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coco-loco-nut · 7 months ago

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Twins

pairing: Lando x Twin Reader

summary: you are Lando younger twin, arguably more famous, and finally get to see him win, then you get to embarrass him a couple times

a/n: i was listening to the spice girls and got carried away from the original request, my bad :) also it’s not proofread

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“Lando, I literally have more followers and awards than you,” you argue with your twin about who’s more famous.

“Okay, well I’m still older,” he replies.

“Stop arguing, you rarely see each other as is. Why don’t you show her around the paddock and garages before you need to get ready for the race?” Zak rubs his face, tired of the sibling nonsense. He wasn’t wrong, you were much busier with your career. You are a member of a girl band that has been likened to the Spice Girls, have a successful solo career, and model when not on tour. The only reason you are at this race is because you have a concert in the same city a few hours after it.

“How’s the tour?” Lando asks, you arm looped with his as he leads you out of the garage.

“It’s so much fun. I missed being out on the road with the girls, and all the shows sold out. We should go to the club after our show, I heard that Miami is great for parties,” you say excitedly. The two of you were really close, despite your schedules not being great for hanging out.

“We will. All the guys are grateful for the tickets to your show tonight, by the way,”

“It was my pleasure, you guys will be in the family tent near the stage with backstage access. Enough about that, when will you no longer be Lando NoWins, bringing dishonor on my name,” you tease and he gently shoves you.

“Today’s the day, I feel it,” he says, pointing out some things. The nice thing about your stardom is that both you and Lando don’t notice or care about the cameras on you.

“Sure, and pigs will fly. The girls and I made a bet, if you win, then we will invite you and the grid up to the stage,” you tell him.

“Y/n?” you hear Carlos say from a group of drivers. Lando drags you over.

“Hi, Carlitos. How’s red suiting you?” you ask, hugging the Spaniard.

“Good, I heard you were in town for a show. How’s being an international pop star suiting you?” Carlos returns your question.

“It’s a lot of fun, I do miss Lando though,” you glance at your twin.

“Your sister is hot,” Logan says, he’s heard some of your music and he knows you are talented.

“Is she single?” Lance asks, also looking at you.

“She has a boyfriend, Luke, he’s an actor,” Lando scowls at the two guys.

“Would we know him from anything?” Max asks, trying to distract Lando.

“Bridgerton,” Lando says and the two single drivers groan.

“Yeah, you two don’t stand a chance. She’s dating Colin Bridgerton,,” Charles laughs.

“He’ll be at the concert tonight too,” Lando adds.

“I’m returning my favorite Norris to you, Lando,” Carlos walks you back over to the group.

“We will see you guys later,” Lando says, pulling you away so he can continue the tour.

“I found out who is performing at COTA this year,” you tell Lando and his eyes widen.

“Is it Taylor again? I can’t believe we missed out on that,” Lando guesses and you shake your head.

“Me, you idiot!” you gently hit his head.

“I knew you couldn’t stay away from me for too long,” Lando grins smugly.

“I can, and will, take away your ticket for tonight,” you threaten. Lando ignores you, pointing out something else. After the tour, Lando shows you where you can get a quick workout in while he changes into his race gear. You wait for Lando in the garage, where you meet Bianca.

“I’m a huge fan,” she gasps when you sit beside her.

“You’re a huge fan? I’m a huge fan. I love watching you race,” you tell her. Of course you support the F1 Academy, you just hope that the girls get contracts from it.

“Can we get a picture?” Bia asks and you are quick to agree. You get a couple pictures together before you spot Oscar and Lando walking in.

“Lan, Osc, come here. Family picture,” you call them over as Bia hands her phone to a social media staff member.

“We should do one of those awkward family photos from Tik Tok and gift them to Zak,” Bia suggests to Lando and Oscar.

“Sure Bia, we will talk about it later,” Oscar says, heading over to his car.

“Don’t crash, Lando, Mum will kill me,” you hug your twin tight.

“Maybe I will then,” he jokes but you give him a look that says it wasn’t funny. “Sorry, you’re right, I shouldn’t joke about that. I’ll see you after the race,” Lando heads out to the starting grid. You cheer when Oscar leads the race, and again when Lando takes the lead. After the safety car, you don’t speak about Lando’s position, afraid to jinx it. You run with the team to the end of the pit lane after lando crosses the line. You cry as Lando runs over, jumping into the arms of his team, and you cry harder when he’s set back down and hugs you.

“I’m so proud of you, Lando,” you say, holding him tight.

“Thank you for being here for me,” he says back, he’s crying too. You pull away and wipe the tears from his eyes.

“Go enjoy your podium, champ,” you smile as the crew lets you know it’s time to go to the podium. Bia pushes you up front with Zak. You video call your parents so they can watch from your view as well as the tv. You don’t even realize, or care, that the cameras captured you crying beside Zak as Lando raised his trophy. Afterwards, there’s only a minute to congratulate him again before you have to go to the Kaseya Center. You manager wanted Hard Rock Stadium, but that’s currently occupied by a bunch of F1 teams.

You start the show strong with the girls, and when you get to the part of the show where you usually bring out a musical guest, you have the pleasure of introducing the guys. The guys don’t realize that the girls and you have planned on embarrassing them.

“Thank you so much Miami, if you guys have been following the tour, then you know this is the part where we introduce a very special musical guest. I think you guys are going to like this one,” you grin devilishly as the crowd cheers.

“Give it up for your hometown boy, Logan Sargeant,” you pause again and watch Logan run onto the stage. “You’re a winner in their hearts, Logan. I’d also like to introduce my twin brother, Lando NoWins, fresh off of his very first Grand Prix victory,” you smile, Lando making a beeline to hug you. “Also the rest of the grid, I don’t need to introduce them, you know them from fan fiction about my brother,” you watch Lando almost choke on the air he’s breathing. Your band mate, Amy, takes over as you and the two other girls pass the guys mics.

“These boys have graciously agreed to prove they are multitalented, so they are going to be singing a favorite of ours,” she smiles, motioning the crowd to cheer. You and the girls start the introduction to Wannabe by the Spice Girls, the guys taking over at the start of the first verse. The four of you fill in where the guys don’t know the words as much, but it’s clear they are having fun with it, especially since there are dancing terribly on stage.

“The Formula One drivers, everyone! Their first and last musical performance on stage, stick to driving, my loves,” you laugh, most of them choosing to hug you before leaving the stage.

“Great show, Y/n,” your boyfriend, Luke, kisses you before going to greet your band mates so you can receive the horde of drivers.

“I can’t believe you made us sing,” Lando says, a smile on his face.

“At least it was a song I knew,” George says, he actually did kinda slay.

“Can I collaborate with you?” Charles asks.

“Of course, let’s find a time after the race season,” you tell charles.

“You forget not all of us know Brit Pop,” Alex pouts.

“You didn’t know the Spice Girls?” Fernando seems actually offended.

“Fernando, you made your debut at the height of the Spice girls, Oscar wasn’t even born when their last album came out,” Lewis points out.

“That one doesn’t count, Geri wasn’t in it,” Max says, referring to his team principal’s wife.

“You all sounded wonderful because you were having fun with it,” you tell them, Luke walks back over to you, handing you a towel and water.

“Geri just texted me, she said she thought we were funny, but we aren’t allowed to sing any more Spice Girls because we make her look bad,” Max says, looking at his phone. “Oh, but she thought your band is just lovely, and that the Spice Girls should join you for a tour stop,” Max tells you.

“Well, you all heard Ginger Spice, no singing career for you lot,” you laugh.

“Alright, you guys have a good rest of the season. I’ll see you in Austin,” you wave goodbye to them, only Lando remains.

“Would you and Luke like to join me for a late night dinner?” Lando asks, you look to your boyfriend for confirmation.

“If you can find somewhere that we won’t be mobbed, we are in,” you lean into Luke. “Alright, I need to shower and change, follow me,” you show them to a green room near your dressing room. After a quick shower, you throw on an oversized McLaren tee and grey sweatpants. The dinner is lovely, but you have to go straight from there to the airport to catch the late flight to your next tour spot.

When you return for Austin as a solo artist, you are bouncing with excitement, Lando has looked really good the last few races. After qualifying, you go to the stage to get ready for your performance. Lando sends a selfie to you of him and the guys waiting front row for your concert to start, obviously surrounded by security.

About halfway through, you pause to truly appreciate all 80,000 people here to watch you.

“I’d like to take a moment to appreciate all of you for being here, even if it’s just because my twin drives really fast. I, um, wanted to bring out some guest to show you how much I appreciate you all, if that’s okay with you?” you ask as the crowd goes crazy.

“If you couldn’t tell from my Miami concert, I love this band, so from the Spice Girls, Ginger and Scary Spice, aka Geri Horner and Mel B! Accompanying us on piano is Charles Leclerc!” You open your arms for the crowd to greet them, the tifosi in the crowd are extra loud. “Lando, close your ears,” you say really quickly, moving upstage to get into position beside the two Spice Girls. Charles starts playing the into to 2 Becomes 1, a very slow and sexual song. As the three of you move downstage, you can see Lando’s embarrassed face. Worth it.

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barcaatthemoon · 5 months ago

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rivals || patri guijarro x reader ||

you see patri after an el classico match.

minors dni, 18+, smut ahead

"are you ready to see your girlfriend?" misa teased as she nudged you. there weren't many of your teammates at real madrid who felt comfortable enough with you to tease you like that. misa had been your friend since you were in the spanish youth groups, and had seen firsthand your tumultuous, at best, relationship with patri.

real madrid was not the club that you necessarily wanted to play for in spain, but it was the only madrid team who had made an offer on you. you were a madrid girl through and through. alexia was to barcelona what you were to madrid. your somewhat newfound fame as madrid's golden girl of futbol made the el classico matches even more exciting.

that wasn't the development that made your stomach churn with nervous excitement. the fact that you were sleeping with patri now was wht did it for you. misa was the only one of your teammates who knew that, and she had only found out by walking into your apartment while patri had you bent over the back of your own couch while she fucked you.

"she is not my girlfriend. i have better taste than to date a fucking culer," you snapped at her. misa just laughed as she pulled you against her in a side hug. "i feel good about today. let's take home a win, okay?"

"i'm sure that you can distract your girl and help us out," misa teased. you rolled your eyes at her insistence at referring to patri as 'yours' and shoved her away a bit. as annoyed as you pretended to be, the more that you thought about it, the nicer it sounded to be with someone again.

your last relationship had been a bust, and the reason that you had decided to take a break from dating men for a bit. you had always been comfortable in your sexuality, and for the most part you took no shit about it. if anybody made weird remarks or jokes, you had no qualms kicking them to the curb. david had been a bit different, you had been in deep already when he had begun to change for the worse. by the time that you realized you wanted out, you wondered if it was worth it to start over with someone new.

luckily for you, misa had pulled your head out of your ass about him before too much had happened. she had nearly strangled the both of you when she found out that he was trying to talk you into retirement so you could support him in his "career." misa had always hated him, claiming that he gave bad vibes, but you had ignored him because he was cute and nice to you at a time when a lot of people weren't.

"we're here."

…

patri watched as you walked around the field and comforted your teammates. you had once gotten on her nerves like nobody else ever could, but now she felt wildly different about you. however, you never really seemed ready for more than a quick fuck after a game. it didn't help that the two of you were just barely on civil speaking terms.

"whatever the two of you are doing, it's not working," alexia teased as she stepped up next to patri. it had been an ongoing thing of alexia trying to poach you from madrid. she had been asking you to consider transfering since your athletico madrid days. now, you were too expensive of a player for them to even try to get back if they wanted a decent chance of expanding. all you wanted was to go back to where you had started, but since you refused to leave madrid, you were stuck with real.

"excuse me?" patri sputtered. she didn't think that anybody other than misa was clued in to what was going on between you and her.

"you disappear every single time we go to madrid, and misa mentioned not being able to find (y/n) last time they were here. i'm just putting some pieces together, and i need you to be better in bed so she'll come play with us," alexia said. patri relaxed a bit before she realized exactly what alexia had just said.

"excuse you, (y/n) is perfectly satisfied with me, unlike that douche from before," patri grumbled. alexia smirked as she saw the flare of jealousy in patri's eyes. alexia knew you were sleeping together because claudia had told her, but she had no clue that patri liked you as much as she obviously did.

"at this point, i think aitana has a better chance of recruiting her than you." alexia nudged patri and pointed over to where aitana was being lifted in your arms as you hugged her. once again, that jealousy reared its head and patri stormed over there.

"guijarro," you greeted curtly. it was your first time seeing each other since she had been subbed off. the game was incredibly physical and patri had taken every opportunity to grab you or knock into you. "did your performance to get me carded not exhaust you?"

"that's funny, really. i'd ask if you were okay, but i know how rough you like it," patri said. there was an air of tension around the two of you that was so thick that any random onlooker could probably see it.

"come on, i know you can do better than that. talk dirty to me." you leaned in and whispered that last part to her before you began to walk away. behind you, patri stood there dumbfounded, unsure of what to do. she couldn't just follow you, and she sure as hell wasn't going over to her teammates that had just witnessed that.

…

there was a familiarity in patri's bed that confused you. a part of you knew that things were never supposed to get like this. you were occasional national teammates and club rivals. patri wasn't your girlfriend. a bigger part of you loved the way that patri knew exactly what you needed after a game like that.

for all of the tension and big talk, things were surprisingly tender. patri had pinned you down to the mattress with both of her arms draped across your hips. you desperately tried to buck your hips, but she wasn't giving you an inch. everything moved at patri's pace as her tongue slowly flicked against your clit again and again.

"patri please," you whined. you were resting on your elbows as you stared down at her. she paid you no mind as she ate you out. that wasn't going to be the end of it, this rarely was. patri was warming you up, bringing you close to the edge so that you'd be that much more obedient when she decided that she wanted to fuck you.

"aw, do you want to cum?" patri asked teasingly. she pushed herself up a bit to rest her hands on top of where her hands met on your body. now, you didn't have any friction. the want of it threatened to drive you crazy, which was exactly what patri wanted. she wanted you desperate and begging for you. "i don't know if i'm up for fucking you. that was a pretty rough game that we just played. you know what? i think that i'm kind of tired."

"patri," you whined, kicking your legs beneath her. patri laughed as she moved up your body so that your faces were inches apart. "please, don't leave me like this. make me cum."

"on one condition-," patri moved off of the bed and towards her closet, "-put this on."

in her hands was a bunched up barcelona jersey from a season or two ago. your face twisted in disgust. you had never worn a barcelona jersey in your entire life, and patri knew that. you weren't even thinking about the fact that it was one of patri's old jerseys with her name splayed across the back. all you cared about was the fact that it was a barcelona jersey, the same one they had worn one of the many times that they had beaten you in the finals.

"what's the hold up? i thought that you wanted to cum," patri said. "all you have to do is put it on and turn around for me, then i'll fuck you until you're begging me to stop."

"i can't wear this, and you know it," you told her.

"that's odd because i'm pretty sure that you can," patri teased. the two of you were at a bit of a stand-off, but eventually patri won as the arousal between your legs began to become uncomfortable. you put the jersey on hastily and moved onto your hands and knees for her.

patri bit her lip as she took in the sight of you with her last name on your back. it would never happen in a million years, but patri still soaked it in. she moved in behind you and guided herself towards your entrance. patri's hands gripped your hips as she began to thrust into you from behind.

"oh fuck," you swore under your breath. you were a very vocal person in bed, and patri ate it all up. every seemingly overdramatic sigh and gasp mixing in with soft moans that eventually turned into pleasured screams as her thrusts picked up pace and strength.

patri had her jersey clenched tightly in her fist as she fucked you. there was no regard for anything, not even as she heard the fabric tear a little. behind you, she was muttering in catalan, words you recognized, but didn't completely understand. you couldn't focus on anything other than the white-hot heat ripping through your body as you came around her strap.

the tenderness from before returned as patri flipped you onto your back. she pressed a couple of quick kisses to your lips before she left you on the bed alone. patri got you all cleaned up and brought you a pair of boxers in case you didn't feel like getting up and dressed.

"this isn't going to become a thing," you warned her. patri smirked, as she had heard it at least ten times from you before. she knew that you meant the jersey, which you had yet to remove from your body yet.

"shh, enough of that now," patri told you. you grumbled as she pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth. "isn't it much more fun fucking than fighting?"

"you just like it because you never win our fights," you shot back. patri rolled her eyes as she pulled you into her arms, where you were settled in for the night. patri assumed that you fell asleep instantly, and if you didn't bring up the picture of you 'asleep' on her chest in her jersey, it was nobody's business.

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onsomenewsht · 7 months ago

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Helpless to the bass and faded light

About when she bribes you and you dance with her like a filled stadium isn't looking

》 Leah Williamson x Reader

》 words count: +1k

》 she took my arm / I don't know how it happened / we took the floor and she said

You don’t like football.

It’s quite a boring game if you stop to think about it for a moment. Two dozen and counting people running around a ball trying to kick it into a huge net.

Not something you look forward to sit through for almost two hours.

Despite your father’s best efforts, you being his only kid and his only hope to pass down his passion, the sport never managed to interest you long enough to care.

You even found yourself in the stands of your dad’s favourite club’s home more times than you’re able to remember, going beyond yourself and cheering when the other people around you did.

The things you do to make your parents proud.

How you managed to have the English captain wrapped around your finger, regardless of your well-known dislike for her biggest passion and purpose in life, is still a mystery for your families and friends.

“Pretty please, just this one”

“Oh, shut up!”, you hit her arm and push her off you, both still naked.

You can’t believe your girlfriend is actually trying to bribe you with sex, not even waiting for you to fully recover before asking to go to the game.

“No, you ruined the mood”, you state as the blonde tries to kiss you again.

The huge grin of her beautiful face is quite dangerous, she can win you over so easily and you both know it.

Leah rises off the bed to retrieve a warm cloth from the bathroom and a clean shirt from the closet. You accept her attention, she’s always caring when it comes to you, but you’re pretty sure the extra effort has a not-so-subtle second purpose.

“You can’t buy me so easily, Williamson”

She can.

“It’s a really important game, my love”

“For who?”

“For me?”, she tries as she slots herself under your open arm, a grin hidden between your neck and the pillow.

“I barely bear you playing”

“You love watching me play”

“I love you, period”

Leah knows how much you think the sport is boring, going way out of your comfort zone just to cheer her. She feels immensely supported when she finds your big smile in the stands, wrapped in one of her jerseys.

It’s not that difficult for you to sit and admire your girlfriend in her element, focusing more on her movements and attitude than paying attention to the actual game.

What you find quite annoying is enduring Arsenal’s men’s team.

The defender’s fingers on your side are slowly soothing you in a compromising position, too relaxed and smitten to keep denying her anything. You know she doesn’t need much more to lure you into her trap and, unfortunately for you, she’s perfectly aware too.

When the blonde’s lips find the particularly sensitive spot on the base of your neck, you’re doomed.

You’re glad your father is already dead or you’d have killed him as you take your seat in the Emirates Stadium, surrounded by the Gunners’ colours. Your girlfriend’s name on your back could be the final nail.

The things you do to make your lover happy.

“You know I love you, right?”

“You better never forget this”, you quip back.

The English captain has been looking forward to this game for weeks now, you couldn’t have been able to turn her down in spite of it all.

She doesn’t need to know though, you didn’t accept to spend one of your date nights watching the North West London derby for free.

“Maybe you will enjoy it at the end”

Nice try, you will not.

“You know, my dad was a West Ham supporter”

“Could have been worse”, she smiles at you, reaching for your hand.

Talking about your father is getting easier as time finally moves forward and your grief keeps changing its shape. Compared to the abyssal black hole it felt like the first year and a half, its progress.

Leah didn’t meet him, crushing in your life a couple of months after his passing, but she managed to find a space in your heart that keeps growing despite all your fears.

They could have hit so well, bonding over their shared passion for the sport and their never-ending determination to make you happy.

You told her some stories about him, mostly memories to make your girlfriend understand how stubborn and passionate he was about the thing he cared about.

The one thing you all have in common.

“Yeah, he used to gift me a West Ham jersey every year on Bobby Moore’s birthday”

Leah’s laugh managed to overcome the buzzing atmosphere of the stadium, making you feel like she was the reason all the people around you were cheering. You sure think so.

“He sounds like an incredible father”

“Football obsession aside, he was good”

When you turn to look at her, the blonde’s eyes are already on you and the smile on her face is enough to warm your heart.

The first goal coming within five minutes has you quite engaged in what’s happening on the pitch, you even drag your girlfriend in a kiss as you both rise from your seats to celebrate.

Your commitment declined quite easily after that, more entertained by Leah’s reactions than the actual game. You nod in amusement every time she tries to talk you through one of her analyses, placing a hand on her thigh to stop her from standing up every time the ball is somehow close to the box.

The second half is more eventual, at least that’s what you can understand by the excitement the defender and the people in the stands around you seem to radiate.

You’re not clueless, you’re perfectly aware a five-nil win against Chelsea is quite the result. You care enough to think you can’t wait to go home - Leah is always in the mood for a private celebration when her team triumphs, especially over another London club.

“Can we go now?”, you ask as soon as the referee whistles three times, declaring the end of your and the Blues’ torture.

Leah’s happiness is contagious, so you’re not mad when she drags you in her arms to join her cheers and enthusiastic dance. It takes you less than a second to indulge her, letting the blonde spin you around and matching her excitement.

When she dips you and seals the move with a kiss the laugh that rises out of you is genuine and loud.

At first, neither of you notice the stadium’s camera pointed in your direction, recording your little moment of pure bliss in each other’s arms.

Looking back at it, as all your friends sent you the viral video, you know Leah saw you two on the big screen and went along with her little cocky display of affection and excitement for the victory.

You’re sure your father could be laughing at it too, despite the colors you’re wearing.

fine.

#woso x reader #leah williamson x reader #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso community #lw6 #woso #here we are #short and sweet #i hope you enjoy it #my wo(rd)so

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ratatatastic · 4 months ago

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"—played out west, never made the playoffs, nobody knew who he was!"

"Yeah! And that was Connor McDavid for a while—obviously, this year was huge for them because they made it to the finals—"

"—and we're referencing Mike Trout."

"We're referencing Mike Trout—but, I feel like similar guys also in neither really seek the national spotlight."

"And that's fine!"

"But just like Trout had Bryce Harper...I think Matthew Tkachuk can be Bryce Harper!"

"I think absolutely—"

"The guy that wins a bit more, is on the more competitive team, and is the personality... we always tie back to baseball."

"We're tying it back and on that note I have a feeling Bryce and his club are gonna win one of these things at some point in the next few years..."

"I also gotta feeling if you threw em in a bar together, Bryce Harper and Matthew Tkachuk will become best friends in like 3 minutes..."

"I can see that!"

"I can see it."

"I can see them having some commonalities maybe Bryce will give him a cool headband and Matthew will give him a mouthguard, and off you go!"

"There you go! Worlds collide."

"—a bond built forever."

Territory Talk | 8.1.24 (x)

yes yes!!! give me another reason to baseball my hockey!!!

speaking of brycey headbands here are my favourites from the phils era <3 the recent wawa headband, the phanatics, the bi phillies and the showman

i think matthew and those curls would look so good in a headband but doing that im afraid he will not be able to beat those danny jansen look-alike allegations at that point (good timing too at least jansen isnt in toronto anymore and is a boston boy now so its okay now its not an insult anymore anything to support your dads team lmaoo)

and if we wanna hockey your baseball we can do that too!

bryceys a vegas boy since its his hometown!! and there have been multiple instances where hes worn gold in support of vegas whether in cleats, bat knobs, etc! (fascinatingly enough he was a caps fan at first since vegas didnt get their expansion team yet and since he was drafted by the nats but once vegas got their team he instantly switched over and became a big fan!!! yes his loyalties were very crossed in the 2018 scf and hes talked about it XD) and yes hes also done the playoff beard despite the fact he was currently playing baseball at the time so it was very funny watching him have a grizzled beard in fucking may of all months and also during the offseason he drop the puck at washington @ vegas game ofc

(also its very funny because in 2023 he was caught watching the scf in the dugout between innings while wearing gold decorated cleats to support vegas in the scf and while i cant find any tweets about it now i remember it very vividly when it happened because i was so distraught to see him root against the cats lmaoo i know another phil was watching it with him but i cant remember it mightve been stotty but take that with a grain of salt; now thinking about it, it was absolutely stotty hes a vegas boy too hes the only other guy in the dugout whod be rooting for the vgk too)

and yes we are 1 step removed from matthew and brycey meeting because of the kelce brothers and yes it is very wild to me i havent stopped thinking about it...soon...soon worlds will collide and i will never shut up about it...

STOP WHY ARE WE TALKING ABOUT BRYCE HARPER AND MATTHEW TKACHUK TOGETHER HOW THEYD BE BEST FRIENDS IF THEY MET PLEASE THIS IS NOT GOOD FOR MY HEALTH STOP IT

#help our employees are making sports fanfic on company time XD #sports rpf of brycey and matthew oh god help me #they both forgot to mention theyre both panderers as well lmaoooo #brcyey is a very charming panderer and matthew isnt there yet but oh boy i can see it in a couple of years just you wait #also doug going “bryce and his club” because he knows mentioning his baseball team will cause soflo fans trauma lmaooo #also “win one of these things” hockey superstition of not mentioning the thing youre gonna win to not jinx it spotted #but yeah i also believe the team that shall not be named will win one of those things to or be forever cursed by their city for ages to com #but also i think that matthews rpf depiction is very reminiscent to bryceys rpf depiction when he was on the nats #re:nats!harper and the multiple choking incidents #yes multiple #anyways thats all ill say on the subject #i guess they were both hot shot rookies with a bratty streak that are actually really nice guys off the ice/field is what we have here #brycey has calmed down a lot these past years too i think thats just being 30 and maturing #anyways #absolutely buckwild to say no one knew mike trout as if you dont go into a dicks sporting goods and see his face everywhere???#hes has a shit ton of accolades too #if youre a baseball fan you KNOWW trouty #but the context here is there talking about popularity amongst general audiences in the united states especially in the easy coast #but also very fascinating to compare mike trout to davo #because i have explained davo and the oilers deal to a baseball friend of mine by going #“youre a halos fan so the whole showy trouty halos narrative? okay davo and drat and the oilers are a carbon copy of that but hockey”#i have caught myself going davo tungsten arm o doyle's himself too XD #this is another excuse for me to talk about baseball again yeah #why do all my men have shitty taste in sports allegiances its really a tradegy its okay i still support them and their bad tastes...

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temiizpalace · 3 months ago

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Hiii! I'm new here but I really love ur works so far! Anyways, I wanted to request Idia with Ortho supporting him and Azul for the 1. MOVIE DATE prompt from the event. Feel free to turn down my request, have a nice day/night!💫

☆┊MOVIE DATE! FOR ALL 3 OF US..(💀+ 🤖 vs. 🐙)

SUMMARY: THEY BOTH ASKED YOU OUT ON A MOVIE DATE AT THE SAME TIME! HOW WILL THEY WIN YOU OVER IF HE IS HERE TOO?

CHARACTERS: idia shroud vs. azul ashengrotto (ft. ortho)

EVENT MASTERLIST

WARNINGS: no determined end couple, jealousy, platonic ortho (rooting for idia)

NOTES: azul has NOT been winning the prefects heart lately. thank you for your request and welcome!!

reader is g/n, reader is yuu

˚∘☆∘˚

you were ortho’s best friend.

that’s what idia thought for the most part. not that it bothers him much, please continue to be. he has never seen his little brother happier, the excitement in his voice melting his heart. two of his favorite people getting along well, this must be what heaven felt like. wish he could get there too.

“we have tons of CDs and old movies back at our dorm too!” ortho smiles, chatting away with you at a desk. “really? what kind of movies?” you ask, smiling and listening intently as he lists the movies one by one. you could barely keep track of them all! idia felt a small smile tug at his lips, admiring the view before inventively snapping back out of it.

“idia, i still believe it is your turn.” azul clears his throat, pointing to the board game on the table. “o-oh yeah, right.” he stammers, drawing a card and performing the said action. it could just be him, but idia could swear azul looks much more smiley than usual today. creepy.. he’s not even winning.

“fufu.. perfect.” he mutters, moving his piece on the board. oh yeah, definitely creepy. “uhm, azul.. you’re literally losing right now.. not something to be proud of, yknow.” idia states bluntly, taking his turn. “i am well aware, but thank you for your kind words, idia.” azul responds sarcastically.

it was a little back and forth, but eventually idia won the game. board game club ended a little earlier than they both had anticipated. “done already?” you ask, hopping off of the desk. “i don’t think azul was really trying, but a win is a win.” idia shrugs, a smug smile on his face. “yes, yes, congratulations idia. i must say i am impressed.” azul cuts in, standing between the both of you.

“prefect! just the person i was looking for,” he smiles charmingly, much to idia’s small annoyance. “mostro lounge is planning a movie night before winter break, and i was wondering if you’d like to test watch our projector?” azul proposes, leaving you confused. “huh? can you repeat that?” you ask, tilting your head.

“would you like to watch a movie in the mostro lounge this evening? we need to test our projector, and you are perfectly suited for this job!” he beams, making you skeptical. “what’s the price?” anyone and everyone knows better than to take an octavinelle students words at face value. there’s always a string attached, but you need to find out what. “the price is you get to watch a movie in the mostro lounge nor free of charge, and in return i receive the feedback you provide.”

“really?!” you and idia shout in unison, startling azul for a moment as you raised your voices. “of course, i’ll be there alongside you! it’ll be just the two of us.” he grins, holding his hand out for a handshake. “damn.. free movies is hard to pass up.” you mumble, thinking about it for a moment. this seems sketchy.. but after a stressful day.. maybe.

in the nearby corner, ortho could see the look in his brothers eyes. jealousy. taking a quick scan of the room, his brothers heart rate was at an all time high! it doesn’t even beat that much during PE! even scanning azul’s heart rate, it was just like idia’s. so that’s how it is.. if idia liked you.. then..

you’d be his older sibling-in law? that sounds AMAZING! but wait. if azul is asking you out to a movie right now, that could monopolize the chances of you being his cool in law! we can’t have that! time for cupid to intervene. ortho. ortho is cupid.

“sounds pretty fun..” you mumbled as you assessed your options. “i got movies too yknow.” idia pouts, muttering phrases under his breath. “im sorry, what was that, idia?” azul asks, raising his brow. “he said we should tag along, too!” ortho interjects, startling azul. “i beg your pardon?”

“that’s actually a great idea!” you smile at the now energetic ortho, not noticing a grumbling octopus next to you. “i apologize, but this deal is for the prefect only..” azul sighs, trying to keep the act. “that’s fine. we can pay to get in. plus, ignihyde dorm is known for its tech expertise!” ortho chimes, seeming innocent when underneath this all he’s just trying to score his brother a date. sorta.

“those are excellent points.. and there’s money involved..?” azul grumbles, gritting his teeth. “ortho, what are you doing?!” idia panics, feeling anxiousness bubble up in his stomach. “didn’t you wanna watch movies with [MC]? im helping! and besides, i wanna spend time with them too.” ortho giggles, giving you a hug.

“aww.. ortho! azul, please let them come along!” you plead, patting ortho’s head while looking at azul sadly. how he hates the way you look at him. putting him in a position where he must accept how could you. “hmmph.. if they’re willing to pay the toll, then perhaps..” he gives in, crossing his arms with a pout. “yay! you hear that idia! we’re watching movies together!” you point, putting him on the spot.

“c-cool, i guess.. hopefully it’s not some trash movie..” idia throws you a thumbs up, standing near the desk awkwardly as you and ortho celebrated. azul felt disappointed. another plan of his foiled, job well done. he can’t resist you! it’s killing him! he even selected a scary movie for this occasion! you have to be joking!

it was all perfect too.. with you visiting the board game club and all. he should’ve waited for idia and ortho to leave but he got excited. curses! they even offered money just to go! “i’ll see you later this evening, prefect! idia, ortho, you too. please hand the necessary payment at the door.” he smiles, walking out the door swiftly.

“hey azul, why are ya looking so pissed today?” floyd asks, watching as the housewarden laid on the couch extremely still. “his date plans have been foiled. truly tragic.” jade answered, not sounding empathetic in the least. “shrimpy is hot on the market, yknow. nice try but ya gotta do better than that, chief.” floyd states bluntly, poking azul’s sides. “enough! both of you out, now!” he suddenly rises, pointing to the door of the VIP lounge.

“we’ll get the lounge set up for you then. floyd, let’s leave azul to his tantrum for now.” jade chuckles, walking by towards the exit. “i am NOT having a tantrum.” he groans, seeing as the twins cackled before they left. such lovely right hand men. how supportive of them. this is bad. diving deeper into it, what if you liked idia back? dated him? married him? start a family?!

the panic is overwhelming! he has to win your heart by tonight or he can kiss his happy ending goodbye. you’re already close to ortho, which is already a lose on his part. he is playing matchmaker, which means his current enemy isn’t idia.. it’s ortho. that damn robot! very well, two can play at that game. with this horror movie, you’ll be crawling up to him and screaming with fear. he’ll watch ortho and idia stare with a bitter glare as you cozy up to him. (delusional)

he’s going to win your heart, no matter what. whether you’re a machine, human, beastmen, whatever, nothing is going to stand in his way.

he actually cried during the movie and nestled up to you but shhhhh. (idia and ortho were smugly glaring, but also lowkey annoyed).

A/N: im going through writers block NOOOO

date published: 9/9/24

#disney twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland fluff #twst fluff #twst x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #idia shroud x reader #ortho shroud #idia shroud #azul ashengrotto #twst #i lowkey hate this #again #yuck #fight for the prefects love

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lazycats-stuff · 1 year ago

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Hello, I was wondering if you could do a Batfam x teen reader, who does figure skating?

Sure! Figure skating is so cool. Shoutout to figure skaters!

Summary: (Y/N) loves to figure skate.

Warnings: fluff, supportive Batfamily, author is not familiar with the sport that much, but has given it a try.

(Y/N) is the only normal kid in the entire family and the family would support him in anything he does. No matter what he does, Bruce and the others supported him. (Y/N) is the only person who could make them forget the horrors of the things they have faced.

And one thing that (Y/N) did the best is figure skating. He fell in love when Bruce took him to an ice rink for Christmas. Bruce skated right behind (Y/N) and (Y/N) felt a rush of something.

Was it adrenaline? Was it excitement? Whatever it was, it has slowly turned into love.

After that day, (Y/N) begged for Bruce to find him a club to skate in. He wanted to do this and Bruce decided to comply with (Y/N)'s wishes. And the rest was history.

(Y/N) was in love and he will do it for as long as he can. He had hopes of going to Olympic Games, but for now he was happy to compete in his city and just all over USA.

Bruce was more than happy to drop everything as see him live at his competitions. The others were happy too, but school and work were sometimes impossible to miss, but competitions were mostly on the weekends so that is very nice.

And Bruce could see why (Y/N) liked, no, loved the sport. Bruce has made an ice rink in the house for everyone all year round, but (Y/N) used it the most. He trained a lot and he was happy while doing so.

Bruce sometimes watched him train. He was entranced sometimes. The way that (Y/N) would just fly through the air, just glide on ice all ethereal, almost like a ghost.

Sometimes Bruce thought that (Y/N) wasn't human.

Of course, there were downs too. Whenever (Y/N) fell, Bruce would panic a little bit, but wait for (Y/N) to show his reaction to it. If he got upset, Bruce would intervene and jump in.

If he didn't react, then Bruce would stop panicking. (Y/N) was never seriously hurt and for that Bruce was thankful. Very much so. Just now, he is entering the a very prestigious competition and he is going to be damned if he misses it.

Damned.

This is an important competition for (Y/N) and it would mean everything to (Y/N) if they could be there. (Y/N) was excited to go to this competition. He really was.

It is the competition where the best ones go and where there are people who might look for you to compete in the Olympics. Not to mention, this is the best competition to test his mental will.

That is something you need to have. A strong mindset and tough skin. (Y/N) knew that he had it because his dad is Batman and Bruce Wayne.

Bruce made sure that (Y/N) was strong mentally. That was something that (Y/N) needs in this world and that is something that he will need in order to succeed in his sport and life.

Bruce smiled at his eyes glanced at (Y/N)'s photo on his desk at work. Bruce knows that his son will be able to do this.

Today was the day. Bruce and his sons were waiting for (Y/N) to come on ice. They know that (Y/N) has practiced very hard and he didn't want them to see his routine before hand. (Y/N) said that he wanted to surprise them all.

Alrighty then.

Bruce sat up straighter as he heard his son's name being announced. The others did so too and they watched in awe as they glided on the ice, getting into the position to start, waiting for the music to start. Bruce had to admit, he felt a bit nervous.

Now is the chance.

One shot.

And right now, everything is on (Y/N)'s shoulders and if he doesn't win today, that would be okay, but (Y/N) is a competitive person. All of them are in heart and denying it would be stupid.

Bruce watched in awe as (Y/N) started. They way he just started to glide and move... Bruce's breath hitched as (Y/N) jumped before nailing the landing and Bruce clapped.

Every time (Y/N) jumped, Bruce swore that he looked like he was going to fall. (Y/N) said that he shouldn't worry. It's the best part for him and Bruce trusted him enough to say okay.

They all clapped when he nailed the landing and Bruce smiled. Oh his son is doing so well. Damian smiled too, happy to see his brother so happy and just enjoying himself.

He glided and he jumped again and Bruce's heart stopped for a second. He clapped once more as he landed the landing and they watched as he spun and Bruce's eyes slowly watered. Dick was quietly crying and Jason was close to it.

Damian was still holding on with everything in him. But after another set of turns and then he has decided to do something that a rare few have done.

A quadruple Axel.

(Y/N) often fell on that move and Bruce knew it wasn't an easy move if only one person did it. It was Ilia Malinin and (Y/N) was in awe of the skater.

And despite (Y/N) failing at the move over and over again, (Y/N) refused to give up. Bruce respected the tenacity and could only hope that (Y/N) nailed it here.

Bruce stood up screaming when (Y/N) nailed the turn. The others did too and everyone did so too. Bruce had to lean down on his knees, trying to breath. Dick was clapping so much and then hugged Jason so tightly.

After (Y/N) was done, Bruce and the others have made their way down to his locker room. Bruce and the coach knew each other for a long time and they were allowed to go to his locker room. Everyone was quick and they all hugged (Y/N) when they got to him.

" Now we wait for the results. " (Y/N) said and Bruce gave him a kiss on the head and another congratulations. Alfred came too and gave his grandson a hug.

Now it was time to wait for the results and to see (Y/N)'s placement. Bruce hoped that (Y/N) won.

He really did, but winning isn't everything in life. There is a reason why we fall. It's so we can learn to pick ourselves up.

(Y/N) got first place, with an almost perfect score. Bruce was so proud and he was going brag about this for a long time. His brothers were going to do it too and Alfred will make (Y/N)'s favorite food when they got back home.

(Y/N) tried not to cry as he stepped onto the podium and Bruce took so many pictures that he was going to print out and frame in his office with his other sons.

He may need a bigger desk at work...

Well, that is a problem for a future Bruce. For the present Bruce, they needed to get back to Gotham and cuddle the hell out of (Y/N). The hell out of him.

(Y/N) didn't mind it.

In fact, he loves his celebratory cuddles. Especially when he won and today, after doing a quadruple Axel, he wanted a lot of cuddles.

#dc comics #dc x male reader #x male reader #batfamily #bruce wayne x male reader #batman x male reader #batkids

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lbxbx · 10 months ago

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Cockpit 7 | knj

Pair: Namjoon x reader

Summary: Namjoon goes through a rough time while getting a divorce, meeting you at the club two weeks in a row when attraction becomes unreal.

Rating: +18 mature content, Smut, divorce, fatherhood.

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“Four aces.” Namjoon puts his cards down and he thinks he won, he claps his hands and takes a sip from his beer. “What do you got?”

“Don’t celebrate too early Joon.” You put your cards down. “Straight flush.” And you finally beat his cards and win the game.

That day was a lazy day for both of you, after your nap you two woke up hungry and ended up cooking pasta with prepackaged sauce to save time, and after dinner he wanted to see if he could beat you in a poker game, and you won the game three times in a row.

“Fuck.” He murmurs. “Practice round.” He tries to manipulate the game which makes you laugh. “I’m ready to play you again and I’ll win.” You shrug.

He nods and takes another sip from his drink. “You got lucky y/n.” He has the habit of messing with you and you know he’s doing it again now so you hit his chest. “You’re such an idiot.” You get up on your feet and collect the plates that were still on the coffee table before you head to the kitchen, he follows you and takes the plates from your hands before putting them in the sink. “You should go lie down, I’ll do the dishes.”

You giggle and cross your arms. “I’m okay, I promise.”

He’s been treating you like a fragile piece of glass the entire day, When you’re making dinner, he felt like a burden when you got up and insisted to cook, even when you didn’t even finish half of your plate, he knows you cooked just because he’s there. So he insisted on helping in the kitchen even though when he turns everything into a disaster.

He washes the plates before stacking them in the dishwasher, you tilt your head and just think.

Why?

Is she blind? His wife must fucking brainless for treating him like utter shit and turning his life upside down.

This man walked out of a book, he’s sweet, sensitive, caring, smart, cute, attractive, and really good in bed. Why would she do that?

You were never the type to praise a man or care for one emotionally because you’re a little sure that most of them are heartless really.

But Kim Namjoon needs to be treated with love, he deserves to be loved and to be taken care of.

There’s just one thing left to do, you’ve studied this man enough and now you need someone else to do that instead, you’re probably blinded by his good looks or something, so you need someone to see him differently.

“Do you have anything planned Friday?” You use your palms for support and jump to sit on the counter, he hums and looks up for a second trying to remember his schedule. “I’m supposed to fly to Gwangju tomorrow night, and I’m flying back Friday evening,” He nods when he remembers before he asks. “Do you wanna do something?”

You didn’t think it much, but this is the perfect opportunity to finally get him to meet your friends. “I’m planning to host a game night with my friends, and I want you to come over and join.”

He grabs the kitchen towel to dry his hands before he scratches the back of his neck, a little hesitated to answer.

“Don’t worry, they already know about you and they’re really nice people.”

You really wish you didn’t say that, because it obviously made him uncomfortable. You can tell from the way he fidgets in his spot and looks away. “I hope I didn’t make things awkward for you.” He says.

You shake your head immediately. “No, Hoseok found out when he saw you here a couple weeks ago, And Jimin actually found out on his own, you’ll get to see the others on Friday, but I promise, other than their inappropriate jokes and really loud arguments, they’re good people.”

He turns to face you again before a smirk sits on his face, taking a few steps closer to you. “So you want to introduce me to your friends?” And you playfully hit his chest, “They’re finally going to see the guy who fucked their friend huh?” He continues. Your face flushes red for a moment and you feel heat creeping all over your body.

He nods slowly. “Sure, I’d love to join then.”

“You’re kidding.” Of course it’s Kim Taehyung, who’s face suddenly drops and changes to the point you would barely recognize his features, he’s the last one to find out that Namjoon is joining you tonight and he clearly isn’t that glad about it. “Y/n, he lied to you, you can’t just-“

“I know.” You interrupt him, “I got to know the man very well in the past month, I just need you guys to help me, you’re a guy and you know how guys think, I really care about everyone’s opinion, but I care about yours the most.” You shut the cabinet after grabbing out large bowls for the chips.

You had everything completely planned, you refilled your fridge and mini bar with alcohol and other drinks, you stacked your pantry with different types of chips and candy, and you even made the dips and popped some popcorn.

“You already know my opinion.” He crosses his arms. “And I don’t think I’m going to change it.”

You roll your eyes and sigh. “Just give him a chance, oh and please oh please don’t scare him off and don’t do that thing with your face.” You pause. “Oh and please don’t mention anything about his personal life, I already warned the guys and now I’m telling you, he doesn’t have to know that you know.”

“I’m not going to mention anything, but I can’t promise you anything about not scaring him off.” He grabs the bowls and heads out to the living room, he’s really irritated that when he saw Jungkook in front of him, he snapped at him loudly. “Jungkook will you please move your fat ass and drag the poker table to the living room?” He scolds the younger which makes you laugh, you know the topic of Namjoon irritated him just because he’s really protective of you, they all are, but Taehyung never had close girl friends and you’re the first one ever, that’s why he protects you at all costs.

“I kinda wish Namjoon joined us all the time if you’re going to wear dresses like these.” Jungkook finally gets up to get the poker table, you cringe and kick him in the shin. “What a creep.”

You do admit you look good in that dress, you had just bought it, a dark grey shapewear slip dress that complemented and highlighted every single curve on your body, it had a square collar to bring out your tits, and it was a little above the knee. You matched it with the pair of slippers you wear around your house, cute but really attractive.

Jimin grabs the bowl of chips into his lap and starts eating. “Where is he anyway? Is he always late?”

You rub your forehead, all of them are acting weird today as if they got jealous, not jealous in a romantic way, but jealous in a possessive-over-their-friend jealous. “He landed an hour ago, so he should be here any minute.” You head back to the kitchen and take out ash trays, some of your friends were social smokers and they always light up a few smokes during game nights.

The door bell rings and you hear the rushing footsteps from the living room, and like the kids they are, they rush to check the cameras before they all take their seats and act nonchalant, but all eyes are on the door.

Poor Namjoon he’s about to be scared off.

“Can someone please get the door?” You yell from the kitchen.

Namjoon was a little taken back when the door was opened by Yoongi, he was expecting you to be the one to open, his eyes even wonder inside the house looking for you. “Hi.” Yoongi shoots a smile before stretching his hand out to shake Namjoon’s. “I’m Yoongi, come on in.”

And the moment Namjoon steps in, he lets out a nervous smile and looks around the room aching to find you, he’s getting nervous by the second especially when all of them are looking at him.

“Joon?” You finally get out of the kitchen with the ashtrays in one hand, and just like magic, Namjoon suddenly feels like he’s home, his breath is regular again and his heart beat is.. Well he’s still anxious about meeting your friends.

“There you are.” You purposely give him a hug and a kiss on his cheek in front of your friends. “How was your flight?” He wraps one arm around you and kisses you back on the cheek .”It was great, you look outstanding.”

He did notice the dress and he so desperately wants to check you out but everyone is looking. You giggle and put your hand behind his back. “Guys, this is Namjoon.”

And you introduce him to each one of them, you were too occupied looking at Namjoon’s body language and behavior to notice any discomfort, but he’s doing surprisingly okay, not because your friends are nice to him, but because you’re here with him.

What you didn’t know is that Taehyung is studying this man head to toe, he knows how men look when they’re attracted to someone, and he knows how they even act, and he’s a little amused when he sees the way Namjoon looks at you, he knows that you two know each other for a month, but Namjoon’s looks give him away, he does have something for you, and it’s very obvious.

“Come on everyone, take your seats.” Seokjin stands up, Namjoon pulls a chair for you next to him and speaks. “y/n is on my team.” Which lights up the first argument around the table, calling you on his team is like calling out for shotgun and everyone wanted you to be on their team.

Namjoon sits between the hyenas and you’re genuinely scared when he’s around your friends, you still don’t know how far along Namjoon will be able to endure, your friends are really heavy blooded and ruthless when it comes to joking and making fun of each other.

“It’s me, Namjoon, Yoongi and Mia against the rest of you.” Hoseok said while examining his cards.

You had already played a couple rounds and called it over, but they decided to continue playing since the bet just got higher and they all have alcohol in their systems.

“Yoongi and Mia should play in different teams.” Taehyung teases. “Make them fight.”

Yoongi flips Taehyung off and you look at Namjoon worried he may think this is too much, but he laughs and looks at his cards, his long fingers shuffling through them, a little too focused on them.

“Are they good?” You put your arm on the back of his chair, and he startles for a second, totally not used to being touched in public like that. “Hmm?” He looks at you, your noses almost brushing against each other. “Your cards.” You explain and brush a hair strand away from his face.

“Yeah, they’re not bad.” He says, looking back at his cards. “Come closer.” He proper grabs your chair and pulls you closer to him.

“Come on captain you’re up.” Jimin got way too excited, which makes everyone laughs at him at the nickname he just called Namjoon, and they continue calling him that for the rest of the game.

You get up to get more beer from the kitchen and you hear their voices go louder when the game gets hotter, you return to the living room and you see them pick at Namjoon for being too obvious with his expression, almost exposing his cards. He’s handling it well and biting back at them, they’re still joking of course. You grin and walk closer to him, wrapping an arm around him from behind. “Now stop teasing him will you.” You print a soft kiss on his neck, inhaling his perfume. “They’re just jealous you’re a better player.” You raise an eyebrow at the team playing against him.

Namjoon’s cheeks flush and his heart races a little, he’s been fighting the urge to touch you since the night started, he even finds himself salivating at the look of your bottom lip bitten between your teeth when you’re looking at him, his pants are getting a little uncomfortable for him.

Your actions don’t go unnoticed by your friends and you clearly see Jungkook smirking and Taehyung’s eyes locked onto Namjoon.

You pull your chair and get back into your seat next to him, you feel his thigh pressed against the side of yours and it burns to the touch, you’re trying so hard to control yourself but you’re on the verge of taking him to your bedroom for a little ‘chat’.

You lean in closer to put your chin on his shoulder and take a look at his cards, he’s already got the winning cards but he’s stalling you’re friends and messing with them. You look at him and your eyes meet, he grins and stares at your lips for a split second before looking back into your eyes.

Taehyung’s eyes are piercing at the two of you now which doesn’t go unnoticed by his girlfriend Jade, who ends up elbowing him subtly gaining his attention, but he just couldn’t help but to look back at Namjoon.

Taehyung himself has the highest body count out of everyone, and he’s been with way too many girls and he managed to get away with an excuse not to call them again, he even didn’t call Jade back after their first night together. He knows that men actually do end up calling back women they actually do find attractive, or women who they can benefit of.

Then he thinks, what would Namjoon want to benefit out of you? He’s financially stable, quite good looking he could just point out to any woman and she’ll go on her knees for him, a man with an admirable job, apparently someone who doesn’t mind long term relationship since he’s already married.

Oh yes, the man is married.

And Taehyung finds it funny that they’re all sitting there basically showing him that it’s okay to cheat on his wife with their best friend, gosh this is fucked up on so many levels.

Your friends know that Namjoon is your current fling, but if anyone outside of your circle who doesn’t get the context they would think you two are madly in love. No no…

They would think he’s madly in love.

Plus, Taehyung first considered Namjoon to be a total red flag, but after a couple hours from sitting around the table with him, he doesn’t seem half bad, actually, he’s really cool, and very smart.

Oh and for you?

You totally don’t care who’s looking and who’s not, you’re totally feeling up Namjoon’s thighs under the table, your fingers squeezing softly on his inner thigh, he manages to hide his facial expressions really well, but he man spreads his legs to give you more space to stroke more of his covered skin. “Royal flush.” He couldn’t wait to put his cards down on the table just so he can lay his palm over yours, proper grabbing it and putting it on his clothed erection. The idea itself is arousing the two of you when you’re surrounded by other people and teasing each other with touches from under the table.

“I’m calling Namjoon and y/n on my team the next round.” Hoseok calls which makes Seokjin argue. “That’s not fair, you only get to choose one.”

“Not a chance, Namjoon and I are a team.” You take a sip from your bear.

Of course Namjoon is unbothered by the argument, hell he’s not even listening, his eyes are fidgeting between your hand that’s rubbing his boner subtly under the table, and on your lips and chest rising when you’re breathing.

He could take you right now on the poker table and they can watch, he won’t mind.

“Next week, I promise I’ll find a place.” Hoseok suggests when they were already planning the next weekend with Namjoon, they usually discuss it with you but they’re all over the guy, and he’s doing pretty well that he was planning everything and they were listening carefully. You’re watching in awe as they talk to him like they’ve known him for years, and it makes you feel a little anxious.

You recall what he told you the other day, and he was totally right, this isn’t just a hookup, it’s way more than this and that’s what’s making you anxious.

Namjoon digs into his pocket to fish out his phone and he unlocks it. “My parents got this beach house on the outskirts, we could go there. It has a pool and a hot tub and we can light up the bonfire by the beach at night.”

Jungkook is standing really close to Namjoon, he even grabs the phone from the older’s hands and starts swiping through the pictures, an amused look on Jungkook’s face. “How rich are your parents? This house is incredible—Oops, sorry.” Both their faces change and you panic a little wondering what they saw, Jungkook swiped too far and a picture of Jay appears on the screen, of course Jungkook is smart enough to swipe back to the previous photos quickly without making it seem awkward, but it actually is.

You even earn a look from both Taehyung and Seokjin, the air even tenses up a little, you look at Namjoon who contains himself and acts like nothing happened, he thinks that they don’t know, and that they will probably assume that it’s his nephew or brother or anything. But really, they all do know and they’re not acting oblivious enough, thank god he doesn’t notice.

“Okay, clear up your schedules for the next weekend, no excuses y/n.” Jimin speaks sarcastically and you realize you’re holding your breath, you rejected going with them a couple weeks ago, but now since you have your plus one, you actually wanna go. “Shut up.” You squint your eyes at him.

“I should get going.” Seokjin gets up. “I’m on call tomorrow.”

“I need to go too, I’m visiting my parents tomorrow.” Jimin gets up too and walks closer to give you a hug. “I had so much fun tonight, thanks for having us.”

“I had fun too.” You kiss his cheek. “Drive safe.” And he bids goodbye with Seokjin and they get going.

You grab the empty plates and pickup the empty cans of bear when Mia gets up to grab the rest of the empty bowls. “Let me help you.”

Both of you head to the kitchen and you start rinsing the dishes before putting them in the dishwasher, you can sense that Mia has something to say from the way she’s hovering around you and scratching her eyebrow awkwardly, her eyes carefully scanning you. “Are you okay?” You ask.

You and Mia always shared secrets together and she was always there for you, and so were you, she came up to you for an advice every time she had an argument with Yoongi, you both trust each other.

“Do you not see it?” She whispers, her hand sitting on her hip, one of your eyebrows cocks up in confusion, you’re totally clueless on what she’s about to say. “See what?”

“The way he looks at you, he’s head over heels.”

You roll your eyes before you chuckle. “Mia, Namjoon and I met exactly 6 weeks ago, of course he’s not head over heels for me, what are you talking about.”

“Honey, Yoongi asked me to be his girlfriend after our third date.” She spits. “And look at us now.”

You shrug one shoulder and shake your head. “I can’t see what you’re talking about, he’s still married and he has a child, so this is all probably temporary, no strings attached.”

“No strings attached?” She laughs quietly. “Girl, he’s over here handling your annoying friends on a Friday night. Plus, he’s getting a divorce, so this doesn’t count.”

You pause for a second before you look at the woman. “Who told you that?”

“Hobi told us.” She bites on her fingernails, the asshole did read the papers, but why didn’t he tell you?

“It doesn’t mean anything, he’s not getting the divorce because of me.” You step on the pedal of the trashcan to get rid of the empty cans of drinks.

She sighs. “I’m just saying think it through—“

“Of course I’m not going to, especially when I don’t know where he is about this.” You interrupt her, you had a point. Of course you’re not going to like a man who you met only 6 weeks ago, what if he was on a total different page than where you think you are?

“Baby? Come on, we should be going home.” Yoongi leans against the kitchen door frame and he feels like he interrupted something. “Is there anything wrong?”

“Not at all.” You turn towards the sink and wash your hands.

“What do you think about Namjoon?” Mia asks, her arms crossed, she already knows what her husband thinks, she just wants you to know that he thinks the same.

Yoongi pauses for a second before he puts his hands in his pockets. “I personally think he’s okay, but Jungkook out there is all over your boyfriend.”

“He’s not my boyfriend.” You grit on your teeth before you peak your head out of the kitchen door, Jungkook is sitting really close next to Namjoon, and both of them are in what seems to be an important topic, before he flexes his arm muscles and feels up Namjoon’s. Men.

You roll your eyes and get back into the kitchen. “Jungkook is all over everyone even himself.”

Yoongi laughs quietly before walking closer to you, pulling you into a soft hug. “It doesn’t matter what we think y/n, it’s what you think that matters. I know you wanted us to study the man, and we do actually like him, but it’s you who matters.” And his wife nods eagerly showing you that this somehow was her point too before she adds. “And he seems to fancy you a lot.”

“Yeah.” Yoongi agrees. “But take it slow, will you? The man is still married and we don’t know what’s happening next.”

You sigh and rub your forehead. He’s making sense, and you’re not sure why you’re a little afraid to admit that you finally like someone, but you do, except no matter how hard you think it’s okay to like someone, it still feels wrong when he’s involved with someone else.

“We had so much fun tonight, take care chief.” He squeezes you closer and kisses your cheek. “Goodnight.”

You walk them towards the door, they bid goodbye to everyone before they leave. Jungkook is still occupied talking with Namjoon and the poor guy is listening and he seems to be actually interested.

Taehyung and his girlfriend finally get up too, he walks closer to you to pull you in for a hug. “We had so much fun tonight.” He prints a soft kiss on your cheek before he whispers. “You wanna go out for coffee tomorrow? Just us two.”

You wrap your arms around him and kiss him back on the cheek. “Sure, I’ll call you.” You’re a little glad he suggested this date, you know he’s going to let it all out.

He nods and pulls back before saying goodbye to everyone, actually handshaking Namjoon specifically with a smile on his face, before he grabs his girlfriend and leaves.

You finally walk closer to Namjoon who’s sitting on the couch with his arms crossed, Jungook in front of him on the coffee table not planning to shut his mouth anytime soon, you squeeze in between them and sit on Namjoon’s leg and hug him closer.

The poor man isn’t used to being touched like this or publicly shown affection at all, he’s startled to the point where he doesn’t know what to do with his hands, you grab his arm and put it explicitly on your ass, totally unbothered by the existence of Hoseok and Jungkook.

They’ve done a lot worse so you secretly think that it’s your turn to finally do things like that.

“Did he give you a headache?” You pout, running your fingers through his hair and scratching the back of his head, he melts completely by your touch and he even closes his eyes, barely shaking his head.

“Oh, I’m the one having a headache, you’ve been blabbering nonstop.” Hoseok complains, gritting on his teeth at Jungkook, he gets up and collects his wallet and keys. “I’m going home, I’ll see you next week Namjoon.”

He manages to kiss you on the cheek softly while you’re still sitting on Namjoon’s legs before leaving and forcing Jungkook to finally leave.

You fall next to Namjoon on the couch, yawning and stretching your arms. “Can you please lock the door?”

He laughs quietly before using his palms for support to hover over you, printing a few kisses on your jaw and neck. “But I need to go home.” To which you immediately pout, “One night won’t hurt.”

He leans his forehead against yours and comes to realization, that the last time his lips touched yours was actually very long ago, and as much as he actually wanted to just fuck you senseless, he’s holding back to avoid making you uncomfortable, he doesn’t even dare to press his lips against yours.

He also can’t say no to you, he shrugs it off and finally nods. “One night won’t hurt.”

Even though both of you have been teasing each other with touches the entire night, you still can’t do anything with him since you’re on the last few days of your period.

He rises up on his feet and moves towards the door to lock it before clicking on a few buttons to dim the lights. And from his walk back towards you, you can easily tell that he’s been suffering with his boner that’s hiding in his jeans.

“I’m sorry.” You giggle playfully, he follows your eyesight and scoffs, his hands immediately rushing to his pockets to relieve some of the tightness. “Don’t worry, I got used to having blue balls my entire life.” He sarcastically speaks.

His joke makes you laugh your heart out, your head even falls back on the couch. He finds it contagious that he laughs with you, walking closer to lean his palm on the back of the couch and leaning down to kiss you on the neck and jaw, your laugh slowly halting down and your bottom lip sits between your teeth. “Come on, let’s go to bed.” He grabs you by your hand and pulls you up.

To say he’s trying so hard is an understatement. The way you currently look is making him near losing it, your hair is frizzy and your eyes are half closed, even your dress is no longer covering your legs. Fuck he needs to touch you.

“Ugh.” You groan when you look at the poker table. “Can you please take it inside?”

He looks back at the poker table and carries it up, his veiny arms about to rip his t-shirt open when they bulge, this big boy is insanely attractive that it’s hard for you to keep your hands to yourself.

“Of course not.” He pouts, you’re both in bed, your head on his bare chest and he’s tugging random strands of your hair, you look at him and squint your eyes. “Well, I do mind.”

He’s been trying to convince you since the moment you two got in bed, that he won’t mind sex during your period, and of course you argued with the only reasonable excuse, it’s going to be a blood bath.

“Are you saying you don’t mind other stuff?” He suggestively asks, his finger tapping your nose softly, you know exactly what he means and you take a second to answer. “I don’t know, the whole idea is odd to me.”

He shrugs one shoulder. “We can try if you want to.” Which makes you scoff and roll your eyes. “You’re just saying that because your dick won’t go soft.” And he nods quickly. “I know, it won’t go soft when you’re this close to me and I can’t touch you.”

This knot sits in the pit of your stomach and you feel your body heat up, it feels really good to be sexually craved by someone, you love hearing it so much. “I can’t say I’m not flattered.” You lie down on your stomach, your elbows supporting your upper half as you grab a strand of your hair messing with it. “We could try I guess.”

He looks at your lips and licks his lower one, he could easily bust a nut at how far his imagination is going. “Okay.” He throws the blanket away from your bodies and drops it on the floor before bucking his hips up to pull his boxers down, his throbbing and already leaking cock slams against his lower stomach, the head already red and sensitive.

You swallow when you’re mouth suddenly excretes a stupid amount of saliva, you could kill to just choke on his dick, you want to make him feel good.

He leans both his arms behind his head and gives you an inviting look, he’s fully surrendered to you, he wants you to help him.

You spit on your palm and wrap your fingers around his cock, instant heat rushes through his body and even his legs spread apart a little. He swallows once, his hand then moves to caress the side of your face softly, he’s been waiting for this moment for a while now.

You stroke his erection slowly, your eyes focused on the only task you have in your hand, you wanted to just jerk him off at the beginning, but now you need to taste him.

You move your mouth closer to his dick and print the softest kiss on the tip, your eyes now locked into his, you lick once from the base of his shaft to the very tip, a string of saliva mixes with his precum and stays attached to your bottom lip, your other hand moves to the tip to smear his precum with your index finger before you put it in your mouth, the saltiness sits on your taste buds, and it tastes fucking good.

His cock twitches in your hand at the sight of you doing so, you even giggle playfully and kiss the head again. “All that for me?” You whisper. His eyes almost roll to the back of his head when you wrap your lips around the head and bob your head down and up, your hair falling on your face. “Good fucking girl, just like that.”

You bob your head lower each time before you pull back and stroke it again, you look him into the eyes and speak with a low voice. “I can suck your cock better than she does”

“Fuck!” He moans at the top of his lungs before he accidentally cums too fast, you even gasp when he shoots his cum in the air and it lands down on his stomach and on your hand, a little drop falling on the corner of your mouth, he holds the bed sheets into his fist and bucks his up with every spill. “Mmm,” His chest heaves dramatically when he’s done, his cock still in your hand and you’re still stroking him slowly. “Look at the mess you made.” You teasingly click your tongue, he looks down at you and smiles lazily. “This is so fucking embarrassing.”

You giggle and climb up towards him, you press the softest kiss on his lips and he immediately kisses you back eagerly, begging to feel more of your lips against his, he’s been wanting to kiss you the entire night, he licks your bottom lip and grabs your head closer, his tongue licks the small drop of his cum near your lips and he spits it into your mouth and you’re more than glad to swallow it.

He pulls back from the kiss and grabs your hand. “Let me clean you up.” He licks every drop of cum off of your fingers and kisses you back on the lips to spit the remaining cum into your mouth and again you swallow.

He wraps his arms around your hips and turns you so you lay flat on the bed, he hovers on top of you and prints small kisses repeatedly on your lips before he moves down to your neck, kissing it and licking softly which makes your body heat up again.

Namjoon never had the chance to study the female body correctly, his previous sexual life was solely just about getting the job done, of course it felt good to him, but with you this whole experience feels new to him and it’s filled with ecstasy. He wanted to explore your body, know what you’re into, not just because it felt insanely erotic to him, but he wanted to please you and make you feel good and satisfied.

He moves down to your chest, your nipples are perked up from underneath your tight white top from the blood pumping all over your body, almost begging to be touched by him, his index finger circles your hard covered nipple softly, his eyes focused on it and his tongue running on his lower lip.

He sticks his tongue out and licks the fabric once, rubs it with his index finger again and now using his thumb to pinch it lightly, your cunt feels numb and you can’t press your thighs together since he’s nestled between your legs.

The moisture he applied to your clothed nipple makes the shirt no longer white, it’s started to get see through and he can see it better now. “You can take my top off if you want to.” You suggest, a little out of breath, he looks up into your face to see the really obvious red flush on your face, now he’s a little more eager to make you cum.

He doesn’t hesitate as his warm fingers climb on your torso from under the shirt and he throws it off of you, your breasts fully exposed to him now, one of his hands lean on the pillow behind you to support his upper half, and the other gropes your breast in a tight grip, fuck, It hurts, but still feels so good.

He leans down and licks the valley between your tits and licks your nipple before sucking on it for his dear life, pulling his head back a little with your breast still in his mouth, the tugging makes your back arch against him, your hand moves to grab his wrist that’s leaning against the pillow. “Shit.” You clench your jaw when you feel your nipple sitting between his teeth, your eyes meet and he grins, almost threatening to actually bite it.

You grab onto his face, your thumb on his right cheek and the rest of your fingers on his left one. “No biting.”

Seeing you under him like that is more than enough to make him erect all over again like he didn’t just shoot a load a couple minutes ago, you find out when you accidentally graze your thigh between his legs and you feel his cock brushing against your skin. You really are flattered.

And he obeys, moving to your other breast to give it some love, before he turns you to lay on your side, and he lays behind you skin to skin, his arm sits under your head and he leans his forehead on the side of your face to kiss your ear. “Did I tell you how much I liked the dress you were wearing tonight?”

Your eyes automatically shut when you feel his hot breath into your ear when he speaks, you let out a breath when your head falls back against his. “You had no idea how much I wanted to bend you over that poker table and fuck your tight cunt.” He whispers, no he explicitly moans into your ear when he speaks. “Let them see how good your man can stretch that tight little pussy of yours.”

You shut your eyes tightly and you can’t take it anymore, you need to cum, you need him to touch you or do anything, you have to cum. “Fuck, Namjoon it hurts.”

“Hmm?” He hums, kissing your ear again, your hand moves to hold onto his that you’re leaning your head onto, you squeeze onto his palm and beg. “Please, please make me cum.”

He could embarrassingly cum fast like he did a couple minutes ago, but this time he’s able to hold back.

“You wanna cum?” He teasingly asks, his free hand grazes on the side of your body before it moves to your ass, he squeezes it into his palm and gives you the hardest spank ever, your butt cheek tingles with heat, on regular bases it would hurt, but now, it’s pushing you closer to your end.

His fingers hook on the elastic band of your panties before he pulls it down to reach your thighs, then wraps his fingers around his erection and settles it against your folds, your wet cunt glazing his cock and making it glisten when he rubs it in between your folds.

The numbness in your cunt hurts and you could feel your arousal on your own thighs, you’re getting way too impatient and eager for him that you grind your hips against his. You know he’s not going to penetrate since you’re basically still on your period, so grinding will do the job.

He grabs onto the back of your thigh and lifts one of your legs up to give him the desired space to start grinding against your folds, the slickness from your cunt making it easier to grind against you.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head when you feel the tip of his dick rub against your throbbing clitoris repeatedly, your jaw drops and you even reach for the back of his head behind you and pull onto his hair. “You’re gonna make me cum, please—“

“I know baby, can you hold back for me just a little?” He whispers into your ear, his irregular breath against your ear sending shivers across your body. “Just a little.” And you respond with shaking your head, your lips falling between your teeth, the knot inside your stomach is going to burst any second now. “I can’t.” You tug onto his hair tighter and grind your hips against his, your butt cheek slams against his body and you finally release, the heat washes through your spine and back and you could see starts in your eyes. “Ha.. Namjoon, I’m sorry.. I couldn’t.” Your hand falls and you start panting for a breath.

He kisses your ear softly and runs his hand on your thighs, pressing his fingers lightly into your skin and he can feel the heat of your body on his fingers tips. “You’re off the hook this time.” He teasingly whispers before he pulls back from behind you, his eyes land on his dick and he sees how much you’ve soaked him with your cream and he smirks, totally ignoring the little smear of blood on his dick.

He sits up on his knees on the bed and helps you lay flat on the bed again before pressing his lips against yours for a few wet kisses, his tongue grazing on your lower lip, his hand grabs onto yours and he leads it to his cock that’s seconds away to busting a nut.

Your body already feels loose that it takes you seconds to gather the strength to stroke his cock, taking the speed up every second, pleasure washes through his entire body that he can’t focus on the kiss and return it to you, his forehead falls against yours and his jaw falls down, his breath quickening and his eyelids falling down slowly. “That’s it.” He managed to hiss under his breath, both his palms sit on the pillow behind you and he lets you do all the work, your hands are getting tired that you have to stop for a second to change your rhythm, which makes him hold his cock into his own hands and stroke it fast.

You feel the need to not waste a drop, so you position your head near his cock and stick your tongue out, clearly telling him to cum on your mouth and face, and that’s the last thing he needs to see so he just lets go and shoots out continuous ribbons of his seed on your tongue and face, decorating it just the way he likes, and he swears you looked fucking gorgeous with his cum all over your face. “Fuck-“ He grunts and his hand falls down, his cock twitching and still shooting out cum on your tongue.

One of your hand grazes on his big thighs and the other one just cleans the cum off of your face to put it into your mouth, your eyes meets his and he stares at you out of breath and in awe, watching you clean every drop of his seed and put it into your mouth, you smirk when you see his cock twitching at the sight, before you stick your tongue out to show him the cum you gathered inside your mouth and swallow it, giving your lower lip a single lick. “Hmm.” You sit up on your knees and pull your panties back up, before wrapping your arms around his shoulder and smacking your tongue teasingly at him. “You taste okay.” You shrug, which makes him laugh and wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him, his soft dick grazing on your lower stomach. “You’re fucking incredible.”

“I know.” You tease and kiss his cheek once. “Now you can go to sleep.”

Both of you lay down on the bed, his back faces you and you hug him from behind, kissing his bare shoulder softly before you finally go to sleep.

You walk into the warm café and the scent of the freshly roasted coffee beans and freshly bakes pastries wafts through your nose, you miss going to cafés like that since you’ve been deprived from it ever since you started your job, you used to study in coffee shops back then.

You look around and finally spot Taehyung on one of the tables waving his hand towards you, you walk closer to him, give him a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek, before you pull the chair across from him and take a seat.

Almost one hour in and you two spend it catching up on daily things, his job, yours, his girlfriend and how he’s planning to ask her to move it, before he finally speaks of the not so forgotten topic and asks you about Namjoon.

“Shouldn’t I be the one asking you?” You ask him, your eyes locked into his face to study his features, you’re getting anxious slowly and impatient to know what he thinks.

He takes a long sip of his iced Americano before he rests his back against the chair and crosses his arms. “Does it matter what I say?” And that confuses you for a second. “He seems to like you, but we need to address the elephant in the room y/n, he’s still married and you don’t even know where you are on this whole thing.” He shrugs.

You lean your elbows on the table and shrug. “You’re right, but I’m not being delusional Tae, he clearly feels something, don’t you think?”

And he nods. “Perhaps, yeah.” Before he continues. “Look we just need to give it some time, you guys just started talking and you’re just high on each other.”

You huff and take a sip of your drink. “The man is perfect” And it feels like a heavy weight on your shoulder just disappeared when you finally said that to someone. Taehyung grins and shrugs slightly. “The guys like him.”

“And you?”

“I do.” He says. “But it doesn’t matter what any of us thinks, it’s all up to you.”

“You’re not really helping me.” You whine and hit his leg from under the table.

“We can’t discuss anything right now, we need to know where he is at least, we could be reading him wrong after all.” He rubs his leg before cursing at you under his breath.

“Then what are we doing here?” You blink your eyes, “I thought we were going to discuss the entire thing.”

“I just want you to take everything slow, we’re all here for you and we’ve got your back.” He puts his hand over yours and squeezes it softly. “You’re a successful woman, who’s smart enough to take her own decisions and know what’s good for her and what’s not.”

You thought the heavy weight on your shoulders is gone but it’s slowly returning, you’ve always seen people falling in and out of love and you always rolled your eyes at the entire idea, why would people deliberately go through relationships when most of them go down the pooper? That’s why you never did relationships.

And now for a second you judge Namjoon, this man is going through a rough patch in his life all because of his failed marriage, and yet again he’s right here, clearly developing feelings for you and choosing to go sort of the same path again.

“You’re right.” You nod. “I would be lying if I told you I didn’t like the man, I actually do and he ticks everything on my list, I just need to be careful, that’s all.”

“Good.” He squeezes your hand again for reassurance. “How good is the sex?”

Your drink goes through your nose and you actually choke, you cover your mouth and cough repeatedly trying to clear out your airway. “Shut up.” You manage to curse at him.

“What do you mean? Of course this can’t happen.” Her father is in mere denial, the divorce papers fall accidentally in his hands. Copies has been sent in the mail on Monday morning to him and his daughter.

She wanted this to happen long time ago but she didn’t realize that she’s dragging down her entire family with her. She too was silenced and forced by her father to do the whole thing since the beginning, so she saw it coming.

She’s going to have to pay for all the manipulation that was done by her family to Namjoon’s.

Namjoon didn’t even tell anyone about the divorce that was going to happen, he filed for it a little before he met you, and then when he did meet you, he knew that he cannot and will not end up with the woman he has under his roof, this can’t be his ending. So he called a few people and even paid his lawyer to help him end it faster.

Her on the other hand just locked the door behind her when she got back to their house, the mail is in her hand and although the title is already clear, she’s still confused by it..

Ministry of Justice,

Seoul family court, Gangnam.

Divorce Agreement.

With her full name on it, she squints her eyes and finally opens the mail eagerly, almost ripping the envelope, luckily Jay slept on the way home, she carried him into his bed before she opened the mail.

It’s her name, and Namjoon’s name, she did see it coming, but she never knew how she would react. But she’s breaking into cold sweat, worried what her family might think if they knew.

Her purpose of this marriage is long gone when she finished her education that was paid by Namjoon’s parents, her parents live off of his family now, but she never needed their money, she never bought herself clothes, makeup, or even anything she craved because it’s their money.

She didn’t pay actual money for her education, she paid her life when she decided to share it with Namjoon.

She despises him, the way he talks, the way he moves, his hands, his eyes, his face. She hates his sense of humor, his voice tone. She even hates the way he breathes or snores. She too, can’t end up with him.

And no matter how hard she tried to convince her family that she’d do anything to make them live a better life without the Kim’s, it ended up with fights and arguments and actual threats from them.

So she went with it, married the man, but she made a promise to herself, that she’s going to turn his life into hell, she never cared what would happen to him, or if it would hurt him or not, so she just went ahead.

And the divorce papers in her hand are the actual clue that her plan worked. But fuck, she knows that this divorce will wreck their lives. She’s terrified by her family.

The door unlocks and Namjoon walks in and he’s in his uniform since he just flew back from Gwangju, he doesn’t even bother to look at her, he kicks off his shoes and loosens his tie.

Something inside her tells her to just make things right, so she just hides the papers back into the envelope and quickly into her purse. “N-namjoon?”

He turns his back to her and walks into his room, closing the door behind him, he still doesn’t know that she got the papers.

She takes a few steps closer to the door and her hand hovers over the door knob, she’s a split second away from opening the door, but Namjoon locks it from the inside.

She doesn’t know what she wants, or what to do.

“Please? I’ve been wanting to go for a while.” He whines with a pout on his face that you can hear through the phone.

You’re in your bed, you were sleeping before he called you since you were on the previous night shift, you have the phone pressed against your ear with your eyes still closed, he’s been trying to convince you about the wine tasting tour.

“I’ll come pick you up, and you can call it a date.”

Your eyes are no longer closed when he speaks of a date this easily, you two haven’t been together alone in public other than the day of your conference, and it was a coincidence that day. But he’s asking you to go out on a date with him, and you weren’t even sure you were at that point yet.

“Joon—“ You sigh. “I don’t know.” Your phone starts vibrating in your hand and you look at the screen to find him requesting a video chat, and you don’t hesitate a second to accept the call.

Your faces meet and he’s lost at the sight of you for a second before he smiles, his pearly whites and dimples clearly visible. “You’re still in bed?” He asks, leaning his phone on the nightstand near his bed, you could see him topless and unzipping his pants.

“Yeah.” You rub your eyes and stretch, leaning your phone against the pillow next to yours and snuggling under the blanket. “How was your flight?”

“Don’t change the subject.” He smirks. “Are we going wine tasting tonight?” a smile creeps on your face before you click your tongue. “Let me think about it, I need time to decide.”

He puts his clothes on the couch next to his bed while laughing and walking back to his phone to grab it. “Alright. Until then, what are you wearing?” He licks on his bottom lip as he finally sits on his bed and lights up a cigarette.

You take a long breath before you teasingly look under your blanket.

It’s boiling hot outside, and you’ve had too many snacks on your shift that you couldn’t wait to get home and actually get rid of your scrubs, so you chose to sleep with only your panties.

“A ball gown.” You joke, barely stifling a smirk. And he laughs quietly, trying not to be loud. “I don’t believe you.”

“I like to dress to impress, mister Kim.” You giggle, he raises an eyebrow and blows a cloud of smoke. “Then show it to me.”

He knows you’re not wearing anything since he can see your bare shoulders, you have your blanket covering your upper half. “How was your flight again?” You ask and he rolls his eyes. “You’re such a tease.”

You crack a laugh at him before you finally nod. “Alright, I’ll go on the wine tasting tour with you.”

“Thank you.” He smiles at his phone screen. “I’ll come by this afternoon and we’ll be picked up from your place.”

Namjoon heard about this tour from one of the cabin crew earlier this week, and he’s been wanting to go since then and he wanted to go with you, he’s itching to show you off in public even when he still can’t and you two aren’t even labeled yet.

He enjoys your company so much, and he knows you do too, he can be himself around you and he knows he won’t be judged.

“Okay.” You yawn and snuggle into your blanket, still sleepy. “Can I get back to sleep?”

His lips curve into a little smile when he admires how cute you look when you’re tired and sleepy, he’s admiring your face for too long that he even forgot to answer you. “Namjoon?” You ask, which snaps him out of his thoughts. “Yeah, alright. I’ll see you later.”

You nod before you wave your hand to him, he waves back and finally ends the call and you go back to sleep.

Namjoon on the other hand, finishes booking for the tour while he’s taking the last few puffs of his cigarettes before his phone starts to glitch, it seems to be that there are two people calling him at the same time, and it’s his father and father in law, which makes him panic for a second.

Of course he decides to ignore his father in law’s call and call back his own father. “Dad?”

His father’s voice tone full of worry when speaks. “Namjoon? What’s the matter? Is it true what they’re talking about?”

Namjoon is completely clueless that everyone knows of the divorce now, he’s even clueless that his wife got the papers. “What are you talking about?”

“The divorce? Is it really happening?” He asks, and Namjoon doesn’t hesitate for a second to answer. “Yes dad, I made that decision on my own.”

“You two were incredible together, what’s the matter?” That makes Namjoon scoff, “Are you sure we can’t work things out?”

“No dad, nothing can fix this.” Namjoon swallows the dry lump in his throat, he regrets the years he spent with his wife, he wishes he can just erase that chapter from his life because it did engrave a type of trauma into him.

His father is in denial and so is his father in law, everything seemed to be okay to them, but they never saw anything behind closed doors.

“Please tell him to never contact me, and if he has anything to say, tell him to save it until the day of the hearing.” Namjoon says with a solid tone, not willing to negotiate the entire thing what so ever.

“When’s your hearing?” His father asks and Namjoon answers. “September 12th.”

An audible sigh escapes his father’s mouth. “But son, that’s your birthday.”

“I know, and I got everything under control dad, don’t worry.” Namjoon’s stomach drops when he speaks of the hearing, he feels extremely anxious and impatiient.

He’s confident that after going through this difficult and challenging experience, he will be starting fresh and new that day.

He cannot wait to feel reborn.

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hi hi hiii

can i request one that’s like the pedri one but with gavi? the 5 love languages one?

have a nice day/night, love your work so much, i always get excited whenever you post 😭 thank you 🙏🏽💓🤝

love languages ~ pablo gavi

summary: the 5 different love languages with gavi.

words of affirmation

“fue tan mierda, y/n. ¿cómo nos las arreglamos para perder tan mal?” pablo exclaimed, shaking his head in disappointment and slouching further into the couch. (it was so shit y/n. how did we manage to lose that badly?)

y/n sighed to herself. her hand came up to grasp his bicep that started to tense as he tightly folded his arms over his chest. she understood how disappointed and frustrated he might feel, knowing the horrid loss he and his team just faced in a home game, more than an hour ago.

y/n’s heart clenched the more she watched his hurt expression. his eyes were glued to the tv where he was watching one of their older matches, but she knew his mind was on the one he just played.

“pablo..” she said softly, not wanting to anger him any further. “i understand the game didn’t go the way you wanted it to, but please don’t get so worked up over it.” she tried to reason as her thumb started rubbing smooth circles on his arm.

he didn’t say anything, didn’t even look at her. however, he didn’t move his arm from her touch, so she took that as an opportunity to carry on.

“look at me.” he didn’t turn, only huffed to himself, eyes wavering over the screen.

y/n lowly sighed and moved her hand to cup his cheek. she gently turned his head and when his brown, doe eyes met hers, she instantly gave him a little smile. pablo could feel his heart warming at her delicate touch, wanting nothing more than to cuddle up to her and kiss her warm skin but he was too stubborn and frustrated to do any of that right now.

“you can’t win everytime, mi amor. i love the passion you hold for your club and i understand you want to win every game, but not everything can go your way. hardships will always come along the way and that’s just how it is. we have to deal with it and work on how to make the next one better rather than sulk about the present.” she watched as his eyes started to soften and she knew he was on board with what she was saying.

y/n pressed a tiny kiss to his nose and cheek before pushing her body into his for a hug. pablo let her, his own heart giving into her endless affection and support.

“you’re the strongest, most hard working person i know, querido. don’t let a little problem along the way pull you down. you have to take it as a lesson and focus on how to improve.” she pressed a kiss to his warm cheek.

pablo could feel his own mind slowly coming at ease. her words filled his head and the motivation that sprung in his chest only inflated his love for her more. he loved how encouraging she always was to him, always looking out for him, always pushing him forward, always wanting him to do better instead of simply sympathising with him.

“thank you..” he mumbled into her neck, loving the whispered sweet nothings she was breathing out onto his cheek.

“no need to thank me, cariño, you know i’ll always understand you. it’s my job as your girlfriend to push you to do better and support you along the way.”

he hummed lovingly and kissed her neck. “and you’re doing a great job at it. te quiero mucho.”

acts of service

y/n underestimated how hectic her first year at university would be. having her classes all over the place and not in one set period really didn’t help, and it meant that she was out and about for majority of the day, knowing there’s no point coming home just for an hour before having to travel back to uni everyday.

it was about 6pm when y/n got home today. her legs and feet ached from all the travelling, her shoulder burned with the weight of her bag and all she wanted was to take a nice bath and drown in the love and warmth that was her boyfriend.

pablo had gotten back a few hours earlier, already having eaten and showered, he was lounging on the couch with his phone. when he heard the front door open, he instantly knew who was back and a smile landed on his lips.

pablo sprung up, wanting to greet his girlfriend after not seeing her for quite a few hours. when his eyes landed on her, a frown immediately settled on his lips. she looked so tired and worn out and he watched as her hands struggled to move her hair out of her face in frustration, shrugging her jacket off too.

“hola, pablo.” she greeted him with a tired smile and after hanging her jacket up, she padded forward a few steps to give him a kiss on the lips. pablos hand cupped her cheek softly, pecking her lips a few times before leaning back and looking her exhausted expression over.

“hola, how was your day?” he mumbled to her sweetly, kissing her lips once again.

“mmh, tiring. i just want to sleep.” her eyes were already practically dropping shut.

pablo frowned, thumb stroking her cold cheek. he dragged his hand down her side and captured hers between his fingers. “come, i’ll run you a bath.” he tugged her forward gently, and y/n sauntered behind him, letting his hand keep her up and guide her towards the bathroom.

she sat on the toilet, watching patiently as pablo filled the tub with warm water and even placed some of her favourite bath salts into it. once he was done, he made his way over to his girlfriend slouching back, stretching the muscles in her neck and he gently grabbed her by the shoulders to sit her up.

his fingers grabbed the hem of her shirt and tugged it all the way up. he lifted her arms, dragging the material up and over her head. after dropping the shirt on the floor, pablos fingers made their way to her back to unclasp her bra, and soon all of her clothes had joined the pile on the floor.

his skin was hot against her cold one as he held her up, helping her into the tub of hot water. the heavy sigh that left her lips relieved some of pablos worry. he couldn’t bare to see her so tired and stressed, instantly wanting to do anything he could to relieve her of this tension.

her muscles started to loosen up, slowly starting to drain her of any pressure. y/n gave pablo a small smile, letting her hand wander to his cheek to stroke his skin. she gave him a kiss, mumbling a ‘thank you’ into his skin.

pablo smiled, hands coming up to her shoulders to soothe some of the ache. it was silent in the bathroom, and y/n let pablo tend to her body, loving the little kisses he pressed here and there, loving the way his hands worked wonders on her back all the way up to her scalp.

he started washing her hair and she couldn’t feel anymore grateful than she did in that moment. he gently rinsed the conditioner out, he ever so carefully wrapped her hair and body in a towel, laying kisses to her after every second of movement. he whispered little words against her skin, mumbled how much he loves her into her ear whilst drying her body.

he dressed her, kissed her, combed her hair, kissed her, lead her to bed, kissed her, cuddled her body into his and laid one final kiss onto her forehead before she was dozing off in his arms, heart content and ever so thankful for everything her boyfriend does for her.

quality time

it was around 3am when pablo was abruptly woken up from y/n’s incessant tossing and turning. frustrated yet worried, he gently shook her awake and watched as she groggily opened her eyes. it was still quite dark in the room but he could just about make out her face and he noticed her confused expression.

“estás bien, amor? te sientes incómodo?” (are you okay, love? are you uncomfortable?) his voice was extremely raspy.

y/n rubbed her eyes and looked up at him with a sigh. “estoy bien. siento haberte despertado.” (im okay, sorry i woke you up.) she groaned as she dropped her head back onto her pillow and uncomfortably rubbed her forehead.

pablo noticed the action and, out of consciousness, instantly laid his hand against her forehead to feel for any sort of temperature. his eyes slightly widened when he felt that she was burning up.

“you’re really hot, querida.” he stated, worried.

“sí, gracias.” she weakly chuckled and pablo shook his head, dragging his hand down to feel her warm cheek.

“you might be sick.”

she shook her head at his statement but he didn’t reply. pablo took the covers off of his body, determined to find something that would make her feel better, and was about to get up before y/n grabbed onto his hand and tugged him back.

“adónde vas?” she whined. (where are you going?)

“going to get you some water and medicine.”

“no! no, i’m fine, pablo, please. just lay with me.”

“your forehead is burning up, amor.”

“no, i don’t feel sick. i’m just really warm. don’t go.” she pleaded, tugging his hand towards her. the boy sighed and agreed, not being able to say no to her pretty, pleading eyes, getting back in bed and pulling the covers up.

he tugged her close towards his cool body. his arm circled her, bringing her close, lips kissing the crown of her head as they both slowly fell back into a sleepy abyss.

it turned out y/n actually was sick, and pablo, despite feeling worried about her, just had to mention that he told her so, to which y/n just chuckled and shook her head.

she had woken up this morning, sweaty and uncomfortable from a bad night of tossing and turning. it was then she wished she actually had taken the medication that pablo was offering late last night but, stubborn as she was, refused because she didn’t want him to leave the comfort of their bed.

currently, the two sat in their living room, with some show playing on the tv that y/n could barely focus on. her head was throbbing and she felt like she could throw her guts up any minute; it’d been like that ever since she woke up.

pablo had his arm resting on the back of the couch, hand softly stroking her shoulder as she cuddled up into his neck. the warm tea that pablo made for her sat abandoned on the table after a few sips. she didn’t feel like having it.

after having barely any breakfast and medicine, the fatigue that crawled up her spine was chilling. she felt like absolute shit. a low groan left her lips when she felt another sharp pain in the side of her head.

“you okay, amor?” pablo mumbled, looking down at her. y/n gave him a little nod and rubbed her temples in agony.

pablo, sensing her frustration, lifted his hand to her hair and started massaging her scalp. when she sighed out in relaxation, he gave a little smile of success and carried on after leaving a kiss on her forehead.

“that feels so good..”

“you would’ve been feeling better by now if you’d just let me take care of you.” he spoke against her skin and y/n felt the goosebumps arising on her arms.

“i didn’t want you to get sick.”

“so you banished me to training?”

she laughed and pablo smiled, “i didn’t banish you! you had to go training anyway, amor.”

“sí, but i’d rather be home, taking care of my sick girlfriend.” she hummed in satisfaction and lifted up weakly to leave a peck on his cheek.

“and i’m so grateful that you are here now.” she mumbled, loving the idea of just spending some much needed time with him, even if she was sick to do anything.

gift giving

long distance was harder than some people said it would be. with pablo being in barcelona and y/n living in her hometown, it was extremely hard to run a relationship with how different the time zones were, their different day to day activities and only running the relationship on facetime calls and messages everyday.

however, today was pablos birthday and his sister, aurora, had texted y/n spontaneously a few days before. she mentioned how much they all missed y/n, especially pablo, and it would make him the happiest person on the planet if she was there for his birthday.

y/n agreed, after some alterations to the next full week of her scedhule. aurora and her family flew y/n out to barcelona for the week and they all couldn’t be anymore excited for her to be coming, aurora specifically, who thought of y/n as a younger sister.

that was all about a few days ago, and now y/n stood behind the door to the living room where pablo, his family and friends were huddled together. aurora thought that y/n should be the one to bring the cake out, also counting it as pablos big surprise, and she couldn’t wait to film the whole interaction.

the door slightly opened to reveal one of pablos friends, alejandro, peeking his head in.

“¿lista, hermana?” (ready?)

y/n gave a little nod, her right hand quickly lighting the two candles on the cake. she placed the lighter back down and allowed alejandro to open the door a little wider for her to walk through.

her heart was practically beating in her ears and she tried not to drop the tray with how much her hands were starting to sweat. his family and friends started singing happy birthday but all y/n could focus on was pablo.

he sat on the chair at the table, looking more handsome than she last saw him, clad in a black t shirt, which she noticed she hadn’t seen him wear before. when his eyes landed on her, they widened and his jaw slightly dropped.

y/n gave him the biggest smile ever, eyes never leaving his as she walked over to him with the cake, the sound of clapping and happy birthday’s being heard all around her but all she saw and heard and yearned for in this moment was him.

she finally crossed the short distance to her boyfriend and placed the cake down infront of him. as soon as it was out of her hands, pablo was up and hugging her. his arms tugged her towards him and he was hugging and swaying and sighing into her shoulder.

y/n tightened her arms around his neck and took in the feel of him against her, the smell of his familiar perfume, the softness of his hair in her hands, the strength of his arms around her waist.

she slightly pulled back to press a few kisses to his cheek, not wanting to kiss him freely infront of all his friends and family out of respect. her eyes connected with his once more and she noticed the little tears in his eyes.

“dios mío, ¿esto es real?” (oh god, is this real?) he choked out with a chuckle and y/n started laughing along with his family. she reached up to quickly wipe his eyes before nodding.

“sí es real, cariño.” (yes it’s real, sweetheart.) pablo chuckled and swallowed past the lump in his throat.

“blow out your candles, hermanito.” aurora called out, joining the chuckes that were being thrown around. y/n noticed she was still holding her phone up and she snickered at how she was capturing every single second of this. she made a mental note to ask for the video later on.

pablo sat back down but his hand never left y/n’s. she stood next to him, watching him blow out the candles. she would’ve joined in on the clapping like the rest of the family but her hand was trapped in his grip.

it’d been so long since he’d seen her up close, held her, took in her scent, felt her warm skin against his own and he refused to let her go in any way.

after taking lots of pictures and eating some of the cake, pablo sat with his arm around y/n on the couch. his friends left, after promising they would all go out for dinner later on, and his family were somewhere around the house.

pablo was still practically in a state of shock as he stared at his girl sat in his arms.

“i still cant believe this.” he voiced, brown eyes taking in every inch of every single feature on her face, wanting to memorise her as if she would slip away from his fingers again.

“you have aurora to thank, querido. she helped me come here.” she said sweetly, but her voice died in her throat the moment his lips attached to her jaw.

he hummed and made his way down, pecking against her smooth skin. “vale, remind me to thank her later.”

“pablo, tu familia sigue aquí. ten paciencia.” (your family is still here. be patient.) she reasoned and pablo detached his lips from hers and sighed deeply, wanting nothing more than just an hour, atleast, alone with her.

he decided to lay his head on her shoulder instead and y/n smiled. her hand came up to stroke his cheek lovingly, lips kissing the crown of his head.

“¿cuánto tiempo vas a estar aquí?” (how long are you here for?)

“una semana.” (a week.)

“¿eso es todo?” (that’s it?!) he exclaimed, looking up at her.

“that’s all i can stay for, bebé. but i promise to try and stay longer next time.” pablo sighed and returned his head to her shoulder, loving the way her fingers felt in his hair.

“we’ll make this the best week ever then.” he stated, already getting excited to spend every second of this week with the beautiful girl next to him.

physical touch

pablo walked into his girlfriends apartment after a long day of training, interviews and shooting for the new kit. his muscles ached strongly, his social battery had practically drained to the last percent and all he wanted was to be in his girlfriends warm and familiar arms.

he took his spare key out and unlocked the door, immediately being met with silence in the small corridor. pablo could already feel himself starting to relax. just the feel of even being in her apartment, her space, relaxed him and he was excited to finally see her gorgeous face after a whole day of busy activities.

he took his jacket off along with his shoes, placed his keys on one of her key holders and made his way to find his girl. he could hear the tv faintly playing in the back so he walked over to the living room.

he saw her sitting on the couch, watching a movie, looking so comfortable and warm wrapped up in a blanket and one of pablos hoodies. when she heard footsteps walk into the room, she flinched as she looked worriedly at the entrance.

“dios mío, pablo, you scared me.” she chuckled out a breath when her eyes laid on her tired looking boyfriend. he gave her a little weak smile, padding his way over to her.

he dropped down on the couch, lifting the blanket and getting under it with her. y/n welcomed him with open arms, allowing him to lay his head on her chest.

he pushed her back a bit, arms circling her waist as he cuddled up to her. the warmth engulfed him and pablo instantly felt at ease. he could physically feel his tense muscles relaxing, hearbeat slowing down to match y/n’s.

“cómo estás?” (how are you?) she whispered.

“cansado.” (tired)

“busy day?”

he nodded against her chest, arms tightening around her frame and lips coming together in a frown as he could feel himself gradually slipping into sleep.

she had a smile on her face, loving the sudden clinginess that randomly spurted from him, loving the way he always wanted to cuddle up to her after a long, hefty day.

pablo let her plant her hand in his hair. his eyes started drooping immediately in satisfaction when her fingers started to run through his freshly washed strands, soothing the tiny headache he had.

in no time, he was asleep in her arms, encased by her warmth and her love and her sweet scent.

#pablo gavi #gavi x reader #barça #imagine #gavi #gavi imagine

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daisynik7 · 1 year ago

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Win a Date with Takada-Chan! Part I

Pairing: Aoi Todo x f!reader

Rating: Mature

Word Count: ~4.6k

cw: reader described as having hair, reader has curves, suggestive dialogue, sexual tension, explicit language

Summary: You win a very exclusive contest to join in a group date with Takada-Chan! You’re able to bring a guest, but Sara is busy that day. Who else can you ask? None other than your fake boyfriend Aoi Todo.

Author’s Notes: Here’s chapter five, enjoy! Thanks for the support on this so far, I really appreciate it. Divider credit to @/saradika.

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After recounting to Sara all that was said between you and Todo, her first response is, “What the fuck?!” She grabs your two braided pigtails to twirls the ends in your face. “This was all said right in front of me and Yuji?!” You nod sheepishly to confirm. The two of you are waiting at the bus stop, heading back to your place from Club Coffee. After seeing Todo pull you forward to whisper in your ear, your best friend is naturally very curious at what was said.

“I told you he was a perv, but I guess you are too. Naughty girl,” she teases, still tugging on one of your braids.

You cover your face with your hands, embarrassed. “I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“You liked that he was checking you out! You like him!”

“I don’t like him!” you protest. “I don’t even know him!”

“But you’re attracted to him. You can’t deny that.” She stares at you with a brow raised, waiting for you to confess. God, you hate it when she’s right. She always rubs it in your face.

In a quiet voice, you mumble, “Yeah, I’m attracted to him.”

Sara snaps her fingers as if she just solved a case. “I knew it, I fucking knew it! You were in such denial the other day. Now you can drop this stupid act and just fuck already!”

“I don’t think he’s attracted to me.”

“He was staring at your ass all day. And he told you he likes it rough and wants to show you. What do you call that?”

“He was only saying those things to mess with me since I was messing with him! Also, I’m sure if someone put a mini skirt on an inflatable banana, that man would still check out its ass.” You pause to take a deep sigh. “Also, you’re forgetting the most important thing: He’s in love with Takada-Chan. I mean, the dude is already planning their wedding.”

Sara snorts, rolling her eyes. “I can’t believe you’re attracted to this guy.”

You groan loudly. “I know! What is wrong with me?!”

“Well, it’s pretty clear he’s whipped for Takada-Chan, so there’s nothing that can be done about that. We’ll have to think of something else.”

“We don’t have to think of anything else. It’s not like I’m in love with him or anything. I’m just attracted to him. That’s it. I’ll just have to get over it eventually, which I probably will as soon as he opens his big dumb mouth the next time I see him.”

“Look at you, already looking forward to the next time you see him,” Sara says, smirking.

You can’t believe your sudden feelings for him. Can you even call these feelings? It’s just physical attraction, right? Sure, his confidence is sexy, despite how annoying he can be most of the time. And you know he’s loyal, given his dedication to Takada-Chan. That is something you can respect. You remind yourself that this man hasn’t really done anything nice for you. All the interactions you’ve had together have been argumentative and combative, constantly trying to one up each other. Were there hints of sexual tension here and there? Maybe. But at the end of the day, there isn’t a reason for you to have feelings for Todo, besides your physical attraction to him. You barely know anything about him.

Whatever this is, you decide the best way to move forward is to drop this silly back-and-forth you constantly have with him. Today, he was mature enough to apologize and call a truce, but you decided to take a little bit of revenge anyways. It was petty of you to make suggestive comments in an attempt to embarrass him. It also didn’t work since he landed the final blow.

The next time you see him, you make a promise to yourself to be nice, as you normally would. Maybe your feelings for him will become clearer.

~~~ Todo walks beside Yuji towards the train station, hands in his pocket, reflecting. There’s a fluttering in his stomach as he recalls his rival, basically whispering sweet nothings into his ear. I’ll keep the skirt on while you show me how rough you like it.

Holy shit. His cheeks burn red just thinking about it. Todo never surrenders, but in that moment, he had to. He was so tempted to grab her by the hand and take her up on her offer. No woman has ever said anything like that to him. The few he has been with never engaged in dirty talk. Is he realizing just now how much he’s into it? Because damn, he is really into it. His imagination runs wild with thoughts of her straddling him in that fucking mini skirt, her braids bouncing with every movement, giggles and moans escaping from that cute smile of hers.

Holy shit, seriously, he needs to calm down.

“Today was fun!” Yuji’s voice snaps Todo out of his extremely inappropriate subconscious.

Todo chuckles. “Yeah, it was.”

“You and your rival seem to be getting along better,” Yuji says, with a smirk.

“Yeah, I guess.”

After a long pause, Yuji asks, “So…are we not going to talk about how you were totally checking her out?”

Todo scoffs. “What’s there to talk about?”

“I don’t know, Todo. You seem pretty smitten.” His brother tries his best to hold in his laughter.

“I’m not smitten. Don’t be so stupid, brother. It’s not that deep.”

“I just haven’t seen you gawk at someone like that in a while. Other than Takada-Chan, of course.”

Todo whips her head towards Yuji and glares at him. “Now you’re really sounding ridiculous, brother. You know I only have eyes for sweet, precious Takada-Chan.” Yuji chuckles and doesn’t press on the matter further. Todo continues to contemplate in silence.

It’s not like he is truly committed to Takada-Chan the rest of his life. He may be eccentric and delusional, but he’s not an idiot. He knows deep, deep down that the pop idol and him will never be together. Just as he knows that she never rejected him and that they never even went to middle school together. Deep into the abyss of his being, he knows this is all a fabrication. But he likes living in his little fantasy world of his. He needs it. It gives him something to look forward to, even if it is all pretend. It’s something hopeful. Something positive. Being a Jujutsu Sorcerer is a dangerous job. He knows he puts his life at risk every mission. The reality of his world is harsh, what harm is it to play pretend and hope for something fun in his life?

He's never had long term relationship. Sure, he’s hooked up with a few different women here and there. It never led to anything serious. Is that even something he wants? A serious relationship? What does that even mean to Todo?

The biggest cause of stress for him is boredom. Maybe he values a relationship that keeps him on his toes. He likes a woman who can keep up with him. And he isn’t the type of man that is easy to keep up with. When he thinks about his “rival”, he realizes that all their interactions are never boring. He likes her fiery attitude towards him. She doesn’t back down from a fight, even if she knows she’s outmatched. Todo can be an intimidating person, though it doesn’t seem to faze her.

He knows she’s capable of being nice. She put on the whole act of pretending to be a couple to get Takada-Chan’s attention. Because of her, Todo’s dream of meeting the idol and getting her to know his name came true. She also gave him the signed poster. He still wonders why she did all of that. Is it because she cares for him? A stranger? A stranger who has always been an ass to her? That would be crazy, right?

Today, he’s seen her naughty side. He knows she said those things to provoke him, but holy shit. It was hot. And it wasn’t just because of the outfit she was wearing. The confidence in which she said it was enticing. The way she touched his thigh, knowing it would rile him up. It’s like she knows what gets him going.

And what compelled him to whisper those parting words to her? We’ll just have to reschedule. He wanted to get the last say, he wanted the upper hand. But that’s not all it was. Part of him meant it, wanted it. Maybe he still wants it.

She can be naughty, and she can be nice. He’s seen a little bit of both those sides of her. It intrigues him. He likes it. He wants to see more.

~~~

A week after Takada-Chan’s birthday, the pop idol’s official website releases details on a new contest: Win a Date with Takada-Chan! There will be five winners selected and they can bring a guest. The “date” consists of a party bus ride with Takada-Chan from a predetermined meeting spot to a studio location. At the studio, the lucky guests get a behind the scenes look at an official Takada-Chan photoshoot. After the photoshoot, Takada-Chan will treat her guests to an exclusive private dinner at her favorite sushi restaurant in Tokyo.

It all seems too good to be true. A whole day with the Takada-Chan? Incredible.

To enter the contest, you must submit a photo of yourself showing how big of a fan you are. Then you must write a little blurb about why you would love to win the contest. You decide to submit the photo of you, Todo, and Takada-Chan doing the Taka-tan Beam in her dressing room. In your description, you write about how much you admire Takada-Chan for her talent, confidence, and overall bright persona.

The winners are announced two weeks after. Miraculously, you are one of them. You cannot believe your luck. The pop idol gods have blessed you, indeed.

You tremble with excitement as you speed dial Sara on your phone.

“Hey! What’s up?” she answers.

“You’ll never believe it. I won the contest!”

“Are you serious?! Holy shit! Congratulations!”

“And I get a guest! You’re coming with me!”

“Sounds good. When is it?”

“Next Saturday.”

“Next Saturday?”

“Yes!”

“Dude, we’re hosting a huge party at the restaurant. I won’t be able to make it, I’m serving.”

You frown to yourself. “Aw man. Okay. I guess I’ll have to find someone else.”

You hear your best friend snickering in the background, but she doesn’t say anything.

“What are you laughing about?” you ask.

“You know exactly who you should bring.”

“No. No way.”

“He’s your fake boyfriend, don’t you think Takada-Chan will be suspicious if you don’t bring him?”

“I mean, I’ll make up some excuse. I’m not going to ask Todo.”

“Why not?! We’ve already established that you’re attracted to him. This will be another good opportunity to get to know him better! Or at least gauge how you really feel about him.”

You let out a loud sigh. “You really can’t make it?”

She laughs. “No, I can’t. Just ask Todo. Maybe you two can finally become friends and go to Takada-Chan events together instead of dragging me and Yuji to them.”

“Gasp. I’m hurt. I thought you loved going to Takada-Chan events with me!” you tease.

“The reason I go to the events is because I love you. But Todo might be the answer to all my prayers. Who would have thought that giant mountain of a body would be my saving grace?”

“Ha ha, very funny. Fine. I’ll ask him,” you say, begrudgingly. Then you add, “And for the record, I love you too.”

You can hear your best friend smile through the phone. “Yeah, I know. Now go get your man.”

“Sara!”

~~~

Todo is in the middle of eating ramen when he looks at his phone to see a notification. It’s a text from someone named “Rival”. Why is she texting him?

He opens their message thread. Besides the new message he just received, the only thing on there is their photo with Takada-Chan. He almost forgot how cute this picture is.

Rival: Hey, are you free next Saturday?

He drops his spoon in his soup bowl, reading the text slowly. His heart starts racing faster as he types out a response.

Todo: Yes. Why?

He sees the 3 dots. After a few more seconds, she texts back.

Rival: I won Takada-Chan’s date contest. Sara can’t make it, so I’m asking you.

The contest! Win a Date with Takada-Chan! He entered that weeks ago and never got any response back. He assumed he wasn’t picked. She won?! He’s too excited to text. He presses the phone icon to call her. After a few rings, she picks up. “Todo?”

For some reason, hearing her say his name makes his heart skip a beat. His breath hitches for a millisecond before he responds, “Hey. Yeah, it’s me. You won the contest?”

She chuckles. “Yeah, I did.”

After a few moments of silence, Todo asks, “And you want to take me?”

“Well, Sara can’t make it. So, I figured the next best option would be Takada-Chan’s #2 fan.”

Todo grumbles. “I thought we were past this.”

She giggles. “Yeah yeah, I know, I’m just teasing you. So, are you down?”

“Hell yeah, I’m down. Just text me the details.”

“For sure. I’ll see you next week.”

They hang up and Todo completely abandons his ramen. He’s too thrilled to continue eating. A date with Takada-Chan? It’s official. All his dreams are coming true, minus marrying the pop idol. But he can live with that for now.

It was all thanks to her. His rival. Or maybe he should start calling her his acquaintance? Or friend? Were they even friends? All the thoughts he’s had of her these past two weeks have not been appropriate of someone intending to be just “friends”. It’s safe to say that Todo has not forgotten any part of their interaction at the café. It’s even safer to say that the memory of her outfit that day combined with her flirtatious demeanor lives in his mind rent free.

Whatever these feelings are, he must contain them next week. All his attention will be on Takada-Chan, and that’s it. He’s determined not to be distracted by anything, or anyone, else.

~~~

The day of Takada-Chan’s big group date finally arrives. The outfit you decide to wear today is simple: A lilac purple sweetheart dress that ends just right above your knees and white espadrille sandals. You wear a gold necklace with two interlocking circles. Sara has the exact same kind; you bought it as a matching set to symbolize your unwavering friendship, as cheesy as that sounds.

The meeting location for the group date is about a 20-minute bus ride from your house. You texted Todo the location last week, right after you told him the news. You’re absolutely thrilled to spend the day with Takada-Chan, but also a little apprehensive being on the date with Todo. You’ve replayed your last encounter with him many times over in your mind. You haven’t been able to go a day without thinking about him. When you talked to him on the phone, it was normal. As if you two didn’t exchange sexually charged comments with each other just the other week. What will it be like today?

You take a deep breath as the bus approaches your stop. Are you more nervous about seeing Takada-Chan or Todo? You can’t even tell.

From the stop, you walk about five minutes to the meeting location. It’s an empty parking lot. From your understanding of today’s agenda, a party bus with Takada-Chan will pick you up at 1:00 PM. Currently, it’s 12:40 PM.

The 4 other winners are already there with their plus ones. All of them are men. You laugh to yourself as Sara’s voice plays in your head. “Sausage-fest” is what she would say.

You check your phone. 12:45 PM. Should you text him to see where he is?

A few minutes later, Todo arrives. He’s wearing a dark purple t-shirt with black joggers. The shirt hugs his body tightly, accentuating every muscle and ab on his rock-hard body.

Wow, you think to yourself. This is the first time you’ve noticed his attire. Has he always worn outfits like this? He looks good. Really good.

You swallow the drool that is currently pooling in your mouth as he approaches you. His expression is neutral when he first greets you. You catch him scanning up and down your body, observing you. Then he smirks. “You look good.”

There’s a tingling right below your belly. You take a deep breath before saying, “Thank you. You too.”

He continues to smirk at you as you look directly into each other’s eyes. You gulp loudly, feeling shy. But you don’t want to look away from him.

Suddenly, someone approaches you two. It’s one of the other winners of the contest. The rest of the winners follow closely behind him. “Hey.”

“Hello,” you respond. Something about the way they look at you doesn’t seem friendly.

“Are you the ‘couple’ that Takada-Chan brought into her dressing room?” He puts air quotes around the word “couple”.

Todo steps closer to him, intimidating. “Yeah. What’s it to you?”

The guy smirks, then looks back at the other fans. “See guys, I knew it was all a fraud. Pathetic.”

You scowl at them and ask, “What the hell do you mean by that?”

The annoying guy lets out a malicious laugh before saying, “It’s pretty obvious you two aren’t a couple. You might have Takada-Chan fooled, but not us. We just think it’s pathetic that two fans would stoop so low.”

You hear Todo growling beside you. Not wanting the situation to escalate further, you say, “And what makes you think we aren’t a couple?” You link your arm around Todo’s, glaring at the asshole in front of you.

“We’ve had reports from other fans saying they’ve seen you two at other events, just bickering and arguing with each other. Sometimes barely even speaking to each other.”

Todo snorts, snarling, “You guys are a bunch of nerds. I don’t give a shit what your ‘reports’ say. Stop harassing me and my girlfriend.” His use of the word “girlfriend” makes your heart skip a beat for some reason. Control yourself, woman!

You tighten your grip on Todo’s arm and add, “Besides, you act like regular couples don’t fight and bicker. News flash: they do.”

“Well how come nobody has ever seen you kiss or hug like normal couples do?” Some of the guys behind him nod in agreement.

Todo lets out an even louder snort and laughs. “Is this dude for real?”

This idiot was right on the money about you and Todo pretending to be in a relationship, but you would rather eat shit than admit it. At this point, you’ll do whatever it takes to convince these losers that you’re right and they’re wrong. If it’s a kiss they want, then so be it.

You grip Todo by the collar and pull him down towards you. “If you perverts want to see a kiss, then fine. What do you say, baby?”

Todo seems taken aback by your sudden action. You desperately try to communicate to him telepathically. If you’re not cool with this, it’s okay, we don’t have to do it! But if you are, let’s prove these assholes wrong!

You see that familiar smirk on his lips as he says in that sexy low voice, “Yeah, let’s put on a show.” He leans down as you get on your tippy toes to close the gap.

His lips are soft against yours. Not what you expected from a meathead like this. The kiss starts closed mouth, but then suddenly his tongue slide against your lips, begging for entrance. You part your lips just the tiniest bit to feel his tongue swirl around yours. You let out a small moan, involuntarily.

You break the kiss immediately, Todo’s tongue still sticking out. His eyes are half-closed with a dazed look on his face. You turn away from him, face hot, and say to the crowd, “There. Are you losers happy? Now leave us alone.”

The group of men look at you, ashamed. You hear some of them grumble, “Sorry” as they turn to face away from you. The idiot who did the accusing grimaces at you, muttering, “Whatever.” What a fucking prick.

With perfect timing, you see a black bus drive into the parking lot. Takada-Chan has arrived.

You glance at Todo, who now has rosy cheeks. How cute. In a hushed voice, you say, “I’m sorry about that. I didn’t know how else to get those bastards to leave us alone.”

He doesn’t say anything. You can tell he’s trying to find his words carefully. Not wanting to prolong this awkward silence, you say, “Let’s just enjoy this date with Takada-Chan, okay?” You grab his hand and lead him in front of the black bus, which has just parked. You fall in line behind the other fans, not wanting to see their annoying faces. Todo’s hand is still around yours. You’re basically holding hands.

Peering up at him, you whisper, “What are you doing?”

He clears his throat and whispers back, “We have to keep acting like a couple, right? Couples hold hands.”

You look at him with a bewildered expression, but don’t argue. He’s right. You have to keep this whole act going. For those idiot fans, for Takada-Chan. That’s all it is, right? Just an act.

You adjust your grip so that you are interlocking fingers. This is more convincing. It’s more intimate. His hold around you is firm, his hand massive compared to yours. Oh, the things he could do to you with these hands…

The door to the bus opens and a security guard pops their head out. There’s a clipboard in his hand, presumably to check the list of winners and confirm their identities. Each winner and their guest steps into the bus, one by one. You hear squeals of joy as each fan enters and Takada-Chan greets them. When it’s your turn, the guard, who you now recognize as the same one at the Handshake Event and Meet and Greet, looks at you and Todo holding hands. He smiles and says, “Go ahead.” He didn’t even check for your ID.

As you set foot in the bus, you see purple mood lighting on the ceiling and hear Takada-Chan’s music playing through the speakers. The pop idol is seated at the far end in her own booth. Two security guards surround her. When she sees you and Todo, she jumps up with excitement and walks towards you. “You’re here! When I found out you were the one selected, I got so excited!” She gives you a warm hug, which you return with your free arm. Todo still has a steady hold of your hand. You expected him to let go as soon as he saw Takada-Chan, but surprisingly, his grip has not loosened one bit.

“Todo! So glad to see you here with your girlfriend!” Takada-Chan gives him a one-armed hug, which he returns silently.

You can’t help but wonder what’s going on in his head right now.

Takada-Chan leans in closer to whisper to you, “I wish you two could sit next to me, but these other fans sat there first. We’ll catch up later.” She gives you one last smile and a wink as she walks back to her seat.

You and Todo sit in the free spot closest to the entrance of the bus. It’s a bit cramped with the two of you sitting side by side. Suddenly, Todo lets go of your hand and swings it around your shoulders, pulling you in closer to his body. Maybe he thought this would be a more comfortable position.

He feels like a giant teddy bear, except he’s rippling with hard muscle. You’re so close that every time you breath, you inhale his scent. He smells like clean linen and ocean breeze. You turn your head slowly to face him, and to your surprise, his gaze is already on you.

~~~

When she turns to face him, Todo can’t help but stare down at her lips, hungrily. He wants to continue where they left off. He wants to kiss her again, taste more of her on his tongue, make her moan once more against his mouth. She’s so close to him, he can smell the intoxicating scent of the shampoo in her hair. He’s about to go feral if he doesn’t try to contain himself.

He swore to himself he wouldn’t let anybody distract him from today. But he didn’t expect to kiss his pretend girlfriend in front of all those dweebs. He also didn’t expect to like it. And boy, did he like it.

His arm is still wrapped around her, holding her close. She looks so good today, in her little purple dress. The neckline plunges just enough to tease him, leaving the rest to his imagination. Her collarbones are titillating, he wants to plant wet kisses all over, marking them as his. She wears a dainty gold necklace, giving her a look of innocence that seems to turn him on even more.

She stares at him with wide eyes. Her mouth is moving but isn’t paying attention to what she’s saying. All he can think about is how sweet her lips are. He just has to lean down a little bit closer to get a taste.

“Hey Todo, are you listening to me?” She raises her voice, which awakens him from his trance.

“Huh?”

“I asked you if you’re okay. You look out of it.” There’s genuine concern in her eyes. She’s so cute.

He smirks. “Yeah, I’m great. Are you okay?”

She smiles softly and rests her head against his chest. “Yeah, I’m good.”

Fuck fuck fuck, she’s so fucking cute.

After a while, she looks back up at him and says, “Whatever we’re doing, it’s working. Looks like those idiots aren’t even paying attention to us anymore. As long as Takada-Chan still thinks we’re a couple, we should be in the clear.”

His heart sinks. He responds with a simple hum as she lays her head back against his chest. This is all just part of their elaborate scheme to get the pop idol’s attention. It’s nothing more than an act, right?

The ride to the studio is only fifteen minutes. She spends the whole trip leaning on his body. He prays that she can’t hear or feel his heart racing in his chest. Todo glances over at Takada-Chan, who is chatting away with the fans closest to her. She looks adorable as usual, but something feels different today. Not with her, but with the way he looks at her.

Takada-Chan has always been a silly little fantasy. Now he sits here with an actual reality laying on his chest. Someone interesting, someone he respects, someone tangible.

She’s better than a dream girl like Takada-Chan. She’s real.

Todo likes her. That’s the conclusion he comes to. He doesn’t want this to be pretend anymore. He wants to hold her, kiss her, get to know her better. He wants all the aspects of being in a relationship without it all being part of an act.

He knows she might not feel the same way. She still thinks it’s all for show. Tonight, he’ll tell her how he feels. If she doesn’t feel the same way, then they’ll end this strange arrangement they have and he’ll leave her alone forever. Will it crush him? Maybe. But Todo is strong. He always bounces back. Plus, he’ll always have Takada-Chan.

He really, really hopes there’s a chance she feels the same way. He doesn’t want to go back to fantasy.

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tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang · 1 year ago

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Ryohei Hayashi (Peh yan) top 10 moments!

10. Letting Pah stay at his house after Pah had an argument with his parents, everyone needs a friend like this

9. Trying to look after and walk Pochi after Pah is gone. Even though he's scared of Pochi he still tried to help him for Pah's sake.

8. Hyping up Pah and going with him to fight Mikey, he was so determined to get Pah his W here.

7. Trying to help Yasuda with the handcraft club. Ok sure he accidentally made her cry earlier but at least he's trying to make up for it!

6. Cheering on Pah while he fought Mikey in the final fight. Not only was he being supportive here but he was managing to win his own fights while doing it!

5. Apologising to everyone after teaming up with moebius. He went to everyone effected and made sure to make up witg them, he was so dedicated here and did his best to make up for his mistakes.

4. Talking to Takemichi after he got injured, we got to see a less seen side of Peh here. It was so nice to see and he was just being so soft and comforting here.

3. Constantly writing Pah letters and even writing all this for the time capsule. Sure his letters weren't always finished but he tried and really just wanted to support Pah.

2. Giving a speech to all of toman and convincing them to not use weapons against tenjiku. Love that he learnt from his past mistakes and used them to stop others from making the same mistake.

1. Beating Shion in one hit, iconic moment.

#tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyo rev #shion madarame #madarame shion #tokyo revengers spoilers

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hockeyboysimagines · 1 year ago

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F*ck me like I’m famous

Chapter 1

Warnings: Sex, mentions of alcohol/Bars, some language.

Pairings: Vince Dunn x Josie Hendricks(OC)

There’s no summary for this because I’m literally winging it as I go. But I hope you enjoy it! Let me know what you guys think🤍 I promise I’ll update my unfinished fics. My hiatus for the summer is over.

Big shoutout to @cellythefloshie for helping me title this thing, and all the support and encouragement.

He’s actually the most beautiful man on the planet I think.

“What the hell is a Stanley cup?” Josie yelled over the pounding music of the club she was in.

“It’s what you win in the NHL I think.” Kelly, her best friend yelled back “Like at the end you win it. It’s like a trophy.”

“And it’s this big of a deal?”

Josie had never seen this club, or any club like this before. It was packed to the brim, bodies practically crushing other bodies all of which were screaming. The ones closest to the bar were being occasionally drowned in champagne, or beer or whatever was spraying from a bottle. She had no idea what the Stanley cup was, or who was celebrating it but they sure were having a good time.

“I guess so.” Kelly shrugged, standing on tiptoe to see across the bar. Now and again someone would let out a cheer and the whole club would join in.

“I’m getting a drink.” Josie yelled, motioning to the bar and pointing. Kelly nodded and turned back to the rest of their friend group as Josie made her way slowly to the bar. It took ages to get there, and she avoided champagne spray twice, but finally she arrived at the bar getting the bartenders attention and practically screaming her order. She drummed her fingers on the bar turning to look for her friends when a spray of champagne splashed across her shirt and halfway up her neck. Her mouth fell open and she gasped, eyes closing on instinct before she glanced down at the foam and liquid dripping off her cream colored shirt, which was now see through.

“Oh shit I’m so sorry-“ the guy holding the bottle said. He was staring at her mouth open, gripping the bottle in one hand “Really I’m an asshole, uh here do you want a napkin? My shirt. I’ll give you my shirt-“

“No it’s fine really-“

“No seriously hold this.” He tried to push the bottle into her hands and remove his shirt.

“No please keep it on I-“

“Schwartzy you idiot what are you doing?” She turned to find another person had joined them.

Josie was certain she was looking into the prettiest eyes she’d ever seen. Attached to them was a very nice looking face, which was connected to a very very hot guy. She realized she was staring at him, mouth open with a shirt that was now completely see through and blushed.

“Hi.” He said with a smile. He gave her a once over, eyes stopping momentarily over her visible lacey pink bra and then landing back on her face.

“Hi-uh hi.” She smiled back, face on fire. He patted “Schwartzy” on the shoulder and chuckled, fixing his shirt which was half off of his body, before turning back to her.

“Sorry about him. He’s had just a little too much.” Vince attempted to tug the bottle from his hands but he protested.

“I have not-“

“I’m Vince.” He reached for her hand, gripping it tightly, finger brushing hers in a way that seemed unnecessary, and gave her small goosebumps, and made her face get red.

“Josie.”

“Like Josie and the pussycats?” They both turned to find that Schwartzy was still standing there with his champagne bottle in hand, blinking at her and smiling.

She chuckled and nodded “Yes exactly like that.”

“No shit?” He blinked again and looked at Vince. Vince however was still looking at her, smile still present.

His black t-shirt was soaked in liquor and sticking to him in a way that left very very little to the imagination, even in the darkness of the club. She watched as his eyes moved down her, slower this time before coming back up and gesturing to her shirt.

“I’m sorry about that. He can be a real idiot.”

“You mentioned. It’s okay though. I was about to head home anyway.”

That was a lie. Josie had no intention on heading home but she was now soaked in champagne, had a headache and was now uncomfortable being this exposed in front of the extremely hot stranger named Vince.

“You can’t leave!” Schwartzy slurred at her “We’re celebrating! We won THE STANLEY CUP!” He held his arms up and turned to the crowd who started screaming along with him. She laughed and turned to Vince who was smiling.

“He’s right. You should stay. Let me buy you a drink. My way of apologizing for my dumb friend here.”

Josie bit her lip and glanced over at her friends who were talking with a group of guys. Vince’s arm appeared over her shoulder and he leaned down closer to her face.

“Those are my friends, and I’m pretty sure those are your friends. And they look busy, and you look thirsty so please. Let me buy you a drink.” He smiled a very bright white smile, and Josie smiled back at him in spite of herself.

“Well. Okay. Sure thanks.”

He put a hand on the small of her back and led her to an area a little further away from where they had been, that was slightly more secluded.

“Much better.” He said pulling a stool out for her and gesturing for her to sit “I could barely hear you.”

He turned to order her a drink and then turned to look at her. He was fantasy hot, almost intimidating if she was being honest. Guys like him didn’t bother with girls like her, and yet here he was buying her a drink and sitting across from her.

“I’ve never seen this place so crowded.” She remarked glancing around before looking back at him “I didn’t realize hockey was this big of a deal here.”

He grinned “Oh yeah? You don’t like hockey?”

“It’s not that I don’t like it, I just don’t know anything about it.” She smiled and he felt his stomach do a little swoop.

She was beautiful, not in the way he was normally accustomed to seeing, but beautiful all the same. It had been a long time since he’d been around girls that weren’t models, that it took him a back to see just a regular girl, but he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t refreshing. There was something about her that was so simple and natural that it made her 10,000 times more attractive to him than any model could ever be. The best thing about her is that she could be a model if she wanted, but she didn’t seem the type. Which was nice.

What made her even better was that she didn’t seem to know who he was at all. She was just a girl, accepting a drink from a guy at the bar, both of whom happened to be caught up in this Stanley Cup Championship party. She had no idea he was a hockey player, and if she did she was a great actress because she looked genuinely clueless as she watched the celebration unfold.

“You should watch it sometime.” He said offhandedly passing her the drink the bartender set on the bar top.

She shrugged “‘Maybe. I don’t like violence though. Seems kind of dangerous and risky.”

“Not a risk taker?”

“Me?” She shook her head and leaned forward to sip her drink through the straw “Not at all. I don’t like risks, danger, fast cars, or this drink Ew.” She scrunched her face up “I don’t drink very often and this is why. That was terrible.”

Vince chuckled “So what do you like?”

You she thought to herself. God was he gorgeous. She’d obviously known right away that he was more attractive than your average guy but he was something else up close. He was so good looking he didn’t seem real, and maybe he wasn’t. This was her 5th drink, and she usually strictly enforced a two drink limit. For all she knew she may be hallucinating him, or this could all be a dream.

“Oh I don’t know. I’m pretty boring actually. I’m not that interesting.” That was partially true, at least in her mind. Her friends were free spirited and fun, which left her to mostly play “Mom.” She spent most of her nights out looking after her friends, and most of the time she just didn’t wanna do it. She loved them, but always having to babysit got old after a while.

“Now that I find hard to believe. Your the most interesting thing I’ve seen all night.”

She quirked an eyebrow “Oh yeah? How so?”

He gestured around “This just doesn’t seem like a place I’d find a girl like you in. I can tell your uncomfortable.”

“Okay true. I mean I’m mostly uncomfortable because my shirt is now see through, but even before then all I wanted to do was leave.” She smiled a little and shrugged, watching him as his eyes moved a third time over her shirt and then back up to her face “Nothing against a night out, it’s just not really my thing.”

“We’ll if going out isn’t your thing, how do you feel about dancing?” He jerked his head back over his shoulder to the dance floor “Is dancing your thing?”

“For you it could be.”

She followed him to the dance floor, a thrall of excitement moving through her as he turned to look behind him to make sure she was there, and then extended a hand so they didn’t get separated in the thick of the crowd. He slid his fingers in between hers and tugged her by the hand. She wasn’t a huge dancer, but she wasn’t going to say no to being that close to him. Especially when his hands settled on her waist and she was flush against him. She was thankful for the pounding music of the club to mask the pounding of her heart that was so loud she could feel it in her ears.

The alcohol was beginning to blur her senses and her nerves died down as pounding music shook the floors and reverberated into her ears. Vince’s hand was warm on her waist as they moved to the music. Josie pulled back a second to look up at him, hair spilling back over her shoulders, brushing against his hand. His other hand came up to her shoulder, finger tracing across her collarbone as he pushed the rest of her hair over her shoulder. He stared at her for a long moment, eyes moving from hers, to her mouth back up to her eyes.

And then he was kissing her, right there in the middle of the dance floor while people yelled and carried on around them. It was a kiss unlike any other she’d ever had. It sent a butterfly that went from her lips all the way down to her lady parts and stayed there flapping away.

Next thing she knew they were making out in the back of an Uber, and then stumbling into his apartment. She usually had a strict rule of not going home with guys she just met, for self preservation purposes, but he was just too beautiful to be a serial killer. And if he was, then she hoped the sex was good before he decided to murder her.

Her shirt, which was stiff from the dried champagne on it went first, thrown haphazardly to the side as they grabbed at each other in their haste to get rid of clothes between them. Then his shirt and pants, her skirt, both their shoes until finally they were both down to their underwear. He grabbed at her waist and turned her, both of them landing on his mattress, hands all over each other.

Josie’s whole body was shaking in anticipation as his hand moved down her waist, and slid slowly in between her legs. She closed her eyes as she felt Vince’s tongue slide across the skin of her neck, teeth grazing her skin. She let a breath as he bit down on her collarbone, pelvis grinding up against her own as he settled between her legs. He looked up, a lock of hair hanging across his forehead and smiled at her, lips moving down her chest and to her abdomen. She could feel his hot breath somewhere near her belly button and propped herself up to look at him.

The muscles in his shoulders rolled under his skin as he moved slowly down and pressed an open mouth kiss on her lower stomach. She shivered and watched as he ran a finger over the band of her underwear. He glanced up again, eyes piercing her soul. He never broke eye contact as he let his mouth ghost over the fabric of her underwear. She gasped, arms becoming rigid as he did it again, mouth pressing more firmly against the fabric. Her head fell back and she clamped her eyes shut. If this was what normal sex was like, she’d been missing out.

She felt her stomach flip flop as he pulled both legs up and propped himself up on his elbows. He splayed a hand across her stomach and gave her waist a squeeze.

“Can I take these off?” He said, giving the waist band a small snap. Josie nodded and lifted her hips so he could slide them down her legs. The apartment was mostly dark, which she was thankful for as she felt blood rush to her face, and heat creep through her body as he pulled them over her feet, tossing them to the side. It was illuminated enough however, both by the city lights and the full moon that was beaming through the window, that she could see him clearly enough as he leaned down again, finger tracing up her leg to her inner thigh.

“Vince I-“ she said shakily, but he gave her leg a reassuring squeeze.

“Shhhhh. Let me take care of you.” He said lowly, with a small smile as he leaned down to kiss her inner thigh. She felt like she was going to explode, by the time he made his way back up her body. A thin sheen of sweat had now covered both of them, she felt his abdomen brush against her own and realized he had come back up to be level with her face. She had been so preoccupied with his activities between her legs she hadn’t even noticed he stopped. He kissed her heavily, leaving a wet trail around her mouth, and kicking his boxers down his legs. He pulled away and let out a huff, leaning over her to pull open a bedside drawer and gosh put a condom. He opened it with his teeth, and rolled it on, pushing her legs open wider.

She closed her eyes as he slid a hand across her chest and up her neck, resting on her jaw.

“Hey.” She opened them to find him staring at her “Ready?”

She nodded and took a deep breath, glancing down between them but he pushed her head up “Look at me.”

She shivered as he pushed in slowly at first, head falling forward as he pulled out and pushed in more firmly. While Josie wouldn’t consider herself “inexperienced”, she felt it at that moment. He definitely knew what he was doing and for the first time in her life she was worried about her performance.

But she had little time to think more about it because Vince grabbed her left leg and pulled it up, pushing back in, causing her to gasp. He grinned and did it again, finding a rhythm.

Josie felt like she was on fire. Her whole body was in sensory overload, and she felt almost feverish. But it felt good. In fact she felt better than she had in a long time. He let go of her leg and and leaned forward, kissing her heavily. She gripped his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as he continued to move in and out, agonizingly slow. His fingers came around her throat and he squeezed lightly, as her eyes slid closed and she arched her back off the bed.

He kissed her throat, and up the side of her face till he found her mouth, stealing her air as he moved his lips roughly against hers as he pushed harder and faster. Josie let out a ragged breath and bit her lip to hold in a scream, fingers gripping the sheets.

“Scream.” He whispered in her ear, hot breath tickling the side of her neck. He threaded a hand through her hair and gave it a tug, cranking her neck back, which made her illicit a gasp and a moan. He smiled down at her “Good girl.” He whispered tugging on it again.

Josie felt the beginnings of what turned out to be a blinding, toe curling orgasm that made her scream as it roared through her body, making her shake. Vince rode it out, face buried in her neck.

Her eyes closed and opened several times to find him staring at her.

“You okay?” He ran a hand over her chest and up her neck, thumb stroking her jaw. She smiled sweetly at him and touched his cheek, nodding and pulling him down to kiss her.

He pulled out and laid next to her, attempting to catch his breath. He glanced over at her. The light was only illuminating her silhouette in the darkness of his apartment, but she looked perfect. She rolled on her side to face him and smiled.

Her eyes slid closed and she stretched, letting out a breath. He could see her glancing around and she made a move to get up and before he could stop himself he blurted out “Do you wanna stay?”

She stopped, sheet pulled up around her chest before he continued “Its pretty late and it just started to rain.” He nodded at the window, which indeed had raindrops beginning to form on it.

“I mean. Sure I guess? If you want.”

He gave her a once over, and smiled. Sheet pulled up around her chest, face flushed, hair tousled around her shoulders and back, hell yeah he wanted her to stay “I do.” He reached forward and let his hand run down her shoulder, before pulling her over and kissing her, which went on for several minutes before he pulled away.

He was exhausted, eyes barely able to stay open.

“Go to sleep.” She murmured, kissing him once on the cheek before settling in next to him. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer and then they both promptly fell asleep.

**********

Josie woke up, blinking several times before she realized she wasn’t in her own apartment. It was still dark, and her body felt tired, but that didn’t stop her from easing her way out of bed. She moved slowly, inch by inch out of bed, until she felt her feet touch the carpet. She slid out of bed, crouching on the floor and feeling around for her bra, slipping it on and then her crunchy shirt, which reeked of champagne.

“Ew.” She whispered holding her breath as she pulled it over her head and turned to look for her underwear. She heard Vince cough and turn in his sleep and she froze, until it was silent again.

“Where the fuck are they?” She hissed to herself, crawling across the floor, hand sweeping out until she felt the lace brush her fingers. She slowly pulled them on, then her pants and crawled across the floor on her hands and knees, grabbing her shoes and crawling out the door. She straightened up, catching her balance and tiptoed through the apartment, hoping to god he didn’t have a roommate that she would run across. The apartment was huge, and she almost got lost as she tried to remember how to get out. She hadn’t really been paying attention on the way in, but she breathed a sigh of relief when she finally found the door and eased it open, before pulling it shut behind her. She kept her head down as she made her way to the elevator, and last a few straggling people in the lobby part of the apartment building, hoping her walk of shame wasn’t evident, and into an Uber. Her phone said it was 5:15 as she leaned her head back, eyes closing. The woman behind the steering wheel glanced at her but didn’t say anything except to have a good day when she pulled up to Josie’s apartment.

She trudged up the steps, dropping her shoes and keys by the door, and shedding her clothing as she made her way to her bedroom. She landed on her bed like a zombie, and fell fast asleep.

**********

“You whore!” Jennifer said throwing herself down and pointing at Josie “Tell me EVERYTHING.” She slapped her hand on the table getting the attention of the rest of the group.

She frowned and glanced at the others “Everything about what?”

“About this.” She held up her phone and Josie’s mouth fell open. There, on a public news website was a picture of her and Vince, kissing, over top of the title “Blues celebrate Stanley Cup win.”

“So can you explain what your doing in this photo?”

The others leaned around all letting out a gasp and an excited squeal.

“What does it look like I’m doing

“Wait a second. You went home with Vince Dunn?” Allison said open mouthed.

Josie frowned “Yeah? Do you know him?”

“Yeah but the question is why don’t you know him?”

“Should I?”

“His team just won the Stanley cup so probably.”

“Wait hang on pause.” Josie waved her hand “You mean HE won the Stanley cup.”

“Yeah he plays for the Blues. Is today your first day on earth?”

“I don’t watch hockey how was I supposed to know who he is.”

Jennifer picked up her phone out and typed something on the screen and then turned her phone so Josie could see it. There he was. Vince Dunn, defenseman for the St. Louis blues.

Josie was a little surprised. She’d talked with him for a while and he hadn’t once mentioned he played hockey. To her, he was just a guy in a bar who happened to be there at the same time she was. He hadn’t used “I’m a Stanley cup champion“ as a line not one time.

Then again though she supposed he didn’t need to use any lines when he was walking around looking like that.

“Did you get his number?”

“For what?”

“To see him again idiot.”

“It was a one time thing. I’ll probably never even see him again.”

“Ugh!” Allison said waving her hand “Your the worst. You go home with an NHL player and you don’t even get his number.”

Josie shrugged and pulled her phone up, zoning out from the rest of the conversation.

An NHL player.

It was almost too unbelievable to be true, but it had to be because there was a picture of them kissing that was now making the social media rounds, and it was clearly him in the google photos she’d just seen. It was only fitting that on the rare occasion she decided to go home with someone, it would be a professional athlete of all things. And one who had just won what appeared to be a pretty prestigious trophy from what she understood.

She wanted nothing more than to leave her lunch early and google Vince until her thumbs hurt, but she’d promised her girlfriends lunch, so she would just have to wait till later. She stuffed her phone in her bag, and turned back to the conversation with her friends, putting Vince in the back of her mind.

************

“Have you seen this?” Brayden’s voice jarred Vince from his daydream as he shoved his phone in his face. It was pictures of Vince mid make out with Josie his mystery girl from last night.

“That’s gonna be fun to explain to your mom.” Sammy giggled from his left. Vince blushed and rolled his eyes.

“Fuck off. You can’t even tell that’s me.”

“Bro it made the news of course people know it’s you.”

Vince closed his eyes and leaned his head back. He was so hungover he was still drunk. He woke up with a splitting headache, alcohol oozing out of his pores and found his bed empty, much to his dismay. He thought for a second he had dreamed her but now he’d seen newsworthy photos of himself with his tongue down her throat so he knew she was real.

“Dunner. Are you planning on joining us during this parade or-?”

Vince rolled his eyes and took the beer that was being held out to him.

“He’s here but his head and the rest of him is still in bed with that chick. What was her name Jennifer? Jessica?” Schwartzy said eyebrows furrowing in thought.

“Josie. Her name was Josie. And I’m not thinking about her. I’m just hungover.” He mumbled.

He was lying. He was thinking about Josie. Though he wasn’t really a “friends with benefits” kind of guy he might change that for her. He usually hooked up with a girl and then maybe if it was alright hooked up with her again but usually not more than twice. He’d made the mistake a few times of keeping girls around too long and they always caught feelings. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt someone’s feelings because he was only interested in sex, and they were interested in more than that. Last night had been great enough to sober him up, and apart from the good sex he actually really enjoyed talking to her. She was smart and funny and she had absolutely no clue who he was.

He wanted to kick himself in his own ass for not getting her number and letting her slip out without even getting her last name. He was delighted and a little surprised to find a long list of Josie’s in a 50 mile radius but immediately deflated when he found that none of them were his Josie.

The parade was large and loud, and his excitement overrode his disappointment about Josie. There would be plenty of time to find her later.

Right now he had a cup to celebrate.

He would find her later.

**********

Josie made her way out of Target bags in hand, and unlocked her car. She had planned to go home, immerse herself in a boiling hot bubble bath, and have a long sleep after her night of no sleep the day prior. She sighed, mind floating back to Vince. She’d made the choice to not google him, because really what was the point? She’d protons er see him again and there was no good reason to learn more about a guy who she wasn’t planning on having any type of relationship with. What she had done the night before she never did. Like never ever. It had been kind of exciting to break the rules though if she was being honest. But that was over now and she was back to being boring old Josie, who never went home with random guys.

“So you are real?”

Josie jumped, and then turned at that all too familiar voice and found Vince making his way towards her. She smiled and closed her car door and small jolt of excitement surging through her. What kind of a coincidence was it that he was here right now. She silently thanked the father, the son, the Holy Ghost, and every other diety that came to mind as he came to a stop in front of her.

“Last time I checked. You can pinch me if you want.” She extended an arm. He smiled but looked like he wanted to do a whole lot more than pinch her.

“I thought maybe I’d dreamt last night because there was no way you just fucked my brains out like that and then bounced.”

Josie’s mouth fell open for a split second and blood rushed to her face. Vince’s smile widened and he braced an hand on the top of her car, and leaned his head forward a little. He knew exactly what he was doing to her right then. She let her eyes move over his face. She’d really missed out on some of the finer details the night before.

While he was gorgeous in the glow of the neon club lights, and possibly even more gorgeous over top of her, illuminated by only the lights of downtown St. Louis, he was even better looking in the daylight. She realized she was openly staring at him and closed her mouth, clearing her throat.

“Yeah Uhm, sorry about that. I’m not good at the whole ‘morning after’ thing I guess. Just kind of figured I’d never see you again.” She laughed nervously and glanced up at him “But I guess that was unrealistic considering that you won the Stanley cup.” She smiled mischievously.

His smile faltered a little and he chuckled “Ah. Who told you?”

“My friends. They saw the pictures and had a hissy fit that I didn’t tell them I went home with a Stanley cup champion, and that I didn’t even get his number.”

“Well I guess to make your friends feel better we’re going to have to change that.”

Sometimes he was too smooth for his own good. He could feel heat radiating off of her, and everything about her body language screamed nervous, but in a good way. She kept fiddling with her hair and blushing, and he was sure he was heading in the right direction.

“Is that so?”

“It is.” He pulled his phone out of his pocket and handed it to her, watching as she typed in her number and handed it back to him.

“Here. For the sake of my friends I’ll give you my number.”

“So I’ll call you.” He said pushing off the car and taking a step back.

She smiled “Sure.”

He smiled and turned on his heel, and she got into her car. She had just put the key in the ignition when her phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Hey.” She looked up to find Vince leaned against his car, phone to his ear, and he gave her a wave.

“Hi Vince.” She let out a small giggle and smiled at him through her windshield, which he returned.

“What are you doing now?”

Josie smiled “Whatever your doing.”

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