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perzawa · 4 years ago

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→ defender of justice

saeyoung choi x fem! reader

desc: you weren’t the best at relationships. man after man, woman after woman, but you could not find the right one. after getting stood up on a date, a mysterious man with red hair comes to the rescue.

genre: smut

warnings: praise kink, unprotected sex, sex with a stranger, pet names

word count: 3.1K

Not again.

Not like this.

Hot tears pricked your eyes, the salty liquid rolling slowly down your flaming cheeks. How long had it been since you were sitting in that exact spot, waiting and waiting and waiting. You looked around like a lost puppy, mouth agape and eyes wide. Where the hell was he? You scammed the restaurant, your eyes glossing over multiple bodies of men and women. Everyone looked so happy with their spouses or potential mates, smiling in the faces of each other as they shared meals.

That was supposed to be you laughing. That was meant to be you sharing spaghetti with your boyfriend. How could you be so foolish to believe he’d show up this time?

“Ma’am, are you ready to pay for your meal?” The woman asked kindly, eyes shut with a large smile plastered on her features. You frowned, wiping away at the tears forming in your eyes.

“Just a moment, ma’am.”

“Okay! I’ll be back!” She left soon after. Sweat trickled down your eyebrows and your breathing hitched, stomach churning painfully. You were surrounded by couples. Everywhere you looked, there was a couple. Man, women, women, men. You’d given up. He won. Getting ready to pay and leave, you stood up, wiping at the new tears forming in your eyes.

You took one last look around. Multiple people had been paying attention to you now, apologetic looks dancing across their faces. You simply smiled in their directions. You didn’t need pity from anyone. You’ve been stood up before, you’ll be fine. Yeah, you’ll be fine after you eat six tubs of ice cream and cry your eyes out for a week. Maybe you and Akira weren’t meant to be. You had given up now, sighing as you reached for your wallet, standing to your aching feet.

Just then, a pair of shoes stepped into your vision and you looked up, instantly in awe.

“Hey, sorry I’m late. You can sit down now.”

You stared up at him, lips agape as you tried to process his request. This wasn’t Akira. I mean, he was no doubt more attractive than Akira was in every way, but he definitely wasn’t Akira. The last time you’d seen him, Akira had black hair, not red.

“W-Who are you?”

“I’m Seven. Just go with it, okay?” He whispered to you, sitting in the seat across the table from yours. Shocked, you didn’t say anything, only blinking at the man.

“I was standing there,” he looked over and pointed to the small line of people waiting to be seated. “I was there for a bit and I noticed that you’d been stood up.” You winced hearing the words, eyes darting down in embarrassment. You knew he wasn’t coming, but it still ached to hear him put it so matter-of-factly.

“He’s a dick. Or she.”

“A-Are you here with someone?” You tripped over your words, rubbing your exposed arm with your hand. Suddenly the air was cooler, tighter.

“Nah, I came alone. I originally came for pickup, but seeing a pretty little lady all by herself made me change my mind.”

“O-Oh…” you tilted your head up at him. “Please, I don't wish to burden you or anything. You’re incredibly sweet, but you can get your food.”

The mysterious man chuckled, running his hand through his shaggy hair as his eyes looked you up and down. “You’re precious.”

“I’m serious. I don’t want you to pity me. I saw this coming.” You mumbled those last words, pushing your plate of food to the middle of the table, hoping a waitress would swing by soon so that you could leave quickly.

“Hey, I’m sorry. My conscience won’t allow me to leave you alone here.” You frowned, crossing your legs under the table. Your eyes met his and you’d noticed how pretty his were, suddenly melting. This man was adorable. Sure, he was kinda underdressed to be eating there, but you overlooked his apparel. He was hot.

A few minutes passed by of an odd silence before a waitress came by, taking your old food and asking who she assumed to be your date, if he was ready to order.

So he did.

“Seven…” you muttered, hoping he would’ve been gone by now. “You’re too nice. I-I’ll pay for this as a thank you.”

“Pay for it? Oh, hush, I got it. I’ve got enough. Don’t thank me for anything, okay?”

And that was it. He ordered food and even shared a bit with you, even after you explained that you’d already eaten. You didn’t even know how you could both find so much to talk about, being complete strangers and all. But you still found a way. You incorporated jobs, home life, and he even allowed you to talk about your relationship with Akira a bit.

“I was right. He sounds like an ass.”

You giggled, reaching over the table to fork some of his salad before shoving it in your mouth. Seven gazed at you in awe, his focus completely set on you whenever you decided to share something, anything.

“He wasn’t always like that, I promise. We got along really well for a while and it was perfect,” you looked down at the table you were sitting at before a dry chuckle found its way out of you. “We’re a bit off and on, you could say. That’s why this was so important to me. I guess he didn’t care as much.”

Seven frowned, noticing your change in demeanor.

“Don’t let that get you down, okay? Look, you may not know me, but I’m here now. And as far as I’m concerned, I’m having so much fun right now. I’m glad he didn’t show up.”

“Really? Y-You’re having fun?” Your eyes widened and you felt blood rush to your cheeks, self consciously rubbing your arm, which had now produced an insane amount of goosebumps.

“Course I am, sweetie. What? You thought I stayed for my health? You’re cool. He’s missing out.”

And with that, you both changed the subject to forget about Akira. He was irrelevant.

You didn’t end up paying for your bill in the end, Seven did. Of course he did it, throwing in a ‘you really thought I’d let you pay for this alone?’ While he was at it. He escorted you out, hands stuffed in his pocket. You felt the cool air embrace your skin, the new area calming you now, the wind sweeping away every negative thought you experienced that evening. You almost forgot you’d even been stood up in the first place, really. But that’s how fun the ginger was. He was sweet and loud, always making jokes. His humor was a little bit odd. Well, it was extremely odd, but it made him more attractive to you. From his striped glasses to his plain sneakers, he was so down to earth. You wanted to talk to him again. You needed to say thank you.

“I had a great time. Hey, actually, you never told me your name.” He turned to you, both of you still standing in front of the building.

“Oh! You’re right! It’s Y/N.”

“Well, Y/N, I had a good time. I’ll get going now, you take care for me.” The tall man turned away, pressing the button on his keys. Your ears perked up after hearing the car beep, indicating that the car was his.

He was leaving.

C’mon, Y/N. Ask him. It won’t be hard, right? The worst he could say is that he’s probably busy or he’s got work in the morning. Just do it. Do it.

You yelped and that seemed to snatch his attention, the man whipping around to see if you were alright.

“You good?”

“Y-Yeah! Um, I’ve got no idea if you’re like busy tomorrow or something,” you trailed off, staring at your heels as you rocked back and forth on them. “I wanted to know if you wanted to come over! J-Just to like, watch Netflix. Unless you’re busy! Then that’s okay! I’m so sorry for burdening you!” You rambled on, your face entirely flushed, your body swinging sporadically from putting yourself on the spot like that.

“Hey, hey, stop that,” he pushed your chin up, your eyes drifting to his hair, rather than his eyes. “I’d love to come over, okay? Hell, where’s your car? Let’s go right now.”

Your eyes shot down to his, your face lighting up at his kind words.

“Oh! Um, I took a cab here!”

“That’s fine. Just gimme the directions, I’ll take you.”

You could feel your heart swell in your chest. He was so damn cute. His smile stretched across his entire face, eyes closed from his cheeks pushing them upward. He guided you to his vehicle and let's just say you were more than impressed with his ride, eyes widening. Damn, now you really had to know where this man worked to afford such an expensive car. That was a question for another day. You pulled up a GPS and from there, the ride was mostly silent. You aimlessly scrolled through your twitter feed until he pulled up outside your home, first asking if he was at the right place.

“Yeah, this is it!” Seven nodded and parked in your driveway, stepping out of his car awkwardly waiting for you to unlock the door before he did anything else. He locked his car, following after you. You giggled and unlocked your home, your cat rushing to the opening door to greet you.

Seven laughed, pushing his way in as well. “Hey! I love cats!”

You beamed, bending down to pet your feline. “Mmm, that’s a funny coincidence! Her name’s Elle.”

Seven’s goofy demeanor dropped into a much more serious one. “You’re lying! There’s no way! M-My friend, his cat’s name is Elizabeth!”

You threw your hands up, bursting into a fit of laughter. You looked up at the flickering lights, wishing you’d remembered to turn them off before you left the house. That was your worst bad habit. Seven noticed the flickering as well, but ignored it, just standing awkwardly as he awaited your next steps. You turned the main light off and led him to your living room, sitting on your sofa. He plopped down on the furniture and spotted the remote on the coffee table, passing it to you. You thanked him and turned the television on, the bright light illuminating the living space.

“Whatcha wanna watch?” You asked, turning to Netflix.

“Uh, scary movie? Or Anime? I could care less.” You nodded and searched for a horror film that you could both agree on, settling the remote on the coffee table. Not too long had passed before you were both cuddled up together, reclining the sofa so that neither of you would roll off by accident. You didn’t think you’d get so comfortable with a stranger, but there you were watching a horror movie with him while his arms were wrapped around your hips, pulling you into his touch. You’d be a fibber if you said you didn’t like it.

“I hope you know I meant what I said. You’re cool as hell.”

“Could say the same for you, Mr. Seven.”

“Oh,” he teased, his lips close to your ear. “Am I Mister now?”

“Depends. Do you wanna be called that?”

Seven snickered, rubbing circles into your waist. A low groan escaped your lips, a small laugh following. Neither of you even cared about the movie anymore.

“I guess that depends on what type of Mister you’re thinking of.”

Chills ran down your spine and you smiled, slowly grinding yourself onto him. Seven’s breath hitched in his throat, a small chuckle following after.

“That’s how we’re playing?” You didn’t respond, simply moaning while you continued grinding yourself against him. Seven gripped your hips tighter, rocking his hips against your ass. He pushed your hair out of the way, pressing his lips to the back of your neck. You let out a yelp, melting into his touch while his hips continued to move against your ass. You could feel him hardening, his tongue flicking against your skin.

Seven groaned, sucking marks onto your innocent neck while you felt yourself getting lost in his touch.

“Can I fuck you?” He whispered, thumbs rubbing circles into your hips again. You nodded, and before you knew it, he’d instantly had you on your back.

“You know,” he started, grinning down at your defenseless body. “I did not think this was how tonight would play out. But I’m so glad it did.” He unbuckled his pants, pulling his cock free from his underwear. His cock sprung free, precum already bubbling at the tip. You licked your lips at the sight, feeling a surge of wetness rush through your pussy, wetting your white underwear. You shut your eyes tightly, your fingers finding their way to your underwear as something in your forced you to circle your clit through your panties.

Seven spat on his hand, the mixture of saliva and precum slicking his cock enough. “That’s hot. Keep going.” He whispered, stroking himself to the sight in front of him. You whimpered, finger rubbing circles into your clothed clit while he jerked his hard cock, groaning at the your vulnerability.

“Yeah, that’s good. So good. C’mon, take those pretty little panties off.” You weren’t hesitant at all, quickly sliding the panties down your ass. You’d never been fucked on your sofa before, oddly enough. You’d been fucked almost everywhere in your house but the time to do it on your sofa never really came up. You were glad, though, it was so hard to get comfortable on the black leather furniture.

“Let me see that pretty pussy,” he muttered, pulling your dress up to your neck, the pink bra exposed under the fabric. Seven gripped your clothed tit before kneeling between your legs, leaning forward.

“You’re so pretty. Your body’s so damn pretty. Everything about it. I don’t even remember his name, but he’s fuckin’ missing out.”

He circled his wet tip against your clit, gathering some of your slick on his cock. You cried out.

“Please, Seven, hurry.”

“Are you rushing me? Bad girl.” He kissed the side of your lip before pushing against your entrance, sliding into the tight heat. You gasped, tears forming in your eyes from the painful stretch. It was probably helpful to mention how big Seven was. You almost couldn’t see from the constantly fading light of the television, but he was a good size. One you didn’t expect from someone so thin and lanky. Not that you weren’t appreciative or anything.

“Oh.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah,” you whispered, wrapping your legs around his waist as he bottomed out inside of you, waiting for a moment to move.

“Tight.” He choked out, pulling out halfway before slamming back into you, grunting with each thrust. His thrusts were sloppy and uncoordinated, but you could care less, clenching around his constantly moving length. You cried out his name, tears falling from your eyes.

Seven found a good pace to fuck you at, rocking his hips inside of you slowly while you adjusted to his large cock, pussy fluttering over him.

“Fuck yeah, baby. So good. So, so good. I could cum on the spot feeling you grip me like this.”

You looked into his eyes, slamming your lips against his waiting ones without any thinking. Seven moaned into the exchange, pounding you as hard as he could while his tongue pushed past your opened lips, both of your tongues intertwined. Your velvet walls gripped his cock harder, causing the man to begin moaning, hips stuttering while he fucked into you. You felt like you were already on edge, rocking your hips against his. Your ears perked up and you yelped hearing your phone ring.

Seven’s eyes darted over to the contact name, sweat dripping down his glistening forehead.

‘Akira 💕…’

“Answer it,” he snarled, his pace never haulting. He was quicker, harder, as he fucked his cock into you, head constantly hitting against your special spot. You couldn’t help but moan, tears drying on your cheeks while fire spread inside of you, the overwhelming need to cum urging you on. You didn’t question him, simply reaching over to the coffee table to grab the device, answering it.

“Yeah?” You put him on speaker.

Seven’s eyes were cut, focusing on the conversation while pounding you. He gripped your waist tightly, stifling a moan.

“Sorry I couldn’t make it. I don’t know, I don’t think we should be seeing each other anymore.”

Your heart dropped at his words and your stomach churned.

“Fuck yeah,” Seven moaned loudly, throwing his head back. His hands travelled lower, gripping your ass while his cock hit the hilt of your pussy over and over again. You were so close, almost there.

“Who’s that?” Akira squeaked.

“No one,” you moaned out, forgetting to even hold back by now.

“Tell him. Tell him how good you feel. Go ahead, naughty girl. Tell him.”

You felt more tears well in your eyes, fresh liquid dripping to your damp cheeks.

“I feel so good, Seven. Please fuck me. Harder, please. So close. I’m gonna cum. Please,” you managed to get out, fucking yourself on his cock while holding the phone in your hand. Ever thrust felt like energy being launched into your body, electricity shocking you each time your pussy clenched on his cock, walls constantly being jabbed at. It felt so good. You were almost there. One more thrust.

“I want you to feel good. Want you to feel so fucking good. Do you feel good? You feel good with my cock inside you? Yeah?”

“Yeah. Gonna cum, Seven. Close.”

“Okay. That’s okay. Go ahead, I’m close too, pretty girl.” By now, Akira had hung up, his own heart dropping to his feet as well. As long as he understood how you felt, it was okay. You were fine. You’d be fine like this.

He sped up, sporadically whimpering sweet nothings as he pounded you through your orgasm, pussy fluttering around his length while you came, cum coating his dick. Seven screamed out, burying himself to the hilt inside of you while he came, shooting his load into your gaping heat. He collapsed on top of you, both of your breathing uneven.

“Good. That was good,” you found a way to croak out, releasing your grip on his waist. He didn’t respond, only kissing your sweaty neck.

“Good girl.” He said, cock still buried inside of you. You flushed at the nickname, whimpering. He waited again to speak when you’d both caught your breath, bodies still, simply enjoying the presence of the other. The television was still on, the movie was over now. It had probably been over for a while.

“Maybe it's not the right time for this, but can I take you out next week?

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neoaevis · 4 years ago

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How Much I Love You/Hate you

Word Count: 2654

Warnings:Smut(Use of the word slut, Boss kink, Over Stimulation, Male and Female receiving, Dom Mark, Pregnant Sex, Office Sex, Unprotected Sex(Don’t forget to wrap it), Cheating,Mentions of the word gold digger , Angst,Violence;punching and mentions of hurtful words(that’s it ig pm me for more)

!! NOT PROOF READ!!

A/N: Hello my dear bbys I finished the second chapter and I really hope y’all like it and just like I said it will be indiv story first and in around the third chapter we will see some interactions between our main characters but well lol depends in what I write, I really hope you enjoyed this as much as I did lol and please don’t hate me if you don’t also don’t copy any of my works,you may also chat me for suggestions or give me some asks of atw with things you are curious about and btw I will open the taglist so send me a message if you wish to be tagged enjoy💋

Chapter II

Day Before Heading To Korea

“That was amazing but can be better” Mark says as he stands up away from the girl that was shaking from the sex they just had. Mark was in a meeting that was honestly really boring when one of the intern that he has been flirting around with started palming him under the table that makes his eyes grow wide and his dick erect, originally he wanted to keep his dick inside his pants but she palmed her faster which made him hornier, so in the middle of the meeting he stood up and made everyone confused from his actions and people asking in small murmurs if something was wrong “Let’s continue this later, lunch break” he said with a loud enough voice.

He walked to the door signaling the girl to follow him into his office once she was inside he locks the door shut pressing the girl’s back to the door “What a fucking slut you are” he said with absolute dominance that makes the girl shiver ” I w-want you sir” she said as he tries to grab Mark’s face to kiss him in which Mark refused “You are not allowed to touch me” he removes his tie grabbing the girl’s hand and tying it hard enough that it will surely bruise, due to Mark’s action she feels her clit’s dripping wetness, Mark started by removing her blouse and tossing it just wherever, seeing the lace underwear she wore his eyes grew full with lust, he went to her neck hungrily leaving small marks as he unclasp her bra, he removes her skirt now carrying her towards the sofa near his table, he opens her legs harshly, rubbing her clit he said “Your this wet, I’ve barely done anything” he grinned, the girl was unable to open her legs from too much pleasure in which Mark reacted to by opening it wider “I’m going to punish you and make sure you will regret what you did” he exclaimed while ripping the girl’s panty, he sucked her clit harshly tightly grabbing her thighs, he then moves his tongue down her entrance which makes the girl release a loud moan, he stops and grabs her neck pulling it towards his face “You’re too loud do you want everyone in the office to know how dirty you are” his statement makes the girl’s voice hitch and even before she can give a reply he gets back to pushing his tongue in her entrance while rubbing her clit with his thumb, the pressure make the girl see stars all over ”I-I I’m cumming sir” she stated stuttering too much, Mark stops the girl felt the emptiness and she whined “You don’t get to cum yet slut” he said, he pulls her hair making her kneel he unbuttons his shirt and unbuckles his belt pushing down his pants with his boxer “Open your mouth” he orders as he pushed her towards his dick deep down enough for her to gag , he went on and on that the girl is now crying from how it’s too much but not wanting to stop as pleasure spreads all over her as Mark felt he was close the sloppier he got in pushing her, so she took the initiative to suck him on her own and not long after he came in her throat, saltiness filling her palate.

He pulls her bending her over his desk, he thrust inside her slowly before he slams harder and deep “S-sir you feel so good” his ego got boosted with her compliment thrusting harshly to make sure she would have a hard time walking and for her to learn her lesson, he grabs both of her boobs pushing her towards him deepening every thrust and soon after the girl clenched around Mark “You’re cumming huh?” “Y-yes” she said and Mark slaps her but really hard “You need to call me sir for you to cum” he said demanding her to follow “Y-ye yes sir please make this slut cum” soon after she cums and after a few more thrusts Mark follows, he gave her three more sharp thrusts befor pulling out.

“That was amazing but can be better” Mark says as he stands up away from the girl that fell down shaking from sex, “Your on the pill right” he inquired remembering he came inside her.

“Oh shit, I-I’m not on the pill sir” she said while she tries to stand up but fail, Mark then removed his tie from the girl and began collecting his clothes putting them back on one by one.

“I will tell my secretary to buy you some plan B make sure to take it” he said as he pulls his tie up signaling he will be leaving already.

“What if I don’ take it” she asked teasingly but Mark did not take it well slamming his palms towards the desk she is leaning to “Why did you fuck me is to get yourself pregnant for money?” he exclaimed, fear has spread across the girl’s face making her feel small.

Mark grabs his check in his desk and wrote 1 million dollars worth of money “Here’s the money so make sure to take it” he throws it towards her face.

“Are you just going to leave me, how about me right now or my panty at least” the girl said feeling pathetic and which Mark replied with a scoff giving her another check worth another million.

“I believe the money is enough now” he said walking away now and stopping before opening the door to say “I don’t care about you, what we did was just sex and nothing more so get out of here as fast as you can” and he left as anger spread all over him.

Flashback to College

Truth be told Mark is actually sensitive about pregnancy topics, there was this girl that he loved so deeply when he was just eighteen years old her name was Mina, he spent his youth loving and protecting her, she was poor unlike Mark which his parent’s disliked and protested that she was only a gold digger that is after his money, Mark even went through extreme lengths for her, from buying her expensive gifts to giving every part of him, even arguing with his parents every day and when she got pregnant when they were twenty he was extremely happy, he thought his life was complete with her not until one day when he went to her apartment he heard moans from her room “God, Mark doesn’t even know what we are doing, fucking around like this” said Mina “He is like a puppy following you around” exclaimed the man “Baby if not for his money I won’t be even fucking him, nor get pregnant plus you’re way better in bed” she said moaning, it made Mark really angry and pained, he slams the door open to which shocked the both of them.

“What the fuck did you just say y-you” he said as his voice breaks from too much pain that the love of his life gave him “Only loved me for money” Mina get’s herself off from the man as she tries to get close to Mark “ Mark no you, you heard wrong, I love you not because of your money” he pushed Mina away as he made eye contact with the guy making him punch him hard releasing all the anger “ I did not hear wrong, how dare you cheat on me” he said eyeing Mina, she begged Mark all over and over and the man she was having sex with said “Just leave that good for nothing asshole Mina” his words made every vein from Mark pop that’s why he punches the guy again and again and again in which the guy returned but Mark was overpowering as he threw more punches, Mina tried to stop them both but she was too weak to stop them soon after he gave the final punch that made the guy fall “I am not good for nothing, in fact I have money which both of you don’t have” he said in the most angry tone he has ever been, Mina and the guy was left shocked with his words they felt very belittle by it “And for you Mina, I loved you and all along my parents were right you are nothing but a gold digger” it made Mina cry even harder, regret filling her all over as she tried to reach Mark only to be pushed away hard enough that her belly hit the side of the bed, soon after that blood filled the room Mark was alarmed remembering his baby so he gave the ambulance a call. When they arrived in the hospital Mina was immediately checked and he found out his baby died his blood and flesh died, regret, blame and all different emotions filled him mostly blaming Mina if she did not cheat on him this will not happen. He left her that day returning to his parents because of how sorry he feels he defended her yet they were right all along, after that Mark has changed he no longer is the bubbly and friendly Mark he became a bad boy fucking every single girl not caring about them at all or would have a girlfriend but would cheat on them on multiple occasions, no relationship after Mina lasted as he thought all people care about is money not how he feels.

Day Before Heading To Korea

Walking he saw his secretary slash friend Taeil he immediately orders him to buy the plan B for the girl he just banged or just anything to prevent her from getting pregnant “Sir why do you fuck girls when you don’t want them to get pregnant” his secretary exclaimed “Come on Taeil don’t play innocent who knows you might’ve banged as much as I did or even more” he said teasing him to which Taeil returned with a huge shake of his head “Nope,nope I’m not like you and never will, well infact I am getting married soon” Mark was shocked not really believing Taeil so he slapped his arm “Your jokes are getting better” he laughed while Taeil had a straight face “Im not kidding my girlfriend really said yes and we are getting married” Mark stopped laughing with a face of disbelief that made Taeil chuckle now “Your gonna settle with someone now?” he questions “Hahaha Mark yes I am” he pats Mark’s shoulder “Wow, why is everyone around me getting married, you should know that the single life is way better” he said while clicking his toungue “Being single is indeed better, but when you love someone you would prefer to be with them every minute and every second and then it would be better for you because you love each other” he said lovingly making Mark laugh “You are madly in love hyung” he laughs “I bet when you meet your match you will also be madly in love with her” Mark shook his head showing a big X sign with his arms “Loving someone crazily will only kill you ,plus I know for sure all they want from me is my money” he said protesting and Taeil gave him a comforting smile before he turns his back to return to work.

Mark headed to the rooftop to get some fresh air while doing so he reminisce his past about Mina and Taeil’s words about him finding true love, discovering that there is indeed a part of him that wants to meet someone that loves him for him and not his money but before he could think more he shrugs it off and in que his phone rings and the caller was his Dad, he answers the phone.

Dad : “Son how have you been there in Canada?” his father questions with a giddy tone

Mark: “Here alive and well” he answers bluntly

Dad: “That’s good, how about the company is it doing well?” he questions further

Mark: “Of course it’s doing exceptionally well, is that all you have to ask” he ask as he sense there is something more with his phone call

Dad: ” Well uhm son I need you to come to Korea asap” he said as he cleared his throat

Mark: “How about our company here, it needs me dad” he said, but actually deep down he is not ready to come back to Korea because coming back means revisiting his past.

Dad: “I already fixed that, your brother is coming to Canada to manage the company”

Mark: “But Dad I’m not really sure I actually don’t want to go back”

Dad: “Look Mark, honestly I wanted to ask you kindly first to hear your first reaction but I just want to inform you that even if you say no, I want you to come home here as soon as you can”

Mark: “Dad but I- I ok fine yes I will come go to Korea as soon as I can but do I just leave?”

Dad: “Yes Mark and starting the day you come back here you will manage the company in Korea plus you need to attend a charity ball this week Saturday”

Mark: “ Ok Dad I get it” he said with a defeated tone

And his Dad hangs up, he doesn’t really want to go and feels very hesitant having an inner conflict with himself, his phone rang again and the caller this time is Taeil telling him to get back to the meeting as lunch break was already over, he endured several more meetings after another until it was finally over to signify his day will finally end. He went back to his office massaging the temples of his forehead as he sat down to think about the many things that bothers him, he then pages for Taeil through his phone, Taeil rushed to see him asking what are his orders for him, Mark stood up and told Taeil “Book me a flight to Korea tomorrow” Taeil took note of it as schok embodied him “Tomorrow sir? And Korea?” he knows that Mark hates Korea for the reason behind it being Mina but he repeated “Yes tomorrow to Korea also you are coming with me” he said as he grabs his things preparing to leave work “B-but sir why shall I come with you and how about my wedding?” he inquires worriedly “It’s part of your job as my secretary and as for you wedding if your soon to be wife loves you so much she can wait oh and make sure it’s a one way ticket” Taeil was very schoked with Mark’s action but before he can speak up more Mark was waves him goodbye making his exit.

The next day Mark woke up with a not so good mood, he made his secretary Taeil pack for him and for which Taeil cursed him for, after packing they head in to his car to drive to the airport Mark tried to get some sleep but he can’t seem to get some with all the flashback memories filling him, they arrived in the airport, checked in and headed to the first class seats of the plane, the whole plane ride was spent with drinking, sleeping and eating for he past 15hrs and after all that has passed he finally hears the flight attendant proclaim” Flight #127 to Seoul South Korea has now landed” and there he was in the land he long abandoned, the land filled with bright yet devastating memories, he shut his eyes preparing himself, as he finally left the plane he feels the jet lag kicking and decided to go to his parents house, just as he thought everyone was asleep due to the very dim lighting he was surprised by his parents with a huge “WELCOME HOME” banner, and he thought to himself “This is it Mark you are really here”.

#nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct mark #nct smut #nct angst #nct mark smut #mark lee smut #mark lee angst #nct fanfic #nct 127 smut #richkid #neosmutcollective #kpopcatalog

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legaciezzz · 4 years ago

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Boy Problems

Hope x Male Reader

Genre: Chapter Fic

Request: Hi, uh so I'm new to the legacies fandom so if this request sucks.. Sorry. Could you do one where the readers a human and mystic falls high. Hopes upset that landon moving on and is lonely, the readers also sad becuase he just got dumped, so they become fuck buddies but fall for each other. When everyone remembers hope, landon tries to win hope back but she's already fallen in love with the reader and picks him over landon. Uh if you Could write smut please.. If you're comfortable that is

A/N: Welcome to the fandom! Don't worry the request is just fine!

Song: Imported by Jesse Reyez ft. 6lack

You sighed before stepping out of your car. It had been two weeks since your ex dumped, just as things seemed to be getting serious, so now you've been spending nights like these alone lately. You got out and started to walk across town square, as you made you way to the grill you noticed a girl on one of the benches, but the closer you got you could hear some crying.

"Hey."

Hope glanced up at you then quickly looked away to wipe her tears. "Hey."

"You okay?" you said.

"Yeah. Just boy problems."

"I feel that-- I mean girl problems, not boy problems." You stammered as you tried to correct yourself, which made her huff a laugh. "I'm Y/N, by the way."

"Hope."

"Hey, you know what helps with boy problems? Stuffing your face with food. I'm actually heading to the grill if you want, must be pretty chilly out here."

She looked up at you and flashed a soft smile. "I'm fine."

You nodded before heading off inside but later came back with a to go bag and a milkshake.

"Mind if I sit here?" you asked.

Hope didn't expect to see you as she looked up over her shoulder again.

"I know what you said, but misery loves company, right?"

"Thanks." she said, sliding over.

You sat down, laying the food out between you two. "I don't know what you like, so I just got you a burger and fries."

"That's alright."

“You want to talk about it? The boy problems?”

“You know, I’ve kind of spilled my guts to a stranger already.”

“Well I bet that stranger didn’t get you any comfort food.” you said, popping a french fry in you mouth.

“Actually, he did give me a peanut butter blast.”

“Peanut butter blast, really? I’ve always kind of thought was overrated.”

Hope raised her eyebrows with a light smile. “Oh really? And what’s your shake of choice?”

“Strawberry. And you know what’s even better than that?” You took the lid off your milkshake and dipped another one of your fries in it.

“What are you doing?” she laughed.

“What? It’s good, it’s the perfect combination of sweet and salty. Come on, don’t hate on it until you’ve tried it.”

She shook her head. “No way.”

“Fine, but you’re missing out.” you said, eating it.

The two sat on the bench and talked while you ate. You asked her if she was new in town so you gave a run down of the workings of Mystic Falls and Hope nodded along to all the things she already knew and then you both got into your relationship problems. Then eventually it got late and was time to go home.

“You need a ride home?”

“No, it’s fine. You’ve already done enough, it’s all good.”

“You sure? It’s really not a problem.”

“I’m sure. I, uh, live close to to here actually.”

“Alright then. “ you said getting up, and patting your pockets for that pencil you forgot to put in your binder. “Well I’m just going to leave my number here on this napkin and if you need a friend or anything, feel free to hit me up.”

. . .

You got home after the big fight with the stallions and was patching yourself up when Hope sent you a text asking if you were free to hang out.

"Hey. Come in."

"Hey. Your parents home?" she asked as she stepped inside, making sure she wasn't interrupting anything.

"No. My mom's working late and my dad's out with some friends, we're good." you assured her before closing the door behind her.

You made your way back to the couch to make another attempt at bandaging your hand and that's when Hope saw it along with the shiner on your temple.

"What happened?" she asked, sparked with concern.

"You did hear? There was this huge brawl between the Timberwolves and the Stallions after the game. Again apparently."

"Are you okay?"

"Oh yeah, don't worry it could've been worse. Like this one guy, Aaron: broken nose."

You continued to wrap your hand until Hope intervened, taking a seat next to you. "Here. Let me help you with that." she said, seeing as you were doing it wrong.

You watched her, she was gentle and you noticed how soft her hands were. You then looked up at her and just stared for a moment.

"What?" Hope asked, catching you after she was done.

"Nothing." you said, but still somehow you couldn't take your eyes off her. She was just so pretty. You just kept staring into those blue eyes of hers, then you noticed your gaze slipping down to her lips.

To your surprise, she leaned in first for the kiss. You kissed once before pulling back, then you both dove back in. She grabbed your neck and pulled you closer while your went up her thigh. Eventually, you found yourself on top of her, your hand gliding up to her breast.

You could feel yourself growing hard as things progressed, and so could she. She broke away from you. "You have any--"

"In my room."

You two got up from the couch and went to your room where you started to strip each other of your clothes, kicking the door shut behind you.

As soon as your underwear fell to the floor she immediately pushed you onto bed, crawling in your lap. You could feel your cock getting even stiffer from her hips rocking back and forth.

You reached over into your desk drawer beside your bed and took out a condom. Hope lifted her hips up so you could slip the rubber on. She lowered herself onto you. Moans fell from both of your lips as she adjusted to your size.

She wrapped her arms around you as she began to ride you, her pace starting slow. she let out a moan which was muffled by your lips. She held on tight as you rocked your body. You felt your lips move along her jaw as your hands grabbed her ass.

"Fuck.." she groaned as you nipped at her ear.

You moved down, biting gently down on her collarbone and leaving a mark. Hope bit her lip as she started to ride harder. You felt your lips move along her bare chest as you moved downward. You used your bandaged hand to knead her breast . As you did so Hope arched her back, moaning as you teased her.

"Ah..yeah..." You moved your lips to her nipple, sucking on it and making her gasp.

You stopped her a second then flipped her over onto the bed, as you did so you lost your balance and fell on top of her. You both laughed as you propped yourself back up.

“Sorry, that usually goes better.” you said.

Hope giggled as she kissed you. She pressed your body up against hers as you slid back into her. You started to thrust your hips and eventually you found your way back to the pace you guys were once at before as you felt her legs wrap around your waist.

"Mmmm.." you moaned.

"Oh fuck.." Hope whined.

You quickened your pace and a few moments later you could feel yourself coming closer to your climax. You could also tell she was coming as her body convulsed and she dug her nails into your back. You gently ran your fingertips over her clit.

"I'm gonna..." she said in a long-winded whine as you felt her tighten around you.

You guys came and rode out your highs together. You collapsed besides her. “Wow..”

“Yeah...” Once you guys caught your breath, she got up and slipped on your shirt. “I should get cleaned up.”

“For sure,” you said, sitting up. “It’s the second door on the right.”

She left and you took of your condom and threw it away, using a tissue to clean off the excess on you. You then crashed back on to the bed and when Hope got back, you were already passed out.

The next morning, the both of you tangled amongst the sheets, you were woken up by a loud knock at your door. "Y/N, get up. You're gonna be late for school." you heard your father say.

You swore under your breath as you glanced over to Hope who looked just as startled as you. "I'm up." you called out.

"I'm off to work. And your mom's asleep so don't wake her up."

"Alright, see ya."

You waited for your father to leave before you and Hope started to scramble for your clothes and slip them on.

As you guys made you way to the door, you paused when you caught a glance of the kitchen. "Shit. Hey, I'll buy you breakfast on our way to school."

"it's fine, you don'––"

"You serious? Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. Don't worry about it." you smiled, holding the door for her.

You pulled up to the school after making a pitstop for some coffee and whatnot. You sat awkwardly quiet for a second before Hope opened the door.

"Thanks." Hope said.

"Yeah, no problem.. I had a good time last night."

"Me too... Anyways I should probably get going." She opened the door and step, grabbing her coffee, then Maya ran into her.

"Y/N, I didn't know you knew Hope." Maya greeted.

"Just giving the her a ride, that's all." you replied, flashing a friendly smile.

"And a coffee? I should let you drive me around too." she joked.

"Alright, I better find a place to park. See you guys around."

While you drove off, Maya teased Hope about you as they walked together, but Hope wasn't really one to kiss and tell.

You guys still saw each other around school, but the next time you hooked up was at a house party Maya convinced Hope to going to. You had caught her sitting on a couch as everyone else mingled. You managed to get her to loosen up and dance with you then when one thing led to another, you two ended up hook up in the bathroom.

After that you and Hope found yourselves hooking up even more, mostly when you were feeling lonely. Then because it felt good and you had grown really fond of each other. As your 'relationship' progressed, you started hooking up not just outside of school, like texting each other during class to make out under the bleachers. Soon people started notice how much you two hung out, the hickeys on your neck and how Hope sometimes wore your letterman's jacket.

There was a fine line between whether you and Hope were dating or just something casual. You agreed on labelling yourselves as friends, even though at this point you knew there was a real connection forming, but you were okay with that or at least you thought you were. There would be days where she would run off with no explanation and when she returned she suddenly started act strange around you.

"I don't know, Man, she just seems weird all the time lately. You think it's her ex?" you said to Ethan as you helped set up for the Commonwealth Day festival.

"Have you thought of talking to her, maybe?" He replied.

"Come on, no one wants to be that guy."

"Do you like her?"

"I don't know. Things are just better when she's around and I don't want anything screw it up."

"Then I think you know what you should do. Anyways, we should get to practice."

As you guys left for practice, you looked around for Hope only to find that she disappeared somewhere. This was becoming very like her now.

You kept thinking about Hope throughout the day and what you might say. You tried texting her a couple times here and there, but she didn't answer.

After you when done with you were done with your plans for the day, you went to the festival where saw Hope at one of the tables.

"Hope?" you said, taking a seat by her.

"Y/N. Hey." she said a bit solemnly.

"Where have you been all day? I tried texting you."

"Sorry. Something came up with some old friends."

"Yeah, that seems to be happening a lot lately." You sighed. "Hey, I need to ask you something."

She looked at you and just at you were about to open your mouth, you were interrupted.

"Hope?"

You both turned your heads to see a curly haired boy.

"Landon."

#hope x male reader #hope mikaelson imagine #legacies #smut

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fruitcoops · 4 years ago

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Can you do one where it turns out greyback injuring Remus way back years ago was actually caught on camera and that video of young remus getting his shoulder ripped is like released at a hockey game on the screen or maybe just put online and everyone sees what happens Omg please I'm begging you to do this!!! ILYYY

Hello anon! This is a really interesting idea and I’ve been thinking about it for a while--the NHL doesn’t allow security cameras in locker rooms, but I assumed there would be audio somewhere from one nearby. People who leak ~scandalous information~ on the internet are literally the worst.

Sweater Weather credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for graphic descriptions of injury (mostly the sounds)

“How did this happen?” Remus asked, wincing internally at the tremor in his voice. He was shaking from head to toe; it was a miracle he hadn’t started screaming yet. Then again, he wasn’t sure that he would be able to stop. “How the hell did this happen?”

“We don’t know,” Alice said quietly in the chair across from him. “This information was confidential and we haven’t even presented it to the NHL board for review. Someone must have leaked it to the press.”

“Why does this keep happening to me? First Sirius, and now—” He pressed his lips together as his voice cracked. There were a few beats of silence. “Why did you call me in here? I already saw it on the internet.”

“We need you to confirm it was you and Fenrir.” Alice looked him in the eyes. “If you don’t think you can listen to this, Remus, that’s okay, but it will help us build a stronger case to get him punished.”

He took a deep breath. “Can—can Sirius come and sit with me for it?”

“Of course.” She stood and left the room, leaving him alone with the coach.

“You’ve listened to it, haven’t you.”

Arthur nodded. “I’m so sorry, Remus.”

“I don’t need you to be sorry, I need people to not look at me like some sob story.” Bitter fury rose in his throat, though he wasn’t angry with Arthur. “I worked hard to get there and even harder to come back. I’m done dwelling on the past. This is going to undo everything and I’m sick of it.”

“Did the team know?”

“I told some of them when Sirius was at All-Stars.” Remus knew Arthur remembered the fight; he had chewed Sirius out for it as soon as practices resumed. “Didn’t tell my parents, though.”

Arthur closed his eyes and let out a long breath. The door clicked open behind him. “Re?”

“Hey, baby.” Instant relief washed over Remus, though he still felt like he would lose it at any moment.

Sirius settled into the chair next to him and held out his hand—Remus took it immediately, scooting their chairs closer together so their shoulders touched. “Are you ready?” Alice asked, picking up a remote. Remus nodded.

The video was grainy, but the audio was pristine. A few voices—familiar voices, I remember them clear as day—jumbled together as the last members of the team filtered out of the locker room. “See you tomorrow, Moony!” one called over his shoulder. “Great game!”

“Bye, Tags!” Remus said from inside. Did I really sound that young?

The hallway outside the locker room was empty; he heard himself shifting around inside as he stretched out. Left thigh, right thigh, left calf, right calf, reach and roll. “Hey, Lupin.” Fenrir’s gravelly voice made him freeze and Sirius rested his other hand on top of theirs.

“Sup, Backer.” A light smack signaled their fistbump. “That was a beautiful goal you had at the end of the third, by the way. The scouts definitely saw.”

“They certainly did. Are your folks here tonight?”

“Yeah, Jules was so excited. He’s been bouncing off the walls for the past couple days.” The unbridled fondness in his younger voice was a balm. Jules had been convinced that he would be drafted to the NHL right after that game.

“They’re saying you’ll be number one.”

“Really?” Young Remus laughed. “I dunno, man, there are a lot of players this year. You and me are neck and neck, right?”

Dumbass! he wanted to shout. Just shut up for once! “Neck and neck,” Fenrir muttered, barely loud enough for the camera to pick up. “Hey, do you need a hand with your stretches?”

“Sure, thanks. Might have a bruise from your pads tomorrow, eh?” The friendly joke made him wince. More shuffling noises followed. The hall stayed empty.

“Here?” Fenrir asked. There was a dangerous edge to his voice and Remus swallowed around the sudden dryness of his mouth.

“Yeah, that’s—okay, that’s actually a bit too far, can you let up a bit? Fenrir, you’re pulling too hard.” Panic seeped in. “Fenrir, stop, you’re hurting me—”

There was a horrible cracking noise and younger Remus’ strangled shout cut off abruptly as his shoulder came out of the socket. He squeezed his eyes shut and gripped Sirius’ hand. If he focused, he could still feel Fenrir’s fingers pressing his face into the mats.

“‘Look at me, I’m Remus Lupin, I’m the fastest player on the ice and I’ll be number one’,” Fenrir mimicked as Remus’ agonized whines continued. “You think you’re so clever. So perfect. You’ve never had to work a day in your life. I’m the best player out there and the scouts are fucking idiots if they think you’re better.”

A muffled wail ended with a gasp and a series of pops. “Please—”

“Shut the fuck up,” Fenrir growled. “Look at you now, crying like a girl. You’re never going to tell anybody about this, because I know your secret.” Remus’ breath shuddered. “Oh, yeah, I know all about you. If you even think about tattling, everyone is going to know.”

“Ple—ah.” Sirius’ grip tightened around his fingers as Remus’ sharp cry caught in his chest. The green-tinted video fuzzed out for a moment, but still nobody walked past. Fenrir had planned this well.

“You’re nothing now, Lupin. You are damaged goods and you’ll never set foot on the ice again.” His voice lowered. “If you do, I’ll find you.”

There was a thud as he finally released Remus’ arm and quiet, wheezing sobs filled the silence. “What did you do to me? Oh my god, oh my god, it hurts so much, what the hell did you do?”

Remus tasted something salty on the edge of his lips and pressed his thumb against Sirius’ ring. This was real. This was his. Sirius loved him. The team loved him.

“I did what I had to do. Say hi to Jules for me.”

The locker room door opened a few seconds later and Fenrir walked out, flexing his hand. With the open door, Remus’ hoarse weeping was clearer as he was left alone on the floor. The video ended.

“Remus.” Alice held out a box of tissues, her voice gentle as the screen went dark. He reached out for one, but his hand was shaking too bad to grab it; Sirius took one and carefully wiped his cheeks dry with feather-light touches.

“That was him,” Remus managed around the boulder in his throat. “That was Fenrir Greyback, and that was me.”

“Would you be able to swear it in court?”

“What the fuck do you think?” Remus snarled. Sirius ran his thumb over his knuckles. “Do you want to see the scars on my shoulder, too? What reason do I have to lie?”

“I meant are you prepared to talk about this in front of people?” Alice rephrased, calm and collected as ever. “This is a traumatic event and I don’t want to force you into anything.”

“Remus, you’re a valued player on the team,” Arthur said. “I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you’re safe in this league.”

“Don’t look at me differently. Now that you know this, now that everyone knows, people will treat me like I’m fragile. I’m the same person I was two days ago and this will not change how I play.”

“I know.” Arthur folded his hands on the desk. “You’re a fighter, Loops. That’s one of the reasons I wanted you on my team.”

“Do you two need a moment before you head back out?” Alice asked, glancing between him and Sirius. “We’re going to kick the reporters out and then everyone’s going to go home for the day while we talk to the board.”

“We do, yeah.” Remus’ voice wavered and coach stood, following Alice into the hall.

“Oh, mon loup,” Sirius murmured, standing and pulling him into a hug. A kiss pressed against the top of his head and Remus grabbed the back of his soft shirt like it was the only thing holding him steady. “I am so sorry.”

“You already knew.”

“No, I didn’t. You told me, but—” Sirius faltered. “I had no idea how bad it was. The things he said to you…”

“Were wrong.” Remus finished. He had spent so many long nights and dark days convincing himself of that.

“They were wrong. You are not damaged goods,” Sirius said fiercely, pulling back to hold his face in his hands. His eyes were fiery. “Listen to me, Remus. You are not damaged. You are everything to me and I love you for exactly who you are.”

“I love you, too.” Remus’ lower lip wobbled and he rested his forehead on Sirius’ chest again. “Hearing it—I already knew what happened, but hearing it was horrible.”

“It was.”

“I’m sorry I made you listen with me.”

“Don’t be sorry, mon amour. I’m with you through the good, the bad, and everything else. I’m glad I was with you for this.”

“The team…” He trailed off and sighed. “I don’t want them to see that. My folks, too.”

“I think they already have,” Sirius admitted. “But they love you so much and they’ll be here for whatever you need.”

“We have to go sometime.” He took a deep breath and stepped back, rubbing his eyes and kissing Sirius quickly. “Alright, let’s go.”

They made it four steps down the hall before James appeared and engulfed Remus in a hug. “Holy shit, I’m so angry,” he choked out on a harsh breath. “I love you, man.”

“Love you too, J. Where’s everyone else?”

“Inside. I called dibs on first hug.”

“Have they all seen it?”

“Some of it. I don’t know if anyone watched it all the way through.” He sniffled and squeezed Remus tighter. “I don’t know how you came back from that.”

“PT helped.” He closed his eyes and leaned into James. “So did you guys. I couldn’t have made it this far without you.”

“Neither could we.” James pulled back. “Do you want to see them or are you heading out?”

“Heading h—”

“I want to see them,” Remus interrupted quietly. Sirius raised his eyebrows. “It’s going to happen sometime. Might as well be now.”

James nodded and walked over to the locker room door. “Ready?”

Remus laced his fingers with Sirius’. “Let’s do it.”

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olderthanthemorning · 4 years ago

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Be My Mistake (Draco Malfoy)

pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader, ex!George Weasley x Reader

summary: trying to get over someone by getting under someone else doesn’t work out as well as everyone claims (based on the song “be my mistake” by the 1975)

wc: 2.4K

warnings: angst, some steamy scenes but no smut

a/n: hello! this is my first imagine and first time i’ve written anything for fun in actual years! i’d love feedback!

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Be my mistake Then turn out the light She bought me those jeans The ones you like

You fell next to me, still breathing heavily, and I rolled over onto my side, staring at the jeans that were thrown haphazardly across the room before we climbed into my bed. They were worn and hugged me in a number of places, all of which were right, according to you. In the moments after you said this, I couldn't think of a witty response, because your attention only reminded me where the pants came from. How I pulled them out of the gift bag and shrieked, and looked at him, who knew I had been eyeing them for weeks now at the local vintage store. I remember throwing my entire body onto his, trying to encompass all of my love and appreciation into one embrace, and the small laugh he let out. He wrapped his arms around my waist, where your hands had been moments ago. It didn't feel the same, though. You both have large hands, but his are rough and calloused contrasted by the warmth they always seemed to possess. Yours are smooth and gentle, but still obviously in control. Pale and slender, they're like icicles at times, but I don't mind, I'm thankful for the differences on nights like this one. Your soft snores bring me back to the present, and I turn back to see your eyes closed, so softly that it looks like you could open them at any moment. Your lips are parted slightly, your bare chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, a time signature to dance to. I take in the sight for a few seconds before turning again, my back to you as I strain to reach the small lamp and turn off the light. As I close my eyes, I wonder if tomorrow will be the day I wake up and find enough fulfillment in your hands to forget his.

I don't want a hug I just wanna sleep The smell of your hair Reminds me of her feet

I remember starting to cry as your lips moved with mine. It was silent, but unable to ignore. Bitterness and salty tears entered my mouth and ruined the moment. I remember feeling pathetic as you pulled away and open your eyes in concern, I mean who cries during a hook up? You kept asking me if I was okay and what was going on. I just want to keep going, I wanted your touch engulfing me so I couldn't think of anything else. I want to feel you and no one else. If it had been any other time I probably would've noticed the uncharacteristic softness in your tone as you tell me I can stay with you that night. I could tell you're trying to find a way to ask what was wrong, why I'm so upset, but I'm not interested in having a heart to heart with the boy I was sleeping with about the boy I was in love with, and how they weren't the same person, so I ignore your obvious curiosity. All I want is to sleep, and you're more than content to agree, preparing the blankets. You offer me one of your shirts to sleep in, but I shake my head and decide to just use mine. After a few minutes of silence, I lay down and think about how your bed is colder than I recall. You pull me into your chest, close enough that I could feel your breath, and smell your scent. Most of our encounters had smelled like sweat, sex, and desperation. But tonight you smell like rain and mint, and there was a musky wood smell left over from your conditioner. It brought me back to the summers with George. Running through the grass after a rain, our feet stomping through puddles that exploded and coated our legs in water and bits of mud. Trying to beat each other to the bottom of a hill, only to slip on the slick ground, tackling the other on the way down. His mother would scold us for tracking mud in the house, but would wrap us in towels and blankets and hand us cups of hot tea nevertheless. He would wrap his long arms around my shoulders for warmth and place his head on top of mine, humming a nameless melody. He whispers "I love you," but it's almost as if it's not to me. He speaks it to the room around us, as a quiet declaration. A way to let the place he loved, the place he grew up in, know how he felt. I feel more hot tears fall from my closed eyes onto your pillow and feel myself slip into sleep. The last thing I remember is your thumb wiping away the wetness on my cheek. It was slow but assured, like you had been practicing the motion for months.

So don't wait outside my hotel room Just wait 'til I give you a sign 'Cause I get lonesome sometimesSave all the jokes you're gonna make While I see how much drink I can take Then be my mistake

The portraits in the corridor are all sleeping as I slink back towards my common room. I can tell I've had about half a drink too many as I stare at the ground and try to feel like the hallway was moving sideways. The party in the Ravenclaw tower had been a good one, aside from the slightly pretentious music playing. I make a note to tell my roommate that the cute boy from your herbology class had asked about her again. A curse escapes my lips as I trip over my own feet and catch myself in time to look up and see you leaned against the wall next to the portrait entrance. "New day with the new legs, huh?" a knowing smirk creeps across your face and I roll my eyes. "Verrrrry funny, Draco. You been waiting here all night?" I approach him and link my hands together behind his neck, pulling him closer to whisper in his ear, "I can sneak you upstairs if you want." You frown, becoming aware of the alcohol on my breath and sigh, "No, I actually think you should go up to bed. I'll talk to you in the morning."

"You're no fun," the skin on your neck is sweet and tender and I start to pepper it with kisses, trying to convince you to stay, "come on, I know you want to."

"No, you're drunk," you lift my arms and duck under the hold I have you in.

"Then why are you even here?" I can feel a spark of agitation growing in my chest, fueled by the heat left behind by the alcohol. "If you didn't come here to for that then why did you come at all?"

"I came here to talk, y/n, I didn't think you would be wasted." You scoffed and looked away, you thought after all the nights together, it wasn't a surprise you wanted to see me again.

"Please, that's not what this is. It's just sex. You know that." I turned away in annoyance, looking around to focus on anything but your eyes burning into my back.

"You cried to me and you sleep in my bed, I'm sorry if I thought that meant it was maybe more than sex!" I can hear the frustration in your voice.

I whipped around, "well it's not! it's just fucking. I told you that from the beginning. I don't know why you're getting attached, you're not my bloody boyfriend!" On the last word I push you, huffing in anger, pieces of my hair dangling in front of my face.

You back up, mostly out of shock, as my push couldn't actually throw your large frame off balance. There's a glimmer of hurt in your eyes, but mostly it's a look of defeat as you just say, "clearly," pressing your lips into a thin line and spinning to walk away down the dimly lit hall.

"That was brutal," a portrait of an older man holding a french horn said looking at me.

"Fuck off," I say before turning to say the password and enter the common room.

I shouldn't have called 'Cause we shouldn't speak You do make me hard But she makes me weak

A week later you're in my room again, loosening your tie and slipping your hands under my sweater. Neither of us had said anything about the argument, but what we were doing didn't require talking, so it wasn't brought up. Your lips are on mine, full of longing and lust, frantic to continue. Our tongues fought for dominance as I fell backwards onto my bed, you fell on top of me, your firm body flush on mine. It's hungry, like we are both searching for something in each others' lips. You taste like spearmint and cigarettes and kind of like darkness, like kissing cold shadows. It was a refreshing vapor that left wherever you touched tingling. It was like the reality of a cloud, misty yet powerful. It wasn't like kissing George. Kissing George was like that feeling of waking up for a split second in the morning and being able to close your eyes again and be reemerged in the amazing dream you were having. It was relieving. It made me think about the song that goes "I'll stop the world and melt with you," because that's what it was like. I was completely at his disposal, vulnerable and open, but so was he. He tasted like honey and citrus, which reminded me of warm summer days. The kisses were often broken up by laughs as we stumbled around whatever room or corner we were in, George usually hitting his head on something, and me kissing it better as he buried his face in my neck, covering it and my shoulder in smaller kisses.

You bite my lip and I moan, remembering who I'm with. Opening my eyes, I can't help but feel a small drop in my stomach, like something was lost. I try to focus on the feeling of your hands on me, needy but confident, but I can't push the feeling completely away. It sits near me on the bed side table, not interfering, but waiting, watching, knowing that it'll have my attention once you and I are finished.

And don't wait outside my hotel room Just wait 'til I give you a sign 'Cause I get lonesome sometimes Save all the jokes you're gonna make

While I see how much drink I can take Then be my mistake

On my way to my table for breakfast, I make a deliberate detour to the Slytherin table. The usual gang surrounds you as you laugh at their jokes between sips of juice. Your smile is casual, and you look happy. You always look more beautiful when you look happy. I barely have to stop as I lean down and whisper in your ear, "meet me outside my common room during free period." By the time you turn to look at me, I've continued walking to my table. In the past, most of our interactions happened after nightfall, but I was feeling different today, confident almost. If Pansy didn't like me talking to you, she could bring it up with me, herself.

The first two classes of the day tick by at an agonizing pace. It felt like every fifteen minutes I would check the clock only to see that it had been two. Thankfully, the period had ended and I headed towards the familiar path to the common room. It had been a dull lesson, the continuation of the previous day's lecture on the various types of confundus charms, and how to know which to use depending on the size of the recipient, and how many fingers they had. I think if I had to lose a finger I'd choose my right ring finger, because it wouldn't hinder my ability to make pinky promises or make rude gestures. I know you wouldn't choose that one, though, because that's the finger that you wear your favorite ring on. The silver should make you're skin look even paler but the jewelry just extenuates the divots and curves of your slender fingers. I can't help but notice this is the first time I've ever been able to think about that ring without rolling my eyes.

The corridor outside my common room was pretty empty, seeing as most students were in class. There is no sign of you yet so I decide to sit on the floor and wait. I wonder if you've been having as much trouble in potions as I have. Probably not, you were always so clever in that class, maybe you could help me study. Imagining a nook in the library with a table that is ever-slightly too small for all of our things. Our elbows would touch and we would look up at each other and giggle, but other than that it would be silent. Yes, that would be nice. Another few minutes pass by and I can feel myself begin to grow impatient. Surely you can't still be kissing a teacher's ass? A voice starts coming from around the corner and my head lifts in time to see two fifth year boys walk past, one giving a detailed run down of the most recent quidditch game. I pull a book out of my bag and flip through the pages of muggle poems from my muggle studies class. Stopping every few pages, I find myself enjoying many of them. They are short and concise. I can appreciate their ability to say such grand declarations in so few words. Even the words themselves are mischievous, alone they mean nothing, scenarios of everyday life. However, in context, they dance with others to create metaphors. It was almost how wizard photos would capture a movement, a specific moment, rather than just an image. I come across a single sentence that reads, "If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more." At first it means nothing. In fact, it takes an entire minute for my mind to drift back to George. I'm almost proud that it takes so long, because I know a few weeks ago my mind would've been occupied before I even read the statement. The time on my watch tells me it has now been an hour since I expected to see you leaning against the very wall my back pressed against now. For a second time I come to a thought that I probably should have come to sooner. You're not coming.

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sinkix · 4 years ago

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- What your fav Haikyuu!! Character says about you│Karasuno edition -

Obviously these aren’t meant to be taken too seriously lol. I’ll probably make this into a series at some point where I include the other teams idk this took me way too long to do JWIDJQENWKJQFN WE’LL SEE. ENJOY! <3

2D men are infinitely superior I said what I said.

Hinata:

A sucker for motivational speeches or quotes and they always get you hyped up.

Very ambitious and positive despite frequently getting lost in life

Not as innocent as you seem but still a cinnamon roll lololol

You probably eat fruit as a regular snack n ppl judge you for it

Highkey a dumbass but in a very endearing way so people can’t help but like you

Summer is probs ur fave season

Definitely own several plushies and definitely get defensive about it

The friend people go to when they need cheering up.

You either go to bed at 8pm or 3am no in between.

Your texting style consists of several messages as opposed to one paragraph/sentence with the use of MANY emojis.

You 100% fuck with pineapple on pizza.

Got your head stuck in a cat flap that one time.

Have a hella low alcohol tolerance or don’t drink at all.

Hella clueless when it comes to people flirting with you, they have to hold a neon sign in front of you for you to get the message

“Oh you were flirting with me?” “I was every day for 5 months but thanks for finally noticing”

Definition of a tab hoarder, your pc/laptop frequently crashes because it can’t handle that many but you refuse to get rid of any.

Always get toothpaste stains on your shirt no matter how careful you are.

“Wait we had homework???”

Nishinoya:

You often get random bursts of energy outta nowhere or at 2am and have no clue how to handle it

You can’t help but head bang and scream the lyrics to your fav songs.

Probably have a hella diverse music taste.

Likely an active/outdoorsy person who either does sports or wants to.

Vvv loyal, type of friend you can call in the middle of the night and you’ll be there.

Chaotic good or Chaotic neutral.

You’re either one of the most responsible people in the room or one of the most fuckin chaotic and irresponsible lmao no in between it just depends on your mood.

Frequently pull all nighter’s and doesn’t even feel guilty about it

Chug soda like it’s water.

An extrovert or one of those introverts that are bat-shit once you actually get to know them.

You have zero shame, can and will run across the street stark naked for a cheeseburger and a can of sprite.

Like fuck yeah who wouldn’t for a burger and some sprite y’know??

Despite being a whirlwind you are actually a hella chill person to have as company.

You own a skateboard or want to.

Own at least one pair of converses or vans.

Probably have a bucket list or tons of future plans for travelling/adventures stored in your head.

You really want a dog and would call it something like Dexter or Human Destroyer 9000.

Likely have had several hair colour phases.

A slut for doritos.

You ate glue once as a kid and it was kinda okay and that fact still haunts you.

Tanaka:

Listen to rap more than any other genre and ur playlist is fire

Punched dry wall that one time

Probably have several piercings and plan on getting more

Prefer sports bras to regular ones.

Intimidates outsiders but your friends don’t take you seriously in the slightest lmaoaoaooa

Ppl find it hard to approach you but you’re actually super chill so you get sad

Definition of that Kanye meme “before you talk to me” >:( “after you talk to me” :)

Probably don’t trust people easily

Type of person that once you’re challenged/dared to do something they WILL do it regardless of how stupid bc you hate being called a pussy.

Went through a phase where you only listened to Eminem.

Probably is/was the class clown or wished they were.

You have virtually no patience and a pretty short temper lmao.

You’re a go-getter and hate being told you can’t do something

Definitely snuck out the house several times as a teen.

Walks barefoot outside a lot bc fuck shoes lol

The pairs of shoes you do own are mostly worn down sneakers you refuse to swap out.

You’re that asshole that wears socks with holes in for the sport of it and it doesn’t phase you in the slightest. (dw I do too lmaooao)

Could probably bench press someone’s dad

Enjoy’s drinking coffee.

Kageyama:

Such a picky eater bitch god damn.

Usually hella hydrated and judge people that don’t drink enough water.

Eats spoonfuls of chocolate nesquik powder when no one is looking I said what I said

You like stoic and Tsundere guys who have the outer emotional capacity of a brick wall.

You’re probably the same in that sense and don’t enjoy letting people know what you’re thinking/feeling

Poker face 90% of the time

Type of person to pretend not to find a joke funny but then crumble and start crying with laughter.

Probs an introvert

Once when someone asked you what you wanted for Christmas you responded “to be left the fuck alone” and it still applies to this day.

like fr you just wanna be left alone man but ppl keep bothering you.

You HATE it when people tell you to smile and quite literally take it as an insult.

Your bedtime is 9pm and you stick by it religiously

Always smell really good like damn what you got on??

The most you do with your hair if it’s long enough is throw it in a pony tail and call it a day.

Either have really nicely manicured nails or you’v chewed them down to the nub no in between.

You hate to admit it but you doubt yourself a lot and it really frustrates you.

Probably wet the bed a lot as a kid and you’re still salty about it.

lololol bed-wetter Kags lover

Audibly snorted typing that I’m sorry.

Probably had a ._. face reading that since ur usually hella unamused.

Cute awkward dork though behind that facade it’s just most people don’t see it.

So critical of yourself like chill

An earth sign or an Aquarius idc.

Do not know how to reciprocate a hug but desperately need one

When people flirt with you you somehow manage to make them intimidated with your responses and scare them off.

You called your teacher “mum/dad” once and you get Vietnam flashbacks to this day.

Daichi:

You probably have a daddy kink and lowkey daddy issues with it

Very supportive friend who has a lotta patience

Hella determined and humble.

Mostly wear black because it’s just much easier than colour coordinating and plus you just prefer the simplicity, but you’re pretty vibrant as a person.

The one who stays sober at parties to drive the others home.

Probably haven’t been in many relationships but still do enjoy romance.

seems stern but is actually very friendly and enjoy company bc you don’t like spending too much time by yourself.

Honestly just wants to chill out, go to bed and read a book.

A coffee connessieur but mostly just drinks instant bc ur too lazy to make it properly and just drink it black.

Very reliable.

Often get stuck with most of the work during group projects lololol

People frequently ask you for the answers to the homework/assignment and it really depends on your mood and how charitable you’re feeling as to whether you’ll lend it to them

Low-key a sadist.

100% Old soul

Despite this you are a fuckin dork and have quite an immature but really funny sense of humour.

You have a thigh kink.

Def grew up reading wattpad smut and most of ur sexual knowledge stems from that

probably prefer manga to animated versions

Absolute pro at winged eyeliner and looks v good in it.

Probably give lectures even without realising it.

Shamelessly watches the nature channel for hours on end and what of it.

Honestly just done with everyone’s shit lmao

Sugawara:

Either are the mom friend or the one the mom friend has to look after.

You vibe with pastel colours

Your fav season is either spring or autumn.

oversized hoodies and knitted sweaters are your vibe.

Enjoy drinking herbal tea

Likes the smell of rain and will purposely step outside after a storm and S N O R T the smell of damp concrete. (srry if ur from some dry ass place like nevada lmao it rains alot in the UK soooOOOoO)

Quiet but have a really creative imagination and has one HELL of a loud voice when they’re pissed off

like,, I wouldn’t dare get on ur nerves ion want my ear drums bursting damn.

Hoards flavoured chapsticks and scented lip gloss

Either did or still have your Harry Potter house in your bio and it was probably Hufflepuff.

Gives people advice that they are fully aware also applies to themselves but doesn’t follow it LMAO.

Listens to K-pop and several Korean and Japanese genres.

Played a dating sim once and you enjoyed it but ur still ashamed and refuse to ever talk about it.

Smells like lavender or something hella floral

Probably reads a lot of Yaoi and no one else knows but you.

Would 100% own a chinchilla

Read Killing Stalking and it messed you up for weeks.

Asahi:

The one who was trying to flirt for months and the other person never got the hint

Probably a really pretty crier and vibe with the mascara running aesthetic.

You tear up easily lol.

Probably a water sign.

Low-key a bad bitch though

Looks really good in red lipstick

That one person who’s v attractive but completely unaware and v insecure.

That one friend who seems so soft and innocent but can turn into a banshee when need be.

Crying is your therapy.

You overthink a LOT and it often stops you from achieving what you want.

Actually have a lot of willpower despite ur sensitivity.

Was def a pushover as a kid and still have a chip on your shoulder about it.

Hella artsy and day dreams a lot.

You attract broken souls and often get turned to when people’s problems need fixing yet you’re a total mess yourself

Listens to Girl in red while questioning your sexuality

which you do a lot.

You hate being put in a box or labelled.

Gave up on that hobby that one time and you really wanna get back into it.

Always have at least one hair tie on your wrist that’s basically an accessory at this point.

Own a phat ass fish tank with hella pretty fishes bro it’s such a vibe say hi to Nemo for me.

Yamaguchi:

Too scared to ask for extra ketchup packets so you get your friend to ask instead.

Probably have anxiety.

The time you stuttered once when introducing yourself frequently gives you cringe attacks.

Major animal lover and prefers them to people.

Talked to a tree once and it was a pretty cool experience.

Wear a lot of pink or cute colours and radiate babi energy.

Likely wear skirts

Wear those aesthetic planets necklaces and your tumblr is filled with space related art and themes.

Enjoy staring up at the clouds and figuring out what animal they are.

Has a lot of secrets that they probably tell to their cat.

dw ur cat isn’t a snitch they got you covered.

“meow”

yeah they definitely didn’t just try to reveal ur deepest traumas to your cousin.

If you don’t have a cat you probably would want one and would call it Mittens or sumn.

You’re whipped for freckles and anyone that has them instantly becomes 1000x more attractive to you

Either like 5′2″ or 5′10″ no middle ground

Definitely own a turtle or rabbit and if you don’t then you should.

Forgets your assignments but the professor lets you off because you’re so nervous they can’t scold you.

Oversleeps at least 2 times a week

Will not get up before 1pm on a weekend

Wall flower at parties but people still approach you bc you are so friendly and kind.

Social anxiety intensifies.

Always get’s called on in class when you haven’t been paying attention and it really troubles you.

Has a minimum of 3 blankets on your bed that you cocoon yourself in.

Tsukishima:

Your attracted to snarky assholes.

Sarcasm and insults are your form of flirtation and you get immediately turned off if they can’t take it or get upset.

Probably shy away from your feelings

Random flashbacks to embarrassing events frequently keep you up at night

Judge peoples fashion choices as they walk past you but actually have a really good eye for what works and what doesn’t.

You look like you have your shit together and you kinda do for the most part.

The quiet kid in class that’s listening to some loud ass screamo or rock n roll’ but ppl have no idea.

Definition of the glinting anime glasses pushed up your nose bridge cliche.

When you make a mistake you question all your knowledge and abilities but no one else knows that about you

Refuses to cry since you view your emotions as a personal weakness

If someone hugged you you’d get VERY uncomfortable.

Physical contact is not your forte

Probably a 5′0″ demon.

Would peg a man to assert dominance but you’re actually a lil bitch.

Knows the answer to the question they can’t solve.

Doesn’t study as much as they should but somehow still gets good grades.

Really likes french fries and the taste of strawberries.

Just wants to be left alone

Ennoshita:

The one friend that gets talked over and it really pisses you off but you’re too nice to say anything.

Seems really passive but can actually be hella confrontational when they wanna be

No tolerance for peoples bullshit

Really stable and just an overall reliable person.

People often forget you’re in the room lmao but it’s okay you’d rather listen anyway.

Actually has a really interesting mind and a lot to say but mostly keep it to yourself unless they’re your friend

Answered for someone else in attendance a few years ago and it still bothers you.

People often come to you to vent and you’re chill with it

Don’t stand out much but honestly it doesn’t bother you

Can and will get through an entire book/series in a matter of 3 days.

Quite a minimalist and organised for the most part

You look like you have your shit together and you def do.

Have a controversial taste in pizza.

You have more acquaintances than friends but the ones you do are a v tight knit circle.

Will re take a quiz several times till you get the character you wanted

Radiate Virgo and Libra energy.

Kiyoko:

Type of person to say “step on me” as a way of complimenting and you mean it literally.

Both a sadist and masochist

When someone tells you their not interested it just makes you want them 100x more and it frustrates you why are you like this.

Doesn’t compliment often but when you do it’s really heartfelt.

Looks like your silently judging people but in reality you really couldn’t care.

Just kidding you low-key judge them anyway.

Very picky when it comes to partners.

Independent but has random hella clingy moments.

Despite being quiet, you are capable of roasting a bitch alive if they test your patience.

Like I would NOT wanna get on your bad side

You could deadass send them to therapy, their emotions fenna need some aloe vera for that burn.

Just really calm and relaxed tbh so people enjoy being in your company even though you don’t talk much.

When you do though it’s usually something really interesting or funny.

You just don’t see the point in talking if what your saying doesn’t hold any value??

You hate small talk and would rather slingshot yourself off a skyscraper than partake in it.

Your face is easy to read and you make no effort to hide it.

If your in a bad mood they WILL know.

Look like your plotting someones demise or questioning life’s theories but in reality you’re really just thinking bout what you want for dinner.

Honestly just a sweetheart tbh.

Low-key have a staring problem.

Has really neat and cursive handwriting like who tf taught you that.

Yachi:

Frequently says something then panics that it could be misinterpreted

You overthink literally everything you have ever said and the actions you haven’t even committed yet

Really likes the taste of sherbet

Could cut a bitch if they needed to

You spend most of your money at Urban Outfitters and don’t regret it.

have an assortment of colouring pencils that ppl always try and borrow and never give them back.

You highlight the shit outta your papers and never read them again.

Really like the smell of peaches

Probably have a v interesting earring collection.

Hoard water bottles in your room and you feel majorly guilty about it.

The taste of honey disgusts you but you eat it anyway for some reason.

Somehow managed to burn rice and solidify soup.

You shouldn’t be trusted in the kitchen but you try your best regardless.

I feel like that applies to most things in your life

Like yeah you fucked it up but like you’re trying your best lol cmon

V tolerant of people but have zero time for fuckboys and shut them down instantly.

You frequently get the shakes from caffeine or anxiety

Or both.

You give really encouraging hugs.

Have no clue what you wanna do in life but it’s ok bby it’ll work out.

Takeda:

You’re a very underappreciated and underrated person and I love u

Probably an English/languages major

Really kind and outgoing but high-key mysterious

Actually has a phat fucking temper like damn where did that come from.

Won’t take no for an answer when you want to achieve something.

That one person people don’t realise is there listening to your conversations but you definitely are and now know Becky’s deepest darkest secret.

Fuck you, becky.

Wore contacts once and forgot to take them out for 3 days.

You wondered why your eyes were so itchy.

Your music taste does not match your appearance.

Probably watch a lot of crime shows and imagine you’re an investigator

Aced physics and chemistry.

More than likely an introvert with extrovert tendencies when you feel like it.

Actually quite temperamental but it’s okay since you’re a v genuine person.

Often debate getting a sugar daddy bc that income looking real tempting rn.

Honest to a fault at times but it’s something people come to appreciate about you.

Just really wanna sleep for 15 hours and sit in front of your laptop with some hot coco.

Ukai:

You like older men

The smell of tobacco and coffee low-key comforts you for some reason.

Peed in a bottle that one time while on a road trip and forgot to throw it out until you found it a week later.

You’re a slut for dyed hair and dudes with piercings.

You once got drunk and passed out on a spinning round-a-bout in a park and your friend still has pictures that you refuse to acknowledge.

Bi-curious and just radiate big Bi energy

Would experiment but you’re too hesitant.

Hates the taste of beer but drinks it anyway.

Just wants to be loved man I stg is that too much to ask.

Often wonder if your friends actually like you then realise you don’t really care anyway lmao.

You still love them though.

Tired of working over time and just wanna catch a break.

Amazon Prime is your best friend.

Random ass parcels comin thru’ each day and it feels like Christmas.

A very lonely and one-man party Christmas.

Stop spending your fucking paycheck.

Have a pretty dark/cynical but really funny sense of humour and you often make people laugh.

Have a big ass temper and people KNOW it.

Often fantasised about dropping out and becoming a stripper bc your patience was being TESTED.

Really likes money but who doesn’t tbh.

You radiate Chaotic Evil but keep it under wraps.

#hq #haikyuu #karasuno #ukai keishin #takeda ittetsu #yachi hitoka #kiyoko shimizu #ennoshita chikara #tsukishima kei #yamaguchi tadashi #daichi sawamura #sugawara koushi #asahi azumane #tanaka ryuunosuke #nishinoya yuu #hinata shoyo #kageyama tobio

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ivyglow · 4 years ago

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sweet, red and sticky | Elias Pettersson

A/n: Late again ik, but hope you guys like it anyway. A huge shout out to @nhlguentzel for proofreading this piece <3 you’re an angel, Tori!!

Requested: yes

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: mention of anxiety

Prompt: 82. “You’re stained with my lipstick.”

You and Elias were not what most people would call friends. Well, when you first met, it was animosity at first sight and some even joked that you were jealous of his friendship with your brother Brock. But in reality, there was just something about him that would push all of your buttons at once, leaving you dazed and confused, and as much as you wanted to ignore his existence, he was always there hanging around your brother’s house or in every celebration you went to. Eventually, things started to escalate. Your bickering interactions began to end in secret make-out sessions.

At least, you two thought it was a secret.

Brock knew you better and he knew his best friend as well. He also knew that the jokes everyone made about you and Elias dating someday was more than likely going to become a reality. It was a Saturday night and the team was celebrating a win at Brock’s place. You tried to dodge the invitation but the guys were all in your messages and nobody was having it. So the only solution was to get dressed, head to your brother’s place, and then go to your room there and hide until the night was over. And you did it.

By the time you got there, everyone had already arrived and you made small talk for some minutes before disappearing to the purple and blue room. The end of the hall gave you enough distance to drown out most of the noise, however, even in the silent space, your mind was still pure confusion and tiredness as you lay there trying to stop the world for a minute or two. First, it was school and the tons of stuff you had to do but could not concentrate on for more than ten minutes, work came in second on the list with your boss always expecting more than you could give. It wasn’t like he was a bad guy or anything, he just had too much faith in you and it made your anxiety go to the roof. And then there was Elias and the makeout sessions. You never knew what they meant, where you two stood, what was really happening, and whether or not Brock was gonna be upset when he finds out about the two of you.

And so you wished for at least one full minute of no problems to worry about, nothing, just a stop on the constant spinning of your world.

“If you’re hiding to think about me, here I am” his voice echoed inside your mind along with the fast noise of the music and chatting before he closed the door behind him.

You lifted your head from the pillow to look at the man in front of you, a slim smile on his lips, so well shaped and soft when against yours... “Hey, you in there?” now he was sitting at the edge of the bed beside you, his hands right in front of your face trying to catch your full attention. And you see, that’s the thing about Elias, he liked to have it all. All of your attention, all of your kisses, it doesn’t matter. He always craved it fully, pulling the edges.

“You’re okay?” he asked, a concerned look on his eyes. You nodded a silent yes, not daring to look at him. “Honey, I’m used to your non-stop talking, and this is not a good silence, it’s a weird silence. You’re sure you’re good?” You almost cursed after the nickname. And you knew that if you simply took a look at his face or into his eyes, you would tell him all of your secrets. You were so tired of trying to suppress the feelings that tried to swim to the surface every time he showed up.

So when his thumb found your chin directing your face to his, you knew things would never be the same.

“I’m afraid you don’t like me the way I think I like you, and I’m afraid I’m not as good as my boss always thinks I am, or that I’m not smart enough to do all the stuff that I had to do this semester, but I don’t wanna worry anybody cause everyone always says that I have everything and there are people out there wishing they had my life and one minute I’m sad the other I feel guilty for being sad and I feel so dumb, Elias. I’m not even making sense, I’m sorry...”

“You are more than enough in every aspect of your life, y/n. I can go on all day telling you how good you are at everything you do,” his big hands cups your face, “except cooking, you are worse than Brock at trying to make breakfast,” he jokes, looking for at least a small smile, which he gets a chuckle.

“I know how to do instant noodles, doesn’t it count?” you look at him, tears still in your eyes but now an amusing smile on your face.

“Hell yeah, that’s more than enough to me.” His hands wipe your eyes one more time and you do a little turn to kiss the inside of his palm. Elias watches you intently like he usually does, like he’s reading a book or trying to piece puzzles on the right place...this time, he looks at you as if he liked you just as much as you liked him and it felt good, it felt refreshing and calm, like when you stare too long into his eyes and it reminds you of the ocean or the sky on a summer day, or your favorite dress when you were a little girl. And so when he softly pressed his lips against yours, it felt like home. The way his hands found their way into your hair and yours gripped his shoulders bringing his body as close as possible, or how he tasted so salty but sweet at the end. It all felt like home to you.

“Sweetie...” he trailed after one more peck on your lips. “Is it a new lip balm?”

You took some seconds to even your breathing before opening your eyes.

“It’s actually a new lipstick...” you contemplate saying it WAS a lipstick, considering he probably took it off while kissing you, but decided to just explain, too engrossed on the idea that he pays attention to how you taste, but Elias seemed to catch your thoughts on the air. “Oh fuck, my face is all red isn’t it?” you chuckle lightly and nod your head.

“Might as well take what’s missing,” he trails before going for your lips once again. You smile into the kiss and he directs his mouth to your neck, softly biting the spot he knows makes you laugh. You squeal before blindly searching for his lips on yours again, too engrossed in the moment to hear the footsteps on the hall or your door opening.

“Y/n, have you seen E-” Brock freeze on his tracks taking in the image in front of him.

“Oh fuck” you curse.

“It’s not what you think...” Elias starts, but the look on your brother’s face leaves you unsure about if he was even mad.

“Of course it is what he’s thinking, Elias, you’re stained with my lipstick...” you roll your eyes before laughing along with Brock.

“I knew it! You’re always too interested in how y/n’s doing and always wanting to know if she’s coming to games...” Now Elias looked more embarrassed than worried about Brock’s reaction. And then your brother looks at you, laughing again. “Oh my gosh, and I fell for your ‘I don’t care if he’s your best friend, he’s annoying’ talk.”

This time, you were the only one to roll eyes.

“Just saying, I’m okay with it, but not when I’m home, alright?” Brock opened the door, trying to control his laughter at the shade of pink Elias’ face got with his comment. Considering his lips were already red from your lipstick, it was a pretty funny view.

“Oh, fuck you, Brock!” You threw a pillow in his direction and he dodges it before walking to the hallway.

“And we still need to talk, the two of you and me” was the last thing you heard before he went his way.

You let out a sigh, relief, and embarrassment finally sinking.

“At least we don’t need to hide anymore,” the blonde beside you said before standing up to close and lock the door.

You arched your eyebrows, giving him a glare that was mostly a funny look. “You know he’s coming back here as soon as he notices it is closed, right?”

“Let me have at least twenty minutes of privacy with my girlfriend.” He made one of his comic faces and you giggled.

“You’re bold, aren’t ya?”

Elias smiled before slouching beside you on the bed. “I mean, you told me you like me, I like you, we’re together and stuff, how do you wanna call it?” You stop on your tracks for a second. “You like me?”

“Obviously. I was supposed to say it as soon as you started to rant, but I got distracted with your lipstick.” He was so casual about telling you he liked you, playing with the threads from the rip on your jeans. You turned to look at him with a small smile.

“I like you even more or so than you like me,” he whispered before kissing you, and by the look on his face, you knew that he was up to something. He looks at you with a devilish smirk, “Also, I like that lipstick too. For sure.”

#nhl imagine #elias pettersson #elias pettersson imagine #vancouver canucks #brock boeser #hockey imagine #elias pettersson request #mels writing

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jaxxandcomet · 4 years ago

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Goodnight, Pogues ∞ JJ x Reader

Summary: The carefree, confident and kind kook turned Pogue has an encounter with Rafe on the beach, leading to a few shots being fired.

Warnings: Blood, death, swearing, guns, sexual assault, sexual references ( if there is more let me know! )

Word Count: 2k!

This was not requested but I had the idea of a series where the seemingly perfect girl gets in an accident and it changes how she sees the whole world. Loosely based on On My Block, at the end of Season 1.

GIF by heapass

The day had been amazing. Full of blue sky, puffy white clouds, and salty spray. The ocean felt amazing underneath your board. The sun shifting through the water and rippling the sand below.

“Surfs up bitches!” You yell jokingly as JJ hits a huge wave, riding it perfectly before falling off at the end. You and Pope, who stands in the shallows next to you, leaning on his surfboard, laugh.

“You never swear.” Pope says and you nod at him. He was right, you never did. You were the perfect daughter to the kooks, smart, independent, kind, confident, carefree but because you hung out with the Pogues, basically lived at John B’s, and were dating JJ, the high strung people from Figure 8 never called you their own.

“I was joking mother fucker.” You answer Pope, as he smiles, bursting into laughter.

“I guess you’re changing then y/n.” Pope says and you shake you’re head.

Little did you know you would have no choice over the change coming.

A few minutes later JJ and John B paddle towards you all and you fall into you’re boyfriends arms. John B splashes you as a joke and you sink under the water, swimming under your surf board to grab his leg.

Popping up a few seconds later, Pope and JJ are doubled over in laughter, leaning against their boards for support.

“You screamed like a little baby, man!” JJ moves your board to hug you and you flip off John B, who’s face is almost too red.

“Good one y/n. You and JJ are the funniest people in all of Kildare County.” Pope said and John B shook his head.

“Sorry Johnny, its true.” You joke and flash another smile. By the time you hit more waves and walk back to shore, JJ and John B are drinking beers and the sun says its almost four.

“Chief. Nice waves you caught, baby.” JJ gives you and smile and pats next to him on a towel. A group of tourons next to you give you a look and JJ flips them off as you sit next to him.

“Sorry about that.” You say to the tourons. Its not like they know that you and JJ are together. Maybe they want to get in his pants, which you can understand. If you were them you’d want to steal JJ for yourself.

“So whats for the eating boys?” You ask and Pope walks up, shrugging. He sits down to your left.

“You.” JJ says and you playfully slap his arm.

“Sarah Cameron.” John B says and you roll your eyes at both of them.

“Not girls, dingus one and dingus two. Thank you for the compliment babe, but I mean like actual food.” You say back and they look unfazed. When John B started dating Sarah it was like a blow to the heart for you. John B and JJ had been there for you when you’re father left and your mother married a rich kook on the other side of the island. You’d basically fallen apart then. You felt like he’d been replacing you. But Sarah and him were made for each other, and you couldn’t break them apart if you tried, and you never would.

“We could throw a kegger after begging Ki for free food?” Pope suggests and you shrug.

“I’ll pay for you guys. Ki told me once that they give the leftovers to the homeless.” You say and JJ squeezes your arm.

“Your too amazing y/n.” He was right, you were the calmest, neatest, therapist like person the Pogues ever met. You’d never be seen getting angry, or not seeing the other side of things. If you friends got into an argument, you were always the mediator and tried to help them see the other side of the misunderstanding.

Loading up your gear, as well as helping Pope out, you pile into John B’s van and head over to The Wreck, and you see Ki outside, taking someones order.

You let JJ and Pope get out first and then shut the door behind you to grab your boyfriends hand and rub the back of his hand comfortingly. Sitting down at one of the tables near the back of The Wreck, Ki comes over, wearing a light pink ruffle crop top and jean shorts. Her curly hair is pulled up into a half bun, the ends frizzing. Her eyes sparkle as she eyes you all down.

“I got your orders already in boys and girl.” She says and sits down, signaling to her father at the bar that she is now on break. “I get off work in 30, what are we doing?” She asks, leaning against Pope as his face turns red. You’ve known forever that he is head over heals in love with Kiara, and you can’t really blame him. She’s gorgeous, smart, cares about the environment. You’ve tried to get the answer out of her if she likes him, but she never says anything, so you stopped pressing. You didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable.

“Kegger,” John B says and you see him typing something on his phone.

“Inviting Sarah Mr Kook?” JJ asks and you try to read John B’s face. He smirks and then looks up.

“What? Uh, yes. I think.” You nod your head. Sarah is a good person, perfect for John B. She, too, was entirely beautiful, kind and the best girlfriend for John B. They fit together like puzzle pieces.

“Have you given her some of that John D already, mate?” JJ asks and you groan, fixing your posture after you leaned over in fake anger.

“You don’t have the answer that John B, but we all want to know.” You say. He’d told you that he nailed a few girls, which you were okay with. John B had nailed you and been your first kiss, which was hard to explain to JJ. You’d been so into him freshmen year, and then, it happened. But now, John B was entirely Sarah’s and JJ was yours.

“I mean, yeah.” John B blushed and JJ’s hand and his met in a high five, just before he setting a hand on your thigh. The warmth spread through your body and you grinned at your boyfriend, leaning in for a kiss.

“Thats my boy, Pogue style.” JJ says and you cringe.

“Okay ya’ll, this is getting weird. I’ll be back with your food soon.” You watch as Ki walks away, and then turn to JJ to see his gaze following her, landing on her ass.

“Well since the food isn’t here yet, JJ, do you want to go and get the stuff for the par-tay?” John B says, scooting his chair loudly to get up. JJ shrugs and you give him one more kiss as he walks away towards the door. Its just you and Pope now.

“Did you see him watch Ki?” Your best friend says and you nod.

“Don’t you feel jealous? Like I mean, if I were dating someone and the person looked at another girls butt, I would be pissed.” Pope says and you make eye contact with him, shifting your weight on the table.

“I don’t blame him. I know I’m beautiful, but he spent a lot of his life looking for a girl to have sex with. He told me sometimes it slips his mind. Then he feels bad about it. I love him, I know I’m enough for him. We are a good couple. I feel safe, you know.” Talking through it made your emotions feel better. Even though you didn’t get mad, the feeling of saying things out loud always helped.

A few minutes later, JJ and John B come back, and Ki brings the food. Once everyones eaten, you all pile into the car, and John B hands you the keys to his van. You smile at him.

You normally drove John B’s car, mostly because you were the most confident and had the longest attention span. You sat in the front seat and look back.

“Everyone buckled up?” You ask and Pope groans.

“Yes, Mrs bus driver.” JJ says in a high pitched voice, you break out a laugh, just like you have hundreds of times today. Sometimes your friends don’t understand that even though you feel great about your driving skills, and fairly sure you won’t crash the van, you just want them to be safe.

When you arrive at the boneyard, some kooks are already there, and you see Rafe Cameron with his stupid buddies Kelce and Topper doing a line of coke. Your face crinkles up with anger. Drugs are not a way to lessen the pain. Nor is drinking or smoking, for that matter, but especially not things like coke or dope. You shrug them off as people start arriving for the kegger, mostly just tourons looking for a good ol’ hookup on their week or two of vacation.

The sun starts to set as your boyfriend and John B set up the fire. You’re sitting next to Pope, who’s explaining something about dead bodies farting to a tourist that keeps checking her phone. You would normally listen to him, but you zone out.

Rafe, Topper, and Kelce are still doing lines of coke, even though they must be soaring high right now, and some blondie delivers a few cases of beer to them, adding to the pile of disguared bottles littering the sand.

After looking back at Pope and the girl, who walked away, you touch your best friends arm and pull him gently up.

“Want to go and look for sand dollars and watch the sunset?” You ask, and he nods his head. When you and Pope both met, you found matching sandollars, small and perfect, and got them made into bracelets. You’d been on the beach after a fight with John B, and Pope came up to you, wondering what a kook was doing on the cut. You didn’t explain the circumstance, and you don’t exactly remember how you both found the sand dollars, but now they were tied around your necks as perfect pendents, keeping you guys together.

You grab JJ’s arm and whisper what you and Pope are doing before he tells you to be safe. You lean in for a kiss and you can feel his smiling, tasting beer and mint on his lips.

“I love you, and I will.” You say, and he turns back to John B, who is talking to Sarah about something.

You and Pope walk past the other groups of people, getting wasted, as usual, and then find your way to the ocean. For a few minutes its quiet, just you and Pope shifting through the sand to look for anything beautiful, until you both sit down on the edge of the foam to watch the sunset. Its red tonight, a deep and startling color. Full of hints of gold, and sandy colors, and then some darker ones mixed in.

“You always try and watch the sunset.” Pope says as you pull out a small notebook from your shorts pocket. Inside, you describe the sunset tonight. Its colors, how it made you feel. Try and compliment it.

“I try to. Somedays I miss it, but its nice to see something beautiful every day.” You say, and then stand up suddenly. You see something in the sand in front of you. Bending over, you find its a broken sand dollar, one side torn to a sharp, serrated edge that would cut your skin.

“Ugh.” You say, kissing it before someone whiles behind you.

“Nice ass, y/n.” Rafe says, and you turn around to see him stumbling towards you, empty beer bottle in his hand.

“Thanks Rafe, but stop looking at it.” You say and he grins, tossing the bottle on the ground. Pope’s up in seconds, glancing back at the firelight where the kegger is still happening. Its the only thing, other then the moon, lighting the scene about to take place.

“I don’t want to. You know, maybe I could have some of it.” He says and you shake your head. He’s coming closer to you and Pope steps beside you, fear, and anger, in his eyes. Your scared to, but don’t let it on. No one can know your emotions, especially not this high, and drunk kook.

“I don’t think so. In fact, maybe go back to your friends.” You say as he comes into three feet of you. His hands reach out to grab you and Pope pushes them away, just as Rafe shoves him to the ground, kicking his side. You push the sandy haired boy and his knuckles dig into your skin. Pope is trying to get up, but Rafe must have broken a rib because his breathing is hard and flushed.

“You must have known you’d get fucked tonight, with that outfit you’re wearing.” Rafe says, and you kick him at his groin. You were wearing a pair of Levi jean shorts, a lacy white bra, and one of JJ’s button shirts to cover up your breasts, leaving the rest unbuttoned.

“What I wear has no affect on if I want to have sex with you Rafe,” you say, calmly, though fear is coursing through your bones. Rafe, struggles to get up, and almost falls over again, and your backing towards the waterline.

“Whatever you want to believe y/n, but you’ve made me very angry.” Rafe says, a little to loudly, and you cringe. Any chance at this not getting physical was out of the picture now. “And you know what happens to people that make me angry.” You stop moving backwards as your heals touch the water, and glance back at JJ, who, once he heard Rafe’s voice, came turning and walking quickly towards the scene unfolding.

While you were looking at your boyfriend, and now John B, who are both making their way towards you, Rafe, puts his hands on your waist and shoves you down. You try and punch him in the face, and grab his ankles and you kicks you in the side. Crawling away and standing up again, five feet away, he comes running at you.

Cold fingers slide around your neck, and you can’t breath. Rafe must be choking you out. With a last grain of effort, you spit in his face and try to back away, and then he pulls something out, and two shots are fired.

For a second, you didn’t know it was you that got shot. People were screaming and running away from the boneyard, and something wet was seeping into your shirt.

Then, the pain hit, and a scream came erupting from your mouth. Thousands of knives stabbed you right below your ribcage, in two different spots, and you fell to the sand, shaking.

This was like the movies. It was the movies. How could you be feeling so much pain? You must be dead already. It only made sense. This was to much. But you couldn’t leave JJ or Pope or John B or Sarah or Ki without saying goodbye.

Someone was right next to you, looking into your eyes. The pain was getting worse, and making your vision white. All at once, your hearing came back, and Pope was next to your left side, with JJ on the other. Both were holding your hands, which were laying in red sand.

You look down, but the pain stops you from seeing the bullet holes in your chest.

“Call 911!” Ki shouts and Sarah picks up the phone, dialing the number.

Your breaths come out in shocked waves, pulling and turning. Its getting harder to get oxygen as well. Somethings clogging up your throat.

As you wheeze for air, and try to stay afloat, you desperately want to watch whats happening, but your so tired. What time is it? It must be past your bed time by now. You have to tell JJ and Pope goodnight, just like you always do.

“I-I lo-love you gu-guys.” You muster out quietly, and JJ shakes his head. With each word and breath your getting more ready to fall asleep. “Goodnight, Pogues.” You say, and JJ clutches your face. You’ve never seen him cry like this before. Big tears sliding down his face.

“Don’t fall asleep. Please don’t fucking fall asleep!” He screams and you hear something wailing in the distance.

“But I-its getting hard-harder to breath JJ. I don-don’t want to fight any lo-longer. Please let m-me sleep.” Your voice is horse and choked. Your breathing is the same, only coming in short bursts.

“Don’t give up, please.” Pope says and you shake your head.

“Listen to Pope, don’t fall asleep. We love you. Keep fighting!” JJ orders, but you zone out. Is that blood in your mouth? Something tastes metallically.

“Don’t let her fall asleep JJ. She might not wake up.” John B says, and you watch as he stares at you, Sarah hugging him tight. She must have already called the ambulance.

“Look at me, okay,” JJ says. You try to, but yours eyes are closing. Pain stiffles a cry as Pope is leaning over your midsection, pressing something to seep up the blood pooling from out of you. “Your going to be okay,” JJ says.

“Goodnight John B, goodnight Sarah and Ki, goo-goodnight Pope. Goodnigh-good-goodnight JJ. I love you guys.” You speak slowly, and JJ shakes his head.

“Don’t fall asleep, please.”

“We love you Y/N. Please don’t leave us.” Ki sobs and Pope looks into your eyes.

The wailing is getting louder. Closer. And then the long awaited sleep breaks through.

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trillian-anders · 5 years ago

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chicken noodle soup

pairing: chef!bucky x plus!reader

warnings: fluff, fluff, fluff, a little angst. just a dash.

word count: 1779

description: chef!au; bucky makes you chicken noodle soup when you’re sick, and you guys have a talk.

note: i’m extremely sick and this is what i wrote, i needed a little comfort. if you have a request for the next dish, let me know loves.

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You watched the corded muscles of his back from your spot on the sofa. His right arm moving up and down, steadily chopping carrots as the garlic and onions sweat in a large pot on the stove. His left arm, something you still didn’t ask him about, mottled skin covered with blooming flowers, a rosary, whisping into a vintage pinup girl that posed on his forearm, hands tangled in her hair as she arched her back against the flowers behind her as if laying in a field of flowers.

His left arm held down the vegetable, knuckles facing the knife as he cut the carrots into thick pieces, practiced fingers running against the blade before he switched hands, left moving not quite as steadily, but still practiced.

You were sure your apartment smelled delicious, if only you could smell it.

He came over even though you’d told him not to. Last night when you’d stumbled in your front door after a very draining workweek. The winter deadline met, first quarter final report submitted and a head pounding and nose clogged you’d collapsed onto your couch with a bottle of NyQuil. Dead to the world.

He’d called worried, you’d been telling him you hadn’t felt well all week. “You need to rest babydoll,” He scolded, you’d rolled your eyes on the phone with him, your heart warming with the concern laced in his voice, toeing your socks off before slipping under the covers. “Stark can go a day or two without you.”

“After this week ends,” You said, “I just have to meet Friday’s deadline and then I’ll rest.” Friday had happened, and everything was done. And you collapsed on your sofa. Resting.

His call came in two hours after you’d fallen asleep, a groggy, “Hi baby.” And he sighed,

“I’m coming over.” You snuggled deeper into the cushions of the sofa you’d spent way too much money on, suddenly appreciating how large and soft it was.

“I’ll be fine,” You croaked, “Really.” But you could already hear his keys in his hand.

The food truck had been doing really well, well enough that Bucky and Sam hired some extra help. A kid named Peter who needed an after school job that would just handle plating and taking money while Sam or Bucky cooked, finally giving them enough time off between them to start seriously looking for commercial space for their restaurant. Something Bucky had been giddy about for weeks.

“I told Sam I needed tomorrow off,” He said, toeing off his boots by the front door. Your sleepy face peering at him from behind the blankets pulled up to your nose. “But I’ll have to work Sunday.” He had a large paper bag he’d set on the counter before padding over to you and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“You really didn’t have to come,” Your nose stuffed and red, a pile of discarded tissues next to you on the coffee table and reruns of Survivor playing on TV. He rolled his eyes, picking the snotty mess of tissues up and saying,

“When’s the last time you ate?” You didn’t know. “Here.” A glass of orange juice and a glass of water, “You need liquids.” You sniffled and he ran his fingers best he could through your tangled hair. “Wouldn’t you rather be in bed?”

“I’m comfy here.” You mumbled, eyes half lidded. He nods, brushing his thumb across your cheek,

“Sleep babydoll, I’ll wake you up to eat.”

He’d refilled your water, the small sips for your scratchy throat was a marvel. He’d placed a pack of honey cough drops and a new bottle of NyQuil on the coffee table. There was a multi-pack of tissues sitting still in the plastic beside them. The tv had been turned down to a quiet amble. He was listening to some kind of podcast in the kitchen.

He poured a box of chicken broth into the large pot. A smaller pot next to it cooking egg noodles. A ginger root sat idly beside the stove.

You knew Bucky loved to cook, he loved making you things you’d never tried before, he’d love to experiment with flavors and you were his own personal guinea pig to try new recipes. They were trying to nail down their menu after all. But he would also make the best comfort food that warmed your very soul.

He knew exactly what you needed and when you needed it. And this soup, as stuffy and clogged, as your head pounded and your body ached, you needed this soup.

He stirred, a strand of hair falling into his eyes. It must be late. He’d changed into pajamas. The loose sweats and t-shirt wasn’t what he was wearing when he first arrived. He must have felt your eyes on him, turning to look at you as you pulled your lips into a chapped smile. He laughed softly,

“You look so pathetic.” He joked, pulling a bowl from the cabinet.

“I am.” You whined, rubbing your head against the pillow, comfortably watching him scoop some noodles into the bowl before ladling the broth on top. Chicken, carrots, celery, mushrooms, a bit of grated ginger, the broth was dark from some soy sauce. Red pepper flakes mixed in and garnished with cilantro. “Spicy Asian chicken noodle soup.” The broth hit your nose and you could almost feel your sinuses clear then. “You’ll be able to breathe again by the end of this.” His socked toes meeting yours as he curled up next to you, sitting you up and handing you the bowl. “I know you like spice.”

It was so fucking good. Runny nose be damned. You hadn’t realized how hungry you actually were. A bowl was finished, and then a second. His fingers tracing up and down your spine while you ate.

“If you’re not feeling better by Sunday, you should call out on Monday.” The soup had been packed and stored in your fridge. The noodles separate from the broth. “Stark can afford to go one day without you. You have those sick days for a reason.” You know. You know.

His arm wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you tight into his chest.

“I’m gonna get you sick.” You mumbled into his soft well worn shirt. His fingers massage your scalp, your eyes drooping.

“I’ll be fine,” He pressed his lips to your head, “Don’t worry about me. Sleep sweetheart.”

And you did.

“So next week Steve is coming up from DC for the weekend.” Bucky called from the kitchen, heating up the leftover soup from last night, “If you’re feeling better by then we were going to go out to dinner, he’s been asking about you and Sam and I think it would be good for you to meet him if you can.” Steve. The other part of the trio.

Bucky had told you they were inseparable once, meeting in basic training the three of them becoming quick friends. Their paths crossed a year after, the three of them chosen to be part of a special ops squad that moved mostly undercover. It didn’t need to be said that the story behind his left arm was buried there somewhere. But he wasn’t ready for that yet. And that’s okay.

“If you’d like me to.” Honestly it gave you anxiety. You and Bucky hadn’t really had the talk yet, the two of you not even breaching the conversation having sex after spending the majority of the last month together. There was making out, kissing, and a lot of it. But if he wanted you to meet

Steve it must mean something right?

But there was still this paranoia, this little niggling in your brain that made you feel like the rug was going to be pulled from beneath you. Just like it had before.

How many times had you been really into a guy and when it came to the point, in what you thought was a relationship, to meet his friends or family he was suddenly really shady about it. A guy had literally told you once, “My friends would make fun of me if I dated a fat girl.” That had been a heavy blow.

And you know you’re beautiful, you know you’re smart, and you know that you can survive on your own. But you didn’t want to anymore. You wanted to start working towards a partner, possibly getting married, maybe having or adopting kids. And Bucky seemed so perfect. A little too perfect.

“Of course I want you to.” Meet Steve. The bowl was carefully handed to you while he settled down next to you with his own bowl. “Why wouldn’t I want you to?” The soup was just as good as you remembered it from last night. It had been late, almost one am when the two of you cuddled up on the couch and cleared your sinuses for the first time in a week.

You shrug, spooning more of the spicy salty broth into your mouth. He gives you a strange look, “You’re my girlfriend,” Brow scrunched, “Girlfriends typically meet their boyfriend’s friends.” Your chapped lips parted and closed, “I mean I know we never like, officially, said anything, but… I thought you knew we were together.” His voice sounded a little sad. His eyes meet yours, placing his bowl on the coffee table.

You shook your head, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know if you wanted to--” You sighed heavily, “I’m sorry. No, we are together.”

“Did you think we weren’t?” The bowl was taken from your hands and gently placed beside his on the coffee table, grasping your cold hands in his.

“I… I didn’t know,” It was hard to look at him, “Sometimes, it’s just…”

“I’m sorry I didn’t make it more clear what my intentions were.” His voice level and reassuring, “I want to be with you, I want to be your boyfriend.” Your eyes glassy. Your period was probably going to start soon, to be fair. You’d cried during Masterchef earlier when the girl had burned her sauce. It had been devastating.

“No, I’m sorry.” You shook your head, “Communication goes both ways and I just didn’t think to ask.” In case you said no. He softly pressed his lips to yours,

“Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?” You sniffle,

“You’re gonna get sick.” Bucky rolls his eyes, smiling,

“Are you gonna answer my question or not?” You bit a little dry skin off your bottom lip before nodding,

“Yes.”

The next weekend had been at his own apartment, his stuffy nose and watery coughs a mimic of yours. The dinner with Steve would have to wait.

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smol-and-grumpy · 5 years ago

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Something Just Like This - CH10

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean Winchester, mobster boss. He’s a little cocky, a lot ruthless and more often than not, short tempered. But he’s also, Dean Winchester, a war veteran and hero who suffers under a shit ton of PTS. He met her in a bar and thinks it’s fate that brought her to him. Little does he know why she’s really here.

Warnings: I dunno.. there’s angst in there, and a whole lotta fluff too.

WC: 4168

SERIES MASTERLIST

Dean floors the Impala, running over a red light but things go smoothly.

The next light though, is a whole other story. He’s lucky he grabbed the steering wheel fast enough, misses the slow driving Sedan by a hair.

Maybe he should really be more careful. Crashing the car wouldn’t make him reach his apartment any faster.

At his building, he parks with a screech before he bolts for the stairs, didn’t even care that he has to run up twenty fucking flights because he can’t find an ounce of patience left in himself to wait for the elevator.

When Dean arrives and walks through the door of his apartment, Cas’ already there, tying Jo’s hands behind the blonde woman’s back.

Dean’s panting, is slighlty out of breath from climbing all the fucking stairs in a hurry. His eyes scan the room, avoiding Jo’s gaze because he’s afraid of what he’s capable of doing, and he really doesn’t want to cause a scene. Not when Y/N’s still here.

“Y/N?” He asks Cas as he couldn’t spot Y/N in the room with them.

Cas points his chin towards Dean’s bedroom as he secures the last knot on Jo’s wrist, “Bathroom. Cleaning herself up, I guess. She’s got some bruises and scratches, nothing major, at least from what I could see.”

Dean’s already on his way over across the living room when Jo starts to say something but then all Dean can hear was a dull thud as Cas clubbed her over her head.

He looks back to find the dark haired man shrugging at him.

“It’s easier to get her into the car like this,”

Dean doesn’t say anything, just nods.

“I’ll take her to the bunker. You take your time,” Cas lifts Jo up over his shoulders and proceeds to walk to the door.

“Yeah, thanks.”

She’s locked herself in the bathroom, pressing a wet and cold face cloth against her cheek. Jo’s right fist is definitely nothing to joke about and now her cheek is swelling up. There are some more bruises on her body, some scrapes and cuts. Jo has goddamn long fingernails, false ones too because she had found some of them lying around the living room.

“Y/N!”

Dean’s shouting out her name as he enters the room, and soon the doorknob begins to rattle as he twists and turns it in a futile attempt to get in.

“Open up!”

There’s banging and more rattling of the knob.

“I’m fine. Go away,” She calls out, because it’s true.

She’s fine, still alive and breathing and she really doesn’t want to see him right now, still too salty about what happened.

She knows that her line of job is dangerous but she never knew that the danger would come from Dean’s freaking mistress. All she concentrated on was not to get screwed over or killed by Dean but she never put into account that she could get killed by Jo. How stupid of her! This is a fucking rookie mistake and she knows how it happened. It’s the fucking feelings that she shouldn’t be having in the first place!

“Let me see you!” His voice is louder now, but the banging is gone, “Please?” He adds, a little softer.

“Why?”

“I need to see that you’re okay!”

She sighs and rolls her eyes, “I’m okay, now leave me alone!”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” She hears him mutter. “Why did you lock the door!”

“Cas is here—”

“—Well, he’s gone now! Come on, sweetheart, open the door. You can’t stay in there forever!”

She chuckles drily, “Watch me!”

“Y/N, I’m fucking serious, okay? I’ll be out here, you have to come out eventually. Shall we see who can last the longest?”

“I can sneak out when you’re sleeping!”

“You have to keep in mind that I’m a trained soldier, I’m used, and still am, to be awake for days if I must. Also I’ll hear you, I’m an awfully light sleeper. There’s no way out but through me.”

She rolls her eyes at his words, knows that he’s right. She’s still a little hungover and would love to get some more sleep in a fucking comfy bed. There’s no way she can win this stupid competition.

“Fine!” She scoffs, and proceeds to unlock the door but even before she can turn the knob, Dean already pushes his way in.

Both his hands are on her face, cupping it between his big palms, as he examines her with worried eyes.

“Shit,” He breathes out, his fingertips brushing over her swollen cheek and she flinches at the touch.

Dean takes a step back, trails his eyes down her body, and she knows that he can’t miss the cut on her shoulder and thigh, can’t possibly miss the torn dress that’s hanging weirdly around her frame.

“You okay? Anything broken?” He places one of his hands on the back of her neck and stares into her eyes.

She can feel his warm breath on her and she looks away, staring down to her toes, because those damn green eyes make her heart beat faster, and that’s the last thing she needs right now.

Y/N shakes her head, and that’s when Dean pulls her into a hug. She buries her face in his chest and she can smell the scent of fresh laundry and soap, and there’s something she can feel — his heartbeat that’s drumming quickly and steadily below the surface.

“I’m sorry,” He mumbles, she can hear the vibrations of his deep voice through his chest and shirt. Takes comfort in it because it feels like he really means it.

Pushing herself away after a while, she thinks that she shouldn’t let herself go putty in his arms. Her hands are braced on the broad of his chest, and Dean still looks at her with concerned tinted eyes.

“Why did Jo come around?” She asks, feels that weird thing in her gut that makes her stomach turn.

“I don’t know,”

“You don’t know,” She breathes out, turns herself around and places the, by now, warm washcloth next to the sink, “Huh!”

Without a word, Y/N storms out past him in her bare feet. And Dean wasn’t prepared, he can only follow her out and damn his long legs! He’s next to her when she reaches the hallway, is in front of her quicker than lightning it seems, and braces himself by the door, preventing her from getting out. She turns again, looking around, thinking that there must be another way out of this fucking apartment.

“Y/N, for fuck’s sake, I really don’t know why she was here! Maybe you could tell me!” He grabs her by her arm until she turns around, only then, did he let go.

She bites on her bottom lip, trying to contain her anger and fear. Mostly fear. Fear of the truth, maybe. She doesn’t really know, doesn’t understand why she feels the things she feels.

“She told me that she was gonna ask you if you wanted a quick fuck,” Her voice is shaking a little, even if she doesn’t want it to. Even if she shouldn’t fucking care why Jo was here in the first place, because she herself shouldn’t have been here at all.

This is all a fucking big mistake and she has to tell Linda to pull her out. She can’t take this. Can’t take the feelings. Feelings that shouldn’t fucking be here!

“Jesus, Y/N, and you believed her? You thought I was that kinda guy? Is that why you’re so upset?”

“Well, apart from almost getting killed? Yeah… no! I don’t know,” She gestures with her hands, closes her eyes and lets out a loud sigh, “Fact is, I only know you for a couple of weeks, Dean. You invited me to a party in which you weren’t there for me at all. And that’s when I thought that I don’t even know you. I don’t even know what you’re doing for a living, I don’t know shit about you, and I can’t help but think that I was being so damn naive and my nativity almost got me kidnapped or worse! Why me? What is it that you do? Are you dangerous? Am I in danger?!”

The questions pour out of her like a waterfall and she can’t stop them. She knows that she should have maybe asked them one by one but she just couldn’t stop them from coming out.

Dean works both his hands through his hair, ruffling them up and sighs, he sticks out his tongue to wet his lips and then he looks back at her, she can’t miss the frown that grows deeper in between his eyebrows.

“Fucking hell,” He mumbles, lowers himself a little for her to be able to look at him because she’s still shoeless and she feels exceptionally small right now, “I promise to answer all the questions, but all in due time, alright? I don’t know why Jo did this! Fact is that I’ve been played for a very long time, and now I know that it’s her! I swear, once I find out, I’ll tell you everything you want to know,” Dean lowers his voice, is less loud now when he goes on, “I took you home last night. I took fucking care of you without even touching you! Even when you asked me to kiss you, I still didn’t because I didn’t want to take advantage. Can you imagine how fucking hard it was for me to not fucking touch you? How fucking hard I was? I was being good and you think I’d fuck everything that knocks on my fucking door when you’re the only thing that I can fucking see?”

His words hit her like a freight train. He wants her? Her of all people?

It doesn’t change the fact that Jo was here demanding a quickie, though.

“I asked you to kiss me?” She asks, surprised.

Oh god , did she really? Her cheeks turn beet red.

“Yeah,” Dean huffs out, “I knew you wouldn’t remember.”

“No, I didn’t!” She punches at his arm, purely out of embarrassment.

“Duh!”

She looks at her toes, wishes that the floor would open up and swallow her whole.

That’s fucking embarrassing!

“But she makes it seem like it’s a frequent occurrence,” Her voice is small, she doesn’t really know why she says what she says. Maybe it’s because she’s jealous? She actually doesn’t want to know but also she does.

“It’s n—”

“—But you did sleep with her.” She interrupts him and crosses her arms over her chest while she stares up at him, sees him rubbing away at his jaw.

“Yeah, I did,”

There’s that knife in her chest again and she let out a shrieking sound that comes from the depths of her throat.

He continues, “But that was before I met you!”

Dean takes a step closer and she backs up one step, the sole of her bare feet hitting the wall.

He continues, “You drive me fucking nuts, you know that?”

Y/N looks up to see Dean grinning down at her, “What?”

Dean takes a deep breath, “Yeah, you’re so fucking unpredictable. You’re brave and strong-minded. It’s terrifying to be around you because you’re full of surprises. And really, sometimes I have trouble catching my breath because I’m trying so hard to keep up.”

“Oh,”

“It’s a good thing that I love challenges.” He reaches out a hand to touch her cheek, the one that hurts, and she flinches on instinct.

“You’re right, you know. When you said that you didn’t know me,” Dean’s face is only inches from hers now, “If you knew me before and if you see me now, you would know that I’ve changed. People would say that I changed for the better. You fucking changed me, Y/N. From the day I walked into that crappy bar and instead of meeting a bottle, I met you. My life was never the same again. Tell me what I need to do to get you to believe me that all I fucking care about is you.”

My life was never the same again.

Tell me what I need to do to get you to believe me that all I fucking care about is you.

There’s not one word of a lie in the things Dean tells her. He was fucking whipped from day one and somehow, he had always hoped that she felt the same. He’s pouring his fucking heart out, can’t lie that he’s terrified of how she’s going to react and while he talked, he almost didn��t hear himself because of the drumming of his heart that shot up to his ears.

His heart is beating way too fast, way too hard, and he thinks he’s a blink away from passing out. This is fucking worse than being in the middle of combat in Afghanistan.

“You could kiss me,” She looks at him, there’s a crooked grin on her face and Dean feels his heart leaps in relief.

He smiles and surges forward, covers her body with his. His hands around her waist as he presses her against the wall. Her fingers scratch at the base of his neck as he kisses her tenderly, savoring her sweet lips, sucks at them, is relieved when he feels her body relaxing in his grip, and when she kisses him back, he can’t stop the fluttering of his heart. His tongue goes in hesitant and smooth, waits to meet hers and she actually grins into the kiss, he can feel it.

The kiss grows harder, messier, and he feels himself pouring all the pent up frustration into it. His breathing picks up, and then she sucks at his tongue, making him forget his own damn name. It’s so much better than he imagined. Much better than the sleazy fantasies he’d been dreaming up all these days.

“Is that your phone in your pants?” She asks out of breath and there’s a cocky grin tugging at the corner of her lips.

Dean chuckles at that, his hands working down her waist, grips around her thighs and hoists her up to nibbles at her bottom lip before he kisses her again, a little harder than before, just because he can.

Only when they need to breathe some air do they break the kiss, and Dean keeps his forehead on hers. She’s smiling and he just can’t help it. Can’t help that he has to kiss her again. He places kisses on her nose, her lips, her jaw, she giggles at that, making him laugh too.

“Come on, let's get you patched up,” He murmurs against her neck and breathes in the smell of her, but in reality he doesn’t really want to. Wants to stay like this, with her in his arms, wants to forget about his life and his obligations. Forget about the fact that he almost fucking lost her.

Dean walks her back into his bedroom with her still in his arms and lowers her down onto the edge of the bed, kisses her forehead before he has to go out and grab the first aid kit.

When he returns, she’s still sitting there, her cheeks flushed and her lips swollen. Dean feels a little pride in knowing that it’s him who did it to her, and he needs every ounce of self control right now to not just push her down on her back and have a go at her sweet lips again. He also tries to push the image of her — lying on his bed, spit slick and pliant with pink cheeks — out of his head.

He leaves her in the room and walks to the bathroom, coming out with a fresh washcloth. Kneeling before her, he rubs the cloth over the dried blood on her shoulder. He cleans the wound and puts disinfectant on it, moving on to the next wound he spots next, while she wriggles and tries to sit right without him seeing underneath her dress — or what’s left of it.

Raising an eyebrow, he looks at her and is met by a blushing girl, but she doesn’t say anything, keeping the hem of her dress between her legs with her hand.

Dean doesn’t dwell on it, instead, he works the cloth on her thigh, where there’s a bigger cut and a green bruise forming. He bites his lips, angry at himself for the things that happened to her, even if he knows that it wasn’t really his fault. He couldn’t possibly have known that Jo would show up and try to get her.

“You’re awfully calm for someone who almost got kidnapped,” Dean looks up and he can swear that her cheeks gets a shade brighter, “Where did you learn your moves?” Dean asks, because as he could see before, Jo’s face looked much worse.

“My dad,” She mumbles, “Always thought that a girl needs to be able to defend herself. Had a lot of sparring sessions growing up.”

“Ah, he’s right,” He places the cloth on the bed and grabs the disinfectant, “Sounds like a good dad.”

“He was,” She answers.

Was.

Dean couldn’t have missed that. He feels the push in his guts to ask her more. Wants to know more about her, because as she said, she doesn’t know him, he sure as hell doesn’t know her either. But he let it slide, they will have more time to talk in the future. At least he hopes that they will. He still has got some explaining to do himself.

All in due time.

Right now, he should get her home and meet with Cas.

He works on her wound, and there’s a whimper when he sprays her with disinfectant.

When he finishes he looks up at her and she’s smirking, not with her full heart but she’s brave. It truly makes him feel better to see her smile. It suits her much better than the worry he saw on her face moments before.

He places his lip on the bruise, kisses her softly. Something in him feels jealous too. Jealous that it’s not him who gets to bruise her up first — although he would do it differently — and for a minute, he works himself up again, feels the anger towards Jo pushing to the surface. Wants desperately to punch something but Dean clears his throat and bottles up his feelings to be released on another occasion.

He places another kiss on her knee, hears her giggling above him.

Looking up to her again, he smiles “Are you hurt anywhere else?”

Y/N grins, all cocky and mischievous as she points the tip of her finger to the corner of her lips. “Here,”

Dean chuckles as he gets up and puts the kit out of the way, “Is that so?”

“Uh-huh,”

He places his one knee on the bed next to her and cradles her face with one of his hands, his thumb traces patterns on her jaw. Slowly he kisses the corner of her lips and then he parts.

“And here,” She says, pointing her finger to her nose.

He laughs, kissing the tip of her nose, “Better?”

“Much better,” She breathes out and he kisses her again, this time on her lips and they are as sweet and soft as he remembers from minutes ago.

“Can I ask you something?” She pushes him away, her hands on his chest.

“Anything,” He answers without thinking and it’s the truth, too. He’s ready to crack his chest open, even if he fears the question.

“Is that your cat?”

Only now does he notice her gaze falling to the door of his bedroom. A big grey cat is sitting there, waiting.

Dean laughs, lowers his forehead to her shoulder, and places a kiss on her neck before he gets back on his feet.

“Yeah,” He grins and walks to the cat to pick it up, the cat immediately relaxes in Dean’s arm, rubbing his head on Dean’s chest, “I swear, worst decision ever because he never does what he’s told. He knows that he’s not allowed in the bedroom.” He pets the cat’s head and it starts to purr.

He walks back to the bed where she’s sitting, and even though Dean doesn’t want his cat to be in his bed, the cat does it anyway, jumps from his arms into her lap.

“Well, hello there,” She smiles and strokes the cat’s head, “You kinda saved me, you know that?”

“Did he now?” Dean raises an eyebrow and takes a seat next to her, before he leans back and makes himself comfortable on his side, bracing himself on his elbow. The cat moves from her lap to lay between them on the bed, clearly enjoying the attention they’re giving him.

“Yeah, he kinda averted the attention to him,” She says, stroking the cat underneath its chin.

Dean laughs, “That’s what he can do best.”

“Never thought you’d be a cat person, though,” She’s grinning at Dean.

“Me neither,” He states matter of factly, “He’s a stray I’ve met in Afghanistan. I didn’t know how he got there, to be honest. The place was remote as can be. But I found him wandering around camp. At first I thought that he was a suicide animal and there might be some explosives attached to him but it turns out that he was just hungry and craved attention. When it was time to leave, I knew that he probably won’t survive since nobody was going to come back to feed him, so I made some arrangements for him to come back with me.”

Y/N stays silent, as if she wants to let his words sink in.

“You have a good heart, you know that?” She’s smiling but there’s a tint of sadness to it, he can see. She clears her throat before she asks, “Does he have a name?”

Dean cringes at that. He knew that the question would come, knew that he can’t possibly keep the name of the cat from her, no matter how much he would want to.

“Uh…” He’s blushing before he mumbles, “Cuddles,”

“What?”

“Cuddles.” He says it louder while squeezing his eyes shut.

“Cuddles?” She’s laughing, and even if Dean feels a little embarrassed, he can’t help but to laugh with her.

“Shut up, Sam named him,” Dean watches as the cat makes his way back to her lap when it hears her calling its name, “I wanted to give him a more manly name, like Hulk, or I don’t know, Thor, but he wouldn’t listen to any of them and Sam figured that he likes to cuddle so Cuddles it was and it’s the only name he listens to.”

“That’s a cute name,” She’s still laughing as she strokes the back of the cat's ear.

“Yeah, yeah,” Dean huffs, “He’s earned a treat in saving you, too.”

At the word, the cat gets up from her lap and jumps down the bed, running out into the living room.

“Yeah, you go wait, I’ll be right there to feed you,” Dean calls out to the cat before he turns to her and speaks in a low tone, “He knows the word treat .”

“Oh, I bet he does,” She turns to smile at Dean.

The pink in her cheek is still there, and Dean knows that they should probably get going, knows that Cas is waiting for him but Dean just can’t help it. It’s like he can’t get enough of her and it should scare him, he knows that too. Yet, it feels so good that he ignores all the terrifying feelings in his gut to tug her down to him and kiss her again.

She’s lying next to him on his bed and he’s braced on his elbow next to her, one hand lazily stroking her face, careful not to hurt the bruised cheek as he bends down to kiss her again, tastes coffee and mint on her tongue.

After some time, they were rudely interrupted by Cuddle’s meows at the door and she chuckles against his lips.

“We should go,” He whispers, and steals another kiss before he pushes himself up onto his feet and extends a hand to help her up. “Even though I really don’t want t—”

“—No, I get it. I should get home, get into something more comfortable than a torn dress either.”

“Yeah, go get your things and I’ll feed the cat,” Dean walks out and leaves her to get ready.

“It has a name!” He can hear her calling out after him, “It’s Cuddles!” There’s giggling and Dean smirks.

“I know! Doesn’t mean that I like to say it. I’m only calling him by name when he’s in trouble,” He calls back, laughing to himself as he takes out the cat treat from the pantry.

CH11

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Greener - II

Greener - I

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cw: mentions of abuse (not this chapter and nothing too intense but better safe than sorry) also alcohol consumption

There are moments in life that conjure up intense emotion any time you think about them. Happy or sad, whenever your mind flicks through its rolodex of memories and lands on it, you feel that moment come to life. You brain must have logged every detail of that time and packed it away in the back of your brain for you to stumble upon later down the road. Your mind takes you back to that moment and brings your senses along with it. My mother always reaches for these moments in times of strife, dipping her hand into a lucky dip of ‘happy places’ and allowing the sensation to wash over her. Her favourite is a family holiday to Spain, sipping ice-cold drinks as we swung our legs in the chilly waters of the pool below us.

Not all the moments I remember are so positive, but I feel them just as strongly. Instead, I created my own ‘happy place’ to escape to whenever I felt overwhelmed.

I stand, waist-deep, in warm water. Waves lap around me, hugging and kissing my naked skin as I breathe gently under the moonlight. The sky above me is clear and an audience of stars shine down on me. I bare my soul to the universe and feel love and appreciation in return. The night sky watches over me as I let my eyes close, leaning my head back, chin high. My shoulders relax more than they ever have as a warm but refreshing breeze wraps around me, hugging me tightly. I hear trees rustle somewhere behind me, whispering sweet sentences to one another as the sand beneath my feet reaches my ankles, anchoring me securely to the world, grounding and protecting me from floating away.

I let my eyes open and I am back in my kitchen. No gentle breezes or salty air. Just my kitchen, with its colourful, mismatching crockery and photographs blu-tacked to the wall. However, there is a clear change in the room since the time I shut my eyes tightly, my chest feels looser, my throat no longer feels as though it is closing, and my breathing has slowed drastically.

Raising my phone from my side, I return to the source of my sudden panic.

A news article, forwarded from my manager, Jim, a simple ‘Didn’t know you were dating’ preceded the link to the website. Of course, he was joking, not realising the stress I was about to feel.

Quickly clicking the link, I remind myself to breathe deep and slow as I am redirected to a webpage.

BACK ON THE HORSE? HARRY STYLES SPOTTED GETTING CLOSE WITH MYSTERY WOMAN

Hunky heartthrob, Harry Styles, caught canoodling outside hot Los Angeles restaurant, Spago. Despite reportedly having only split with model ex-girlfriend, Camille Rowe, a mere two months ago, the pop sensation was witnessed cosying up to a new woman.

I am skim-reading at this point, desperate to get to the end with some shred of mental stability. My eyes land on the articles singular piece of ‘evidence’, a video taken from across the street. It begins with Harry and I talking and laughing outside the restaurant, follows us as we migrate closer to one another, my head thrown back in laughter before we are nearly pressed together. I had not realised quite how close we had gotten. The video ends when Harry and I are blocked from view, Harry’s car obstructing the camera’s line of sight. No one would be able to tell we did not kiss. My stomach squeezes uncomfortably as I read the video’s caption.

Keep it in your pants guys!

It is all a little dramatic. A small part of me wants to laugh at the way this has all been exaggerated and made into a big deal. That amusement fizzles as I continue to read the article, pausing after reading the final line.

All this has us wondering, has Harry really moved on so quickly?

Good question.

Quickly replying to my manager, I send the words ‘Blind date’, before glancing at the comments beneath the article.

Big mistake.

Despite the article not naming me directly, not something I am shocked or offended by as Harry is clearly the more famous of the two of us, the comment section of the webpage has not mirrored the same unawareness. Almost every comment mentions me by name, the majority questioning how we even know each other.

I allow myself to be sucked into the vortex of curiosity, taking in every opinion possible. Many of the replies to the news make it clear that they do not know who I am, and therefore that is reason enough for me to be nowhere near Harry. A lot of comments debate whether or not Harry has fully dealt with his breakup, suggesting that this was a PR move to make his ex-girlfriend jealous. I make the mistake of googling her.

Well I don’t think the jealousy tactic is likely to be effective.

She is stunning. A French model. Could I be more of a cliched parallel to her? I try not to compare the two of us, however, a few comments bring attention to the bloat of my stomach and it becomes very difficult not to feel vulnerable after that. It was a blind date. Harry and I were set up. That is the only reason he would ever look at me twice.

But he wants to see me again.

I cling to that thought and close the webpage on my phone, pocketing it and deciding fresh air is what I need. Stepping through the patio doors of my house, I peek out into the sunshine, letting the warm rays soak into me instantly. The small house is built on a hill, the garden demonstrating this the most as it is split into two grassy tiers. I walk up the concrete steps until I reach the patio furniture at the top. Sitting myself on one of the wooden chairs, I take a second to appreciate the view; the back of my house shaded by the incline of the hill which allows me to peer over the top of my roof and look out at the hills. As a kid, I had pictured living somewhere warm enough for palm trees, now I am able to watch them arc in the wind.

I did this, and this is far more important than a few words. I am alive, I am good, and I am kind.

Pressing my toes into the soft, cool grass beneath me, I slip my phone out of my pocket and compose a text.

Sat in my garden and I reckon the view would be fun to paint, fancy it?

The soft yellowy horizon gives me a sense of security as the evening creeps in. There is so much beauty in the world and I am glad I took the time to sit out here rather than obsessing over some meaningless gossip. It will all blow over and people will either forget about us or realise that we are not actually together. A small smirk tugs at my lips as I imagine pinning this on Lucy and using it as an excuse to get a free drink out of her.

My phone vibrates twice against the wooden table.

I love that idea. Tomorrow work? (I’ll bring wine) – Harry

I cannot help but grin at the small screen, quickly typing a reply.

4pm? Catch the last of the sun that way. Also you don’t have to keep signing off!

Only a few seconds after placing my phone back down on the table, I have to pick it back up to read his latest message.

Sounds perfect. It’s harder to stop than you’d think – Harry

Giggling at him, I lock my phone and set it down, excitement pooling in the bottom of my stomach. This time tomorrow Harry will be sat beside me, paint-covered and maybe a little bit tipsy. I make a quick mental note to go shopping for food to line our stomachs, not wanting to let him be exposed to my drunken self just yet.

I spend the next day getting my house presentable, or at least as tidy as possible despite the numerous large, brown boxes which clutter my living room. I also spend the day doing errands, shopping for food and drinks Harry might like (probably going a bit overboard and buying enough options for five people rather than two), and picking up some art supplies for the two of us.

Once home, I unpack the groceries, setting some of them out on plates and dishes, making an attempt at a charcuterie board I had seen on Pinterest the night before. Setting up the area we would be spending the most time in, I move the two small canvases I purchased earlier outside, along with paints and brushes and cups of water for rinsing. It seems a little bit amateur, but I do not have time to dwell as Harry texts me that he is just leaving his house and will be here in half an hour.

Dashing back inside, I take the speediest shower of my life just to freshen up and rinse the day away. Chastising myself for my lack of planning ahead, I smear on a touch of makeup and quickly style my hair. I am still pulling on a pair of dungarees, clipping the straps into place, when I open the front door.

“Hi,” I greet breathlessly.

Harry is already smiling when I meet his gaze, looking down at me with an infectious grin. I allow myself a second to drink him in. Obviously, he is dressed more casually than two days ago, dressed in a simple but figure-hugging black t-shirt, a golden chain peeking out from underneath. Alongside them, he is wearing a pair of brown, straight-leg corduroy trousers. He looks good. It should not surprise me, but it does anyway.

“Hi,” he offers brightly.

Stepping aside to let him enter, I try not to check him out, mentally telling myself that I am still not certain where he stands re us kissing each other’s faces off. Probably for the best to err on the side of caution.

Closing the door behind him, I walk us through the living room and to the adjoining kitchen, feeling a tad embarrassed by my decorating style. Splashes of colour litter the house, the walls are mostly covered in photographs, interesting drawings and potted plants.

“When did you move in?” Harry asks, noticing the stack of boxes. My heart pangs slightly at the question but I try not to let the dread within shine through.

“Few months now, I’m just terrible at unpacking,” It is not a total lie, so I do not feel totally bad about it. There is, however, a small part of me that resents not being completely honest with him about why a certain box remains closed and sealed. “I might have gone overboard with snacks, so please eat anything you want,” I tell him when we reach the kitchen and he sees the spread I had laid out.

Suddenly, it all feels like too much and heat prickles my cheeks in embarrassment as I watch Harry eye the full countertops. I had bought far too much and probably seem incredibly eager. Bread touched three types of meat, touched three types of cheese, touched olives, touched sundried tomatoes. There was another plate full of fruit, washed and sliced and displayed daintily in concentric circles. Then there was the bags of crisps, pretzels, biscuits, and chocolate buttons. This was enough for a family picnic, not a light grazing, and definitely too much for a second date. If that is even what I could call this.

“This is amazing,” Harry utters quietly, and I almost do not hear him, my internal monologue reprimanding me so severely it almost overpowers him. He turns back towards me, gazing at me softly, his face a beautiful light pink. “Feel bad for contributing so little now,” he says, a gentle teasing lilt to his voice which makes me smile, a breathy and grateful laugh falling from my lips.

“Trust me, your contribution is the most valuable,” I say, stretching up into a cupboard to grab two wine glasses.

We manage to carry a disproportionate amount of food outside, giggling as we stacked our arms high until I could barely see over the top of my pile. Once outside, we settle on the wooden chairs and Harry pours us each a glass of merlot.

“Matches your hair,” he muses, smirking as he hands the glass to me.

“Never heard that one before,” I tease, trying to ignore the voice in my head questioning if he thinks the colour is ugly.

Harry settles back in his chair, looking out across the hills and valleys before speaking again, “This was a good idea,”

“Yeah, the view is the main reason I bought the house to be honest,” I mumble into my wine glass.

There are a few moments of silence. It is not particularly uncomfortable, but I decide that we could use some music. I dash inside to grab a speaker and connect my phone to it.

“Can I leave it up to you?” I ask, holding out my unlocked phone for him to take, “I’m indecisive.”

He lets out a chuckle, muttering a soft, “Sure.”

Taking the phone from my hand, our fingers brush momentarily, and I have to remind myself that I am not in the middle of a romcom. I feel my cheeks redden at the interaction and quickly turn to my canvas. Placing the wooden end of my paintbrush in my mouth as I scan over the paints in between the two of us. The soft opening notes of The Chain begin to play, mingling with the warm breeze that swirls lightly around the garden.

“Listen to the wind blow,” I sing under my breath, unable to hold myself back.

From the corner of my eye, I see Harry picking up his own brush, dipping into a little bit of blue paint and brushing across his own canvas. I dip my brush back into the yellowy orange colour I had been mixing and paint the outline of my house. It is messy and a little childlike, but I am having a good time. Harry and I both begin to relax as we paint, singing along, and doing embarrassingly enthusiastic seated dance moves when the guitar solo plays.

“I love Fleetwood Mac so so much,” I admit gleefully, catching my breath as I giggle and take a sip of my wine.

“Me too,” Harry replies, a bright smile pairing with beautifully pinkened cheeks.

“What’s your favourite song?” I ask happily, popping a raspberry into my mouth.

Harry pauses for a moment, lowering his brush and giving the question some good thought. He makes it impossible not to admire him, watching as his brows furrow ever so slightly, lips puckering temporarily as his brain ticks over.

“I always come back to Songbird,” he tells me, looking up at me and nodding to himself. His eyes look so bright when they catch the light, reflecting into mine. I almost have to look away.

“It’s a beautiful song,” I admit softly, my voice quieter than either of us had expected, suddenly nervous again to be in his presence and having a conversation which means so much to me.

“What’s yours?” Harry asks, his gaze not wavering for even a second. He is undeniably intimidating, not even due to his status in the world, but simply being beside him feels as though I have won some sort of contest. There is something in his general being that makes me feel both small and powerful all at once. Simultaneously, I cannot believe that he is here in my garden when he could be anywhere else with anyone else, nor can I believe the way he is looking at me, observing me with such delicate looks that it appears he is afraid of scaring me away.

“Storms,” I blurt out. Taking a second to collect my thoughts, I explain, “Skies the Limit is my go-to, but Storms made me feel when I felt numb.”

Realising that I have most definitely overshared, I quickly dip my brush in the nearest colour and spread it across the top of my canvas, accidentally painting the sky pink.

“I think that’s really special,” Harry utters softly, his gaze still on me as I pretend to be focused on my painting and not the spectacular man beside me, or the way his eyes feel on the side of my face. “I want to make music like that, you know?” he says, turning back to the view ahead of us and finishing off his own skyline.

“I think you have,” I confess, feeling his eyes back on me in an instant. I force myself to turn to meet his gaze, urging some sense of bravery to course through my veins. When our eyes meet, he is looking at me like water in the desert, some sort of miracle before him that his brain does not fully believe. His mouth opens, pauses, then closes again. A second later, a smile pulls at his lips.

“I like your pink sky,” he tells me, grinning brightly, not breaking away to look at the canvas in front of me.

I laugh, “Started as a mistake but I think I prefer it like this,” I admit, pursing my lips as I take a long look at my painting.

“I like the way your mind works,” Harry says, smirking when I turn to him with knitted eyebrows, “I feel like you’re so bright and full of joy. Just walking through your house felt like I’ve known you years… I don’t know if that sounds mental.”

He looks at me cautiously, afraid he has revealed too much, and maybe he has, but I enjoy it more than I could even tell him. I like his perception of me. No matter what happens, how much he comes to learn and dislike about me, at this moment he likes me. And, oh boy, do I like him.

The thought of kissing him pops into my head, bold and illuminated in neon. I let it pass, determined not to ruin the moment. Instead, I look at him, and he looks right back. We share a brief period of peace, the sun on our faces with a light wind blowing between us.

“Oh!” We both exclaim enthusiastically as What Makes You Think You’re the One plays on the shuffle. Smirking at our joint reaction, we turn back to our paintings.

For the next hour or so we fully relax into our little world, grooving along as we paint. There is a real sense of calm throughout the space, even the birds in the trees seem to chirp softer, almost as though they were part of our garden party.

The only moment in which there is a break in the bubble of tranquillity is when Harry desperately reaches for a strawberry, stopping himself whenever his hand, covered in a rainbow of paints, gets close. Impossible to tear my eyes away, I watch him for a moment, a delicate smirk on my lips as he attempts to approach the task from a multitude of angles. He lets out a small sigh and I decide that it is my duty to intervene.

“Need a hand there?” I ask, failing to hold back a giggle as I pluck a strawberry from the plate with paint-free fingers.

“Thanks. Can you-- You could… Thanks,” Harry stammers while I hesitate as I raise the fruit to his face, temporarily feeling awkward about feeding a man I barely know.

I quickly get over myself and lift the berry to his lips, already somewhat parted. Taking the fruit into his mouth whole, his lips graze my fingertips ever so lightly. Our eyes lock the second it happens.

Things start to move slowly. My hand lowers into my lap. Harry chews the fruit and swallows, his tongue poking out to catch a stray bead of juice that had escaped from his lips to the corner of his mouth.

No way are you letting yourself be turned on by this. So cliché.

Despite the mental chastisement, I find myself drawn to Harry. The need to feel his lips on my own is overwhelming me. Every second spent not knowing whether he is a good kisser feels like torture, my mind in agony.

It appears that he feels the same way, gaze hesitating over my parted lips, hopefully not focusing on my clear breathlessness. Our bodies seem to be migrating towards one another, some unknown gravitational pull guiding our chests together until out faces are almost touching. I feel his breath on my cheek and quickly I worry that mine does not smell as good.

Why did you eat that slice of manchego?

Surely, he won’t want to kiss me anymore. He must not have noticed yet. But he will, and I will be humiliated. Better to stop now, while for some reason he actually is not appalled by the thought of kissing you. Why does he want to kiss me anyway? He could kiss anyone he wanted. He could have anyone he wanted. It is probably the wine.

The wine has probably stained your teeth as well. God you’re a mess.

I stop dead in my tracks. Swiftly, I pull away from him. It is harder than I had expected, his cologne sucking me in so that it feels like I have to stop breathing in order to separate from him.

“Sorry,” I mumble.

I cannot look at him. Unable to face the reality of the situation and see his bemused, beautiful face. I would only want to kiss him if I did look up at him, so instead I fidget with the hem of my sleeve, nails picking away at the firm stitching.

“I’m sorry,” Harry says, his voice is so quiet that it hurts my heart to hear him so small and dejected, especially since I was the cause.

We sit in silence for what feels like an eternity. I can feel his gaze on me, soft and apologetic, but I am still unable to bring myself to make eye contact.

“I’d be happy just being your friend,” I tell him.

It is a lie. Partially, anyway. Of course, I would love to be his friend, but I also want to kiss him all over and have heart-to-hearts in the early hours of the morning. I want to hear about his first kiss, find out his favourite sweets and his happy place. I wonder if he is there now, desperately trying to escape the awkward bubble of tension surrounding us.

“Yeah, I shouldn’t have assumed… I’m sorry.” Is all he says.

“No,” I pipe up, a well of guilt forming in my stomach as I regard his sunken features, “It’s not you...”

“It’s not you, it’s me?” Harry says with a quirk of a smile.

I let out a breathy chuckle and we finally meet each other’s eyes and understand. It’s all alright.

We keep painting. By the time the sun starts to set and the water for our brushes turns a murky grey, I have finished mine and sit teasing Harry as he adds the finishing touches to his own.

“Rome wasn’t built in a day,” Harry counters with a grin as he adds a sweep of dark red to his canvas.

“Better be some painting,” I mutter into my wine glass.

“Okay!” Harry exclaims excitedly, “She’s done. Ready for the reveal?”

“Yes,” I laugh at his question, as if I have not been waiting to share for twenty minutes.

Harry had insisted that our final products should be a surprise for the other, so for the last hour we painted in secrecy, occasionally peering out from behind our canvases to try and sneak a peek at the other’s.

When we angle our paintings towards one another, the difference in our styles is clear. Mine is bright with exaggerated shapes, almost cartoonish. Meanwhile Harry’s painting is more true to life, a meta portrayal of the view, two little figures of him and me seen from behind at the bottom of the canvas.

“I love it,” I tell him, the picture bringing a grin to my face as I observed the tiny version of myself; a little blob of shoulders and messy hair.

“I’m calling it ‘Friendzone’.” he tells me, a wicked smirk on his lips.

“Hey!” I whine with a gently nudge to his arm, however, the bout of laughter he has elicited really weakens my protest.

Harry helps me clear up the garden before he leaves, carefully carrying his precious painting out with him. After bidding me a sweet goodnight, leaving no doubt in my mind that he had a nice time today, I finish cleaning up. As I am washing the two wine glasses, I peer over at my painting, smiling as I remembered Harry’s comments about my pink sky. Maybe being just his friend would be easy after all.

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itzagothamcitysiren · 4 years ago

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Welcome to the Family

So yesterday was Tim’s birthday and I had planned out a fic for it BUT I’ve been working a lot and just hadn’t had the time to sit down and write it out. I had kinda forgotten about it and when yesterday came around I was annoyed BUT I was given this idea after going out for the day with my niece.

We had drove by a Red Robin after eating somewhere else and I was mad salty, cause yesterday would’ve been the perfect time to go. Then for dinner we ordered take out and I kind you not, our delivery driver was named Timothy. Like what the hell? lol, I was dude I need to write something now.

So today after work I sat down and wrote this. It’ll be three parts, taking place after my mother’s day story. I’ll post up part one and two tonight, and once I finish three I’ll post it tomorrow hopefully :)

Tell ‘Em That It’s My Birthday pt. 1

“What day is it?!”

Halley’s voice seemed to shriek through the room, causing her now startled teammate, Kori Anders, to jerk her head up from her laptop. The girl’s off guard silence caused Halley to go bug eyed, repeating herself but more frantically. “The day! What day is it?”

The alien princess stared up at the wide eyed brunette unsure as to why the younger girl was so frantic suddenly. The coffee mug she held paused as it touched her lips and now was being held still. Cocking an eyebrow up, Kori gave her a soft and hesitant response,

“Monday?”

“Yes, I know its Monday. The date, I mean the date!” Halley shouted back, using one hand to run it through her hair as the other reached for her phone that she had tossed across the couch only seconds ago.

It was only minutes ago that the device was being held in her hands. She had been ordering herself and her team dinner from their favorite Thai place via Door Dash, it being her turn as Kori treated them to an array of Sushi the a few nights ago. She had found herself chuckling at the realization of the name of their Dasher. His name was Timothy and she couldn’t help but think back to yesterday when she and Kori were out on one of their many shopping trips. They had drove past a Red Robin and she had joked about how if they hadn’t already eaten lunch that they should’ve gone there and taken a picture outside the sign and send it to her Tim.

Why hadn’t it clicked then, she cursed to herself once her phone was in her hands. She let out the loudest groan she felt like she ever had when the date haunted her vision. It was July 20th; fucking July fucking 20th, she cursed to herself again, furiously rubbing her face with her hands as the phone dropped back down onto the couch. She was literally the worst sister in the entire universe.

She had been so consumed with her own life that she had completely spaced that Tim’s birthday was yesterday. She’d never done so before. She had never forgotten a birthday or any day of importance; she’d always made sure to leave herself reminders and be on top of stuff like that. Of course there were times where she would let certain things sneak up on her but she usually had a pretty solid excuse for days like those. But now that she was officially graduated from college she had no other big obligations to keep her truly and utterly distracted.

Sure, she was offered a job at the Gazette, but she didn’t have to start until the fall when they had a spot for her open. One of their tenor reporters was moving to Metropolis around then and Halley was more than okay with being able to take the summer off until then. Kori had asked for her help with getting the new Tower back up and running so it was ready for their new team of recruits.

The team of Titans she knew were mostly disbanded, having gone off to do their own things or another, a new team, a team Tim was a part of, taking over their Tower. Now Dick was in Bludhaven, Hank and Dawn giving up the hero life, Victor now joining the Justice League and Wally and Roy off somewhere no one really knew. Kori had reached out to Halley, asking her to help train her new recruits; Halley agreed and had been here for the last two and a half months.

But this was Tim. How could she just up and forget his birthday?

“Fuck, fuck, I need to call Tim,” She let her hands drop and grabbed her phone once more.

Going to her favorites, she clicked on the second name, dialing his number within seconds. She tapped her fingers against her thigh nervously waiting for the other line to be picked up. Her heart dropped when it had only been brought to voicemail. She didn’t wait to leave a message, hanging up and calling again. The phone brought her straight to voicemail.

He was ignoring her, she gulped.

She held the bridge of her nose, pinching it as she listened through his voicemail, waiting for the beep before opening her mouth to speak. When the beep rang she found herself unsure of what to say. She couldn’t just wish him happy birthday a day late through a voicemail. Biting the inside of her cheek she quickly composed herself, saying, “Hee-hey Tim. Uh it’s me, Halley er-. Look, can you call me? Please? Okay, love you, bye-,” Stupid, she hissed to herself as she hung up.

“Well that was almost as hard to listen to as Garfield when he flirts.” Kori chuckled, watching the girl hang up the phone and let her head drop into her hands.

“Shut up.” Halley spat but was muffled by her hands. She took her head out of her hands, leaning back into the couch and looking up at the ceiling.

Maybe he wasn’t actually in Gotham. Maybe he was with his own team of Titans. Yeah, maybe he was. And maybe he was on a mission and that’s why he couldn’t answer the phone. No, she frowned. She knew that he was in Gotham. Steph had sent her a snap a few days ago of the two of them out at Bat Burger. Wait, she though, bringing the phone back up to her ear. She dialed the blonde’s number but was met the same fate as with Tim’s.

“Ugh they hate me!” She cried out, finally meeting Kori’s eye. “I forgot about Tim’s birthday, Kori. He’s hates me now.”

“Tim would never hate you.” Kori rolled her eyes, waving the girl off and turning back to her laptop and work. “He looks up to you. He’ll understand that it just slipped your mind.”

“Yea but it shouldn’t have slipped my mind. And he’s clearly mad since he’s ignoring me!” Halley yelled, standing up. “Let Gar or Jaime have my plate; I need to catch a flight to Gotham.”

“Halley, wait a bit for him to call you back, don’t just jump on a plane.” Kori squinted at her, noting how similar to Dick she had gotten over the years. He had done the exact thing to her once, way back when she hadn’t answered her phone.

“No, you don’t get it, Kor, we always remember and I can’t believe I forgot.” She frowned, grabbing her phone and heading out of the common room as quickly as she could.

She was so mad at herself. She knew that Tim wasn’t one to just ignore people and send them right to voicemail. She knew he was mad and she was worried that if she waited for him to call her back it would take a couple of days. Halley wouldn’t wait that long, already trying to think of an apology as she looked up flights on her phone as she power walked to her room.

As her head was buried in her phone she found herself walking into a hard chest, instantly looking up with narrowed eyes. In front of her stood one of the last members to join the Titans before the newest kids and Halley showed up. The firm chest of the Atlantean sidekick stared her straight in the face as she slowly craned her head up to make eye contact with his purple eyes.

“Hey Garth, sorry” she said offhandedly, side stepping and moving to walk around him. She frowned when she felt his hand reach out and grip her upper arm, making her stop. “Come on, I gotta go. I have to go to Gotham; it’s an emergency.”

The Atlantean frowned his playful smirk now showing concern as he let go of his grip. He began to follow her to her room, walking a few steps behind. “Is everything okay? Do you need me to go with you?”

“I don’t think the Batclan will want an Atlantean in Gotham. No offense,” She smirked at him, looking him up and down. She pressed down the hall further, “But no, it’s not that kind of emergency. I’m an asshole and forgot Tim’s birthday.”

“You are an asshole.” He teased, stopping behind her when they reached her door. He laughed, raising his hands up in surrender and protection when she turned around to smack him. “Hey, I’m not the one who eats their boyfriend’s kind.”

“I said I was sorry about that!” Halley snapped, giving him a playful push before opening her door. She didn’t bother to close it, knowing he’d just follow her in anyway. “I told you I would be more mindful; I ordered Thai food tonight, no fish.” She pointed out, laughing at the incident that happened when Kori bought them all home sushi a few nights ago. The Aqualad was less than thrilled about her choice and even less than thrilled when Halley openly dug into roll after roll in front of him. “Also, you aren’t my boyfriend last time I checked.”

He watched her as she moved to her closet, pulling out a Superman backpack and throwing random articles of clothing into it. His face flashed from frisky to almost jealous, her words throwing him off as he had already assumed they were a thing. They’d met years ago when they were teenagers and Garth would be lying if he said he hadn’t gotten a crush on her back then. But he had only been with the Titans for one mission back then and quickly went back to Atlantis. When he was offered a full time spot on their roster he was excited when he found out Halley would be joining them for a few months.

It took some time but the pair hit it off, Halley at first reluctantly agreeing to go on a date with him but eventually growing to like the Atlantean. She had only just started dating a few months prior and it was all so new to her but it was somewhat comfortable with Garth. She wouldn’t say that she was falling in love, she was far from it. But she did feel something towards him unlike other’s she dated; she wasn’t bored. It wasn’t as awkward as it was with civilians who knew nothing about her nightlife and it was nice to talk to someone outside of the family who had shared life experiences. She also found herself not constantly comparing everything about him to Jason or holding him to the unreasonably high standards she had to match him.

“Well I haven’t gotten around to asking you yet.” He shrugged but kept a firm face, wanting to show that he was seriously thinking about asking her.

“Oh,” Halley said, placing the last thing she needed in her bag. She zipped it up, trying to shove away her sudden nervousness. She hadn’t thought about getting that committed to someone yet. But as she bit her lip, she looked up at him unable to stop herself from speaking. Giving him a sly look, she spoke “Well, when I get back maybe you can get around to it if you want.”

“I’ll have to make a note of it,” Garth smirked at her, crossing his arms against his chest. “For now let me at least bring you to the airport,” He offered, his eyes followed her as she walked around him and grabbed her phone charger of the plug in the wall and a book from her nightstand.

“Do mermaids know how to drive?” She teased him before heading out the door.

“Wow, you really are an asshole.” He teased right back as he followed her back into the hallway, leading the way down to the garage.

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someonefantastic · 4 years ago

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They Look So Pretty When They Bleed

I had fun interpreting this prompt :) This was gonna be my longest fic so far but tomorrows fic actually is longer so look forward to that. Anyways yay for making it to double digits! Also this is set ambiguously in s8 cause I love me some established shules. Summary: Shawn and Juliet are having a nice date night, what could go wrong? Warnings: stabbing, blood loss, passing out, some innuendos but nothing too outside of the show also on ao3 (this gets kinda long so it’d be better accessed on ao3 tbh) ___ “So Mr. Spencer,” Juliet started as they exited the restaurant and turned on to the boardwalk, “Where to now?”

Shawn grinned and grabbed her hand, a bounce in his step. “Well Detective O’Hara, I was thinking we’d go back home and pop in a movie. Maybe a little Netflix and chill action hmm?” He waggled his eyebrows.

She threw her head back, her laughter only causing his grin to widen. “You have a one-track mind sometimes.”

“Oh, I always have a one-track mind when it comes to you,” He smirked.

She rolled her eyes. “You know, that would be almost romantic if we weren’t just talking about sex.”

He gave a half shrug. “Tomato, cucumber.”

As her laughter subsided, he caught her looking at him out of the corner of his eye. “What?”

She gave him a soft smile, “Nothing. I just like looking.”

Even after almost three years of dating, his cheeks still flushed at the compliment. “Thanks. I like your face too.”

“Thanks, Shawn.”

“Anytime babe.”

It was a beautiful night. A warm, salty breeze came off of the ocean, turning the sticky humidity of the day into a gentle glow. Music faded in and out, as they passed restaurants and clubs, a chaotic symphony of noise. Waves crashed in the distance and the wooden slats creaked beneath their feet.

Shawn tugged on her hand, leading her towards the parking lot. Underneath a streetlight sat her green VW beetle, the interior illuminated. A tall man, clad in jeans and a hoodie stood by the front door, patting his pockets with fervor.

They exchanged looks.

“Is he trying to steal my car?” Juliet whispered, eyes darting from him to the guy.

He shook his head, “I doubt it. He doesn’t seem like the type. Look at him, he seems like he’s looking for his keys. Probably got your car mistaken for his own.”

She cocked an eyebrow. “You think he drives a green beetle?”

“Gus drives a blue echo.”

Pursing her lips, she bopped her head from side to side. “You’ve got a point.”

He turned his attention to the man who was still frantically searching his pockets. “Hey man, lost your keys?”

The guy jumped, whirling around, his eyes wide. Actually, he was more like a boy, had to be in his early twenties at least.

“Uh, yeah. I can’t seem to figure out where I put them.” His voice wobbled as he spoke.

He shifted his feet and Shawn noticed something glint in the corner of his sweatshirt pocket. Subtly, he took a small step forward, making sure he was closer to the guy than Juliet.

“Dang man, I hate when that happens. I lose everything. Last week I lost half a ham sandwich in my best friend’s desk. Boy was he not happy about that.” He chuckled.

The guy didn’t laugh, his eyes darting around the parking lot.

“Well anyway, I think I know one problem here.” The man’s eyes snapped to his face. “This isn’t your car.”

Shawn saw the muscles in his arms tense before he moved. His hand shifted inside his pocket, eyes wild and scared.

There was no time, he had to protect Jules.

The second he stepped in front of her, it seemed like the whole world slowed down. He saw the guy pull out a knife, the streetlights glinting off of the patches of metal that weren’t rusted. He watched as the knife was jabbed into his stomach, cutting through his grey button-up shirt and piercing his skin.

His vision blurred, a dull ringing beginning to creep into his ears. He was frozen, unable to move or speak in a mix of shock and something he couldn’t quite place. All he could do was watch as the guy moved towards Juliet. And as much as he wanted to tackle the guy or do something to protect her, he knew she could take care of herself.

His point was made as the assailant was met with a swift punch to the nose. That was his Jules.

Clutching his bruised, if not broken, appendage in his hand, she took advantage of the situation. Pulling up her dress’ skirt- if he was in his right mind he may have commented on that being incredibly sexy- and unholstering her gun.

“SBPD. Drop the knife.” Her voice was even and her eyes icy.

Blood was now running down the guy’s hand and his eyes were unfocused but he complied. The knife clattered to the ground. Not wasting any time she shoved him up against the side of the car, detaching handcuffs from her other thigh and clasping them around his wrists. At this point in their relationship, Shawn wasn’t even surprised that she had brought handcuffs on their date night, though he was a little disappointed that they weren’t going to be used on him.

Eventually- he couldn’t be sure when Juliet in cop mode was very distracting (also the knife wound but mostly Juliet)- he had wound up on the ground, leaning heavily against the rear tire. The area under his hand was wet and he could feel his heartbeat through his stomach. That wasn’t normal.

He heard the car door slam and Juliet knelt next to him, her eyes wide, breathing heavily.

“I called for backup, they should be here in ten.” She gingerly picked up his hand, gasping as she inspected the wound. “Shawn you’re losing a lot of blood.”

“Oh is that why I feel so lightheaded?”

“Might’ve hit an artery. Gosh, I hope not.” She muttered more to herself. Gripping the bottom of her light blue sundress, she tore the fabric.

His words were starting to slur together, but he couldn’t resist making a joke. “Wow Jules as much as I enjoy you undressing, I don’t think now is the time.”

Shaking her head, she wrapped one arm around his back and gently eased him away from her car and to the ground. “You’re losing too much blood, I gotta try to stop it somehow.”

As much as he’d usually love her touch, this time he wasn’t a fan. He bit back a scream, the pressure on the cut sending fire throughout his stomach. Her face twisted into a mix of sympathy and concern and she grabbed one of his hands.

Raising their joined hands, she pressed her lips against the back of his. “I’m sorry sweetheart.”

“So much for Netflix and chill.” He chuckled weakly.

He watched her apply pressure to the wound for some time. Even given their undesired circumstances, she was still beautiful. Her hair was down, it’s length and style reminding him of the time when she went undercover at a sorority house. He had been so enamored with her. Her quick wit, her sharp investigative skills, her empathy, the way she always kept him guessing, not to mention those great outfits. If someone had told him then, that he’d wind up in a committed relationship with her, even considering marriage, he would have simply laughed and told them to stop messing with him.

But even then he had been in love with her, though he didn’t realize it until much much later and admitted it later still. He loved her. Simple as that.

His vision blurred and his eyelids felt so heavy. It was getting harder to pay attention now. He was shaking, feeling so cold and yet sweating all the same. All he could feel was the pain. He didn’t want to close his eyes, to lose the vision before him, but he didn’t want to stay awake either. Maybe if he just slept for a bit, he’d have lovely dreams of Jules.

She felt his hand go limp. Whipping her head around, she watched helplessly as his eyes slid closed.

“No, no, no... Shawn!” Letting go of his hand, she gently patted the side of his face. His skin was cold. “Shawn, I need you to stay awake.”

When he didn’t respond she swore loudly. Of course, he passed out. He was losing blood- a lot of it.

Picking up her hand, she cursed again at the sight of crimson soaking through her torn dress fabric. Without hesitation, she tore again at her dress, replacing the bloody scrap with a fresh one. Applying even more pressure, she watched his face, looking for any response. She was met with none.

His skin was pale, an odd contrast to the dark stubble around his cheeks. Breathing too shallow for her liking but she could only focus on one thing at a time. Right now stopping- or at least slowing- the bleeding was the priority.

She ran a hand through her hair and then down her face. He couldn’t die. She wouldn’t let him. They still had their whole lives in front of them. Sure it had only been a few months since they got back together but marriage talks were already becoming more and more frequent. Late one night, he told her that their breakup had shown him that he didn’t want to live life without her. She had nearly proposed to him on the spot. But they were still getting back in their groove and engagement was a big step. She wanted him- both of them- to be absolutely sure about their decision before taking that step. Now she just hoped they’d make it that far.

“Shawn Spencer, if we get out of this, I’m gonna kiss you for all you’re worth. Or kill you. I haven’t decided yet.”

Hunched over him, her hair fell around her like a curtain. Brushing it behind her ear she slightly scolded herself for not wearing it up today. Curse Shawn and his love for her hair being down.

She tore again at her dress, scowling at the now mid-thigh length. If he kept bleeding like that, he’d get his wish about seeing her undressed.

As if sensing an opportunity to make a joke, he stirred. His eyes flickered open. Unfocused but still open.

“Shawn,” She gasped, feeling tears start to pool in her eyes. In the distance, sirens blared. There was hope for them yet.

The corner of his mouth turned upwards. Hand reaching out, he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re so beautiful.”

Later at the hospital, she would look in the mirror and laugh, much to the disturbed looks of the people around her. Leave it to Shawn to compliment her while her dress is half torn and her face is streaked with blood. Boy did she love him.

She'd tell him such as soon as he woke up.

#whumptober2020 #no. 10 #they look so pretty when they bleed #blood loss #juliet o'hara #shawn spencer #shules #blood tw #knife tw #violence tw #angst #shawn whump #skipps writes #psych fanfic

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avengerscompound · 5 years ago

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That Kid You Knew - Chapter 6

That Kid You Knew: An Iron Man Fanfic

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Warning: Smut (Oral sex, vaginal sex)

Word Count: 2725

Pairing: Tony Stark x F!Reader

Summary: You had grown up knowing Tony Stark but as you’d gotten older you’d lost track of him. When you see him at a party you have a drug-fueled one-night-stand with him.

10 years later he finds you again and has to come to terms with the fact he’s been a father all the time.

Chapter 6

All the first dates you’d had up until now had taken a similar route. You’d spend a few hours alone, getting ready. The guy would show up while you were almost but not quite ready. He’d take you somewhere. Dinner maybe. A club. Often it was to the movies. Then you’d come home. If it went well, there might be making out or even sex. If not, you’d give them the awkward hug and head inside alone.

That was a long time ago. Back then you didn’t have a kid. You were just a single woman with no one relying on you. You went to work, and when there was fun to be had you had it. Things were very different now. Now you had a career. You had a son. Also, your date was starting by getting home late from work to find the man you were seeing, playing ball in the yard with your son. His son.

His jacket was draped over the back of one of your garden chairs and there was some kind of bot involved as the two of them charged around the yard. You weren’t quite sure which of them looked more delighted. When Tony saw you, he smiled.

“You’re late!”

“Work. How’d everything go?”

“Good. I like this whole, ‘picking my kid up from school thing’.” He said and tossed the ball. The droid swooped in and caught it and then flew off.

“Dad!” Owen whined, taking off after it as it zoomed around the fence line.

Tony came over to you and kissed your cheek. “Are you going to get ready?”

You leaned in against him and inhaled. He was sweaty and still running quite warm and he smelled good. Earthy and salty. With the woody and floral undertones of his cologne underlying it. You wrapped your arms around his waist and he kissed you on top of the head as he closed his arms around you. “Did you just sniff me?”

“Mm-hmm.” You hummed. “You smell so good.”

He gave you a squeeze and let you go, smacking your ass. “Go get ready.”

“You go get ready,” You countered.

“I will. I was waiting for you to get back.” He said. “Did you want me to take Owen over to your mom’s place on the way?”

You leaned up and kissed him again. Despite the fact you hadn’t actually been on a date with Tony yet, you had already fallen into a casual familiarity. He didn’t sleep over but when he was around, the two of you touched in that unconscious, incidental way. Bushing your hands over each other as you passed in the hall. Quick stolen kisses in the kitchen while you cooked. Standing together like this, just leaning on him, and if you felt like it, kissing. It had been a long time since you’d had this with anyone. You’re not quite sure if you’d ever really had this with anyone.

Tony never stayed the night but he was around a lot. Your house was mostly unpacked because he’d ended up paying people to come and do it and while they did he spent time with you and Owen. He started picking up Owen every day from school and he’d be here waiting for you. You’d have dinner as a family. He’d help Owen with his homework and then send him off to bed. When you knew he was asleep he’d come to the couch and the two of you would make out. He never pushed you for more. He seemed quite comfortable with taking it slow like you’d asked. Which was odd, because… well, he was Tony Stark.

You weren't so sure about the whole taking it slow thing anymore. He felt so right. More right than any decision you had made up until this point. He was fun to be around. He was patient and kind with Owen. He was Owen’s dad.

It also didn't help that he was extremely easy on the eyes. All he had to do was smile at you the right way and your panties would disintegrate.

“If you don't mind,” you said. “Owen! Come give me a kiss hello and then grab your stuff so your dad can take you to grandma’s!”

Owen ran over and you hugged and kissed him. “How was school?”

“Fine.”

“Nothing to report?”

“Nope. I’ll go get my things.” He said and ran inside.

“Like drawing blood from a stone sometimes, I swear.” You joked.

Tony chuckled and wrapped you in his arms. Owen had been delighted to find out that you and Tony were seeing each other. He had big plans for a wedding already, despite the fact you and Tony weren’t even sure if either of you were the marrying types. Of the list of things you were worried about regarding ‘dating Tony Stark’ was concerned the biggest wasn’t the celebrity part, it was worrying that you were doing all this for Owen’s sake, and how badly he’d take it if it didn’t work out.

Tony cupped you jaw and leaned in, kissing you slowly. His tongue just barely teased over yours. When he broke the kiss he leaned his forehead on yours and stroked his thumb along your jaw. “Don’t tell anyone, but I might be falling for you.” He whispered.

“Mmm… me too,” you breathed.

“So, tell me,” He whispered, his forehead still pressed against yours. “Are you the kind of woman who puts out on a first date?”

You started giggling and pinched his side. “That’s not very romantic.” You said and headed inside.

He slapped your ass as you turned away from him. “I’m very romantic.”

After Tony took Owen, you went upstairs to get ready. You dressed in something flirty and colorful and matched your makeup to match it. The pair of shoes you chose fit somewhere on that line between pretty and comfortable.

Tony returned an hour and a half later. Normally he just let himself in but tonight he rang the doorbell. You answered it to find him dressed in a three-piece suit. It was light gray with a purple tie and tailored to fit him exactly. He smiled at you and held up a bouquet of red roses.

“Aww,” You teased as you took them. “You really are a romantic.”

“Told you,” He joked and kissed your cheek.

You took the flowers inside and put them in the only vase you own. It’s a little too small for them but you jammed them in as best you could.

“Looks good,” Tony teased as you put them on the kitchen table.

“Gee thanks,” You said.

He laughed and took your hand. “Come on. We have a date to go on.”

He drove you to a little Italian Restaurant in Brooklyn. You’d never been there before but apparently, he had because he went in through the back entrance through the kitchen and some of the people greeted him by name.

“Mr. Stark, so pleased to see you again!” The chef said. He turned and looked you over appreciatively. “Your date is beautiful.”

Before you can even thank him he calls to a waiter and you’re led to a quiet booth in the back of the restaurant, a bottle of red wine as well as a jug of water and left without either of you ordering a thing.

“So, come here often?” You smirked.

Tony laughed and poured you a glass of the red. “I wouldn’t say a lot. But it is good food and they don’t make a scene of me being here. I tip large. It works for me.”

“That’s good. I gotta say, I’m scared of the being spotted out thing. People are already so mean to me. They all hate me for what I did.” You said frowning.

Tony sighed and took both your hands in his, holding them up to his lips. “They don’t know you. They don’t even know me. They just think they do. They see you as competition in a race they aren’t entered in.”

“That’s not just it though. They hate that I hurt you. And I did. I did hurt you, Tony.” You argued.

He let out a breath. “When I found out about Owen it felt like you ripped my heart out. It hurt. But the truth is, it was more like, you made me aware that I had a heart in the first place.”

You smiled and stroked your thumb along his jaw. “You have a heart?”

He laughed and shook his head. “You’re such a little shit. What do you think this is for?” He said tapping his arc reactor.

“Aesthetics?”

He roared with laughter and kissed your hands. “I love you. Both of you. Don’t read what they say about you, they don’t know shit.”

You took a breath and nodded. “Really?”

“Really.”

You picked up the menu and opened it. “You keep saying you love me.”

Tony laughed. “Thought I might get that one as a freebie.”

“I can pretend it didn’t happen if you want me to.” You said, gazing at him over the top of the menu.

He picked up his menu and shook his head. “No, it’s good you know. I don’t use those words enough, even when I do mean them. I think … They have power. You hand them to the wrong person and they can use them to hurt you. Or at least that’s been my experience.” He said. “You don’t need to… anything really… It’s soon. But I need to grow up. Let people have access to that part of me.”

You put down your menu and pushed his to the table, he tilted his head looking at you and you leaned over the table and kissed him. He smiled into it and caressed your jaw. When you pulled back you picked up the menu and went back to browsing.

“If I knew saying how I felt led to that, I would have done it sooner.” He joked.

“Tony… I -”

He waved you off. “It’s fine. It’s too soon. I know it is. I just do. So… let’s not make a big deal about it.” He said waving his hands around, indicating his story had reached its conclusion.

The waitress came over and took your order. When she left Tony reached over the table and took our hand.

“Why me, Tony?” You asked, looking up at him. “You’re Tony Stark. You have people fantasizing about you day and night. Thousands of people. You had strings of people who you would bring home. You could have just about anyone. Why me?”

He laughed, but there was no humor to it. “Yeah… anyone. That’s why I’m single in my forties.”

“Sorry,” You said sheepishly.

He shook his head. “It’s fine. I get it.” He let out a breath and his hand went to his glasses before dropping it. “I think it’s me. I’m broken. My dad couldn’t even tell me he loved me. I’m unlovable.”

“Tony, you’re not -”

He held up his hand. “Hey, you asked the question. Let me give you the answer.” He said. “So, I push people away. Even the one time I had … something… it’s not easy being with me. I get caught up with work a lot. I’m never around. There’s the whole Iron Man, Avengers stuff that will keep you awake at night. I think that’s what killed the last one. It’s hard to be sure. Then there’s the rumor mill. I’m dating Nat. I’m dating Cap. I’m on drugs. I’m bringing home sex workers. I have all the STDs. It’s a lot. I’m a lot.” He slid around the booth and put his arm around your shoulders. “Can I ask you something? When was the last time you did something - made a decision relating to your life - where you didn’t think about how it would affect someone else? Where you just went; I want to do that for me?”

You sighed and leaned into him. “It was that night, Tony. I haven’t done anything that I haven’t thought about how it might at least affect Owen since I got high and had sex with you.”

“Even now… when you question how the public sees you, are you worried about you being hurt by that or me?” He asked.

“I’m worried about you. You’re the one that has to field questions from the press.” You answered. “You’re the one with the fans.”

His hand went to your jaw and he stroked his thumb over your cheek. “You are so selfless. You never take shit from anyone, but somehow you just keep giving and giving of yourself. Maybe it’s time to do something you want to do.”

You leaned in and kissed him, wrapping his arms around your neck and relaxing into it. You ran your tongue over the corner of his lips and he brought his tongue to meet yours, circling them together.

That’s how you stayed until the waitress brought you your food. After dinner, you and Tony when to see a movie. It was an exclusive little cinema, with only ten sets of paired off electric recliners and waitstaff to bring you drinks and food throughout the film. You ordered a ‘death by chocolate’ dessert plate to share along with a cosmo for you and a single malt scotch for him. About halfway through, you moved from your recliner to his, squeezing in beside him and resting your head on his chest. He trailed his fingers up and down your side.

When he took you home he walked you to your door and you pulled your keys out to let yourself in.

“What, no goodbye kiss?” He asked as he watched you fumble with the lock.

“Wouldn’t that happen tomorrow?” You smirked.

His face lit up and he spun you into his arms. “On the first date? Man, you do put out easy.”

“I thought that was a well-established fact,” you teased. “But by all means, you’re free to say no.”

He chuckled and you started walking backward, leading Tony into your house. He kicked the door closed behind him and lifted you. You wrapped your legs around him and you frantically kissed as he carried you to your bedroom. He bumped into a small set of shelves and a decorative table as he moved down the hall.

When he got to the bedroom he pushed you against the wall and slowly let you slip to the floor as you kissed frantically. You bit his bottom lip and he growled deep in the back of his throat.

His hand slid over your jaw and down your neck. The way they felt against you made your skin feel warm and yet you broke out in goosebumps in the wake of his fingers. They moved down your back and unzipped your dress. He pulled back from you, breaking the kiss. You looked up at him and let out a shuddering breath. His eyes were clouded with lust and his lips were slightly pink and swollen. He ran his tongue over his top lip and slowly slid his hands down your arms, pushing the straps of your dress down before them.

Despite how hot you feel a shiver ran through you as your dress slipped to the ground and pooled around your feet.

“Tony…” You breathed, reaching up and beginning to unbutton his shirt.

“Mmm?” He hummed as his fingertips trailed over the line between the lace of your bra and your skin.

“I feel like an idiot. Because I love you too. Did I waste 10 years? Could we have been a family back then?”

He nuzzled against your cheek, his beard scratching your skin. “No,” he whispered. “You were right. The man I was then. He’s not who I am now.”

“You reached the bottom of the buttons of pushed his shirt off. It fell near your dress and you start to kiss down his chest as you unfasten his belt. You kiss near the arc reactor, your lips grazing over the scarring. He hadn’t had the arc when you last saw him, and you could feel the way his ribs had been carved away to house it.

He groaned and his head fall back as your mouth moved along his ribcage and you flicked your tongue over his nipple. When you worked his belt off he lifted you for a second spinning you around and putting you back on the ground. You backed slowly towards the bed, both of you shedding clothes as with each step. Your shoes. Your bra. His pants and socks. Finally, you both dropped your underwear and he lifted you and sat you on the end of the bed.

You looked up at him as he stood in front of you, his cock rock hard before him. You took it in your hand and pumped it a couple of times before leaning forward and running your tongue up its length. He moaned and you swirled your tongue over the head as you gazed up at him.

A smile played over your lips and you started to suck. Just the head first, using a lot of suction and hollowing your cheeks before lapping your tongue over it. Tony let out a hiss and his hands bunched in your hair. You took him deep in the back of your throat and curled your tongue around his shaft.

Tony’s hips moved a little, just a gentle roll that never pushed him further than you could take. You squeezed his ass cheeks and teased your fingers over his asshole. He groaned loudly and his head fell back.

You found yourself really enjoying yourself. The way his cock felt in your mouth. The taste of his precome as it dripped on your tongue. The soft groans and whimpers he made.

Your impatience to have him inside of you overwrote how much you were enjoying sucking his dick. It had been so long since you’d had sex, you wanted him, needed him desperately. You let him go and he immediately dropped to his knees and pulled you to the edge of the bed. He put your knees over your shoulders and began to kiss the inside of your thighs. He was gentle at first but was soon sucking hard enough to leave a trail of bruises to your pussy.

He placed a large open-mouthed kiss on your cunt. He sucked on your folds and slowly pulled back making you gasp and arch up off the mattress. He smirked at you and flattened his tongue, licking up your folds and teasing it over your clit.

Your whole body buzzed like a live wire and you squirmed under him. “Tony, please,” You pleaded. “I need you.”

Tony chuckled and focused his tongue on your clit. He flicked his tongue over it before sucking it into his mouth. You keened and arched up again. He plunged two of his fingers into our cunt and you squeezed around them in shock.

He hummed against your clit as you twisted under him. He held you down, pushing down on your hip to keep you in place as his fingers touched down on your g-spot. You cried out and bucked up against him, clutching at your sheets. He focused on that spot, pressing and dragging his fingers over it again and again as he sucked on your clit.

You started panting and chanting the word ‘fuck’ under your breath. Tony held you in place as he dragged your orgasm out of you. You could feel the pressure of it running through you. When it broke your whole body spasmed with it.

Tony stroked you through your orgasm. When he got up off the floor he smiled down at you with glistening lips. He collected his pants up off the floor and you sat up and watched as he pulled his wallet out and took out a condom.

“Good thinking.” You teased.

He laughed and climbed into bed, sitting up against the headboard. “I do like to learn from my mistakes.” He said as he rolled the condom on and offered you his hand. “Though the more time passes, the more I realize that might have been the best mistake I’ve ever made.”

You let him guide you over his lap and he pulled his legs up behind you. You sunk down in his lap, guiding his cock inside of you. “You old softie,” You hummed as his cock stretched and filled you.

You started to rock against him. He wrapped his arms around you and held one hand on your neck and the other at the small of your back. You started kissing him, tasting yourself on his lips. You tried to go slow, making this about that first-time connection between two people. The concept went right out the window almost immediately. You became frantic, kissing each other desperately. Pulling hair. Bouncing hard on his lap.

You came again and your legs shaking with it. He pushed you back, putting your feet up on his shoulders as your orgasm still quakes through you. He started fucking hard into you. You stretched your arms up over your head and clutch at the sheets as your back curves away from the mattress. “Fuck! Yes! Fuck me hard!” You cried.

He pounded into you. His eyes locked with yours as he held your hips with one hand, digging his fingers into your flesh. His other hand he used to rub your clit hard and fast. Another orgasm took hold of you and as you came, Tony did too. He grunted as he spilled inside you.

You let your legs slip down and he leaned over and kissed you. “I love you,” he breathed.

“I love you too, Tony.” You replied, pulling him down against you and kissing him hard.

He slipped from within you and you both got up to clean up a little and get ready for bed. When you were back under the covers he wrapped you in his arms. “Do you think I could start sleeping over more regularly? I kind of want to do the morning rush?”

You sighed happily. The thought of you actually getting to be a family made you feel warm inside. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

// NEXT

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sinkix · 4 years ago

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♡ Haikyuu!!│Boys as your Roommate HC’s Pt.2│Ft. Kuroo, Bokuto, Kenma & Kageyama ♡

Since the last one did well I decided to do another 2am shit-post consisting of my bby HQ bois as your roommate so I’m v sorry if it’s messy and seems like rambling but honestly what did u expect. <(￣︶￣)> The more I write these the more I just want to summon satan and make them come to life man I love them sm.

You can find Pt. 1 here

E N J O Y ~ <3

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Kuroo:

So. Damn. Annoying

But in like, the best way possible??

Constantly teases and irritates you while cooking or when it’s your turn to do the chores.

“(Y/N)-kuuun I think you missed a spot”

Proceeds to show swabbed finger with the tiniest speck of dust on it with the biggest shit eating grin he can muster

You have constant competitions who can clean more thoroughly and rip into each other as a result.

I mean there’s worse things to compete over I suppose??

He likes to make it a habit of waking you up by throwing his HUGE ASS BODY ON TO THE BED IF YOU OVERSLEEP.

WHOLE BED JUST CREAKS AND DIPS UNDER HIS WEIGHT.

Wraps his arm around you and gives amazing cuddles tho so its worth it

Borderline suffocating you though just so you get up.

Also, don’t wake Kuroo when he’s had only a few hours rest

just, don’t. If you value your safety.

Last time you tried to haul him out of bed in this state he threw a pillow at you and BITCH WENT TO GRAB THE ALARM CLOCK NEXT but u dashed out the room before he could lob it.

Speaking of which, pillow fights.

so many.

Y’all are always throwing random stuff at each other just to startle one another

You both make a conscious effort NOT to aim for the head though so I guess its ok???

The aroma of coffee always greets you in the morning and it’s become hella comforting since you’ve just come to associate that smell with him.

His bed head is 1000x more extreme in the morning which you tease him relentlessly for and def has bags under his eyes but it looks cute.

sleep deprivation but make it chic.

He is much more of a night owl i’m making it canon idc - however usually has to sleep early due to club activities starting first thing in the morning.

He wakes up especially early because he knows he not only has to haul himself up at an ungodly hour but Kenma as well since he NEVER gets up on time otherwise.

Kenma lives a few blocks down from you guys and you often kick it as a three.

Sometimes he stays over just to save the extra effort of Kuroo going to his place.

It’s always v chill with the three of you as you get on really well and just play mario kart till 2am.

which again, big mistake. They end up nearly being late to practise so it’s kinda counter productive lmao

worth it though.

Kuroo is a salty loser js and will definitely wave his arms in front of you or shove his ass in your face to block the screen so he can overtake you.

Sometimes forces you to go on early morning runs with him but it’s actually really nice since you watch the sunrise together while sitting for a water break in an empty field

Almost poetic if it wasn’t for the constant teasing and bickering like an old married couple.

Kenma is VERY thankful you have become his new victim for those morning run routines.

Bokuto:

SCREAMS FROM THE ROOFTOPS EVERY DAY

MY GOD

Actually pretty quiet in the morning?? Like the lil owl is just waking up so he usually just mumbles a good-morning and rubs his eyes its so damn cute

Usually pretty good about getting up on time but some days he needs a kick up the backside to get him out of bed.

He fully made you drag him out of the covers once before he was even willing to entertain the idea of getting up.

those 30 seconds felt like a 30 minute workout since he is so HEAVY.

I feel sorry for the neighbours on that day tbh

“Bokuto-san wake up.”

“NNNgg-aaagGGHHHHH AGGAAASHIII”

“It’s (Y/N) you dumbass G E T U P”

You aren’t safe for long though because ONCE HE’S AWAKE HOMEBOY IS RARING TO GO.

Frequently makes y’all pancakes for breakfast with a frilly pink ‘best chef’ apron on and it’s fucking hysterical.

actually has several aprons and one of them has a stock image of abs printed onto the front.

Pancakes is the only thing Bokuto is competent at so don’t expect anything else without the kitchen combusting

His pancakes are SO damn good tho like bitch who taught you to flip like dat.

Does a lil shimmy with his body and throws it back each time he flips so it basically aggregates as a performance too since hes so extra

One time the pancake landed on the floor and he was in emo mode for a whole day LMAOOO

boy was spiking while mourning the fallen soldier.

Akaashi was so confused as to why he walked into practise in such a solemn mood.

had to stifle his laughter once you told him the reason.

For some reason you have this tradition to play board games on a Friday night

Obvs you have to let him win and be a cocky ass bc otherwise he will be sad until the next morning.

sis will be in a slump while brushing his teeth over losing a game of monopoly.

Doesn’t expect you to come to practise with him but is always grinning like a dork the whole way there when you accompany him.

His game is always A1 on those days so Akaashi is eternally grateful.

Often tries to make you go to the gym with him SINCE Y’ALL BEST BELIEVE BOKUTO BABY AIN’T SKIPPIN LEG DAY.

Actually a really good workout partner though, he’s so hype and encouraging.

Grocery shopping is a nightmare, y’all come back with 3x as much as what was on the list while Bokuto just looks really sheepish and guilty like a dog who shredded up the sofa.

Kageyama:

Your conversations are very minimal at first until he adjusts to living with you.

Hella private with his living space and his bedroom

You always suspected he’s got some like weird alien cult meeting from Fiji going on in there with how shady he acts sometimes.

After a while though he’s pretty chill and doesn’t mind TOO much when you invade his personal space or go through his stuff.

I’d still be careful though an angry Kags is not a pleasant one.

He’s a minimalist, so if you ever get decorating done it’s usually you that takes the reigns since as long as it’s got a roof, a stove, a bathroom and a bed he could literally not give a fuck.

Unexpectedly easy to please over the smallest things, make a meal for him after a long day of practise and it’ll be hard for him to contain an appreciative smile.

Do NOT pull him up on it though bc he will get defensive

just embrace it bro you won’t see it often.

V good at getting up on time and hella quiet in the morning when going about his routine, it’s easy to forget he’s in the house a times so at least he’s considerate.

Honestly doesn’t care whether you come to practise or not it makes no difference to him. Though the closer you both get he will sometimes wait for the moment you walk through the door and mentally slap himself for doing so.

Sometimes plays music in his room but it’s always really quiet and hard to decipher unless you press your ear up against the door.

The boi plays some BOPS though which is really surprising???

Usually takes charge of stuff like grocery shopping, cleaning etc.

Control freak™️ here to assist your household services.

He’s pretty dense though with these matters and needs some guidance at times lmao

Will not get the item on your list unless you CLEARLY SPECIFY AND INCLUDE THE WHOLE DAMN TITLE OF THE ITEM

You’re surprised he doesn’t request you illustrate the fucking bar code.

In the end you sometimes end up caving and just either going with him or going in his place.

Once he warms up to you y’all like cracking little jokes at each other and pulling one another’s leg.

if you get up even the slightest bit late he’ll just throw a lil “good afternoon” with a smirk on his face.

Sometimes he will come and chill with you on the couch to binge watch shows and it’s just a really relaxed atmosphere.

has really good taste in movies and series??

Honestly just a hella respectful roommate as long as you respect him and his privacy in return.

You once stuck his knee-pads in the washing machine on a high temp and they came out ready to fit a 6 year old.

You still suspect he holds a grudge to this day.

He also tried to give them to Hinata and never have you seen him more genuinely offended lmao.

Kenma:

The pair of you always end up oversleeping and it’s a genuine problem ur the definition of a disaster duo.

If it wasn’t for Kuroo strolling into your sleeping quarters most mornings you guys would sleep till the suns ready to set again.

Bless up Kuroo.

Constant video game marathons and y’all always compete to top each others time

It’s basically just the speed-run side of YouTube but under one roof.

Cannot and will not cook he is too LAZY for that.

Only thing he will do is stick an apple pie in the oven.

He’s courteous though he leaves you like,,, a 1/8th slice

smh.

You mostly get take-out or you’re the one that ends up cooking.

Veeryyyyy quiet, only noise in the household is the occasional snicker or lil conversation.

he has such a soothing voice hnnnnnnnnnggggg

The only time it’s remotely loud is when you play video games but even then the volume is quite low.

You usually end up crashing in his room from playing games till the crack of dawn and Kuroo frequently scolds the two of you.

you don’t listen though lmao.

For some reason you both end up in a hugging position when you wake up and neither of you have addressed it.

Except for the sus side eye look Kuroo gives the pair of you when he finds you like this.

He knows if he mentions it you’ll both infiltrate his apartment and choke him out with a console cable lololol.

You order most of your groceries online bc Kenma’s social anxiety will skyrocket and not allow him to be in a store full of more than 10 people, poor bby.

It works out for you too since why tf go there when you can have it delivered to your door.

You often binge watch anime together and he has GREAT taste mind you.

You made him watch a romance anime once and he secretly enjoyed it.

Since then he will very awkwardly request to watch them occasionally and you can’t help but smile.

The only time you clean is when you have to, like bins brimming with trash before you decide to take them out.

You accidentally broke his fav controller once and he didn’t talk to you for a week LMAO.

Still handed you one to play split-screen though so you knew he wasn’t entirely resentful.

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