peter accused.

"They didn't tell me, if that's what you're asking."

"So you know what they're doing?"

"I have an idea, and I'm not telling you. Did you finish your Charms essay or what?"

"Sirius knows something's going on," James said, looking behind him in worry.

Remus snorted, completely unsympathetic. "Maybe that's because you said we had to leave to study while we were all doing homework, you pillock."

"Bugger off. We needed an excuse or we were going to be late." They still needed to change clothes and sneak out of the castle so they could make the appointment at the cake shop, and James had sort of lost track of time surreptitiously watching Sirius while writing his essay. It's not his fault his best mate was so gorgeous, okay? He was allowed to get distracted every now and then.

"I think you're getting a little too obsessed with this birthday thing."

"Sirius is only going to have one seventeenth birthday, and it needs to be incredible," James said, swatting Remus upside the head. "With his parents being such shite, he needs to be able to have a good time without focusing on his family not being there for him."

"Okay, but it's Sirius. How much is he really going to give a shit?"

"How dare you, Moony. Sirius loves parties!"

"Yeah, but when has he ever liked celebrating his birthday?"

James swat his head again, glaring. "We're going to make it so kick arse that he has to enjoy it. Now are you going to help or keep talking about how we're wasting time?"

"I'll help," Remus rushed to say, but James wasn't fooled into thinking that Moony was suddenly on board; he was here for the cake.

"Hey James?" Sirius asked, chewing nervously on his bottom lip as he stared unseeing at the fire.

"Yeah?"

"You can tell me anything. You know that right?"

"Course," James said, grinning at him.

"You... like, you don't need to be worried about how I'll react. As long as you're happy, I'm good."

James was too focused on the butterflies fluttering around his stomach to notice Sirius's weird mood. "Thanks. That's- that's great. I knew you were my best mate for a reason."

Sirius glanced over at him, mustering up a smile. "'Course there's a reason. I couldn't get everything in my life from my stunning good looks."

James was getting happier, and Sirius was getting better at forcing himself to be happy for them. Remus seemed pretty much the same as he always was, but Remus was a lot better at hiding emotions than the rest of them combined; it's like he wanted to make everyone think he was at the same level of slightly amused at all times.

He could deal with this. James was so bloody happy; Remus was (probably) just as happy; he needed to accept this once and for all.

His birthday was tomorrow. Sirius had never dreaded a day more. The Marauders all tried to make him enjoy his birthday because they thought it was a really buggering important day or some rot, which meant he was going to have to suffer through a dessert and James giving him a present when all he wanted was to turn into Padfoot and not think for a while.

Maybe that wasn't fair of him. Dessert was always delicious, and it was nice to have a day dedicated to just the four of them instead of worrying about upcoming exams and shite. James always gave him the best presents ever, and it made him all warm and happy to know that James cared enough to pay attention to the little things about him.

It was going to hurt like hell no matter what happened. Either they did the normal shite and he had to try and wriggle a confession out of his friends because all this hiding-in-the-shadows really wasn't necessary, or they went lighter this year and he spent his time dreaming that James would give him a birthday kiss and beating himself up over it.

So yeah. He wasn't looking forward to his birthday.

Sirius did his best to avoid any chance at festivities. Only as much as he thought he could get away with without alerting James, though. If he was too obvious about it, James would double down on trying to make sure he had a good day.

It only bought him a few hours, and James caught up to him in the dormitory a couple hours before lunch. He held up a chocolate cupcake with a single candle in it. The candle was tipped with an unnaturally red fire, clearly magical. James had a wide grin on his face, as he held the cupcake aloft. "I know you wanted some time alone, but c'mon mate, it's time to start celebrating. You have a good time every year."

That was true, but, "Yeah, I'm not erm in the mood to celebrate. Thanks though."

"Just one present? It's from Mum and Dad."

Sirius wanted to say no and go back to moping, but James had this hopeful gleam in his eyes that he couldn't refuse. "Fine."

James put the cupcake on the bedside table and held out a small box to him. "They wanted to give it to you themselves, but I promised I'd take care of it. No point in waiting until break, y'know?"

Sirius took the box and flipped the lid open. A watch. It was gorgeous, all shining gold with two different faces-- one to tell time and one that was currently blank, probably for personal customization. There was a note underneath the metal, the parchment sticking out enough that it couldn't be missed. They'd remembered. Sirius had told them when he was- Merlin, maybe twelve?-- that he wanted his watch to be gold but he knew it would be silver because that's what everyone in the Black family did: black and silver were their colours and they weren't going to stray from that, not for him. But Potter-Mum and Potter-Dad had remembered. He'd told them that he wanted a two-face watch, and that's what they'd gotten for him. Sirius snapped the lid back closed. "Thanks." He leaned over and opened one of the drawers in his bedside table, shoved the box in, and slammed it shut. "I'll make sure to write a thank you note. We done now?"

James didn't answer for a moment, and when he did, his tone was subdued but hopeful. "One more thing? Please?"

"Fine."

James picked up the cupcake and held it in front of Sirius's face with a tentative smile. "Here," he said grabbing one of Sirius's hands and pulling it up until he could put the cupcake in it. James put his own hand under his. "Close your eyes."

Sirius did. It made the warmth of James's hand more obvious, and he hated himself that much more.

"And think of what you want. If there was one thing you could have today, what would it be?" James paused, then said, "You got it?"

He did. His self-disgust was mounting, but he had it. If there was one thing he could have today, it would be a kiss from James. It made him feel small and pathetic, but he wanted it. His normal parents hadn't wanted him the way he was; James didn't want him the way he was. This was a fantasy, and in his fantasy, James didn't just love him, he was in love with him. "Yeah," he whispered.

"Blow."

Sirius did, and the candle went out with a quick spark as he was opening his eyes again.

"Now," James said, still smiling because that's what James did-- he smiled-- "what did you wish for?"

"For you to kiss me."

James put a hand on one side of Sirius's face and leaned in, gently pressing their lips together.

Sirius jerked back, but it was several seconds too late. He'd let James lean in, and he'd let him end it before he reacted. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Kissing you?"

"You're-" Without thinking, Sirius put his hands on James's chest and pushed, getting some distance between them. "You're dating Remus!"

"I'm what?" James asked, looking confused.

"Moony!"

"Yeah, I know who Remus is, thanks. We're not dating, Sirius. Why'd you think that?"

"I- you kept sneaking off!"

James blinked. "And?"

"And keeping secrets! We don't keep secrets from other Marauders. What else was I supposed to think?"

"That we were planning your birthday party?"

"Why wasn't Wormtail invited?"

"Because Peter can't lie to you for shite, and we wanted it to be a surprise. Well, I wanted it to be a surprise."

"Oh," Sirius said faintly, because that did sort of make more sense than what he'd been thinking. He glanced down and realised that he'd smashed the cupcake-- candle and all-- into James's shirt. "Erm. Sorry." He gingerly started to pull his hands back, and the cupcake fell to pieces on the duvet. He wiped his hands on it since a glob of frosting had already landed. "I can't believe you kissed me just because it was my birthday wish."

"That makes it sound like I was coerced. You know- I mean, Sirius, you know how... I feel about you, yeah?"

"I'm your best mate," Sirius said, nodding.

James snorted. "Obviously. But like, best mates don't kiss for fun. That's more of a boyfriend thing. So er. I guess what I'm offering is to do the boyfriend thing. With, er, you."

Sirius looked up at him incredulously. "That is the worst way I have ever been asked out," he declared. Then, because James's shirt was already dirty, he grabbed a fistful and pulled him in for another kiss.

#prongsfoot #marauders #fanfic #sirius black #james potter #peter pettigrew #remus lupin #filled #hogwarts time #getting together #no voldemort au #siriuslystarbucks #isys777

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kind-wolf · 4 years ago

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Happy Birthday

to one of the loveliest people I have the pleasure to call friend!

@angelaiswriting

I wrote you a little story. Although it just recently dawned on me that I f*cked up by showing you the writing from my prime time. In comparison, this seems a bit lame. But I did my best. Hope you can enjoy it at least a little!

"You can not just get her flowers for her birthday, Volodya!" Anatoly insisted.

"She's also getting this." his brother replied, suggestively grabbing between his legs.

Anatoly sighed for what felt like the hundredth time that day. He was no expert in women and relationships either, (he still thinks it was pure luck that brought him and his wife together), but he was certain that giving your girlfriend only flowers and sex on her birthday, was not a good idea. And it certainly was not enough for a woman that puts up with his brother.

And as soon as he voiced that very thought, Vladimir rounded on him, scowl deeply etched into his features. "What do you mean put up with me?"

Toly, long used to his brother's temper only leveled him with a look.

And thus Volodya ended the discussion by huffing and storming into his office.

But in private, Vladimir couldn't help but think about his brother's words. Angela and him were so different, she was sweet and innocent, far too good compared to his calloused hardness, yet she doesn't seem deterred by his gruff behavior. But she is probably expecting more from him in this case. Something nice. Like her.

They had met in the little Russian corner store Ulyana always insisted to go to when he helped her with her groceries. It had been obvious, not only to him but also to the old Lady that this young woman was somewhat lost between all those foreign products. If it had been for Vladimir, he wouldn't have spared her a second glance, but of course, Ulyana insisted he goes and offers some help. And there was a glint in the old woman's eyes, he didn't like. Not one bit.

From that moment on, things escalated quickly. So quickly in fact that he can barely recall how it all happened. But here he was, months later, thinking about whatever birthday present his girlfriend wants. Fuck.

Days. Fucking days, countless packs of cigarettes and a very persistent headache later, he finally figured something out. It was perfect for her.

He would have to suffer though. But what is a little suffering after spending years in that shithole in siberia?

Also, a small part of him felt gleeful over the fact that it wasn't something she could or would want to return, even when she some day inevitably decides to leave him. This will be something from him that stays with her. A constant reminder.

~~~~~~~~~

Working on your own birthday sucked. Not that you had any big plans. It was a weekday and everyone had to work, so you figured you'd have a nice dinner with Vladimir, his brother and your friends on the following weekend.

You perked up a little when you came through the door of Vladimir's (who were you kidding? You basically lived here.) apartment and saw that the lights were on. He was home. Unusually early. Another exception made for you, after already getting up early today to get you fresh & gluten-free cupcakes, coffee and flowers before you had to go to work. You smiled to yourself. The softie.

When you entered the living room where he was sat watching some serial killer documentary with a drink in hand, you immediately spotted something out of the ordinary in the corner. Something big and square that was hidden underneath two blankets.

"Hey Volodya!" you greeted him with a chaste kiss after plopping down besides him. "What's this in the corner?"

He grinned. "Suprise for my birthday girl." When you sat up, clearly intending to have a look, he grabbed you around the waist and pulled you closer to him again. "For later." he amended. And to effectively distract you, his other hand came up to gently grasp your chin and guide you to him.

Kissing Vladimir still gave you butterflies every time. He always saw himself as this rough gangster, but when he kissed you his true self always shone through. It wasn't harsh or demanding. Sure, sometimes it was rough and dominating, but only in those moments. In general, it felt like the perfect mixture of adoration and passion. He rarely says how he feels. In fact, he had only ever said I love you once. But his kisses, they tell you every day.

It took you a second to get your bearings when Vlad pulled back. "Go get changed in something comfortable. We're picking your birthday present."

You were confused. "I'm supposed to pick my own present?"

"Don't start with that look. You'll like it. Promise." Vladimir assured you, giving you a rare genuine smile.

"Fiiiiine."

It wasn't long before Volodya pulled into the parking lot of a building, you had walked by a thousand times but never dared to go inside.

"The dog shelter!?" you exclaimed, voice raising with excitement. "We're getting a dog?l"

"You are getting a dog. You always wanted one, no?"

Instead of using words, you answered him by basically leaping across the seats and smothering him in kisses. "Thankyouthankyouthankyou!"

Vladimir chuckled and carefully pushed you away. "Enough. I thought dog might try to lick my face. Not you."

You wiggled your eyebrows playfully. "I know, you prefer when I lick something else."

"Don't start. Get out. Before I change my mind." Vlad growled, not able to hide his grin at the end.

He was probably bluffing, but still, you wouldn't take the chance and quickly hopped out of the car, almost running to the entrance.

In the last second however, Vlad caught up to you and stopped you by grabbing your wrist. "Before we go inside, you have to promise one thing, Мышка."

He was using his serious gangster tone, as you liked to call it, so you just nodded, waiting for him to go on.

"It will not sleep in bed."

"But if it's..."

"нет!"

"But when you're..."

"Not in bed."

"Alright, alright."

When you two stepped thru the door and up to the counter, the woman behind it greeted you with a friendly smile. "Ah, Mr. Miller, back with your wife now I see!"

You startled, confused not only at the way she greeted Vladimir, but also at the word wife.

Before you could correct her, Vlad gave her his version of a friendly smile. "Yes. She can pick one now."

She directed another smile at you. "Very well. Let me just get my colleague, she'll show you around."

As soon as she was out of earshot, you turned to Vlad, eyes still wide. "Mr. Miller? Wife? What? You've been here before? What?"

Vlad snorted at your obvious confusion. "да. Been here and asked what we need for dog. And to get papers ready. With fake information."

"So that's the box in the living room." you mused out loud. And before your brain could catch up with your mouth, you added: "You shouldn't have made me your wife. I don't even wear a ring."

Vlad gave you one of his calculating looks, where you couldn't tell what was going on in his brain. "So, you don't want to be my wife. I'll remember that."

"Oh. I- I didn't... That's not.. " you stuttered, face heating up immediately. That was really not what you were thinking. It just caught you off guard. Especially since you didn't think he would be the kind of guy that thinks about marriage.

Volodya's quiet chuckle and his hand squeezing yours stopped your brain from going into overdrive. "Мышка, it was joke!"

Thankfully you were saved from further stuttering by the woman returning with her colleague.

Time to pick your new companion!!

~~~~~~~~~~

Vladimir couldn't stop the smile from showing on his face as Angela's eyes lit up at seeing the first dog.

"Look Volodya! He's so fluffy!"

"Awww! Such a cute snout!"

"Those eyes!"

"What tiny paws!"

"See how she's wagging her tail!"

"His fur is sooo smooth!"

"Naww! How gentle he is!"

It went on like this for what felt like forever. And he knew they would spend the whole night here if he doesn't reign her in.

He stepped closer to the bars of the cage she was currently petting a little creme-colored rat-chaser. "You have to pick one Мышка. You know that?"

Her head whipped up and her mouth opened, ready to protest, but it seemed that reality slowly dawned on her.

The light in her eyes dimmed a bit. "I know. But howww?"

He extended his hand for her to take. "Pick one. If you don't like it we bring it back." Vlad offered with a shrug.

Instead of taking his hand Angela smacked his arm. "What? No! Don't be mean."

"Just pick one." he grumbled in return, clearly not seeing an issue with his statement.

She wandered slowly along the cages, Vladimir silently following behind.

"I- I think it's that one. He just looks so sad." Her voice nearly cracked when she crouched down and stuck her hand thru the bars of one cage.

Vladimir, feeling this weird prickling in his chest, crouched down beside her and pulled her against him with an arm around her shoulders. "Won't be sad anymore when he's with you."

A tiny smile from her was all the confirmation he needed. So he pulled her to her feet and gestured to the employee that has been waiting at the end of the corridor.

And since Mr. Miller had been here the day before, only the dog's information needed to be filled into the adoption papers before they could get out of there.

Angela struggled to carry the slightly too-big-to-be-carried-by-her dog, but she insisted on carrying her new baby.

"I really hope the other dogs will get adopted too." She said, while they waited at the counter.

Before he could comment, the employee came back with the papers. She handed Vladimir the dog's ID and told him the adoption fee.

Angela's concerns fresh in mind, Vlad hesitated only a moment before thinking fuck it and pulling a thick wad of cash from his pocket.

As soon as he pushed it over the counter, the woman's eyes went wide. "Sir, that's... that's way too much, we only ask for..."

"Rest is donation." He cut her off, with a tone that made it clear there would be no further talk about it.

"Oh. Ah, thank you then. And I hope you will be happy with the new addition to your family."

Once again a smile plastered on her face, Angela thanked the woman before walking out the door Vladimir was holding open for her.

"That was really sweet Volodya!"

He glared at her, even tho he already knew it didn't have that much effect on her anymore. "Get in car."

Angela giggled, knowing he hated it when she pointed out his soft moments.

It's been a week. A week with that little furry pest.

And while Vladimir usually looked forward to coming home, especially knowing she was there, waiting for him, his excitement was slightly dimmed these days. It wasn't that he doesn't enjoy seeing her so happy. He did. It was just, that dog needed too much attention. He couldn't even sit down and have a drink and just be, after a long day surrounded by idiots, before that little thing was climbing into his lap, trying them like his face, or even worse, chewing on the seam of his pants.

This day when he closed the door of his apartment though, it was eerily quiet. And neither Angela nor the dog came to greet him, despite it being not that late at all. He scowled but resisted the urge to immediately reach for his gun. With slow and silent steps he crept through the hall.

His posture relaxed though, when he stepped into the living room.

There, in between a mess of toys the two were. Curled up and peacefully sleeping on the floor in front of the couch.

Vladimir's little scoff must have finally alerted the dog to his presence because he blinked at him and thumped his little tail against the floor.

"You have to get better at guarding your мама." Vlad mumbled while slowly approaching them and bending down to pick Angela up. She stirred when he pushed his arms under her, so he tried to sooth her. "Shhh Мышка, 's just me. I'm taking you to bed."

Despite his efforts, her eyes slowly blinked open, while he walked to the bedroom. "But I still gotta walk him."

Vladimir tried to keep his face neutral and suppressed a sigh. Still, his voice sounded grumpy, even in his own ears. "I will do it."

"But, you don't want to." Despite her protest, her eyes were already closing again while he placed her onto the bed and put the blanket over her.

"Sleep, Мышка." He insisted, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of her head.

So there he was, walking the dog.

Suffering, just as he predicted.

Was it worth it tho?

да, she was worth it.

#Vladimir Ranskahov #vladimir ranskahov imagine #vladimir ranskahov oneshot #Daredevil #marvel's daredevil #daredevil imagine #daredevil oneshot #birthday fic #angelaiswriting #wolf writes #mcu #mcu imagine #marvel #marvel imagine

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reminiscing-writer · 5 years ago

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Off The Deep End

Warnings: none for this chapter. Starts with fluff, ends with angst. But shits gonna hit the fan lmao

Spencer pulls up the comforters in an attempt to cover his ears from the horrendous alarm that was enveloping his room.

“Make it stop," he grumbled into an empty bed.

"It's been ringing for a little more than an hour now," he heard his favorite voice from the attached bathroom of their bedroom, "it's about time you woke up, don't you think?" She peeked through the doorway, rolling her eyes with a smile at her sleepy husband.

"I have a better idea," Spencer mumbled sleepily.

“Oh?”

"You come into bed with me." He propped himself onto his elbow, barely managing to pry his open. He glanced over to the digital alarm clock on the bedside table which read 6:15 in bright red luminescent lights.

He inhaled a sharp breath slowly sitting up in bed, stretching his arms widely. The covers fell back onto the bed as he stood up and made his way into the bathroom.

"Excuse me," Amelia looked at her husband from the mirror. He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, resting his head on her shoulder. "Occupied." She giggles as he kisses the nape of her neck.

“Can you join me in the shower?” He asked his wife, looking at her big brown eyes through the mirror.

She turned to face him, smiling sweetly, “I'm already dressed, babe.” She puts on her earrings. “Sorry.” She apologized laughing at his disappointed sigh.

“You don't have to be at work ‘til 8. That's enough time for a second shower.” He rests his forehead against hers. He gives her a look up and down, thanking all the Gods he could think of for giving him an eidetic memory.

Her style was modest and girly. Floral prints and pastel colors. Lots of dresses and skirts (which she loved to twirl and spin in).

She quickly gives him a peck on his stubbly cheek, and squirms her way out his arms. “Get ready quickly. Breakfast will be ready in 20, and I would like to eat with you before I leave for the day.”

Pulling the buttons on his cardigan close, he rushed into the kitchen when he heard the bacon sizzle.

“Lia,” he grumbled, quickly stuffing a few raspberries in his mouth before she could stop him, “you spoil me.” He kisses her cheek.

She gives him a toothy, childlike grin.

She loved being appreciated and praised. It made her feel giddy. And, when she felt like that, she gave this adorable smile, which was one of the many things Spencer loved. Her two front teeth, and side canines displayed themself through her smiling lips.

“Should I do the omelette?” Spence offered as he set the table.

“I was thinking of no eggs today.” She answered, pouring pancake batter onto a second pan. When he gave her a questioning look- eggs being her favorite in the mornings- she just shrugged. “The smell has been setting my stomach off for a few days now.”

After he poured the duo Orange juice, the two quickly ate, cleaned, and rushed out the door. Both said their ‘I love you's’ and parted their separate ways.

Amelia, being a preschool teacher, had very simple hours. From 8am, until 2 in the afternoon. After that, she was home, and usually waiting for her husband's arrival.

Spencer didn't have such a predictable schedule. Sometimes he would come home around 5 in the afternoon. Other times, if he had paperwork he wanted to wrap up, he would stay late till nearly midnight. And, of course, if a case came up, he could be gone for days.

But, regardless, whatever his schedule may be for the day, he always, always, made sure Amelia was aware of it.

Today was no different. She got home from work at about half past two. She had a feeling in her stomach. One of much excitement. A part of her wanted to wait for Spencer to come home, but a bigger part wanted to find out before him. That way, she could surprise him if she was right. And, if she wasn't- well, at least, that way, he wouldn't be disappointed also.

She tossed her handbag onto the couch of her apartment, and made a beeline for the bathroom.

After a total of three minutes, she's on the bathroom floor, one hand over her mouth, her other hand holding tightly onto a plastic stick and her eyes flowing with tears.

Happy tears.

She couldn't believe her eyes. There it was. The pregnancy stick she had bought nearly four months ago, finally in her hands reading exactly what she was hoping for.

Two solid lines, screaming, that she was going to be a mother. She wanted to call Spence straight away. She wanted to scream it off the rooftops and to the world. She wanted to call her best friend, and her mother and sister-

But first, she obviously had to tell her husband. But, not like this. She couldn't say news like this over the phone. No, she had to surprise him.

So, that's exactly what she planned on doing. Very quickly, and very happily, she got to baking. And whisking, and piping. Soon enough, she had a dozen cupcakes baked and frosted.

Some pink with blue sprinkles, some blue with pink sprinkles. She had a few topped with candles which she planned to light right before Spence came home.

Which reminded her-

Amelia paused the music which was blasting from her cell phone, and dialed her significant other.

One ring, two ring , three r-

“Hello?” She heard his voice answer.

“Hey,” she smiled widely. “Still at work?”

He hummed, “Yeah, just about wrapped up. I should be home soon.”

Amelia's stomach was storming with butterflies and she was scared, thinking, somehow, that her husband would unveil her secret through the phone. “Hurry,” she bit her bottom lip, “I have a surprise for you.”

“Oh?” She heard his voice perk up, “Is this a family friendly surprise? Or, should I just come straight to the bedroom?” She could hear a smirk playing at his lips.

“Why don't you just hurry home, and you can see for yourself.” Amelia teased.

Amelia must've fallen asleep watching television, because, one moment, she's watching The Real Housewives reruns at 3 something, and the next, she's waking up feeling lost in sleep at almost midnight.

She feels discombobulated for a moment until she realizes she was waiting for her husband before her unplanned nap. Confused, she looks around her quiet, empty- very dark- apartment.

Sitting up on the coach, she grabs her phone and dials Spencer's phone, simultaneously turning on a nearby lamp.

He said he'd be home soon. She thought to herself. She swallowed hard, her sleep making her mouth dry.

No rings. Straight to voicemail.

Yawning, she goes to her contacts, and dials the next best number she can think of.

After two rings, she hears an all too familiar male voice. “Hey, Amelia.”

“Hey, Derek. Sorry for waking you.” She knew she didn't wake him. She could hear the television in the background.

“Nah, mama, it's cool. What, Boy Genius not letting you sleep?” He laughed. Amelia could hear Savannah asking Morgan who's phone call he was on so late at night.

“Um- actually, that's why I called. Boy Genius isn’t home yet.” Amelia stood from the spot she was in for the past few hours, “I spoke with him earlier, and he said he'd be home around 3-ish.” She fiddled with her fingers, and an uneasy feeling in her stomach.

She could feel the confusion on the other line as Morgan quickly made an excuse, “You know, he probably turned his phone off and didn't realize it. That man is basically a caveman when it comes to technology. You know that.” Amelia started pacing her living room floor, “Don't stress, I'll call him and figure out where he is.”

The worried wife bit her inner cheek, “Thanks, Derek. Again, sorry for bothering you and the missus.” She felt guilty.

“Nothing to apologize about, Kid. I'll figure out where Pretty Boy is, and when I do, I'll eat his ear off for you.” He snickered, making Amelia smile. “Get some sleep. He’ll be home soon.”

Amelia wasn't tight-knit with Spencer's team, but she were fairly close. They were his family after all. So, it felt natural having to call Derek Morgan when Spencer hadn't come home yet. He was basically Spence’s big brother.

Saying another round of ‘thank you’s and ‘sorry’s, Amelia hung up the phone. Turning to face her kitchen counters, she saw the cupcakes she had set out in wait for her husband. Pink and blue sweets littered the countertops.

She had an uneasy feeling stirring within her. Nothing like the one she had before taking the pregnancy test. No, that was excitement. This, what she was feeling now, was all dread. With every fiber within her, she felt a strong fear.

And rightfully so.

Spencer was on the nose when he said he was ‘just about wrapped up’. After the call with his wife, he was more excited than usual to get home.

Spence and Amelia had what an outsider would call, puppy love. They were young, and openly affectionate. They were in what seemed to be a never-ending honeymoon phase.

Being together for 5 years, three of those as married, Spencer still looked at Amelia as if she was the reason the sun shone every morning, and she was the one who put the stars in the sky.

This was no ‘puppy love’. This was an ‘old couple sitting on a porch watching the sunset love’.

Spencer quickly packed his satchel, and because he was the last to leave the office, shut off all the lights. Taking the elevator down and quickly jogging to his parked car, he throws his bag in the passenger seat, and just as he's about to get in himself, he hears a voice call for him.

“Um- excuse me?” The curly headed brunette looks up, over his shoulder. He sees a hunched over chubby man, standing at the entrance of the parking lot. The two men lock eyes, and the stranger shows Spence a paper map from the distance. “I was a little lost, and was hoping I could just get some directions.”

The FBI agent licked his lips, and stepped a few feet away from his vehicle. “Where did you need to go?”

The chubby man made a smile which was crooked, “Question seems to be where I am now.” He laughed.

Spencer walked closer to the man who opened up the map. “Well, you're here,” he pointed at a cross section between two streets.

“And, now, where would that leave the Fish Market on Drewry Street?” He asked Spencer.

“Well, on Drewry Street, for starters.” Spence gave half a laugh, locating the street on the map.

As he pointed with his index finger, he looked up and saw the man staring intently at him. A smile took place on his lips, and before Spencer could react, or ask any questions, he felt a blunt force hit the back of his head.

Stumbling back with a grunt, the tall helpful man grabbed the back of his head, feeling warm, what he assumed was blood. “What the- agh! Mmpph!” A hand covered the agent's mouth.

In lighting speed, a windowless van pulls up beside the men. The man behind Spencer pushes him into the back of the new vehicle. The once hunched, and seemingly harmless stranger, now stood taller than Spencer. He shut the door of the van, leaving a half conscious, fully confused Spencer lying in the back. He jumped into the passenger seat of the van, and the car sped off with a screech.

Leaving behind only a skid mark on the road, and Spencer's satchel in the car, the van was long gone before any bystanders could take notice.

#spencer reid #spenced reid imagine #spencer fluff #spencer reid angst #off the deep end #og story

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things i love about you: all your gorgeous colors

a post-little do you know drabble series

She heard the rain first.

The droplets fell against the glass of the window in their bedroom, that serene and calming sound enveloping their space and had Mona sighing contently, body slowly waking up from the haze of sleep.

She felt the warmth next.

It seeped into her skin when she shifted into a more comfortable position, face buried between the shoulder blades of the boy she loved, his hand holding hers over his heart. Niall was fast asleep, snoring softly as his eyes shifted behind his closed eyelids, lost in his dreamland.

They had both been so busy lately that nights when they got to stay in and curl into each other were made all the more special. They were both too tired to do anything beyond shower, eat dinner, and crawl into bed today, with Niall falling asleep first, but not before pulling her close. Mona grinned at him now, pressing a kiss to the hinge of his jaw before settling back into her pillow.

It was late. The clock on the wall of their room told her that it was two in the morning, and yet here she was, wide awake when she should be sleeping. It wasn’t like she was getting a lot of it anyway. Luckily, it was now the weekend and she had no plans except for one: to spend some time with her boyfriend and hopefully not leave their apartment for a while.

After attempting to go back to sleep for twenty more minutes, she realized that it was just not going to happen, so she carefully untangled herself from Niall before slowly swinging her legs over the edge of the bed and slipping her feet into her fluffy slippers. She took care not to jostle him as she got out of bed and walked out of the room in the darkness, heading to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of water.

She was just closing the door to the refrigerator when the calendar caught her attention. Today was their three-year anniversary.

It caught her a bit by surprise, mostly because she couldn’t believe all that time had passed already. As she settled into a chair at their kitchen island, she smiled to herself, feeling a bit sentimental all of a sudden. In the time they had been together, officially, they had graduated college, gotten jobs they were relatively happy with, and moved into their own apartment. It wasn’t always easy and they were by no means perfect, but they worked hard to understand each other, to put each other first. And they were happy.

Suddenly, she found herself rummaging through the cupboards for ingredients and supplies to bake Niall’s favorite red velvet cupcakes. Her fingers pressed the buttons to pre-heat the oven, mind abuzz. She decided she’d surprise him with the cupcakes in the morning, already planning on waking up early to cook up a nice breakfast to celebrate the occasion.

She felt more awake than she had in weeks, quickly whipping up the batter and spooning it into two trays—she may have gotten a bit too excited in her frenzy and accidentally followed the recipe for two dozen cupcakes—before sliding them into the hot oven. As they baked, she got out the cooling racks and put away the ingredients, placing the dirty utensils in the dishwasher as quietly as she could. The last thing she wanted was to accidentally wake up Niall.

It wasn’t long until the cupcakes were done. As she pulled them out of the oven, a divine smell filled the kitchen. Mona smiled to herself as she admired her handiwork. She let them rest for a bit in the trays as she continued to clean up the kitchen, even tip-toeing back to the room to make sure Niall was still asleep, before returning to start placing cupcakes onto the cooling rack.

Her veins were buzzing with excitement. She couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when she surprised him with breakfast and cupcakes in the morning. It wasn’t often they got to spoil each other with sweet gestures and gifts with life sweeping them up into busy days. But when they did get to do something, it was made all the more special.

She was just placing the last cupcake onto the cooling rack, thoughts running wild with what kind of frosting she should make, when strong arms were wrapping around her waist, a warmth different from the one emanating from the still hot oven now surrounding her. She jumped a bit, huffing to herself because of course he would wake up and ruin her surprise plans. He was possibly the lightest sleeper she knew.

“What’re you up to?” he asked her, sleep muddled between the syllables, something she found endlessly adorable, annoyance at now having to switch gears immediately disappearing. His lips found the expanse of skin between her shoulder blades as he pressed a lingering kiss there. “It’s three in the morning.”

She shrugged, his stubble brushing against the skin at the back of her neck as she did so. “Couldn’t sleep.”

He peeked his head over her shoulder and smiled against her skin, chuckling softly at the sight the sweet treats on the countertop in front of her. “So you made cupcakes?”

She sighed pitifully, frowning to herself before turning around and giving him her puppy eyes. She wasn’t sure that they ever worked in her favor, but they always made Niall smile in amusement. “Well, they were supposed to be a surprise.” He sent her a puzzled sort of look and she realized that she could still sort of salvage her plans, so she turned around to grab one of their nice plates from the cupboard, placing a cupcake with a candle on it. She rummaged in the drawer for a lighter before turning back around to present the plate to him. “Happy anniversary!” she exclaimed, lighting the candle.

The flame cast a golden glow across his still sleepy face, throwing enough light for her to watch realization dawn, that beautiful sunshine smile growing along his features. “Oh, darlin’,” he chuckled, placing a hand under hers holding the plate, and that laugh alone wiped away any disappointment that this was not exactly the scenario she envisioned and the cupcake was not frosted. “Happy anniversary, my love.”

They blew out the candle together, Niall crowding into her space to press a kiss to her nose. They broke off pieces of the cupcake to feed each other, not before Niall murmured “You’re so freakin’ cute,” and Mona was glad that it at least tasted good.

“Have any plans for the morning?” she asked, as they finished off the cupcake. She gave him the last piece and he grinned at her.

“No.” He slid his arms around her waist, holding her close. “What do you want to do?”

She smiled, relishing in his warmth. “Just wanna spend time with you. We can probably just hang out on the couch and watch a movie.” Now that she didn’t have to surprise him anymore, the idea of sleeping in and cuddling the day away seemed like a damn great idea. “Oh! We can make dinner together and—”

“I love you so damn much,” he breathed into her lips, cutting her off midsentence with a slow, languid kiss that had her bones feeling like jelly when he pulled away. “Have I said that lately?” Warm fingertips brushed loose strands of hair away from her forehead, tucking them gently behind her ear, his other hand resting comfortably against the small of her back, holding her close. Those bright blue eyes were glowing, his gaze electric, and her stomach buzzed with butterflies.

She realized belatedly that he asked her a question. “I—” she tried, but she couldn’t focus on anything but the feeling she got when he said I love you so damn much. He could say that a million times and it would always feel like the first.

He sighed at her lack of an answer, both of his hands now coming up to caress her face so gently, so tenderly, that she felt like her heart would explode, and all she really wanted to do was ask him to kiss her again. It turned out that she didn’t have to, because he leaned in again, pressing feather light kisses onto her lips that, while nice, weren’t nearly as satisfying as the one before, leaving her wanting more more more. “I’m sorry if I didn’t,” he murmured into her skin as his lips trailed down her jawline to that sweet spot above the pulse point on her neck and then back up again. “But I love you so much. I wanna spend forever with you.”

He started with the soft kisses again, dodging her efforts to get him to kiss her properly. Mona huffed to herself when he pulled away and started walking backwards towards the stool near the kitchen island. But when she got a good look at his face, as good as the dim lighting conditions in the kitchen allowed, she couldn’t even be annoyed at him. Not when he was smiling at her like that, all sweet and fond. Not when he was looking at her like she hung the moon in the sky.

God, those eyes. All these years later and they’re still her weakness.

“Really?” was what she managed to say, feet carrying her close to him again, her skin craving his touch despite having it only a few short moments before. “Forever is a long time.”

Her arms found their way over his shoulders, his hands resting comfortably against her hips as she slotted herself between his knees, and all she wanted was to stay wrapped up in him like this until the sun rose. “I don’t care,” he murmured, eyes still twinkling. Her sunshine boy, she thought gleefully, was so soft and gentle and kind and honest and loyal and the actual love of her life. His aura was bright yellow and all-encompassing. Her love for him could stretch to the edges of the universe, and then some. “Forever is worth it if I’m with you.”

Mona’s cheeks flushed with what must have been the deepest red. She wondered distantly if her blush was visible in the semi-darkness of the kitchen, wondered how on earth Niall could make her feel like luckiest girl in the world while simultaneously feeling like she could melt in his gaze, even after all these years. She couldn’t wait any longer, pressing her lips to his and kissing him properly and passionately and with that whole universe of love she had for him. Niall smiled into her mouth and she felt filled with all of his sunshine and brightness.

Their love was soft and magical, like flowers and trees blooming in the springtime. Strong roots settling into the ground and growing strong and tall over time, all bright, pastel colors that epitomized comfort and home. But times like this, when they held onto each other so tightly and kissed each other so fervently, it felt red hot and explosive, like fireworks bursting in the sky on a sweltering summer day. And Mona loved all of it. Because either way, Niall was all hers and she was all his and nothing could change that.

They decided to leave the cupcakes out to cool, covered with a tea towel and a promise to frost them tomorrow. The ended up back in bed, the sky outside their window still relatively dark but lightening ever so slightly with the onset of morning. The rain had let up some, but there was still a soft drizzle against the glass, the wind occasionally knocking something over outside. Mona pressed her face into Niall’s chest, her ear just over his heart so she could listen to the soft thump, thump, thump it made as his breathing slowed into sleep.

But he was still wide awake, one hand skimming up one of her arms and the other running down her spine. He held her close, all soft touches and feather light kisses, and just like that they were back to pastels. Contented. Relaxed. Happy.

Mona pressed a kiss to his chest since it was clear he wasn’t going to fall asleep soon, making her way up his sternum and the broad column of his neck and the small dip in his chin and finally to his lips. “I love you,” she whispered into his skin in the darkness, because she could, because she couldn’t help herself. She was so filled with love that it brimmed to the top and spilled over.

He laughed, turning them over so he was on top and nestled between her legs, kissing her until they had no choice but to come up for air, giggling breathlessly into each other. Niall pulled back slightly, watching her so fondly as he brushed her hair out of her face, eyes glinting in the darkness. “Hey, darlin’?”

“Hmm?” she hummed, unable to stop smiling long enough to form words, too engrossed in tracing over his eyebrow and down his cheek with a finger.

He bit his lip slightly, grinning down at her, cheeks suddenly filling with warmth and suffusing with the lightest of pinks, visible even with the low light filtering through the window. When he spoke again, his voice was soft and reverent. “If I asked you to marry me, would you?”

The question stunned her for a moment, but then her smile grew tenfold until a laugh was bubbling out of her. “Depends,” she joked, raising a brow, and Niall laughed too because obviously he already knew her answer. “You can’t ask me in front of Harlow or the guys because they’d all go crazy and we’d never be able to handle them.”

He hummed in agreement, leaning down to kiss her again. “That’s true,” he got out through his chuckles. Mona loved the way that laugh sounded, all hushed yet so so bright, reserved only for her. Then, his voice went back to being all sweet and quiet. “Well, if I asked you and we weren’t in the presence of our crazy friends, what would you say?”

Her mind filled with visions of picking a dress and asking Harlow to be a bridesmaid and seeing Niall all dressed up as a groom, surrounded by the people they cared about as they pledged to love each other for the rest of their lives. She hadn’t really thought about it but there was no doubt in her mind that it was all she wanted. Her sunshine boy, all hers, only hers. She didn’t realize that she’d closed her eyes, but when she opened them, he was looking at her in a way she thought only happened in books or movies, those blue eyes filled with all the stars in the galaxy and all the love in his heart.

He knew what she was going to say but still wanted to hear it. So she caressed his face in her hands, smiling up at him. “I’d say that I can’t wait to spend forever with you.”

She felt the warmth that filled his skin on her fingers again. “Yeah?”

At that, she laughed, pulling him down so she could kiss him again and again and again. “Yes. A million times, yes.”

He had to tuck his blushing face into the curve of her neck, rolling them onto their sides and settling in comfortably. “Then I can’t wait to ask.”

Her fingers traced abstract shapes against his back, legs curling into his. She couldn’t wait for him to ask either.

But for now, they fell asleep in a heap of tangled limbs and a promise for the future. Whenever that change decided to roll around, it would.

For now, they were happy. Endlessly, completely happy.

a/n: this drabble series is meant to be a glimpse into moniall’s life post ldyk because i miss them. it has no plot or direction, just little snippets that will be posted whenever i’m inspired. any ideas are welcome in my inbox ;)

#the way i just lost four hours of my life all because niall said 'i promise i'll love you for the rest of my life'#love the fact that it's 2020 and i can't get moniall out of my head #anyway #enjoy!#things i love about you #writings

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