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pies-writes-and-more · 4 years ago

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covered in bruises

word count: 2,611

pairing: tsukishima kei x fem!reader

warnings: brief mentions of blood, nosebleeds, bruises, and scuffs/cuts, also a bitchy ex-boyfriend who sucks and shares some private pics. also some swearing cause it’s me (but i promise it’s fluffy!!!)

a/n: i genuinely have no clue where this idea came from but I’m a sucker for partners taking care of each other after a fight or something so tadah. thank you to @satan-ruler-of-hells for helping me with the ending and @thisnoodlewritesao3 for helping me with the title! i hope you guys enjoy!

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A few years ago, if you had told Y/N Y/L/N that she would be answering a phone call in the dead of night from Yamaguchi, she probably would’ve guessed that the two of them had forgotten about some project they were supposed to complete and the pair would’ve spent all night working on it while Tsukishima slept peacefully knowing he had finished it.

What Y/N never guessed on happening was Tsukishima stumbling through her front door, only barely being held up by Yamaguchi, the blond’s face covered in scuff marks and blood dripping from his nose and lips.

“What the hell happened?” Y/N gaped, immediately rushing to Tsukishima’s other side and helping him into the kitchen.

“Don’t even get me started,” Yamaguchi grumbled, muttering something about keeping your mouth shut and never would’ve gotten into this mess.

“Stop grumbling. I’m fine. You’re fine. Everyone’s fine,” Tsukishima huffed, pushing the two of them off but swaying a little.

“Tsukishima Kei, what the hell happened to you? You look like you got into a fight!” Y/N stared at him for a moment, watching as his gaze flickered away from hers. She glanced at Yamaguchi, as if hoping that would bring some answers, but he just glared at Tsukishima as well. “I’ll get the first aid kit,” she said after a beat of silence, walking to the other room.

There was a flurry of hushed whispers as she left, Yamaguchi insisting to Tsukishima that he needed to tell her what was going and Tsukishima being blatantly stupid and insisting that there was in fact, nothing going on.

By the time that Y/N returned, hands filled with some spare tissues and bandages, sprays and cotton balls, Yamaguchi had thrown up his hands in the air in exasperation, “I give up. I brought him this far. He’s your problem now,” he groaned, shaking his head towards Y/N. “I’m sorry for dumping him on you, but maybe you can talk some sense into him.”

Y/N and Tsukishima watched as Yamaguchi stormed off, leaving both of them in an awkward silence.

“Are you going to stand there or are you going to help me?” Tsukishima grumbled after a bit, sitting down on a nearby dining chair.

Y/N raised an eyebrow at him, part of her wanting to smack him in the head but thinking better of it considering his injuries. “Here, hold this to your nose,” she insisted, handing him the tissues as she glanced over his body. From what she could see, the most damage was on his face but if he could keep his nosebleed in order, she could tend to the scrapes and cuts that were starting to bleed on his knuckles.

Pulling up a chair next to him, Y/N sprayed some hydrogen peroxide onto his knuckles. Tsukishima inhaled sharply, pulling away from her grip as he winced, “What the hell is that?” He glared at her, trying not to make it obvious just how much that fucking hurt.

“Give me your fucking hands, Kei,” Y/N demanded, holding her hands out with another vicious look. “You gotta spray them before they get all infected.”

The boy hesitated before slowly letting her hands take his, bracing himself this time as she dabbed away the blood and finally wrapped it up in some medical bandages. “I’ll get you something cold for your nose, hang on,” she mumbled, shuffling to the freezer and digging through to find something helpful.

Tsukishima shifted awkwardly, trying to glance around at anything else so he didn’t have to sit in the silence. “Are you not going to ask?” He muttered out finally, avoiding her eyes as he checked to see how much his nose was still bleeding.

“How about I assume it was something stupid?” she quipped, bringing over a cold ice pack. “Here, I use this sometimes when my muscles hurt after swimming practice.”

He nodded slowly, placing it over his nose in hopes of bringing down any swelling. Now that he was sitting here and his adrenaline was going down, everything was starting to ache a lot more.

“It wasn’t stupid,” Tsukishima murmured, glancing at her for a moment.

Y/N laughed a bit, shaking her head, “Sure it wasn’t.”

Tsukishima frowned tightly, watching her as she cleaned him up. Her fingers delicately working along his skin, checking for any other cuts or scrapes along his arm. “Why would it be something stupid?”

“Because, the Tsukishima Kei that I grew up with only fought with snarky comebacks and sneers,” Y/N laughed a bit at the memories, glancing up at him and brushing her fingers along the cut on his eyebrow.

“Wouldn’t that mean that if I had to punch someone, it would be something serious?”

The girl couldn’t contain her laughter anymore, thinking about this string bean of a boy throwing hands, “You punched someone? It kinda just looks like you got used as a punching bag.”

“Hey, it was 3 to 1. And I left some pretty good cuts on them too, thank you very much,” Tsukishima groaned a bit as Y/N dabbed a bit of the peroxide on his eyebrow, swatting at her hand, “Okay okay. I think it’s clean now!”

“So if one of these gets infected, will you be bitching like a little baby then too?” She shot back, smacking his hand away from hers. “How’s your nose?”

Tsukishima pulled the tissues and cold pack away from his face, letting Y/N examine him, “Well, I don’t think it’s broken so you’ll probably be fine. Just don’t take a volleyball to the face anytime soon.”

He just rolled his eyes as she went to start a kettle, insisting that tea was good for healing.

“If I asked what it was about would you be honest?” Y/N questioned as she brought over two cups of tea.

“Would you believe me if I said they had just such punchable faces?”

“No.”

“Then no.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, kicking at his shin from under the table and making him whine a bit more, “Hey! I’m bruised all over the place!”

“Tell me what happened! Yamaguchi thought I should know so why shouldn’t I know?”

Tsukishima just looked away, fingers drumming along the mug that was warming his hands. “Just... some dude doing some dumb shit. Saying stupid things about...”

“About?”

“About you.”

Y/N stared at him for what felt like an eternity. Tsukishima wasn’t exactly the number one best example of a friend. And it wasn’t like there weren’t people before who didn’t like her. There were bound to be people saying shit.

“What did they say? Do I know them?” She asked finally, thinking back about the list of people she had in her head who definitely didn’t like her.

“It doesn’t matter, they were just being idiots,” Tsukishima tried to insist, sipping at his tea. “I was just annoyed and so I called them out for it. And the one guy took a swing at me. Then we just... did what guys do, I dunno.”

“Is Yamaguchi okay?” Y/N’s eyes widened, looking at her front doors as if the boy would magically still be there. “Did he get hurt?”

“No way. If anything, Yamaguchi probably broke the one guy’s nose,” Tsukishima snickered, thinking back to the moment where one of the dudes crumpled up in pain after Yams smacked him around.

Y/N nodded slowly, reminding herself to text the boy later and make sure he was alright. “You’re really not gonna tell me what they said?”

Tsukishima stretched his legs out slightly, getting more comfortable in the seat and avoided her eyes some more, as if pretending she hadn’t said anything. But the awkwardness exuding from him was very evident. “He just... said something about you being average... but still kept showing off these stupid pictures,” he finally muttered out, ears going red.

Y/N felt her heart drop a little. She didn’t need to hear anything more than pictures to know that her fucking ex-boyfriend was the one who was causing all this trouble. She had so many regrets about that relationship, and one of them was the photos that she had sent.

“I deleted them,” Tsukishima commented after glancing at her expression. “When I knocked him down I grabbed his phone and deleted them. I dunno if he has other copies somewhere but...”

Y/N practically threw herself across the table, wrapping the string bean boy into a hug. There was such a relief off of her shoulders, just knowing that Tsukishima had tried to get rid of them.

He grunted in response, pulling her closer into a hug but also shifting her weight around so it wasn’t on his side (which hurt like a bitch). “Stop doing stupid things for boys who are too dumb to realize what they have,” he commented, flicking her head.

She gave a little laugh, hugging him tighter for a moment before pulling away, “Yea yea... Does that mean I should stop taking care of you all the time?”

Tsukishima’s lips made a few protesting sounds, huffing before finally standing up and stretching. “I should get going. I don’t want you to stay up too late or you’ll be yawning all day tomorrow in math.”

Y/N smacked his arm a little making him wince a bit, which just made her laugh, “Go on then. Try to take a shower and ice your bruises. And next time you beat up my ex-boyfriend, call me so I can take a swing at him too.”

Tsukishima smirked and nodded, heading to the front door and slipping his shoes on.

“Hey Tsukishima?”

He glanced back at her, surprised to find the nervous look on her face. She shifted on her feet for a moment before reaching up and pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek, “I mean it. Thank you.”

Tsukishima burst into a fit of stammers, insisting that it wasn’t that big of a deal and she shouldn’t make it into one, but his cheeks were glowing red while he waved it away.

The next day at school, Y/N couldn’t help but smirk when her eyes landed on her black-eyed and scuffed up ex-boyfriend. For a string bean, apparently Tsukishima was pretty good at landing punches. Maybe it was the snarky expression on her face, or maybe it was just because she had walked by, but before Y/N could rush past him, her ex-boyfriend stepped in front of her, glowering down at her.

“Get out of my way, asshole,” Y/N huffed, stepping back slightly.

“You know, I always knew there was something going on with you and Four Eyes,” her ex told her in a low voice, arms crossed in front of his chest. “I should’ve known you were cheating on me.”

“Right, I cheated on you and then broke up with you for cheating on me,” Y/N raised an eyebrow up at him. “Get lost, idiot. I don’t have time for you.”

“You’re saying you weren’t seeing him behind my back? That it’s not suspicious that you two immediately started going out after we broke up?” His voice was raising, causing all the students nearby to glance in their direction, whispers filling the space around them.

“We aren’t going out,” Tsukishima’s voice thudded into the air, his heavy arm flopping onto Y/N’s shoulders. He patted her head gently as he gave her a simple smile before turning his glare onto the dude in front of him. “I didn’t ask her out when you two broke up. But if she’ll have me, I can do it here and now in front of you?”

The offer stunned everyone around them, even the whispering bunches of teens who had come around to see if these two bruised and beaten up boys would end up fighting again. Y/N looked up at Tsukishima with wide eyes, heart palpitating against her chest.

“I knew you liked her,” her ex scoffed. “Too bad she’s too good for you.”

“Well if she settled for the likes of you, I must have a pretty decent shot. I might not be the best boyfriend material, but at least I know not to talk shit about a girl like Y/N,” Tsukishima snapped back. His eyes finally met Y/N’s and she had to wonder for a moment if he was being serious or just saying this to show up the asshole in front of them.

“There’s no way she would go out with you-” the asshole glared at the two of them.

“Yes,” Y/N breathed out softly, both Asshole and Tsukishima’s eyes falling on her. “Ask me.”

Tsukshima’s usually scowling lips turned into a smile, patting her head and ruffling up her hair slightly, “Go out with me.”

Y/N nodded with a smile, still searching his eyes for any sign that this was a genuine interaction.

“Finally,” Yamaguchi huffed from behind the two of them, grinning widely as they all turned to look at him. “The two of you look good together. Now hurry up, we’re going to be late to class.”

Tsukishima grabbed Y/N’s hand before she or her ex could say anything, pulling her ahead as they followed Yams to class.

“W-Wait, Tsukishima,” Y/N stopped in her tracks as they got outside of the classroom, Yams already heading in.

“What?”

Y/N watched him carefully, still unsure of his intentions. “Thank you, for helping me out back there but...”

Tsukishima’s eyes darkened for a moment, like he was coming to some sort of realization, “If it was just a ploy to you, it’s fine. We can just say it was to get him off your back, that’s fine.”

She grabbed his arm as he started to move away, frowning as she looked up at him, “N-No, that’s... I just wanted to know if you... if you meant it.”

As his eyes met hers again, he tilted his head slightly, “Meant what?”

Y/N sighed, knowing they were going to end up going back and forth on this topic if she wasn’t straight up wit him. “Did... Did you really want to ask me out?”

He gave a smirk and Y/N’s heart started to fall - so it had been a joke this whole time then. “Obviously I wanted to ask you out. I’ve been wanting to for weeks now. Did you think I would just ask you out for no reason?”

Y/N wanted to point out that he could have just asked her out to humiliate her ex but seemed to catch onto this and just laughed. “If you think I’d actually fight a guy for just anyone, you’re stupider than I thought.”

She pouted in return, hitting his chest in defiance, “Hey!”

Tsukishima laughed and flicked her forehead, smirking down at her, “Go out with me. Seriously this time.”

Y/N glared playfully at him, pushing at his chest a little, “Fine. But you’ve got to be a bit nicer to me.”

“I took punches to the face for you, how much nicer can I get?” Tsukishima scoffed but bent down and kissed her nose gently. “Now hurry up, we’re late now, idiot.”

Y/N couldn’t help but feel like everyone was watching them as Tsukishima interlaced their fingers together and pulled her into class, dropping her off at her seat and giving her a cheeky wink, before taking his next to Yamaguchi.

She glanced at him every few seconds in class, pinching herself each time he would catch her eye and give her a small smile, wondering if her dreams had really come true. Had the guy she had fallen head over heels for really just asked her out?

Yes. And surprisingly, it was all thanks to her piece of shit ex boyfriend and a bloody nose.

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fantastic-bby · 4 years ago

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Pairing: Reader x Jinyoung (ft Mark)

Word count: 1.7k

Genre: Fluff | Comedy | Best Friend!Jinyoung

Summary: After a massive break up, Jinyoung thinks that the medicine you need might just be revenge.

Prompt: “I didn’t get soaked wet through walking to your house for you to say no to pizza. I have beer too. I know you’re sad, so let me in.”

Warnings: Mentions of cheating | Mild vandalism (?)

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[23:51]

You should’ve known. The moment you saw your partner—now ex—gawking over the person you both saw at the gym was a dead giveaway and you hate yourself for not realising it sooner. Or maybe you hate yourself more for putting so much trust in him. There was always something that your ex did that made you doubt your entire relationship and it makes you wonder why you didn’t see all the red flags until you saw the two in his bed.

Your first thought was to rant about it to someone, but who were you supposed to tell? You can’t tell your siblings, they’d be on your ex’s ass in seconds. You also didn’t feel close enough with the friends you made at work, which left you alone and yearning for someone to comfort you. It was only when you heard the doorbell to your house ringing that you realised there was one person you could rely on—the person that you actually didn’t want to tell.

Your phone lights up beside you and you wipe your tears with the blanket in your lap to see the screen clearer.

Jinyoung: I know you’re home, loser [23:51]

You feel the tears building up in your eyes once again. Why did Jinyoung choose to come over now? Out of all days and all the time he had before, why did he choose to come when you felt like you were at your lowest?

Jinyoung: (Y/n)? I can see your living room lights Open the door I have pizza [23:54]

You see, Jinyoung was someone you met mutually through a friend at work—his name’s Mark—and you clicked pretty well with him. The only problem was that Jinyoung always seemed to catch you at the worst times, which made you feel bad because he always shows up whenever you’re having a breakdown or plotting some form of revenge on your coworker who decided to take your lunch from the pantry. Thunder claps and lightning flashes from outside the window to your bedroom and only then do you realise that it’s storming. Which means that Jinyoung’s standing at your doorstep in the pouring rain.

Jinyoung: I didn’t get soaking wet walking through the rain to your house just for you to say no to pizza. I have beer too [23:59]

You stare at his messages, debating whether you actually wanted him to see you like this. He doesn’t even know whether or not you’re crying.

Jinyoung: I know you’re sad Let me in [00:04]

Oh.

You force yourself out of bed and down the stairs of your home to open the front door. Jinyoung stands at your doorstep, water dripping from the strands of his wet hair and sliding down his face. In his hands are a large pizza box and a plastic bag filled with bottles of beer.

“How did you know?” you ask softly as you move aside to let him into your house. He rubs his feet against the plush carpet right in front of your door, trying to get his feet as dry as possible before making his way into your kitchen. Jinyoung’s hand gestures for you to sit on one of the barstools at your kitchen island while he pulls his wet coat off of his shoulders and balls it up before leaving it on your counter; making a mental note to clean that up later.

“I always do,” Jinyoung mutters as he opens the pizza box. He’s thankful that he somehow managed to keep the pizza dry or else he would’ve had to be faced with both your tears and rain pizza. You’re silent as he pushes the box towards you before pulling out two bottles of beer from the orange plastic bag that’s now perched on your countertop. You give him a weird look that makes him sigh, “Mark hyung told me.”

“And how did Mark figure it out? I didn’t tell anyone.” You pull one of the slices out of the box and take a bite out of it. It isn’t as hot as you’d prefer your pizza to be, but you can’t expect Jinyoung to have fresh-out-of-the-oven pizza when you left him standing outside in the rain for more than ten minutes.

“Mark hyung introduced you to the cock head. Of course he’d know,” he says as he pops open both bottles of beer, sliding on towards you. “What happened?”

“What do you want to know?” you look away from the slice and let your eyes meet Jinyoung’s. His face and body language never seemed to show that much emotion, but his brown eyes always held every single word that he wanted to say.

Jinyoung’s shoulders raise into a shrug, “whatever you want to tell me.” You hesitate with pizza in your mouth, chewing slowly before you sigh and tell him everything. Half a pizza and three beer bottles later, you feel relieved.

“And now I’m just sulking in my house,” you mutter when you finish your fourth slice of pizza. Jinyoung blinks a few times and his eyes drift away from you for a moment as he takes in the entire story.

“I have an idea,” he speaks up after a moment, his back straightening as the idea brews in his mind. “I’m not usually one who condones revenge because it’s petty and it wastes my time, but…” Jinyoung trails off when he sees you perking up.

“What’s your plan?” you quickly ask.

He smirks, “I’m thinking lots of toilet paper and lots of glitter.”

“Why am I here again?” Mark asks but Jinyoung quickly shushes him.

“We’re here to get back at (Y/n)’s ex.” The older man gives him a weird look but obliges anyway, hands grabbing at the envelopes filled with glitter and signed with different names and addresses to avoid suspicion. “Are you ready?” Jinyoung turns to you and you nod as you pull the hood of your jacket over your head to hide yourself.

“You do know that we could get arrested for vandalism, right?” he points out.

“That just fuels the adrenaline,” you hum with a smile when you turn back to him. The corners of Mark’s lips lift into a smile when he sees the mischief painted on your face. You’ve convinced him only because Mark’s a bit of an adrenaline junky and he’d do anything just to feel alive.

The three of you climb out of Jinyoung’s car and quickly make your way into the bushes of your ex’s garden, hiding under the cover of night with a bag full of toilet paper rolls. Mark tears himself away from you and Jinyoung to stuff the envelopes into the empty mailbox before regrouping. Each of you get a few rolls and the revenge plot begins. Call it childish, but you had never felt so much rush within you from throwing toilet rolls. You swing one of the rolls over the house, frowning when you see the way it bounces off of the wall and falls back into the garden.

“Watch this,” Jinyoung chuckles. You watch as he swings his arm with more strength and force, the roll flying straight over the roof and leaving a trail of toilet paper behind it that drapes over the top of the house.

“Show off,” Mark snorts as he throws a roll. Jinyoung scowls at that and throws the roll right at his head, earning a whine from your coworker. “Is that all of them?” he asks. You rummage through the now empty tote bags and nod just as the lights to one of the rooms turn on.

“Fuck, we have to go.” Jinyoung grabs onto your wrist and the three of you run out of the garden and straight into his car. The front door swings open and you hear distant yelling just as Jinyoung slams his foot on the accelerator, speeding out of the neighbourhood as fast as he can to stop your ex from seeing his license plate. Giggles and laughter erupt from the three of you once you’re out of the neighbourhood.

“Feel any better?” Mark laughs when he sees how bright you look as compared to the past two weeks and how dull and tired you’ve been.

“I feel fucking amazing,” you breathe out a laugh, turning to your side to look at Jinyoung who laughs from behind the wheel.

“I’ll be taking food as thanks,” he jokes.

“Oh, shut up,” you roll your eyes playfully, unable to stop the smile that feels permanently etched on your face. “I’m actually surprised that you, out of all people, thought of this.”

“That’s exactly what I said when he called me,” Mark chuckles.

“I don’t know,” Jinyoung shrugs with a content sigh. “Never really liked that guy anyway. I felt like you deserved better, so revenge was the first thing that came to mind when you told me.” You keep your eyes on him for a moment, basking in the adrenaline that courses through your veins. Mark cocks an eyebrow at the way the car slowly falls into silence.

“Thank you, Jinyoung,” you hum after a moment.

“Yes, thank you, Jinyoung,” Mark snickers. “It’s nice to see you having all this fun when you’re usually so stone cold.”

“I’m not stone cold, I’m just unresponsive,” Jinyoung corrects him.

“Unresponsive until someone grazes your shoes with theirs,” you quip, making Mark laugh.

Jinyoung gasps, “those shoes were white and they were expensive! Anyone in the right mind would be upset!” You and Mark’s giggles are only heightened at how Jinyoung starts nagging you two for stepping on his white shoes once a few years back.

“Alright, alright,” Mark says in between laughs, “we’ll be more careful when you’re wearing white shoes.”

“I wouldn’t mind if it was (Y/n), but hyung,” he emphasizes on ‘hyung’, hinting at the fact that Mark acts like a teenager despite already almost breaching his thirties. “I would’ve expected at least some respect for my white shoes from you!”

“Dude, just soak them—that’ll take the stain right off.”

“They’re leather!”

“Let’s just agree not to ruin Jinyoung’s white, leather shoes, so that he’ll stop nagging at us,” you giggle. Jinyoung whines in response as he glances at you. Mark makes another comment that has Jinyoung practically fuming. He’s lucky that it’s a red light because he puts the gear into neutral and reaches behind to grab onto the black hoodie of Mark’s jacket, the older man whining and crying in response while you watch with pure glee.

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gamerwoo · 4 years ago

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[The Pack Next Door] Mingi: Friends with Benefits (Part Two)

(photo edit courtesy of @songmingki)

Characters: Mingi x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, friends to lovers au, angst but not like hard angst it’s kinda mild tbh, lil bit of fluff

Word count: 1,913

Summary: Growing up, you and Mingi were inseparable. You’d been friends your entire life and, as far as you knew, things were never any different. But what you don’t know is that Mingi imprinted on you when he was 15 and first turned into a werewolf, and he had been trying to keep it a secret ever since. And with the awful timing of mating season, he’s hoping he can somehow keep the facade up.

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Hongjoong, Seonghwa, and San had come home from classes together, walking through the front door as the two older boys scolded San about his grades. They walked down the hall and past the living room where you and Mingi were sitting on the couch, watching TV. One of your legs was flung over the arm of the couch as you leaned into Mingi, while your best friend was simply sitting straight beside you, keeping his eyes trained on the TV. You saw out of the corner of your eye the three boys barely glance over at you as the kept walking out of sight, before backing up and looking into the living room at the scene.

“What is he doing?” San whispered loud enough for his friends to hear -- they could hear way better than you thanks to their sharp senses -- but quiet enough that you didn’t hear a thing.

“Being a fucking moron,” Seonghwa replied.

You turned your head to look at the audience you now had, “Can I help you?”

Mingi’s eyes had flickered from where he was trying so hard to concentrate on the show, to his brothers. They could hear how fast his heart was beating and see the sweat beginning to bead on his forehead, the way his hands clenched on his thighs, and the way he was basically straining himself to sit still.

Mating season was starting soon for him.

“Uh..._____,” Hongjoong stepped forward with his usual sweet smile, “do you wanna play some soccer in the backyard? I have some extra energy I need to burn.”

“Oh, hell yeah!” you grinned as you jumped up from your spot on the couch. You looked down at your best friend, “Mingi, you wanna ref?”

“Nah, I’m good,” he told you, trying to come across as completely normal.

But there was something off about him.

Still, you shrugged, “Suit yourself.”

Then you followed Hongjoong out to the backyard.

As soon as you were gone, Seonghwa marched up to Mingi, grabbing the younger boy by his shirt and pulling him to his feet. Despite having height on the older boy, Seonghwa wasn’t afraid because he knew he had authority over Mingi.

“Are you fucking crazy?” Seonghwa demanded.

“Yes,” San answered for him with a nod.

This definitely wasn’t the first time Mingi had to go through rut and not let you know. But it seemed this time for some reason, he was being a little too bold for the pack’s liking. It was clear he was having some difficulty being so close to you -- thank god mating season hadn’t actually started for him or there would’ve been nothing to keep him from pouncing on you -- and that was just because he was so close to mating season starting. He definitely had balls to hang out with you alone so close to that time of year where he had to be away from you.

“Hwa, I was fine!” Mingi insisted, holding up his hands in surrender.

“You didn’t look fine,” San interjected, Mingi shooting him a glare to keep out of this.

“What if you hurt her, huh?” Seonghwa demanded. “What if you couldn’t fight the instinct? What if you did something bad to her?”

Mingi whined, “I wasn’t going to!”

“But you could’ve,” Seonghwa stated, giving Mingi a solid shake. “You can’t just act fine and then everything is fine. You can’t pull that shit this close to mating season.”

Seonghwa finally let the younger wolf go, and he frowned as he straightened out his shirt, “What are you, the alpha?”

“No,” Seonghwa offered him a tight smile, “but I know Joong is going to have a lot to say to you, too.”

Even though Hongoong never really had to deal with mates before -- even though he’d known you for a few years now but you weren’t properly Mingi’s mate -- he knew it was in his best interest to keep you safe rather than go deal with Mingi. That was why he chose to remove you from the situation and let Seonghwa deal with the younger wolf who clearly had some sort of lapse in judgement. Hongjoong definitely understood that Mingi had to act normally to keep their secret from you, but he didn’t need to take it that far. He should’ve just not invited you over.

“How many wins is that?” you chuckled as you lightly kicked the ball between your feet, quickly an eyebrow at Hongjoong.

He laughed, shaking his head, “Look, you did this for seven years. I’ve only casually played since I met you.”

“Yeah, you launched the ball straight into Wooyoung’s head the first day I met you,” you recalled with a loud laugh.

“But I’ve gotten better at not doing that,” he said proudly, spreading out in the goal to -- hopefully -- catch the ball.

Before you could even swing your leg back to kick the ball, the door opened and San shouted, “Hey!”

The two of you looked over, you lifting your baseball cap to run a hand through your hair before putting it back on your head as you squinted against the sun to see San in the doorway.

“Mingi wanted me to tell you he isn’t feeling well,” San called. “We brought him upstairs to bed but you probably shouldn’t bother him.”

You frowned with a sigh, nodding your head, “Yeah, alright. Thanks, San.”

Even though he could hear the slight disappointment in your voice, San nodded and went back inside.

“You okay?” Hongjoong wondered, resting his stance.

You let out air between your lips, your lips flapping like a horse for a few seconds as you tried to gather your thoughts, “Mingi always has something going on where he just disappears like, twice a year. He has since he ran away our freshman year of high school. I kind of expected it to happen again but it like, always happens. I dunno, I’m just worried, I guess.”

Hongjoong frowned. He knew you cared about Mingi, and he should’ve figured you would catch onto it after a while. He used to always use the fact he was ‘sick’ as an excuse, but he had to get more creative when you begged him to see a doctor his senior year since he was always getting really sick twice a year. It then became ‘I’m a counselor at a week-long sleepaway camp’ or ‘I’m going skiing with my friends’ or things like that. Anything where he could avoid you for about a week until he was feeling normal again. Because if you were around him while he was in rut, he would have zero self control and would pin you against anything and go crazy. That was the last thing any of them wanted.

“He’s just...” Hongjoong trails off as his eyes find Mingi’s window from the backyard, though the blinds are pulled shut so neither of you can see inside.

But Hongjoong already knows that Seonghwa has probably dragged him up to his bedroom and ordered him to stay there until the alpha comes in to scold him for being so careless with you. But he also knows staying away from your mate is difficult -- not that he knows personally but he’s heard.

And Hongjoong never finishes his sentence because honestly, he’s not really sure what to say.

You finish your game of soccer with Hongjoong early because you decide you’re not really in the mood to play anymore. You’re not really an emotional kind of person, but anyone can tell you’re bummed out because of Mingi. You know things will go back to normal after a week, but you just wish you understood why this pattern kept happening. What happened to Mingi when he ran away?

Honestly, your best bet was that he joined a cult.

As you were leaving the house, Jongho was getting out of his car, grabbing his backpack and slinging it over his shoulder. He smiled at you as you passed by him to get to your car.

“Mingi’s girlfriend leaving so soon?” he joked -- well, as far as you knew.

Did you feel a little different toward Mingi ever since he came back freshman year, yes? You kind of thought maybe it was because you were afraid of losing him again, but it had stuck around until college, and that was a little weird to you. Still, you never said anything to him because you two had been best friends since you were babies. The two of you were voted ‘best partners in crime’ and ‘should’ve dated’ -- the latter was a little awkward since you were dating someone else at the time -- when you were seniors because of how close you were. You didn’t want to ruin your friendship because you were pretty sure he didn’t feel the same. He probably saw you as a sister. So you left things alone.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes with a playful smile, “Eat a dick, dude.”

His friends often teased you for being his ‘girlfriend’, and Mingi typically responded in the same fashion. But the teasing continued because his friends knew that while it embarrassed Mingi, it was the only way they could hint at how he felt about you.

“Why’re you leaving?” Jongho asked, turning around to keep talking to you. “You usually stay longer.”

You looked over your shoulder, this time rolling your eyes in a less playful way, “Mingi’s sick.”

“...Oh,” he nodded, already understanding the situation. “Well, uh, we could hang out tomorrow after classes if you want? Maybe go get slushies at the gas station or something?”

Even though Mingi’s friends would never replace him, they had become your friends since you were around them so often. And whenever Mingi was away, they always offered to do things with you like go to the arcade or get pizza at the beach or something.

You shrugged, unlocking your car and opening the door, “We’ll see.”

After waving a quick goodbye, Jongho went into the house. He could hear Hongjoong raising his voice a little at Mingi from outside, but he had drowned it out so he could converse with you. But now that he was inside and saw Seonghwa and San sitting on the couch watching the show that you and Mingi had left on, he was more intrigued.

“Mingi started mating season already?” he wondered.

From upstairs, he heard the wolf in question reply, “I did not!”

“You’re too close to it to have _____ around,” Hongjoong reminded him, his voice also traveling from upstairs.

It was true, it was supposed to start really soon. Nobody could ever place the exact day, but they kept track of around what times in the year it happened. It was like having your period but minus the blood -- for males, anyway -- and with a lot more sexual aggression.

“So the excuse this time is that he’s sick?” Jongho asked before adding on, “Again?”

“What did you want me to say?” Seonghwa asked. “They were sitting on the couch together so it was the only thing that made sense. I couldn’t say he suddenly went off on vacation, now could I?”

“We always keep _____ away from the house, anyway,” San shrugged, waving the problem away. “It’ll be fine. She never questions it, anyway.”

“She will question it eventually,” Seonghwa pointed out. “We can’t keep this up forever, and neither can Mingi.”

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rainydayhogwartsimagines · 4 years ago

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The hufflepuff request part two

Warning: violence, swearing, bodily harm

Draco was now slightly concerned that he did something wrong.

You were never this jumpy around him.

"What is going on with Y/n?" He asked after you left.

"Who knows." Fred said.

"women are very confusing." George said.

"You were rejected again weren't you?" Ginny asked.

"WHAT AM I DOING WRONG HERE GINNY!?" George whined.

You watched Fred and George try to put their names in that cup, not realizing Draco was behind you until you heard a "Hi" in your ear

You jumped but smiled.

"hi." You replied with a intense blush on your face.

That's when Fred and George were promptly launched back and you laughed

"Told you two it wouldn't work." You laughed.

Draco smiled and you laughed harder as Madame Pomfrey dragged them away.

Draco was now spending a lot of time with you between classes, holding your books and walking you to each one

His attention was focused on you

Then came the amortentia potion.

You both were partners, following each step carefully.

Snape walked around asking each person what they smelled.

"And you. What do you smell miss Y/n?" Snape asked.

You sniffed it and your heart pounded.

"Uhm... i-I..." You paused and Draco rose a brow.

"I smell mint s-sir... Mint and earl grey tea." You answered making Draco almost fall out of his seat.

"Mister Malfoy, what do you smell?" Snape asked.

"...Books... And Chamomile... With rain." He answered looking at you.

"Very good. Both of you are dismissed." Snape said.

You immediately booked it and Draco went after you.

"Y/n!" He called.

You sped up your pace.

"Y/n slow down!" He said.

You didn't.

He finally caught up though and grabbed your wrist.

"Draco--" "I like you Y/n. A lot. And I know this is REALLY in advance but I would love to take you to the Yule ball, if you'll let me." He said.

"And... If... If you want I'd also really like to be your boyfriend--" you cut him off with a kiss and he literally dropped everything just to pull you closer.

You melted in his arms.

So obviously you dated.

Cedric was happy for you

So was the group because now you weren't a walking disaster.

You were there when the names popped out of the cup.

All of you were sitting at the Gryffindor's table and you watched

He didn't really start paying attention until Harry's name popped out.

"Wait... What!?" You asked looking at Harry.

"did you find a way to sneak your name in!?" Draco asked him.

"What-- No! I have no idea what's going on!" Harry said.

Ron got upset because he thought Harry was lying

But you could tell by the look on Harry's face that Harry genuinely had NO idea what was going on.

You had this gut feeling that something was wrong though.

You helped Harry train though, after researching how brutal this competition could be.

You were all very anxious watching Harry with the Dragon

And it certainly worried the fuck out of Draco when you had to participate in Cedric's lake trial

He didn't even realize that you were a part of it until Cedric came back up with you.

Then you realized Gabrielle was still down there.

All you said was "Well.... Fuck it." Before jumping back in.

You came back up with Gabrielle right before Harry came up with Ron.

Fleur was so fucking grateful.

Then came the dance practice

"Draco, I know I agreed to go but seriously I can't dance." You whined.

"I am going to teach you, come on." He laughed.

He pulled you close you sighed. "Okay but when I step on you don't say I did not warn your ass."

You stepped on his feet a lot. But he was patient. And he just wanted you close to him to be honest.

You two were smiling the whole time.

Then the Yule ball actually happened.

You walked out and Draco almost fell over.

"Hi." You said.

"Y/n... You're beautiful." He said with a smile.

"T-Thanks." You said with a blush.

You and him were literally smiling the entire night

He kept whispering compliments in your ear when you danced and just held you so close.

You had no idea how bad this was about to become.

The final trial was approaching and something in your gut was telling you that something was wrong.

"Harry something is wrong, I can feel it." You told him right before he was gearing up to go into this maze.

"I'll be careful--" "Harry. Don't go." You begged.

He almost didn't. But he was stubborn and did.

You were anxious the whole time and Draco kept trying to tell you that it was going to be fine

Then Harry returned.

And you saw it.

"No.... Please no."

Draco didn't understand at first and then he saw Cedric.

His immediate reaction was just to hug you and face you away from it because he knew that Cedric was your friend.

"Harry... We-- we need to check on Harry." You mumbled into his chest.

Draco asked Fred and George to make sure you were okay before he ran down there.

Harry was sobbing and Draco hugged his friend while trying to stay strong.

"H-He didn't-- he didn't want me to--to leave him." Harry sobbed.

"He's-- He's back Draco.." Harry said.

"Who?" Albus asked.

"Voldemort."

Immediately after hearing that you sent a letter to your parents telling you to get the fuck out of Dodge.

They didn't understand why you were so adamant about it, but damn it they did.

Draco ended up moving out of his parents' home.

It was very abrupt but it still happened.

Molly immediately was like "Here. Your home is now here."

And he accepted.

The summer was dedicated towards planning your next few moves.

You all were exhausted and one night Draco couldn't sleep.

You woke up, going downstairs to find Molly talking to Draco.

"Hello dear, join us won't you?" Molly said.

You sat with Draco and held his hand and he gave you a small smile.

"Is something wrong?" You asked.

"Tell her dear." She said to Draco.

"Father has disowned me..." He said.

"What!?" You asked.

"He took his side-- the wrong side. And when I outright refused he disowned me." Draco said.

"Draco... Sweetheart I'm so sorry." You said.

"I'm fine... I have everything I need right here." He said to you.

"That and you've got a family." Ginny said making you all turn.

"I came down here for water. It feels like hell upstairs." Ginny said.

She walked over and hugged Draco.

"We may not have been friends Draco. But your my brother. And if that asshole comes near you again I'm going to kill him." Ginny said.

"Ginny!" Molly gasped.

"What? I'm being honest." She shrugged making you snort.

The school year ended up being shit thanks to a bitch named Umbridge.

She REALLY didn't like you.

You didn't understand why but she literally went out of her way to make your life a living hell.

So when you found Fred and George with a bunch of fireworks....

You gave them the matches.

And they unleashed hell.

You were smiling the whole time.

So was Draco

But when Umbridge was pissed she took it out on you

And the trio (and Draco) was not having this.

They finally had enough and finally she was gone

Dragged off by centaurs

Hallefuckinglujah

You ended up working close with the order

Tonks was so fucking happy to have her little sister back

And Remus was happy to see her happy

No surprise you straight up told him "Look, you like tonks, tonks likes you go for it dude."

You FINALLY apologized for punching Sirius

He said it was hilarious actually and even said "I think James turned in his grave laughing."

Draco spent all of his time with you

And as you were planning he realized he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.

Then something happened that involved you having to literally go on a rescue mission to the ministry

It was intense.

You saved Arthur from Nagini

You thought you saw Lucius but you weren't sure until you were face to face with him.

He kept blaming you.

Over and over during this battle he kept saying that you were the reason why Draco was gone

And when he actually hit you Draco was PISSED

Draco basically LAUNCHED his father away from you and you coughed.

"Holy shit." You gaped.

"Are you okay!?" Draco asked.

"He flew like fifty fucking feet!" You gaped.

"Are you okay? Did he hurt you!?"

"How did you even--"

"Y/n! Are you okay!?" Draco asked.

"I'm fine--" "AVADA KADAVRA!"

You turned to see Sirius stumble back.

You and Draco sprinted to Harry, holding him back as he screamed.

When you all returned to base Harry couldn't form words

Draco stayed close to Harry though, making sure that if anything seemed too much he'd be able to calm Harry down

Honestly it warmed your heart to see Draco care about Harry like a brother.

Things got intense though when Dumbledore died.

Like you all felt like you were walking on some VERY thin ice and it was bound to crack at any moment.

Then you helped the team with bellatrix's vault.

And it fucking sucked.

You all ended up in the equivalent to a dungeon.

"Darling." You said.

"hmm?" Draco asked.

"Why the fuck do your parents have a prison in their home?" You asked.

"I have no idea." He said.

"....Oh god this isn't a kink is it?" You realized making anyone who was sitting bolt up.

Lucius of course dragged your ass out.

Because he was angry.

And he let Bellatrix have free reign over whatever she wanted to do

She held you down and carved into you

You were screaming bloody murder and Draco was having a mental breakdown having to hear you.

When they finally busted out, Draco got you out of there immediately.

You didn't speak for a while.

You couldn't-- what the fuck do you say after that?

Dobby died, making this even harder.

Way harder.

You sat on a rock by the lake, staring into the water.

Draco sat next to you and you sank into his arms.

"Don't leave me." Was the first words you said after the incident.

He never left your side.

When the battle of hogwarts started you did everything to make sure Draco was safe.

He did the same for you.

Draco saved Fred and you noticed Tonks running.

"Guys, something's wrong with Tonks!" You said.

You all booked it and winded up saving Remus and Tonks life from a hoard of death eaters

Draco kept you close at all times and didn't dare to let you out of his sight.

You killed Bellatrix yourself.

"DON'T YOU EVER FUCKING TOUCH MY MUM OR MY SISTER AGAIN YOU BITCH!" you screamed before she just... Died.

Draco was ready to fight but damn, you had that battle wrapped up quick

The battle just stopped at one point.

It seemed like you lost.

Harry was dead.

Draco and you both were wrecked

This was utterly fucking terrifying.

Was this it? Like actually? You lost just like that?!

Then you noticed movement.

And Harry rolled out of Hagrid's arms

Draco grabbed you and ran because he knew that you all were in the dead center and that was asking for something bad to happen.

Then... You won

Harry actually did it.

It was over.

You cried to be honest.

Like finally! This whole fucking thing was over.

You literally collapsed onto the nearest bed and slept for hours.

When you woke up, of course there was a celebration

Draco took that time to propose to you too.

Tonks was so happy for you she was almost crying

You FINALLY met Teddy

You and Harry were the Godparents btw.

A few years later you became a professor at hogwarts

Draco became a healer (In my head, he always ends up a healer, change my mind)

Your poor kid had to deal with famous parents

Because everyone is always talking about the "badass professor" and the "hot healer"

Which makes your daughter sink down in her chair and want to scream.

You went over to the Weasleys every holiday

During the summer you helped out with Fred and George's shop

Tonks and you have dinner every weekend

The team always gets together for a big dinner during the start of school and the end of it.

You loved these people

Even the crazy girl with the pink hair.

#draco fuckingmalfoy #draco imagine #draco malfoy #draco x reader #draco x y/n

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anactualcaseofthetruth · 4 years ago

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Friends Can Break Your Heart Too > Chapter 3 Archive Of Our Own Link

Catch Up: Chapter 2 Chapter 1

Summary: Mia Flores flees to Santo Padre for one reason and one reason only: her godfather and the man who raised her, Bishop Losa. The last thing she expects is for Angel Reyes to come into her chaotic life and just maybe be the one thing that starts to make sense.

Chapter 3:

“Pizza!” Letty calls out as she enters the house just a few steps ahead of Mia.

Immediately, all construction noises cease, the small hand tools are dropped, and they are closing in.

“Fucking finally,” Coco says as he takes the pizzas from his daughter. “I was starting to feel like we’re working in a real fucking sweatshop, like no food or breaks until you’re done, you know?”

“Dude, you take a smoke break every fucking five minutes, calm down,” Angel instructs while freeing Mia’s own hands of the small pizza and box of Styrofoam on top without a word.

“Hey! These are for me and Letty, you each got your own pizza,” Mia complains with hands out.

“What, I’m not allowed to help? Be nice?” he questions and holds the food above his head so she can’t reach.

“Fine. Thank you, now give it back!” she whines and follows him to the kitchen to join the others, jumping for it the whole way.

“No, I don’t like your attitude.”

“Angel! C’mon, I’m hungry!” Mia exclaims with hands on her hips and a frown on her face

“Apologize first,” he says, and their audience laughs.

“I’m going to slap you,” she counters grumpily.

He looks her up and down, noting her ripped jeans and a tight, white tee matched with a black jacket and black and white sneakers on her feet. “Can you even reach without heels on?”

Mia’s eyes turn to slits before tapping him in the balls. It’s not so hard to hurt him, but enough to put him into defensive mode and lower the food. “Now, was that so hard?” she asks sweetly while handing the Styrofoam off to Letty.

“You better watch your back, Flores,” he warns, ignoring the snickers around them, and reaches for his pizza.

“Oh, but you’re so much better at it than I am,” Mia teases in return.

Angel nods as he swallows. “Can’t argue that. Hey, prospect, beer?” he asks of his brother a moment later.

EZ turns from his own pizza and takes enough out of the fridge for all of them besides Letty. She gets a bottle of Coke instead.

“Wait, you guys have beer here? While you’re working? I’m doing to die in a house fire, aren’t I?” Mia sighs while looking down at her white spinach pizza.

“Nah, there was nothing wrong with the wiring, so we haven’t had to mess with it. You’re safe from house fires,” EZ assures her.

Coco, on the other hand, makes an unsure noise and shrugs. "That’s not saying the crackheads who lived here before didn’t fuck with it. So, if you do die, it wouldn’t be on our consciences."

“That is what I was worried about, how you all would feel if something happened, not about actually dying,” Mia tells him in monotone.

“Good looking out, no worries, we’d be alright,” Coco insists, and the group laughs some more.

Upon further inspection to Bishop’s rental, her godfather decided a small remodel was in order before she could move in. “Nothing huge,” he promised her, “just some paint and maybe new carpet.” Well that was a month ago, and she has yet to move in.

What he meant by ‘nothing huge’ is repainting every single room, new molding, replacing over half the light fixtures, a few new windows, and a completely redone bathroom upstairs. Then, after finding hardwood in good condition under said carpet he decided he wanted certain rooms without carpet at all which meant pulling up good carpet that wouldn’t have even needed replaced. The kitchen, luckily, was the best-looking room in the house when they started, having been redone before the last tenants moved in, so all he insisted on was a fresh coat of paint, a few new appliances, a couple tiles replaced, and a good cleaning.

Mia’s been told the upstairs is ‘almost done’ and they are finishing up the living room now.

She has also noticed new pieces of furniture showing up when she isn’t around. Which, that isn’t hard to do since she only stops by once or twice a day to feed the guys and ‘make sure they are doing their fucking work’ at Bishop’s request. A new queen-sized bed appeared two weeks ago, a dining set a few days later, and after commenting on how comfy his couch is one similar has taken residence in the garage, not that she is supposed to know about it.

Mia's done her best to not argue with Bishop about all of it. She knows he means well, however, when she looks around all she sees is her godfather silently pleading with her to stay, possibly forever, but when asked about long-term plans she avoids giving any real answer.

It’s not dependent on her, not really, it depends on whether her past catches up with her.

“So how much longer until you guys are finally done with this place?” Letty asks as she eats her chicken fingers. “I can’t wait to have a sleepover.”

Mia smiles at the younger girl and pushes all thoughts of her ex away. Over the past month the two of them have formed a close bond. She sees a piece of herself in Leticia—being one of the few Mayan daughters, having mothers who barely cared, and men who aren’t quite their fathers as their sole parent. Coco is actually Letty’s dad, but she didn’t know that until a couple months ago, so it’s still ‘completely weird’ according to her.

She hopes to be the female figure she needed when she was stupid teenager for Letty. Growing up around these guys isn’t easy. It’s certainly never dull, but Mia remembers how kids at school used to look at her, with that mixture of fear and pity, of jealousy and hate. She remembers what boys thought of her, that because of how women are around the MC that she would be both easy to sleep with and manipulate.

That last part wasn’t entirely wrong, but she wants it to be different for Letty.

“Well, Prez is supposed to have a walk-through in a day or two. If he doesn’t see anything else wrong with it, hopefully next week,” Gilly says when no one speaks up.

Mia likes Gilly, she likes all the guys, but these four are a package deal. Angel is the ringleader, EZ his sounding board, Coco the one who challenges him when necessary, and Gilly is the silent partner. He only really speaks when spoken to, but is always listening, and is very much a protector.

“You guys said that last week,” Letty reminds them.

“Girl, you know we had the Vegas run and it set us back. Stop pushing,” Coco warns her. “It ain’t even your house.”

“No, but we’re going to have a sleepover the weekend she moves in,” Letty tells him like its common knowledge. And honestly, she’s been talking about it so much it practically is.

“Really?" Angel questions with a playful look towards Mia, never one to pass up an opportunity to give her shit, or flirt with her. Sometimes both happen in the same sentence. "Anyone else invited to this sleepover?”

As always, she decides to play along. “Why? You need a facial? We can buy extra masks.”

“It’d be nice to be thought of, that’s all,” he insists. “Besides, it’s not me that needs the facial. EZ’s skin is shit compared to mine.”

“Hey,” his little brother speaks up and it sounds so pitiful Mia can’t help but laugh.

“Shoulda seen his face in junior high. Pimple fuckin’ city,” Angel goes on. ��Our mom had to buy him special cream and everything.”

“Can we stop? Like, that’s the point of this?” EZ asks as he turns just a little red.

“The point is mine was clear and yours wasn’t,” Angel responds.

“And when we were kids you were fat and I wasn’t,” EZ says with arms crossed. “So, shut up.”

Everyone laughs as they eat, but Mia is practically jumping up and down with joy. “Oh, my God, please tell me you have pictures. I want to see pictures of little chunky Angel,” she pleads.

“Stop, it wasn’t that I was fat exactly,” Angel tries to stop her giggles. “I wasn’t! I was a little late to puberty, alright?”

“Dude, you were definitely chunky,” EZ states. “Accept it.”

“No, I just didn’t grow for, like, a year, that’s all,” Angel argues. “You, quit laughing,” he demands while staring Mia down. “I’m serious, I was pretty much the same height for a year. Ezekiel was almost as fuckin’ tall as me, and he’s two years younger than me. Then, I shot up, like, six fuckin’ inches.”

“And you lost all your baby fat?” Mia asks, still snickering.

“As a matter of fact, yes, I did, and now look, all muscle, baby,” Angel says and lifts his shirt to show the abs that he knows she’s fond of. And, sadly, she’s not allowed to touch them because no one knows they are sleeping together.

“Damn,” they all hear Letty mumble and Mia can’t stop the laugh from bubbling up her throat. She would have said the same thing if she hadn’t seen them before.

“Alright, put that shit away, I got a kid here,” Coco urges and throws a napkin at Angel’s chest.

“What, this shit?” EZ asks while lifting his shirt too.

“Hold on, I gotta get a picture of this,” Letty says, her phone already in her hands.

Coco smacks it away. “Stop, they are like your uncles.”

“No, they definitely aren’t,” she counters, making the brothers laugh while dropping their shirts.

Mia gives Letty a pointed look that the girl ignores. She knows all about the younger girl’s crush on EZ, and she also knows how completely unattainable and stupid it is. Letty will grow out of it eventually, probably when she gets a crush her own age. At least, her next crush better be someone her own age.

“You’re real funny. You get that shit you needed for school?” Coco questions as he stands having eaten his whole pizza save three slices. Letty nods with her mouth full. “Good, we should get going. You got school in the morning and I got my own shit to do.”

“Yeah, what’s her name?” Angel asks innocently while picking up another slice.

“Ew,” Letty mutters as the others laugh. “Let’s go before this conversation continues. Is your car unlocked, Mia? The stuff for my project is still in it.”

“Yeah, it’s open, help yourself.”

“I’m going to head out too. I told Pop I’d stop by before he went to sleep,” EZ mentions.

“Let me know if there’s anything good on the history channel,” Angel jokes.

“Don’t worry, I know how you feel about a good Vietnam documentary,” EZ assures him and the brothers share a laugh.

Everyone starts getting up and throwing away their paper plates and saying their goodbyes. For now, anyways, since most of them will meet up back at the clubhouse before the night is over.

Mia’s just finishing up putting all the leftover pizza slices into one box for the boys to fight over tomorrow before she brings over their lunch when Angel comes back into the kitchen.

“I locked your car,” he says, and she jumps about a foot in the air. “I know it’s a piece, but you still shouldn’t leave it unlocked like that.”

She turns with a hand over her heart. “Don’t do that, I thought you were leaving,” she scolds him.

“When did I say that?” he questions with a crinkle to his eyebrows.

Mia rolls her eyes. “I don’t know, maybe when everyone said they were leaving, and you walked out with them?”

“I never said I was leaving. Besides,” he starts while approaching her and sets his hands on her hips, “I can’t say goodbye before I get a proper hello.”

“Oh, a proper hello?” Mia asks as his head dips in closer to hers. “What would that entail, exactly?”

“This,” he says and lifts her onto the island, their lips already connected and tongues threatening to meet.

His beard brushes against her chin and she reaches up to lightly scratch at it. “Mm, scruffy,” she murmurs, having admitted her liking his beard to him before. He does, in fact, use a special beard shampoo and pomade in it.

He smiles at her and lifts his chin so she can have better access. “I swear, if I was a dog this shit would make me do that kicking leg thing,” he mutters with his eyes closed.

“Hm, you’re cute,” she tells him as his chin practically sits in her hands, his face the picture of peace.

She’s not ashamed to admit that Angel quickly has become her best friend, not only in Santo Padre, but in general. Of course, she’s never been one to have many friends. Growing up other kids were weary of her, of Bishop rolling up in a Harley to pick her up from school, and their parents only saw the kutte on his back.

When it came to the club, there weren’t many other Mayan kids. Most of them, like Coco with his other two that aren’t Letty, pay for them but aren’t really involved in raising them. Sometimes, when it was a son, they’d come back around during their teen years, want to be like their biker dad, and prospect once they hit eighteen.

Her best friend was Marcus Alverez’s son Esai, but she hasn’t spoken to him since she left Oakland when her and Bishop had their big blowout. Cutting the club out of her life included Esai, and no matter how much he tried to claw his way back in she didn’t let him. That’s a bridge she hasn’t repaired yet.

“You look tired, osito,” she whispers and his eyes pop open.

Angel smiles lazily. “Is that what I am to you, huh? A teddy bear?”

“My teddy bear,” she corrects.

“Let’s keep that between us, huh?” he murmurs when his eyes slide closed again as she continues to scratch at his chin. “Wouldn’t want the guys to know how sweet I am on ya.”

Mia holds back a laugh. “As far as they're concerned the only thing you’re sweet on is my ass.”

“Ain’t no hiding that, querida,” he agrees. After a few minutes Angel’s eyes open and his face breaks out into a smile. “I have a surprise for you.”

“Is it shiny or is it chocolate?” she immediately asks, making him laugh and lift his chin from her hands.

“Neither it’s upstairs,” he replies and turns around to signal for her to jump onto his back, and she does, happily.

Mia tightens her hold around his shoulders. “Ooh, a sex swing? I’m in, but Bishop might be pissed."

Angel's laugh in return is loud and boisterous. “Nah, not that, but I can always add one later if you want,” he says and begins making his way up the steps. “Remember last week when Bishop told you to think about colors for the house? And you weren’t sure about what you wanted to paint your bedroom?”

“Uh, yes,” Mia confirms as they reach the top. “But Bishop said I had time to choose, that painting was the last thing you guys were going to do and I had colors for all the other rooms so you guys could get started.”

“It is, but” Angel stops at the master bedroom and lets her slide down his back until her feet touch the ground. “I got an idea. If you hate it, I can fix it, make it whatever you want, I just,” he sighs, his nerves obvious.

“Hey,” Mia says and grabs his hands so both of them are intertwined, “I’m sure I’ll love it, whatever it is, just because you did it,” she assures him. “Unless it’s just plain white, then that’s kinda lame and I’ll probably laugh.”

Angel chuckles and shakes his head at her. “It’s not white, promise.” He opens the door hesitantly with an unsteady breath. “Just… don’t lie if you don’t like it, okay?”

“Promise,” she echoes back to him and he flicks the lights on before ushering her inside.

Mia finds the room painted a pink-orange shade, the kind in a sunset, but it’s the ceiling that makes her gasp. It’s blue, dark blue, with slashes of different shades throughout to resemble the night sky, along with some yellow and gold. It’s very Van Gogh, but of course not Van Gogh.

“Oh, my God,” she whispers with hands over her mouth.

“And, uh, there’s this too,” Angel tells her before slapping the lights off and the ceiling lights up. There are glow in the dark stars on it. Not enough to be childish or make the room bright, but just enough to look like stars faraway in the sky.

“Angel,” Mia sniffs.

“I remembered how much you liked looking at the stars when you first moved here,” he explains. “And I woke up last week to some stupid infomercial on the TV in the middle of the night. They were selling some Starry Night knockoffs and the idea came to me. I hope you don’t mind or, I don’t know, if you don’t like it I can—”

“Stop,” she insists with a hand on his chest as she looks up. “It’s… it’s—I don’t even know what to say, Angel.”

“You like it?” he asks, and his voice is so soft, so vulnerable Mia’s heart tightens.

For a moment all she can do is nod. “I love it,” she finally manages and blinks to stop the tears from forming. “I’ve never had anyone go out of their way for me like this except Bishop, at least, not unless it was some sort of apology from a boyfriend at the time.” The lights come back on and Mia turns to face him, but Angel is looking anywhere but her. “Did you do this yourself?”

He nods and looks up at the artwork, still avoiding eye contact. “Yeah.”

“How did you—I mean, how?” she asks with a knot in her throat.

“I used to paint when I was a kid, and into high school. I, uh, stopped when my mom died,” he confesses with his eyes now on his hands as he plays with his rings. “I was rusty as fuck, but I don’t know, I think it turned out pretty good.”

“Hey,” Mia urges and lifts his chin until their eyes meet. “I love it.”

Angel nods and licks his bottom lip. “Really?”

“I absolutely adore it,” she promises, her voice low and gets on her tip toes while wrapping an arm around his neck to pull until their foreheads are touching. “And the fact that you did it yourself? That makes it so much better. You’re very talented, mi osito.”

“Again, with the teddy bear? You’re gonna fuck up my rep, querida,” he teases.

“Well, the rep you have with me is being almost too good in bed and possibly the sweetest man I know, so,” she stops with a shrug and starts backing him up until he hits the bed half-covered in plastic.

Angel falls on the bed with a laugh and shoves at the plastic covering until it hits the floor. “Almost too good? Damn, gotta step up my game then.”

Mia moves to straddle him. “Please don’t,” she replies with her hands on his chest. “I would end up ugly crying, like, all the time.”

“Ugly crying, huh?” he asks and removes her hands from underneath his shirt where she had been trying to push it up. “Now I know what the goal is.”

“I am serious, Angel Reyes, do not,” she warns and starts fighting for control of her hands so she can continue to undress him. “Let me go! I want to make it up to you,” she insists as they begin to wrestle.

Angel rolls them over and pins her hands above her bed. She tries extremely hard not to get turned on, but fails miserably. “I don’t want you to make it up to me,” he tells her once she stops struggling. “I did this out of the goodness of my heart and making it up to me implies that I did it for something in return.”

Warmth spreads from Mia’s chest down to her toes. “Okay, then, can we fuck just because I’m horny then? It has nothing to do with me being incredibly grateful for what you’ve done.”

“You sure?” he questions and tightens his hold when she begins to resist again.

“Nothing at all,” she confirms as she squirms. “I just realized why you’re so good with your hands and I want to feel them all over me.”

“Alright then,” Angel lets go and sits back on his haunches. “Strip, everything off.”

“You’re sitting on me,” Mia reminds him with a raised eyebrow.

“I’ll help with the bottom stuff, but I think you can handle the top,” he tells her while pulling his own shirt off. “Hurry up, I wanna see if I can get you to do that ugly crying thing.”

Mia glares at him once the top is over her head. “Do not. This mascara is not waterproof.”

“Not my problem. I’m always prepared,” he replies while flashing a condom in front of her face, “it’s time you start to be too.”

She rolls her eyes while undoing her bra. “I can’t believe you’re about to get laid after saying that.”

Angel grins and starts to take off her pants. “I’ve gotten laid after saying tons of dumb shit. It’s the pretty face that gets the panties to drop,” he says before sliding her cheeky lace underwear down. “What my mouth can do helps though. So, get up, you’re gonna sit on my face.”

“Geez, bossy,” she mumbles but readily slips out from underneath him and onto her knees.

“You’re into it,” he murmurs before pressing his lips against hers as his hands slide down her bare sides.

“Only when your mouth or dick are involved,” Mia says, breathless, when they pull away.

Angel grins as his hand slides between her legs. “We’ll see about that.”

About an hour later, Mia makes her way downstairs looking for Angel. Guys have it so much easier, she thinks. All they gotta do after sex is get dressed. Being the handsy motherfucker her boy is, Mia looks like she’s been through a tornado after they’re done, and needs put together, not to mention a moment to pee. He just throws away the condom and zips up before sauntering off.

“Angel?” she calls after not seeing him in the living room or upon entering the kitchen.

“Outside!” she hears and notices the back door slightly ajar.

Mia finds him outside on a lawn chair, the kind people lay out on next to a pool, apparently something else she has inherited from Bishop’s previous tenants. Angel is holding a beer in one hand, a cigarette in the other. “Room for me?”

Angel tilts his head back to look at her before parting his legs. “Always for you.” She lifts a leg of her own and swings it around to straddle his hips. “Beer?”

She nods and takes a sip before handing it back. “So,” she starts and stares at him expectantly.

“Sooo?” he echoes while taking a swig.

“So, you paint?”

Suddenly, the beer becomes interesting, as it’s all he can look at now. “I did.”

“Osito, you just pulled a Michelangelo on my bedroom ceiling. You paint, present tense,” Mia insists.

“I… relapsed,” he attempts to joke, but Mia shakes her head and lifts his chin.

“You know you can talk to me, right? We don’t just have sex, at least, that’s not all this is for me,” she admits with a tint of pink in her cheeks. “You’re like my best friend and I don’t say that easily. I’m not really one for friends.”

“I don’t believe that shit for a second,” Angel immediately disagrees with one last puff of his cigarette before flicking the cherry off the tip and turning his head so the gray smoke doesn’t hit her face. “But, if you gotta know, and I know you won’t shut the fuck up until I tell you,” he goes on and she grins in triumph, “my mom liked to paint. It was her thing. It was mainly religious shit, you know,” he says with a shrug, “but she was really good. She even has a piece hanging in the church we went to growing up.” He stops to smile, and Mia can’t help but mirror it, the genuine happiness coming from him infectious. “I remember when it first got displayed, my dad told everyone his wife painted it. I swear, he worked it into every single fucking conversation somehow.”

“And she passed it on to you?”

Angel puts the beer bottle down and wraps his arms around her waist, his hands resting on her ass. “Not really, I mean, not intentionally, I guess. I was an angry kid, it started in junior high, back when I was a chubby fuck. I punched a few holes in the walls, and every time they made me fix it, but that just made me angrier,” he says and looks passed her head. “I don’t know, I guess it pissed me off that they made me patch them up without really asking what was wrong? My mom tried, but—” he stops and shakes his head, “she wasn’t the one I wanted to open up to.”

“You wanted your dad,” Mia states and Angel nods, his eyes meeting hers again.

“One day I got sent home from school for fighting and my mom had to come get me. Pop wouldn’t leave the shop, said it wouldn’t matter if he did, that I wouldn’t listen to him anyway,” he continued, “maybe he was right, I don’t know.”

Mia slips her hands under his shirt, her fingers drawing endless loops and shapes on his bare skin. “What was the fight about, do you remember?”

Angel nods slowly. “They used to call EZ Kodak because of his memory. Some asshole cornered him in the bathroom, had a friend hold him down while he pushed some sleazy magazine in his face and told him to remember it because it would be the only naked girl he ever saw or some shit. I was chubby, but EZ was as thin as a fucking rail. That kid’s metabolism is no joke,” he comments with a faraway look in his eyes, like he’s reliving the memory. “I found out and took the fucker down. I remember being pulled off him and looking at EZ, he was so embarrassed. Before they took me away, he asked me not to tell, so I didn’t. I didn’t tell what the kid did to him, and the little dick didn’t fess up to what he did either, so all they knew was that I held him down and kicked his ass.”

“That… sucks. It definitely made you look bad,” Mia points out with a stink face. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I’m his big brother, I do what I gotta do,” Angel says easily, and she knows without a second thought he would do it again. “I expected to come home and go straight to my room or have a list of shit to do around the house. Instead, Mom brought me outside to the patio. There was this big, white canvas and a bunch of paint. She told me to paint my feelings. I thought it was stupid as fuck.”

Mia smiles, picturing little Angel looking at his mom with his ‘the fuck is this?’ expression and it’s definitely a funny image. “But you started painting?”

“I did it to just get it over with so I could go to my room, but I don’t know, it helped me get aggression out,” he admits. “My mom did religious realism, but I was super into abstract. I was throwing fucking paint around so fast my chubby ass worked up a sweat,” he chuckles at the memory. “It didn’t turn into anything, just a big shit colored blur, but it was better than punching a hole in the wall I had to fix the next day. Every time I got angry my mom had a canvas for me. I learned, I developed my own style, and I started taking classes at school. Sometimes I even watched my mom, asked her questions, and helped her a little bit. It became our thing.”

“That’s sweet,” Mia comments, her fingers now scratching at his happy trail as they often do.

Angel’s lips slowly stretch into a wistful smile. “I got real into charcoal for a while. Fuck, everything was covered in it. EZ hated it since we shared a room. My mom was annoyed because of the laundry, but she never said anything. Eventually, I settled on acrylic as my main medium. I would have so many fucking layers that it would take so fucking long to dry. I kept stealing her hair dryer to make it dry faster. She got so annoyed she bought me my own.”

“What did you do with all your work? I would like to see them, but I don’t think there is anything hanging at your place, or the clubhouse, or—”

“When she died, I quit,” Angel cuts her off. “It was our thing, and without her…” he trails off with a shake of his head, “I didn’t want to do it anymore, or be reminded of it. I stashed all my shit in the basement, it’s still there unless Pop tossed it.”

“What about her stuff?”

“It’s at the house, Pop still has a few displayed, has all her supplies exactly where she left them. I swear he turned parts of the house into a shrine. I could barely go in there right after she died and—” he falters, his voice deep and his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Um, I kept what she made for me in my old bedroom. I couldn’t look at it every day, I still can’t,” he admits. “I don’t know how Pop does it.”

Mia’s hands move to rest on his chest, rubbing softly to comfort him. “It’s okay that it still hurts, osito,” she assures him, and he drops his head while nodding. “The more you bury it, the more it hurts when it come out,” she whispers and kisses his head, her hands framing his face now.

“I didn’t—” Angel stammers and coughs to clear the knot in his throat. “EZ and I weren’t as close when we were teenagers, we had different shit going on in our lives, but I always had my ma. Sometimes I told her shit she didn’t even wanna hear, you know,” he chokes out and keeps shaking his head, but Mia keeps her hands firm. “We were closer than they know. Pop and EZ had each other, they talked all the time, but she was the person I talked to. With her gone…”

“I know,” she murmurs and kisses his forehead, his temple, anything she can while he refuses to look at her. “I’m here, mi angelito, I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere,” she promises over and over, her voice soft and hopefully soothing to him. She knows he’s settled a bit when he takes one of her hands in his and opens it to kiss the palm, a silent thank you she accepts. “Did your dad or EZ ever mention anything about it? About you not painting anymore?”

Angel shrugs nonchalantly and picks his head up. His eyes are glassy, and his cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but she simply kisses each one chastely to let him know it’s okay. “EZ mentioned it a few times, but I told him to shut the fuck up and he did. I told him to shut the fuck up a lot when she died. He learned to stop pushing and I stopped giving a fuck about pretty much everything.”

“Is that why he went after the person who killed her, and you didn’t?” Mia asks, and instantly regrets it, but Angel doesn’t move or retreat into himself, even if he does tense up considerably.

His hands find her ass again, a way of comforting himself, she thinks. “EZ kept wanting it to be more than a robbery, more than just a senseless murder. It was like he couldn’t see anyone wanting to do wrong by her because she was like a saint.”

“But you could?”

Angel looks her in the eye now. “There’s a lot of evil people in the world. Our mother wasn’t spared because she was a good person. Good people get the shit end of the stick all the time. Ezekiel is the smartest person I know, but he couldn’t wrap his head around that. It ate at him. Sometimes I think if I didn’t push him away I could have helped him, stopped him, something. But I was too busy doing anything I could to not think about it, about her, what happened, that my little brother had to be the one to find her, that my father got his heart broken, and how fucking lonely I was with her gone.”

“Hey, everyone deals with shit in their own way,” Mia assures him. “EZ wanted to fix it, bring her killer to justice. You tried to ignore it because you couldn’t deal with the pain. What happened isn’t your fault, it’s not your brother’s either. And EZ doing what he did… he’s too headstrong to have let it go. It probably still would have gone down, but instead of your dad losing one son to the prison system, he would have lost two.”

Angel chuckles and licks his lips. “He lost me a long time ago. Ever since EZ was a toddler I lived in his shadow. He was the golden boy, the sports star, he was supposed to get out of here, be someone important. There were no aspirations for me, no dream to follow, it was all on EZ. He and Pop were always close, always reading shit, having these meaningful conversations that would stop as soon as I walked into the room. When EZ got locked up it was like Pop had nothing left because not only was his wife gone, but his best friend was too.”

“Angel—”

“It was the loneliest fucking year of my life until the club came to town,” he cuts her off, his hands pulling her closer. “I started to prospect as soon as possible. It’s a family, and I hadn’t had one since my mom died, and fuck, I needed something, anything, to hold on to. It wasn’t what my mom would have wanted, but I had to stop pretending things were gonna be different between me and Pop. I’m never gonna be like EZ and he never tried to understand me, even after EZ went away. Every Sunday I went to the house for dinner and we barely said five words to each other that weren’t about sports. Every holiday was a letdown. I’d stop at the shop a few times a week to check in, just to make sure he was okay. He’d give me meat and send me away.”

“What about now that EZ’s home?”

He sighs. “It’s better, I guess. He has his buddy back. Sunday dinners are more lively. He accepts the club a bit more now that EZ’s a prospect, but it’s still the same with me and him.”

“But now you have your brother back,” Mia insists, her voice hopeful.

At that, Angel smiles, and it’s real. “I do. I forgot how much I missed him, how much I love him. The MC kept me busy, but having him back, and prospecting? Sometimes I feel like we’ve never been closer.”

“At least you have that. Only child over here, remember?” she reminds him. “Bishop’s done so much for me that I can never thank him enough, but having a sibling is different. I would be in a room full of people and still feel completely alone. There’s just stuff you can’t tell your dad.”

“I asked Bishop what happened to your dad, to Valentino,” Angel confesses, and Mia’s eyebrows raise. “All he said was that he was shot.”

Mia looks down at their laps and nods. “He was. Eleven times.”

“Damn.”

She peers back up and shrugs. “The risk comes with the life, and my dad wanted to be part of the Mayans ever since Tio started it, Bishop too.”

“Wait, you call Marcus Alvarez Tio?” Angel asks, his face almost comical.

Mia can’t help but smile, even with their topic of conversation being what it is. “Yeah, I know you guys all see him as your beloved Padrino, but to me, he’s the guy who did something completely over the top at every single birthday of mine until I was, like, sixteen,” she explains, her lips still curved upwards. “I mean, when I was eight, he brought a pony to my party. A fucking pony. When I turned eleven, he got me a trampoline and put it at the clubhouse. It was broken before I turned twelve, but it was fun while it lasted.”

“Well, now I know what to ask him for my birthday,” Angel comments and she barks out a laugh. “Your pop was from Oakland?”

“Yep, born and raised. He and Bop grew up together, and what Bishop wanted my dad wanted too. They had similar backgrounds—immigrant parents, hard home lives, just not an easy upbringing. They came up together and quickly became part of Tio’s inner circle once they were patched in.”

“What happened?”

Mia moves her hands his chest and starts wringing them together. “There was some new MC trying to make a name for themselves,” she starts, and Angel’s hands make their way to hers, linking them together. “I guess they figured what better way to do that than to take out the president of the mother chapter of the Mayans?”

“Dumb fucks,” Angel swears with a shake of his head. “That shit doesn’t make you legit, it starts fucking wars.”

“Yeah,” Mia murmurs. “They were in Oakland doing business and my dad saw the windows go down. He pushed Tio to the ground and pulled out his gun. He took most of the hit. Bishop took one in the arm himself. My dad was dead within a few minutes, before the police even got there, or so I’m told.”

“I’m sorry,” Angel says quietly. “You were five, right?”

She nods. “Bishop insisted on being the one to tell me and my mom. I remember her screaming and falling to the ground, then Bishop coming over to me,” she recalls, blinking to keep her eyes clear. “He told me, and I refused to believe him. I started hitting him actually, and he had just gotten shot so even though I was five it had to of fucking hurt. Eventually he just bear hugged me until I started crying.”

“And then he stepped up for your dad.”

Mia nods. “After the funeral, I wouldn’t let Bishop leave my sight. I would throw the biggest tantrum if he left. And my tantrums weren’t just screaming and crying like other kids. I went fucking postal. I threw shit, broke whatever was in my way. I would get so worked up I made myself sick. Tio gave Bop some time off from club stuff to help me and my mom, to spend time with me so I wouldn’t turn into the Tasmanian Devil every time he left the room.”

“You know, I’ve heard you talk about Bishop raising you, what you remember about your dad, but this is the most I’ve heard about your mom,” Angel mentions. “There a reason for that?”

“There isn’t much to know about her. Personally, I think it should take more than giving birth to make you a mother, because she gave birth to me, but that’s all she ever did. She’s no mother,” Mia states.

“It was like that even before your dad died?”

“She was there? I don’t know, I mean, Bishop says she was involved, but I have no memories of it. Maybe I held onto what I remember of my dad because I knew I wouldn’t be able to make more memories. But after he died, she just spiraled. Started drinking a lot, when that stopped doing the trick she turned to pills, and then graduated to heroin by the time I was ten.”

“She never got with anyone else?” he questions, his fingers playing with hers.

“Oh, she got with plenty,” Mia assures him. “Whatever she had to do to get her fix, she did.”

“I meant, not another Mayan?” he corrects.

Mia makes a face. “The thing about my mom is, well, she’s a user. She liked being with someone in the club, the respect you got from the girls who weren’t, the looks on the street when someone knew you were an old lady. My parents don’t have this big romantic love story like yours,” she goes on. “My mom was going back and forth between my dad and Bishop before she got pregnant. She would fight with my dad then get with Bishop, when that went south she’d go back to my dad. When she got pregnant she actually didn’t know who the father was.”

“Oh.”

Mia smiles a little. “Bop used to joke that I was one of the luckiest girls in the world because most guys bail in that situation, but they fought over me. They both wanted me, and they both wanted her too. Eventually, they got a test and Valentino Flores was crowned lucky winner of the sperm race. They got married when she was six months pregnant.”

“Bish didn’t want her after?”

“He did, actually,” she answers. “But the heroin got in the way. It turns out that is my mom’s one true love, not my dad, not Bishop, and certainly not me. Bishop refused to make her his old lady until she got clean and was able to take care of me. And, with her and Bop’s history, not to mention my dad’s, no other Mayan would get with her out of respect. It kinda pissed her off because she liked being a kept woman, you know.”

“She’s still not clean now, I’m gathering,” Angel pieces together.

“Nah. She never is. The longest she’s made it is six months. Every couple years or so she comes around wanting to be with Bishop, wanting to get clean, wanting to be together ‘as a family’. He falls for it every time, but I know better. I hate it because he get his hopes up, wastes so much money putting her through rehab, getting her everything she wants when she says she’s clean, then a few weeks later she’s gone and takes everything she can with her. His cash, whatever valuables she could get her hands on. She even sold one of his guns once, one of the .45s that had the Mayan insignia on it and shit.”

“Damn,” Angel swears. “Pop and I were never close, but he was still there. I knew no matter what happened he’d bail me out of whatever jam I got myself into, that I’d always have somewhere to go, a warm meal to eat,” he goes on with a shake of his head. “I couldn’t imagine not being close with my ma. That sucks, I’m sorry.”

Mia shrugs and leans against his chest, her arms snuggled between them. “My mom needs to be the center of attention, something she stopped being when I was born. The only thing she loves as much as heroin, is herself. I was never more than dollar signs to her, the Mayans supported her because of me, and she knew it,” she exhales, content as his large, warm hands rub up and down her back. “I’ve never known different. It was Bishop who made sure I stayed in school, got me into dance classes when I wanted them, signed me up for kickboxing because he wanted me to be able to protect myself. He’s the reason I’m alive,” she admits. “Well, him and Esai.”

“Esai Alvarez Esai?” Angel asks, pulling away enough to look her in the eye.

Mia nods with a ghost of a smile on her face. “Yeah, we were raised together. I think they wanted us to be like brother and sister. I mean, we have pictures of us in the bath when we were little, but that’s not the way it went.”

“You and Esai Alvarez?” he questions, his expression dumbfounded.

“Do you know another one?” she wonders in a giggle.

“No, I just—he, I mean, he’s fucking married to the club. He’s gonna be king, you know,” he comments and pulls her back against his chest. “I’ve never seen him with the same girl for more than a couple hours.”

“That was one of our problems. I couldn’t,” she stops and sighs, “I get there are rules. What happens on a run stays on a run, he could get his dick sucked whenever I wasn’t around, that shit happens but I—I never got right with it. It’s why we were on and off for about seven years. He’d go on a run and he’d come home looking so fucking guilty and would deny it up and down, but I knew. He’d admit it, we’d break up, he’d fight to win me back, and eventually I would give in,” she goes on and shakes her head. “He was my first everything, I couldn’t let go, I wouldn’t at the time. I had only two people I truly let in my life that I knew would love me no matter what, and he was one of them.”

“Wait,” Angel says, his mind churning. “La que se escapo,” he whispers to himself.

“Oh, fuck,” Mia groans.

“You’re the tattoo on his arm, the one that got away,” he continues. “Gilly asked once, he told him to fuck off.”

“Sounds about right,” she laughs. “He got the tattoo for my birthday. My birthday, his tattoo, fucked up, right? But he didn’t get ‘the one that got away’ until we broke up for the final time. I was pissed, but—he had to do something with it. I covered mine up.”

“You had one? Of him, I mean?”

“Kind of, I had the, uh, the old lady tattoo on my arm,” she answers as she shifts to reveal her skull tattoo to him, the one that got them talking in the first place. “I covered it with the tattoo for my dads. I’d always wanted something for them, and a guy I knew said he’d be able to cover it easily enough,” she says and pulls her jacket back up. “Fuck, that pissed him off. To Sai, that meant we were really over. He refused to cover his, did that instead,” she goes on. “Told me that I would be the only woman he would ever marry, so if it wasn’t me, it wouldn’t be anyone, and so there was no reason to get rid of the tat. I’m sure he’ll get someone knocked up one day and she’ll be his old lady, and she’ll be able to accept the shit I wasn’t able to.”

“Not the life for you, huh?” Angel asks with an eyebrow raised.

“It could be,” Mia insists. “I understand being in the club, loving it, putting it above most of the things in your life, but I need to be the one thing that it’s more important than. Not that I would ever make him choose, I respect the MC too much for that, but—I need to know that I’m number one. Sai couldn’t do that, no matter how hard he tried. I realized I was trying making him into someone he wasn’t, and I loved him too much to do that,” she explains. “He really tried the last two years. He’d opt out of runs, spend every spare moment he had with me, was completely transparent, but—he would get so angry sometimes. It made him feel like I was keeping him from the club, but I wasn’t, not intentionally, I just didn’t trust him. He had too curious of a dick.”

“I can’t believe I didn’t piece this together sooner. Of course, you knew E, why wouldn’t you? And that tattoo, it’s really you,” Angel mutters more to himself than her. “I feel like a fucking idiot.”

“He got it when I turned eighteen and he asked me to be his old lady. I was so happy, I thought that things would be different, and they were for a little. Bishop was pissed off because I moved in with him, but I was eighteen, he couldn’t stop me. Of course, I was back and forth between break-ups,” she mentions as an afterthought.

“This relationship, it sounds great, by the way,” he teases.

Mia laughs a little. “When it was great, it really fucking was. When it wasn’t, we were toxic, and I didn’t see it until later. He never hit me or shit like that, Bishop would have killed him if he did, but I saw what he did as cheating, and he didn’t. It made me feel like I wasn’t enough even though he swore up and down it wasn’t about me,” she continues. “And, like you said, he’s gonna be king. There is nothing he would choose over the club, and even though I would never ask, I needed to know I meant more, but I never would. When I finally accepted that I ended it. There were a few hiccups, and it was one of the hardest things I ever did. He was my best friend, he knew every single piece of me, you know?”

Angel shakes his head. “No, I don’t. I’ve never been with anyone like that.”

“You’ve never had a serious girlfriend?” Mia asks, biting her lip when Angel’s hands roam across her ribs, his fingers brushing against her bra. “I don’t believe that.”

“I’ve had girlfriends, but never like you’re talking about. The most serious one was in high school, which sounds fucked up when you’re thirty-one,” he says, a hint of a chuckle in his voice. “But I also haven’t been looking for anything serious.”

“What happened to her?”

“Her name was Adelita. I knew her from school, we were in the same year, but I guess you could say we met at church. Mom made us go every Sunday, rain or shine, sick or healthy,” he states, but then rethinks it. “Well, if we were, like, projectile vomiting or some shit we got out of it, but that meant she had to stay home too, and we knew how much church meant to her.”

“You were pickin’ up girls at church, Reyes?” Mia teases with a rock of her hips.

“Querida, I can pick up girls anywhere,” he answers with a knowing smile. “Anyways, she helped out a lot at church, and my mom would always guilt me and EZ into helping with whatever fundraiser or cause they were involved in every few months. We were working a booth together during the end of summer carnival and I was doing more flirting than working—”

“What? I do not believe that for a second. You have to be lying—ah!” Mia stops in a squeak when Angel tickles her sides.

“It’s my love language, mi dulce, literally,” he jokes. “One minute we’re working the booth, the next my mom is there and inviting her to dinner. It just kind of escalated from there. She wasn’t my first girlfriend, but she was the first I think I actually loved.”

“You think?”

“Looking back, I think I was trying so hard to be someone I wasn’t for her. I tried to be into the things she was, I wanted to care as much as she did about everything she did, but—I think I just wanted my mom to be proud of me for something, to have something for her to gush about to her friends what was about me for once and not EZ,” he admits.

“I didn’t know your mom,” Mia states the obvious, “but I know she had things to be proud of you for. It’s easy to see how much you loved your mother, how you would do anything for her, you even shared a hobby with her. So, I know damn well she gushed about you, Angel Reyes, so you shush right now.”

Angel smiles and presses a soft kiss to her lips. “Thank you.”

“What happened? With Adelita?” she asks.

“Just didn’t work out. We really didn’t have all that much in common. I mean, I like helping people, I still donate to the church and to causes and shit, but spending every waking hour asking people for money, going door to door to give out pamphlets and shit? Man, I felt like I couldn’t fuck my girlfriend without getting money from someone else first,” he says, and Mia can’t help but laugh. “Besides, she went into the Peace Corps after high school and I knew that shit was not for me. We ended with no hard feelings.”

“And nothing since? No one serious?” Mia asks.

“After Mom died, I didn’t want serious. I just picked up girls to fuck ‘em. And ever since I’ve been in the club, I’ve been happy to sleep with whatever hang around was paying attention,” he answers honestly. “Besides, it takes a lot to be with someone in the club, you gotta deal with more than the average bullshit a guy puts you through.”

“Oh, I know,” she confirms.

“You also don’t know who actually wants you for you or because of the leather,” he adds on. “Like your mom, being an old lady is all some chicks want, it doesn’t matter who gets them the title.”

“So many girls hated me when I was with Esai, even after we broke up because they knew how much we still meant to each other. None of the girls understood, to them I had everything. If Esai was going to be king, I would have been queen, but being an old lady wasn’t my end goal. Being with Esai was. This one particular puta, Bianca, fuck, every time she could she was tryin’ to get her nails in him. When we broke up, she thought it was like open season. I was in more than one fight with that bitch,” she says with a vengeful look in her eye.

“I would pay to see that shit,” Angel insists, and Mia pushes on his shoulder as he laughs. “What? I know you can fight, Bishop’s gone on about it, how many matches you won when you were in kickboxing.”

“Yeah, that’s why they guys were always quick to hold me back, they knew I could do some serious damage,” she mutters grimly. “All I wanted was five minutes alone with her, still do. She was all talk and I hate that.”

“You’re still close with E, then?”

Mia looks down, mostly out of shame. “I was. When Bop and I had our falling out I wanted away from all things having to do with the MC. I was so sick of him bailing out my mom and never taking my side with her. Esai tries to stay out of shit when it comes to my mom. He fucking hates her, but he respects Bop’s feelings about her, so he didn’t back me up. I cut him out too and haven’t had the lady balls to reach back out. This is the longest we’ve gone without talking since we broke up. I needed time away from him then to get over him, you know. That, and every time we hung out right after we ended up fucking.”

“I don’t know if I want to be in love like that,” Angel admits and starts to light another cigarette.

“Like me and E?”

“Maybe, I guess, more like my parents,” he answers before inhaling. “I saw what happens when it ends. My dad still isn’t the same, almost ten years later.”

“That’s where we differ—you don’t know if you want it, but I don’t know if I’m capable of it,” Mia confesses.

“I don’t know if I believe that,” Angel comments.

Mia’s eyebrows raise as she makes a face at him. “I loved Esai, but—I never trusted him so I never completely let myself go with him. I trust him with my life, but my heart? I barely trust myself with that shit,” she stops and shakes her head in shame. “The relationship I ended when I came out here…” she trails off and holds her face in her hands so he can't see her shame.

“Hey,” Angel pulls on her wrists softly, but they don’t budge. “Hey, talk to me, baby,” he pleads quietly. “You’re my best friend too, you never have to be afraid to tell me shit.”

“It was bad,” she confesses, her voice barely above a whisper. “It didn’t start that way, and—fuck,” she swears while trying to hold back tears, hating herself for getting so upset. “When Bishop and I had our falling out, he was brought into the fight.”

“Your ex?” he questions while finally removing her palms from her cheeks.

“Yeah, his name’s Jay—Jason, actually,” she corrects herself. “We had just started dating when my mom OD’ed, again, and we weren’t serious, but,” she stops and shakes her head, “I mentioned it when we got into it, how the guy I was dating was a normal law-abiding citizen and being there, trying to figure out what detox program to get my mom in, it shouldn’t have to be my normal, his either.”

“What did Bish say?”

“That it didn’t matter, she’s family and you do what you have to for family,” Mia recites from memory. “I said that she wasn’t my family, and she didn’t give a shit about him, and until she decided to get help herself nothing he did would matter,” she pauses to wipe at the corners of her eyes in an attempt to rid the pool of tears. “And he said he raised me better than to not care about my own mother and he was ashamed of me.”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Angel coos when tears start to fall. “It’s alright, c’mere,” he murmurs while pulling her into a hug.

“He’d never said that before, that he was ashamed of me,” she manages to get out in between shaky breaths. “I’d been arrested, kept in holding cells, tried drugs I told him I never would, made so many bad decisions he found about after the fact, but he’d never said he was ashamed of me.”

“He wasn’t, he’s not,” he assures her. “You don’t hear the way he talks about you when you’re not around, the joy in his eyes, how excited her gets. He loves you more than anything, mi dulce, please believe that.”

Mia nods against his chest, sniffling. “It hurt. What he said hurt, it hurt that it felt like he kept choosing her over me hurt, that he continued to believe her and not even listen to me, it really hurt. And I wanted to make him hurt too, so I said that I was done with it all—her, him, the MC, and that I would be better off with my cookie-cutter new boyfriend who would be able to give me a normal life.”

“It was a fight, everyone says shit during fights,” Angel responds in an attempt to console her.

“Yeah, but I made good on it. I stopped going to the clubhouse, I ignored Esai’s calls and texts, I didn’t check in with Bop the way I used to. I dug my heels in, and so did he,” she sniffs. “I fucked up. I made Jay out to be like Captain America and he wasn’t, I was just so angry, and so I tried everything to make it work to prove I was right. I gave in way too much, let him make me feel like I was crazy, isolate me, and control everything, and I mean everything,” she stops as her eyes well up again. “Fuck.”

Angel holds her tighter and presses kisses against her hair, shoulders, anywhere he has access to. “I’m right here, baby, I’m not going anywhere,” he promises.

“If Bishop knew what happened between me and Jay,” Mia says while wiping her cheeks, “he would be ashamed of me, it wouldn’t just be words.”

“Why do you say that?” Angel asks after a silent moment, his voice firm, cautious.

Mia shakes her head. “Never mind, forget I said anything,” she says and makes a move to get up, but he holds her down.

“No, I ain’t forgetting shit,” he tells her. “Talk to me.”

“It doesn’t matter, okay?” Mia insists and pulls free from his hold. “I got out of it, that’s what’s important. I’m here and made things right with Bishop and, and,” she falters and looks him in the eye, “I met you. My best friend.”

“I know you want me to let this shit go, babe, but—”

“No, no buts,” she cuts him off. “I need you to trust me when I say I handled it.”

Angel takes in a deep breath and stands with her. “Alright.”

“That’s it?” Mia asks, surprised.

“We’re best friends, right? If you say you handled it, then I believe you. That’s what best friends do,” he answers. “Especially ones that sleep together.”

“See, this is why we’re perfect for each other,” she insists while wrapping arms around his middle. “We’re best friends, we trust each other, and you don’t want to fall in love while I don’t think I ever truly can. We get the fun without the responsibilities of the relationship.”

Angel smiles softly before kissing her. “Well, when you put it that way…” he trails off and kisses her again.

They are interrupted by Angel’s phone buzzing in his pocket. He tugs it out and answers it immediately after looking at the caller. The conversation is quick, one she’s heard too many times before, but understands all the same. He’s needed at the clubhouse.

“I gotta go,” he sighs, but makes no move to let her go. “Thanks.”

“For what?” Mia asks, her chin resting on his chest as she looks up at him.

“Thanks for listening,” he whispers before kissing her gently. “I haven’t—I don’t talk about my mom, it’s just something I avoid, but it felt good talking about her with you.”

“Any time,” Mia says and pushes her lips against his in a barely-there kiss. “Me and Bop talk about my dad all the time. It was hard at first, but it makes it easier, I think. It helps keep your memories too.”

He nods. “Noted. You coming to the clubhouse?” he asks as they start to make their way back through the house and to their vehicles.

She shakes her head while leaning against her car. “Nah. If you got called in that means you guys are gonna be in templo for a bit and I’m tired. I was running around with Letty all day, remember?”

Angel puts his helmet on as he nods. “That girl does tire you out. Her mouth alone never stops moving.”

“Shut up, she loves you guys,” Mia scolds him with a smack to his chest.

“I never said she ain’t family, she’s just a teenage girl. I stopped being interested in them once I hit twenty,” he replies.

“Coming from your current sex partner, that’s good to know,” she jokes in return.

“Ooh, sex partner, I love it when you talk dirty. Say it again,” Angel instructs.

“Sex partner,” Mia says in a sultry tone.

They start to move closer to kiss again, but his phone goes off. “Fuckin’ Boy Scout,” he swears and pulls his phone out and declines his brother’s phone all. “Such a fuckin’ pissant.”

“You love him. Go, they’ll start to wonder where you are,” she encourages. “Thank you, again, for my ceiling.”

Angel’s leg swings over his bike and with a kick the engine roars to life. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I just made the call to get it done when you asked, remember?” he says with a wink.

Mia nods with a knowing smile and watches him pull away while berating herself for even bringing up Jay, let alone talking about what their relationship was like with Angel.

She makes a mental note. It will never happen again.

CHAPTER 4

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iamvegorott · 5 years ago

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A Lifetime Chapter 5

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Letters

Hey Illinois, I think it’d be cool if we were penpals, a lot of the other guys here have them. I’m not sure how to start this off but Jimmy the Pickle said that asking questions if a good way to start, so… How old are you? Got any pets? Why Illinois? -Yancy

Hi Yancy, I’m glad to hear back from you! I’m the same age as you actually, a couple of weeks younger and I don’t have any pets. It’s from something a friend of mine gave me. It also just sounds cool, right? I want to travel the world and gather unknown treasures and a cool name would be better than a normal one, right? Is his name actually ‘Jimmy the Pickle’ or is there some really weird story about that? -Illinois

Yo Illinois, Jimmy just really likes pickles and that became his nickname. Shithole Hank has his nickname because he makes great toilet wine, I haven’t had any and I don’t think I will any time soon. I have a friend back in my hometown that wanted to be an adventurer too! If you ever run into him, his name’s Howard. He’s a smart guy and you’ll get along with him easily. -Yancy

Yo Yancy, I’ll be sure to keep an eye out for your friend if he’s anything like you I bet he’s awesome. And please don’t have toilet wine -Illinois

x~x~x

“One more, one more!” Jimmy shouted above Yancy as he strained to lift the weighted bar up. “Come on, Yancy!” Yancy let out a shout himself when he managed to get the bar on the latch. His arms flopped down and he was gasping for air.

“He’s lifting more than a weigh,” Bam-Bam said before tossing a baseball to Sparkles.

“He works out every day with Jimmy, why are you shocked?” Tiny said before Sparkles tossed her the ball next.

“Lifting almost double in a year, that’s impressive.” Jimmy laughed as he helped Yancy to his feet. “Don’t expect it to be this fast from here on out, I’m not gonna break ya.”

“I can’t feet my arms,” Yancy whined.

“Yanc, wanna play?” Sparkles asked.

“Yeah!” Yancy quickly got over his pain and rushed over to his gang.

“Remember when we could bounce back like that?” Hank asked with a laugh.

“I still can, old man.” Jimmy scoffed.

x~x~x

Illy! It’s our five-year anniversary! We’re practically married according to prison standards -Yancy

Yanc! I didn’t think you’d be so forward!? Should I call my mom? -Illinois

Dearest Illinois, Fuck yeah! -Yancy

x~x~x

“You two have a record for penpals,” Jimmy commented.

“We do?” Yancy asked, folding up his newest letter for Illinois.

“‘Round here most people give up before even a year, you two have five under your belts and you’re still going strong.” Jimmy pushed his tray towards Bam-Bam, letting him have his pudding.

“I’ve gone through four while you still have one.” Sparkles said.

“You two have something special.” Hank let out a hum.

“He’s just cool.” Yancy shrugged.

“You’re eighteen, you could invite him over for a visit.” Hank winked and Yancy’s face went bright red.

“Sh-shut up!”

“Gross, I don’t want to think of Yanc like that.” Tiny scrunched up her face.

“Looks like someone really likes their penpal.” Jimmy joined in on the teasing.

“Yous wanna fight!? I’ll throw down!” Yancy stood up and Jimmy placed a hand on his shoulder and sat him right back down.

“Can’t fight your emotions, kid.”

x~x~x

Hey Yancy! I’m heading off on my first solo journey! I’ll be gone for about a month, wish me luck! -Illinois

Hey Illinois, Be safe, alright? -Yancy

x~x~x

“He’s been training as long as you have, I’m sure he’ll be fine,” Tiny said to Yancy as the young man leaned against her.

“I’m not worried,” Yancy grumbled. “I’m just…cold.”

“Sure ya are, bud.” Tiny patted Yancy’s back.

“He said a month and it’s been three.” Yancy rubbed his face. “What if he got hurt? What if he got bored of me ‘cause adventurin’ is much better? What if-”

“Yancy!” Bam-Bam called out as he ran into Yancy’s cell.

“Mail!” Sparkles shouted as well, tossing the letter to Yancy.

“What does it say?” Tiny asked as the other two crowded close and Yancy opened the envelope.

“I gotta read it first.” Yancy chuckled. “Hi, Yancy.” Yancy read out loud, knowing it’d be easier to explain if they just heard it. “Everything went great, got caught up in something that took a lot longer than I could ever imagine. Ever heard of Panda Heaven? Neither have I till I saw it. I’m heading out on another trip in a few weeks. Also, happy ten-year anniversary!”

“Panda Heaven?” Bam-Bam titled his head. “What could that mean?”

“Who cares? Illinois is fine.” Tiny chuckled, catching that Yancy was smiling brightly at the letter, reading it to himself several more times.

x~x~x

Hi Yancy… My partner, ya know Marissa, she didn’t make it. This is the third one I’ve lost and I’m starting to think it’s my fault. Maybe I should stick to being alone on these things. -Illinois

Illy, It’s okay, bud. It happens. They signed up for a dangerous job and it’s not your fault that you’re the best out there. You got this! -Yancy

x~x~x

“Yous don’t think it’s too overdone, do ya?” Yancy asked, showing Tiny the picture he’s drawn. “I just want to make something nice for him.”

“You drew this?” Tiny stared at the drawing in awe. “When did you learn to do that?”

“I’ve been workin’ on it for a while. Been using those comic books to help.” Yancy explained.

“That’s so cool!” Bam-Bam reached over the table and pointed at the drawing. “How long did it take you to shade that?”

“A very long time, now be careful or you’ll smudge it.” Yancy yanked the picture away.

“Wouldn’t want to smudge your face.” Bam-Bam chuckled.

“Do you think it’s weird that they’ve never seen each other after all these years?” Yancy went stiff when he heard some other prison mates talking at the table behind him.

“What if Illinois is lying about who he is?” The other man at the table said.

“Like, he’s actually just some boring dude who sits at an office desk all day?”

“That’s more believable than him being ‘an adventurer’.”

“Could you two shut your traps?” Jimmy said loudly and harshly, seeing Yancy slouch over. “It’s none of y’all’s fucking business.”

“Alright everyone, let’s get together for the talent show,” Murderslaughter called from the cafeteria entrance.

“You ready to sing, Yanc?” Tiny asked, popping up.

“Always!” Yancy perked up, the nagging thought taking a seat for now.

x~x~x

Illinois! Everyone loves my song! Even the warden! I wish you were here to see it! -Yancy

Dancy Yancy, What would you say if I told you there’s a chance? -Illinois

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bing-fucker · 5 years ago

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hc that when henrik is getting sum a dat Good Dick, he forgets English (hey, it's a hard second language to have) so he just starts babbling in German, but the thing about German is everything sounds angry, so his partner(s) are there, balls deep in him, like "Are you okay...? Do you need me to stop, is something wrong...?" afterwards henrik teaches them the German words for "don't stop" "fuck yeah" "keep going" and "more". he won't tell them the other things he says tho...

Okay I absolutely HAD to write this, there was no way I couldn't. Just. The idea of Henrik getting so overwhelmed that he can't think clear enough to speak English- Yes. Just yes. So anyway I couldn't decide if I wanted Chase or someone else so y'all get both Chase AND Jameson overwhelming our favorite doctor. Because I'm a slut for JJStein and SchneepleBro. It isn't the best, but I really like how it turned out! Poor Henrik needs to be fucked a bit more to get his stamina up, though...

Also I literally ALWAYS forget that Henrik's voice is actually pretty high-pitched. Like I constantly imagine him with a deeper voice than he actually has. Also, I don't know German, so I used online translators. So sorry if I fucked anything up.

Warnings: Language barriers, language kink, slight overstimulation, bondage, slight dehumanization (Chase treats Jameson more like a tool to use against Henrik than an active participant), daddy kink. As always, ask me to add any needed warnings.

Chase sighed unhappily as he looked at Henrik. The doctor was bent over his desk, working on some paperwork from the hospital that he'd brought home. Henrik had been busy lately. Very busy, and Chase knew his best friend well enough to know that it was by choice. But it was still stressing Henrik out, and Chase knew that wasn't going to do anyone any good.

"Okay," Chase sighed, walking over to Henrik's desk and startling the German out of whatever paperwork he was working on. "Up you get, dude. You're far too stressed to do this stuff."

"V'h- Chase, I need to do my v'ork, do not- V'hat are you doing!?" Henrik exclaimed, stumbling a bit as Chase pulled him out of his chair.

"There we go, dude," Chase said, smiling and gripping Henrik's shoulders. "You look stressed, dude. You need to get some sleep."

"I am not tired," Henrik replied, glowering over the top of his glasses, which had slipped down his nose at some point in Chase's manhandling. "I need to do v'ork. I haff a very limited time to z'his."

"You're gonna mess up if you stress yourself out," Chase replied. "If you won't sleep, let me help you relax."

"Relax?" Henrik quirked an eyebrow. "Und how, exactly, do you expect to do z'hat?"

"I have a few ideas," Chase responded, smirking lightly and delicately taking Henrik's glasses off.

"Chase Brody, v'hat are you doink v'iz'h my glasses?" Henrik demanded, reaching out for his glasses.

"Ah-ah-ah," Chase replied, setting the glasses on Henrik's desk and gently guiding the doctor over to his bed. "Helping you relax, dude!"

"You are stressing me out by takink mein glasses," Henrik protested, heavily sitting on the edge of his bed when Chase pushed him gently.

"Just relax for a bit," Chase laughed, walking over to Henrik's closet. "Your ties aren't, like, super expensive, right?"

"Nein," Henrik replied. "V'hy do you v'ant to know?"

"Because I know that you're a rope bunny," Chase replied, looking back at the suddenly blushing doctor. "Take your clothes off for me?"

"V'h- I- Ja, okay," Henrik stammered, standing and stumbling out of his trousers.

Chase turned back around, holding four scarves and watching Henrik pull off his sweater. "So your ties are too short to tie you up with, so I'm going to borrow some scarves."

"Not z'he pink v'one, z'he little v'one knit z'hat for me."

Chase shrugged and switched out the pink scarf for a different want before walking over to Henrik, quirking an eyebrow.

"I can't tie you up if you're sitting awkwardly on the edge of the bed, Henny," Chase laughed, tossing the scarves on the bed and starting to strip.

"Oh. Right." Henrik blushed and moved to the center of the bed, adjusting himself to laying spread eagle. Chase smirked and climbed between Henrik's legs, quickly tying his arms above his head.

"I haven't even touched you yet and you're already hard," Chase laughed, tightening the ties around Henrik's ankles. "There we go, buddy. All tied up and beautiful."

"Don't call me buddy v'hen you haff just tied me up," Henrik replied, blushing at the fact that his cock was already hard. It had been a while since he'd been touched, and that was exactly the excuse he was going to use if Chase decided to tease.

"What, you don't like me calling you buddy?" Chase laughed, pouring lube in his hand and gently stroking Henrik's cock as he leaned up and kissed the doctor's neck. Henrik gasped in response, thrusting up into Chase's fist.

"Sheiße," Henrik exclaimed, throwing his head back slightly.

"I love how sensitive you are," Chase laughed, pulling away from Henrik much to the doctor's displeasure. "Stay right here, Henny, gonna go grab some stuff."

"V'ell I'm not exactly going anyv'here anytime soon," Henrik replied, rolling his eyes. Chase smirked and pulled his jeans back on before leaving to his own room.

Henrik pouted for a second, squirming and trying to get any sort of friction. Which was frustrating, given Chase was very good at knots. Henrik whined softly, squirming more and making small, desperate noises.

"I see you just couldn't wait," Chase commented from the doorway, smirking slightly. Henrik looked over and glared weakly.

"Shut up," he replied, blushing brightly and panting. "It has been a v'hile."

"Oh, we can tell," Chase laughed, licking his lips lightly. "Sorry we were gone for so long."

"V'hat? 'V'e'?" Henrik questioned, blushing more when Chase stepped to the side and revealed a blushing Jameson.

"Jamie needed to be prepared," Chase explained, smirking at the sound Henrik made at the implication. "See, we decided that you might need more than just a good fuck if we want you to relax properly." Chase stepped further into the room and closed the bedroom door, guiding Jameson over to the bed and tied-up Henrik.

"V'ell z'his is certainly not v'hat I expected," Henrik commented, biting his lip and groaning as Chase stripped and settled back between his legs.

"No, I expect it isn't," Chase agreed, slowly stroking Henrik's cock again. Henrik whined and fucked up into Chase's hand, turning and pressing his head against his arm.

"Adorable," Chase commented, pulling away from Henrik and gently pulling Jameson onto the bed, stripping the small gentleman quickly. "Isn't he adorable like this, Jamie? So spread out and desperate for us?" Henrik turned his head to see Jameson's response, letting out a strangled moan at the scene he was met with. Chase smirked, continuing to slowly finger Jameson open.

"What a voyeur," Chase commented, smirking and manually positioning Jameson to be able to grind his cock against Henrik's. "Do you like this, Doctor~? Watching me tease our youngest, knowing he's going to help overwhelm you?"

"Oh, sheiße," Henrik moaned, grinding against Jameson's cock desperately. "Bitte, Chase, bitte~"

Chase smirked slightly. "You sound rather desperate," he commented. "But you're not quite prepared~" Henrik looked at Chase in contusion for half a second before a shocked moan escaped him as Chase pushed two fingers into his ass.

"Sh-shut up," Henrik panted, accent thicker than usual as he strained his arms against the ties.

"Hey, don't be snappy," Chase replied, smacking the inside of Henrik's thigh lightly and pouting. Henrik laughed weakly at the pout.

"Don't laugh!" Chase replied, frowning and pouting more. Henrik laughed more and, in response, Chase pressed his fingers against the doctor's prostate.

"Sohn einer Hündin!" Henrik yelped, straining more against his bonds and moaning deeply. "Ich brauche mehr~"

"There we go," Chase purred, pulling his fingers away. Henrik panted heavily and looked back at Chase and Jameson, biting his lip as Chase manhandled the youngest into kneeling above Henrik's cock.

"Remember to relax," Chase reminded as he guided Jameson onto Henrik's cock, stopping at just the head. Henrik moaned loudly, carelessly fucking up into Jameson. The small gentleman made a slightly panicked face as he lost his balance and took all of Henrik's cock in at once, opening his mouth for what could have been either a moan or a cry. Henrik moaned again, rocking his hips up desperately.

Chase hissed sympathetically, holding Henrik's hips still after a few moments. "Relax," he encouraged, slowly pushing his cock into Henrik with a moan of his own.

"Chase, Jameson, bitte beweg dich," Henrik whined, shuddering and squirming desperately.

Chase frowned and looked over Jameson's shoulder and at Henrik's face. "Henrik, are you okay?" Henrik whimpered and nodded. "Do you want us to move?" Henrik nodded again.

Chase grinned and gripped Henrik's hip with one hand and Jameson's with the other, setting a quick, alternating pace with Jameson's, thrusting inside when he moved Jameson up and pulled out when Jameson moved down.

"Ja! Bitte fahre forte!" Henrik moaned, squeezing his eyes shut and arching his back at the combination of pleasure.

"We're just getting started and you're already so desperate," Chase laughed breathily, slowing his thrusts so Henrik could completely feel the drag of his cock.

"V-vati, bitte~" Henrik whined, desperately trying to thrust both up against Jameson and down against Chase. "Vati, Ich muss kommen, vati, bitte~"

"This is about you," Chase reminded, angling his hips to brush against Henrik's prostate. "You do whatever you need to, Henny, go ahead~"

Henrik moaned desperately and thrust up into Jameson as he came, blacking out for half a minute at how hard he came. Chase panted and pulled out and helped Jameson off, not wanting to overstimulate Henrik too much.

"Hen?" Chase asked gently, untying Henrik. "You okay?"

Henrik blinked and nodded. "Ja..."

"You started speaking German," Chase laughed. "I got a bit worried."

"I'm all right," Henrik assured, accent thicker with tiredness. "I didn't last very long, did I?"

"You didn't," Chase agreed, laughing softly. "But it's okay. Like you said, it'd been a while."

"Did you finish?" Henrik asked weakly.

"Nah, but I can finish up with Jameson. You look even more exhausted than before."

"Hm," Henrik hummed, opening his eyes to look at Jameson and Chase properly and finding the gentleman already seated on Chase's cock. "Don't be too loud. I v'ant to sleep."

"You get some sleep," Chase replied, rocking his hips gently. "Hey, wait, before you do; What does 'vati' mean?"

Henrik squeaked and rolled away from Chase, blushing brightly as the younger started laughing.

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funtimebunnyblog · 4 years ago

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Diamante d’Italia: Chapter 5

(Chapter 5: Another day in paradise)

Josuke grit his teeth, his chin resting in his hand as he held the phone slightly away from his ear, though the guffaw that continued to ring out from the speaker could still be very much heard.

He had already called his Mom to check in with her when he first woke up this morning and since he had the whole day ahead of him he waited until after a much needed shower to call his best friend.

That now seemed like a mistake after listening to him howl with laughter for almost five minutes now.

He winced as Crazy Diamonds hands ghosted over the mottled flesh of his back, sharp pinging following their careful movements as the stand dutifully patched him up.

He was just glad the bed made it easier to sit down with that one.

From what he saw in the bathroom mirror, where those junkies had kicked him in the back had left a bruise that was the size of a basket ball and it was as black and green as Rohans signature hair.

Spots of the same colours along with splotches of an ugly purple were also sprouting on his upper left arm and shoulder. Not to mention the particularly ugly one that was currently taking up residence on his thigh and.... a more unsavory place just slightly north of there.

He had definitely been right about hurting in the morning that's for sure because he practically yelped when rolling over, causing him to fall out of bed and onto the carpeted floor to add to it all.

Staring up into the face of Crazy Diamond looking down at him from where he laid half-whimpering and aching all over was not a way he would recommend starting your day.

The fan of the hotel room spun slowly above him from where he sat on the huge marshmallowy bed in only a towel, his damp pale skin starting to dry and chill beneath the breeze.

"--so-so... lemme get this straight-... you..." Josuke rolled his eyes as Okuyasu struggled to keep his giggles in check over the phone. "You get there..... and-... hehehe.... and- not even like 2 hours.... -and you get beat up?"

"Yes." He sighed.

"BWAHAHAHAHA!!!"

"--oh Josuke!" He wheezed into the receiver, dying down into giggles again. "--I'm so sorry buddy- but that's.... -that's funny.... oww... owww my stomach..."

Josuke grunted, pulling the phone away from his head to avoid going deaf in his right ear as more barking laughter rang out.

He could practically feel Crazy Diamonds own eyeroll as they continued their ministrations on his back.

"Yeah, yeah. I know." He groaned. "Just don't tell Mom, I don't want her to worry about me."

"So what happened after? You must've gotten away somehow right? Did CD put them in their place?" His words were almost drowned out by the obnoxious crinkling of a bag in the background, followed by the unmistakable crunch of potato chips drilling into his eardrum.

"No. I didn't even think about it. It was all happening so fast all I could think of was to grab hold of my suitcase and not let go."

"Oh man, you didn't lose your luggage did you?" Okuyasu questioned after swallowing his mouthful of junkfood very quickly. "Your Mom would have a fit!"

A smile found its way to Josukes face, "No actually. Someone helped me, oh man you should've seen him! He put a run to them and he was really cool too!"

Josuke proceeded to tell Okuyasu all about the one and only Abbacchio and their time together along with meeting Bucciarati.

He spared no details in telling him all about the scrumptious meal he had devoured that night, he could practically hear the other teenager drooling all over the phone as he described the juicy details of prosciutto stuffed chicken breast.

Bruno looked very anxious and warned him it was very dangerous to wander the streets at night, most especially when he was a tourist carrying all his possessions that didn't know where to go.

After Josuke had eaten last night, Bruno asked him if he was staying somewhere and the teenager realized he had completely forgotten about finding a Hotel!

The streets by then were dark and it was late, they had talked for so long but the time had just flew right bye. Jouske had grabbed his bag and thanked the two men graciously for the food and their company, making sure he bowed deeply in respect as he done so, about to head out to find one before he was stopped.

More importantly, he wouldn't even be able to read any signs leading to a Hotel.

Josuke realized he had gotten ahead of himself and accepted the mans proposal to take him to the Hotel a few blocks away, which he did and Josuke had to say, the place was like paradise on Earth.

The building itself was huge! Not to mention high-class. The lobby had a chandelier that was the size of his Livingroom back home! And the fountain in the center of it was bigger than the one outside his School!

Bruno chuckled seeing the owlish expression on his face as they entered through the glass sliding doors, the reflection of the golden lights above them on the polished white marble floor made his baby blue eyes sparkle. Abbacchio simply opted for staying outside and smoking a much needed cigarette while his partner helped Josuke arrange a room.

"Oh man!" Okuyasu said through another mouthful of chips. "That sounds A-B-C-Delicious! I wanna eat that!"

"You'll have to bug Tonio about it if you're that eager." Josuke laughed. "Speaking of food, you've eaten a full meal today right?"

The crunching came to a sudden stop.

"Define--"

"As in you've eaten something cooked and not just junkfood." He interrupted, drumming his fingers on his knee, he already knew his answer however.

Silence... he could actually hear the sounds of Stray Cat (whom both boys had taken to aptly nicknaming 'Guns and Roses') purring along with the feint sound of the TV playing in the background.

"Okuyasu!"

"Sorry! I'll eat real food tomorrow!" He whined. "I just forgot is all!"

"I've actually just been binge watching this goofy tv series. I've heard about it for a while but I finally decided to get into it. Man, I'm gonna be so sore tomorrow, I've been sitting on my ass for so long!" He cackled.

Josuke huffed, however deciding to not press him further on the matter and take his word.

Okuyasu needed to take better care of himself and Josuke usually had to remind him of the importance of it, along with helping his friend pilot through all his emotional troubles.

"It's this Anime thing called 'Dodo's Wacky Quest'. It's pretty good!" There was a pause as a indignant 'meow' sounded close to the phone, followed by more rustling of the chip bag. Okuyasu grunted, the phone crackling as he moved to hand the living plant a chip. "The series is pretty long though. But hopefully I'll have most of it done by the time you get back."

'Speak for yourself...' Josuke thought, shifting slightly on the bed to try and inevitably get more comfortable.

Crazy Diamond was almost finished with his back, the worst one was next.

"What series is it?" He couldn't help but ask.

"Huh," Josuke rubbed his chin, smiling. "I'll have to watch some of it with you."

"That'd be cool! Dodo kinda reminds me of you actually. I dunno if I've met any Jio in my life though, dude gives me the willies..."

Crazy Diamond leaned over him and tapped his leg, shooting him a look.

"I'd better go man. I'll try to talk to you tomorrow, remember your promise!" He said into the phone, turning away from his stand.

"Ok. Ok. I will. Jeeze..." the eyeroll he was getting was evident in the others voice. "Be safe JoJo!"

"I will. Bye."

He put the phone back in its cradle on the bedside stand and sighed, swatting away the phantom hands that pulled on the towel covering him and ignoring the exasperated 'Dora' as he shunted it aside himself.

'Lay on your stomach.' Came the telepathic order from Crazy Diamond. 'I can give you a massage after I'm done with the last bruise to help relax you further.'

He was just glad he didn't decide to tell Okuyasu about his last bruise, otherwise he would've probably passed out from laughter, resulting in Josuke to have to end the call promptly.

He'd never be able to live this down from his stand alone....

☆☆☆

There was so much he wanted to do, and so much he wanted to see. He decided to leave his suitcase behind within the safety of his room (not wanting a repeat of yesterday) carrying just his wallet, a disposable camera his Mom had given him to take pictures and his handy dandy comb of course.

Finally walking again and not shuffling along uncomfortably like an old man (as he had been doing earlier), Josuke strutted downstairs to the lobby without a hair out of place.

His precious mane had been properly lathered, rinsed, gelled, combed and hairsprayed and he was ready to tackle the day!

The golden charms adorning his uniform gleamed like his eyes and he walked with pep in his step, shoes shined and clicking on the polished marble floor.

He needed to tackle business first before he went about to getting some breakfast. He had already had a cup of strong instant coffee after the massage given to him by his stand, using the machine inside of his room (this Hotel really had everything).

"Hello." He greeted the lady at the desk in the lobby, a woman in her sixties with greying hair pulled back into a bun, maroon lipstick and matchig rectangular spectacles. "I was just wondering if I could pay for my nightly stay now and maybe pay for tomorrow too?"

"Can I have your name, dear?" She asked, already typing away on the keyboard of the large white box computer before her.

"Josuke Higashikata. J-O-S-U-K-E."

Her long black nails clicked and clacked away loudly on the keyboard, he watched in silence as her dark red lips pursed, her eyes scanning the screen.

"It says here you're already covered for your full stay."

'Embarrassing' wouldn't be a word he would use to describe a situation where he had to call his Nephew and demurely ask if he could get a lift home like a drunk teenager calling a half-alseep Parent in the middle of the night.

He blinked at her, raising both his eyebrows.

"Umm... I don't think that's right. I only booked the room last night..." he trailed off, feeling his heart starting to pound in his chest.

He prayed to God this somehow wouldn't end with him being in debt with no way home.

She hummed, "It says you're fully covered. You just need to inform the Hotel of the date you're departing and a direct deposit is already in order." She explained.

That answered absolutely none of his questions.

"How is that possible?" He asked, doing his best to keep his voice calm as he rubbed the back of his neck idly.

More typing and clicking.

"It says here that your stay has been covered by..... a Mr. Bruno Bucciarati. He arranged for the bill to be footed to him." Came her reply at last, turning in her chair to look at him.

It took the Highschooler a moment to process that, blinking like an idiot as she stared at him.

What.... when.... how did..... why did....?

"Oh.... uh.... I-I see. Thank you." He told the older woman at last, with a half-hearted wave goodbye as he left the lobby, out into the world of golden sunshine awaiting him outside.

Each question seemed to short-circuit in his brain, he couldn't decide on what to ask first.

Josuke finally realized he was lingering and staring as the old woman addressed him again, before averting his eyes, his face tinging a little pink.

Why on Earth would the man put himself through so much trouble? Paying out of his pocket for him at a Hotel where people who looked like they wiped their asses with dollar bills stayed there no less! It didn't make sense!

This Hotel seemed a little one the pricy side, he had actually been wary about staying here the night but didn't want to be rude and ask Bucciarati to take him to another Hotel, so he decided to risk it and see how much it was the next day (silently praying he wouldn't be dialing Jotaro Kujo afterwards with a speech prepared of course).

This however changed everything.

He was still a virtual stranger to Bruno and his partner, and he didn't feel like he had earned such a kind gesture. He didn't have a doubt in his mind that both men were wealthy but this just felt akin to stealing in Josukes eyes.

It was the least he could do. It's what he wanted to do. It's what he was raised to do.

Josuke leaned up against the stone wall of the Hotel, considering his options. He could tell the Hotel that wasn't necessary and to cancel that previous order and allow him to pay.

Or he could find Bucciarati again (it couldn't be that hard) and offer to pay him back, if not in money maybe he could do something in return for him.

That did it.

He took one last look at the Hotel to remember the name as he prepared to cross the street (he needed something to go off of if he was gonna find a way back afterall).

He had a new mission added onto today.

He was going to do some sight seeing, eat some more damn delicious food and keep his eyes open for either one of the men he dined with last night.

"Albergo brillante Diamante..." he murmured, absentmindedly scratching his cheek as he did his best to pronounce the words (in what he hoped was the correct manor).

"Hmm... wonder what that means."

All he truly knew was that he Josuke Higashikata, had a mission he was going to see through today.

...

He mentally added 'buying a dictionary' to his list today as he narrowly avoided a car coming in the street, yelling out a "Sorry!" To the driver laying on his horn (who wasn't supposed to have the right away).

[To be coninued... 》

#Diamante d'Italia #josuke higashitaka

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lurafita · 5 years ago

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It IS easy to kidnap Spiderman (If Peter Parker has to go to a board meeting)

This has also been posted at AO3, but I thought it might be good to have a back-up of the story on another website. Just in case.

Summary: Slightly crack-ish, not to be taken too seriously, mostly just written for fun. Peter has to go to an S.I. board meeting. Peter doesn’t want to go to an S.I. board meeting. Peter can’t come up with an excuse to not go to an S.I. board meeting. Peter needs a miracle. … Or, alternatively, a van full of kidnappers.

“I’m going to die!”

Peter whined as he, Ned and MJ crossed the street. Ned shot his best friend a somewhat sympathetic look, while the girl in the group rolled her eyes.

“You are not going to die because you have to sit through one measly big wig meeting.”

Peter ignored her.

“Goodbye oh cruel world. How heartlessly you rip me from existence.”

MJ folded her arms as they kept walking.

“You do realize that as the official heir to Stark Industries, you are going to have to deal with this stuff all the time, right?”

Peter dramatically gripped his chest, looking up into the sky.

“The lights… are fading… Limbs… growing cold… I see… a tunnel… Mother, is that… you?… Begging me.. to go… into the light?… Must. Move. Towards. The. Light! I am… going… Home… Goodbye cruel world! … Rose…bud.”

And then he gracelessly slumped against the store front to his left, slowly sliding down. Ned clapped politely, while Michelle kept frowning.

“Really? The possum from ‘Over the hedge’?”

Peter was up in an instant.

“Don’t diss the classics, MJ.”

And there went the eye roll again.

“My point stands. You are one day going to head one of the most, if not the most, successful and important enterprises in the world. You are going to need to learn how to do it. And like it or not, that includes sitting through board meetings.”

They stopped at an intersection, waiting for the light to turn green.

“But it’s gonna be so boring! They will be talking about market value and sales figures and the development of our sister companies and the possibilities of future trading partners, and I’m going to fall asleep, okay? I’m going to fall asleep right there, and then I will slide from the chair and crack my head open on the incredibly expensive meeting table, and then I will be bleeding out on the floor, - which is probably carpeted with imported, high quality, unicorn hair. And then everyone is going to look at me all judgmental like, and Pepper and Tony are gonna rethink leaving their billion dollar baby in the hands of a super spaz like me. And if I somehow survive bleeding to death on unicorn hair carpet, I will die of shame.”

The light finally turned and the three friends proceeded.

“Unicorn hair?” Ned questioned.

“It’s so soft!” Peter answered with huge, awe-filled eyes. “And you guys haven’t even heard the worst part! Pepper said I can’t bring Hope!”

Now his best male friend looked appropriately shocked by this absolute travesty, but his best female friend just continued to roll her eyes at him. Peter wondered if she ever got dizzy from it.

“Seriously? You are not allowed to bring your overly affectionate and enthusiastic dog to an important board meeting? What is the world coming to?”

Her sarcasm went right over the brunettes head.

“Right?”

Peter and Hope, his shelter rescue Pit Bull, had been pretty much inseparable ever since the teenager adopted the beautiful ball of barely contained love. The only times you would find one without the other was when Peter went out as Spiderman, or when he needed to go to school. He had actually tried sneaking Hope into school with him on the first day, after summer vacation had ended. Needless to say, that plan had been thwarted by the ever present eyes of Friday.

It was a bit of a miracle that Ned and MJ had been able to talk Peter into trying out that new diner that had opened up a few streets away from their school, without the other teenager running home first to bring his loyal follower with them. Though that had probably to do with Peter’s unwillingness to step foot in the tower until he absolutely had to. After all, there was always the chance that Pepper or Tony would just keep him there to further prep him for the upcoming meeting.

Ned nudged him playfully in the side.

“You know, most people would be fruit loops ecstatic about being gifted the inheritance of a multi-billion dollar company for their 17th birthday, instead of complaining about having to attend a meeting.”

Peter just loved that his best friend had picked up his way of swearing.

“I’m not trying to be ungrateful here, I just don’t see the point! After all, it’s not like I will be running any of those meetings once I take over.”

This statement was met with curious stares from both of his friends.

“And how do you figure that, loser?”

Said teen casually threw up his arms and intertwined his fingers behind his head.

“Well, I thought I would just hire you as the acting CEO, so, you know, you can completely dominate the business world and make everyone your little licorice. And everyone will of course include Ned here, who will be head of S.I. Robotics department by then, and yours truly, as I will be french frying around our biochemistry labs whenever I’m not 'on the web’.”

(Which was their extremely unoriginal code for Peter’s Spiderman activities.)

Peter was only slightly surprised by the twin slaps he received to both of his arms.

“The hell, Parker!”

“Dude, that’s not how you tell someone they have an amazing job waiting for them after university!”

To which he just shrugged his shoulders.

“What? It’s pretty much how Tony told me I was the god donuts heir to his and Peppers company. Well, actually he came into the kitchen on the morning of my birthday, while me and Hope were just enjoying breakfast after our early run, and dropped a stack of papers right before me. Then he waved a pen in front of my face and tapped it onto the bottom line on the paper on top of the stack and said: 'Sign here.’ So, naturally, I did, and as soon as I had finished signing, he snatched everything back and said: 'Congrats, kid. You are now the official heir to Stark Industries. Happy Birthday.’ And that was that.”

He immediately received another slap on his arm from MJ.

“You signed something without reading it first? What kind of a moron are you? That’s not how you run a freaking business!”

Peter pointed at her victoriously.

“See! This is exactly why I need you! You are already better at it than I am.”

He looked incredibly satisfied with his reasoning. Ned, who was still not completely over the shock of the metaphorical bomb their friend had just dropped on them, still couldn’t help but agree.

“He’s got a point, MJ. I mean, can you really imagine Pete here, sitting at the head of a table, filled with twenty suit wearing people, and telling them what to do? Face it, you are just way more intimidating than him.”

Peter was nodding along quite happily, though the girl only snorted.

“Please, a marshmallow stuffed cupcake is more intimidating than Parker.”

“Hey! I mean, that does sound ridiculously delicious so I’m kinda flattered, but still!… Do you think we can get that cupcake somewhere?”

Ned smirked. “Well, seeing as you are about to die a horribly pathetic death, I guess we can at least ask when we get to the diner. They are bound to have something overly sugary to satisfy your sweet tooth.”

And Peter slumped once more.

“Did you have to remind me of my impending doom? Why is there never an uprising of the mole people when you need it? Not that I want anyone to be in danger or anything, but a minor little catastrophe, to keep Spiderman occupied long enough to have a valid reason to miss the meeting, would be really, french fruit loops frying appreciated right now.”

And for once, it seemed like some higher power had heard and took pity on the spider-enhanced teenager. Because at exactly that moment, a black, large van was barreling down the street behind them, coming to a screeching halt right next to the three on the sidewalk. Peter instinctively took hold of both of his friends arms and drew them back behind himself, as the side door of the van slid open, and three masked men with guns in their hands emerged out of it. The other pedestrians on the street fled in a light panic at the sight of the armed men.

One of the men, apparently the leader of the group, pointed his gun right at Peter.

“You! Peter Parker! Get into the van, and no one is gonna get hurt!”

Peter looked at him with wide, stunned eyes.

“Are you… trying to kidnap me?”

The leader waved his gun impatiently.

“Not trying to. In the van! Now!”

And to the three kidnappers absolute astonishment (as well as their driver’s, who was still seated behind the wheel) the kid threw his hands up in the air, joyfully whooped, and then sprinted, actually fucking sprinted, right by them to leap into the vehicle. A timeless second went by, as everyone was trying to process what had just happened. (Well, not everyone. Michelle and Ned were simply sending their friend completely unimpressed glares)

Then the teen leaned slightly out of the car.

“Look, I’m not trying to tell you how to do your job or anything, but maybe we should get going? You know, before someone calls the cops? Just saying.”

That seemed to rouse the masked men from their confusion and spurred them into action. Before the door slid shut behind the last one, Peter pinned his two friends with a very serious look.

“Don’t call him! At least not before six o'clock!”

The meeting was scheduled for 18:30, and he was supposed to be at the tower no later than 18:15. He would never make it! With that gleeful thought, Peter relaxed into the backseat and faced the group leader.

“Do you think we can make a quick stop at a drive-thru or something? I was actually on my way to lunch, you know?”

And then Ned and Michelle were left in the figurative dust, as they watched the van speed away, transporting their friend to who knows where.

The inherently more worried Ned turned to his female companion.

“Should we… like call the police? Or Mr. Stark? Or the other Avengers?”

Michelle scoffed.

“Calm down, Leeds. The loser can handle himself. Besides, our future employer has given us strict instructions to not call anyone and report what happened just yet. We will shoot Stark a text at six. It’s not like he won’t find his idiot son in a heartbeat. Until then, let’s go to that diner, I’m starving. I’m also gonna have to research some meditation exercises or something. My future self is going to need all the patience in the world if I’m expected to deal with this kind of bullshit every time I have to drag Peter to a meeting.”

“Pep, Pepsi to my Coke, Pepperoni on my pizza, love of my life! Why do I have to go to the board meeting?”

Pepper ignored her fiance’s whining, something she had tremendous experience with, and instead held up another tie against the man’s white shirt, comparing it to the maroon one in her other hand.

“Because you thought it would be a good idea to announce the heir of Stark Industries on live television. And now the board wants to meet Peter.”

Deciding on the maroon tie, she laid the other one over the back of a nearby chair. Tony huffed as Pepper expertly bound a Windsor knot.

“Exactly. They want to meet the kid. Not me. They know me! Everyone knows me! My name is on the building.”

Having finished with the tie, Pepper grabbed the dark suit jacket next.

“It’s your own fault. If you had waited to reveal Peter as the heir to the company until he finished college, like you were supposed to, you wouldn’t have to deal with this now.”

Tony shrugged the jacket on and tried to look as innocent as possible when he countered with “I had no choice! Ellen totally tricked me into it.”

The flat stare his fiance shot him spoke volumes. “She asked you what exciting new surprises the next Expo held in store for everyone.”

To which the billionaire waved his hand dismissively. “Semantics.”

Pepper rolled her eyes.

“It will be a good experience for Pete. He pretty much knows all about the inner workings and procedures in the labs, but he needs to get to know the business side of things, too.”

“Which is what he has you for. Why do I have to be there?”

She adjusted the jacket, righted the tie and gave him a quick kiss.

“As moral support. And to set a good example. Which means no playing on your phone, no snorting or groaning noises when you get bored, and no rolling your eyes when Henderson brings up project 99.”

Tony groaned. “Henderson always brings up project 99. The guy is like a broken record. It was a bad idea the first time he proposed it, and it continues to be a bad idea now. Why is he even still on the board?”

“Because he is six months away from retirement and we wouldn’t be so cruel as to demote or fire him before then. And now stop whining and get ready. The meeting starts in twenty five minutes and Peter should be here any moment now.”

With an overly dramatic sigh, the man let himself fall backwards onto their king sized bed. Much to the displeasure of Hope, who had curled up on one of the pillows to mope until his favorite human came back again. “Sorry buddy.” Tony scratched the dog behind his ears in apology. Then he looked forlornly at the ceiling. “Why is there never an alien invasion when you need one?”

Which was, naturally, the perfect moment for Friday to announce “Incoming Video call from 'Boss Junior’.”

Pepper crossed her arms under her chest. “Oh, he better not try to get out of this meeting.”

Tony’s line of thought was similar. “He better have a damn good excuse for getting out of this meeting.”

The vid-link opened via the towers holographic screens, and the couples eyes immediately focused on Peter. Who was sitting in a badly lit room, empty of all furniture save for the chair the teen was tied to (with what looked like completely normal rope, which they knew Peter could snap like silly string), and behind him a tall, well muscled man, dressed completely in black, donning a black ski mask, and a hand gun pointed right at Peter’s head.

Now, a sight like this would usually propel Tony right into heart attack territory, - if it wasn’t for the big ass grin on the kid’s face.

“Hi Tony! Hi Pepper! So, as you can see, I have been kidnapped.” (Under his breath, Tony couldn’t help but concede “Damn, that’s a good excuse.”) “It was completely unavoidable and absolutely against my own will.” (Pepper groaned. “Are you kidding me?”) “I mean, of course it was against my will! Because who in their right minds would jump into a van full of armed kidnappers, when they have an important meeting to attend later that same day? Certainly not me!” (“That clever little shit!”)

By that point Hope had recognized his owners voice and was crawling all over Tony to get a better look at the holo screen, barking happily. Peter’s whole face lit up at the sight of his dog.

“Hey Hope. Yes, I miss you too. Are you a good boy for Tony and Pepper?”

And as Peter cooed at his dog, Tony tried to not have his nose constantly slapped by a wildly wagging tail, and Pepper was burying her face into her hands, the looming, dark figure behind Peter apparently decided that he had been patient enough with his 'victim’, and slightly nudgded the teen’s shoulder. Peter looked up at the man with a sheepish grin.

“Sorry, dude. Anyway, I’m supposed to tell you that if you want me to be returned in one piece, you need to transfer one million dollars-” Then Peter turned back to the man behind him. “Are you sure you only want a million? Think about it. You need to split this up between the four of you, which is only 250000$ for everyone. And you will have to withdraw the money pretty much right away, otherwise Mr. Stark will be able to follow the money trail right to you. Also, you will want to leave the country pretty quickly after this, cause, you know, that’s Iron Man you are dealing with here. But with that much cash in your possession, you can’t use a commercial flight, cause they check your bags and stuff and 250 grand would probably raise a few eyebrows. Which leaves you with the only option of paying someone to get you out under the radar, and that probably won’t be cheap… Have you really thought this through?”

The man looked at Peter (his posture had lost it’s threatening stance long ago), then at the person who was obviously holding Peter’s phone to record the video, then at Peter again, and then he made the universal sign to 'end the call’ at the camera and with that, the feed cut off.

Friday’s helpful: “The video call has been cut off, boss.”, was followed by “You have also received a text message from 'The Scary One’, which reads: 'FYI, your idiot son has let himself get kidnapped in order to avoid shameful death on unicorn hair.’ - End message.”

And while Tony had no idea what the part about unicorn hair could possibly be about, he had long since learned not to ask questions.

Pepper did not have to look up to know that her fiance was sporting a downright gleeful look right then.

“So… looks like the Spiderling needs rescuing.” He was edging off his seat on the bed (having deposited Hope from his lap earlier) and had already taken off his tie and suit jacket. “What terrible, terrible timing. And here I was so looking forward to talking about project 99 with good old Henderson. Such a shame.” He was halfway across the room, the Iron Man armor already forming around him. “Oh well, can’t be helped. Gotta go save Pete from his evil kidnappers now. Fri, locate his watch, please. Thanks, girl. Guess we will have to postpone this whole business meeting introduction thingy. Gotta get going before the kid accidentally teaches these guys how to be real criminals. Love you, Pep. Have fun at the meeting! Bye!”

Then the sound of the opening of one of the large windows, followed by the thrusters of the suit, and before Pepper even had time to wave him off, Iron Man was flying through the New York sky.

For reasons Pepper was quite comfortable never to examine, she couldn’t help but laugh. “Like Father, like Son. Both running from meetings whenever they can and leaving me to deal with it.”

A warm, furry body cuddled into her legs and she smiled as she lovingly pet the Pit Bulls head.

“You know what? Screw it. Peter is going to sneak you into one of those meetings sooner or later anyway. (And I will get him to attend one, he can’t get himself kidnapped every time). Better to get the board used to you. And if they can’t meet their future boss, they will at least meet his dog. What do you say, Hope, do you want to go to a boring board meeting with me?”

Her answer was an excited bark and a lot of tail wagging.

“Good boy.”

The End

I wasn’t actually sure how to end this one. There was always the option of following Tony to the hide-out the kidnappers had Peter at, just for him to burst in and see Peter (free of any kind of restraints), sitting in a circle with his kidnappers (all of whom had divested themselves of their ski masks), and explaining to them various ways on how to better plan their next heist. Or how to make money without using illegal means. Or giving them advice on going back to school/getting their GED (-that is what it is called, right?), or how volunteering at an animal shelter might help them with their parole officer later on…

But then I thought, nah, leave that to the imagination of the readers, or refer to it in a later part of the series if you want.

As I said in the beginning, this was basically written just for the fun of it. Never the less, I would be happy to know if you liked/enjoyed it.

Thanks to everyone for reading!

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psychicscavenger · 5 years ago

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Beach-Cute(Shance)

Another Shance Mermay prompt inspired by @justshance ‘s Shance Mermay 2019 prompt list. Tagging @shancemermay as well.

Tags: comedy, fluff, fluff and crack, first meetings, meet-cute, AU, Fairytale elements, Little Mermaid elements,

This one is a bit longer than my first one(i got too inspired apparently) Enjoy~

The sounds of the waves crashing as they hit the shore partnered with the sounds of the strange flappy birds scavenging for something to eat were very soothing, helping Lance to further relax as he reclined along a protruded rock, barely hidden from public view if someone were to stroll upon the beach then.

He kinda didn't care though, if he was being truthful. Yes, he should be more aware of keeping a "low-profile" around the humans, but Lance was curious okay? He was tired of being stuck underwater, not when there was new things to discover and explore above shore!

He could barely make out the little town in the distance next to the big seaside palace. Even from across the distance, he could smell all sorts of enticing scents wafting over to him that always stirred his appetite, even his second stomach would grumble for food despite his successful hunting trips beforehand. At night, there were magical lights that lit up across the town, matching the bright, beaming ones coming from the castle that held Lance in a trance as he lounged, watching the magical lights as some faded in and out, the bright yellow standing out against the dark violet sky above them. He wanted to see them up close, see what they were and how they shone so bright like that.

And he would.

Absentmindedly, Lance pulled out the little trinket, a locket, Lotor had given him earlier after Lance went skulking around the Dark Abysmal Zone, an appropriate nickname for the area where shady no good mers dwelled. Lance had been repeatedly warned by his Mama to never go down there ever, mostly because the sea witch, a notorious cecaelia known for her dark magic, lurked there, ready to trick any young mer that crossed her path. Rumor has it that her witchcraft had once been good, previously thought to be a wonderful healer, but now she was focusing towards the dark arts, which is what banished her from the mers kingdom many seasons ago.

And yet, Lance had seeked her out despite the warnings of his family and his friends. He only made it about a mile into the abysmal zone when Lotor had popped up in front of him and gave him a bargain deal instead. Lance would get to be a human for a week in return he owed Lotor one small favor. It was very vague and incredibly shifty to openly accept but then Lotor had to bring up how the handsome human he'd seen Lance ogling had been returning to the shore with another handsome man which had Lance agreeing to the deal immediately.

Hey at least, he still had his voice!

Lance hummed as his fingers traced the design of the necklace, the magic he needed to switch was contained in the locket Lotor had given him, whenever he wanted to become human, all he had to do was go to shore, think of what his heart most wanted and the spell should work. So now Lance waited, wondering when he should use the locket if he should wait until he sees the handsome man again or simply do it now. As he pondered what to do, he heard familiar machine splashes of two mers surfacing and rolled his eyes, knowing immediately who they were.

"Hunk! Pidge! I told you not to follow me!" Lance shook his fist, looking every bit like an angry spinster fish as Pidge, the youngest of the three mers rolled their eyes.

"Yeah, like we were gonna listen to you. We've been following you since you went to the Dark Abysmal Zone, we know all about that deal with Prince Fish Whore." Lance huffed, closing his arms as he glanced away, refusing to engage in the argument he knew was about to start brewing.

"Pidge is right Lance, remember how that guy has literally been after you to court and stuff? Making a deal with him doesn't seem like the best idea buddy." Hunk pointed out as Lance made an angry noise, leaning closer towards the water to scowl at his 'so-called friends.'

"Screw you guys! I'm gonna be a human whether you support me or not! I have to meet him again, he's so dreamy and the way his eyes are like, so deep, like the abysmal zone and his strong, tall stature, those muscles, and that deep voice. Ugh, he's prince material and I bet he doesn't even know it!" Lance whined. Why couldn't Hottie McHuman court him instead of Creepy Lotor?

"Ew, you sound like a teenage girl." Pidge spat disgusted as Lance rounded on her, practically seething.

"You sound like a teenage girl!"

"Oooooh-kay. Let's have a timeout here." Hunk intervened, knowing this was going to get ugly really fast. Before Pidge could retort, something just as snarky, they recognized movement in the corner of their eye and immediately ducked lower into the water.

"Guys, its the humans!" They whisper shouted causing both Hunk and Lance to spin around, obviously checking out the humans instead of ducking to hide like any normal mermaid much to Pidge's exasperation.

"Don't let them see you, dinguses!"

"Noted." Hunk stated before quietly submerging next to his angry tiny friend. "Lance you coming?" He asked but paled as he saw the look on his friend's face.

"Oh no. Lance, don't do this please, your family is gonna be pissed." Hunk warned as Pidge's eyes widened watching as Lance, with that silly besotted look on his face turned to grasp the locket around his neck before shutting his eyes tight and wishing, focused on the man who captured his attention, possibly his heart, since the first time he spotted him.

"No, Lance-"

"Hoe don't do it!"

But it was too late.

A soft blue shimmering overtook Lance's body as he curled up tight into a ball, eyes shut tight from the needle prickling sensation all over his body took place. He sincerely hoped Lotor hadn't tricked him, not that he would put it past the fish to do something like this, but it would suck if all this unpleasant tingling was merely a prank. The tingling across his body soon focused towards his tail and lower body, he gasped as a tight uncomfortable pull began to spread from his fins to his abdomen. Lance fell into the water, clutching his lower half as his friends scrambled to hold onto him, making sure he wouldn't drown because what he wasn't seeing, they were and they could see the slow changes to his body that were shifting and changing.

His gills, or lack of them which is why they were holding his head above water now, knowing humans couldn't breathe the same way they did, were now gone, the rifts smoothed down as the scales along Lance's cheeks, neck and shoulders were flickering away slowly one by one. Lance's webbed fins on his hands and around his ears were gone, the ridges smoothing themselves down into a rounded curve like a humans. His dorsal fin was also gone, leaving behind a long gash that looked to be bleeding but what had Hunk and Pidge gasping and flinching away from shock the most, was the change to Lance's tail.

Sure enough, like Lotor had promised and Lance wished, his tail began to stretch, almost grotesquely, before breaking apart and rounding themselves into two tails that stretched and formed to create two legs as well as feet. The fins along Lance's new legs disappeared, matching the one on his back forming bleeding gashes here and there where the fins once were. His feet sprouted tiny unusual fins that were curved and similar to his fingers, Pidge was gasping in delight, enamored with the process of it all as Hunk merely held a hand to his mouth, looking like he was about to puke.

"Oh god this is so weird and gross to watch, but I can't stop." Hunk commented, peering through his webbed fins as Pidge began poking the toes, curious if they were sensitive. They got their answer when suddenly Lance's foot shot out nearly kicking them back, a quick laugh escaping his mouth from his friend tickling his foot.

"Guys stop, I'm ticklish remember!" Lance pouted but brightened considerably as he gazed at his new legs, gripping them and bringing them closer to inspect. "Whoa! Check out this gam, I mean, these gams!" Lance stated excitedly waving his legs and feet around similar to a toddler much to Hunk's mortification as he accidentally caught a glance down.

"Ew gross dude, what is that on your tai-legs I mean?" Hunk stated, face dropping into the water to inspect closer as Lance followed suit, only to spasm before coming back up to breathe, coughing up salt water.

"I forgot, humans don't breathe that way." He sputtered as Pidge ducked their head down to inspect as well. Lance waited awkwardly as his friends inspected the weird tail thing on his brand new legs when he felt something prod at it, making him squeal and jump away from the source as his friends came back up, done with their ogling.

"I think its your genitals Lance. Human males probably have something similar to what you've got now." Pidge stated as Hunk bent down to look again out of curiosity. Lance shoved his hands down to cover his privates, nearly kicking away as he screamed, "Stop looking at my junk pervert!" as Pidge merely laughed while Hunk came back up about to apologize when the trio stopped, paling at the sudden voices heading their way.

"Is somebody there?"

"Do you need help?" Lance froze, wondering what to do in this situation as he glanced at his friends helpless.

'What do we do?' He mouthed to them but watched as the two glanced at each other before merely ducking under the water and swimming away much to Lance's bitterness as he kicked his feet hard, hoping at least one of the weird fins at the end would land a hit. 'So much for friends til the end,' he thought annoyed.

"Hey are you okay?" Lance stopped immediately gulping as he slowly turned to look at the voice above him and almost fainting from shock at seeing the handsome man he'd been giving seashells and pearls to for the past two weeks, now standing behind him from the other side of the rock. He was covered in strange cloths that somehow still showed off his built figure with his broad shoulders and narrow waist. Lance was even more smitten upon seeing the handsome face up close, blushing at the concerned dark eyes boring holes into his blues, making Lance feel hot all over despite the fact he was sitting in cool water.

'Oh no, he's too handsome, quick say something sexy,' Lance's brain supplied making Lance gulp as he tried to open his mouth only he couldn't think of anything to say. Flushing, Lance looked away embarrassed now and wondered if this was such a good idea after all when the man knelt closer, putting a gentle hand on Lance's bare shoulder, offering a supportive smile.

"Hey, it's going to be okay I promise. My friend Keith is looking for the pervert right now, they won't hurt you again, I swear." Lance blinked confused. What was he talking about? He racked his brain trying to figure out what the man was saying and it must have shown on his face as the man raised an eyebrow.

"You were screaming about a pervert looking at you indecently. My friend and I were walking along the shore when we heard your cry for help, it was a cry for help right?" The man asked now suddenly unsure and goddess it was such a cute expression Lance nearly flopped over and squealed right then.

But that probably wouldn't be a good idea. Lance coughed, nodding his head a little as he gave the other a grateful smile that hopefully didn't show how nervous he felt staring back into those gorgeous dark eyes.

"Oh that, haha yes! I'm fine! The pervert left right away! He wasn't too interested to begin with so," Lance supplied hoping his lie was believable as the man before him raised a brow uncertain.

"Are you sure? You sounded very distressed and I wouldn't want any of my citizens to be in danger if some pervert is skulking around terrorizing innocent beachgoers." The man stated as Lance nodded his head quickly, a little voice in his head screaming about the 'my citizens' part.

"No, it's fine I swear, he ran off once I yelled at him! He probably won't do it again. My name's Lance, thanks for coming to my rescue." Lance held his hand out having seen a few other humans do this in greeting as the man smiled gladly accepting it and giving it a gentle shake.

"I'm Shiro, but you've probably heard about me already from the townspeople I'm sure." He stated shaking his head as Lance shook his head a little too eagerly.

"No, I haven't actually." He stated smiling innocently as Shiro gave him a curious look.

"Really? Are you from out of town?" He asked as Lance merely blinked back at him unsure how to tell him where he was from.

"Umm, something like that." Lance admitted. It was technically the truth, wasn't it?

"Are you staying with anybody?" Shiro asked curious as in the distance another man, the same one from earlier walked over to them looking disgruntled at the fact he couldn't find anyone.

"Well, either the pervert left or he sprouted wings and flew away. So much for getting to use my new sword." The man Shiro referred to as Keith grumbled before pausing and staring down at Lance, confused raising an eyebrow as Lance simply covered his chest with us hands suddenly like he was indecent.

"Who is this?" Keith asked looking to Shiro who was about to answer when said man huffed, pouting a little as he turned towards Keith.

"I'm right here seaweed head! It's rude to ignore new acquaintances." Lance chastised as Keith rolled his eyes in return.

"Yeah, thanks for the Kindergarten lesson."

"Whats a Kindergarten?"

Both Shiro and Keith looked at the man curious as he sat there smiling innocently, wary if the man had been hurt by the ordeal at all.

"Um hey Lance, were you hurt in any way from the incident?" Shiro asked, now leaning forward to gently poke and prod Lance, particularly around his head which had the younger man giggling and flushing from embarrassment.

"No why?" He asked brightly, curious to keep talking to these two humans before him.

"You seem a little out of sorts. Tell you what, I have plenty of space at my home, would it be alright if you came back with me to have the palace doctor check you out just in case?" Shiro asked as Lance's eye widened at the thought of getting to be with Shiro even longer. He never dreamed this would happen! He actually never thought this would happen!

"Sure, I'd love to! Seaweed head can come too I guess." Lance rolled his eyes earning a deep chuckle of amusement from Shiro as Keith glowered.

"Are you talking about my hair?"

"Keith is my second in command so he has to come too. Don't worry though, my home isn't too far." Shiro promised as he held out a hand for Lance to take who eagerly took it, letting himself be yanked up by the others grip and nearly face planting back into the ocean considering he's never actually stood on legs before!

He felt as if he were moving in slow motion at first, he became aware that he wasn't wearing any clothing over his genitals unlike the other two men at his side, which he guesses is why both Shiro and Keith, immediately embarrassed, try to look away from the southern region of his body. Next came Lance's sudden realization he didn't know how to stand and then screamed internally as he nearly face planted in the sand in front of Shiro.

Talk about an embarrassing first meeting.

Lance almost tried to stand again when he was distracted upon a fabric of cloth being draped around his shoulders, the fabric long and covering his naked body from view. He watched curiously as Keith took off his belt and wove it around Lance's waist, knotting it so it sit tight, keeping the first fabric to his body and concealing any revealing bits.

"Sorry about that, are you okay?" Shiro asked, holding out his hands again and carefully helping Lance up at a time, watching as Lance made slow progress getting up.

"I'm fine, I'm usually very graceful I promise!" Lance stated his cheeks flushing as Shiro smiled when of course Keith had to jump in with his opinions and dumb hair.

"What I want to know is why are you naked? This is a public beach weirdo!" Keith hissed as Lance merely flushed unsure what to say.

"Oh uh, well the uh pervert from earlier..he took them! That's why I was screaming, he took my clothes and ran off with them! Like the pervert he is!" Lance lied, beaming with pride at how great a story that was as Shiro and Keith gazed at him shocked.

"In that case you should definetly come with me to the palace then." Shiro stated as Lance brightened instantly.

"Oh I'll go wherever you want me to go." Lance mumbled eyes hungry as they raked over Shiro's incredibly muscular body, ugh it was even better up close.

"Once you're checked over we can begin a search for this pervert and have him arrested for assault." Lance stopped, mostly because he had barely took a step and was nearly falling again and two, he couldn't keep up with that lie for that long. What if he blurted out where he was really from? Immediately he began to shake his head, a refusal upon his lips when he fell backwards. His eyes closed, ready for the impact fo the water but it never came, curious, lance opened his eyes only to gasp as he gazed back at Shiro's worried expression, his strong arms encircled Lace's waist, keeping him up and dangling inches from the water.

"Are you sure you're okay, you've been stumbling and having difficulty walking." Shiro noted as Keith crossed his arms, giving Lance a narrowed frown of suspicion.

"Uh yeah, it appears so. I must be more injured than I thought. I can't even feel my legs right now, honestly." Lance replied which had Shiro tsking before he pulled Lance closer and ducked, wrapping an arm around Lance's waist and keeping one under the bend of his knees drawing a surprised breath from Lance as he found himself being held in Shiro's arms. Like a princess in one of his old storybooks. Lance blinked, wondering if he had actually died during that transformation spell and that this was actually paradise before blinking up at Shiro who gave him a gentle smile in return.

"Don't worry we'll help you as much as you need." Shiro stated confidantly as Lance smiled back at him shyly.

"Thank you Shiro." Lance breathed. He dreamed of this moment for so long, sure their meeting was a bit different in his head, but being held in Shiro's arms like this, getting to feel the power and strength in those biceps and rippling muscles of his chest underneath him, Lance was definetly going to have to start praying to the godess again because this was surely a miracle!

Lance happily settled against Shiro, beginning his usual conversation starters for flirting, which was mostly just complimenting the person outright which he did and knew he was successful as Shiro blushed at each complement. Keith trailed along behind them, annoyed as the other man kept on talking, knowing right then and there this Lance was going to be a pain in his ass.

Also his hair was not ridiculous.

****

Unaware to the three slowly trekking on the pathway back to the castle, another creature popped its head above the water surface, his glowing yellow eyes showing a wrathful mirth in them, finding the whole scene just amusing and content.

Everything was going according to plan and soon, both kingdoms, humans and mermaids, would be his to rule.

With a dark chuckle, the creature oozed back into the water, it's slithering dark purple and black tentacles flashing briefly above the water before disappearing into its depth, melding back in with the shadows where it's known to roam.

#shance #shance mermay 2019 #psychic writes #justshance #shancemermay #i dont remember what else i need to tag this

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lemonsandstrawberries · 6 years ago

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The Magical Night

fandom: Stony (Steve x Tony), mentions of Bruclintasha (Bruce x Clint x Natasha) and Thor x Jane

universe: unspecified high school AU

summary: Tony and Steve had dated all the way through high school and the rest of their classmates have certain expectations towards them.

length: 1 741

warnings: just teenagers at the prom + spiked punch + mentions of first-time sex but not explicit

a/n: inspired by this prompt! I found it suitable for a prom night!AU. hope you like it! comments, likes, reblogs are needed and appreciated!

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The Magical Night

"So, tonight is the magical night?"

Steve's hand froze in mid air, holding a glass ladle, with some pink, alcohol-free punch in it. He looked Natasha, all pretty and unusually dolled up, in a tight black dress going down to her ankles and a red boa around her, matching her ruby red lips and red locks. She was sending Steve an intense look framed in a perfect cat eye.

"Can I offer you any punch?" he danced around the topic, getting a clean glass and pouring it for the girl.

"Don't change the topic, Cap," Natasha chided, using the nickname that stuck to Steve through whole high school. Ah, the curse of being a captain in the football team. "Are you and your little nerd planning anything special today?"

Seeing that Natasha rejected his offer, he took a sip of the punch, tasting something fruity and sweet, and of course, a little bit of alcohol, someone had to pour in when no one from the teachers was looking. His bet was on Loki.

"I don't think Tony would appreciate you calling him like that," Steve smiled, thinking about his 'little nerd'. Tony was witty and smart and sarcastic, and did sometimes geek out about things Steve had no clue, like that old movie in space with the little green dude, that got a remake or a new part or something, Steve didn't know, but went to see it anyway with him, because his boyfriend had been really excited. Tony was on the top of his class, easily passing each subject with highest scores, but was also athletic, not Steve kind of athletic that is, and was funny and sweet and thoughtful. He was a whole package.

"Stop it, you're freaking me out," Natasha hissed, cringing at the dreamy look Steve's eye got whenever he thought about his boyfriend.

"Sorry," Steve quickly apologized with a laugh, not meaning it. Was it a crime to be in love?

Natasha shook her head dramatically. "No wonder you both got signed as 'the first couple to get married' in the yearbook."

Steve laughed again, remembering his and Tony's photo, altered in a graphics program, where Steve had a giant top hat and bow tie, while Tony was holding a bouquet of wildflowers and had a veil in his hair. Both had a good laugh because of it, well, maybe Steve a bit more than Tony.

"Stop laughing," Natasha crossed her arms and sent the blond a critical look. "You know that what is written in a yearbook, most likely will come true. It is like a prophecy."

"Oh, really?" Steve smiled, teasing his friend. "I don't see Thor becoming a president, or Clint joining the circus."

Natasha raised her eyebrow. That wasn't exactly true. Thor's caption was 'the next world leader' while Clint's said 'class clown'. With a calm face, she pointed into the crowd of student, where Clint was twirling between people, tie off and around his head like a bandana, and to the middle of the dance floor, where Thor and Jane were swaying with each other, crowns on their head, easily winning the title of the Queen and King of the ball.

"I rest my case," Natasha concluded, all those things close enough to year book's prophecy in her opinion.

Steve blew a raspberry with his mouth. "That doesn't prove anything."

"Maybe not, but that reservation you made in the Asgard Royal does."

Steve spluttered punch everywhere. He ignored Natasha's angry look as she has to step back to avoid drops of the pink falling on her. "How do you know that?" he asked, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. He didn't tell anyone. Except Tony.

Natasha smiled mysteriously. "I have my sources."

Steve sighed. Tony and his big mouth… Of course, he had to brag to Natasha.

"Your lady is coming."

"My what--" Steve didn't finish, as Natasha turned around and walked away gracefully, her black dress sweeping gently behind her, while a hand slid under his arm and rested on the shoulder.

"Hi, handsome. What is taking you so long with the punch?" someone asked, pressing close to his back.

Steve smiled, noticing the corsage with white roses and blue ribbons, matching his tie, he had bought for Tony and Tony had absolutely no problems with wearing it, because he was adorably quirky like that.

"Sorry. Got in a talk with Nat," Steve explained, turning his face to place a delicate kiss on the top of the hand resting on his shoulder.

"And she kept her boys waiting?" Tony asked, looking into the crowd, where Natasha was dancing together with Tony's lab partner, Bruce, and Clint. In contrary to the rest, Natasha was wearing two corsages, indicating her special bond with both men.

"You're gonna pour me that punch or not?" Tony reminded in a whisper. After all, it was a reason, Steve had left him earlier.

"Ah," Steve gasped softly, "maybe not. Better drink some water, someone spiked the punch."

Tony grinned, slipping away from Steve. "Gimme," he demanded greedily, pouring himself a cup and drinking it whole, even without blinking.

Steve took his cup away, "no more, Tony," he asked. He needed Tony sober for what they had planned later today.

"Then keep me busy, handsome," he whispered, eyes sparkling teasingly.

Steve pressed Tony close to himself, looking him deep in the eyes. He had a perfect way to keep him busy. They both walked back to the dance floor and enjoyed their last moments as high school teenagers.

The prom was ending, and Steve could swear that he kept a close eye on Tony and strayed him off the spiked punch. Yet, when the prom was coming to an end, he still ended with a tipsy, giggling brunet hung on his shoulder.

"You are irritatingly annoying," Steve commented, walking with Tony out of the taxi, that had parked just in front of their hotel. The whole ride, Tony was blabbing and giggling and trying to smooch Steve's neck. "I told you to stay sober."

"Don't be a wet blanket," Tony continued to giggle, letting Steve guide him to the room. One elevator ride up, he and Tony walked into their shared room. Tony straight away walked to the small table where a bottle of sparkling water and two glasses was left for them and poured himself a glass and gulped it down, ignoring the bowl with fresh fruits, ripe and perfect. Steve looked around the room. White furniture, gold drapes, a carpet so soft and fluffy he could sleep on it. So this is how luxury looked. Steve opted for the Wakanda Palace, a hotel equally luxurious but without the splendor, full of dark, warm, sturdy wood and leather couches and woven chairs. Just seemed that their current location matched his boyfriend more.

"Ah, so tired," Tony yawned, falling back first on the bed and spreading himself on the, of course, silk sheets. He smiled dreamily and caressed the cool material with his palms. "Come here," he said, beckoning Steve over. With a twitchy smile, Steve came closer and straddled his boyfriend, moving his hips invitingly during the slow movement. Tony was looking back at him, single strands of hair escaping from the meticulously combed to the back hairstyle. Flushed lips, eyes wide open and sparkling, seeing only Steve. Needing only Steve.

A kiss, tasting fruity and sweet, just like the spiked punch. Steve couldn't get enough of those soft lips.

"You know, everyone is expecting that we will do it tonight," Steve said, leaning more on his boyfriend and pressing kisses to the jawline.

"Oh? They don't want us to wait for our wedding?" Tony giggled, remembering their photo in the yearbook.

Steve shrugged, kissing and nipping at Tony's neck, making him giggle and twitch. "Think they would be disappointed with knowing that we already did it?" Steve asked. They started dating during freshman year and kept steady during whole high school, quickly being announced as high school sweethearts. They loved each other and both were ready, and prom wasn't as magical as everyone thought, so why wait until then?

"Let's not tell them," Tony kept smiling, letting Steve unbutton his shirt and tug it away, leaving him bare-chested. "They can think that today is our first time."

"I am really grateful this isn't our first time," Steve chuckled. He was fond of that memory, but the way to get there was long and complicated. "Wherever I had touched you, you burst into laughter."

"Heeey," Tony whined slightly, not needing to be reminded of that. He giggled and slapped Steve's hand away, when blond's touch lingered on his waist, fingers wriggling on the skin above the belt.

"See? It was like this," Steve smiled at his boyfriend. Steve had fairly quickly discovered his boyfriend's ticklishness but didn't expect it to get in way of their intimate moments. From being irritated at first, Steve learned to enjoy his discovery, finding some pluses in it.

"Just this time," Steve said in a low voice, holding Tony's hands crossed on his chest, "I know to not stop no matter how much you scream and beg," he said, untying the delicate ribbon on Tony's wrist and taking off the corsage. He took the small bouquet in his free hand and touched Tony's nose with it, guiding the petals all the way down, touching the dark lips, down the neck, tracing the chest and stopping at the belly. He moved the flowers delicately, letting the petals brush his boyfriend's tummy, doing some small circles around the belly button and caressing the protruding outie Steve would later kiss until his and Tony's breath would be gone. Tony was already giggling and squirming, right away asking for a break, not really meaning it, knowing he won't be given a one. Steve already knew which spots to avoid on his boyfriend's body to not cause him to collapse into a ticklish heap. He also as quickly discovered which spots to touch and how to make Tony giggle and cause his head to spin in delight. This was their plan for the evening. Touching and kissing and laughing going hand in hand with love and arousal and teasing.

There was no rush, just a whole night ahead of them, then a shared college, and shared rest of their lives. Steve and Tony already had a good plan how they wanted to spend all of it.

#stony #stevetony #superhusbands #au #highschool!au #prom night #tony stark #steve rogers #tony stark is ticklish #tickling #tickle fic #a bit #near the end #still counts in my book!#fanfic #i am rushing to post this before work ends #sorry for mistakes #fanfiction

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kiwi-cake · 6 years ago

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Mated Part 5 (Finale)

Werewolf!Luke

Warnings: smut, some violence

A/N: The final part is finally here! I’ve had so much fun writing this and I hope I did okay working in everyone’s suggestions. Let me know what you think about the series, and make sure to stay tuned for my next series: Vampire!Luke

Masterlist

Parties were really not her scene. The whole thing is entirely too overwhelming in her opinion. The music is constantly competing with the noise of the conversation, the frat houses are always way too crowded and chaotic, and there was never a good place to sit that wasn’t already occupied by some dry humping couple. Plus, Michael always wandered off after ten minutes, leaving her alone. It wasn’t like he was intentionally ditching her, he’s just an extreme people person and got distracted easily. There was one exception to this hatred of parties, however, and it was when she got drunk off her ass. This party was stocked with her favorite drink, peach vodka, as well as many other fruity drinks (she didn’t care what anyone said, beer is fucking gross). Upon her arrival, Michael handed her a line of shots and before she knew it she was plastered. Drunk Y/N was starkly different from her sober self. Everyone she met while drunk was her new best friend and dance partner which meant she had been in the mosh pit for the majority of the party. Before she knew it, the time she was supposed to spend at the party was up and her phone was buzzing. She fought her way out of the crowded house and into the backyard where it was more quiet. She immediately hit the ‘accept call’ button when she saw Luke’s contact picture lighting up her lockscreen.

“Baaaabbyyyyyyyyyy!” she answered excitedly.

“Someone sounds like she’s had a few drinks,” he laughs.

“Yesss! They have those fruit vodkas that I love so much.”

“Are you ready for me to pick you up yet?” he asks.

“Noooooo, I’m having so much funn! Everyone here s’nice and dancing is so funnn!” she slurs her speech and he laughs again.

“Okay just please stick with someone you know. It’s dangerous to be alone when you’re drunk.”

“NOOOO! Lukey pleeease come dance with me. Everyone else gets to grind on their boyfriend except me!” she whined.

“Oh, love you know I wish I could,” he sighed, “but the reason I called to see if you were ready to go was so that I could send Calum to get you. There’s a bit of a… situation that requires my attention.” Disappointment settled in her stomach with all of the alcohol. She really wanted to feel his presence behind her as she danced, pressing kisses to the back of her neck like she knew he would. Luke had to hang up shortly after that, leaving her to her own devices again. She remembered that he had said to find Michael, so she wobbled back into the house and squeezed past the bodies, trying to spot a flash of his red hair. She had no such luck, and decided to slump against the wall since she was feeling pretty dizzy.

“Hey,” a guy wearing a bomber jacket leaned down so she could hear him, “Are you looking for the guy you came in with? I think I saw him a few minutes ago, I can show you where he is,” The guy seemed nice enough, so she supposed there couldn’t be any harm in letting him help. She nodded her head and accepted his hand to help her up, then followed him out the back door.

“Are you sure Michael was out here? He’s not much of a nature person,” she said, swatting a tree branch out of her way. They had been walking through the woods for a few minutes, and she was starting to doubt this guy’s sense of direction.

“Is this Michael bloke your boyfriend?” the guy asked, completely dodging her question.

“Uhm, no, just my friend. My boyfriend couldn’t come tonight,” she said, frowning at the thought of it. If Luke were here, she wouldn’t be traipsing through the forest, looking for her idiot best friend.

“So,” he said, turning around and pressing her against a tree, “he wouldn’t mind if we had a little fun, would he?”

“Gross!” she said, delivering a powerful knee to his balls, “Hitting on a drunk girl? Real classy dude. Get lost.” She left him crouching against the tree, and headed in the direction that she hopes was back towards the frat house. She had a feeling he wouldn’t have any trouble getting lost, since he had effectively gotten her very confused about where she was in the woods. It was very dark tonight, and she felt very unconfident in her ability to navigate while drunk. She whipped out her phone to call Calum to come get her, but of course, there was no cell service. This is how every horror movie starts. The feeling of these woods was much more daunting than any other night, it felt like there were many different eyes on her, but her human senses weren’t keen enough to see them. Her steps slowed because she was definitely going the wrong way at this point because the forest was becoming much thicker and harder to get through. So of course, like the clumsy heroine of every movie, her foot gets caught in a tree root and she scrapes her knee.

“Fuck!” she says to herself. She was really in a predicament now. She heard a shuffling in the trees just behind her. It was probably the serial murderer, who conveniently just escaped from prison, coming to kill her. She shut her eyes tight, not wanting to see his scary mask made of human flesh. The mask always makes it worse.

“Y/N,” to her pleasant surprise, she heard Luke’s voice. She opened her eyes and she had never been so happy to see his famous disapproving glare.

“Lukey!” she jumped up and wrapped her arms around him, “You just materialized in the woods like a twilight vampire! I really thought I was going to die…”

“Well good thing I was in the area,” he said, smoothing over her messy hair, “didn’t I say not to come in the woods alone again?”

“Yeah… but you also said to find someone I know, and this guy, who turned out to not be so nice, said he saw Michael in the woods,” she said, gripping at his soft flannel happily despite his stern expression. And speak of the devil, there was another sound of crunching leaves coming from the direction she had left the dude clutching his balls.

“Y/N!” he sounded winded, “Don’t just run off like that, we weren’t done talking….” He trails off as if he’s just now noticing the 6 foot something guy standing next to her.

“Who the hell are you? I found her first, so sod off,” the guy whined.

“What a coincidence, we were just talking about you. I’m her boyfriend,” Luke said, taking a menacing step towards the guy.

“Woah mate, let’s not do anything rash,” the guy says, stepping back away from Luke until his back was up against a tree, “she came onto me…”

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to hit you in front of my girl,” Luke says calmly, “But just remember next time you think about luring an intoxicated girl into the forest, I’ve got eyes all around these woods,” Luke slams the guys shoulder further into the tree, “And it would be a shame if you lost the few inches of what you have, considering the only way you can get any now is through date rape, and that’s with a dick.” The guy was trembling with fear, which didn’t surprise her since she knew first hand how scary Luke can be. Luke backed off and turned back to her.

“Can you walk, love?” he asked, accessing her injured knee.

“Yeah, I think so,” she said, but he put his arm around her to support her injured side nonetheless. They left the guy there and started off in the direction of what she guessed was the road.

“Alright, I learned my lesson,” Luke says after a few minutes of silence, “No more forcing you to go to parties alone.”

Once they reached the road, she saw that Calum was already waiting for them in his car at the exact place that they emerged from the forest. Luke got in the backseat with her and they drove in silence. Calum had the good sense not to say anything, since there was obviously tension in the air. Even though Luke was holding her hand tightly in his, he still seemed angry with her.

When they entered the house, everyone who had stayed home from whatever patrol they were out doing was gathered in the den, watching a movie. Claire and Crystal both jumped up to greet them, and they both had a look of disappointment in their eyes.

“Y/N, your dress!” exclaimed Claire, pointing to the dirt and dried leaves staining her dress.

“And what happened to your hair, were you attacked by a raccoon?” laughed Crystal.

“Umm, I had this really good drink and I drank lots and lots of it, then a mean boy tricked me into going into the forest,” Y/N explained, still playing with Luke’s flannel in his hands.

“Will you two watch Y/N for a moment? As you can see, she’s drunk off her ass,” muttered Luke as he detached her fingers from his shirt and went into the kitchen. Y/N’s eyes welled up with tears, and the sober girl trapped inside her groaned as she entered the worst stage of being drunk: the crying stage. The littlest things would make her cry, but once she started it was hard to stop.

“He hates me,” she cried, flinging herself into Crystal’s arms. Crystal seemed a bit startled, but she wrapped her arms around her and tried to calm her down. Luke was back in a few minutes, and he had to pry her away from Crystal to get her to take so painkillers and a big glass of water.

“Alright, come on,” he said softly, wiping at her wet cheeks and runny nose. He picked her up and gave Crystal an apologetic smile before carrying Y/N upstairs. It took ten minutes of him holding her in bed for her to calm down.

“I don’t hate you,” he whispered into her hair, “I like you very very much.” He kept reassuring her as he rubbed her back. She was a little ashamed of her childishness, but not angry at being able to sit in his lap and snuggle up against him.

“Sorry,” she hiccuped, “shouldn’t have gone out on my own.”

“It’s alright darling, was just worried about you ‘s’all,” he brushes through her hair, “another human was killed by the other pack tonight, so I was a bit on edge.”

“You’re pretty,” she said suddenly. It was true. Looking up at him with only the moonlight illuminating his face made her reach up and stroke his cheek.

“Thanks,” he laughed. She pressed a kiss just beneath his jaw and decided to stay there for a bit, sucking a mark of her own into his skin. The buttons of his flannel were so easy to unbutton that she got through the first three before he even noticed.

“Y/N, don’t do this to me when you’re drunk,” he groaned. He saw right through her, but she couldn’t help it. She always got horny after she cried when she was drunk.

“Please,” she begged, “I need it.” She had moved to straddle his lap so she had better access to his lips. She pressed her mouth to his before he could protest anymore, and playfully bit down on his bottom lip. He pulled her closer, but she could tell he was conflicted about it, which is why she had to be sneaky about trying to undo his zipper.

“Y/N,” he said more sternly against her lips, “I don’t feel right taking advantage of drunk girls.” She pouted at him but he only pulled her back to his mouth, and placed his hands on her hips. She wasn’t sure what game they were playing, but she was willing to find out. He rubbed circles into her hip bone, and she noticed he subtly hiked her dress up so that it was just her panties against his jeans. She got the hint and began to circle her hips against his thigh, sighing as the pressure she felt was relieved. He moved his lips to her neck and began sucking a mark into her skin.

“Looks like I’ll have to give you more of these, so everyone will know whose girl you are,” he says, and she gasps as he grazes his teeth against her skin.

“Luke,” she whines, “I need… more.” There was too much in between him and her.

“Need help baby?” he asks, and she nods fervently. He reaches beneath her and rips her underwear easily, flinging it somewhere across the dark room. He took her hips firmly in his hands and guided her movements against him.

“There you go, it’s better when I do it for you, isn’t it?” she nods again. She planted her hands around his shoulders and kissed him deeply again. The pressure was finally building inside her, but she couldn’t help feeling like he was neglected. There was a noticeable bulge in his pants, and she wanted to help him feel good too. So, again, she snuck her hand to his pants and palmed him through his jeans. He let out a short lived moan that he cut off before she could revel in it.

“Hands to yourself, I won’t tell you again,” he placed her hand back on his shoulder. She tightened her arms around his neck and hid her face so he couldn’t see any more of her plotting looks. She carefully inched away from the wet spot she’d made on his jeans and toward where his cock was straining against his zipper. Before he knew it, she was grinding directly on his erection. His hips jerked up a bit and his grip on her tightened, but he didn’t stop her, which she took as a sign to keep going.

“Jesus,” he said breathlessly, pulling away, “you don’t listen to a word I say.” His words were scolding her, but the smirk on his face told her otherwise. She smirked back at him and quickened her pace to catch him up to her.

“Look at you, so worked up just from rubbing yourself off on my cock. Are you going to cum for me baby?” She nodded her head and collapsed on top of him less than a minute later. She was sufficiently worn out.

“Well, I think these jeans have seen their last day,” he rasped. She was laying her head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat attempt to return to a normal rhythm. Looking down at his jeans though, she knew what he meant. There were several different spots of her own arousal, as well as the remnants of his release soaking through the material.

“C’mon love, you need a bath. You’re covered in dirt and cum,” he pulled at her arm and she groaned, wanting to just fall asleep how they were. It took several attempts on his part, but he finally got her in the bathtub on the condition that he get in as well. They soaked in the lavender bubbles and she fell asleep a few times, but he managed to get her clean. The last stage of her drunk routine was to get very sleepy, very quickly, and this was evident to Luke as she crawled into bed without even drying her hair. He smiled and kissed the top of her damp head before climbing in next to her.

The situation with the rival werewolf clan had only worsened two weeks after the party. They had decided to target Y/N since whenever the mate of the alpha dies, the pack is practically useless, which would be the perfect time to strike. Unfortunately, this meant that anything that had her scent on it could be a target. She had come home one night to find her dorm room completely ransacked. Thankfully, Rebecca had been at her boyfriend’s place that night, but it was still scary. She didn’t want anyone to get hurt because of her. Luke was even more protective than he usually was, so there hadn’t been a moment that she wasn’t with him or another member of the pack (except for when she was in class) since the incident in her dorm. It was just a little over a week before Christmas, and she was starting to fear for her friend’s lives. Thankfully, everyone had left campus for the holiday. Well, everyone expect Michael. He spent all of his money on a new gaming system, so he was stuck in his dorm for Christmas. And maybe it was irrational, but Y/N worried that the other pack would go after Michael in his dorm, considering she used to spend a little of time there and her scent was probably all over it. So after a whole day of begging Luke, he agreed to let Michael in on the secret and have him stay at the house for safety. Michael took it surprisingly well, saying that he knew there was something off about Luke. Y/N was sitting in the kitchen at the house waiting for Calum and Crystal to return from picking up Michael.

“I don’t see why I couldn’t go along,” Y/N grumbled to Luke who was attempting to make breakfast, “Hey! Don’t do that.” She took the bowl of whisked eggs that he was about to put in the microwave out of Luke’s hands. She flicked on the stove and let the pan heat up.

“Because if you go then we have to worry about protecting two humans instead of one,” he said, “and also because I wouldn’t get you all to myself.” He wrapped his arms around her from behind and pecked her shoulder.

“Are you making food, Y/N?” several of the younger wolves immediately came downstairs at the smell of food cooking. Luke sighed and mumbled something about it being nice while it lasted. After making a much larger batch of eggs, they all sat around the huge table to eat. Luke insisted there wasn’t enough seating for everyone (even though there definitely was), so he pulled her into his lap. When Michael finally arrived, there was an odd silence from everyone, as if they could all sense something that she couldn’t. Calum walked through the door first, then Michael and Crystal followed. Y/N thought they were walking awfully close together for strangers, then she spotted their intertwined hands. She turned back to Luke in confusion.

“Michael is Crystal’s mate,” Luke whispered in her ear. A rush of joy pulsed through her at the thought of her friend finally finding a nice girl to date. This meant that she wouldn’t have to chase off any more crazy one night stands!

That night, Y/N was counting her blessings that they had brought Michael here when they did, because they heard news that the dorms were completely torn apart by some kind of wild animal. Thankfully, no one was hurt, but it’s still scary that the other pack is so determined to kill her. The whole thing put Luke in a very bad mood.

“Luke,” she said, peaking into the room where the higher ups of the pack talked strategy, “Do you want me to pack a suitcase for you? The flight’s at 5.” They had planned to go to the states for Christmas, so Y/N’s family could meet Luke and they could get away from all of the bad werewolf business. She thought he had been pretty excited to meet her family and see where she grew up, but it was the day of their flight and he still hadn’t packed. He looked up from the papers he was going over with Ashton and the others.

“Y/N, I don’t think I’ll be able to go, I’m sorry. With all of this going on, I can’t leave the pack without a leader,” he said. She frowned and walked over to him, rubbing over his tense shoulders.

“It’s alright, I understand,” she said, and he seemed to relax a little, “I’ll just contact the airline and cancel our flight.”

“Uh, no darling, I think you’ve misunderstood. You’re still going, I don’t want you anywhere near here, it’s too dangerous.”

“If you’re not going then neither am I,” she pouted, “I want to spend the holidays with you.” He turned to her and gave her a pleading expression that screamed ‘for once can you just not fight me when it comes to your safety.’

“Fine,” she sighed, “But you’re really going to miss out. My grandma makes the best cookies and she only gives them out at Christmas time.”

“Well, give her my best regards and maybe she’ll send some back with you,” he said, pressing a kiss to her cheek before she scurried off to go finish packing.

She was at her annual family Christmas party when her phone rang. To her surprise, Ashton’s contact picture was the one on her lockscreen, not Luke’s. Luke hadn’t called her all day, which was strange because since she’s been away, they’ve talked on the phone at least three times every day. She answered the phone immediately. To receive a call from Ashton, but not Luke definitely wasn’t a normal occurrence.

“Hey Ashton, what’s up? I was just about to try calling Luke again. Is he okay?” the string of questions escaped her mouth before she could even think about it.

“Hey Y/N…. Luke’s fine… in a manner of speaking. That’s actually why I called,” his voice was cautious and she could hear muffled voices of a few of the others in the background. It sounded alarmingly calm at the pack house, which is what worried her the most.

“In a manner of speaking? What does that mean?” her voice raised an octave with concern. What if that idiot had himself gotten hurt?

“Stay calm, everything’s okay,” Ashton said, detecting the worry in her voice, “however, there is a bit of a situation over here. Before I tell you about it, it might be best to go to a different room for a few minutes, as the nature of this discussion is a bit…. Sensitive.” Y/N looked over at her elderly grandmother smiling obliviously next to her on the couch. It would probably be best to have some privacy. 75% of her family members would probably go into cardiac arrest if they knew that she was really dating a werewolf.

“Okay, I’m alone,” she said once she closed herself in the guest bedroom she was staying in.

“Alright… to start off, Luke ordered me to tell you that there is absolutely no reason for you to come home early, so don’t even think about it,” Ashton said gruffly, clearly annoyed at Luke’s forced disclaimer.

“Of course he did,” she rolled her eyes, “alright, spit it out, what’s wrong with him.”

“Okay… this might freak you out a bit (it’s really not my job to be telling you this),” he said the last part under his breath, “so wolves typically go through what we call a rut once a month when they have a mate. It lasts for a few days in which the wolf needs to be with his or her mate physically, if you know what I mean. For alpha’s, the need is much stronger considering it’s extremely important that the alpha can reproduce successfully with their mate a few times so the pack has an alpha for the next generation. Your boyfriend here clearly decided he’s immune to our species most important biological function since he let his mate leave the country toward the end of the month without even telling her about the damn thing.”

“Oh my god,” she ran a hand over her face, trying to process everything, “What happens if he doesn’t…. you know,” she trails off. Luke should have just told her himself and saved her the most awkward conversation in the world.

“It’s nothing too serious, high fever, exhaustion, headaches, nausea, pain in the lower region, and in severe cases, delusions. It’s nothing our fearless leader can’t handle, just thought I’d let you know,” Ashton says in a sarcastically chipper voice. He’s clearly angry with Luke as well.

“What?! I’m coming back right now, I’ll let you know the soonest flight I can get,” she started frantically shoving things in her suitcase while waiting for the airline’s website to load on her laptop.

“Ashton! Hand over the phone right now,” she heard Luke’s voice in the background. It sounded a bit strained, but there was no mistaking his alpha tone.

“Y/N, this is really unnecessary---” her heart broke at the sound of his voice. He sounded so tired and weak.

“I don’t want to hear one thing out of you Luke. If you had just told me in the first place I never would have left. But now because of your terrible communication skills, you’re in pain and I can’t do anything about it because there’s an ocean in between us. You’ve really put me in a terrible position, but I’m going to try to leave my house in ten minutes, and hopefully I can get a direct flight back. I should be home in 10 hours give or take, so just do your best until I get back---”

“Y/N,” he interrupted her rambling sternly, “You are not coming back early, and that’s final.” His voice was much stronger than it was when he had answered the phone. It gave her chills all down her body, but she shook it off.

“Don’t you dare try to use your alpha voice on me. I’m not part of your pack, you can’t force me to listen to you. I’m not going to sit here while you’re hurting and I could be doing something to help. I’m getting on the next flight home whether you like it or not.”

“I’m not playing around Y/N, you’ll be in big trouble if you do. It’s dangerous for you here, I’m telling you no.”

“I don’t care,” she snapped and hung up the phone before he could protest any more.

After a nine hour flight sitting next to a really whiny kid, an hour long train ride back to campus, and a ten minute walk to the house, she was finally there. The closer she got to the house, the more her head started to pound. She could feel her body reacting to being closer to him. An intense heat settled in her lower belly as she walked through the door, lugging her suitcase. Despite it being early in the morning, everyone was gathered downstairs, and they all turned to greet her. She had never seen the house this quiet, even the younger members of the pack had a solemn look on their faces. Everyone looked tired as well, so she guessed that they hadn’t slept in a while. One thing that still amazed her about the pack was how much they care for each other. If one of them didn’t sleep, then evidently none of them did.

“Morning everyone,” she said with a half smile. Out of experience, she knew none of them were keen on any aspect of the morning.

“Thanks for coming back Y/N. We were really worried, we’ve never seen him this bad,” said Claire. Y/N nodded and gave them an “of course I came back to help my poor, stupid boyfriend” expression, then she headed up the stairs. As much as she wanted to catch up with everyone, every molecule in her body was pulling her to him. She creaked open the door and the breath was knocked out of her when she saw him. She had never seen him look so weak before. He always seemed so strong and healthy to her, that she almost didn’t recognize the man laying in his bed. He was wearing only boxers with a thin sheet covering half of him. His cheeks were flushed a bright red and he had a bag of ice resting on his forehead. Every inch of him was covered with sweat, which must be his body’s way of trying to bring down his temperature. As she walked closer to him she tried to ignore the massive boner tenting the sheets. His eyes were closed and his brows furrowed, giving her the impression that he was in a restless sleep. She pressed her hand to his face gently, and gasped at the scathing temperature. Sure, he normally ran on the warmer side of things, but there was no way his body was anywhere near a normal human fever range. He looked so sickly that it seemed to her there was no way this is a rut, that he really just needs some chicken soup and some cold medicine. But the minute his eyes opened, she retracted her previous thought. His blue irises were so dark that they were practically black. His eyes held a hunger that she had never seen before.

“Hey,” she smiled down at him, brushing a bit of his hair off of his sweaty forehead, “how are you d---” before she could even finish her sentence he had pulled her onto the bed and was on top of her faster than her brain could even process. His mouth went directly for the mark he had made what seemed like so long ago on her skin, and she yelped when his teeth puncturing the skin. When he pulled off, the mark looked fresh again, and through his hazy eyes she could tell he was proud of himself. Those same dark eyes flickered up to hers and he attacked her lips. She had never seen him like this, he was ravenous. Whenever she would run out of breath, he just moved to somewhere else on her body until she could catch up. It was like he didn’t even need oxygen, just the taste of her skin. It wasn’t long before he was grinding his heavy member against her clothed center. She could tell he was harder than he had ever been before, and bigger somehow, if that was even possible. She was pooling arousal in her sweatpants after only a few minutes. She knew that if her own body was reacting this much, then his need must be ten times worse. So naturally, she did what she would always do to help the process along. Her hand slipped past the elastic of his boxer and gripped his hard member. She was able to ascertain that he must have cum in his boxers at least once just from grinding on her before her hand was ripped away. Her head lifted to look at him in confusion, only to see him glowering down at her.

“Only good girls get to touch daddy’s cock,” he said rigidly.

“But---” she started to protest, but he cut her off.

“What? Do you think you’re a good girl? Good girls listen to their daddies. I told you it was too dangerous here right now, I told you you would be punished if you came back, but you didn’t care, hmm?” Every syllable that left his lips dripped with dominance, and it really wasn’t helping the wetness gathering in her underwear.

“But I just wanted to help you cum daddy,” she pouted, and he thumbed at her lower lip. She opened her mouth and lewdly sucked at his thumb, swirling her tongue around the tip as if it was his cock, but he pulled his hand away before she could really have any fun with it.

“I know baby, but you still disobeyed me, and that means I have to punish you,” he said, moving so his lap was on full display to her, including the tent in his boxers. She was enamored by the sight of his thick thighs, but he ended her delusions quickly when he tugged her hair harshly, and she landed face down in his lap.

“We’re not playing games today, Y/N, when I tell you you’re going to be punished you damn well better get over my knee before I double your punishment.”

“Sorry,” she said, burying her face in the comforter.

“I don’t want to hear a word out of you unless you’re counting your spankings or saying our safeword, is that understood?” he ordered as he stripped her of all of her clothes. She nodded her head, still not daring to meet his eye. He gave her ten spankings and by the end of it she was practically swimming in her own arousal. She had gripped the hem of his boxers in her palms and pressed her cheek to his leg to keep quiet. Despite his severity, she still felt just as close to him as she had any other time, if not more so. Something about him taking complete control felt so natural, and she thinks he had probably been holding back until now.

“Oh baby,” he remarked as he rubbed over the tender skin of her bum, “you’re so wet, is this all for me?” She nodded, finally looking up at him with teary eyes. She felt that their bodies were becoming more and more intune with each other with every minute she spent with him, meaning she was starting to feel the full extent of his rut. She didn’t know how he felt like this a full day without going crazy.

“You did so good for me,” he cooed, his eyes softer than before as he wiped at her wet face. She suddenly couldn’t stand being so far from him, even though she was just on his lap, so she flung her arms around him and pressed her face into the crook of his neck, where he smelled of himself the most.

“What’s wrong darling?” he asked, petting over her hair a few times. She had expected him to be cross with her for moving without permission, but he seemed more concerned at her sudden outburst than anything.

“It hurts,” she sniffled.

“Where? Your bum?” he asks, prying her away from him to look at her face. She shook her head and pointed where she really burned for him, her core. It felt like there was a rope inside her that had been wound up far too tightly and far too quickly.

“Your body is probably mimicking my symptoms,” he said with a frown, “I know it hurts, but I’m going to fix it right up for you sweet girl.” The haze in his eyes from earlier wasn’t gone, but it was more focused. He had a tendency to take care of her needs above all else, which probably gave him more self control. He set her down against the pillows, careful not to put too much weight on her sore bum. She fidgeted impatiently as he finally rid himself of his boxers and his cock was finally right in front of her. It was flushed an angry shade of red and the tip was gushing precum. She had to stop herself from lunging forward and putting her mouth on him, knowing it would be the quickest way to relieve his visibly painful boner. He pumped himself a few times before finally slamming into her. She opened her mouth to scream out, but he jammed two fingers in her mouth before she could.

“Won’t last a minute if you scream like you always do baby,” he said with his eyes scrunched closed. He rested his head forward on her collarbone, trying to catch his breath. The sudden sensation on his cock after being neglected for so long must be overwhelming. She sated herself by sucking on his fingers, savoring the taste of his precum that was left behind.

“Jesus you’re still so tight,” he said in her ear, finally thrusting back into her, “how are you still this tight? Does daddy not fuck you hard enough?” He began to pound into her like he hadn’t seen her in months, when it in fact had been less than a week. She was gripping onto the sheets for dear life, knowing she couldn’t touch him unless he said so. He must have been able to read her mind because he pried her hands from the sheets and let her wrap her arms around his neck as he pulled her impossibly close to his chest. Resting her head on his shoulder, she felt nothing but bliss. She could feel the steady beat of his heart against her chest, and the tight grip he held on her hips, where there would definitely be bruises tomorrow.

“I’m so damn in love with you, you know?” he said, pressing a kiss to the side of her neck, then evidently deciding to mark up that spot too. It was the first time he’d ever said it to her, but at this point in their relationship it was implied. Still, even such a common human gesture was nice to hear, even if she already knew it.

“Love you too… so, so, so much” she replied, though her voice was muffled from being pressed into the base of his throat. He thrust up into her again and again, each time hitting that spot inside of her. One of his hands released its grip on her hip and moved to just above where they were connected to rub at her clit. She could feel herself approaching the edge, but she knew she needed permission before letting go.

“Daddy?” she asked, concentrating on holding it together despite his rough thrusts into her.

“Yes baby?” he replied with an overly sweet tone. She groaned internally. He already knew what she was going to ask and he planned on being difficult about it.

“Please can I cum?”

“Hmm, I don’t know...” he suddenly stilled completely inside her, even his fingers stopped their movements. She immediately lifted her head from his shoulder to see what on earth could have made him stop, but she was only met with his cocky expression.

“You did ask so nicely, just how I taught you,” he said, petting at her hair thoughtfully, “but bad girls who don’t listen don’t get to cum, isn’t that right?” He smirked down at her and she nodded begrudgingly, hoping if she played along he would show her some mercy. He stared down at her face for some time before sighing and resuming his thrusts.

“You can stop giving me those puppy dog eyes now,” he said, dropping her onto her back again and propping himself up above her so he was the only thing she could see, “you’re such a spoiled girl, daddy always gives you your way. You can cum.” She finally let go the moment the words left his mouth, repeating a string of “thank you’s” and soaking his cock even more. She was still trying to regain her grip on things when he pulled out of her, still fully hard. She scrunched her eyebrows together and opened her eyes to see him looking down at her, eyes still heavy with lust.

“Can you give me one more baby?” he asked. Though her body was still recovering, she nodded in reply.

“That’s my girl, get on your hands and knees,” he grinned at her. Though her limbs were a bit wobbly, she managed to do as he asked. He steadied her hips and immediately reentered her weepy hole, sighing in relief. Her legs reflexively closed for a moment, but he kept a firm grip on her thigh to keep them open. She could feel herself climbing back up the wave of pleasure again in record time. It felt so nice to be full of him and only him, to be touched by him and only him.

“Lovie?” he called, trying to get her attention as she was clearly lost in the footholds of pleasure. She replied with a short “mmhmm?”

“When I cum during my rut, my cock swells up a bit at the top to lock us together. ‘T’s called a knot, and it’ll last maybe ten minutes. Is that okay? I’ll pull out if you want,” he explained a bit breathlessly. She had to give him props for being so clear headed through all of this. He was the one actually in rut and she could barely speak coherent sentences.

“No, don’t pull out,” she said, reaching back to grab at his hand, “I want it. I want every part of you, human and wolf.” He intertwined their fingers and pulled her back up against his chest.

“Such a good girl for me, so perfect and tight. Cum whenever you’d like,” he toyed with one of her nipples in one hand, the other still gripping onto hers. She knew he was close when his thrusts started to falter and he muttered unintelligible things into her skin. She felt his knot swell up as he filled her up with his release, which was enough to send her towards her second orgasm. They both flopped back onto the mattress, and he wrapped an arm around her middle as he pumped his hot cum inside her. She couldn’t be happier in that moment. Knowing that he wasn’t in pain anymore and was lying safe and happy next to her was definitely worth the unexpected plane ride.

“Don’t ever leave me again,” he said, nuzzling into her neck and breathing in her scent. She laughed at his puppy-like antics and reached back to ruffle his hair. It seemed any clarity he had earlier was gone and left him with a clouded mind again. He made her cum and third time on his knot, then after that she lost count. She tried not to think about the fact that the house was filled with individuals with super hearing. Each time he came, he was a bit more sated, until they both finally fell asleep. He was too tired to even pull out of her, so as she drifted off she relished in the feeling of him snug inside her.

She woke up in the middle of the night because she was cold. This hadn’t happened to her since she started dating Luke since he’s practically a walking space heater. Falling asleep naked after sex was never an issue because he was always right up against her, keeping her warm. Regardless, in her drowsy state she just rolled out of bed, stumbled over to the wardrobe, and pulled on one of Luke’s hoodies. It was only when she turned back to the bed that she realized it was empty. Her boyfriend’s long body wasn’t spread out over it, taking up over half of the space. Her initial inclination was that he was just downstairs getting something to eat, considering they had both burned enough calories to warrant a feast. Despite her tired limbs, she put on a pair of his sweatpants and went downstairs to make sure he didn’t try to microwave eggs again. The kitchen, however, was completely empty as well. She wandered into the den as well as the strategy room, but he wasn’t there either. She even checked the garage, but it was like he vanished into thin air. Her heart was starting to beat erratically. He would have woken her to tell her if he left the house for any reason… unless. Unless he didn’t want her to know where she was going. She ran to Ashton’s room and turned on the lamp next to his bed.

“Y/N?” he asked, rubbing his eyes.

“Luke is gone. I can’t find him anywhere and I’m worried,” she explains. Ashton flops back onto the bed and shoved a pillow on his head to block out the light.

“He’s probably just gone on a walk or something. He’s a big boy he can take care of himself,” his voice was muffled by the pillow. She huffed, turning out the light, and leaving the room. She wouldn’t get anywhere with any of the wolves, they all have a habit of being in terrible moods when first waking up. She decided to take things into her own hands, so she shoved some warm boots on and walked out the door, heading into the forest, aka the one place Luke asks her never to go alone. She couldn’t help it, there was a bad feeling settled in the pit of her stomach, and she had to make sure he was okay. Something inside of her told her which direction to go, and she had to hope that it was some cool werewolf mate thing that allowed her to find Luke, and not just a stupid voice inside her head. Eventually, she came upon a scene that made the hair on the back of her neck stand up and her stomach churn. Two wolves were fighting, or the had been fighting, as from the looks of it the one on the ground didn’t have much of a chance to fight back at this point. Its coat was matted with blood and she could tell its breathing was labored. The wolf standing over it had a few considerable wounds as well, but at least it could still stand. She felt out of place watching these two ethereal creatures fight, like it was something she shouldn’t be allowed to see. She knew what Luke would want her to do: turn around and go home. He wouldn’t want her to see this side of him. And she definitely knew he would be furious if she threw herself in between the two wolves, but she had no choice. The wolf lying on the ground, too injured to even stand, had a golden coat. It was the same wolf who had saved her from an unruly Calum, the same wolf who watched over her when she sleepwalked into the forest. She would recognize that wolf anywhere, and she wouldn’t watch the love of her life be killed right before her eyes without at least putting up a fight.

“Stop!” she screamed, flinging herself in between Luke and the other wolf. This wolf was the scariest she had ever seen, and the blood covering his muzzle definitely didn’t help. It was just as big as Luke, who was previously the biggest wolf she had ever seen. She didn’t care how much it bared its fangs at her, she held her ground and tried to make herself as big as possible to protect the sheer surface area of Luke’s horse-sized wolf form. To her surprise, she heard a growl not from in front of her, but from behind her. Luke was growling at her. It was weak, but he was clearly intending to scold her. She didn’t need werewolf telepathy to know that he was telling her to get out of the way. She ignored it.

“Back off,” she warned the other wolf, but his advance did not slow. In fact, he seemed even more fixed on killing, though it was clear it intended to kill Y/N first so Luke had to watch her die before he met his end as well. Once it was within a few feet of them, Y/N reached to the ground, grabbed the nearest thing to her (which happened to be a decent sized rock), and threw it. To her surprise, the rock actually hit her target straight between the eyes. She knew the wolf certainly wouldn’t collapse just because a weak human threw a pebble at it, but it did falter a bit.

“You’re pathetic,” she spit, “waiting for him to be at his weakest to lure him out here and fight you. A true leader doesn’t play cheap tricks to try and overpower the opponent. It’s because you knew you wouldn’t stand a chance if he fought you with his true strength.” She didn’t care if this only pissed the wolf off more, she was furious. He clearly chose to lure Luke into a fight while he was still in his rut, and from what Ashton had told her, wolves lose about half of their strength during the time that it lasts. The wolf did what she could only perceive as its best attempt at an evil laugh in its wolf form, and resumed its advance. She was trembling with fear, but she didn’t move an inch. She would stay with Luke till the very end, even if that meant dying now. However, before the wolf could lunge at her, the sound of huge paws running towards them filled the air, and before she knew it half of the pack was jumping through the air, shoving the bad wolf out of the way. It took her a few seconds to register that they were out of danger, then she immediately turned to Luke. He was in bad shape, she knew that much, but since she didn’t have much experience as a veterinarian, she wouldn’t know the full extent of the damage till he shifted back into human form.

“Luke? Everything is going to be okay now, just hold on a little longer till we can get some help,” she ran her fingers through his soft fur and was relieved when he opened his eyes and she could see his blue orbs again. He feebly lifted his head a bit to nuzzle into her body, and she tried her best to comfort him while the pack finished off whatever was left of the other wolf.

Getting Luke to shift back into his human form while he was barely conscious was a struggle, but he eventually did and Ashton carried him back to the house on his back. Luckily, the damage to his body wasn’t life threatening, and she could already see his body’s accelerated healing working. She had a hard time leaving him even to go get a glass of water, even though he wasn’t even awake. It was stupid for her to feel so fiercely protective of his resting body, knowing that even in his injured state he could protect himself better than she could, but she couldn’t shake it. She knew that even if the pack hadn’t come to rescue them, she would’ve given her life for him without hesitation. Ashton had of course apologized profusely to her for dismissing her panic so quickly, but she was just glad they had realized in time. Everyone went back to their beds after all of the excitement, and they urged her to do the same, but she instead sat in a chair next to Luke’s bed, watching each cut and bruise slowly disappear from his skin. It was funny, now that she thinks about it, that she ever tried to give him a hickey or a love bite. If his body heals this quickly from the vicious gashes left by the other wolf, there was no point in trying to leave any lasting mark on him from simply grazing him with her human teeth. When he woke up, she didn’t know if she wanted to attack him with a hug or smack him in the head. She didn’t do either of course, since she didn’t want to hurt him while he was still fragile.

“You are an idiot Luke Hemmings,” she said sternly as he fluttered his eyes open. He let out a half hearted laugh.

“I could say the same about you, love. Did you really think flinging a rock would stop a 7 foot wolf?”

“Well I had to do something since my numbskull boyfriend decided it was a good idea to fight the other pack’s alpha by himself in the middle of his rut,” she retorted.

“Alright, alright, we’ll talk about this later. I just want to hold you right now,” he said, pulling her towards him. She gave him a hard look for a few seconds before eventually complying and crawling up next to him. She was careful not to put any weight on his injuries.

“Don’t you ever try something like that again,” she muttered as he wrapped his arms around her, “I would really be lost without you.”

“Alright, you’ve got my word,” he said.

“Good. I want as much time with you as possible.”

“I like that plan,” he said, pressing a kiss to the side of her head, both of them savoring the time ahead of them.

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The Right Partner

My Hero Academia Fanfic

Characters: Katsuki Bakugou, Kia Hales (OC)

Rating: Mature

Tag List: @cobblepottantrum @rageyoudamnednerd @fourth-best-jeanist @frenlysnek666 @luxlunaestrellita

Chapter 18

Kirishima stretched as he finished submitting the paperwork from the hostage situation he and Kaminari had helped with earlier that day. Looking at the clock, he realized it was late in the evening. His partner, Kaminari, was laid back in his own chair, dozing with his feet on his desk. Kirishima let out a big yawn as Mina Ashido cam walking around the corner.

“Hey, Eijiro!” Mina said as she walked up to his desk. “Heard you guys did an awesome job today!”

“Sure did,” Kirishima replied, “We helped catch a group of robbers that were holding a bunch of people hostage. I just finished all the paperwork.”

“I’ve been messaging Ochaco and Kyoka. We are going to meet up for a drink later. I was wondering if you and Kaminari would want to come too?” she asked.

“I’m game. Hey, Kaminari wake up!” Kirishima yelled, throwing a balled up piece of paper at his partner.

“What?” Kaminari babbled as he woke.

“You want to go out for drinks later?” Mina asked him.

“Heck yeah! I could go for a drink,” Kaminari cheered.

“Well then, we will see you guys at the usual place at 11:00 pm,” Mina said as she walked away.

“We will see you there,” Kirishima replied. Turning to his partner, he asked, “Denki, did you finish your report on the robbery today?”

“Uh, almost,” Kaminari said, rubbing the back of his head. “I wasn’t sure what all I’m supposed to fill in since we worked with Bakugou and Hales. They were the main heroes that fought against the villains. Shouldn’t they do most of the paperwork?”

“Jeez, Dude,” Kirishima sighed. “You are a pro now, you should at least try and do the paperwork.”

“Sorry, I just can’t help it! I’ve had Bakugou’s hot partner on my mind,” Kaminari said, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Not cool. You really need to treat women better. Then maybe you would be able to keep a girlfriend.” Kirishima chided.

“Hey, I can’t help it. I’m a man who appreciates a beautiful woman,” Kaminari defended himself.

“I don’t think Kia is interested in you, anyway,” Kirishima said.

“You are probably right,” Kaminari said. “Besides, I’m not the one who has a date with her.”

Kirishima blushed. “I don’t think it is that kind of date.”

“Dude, you got her number and you get to call her by her first name,” Kaminari teased.

“Yeah, but she is paying for dinner. Plus, she said it was a thank you for catching her in the stairwell,” Kirishima countered.

“Come on, Eijiro! She is easily a ten or better. You are telling me that you aren’t even going to try?” Kaminari said in disbelief.

“With how Bakugou was looking at me when I got her number, no way!” Kirishima shook his head.

“Bakugou? Wait, are you telling me he really was jealous?” Kaminari exclaimed.

“I’m not sure. I’ve never seen Bakugou interested in a girl before, so it is hard to tell,” Kirishima said, “She sure is interesting, and it seems that she works really well with him and understands his personality.”

“You think he will have any luck with a short temper and crappy personality?” Kaminari asked skeptically.

“I think she might be able to see through him. Bakugou isn’t as bad as he was in high school,” Kirishima said. “He seems to accept her as his partner. It will be interesting getting to know her.”

“Bakugou has amazing skills, smarts, and looks. It would only be fair that he has trouble getting the girl,” Kaminari whined.

“With how focused he is about becoming the number one hero, I’m pretty sure the girl is going to have trouble getting him,” Kirishima chuckled.

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Kia made her way to the foyer after changing into her regular clothes. Bakugou had told her to meet him there. Shouldering her pack, she stepped out of the elevator. Glancing at her phone, she saw it was almost 11:00 pm. Looking up, she could see Bakugou leaning against the counter looking at his own phone. He wore baggy jeans and a t-shirt. Kia couldn’t help but admire how good he looked. His eyes were softer instead of the usual scowl he always wore.

Shaking her head to clear the thought from her mind, she walked up to her partner. “Hey, I’m ready to go.” She smiled.

Bakugou looked up at his partner as she approached. She was wearing a pair of blue jeans that hugged her hips and a tight tank top with a jacket. She was showing a lot more skin than she usually did, and he could see the end of a scar along her collarbone.

“It is about damn time,” he growled.

“Oh, please… like you have been waiting long,” Kia rolled her eyes. “Better be nice, or I might take back my offer of buying you a drink,” she smirked.

“Just hurry up,” Bakugou said as he picked up his own bag and turned to walk out the door.

Bakugou led her to a bus stop and they didn’t have to wait long before one pulled up. Bakugou stepped aside to let Kia get on first. Moving down the aisle, Kia sat in a window seat and Bakugou sat next to her.

“So, where are we going?” Kia asked.

“Just my usual place,” Bakugou said before pulling out a set of ear buds and plugging them into his phone. Kia was searching her own bag for her earbuds when Bakugou held out one of his for her. Kia looked up at him in surprise and smiled as she took the offered earbud. Putting it in, she sat back in the seat. Bakugou hit play and they both sat in silence listening to his playlist.

After about 15 minutes, Bakugou nudged Kia to let her know they had reached their stop. Getting off the bus, they walked a couple blocks before coming to a decent looking bar. Stepping forward, Bakugou opened the door and stepped aside so Kia could go in first.

She was starting to realize that despite his rough attitude and yelling, Bakugou was actually very respectful towards her. She wondered if maybe his mother had something to do with that.

She made her way to the bar, sitting on a stool as Bakugou sat in the one next to her. The bartender came straight over as they both sat down.

“Well, well… I never thought I would see the day that Bakugou brings a woman in for a drink.” the bartender teased.

“Shut up,” Bakugou snapped.

Laughing, Kia bowed her head to the bartender. “Hi, I’m Kia, his partner.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Minoru.” The bartender bowed back, “So, what has you drinking with this hot head?” Bakugou glared at the bartender.

“It has been a long day,” Kia replied.

Minoru chuckled as he pulled a couple of glasses out from under the counter. Putting some ice in the cups, he asked, “How long of a day?”

“It’s been more like a long couple of weeks,” Kia grinned.

“Alright, then! I’ve got just the stuff,” Minoru said as he poured.

He passed them each a glass. Kia picked hers up, taking a small sniff at the glass before sipping it. The alcohol was smooth as she swallowed. “This is good. Thank you,” she said, taking another drink.

“I’m glad. Just let me know if there is anything else I can get for you,” Minoru said before moving down the bar to help another customer.

“You must come here often?” Kia asked looking over at Bakugou.

“Sometimes,” he replied, taking another drink from his glass. “Kirishima and I come here.”

“So he really is your best friend?” Kia said taking another drink.

“Yeah,” Bakugou replied.

“He seems like a really cool guy. I think a person should cherish their friends. You never know when you might lose one,” Kia added, looking solemnly at her glass.

Bakugou watched as she took another drink. He could tell there was something more behind her words. “Do you have a lot of friends back in America?” he asked.

“Yeah, and they are all really great,” Kia replied, smiling fondly, “What about you? I’ve met Kirishima and Kaminari but do you have more friends?”

“There are a few more from High School,” Bakugou admitted.

“You went to school at U.A., right? What was it like?” Kia asked. “Attending Hero High was crazy. The teachers really put us through the ringer teaching us how to be heroes.”

“I know what you mean,” Bakugou said, taking another drink.

“I hear your sports festival is really something else,” Kia said, “Hero High had something similar, but I don’t think it got nearly the ratings that U.A.’s did.”

“You had a sports festival?” Bakugou asked.

“It’s not called a sports festival, but they did hold tournaments so students could show off their skills to potential employers,” Kia explained.

“Tournaments… that sounds better than the sports festival,” Bakugou said.

“The tournaments were a lot of fun. There was even a talent competition, too. My class put on a concert once for it,” Kia recalled.

“Ours did something like that too,” Bakugou said.

“A concert, huh? Did you play or sing?” Kia asked.

“Played the drums,” Bakugou stated.

“Well, tell me about the concert. Did you guys kill it, or what?” Kia pried.

“Hell yeah, we did!” Bakugou said with pride.

He started telling her all about how he and his classmates killed the other departments with music and Kia told him about her own classes’ musical debut. Little did the two of them realize but they were being watched.

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“Come on, Kaminari! We are already late,” Kirishima said.

“Hey, I just wanted to make sure that I looked good!” Kaminari replied as they made their way to the bar.

They were meeting up with Mina and some other classmates at one of their favorite bars. Kirishima walked through the door and instantly recognized Mina’s pink hair and horns. Moving over to the booth, he could see Kyoka Jiro, Ochaco Uraraka, and Izuku Midoriya were also sitting there.

“Sorry we are late guys, but Kaminari took forever to get his paperwork done,” Kirishima said as they both sat down. When no one responded, he looked up to see all four of them staring at something across the room. “What is up with all of you?” he asked.

“I never thought I would see it,” Jiro said with wide eyes.

“Never thought you would see what?” Kaminari asked confused.

“Kacchan is here...” Midoriya replied.

“With a woman!” Uraraka finished.

“What?” Kirishima said, turning around. Sure enough, he could see his best friend sitting at the bar having a drink with his new partner. They seemed to be deep in conversation. Bakugou said something they couldn’t hear that made Kia laugh. “Oh, that is his new partner.”

“Wait, his new partner?” Uraraka asked.

“Yeah, she is a total babe!” Kaminari interjected.

“We should go see if they want to join us.” Kirishima turned to walk over to them but was stopped by Mina.

“Wait a minute. I totally want to watch them for a little bit,” Mina hissed.

“Why would you do that?” Kirishima asked.

“Because it might happen again!” Mina replied.

“What might happen again?” Kirishima asked completely confused. Just then he heard a deep chuckle from across the bar. He looked over to see Bakugou laughing at something Kia was telling him.

“I didn’t know Bakugou could actually smile and laugh in a way that wasn’t… you know… Bakugou,” Uraraka said in awe.

“I haven’t heard Kacchan laugh like that since we were kids,” Midoriya added.

“You guys are being weird,” Kirishima told them. Looking back at the two, he had to admit that he had only ever seen that kind of expression on Bakugou’s face when Kia was around. “I’m gonna go invite them over,” he said, walking off.

Kia saw Kirishima as he made his way over to them. “Hey, Eijiro! What brings you here?” Kia asked.

“I actually met some of our friends here for a drink. I came over to invite you two to sit with us,” Kirishima explained.

“Sure, why not?” Kia replied. Standing up, she grabbed Bakugou’s hand and followed Kirishima to the booth while dragging her reluctant partner the whole way.

When they got to the booth Kirishima introduced everyone. “Hey, guys! This is Kia Hales, she is Bakugou’s new partner. You’ve met Kaminari, and next to him are Jiro, Uraraka, Midoriya, and Mina,” he explained as he sat down next to Mina.

“It is nice to meet you all,” Kia said.

Bakugou sat down next to Kirishima on one end of the long U shaped booth. He figured Kia would sit at the other end where there was more room, so he was surprised when she sat down right next to him.

“You all can call me Kia if you want,” Kia said. “What are your names again?”

“I’m Ochaco Uraraka, and my hero name is Uravity,” Uraraka replied.

“I’m Izuku Midoriya, but you can call me Deku,” Midoriya smiled.

“I’m Kyoka Jiro, and they call me Earphone Jack,” Jiro replied.

“And I’m Mina Ashido! They can me Pinky!” Mina bubbled.

“My hero name is Wildside. How do you all know each other?” Kia asked.

“We are classmates. We went to U.A. together.” Kirishima told her.

“So, that is how you all know B?” Kia inquired.

“Well, Kacchan and I grew up in the same neighborhood, so we have known each other since we were kids,” Midoriya clarified.

“Kacchan? Why do you call him that?” Kia asked.

“Adding chan to someone’s name is one way to show familiarity. It is common for childhood friends to call each other something like that,” Mina explained.

“Kinda like how you call Bakugou B, which is short for his last name, right?” Uraraka asked.

“Well, not a first,” Kia laughed.

“Why do you call him B, then?” Jiro asked.

“He told me I couldn’t call him butthead so I figured I would shorten it to B,” Kia replied, taking a drink from her glass.

Bakugou, who had been taking a drink of his own, almost spit a mouthful all over the table. “What the hell!” he yelled.

“Relax, B, of course it is short for Bakugou now… depending on how big of an ass you are being, anyway.” Kia shrugged. The others at the table burst out laughing at Kia’s confession and Bakugou’s rage. “Besides, you call me Sunshine and I know you aren’t meaning it as a complement,” she continued.

“I don’t mean it as an insult,” Bakugou grumbled.

“Well, if you want, I could call you Kacchan or something,” Kia offered.

“Hell no, it is bad enough that fucking Deku says it!” Bakugou snapped.

“So, you call Midoriya Deku… does that mean you to were close childhood friends?” Kia asked.

“Actually, Deku is what Kacchan called me to make fun of me,” Midoriya replied, rubbing the back of his head. “But it ended up being my hero name, so I like it.”

“You were a bully?” Kia turned to her partner. “You know, I don’t think I’m surprised, honestly.”

“Go to hell!” Bakugou crossed his arms. The other six sat there watching the two of them bicker back and forth.

“So, Kia, how do you like Japan?” Uraraka interrupted.

“So far, so good! I’ve been so busy working that I haven’t really got to explore much,” Kia admitted.

“We should all go out and show you around sometime!” Mina said excitedly.

“Sounds like fun!” Kia replied. “I would really like to see some of the festivals you have over here. One day, I hope I can travel around and see more.”

Bakugou sat there listening to them all discuss when they would have time to make a road trip. Looking up at the clock, he realized it was starting to get pretty late. He nudged Kia to get her attention, “We should be heading out. We still have to be at the agency in the morning,” he said.

“We need to get going too,” Midoriya said, looking at Uraraka.

Everyone got up and started making their way over to pay for their drinks before heading out. Kirishima put a hand on Bakugou’s shoulder, stopping him and whispering something to him. Kia was standing at the bar talking to Mina. She turned to pay for her and Bakugou’s drinks, but he had already laid money down.

“Hey, I told you I would buy,” Kia reminded him.

Bakugou grumbled something that sounded a lot like a real man would pay for the drinks. Kia snickered as she followed everyone out of the bar. They all said their goodbyes and headed off into the darkness. Bakugou and Kia walked back to the bus stop where they had gotten off. Hopping on the next bus, they made their way back to the agency.

When the bus dropped them off, Kia told Bakugou goodnight and headed in the direction of the hotel she was staying at. Bakugou fell into step right next to her as they made their way down the street.

“Do you live this way?” Kia asked.

“No,” Bakugou replied.

“Then why are you following me?” she asked.

“You shouldn’t walk back on your own in the dark,” he replied.

“You do remember I’m a hero too? Anyone who tried to mug me would be in for a surprise,” Kia pointed out.

“Kirishima told me I should walk you back,” Bakugou grumbled.

“Alright, it isn’t too far.” Kia rolled her eyes. They walked in silence for a couple of blocks before Kia spoke up. “They all seem to be really good friends,” She said.

“Yeah,” Bakugou replied.

“I meant good friends for you,” Kia clarified.

“Tch, shut up.” Bakugou stomped forward.

Laughing to herself, Kia followed after him. All of the a sudden, something jumped out of the shadows at her. Kia was surprised since she hadn’t even sensed anyone nearby. The figure grabbed her hand and held it behind her back while pressing a blade to her throat. “You have to be kidding me,” Kia said in disbelief.

“Just hand over your money, and this pretty little bitch won’t get hurt,” the mugger demanded.

“Dude, your night is just about to go to hell,” Kia warned as her scales started to cover her skin.

“What are you…?” The mugger started only to be cut short by Bakugou’s fist.

Cracking his knuckles, Bakugou stood next to Kia, sneering at the mugger on the ground. “And now you die,” he said. Walking forward, he grabbed the mugger by the collar and lifted him up to see that the man was already knocked out cold. “What the hell? Is that all this loser’s got?” he said, dropping him and standing up.

Kia walked up next to him, handing him a pair of cuffs. When Bakugou turned to take them from her, she leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek.

“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!” Bakugou sputtered in surprise.

“A thanks for being my hero,” Kia replied dramatically, “It doesn’t happen very often that someone saves me for a change,” she laughed.

Bakugou bent over to cuff the mugger and to hide the blush on his cheeks. His heart was thundering so loud he swore Kia could hear it. Shaking off the feeling, he stood up and threw the mugger over his shoulder.

“Want me to walk with you to the police station?” Kia asked.

“No, I’ve got it,” Bakugou replied.

“Alright then, thanks for walking me this far. I will see you in the morning and I promise to bring coffee. Goodnight, B,” she said as she headed for her hotel once again.

“Goodnight,” Bakugou replied quietly. He watched as she walked away, still confused as to what his new partner was doing to his head and his heart.

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yule ball

You didn't have to take a good look at the person's face to know who was in your way; his disheveled Hufflepuff robes and signature silver round specs were enough of an identifier.

FEATURING - kim namjoon CATEGORY - romance WORD COUNT - 6000+

Giggles and buzzing filled the air at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Questions and answers tossed around in the air, with reactions from friends and passers-by and visiting schools mingling with it.

What had everyone been jumping at about anyways? The Yule Ball, of course.

It had been a custom, as Madame Pomfrey had told to all her advisory Hufflepuff students, in the wizarding world that the school hosting the legendary Triwizard Tournament will also. It so happens that it was Hogwarts's turn to welcome two other wizarding schools from afar. In this tournament, one willing champion from each institution will be specially selected through the Goblet of Fire to compete for the title and to undergo three dangerous tasks. As expected, the magical goblet had chosen the ever-talented Jeon Jungkook to be Hogwarts's champion while the other two champions were the brawny Kim Minseok from the East and the witty Bae Joohyun from the West. In the middle of their tournament, the Head Master of Hogwarts declared over a usual diner in the large hall about the upcoming ball that had every student in uproar. Thus, this lead to what was happening all around the campus.

Yes-or-no inquiries like 'will you be my date?' and 'can you go to the ball with me?' were said out of excitement or confidence or nervousness. Boys were gulping nervously before stepping up to the girls they would like to ask as a date. Some men lying in benches lazily either already snatched a partner or did not care whoever they asked. Girl traveled in annoying packs, making all the wooers all the more nervous.

But you were having none of that.

As you were travelling through the herd of ecstatic students - ranging from Hogwarts students and pupils from the other two visiting wizarding schools - to make your way to the library that you so call as your peaceful sanctuary, a flurry of yellow and black halted you in your tracks. You didn't have to take a good look at the person's face to know who was in your way; his disheveled Hufflepuff robes and signature silver round specs were enough of an identifier.

Your eyes went up to meet his when he called out your name. You didn't miss the unusually nervous way he gulped exaggeratedly. His stance seemed familiar enough as you've witnessed a lot of his masculine kind do so in front of particular girls. Though, if you hadn't reminded yourself that he was the closest friend you had in your common House, you would have thought he was going to ask you the familiar will-you-be-my-date-for-the-ball inquiry. Snargles, you thought, that is absolutely absurd. Of course, you wouldn't expect anyone to ask you out (because having your books was enough of a companion) and Kim Namjoon - this sweet sloppy guy - was no exception. Though it did bother you that this calm boy who rarely stumbled with his words is suddenly wary of speaking - and to you, of all people.

"Can you..." He started. Your eyes took note of how the Hogwarts students who were around and knew both of you well gasped and gossiped. Words like 'I didn't know they liked each other!' and 'I guess their friendship bloomed into something more. It's actually about time.' floated towards your hearing, and unconsciously you blushed. Nonetheless, you kept and straight face whereas Namjoon bit at his plump bottom lip.

"Follow me to the common room." You ordered, knowing fully well how uncomfortable Namjoon was gradually feeling with all the eyes watching him seeing as he - the student who was good in oral recitations and in verbal Divination, who said the wisest serious tips whenever approached, who writes lyrics in his free time, who excelled effortlessly in his extra Music classes - really rarely acts like this. You should know because you had been friends ever since first year and that you secretly felt the same audience-anxiety. Without further ado, you swiveled around and headed to the Hufflepuff common room with Namjoon hot on your trail.

Passing through the busy kitchen of Hogwarts and towards a familiar stack of barrels, you tapped the wooden surface with a particular rhythm before the door to the Hufflepuff dorm opens. A few loiterers warn you and Namjoon of the hanging plants by the entrance, as if you didn't know already. Though, it had been in the nature of Hufflepuffs to look out for each other no matter the differences.

You and Namjoon went to send jolly greetings to the people already residing in the mustard common room, students getting comfortable in the stiff wooden materials of the chairs and tables. In one corner of the room, what appeared to be second year students were busy fascinating over harmless plants they were introduced to in Herbology. It was no wonder when Hufflepuffs turn googly eyed over mere plants; being sorted into the House gave you a sense of fondness for the subject.

You situated in front of the fireplace, right under Helga Hufflepuff's portrait, while Namjoon took up the space beside you. The faint buzz of the students faded in the background as you shot the boy an urging look. When he was still fidgeting like before despite the most privacy you could provide for the two of you, you cleared your throat and made your intentions clearer. "What is it that you wanted, Joon?"

Namjoon flinched slightly, though his expression calmed a little bit. He then began to adjust his sliding glasses and reached up to run his hands through his silver umber hair. It took all in you not to scold him when you had a familiar whiff of squid scent in his fingers; you would have been scowling while telling him to wash up his hands whenever he ate his favorite dried squid snack, but when had he even remembered your reminders as such?

"I, uhm, actually..." He shook his head, bangs bouncing in the same direction of his force, inflicting an affectionate smile to crack your sealed lips because you've always find this rare anxious habit of Namjoon's to be adorable, before he continued without bothering to enforce eye-contact with you (not that you noticed it anyway). "You have to teach me how to dance."

There was a moment of pregnant silence between you two, with the clatter of kitchen pots and ladles and the cheerful chatter of students about the upcoming Yule Ball filling in the pause of sound. You stared at the flames ahead, seeing tiny flame people reenacting the way the students proposed to a date for the ball, letting your friend's request sink in your brain.

It took cheering from a pack of rowdy boys entering the common room - "Dude, you did it! You snagged a date!" - to have you finally face Namjoon. His face was a lot more relaxed, a little more on the relieved side, as he stared at you expectantly with his small eyes going as round and big as it can get. You finally reacted with chuckling through your nose and smiling up at him.

"Me? Your dance teacher? Namjoon, we all know you suck at dancing,"

Namjoon scowled at you jokingly, "I'll take that as a compliment-"

"But, I'm worse!" You exclaimed joyfully, falling down on the ground to accommodate your uncontrollable giggles. Anybody would have been offended when asked to teach someone to dance if they had skills as small as dust particles as yours. Through your peripheral vision, you saw Namjoon blankly staring down at you, a scowl slightly tugging down his lips, but that did not faze you one bit.

Once you've calmed down, you sat up, turning your body to face your friend. "Why me? There's always Hoseok."

"He's kind of busy asking out and flirting with girls from other schools." Namjoon explained, but you've already figured that out. "Besides, it's weird dancing waltz with him as a partner."

"I didn't know you were homophobic."

"What? No. I mean, I'm straight, but Hoseok is just... a weird guy." Namjoon gave you a you-know-what-I-mean look, and you nodded in confirmation.

"But, why me?" You raised a brow at him, standing up to sit at the empty wooden couch still in front of the fireplace while Namjoon expectantly did the same to sit beside you.

The boy shrugged nonchalantly, fixing his glasses once again. Wittily, he says, "Because you’re the only female friend I am comfortable with."

It was true, because although Kim Namjoon was smooth with words, he wasn't smooth with the ladies, but it still didn't convince you, though you were close to giving in.

"Oh, come on," Namjoon whined, "You didn't complain when a senior offered you to dance when Madame Pomfrey told us to dance."

"Well, Madame Pomfrey isn't here, is she? We were required to dance."

"Exactly," Namjoon reasoned, "We are required to dance in the Yule ball, but how can I meet the requirement if my two left feet won't allow me?"

Though you were sure nobody was listening on in your conversation, you swore you heard voices in your head taunting you, telling you to just give in. Waltz was pretty basic, and it was probably the only dance you can perform. Looking back at Namjoon's desperate gaze, you thought that maybe you weren't the worst dancer after all.

Although, you didn't give in right away as one more question boggled up your mind, "You don't even have a date yet, Namjoon. How sure are you that you will dance with a partner during the Yule ball?"

"I'll take care of that," Namjoon scooted closer, eyes swirling with begging words in his dark brown irises. "Will you or will you not help your dear Hufflepuff friend?"

"You're not the only Huffle-"

He whined out your name, causing you to crack a small smile to which Namjoon reflected more joyfully. "Oh, alright. Lessons start in the gardens before dinner."

"Wicked!"

The legendary ball was a week away, and suddenly you've began to receive a handful of ball invitations. Your suitors didn't seem desperate to have you as a date because of last resort and they seemed genuinely nervous as they approach you like how the other boys approached the girls they liked as a date. Nonetheless, you politely declined their offers because you thought going alone was the most convenient. Besides, it's not like you knew them past their physique and names.

"Uhm," a gruff voice called out your name making you halt in your steps towards the gardens. You turned around and saw a boy whose uniform was not that of a fellow Hufflepuff, or a Ravenclaw, or a Slytherin, or a Gryffindor. You figured, this boy was from the other visiting school; you also figured, you were receiving another date proposal.

You had your response formulated in your mind. Although this ball was done to establish a strong camaraderie among the students from different wizarding schools, you still were determined to face the ball without a date. You thought it wasn't such a big deal anyways, attending the ball dateless.

As you waited for the boy to finish his familiar question, another voice interrupted by calling out your name. You looked around the boy only to see Namjoon approaching you with his famous dimple smile.

As soon as he reached where you were, Namjoon finally noticed the boy across you and he immediately apologized for getting in the way. The foreign boy said it was okay and was about to continue his question, but you beat him to it.

"I'm sorry, I can't go to the ball with you. I already have a date. I'm sorry again," you lied, but it wouldn't hurt if the boy didn't know of the truth. After the other boy said it was okay and left, you went to pull a surprised Namjoon to where you two were supposed to be.

As you both approached the arc leading to the outdoor garden, Namjoon suddenly spoke, his voice echoing along the emptying hall. "You have a date? How come you get a date before I did?"

Slightly offended, you raised a brow at him but didn't comment about it, though you did answer truthfully. "I don't have a date, and I don't plan on having one. Now, hurry up, we still have to study for our Potions quiz tomorrow."

"Tomorrow is in six hours," Namjoon obviously pointed out as soon as you both reached the empty garden. He put a rusty cassette tape down the edge of the fountain in the middle as you went to discard your bags, scarves, and books of the steps up the entrance of the Hogwarts castle.

"Exactly," you pointed out, standing across the tinkering Namjoon, "I need to study for two hours for that. Now come on,"

"It won't work," Namjoon held out the cassette, expression sheepish but standing up nonetheless. You rolled your eyes while taking the tape from him and laying it back down on the cement material of the fountain. With a tap of your wand, the tape began to sound out the familiar melody of the song for waltz.

For a moment, you two awkwardly stood in front of each other, with the soft tunes of the song filling in the silence. Naturally, as the teacher of this lesson, you stepped forward, closing the necessary space for the dance.

"Madame Pomfrey said that you should put your hand on the girl's waist. Go ahead."

Following through your instruction, Namjoon reached out and softly laid his palm over your waist. Not being used to such intimacy, you jumped in surprise but you regained your composure when you already noticed something wrong.

"The other hand," you reached back to take one of Namjoon's hands from the side of your waist then held it up with your hand, "should be holding the girl's like this. Though, you can hold her waist with both hands after the introductory dance. Now, look at your feet."

You bowed down, with Namjoon following closely. Momentarily, you took note of the obvious difference in your foot sizes, but then it was no wonder when Namjoon was one tall guy. "Follow my feet."

You stepped your right foot to the right, waiting for Namjoon to follow, then stepped your left foot closer the right with your toes pointed. The boy followed the position of your feet before your bounced on your pointed feet. To this, Namjoon clumsily bounced and the error in it made you giggle.

"When you step your left foot like this, you bounce instantly. Like this," you demonstrated it again, eyes trained on your feet. You did it slowly at first, then at the normal speed. Your shoes lightly kicked at Namjoon's to signal that it was his turn to try it out.

You giggled every time he got it wrong, redid the steps after making fun of him, and after a few more tries Namjoon finally got it.

The cassette played in loop, though you two no longer followed the beat of the song and just served as a background music during your slow lesson.

"You do the same thing to the other side."

When you saw Namjoon cross his right foot over his left, it had you pulling away from Namjoon and crouching down on the floor, giggles leaving your lips continuously. "I can't believe you're acting cute right now, Joon. Hold on, this is just too funny."

Hugging around your waist as you giggled away, you felt Namjoon crouch across you, his outstretched hand laying atop his knees slightly grazing along your bare knees as his mouth let out breathy chuckles. "Well, I'm sorry I'm such a klutz."

Calming down from your laughter, you looked up to meet his crinkling eyes with a residual smile still on your face. Eventually, you stood up, brushing down your clothes as you regained your composure. "You seriously have a lot to learn."

"We have a few days more." Namjoon pointed out, standing up to naturally tower over you. At your signal, he slides his hand to curl around the side of your waist while his other held up your hand. He feels your empty hand slide up to rest atop his shoulder.

You shook your head, not finding sense in what Namjoon said, and continued with the lesson. "You do the same on the other side means that instead of the right foot, you use the left, and vice versa. Like this."

An hour passed with you going through the stationary basic step if the dance, though most of the hour was spent laughing and giggling at the mistakes you both did. By the end of the lesson, you said that at the next one you will be teaching about the mobile steps while dancing along the beat.

"Yes, Madame," Namjoon bowed at you, pocketing the magical cassette tape in his robes, before he made move to follow you towards the Hufflepuff dorm. "I really appreciate this a lot. Thank you for teaching me."

You looked up at Namjoon to flash him a warm smile, but you kept quiet about accepting his gratitude. You haven't done much yet anyways. "Come on, I'm starving. Hurry before all the food is gone!"

"That's nonsense, Hogwarts can't run out of food. I read about it in the book, Hogwarts: A History."

Lessons were just as tiring as always. Professor Snape was just as stingy as always during Potions and Professor Trelawney was still the same weird Divination teacher. There was more chatter outside, seeing that the Hogwarts students were a little friendlier with the students from the other schools.

At least, you thought, you and Namjoon had some improvement over dancing lessons after the last class just before dinner. He had a bit of difficulty with the footsteps as you waltzed from one point to another, but he quickly caught on with your guidance and the hypnotizing beat of the song. When the bell rung signaling the start of the dining feast, you both pulled apart and fixed your things. Namjoon had whined afterwards when you said that the next lesson was turning up the beat while your hands switched positions.

When you both reached the Hufflepuff table, your friends handed you a big box wrapped carefully with brown paper parchment. You smiled, recognizing the thorough packaging from your parents. A wide grin etched on your face when you also recognized their writing on the card attached to the package.

"Have fun waltzing! Your dad picked the design personally himself. We miss you, dear."

Your head tilted in confusion, not understanding what could be in the box until Namjoon answered your question as though he read your thoughts.

"It's probably your dress for the ball. It's in six days, you know?"

"Oh," you blankly acknowledged, staring at the unopened box with curiosity pooling all around your irises. Naturally, you would have given to your urge of knowing what was specifically inside - and if your dad picked up a what you would have chosen as always - but there were many curious eyes and it wasn't as if you were even excited for the ball anyways.

Hoseok suddenly appears across you and Namjoon, plate piled up with an assortment of cooked meat and tempting desserts. "Yeah, Joon, it's in six days, but you still have no date."

"I'm working on it." Namjoon calmly answers, taking in some delicious smelling beef and wrapping it around a fresh leaf of lettuce.

"That's what you said weeks ago," Hoseok complained.

"And, I suppose you have a date already?" You interrupted, unconsciously taking Namjoon's side as always.

Hoseok then scoffed, one corner of his lips tilting up to offer you a smug grin. He puffed out his chest while he ran a hand through his bangs and said, "As a matter of fact, I do. It wasn't that hard; she said yes right away. And, what about you, Miss Bookworm?"

You shrugged, nimble hands quickly reaching out to steal a chocolate truffle atop Hoseok's stack of sweets on his plate before popping it into your mouth, "I can always go to the party alone. Who says I have to have a partner in order to attend it?"

"Why would you even bother going to the ball if that's your case?"

"Because it's required?" You and Namjoon explained at the same time, tones exhibiting obviousness the same though with obviously different vocal timbres.

Hoseok stared at you, brain storming up ways to convince you to accept having a partner because he had a close friend asking him to ask you to be his date. "The dress your father picked will go to waste."

You sighed, picking up the last crumbs on your plate and easily stealing one fruity tart from Namjoon's plate before fixing up your things while directing a few words towards Hoseok, "As long as I'm wearing it, it won't be wasted, right? Now, if you'll excuse me, I still have to do my Ancient Runes homework."

You didn't give Hoseok a chance to retort as you briskly made your exit from the Great Hall towards the dormitories. The said boy stared incredulously at your retreating figure, all the while muttering under his breath, "She's mental, she is."

"What? No." You answered determinedly, eyes staring questioningly at Namjoon who stood in front of you.

"That's unfair. I showed myself in my dress robes, you go on and change into your gown too."

You rolled your eyes at his logic, although a part of you found a tiny bit of sense in his statement. However, there was no way you were going to give in this time, even if Namjoon is your closest friend.

Eaten up by pure curiosity, you had carefully opened up the package your parents’ owl-sent to you once you were alone in your shared room with three other girls in the same year as you. As you opened the lid, even though the gown was merely a combination of materials folded up neatly to accommodate the shape of the box, you had already been astonished. A slight chuckle escaped your lips at that moment, mentally thinking that as always, your father knew what you would have seen as beautiful. And though you weren't even excited to attend the ball, you couldn't help but think of ways on how you would wear this gown during the evening party.

"Am not. You were the one who showed me your Yule ball attire without me asking you to." You pointed out, flipping another page of the book you were reading and holding before Namjoon had graciously appeared in his sleek dress robes. "I'm going to wear it in three days anyway. You have to worry about your date instead, Joon."

Apparently, you just found out during dinner that Kim Namjoon still has no date. What was the use of dancing lessons if he was going to attend without a dance partner? Nonetheless, Namjoon replied in a collected tone that he has it under control.

"I'll ask her tomorrow. Now come on, think of it as my dress rehearsal. Hurry up, we just have an hour before curfew." You had no choice but to follow when Namjoon began hauling you up until you were in front of your room's door. Weirdly enough, you still found sense in whatever he said and grumpily went inside to do as your closest friend had suggested.

You decided to just wear it without fixing your appearance at all, not even bothering tying your hair and just letting it flow down until the wavy ends reached the curve in your back introducing your tailbone. It wasn't like it was the real thing anyways. When you've had, the dress zipped quickly, because Namjoon knocked on your door after every minute, you put on your large cloak and went outside.

Namjoon did not comment on how your black robe basically covered your dress, but he had an idea on what color it was as your cloak didn't reach down until the end of your gown. Hurriedly, he grabs your hand and fled away the common room until you two reached the familiar garden you've been practicing in.

"Lumos," you muttered, casting a ball of light to appear from the tip of your sleek wand. Namjoon did the same when he couldn't find the magical cassette tape with the utter darkness surrounding him.

"We won't be able to see a thing. It's too dark out. Why don't we just do this tomorrow instead? We don't even have a lamp prepared." You suggested.

"No way." Namjoon tapped the cassette, the music cutting through the peaceful silence immediately yet softly. He fixed his attire as he stood up and approached you, "This is how I'm going to ask my date out."

He held out a hand towards you, and you almost wouldn't have seen it if it weren't for the soft silvery glow of the moon up above the dark velvety sky. You raised a brow in question, lips tugging up to an amused curve, but you began to untie the ribbon holding your cloak together to make this "dress rehearsal" proper. "What? You're going to impress her with your dance?"

"Hey, that's mean. I can do that. Look at how much I've improved anyways." Namjoon eyes the black robe you've placed on his open palm before they slowly traveled up to your figure wearing the dress he'd secretly been curious about. Nonchalantly, he discarded the robe beside the playing music tape. He offered his hand again and you took it, not commenting on how sweaty his palm had gotten because you knew he always had sweaty palms. "Don't girls want a unique promposal?"

"I suppose, some girls prefer simple invitations." You naturally went to the waltzing position and shrugged while waiting for the right beat to start dancing.

There was a pause in the tape before it looped back to the beginning, and to this Namjoon led the dance. You couldn't help the giggle from escaping your mouth when his clumsy feet made a mistake not even a minute into the dance, and it continued to spill out of your lips until the boy you were dancing with joined you in your chuckling, saying sorry breathlessly.

"So," with his strong arms, he swiveled the both of you to step to the side and turn your bodies perpendicular to your previous position. "What kind of proposal do you prefer?"

"I prefer my books, thank you very much." You answered, toes bouncing and stepping and skipping to the beat of the song. Sometimes your steps would mess up because Namjoon either moved too late or too early.

"Not even with an invitation like mine?" Suddenly, the beat of the song turned up, causing both of your hands to alternate the hold at a fast pace.

"It's cute," you simply answered, pulling away to bow at Namjoon when the song ends fleetingly.

He waited in the silence for your straight answer, but it never came as a slower song followed the last one. "Hey, we still have thirty minutes before curfew. How about one last dance?"

You were about to retort, not willing to risk the last safe thirty minutes over getting caught by the strict monitoring professors lurking about. You also weren't pleased with the thought of being caught by Mr. Filch and his cat because the last time he caught a naughty student, he sent them to the Forbidden Forest with the Hogwarts Gamekeeper as punishment. So, it surprised you when you gave in to Namjoon's suggestion and went to take his hand until he pulled you closer.

You two had been the closest ever since first year, since you sat beside each other after being sorted into Hufflepuff, and so when Namjoon went to hold your waist with both of his hands, it didn't really faze you though it did dust a small pinch of pink across your cheeks.

"If I'm not mistaken, you're supposed to wrap your hands around my neck, like this." Namjoon slid an arm away from your waist to hold your arms and settle it atop his shoulders near the curve of his neck. His hand then went back to holding onto your waist softly, touch too soft it almost felt as if he wasn't touching at all.

Your cheeks involuntarily pinked, suddenly flustered of having a male too close physically, despite this man being your closest friend. You were still just a girl and he was just a boy potent enough to make the other gender's heart flutter like that of the nimble wings of the golden snitch. But, as the two of you swayed under the blue velvet blanket of the evening, you shoved down such thoughts and instead focused on pointing out Namjoon's mistakes.

Except, his steps were flawless, stiff and a little bit clumsy, but still at the right track. Besides, the type of dance they were swaying to were more of free-style beat, best danced when just swaying from the left to the right and no complicated-not-really footwork. "I see you've been practicing on your own?"

Namjoon's chuckle was deep and, with the proximity between you two, the sound sent vibrations running from your fingertips to your body. He showed you his famous smile: the one with a deep dimple below one corner of his mouth and with his eyes crinkling up further into thin crescents. "Like I said, I've been working on it. Besides, I may have watched head-boy Seokjin practicing his dance moves with this girl from the other school."

"I see," You nodded, recognizing the boy Namjoon had mentioned to be the head-boy prefect from Gryffindor who had looks considered as potential prey from predatory females.

After that, another pregnant silence ensued between the two of you, time ticking silently with every easy step you took.

"I didn't know you can wear dresses well. It's pretty." Namjoon spoke up, discreetly eyeing the outfit you'd been ridiculously wearing because of his persuasion.

You had on your body a well-fitting flowing gown: it's skirt made of dark blue chiffon material and fleeting graciously with every caress of the wind caused by the slightest motion while the top was of a cream-color, shimmering, lace-embroidered, long-sleeved, and off-shoulder. "My father always has the best picks. It's all the dress."

Namjoon would have disagreed completely, as the dress was a mere prop; a small little detail that made the main art piece so breathtaking.

He honestly did not like you the way a man likes a woman, but his feelings weren't far off. Having you by his side was the most satisfying thing he'd ever experienced; even better than getting a high mark off the difficult Potions subject; even better than finishing writing and composing a song for Frog Choir or for Extra Music Lessons; even better than seeing dried squid served on the Hufflepuff table during mealtimes. Bloody hell, it might actually even be even better than passing his O.W.Ls or N.E.W.T. or Apparition Licensure exams.

But, maybe, Namjoon wouldn't be going that far. Because, for now, it was of utmost importance that he asks you this simple question. So, he calls your attention by whispering your name. "Be my partner for the ball, will you?"

You thought you were hearing things, but the cassette tape had magically stopped playing (it was an old tape anyways) though you and Namjoon were still swaying with an imaginary waltz beat.

You would have rejected him like all the other boys who asked for your company for the upcoming Yule ball. But you knew he wasn't just any other young wizard.

You would have incredulously asked him if he was serious, would have asked if he was practicing on you for the time he finally asks out his date tomorrow.

Your mind was surprisingly at a crossroad, not knowing which statement or question should come out of your mouth as a reply to Namjoon's confusingly clear question. But, even if you had a determined answer at the tip of your tongue, you wouldn't have voiced it out because suddenly the clock struck twelve and your strict Arithmancy professor was unluckily patrolling the hallway leading to the gardens. "What are you students doing outside past curfew? Stay right where you are."

Staying put until the teacher reached you both would have been trouble, but running for it would cause even more problems. Still, you found yourself sharing a brief look of horror and strategy-making with Namjoon before you felt yourself being hauled away by this sweet unkempt boy in his newly arrived black velvet dress robes. We'd be in trouble anyway, you thought incoherently, she'd probably forget about this tomorrow. Besides, it's not like she saw our faces.

Amidst the silence of the castle's corridors, a booming laughter echoed along the dark emptiness and it only took a second for you to recognize Namjoon's distinct laugh. Soon enough, you joined him in giggling before you turned the corner and stayed quiet for the rest of your escape back to the dormitories.

Past the busy floating kitchen utensils, you and Namjoon ducked until you've reached the entrance barrels. And, with adrenaline still pumping with your dangerous escape, you tapped the wooden surface until the door opened and you two slipped inside.

The common room was empty, save for the badger-like furniture decorating it. The mustard walls illuminated the whole room despite the flames by the fireplace the only source of light.

You and Namjoon leaned against the door, just in case the roaming teacher managed to follow you back to the Hufflepuff dormitories. You were sure if you got caught, a handful of points would have been taken from your house, but after minutes of silence behind the closed dorm door, you were relieved that Hufflepuff kept their points untouched and that you and Namjoon were free from trouble, for now.

"That was mental, Joon! You aren't supposed to run away from the teacher." You playfully punched his arm, making your way towards the fireplace and plopping down ungracefully on a wooden seat. Minutes later, Namjoon sat beside you, just as always.

"What's mental is that you aren't taking my question seriously." Namjoon pointed out, still a bit out of breath with all the escaping that happened. "Besides, running away is better than having our points taken. I don't want our house to lose over Slytherin again."

"True," you commented, mind still pondering on what to answer while your fingers played with the soft material of your gown. Your eyes stayed focused on the fire; the flames still projecting the people proposing to another for a date to the Yule ball. It was a few days away, and indeed Namjoon worked on it for too long.

"I still think that this is practice for when you ask a girl out tomorrow."

"Technically, it is tomorrow."

Your mouth shut, finding no retort in the fact he had outspoken. Once again, you thought that it was no wonder that Namjoon would want to work in the Daily Prophet and maybe have song composition as a side job, because his words were always carefully, beautifully, and scarily persuading. "Why me? There are prettier girls from Ravenclaw and Gryffindor and a few from Slytherin but a lot from the other schools.".

"First of all, you are the only girl I am very close with." Namjoon stated, body slouching until he had his elbows resting on his separated knees. "You're probably the only girl who'll understand my two left feet. Besides, I'm probably the only boy who'd ever understand your obsession with books."

You found no error in whatever reasons Namjoon were telling you; both were true although you whined at the very last statement despite the truth in it. You were still having second thoughts about agreeing, especially when you've already rejected a handful of rejections from the previous boys. Secretly, your doubt was brought on by surprise because who would have expected that Namjoon would ask you out? (Everyone but you).

"Besides," Namjoon sighed, tilting his head to look at you with his dimpled smile, "you were the first girl I thought of bringing to the dance."

It would have been a lie if you said that that didn't sway your heartstrings. Whatever Namjoon have said may have been the whole truth or just a tactic to have you agree, but you knew Namjoon long enough to know he couldn't have been smooth enough with girl to have said such a greasy line. Still, you began to tease him, "Yet you still waited weeks before you asked me out."

"You didn't seem to want a partner, so I had to test the waters."

"I've been flashing rejections to every boy who approached me, and you're still taking this chance?" You asked, but your smile told him that you were this close to agreeing to him.

"You wouldn't resist me anyways. I'm your best friend, for Hogwart's sake." And, being your best friend - as he claimed to be -, you knew you had nothing against him.

"Why would you prioritize asking me to teach you to dance over asking me to the dance?" You laughed standing up to make your way back to your rooms.

"Because it was in the plan?"

"Being adorable was?"

"So, you thought I was cute but I still get no solid reply?" Namjoon jeered, having reached both your rooms but staying outside just until you went in.

"I still don't understand why my date saw me in my dress before the actual day." You giggled softly, whispers almost inaudible as the sound vibrated in the air subtly to reach Namjoon's hearing.

"So...?"

"Alright, I'll be your partner for the Yule Ball. But, I better not smell any dried squid on your fingers during the party."

"No promises."

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