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slytherweasley · 3 years ago

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Sketches (Dean Thomas x reader)

Warnings: smut- unprotected sex, penetration swearing

Summary: Dean sees y/n sketching in one of his favourite spots in fourth year, he approaches y/n and they sketch together. In the present day, Dean gets back from a quidditch match and just wants a night with y/n instead of partying.

The first time Dean realised you were special was in your fourth year, he had his sketch book and got to his favourite sketching spot and you were there. You had your sketch pad sketching the area around you.

“Y/n?” Dean sits beside you “Oh, Dean! Hi” you smile “You sketch?” “Yeah, I keep them to myself, they’re not as good as the ones I’ve seen of yours” “Thank you” he smiles “Do you mind if I sit beside you? This is my favourite spot” “Please do, it’s my favourite spot too.”

You both sit and talk sketching the same surroundings. “I can’t believe we weren’t better friends before this” he says “I know it’s quite strange. We have similar friends but never became good friends.”

At the end you showed each other your sketches, it was interesting to look at how someone else interprets their surroundings compared to you. “Dean I love your so much” “Yours is just perfect, I can’t believe how good you are” “I guess I have a sketching buddy then” “Definitely.”

You and Dean would go different places around Hogwarts and sketch together, you’d always end up at your favourite spot. You became such good friends, you started to hang out after you did your sketches together.

It took him a year of friendship to ask you to be his girlfriend.

He met you at your favourite spot to sketch again, this time he had gathered a collection of sketches he’d done of you at random times of the year you spent together. After you sketches he gave you the sketches of yourself.

“Dean oh my Godric this is so kind” “You’re my muse, Y/n. I was wondering if you’d be my girlfriend?” Your cheeks blush pink “Yes, I’d love that” you lean in to kiss him.

Dean would always call you his muse, he told you his favourite thing to sketch was you.

You’ve both started your sixth year this year, Dean is a chaser on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. You were so proud of him for getting that position, he was hesitant to try out in fear of not being good.

You and Dean were cuddled up in his bed the night before tryouts. “Seamus is also trying out, he’s been playing quidditch before I even knew I was a wizard. Most people have had years on me” “You might not have played Quidditch but I’ve seen you ride a broom and you’re quick, so much better than Seamus. You also played football, you’re just good at sports, I believe in you.” You press your lips to his “Ok, I’ll do it” you smile “You’re going to do great.”

He was so happy when he got the position as chaser and you were so happy for him. Since then you went to every single game he played.

You kiss Dean quickly before he leaves for the Quidditch game “Good luck! I love you” “I love you more” he runs off with the rest of his team mates. You and Hermione support the Gryffindor team together against Slytherin. Gryffindor won and everyone was so excited.

At dinner the Gryffindor table is booming with chatter. Your arm is wrapped tightly around Dean “I want to celebrate with just you tonight, I don’t feel in the mood to go to a party” he says “Of course.”

You and Dean slipped past everyone celebrating and got into his warm dormitory. You and Dean get changed into something more comfortable. Dean gives you his hoodie and sweatpants.

You slip out of your Gryffindor jersey with Dean’s number and name on the back. You turn away from Dean. He comes behind you and wraps his arms around your waist and kisses your bare shoulder. He sucks on your neck leaving a love bite. Your breathing becomes heavier as he unbuttons your jeans, you step out of them leaving you in your underwear.

His hand rubs your inner thigh, he notices your breathing become louder and heavier. “Are you okay, darling?” He asks softly “Uh yeah” “Do you want me to stop?” “N-no” “Relax, I got you.”

His body is still pressed up against your back, his hand travels to your stomach rubbing up and down before slowly moving the tips of his fingers into your underwear.

Your heart rate fastened as he dipped a finger into your folds, you were so wet and he could feel it. He doesn’t do anything “You want me to stop?” He asks again “No, keep going please.”

He uses a single finger to spread your wetness around your folds, he circles your clit gently and slowly. You inhale sharply at the feel of his fingers touching your clit. He presses a kiss to your shoulder again comforting you.

You knew for sure you wanted to lose your virginity to Dean.

You let out a small moan making your knees go weak. With his free hand he moves it to your back un clasping your bra with one hand. You get out of it and it falls to the ground, his other hand massages your breasts, he also pays attention to your nipples. You whimper at the feeling.

He pulls down your underwear, you wriggle out of them standing naked, you were almost too scared to turn around to show him your naked body. You hear him undoing his pants and you turn around, he looks up from undoing his pants to admiring your body.

“Godric, you’re so beautiful Y/n” you play with your hair nervously as he get out of his pants “Get on the bed” he says, you get onto the bed and wait for him. He pulls his underwear down stroking himself a few times. Your breathing becomes much heavier and your heart races.

“Are you okay darling?” “Just a bit nervous” “I promise I’ll make it as pleasurable as I can.”

He lines himself up with your entrance and slowly pushes the tip inside you, it felt alright until he kept pushing himself in, it didn’t hurt just felt uncomfortable. “Dean?” You say softly “Yes darling” “Can I please hold your hand?” “Yes” he smiles and gives you his hand to hold “Squeeze as tight as you need.”

He continues slowly pushing himself in until he’s fully into you, you could tell Dean was trying hard to go slow. “Thank you” you almost whisper “I love you.”

After a while it felt alright and you let him go at whatever pace he liked. You still held onto his hand, he pushed his weight onto his arms and hovered his face above yours while keeping the pace.

He let out small groans of pleasure, he speeds up a bit, you feel him hit your g spot inside you, “Shit” you moan and he continues hitting the same spot inside you. “Feel good baby?” “Mmhmm” you nod, he kisses your lips, you both moan against each other’s lips.

You break away from the kiss “I feel it in my stomach” you tell him “Good girl, let it go” you take deep breaths staring up at Dean and let it go. You finish around him, Dean lets out a moan as you involuntarily clench around him as you finish.

“Fuck” he moans so close “Please cum inside me, Dean” you tell him “Ah shit, I’m about to” you feel Dean finish inside you. He pulls out and cleans you up. You sit up feeling numb “Did you like it, Y/n?” Dean asks “Yeah, it was so much better than I could have asked for, thank you. Did you enjoy it?” You ask him “So much, I am glad I waited to lose it with you” “Me too” you smile.

Dean grabs you his hoodie you were going to wear before everything happened and helped you put it on. He grabs you a pair of his boxers for you to wear and the two of you cuddled until you fell asleep together.

Everyone coming back from the party were talking loudly, it woke up Dean but luckily didn’t wake you up. “Shut up” Dean tells his dorm mates “Where were you mate?” Seamus asks “Here with Y/n” Ron chuckles “I know what they were doing up here” Ron kicks your underwear across the floor “No way” Neville says.

“Please shush, she’s asleep” the boys laugh “Knocked out after a long night huh?” “Looks like you’re next Neville” Seamus says.

You slightly open your eyes at the commotion in the room. You sit up, Dean turns his head to you “Sorry sweetheart, go back to sleep” he wraps his arms around you and kisses your forehead.

Dean cuddles you rubbing your back trying to get you back to sleep.

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theringers · 3 years ago

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hockey game - lance stroll

summary: your boyfriend catches you chatting it up with his rival before an important game.

a/n: this is unedited but i’ve had this thought in my mind for a while and needed to share it (and show my boy lance some appreciation)

dedicated to my bestie who has a soft spot for hockey lance ;)

warnings: 18+, nsfw, semi public sex (shocker), light (?) choking, light (?) bondage

“Lance what the hell was that?” You yelled as you barged into the locker room. You knew you weren’t allowed in there and you didn’t care. It was strictly players and coaches only, but everyone else seemed to be out for the game.

“Don’t act like you don’t know,” he took off his helmet and threw it to the ground. He had been ejected from the game for causing a fight. Under his helmet, his face had cuts on it and his knuckles were bruised up.

“I really don’t know why you just threw the gloves off for absolutely no reason and punched him in the face!” You paced back and forth. “I understand it’s an important game, but now your team has to play without you.” His temper could get the best of him, but when it came to important games like these, he needed to learn how to control himself.

He scoffed. “Don’t act like you know everything about hockey. This is my job.” He took off his bloodied jersey and wiped his face with it before tossing it in his locker.

You spoke under your breath. “If you’re in here clearly you’re not so good at your job.”

“What did you just say to me?” He was still heated from his fight on the ice. His chest was rising and falling fast, the adrenaline still pumping through his body.

You walked over to him, hoping to talk through his actions with him to help you understand. “Lance, you were supposed to win the championship this year. It’s game 7 and you fought someone for no reason and now your team is going to lose. Because of you.”

“Not because of me, because of you.” He replied. You furrowed your brows and looked around, confused.

“What?” You were fuming. How dare he put the blame on you for any of this.

“I saw you flirting with what’s his face, the-”

“We were not flirting.” You said. “He was asking me a question.” During warm ups, a player on the other team skated over to where you and your friends were seated to watch the game. You didn’t think much of it but apparently it was all Lance had thought about.

He loosened the laces on his skates and sat down on the bench. “Oh really. What does he want from the captain of the opposing team’s girlfriend anyway?”

“He wanted to get my friend’s number.” You we’re telling the truth, but we’re sure Lance was going to have a field day with that one.

“That’s the best you can come up with?” He scoffed, tossing more of his pads onto the ground. He mocked your voice with a higher-pitched tone. “He wanted to get my friend’s number, yeah that’s bullsh-”

“Stop fucking mocking me, Lance. Such an asshole.” You raised your voice at him. Sometimes he didn’t know when enough was enough.

"Stop pissing me off and we won't have a problem." He threw his remaining pads on the ground, just left in his performance wear.

“Oh I’m sorry. I’ll try again and come in here and congratulate you for fucking over your team.”

“If you had heard the things he was saying about-”

“Lance, I do not care.”

He took a deep breath in. “If you interrupt me one more time, so help me god,” he tried to focus on his breathing to calm down.

“Or what, huh? This isn’t a game of hockey, Lance. Fighting isnt solving anything.”

“It’s game 7 y/n! You thought it was a good idea to chat up my rival right in front of me? Right before the game? You must be delusional.”

“The fact that you now think your team losing is my fault…. is beyond me.” You shook your head in disappointment. “I’m going to go watch the rest of the game. Enjoy yourself.” You turned around and headed for the door until you felt his hand grip your wrist.

“Don’t you dare leave.” He said.

“What are you going to do about it?” You turned back to him and raised your eyebrows in a matter-of-fact kind of way.

“I’ll tie you up so you can’t leave.” He pulled the strap right off of his helmet and led you to the bench in front of his locker. “Want to act all tough, y/n? I’ll show you tough.” He sat you down and walked behind you, slowly pulling one arm after the other behind your back. He wrapped your wrists in the rough helmet strap, tying a knot tight enough so you couldn’t wiggle.

“Not so cocky when you can’t touch anything, huh?”Lance circled around to look at you, constrained in front of him. His eyes focused on every inch of your body while he licked his lips and toyed with them between his teeth.

“Maybe I should leave you like this, that way anyone who wanted to use you could have a go with you. Would you like that?” You nodded your head as he moved in closer to you. “I know a certain someone on the other team that I know would want to come have a go with you.” His fingers traced your cheek.

He ripped off your team tank top, making a mental note to get you a new one next time around. Hands ran up and down your top half, your boobs perfectly exposed with your arms behind your back. “Wow,” he said.

He took your nipples in his mouth and kissed down your stomach until he reached the buttons of your jeans. He swiftly unbuttoned them and slid them off your legs, tossing them to the side.

He pulled his own undershirt off, revealing bruises and cuts from today’s fight. You winced at them but he ignored it and held your head in his hands. “You better start behaving for me,” he said with a quick smack to your cheek.

Your eyes shut immediately, not expecting the sensation but it turned you on to be tied up and at his mercy. Watching him, he kneeled down between your legs and shot his still-angry eyes up at you before diving in between your legs.

His tongue rattled back and forth between your folds and sucked on your clit like his life depended on it. He was breathing heavy and his grip dug deeper into your thighs.

You so badly wanted to pull on his dark hair, sweaty and hanging on his forehead from being in his helmet for hours. He looked so sexy after his games, but especially when he lost. He sure as hell knew how to make anger turn into pleasure.

You groaned loud at the feeling and he lifted his head off of you. “Shut the fuck up, y/n. Or I’ll have to punish you when we get home.”

You let out a small laugh. “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.” You felt your body lift and before you could focus, you were standing up, face against the cold locker. Lance was pressed up against your back, and his hand moved in circles over your ass.

“I said,” smack, “shut,” smack, “the fuck” smack “up.” Your behind felt like you had been stung by a million bees, but it was turning you on.

He lubricated his fingers and placed them between your folds, preparing you for himself. You felt him stretch you with one quick thrust.

His hands gripped your sides as he pounded into you from behind. His hands periodically moved from your sides to smack your ass. “Is this turning you on?” His breath hot on your ear. “Fucking you hard when anyone could walk in on us?”

“Yes,” you whimpered. His hand snaked around to grip your throat and his body rocked yours into the locker over and over. The sounds of the crowd reverberated through the locker room, constantly reminding you that you weren’t alone.

Every time he thrust into you, the weight of your body hit against the metal lockers. You could feel him as he thrust deep inside of you. “Are you gonna come for me baby?” He asked, feeling you tighten around him. His fingers were still wrapped around your throat only allowing you to respond with a nod. He pushed harder and harder until your body went limp.

“That’ll teach you to not disobey me,” he said, grabbing his pile of clothes and walking away, leaving you tied up and resting against the lockers. Alone.

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hockeywhhores · 4 years ago

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best for you- t. seguin

Tyler Seguin x f!Reader

warning~ swearing, smut, female and male receiving, alcohol consumption, pushy waiter

summary~ A pushy bartender gets you thinking about Tyler and what you want next with him.

genre~ friends with benefits to lovers, smut

word count~ 2.6K

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As Tyler spent more time in Dallas, he found himself getting lonely. Insert you; you had just recently gotten out of a long-term relationship and were just looking for no strings attached sex. You had met when you started interning for the Dallas Stars, but left after deciding public relations wasn’t for you, you stopped interning. The guys liked you though, so you got invited to most of the social gatherings. You promptly got closer to Tyler due mostly to the fact you were both young and single. After getting close enough with Tyler, you both quickly jumped into a friend with benefits situation. No one but Jamie knew about what would happen behind closed doors.

Tonight was no different. Tyler had invited you to some club to celebrate their recent win. You knew you wouldn’t be making it back to your own apartment that night. You never did anyway. When all of this started, you both promised to end it if one of you got feelings, and you certainly were not successful. Tyler could say the same thing. Getting ready didn’t take long due to you already being ready from earlier in the day. The only thing that changed was your shirt. You went from being in a simple white blouse to Tyler’s jersey. The Uber you ordered was quickly at your curb, and you couldn’t be more grateful. Everyone was coming straight from the game, and usually you would be with them, but you had got stuck at work. Tyler was already texting you wondering where you were, and you put his mind to ease saying you were headed over.

The club was packed. Bodies were everywhere, you could hardly find the group of hockey players. You weren’t disappointed when you found Tyler in the crowd. Tyler was talking with Jamie when you snuck up on them. They were both dressed in their pregame suits. Tyler was looking as good as always. “Boo!” you cheered out. Tyler turned around so quickly, you thought he might’ve given himself whiplash.

“Hey! I was wondering where you were!” Tyler's grin was huge and contagious. You smiled just as big.

“Ya, my Uber got stuck in traffic.” you sighed out an explanation, “Hey Jamie! You both played so well tonight. I had time to catch the third period while I was leaving work.”

“Thanks y/n. Do you want anything to drink?” Jamie cut in.

“Just put your drinks on my tab tonight.” Tyler added on. You smiled at him in thanks. You never wanted Tyler to feel as if you were using him for his money. You turned around to order, when the bartender got closer. “You are wearing my jersey.” Tyler said.

“Yeah. I thought I should since you were such a big star tonight.” you explained. You thought nothing of wearing his jersey when you had put it on. Tyler loved seeing his last name on your back. It made him feel proud.

“Well, let me just say you look hot.” he whispered into your ear while he played with your hair. You swear you blushed redder than a tomato.

“How long do we have to be here, before I can treat my big star for his monumental work?” you questioned him.

“Give it an hour or two. They’ll be drunk enough they won't even notice when we leave.” Tyler guessed.

“Tell Jamie he might want to find somewhere to sleep for the night.” you chirped.

“I don’t think he’ll have a problem with that.” Tyler said as he pointed to Jamie, who was talking up some brunette on the other side of the bar.

“Prefect!” you cheered. The bartender had finally come back with your drink and set it on the counter.

“You have pretty hair.” The bartender told you, as you thanked him for your drink. He had completely ignored Tyler, who was at your side.

“Thank you.” you said again and turned away before anything could happen. When you and Tyler had started hooking up, your dating life came to a complete halt. You didn’t feel the need to get a one-night stand, you were perfectly content with Tyler. Tyler knew who to use his body, he also knew your body. You thought about when you first asked him to try you up. You felt yourself getting wet. This was going to be a long two hours.

“What’s going through that head of yours?” Tyler asked when he saw you turn bright pink. You just winked at him and walked over to his teammates. You wanted to play with him a little. You could hear them all talking about hockey.

“No more hockey! You guys need at least one night free of that outrageous sport.” you shouted as you got closer. A lot of the guys answered in cheering your name as you smiled and waved. Jason was seated on one of the end seats and pulled you into a quick side hug. When you came out of the hug, you felt Tyler’s hand pull you into his side by your hip. You gave him a questioning look, but he didn’t even look at you.

“Lets go dance, y/n!” Lauren excitingly demanded as she grabbed your hand. You decided to go and let loose a bit. You were dancing with Lauren for what feels like forever, and to be fair, it was long enough to finish sipping on your drink. You headed back to the bar. The same bartender was there, and you just tried to get this over with. You weren’t in the mood to get hit on by random men.

“Another vodka redbull, please.” you politely asked.

“Coming right up, beautiful.” you rolled your eyes and waited for him to make your drink. “Anything else I can get you? Maybe I can get your number?” he asked.

“I’m good, thank you.” you denied.

“Come on, please. It's just your number.” he tried to convenience you.

“I have a boyfriend.” you informed him.

“Oh, come on. The douche you were with earlier. I’m so much better than him.” he pressed on.

“I am extremely happy with him. He treats me so much better than you could ever.” you just walked away. Heading back to Lauren. “Hey, Lauren, I think I’m going to sit down for a while.” you told her.

“Are you okay?” she asked, concerned.

“Yeah. The bartender wasn’t taking no for an answer, and I want to sit with Tyler.” you explained. She just nodded and walked you back to the table. “Hey, Ty, Can you take me home?” you asked him quietly.

“Of course. Are you okay?” he asked

“Yeah, I just want to go home.” you said. Tyler got up in a flash and said bye to all of his teammates. You just waved. You had let him lead you out of the club, with his arm around your waist. You didn’t even care about what others might be thinking. Tyler held you close as he ordered an Uber. You were shivering. When you left the house you didn’t even think about grabbing a coat, but standing out in the chilly night you regretted that decision. He could feel you shivering, and after he had the car ordered, he pulled you in as close as he could. He even tried to get you to wear his jacket, but you said you were fine in his arms. So he just held you until the car came.

“What happened?” he gently asked while holding your hand.

“The bartender was being creepy and just out right disrespectful.” you explained. “He told me I should give him my number, and when I said you were my boyfriend, he told me about how he would treat me better than you. Fuck. It's just so annoying.” Tyler’s heart warmed when he heard you had told him you were his girlfriend. He wanted so badly for that to be the truth, but you were looking for a no string-attached relationship.

“I’m sorry, y/n” he said as his hand tightened around yours. You just lay your head on his shoulder, sinking into him.

“Are we going back to yours or mine?” you asked.

“I put my address in, but do you want me to change it to yours?” he countered.

“No, yours is fine.” you signed, resting onto him deeper. Tyler always tried to remind himself that he wasn’t good enough. He drank way too much, was covered in tattoos, and was traveling half the year. So even if you had felt the same for him, you didn’t deserve him. You deserved a nice guy who could be there for you.

When you got back to his house, you took charge. You rarely took charge in the bedroom, but you decided you wanted to tonight. You grabbed his blazer and pulled him into a hard kiss. He kissed back just as hard and pulled you closer by the hips. The dogs came to greet you, which made you pull away. You bent down to pet Gerry, while Tyler started talking to Cash and Marshmallow. Tyler led you to the bedroom and closed the door. You pulled him back into the kiss. You then started pulling off his suit blazer and unbuttoning his shirt. You started pulling off the jersey, but he stopped your hands.

“Keep it on.” Tyler demanded. You just nodded and unbuckled his belt. Sinking down to your knees and dragging down his suit pants. He was left in his boxers, and your mouth and pussy were growing wet. You left some sloppy wet kisses on the outside of his boxer, right on his tip. “Don’t play with me, Princess.”

“I would never, Daddy.” you innocently replied to him. You let the idea of you being dominant leave your mind. You dragged his boxers down and connected your mouth to his now fully exposed tip. Tyler grabbed the back of your head, and you let him lead your head. He started going faster, and you were gagging on him. He was long and thick, and hitting your gag reflex with ease. You played with his balls, while tears were escaping your eyes. You loved when he fucked your face. He was close to cumming, you could tell by the way he slightly slowed his thrusts. You started speeding up your movement, wanting him to cum soon. You kept going unto he coated your mouth with his seed. Tyler never expected you to swallow, but he would be lying if he said that he didn’t find it hot when you did. You swallowed, staring him in the eyes as you did so.

“You are killing me, Princess.” he groaned, and you smiled. “Get on the bed, let Daddy reward you.” You rushed back to the bed, and he pulled your jeans off when you got situated. Seeing your white lace panties made his dick spring. “Did you wear these for me?” you nodded, but he gave your pussy a slap when you didn’t answer.

“Just for you, Daddy.” you admitted. He smiled, happy with your answer. With feather light touches he pulled down your underwear. He loved seeing you squirm in his arms. After your panties were gone, he teased you by kissing your inner thighs. “Tyler. Please.” you begged him. You yelped when you felt a sting go through you. He had slapped your pussy again, but this time harder.

“That’s not my name.” he reminded you.

“I’m sorry! I meant Daddy!” you moaned out when you felt him kiss right above your clit. “Please.” you moaned again. Then you finally felt his lips attach to your clit. You were a moaning mess, and it only got worse when he pushed his fingers into you. He found your g-spot easily. Tyler knew your body like it was his. It was his. He was the one you called, and you haven’t even thought about sleeping with someone else in months. Tyler got you screaming when he pumped his fingers into you fast and was sucking on your clit. You felt like you were in heaven. It only lasted a couple seconds before you were cumming, and you were cumming hard. You were screaming his name. Your legs were shaking, and you had to push him off of you when the pleasure had started to sting.

“That was amazing, Doll.” he complimented you. You blushed and tugged him up so you could kiss him. He kissed you hard, and when you reached for down to play with him, you heard one of his dogs scratch at the door. “Fuck.” Tyler sighed out.

“Go open the door for them. We can finish later.” you swept the loose hair that had fallen into his eyes. He did as you said, and you took off the jersey, and put his white button down on your body instead. Later came and went with you and him cuddling in the bed watching some movie. The dogs had joined in, they all found their own places in little coves in the bed. “Do you ever wonder what it would be like if we put real labels on this” you quietly asked.

“What?” Tyler thought he misheard you, but when he saw you looking up at him with your loving eyes, he knew he heard you correctly.

“Nevermind. Please forget what I just said. We promised not to catch feelings.” you panicked.

“I think about it all the time.” he confessed. “I think about what it would be like to come home to you and the dogs every day. I messed up and caught feelings, but I’m no good for you. You could find someone so much better than me.”

“Tyler. You do not get to decide what is good for me. I’m so sick of men deciding what's good for me. You treat me like a princess. I can’t think of anyone who makes me feel the way you do.” you professed. You got up on your elbows and made sure his eyes didn’t leave yours. “I love you, Tyler.”

“I love you too, y/n. I just wished I didn’t have to leave so much. You need someone that will be there when you need them.” Tyler said.

“No. You were there for me, when my shower head broke, even though you were all the way in fucking Canada. You sat on facetime with me while I messed around with the pipes, before just telling me where your spare key was, so I could use yours. You are there for me more than you realize.” tears were now falling down your cheeks. Why couldn’t he see how good he was to you? “Please, just give us a shot.” Tyler nodded, and you grinned. The kiss was slightly salty because of your tears, but your happiness was overpowering it.

“I just want what's best for you, y/n.” he explained.

“you are what’s best for me.” you proclaimed, kissing his cheek.

“Okay, but the first time I fuck up you need to dump my ass.” he said.

“I will agree to that, because I know you wouldn’t fuck up,” you explained, “Well, not too badly.” you giggled, which got a smile back on his lips. You fell asleep in his arms with the dogs at your feet, and the light sound of the TV in the background.

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nightswithkookmin · 4 years ago

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Hii, me again. 😅

Jungkook made a three syllable poem with "min yoongi" name. At the last name of "Gi" He made yoonmin. Is he try to expose that yoonmin is a thing/ or real??

Ahjumma.... why are you being like this?

What did I do to deserve this ghettory?😟 It's too early in the year to be this ghetto uno.

Don't be like that😒

You are asking me, Goldy- GOLDY of all shippers, if I think JEON JUNGKOOK is confirming his boyfriend of seven years and counting is in a relationship with another member within the same group...

Doing what exactly in that relationship??

Is JK cockholding? What's going on.

KWENCHANAYO?!

You think BTS will survive two members dating the same guy in the same group???

Never mind that it's Jeon Jungkook and Park freaking Jimin- Mr I'm greedy and Mr I don't share my friends.

Like make it make sense to me please😭

After everything we've been said on my blogs for months now, you still asking me this??

You are bold, I'll give you that.

Now tell me slowly and in coherent words why I shouldn't pull your hair and give you three quick punches to your throat- ninja style👀

Someone get her before I snap their neck💀

For the last time-

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If you are new to the shipping community I suggest you familiarize yourself with every ships dynamics or at least Jikooks- if multishipping isn't exactly your thing.

Jikook's entire dynamics is founded on JK teasing JM to death. It's their thing.

He's said he enjoys teasing Jimin because he loves Jimin's reaction to when he's being teased. In fact, the entire group have said same about Jimin.

Did you see JM's reaction to when JK called out the Yoonmin comment in the dynamite reaction VLive?

Did you see RMs reaction too?

He is trying Jimin with these Yoonmin jokes. He's gonna get stabbed. Lmho.

Jimin reacts strongly to when JK in particular teases him with ships, Yoonmin more recently. Yet he didn't seem to mind when V did it.

V used to be the biggest Yoonminer on the planet rooting for and encouraging certain interactions between Yoonmin. Lmho.

Jimin himself perpetuates Yoonmin as a ship.

It would be an insult on his intelligence for anyone to assume he didn't know exactly why people ship two people together or what interactions and moments is considered a moment in shipping sphere.

Statements like, why can't Suga hyung look me in the eye, why does he say I'm irreplaceable to him, insinuates something and he knows this.

Once upon a time, JK couldn't look you in the eyes too. Still can't sometimes.

Jimin has a presence and he has a hold on these men and he knows it.

He goes out of his way to create the impression he and Suga have a very close bond and dynamic- I'm sold on it. Lol.

'5 Jms? As expected. You'll fall in love with them' not sure if JM said the last bit in the BE.TS Vlive, yall check for me.

It's crazy then that he turns around to react the way he does when JK teases him with his ship with Suga.

It seems to me, Jimin knows the intent and energy behind such seemingly harmless jokes- JK can be petty and passive aggressive with these things. You'd think he is joking but deep down he would be pouting and throwing tantrums behind cams🤧

It's Jimin apologizing and looking like his spirit left his body as he sat on the edge of JK's bed in the new Jersey VLive for me.

He needs to free Jimin.

Talk of things I'm getting too old for- Let's talk about why he posted his version of the bridge in disease online🤧

Not to say he shouldn't have posted it. I support that he did wholeheartedly. Deadass found his groove since he started unbuttoning the front of his shirts in 2020.

He's reclaiming the spotlight, putting himself at the forefront unlike before where he'd resigned himself to a supportive role watching his hyungs be at the center of things.

Now he's been talking about that he wants have sexy dance performances like Jimin, write rap melodies for RM, share his own music, try on a solo career one day- we get it. You found yourself Mr I'm independent asserting myself yall better fuxk off but chilee not at the expense of Jimin! 🤺

I mean it's a broad spotlight and they both can share it but damn is someone changing drastically. Not sure if I should be proud or terrified.

It's great and amazing and I'm really truly happy with where he's at mentally and physically since 2020- it's a great sign, don't get me wrong. Significant improvement. His becoming is long over due but he didn't have to grab the spotlight from Jimin like that.

Jk vs JM isn't something I'm a fan of.

It's a shame it didn't work out? What do you mean JK. I'm sorry but Jimin's version is amazing too!😟

What the actual hell JK😭

Back it up. This is not how to Jikook🤺

On guard sir🤺 on guard🤺

Dude did Jimin dirty🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧

I need a refund😭😭😭😭

Here I was waiting for y'all to get on your Jikook agenda and post that first Jikook selca of the year and you are there shipping Jimin with your bandmate and thiefing his shine. Who taught you that?!😥

Y'all are competitive but y'all don't compete with eachother's shine! JIKOOK 101😭😭😭

You share it😥

Show me where in the books this new development falls under. Show me

You winging it and it's unconstitutional😟

I rebuke it in Jesus name!

Someone beam me up.

You got these 13 year olds coming in my DMs telling me you are not supportive of your man's career.

I don't have time for this shit.

SOMEONE BEAM ME UP! Kirk!

If you've watched their Be behind video, and you've seen Jin talk about how RM complained to him when Tae chose Suga's version over his version you'd know where JK is coming from or where I think he is coming from having JMs version chosen over his.

Watch their Be self interview on yt too.

He said there's a melody he worked on for RM and when Jhope thought he got snubbed he recommended he release it instead- to quench his artistic drive perhaps.

That is why he released this song. He did it for himself. Like he said, he won't put out a song unless he was confident about it.

Suga have said time and again how the music and melodies they create never go to waste because they can repurpose it like he did with Telepathy I think.

Even JK explained he was reserving the melody he made for RM for a future group song.

He could have repurposed this or something.

When Jin talked about V vs JM's Christmas song and kept repeating how much he preferred Jimin's song to Tae's because Jimin"s was bright and upbeat, he made sure to clarify he wasn't implying Tae's song was bad. He was just indicating preference.

I won't lie, I was happy he preferred my bias's song but it made my VMin heart ache a little.

V and JM made very different songs, they shouldn't be compared to eachother in that way.

I don't like competitions. And I don't like when two artists are pit against eachother- which is exactly what these two versions of the bridge is doing out here.

I will literally die if in an interview JM is asked about his part and JK isn't. I can't do this😭

Those saying JM's is better make me sick, and those saying JK's is better make me nauseous. They both great. Point blank purr.

What's even more heartbreaking is hearing how excited he really was to share that bit with Army. Dude's eyes was glistening and everything. His bunny smile! 😥

Thats what makes this very hard for me.

The JJK in me is overjoyed and excited that he is doing things that make him really happy. I'm proud of him.

But the PJM in me just😕

I even feel more guilty that I prefer JM's version this time around😭😭😭😭

I feel like I'm betraying JK🤧

I was so happy seeing JM recieve all the love and attention I know he deserves.

Then here comes his boyfriend

'Hold up what about me!' Lol.

Imagine if RM releases the version of Blue and grey he made for Tae and it turns out we prefer that to the version Tae chose💀

Imagine that.

This has been a recurring theme throughout late 2020 to date. Jk's been choosing authenticity and self interests and passions over anything else and I couldn't be more happy for him.

Like we discussed, he's been learning to compromise too lately, which is great.

But honey this is a red flag. Deadass.

To me anyways😏

I've been a strong advocate for a certain level of independence and detachment in Jikook's dynamics because they lowkey exhibited codependency tendencies in their dynamics which is great for us shippers but not so great in the long run for their relationship or them as individuals .

Maybe I'm thinking out loud and prematurely here. I mean we are only beginning to have intimate access to their raw unscripted selves.

I don't think it's not that much of a big deal. RM and JM have equally shared their own versions of fake love on the internet but it is an interesting development in their dynamic to me.

I remember how happy JM was about his version of fake love, and it remains to date one of my favorite beats even though he was just spewing nonsense on that track. Lol.

He was so excited when he shared it with JK and Jin. He said when he showed it to JK the first time, JK said he loved it very much- how loving and supportive is that!

More of this please. Thank you.

PMS is a bitch y'all🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Has me in my feels about this.

I'm pretty sure JM is the one that even encouraged him to share his part in the first place. Won't put it past him.

'Ya Jungkook, release your version too'

'Army will love it'

'Right but I don't want it to seem like- Goldy is crazy you know'

'Goldy who now?'

'What about the thirteen year old fans-'

'Aht aht aht Who cares about them.'

Lmho.

I mentioned a few times on here how I felt JM seemed to have been demanding 'space' and a little bit of breathing room in their dynamic which was causing a little bit of tension here and there middle 2019 through to March last year and it all sounds like drama and speculation but...

May be if I told y'all I am a witch and my analysis of their relationship is based on mediums, phantom whisperers, empathetic readings or tarot cards y'all will leave me alone?🤥

Y'all don't seem to have a problem with the witches and empaths who be doing the same shit I do out here😒

Like we are all 'reading' these mens!

There's nothing wrong with 'psychoanalytically' evaluating a ship you know? Chilee.

Imma call myself a witch if it will get y'all off my back😹😹😹😹

I mentioned JK equally embarking on his own journey to assert himself within the group and within the relationship due to this?

But damn I did not see this one coming.

This is a red flag for me. And no, it doesn't mean they are broken up or having issues in their relationship.

Jk's TMI indicates they still been spending a lot of time together.

This is just a sign there's too much independence in their dynamic now- if you know what I mean.

Relationships flourish based on how attached we are to people- too much attachment is a problem, too little attachment is equally bad.

Jikook have always had a problem with over attachment in their dynamics in my opinion, to the point it was lowkey unhealthy- the jealousy, not being able to 'act professionally' within a group and work environment, having problems with being separated however briefly, constantly wanting to be where the other is etc.

Less attachment isnt necessarily a bad thing either. It means less of all the 'toxic' aspects of their relationship that over attachment brings but too much of that too can trigger anxiousness and insecurity and resentment.

Especially if one of them hates change. Cough Jimin.

With that comes all the wild aspects of love such as possessiveness, jealousy and I know JM doesn't do too well in that department...

In my opinion, I see JM as having a problem when JK breathes down his neck emotionally speaking, and at the same time he has a problem when he is too emotionally distant.

All this is interesting to me.

Who do I need to talk to to give me more of Jikook interactions individually or jointly?

I want to see more of their interactions beyond the overly staged, dramatized fanservice and official content.

Spending a lot of time around eachother and eating each other's ramen- pun intended, does not reflect on how intimate you are.

Intimacy requires depth and depth requires attachment.

How you treat eachother's needs and goals, dreams and desires is equally indicative of the intimacy in your relationship.

That has always been one distinctive quality of Jikook's ship.

And so I wonder the thought process that went into this decision. I know JM wouldn't object to JK sharing things like these or doing things that make him happy even if it has the potential to impact his own shine in any way.

Jikook don't compete against eachother.

I keep saying this.

Remember when I said I found it sus that JK was lying there staring at JM with his hands in between his legs?

Did yall see what the run editors said when JM and JK went up against each in the pool?

'Jikook don't play by the rules'

Jimin had to push JK in the water to end whatever ancient sex ritual foreplay rooted in kamasutra they had going on. Bless him.

And in so doing, he lost to JK.

Whenever they go up against eachother, one of them intentionally lose even though they are both very competitive.

Isn't that why JK said he'd rather 5 Jms so he can watch them compete against eachother?

When JK first made that post, I felt it was out of pettiness or a move to 'humble' JM.

I thought of when he'd posted that photo of himself with a hickey after JM had 'dated' him during the JinMinKook live.

I rolled my eyes and asked, 'what yall gays up to this time?' Why you out here humbling your man?

Anywho chilee we will never know.

At ease.

Signed,

GOLDY

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"Did you just kiss me?" {Draco Malfoy x Reader}

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Word Count: 3,583

A/N: Vaisey will be reader's ex-boyfriend.

Prompts: 12a. "it was open and i read it." 10f. "Did you just kiss me?"

hii! if u are taking requests, could i get angst #12 from the 150 prompt list with draco x pureblood!reader? where she broke up w her boyfriend bc he cheated but she's forced by her parents to attend his party on Christmas (all pureblood families were invited). draco is there and comforts her but her ex approaches them and fluff #10 occurs? sorry if it's too specific🥺

"You're going and that's final."

I looked over the protective cover staring back at me. I ran my hands through my hair and groaned in frustration. This was the last place I wanted to be. He was going to be there without a doubt. My parents were forcing me to attend a Christmas party, all the pure-blood Slytherin’s were to be in attendance. No exceptions. For weeks I tried to reason with her, but she would not have it.

All it took was one look from him and I was right back where I started. I spent weeks avoiding him as best as I could. Almost every corner I turned, he was there. We shared the same classes and walked the same hallways. Even harder were all the whispers that followed.

"Poor thing."

"What happened?"

"I heard he cheated with Pansy Parkinson!"

I was just leaving the library. I had intended to study for a couple more hours but as I stared at the pages, nothing made sense anymore. The lines on the page didn't look like words anymore. I returned the books before putting my book bag over my shoulder. I sighed as I got up from my chair, trying to adjust after sitting for so long.

As I reached for the door I ran into Terrence Higgs. He almost blocked the door, preventing me from getting out. He was Vaisey's best friend, the two of them grew close being on the qudditch team. "Fancy meeting you here." I spent every Wednesday in the library, and I had not seen him once. He laughed almost nervously, "Where are you off to?"

Immediately I knew something was going on. Terrence almost never made conversation with me. I had overheard that he wasn't overly fond of me. He only spoke to me if he had to, or if I asked him a direct question. I moved to the door once more, "I was just about to head back to my dorm." He stepped in front of the door, "You know I was hoping you could actually help me."

I narrowed my eyes, "You want me to help you?" He nodded unconvincingly. "With what?" I watched as he looked around and stuttered, "With um," He pointed to the book under my arm. "Potions."

"Right." I stepped away from him and left the library. I made my way to the dorms. I planned to go to mine but I figured I would ask Vaisey if there was something wrong with Terrence. As I walked up the steps to his dormitory, I heard a familiar giggle. Pansy Parkinson's laugh was coming from his room. I tried to come up with possible reasons. Maybe they were studying. Pansy Parkinson was in a relationship with Draco Malfoy. There was nothing to worry about.

I reached for the door, and the giggles stopped. I opened the door and found her under Vaisey. He looked up, his head moved away from her neck. His shirt was unbuttoned, I didn't say anything. I closed the door and made my way down the stairs. I heard the door slam behind me. "Y/N." I kept walking, there was nothing he could say that could possibly justify what I saw. "Wait!"

I stopped, and turned to look at him. He has hastily tried to button his shirt. He had missed a button, making it uneven. I shut my eyes, trying to keep the tears in. "How long?"

"It's not-"

I didn't want to argue, and he wasn't going to give me answers. He reached for my arm, but I pulled away. I kept walking. No one else was in the common room, but somehow in a matter of hours, everyone knew.

I was dreading the party. For the first time in two years, I was going without him. I didn't tell my parents what happened, but they pieced together that we weren't together anymore. I looked back at the protective covering, and unzipped it slowly. Velvet. Jade green.

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I arrived to the party a few hours late. I didn't want to be there any longer than I had to. I approached my mother. She was speaking to the host. I greeted them both and then went to the kitchen. Most were gathered in the living room beside the fire. I had forgotten how lonely these functions were. I looked around, hoping to catch a glimpse of anyone I knew. No luck. I poured myself a drink to pass the time. I looked at the clock. 9 pm, another 2 hours and I was clear to leave.

I heard the clink of glasses, the host was going to make an announcement. I rounded the corner and stood by the living room. Everyone gathered in the living room. I started to feel uneasy, he was here. I tried to keep my eyes fixated on the floor. I gently stirred the drink in my hand, keeping my eyes on the liquid inside.

"No. I am not going to tell you again Draco."

I heard harsh whispers beside me. He scoffed, and his mother joined the group in the living room. He stayed by the kitchen, leaning against the marble countertops. I acted like I didn't hear the exchange. Draco's body language said everything. His arms were crossed over his chest, and his face had a scowl on it. Odds were he was forced to be here too.

It was the perfect opportunity to get the younger generation together in hopes of preserving the pure-blood line. That's what all these gatherings were for. It also gave the hosts a chance to show off their elegant mansions. The rich loved to boast, they loved the competition.

We had attended the same gatherings for as long as we could remember. We shared the same classes, and were even in the same friend group. Draco was the seeker for the qudditch team. We were well acquainted. We just hadn’t spent much time together since we were both preoccupied.

The host was making the traditional announcements. Thank you for being here, and so on. I sighed and looked at the clock again. It had only been 5 minutes since I last checked. Draco chuckled to himself, "I know the feeling." He looked over, "You mind?" I shook my head and he came and stood beside me. He was dressed in an all black suit. He had gold cuff links and black dress shoes. His fingers had several expensive rings wrapped around them. "These are terribly dull." I remarked, and he nodded in understanding.

Even though neither of us mentioned it, we were sharing the same thought. I'm sorry this happened to you. I looked up, the host was still going on with her announcements. I couldn't help myself, my eyes scanned the room. I inhaled deeply as my eyes caught him. Draco followed my gaze. I quickly looked down and took another sip of my drink. I heard him shuffle beside me. He pulled out a small silver flask. His eyes invited me in. I smiled and brought my cup forward. I watched as he poured from the flask. "Thank you." I said gratefully, I couldn't imagine how I was going to get through the rest of the night.

I took another sip. "Would you like some company for the night?" I asked, normally I wouldn't be so forward. It didn't hurt to ask. He chuckled, as he slipped the silver flask back into his suit pocket. "I wouldn't mind it."

Soon the host dispersed the group and they all moved back to their groups. Draco and I settled in the kitchen. We sat on the chairs by the counters. We talked for the rest of the night, helping the time pass much faster.

"Crabbe didn't say much after that." He said pleased with himself. We both laughed, even gaining some attention from those passing by. Soon after Draco looked down at his watch, "If you'll excuse me for a moment." He got up and disappeared into the living room. Spending time with him made me feel normal again.

I had other friends but they had been walking on eggshells. They weren't sure how to approach me. They treated me like I was fragile, and granted I was. But it was nice to just forget about everything, even of it was for just an hour or two. It was almost midnight by now and the party was still humming vibrantly. I heard footsteps approach, I was expecting to see Draco.

Instead, it was Vaisey. I got up from my chair, I was having a good night. I was not going to let him ruin it. "Just wait." He held out his left arm in front of him. "I'm not going to try anything I just wanted to give you this."

"No. No more gifts no more letters, please. I just want to move on."

"This one is different. Just take it, and I won't bother you anymore. You can decide if you want to talk to me, on your own terms. Just please." He stepped forward slowly and brought a gift forward. It had a silver wrapping paper, and a sterling green bow. I took it and he backed away slowly. "I'll give you some time to think." He retreated back into the living room. I sighed and placed the gift on the table.

I stared at it, the smart part of me said to just throw it away. Don't open it, just get rid of it. But part of me wanted to know. Why was this so special he had to hand deliver it? Curiosity got the best of me. I carefully pulled back the green bow, and the silver box came undone. It fell in cascades. It was a collection of small boxes. I opened each one, and they came with part of a letter. The flaps of each box had photos of us collected over the two year period we were together. My eyes brimmed with tears, I looked back at the frozen pockets of time. We were so happy, so in love. Or at least I had thought.

Pictures of us at games together, me wearing his jersey, his name painted on my cheek. I exhaled as the tears flowed steadily. My heart ached. I wanted this, I wanted to be happy again. I wanted to be in love again. But it just wasn't possible, not with him. I pieced the letter together.

I can't express how truly sorry I am. There was nothing that you did wrong. I was selfish and impulsive. I should've never agreed to meet with her. But you deserve to know. You deserve to know it all. So I'm going to tell you the complete truth. It started when you went to the library to study for O.W.Ls. After our game I went to celebrate with friends. One thing lead to another and I got drunk. Pansy came on to me and I didn't stop her. That was the first time we slept together. It continued until you caught us. In total, we were together for 6 months.

The letter kept going but I couldn't keep reading it. So many different things were running through my head.

“The first time we slept together...”

“For 6 months...”

I left the letter and the gift on the table. I walked outside of the mansion. Once I got outside I moved to the back of the property. My legs gave out and I finally felt it all. I had been trying so hard to keep it together but this was the last straw. I couldn't do it anymore. I let out a sob and felt the tears stream down my face.

He said it wasn't my fault but his actions said otherwise. I wasn't there and he decided I wasn't enough. I continued to sob. The gravel was digging in, but I couldn't bring myself to move. The cold wind showed no mercy. The air ambushed me, making me feel cold. I heard the door to the mansion close. I kept quiet for a moment, not wanting to draw attention to myself. I heard the footsteps against the gravel. They got closer and closer.

I looked up and found Draco looking back at me.

"It was open and I read it." Draco held up the gift, and the accompanying letter. I couldn't even be upset. He was going through the same thing I was. I sighed and wiped my tears. "I'm so sorry." He dropped down and put the letter and gift on the floor. "You have absolutely nothing to be sorry for." I couldn't help myself. I cried even harder.

He pulled me into him and wrapped his arms around me. "It's going to be okay." He held me as I continued to cry softly. After a few minutes it died down. He pulled back and pulled out a few tissues. He had anticipated what happened when he got back and grabbed a few. I took them and cleaned myself up. "I'm sorry, I'm not usually like this."

"It's okay, really. I understand." And he did. As he read the letter, it was clear for him too. He took off his jacket and placed it over my shoulders. I went to protest but he shook his head and reassured me he was fine.

"Let's get you out of here."

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I decided I needed to thank Draco in person. It was the least I could do. I decided the walk would help clear my head. It wasn’t very far, only about 10 minutes. When I arrived at the manor, the gates opened before me. I kept walking to the manor. Once I reached the front door I was greeted by Narcissa. She had always been fairly kind to me. I can only imagine it was due to my lineage. “To what do we owe the pleasure dear?”

I laughed a little, “I just wanted to talk to Draco for a moment, if that’s okay.” She nodded and opened the front door. “He had to go and fetch something in town, but he should be back soon.” I should’ve written him to see if he was going to be busy. It had slipped my mind. I hesitated walking in. “I can just come back another time-”

Narcissa put her hand on my shoulder. “Oh nonsense! You’re welcome wait here.” I didn’t want to seem rude. I hadn’t really spoken to her last night, it seemed only fair. She lead me inside into the kitchen. “I’ll get you a cup of tea.” She gestured for me to sit, so I did. She took a cup from a cabinet. “I can’t help but have overheard what happened.”

I tensed up, this was the last thing I wanted to talk about. Of course she knew, it was her son’s girlfriend after all. “Draco was so torn up about it. You both seemed better last night. I’m glad he has someone like you.” She placed the cup of tea in front of me. “Thank you, Mrs. Malfoy.”

She asked me a few questions about my parents, but nothing to invasive. I was beginning to regret staying when the front door opened. Narcissa called to him, and he made his way to the kitchen. He looked a bit surprised. “I just wanted to talk to you for a moment.” He nodded, and I stood. I thanked his mother again. He motioned for me to follow him. We walked to the stairs, “Sorry, for just showing up. I should’ve written to you first.” He shook his head, “It’s not a problem.”

He opened the door to his room. I walked in and he shut the door behind us. “I don't know how to thank you." He sat down on his bed. "I'm sure I'll think of something later." He chuckled. We talked for a couple of hours, continuing some of our previous conversations.We were going to be returning to Hogwarts in 3 days. “Perhaps we can catch the trolley together.”

Draco had been left in an unfortunate situation. Most of the friends he had were shared with Pansy. In the ride back home he was stuck with Blaise and Pansy. Neither of them had spoken a word. He didn’t want to have to relive that.

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Draco had kept to his word. We started spending a lot of time together. His presence became comforting. Of course whispers began to follow us again. I tried my best to ignore them. Pansy glared at me in the hallways, as if I was the reason their relationship fell apart. I found it amusing. Her and Vaisley truly deserved each other.

Draco and I were sitting in the astronomy tower. We were studying for a test, but I noticed he was awfully quiet. He was just staring at the wall, a blank expression on his face. “Draco?”

“I think I’ve finally figured out how you can repay me.” Draco stated, making me sit up. Curious, I closed my book and leaned forward. I did say that he could ask for a favor. I almost thought he had forgotten about it. “I’m all ears Malfoy.” He laughed, "Let's have a proper first date." I blinked in shock. I had thought of Draco romantically. But I didn’t anticipate anything to come from it. We had both just gotten our hearts broken, and here we were testing fate. I bit my lip, as I thought over the consequences. Draco tried reading my expression.

“You know I would love to.”

He decided to keep the location a secret. I tried getting information out of him, but he wouldn’t budge. “But I don’t even know what I’m supposed to wear.” He thought for a moment. “Something warm.” It wasn’t much, but it was something. We arrived at the common room and he walked me to my dorm. “I’ve got some things to attend to, I’ll send an owl soon.” He placed a kiss on my forehead before going back down the stairs. I opened my door and sighed. I looked at my closet and pulled some warm clothes. It was still snowing pretty heavily, but spring was almost upon us.

I got ready and kept an eye out for any owls. A few hours later I heard soft taps on my window. I opened it to find Draco’s owl. I gave him a treat before he left again. I opened the letter.

I had more to do then I intended. I sent a car for you.

Draco

I folded the letter back up and left it on my dresser. I made my way to the gates and sure enough, there was a car. My mind was drawing a blank. As I looked out the window, I watched the snow fall. It was mesmerizing. The ride wasn’t long, only 15 minutes. Once the car came to I stop I thanked the driver. Once I opened the door, I looked in awe. It was a small cabin. It was decorated beautifully. Warm yellow lights wrapped around it, the walls were covered in a thin layer of snow. Draco was standing at the door, he came and met me in the snow. “It’s beautiful.”

“I’m glad you like it.” He opened the door and we were greeted by warmth. He closed the door and hung his coat by the door. He took mine as well. “Thank you.” He lead me to the kitchen. There was an array of sweets and hot chocolate. I looked at him in shock, “You did all this?” He nodded. “I wasn’t sure what you were in the mood for so I got an array.”

No one had ever done something so kind for me. I looked at him in awe. “And I got these too.” He showed me an array of movies. “This is perfect.”

We settled on a movie and moved to the couch. It was right by the fire place. He put in the movie then came and joined me. He took a blanket and placed it over us both. I moved closer to him and he smiled. He moved his arm and invited me closer. Once I did he put his arm around me.

After the movie was over he revealed another surprise. Gingerbread houses. It was something I always wanted to do. I remember mentioning it at the Christmas party. “I know its a little late but-”

“I love it.” I was so happy he remembered such a small detail. Shortly after we got started, his house fell apart. I couldn’t help but laugh, he had managed to set all of this up but the gingerbread house was what got him. “What are you going on about?”

“How did you manage that Draco?” He walked over ad smeared the wall of my gingerbread house. He licked his finger and smirked, feeling proud of himself. “Just like that.” I stared at him for a moment and watched as his eyes trailed to my lips.

He moved closer, the tension between us grew. I thought about how happy he made me feel. I thought about how he had been there for me. In an impulse I leaned forward and closed the space between us. Draco responded to the kiss almost immediately. We broke away and he smiled, "Did you just kiss me?" I laughed and rolled my eyes, going to pull away. He responded by pulling me in once more.

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mugi-chan · 4 years ago

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This scenario where you walk in on them doing something, it goes from sleeping, enjoying their hobby and or changing but honestly I don’t know if I wrote this right or good.

Ace:

You wanted to show Ace a new card game you found

When got his room you knocked really fast

You didn’t hear Ace to tell you to wait and you opened the door

There you saw Ace shirtless going to put on his Jersey

“Ohmygoodnessimsosorrybye!”

You quickly slam the door and turned away

Your face was so red you could feel your ear burn up

Ace didn’t know what just happened but shrugged

He put on his jersey and open the door seeing you on the floor mumbling while hiding your face

“Oi are you just going to lay on the floor or what?”

He gave you nudge with his feet as you just groaned on the floor

Aight so this is how we gonna be

“Did you at least like what you saw?”

You swung your arms around trying to punch Ace

Ace laughed and helped you up

“Come on i’m going to be late for practice”

Deuce:

Ah Star sending even has ended

Deuce was changing back into his regular clothes

You brought him some snacks for a job well done!

You were two excited and forgot to knock

When you barged in while Deuce removed his jacket

His back was faced towards you so his back was completely expose

A small blush was formed you want to give him privacy but

His back and shoulders were so expose

You want to poke his back

So what did you do?

You snuck up to him and poked his back

“Hey deuce”

He literally whipped around and grabbed your hand

His grip was deathly

Once he noticed it was you he quickly let go and spewed out 1000 apologies

He gently rubbed your wrist to see if it hurts

“What were you thinking (y/n)? I could’ve hurt you!”

“I’m sorry but I brought snacks”

There it is Deuces goofy smile

After Deuce kissed the injury you two enjoyed the snacks you brought

Deuce asked Trey to brought some ice for your wrist just in case there might be a bruise forming

Riddle:

“Oh I think Riddle is a little busy right now, but I think he would be okay if you vist him”

That’s what Trey said, but he wasn’t being specific as he was busy himself

Hmmm okay little weird but okay, You walked to Riddle’s room

You heard little coes and aws from Riddle’s room

A soft knock and you opened the door

Revealing Riddle holding three hedgehogs in his hands

“Riddle?”

His face looked like a deer in the headlights

He quickly put down the hedgehogs and shoo them to their cage

“Aghm, yes (y/n)?” You could see his face was turning red

“What were you doing?”

“Nothing”

MHmmm sure, you walked towards him and he quickly move to hide the hedgehog cage

“Riddle, are you hiding something?”

A quick no and he turned away from you

You saw the hedgehog cage and huge smile formed on his face

“You got some cute hedgehogs”

Oh there goes Riddle, red in the face and was stumbling over his own words

Trey:

You came to the heartslabyul dorm late at night

The last you heard of Trey he was saying he was busy helping the second years

When you walked in you saw Trey fast asleep in the lounge

I guess he was too tired to even make the trip back to his room

A small smile was on your face as you walked close to Trey

His face looked so peaceful when he’s sleeping

You gently took his glasses off his face and set it down next to him

Looking around you saw a blanket neatly folded close by

You grabbed that draped it over his shoulder

You sat right next to him copying the sleeping position Trey was sleeping in

Kind of creepy but you just watched him sleep for a while

You placed his glasses on top of your head just to be safe

Sleeping taking over you fell asleep right next to Trey

Trey woke up after a couple minutes you falling a sleep

Rubbing his eyes and immediately noticing his glasses weren’t on

He looked around for his glasses and saw you sleeping so peacefully next to him

‘I guess (y/n) did all of this’

He removed the blanket that was on him and place it over you

Gently and quietly he picked you up and brought you back to his room

Snuggling up with you he drifted back to sleep knowing your comfortable and with him

Cater:

Cater was playing on his guitar

A nice sweet tune

He had his headphones in listening to the music sheet so he knows what it sounds like

He didn��t hear you walk into his room

When you did you called out his name but you can hear the music he is play

You didn’t want to disturb him so you just sat there and listen to him playing his tunes

It was really nice hearing him relax

As soon as he finished playing he saw movement next to him

Turning around he saw you which scared the living soul out of him

“OMG (Y/N)?!”

He almost dropped his guitar luckily he had the straps are attached

“Sorry sorry! I didn’t want to disturb you playing your guitar!”

You gave him a quick kiss on his diamond face mark

“That was a really nice song! What’s the name of it?”

Cater told you the name of the song and continue to play it for you

Walking in on him playing the guitar is probably the best thing you ever done

Leona:

You were use to walking in Leona taking a nap

But this time it was different

Cheka was visiting Leona and they decided to take a nap

Cheka was sleeping right on top of Leona

Ohmygoodnessthatissocute

You walked in seeing them sleeping together

You tried to grab your phone so quickly that you accidentally dropped it on the floor

You cursed under your breath as you grabbed it off the phone

When you got up Leona had one of his eyes opened looking at you getting up

“Oh hey leona”

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing”

You two were whispering so to not to wake up Cheka

He went back to his nap

Perfect, time to take a picture of him and Cehka

When you do take a picture you stared at the picture for a really long time

You cuddle up to Leona since you were also pretty tired

Ruggie:

Ruggie didn’t expect to fall asleep in the library

It just sleep just came to him

You were looking all around for him

Leona was no help since he was asleep when Ruggie left

Jack was some sort of help as he knew that Ruggie was back at school

You couldn’t find him anywhere at school so the only place he could be is at the library!

After walking for what felt like ages you made it to the library

When you walked in you immediately saw Ruggie sleeping peacefully

Aww how cute! Ruggie has been working really hard recently, sometimes he just needs a break!

You walked over to see his peaceful face

You tried to pull out your phone but Ruggie was already laughing

“Shishishi what do you think your doing (y/n)”

His mischievous smile was plastered all over his face as he had a long stretch

“Aw come on your face was peaceful I wanted to take a pic of it!”

You pouted as he ruffled your hair a bit

“You going to have try better than that, the rats are better at sneaking than you”

Ruggie gather his stuff and you and him left the library

Jack:

“Aww your so cute”

That wasn’t aimed towards you

If it wasn't for you then who?

Panic that Jack is doing something irrational you entered the room

A big sigh relief washed over you as it was just Jack cooing at his window

Why is he cooing the window?

Trying to sneak up on Jack is impossible

He quickly whipped around angry but softened when seeing you

A few seconds later he was embarrassed and was trying to hide something

“Jack, what were you cooing at?”

“N-Nothing, it was nothing okay!” Jack pushed the thing further away

You caught a quick glimpse at the thing and it was a cute tiny cactus

“Were you cooing at your cactus?”

Now his face is even more flush

He tried to deny it but his tail was telling a different story

His tail was waving like crazy he tried to stop it

but it was to late you saw it and now you were making fun of him

After all the teasing Jack introduce you to all his little cactus albeit with a small blush on his face

Azul:

Crap Azul forgot to take his potion

Jade and Floyd helped Azul to his Octopus pot

But they completely forgot to tell you that Azul is having issues

So when you walked to Azul’s room you were practically shocked at how disarray his room was

Azul was trying to brew a potion as fast as he can but hearing the door open made him spill almost everything

Turning around he was horrified on who he saw

He wasn't ready to show you his octa form and you know that

As soon as you confirm it was Azul you quickly turned around close your eyes and left the room

Azul wanted to die right then and there

He hoped you didn’t see anything

You saw some parts of Azul but not his full form

You just sat outside his door sitting there not knowing what to do next

Jade and Floyd came to check up on Azul and saw you sitting on the door

Crap Azul is going to kill them for forgetting to tell you about Azul’s situation

“Azul are you okay?”

He didn’t answer any questions just quickly make his potion

After a few minutes of no answer Azul opened the door back to his human form

His eyes softened seeing you on the floor waiting for him but glared at Jade and Floyd for their careless mistake

Well he doesn’t think it was an accident that the leech twins didn’t tell you

They most likely wanted to see what would happen

Jade:

Jade was just finishing a shift in the mostro lounge

And I guess you were too excited to spend time with Jade that you forgot to knock

Jade just started to unbutton his shirt when you burst open the door

He was use to Floyd barging into his room

But you on the other hand was red in the face

You tried to leave the room but in your panic you closed the door

Making Jade turn to see who it is

Seeing you all red and flustered something kind of snapped in him

He loomed over you placing his hand underneath his chin

“Oya oya, it seems like a little prey has wander into a predator’s den”

You kept trying to open the door but it seems like it was pull not a push

“I’m sorry, i’m sorry I didn’t mean to barge in uhhh”

You turned around trying to open the door

BAM

Jade had kabedon you between him and the door

“I really didn’t mean too”

Jade’s lips ghosted over your ear

“Are you sure?”

Now your not sure

One arm next to your head and another arm wrapped around your waist

His feral side was seeping out

There was no way you were going to get out of this

That was until Floyd knocked on the door

“Heyyy Jade why is the door lock~?”

Another time Jade another time

Floyd:

The music was so loud the whole dorm can hear it

Floyd was dancing around the mostro lounge not caring what the world thought

You walked into the mostro lounge seeing Floyd dancing around

You smiled as you slide into one of the bar stools

Floyd just kept on dancing

When the music stopped Floyd just laughed to himself as he went over to pick a new song

He noticed you sitting at the bar stool staring at him

“Ahhh~! (y/n)-chan you saw me dance?”

You just gave a sweet nod as you got off the bar stool to greet him

He pulled your face for a kiss

It was rough but it was sweet

After breaking the kiss Floyd push play on the music and pulled to the mostro lounge

He laughed as he twirled you around

You were getting dizzy and low key regretting walking in floyd dancing

Floyd’s dancing is very sporadic and wild

you don’t know what he’s going to do next as the music keeps picking up

Jade and Azul were watching in sympathy as you were being tossed around like a ragdoll

Floyd though was having the time of his life

It was just you, him, and music blasting in the back

RIP you and your stomach

Kalim:

Kalim was really focus on making this song

He wanted it to be special!

What kind of song was he trying to produce?

A song for you of course!

Jamil helped him by keeping him from telling you about it

As Kalim is really bad at keeping secrets

They had a plan in place, if Jamil, Cater, or Lilia sees you trying to find Kalim they would point you in the wrong direction

Sadly, Jamil was busy getting ready for a basketball game, Lilia had to find Malleus as he has disappeared again, and Cater had to get ready for the unbirthday his dorm was hosting

So no know was going to stop from walking in on Kalim singing the song

You were going to ask Kalim something but stopped when you heard him singing

As soon as you heard his voice you hid behind a pillar and listen to him

Not wanting to disturb him and his concentration

Your eyes widened when you heard him started to sing your name

Was this Kalim and Jamil trying to hide from you?

You sat there listening to it trying to process all of this in

The door suddenly slammed open revealing Jamil who was sweaty from his practice

When he spotted you sitting behind the pillar he knew it was over

You already knew about the secret

Jamil just put his finger your mouth signalgly you to be quiet

You nodded as Kalim was asking Jamil what's wrong

Jamil lied to him saying nothing was wrong

This was a little secret you will have to keep until Kalim finished his song

Jamil:

Finally his basketball game has ended

He was sweaty, tired, and just wants to go back to the dorm

Not even bothering to change out of his jersey he just dragged his feet back to the dorm

You and Kalim were so happy for Jamil and you two were talking about how Jamil did really good!

Kalim said his good nights and went to bed

Jamil didn’t even notice that he was holding your hand and dragging you to his room

You tried to tell him that he was holding your hand but he kept dragging you

He only let go of your hand once he was in his room

When he did let go of your hand you went off to go grab a cold towel for him

Jamil just flopped onto his bed and started to remove his jewelry

Once he did he started to take off his jersey and threw it into his laundry basket

When you got the cold towel for him you politely knocked at the door

Jamil who was still out of the state he just said “come in” while he was changing

When you walked in your face was so flushed you were trying to be coherent but sadly all came out was bunch incoherent words

When Jamil finally turned around his face was flushed as well

That definitely woke him up

You two were trying to say apologies but in the span of three seconds no coherent word came out of anyone's mouth

You quickly just threw the cold tower to him and slammed the door behind you

Jamil just took the towel

grateful that you brought him a nice cold towel

When he finally got change a small blush was still on his face

and opening the door he saw you trying to calm down red beat face

“Ah (y/n) I’m sorry that you saw that”

“No it’s fine Jamil, I mean it’s not like I didn’t like it, I MEAN i mean…” You didn’t know what to say without making it weird

Jamil just gave out his soothing laugh and wrapped his arm around your waist

“I mean if you liked it you liked it”

Oh my there goes your face, it was so red you couldn’t even speak

Vil:

Vil strictly tells you not to come to his room without permission

It was mainly because he doesn’t want you to burst in when he was doing his makeup and messing him up

He was doing his skincare though so it should be fine

Vil had his headphones plugged in listening to music while laying down on his bed

You softly knocked on the door waiting for an answer

When you got no response you open the door

You peaked inside you were scared out of your mind

It looked like there was a monster laying on Vil’s bed

“Vil is that you?”

Vil peaked open his eyes seeing your horrified face

“What do you want my Potato?

You hopped onto Vil’s big comfy bed

“I wanted to show you something”

Vil raised an eyebrow as you excitedly showed him the thing you wanted to show him

He was still wearing his face mask

Although it made Vil look scary it didn’t deter you

Once you finished showing him what you wanted to show he got off and whipped off the face mask

“Does it hurt when you remove it?”

“Oh sweet potato, I would never buy peel off mask unless totally necessary”

“Ohh okay that makes sense I guess”

Rook:

Rook always tells you not to come see him without permission as he there “something” he doesn’t want you to see

You wanted to know what he was doing

But you did respect his privacy so you didn’t push him to tell you

You wanted to surprise Rook with a present

When you didn’t hear any noise from Rook’s room so you thought he wasn’t in his room

You cracked the door open peeking inside

Rook was sitting at his desk with his window open

What is rook doing and why is he staring out the window?

In close inspection you saw that he had a camera in his hand and was taking pictures

Looking out the window you couldn’t see what Rook was looking at but you can clearly tell it was something interesting

You didn’t want to disturb rook and tried to quietly leave the room

“I see you didn’t listen to my words mon amour”

You froze in your tracks worried that Rook was mad at you

He didn’t even look at you he was still staring at his camera

“I didn’t know you were in the room! I wanted to leave a present for you but..”

“But I was in here”

“Yeah…”

Rook put down and the camera and turned to face you

He walked up to you and gently cupped your cheek

“You should at least knock next time”

“Okay…”

“Also don’t tell anyone what I was doing, promise?”

“Promise”

Epel:

“Come on, come on”

You were outside of Epels room listening through his door

What was he doing?

You peeked inside the room seeing epel doing push ups

Epel always wanted to get stronger and lose his femininity appearance

Sadly Vil and Pomefiore wants him to keep his femininity and forbid him doing any work out inside the Pomefiore grounds

Seeing Epel trying to do a push up and get strong made you feel sad

You want your boyfriend to be happy and seeing him being forbidden from achieving his dreams breaks your heart

Not wanting to disturb him you just watched him through the door and every time you saw someone from Pomefiore come by you would just quietly close the door and pretend you just left the room

No one would question it but it may look odd

But this one time when someone was walking by you closed the door hard causing Epel to hear the click

Epel froze thinking someone from Pomefiore spotted him

Quietly he opened the door peeking out he saw you chatting up Rook who was going to check up on Epel

“Oh don’t worry he’s fine!”

Rook just gave a short nod and left

Epel quickly pulled you into his room

“Did- Did you see what I was doing?”

You shyly nodded, you know Epel isn’t mad at you but more worried

“Please don’t-”

“I won’t tell Vil or Rook promise”

Idia:

Idia really regrets playing video games all night

He felt really good during his first class then completely regrets it around lunch

When lunch finally came around he asked Ortho to bring his tablet around pretending he’s on

He dragged his feet back to his dorm without getting notice

Thank goodness no one would pay attention to a weird introvert like him

Or maybe they do because you were looking for him

You could definitely tell that his tablet wasn’t on so this confused you

Well where could your introverted gamer boyfriend be?

You looked everywhere in Ignihyde

He wasn’t even in his own room! So where could he be?

Eventually you found him, you opened the lounge door to see Idia passed out on the couch

This man really just fell asleep on the couch like it’s nothing

You took off your school jacket and placed over Idia

Normally placing something on Idia would make he wake up almost immediately

But I guess this man played wayy to many games to even wake up

Taking this as an opportunity you text Ortho where Idia is and sat down next to Idia and decided to take nap as well

Ortho woke up Idia from his slumber telling him that he should do at least the right thing and bring you to his room to sleep comfortably!

Idia was so confused until he looked over and saw your sleeping figure

He started to Panic as you looked so cute when you are sleeping and you were leaning on him

Ortho helped him get you off of him without waking you up

Omg (y/n) looks so cute pogU

Sebek:

Sebek just finished from horseback riding club

He just wanted to change out as quickly as he can

Why? Well he’s in charge of watching Malleus-sama but Lilia just reported that he has went missing

You were going to help Sebek look for him but since he was yelling at Silver about how could Lilia-sama lose Malleus-sama he didn’t hear you knock

Silver was already changed out but Sebek took a little longer

So you opened the door expecting Sebek to finish changing

Instead you were met with Sebeks pale back

Silver just looked at you and greeted you

“Oh hello (y/n)”

Sebek turned around meeting your confused face

“HUMAN WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING?!”

Both you and silver covered your ears over how loud Sebek is

He turned to face you still shirtless

Your face just went beet read and quickly muttered out apologies as you left the room

Sebek face was beet red when the door closed Silver was drigint to sleep and you were trying to contain your beet red face

When Sebek finished changing he came out to check on you

Once he confirmed you were okay you, Sebek, and Silver went off to meet up with Lilia

Sebek’s face still had a small blush on his face while your face was still beet red.

Silver:

Finding Silver is kind of hard

Every Diasomnia member has told you a different place where silver may be at

The only person who got somewhat close was Malleus

He mention he saw Silver walk into the woods

And he was right-ish

Wandering around the woods you could not find Silver at all until you came across a clearing

There you saw a masked figure with what looks like a sword doing very intricate movements

You where behind a tree watching from afar

Who is the strange masked figure?

When they stopped to take a break the masked figure took off their mask

Revealing their silver hair

It was Silver, he was the masked figure

You sat there in awe as Silver greeted the small birds that flew to greet him

A yawn escaped his lips as his sleepiness was starting to take over him

He stepped forward almost tripping over himself

“Ah watch out!”

You revealed yourself from behind the tree trying to stop him from tripping

He didn’t trip but you revealed that you were watching him

“Hm (y/n)? What are you doing here?”

You realize what you just did and quickly try to explain what you were doing here

Before you could explain yourself more Silver laid down and fell asleep

Oh no his sleepiness came back to him and now he’s asleep in the clearing

That’s fine though you just met him on the floor and fell asleep next to him

Lilia was watching from the distance in aw on how cute his son and his s/o was being

Lilia:

Diasomnia dorm is normally very quiet

But when the Vice dorm head comes back from light music club it’s very loud

Honestly the instrument he plays depends on his mood

This time it was an electric guitar

He was jamming out, blasting out songs he produce himself

You didn’t even have to walk into diasomnia to hear Lilia jamming out

Walking closer to Lilia’s room the music got louder and louder to the point where you had to cover your ears

You don’t even have to knock on his door as you know he’ll for sure not hear it

So walking in lilia just jumping around his room was adorable to see

You just closed the door behind you and walked over to his desk

Quietly sitting down you just enjoyed the tiny concert you were presented with

Once lilia got tired did you finally notice you

my did that scare him a bit

“My my (y/n) when did you get here?”

“Oh for quite a while, I think your music was a bit too loud to hear me come in”

“Ah I see, did you at least enjoy it?”

You just smiled and nodded

Lilia turned down the volume and sat infront of you, asking if you had any request for a specific song

When you did he would see if he knew the specific song, and if he did he would play it on his electric guitar

Finally some peace and quiet fall over the diasomnia dorm

Malleus:

Looking for Malleus can sometimes be tricky

He may be near Ramshackle dorm or in the forest or anywhere on campus!

But luckily he was still in Diasomnia

You wanted to spend time with Malleus since Sebek is sometimes a pain in the butt to deal with

So when you heard that Malleus bodyguard was Silver you knew this was the perfect time to spend time with him!

No sebek getting in your way, Silver was most likely going to fall asleep, Lilia is doing who knows what

A little too excited you forgot to knock and barged into the door

Luckily Malleus was just plucking at his violin in his pajamas

“Oh hello (y/n) how are you?”

“I’m so sorry I totally forgot to knock!”

“Ah don’t worry about it”

He picked up his bow and did a small warm up before flipping through some music sheet

“Do you want to sit and listen?”

You just nod as you sat right next to him

Listening to the little folk song that his people would play

The nice little tune he played would feel like he was putting you under a spell

Your eyes were starting to feel heavy

Soon your body just slumped into Malleus shoulder

A small chuckle escaped Malleus lips as gently used magic to lift you to his bed

Tucking you in and planting a small kiss on the lips

Malleus continue to play the song till you fully fell asleep

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f1bbe3 · 4 years ago

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Thank God You’re not a Pervert!

In a world full of soulmates, Asahi felt some sort of relief, just a little. On one hand he won’t have to court someone, the universe already did it for him! On the other, he had to meet them. And oh how he dreaded that day. During his time off from volleyball, the poor boy did nothing but worry. Less sports meant less distraction, which meant more time looking at his inner forearm where the words “Oh! Sorry!” were permanently stamped in his soulmates handwriting.

His whole life, Asahi has felt bad about his mark, even to the point where he started hiding it in middle school. He used everything: gauze wrap, bandaids, long sleeves, always holding a book to his chest, keeping his arm to his side at all times—everything! That plan worked out well until he met Suga in his first year at Karasuno. The team was in the club room, getting dressed before a big game. Asahi is a very careful man, he was able to hide it for months, but every strand of caution tape ends eventually.

An upperclassman, one that Asahi never talked to much outside of practice, was always bothered by the mystery of his mark. We all have them. I mean, how bad could it be? So what else could a senpai do but help, right? And who else to help conspire but Suga?

It was a mediocre plan, really; one made on the way to the club room. It's a surprise it even worked. As soon as Asahi raised his hands behind his head, reaching for the collar of his shirt to remove it, they struck. Upperclassmen grabbed his torso so he wouldn’t run, and suga went to work with the bandages. After a slight struggle, the dark ink was out in all its glory.

Asahi hung his head, waiting for the laughing that he convinced himself would follow, but it never came. Instead of gawking and trying to cover their sneers, his teammates...smiled. The third year that he thought would give him hell for sure, was pushing down his sock to show the “Ewwwww!” on his ankle. Two second years showed their “But, why?” and “I didn’t mean it like that!” marks. The game played after that marked the first day he felt relieved to show his mark; like he wasn't so odd after all.

That’s not to say he didn’t have his doubts sometimes. There was the occasional “What did I say? Did I hurt them? Oh God are they gonna hate me!?” to which Daichi reassured with the logic that they wouldn’t be his soulmate if they couldn’t handle him. That idea always soothed Asahi, even today, at the training camp barbecue. Teams from nearby schools gather to compete and practice. He should’ve been focused on Suga trying to steal bits off his plate, but the tall man couldn’t help but be caught up with all the strangers around him. What if one was the one? He subconsciously straightened his back and relaxed his shoulders, trying to make a good first impression on someone who probably wasn’t even there.

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Entering a club your last year of high school probably wasn’t a good move on your part, especially if you’re managing the rowdiest boys in the entire Tokyo prefecture. They all deserted you to fend for yourself in this mess of teenage athletes and your only saving grace was Kuroo. You internally thanked him for seeing your obvious unfamiliarity with this sort of event.

He led you through the crowd, stopping periodically to yell at Lev, tell Kenma to eat, or brag talk about you and introduce you to his friends. You know you should be paying attention to names and faces, but you can't help but drift off just a little. Thinking about your unfortunate soulmark—to say the least—your brain musters up the possibility of your fated lover being here among you. That tiny bit of hope is enough to give you a shred of a confidence boost. You look around at the sea of jerseys and testosterone, trying to find someone who looks gross enough to match your mark.

Switching your cup from hand to hand, your eyes dash around the area before clashing with another pair sitting at a table with his team. A dark, deep brown; the kindest eyes a human could have. A flush of butterflies quickly takes over your stomach and throat, but you turn away just as fast. He's the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen, yes, and that feeling is definitely new, but he just doesn't match your mark. He looks too sweet; not douchebagish enough to match your mark.

Seemingly reading your mind and ignoring it, Kuroo says goodbye to his friend (Bokura, or maybe it was Bokuto?) and guides you to the table. You make eye contact with the brown eyed boy again, you hold it until he looks away just as the other table members see you coming.

Kuroo introduces you to the table, who you now know as the third years of Karasuno. You try to ignore the gaze on you from the boy, Asahi, as you take your seat in the middle of him and Daichi. The conversation glides from your first year managing, to Yaku's surprisingly strong grip, to the similarities between Yamamoto, Tanaka, and Noya, who joined the table once they saw you.

Between the not-so-subtle glances at Asahi, you get caught up in Kuroo’s story of how he and Kenma met and realized they were soulmates. You get so caught up that you reach for your cup without checking that it’s yours. A hand reaches out from beside you and lightly pushes your wrist from bringing the drink any closer to your mouth.

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“This is mine.” It comes out more apologetic than Asahi wanted it to, but doesn’t correct himself when you turn to look at him and quickly reply.

“Oh! Sorry!” You say it faster than your brain can process what he said, and when it clicks you both freeze.

It takes a total of three seconds of eye contact for Kuroo to realize what he just saw. He stops mid sentence, motionless, waiting for either of you to say anything. His shocked expression brings the table’s attention to you and Asahi. Lev’s cut short laugh signals the next table to look and eventually the entire camp is at the edge of their seats.

But a revolutionary moment can’t last forever and Asahi’s team can’t wait to meet their ace’s soulmate. Tanaka, Noya, and Hinata immediately bombard you with questions as Suga tries his best to control them. As the three wrestle to get closer to you, Noya yells out, asking where your soul mark is. It’s enough to snap you out of your surprise and you stand up from the table.

The whole camp watches as you stand behind your seat and begin to unbutton your jeans—

“OKAY THAT'S ENOUGH OF THAT (Y/N) JUST SHOW US YOUR ARM OR WHATEVER AND GET IT OVER WITH!” Kuroo yelled, trying his damn best to block Lev’s view. You only roll your eyes and glance at Asahi, who looks like he’s about to die from embarrassment, but he doesn't look away. As you start to push down the hem of your pants, you can hear his breath hitch, and you move your hands away to show your mark. Every boys’ (and Yachi’s) face goes red as they read the “This is mine.” printed on your pubic bone in Asahi’s handwriting.

‘DAMN ASAHI YOU GOT LUCKY!” Tanaka howled, initiating a roar of laughter across the yard. You fix your jeans and sit back down next to Asahi, who is too sheepish to look at you. After the laughing dies down and you get your fair share of congratulations, your soulmate leans into you and apologizes for your mark being so promiscuous. You laugh and turn towards him fully.

“I always thought my soulmate was gonna be gross, thank God you’re not a pervert!”

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kindness-bliss · 4 years ago

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New Beginnings Ch. 7

Timothy Thatcher x OC

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: none

Tim looked over at her discreetly he witnessed her trying to open a jar and cleaned his hands on his already stained shirt “I got that for you” “And I got this for you” she said as she went into her small closet in the living room and pulled out a flannel shirt “It’s my dads, I don’t wanna see you in a bloody dried up t shirt as we make dinner” He nodded quickly as he took off his shirt and unbuttoned on the one she gave him Maya blushed as she grilled her ground turkey and noticed how chiseled he was, his upper chest having the perfect amount of body hair and peaks, his biceps bulging out nicely but not overly muscular or anything like that “It fits” Tim grinned as he showed her “Not that bad on you” she admits with a small grin “Plaid is definitely your style, I like it on you” “I-I don’t deserve you being so nice to me” he said quietly “Maya, I won’t ever be able to stop saying sorry to you ever, know that. I’m probably gonna say sorry to you for as long as I know you” “Tim, when’s your birthday ?” Maya asked suddenly as she looked at him “I know it’s 1983 but month ? What month ?” “March….March 17th” he answered slowly “why ?” “Oh my god you’re a Pisces, suddenly everything makes sense wow” she nodded as she laughed “Gosh you fit it to a T, you’re a water sign” “What does that have to do with anything ? A water sign ? What the hell is that ?” Tim asked confused as he put his cutting board down “It’s your sign Tim” she chuckled “Your sign is a Pisces which makes sense because they’re...well you are considered to have a sign that is known for its over sensitivity, self-pitying but also very selfless and very accepting” “Oh” he said softly “well I guess yeah, kinda is me. My mother says it’s because I’m an only child and never got to experience things other children got at my age since I also stayed with my grandmother a lot. I think that made me highly sensitive” “You call it highly sensitive, I call it highly aware” she grinned as she took the carrots and celery from him and added them to a pan to saute Tim observed as sat on a stool by her “what are you making ? It looks kinda complicated honestly” “Bolognese” Maya says “Though I’m kind of cheating because I’m using sauce from a jar, but I promise it’ll be good” “Oh” he nodded “I don’t cook much honestly, I only have ever made chicken or ham and it’s typically without seasoning. Same with my rice, I stick to bland foods for the most part. I broke my diet when we went to that Korean BBQ place” Tim said softly as he reached over and cut up onion for her “Glad I got you to change things up for a bit, though you ghosted me and acted like a child afterwards and ruined me introducing you to better places” she giggled “I’m gonna age myself here a bit but um, what’s ghosted ?” he asked with genuine interest as he looked down at her “It means ignore, basically a millennial way of saying you ignored me” she answered back “Ah I see, I like that...ghosted. I’m adding that to my vocabulary” he nodded as he repeated the word under his breath as he chopped “Gosh he’s cute” Maya thought to herself as he stood only inches away from him, their arms basically touching as she sauteed. She made sure she stayed in close distance as she cooked looking around as silence began to take over “Since you were a dick to me, you have to be really nice to me now like really nice” she said with a smile “I will do whatever you want or need me to do” Tim smiled at her with his dimple popping out more “Kiss me” she whispered nervously as she looked into his eyes “Like...like right now ?” he asked nervously “o-okay...I’m not that good at it though and my beard is gonna scratch, my lips are kinda dry too and-” he stopped blubbering when he felt her soft lips gently press onto his as she carefully put his hands on her waist as he leaned in more and placed hers on his cheeks Maya grinned up at him afterwards as she gently wiped his lips and put ice back on his face “go sit with this on while I finish here and by the way, you’re a good kisser” He chuckled as nodded and sat on her couch “well thank you, haven’t heard that one in like 5 years at least”. Tim sat quietly as he iced his face trying to make sense of what had just happened. Just 6 hours ago he had told her horrible things and now here was having just had a make out session in her kitchen as they cooked dinner together. Tim looked around as he picked up magazines she had on her coffee table and looked through them smiling when he realized they were all her covers or features. One in particular catching his eye, a feature in a parenting magazine where she was holding a baby on her lap. “Last year” Maya grinned “I typically don’t do those kinds but they needed a model last minute and I happened to be in the area and went in. It was fun, kids and babies were great to work with honestly and now what I expected. That little one stole my heart, made me think I wanted my own for a bit” “You think about kids ? Not in a weird day of course, just since like me you’re an only child” she asked “I mean yeah, sometimes” he admits quietly “Granted I really thought I was gonna stop wrestling when I was like 30 and settle down and have that white picket fence life everyone else had but clearly life has passed me by. But I’ve had some other good things in life, experiences and memories not everyone has had in life. I’m not one to complain, you ?” Tim asked as he looked at her “Sometimes I want 1, sometimes none and other times I want like 5” Maya chuckled

“5 ?” Tim laughed “That’s a basketball team right there, Jesus that’d be feeding an army daily” “Which is why then I think maybe not having them at all would be more beneficial” she laughed “I’ve got time to think about it thankfully, like 5 more years” “Enjoy your youth, and your job. It’s interesting, really it is Maya” Tim says genuinely “You’ve been to some amazing places, you have experiences most won’t get and you’re only 25. It’s amazing truly” Maya grinned at him as she fixed the ice pack on his face “I appreciate that, but your face will appreciate this ice way way more”. Damn, kissing him must’ve been the best thing she felt in ages, she could tell he wanted it just as bad as she did yet kept his usual calm demeanor. She came out of her daze as she heard her her cell phone buzz, muttering quietly as Marcel’s pet name appeared “Dinner tomorrow is still on ?” “Yeah….but let’s meet somewhere, I think I’m ready to tell Tim the truth” Maya sighed as his name quickly appeared on her screen and declined his facetime requests and calls immediately “Answer me please, Maya just don’t do it today please. Let’s meet tomorrow and we can figure something out...please ?” “Fine, I won’t do it tonight but I’m doing it soon, I like him a lot and I’m not gonna keep secrets from him Marcel, and neither should you. I’ll text you tomorrow morning” she sent as she put her phone on silent and set their plates up She went to the bathroom as she wiped her residue makeup off her face and put her hair up in a ponytail to fresh up, applying some perfume lightly as she looked herself over and left the bathroom “Oh” she whispered as she saw Tim sleeping on her couch, giving soft snores as his arms were crossed on his chest. Even in his sleep he wasn’t relaxed, it kinda looked like he was just closing his eyes to her and waiting to spook her any second. She contemplated waking him up for a second and went to touch his shoulder, but instead decided to graze his cheek with the back of her hand gently, covering him up with her throw she had on the couch. Maya shrugged as she turned on the tv and sat on the opposite end as she stuffed spoonfuls of pasta into her mouth watching Real Housewives of New Jersey, shaking her head at the stupid drama on her television shifting when she heard Tim move around and groan “What ? What happened ?” Tim asked with a groan as he stretched “did I fall asleep here ?” “You did” she nodded “only been like an hour and a half, now please get yourself a plate and don’t bother me for the next 20 minutes because Teresa Giudice is about to cause drama at this fashion show so shhh” He raised his brow in confusion as he stood up and served himself a plate and sat next to her going back and forth between her reactions and the tv screen in front of him “Did she just call her an old hag and a bitch ?” “Tim shh” she put a finger to his lips absentmindedly Tim nodded quickly as he leaned back into the couch and ate, speaking up when the show was over with wide eyes “That was… a lot. Is all reality tv like this ?” “Only the best” Maya laughed “and by the way, sorry for shushing you like that” He shrugged “I deserve more than that” “Tim, as of tonight we drop it” she turned to look at him “Please” Maya cleaned up thinking what the hell she got herself into with him, this wasn’t in her character at all. One second she was ready to see him drop dead 8 floors to the ground and the next she was making out with him in her kitchen. This was new territory she was going into and deep down it felt right, it felt right to kiss him and feel his touch and she could feel he was feeling the same way. She turned her head , gasping as she bumped into him “Yes ?” she whispered “Maya, I like you” Tim said “I like you a lot...and I feel like if I don’t tell you now that it’s just us here in a comfortable environment I probably won’t say it again. This isn’t like me one bit” he admits “I’ll be honest yeah I’ve had girlfriends, I dated women here and there but I never felt like this…” “Like how ?” she asked softly “Scared, scared that when I was with you I liked who I was for once, I felt at ease and like I didn’t need to put the harsh wrestling persona up. You didn’t care or give it much thought either or pestered me like some others had in the past. And I just wanna say-” “Tim shut the fuck up and just kiss me already” she said softly And he did. He kissed her deeply as he moved his hands down to her hips and lifted her with ease onto her kitchen countertop feeling her hands move up and down his chest. It wasn’t just a long kiss, it was several kisses with small breaks in between to ensure they could catch their breath as their hands roamed freely all over each other's bodies. Maya unbuttoned the first 3 buttons off his shirt as she lightly traced his chest with her nails as her forehead pressed against his “we should go to my room….we don’t have to you know...have sex but we can just do more of this there comfortably” “Okay” he nodded as he took her hand and followed her into her room, looking around at the pristine condition everything was in. A vanity organized with makeup items and skin care products he couldn’t even name, her bed perfectly made and covered in pillows, a closet the size of his bedroom with clothes in every color of the rainbow. Everything so neat and luxurious, everything he didn’t have. She leaned up against him she kissed him again, this time with more dominance as she stumbled onto her bed on top of him, feeling his hands lightly on her lower back Tim pulled apart from her as he rubbed his slightly red lips and pet her hair gently with his hand “I haven’t had anything like that in a while” he admitted with a small grin “Neither have I’ she chuckled, licking her lips feeling them swell “It’s like free lip filler” “Always a comedian” Tim laughed genuinely sitting up on her bed “Jesus it’s 11 already and I gotta walk back to my car to get home, I got tapings tomorrow” “Just stay here and I’ll take you back in the morning, it’ll be early I promise” she said softly as she gave a comforting grin “Okay, I”ll take the couch though. I’m not sleeping in your bed, this was a one time thing that I typically don’t let happen” “What a gentleman you are” Maya said as she brought him a pillow and blanket “I’ve got all the works on my tv so feel free to watch what you like, bathroom is right next to the closet” “Thanks, I appreciate it really” She got up in the morning as she turned off her alarm and got ready for the day, taking a peek and seeing Tim up and sitting as he watched tv making different facial expressions “What are you watching ?” she chuckled as she walked out and turned on her Nespresso machine “Danielle is a mess, I get why you watch this trashy stuff. It’s addicting” he shook his head as he turned it off Maya laughed as she took out two mugs from her cabinet “Well now you know and let me guess, you take your black ?” “ Yeah” He nodded as he got up and sat on a stool “I got a shoot in like an hour so I probably won’t be able to talk to you for most of today” she said softly as she packed her bag “chances are till late late tonight” “Oh….well um I was hoping if you’re able to, I actually have a taping tomorrow and I wanted to ask you if you would like to attend ? It’s about 2 hours, it’s fun even for someone like you who’s never been around wrestling” Never been around wrestling, after a great night she remembered the big mess she had yet to talk to him about. Marcel, shit. “I’ll try my hardest” she responded with a grin as she drove them back to his car “Thanks again for driving me here, I appreciate it have a good shoot” he nodded as he lingered for a while leaning in slowly as he pet her cheek with his hand and kissed her “Um I think your friend over there saw us” Maya laughed softly as she pointed to an opened mouthed Oney at the gym entrance Tim chuckled and shook his head as he got out “I’m not gonna hear the end of this one, I’ll text you later, have a good work day” he smiled softly as he walked away “Is that….you have a ?, speak up already” Oney pushed as he followed him to his car “you can’t just not tell me what’s going on after kissing someone like THAT” He turned around as he got out his gym bag “excuse me ? what do you mean like that ? what’s with the emphasis on the end there ?” Oney shook his head as he gave a scoff “Do you have any idea who that is ? What kind of work she does ?”

“Uh yeah she’s a mode” Tim nodded as they walked inside “I’ve seen her stuff, she showed me and talked to me all about it”

“I can’t believe you’re dating a model man, you of all people. No offense of course but I mean I never pictured you even dating someone at all”

Tim raised a brow “I’m that bad of a catch huh ? Gee I feel great now that you’ve given me this amazing pep talk, feeling like I can conquer the world now” he answered sarcastically stretching

“How old is she ?” Oney asked “because there’s no way she’s older than 30”

“25….” he said softly “she’s 25, just turned 25 actually about 2 months ago”

“WHAT ?” Oney said as he spit out his water “No fucking way, you’re dating a 25 year old ?”

“Would you stop, we’re not dating…….we’re friends that’s all” he answered as he began his cardio

“Oh yeah because you totally suck face with a friend before leaving right ?” Oney chuckled “You’re in deep, you did the cheek grab and the little linger after you kiss” “Well maybe I like her, friends right now but who knows maybe after she comes to the show might change” he gave a smile “I invited her and she said she��ll come” “Who are you and what have you done to my friend ?” Oney asked with a raised brow “Because you are not the Tim I know” “Let’s just say maybe I wanna enjoy life a bit more” He shrugged “and I’m starting with her, she likes me. I like her, there’s nothing that can go wrong” Nothing right ?

#timothy thatcher #timothy thatcher x oc #timothy thatcher fic #marcel barthel #imperium #wrestling fic

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stonecoldjerseyfox · 4 years ago

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Jersey on my mind (part 39)

“Okay, so… what’s the plan?” Mila looks at Daryl, while pulling the knitted cardigan over her shoulders. “You gonna interrogate him? Tie him up in a chair and go good cop bad cop on him?”

Daryl meets her eyes from the other side of the bed.

“What, ya’ don’t think he’s gonna have to answer some questions?” He asks, while searching the floor for his shirt.

The morning sun shines in through the windows in the bedroom and it looks like it’s gonna be another fine day.

Mila dozed off as soon as she laid down in bed next to Juri the night before; after she had a quick but violent shower to get rid of dirty gas station toilet-cooties, and didn’t wake up to Daryl coming to bed or to Jesus strolling into the house in the middle of the night. Baffled to say the least, Mila was therefore greatly surprised when she came out of the bedroom this morning, fifteen minutes prior around eight, and met Jesus who came out of the upstairs toilet.

“Good morning!” He said happily and disappeared down the stairs.

Mila, unable to speak, just gaped and waved back at him lazily, whereupon she closed the bedroom door again and turned to Daryl, who was in the process of turning his sleeveless shirt inside out.

“Am I still sleeping or did Jesus just walk out of the bathroom?”

“Prolly.” Daryl said with a shrug.

“Is he just-” Mila paused to find the right words, pointing at the closed bedroom door. “You know, walking around-”

“He escaped.”

“Oh.”

How he’d freed himself from the townhouse basement no one could figure out, and he didn’t tell them either; Mila was sure they’d captured a wizard.

“I don’t get why everything has to be so hostile.”

“Ya’ gonna teach me ‘bout hostile?” Daryl raises his eyebrows at her.

“Okay fine-” Mila sputters, knowing very well what he refers to. “But this guy isn’t like that- that weird wolf guy. This guy is Houdini-weird, not dangerous.”

“Are ya’ some sort of expert now?”

“Gut feeling.” Mila replies.

Daryl shakes his head at her words. Mila realizes that it doesn’t sound that convincing, but she gives him a steadfast look; she’s sure about her gut feeling. She looks at Daryl while he buttons the shirt. He must’ve taken a shower too before he went to bed. The brown hair looks tousled, as if he went to bed with it still damp. Her gaze wanders down to the unbuttoned, washed out jeans; he wears boxers underneath for once, something he probably started to do for the first time ever when he realized that there would be a snoring three and a half-year old in the bed too. Mila bites her lip as she rests her gaze at the edge of the boxers, right above his pelvic bone. Her sudden rush of desire, or blunt frantic horniness, is obviously visible, because Daryl frowns at her.

“Ain’t doin’ it in front of the kid.” He nods down at the bed, where Juri still lies asleep, bundled up in the sheets.

“We can put him on the bath rug in the bathroom.” Mila suggests half hearted. “It’s really soft. He’ll just think he’d sleepwalked.”

“Jersey-” Daryl walks around the bed and stops in front of her; softly he lets his fingers run down her hair, playing with it while contemplating under silence. “Fine.”

“About the rug or that you gonna go gently on him?”

“The latter.” Daryl mutters. “Dunno why you care-” He rests his cupped hand at her chin. “I won’t knock him, unless he’s being a-”

“Ap-ap, language.” Mila pulls his hand big to her mouth and gives his fingertips a featherlight kiss. “Thank you.” She places another kiss on his fingers. “I like you when you’re all soft and diplomatic.”

The slightly erotic gesture of tenderness is enough to turn the big man in front of her into water between her fingers. His breath becomes heavier, he exhales through his nostrils and the eyes become soft and the gaze deeper, lingering even.

“Uhu?”

“Mhm.” She leans in, places her head under his chin and kisses his collarbone, while fingering on the half buttoned shirt. “You know- I’m a good rider, like… really-”

A knock on the door drags them both back to reality.

“Son of a- what?” Daryl turns and looks at the door that opens slightly and Rick peeks into the bedroom. “Don’t ya’ fucking know how a door works either?!” Daryl mutters huskily.

On the other side of Daryl, Mila chokes a grin. Rick looks questioning, but says nothing about Daryl’s, to him, odd remark; of course he knows how a door works?

“We need to talk.” He just says.

He doesn’t even tell them about what; they already know. Reluctant, Daryl sighs and looks at her.

“Duty calls.” He says, while, discreetly, correcting the crotch on his jeans.

“Be gentle.” Mila winks.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Daryl leaves the bedroom and follows Rick; to talk to him and Michonne about what to do about the ‘situation’ walking around freely in the house. Mila sighs; so much for that ‘ride’. Not even a quiet quickie in the bathroom. She turns, combs her fingers through her hair and looks at Juri, lying on the bed with his back against her. The blonde hair looks like a bird’s nest, the only thing missing is a couple of spotted round eggs. What a fun job I have in front of me to untangle that bundle of mess, she thinks to herself and kneels down on the bed. Softly she strokes the boy over the back; the pyjamas are so warm and soft and he smells cosy, a warm, sleepy scent mixed with fabric softener.

“Prosypaysya, solnyshko.” She coos softly, tickles his warm neck. “Wake up, sunshine.”

Juri starts to move, softly pats his feet towards the covers and rolls over, to face her. He blinks, squints a little with his piercing blue eyes at her.

“It’s time to awake.” Mila says.

With the newly awakened boy in her arms, she then walks down to the kitchen, where she’s met by Jesus, sitting at the kitchen island.

“I’m not gonna ask how you got out.” Mila greets him and puts Juri down on the sofa, to awake at his own pace.

She doesn’t really believe in magic, but growing up in Russia, surrounded by ancient stories and with a grandmother who said she was a psychic and was convinced that she had seen both Baba Yaga and a vodnik, Mila’s quite versed in folklore; no sane Russian child disowned Baba Yaga.

“Slept well?” Jesus replies with a polite, even hearty smile.

Mila, still slightly bitter about the black eye and the cracked, aching lip he caused her, doesn’t answer at first; instead she puts a kettle with water on the stove and scoops up two abundant spoons of instant coffee in two mugs; the chances of her being in a better mood after she had some coffee is quite high. She needs that first sip of coffee to function. She throws a glance out of the window; where’s Carol? Her eyes are then drawn to a mint green tin can with a pattern of daisies around the brim. Smiling, Mila lifts the lid and peeks inside. Of course, Carol, she thinks with a smile. White chocolate chip cookies. She and Juri must have baked them the day before. She puts the lid back on and turns to the two cups with instant coffee. She awakes from her thoughts -mostly revolving around how unearthly tasty a really fucking strong, big salty caramel latte would be, instead of this sad, colored liquid that nowadays has to go under the name ‘coffee’- when she hears the water bubbling on the stove.

“I think the water’s done.”

Mila peers at Jesus.

“Yeah I got ears-” She replies surly. “And eyes.”

“Not a morning person?” He asks.

“I’m not super happy with you.” Mila peers at him as she pours the hot water into the cups and takes out two spoons from a drawer. “No offence, Houdini, but you gave me a black eye.” She hands him one of the cups and stirs around the coffee powder in the water. Not exactly a caramel latte with two extra shots, she thinks and sighs.

“Sorry about that.” Jesus says. “You’ve ever thought about a career in wrestling?”

“I'm good at running, shooting and drinking-” Mila takes a sip of the blant coffee. “I haven’t got the muscles.”

“I’d say the opposite.” Jesus drinks and makes a grimace; there’s a pretty valid reason why everyone says no when she offers them coffee. According to everyone in Alexandria it’s like drinking tar. “At least you got the spirit.”

“Okay-” Mila sighs. “How did you get out?”

“Magic.” The man in front of her smiles.

Over at the couch, Juri has finally awakened fully. He climbs down and hurries over to the kitchen and demands to be held; awake or not, he’s always in desperate need to be close by, just in case he needs a cuddle. Mila lifts him from the floor and puts him down on the counter.

“Ready for breakfast?” She asks and Juri nods eagerly. “Let me just finnish my coffee.” Mila looks at Jesus. “You can’t possibly be named Jesus.” She asks and raises her eyebrow at him. “I mean, I get why-” She nods towards his face, the beard and the long hair. “But-”

“Paul.” He smiles, a genuinely kind smile, and offers her his hand over the kitchen island. “Paul Rovia.”

Mila looks at it, before taking it and giving it a firm shake; like a car dealer who’s just managed to sell a poor fellow an overpriced car.

“Mila.” She replies and nods at Juri. “My son, Juri.”

With a bright smile Juri waves at Paul from where he sits on the kitchen counter in his pyjamas; Paul’s face bursts into a happy grin. Juri’s sunny demeanor usually has that effect on people.

“Any last name?” He then asks. “Just- you know. Formality.”

“Sergeyevna.” Mila says, takes the tin jar from the other counter, opens it and offers him a cookie; there, now they have put down the hatchet. “So, what should I call you? Sorry, but Jesus-” She grimaces and shakes her head. “Feels odd.”

“Paul’s fine.” He smiles as he takes a cookie and once again looks at Juri. “You’re a lil’ charmer, aren’t you?”

Juri nods and makes the ‘I know that’ sign with his hand, which makes Mila grin. Of course he knows he is, she thinks and takes out the big pack of Quaker oats from a cabinet. She pours the oats at random into a pot, covers them with water and puts the pot on the stove. It will be enough for both her and Juri. She looks up from the pot just in time to see Juri’s small hand being pulled away from the tin jar.

“No.” Mila says, takes the jar and puts it back on the other counter. “You get a cookie after you have breakfast.”

Juri nods reluctantly, then gestures ‘okay’.

“He’s mute?” She hears Paul ask behind her.

“He is.” Mila turns around in search of the salt. “Don’t need a voice to be the most charming rascal in the apocalypse though.” She smiles at Juri and winks.

“Is he the father?” Paul asks. “You know- the big guy?”

“Daryl?” Mila shakes her head as her eyes land on the pack of salt. “No, I don’t know who Juri’s father is.” She shrugs a little. “A happy accident.” She pauses and puts a pinch of salt into the pot. “Daryl’s-”

Yeah, what exactly is Daryl? Mila doesn’t have to think for long. Juri tugs at Paul’s coat sleeve and places his thumb against his forehead, with his fingers outstretched.

“Have you told Daryl?” Mila smiles at Juri while she opens a drawer and takes out a wooden spoon to stir the oats.

Before Paul can ask what Juri meant by his gesturing, the front door opens and Glenn, Maggie and Abraham enter. Mila greets them with a ‘morning’ and Juri waves frantically at everyone. From the stairs, Rick, Michonne, Daryl and Carl appear.

“Nice talking to you.” Paul winks at her, gets off the bar stool and walks over to the dining table, where they all sit down, looking at Paul.

Mila turns her attention back to her and Juri’s breakfast in the pot. Juri stirs the wooden spoon as she gets honey out of another cupboard and the home made oat milk from the fridge. She listens with half an ear to the conversation at the table while she portions the steaming oatmeal into bowls, puts a spoonful of creamy honey on top and then puts the oat milk over it. She places Juri at the counter next to the window, he likes to look out at the trees and the birds, and then starts to feed him; one spoon for Juri, then one spoon for her. He doesn’t need to hear the grown-up talk and Mila’s too tired to care, well, except for when Rick asks Paul how he got out.

“One guard can't cover two exits, or third floor windows. Knots untie and locks get picked.” Paul replies. “Entropy comes from order, right?”

Mila grins to herself while taking another spoon; it hurts to chew. Apparently he trudged around a lot during the night, peeking at their arsenal, their storage. Juri eats with a big appetite and has soon finished his breakfast.

“Bravo.” Mila praises and scrapes the last of her oats from her bowl. “How about-” She puts the bowls into the sink and turns back to Juri. “You and I hang out today, all day? I need to repay you for not bringing back those marshmallows.”

Excited beyond measure, Juri starts to clap his small hands, which causes the group at the table to pause and turn to look at them. Mila puts her hands around Juri’s and hushes softly, resting her forehead against his.

“It’s a date.” She whispers and gives Juri a kiss on the nose. “Now- hurry upstairs, pick some clothes and pour a bath, I’ll join you in a minute.”

Smiling brighter than a sky full of stars, Juri scurries over the hardwood floors and starts to climb up the stairs while the group around the table gets up. Glenn, Maggie and Abraham leave, Abe gives her a cheeky wink and a ‘lookin’ sharp, lady’, probably referring to her ravaged face. Daryl gives the big, red haired guy’s back a squinting, dark gaze as he disappears out the door. For some reason she feels flattered about the ‘Dixon jealousy’ today; maybe because she feels anything but appealing. A confidence boost.

“So?” Mila asks. “What’s been said?”

“He says he’s part of a community.” Daryl replies, referring to Paul. “Raises livestock and crops.”

“Okay. And?”

“His job’s to find other communities to trade with.”

“That’s it?” Mila asks, slightly disappointed; given his Ninja-skills she’d at least thought he was part of a special force or something. “Okay. What’d you say then? We don’t have anything to trade?”

He thinks we may be in a position to help each other. They got livestock. Grows things.” Daryl pauses. “We’re gonna go back with him. To his community. Hilltop. See if he’s tellin’ the truth. If he does, we’ll see what they’ve got to offer. He also said they’re trading with other groups.”

Mila raises her eyebrows.

“They have contact with other communities?”

“At least that’s what he claims.”

“You think he’s lying?”

Daryl shrugs; apparently he doesn’t know what he thinks about it. On one hand; another community is something they, he and Rick, have talked about for a while. There had to be more people like them out there, other communities with survivors, they knew it. They had expected, or hoped, to be the ones who discovered the other group, not the other way around. The tables have turned and now they’re vigilant. Even though he doesn’t say anything, Mila sees exactly what he’s thinking. The thought has struck her as well. What if Paul Rovia belongs to the group they saw looting the arms deal?

“Does ya’ gut feeling say something ‘bout that?” Daryl asks with a wryly, barely noticeable smile upon his lips - sometimes it seems like they really can read each other’s minds.

“Shut it.” Mila shoves him softly. “No. No, he might fit in at that Harry Potter-school though. How else did he get out of the basement than by magic? I’m not convinced what he said before was the truth.”

“Magic ain’t real, Jersey.”

“At this point, I’m ready to believe it is. Living dead walking around, magic-” Mila shivers throughout her body; it’s as if her dead grandmother was in the room, taunting her for not believing in her wacko stories about trolls and other foul creatures. “You leaving soon?”

“As soon as possible.”

She nods.

“Ya’ coming?”

“I’ll pass.” Mila replies. She’s had it with adventures that, more often recently, ends with her getting bruises for a few days. Besides, she wants to spend the day with Juri. “Carol and I hold the positions here.”

“Good.” Daryl lightly strokes her arm. “Where’s she by the way?”

“Out, I believe.” Mila smiles. “You’re cute when you’re worried.”

“I ain’t.”

“Worried or cute?” She gets a light buff in reply to her cheeky question. “Carol’s fine on her own.” Mila ensures her big, worried archer. “Are you going to prepare for the trip?”

“Nah, I’m ready.”

Mila smiles faintly. Had she been Daryl, she would probably at least have changed her shirt to one with sleeves. He notices her smile, frowns a little.

“What?”

“I like that shirt.”

“Ya’ flirting now?”

“Yeah.” Mila nods. “Might be because of the concussion.”

“Ya’ didn’t have one last night.” Daryl says doubtfully.

“No, you’re right. But I am actually flirting with you.”

With an entertaining, barely visible, smile, Daryl takes her chin between his thumb and forefinger; a gesture that says more than he does verbally.

“Jersey-”

Mila sighs; she may well suppress the tingling in her body for a few more hours.

“Fine.” Mila pushes Daryl towards the door. “Off you go. Discover new civilizations, Dr. Dixon.” She proclaims theatrically.

In response, she gets a teasing middle finger over the broad shoulder, before Daryl disappears out the front door. Mila turns just as Rick scurries down from the upper floor, holding Judith in his arms.

“You’re stayin’ behind?” He asks.

Mila holds out her arms; as if to show that her outfit says the most about the matter.

“Okay.” Rick nods. “Good.” He’s just about to say something, but Mila interrupts him:

“I’ll watch Carl too. Promise.”

“I think he’s sneakin’ out.” Rick says, while letting Judith chew on his finger. “He and Enid-”

“-Are teenagers.” Mila shrugs while putting the two coffee cups into the sink. “Be glad Carl’s not doing the shit I did when I was a teen.” She walks around the kitchen island and gives Rick an encouraging pat on the arm. “We’ll be alright.” She smiles overly excited at Judith. “Yes we aaare!”

As Rick closes the front door, Michonne comes down the stairs. As soon as their eyes meet, Mila grins broadly; her missing Jesus trotting into the house in the middle of the night was nothing compared to the disappointment she felt when she learned that he had stormed into Rick’s bedroom, only to discover that Rick and Michonne were lying naked in bed. Michonne raises a warning finger at her.

“Don’t-” She alerts. “Not a word.”

“Ohh I have a lot of words I want to say about it.” Mila chuckles. “How about; finally!”

Michonne says nothing, just smiles. As if Mila didn’t realize before that there was ‘something’ going on. They don’t have time to say anything else on the matter; they are interrupted by Paul, who emerges from the toilet.

“Ready?” Michonne asks him.

“Yup.” Paul looks over at Mila. “Hey- I’m really sorry about the blackeye.” He looks sincerely sorry. “We friends?”

“Hm, fine.” Mila gives him a sharp gaze. “But I want my grumpy archer back. So no funny business while you’re gone. Then we’re friends.”

Paul nods gravely; hopefully, he doesn’t dare to pull any ugly tricks after yesterday’s haywire ride. In addition, Mila offered him both coffee and cake earlier, so he owes her. She follows them out of the house, still wearing her sleepwear; yoga pants, t-shirt and the knitted cardigan, to the motorhome. Maggie stands by and watches the motorhome. The young woman looks worried, deep into her own thoughts.

“See it as a honeymoon.” Mila suggests with a smile at Maggie as she approaches. “Minus the fancy hotel, the rose petals...” She continues jokingly, in an attempt to cheer her up.

Maggie smiles a little, but there’s obviously something on her mind.

“Things don’t really go by the book ‘round here.” She replies. “I’m scared, Mila.” The green eyes look worried. “The crops, the baby, other people-” She sighs. Apparently she’s been pondering a lot lately.

“Hey-” Mila grabs Maggie by the hand. “Stop it. We all got days when everything feels like shit.” And those days you spend in bed getting jagged, Mila thinks to herself; that’s at least what she does. “But it’s gonna be alright.” She smiles. “We have made it this far. You’ve made it this far. See it as an- an adventure. And tomorrow is another day.”

Although Mila herself finds it difficult to absorb her own clichéd words, they seem to instill hope in Maggie; somehow Mila thinks that booze works better in her case.

“Wow, where did the motivational speaker come from?” Maggie smiles, squeezes her hand warmly. “Thanks.” She looks down on her bump. “You know I’ll need all the help I can possibly get when this one pops out, right?”

“Yeah I know.” Mila replies. “But we’re not there yet, thankfully.” She winks. “I have to sober up until then. Well, off you go, adventurer.”

They part, Maggie walks over to Glenn and they get inside the motorhome. Daryl shuts the small hood and brushes off oil from his hands on his jeans. Mila wraps her cardigan tighter around her; she’s still in her tank top and yoga pants, standing bare feet on the hard asphalt.

“Ya’ sure you’ll be alright?” Daryl asks.

“I’ll be fine.” Mila ensures. Honestly, she thinks, there’s not much that can go wrong when hanging out with a three and a half-year old. “Be careful.” She says and places a quick kiss on his lips. “Don’t punch people.”

Daryl gruffs in reply.

“Let’s chew up some asphalt!” Abraham hollers behind him.

“See ya’.” Daryl places a quick kiss on her mouth, before getting into the motorhome and shutting the door.

Mila and Carl, holding Judith in his arms, watch as the engine of the motorhome starts and it rolls away along the road, before disappearing.

“Do you think it's safe?” Carl looks at her. “This other place?”

“Honestly, I don’t know.” Mila replies, while letting Judith grab on to her fingers and play with them. “But I hope so.” She meets Carl’s eyes, smiles and caresses his thick, brown hair. “Come on, let’s get inside. Juri’s having a bath-” Mila smiles at the girl on Carl’s arm. “You wanna bath too?”

Happily, Judith giggles; no sane toddler says no to a bath with rubber duckies and lots of bubbles.

It turns into a peaceful, playful morning. Juri and Judith bathe for probably an hour under Mila’s supervision; over and over she has to push the floating rubber ducks under the water, for them to jump out of the water again. Judith laughs to the point of her getting hiccups. With one toddler on each arm, drenched in bath water from head to toe, Mila carries them both downstairs.

“Ah, great!” She exclaims just as Carl and Enid walk into the house. “Keep an eye on these two as I get dressed, will you?”

Mila disappears up the stairs before she gets an answer. In the bedroom she removes her wet clothes and drops them on the bathroom floor. She quickly puts on a pair of jeans, glances at the long scar that runs along her stomach, before hiding it with a t-shirt. At least that’s easier to hide than the blackeye. She puts on a pair of socks, sticks her feet into a pair of Birkenstocks and hurries back downstairs. Carl and Enid sit on the carpet in the living room with Judith, still wrapped up in a lilac towel with flowers, while Juri runs around, naked, wearing his towel as a cape.

“Come here you!” Mila sweeps the naked toddler from the floor. “What have I said about being naked Batman?”

Silently giggling, Juri tells her that she’s wrong; he’s not Batman, he’s Spiderman.

“Well, first of all, Spidey doesn’t have a cape-” Mila presses her mouth into his soft belly and makes a loud farting noise, while Juri cries with laughter, silently. “Secondly-” Mila says, while lifting her head. “We gotta find you some clothes.”

“There’s some folded stuff in the laundry room.” Carl gets up from the floor and takes Judith in his arms.

They help out to sort the folded laundry while finding clothes for the toddlers. Mila’s heart swells when she observes Carl with Judith; he’s so much more grown up, so wise and kind, than she ever would have been able to at that age. He dresses Judith, who sits still on top of the washer and calmly lets herself get dressed. Juri on the other hand is in a rowdy mood. Carol returns, stained with blood, in time to see Mila chasing a laughing Juri, dressed in underwear, socks and shirt, around the ground floor; she carries a bucket in her hand, filled with acorns. She catches Juri with her free arm, like a hook, and hands him over to Mila, who can finally put him in a pair of trousers.

“Thanks.” Mila sighs and brushes her hair out of her face when she has closed the button in the small pair of jeans. “I hope he’s not this cheeky when he’s with you.” She looks at the acorns while Carol assures her that Juri’s usually very angelic when they hang out together; it’s probably just an extra exciting day. Mila nods towards the bucket. “What are the, the-” The english word seems to have disappeared from her vocabulary. “those for?”

Carol looks down at the bucket.

“You’d be surprised what you could do with acorns.” She smiles, mysteriously.

“And the blood?”

“An unpleasant surprise.”

“Ah.” Mila nods understanding; a walker. “The others left a while ago.”

While Carol puts the bucket down in the kitchen, Mila tells her about Paul Rovia and the others, Rick, Michonne, Abraham, Daryl, Glenn and Maggie, leaving with him to go to Hilltop. Carol receives the news with calm, a trait Mila loves about her; by now not much seems to surprise her. As Carol disappears to take a shower and change clothes, Juri wonders what they should do first during their extra special fun-day. Mila suggests crafting; Juri loved crafting when he went to daycare and always brought home necklaces, drawings and scrapbooking cards to her. When she was looking for new sheets in the house that belonged to Jessie one day, she found a whole lot of craft materials in a cupboard; Jessie wouldn't need it anymore, so Mila took it.

They spread the material over the dining table, Mila picks out Capri Sun as snacks and starts to make beaded necklaces and bracelets while Carol returns back after a while, and starts to bake more cookies with the acorns. Deeply concentrated, Juri methodically places pearl after pearl on the small wire, with his tongue between his teeth. He makes necklaces and bracelets for his ‘big brother’ Carl, ‘auntie Carol’, Mila gets a necklace and for Daryl Juri makes a bracelet and a little pendant to hang on his crossbow.

“That will be very nice.” Carol assures as Juri holds up the pendant for her to see, made with beads in all sorts of shapes and colors. “Daryl will be very happy.” She smiles. “I will wear my necklace every day from now on, sweetie.”

While the cookies are in the oven, Carol quickly sweeps up a vegetable soup for lunch. Just in time for lunch, Aaron pops in and joins Mila, Juri, Carol and Judith around the table to eat. Mila sits in-between Juri and Judith and has a full time job making sure Judith doesn't play with her food and tells Juri to stop making another bracelet, this time for Aaron.

“You can finish it after lunch.” Mila says, for the fourth time, before Juri listens, but by then he’s already done and stretches over the table to hand Aaron the bracelet.

“Thank you.” Aaron looks tenderly at the bracelet. “The nicest gift I’ve ever received.” His genuine expression of gratitude makes Juri blush behind his second package of Capri Sun. “I’d love to have kids on my own.” Aaron looks at Juri with glistening eyes. “They’re amazing.” He sighs. “But these times-” He shakes his head.

“You can borrow mine whenever you’d like.” Mila suggests while scooping up the soup in her spoon, pouring it down her still aching mouth. “Besides, you’re already uncle Aaron.”

Juri nods at Aaron at the other side of the table; he’s got a lot of uncles and aunts all of a sudden. But only one big brother, he assures them through his gestures.

“Yeah, there’s only one Carl.” Mila agrees.

Juri points at Judith.

“And only one Judith.” Mila nods. “And since you’re older than Judith, you get to show how to behave at the dining table. Like, you’re not supposed to make bracelets while eating.”

After lunch, Aaron thanks Carol for the lunch and heads off to the construction site, Carol clears the table from bowls and spoons and leaves to go and hand out the still steaming warm cookies to the Alexandria residents. Mila takes on the mission to put Judith to sleep, while Juri finishes off his second portion of vegetable soup at the table, now fully occupied with his walkman. It’s apparently completely impossible to sit and eat without amusement; on the one hand, Mila understands him. She herself likes to have a book or a newspaper with her at the dining table. Before the outbreak, when they lived in Brooklyn, she loved to eat in front of the TV when she was alone; channel surfing until she found a channel with a program about 'tanks in the first world war', 'ancient sharks eating ships' or 'grown men running around in the dark looking for ghosts'.

Softly Mila sings the girl to sleep while stroking the soft, light brown hair. She sings a Russian lullaby from her childhood, the one her mother used to sing to her when she’d had a nightmare; a heartbreaking song about a dying child. In hindsight, Mila’s surprised she could even fall asleep at all after hearing that song, but the way her mother sang it as they lied next to each other in Mila’s bed, was like being swept in a blanket of protection, a safe embrace from the bad dreams. Then it didn’t matter that Vanya died and was buried the next day. Mila softly strokes the now sleeping girl over her cheek, smiles and leaves the room.

“Wow, two whole rounds of soup!” Mila exclaims, as she returns to the dining room and Juri, proud beyond measures, shows her two short, tubby fingers. “Bozhe moy, I gotta find you new clothes soon, you’ll grow like a sprout-” She says as she helps him down from the chair. “So, nap or no nap?”

Juri shakes his head; no nap today. Instead he points at the kitchen island, where Carol’s left a couple of cookies on a plate. With the big cookie in a firm grip, Juri announces that he wants to have a dance party. He’s high on sugar from the Capri Sun and needs to let off some steam, pronto! Said and done, Mila runs upstairs, again, collects their dear collection of cassette tapes, runs downstairs and puts a cassette in the stereo in the living room. Having small children is a single gym workout; never a quiet moment. Juri wastes no time and starts to jump around to Van Halen’s “Dance the night away” with the cookie in his hand. Her heart overflows with love as Mila, smiling, watches as the little person moves around on the carpet, making his sporadic, spontaneous moves to the music. Sometimes he takes a bite out of the cookie.

Carl and Enid return just in time to see Juri make a pirouette to “Mr. Blue Sky”.

“Hey, great moves, dude!” Carl greets him.

They sit down on the couch and watch Juri dance, while Mila sorts the crafting supplies; she has a feeling they’re done making bracelets by now. Activities shift quickly when you’re a child and as a mother, Mila is left to clean up. But when “Dance in the dark” comes on she can’t refrain from wanting to dance; yeez Louise, she loves this song. She lets herself be dragged out on the living room carpet by Juri and shakes her head, making her hair dance.

“Dance with us Carl!” Mila pants mid air. “You too, Enid!”

Slightly frightened by the invitation, Enid shakes her head so the brown hair swings around her face. Carl on the other hand rises from the couch, widely smiling, and starts to dance with them. It’s fun, liberating; just dancing around, jumping, making silly moves, while singing their hearts out.

“Come on!” Carl grabs Enid by the hands and pulls her up on the floor. “Don’t be such a bummer. Let loose!”

“I-” Enid looks anything but pumped.

“Live a little!” Mila encourages; she herself feels very much alive at least. Her heart is pounding and the pulse is at ‘moderately working’. It’s actually quite exhausting to dance. She’s a little impressed that she used to go to parties and dance almost every weekend back in university - in heels, moreover. She looks down at her socks and Birkenstocks.

When the song fades out and the intro to KC & The Sunshine Band’s “Give it up” they hear a soft thud from the upper floor; Judith must’ve thrown her plushie on the floor.

“I’ll go get her.” Mila says. She lets Carl and Enid continue to dance with Juri, and runs up and gets the now awake, well rested little girl. With Judith locked on her hip she walks downstairs again. Judith points at Carl and starts to wiggle her arms, spits out the pacifier and starts to babble.

“You wanna dance too?” Mila asks, while bouncing Judith on her hip. “Come on, let’s dance.”

With a squealing Judith in her arms Mila sways to the music, hops around and swings the girl around the air. But Judith doesn’t get Mila’s full attention for long; Juri, unaccustomed to competition, soon wants her attention, he also wants to dance in her arms. With Judith on one arm and Juri on the other she moves over the carpet, while the two toddlers laugh excitedly by her, a grown up, acting incredibly funny.

Carol returns from her walk around the community in the middle of the chorus to [song], when Enid has returned to the couch and Carl makes an impressive attempt at a moonwalk.

“I disappear for a moment and poof; I come back to a disco.” She laughs.

“Gotta raise the roof around here.” Mila pants and twirls around with the two toddlers locked at her hips. “Right, malysh?” She gets support from Juri, who strikes a disco finger for Carol to marvel at. “But I would actually need a break now.”

The break is accompanied by “Twistin’ the night away” and more Capri Sun, taken on the couch. Carl playfully fans Judith with the wide-brimmed hat and Mila twists her hair in a sloppy ponytail and curses her poor cardio; it’s gotten pretty bad all of a sudden. That uncomfortable nausea she’s felt on and off the last week begins to creep in and she trembles at what Juri wants to do next. “Ya izmozhden.” Mila says when Juri tells her, with sugar rushed excitement, that he wants to dance more. “I’m exhausted. Mummy’s old.”

As if Juri was going to buy that excuse. He answers her firmly that she’s not old, but that they can go out and draw with the street crayons instead. Mila throws a glance out the window. It’s sunny, looks warm. “Fine.” She replies. “Let’s go, Picasso.”

While sitting on the hot asphalt, drawing with the chunky, chalky crayons Mila’s struck by a feeling she hasn’t felt in a long time; it all feels almost as before the virus. It’s been a very normal day. Just as when Mila had her day’s off from work. On those day’s Juri didn’t go to daycare; instead they did all sorts of fun stuff. They went to the park and occupied the swing sets until some irritated mother asked Mila if she would mind sharing with the other children. On the days Jim had a day off as well they went to coffee shops, had coffee and juice and tried different pastries and cookies. Other days they stayed at home playing, or Mila invited her friends (none of them had children of their own) over for lunch and to watch a day-movie with her and Juri.

Soon Mila puts down her pastel blue crayon and lies down on the warm asphalt, while Juri continues with his masterpiece; this time a zoo with green tigers and yellow monkeys.

“Right now, life’s pretty nice, right?” She exhales and closes her eyes. In the distance she heard the light, barely noticeable, breeze sweeping through the nearby trees. A gentle, soothing sound that mixes up with the faint sound from the walkman, lying on the ground next to Juri. “Pretty, damn nice.”

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One night in Vacuo

It was night, and a surprisingly hot night. Ruby was alone in the bedroom reading her comics when she heard a knock on the door.

She opens the door and finds Jaune in front of her, which surprises her, Jaune did not look for her, Beacon appeared at the door of the room looking for Weiss, they only met in the corridors, where they exchanged a few words.

- Hey Jaune

- Hey, Ruby. - He scratches the back of his neck.

- Do you need something?

- No. I mean, yes! But I think you might need it too ... - Ruby raises a curious eyebrow. "What would I need? And that is why it has to do with Jaune" She opens the door a little more, allowing you to enter. She sits on one of the beds and he does the same on the other bed.

- What I need? - Jaune thinks for a few seconds.

- Ruby ... Since Atlas, since that day of terror, you have been different. - He looks at her. - And that's bad? - Not so much ... bad ... Just a little worrying, you know? You are practically the flame between us, always encouraging us to move on, always feeding our hopes, but it is that now you seem ... Out. - Ruby widens her eyes for a moment, until she closes them, lowering her head and clenching the fists that were on her thighs.

- I have felt so guilty ... Hearing that from you, about being the flame, sounds so ironic to my ears. - Jaune is confused, but lets her continue. - Because ... - some tears fall on your skirt. - Everything I've been doing has been disappointing ...

- Ruby, this is not true. - Ruby looks at him with hate in her teary eyes

- You don't know me, Jaune! - He doesn't react, even more confused. - I'm sorry, but that's a truth. And well ... I made mistakes from the beginning ... How could I be so weak and not be able to stop Mercury in melee, since I had stopped trying to stop Penny and Pyrrha ... How could I be so slow to save Pyrrha I was paralyzed for a few seconds feeling helpless while Cinder killed her ... how I could involve you and your team in this impossible game ... how I believed I could stop Salem even though I have the truth that she is immortal. .. - She cried sobbing, Jaune feeling sad for a moment to see the way she feels antagonistic for everything, but at the same time, he felt relieved, because he understood that she had, at that moment, vented.

He gets up and sits down next to her, taking her hand, making her look at him in surprise.

- You are not guilty. I am not disappointed in you and I am sure that no one feels it, in fact everyone is proud of you. The bad can sometimes be inevitable, just because you did not know how to deal with stressful and complex situations, does not mean that you are wrong. You don't have to fight all the time, Ruby. You don't always have to win, you are human. However, there is something you can do, try. And that's what you've been doing all this time, try, but respect your limitations too. - Ruby absorbs his friend's words and feels better. - Just don't give up on going when something goes wrong, Ruby.

- You are very nice, Jaune. - She looks at him with happiness in her eyes, he smiles rising from the bed

- So ... I wanted to invite you. Do you want to go out with me?

Ruby got out of bed on impulse, very surprised, until her eyes widened immediately, demonstrating this. "Jaune asking me out?"

- Now? - Ruby had a question on her face

- Yes. - She smiles without teeth and then nods.

They walk in the light of the moon, which illuminated the whole scene, they were in the middle of small sand dunes.

- So where are we going?

- You'll know when you get there. - She makes a face.

- We are walking a few minutes, and now we are in a kind of desert ... It's confusing. - Jaune laughs, while another dune rises. Upon reaching the top, they stop. In front of him was a large lake that reflected the whole sky, on its banks were a set of small dark blue lights, like aquatic fireflies. There was also a small wooden platform.

Ruby was delighted with the paradisiacal vision, she had never seen anything so beautiful. Jaune looks at her smiling while the girl looks glassy.

- We will? - He goes down the dune quickly, Ruby soon does the same. They climb on the platform watching the sparkles in the water.

- What is it? - She points to them.

- It's beautiful, is not it? They're like fireflies, but bioluminescent plankton

- It's incredible! - Ruby's eyes sparkled, Jaune moves away, yanking his shoes off his feet.

- What are you doing? - Ruby turns to him and sees him folding the hem of his pants.

- I will feel the water. - He sits on the edge of the platform, sinking his feet into the water. - You should do the same, it's simple, but cool.

Ruby then does the same, sitting next to her, watching the lake.

- It even looks like a sea. - she sighs in wonder.

- I came here a few years ago, I didn't even know if it still existed.

- Thank you ... - she sighs relaxed.

- There is?

- For telling me these things, you are right, I was surprised ... What you said made me much better and helped me to recognize that I am carrying a position that I should not have. - he smiles, she looks at him happily.

- I'm glad you're better, Ruby. I think we should use the place. - He blinks.

- What? - He gets up leaving her with doubts. He takes off his shirt making Ruby shy.

- Hey, what are you doing, are you going to practice nudism? - He laughs

- No, Ruby. I'm just going to get in the water. - He takes off his armor.

- You are crazy? It is night and it is also a very large lake, what if you are attacked by a Grimm? - He unbuttons his pants. - Jauune, I'm here, please don't do this. - He pulls his pants down, Ruby closes his eyes at the moment and peeks through his fingers, he was wearing white linen shorts. Ruby is relieved.

- I wouldn't do that to you here, Ruby. And over the lake, not Ruby, there is no danger of Grimm. The lake is shallow, it cannot and the night is very well lit, it is the perfect climate for a bath in this magical water. He went into the water, his back was not bare, he was wearing a dark blue jersey.

- What are you waiting for. - He signals Ruby to enter the water, she sighs and starts to get rid of the excess clothes. Just in shorts and shirt. She faces the water before entering, starts to touch the water with the tip of the thumb, when she is surprised with a jet of water on the forehead. She faces Jaune who laughed at the situation, she runs into the water to get revenge on the boy, they laughed while the guerrillas in the water. Ruby realized that her body was sinking slightly, the water was on her shoulders.

- You said it was shallow.

- And yes, I say, in the deepest part the water catches my nipples. Ruby laughs, making Jaune embarrassed.

- Yes, the water is shallow just for you. - They laugh. - She splashes water on his face and tries to run. He throws water back and they come back with a wet war.

They looked like children, ran across the sand, bet on the swimming race and returned with the water war.

Jaune was slaughtering Ruby, making her go deeper in an attempt to escape, until she realized she was sinking, she grabs Jaune's arms for support and doesn't drown, he then holds her by the elbows, they laugh, with soaked hair, dripping water. Jaune was mesmerized in Ruby's eyes, still laughing and smiling, they looked like mirrors, they reflected all the brightness of the moon.

- They are beautiful. - Jaune's voice was soft, Ruby's smile soon disappeared with her surprise.

- What?

- Your eyes are incredibly beautiful. - Ruby could not believe what she was hearing, it was a simple compliment, but it gave her incredible and confused feelings, she was happy, she was in love and so was Jaune. They stared at each other for a moment, until Jaune noticed tiredness in his arms and hands. - We'd better go to the shallows. - Ruby agrees.

They sit on the sand. And they watch the environment.

- I really needed it, Jaune. - Ruby smiles at him.

- Me too, Ruby. - He smiles back.

- It had been so long since I felt this way, in fact I think I never felt this way before, it is such a huge happiness, it warms my whole chest, it makes my stomach crazy.

- I understand, I am happy that I am not the only one to feel this way now. - They look at each other smiling, and their faces get closer until their lips touch.

Jaune presses his lips, while he grabs Ruby's waist with one hand, the other he takes up his cheek, Ruby also touches him, one hand was on his back and the other sunk in his wet hair.

Her lips moved, until Jaune's tongue touched Ruby's lip, she let him in, touching her tongue to his. They moved slowly, in a slow, calm kiss. Ruby and Jaune had to move away to get air. They faced each other again, with a cheerful countenance.

- The sky is beautiful. - Ruby lies on the sand to watch the sky. Jaune follows suit. Ruby sighs with happiness, she felt so happy and calm. This made her close the others, taking advantage of the contact of the body with the wet sand and the feet in contact with the water. Jaune turns on his side to watch her.

- And you look magnificent. - Ruby slightly opens her eyes, her heart racing, turns on her side to face him too.

- Thanks. - She puts some of the hair that falls on her face behind her ear. Jaune takes his hand, they approach again, for a second kiss. Jaune puts his arms around her, bringing her closer to his body, Ruby envelops her neck by slowly pushing her head. The kiss was hotter, loaded with tenderness, they stop again.

- If you keep kissing me like that, I'll believe the idea that you like me.

- I'm also believing that, I think I'm in love. - He smiles, making her shy.

- At least you're not sure.

- Do I not? - He pretends to be thoughtful and she laughs.

- Well ... I like you Jaune, and even though we don't have anything, I'm happy to have my first kiss with you. - She smile. - Because I like and trust you, Jaune. - He rejoices to hear her, then pulls her into a hug.

- I'm loving you, Ruby.

P.s. I'm sorry if the writing is bad, I'm Brazilian, I'm not very good at English, but being part of the Lancaster community, I would like to bring content to feed this wonderful ship that is the Lancaster.

#rwby #rwby fan character #rwby lancaster #rwby fanfiction #rubyrose #ruby x jaune #jaune x ruby #jaune arc #lancaster #lancaster fanfic

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coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe · 3 years ago

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Superheroes with Secrets: Tears, Sex and Rage (Fic part 3) (Set in 2001)

Around 2000 Words. 18+ in places.

Tags: @piratewithvigor please inform me if you wish to be tagged/untagged from posts.

‘Giantess’ Kirby Roussimoff x Shane 'Hurricane’ Helms (Circa 2001)

Reference Posts: Shane 'Hurricane’ Helms

Kirby 'The Blacklight Bandit’ Roussimoff

Notes: The story is set in 2001, which would make Helms 27 and Kirby 31. This story also blends Kayfabe and Reality. Certain people speak in different colours, Mainly: Helms is Green. Kirby is Orange. Kane is Red. Undertaker is Purple. Big Show is Blue.

He matches her energy easily, holding onto her like a desperate man.

She weaves one hand around his back and into his hair, deepening the kiss.

He almost feels the urge to wrap his legs around her waist, but hesitates only because he doesn't want Kirby to think he was just flirting for sex.

Kirby pulls away, desperate for breath, "Jeez, I've never kissed someone like that before."

"Neither have I. Looking forward to doing a lot of it."

Kirby lets out a small giggle, "we have the whole room to ourselves, you know."

"Are you suggesting... adult activities?"

"Only if you're interested."

"I'm very, very interested."

Kirby pulls Helms into a heated kiss, wrapping her arms around his waist and lifting him.

Feeling so small in her arms is a turn-on Helms didn't expect at all. It's enough to make him moan softly.

Kirby pulls away from the kiss, moving to kiss his jawline and neck, keeping him face to face with her.

"Didn't think I'd ever get the chance to look at you eye-to-eye like this." He chuckles.

"Didn't expect anyone to ever see this side of me, to be honest with you, Helms."

"It's an honour to be able to." He says with an absolute seriousness.

"Thanks" she whispers, before dropping him on the bed.

He squeaks a little as he falls. "Guess it's good I'm used to heights, hmm?"

"Very good, also good that these beds are softer than the ring mat."

"So much softer."

"I've never actually done anything like this before." Kirby admits, blushing bright pink.

"Gotta have a first time at some point."

"I gotta tell ya, I'm kinda nervous about this."

"First time I've ever made anyone nervous." He chuckles. "I promise you're gonna have fun."

"You sure?" Kirby asks, removing her jersey and starting to unbutton her jumpsuit.

"Positive. I haven't gotten any complaints yet."

Kirby hesitates for a moment, "what do you mean by that?"

"Girls I've been with seem to think I'm pretty good."

"Get the fuck out" Kirby states flatly.

"Wait... what?" he asks softly, praying she's joking.

"If you're going to bring up other chicks when it's meant to be just you and me alone at this moment in time, you can get the Fuck out of this room, Helms." Kirby states, slightly angrier than her previous statement.

"I didn't mean it like that. I'm not comparing. I'm just trying to set you at ease. Like... a resume." He tries to explain, but it's obvious words are failing him.

"Helms, before I throw you out of this room on your ass, leave." Kirby's gradually getting angrier.

He stands from the bed and re-does the zipper on his hoodie as he leaves. With one hand on the doorknob, he whispers "I still mean it..." and walks out, not letting her see the tears threatening to fall.

"Helms, wait, I'm sorry" Kirby drops to her knees, putting her head in her hands, "I'm such a fucking idiot."

Between Kirby's room and Helms's was the room Show was staying in. Helms pauses to knock on the door and he lifts his hood to cover his face as the door opens. "Kirby's gonna tell you to break my legs in a few minutes. Consider this my plea not to and tell her I'm sorry." He mumbles.

"What did you do?" Show grumbles.

"I fucked up. I'm sure she'll tell you the rest soon enough."

"No, you don't get away with being vague, get your ass in here and tell me."

"Please, Show, just dish out the punishment she tells you to. I need to drink myself into a coma tonight." He whispers, his voice cracking.

"Helms, if you hurt my sister, I am the only chance you have at getting back in her life, don't you realise that?"

"I don't know if I have that option anymore." He looks up to meet Big Show's eyes, trying to blink away the tears from his red and puffy eyes. "I thought everything was going well. She was nervous and I wanted to let her know she wasn't dealing with a guy who didn't know what he was doing and might hurt her, but it didn't come out right and she threw me out."

"Oh good lord," Show pushes past the smaller man and knocks on Kirby's door, "I know you're in there, dumbass."

From inside the room the two men hear a yell of "Go Away, I'm a Fucking Idiot."

"Like I don't know that already." Show grumbles, knocking some more. "I can keep this up all night, you know I can."

"Break the door down, I don't fucking care," Kirby yells back, her voice cracking in places.

"I'm going to, but if you want to save me a couple hundred replacing the door, you'll let me in."

The door swings open, Kirby stands in the doorway, silent tears streaming down her cheeks, "I'm a fucking dumbass, Show, I'm an absolute fool of a woman."

"I know, sweetheart, I know." He assures her gently, pulling her into a hug as he gives Helms a look to go back to his own room until things had been smoothed over. Could be an hour, could be all night, but seeing two dumbass wrestlers in love and tears after they'd playfully raced each other back to the hotel meant there were feelings between them that needed un-hurting.

"I feel so fucking stupid, you know"

"I know, I know, hush, you need sleep."

At the crack of dawn the following day Kirby's already placed a bouquet of pink roses (which signify an apology) at Helms' hotel room door and left with Show for the next arena.

Before Helms leaves, he calls ahead to the next hotel and requests a few additions to his room. A few romantic items to stash away in his room and a card to be sent to Kirby's room that says 'roses accepted. Attempt #2 in my room?'.

Kirby walks into her hotel room, setting her bags down and reads the card, "that green lunatic" she sighs before grabbing her satchel bag and heading out to a nearby café and grabbing a coffee, sitting in a booth near the back of the building and pulling out a sketchbook, she starts drawing, taking the occasional sip of her coffee.

Helms is meanwhile setting up his room to be the perfect romantic evening. Kirby deserves nothing less.

Kirby continues drawing as Kane sits opposite to her.

"Show told me all about it."

"Don't press your luck, firefly."

"Ain't pressing anything. Figured I already have my nose this deep into your and Helms's business, what's the harm in butting in further?"

"The harm is, I'll shove this pencil," she gestures with her mechanical pencil, "into your eye." She goes back to sketching what looks like a portrait of Helms.

"Kayfabe says I'm blind in one eye anyway." He takes her threats with a grain of salt. As long as she's sitting down, she's not truly being serious.

"Kane, did you tell him to ask me out?" Kirby questions, not looking up from the page, "honestly, I need to know everything."

"I told him to tell you how he feels, yes. He's been pining for you for months. Always looking your way and sighing and anytime someone pointed it out, he'd go all red."

"Cute." Kirby states, searching in her satchel bag for a pen, "He goes red at the mention of me or just if someone points out his obvious interest in me?"

"The obvious interest. You'd have noticed if he was red every time you were near."

"Ah," Kirby sighs, inking the portrait with her pen, not fully paying attention to Kane.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

"No need, there's nothing wrong with me right now, Kane, just," Kirby sighs, "Can't get him out of my mind."

"Why are you trying to in the first place?"

"Because I haven't been able to plan matches since I started thinking about him, I've had to let Lita and Chyna plan out my matches for me."

"I mean why are you trying to avoid thinking of him when he's practically throwing himself at you, which dealing with would make the thoughts clear by themselves."

"Kane, look at me, I'm not the type of girl who people care for, I'm a side show attraction born in the wrong era." Kirby swigs her coffee, drawing the final lines of the portrait.

"Is it so wrong to think giants can be loved? I've had a wife five years and she's a lot shorter than Helms. You may be tall, but your heart isn't any weirder than anyone else. What is your heart telling you about Helms?"

"My heart is telling me that he wants me in a way I can't say in public." Kirby states, taking another sip of her coffee, "I'm not sure, Kane, I like him, but what if everything goes wrong?"

"Is everything going wrong potentially worse than how you're feeling now? You're pining in a coffee shop and I bet you anything he's pining in his hotel room."

"Probably more than pining" Kirby mumbles, turning the page in her sketchbook and beginning to draw in pencil again.

"How do you mean?"

"Something I can't say in public, my fiery friend." Kirby cocks an eyebrow as she takes the final swig of her coffee.

"Like what, masturbating to the thought of you?" Kane asks, an eyebrow raised cockily.

"Let's just say I wouldn't put it past him" she answers, straight faced.

"Then why toy with him like this? You like him, he likes you, now stop being so damn emotionally constipated with each other and get married before I lose my damn mind and throw someone into a literal dumpster fire."

"You would never, but I understand the point, I'll go talk to him now, that make you happy?" Kirby retorts, packing her sketchbook and art supplies back into her satchel and tossing the empty paper coffee cup in a nearby bin as she leaves.

"I'll be happy at the wedding." He calls after her, already planning the schematics of how to throw someone into a dumpster fire during a match.

"Jesus Christ, you walking fireball." Kirby whispers to herself as she walks back to the hotel, managing to find herself stuck in an elevator with the two Hardy boys.

Both of them seemed a little extra giddy when she pressed the button for Helms's floor.

"What are you two so happy about?" Kirby asks, failing to be her usual intimidating self.

"We just really like the fourth floor. You're gonna have a great time there." Jeff grins.

"Jeff, are you by any chance smoking weed again, you know it'll make you fail the wellness test."

"I'm not that stupid. Just a big fan of the fourth floor."

"Simple question, do you two know where Lita is, because I'm going to put her through hell so you two can fuck off for a while."

"Hey, we were in the elevator first, kiddo. Don't have to drag Lita into this."

"I will kill you both, you do realise this, also who you calling 'kiddo' I'm older than both of ya."

"Not combined. Combined, we're in our 50s."

Kirby struggles to hold back a laugh as the door opens to the fourth floor.

"Good luck, kiddo." They grinned as the doors shut, keeping her from retaliating with violence.

"God, fuck. Forget it, just breathe." Kirby starts walking down the hallway, stopping outside Helms' room and knocking on the door.

He's been pacing a hole in the carpet and nearly jumps when there's a knock before going to open the door.

"Helms, you in there." Kirby asks, trying not to let her anxieties get the better of her.

#Kirby Roussimoff #Shane Hurricane Helms #Blacklight Bandit #Orange and green - the perfect team #Superheroes with Secrets

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hockeygods14 · 5 years ago

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Jamie Benn - Fight For Love

Masterlist

Requested: can you do a Jamie Benn imagine where you are his best friend and you go to one of his games and sit front row and Jamie talks to you and tom Wilson sees you two and during the game tom talks to Jamie about you and Jamie finally snaps and gets into a fight with tom (Jamie wins?) and on the drive back to his house he won't tell you what happened and when you get there you ask him what's wrong and he finally tells you and confesses his feelings for you and can you make it end with fluff thank you!!

Word count: 1,810

“Why can’t I just wear a t shirt Jamie?” I asked my best friend as he was tying his tie.

“Why can’t you wear a jersey?” He looked at me from the bathroom and then went back to looking at the mirror. “You are going to be front row.” I laughed and rolled my eyes. I was already planning on wearing a jersey but just seeing him squirm was funny.

“I have the one Tyler gave to me for Christmas.” I go to stand up and Jamie came in the doorway.

“Oh his jersey?”

“Yeah I haven’t wore it yet.” There was part of me that wanted him to say you should wear one of mine jerseys but I knew he wouldn’t.

“I have to get going I’m going to be late.” He gave me a quick hug and left.

I sighed and sat down on the bed. Why can’t I just tell him how I feel? He will always see me as a friend. I mean I should be okay with that, at least we are friends. I put my head in my hands.

Jamie POV

I wanted so mad to tell Y/N that I wanted her to wear my jersey but I couldn’t bring myself to. I can’t even bring myself to tell her how I feel about her.

I got onto the ice for warmups and looked for Y/N right away, I found her without a problem. I skated over to her and I saw that she wasn’t wearing Seguin’s jersey but she was wearing mine which brought a smile onto my face.

“Your wearing my jersey,” I pointed out.

“Yeah thought I would support my best friend.” She shrugged her shoulders and smiled up at me. Every time she smiled I get the warm feeling in me. I gave her one last look and went back to warming up.

It was in the second period we were tied with the Capitals two-to-two. We were heading for a face-off and next to me was Tom Wilson.

“I saw you over there talking to that girl. Do you know her?” He asked me I saw him look over at Y/N.

“Yeah she’s a good friend of mine.” I say looking at Y/N and seeing her laughing.

“Do you think I could get her number? I would really like to get to know her.” I turned my head quickly to him in disbelief. “I mean just look at her smile,” There was so much angry building in me right now and if he doesn’t stop talking about Y/N there will be gloves dropped.

“No I can’t give you her number.” I say and then the puck was dropped. I pushed Wilson a bit harder than normal.

“What the hell man?” He turn to me.

The next thing I know we are at center ice and our gloves for dropped.

“Is this about that girl?” I ignored him and throw the first punch. Wilson got a few on me. I got my hand free and kept punching him and brought him down to the ice. The referees came and pulled me off of him.

“You better watch out Benn!” Wilson yelled out to me. I just smile at him because I knew I won the fight.

I saw Seguin skate up to me with my stick and gloves.

“So I haven’t said anything because I was waiting for you to say it first but I’m just going to come out and say it. You have confess your feelings for her.” I grabbed my things out of his hands and just looked at him and didn’t say anything.

Y/N POV

What the hell just happened?

Once the game was over. I made my way down the the locker room. Jamie doesn’t normally get into fights. The whole time I was waiting for Jamie I was trying to figure out what happened to make him fight Tom Wilson.

The door to the locker room opened and I saw Tyler walk out. He looked up and saw me right away.

“Jamie might me a little bit. Do you want me to take you back to his house?” I moved my eyes away from Tyler and back to the locker room and a few more players come out but none of them were Jamie.

“Thank you Tyler but I think I’ll wait for him.” He smiled at me and we said goodbye

By the time Jamie came out I was the only one in the hallway. He look around saw me there he didn’t say anything he just motioned for me to start walking down the hall I just rolled my eyes. I noticed that his lips was busted.

Not one word was spoken the whole way back to Jamie’s house. Once he parked the car he went straight inside the house.

“What happen out on the ice?” I asked while closing the front door.

“Nothing,”

I laughed a little “Oh really? Nothing happened? Then what do you call that busted lip of yours?”

I followed him into his room. “You know walking away from me isn’t going to work.”

“Y/N please just leave it alone.” He sighed and started to unbutton his shirt. I saw once he fully took his shirt off that there was already bruises starting to form.

“Jamie you have a busted lip and bruises. You went up against Tom Wilson-“

“You don’t think I could have won? I hate to tell you but I did win.” He raised his voice a little bit.

“Don’t start getting made at me now Jamie I didn’t so anything. I am just worried about my best friend!” I raise my voice right back at him. I saw him laugh a little and shake his head.

“Wilson asked me for your number Y/N, so I got mad and I dropped my gloves because I don’t want you talking to him I don’t want you talking to any guy.” I looked at him confused.

“What are you saying?”

“What I’m saying is that I am in love with you and I don’t want you to be with anyone else.” I finally looks at me since walking in the room.

I didn’t know what to say. I have been wanting to hear him say that for so long and to hear it now I can’t make out the words. Then I said thinking he got into the fight for me? He fought Tom Wilson because he is in love with me. I couldn’t help but smile. I walked over to him.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because of this right here. You not feeling the same way. I didn’t want to have a conversation that is going to break my heart. I have been hiding my feeling for you for years and now since Wilson decided to ask for your number it all comes out. We have been friends for years now I didn’t want this to ruin what we have.” As I walk to him he keeps walking away from me. “I don’t want to hear you say you don’t have feelings for me because I already know. I just want to forget about all of this and in the morning we go back to the way it's suppose to be.” I was getting kinda mad because he just assumed that I don’t feel the same way.

“What if I don’t want it to forget about it? What if I don’t want things to go back to the way there were?” Jamie walks into the bathroom but doesn’t close the door. I thought I might just give him some space so I just took a seat on the edge of his bed.

“Y/N I don’t want to-“

“No it's my turn to talk. You said what you wanted to say now it's my turn. You said you already know that I don’t have feelings for you but how do you know that? You never asked me you just assumed but Jamie the truth is that I have feeling for you as well. I have had feelings for you since that day I met you. It has killed me to see you date all those girl and just see how wrong they have been for you. I have gone on dates with guys to get over you but damn none of them are you and I hate it so much that I have had these feelings for you and they won’t go away.” Jamie looked at me from the bathroom I could see the shock on his face. “So next time you assume something make sure it's the truth.” I got up from the bed and walked out of bedroom.

I went downstairs. If I stayed in that room I would have started yelling. I was getting so mad at Jamie for saying that you already knew my feelings and it was the total opposite of what my feelings actually are.

“Y/N,” I heard Jamie walk in the living room where I was. I turned and see him in the doorway but I turn away quickly. “Please look at me,” I could speak I could feel the tear build up in my eyes and I knew if I spoke then the tears would fall. “I shouldn’t have just assumed that I knew your feelings Y/N I’m sorry I was stupid and I should have just talk to you.” I heard him walk more inside the room and move closer to me.

Before I know it I could feel him standing right behind me. He placed a hand on my hip and I sighed at his touch. His other hand came up my arm barely touching me. I could feel myself slowly leaning back against him I could feel his breath on my ear. I tilt my head back and hit his chest. His lips move to my now exposed neck and placed a kiss. I quickly turn around and my lips on his and wrap my arms around his neck and my figure run through his hair.

We both slowly pulled away. His arms are still around my waist and my arms are placed on his shoulders. Our foreheads are against each other. I slowly look up into his eyes.

“How about we watch a movie and we talk about this later or tomorrow?” Jamie was the first to speak. I just nodded my head.

We both settled on the couch and put a movie on. Jamie wrapped an arm around my should and pulled me close. His other arm came around and pulled my legs onto his lap. I could get use to this. Being in his arms kissing him anytime I wanted to. Him being mine and me being his.

#jamie benn #dallas stars #tom wilson #washington capitals #nhl #nhl imagines #nhl fanfiction #hockey #hockey imagines #Hockey Fanfiction

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slafkovskys · 5 years ago

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love with an attitude / w. lockwood

☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★

my masterlist!

title from only human by the jonas brothers

three years.

that’s how long you and will had been together. in those three years, you’d learned a lot about each other. he knew all your quirks and you knew what made him tick. you knew he took losses hard, but he took losing streaks harder especially since being named captain.

four games.

that’s how many had been played since they’d last won. you could tell that it was taking a toll on will. he was spending more time at the rink which normally didn’t bother you, but when you had to go and collect him so that the cleaning crew could do their job, that was when you realized how bad it had gotten.

when you’d met up in the hall after tonight’s game, you could tell by the way he sunk into your embrace how defeated he felt. he needed you and you knew that so you let him hold onto you in the middle of that hallway until he pulled away.

you had left him with a promise of being at his house within the hour after you picked up some clothes from your own apartment. thirty minutes later, you pulled your car over to the side of the street in front of the house he shared with luke and griffin. griff’s car was gone but luke’s was still there.

you grab your bag out of the seat and walk to the front door. luke’s pulling it open before you can even shove your key in the lock. “hi y/n,” he says, “i’m gone so you kids’ll be alone. have fun, but not in my bed.”

he winks as you roll your eyes, used to his antics. you shut the door behind you and lock it, heading for the stairs. will’s in his room, sitting at his desk, still wearing his suit pants and shirt. his eyes follow you as you drop your duffle on the floor and hang your purse on the closet door.

“talk to me,” you say as you pull off the denim jacket with his name and number on the back off and grab a hanger. you plop down on the bed and face him. “what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

he rolls his eyes as his hands rub over his face, “i’m letting them down. i’m supposed to be the captain and lead them to victory but we’ve lost four games in a fucking row.”

“you’re not letting them down, will.” you say, reaching over and grabbing his hand. you pull him over to you. “this isn’t your fault.”

“well then who else is to blame?” he asks rather loudly and that causes you to flinch. “i’m sorry for shouting. i’ve just got this anger inside of me that i need to get out.”

“why don’t you just take it out on me,” you propose, grabbing his pillow and hugging it to your chest. you don’t have to look at him to feel his eyes burning into your back. “i mean, i’d rather you rough me around a little bit than me getting a call at some ungodly hour because you punched a guy in a bar or something.”

you hear him snort before one of his hands wrapped around your ankle and pulled you towards him at the foot of the bed. you look up at him, watching as he leans down to hover over you, “you don’t want me to do that.”

“will,” you sigh, raising your hands to pull at the hair at the nape of his neck, “if i didn’t want you to do something, i wouldn’t let you. besides, i can tell this is really affecting you and it’s not good to hold it in. i trust you. you know that right?”

he nods, sighing as turns his head and presses a kiss to your palm. he mumbles against it, “i don’t wanna hurt you.”

“we have a word,” you wager, “i can just use it if you go to far, which i don’t think you would or could. you’re too nice to me.”

“it’s because i love you,” he sighs, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. “are you sure you’re okay with this? like, 100 percent?”

you roll your eyes jokingly and nod, biting your lip, “110 percent, will. do what you need to do.”

that seemed to be what he was waiting for as he lips dove towards yours again, this time much rougher. your hands go to his shoulders, but he grabs them and holds them with one of his big hands. he pulls back with a chuckle, eyes dark with lust, “not tonight pretty.”

you watch with curious eyes as he drops your hands and moves toward the closet. he pulls out the tie he’d worn tonight, his lucky one he called because you’d gotten it for him as a gag gift your first christmas together, and turns to you with a smirk. “shirt off.”

you do as he says with haste, tossing it to the side. he stalks back over to you and drops the tie beside you on the bed. he nudged you back down and raised his fingers to dance over the yellow colored lace that encased your breasts. you mumbled out, “i know it’s your favorite. that’s why i wore it.”

his eyes meet yours, “were you planning this? walk in here, give me a pep talk and then ask me to go hard on you?”

“and if i did?” you raise an eyebrow, grunting when his hand smacks against your thigh.

his lips press against yours again and your eyes roll to the back of your head as he presses down against you, feeling the tent in his suit pants. just like the last one, the kiss wasn’t his usual soft and sweet. it was hasty and lust-filled which was slowly driving you insane. your teeth were knocking against each other as you feel his hands grazing your stomach, undoing the button on your jeans.

he didn’t take them off immediately, trailing his hands up your sides before slipping them under the fabric of your bralette. he took your breasts into his hands as he carefully caressed them. his lips moved from your lips, to your jaw, to your neck, then down to the valley of your breasts where he began leaving hickies.

“will,” you mumble breathlessly. he hums against your chest, “you’re gonna have to tie me up if you don’t want me to touch you. i’m struggling.”

he chuckles before pulling off your bralette and gathering your hands, bounding them together. “is that alright? not too tight?”

you move them around and shake your head. “perfect.”

without wasting time, his head shoots down to your nipple, tongue roaming around the bud as you writhed against his bed. he licked and sucked until you were sore, alternating his movements before pulling back and admiring his work.

he plants his hands on your hips, pulling your pants and panties down your legs in one go. he tossed them over to join your shirt on the floor as his eyes raked over you. “god,” he groans, “you’re gorgeous.”

“your turn,” you mumble, “you know i don’t like being the only one naked.”

he rolls his eyes as he unbuttons his shirt and tosses it to the side before undoing his pants. your teeth are practically digging into your lip as he’s finally exposed to you. he hums and reaches out his thumb, freeing your bottom lip from your teeth’s grasp. “don’t wanna make it bleed.”

he nudged you up the bed a little before looking over at the door, making sure it’s locked. he pushes your legs apart and leans down to places kisses on your inner thighs, “will-”

“i’ll have my time in a minute, baby.” he mumbles against your leg, “let me give you something first.”

your back arches off the bed as he places his lips around your sensitive nub, sucking on it. his tongue ran over your slit, tasting you as he held your legs apart knowing that you could and would wrap them around his head. you felt his hand run across your leg before dipping into your wetness, “who made you this wet?”

“you did will,” you sigh as he slowly puts a finger in, teasing. he knew how bad you wanted him and he’d be damned if he didn’t get some teasing in. it was who he was. he slides in another as he teeth nibble at you clit, “so good.”

he carries on while you writhe and moan, wanting more. you get close to letting loose and that’s when he pulls back, standing up. you huff as he turn you over so that you were ass up. “good god.”

“i prefer y/n,” you cheekily reply, turning your head to watch him grab the condom. you hear the tearing of the package before his hand slaps your ass. you groan as he gets behind you, rubbing his dick against your slit. you turn your head on the bed as he does so, trying to push back against him. “please fuck me. you’ve done enough teasing.”

“have i?” he mumbles, lips grazing your ear. “i could just leave you here. whining and waiting for me because we both know you won’t cum until i let you.”

“you could,” you mumble, “but you wouldn’t. you like my pussy to much to do that and you’ve already prepped me. would be a shame if it didn’t get used. wouldn’t it, captain?”

he growls at the nickname. the first time you used it was when he’d gotten his new jersey with the ‘c’ on it. he fucked you in it multiple times that day and multiple times thereafter. you brought the name up only in heated moments or when you wanted to chirp him. it’s been brought up in front of his friends a few times as well and that was always a fun ride home in your opinion.

“it sure would,” he growls as he finally pushes inside of you, burying himself to the hilt. you both let out simultaneous moans as he does so, yours louder than his. he stills for a moment, letting you adjust before pulling out and slamming back in.

“will!” you shout as he finds his rhythm, nailing into you with every thrust. “so good.”

his hand grabbed your hair and he pulled, planting your back against his chest. his hand dropped down in between your legs as he worked you closer. the bed moved along with you and you were thankfully he didn’t have a headboard because it would for sure be broken. he was driven by your moans and groans, encouraging you to be louder so that the neighbors could hear.

“could get another noise complaint,” he says against your ear which caused you to blush. “you’re so fucking good jesus christ.”

you’d reached the point where you couldn’t string together a sentence, the only words leaving your lips were ‘will’ and close’. you felt him twitch inside you as he granted you permission, toes curling as you let go.

you feel him fill the condom as he sighs, burying his head in your neck. he holds you against him as he unloads, breathing heavily. you both fall onto the sheets, entangled in each other. his hand pulls the tie, freeing your hands as he pushes back your hair from your face. “are you good? you were so good for me.”

“i’m good, will,” you send him your best smile. “did that help?”

“did it ever,” he sighs, kissing your forehead. “i love you.”

“i love you too.”

you watch as he stands up and heads to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and probably grab some towels. you hear the water turn on and you perk up as he walks back out. “i’m running us a much needed bath. you look like a mess.”

“fuck off lockwood.”

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ultradiplr · 5 years ago

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#1 Fan

Plot: You catch the eye of your favorite baseball star Siebren de Kuiper before a game~

Tags: Sort-of-Sexting, Age Difference. Semi-Public. BJ. Overuse of the smiling emoji. Reader radiates big bottom energy, but is otherwise gender neutral. Sigma is a… Fuckboi. lol

A/N: I have no self control and even though I have like five other things I’m working on right now @sketchingshow ‘s Baseball!Sigma has given fuel to a new fire.

You look at the clock over the ticket booth and grimace, looking down at the digital ticket you had pulled up on your phone screen, mentally face palming at how you had gotten 12:30 and 2:30 mixed up. You sighed and walked up to the qr scanner, verifying yourself, and walked through the rotating metal pipes of the entrance, figuring since you were already here you might as well check in. It’s not like you could go home and wait considering it took you an hour to get here.

Oh, the things you were willing to put up with so you could see your favorite baseball player Siebren de Kuiper in his last season.

There were a bunch of people here already, staff and fans alike, though mostly for the home team, so you weren’t that anxious at being so early. You walked through the entrance hall, taking a few photos of some of the player posters hanging, and out through a vomitorium that lead into the stadium. You looked out over the empty field, bright and green and surrounded by high walls of seats, and took a quick selfie with the vast expanse of the stadium behind you, at least being this early meant no one knocking you down or being in the way for a cute photo.

You wandered down closer to the field, taking in the smell of freshly cut and watered grass, and took a load off in one of the more expensive seats. The home team was currently practicing before the game so you didn’t really care that much about watching them, content to fiddle with your phone until somebody told you to move.

For a while you browsed some videos and looked through your social media when you got an alert. Siebren de Kuiper had posted an update on his profile. You tapped the notification and simultaneously had your heart drop into your feet and your stomach rise into your lungs when you saw something you never thought you would,

A picture of you, sitting alone in the stands wearing his name and number, boredly looking at your phone with the caption,

“Not seen much nowadays, an eager fan. Lol. -Siebren.”

Your face was instantly set ablaze with embarrassment, too embarrassed to glance up and see the teams trading off field time, not sure how you’d react if you actually saw him looking in your direction. God, you wanted to die, but at the same time you felt like shouting out loud and dancing. You didn’t know what to do, you’ve never been noticed by a celebrity before. Should you leave a comment? Reshare it? Screencap it, print it, and hang it on your wall? Well, maybe not that, but what! Oh god this was so cool and crazy and oh god, you looked so weird in this pic! Was that what it looked when you sat down? Such poor posture! Ugh and you looked so tired! Would it be weird to try and doll yourself up or-

You shake your head and pinched the bridge of your nose, you were overthinking this. What would a normal person do in this situation? You typed out a quick comment. “Haha, that be me!” No, no too childish. “Wtf, that’s me!!!” Too surprised. Hmmm...

“Lol that’s me!”

Normal and friendly. Exactly how it should be. You were proud of yourself as you submitted the comment, marveling at it under his picture. You were nervous at him seeing it as you scrolled through his feed a little, mostly selfies of him with his team, over filtered pictures of his home life, and reshared posts about space facts and dumb baseball puns. It was honestly kind of adorable and underappreciated, if the low amount of likes meant anything, the man was as wholesome as they came and no one seemed to appreciate it!

A new notification popped up as you scrolled, a reply to your comment!

You tapped it and felt your heart flutter, Siebren de Kuiper had liked and replied!

“Thank You for your eager support then! :) - Siebren.”

A wide smile crossed your face at that, god that was adorable! You typed out a reply without thinking,

“Always a pleasure! <3”

You giggled when you hit confirm, insides all warm. This was so cool. Like, literally, this was the coolest thing ever. You glanced up to the field, face burning when you noticed that he sat not too far away from you, sitting in the dugout a little diagonally from you, tapping away on a smartpad. Most likely browsing his own stuff. That was cool. He was cool. And handsome. And nice. And funny. And smart. And- okay your brain was going haywire.

You needed to take a walk before you began to hyperventilate. You stood up and walked back into the entrance hall where miscellaneous vendors had set up, mostly baseball paraphernalia for the visitor’s team since the home team had it’s own gift shop in the building. You browsed a bit to distract yourself from the excitement.

You were looking at a new version of the shirt you were already wearing when your phone buzzed with a notification.

“New direct message.”

That was odd, you never got dmed. You quickly opened it to find that you got a message from a random, empty account you weren’t following named Sigma14, weird name.

Where did you go?

You always forgot to lock dms to private, shrugging, you typed out a quick reply.

Sorry, Wrong person!

You were flipping through your settings to find the right configuration when a new reply came through.

Oh, I’m sorry!

I forgot this was my personal account!

It’s me, Siebren!

Your heart stopped and heat filled your body again, but your rational mind was rightfully unconvinced.

Yeah, sure you are.

Just send me the virus link

lol

You typed out, but waited for a reply this time, not knowing if you’d prefer to be let down with this being some weird scammer or actually get a real reply. Both seemed equally upsetting but for different reasons and on different ends of the spectrum.

Here’s Proof!

He sent a few pictures. The first was of him, smiling into the camera with a thumbs up while sitting in a dugout, his face sweaty and his greying hair a little mused, then the next was a picture of the field you were just in, the name of the stadium clearly seen, and the last was a picture of the seat you were sitting in with a red question mark and arrow pointing to it.

See!

He added after. You hugged your phone and squealed quietly, suddenly bursting with energy. Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit. It was really him!!!

akdjfldjsaf!

it’s really you!!!

I’m a huge fan!!

You typed out excitedly.

Haha

I noticed!

Thank you for supporting me!

So where did you run off to?

You took a photo of the shirt table you were standing at, glad that it was still pretty empty so no one seemed to mind you loitering around the table. You framed two different shirts with his name and number on it in two different colors, home and away.

Just buying some merch.

I need a new shirt

Lol

Which one do you think I should get?

You smiled when the texting bubble instantly popped up, feeling bubbly at the knowledge he was paying attention to you and not practicing.

Firstly, You have excellent taste!

And secondly, I don’t know…

I think I’d have to see it on you!

That last message almost killed you as you stood with your mouth open, if you’d been an omnic you were sure you’d have overheated and combusted. What the heck! What the Heck! Was he? No. Was he? No, surely not! He couldn’t have. That was… that was.. Did he just ask for a pic? You were blushing hard and silently staring at the words on screen before the typing bubble came up again.

Goodness!

I’m sorry for that last sentence!

I didn’t realize how that sounded!

I hope I did not upset you!

You let out a breath reading his reply, nerves calming. Of course he didn’t! Why would world famous baseball star Siebren de Kuiper want to get a pic of you in his jerseys? You were sure he could have actual models if he wanted. He didn’t need you! Oof, that was harsh, but true.

asfadaafsd haha

it’s alright!!!!!

I didn’t think anything of it

I think I’m just going to buy both, they’re both nice

You quickly replied, not wanting him to think you were upset at him. And you weren’t. Surprised, yes. But not angry. You mean, you’d totally send pics to him if he wanted, but you were sure he’d never want that. Right?

They are!

And I’m sure both will look great on you!

Your hands flexed on your phone as you gripped it a little tighter, looking at the two still unpurchased shirts. You picked up the shirts up, buying them and went to the nearest bathroom. You take off your shirt and replace it with the away shirt, leaving it a little unbuttoned, and snapped a mirror selfie, and looked at it on your phone. Cute despite the bathroom behind you. You did the same with the home shirt.

You sat on the toilet holding your phone tightly as you debated actually sending them. They weren’t very explicit but still, the implication would be carried if he really meant anything the first time around. If he meant anything. Which he probably didn’t. So these photos wouldn’t be too bad to send… right?

You bit your lip and hit send. Waiting anxiously for a reply. Your heart was racing as you waited, feeling your blood pressure rise when the typing bubbles popped up.

:) :) :)

I was right.

They do look good on you!

You erupted in a fit of giggles, nerves a little on fire, god this was the craziest thing you’ve ever done. He wasn’t finished as more texts came in,

Would you like to get them signed?

Holy fuck. Was he flirting with you? He had to be, right? Well shit, you couldn’t pass this opportunity up! You quickly typed out a reply, fingers shaking a little.

Would you?!?

Omg that would be amazing!

His reply came in instantly,

Come by entrance five in ten minutes.

I’ll gladly sign you.

You actually yelled laughed, face burning like a stove, and pumped your fist in the air. Yes. Yes. Yes. You left the bathroom insanely giddy, wearing the white home shirt, and went to look at a map of the stadium. Entrance five was the farthest from the main entrances, and from what it looked like on your phone, a part of the stadium that was going to be completely empty. You chewed your lip as you made your way over there, nerves on fire. God you hoped this was going the way you wanted it and you hadn’t just misinterpreted everything.

About twelve minutes later as you sat in the empty hallway flipping through your phone and trying to distract yourself from your racing thoughts, he walked in through the stadium side. You got up instantly as his large shadow stretched across the floor. God, he was tall. Seven feet if you remembered correctly, two feet taller than you, and broad, insanely broad, arms like pythons. He looked a bit sweaty in his baseball uniform, an outfit that hid very little on his hulking frame, and smiled at you apologetically.

“I didn’t mean to keep you waiting.” He said coolly as he walked inside.

He stepped up toward you gently, a kind smile as he held out a hand. You grasped his hand with both of yours, his hands were large, insanely, fuck, he was so much bigger than you, your mouth watered a little.

“It’s no problem, I was happy to wait!” You said nervously and a little quickly, “I’m Y/N.”

“Y/N.” He repeated in his slightly accented voice, warm and absolutely lovely, sounding a lot different than what you were used to from watching interviews. “A lovely name.”

You laughed nervously and looked off, embarrassed, “T-thank you.” you stutter out as you dropped your hands to hide in your pockets.

“So, make this out to Y/N then?” He asked, pulling a pen out of his pocket and looking at you softly. God, your heart was a puddle.

“Uhh, yeah, I guess.” You said and he hummed in agreement.

You were going to hold out a piece of your shirt out for him to sign, but instead he stepped a little closely and bent down, putting the tip down just under your shoulder. You didn’t miss the glimmer in his eye as he bent in close, holding you still a little with his big hands, and wrote delicately on your skin. You held your breath, biting your lip as the hulking mass of him was so close to you, making your head swim.

“To my loyal fan Y/N,” He said as he wrote, his tone having gone down a notch, making your skin erupt in goosebumps, “Siebren.” He signed, eyes locking with yours as he stood back up.

You laughed breathlessly, leaning on the wall behind you for support as he didn’t move back much, looming over you a bit.

“T-thank you, I, uh… thanks.” You said, biting your lip a little and fluttering your eyes.

He smirked as he leaned on the wall above you, caging you a little, though leaving enough room that if you really wanted to leave you could. He was giving you a chance to stop, maybe saving face if he also misinterpreted, this was all up to you.

You chewed your lip as he looked down at you expectantly. Your hands shook a little as they rose and gently rested against the rough fabric of his uniform over his chest. He continued watching you, eyes darkening as you hands wandered over his abdomen, feeling him up a little. He was so firm and a lot more ripped than you had thought. This man was a damn brick house.

You hesitated a little as you got lower, looking up at him for permission as your fingers got to his waistband. He smiled, his hand not propping himself against the wall raising to grasp your smaller ones and gently pushing you lower himself, right over his half hard on.

He huffed hotly as you made contact with him through his pants and you couldn’t help the little whine that escaped your throat. You felt him up, mouth watering a bit at the feel of the size of him, only half hard it was already bigger than the length of your hand. You groped and stroked him through his pants, pulling a few groans from him for the effort, but as he got harder he stopped you.

“Enough of that.” He said a little strained, voice heavy with lust as he patted your greedy hands away.

He stood up a little, no longer leaning over you for a moment as both hands went to undo his belt as your hands rested on his large thighs, you mind momentarily filled with the image of you straddling these thick slabs of meat. When he finally pulled himself from his pants, just as long and thick as you always imagined.You licked your lips and looked up at him, his face red, sweaty and eyes looking at you hungrily, it made you shiver in excitement. Fuck, you wanted him to come undone.

Without any prompting you bent down and kissed his cockhead as you slid onto your knees, earning a breathless word in dutch. You didn’t know what it was, but it sounded endearing and it stroked something inside you. He had to bend his knees a little and haunch over you, leaning his head against the wall, the height difference a little difficult while standing, but it made it all the more hotter in your opinion.

You lavished his hard cock with wet kisses and gentle stroking, going off the amazing noises he was making to get a feel for what he liked as you licked him sloppily. His dick was so hard and hot and beautiful His tasted a bit salty but he smelled really good, like grass and dirt and... chalk? It was a strangely arousing combination.

You smiled up at him as he stared at you, eyes half lidded and face red, looking a little angry and a little delirious. So handsome. Like a wet dream. You trailed a line of kisses from the underside of his base up to his tip, eyes locked with his as your lips got closer to his head, and when you did, you opened your mouth and laid his head on your tongue.

He moaned loudly, his hips canting and slipping through your hold into your mouth a little, dragging another moan out of him as you enveloped his head with your soft mouth. A hand dropped from the wall above you as it weaved itself into your hair. Your tongue swirled around his head, humming with please as he choked a little at the feel and gripped your hair a little harder.

He began to circle his hips a little, his cock slowly leaving and entering your wet mouth, getting a little deeper as he went. You just took it, drooling and moaning as he got deeper and deeper and pulled out less and less. As you got most of him in he stilled to a halt, breathing hard as you swallowed around him, looking at him with eyes full of hot tears with the stretch. Fuck, the feeling of him so deep was glorious, but he hadn’t hilted, and despite the fact he looked about to bust and you were not that sure if you could, you began bobbing your head a little to get farther.

His strangled moans where music to your ears as he didn’t stop your endeavor, burying his head in the crook of his arm against the wall as his other hand still had a tight grip in your hair. Your throat was getting raw as you mouthfucked him and you knew that you were probably depriving yourself with sufficient oxygen, but you didn’t care, the desire to please him much too large.

Finally your nose met the pubes on his groin and he held you still against him, every muscle on his body pulled taut. He was mumbling something, but it didn’t sound like English, or dutch for that matter, just pure breathless gibberish as you felt him pulse in your mouth. You focused on breathing and relaxing around him, brain too scrambled to do much else.

Everything felt so good, your nerves were so sensitive and every little sensation made you shiver in desire. The feeling of your shirt against your chest, of your pants against you groin, of his fingers in your hair, of the feeling of his thighs under your hands, it all felt so good. Fuck, having him in your throat was turning you on so much it felt like you were going to cum from this alone.

Slowly he began to rut into your mouth, using your mouth as his own little fleshlight. Fuck, it was so hot. H was breathing so hard, his thighs twitching under your hands. He was saying something now, dark and needy, spoken like demands or praises but you couldn’t understand him, couldn’t hear anything over the sound of the squelch inside your head of him fucking into your throat.

Your eyes lulled and you just moaned around him, feeling the drool spill onto the front of your shirt as he fucked you to delirium, choking you repeatedly on his cock. Suddenly he held you tight to his base and said the first words to break through the haze of lust since you started,

“Swallow.” He said through grit teeth, like you had any other choice.

The feeling of him twitching in your mouth and spilling his hot cum in the back of your throat triggered your own orgasm, and without any direct stimulation your body was wracked with a full body shiver. Your body flinched against his hold as you felt the thick liquid get forced down, but he held you steady, and before he was finished, he pulled out quickly to squirt the last of himself on your slightly swollen lips and drool covered chin.

You would have been angry if you weren’t so out of it. He hummed with please as you stared up at him through the tears in your eyes, tilting your face up to him so he could see the copious amount of cum on your tongue.

“Swallow.” He said softer than before, out of breath.

You obediently closed your mouth and swallowed, opening it again to show him and he smiled widely, petting your head.

“Goed, goed.” He purred and it made you bristle in happiness in your post orgasm state.

You stayed like that for a while, him petting you and whispering kind words as your mind slowly booted up again. As he got himself presentable again and you cleaned yourself, he helped you back onto your feet and you checked the time on your phone. 2:15? Geez, time really flew by.

You were about to alert him of this when his hand met your lower back as he lead you back toward the entrance hall, “Yes, I know.” He said with a wink.

You were confused until you actually got out and saw through the large glass windows of the entrance the sheets of rain pouring over everything. There was an alert on your phone from the ticket holder,

Delayed Game.

You looked up at him and he smiled smugly, “It seems I have a bit more time before the game.” He said with fake surprise.

“Do you have anything else you’d like to get signed?” He asked, hand still on your lower back as he lead you into the more private area of the stadium.

The fire of desire was lit again and you smiled up at him, “I still have two more shirts.” you say innocently.

He hummed and you felt his thumb rub lightly over your lower spine,

“Well, then, let’s find a pen.”

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