#yeah man. you would say that. as part of the 15% of staff who are tall enough to reach that shelf without having to get the ladder.

[glittercorvid]

when will bosses understand that people are going to prioritize convenience over obedience. if no one is doing the 'correct' procedure, find a way to make that procedure more convenient. or if you really can't do that, for legitimate reasons, at the very least remove the quick and easy alternative that people are already using. ffs

[allthefandomthings55]

Life in the Limelight

Chapter 4

Y/N POV

Friday night 10 PM

I’ve already sent my security home for the night and am sitting at my kitchen table having a glass of white wine when my phone rings. I look down to see the name Spencer Reid. I answer the call, “Hello Spencer. What’s up?”

“Hi, Y/N uh nothings up per se, but I was calling to tell you that I, uh, I can make our brunch thing tomorrow if you were still up for it?”

“Still up for it? Absolutely! I mean did everything work out with work?”

“Oh yeah we found them or her rather.”

“Wow a woman? I would have never guessed that.”

“Well actually although women serial killers aren’t common they do make up about 15% of serial killers. Sorry you did not want to know that.”

“No it’s alright! That was an interesting fact. What time did we say for tomorrow again? Was it 1:00?”

“No, it was 12:30. Sorry not trying to correct you but I have an eidetic memory so I can remember pretty much everything I read.”

“Woah, that is so cool. So like you only have to read chapters once and you have them memorized?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“That’s gotta be helpful on tests.”

“Oh it is. I mean I have three Ph. D.s and a few Masters and a couple of B.A.s”

“Oh, that’s a lot. So you’re like really freaking smart.”

“I like to think so, but that makes me sound arrogant.”

“No it doesn’t! Not when someone else is asking you. Anyways, I’m going to head to bed because I think I’ve had one too many glasses of wine to be talking to an extremely handsome guy on the phone.”

“Oh, ok yeah I will see you tomorrow. Bye.”

“Bye Spencer.” Once I hung up I realized what I said and froze for a moment. I cannot believe I said that. I finished my glass of wine and went to bed.

NEXT MORNING

I woke up at 6:30 Saturday morning and got a little excited about my brunch with Spencer today. Instead I go get ready to work out for today to get my blood flowing. I need to keep working my cardio for my upcoming tour so I start on the treadmill. After I run on the treadmill for a couple of hours I decide to hit the weights. Not much weight but many repetitions. I checked the time after I finished that and it was 9:00. Once I took a shower and only got halfway dressed for the day I went back down to my kitchen. Since it is close to my brunch, I decide just to get a cup of coffee and eat some fruit. When I was done with that I sat and relaxed for a while on my couch. I started to watch some TV. I don’t get to do that often so I took advantage of the down time while I had it. When I checked the time it was 11:00 and I figured I better get ready if I wanted to be on time. Looking through my closet, I decided to wear a black skirt with a white grid on it. I also wore a white sweater; not anything heavy, but something longsleeved that’s light. That last couple parts of my outfit should be the easiest. For my shoes I decide on a black platform that are five inches tall and a simple black handbag big enough to put my cell phone and some cash in. 

At about 12:00 I started to head to the restaurant. I leave out the back way and drove myself to the restaurant. When I get there, I park on the side and call my friend Bella who owns the restaurant. “Hey, Y/N. What’s up?”

“Oh nothing much. I was hoping that you could let me in the back so I didn’t have to deal with people staring at me?”

“Oh yeah yeah I got you. Give me a second.” After waiting just for a couple of minutes she opens the door and pops her head out. “Hey get on in here.”

I follow her in through the door, “So, I’m actually meeting someone here and I was hoping you could tell your staff to escort him to my private table? I just don’t want to make a huge commotion.”

Bella smiles at me, “You have a date don’t you!”

I shush her, “Be quiet! I don’t want anyone to know I’m here.”

“That’s not a no,” she sings quietly. 

“Ok, yes I am meeting a man here, but no it’s not a date. It’s merely brunch or more so lunch.”

“But you want it to be a date.”

“Yes, Bella, I would like it to be a date. This one is different! He doesn’t even know who I am! He came up to me at a coffee shop and we talked for an hour about the book I was reading, the book he is reading, the books we have read and want to read. Not once did he say ‘Can I get an autograph?’ or ‘Oh my got you’re global superstart Y/F/N!’ he just spoke with me like I was a normal person.”

Bella thought for a moment, “What happens when he does find out though?”

I sighed, “That’s why I’m going to tell him here and now; as long as I don’t chicken out.” Bella laughed at that, “Hey don’t laugh, I’m serious. He’s really cute and I think, well I think that he would maybe actually date me.”

Bella stared at me, “Holy shit, you’re serious,” I nodded, “well in that case I wish you good luck and I’ll be your waitress so I can keep an eye on you guys.” 

I gave her a hug, “Thank you so much. Anyways, I’m going to sit down, can you bring two glasses of water to our table?”

“You already know it! Now go sit!” Laughing you went to go sit down and texted Spencer. 

Me

Hey, I’m here. Just tell the hostess my name and they’ll bring you. 

Spencer

Perfect. I’m almost there. See you soon.

While I waited I answered a few texts and wrote down some good ideas for lyrics. “Hey,” you looked up and saw Spencer. 

“Hi Spencer! Good to see you.” 

Spencer sat down in front of you. “Good to see you too. How have you been?”

“Oh I’m good. Just a little busy. How are you?”

Spencer sighed, “I’m as good as I can be at the moment. This last case was kind of tough but we caught the woman doing it so it’s all good.”

“A woman? Interesting. Why would a woman harm other women?”

Spencer took in an excited breath, “Well, women offend for many different reasons. Assuming they aren’t psychopaths, women might offend other women because they are a surrogate for an abusive mother, a woman that got with their ex-boyfriend, or any other of that variety. However- wait nevermind, you probably don’t want to hear this.”

I stared at him in awe, “Woah, that was amazing. How did you know all of that?”

He looked surprised, “Well, I’m actually in the FBI. I’m in a specialized group called the BAU also know as the Bahvioral Analysis Unit. We get called in to different police departments when they are having trouble with killings happening.”

“Wow, that’s amazing. I mean well it’s not great that people are dying, but it’s amazing that you guys go in and help them.”

He stared at me, “Uh, yeah but that’s what I do for work, what about you?”

I cleared my throat, “I, uh, I sing.” I chickened out hardcore and decided not to tell him about my superstar status that I have. 

“Oh, well that’s fun. Do you sing at bars or nightclubs?” he asked inqusitevely. 

“Oh, uh, that’s actually where I got my start. I went from bars and nightclubs, to the opera, then to writing and producing my own music.” I was so nervous speaking that he definitely knew. 

He looked confused, “So how do you make money now?”

“Um, there’s no easy way to say this but I’m a global popstar. I make money through music. And I was really nervous about telling you this because I loved how you didn’t know me at that coffee shop and talked to me like I was a normal person and I really don’t want you to think of me differently.” I rambled out so fast I doubted he could even understand me.

He held out his hand, palm up, waiting for me to grab it and I do, “Don’t worry about that. To me, you are just that really cute girl that I met in a coffee shop reading The Odyssey in Greek.”

I looked him in the eyes, “You think I’m cute?”

He blushed, “Uh, well, I -uh yeah I do,” he stammered out. 

I smiled, “Well it’s a good thing I think you’re cute too.” He smiled at that. Bella came around and took our order and we spent the next hour talking and eating. Just getting to know each other. Although Spencer offered I told him that I’d cover the bill and he let me after I spent fifteen minutes convincing him. 

After I got to my apartment, he texted me asking if I got home alright. I responded yes and asked him the same thing and he said yes as well. I flopped on the couch just thinking that although it was unintentional, this wasn’t a horrible first date. 

[lovemadethemdoit]

15+ HANGMAV FIC RECS (because the talent y'all 👩‍🍳👌💋)

*all complete, no WIPs*

under the cut, happy reading!!

I want somebody to say to me, "Come lay with me, you're safe with me" (14651 words) by CaughtInATalespin Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Top Gun (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell/Jake "Hangman" Seresin Characters: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Jake "Hangman" Seresin Additional Tags: Older Man/Younger Man, Age Difference, Post-Canon, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Pet Names, Praise Kink, Slight power dynamics kink, Dirty Talk, but like sweet, because they're both gentlemen, Porn with Feelings, Self-Worth Issues, referenced past Icemav and Mavpenny, this was supposed to be a one-shot oops, no beta we die like goose, Explicit Consent, Consensual Somnophilia, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Mentioned Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Top Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Bottom Jake "Hangman" Seresin Summary:

After another failed attempt to flag down one of the bar staff, Jake groaned.

“Who do I have to screw to get a goddamn drink around here?”

An amused snort sounded behind him. “That would be me,” a familiar voice replied.

Jake’s head whipped around. He stared. “Maverick? What the hell are you doing here?”

 Or: Nearly half a year after the mission that first brought them together, Jake and Mav find themselves meeting unexpectedly at the Hard Deck. But this time… sparks fly.

(My black flower) Nowhere left to run, Nowhere left to hide (5443 words) by DarkstarDiesel Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Top Gun (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell/Jake "Hangman" Seresin Characters: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Javy "Coyote" Machado Additional Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Talks of Sterility, Familial Abuse, Self-Worth Issues, Backstories No One Asked For, Alpha!Hangman, Omega!Maverick, barely edited, Never Betaed, Knotting, Older Man/Younger Man, safe sex Series: Part 1 of (Social) Cues Summary:

Bagman, they say nowadays. Leaving you holding the bag when shit hits the fan. Or so that’s how he plays it.

What it originally stood for was ‘empty bags.’ An alpha that leaves a wake of disgruntled, empty-handed, wanting omega lovers when he can’t give them what society and biology demand. What good is an alpha if he’s born sterile?

toothpicks & older men. (42444 words) by AlienOnEarth Chapters: 14/14 Fandom: Top Gun (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell/Jake "Hangman" Seresin Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Slow Burn, Dad!Jake, Family Fluff, Falling In Love, Mutual Pining, Awkwardness, Idiots in Love, Developing Relationship, First Dates, First Kiss, Getting Together, Eventual Smut, Light Angst, (un)resolved sexual tension, Character Study, Conversations Series: Part 11 of To love you like a lover should (A Top Gun collection) Summary:

"I, uh, might have a thing. For an older man?" Jake watches as Penny's frown deepens. "Singular. A very specific middle-aged specimen of... a man."

"Oh my god-" is her slightly delayed response.

Or, the one where Jake is a single dad and falls for one Pete "Maverick" Mitchell.

Deja Vu (1972 words) by tooshytosay Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Top Gun (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell/Jake "Hangman" Seresin Characters: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Jake "Hangman" Seresin Additional Tags: rated t for non graphic references to sex, does this count as identity porn? I dont think it does, Morning After, Implied/Referenced Sex, Penny knew exactly what was happening and she thought it was hilarious, fic theme song: stacy's mom by bowling for soup, Canon is my sandbox, altering literally the whole timeline to make a dumb joke? yeah, i came back and edited some stuff so it made more sense Summary:

“Hangman?” Rooster asks, brows furrowed.

“Rooster.” Hangman responds, also confused.

“What are you doing at my dad’s house?”

catch me now I'm falling (5621 words) by Saturn Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Top Gun (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell/Jake "Hangman" Seresin Characters: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Penny Benjamin Additional Tags: Accidental Kissing, First Time, Kissing, Post-Mission, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Beta Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Anal Sex Summary:

Maverick looks down at Jake. “This—this isn’t going to happen.”

“Is it because I’m a beta?”

Take It On Faith (1285 words) by Brenda Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Top Gun (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell/Jake "Hangman" Seresin Characters: Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, POV Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Hospitalization, Making Up Summary:

"Thought I dreamt you," Jake murmured. "Can't believe you're here." Not that Jake knew where here was, exactly, other than a hospital bed, but he was pretty sure Maverick wasn't supposed to be with him. Not after...

(Or: Jake gets into an accident and wakes up to find Mav at his bedside)

so we flirt in a way you understand (8383 words) by AlchemyAlice Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Top Gun (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell/Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Tom "Iceman" Kazansky/Pete "Maverick" Mitchell (past), Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw & Pete "Maverick" Mitchell Characters: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Tom "Iceman" Kazansky, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Dagger Squad - Character Additional Tags: idiot 4 idiot, Post-Canon Summary:

"Captain, do you have a second?" Jake asks, stopping in front of Maverick's desk. "Jesus H. Christ," Rooster murmurs under his breath as he walks past.

oh, to drink from your lips. (3877 words) by AlienOnEarth Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Top Gun (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell/Jake "Hangman" Seresin Characters: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw Additional Tags: Meet-Cute, First Meetings, Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Milkshake Drama, Flirting, Flustered Jake Seresin, Crush at First Sight, Hurt/Comfort, Tending Wounds, Idiots in Love, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell is a Little Shit, First Dates Series: Part 10 of To love you like a lover should (A Top Gun collection) Summary:

Bradley really can't get Maverick to behave. Especially when there's a pretty hot barista in distress.

Or, Jake meets Pete Mitchell and it breaks his brain.

I've Got a Secret You Don't Know (I'm Going to Fall Like a Domino) (22650 words) by greenstuff Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Top Gun (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell/Jake "Hangman" Seresin Characters: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Javy "Coyote" Machado, Rick "Hollywood" Neven, Leonard "Wolfman" Wolfe, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw Additional Tags: Strangers to Lovers, Getting Together, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canonical Character Death, Minor Rick "Hollywood" Neven/Leonard "Wolfman" Wolfe, Explicit Sexual Content, Oral Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Anal Sex, Come Swallowing, Secret Relationship, Relationship Reveal Summary:

Jake turns to catch sight of their new instructor, a sinking feeling in his gut. When he sees a very familiar, handsome man walking across the hangar he has to fight the urge to slam his head into the table in front of him. Of course Pete would be Pete “Maverick” Mitchell. Jake should have known from the swagger alone that the man he picked up at The Hard Deck last night wasn’t some civilian with a thing for Navy men or the kind of guy to work behind a desk.

Mile High (7123 words) by Brenda Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Top Gun (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell/Jake "Hangman" Seresin Characters: Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell Additional Tags: POV Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Meet-Cute, (More Like Meet Horny), Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Pre-Movie: Top Gun Maverick, Jake And His Massive Crush On Maverick Is Canon, Bad Flirting, (But It Works), Banter, Getting to Know Each Other, Jake Is So Horny In This, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Top Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Bottom Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Dick Pics Summary:

Jake tapped his phone screen and summoned a flirty — but non-threatening — smile. "How's the angle working for you?"

Gold-flecked green eyes — and fuck, they were pretty — studied him for a brief moment before dropping to look at the pic. "My compliments to your personal trainer," he said, and his voice was every bit as attractive as the rest of him.

(Or: an alternate meet cute based on the following prompt: "Going to sit next to the richest looking middle aged man on my flight and scroll through my nudes for 3 hours straight")

The 2022 U.S. Naval Aviators Calendar (3466 words) by CaughtInATalespin Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Top Gun (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell/Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw & Pete "Maverick" Mitchell Characters: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Tom "Iceman" Kazansky Additional Tags: Meet-Cute, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, First Meetings, Age Difference, Kissing, Explicit Consent, bc this is apparently my new writing kink, Bradley Bradshaw is a little shit, Photo Shoots, Pre-Canon, no beta we die like goose Summary:

“Relax,” Bradley says, clapping Mav on the shoulder. “I’ll make sure they get your good side.”

Before Mav can protest, Bradley leads him over to the changing area and shoves a garment bag in his face.

“Lucky for you,” Bradley calls, “you won’t be alone. Got you a partner to suffer through my bossing around!”

“Who—?”

“Bradshaw!” an annoyed voice yells nearby. “What the fuck is going on here?”

 Or: Eager to embarrass the shit out of them, Bradley cons Maverick and Jake into posing together for the Top Gun calendar photoshoot he’s directing. Joke’s on him though, because when they meet, Jake and Mav are more taken with each other than anyone would have expected.

The One Thing (9476 words) by Brenda Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Top Gun (Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell/Jake "Hangman" Seresin Characters: Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Javy "Coyote" Machado, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia Additional Tags: Post-Movie: Top Gun Maverick, POV Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Idiots in Love, Getting to Know Each Other, Getting Together, Flirting, Banter, Light Angst, Fluff and Humor, Mav's Tight T-shirts Deserve Their Own Tag, Jake Is Thirsty AF, who can blame him, Mav Deserves A Medal For Patience, Jake Has SO MANY Bad Lines In This, Luckily He Makes It Work For Him, Jake Thinks He Has All The Cards, (Narrator Voice: He Does Not), Bisexual Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Dreams and Nightmares, Javy Deserves A Better Best Friend, Jake "Hangman" Seresin Being an Idiot, (But Mav Kinda Digs It), Javy "Coyote" Machado is a Good Friend, Protective Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw Summary:

Operation Seduce Captain Mitchell was officially a go.

Tools (1782 words) by aprilfoolish Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Top Gun (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell/Jake "Hangman" Seresin Characters: Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell Additional Tags: Getting Together, Grindr, Bad Flirting, it was me i wrote the flirting that's why it's bad, Age Difference, Jake "Hangman" Seresin and his canonical crush on Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, except this is AU, they're non-navy, it's not explicitly said but still, Making Out, Suggestive Themes, based on a screenshot from grindr Summary:

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of an impressive toolbox, must be in want of a boytoy.

Jake has a bad day, but fortunately he finds just the right guy on Grindr to help him out in all the ways he needs.

only one (that i give my time) (3287 words) by ropememory Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Top Gun (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell/Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Nick "Goose" Bradshaw Additional Tags: Canonical Character Death, Soulmate-Identifying Timers, Canon Related Series: Part 38 of topgunfics.exe Summary:

Throughout his first deployment, Jake hears about other people’s timers changing, looks away when the realization hit the person the change happened to because he doesn’t want to think about if it were him. Most of them get shortened, and Jake had seen a lifetime get reduced to a speck because of something that seemed insignificant. He takes solace in the knowledge that his timer hasn’t started counting down yet, that he’ll make it through this deployment, even as they’re engaging with an enemy they barely have faces for.

(My black flower) Nowhere left to run, Nowhere left to hide (5443 words) by DarkstarDiesel Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Top Gun (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell/Jake "Hangman" Seresin Characters: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Javy "Coyote" Machado Additional Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Talks of Sterility, Familial Abuse, Self-Worth Issues, Backstories No One Asked For, Alpha!Hangman, Omega!Maverick, barely edited, Never Betaed, Knotting, Older Man/Younger Man, safe sex Series: Part 1 of (Social) Cues Summary:

Bagman, they say nowadays. Leaving you holding the bag when shit hits the fan. Or so that’s how he plays it.

What it originally stood for was ‘empty bags.’ An alpha that leaves a wake of disgruntled, empty-handed, wanting omega lovers when he can’t give them what society and biology demand. What good is an alpha if he’s born sterile?

Close my eyes (And let the love-light guide me home) (32568 words) by DarkstarDiesel Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Top Gun (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell/Jake "Hangman" Seresin Characters: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Javy "Coyote" Machado Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Fluff and Angst, Talks of Sterility, Familial Abuse, Self-Worth Issues, Backstories No One Asked For, Alpha!Hangman, Older Man/Younger Man, Handwavy Science, Bad Biology, Omega!Maverick, Rough Sex, Falling Into Instincts, Panic Attack, Orgasm Dysfunction, Erectile Dysfunction, Orgasm Denial, Feral Behavior, feral Alpha, Maverick Is A Bossy Bottom, Possessive Behavior, Hand Feeding, Instinct Play, territorial Omega Series: Part 2 of (Social) Cues Summary:

The only silver lining about his oncoming rut is he might be able to pass off his ramped-up hormonal stink as the Fabuloso he’s supposed to mop the floors with. Washed-worn cotton and cloying industrial citrus, Jake bemoans safely in his mind. Hell of a combination for an alpha.

Unexpectedly Mine (2743 words) by VictoryFeather Fandom: Top Gun (Movies) Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Category: M/M Relationship: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell/Jake "Hangman" Seresin Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Alpha Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Size Difference, Intersex, Mildly Dubious Consent, Biting, Squirting, Penis In Vagina Sex, Unexpected Heat, Breeding Kink Summary:

Hangman has been concealing himself as a Beta, but post mission stress reveals him as an Omega.

Solace (1092 words) by VictoryFeather

Fandom: Top Gun (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Relationships: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell/Jake "Hangman" SeresinPete "Maverick" Mitchell & Jake "Hangman" Seresin Additional Tags: Anxiety Attacks, Touch starved Hangman Summary: Hangman has a panic attack after Javy G-LOCS.

[givelifetoaworld]

i don’t wanna rb this post but i wanna say that everything this person said is valid and mostly true. the frustration and anger is justified and it sucks to have a website you love crumble and fall apart.

but i feel like talking about something that has been echoed by former staff members here - that this attitude is going to make it so you are never going to survive on another social media site.

we need a reality check here that like… websites and companies do not have morals. capitalism completely and absolutely controls all decisions made by a website, company, etc. to operate. since automatic is a tech company and tumblr is only a part of their product line, they have a very, very, very capitalist structure of what success and profit mean. we may all hold the belief that a website doesn’t need to be profitable, that a website just needs to be stable and reliable - but that is just a little bit too idealistic.

burn me at the stake, but tumblr live was not a bad idea. it could have been really fun and cool, but the problem was that we all quickly found out that tumblr live would require your data that tumblr has never required before. and so, it failed, because the userbase of this site tends to be more data cautious than facebook users. and i can promise you that a lot the staff working on this site probably knew that, but i’d like to see any of you on here pitch a major change or to insist a complement that you were just paid to work on for months is a complete failure to a CEO. see what happens to your income and livelihood.

transphobic moderation? yeah, that is a problem, and it sucks. but it has been acknowledged, and while some odd things have happened, a lot of the time it’s just shitty error and algorithms. which also happens on other websites daily. and yeah i’ve seen some staff members say some condescending and rude shit too, but damn, they are not some holy public figures, they are just some guy doing a job and y’all were harassing them and still harass them.

if any company or any website actually took into consideration user feedback, the internet would look like a different place. it might look something like it did 15 years ago. twitter may have not sold to elon musk. youtube wouldn’t do what it’s doing with ad blockers and content. reddit wouldn’t have fought back when users protested a couple months back. i could keep going! tumblr is not an exception to this and as someone who has been on this site for over a decade, i am not owed UI changes that i prefer. it’s a tech product and all tech products are inherently linked to and change only according to what might be appealing to capitalism.

and like… you can bitch and laugh about 600 people just trying to work and do their jobs to keep something like tumblr running far past it’s lifespan, but you need to understand that the vast majority of them weren’t “decision makers”. they were tasked with changes and plans created by someone who probably only knew of tumblr’s functionality rather than the culture of it (remember that Tumblr Is Gonna Be The Next PDF thing lol) and we’re expected to perform those tasks. you cannot just go “but i don’t like that/the users won’t like that so i won’t” when you’re told to do a task at a job, man. again especially not at a tech company. it won’t go over well for you and if you think the world works like that then well idk.

i knew all the way back in 2018 that tumblr wasn’t going to be around forever - a site doesn’t just lose over 50% of the userbase and bounces back to a state that even slightly resembles that peak of use. but they tried, and some things have been corny and some things have been just downright dumb, but you have to admit this site has been pretty creatively interactive even when it’s been “cringe” or ad based. there’s a reason you’re still here. there’s a reason you’re having these bittersweet and upset reactions to a staff you claimed to despise being reassigned, even though so many people have wanted them to “go away”. did you actually want them to go away, or did you just want them to appease to exactly what you wanted? you gotta be careful what you wish for man.

[jlf23tumble]

I def agree that there were loads of great moments in both Stern interviews but like how can you not dislike that man Jen 😩 He’s literally one of the most dislikable, unpleasant pricks out there. He’s a raging homophobe, a notorious anti-black racist and he has degraded and humiliated women for decades. I’m not coming @ you by the way just wondering what is there to like about this dude.

So this reads like someone who hasn't listened to his shows in the last 10-15 years or so, but for me, it comes down to I love the parts I love, and I gtfo for the parts I don't, I'm an adult like that, lulz. I started listening to him after he had already mellowed out quite a bit, I know the crazy shock-jock early years would have been unlistenable to me (and he has gone on record to say unlistenable to him as well), but the period when I tuned in every day as part of my commute and work life? Yeah, I enjoyed it--and when I didn't love it (my god, do I hate most of his staff and regular callers), I just switched over to something else. The stuff I like about the dude? He's funny, smart, neurotic, a world-class interviewer, in love/borderline obsessed with his wife, a good dad to this three daughters, a ride-or-die for his black co-host (her cancer battle, what he went through to help her, my god, it's weep-worthy), a good ache for any "missing NYC vibes." It's a shame that his network (team??) makes it so hard and/or expensive to just cherrypick what you want to hear from his shows, and he HAS dialed down how much he works by a lot, but I would pay cash money to hear the old news hour, the interviews, the shootin' the shit with Robin about his weekend (and I would skip just about everything else, but that would still be about 3 hours a day back in the day). I've listened to him in full, in context, off and on for years, so maybe I'm too compromised for people who are easily offended, but I find quite a lot to like about him, sorrrrrry! (Also, hot take alert, I would reckon there are WAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY more women in the one direction fandom who have actively shit on women, humiliated them, than he has)

[fff777]

Watched Jaemin and Renjun's 190219 Huya Livestream

Renjun getting too engrossed in conversation and forgetting to translate

Renjun not sure how to translate certain slang words into Mandarin

Jaemin is still a big baby

Jaemin giving Jisung's birthday present months in advance

Cell phone charger mystery continues

Renjun has fairy lights in his room

It's cringy for Renjun to have a conversation with Chenle in Korean -> Yeah I get that. It's hard to switch to another language when you've always been talking to someone in one language.

Jaemin getting a pinchie for saying Renjun is ugly.

Renjun had a cheesy pickup line ready to go and Jaemin mildly tolerated it

Renjun wanted to talk about the cat song and Jaemin was thinking of the nyancat song but Renjun was thinking of 學貓叫 X'D Two kinds of people.

Jaemin proud of being a good dongsaeng and wishing Jungwoo a happy birthday.

Jaemren's this and that TAT It would have a totally different vibe from Chenji

Jaemren's Cooking show!!!!!!! It would be cute though. I think when Chenji do activities, Chenle tends to get a tad bit competitive, so Chenji are more entertaining on shows that are more about talking or light on activities. On the other hand, I feel like Jaemren would shine more if they had an activity to occupy themselves with, especially something that Jaemin is good at because then he'll talk more.

Jaemin and Renjun frozen on screen because apparently they were playing tic tac toe

The teammate wishing Renjun and Jaemin a Happy Yuanxiao before the game X3

Again skipped the gaming parts

It surprised me when Jaemin starting speaking into his mic lol.

Jaemin playing ASMR while Renjun on the phone with a teammate talking about what Yuanxiao is like in South Korea lmao. Two channel broadcast. I wonder if the person that Renjun is talking to is just a normal guy haha.

Renjun singing SM songs. First Genie and then Replay. And then getting Jaemin to say it in Mandarin.

Jaemin: Why is jiejie cool?

Renjun holds grudges :P

Jaemin saved Renjun's name in his phone as "guy with a kind personality" and he was so offended that Renjun just saved his name as "Na Jaemin." I'm on team Renjun, I also save my contacts with just their normal names because how else are you supposed to find them in your address book if you don't remember which name you used?

I think Renjun has his Siri on Mandarin but he still calls it by saying "Hey Siri." Meanwhile on Jaemin's Korean Siri he calls by saying "Siri-ah."

Sunflower hairclips :3

Renjun about to water Jaemin's sunflower ^^;;

新疆葡萄大 ^^;;

Jaemin playing along to the bit of him having a goldfish memory ^^;;

Jaemin said it's ok when Renjun praises himself because he's cute

No Renjun was right about floor is lava, it's supposed to be dramatic lol.

Jaemin was so shy about talking about visiting Jeno on the Show :3

Even the staff laughing at the punishment of Renjun having to do 15 sets of aegyo XD

Jaemin does the sulking aegyo without it even being his punishment XD Literally never seen another guy who loves aegyo this much.

Jaemin so strict about doing aegyo properly. He was sooo displease with Renjun's first performance lol.

Renjun's mom will throw her phone when she sees Renjun sajiao ^^;;

Jaemin was going to princess carry Renjun because Renjun was weak but Renjun was like no I work out!!!!

Renjun getting a round of applause for princess carrying Jaemin and spinning once

Renjun and Jaemin doing a dramatic confrontation before sword fighting with the question papers.

Jaemin knows Ariana Grande's entire album. And when Renjun was singing to songs in it Jaemin was surprised and Renjun was like dude you made me listen to it.

Oh man, Jaemin likes 内臟, strong tastes indeed lol.

Jaemin doomed Renjun to a self-five

Jaemin also loves coriander, another controversial food lol

Renjun made the 麻醬/麻將 joke which just flew over Jaemin's head

Renjun likes science fiction movies but he also mentioned superhero movies, Avatar, and Harry Potter. So I guess most things that include some kind of magic or supernatural elements.

LOL Jaemin and Renjun acting out their own commercial while on "commercial break" imposed by Jaemin. They're very silly :3

"Simple is best" Very Monokuro boo of you Jaemin

So Jaemin alternates his signatures between Nana and Jaemin?

They deadass forgot how Candlelight begins lmao

Jaemin just mentioned hotpot and Renjun perked up. The staff were laughing too.

Renjun sang 菊花臺 by Jay Chou during a monthly evaluation and forgot the lyrics but was like "eh, they can't understand anyway." Pro tip.

Dude I recognize this 昀媽想被仁俊叫媽咪 username from the Jeno and Chenle stream. Also because what a name.

Jaemin repeating everything Renjun says when they're reading the usernames.

Renjun has to spell all English names.

Jaemin and Renjun acting out their own commercial again, this time for their nonexistent show lol.

Ah yes I recognize this shot

I don't know if this is the best way to say it but it feels like Jaemin always gets the "ceremonial" stuff done? Maybe I should call it etiquette. But every time Renjun calls out the name of a winner, Jaemin repeats and also remembers to clap. He's probably following the staff who are clapping lol.

HUYA NEWS DESK

Jaemin being coy like "Oh, are we going to see each other tomorrow :3c"

[oneboyfromearth]

10/12/2022

“What do you think Malcolm?”

I hadn’t been paying attention. I was listening initially when a colleague on our call suggested we fold equity into our presentation; I tuned out when she said she wasn’t sure where to include it and should consult with another team member who specializes in DEI. I thought this to be reasonable and not worth further discussion. So I turned my attention to my overflowing email inbox to find details on the meeting we would be presenting at the next day.

“Malcolm? What do you think?”

“Yeah, um, I agree with Katie. We should consult with Sam on this.”

A short silence indicated that I should probably say more, even though what we decided here on this call wouldn’t necessarily matter without the input of the expert on staff. Regardless, the person inside me who’s so eager to please obliged.

“But I will say that we incorporate DEI into our community engagement strategies so maybe a bullet point on the community engagement slide makes sense.”

Someone updated the slide on the shared screen. More silence. Then another voice. It was Katie again.

“Actually, I think equity is going to be incredibly important and should have its own slide.”

“Good point”

“I agree”

“It needs to be emphasized”

“Okay, now that’s decided can we all log off so you can create this new slide and we can all get back to the one thousand other menial decisions we need to make today?” is what I wanted to say. I opted for a more pro-social approach.

“That makes sense. Whatever works for you all.”

We ended the virtual meeting. I pulled off my headset and placed my head in my hands. I felt like crying. I was embarrassed by the resounding disagreement with a statement I felt forced to make over something so droll and meaningless. Now, don’t get me wrong. Equity is as important as anything when it comes to urban planning. This is an industry that was a major arbiter of segregation, dividing and isolating communities of color. But a discussion about whether to bring it up on slide 4 or slide 5 during a 15 minute presentation felt like…posturing. It felt like people trying to look the type. The professional who cares and is on top of their shit. That whole song and dance. It didn’t mean much otherwise. It could have certainly been an email.

Instead, I was forced into the dance circle, not knowing the choreography. Of course I was going to trip. I wanted no part of this meaningless activity. But here I was pretending to be just as into it as everyone else. And when I did trip, the others were quick to point it out.

I left the office to get some fresh air and a bite to eat. I knew I was overthinking it. But this wasn’t the first moment I’ve felt this hopelessness. This is one in a daily series of trivial, frustrating and, occasionally, disturbing events I have been witnessing. People seeking attention for the “good” they’re doing. People talking shit behind others’ backs. Someone hit by a train. A man abusing a dog in the streets. New skyscrapers that lay half empty. What is this all for? Why aren’t things as I imagined them to be when I was young? Since when has human progress been driven by selfish egoism? Are we all just pretending? Is life just one task after another until we die? If we choose our meaning, then why is it this that we have all chosen? My mind was flooded with these thoughts as I walked into a Taco Bell. I chuckled at the fact that my body on autopilot shuffles to the nearest Taco Bell.

I am depressed. I’ve been depressed. But I’ve learned to live with it. Take things one day at a time. Focus on what’s in front of me. Medicate. I’m surviving, not thriving. Certainly nothing to scoff at – there have been times my depression has taken me to the edge. To still be alive is a win in my book. But I haven’t been able to shake this feeling that life is meaningless. What started as an occasional thought has turned into a daily mantra. The thought doesn’t upset me anymore. It intrigues me. I understand why philosophers have pondered about this for millennia. I sympathize with those who seek larger meaning in religion. And I see the logic in suicide. After all, if life is suffering and all we build eventually fades, why not opt out on our own terms?

Camus was similarly obsessed with this question:

“There is but one truly serious philosophical problem, and that is suicide. Judging whether life is or is not worth living amounts to answering the fundamental question of philosophy. All the rest...comes afterwards. These are games; one must first answer."

I read this on my phone as I waited for my crunchwrap supreme. I returned to the Google search results for “why does life feel pointless” and found a link to what ended up being an excellent blog entry on this fundamental question. Despite the haphazard structure of the piece, I developed some major takeaways from reading it:

1. Questioning the meaning of life – especially when you’re struggling to find any meaning – can be a powerful start to something better.

2. Some of the smartest people in human history suffered existential crises early in their life.

3. To question if there’s a point to all this means you’re paying attention.

4. Just as we grow out of playing with toys or staying up late to party with friends, we can grow out of the mundane work of adulthood. An existential crisis is only a sign that you’re ready to begin a new phase in life, one of self-discovery (this in particular reminds me of Hinduism’s Four Stages of Life).

The power of these statements cannot be understated. So often existential crises are treated like a pathology, a sickness that needs to be cured. Check out the other google search results for “why does life feel pointless” – most don’t even attempt to answer the question, instead opting for a list of tips to help with these “dangerous” thoughts. My favorite is the popular advice to start a hobby, as if we can knit away our existential dread (Knitting may be part of the solution for some, including myself, who find solace in a more focused life but I feel like it’s putting the cart before the horse; our actions are dictated by our beliefs, right?).

If we only see this mindset as something that needs to be eradicated by distraction then we’re not actually answering the important underlying questions. These questions will inevitably rise again and we should not be ashamed to investigate them further. To do so would deprive ourselves of a potentially deeper understanding of our purpose and passion.

I plan to keep reading about how philosophers and religions approached this question of meaning. Buddhism is a good start, as it’s focused on ending suffering in our current reality. Maybe I’ll read some of Leo Tolstoy’s Confessions. Camus and Frankl too. Any others people would recommend?

For now, I take solace in the fact that I am not alone in seeing the tedious, meaningless nature of human society. This is not the end of our story; it is only the beginning.

[tumbling-darkling]

The boy who lived and the professor that didn’t (for the most part)

AO3

During Harry's second year at Hogwarts, a strange and unexpected man starts teaching his Defence Against the Dark Arts class.

(A Danny Phantom X Harry Potter crossover)

Chapter 1

Harry took a seat in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, glancing over to Ron who sat beside him and then scanning the classroom for their new DA professor. He already met the man in Diagon Alley, blonde and very much interested in only himself. Harry shivered as he remembered being pushed towards him as people took pictures of the famous wizard and the boy who lived.

At least it wasn’t worse than a head of the dark lord growing out of the back of the professor's neck.

Well- Harry did thumb through some of the textbooks before classes started. He absolutely agreed with Hermione who was very vocal about the books- they didn’t actually seem to teach anything. Just spoke about the ‘many adventures of Gilderoy Lockhart’.

Maybe this will just end up being an easy class.

The door slammed open 15 minutes past the start of class, startling the students as they swiveled their heads to look at the newcomer, expecting Gilderoy Lockhart.

Instead a tall man with a slim frame and hunched posture strode into the room. He had messy black hair pulled in a very horrible and tangled loose bun with the remaining dreads lazily dangling at the man's shoulders, his chin and cheeks covered in unshaven stubble. His robe was creased and torn, his hat loosely hanging from his hand and his sleeves pushed almost all the way up his arms. What really caught people’s attention was those eyes. Unnaturally clear and bright icy blue, so blue that even in the bright light they seemed to slightly glow.

He quickly pulled down his sleeves as he walked past the students towards the front of the room, grumbling slightly under his breath about something Harry couldn’t catch. He tossed the hat aside, muttering more loudly about how ‘wizard hats are so stupid and impractical I’m not wearing that garbage’ before he turned towards the class.

“My name is Fenton- er Professor Fenton I guess. Since I’ll be teaching you about…” he glanced down at the podium he stood in front of, crouching a little as if looking for something before straightening back up. “Defense… Against the… Dark… Arts,” he said slowly and not very confidently. Then he whispered again to himself but just loud enough for some students to pick up, “they see me fight one god damn ghost and suddenly I’m an expert on all dark magic entities? I think I’ll fight Dumbledore after this.” He straightened a little, eyes looking over the classes.

Harry did not like those eyes lingering on him for half a second longer than the others. He didn’t like this professor looking at him at all.

Something just didn’t feel right.

“Alright, any questions?”

A hand immediately went up, and Harry knew exactly who it belonged to.

“Uh- yes miss-?”

“Hermione Granger. Wasn’t our professor supposed to be Gilderoy Lockhart?”

“Yeah- that guy. He’s a phoney.”

The class went silent before someone yelled out, “WHAT?”

“Guy went around, found Wizards and Witches that did cool things, made them forget it then took all the credit. Tried to take my credit and I hit him a little too hard. Now I’m here taking his place. It’s all over the news, you know. You can read the exaggerated details in there. Anything else?”

The same hand went up.

Professor Fenton sighed, “yes?”

“Why were you 15 minutes late? Shouldn’t professors be on time? And why do you look like you crawled out of the forbidden forest.”

“I fought a ghost. Then got lost,” Fenton deadpanned.

The class went silent.

Fenton then turned around, “well if that’s all, let’s get started with something I know a lot about. What do you already know about Ghosts?”

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“You’re seriously more afraid of Professor Fenton than Professor Snape?” Hermione asked Ron. “He’s not even mean! Sure he’s grumpy but he doesn’t beat down every question I ask him! He even seems to be glad I’m asking questions! Unlike Professor Snape who just treats us like idiots for not knowing something.”

“Sure- he’s not mean or cruel but… he just freaks me out. Like how he just stares sometimes at empty walls! Or how the room temperature always drops the moment he seems to take a single step into the room! I can’t even hear his footsteps when he walks! He’s bloody freaky is what he is!”

“Well I for one am glad he’s our Professor! Imagine having a phony for a professor! Though he talks a lot about ghosts. Ghosts can’t cause people harm. At most they give a little scare but it’s not like they could cause terrible damage.”

“What about those ectoplasm based ones he was talking about? The solid ones?” Harry asked.

“Rare and unlikely. Ectoplasm doesn’t form in the magical world, Harry! The stuff that leaks through and hangs in the air is only enough to allow ghosts like Nick or Myrtle to hang around in harmless ways.”

“But he said he fought a ghost before he arrived in class! And he looked really beat up!”

“He said he got lost too! Maybe he just stumbled across a guard dog like Fluffy and made up something about ghosts!”

“What if it’s like the last professor though? What if he’s looking for another secret object in Hogwarts walls?” Harry hissed softly, “Ron is right that he just has a sense of oddness about him! I just don’t trust him!”

“Harry, you’re just paranoid from last year. Professor Fenton is normal. Now pick up your pace, we’re going to be late for our next class!”

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Professor Fenton glanced down at Harry, then back at Professor McGonagall, “he has what with me?”

“Detention. You see, Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley caused a bit of a fuss by driving a flying car in plain sight of several muggles, and risked exposing the magical world. As such, his punishment has been detention. I trust you can find some fitting work for him to do as he reflects on his actions?”

Fenton crosses his arms, his mouth tightening slightly into a grimace as his fingers slightly tapped his own arms. “This won’t be every night, will it?” He asked.

“No, we will be switching supervisors for a few weeks but you may also need to supervise Mr. Weasley sometime before then.”

Fenron let out a sigh of defeat, “well- alright. I’ll take care of it then.”

Professor McGonagall gave a curt nod before turning stiffly and walking off. Professor Fenton scratched at the back of his neck as he watched her walk off, then glanced down at Harry, those eyes seeming to search him for… something. Then that stern look relaxed into a lopsided grin, “So you were the one that made that stuck up ministry trip over their hats and scramble around in blind panic! I say, hats off to you young Potter!” He laughed.

Harry blinked in confusion at the shift in mood, then Fenton patted him on the back, “hey, no need to look so freaked out! I’m not gonna bite ya!” He began walking forward, and it took Harry an extra second to realize that the professor was moving and he should follow. “Oh, wait you probably are a little freaked out, huh? I guess my mood could have been a bit better this morning, I was just a little flabbergasted today. I was kinda rushed into this position, you know.” He shrugged, his hands shoved into his cloak’s pockets. He didn’t really walk like any of the other Hogwarts professors. He had this relaxed saunter, like he was more of a visiting relative than a staff member. “Say, let’s say your ‘punishment’ will just be helping me bring some books from the library to my quarters. There’s a lot I need to run through and a single trip would make all the difference.”

Harry nodded, finding it hard to keep up with the man's long strides. “So… you don’t like the ministry of magic?” Harry asked.

Professor Fenton huffed in annoyance, “not one bit. They are almost worse than observants!” Harry had no idea what those were. Another level of magic government? “They try to control every little thing. Don’t expose magic to the normal world. Don’t use magic to make technology without permission. Don’t use magic to save muggle children if people are watching.” His said in a mocking tone, “they have so many rules that are outdated or stupid. Never trust a government, kid! Especially a magical one!”

“What are… observants?”

Fenton glanced down at Harry, “oh those stuck up jerks? They are like the government of the ghost realm. Really annoying. Unlike the Ministry of Magic, they actually know how to find me!” He laughed.

“Ghosts have governments?”

“Oh yeah! They have more of a monarchy, the observants are like hermit wizards that only step in when they believe the world is in peril. Meanwhile the rest falls on the shoulders of the Ghost King.”

Harry frowned, “I’ve never read about that in the textbooks. Hermione says that ghosts are just harmless beings formed from souls that aren’t ready to leave the mortal realm.”

“Well she’s half right. There’s different kinds of ghosts, like Sir Nicolas and the Bloody Baron. They are more like echoes. Souls that cling desperately to this world but didn’t have enough ectoplasm to become a fully solid ectoplasmic being. They won’t leave for the infinite realms until they are ready, though many believe they are trapped here forever. More solid ghosts form in a similar way but are exposed to more ectoplasm, but rarely show up because natural portals to the infinite realms are sparse and in between. Well until about a decade ago.”

“Infinite Realms? Natural Portals?” Harry felt like his head was going to explode.

“Well, there should be some books about that in the muggle section.. Though some wizards would say it’s all garbage because muggles discovered and studied it. Just look up my name under the author and you should find some.”

“Oh… wait- did you write them? Is that why you know so much about ghosts?”

Professor Fenton barked out a loud laugh, doubling over as he clutched his sides, “Ah! No! No, I didn’t write them! My parents did!” He cackled. “Ah, yeah but I did learn from them. And a bit of field work. Tell Miss Granger to check them out too, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind having something to read. She reminds me of my sister in that way.” He stopped in front of the library doors, “Aha! I knew we would find this place eventually!”

Harry looked at Professor Fenton in bewilderment, “you didn’t know where we were going?!”

Fenton shook his head and shot him another grin, “nope! I’ve been constantly getting lost in these dumb halls. This place constantly moves and I absolutely hate it. Even the Infinite Realms make more sense than this castle!”

Harry stuttered, “If the infinite realms is where ghosts go, isn’t that like… the afterlife? You’ve been to the afterlife?”

Professor Fenton lazily shrugged and opened the doors to the library, “yes and no. It’s all complicated. I’ll tell you a different time.”

Harry stood there for a few more seconds as his brain tried to catch up with the information, and once he managed to close his mouth he chased after the Professor.

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Harry glanced around the Professors room as he followed after him, arms filled with books that seemed to suspiciously be only about the Dark Arts. He’d never been to a professor's living quarters, at most he had been in some offices. Even so, it was not at all what he imagined a wizard's living quarters would look like.

First off, there seemed to be technology. He recognized a coffee machine on a low table, but it wasn’t plugged into anything. There was an odd box that looked like a slightly smaller television, it’s screen black and wires sticking out of it attached to a rectangular box with a lot of buttons on top of it and a small round device. There was also a radio, and a huge telescope leaning out the largest window. As Harry looked, he began to notice spaceships literally in every corner of the room. Different kinds as well, some would even move and blast off. The most amazing part was the roof of his room. It was almost exactly like the great hall as it rose into dark nothingness, but the stars were MUCH brighter and all the constellations had been traced out, some brighter than others. For someone who knew a lot about ghosts, he seemed to really like space. Then there were also some odd things thrown around, like a very weird looking thermos. Or a metal… boomerang?

“Just place them over here, Harry!” Fenton called as he dropped his pile of books onto a couch in the corner. Harry did as he was told, placing the books down a little more gently than the professor did.

“Professor… how did you get these things to work? Technology usually… explodes around magic,” Harry asked.

“Oh! Well it’s because I power them myself!” Professor Fenton chirped. “They don’t work the same way as regular technology. Again, I recommend checking out some of the notes in the Fentons books, they have a lot of stuff that works in the magical realm.”

“Why would you need it though? Doesn’t magic make up for a lot of technology?” Harry asked.

“Ah, but that’s where you are wrong you see! There is nothing in the magical world that is equivalent to the coffee machine!”

Harry blinked, “... what.”

“It’s a very important machine, Harry. You will depend greatly on it once you need to stay up for an entire week. But! It seems our time together has come to an end. Thanks for your help, Harry, and if McGonagall asks, tell her I made you scrub toilets or something,” he winked.

Harry grinned back, heading towards the doorway to go find Ron and Hermione. He closed the door behind and the moment it clicked shut, he saw a flash appear from under the door.

He paused slightly, but shrugged. Maybe a comet passed by on the enchanted roof of his room. He then headed down the halls to find his friends.

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“Not normally invited?” Harry asked.

Hermione nodded, “Ghosts throw death day parties like birthday parties, but rarely do they ever invite living people!”

“I see, so Sir Nick really wanted us to be there,” Harry pondered as the trio entered the party area. He immediately was hit with an awful stench, nearly gagging before he had to swallow it as Sir Nicholas noticed their arrival and approached swiftly with the widest smile they had ever seen on his face.

“Harry! Ron! Hermione! You all made it! Oh this brings such joy to my cold, dead heart!”

“Glad to see you as well, Sir Nick,” Harry struggled not to gag on the smell.

“Say, why do ghosts even celebrate the day they died? Isn’t that… like a very traumatic experience you would rather not remember?” Ron somehow managed to ask.

“Well, ghosts like to celebrate it to commodirate a start to a new chapter of our afterlife!” He paused, glancing across the room for a split second, “most ghosts that is, and the death day isn’t to remind us of our death. It more serves to encourage us to look forward! No one really wants to remember how we died. Never a pretty picture.”

Harry followed Nicholas’s gaze for the split second glance, then noticed a ghost he had never seen before. He ignored the smell (they would have to ask about that later) and nudged Hermione, pointing at the ghost, “hey Hermione, have you ever seen that ghost around the castle before? I don’t remember seeing him from last year…”

The ghost in question seemed so much stranger than the rest, he had a brighter glow, where he should have had legs, merged into what seemed to be a ghostly tail, drifting lazily like caught in a breeze. Long hair whiter than snow itself drifted around like caught underwater, and bits that weren’t drifting were braided neatly and lost in the rest of it as it constantly moved. The ghost had purple skin, pointed ears, green freckles dotting his cheeks and long sharp fangs showing as he laughed at another ghost's joke. He dressed like a medieval lord, wearing a delicately detailed black and white tunic tucked into a braided belt circling his waist, his ghostly tail completely black. Thick white leather gloves covered both his hands as he waved them around while he spoke. A white cape hung off his shoulders, but when the cape occasionally drifted to show the inside, it was like the ghost had taken the night sky and attached it to the garment. Thick fur wrapped around his shoulders and long and sharp horns that looked like ice circled his head like a crown.

Toxic green eyes that had irises that seemed to swirl around the pupil glanced at the trio and Harry suddenly felt very very small.

“I… don’t know. I haven’t even heard of any ghost that looked like him before,” Hermione seemed like she was at a loss, probably scouting through her thoughts and memories for any trace or mention of the unfamiliar ghost.

Sir Nicholas cut in, “oh! That may be because King Phantom doesn’t live in this castle! He’s mainly only here to visit for the year!”

Ron gapped, “... did you say… king? Was he a king before he died?”

Sir Nicholas frowned, “no, of course not! He’s the king of all ghosts! King of the infinite realms! The one who defeated Pariah Dark in single combat barely a year after he died! The youngest and most beloved king we ghosts have had in such a very long time.”

“There’s a king of ghosts? And that’s him?” Harry asked.

“That’s what I just said, my dear boy. Keep up!”

“I don’t want to seem rude, Sir Nicholas but… why is he here?” Hermione gasped, “if he really is such a powerful and imposing figure, doesn’t he have a lot of duties to fulfil?”

“Well, he told us he was technically here on business but that it requires time and an investigation that could take a few months. So he could visit and celebrate with us from time to time! He’s a very relaxed man, I assure you. Here let me introduce you all to him! My Liege! I have some friends you absolutely must meet!”

The King looked over and smiled widely, “friends, you say?” His voice echoed more than the other ghosts, seeming to carry across the room as he spoke. He then blinked in surprise and turned to Nick, “Sir Nicholas… you realize these three are still amongst the living?”

“Why of course! Harry is the Boy Who Lived! The first to survive the death spell!” Sir Nicholas said quite proudly.

The King drifted down towards the three, causing Ron to slightly flinch at his approach, his hands clasped together as worry seemed to etch on his face, “well, most ghosts don’t have a very good sense of smell or taste, right? Which is why we have all the rotting food out?”

“Yes?” Sir Nicholas still didn’t seem to catch on.

King Phantom held out his hand, producing clothing hanger clips made purely of ice, “The living can still very much smell and taste, and I don’t think it’s exactly the smell of roses and lavender.”

Sir Nicholas blinked, “oh. Oh! Oh Harry and friends, I apologize for forgetting such a detail!”

Harry, Ron and Hermione all graciously accept the clips, pinning them on their noses to escape the horrid smell. Then Hermione turned towards the Ghost King with a glint in her eyes, “wait- how did you do that? Ghosts aren’t this solid- and they definitely can’t use magic!”

Phantom chuckled, drifting back into the air as he pointed to the crown of ice horns on his head, “Well first off, I’m the king so I get some bonuses. As well as not all ghosts work the same. You should try listening to that Dark Arts professor of yours when he talks about ghosts. He’s quite knowledgeable about all things not living.”

“But- but years of documentation and research-!” Hermione tried to argue before the King tutted.

“Information is constantly changing and growing, something that seems pretty constant could change in seconds and turn your whole world upside down. Not to mention, many different types of ghosts like myself only became more common recently. Before, most of us were confined to the infinite realms, only ghosts like Sir Nicholas forming for many centuries and the different kinds rarely slipped out.”

“Well-, what changed?” Hermione challenged.

King Phantom sported a playful grin, “I d̶͙͉̓̓i̷̢̩̬̘̟̽ę̴̘̲̹̤͌̊d̸̢̳̞̄.”

He then turned and left the three on that note as he went to join other ghosts at the party.

“What does he mean by that?” Hermione huffed.

“He’s got an odd sense of humour, that’s for sure,” Sir Nicholas laughed.

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Harry couldn’t stop his glare that shot towards Professor Snape as he accused Harry of petrifying Mrs. Norris and writing the bloody message that stained the wall. Before he could snap back at him that he did not do any of this, Professor Fenton seemed to almost step out of thin air to his defense.

“Mr. Potter was with me all night, he did not do this,” his voice laced with a chilling venom. Was he… lying for him?

Snape tilted his chin up, attempting to look down on Fenton who was no longer hunched, and instead stood tall at his full height. It was quite difficult to do as it turned out, Fenton towered over every other Professor in the area. “And who, pray tell, are you?” Snape seemed to almost spit.

A sinister grin spread across the tall Professor's features as he stepped in front of Harry, leaning menacingly over the shorter wizard and blocking his view of the student, “Professor Fenton, the professor of the Dark Arts. Accusing a second year of such a powerful spell isn’t a very wise take, now is it Professor Snape?” Fenton basically spat his name.

Snape glared back, “you would be surprised what Potter is capable of, especially the trouble he gets himself in.”

“How about you try not pinning the blame on a 12 year old child?”

“That is enough out of both of you,” Dumbledore stepped in. “We all know Harry was not responsible for this, as Professor Fenton’s defence is true. We have a healthy patch of mandrake roots that will cure Mrs. Norris of her petrification, and students will resume their classes while the professors investigate the issue. Now you three will return to your dorms for the rest of the night.”

Harry hesitated before he headed back towards the dorms, but didn’t fail to notice how Professor Fenton’s eyes flashed toxic green, or the wink sent in his direction.

[hockeyforthefirsttime]

The Art of Not Falling in Love- Roope Hintz

AN: This is a piece that is very self indulgent BUT it has a plot despite being like 80% smut. I am thinking of making more parts if people like this 

Word count: 5k 

TW: like its smut.. so like what do you expect. (Wrap it before you tap it) spanking light dom!Roope female reader 

You could never quite understand how you got into this situation. You’d sworn to never fall in love ever. The pain of watching the gruesome divorce of your parents, the way your friends seemed to find “the one” left and right, only to be heartbroken, was simply too much. So you decided to simply don’t fall in love ever. 

And you’d kept that promise to yourself, ever since 15. Sure a few crushes came up now and then, but you never acted on them, and you made sure no one knew about the feeling. The only person in your life that knew about this promise to yourself was your best friend Jamie.

The first person you’d met in Dallas when you’d first moved there. You had been a freshman in college and he had been, ironically so, the first person to hit on you in Dallas, and you hadn’t even officially gotten there yet.  It happened on the plane ride. He was seated beside you and you couldn’t for the life of you remember the pick up line he used. You just know it was bad, cause you remember laughing at it and the way he tried to manage his long limbs into the airplane seat. It had gone uphill from there on, and you were glad he didn’t get offended by you laughing at him. 

Now, however, you were sitting in the stands of the American Airlines Center, watching him and his team scramble across the ice in a turnover, passing the puck up the ice. Roope Hintz picks it up and flicks it into the goal, just over the left shoulder of the Blackhawks goalie, making the Stars take the lead with three minutes left in the third period. The stands erupt in wild cheers and the team celebrates on ice. You jump with the rest of the crowd, and clap enthusiastically. Knowing that it’s gonna be an insufferable team to meet afterwards. After all, athletes tend to be after winning a game like this. 

The buzzer goes off and the Dallas Stars have officially ended their losing streak. The crowd is going wild, jumping up and down, making the stands shake just a little. Thats when you decide to sneak out of the stands and find your way to the outside of the locker room, where Jamie had promised he would meet you. 

You have been around a few times, and sure enough you find your way. Jamie had made sure to let the security staff know that you would be around after the game. There is a soccer ball laying around so you pick it up and start bouncing it on your jeans clad thigh, then dropping it down onto your foot and up again, alway in control. You lose yourself to the ball, concentrating on keeping it in the air, so much so that you don’t notice the door slamming open until the boom of it makes you drop the ball. 

“Jesus fuck.” 

You whisper as you look up to find the source of the noise. What you find shouldn’t surprise you, but seeing a shirtless Roope Hintz standing there with a frown on his face, makes heat rush up your neck regardless. 

“Who are you?” 

He looks suspiciously at you, taking in the skinny jeans and the absence of a jersey. As well as the forgotten soccer ball. 

“Sorry, just here for Oleksiak.” 

You try to shrug it off, looking for the ball again. His eyes squint suspiciously at you, but his head tilts backwards as he calls for Jamie. He comes bounding out of the locker room, shirtless, but fresh out of the shower. He’s in the middle of zipping up his game day slacks, and the smile already on his lips gets wider.  

“You could have waited with the others you know?” 

Jamie says cheekily to you. The heat to your face returns, but not in full force. You look at his tall stature and the smaller man beside him. And for some reason, the blonde star of the night is the one to make you look away. You shoot daggers at Jamie instead. 

“You know, you could have told me where they were, so I didn’t have to stand here like some other crazed fan.” 

Roope slowly turns around and walks away, closing the door with one last curious look directed at you. 

“Oh come on, we all know you’re crazy for me.” 

Finally you can feel yourself relax a little, with a sigh you take a step closer to him. 

“Yeah, crazy for you to leave me alone.” 

He wraps you up in his arms and lifts you up in the air, laughing as you gasp at the surprise of being lifted up. 

“Congrats by the way, you played well today.” 

You say to him, as he lets you back down on the ground again.  

“Thank you Sparks.” 

“Now go get dressed completely, I suppose you want to celebrate tonight?” 

His signature, tooth lacking smile is on full display as he slings an arm around your shoulders. Jamie looks at you with a mischievous look. 

“We really want to celebrate this, and besides, we really need to get you laid.” 

You wrench your way out of his grip and scowl at him, pushing him in the direction of the door to the locker room. 

“Get dressed you idiot.” 

You say with a flat voice, trying to remain serious, and failing when you see Jamie wink at you last minute. You immediately go back to juggling the soccer ball, as the door slams shut. 

A couple of girls are walking towards you, and you suspect they’re here looking for their boyfriends or husbands. That’s until you see the flustered cheeks and whispers of “I can’t believe we made it all the way here.” and the agreements that follow. 

Their eyes land on you and your soccer ball, and their expressions instantly sour. You try to shrug it off, but when the whispering starts again, you look up from the ball. You start getting suspicious when one of the three girls flicks her long, perfectly curled, brunette hair over her shoulder and opens her immaculately painted lips to say something. 

“You shouldn’t be here you know.” 

The confidence in her voice almost has you fooled for someone who belongs there. Almost. You’ve never seen her close to any of them ever, even if you had managed to stay out of the public eye yourself. Something about this trio didn’t feel right. You stop juggling the ball and drop it to your foot, catching it without bounce and then placing your foot on top of it.  

“Why not?” 

You ask out of curiosity of what the answer would be.

“Well, it’s reserved for the wags, you know, so you don’t belong here.” 

You tilt your head and raise a brow, questioningly. 

“Isn’t that what the owner's box is for? you know with reserved seats, food and really comfortable sitting options?” 

A blush seems to rise through her make- up and you restrain yourself a little, you really don’t want to make her an enemy. Just in case. 

“Yeah.. I just need to see my man before we head home.”

She stutters out, looking at her two friends who nod encouragingly at her. 

“Okay, just remind me who it is again?” 

You play dumb, knowing that the media is about to get out of the room in a minute. 

“Jamie ofcourse.” 

And her voice is so confident as she says it, you let a smile show before chuckling. They really thought they could fool anyone with that. Just in that moment, the door opens and cameras and notepads or tape recorders start filing out of the door. 

You walk over to the door, holding it open for the stream of reporters and crew. Then you duck a head in and yell for Jamie. 

“Oleksiak, your girlfriend is here…” 

It isn’t intentional all the way, but it comes out in a sing- song voice.  

The entirety of the team turns to face you. Briefly you meet the eyes of Roope, who’s still shirtless. Just as Jamie passes you by with a confused look, you tap his now clothed arm to make him bend down just a little.

“Ehh, so someone somehow got past security, apparently you’re her boyfriend.” 

You say to him, loud enough for the closest teammates to hear. 

“Jesus Christ, not again.” 

Jamie mutters. Stephen Johns is closest and has his phone in seconds calling someone. You let a glance out the door and see the girls huddled together, suddenly looking unsure. Jamie takes a look over your shoulder and sighs. 

“Guess I should distract them until security gets here, just stay here.”

You roll your eyes, but stay put. Then suddenly you realise where you are, feeling like an intruder. 

“Sorry guys, didn’t mean to intrude, just thought you should know about the girls outside.” 

You say, trying to not look too closely at anyone. You can feel the heat rising up your neck. 

“‘S alright, not everyday we get to know a girl from Jamie's side.”

Tyler Seguin says from his seat by his gear. 

“Oh I know, he has a hard time finding decent ones.” 

You say it absentmindedly, but the entire team seems to crack up at that. You feel a little bad, but you also know it as true and it's already said, so you can’t take it back. 

“Seems like he did alright with you.” 

Roope says as he pulls his button up over his arms and starts pushing the buttons through the holes.

“Ahh, a common mistake. Not a girlfriend and not sleeping with him either.” 

His brows raise and a cheeky smile forms on his face. But he doesn’t say anything else. You feel off, of sorts. He doesn’t irk you like the girls did. And it was kind of scaring you. It’s the feeling you get when you start being intrigued, and you don ‘t need that now.

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You’re sitting at the bar, alone, not that you mind it, because the girl who finally got Jamie had been ogling him all night and talking too loud, and it was a relief when you saw them walk out the door. He had asked multiple times if it was okay for him to leave, so much so that you almost drove the uber back to her place yourself. 

Staring down at the drink in your hand, you realised you were too sober and too far behind on studying (not really) to be sitting here, in a place you didn’t want to be. So you got up, turned around and immediately crashed into a hard chest. Looking up, you find a wild head of blonde curls and a heavenly cologne. Roope Hintz.

“Can I help you you mr. Star?” 

You said ask as he leans closer, if that was even possible, without touching you. He at least has the decency to chuckle and look a little bashful as you address him that way. 

“You sure you’re not even a little infatuated with Oleksiak?” 

Rolling your eyes, you lean back onto the bar and cross your ankles. 

“Why? Are you jealous?” 

You give him a flirty smile, just for the hell of it. Roope steps forward so his feet are planted on either side of yours, not touching this time either, and leans an arm beside you, making him come impossibly close to you. 

“What if I am?” 

He asks, and his eyes are roaming all over your face, ignited with a desire you haven’t seen in far too long. It makes a heat pool in your stomach, and a little in your cheeks. Just purely out of the close proximity. 

“Then you’re gonna be sorely disappointed.” 

You try to sound casual, but Roope leans a little closer.

“And why is that?” 

You can tell he is curious, and your judgement is compromised from the closeness of him. Maybe one night wouldn’t hurt, right?

“I’m a one time offer, an-” 

Roope doesn’t even let you finish your sentence, before he has your hand in his. Just as you touch it feels like a wave of something indescribable washes over you. You’d never felt anything like it. 

“I can do that. Come along now, we haven’t got all night.” 

Roope drags you away from the bar and you scramble to keep up the first few steps. When you catch up, he laces his fingers through yours, and heads out the door. It’s cold out, and since you haven’t really been outside today, all you have is the sweater you came to the rink in. You hadn’t been dressed for a club at all, but he didn’t seem to mind. You wrap your arms around yourself, to try to preserve some of the heat from the inside. Roope has a keen eye and steps behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. 

“One time offer, remember?” 

“Oh yeah, that doesn’t mean I can’t be nice, or no?” 

And as he pulls you closer to him, you can feel in your bones (and your lower back) that he isn’t nearly as nice as he’s pretending to be. And you catch yourself thinking that you can’t wait to see what this turns into. 

“Just, doubting what you define as nice, that’s all.” 

At that Roope, let out a little chuckle, before leaning down a little and placing small kisses on your exposed neck. He works his way up to your ear. 

“I can be very nice, it all depends on you though.” 

With a final kiss to your cheek, he steps away from your heated face, and looks at the uber that’s now in front of you, double checking that it’s the right one. How in the hell had you missed the car pulling up to the curb? Roope opened the door to the back seat and let you enter first. Then he entered shortly after you, told the lady driving the car his address and turned to face you. 

“Didn’t think you were that shy, sweetheat.” 

He gestured to the entire middle seat between the two of you. You just shake your head, with a coy smile on your lips. 

“Just been a while.” 

You say quietly, not wanting the driver to hear. Regardless, she looks at you, very discreetly, through the rearview mirror. You give her a reassuring smile trying to convey that you feel safe and that you’re okay. She gives you a wink in return. 

“I’ll make it worth your time.” 

Roope leads you into an elevator and punches one of the higher numbers, all the while his eyes are roaming you, mentally undressing you. Most definitely wondering what he would find underneath the sweater and jeans. You are absolutely feeling a little shy with the way he looks at you. However, at the same time you’re looking at him, wondering what he is going to do, if he will be soft or hard in demeanor, if he’s gonna be rough or boring, but somehow something in his eyes tells you, it’s gonna be anything but boring. 

The elevator stops, and he steps closer, taking your hand in his, entwining your fingers and leading the way out of the elevator. Just two doors down he pulls some keys out of his back pocket and steadily unlocks the door, no fumbling. You take it as a good sign even if you already knew that he wasn’t even close to being drunk. The lock clicks in place and the door slides open, revealing a dark hallway. Roope steps in first and flicks on the light. It’s neat, considering what you had been expecting. The door shuts behind you, and you hear the lock clicking. 

Toeing off your shoes you turn and find Roope already staring at you. His eyes are considerably darker. He drops the jacket he had been wearing to the floor and beckons you with a finger to follow him, all silent and a little domineering, half a smile on his lips. You see the light flicker on in the hallway as you follow him down to the left and then the first door on the right hand side it’s the only open door, but it’s not fully lit inside. Carefully you step inside, when nothing happens, you take one more step in and the room is suddenly full of tension. 

The light here is turned on low, and Roope is standing in front of you taking slow steps towards you. Determined to stand your ground you remain unmoving, but your eyes roam him, and he seems to notice. With a smirk he takes a hand behind his neck and promptly yanks the shirt off of his upper body. You feel your jaw dropping just a little as you scan him over. 

“Look at me in the eyes babe.” 

Heat rises to your cheeks, but you remain in your spot steadily holding his gaze. He takes a step closer, and then another, until he’s standing mere inches from you. A devious smile is playing on his lips, when one of his hands lands on your waist. His thumb rubs circles on your hip, just underneath the emerald sweater of yours. 

“Are you sure about this?” 

He asks, taking his other hand up and caressing your cheek. You nod your head yes. 

“I’m gonna need you to use your words for me.” 

The hand that’s on your cheek is suddenly forcing your face upwards to meet his eyes. 

“I’m sure about this.” 

You whisper, again meeting his eyes. Just as the sentence leaves your mouth, he immediately goes to kiss you, but you pull back just slightly, just to tease, and maybe test him a little. He sees the mischievous glint in your eyes, and his smile widens.

“Oh you wanna play like that, huh?” 

Roope’s hands slip from your body, before meeting again behind your thighs, lifting you up into his arms. You stare down into his darkened eyes, and lean into him. He lets you kiss him for a couple of seconds, before he deepens it. You let him, not really feeling like fighting him. His lips move from yours and down your neck, as he walks towards the bed, you can feel him leaving a few hickies before dropping you onto the bed. 

“Off with the sweater, kaunis.” 

You look up at him, while crossing your arms and gripping the bottom of the sweater, letting him take in all of you as the green top comes off. Underneath is a simple black bra and you can see his pupils dilate at the sight of you. 

“That one I’m gonna take off myself.” 

He leans over you, until you’ve laid down flat on the bed. He’s hovering over you, resting on his forearms, yet his hips have already settled between your legs. You can feel him there hard and heavy. His breath playing across your collarbones, makes you feel the anticipation building in your entire body. 

He presses a quick kiss to your lips before he starts leaving open mouth kisses down the valley of your breasts, he shifts his weight so he is leaning more on one arm and slides the other underneath your back, and makes quick work of unfastening your bra. The tension leaves the straps and you let them fall off. Then with his teeth he bites the middle of the bra, lifting it off your body and chucking it away with his free hand. 

“Upea.” 

You don’t question his words, honestly feeling a little more turned on as he speaks to you in a language you don’t understand. With a wink he kisses each of your tits a few times, before moving further down. 

“Still good?” 

He asks, and you feel your heart ache a little at it, and immediately shove the feeling aside.

“Yes, so good.”

You say, all out of breath as his fingers pop open the button, and slowly pull down the zipper of your jeans. In a swift motion he has his fingers in what you assume is the belt loops and has pulled down your jeans along with the black underwear you had been wearing. Instinctively you try to close your legs, but two calloused hands on either of your knees stops that motion. 

“I’ve got you.” 

Roope says as he leans into your right thigh and starts leaving kisses again. Closer and closer to your core, and when he finally is there, he switches to the other tigh, repeating the process. Your hands, which have been clenching the sheets, finally go to his long hair, tugging a little. Roope lets out a little groan and you swear you can feel it in your entire body.

“Aww, look how wet you are, all for me?” 

He asks in a husky voice. 

“All for you, all for you.” 

Roope seems to revel in the admittance rolling off your tongue, before he lets himself have a taste. At least that’s what you think is happening. You feel his hot breath fan over your core, and he is painfully close, you lift your hips just slightly to meet his mouth, just as he pulls away. 

“My bed, my rules. Now, you’re gonna have to ask really nicely to cum, before I let you. Got it?” 

You’re so lost in desperation for his mouth that you can only nod. You both hear and feel the sigh escaping him, before he lands a little smack on the inside of your thigh. It causes you to let out a strangled moan and clench around nothing. 

“Didn’t I tell you? Words.” 

“I’m sorry, I’ll ask to cum.” 

And then he’s all over you. The pent up feeling you have in your body only seems to grow as he spends his time licking and lapping at your folds. With his arms around your thighs and eyes firmly set on yours, your body's working overtime trying to feel everything. You feel your grip on his hair tighten as his mouth finds you clit and a finger easily slides inside you. 

“Fuuuck, feels so good.” 

You draw out the vocals as he hums against you. Your breathing went uneven a long time ago, but now you’re struggling to control anything that comes out of your mouth. Especially as the second finger enters you and he makes a “come here” motion with his fingers, finally finding that one particular spot. It nearly sends you over the edge.

“Ah ah, ask first.” 

Your brain feels like mush as he continues his assault on your pussy. 

“Please may I cum?” 

Roope hums against you, before leaning away a little. 

“No, I want you to beg.” 

He goes back in, feeling the way your body is wound so tightly you don’t know where to turn, not being able to think clearly. 

“Please, I’ll be so good, just please please let me cum.” 

Again Roope hums. 

“Okay, only if you’re a good girl though.” 

He says looking up at you, with that smirk of his, before he dives back in.  You can feel the tension in your body tightening, and when his tongue does a particularly intense stroke over your clit you can’t hold it anymore. Your legs clamp around his head and you let out a drawn out moan of pleasure as he lets you ride out the high on his face. 

When you can’t take it anymore, you gently guide his face away from your core. Roope has this cocky grin on his face and you can’t help but like it being directed at you. You pull him up towards you and kiss him deeply, not really caring if you can taste yourself on his lips. Finally he lets your hands wander over the planes of his upper body, feeling the muscles tense and flex as your fingers trace every ridge of his body. He seems to really like kissing you, but he does notice that your hands go lower and lift his hips up a little to make room so you can pop the button of his jeans. As soon as the zipper is down, your hand traces the waistband of his boxers. 

“You gonna play with me like this all night, rakas?” 

He asks with a playful tone of voice. 

“Maybe.” 

You tease, pulling on the waistband of the boxers, before releasing it, making it snap against his skin. He leans away from you completely, getting up so he’s on his knees, but otherwise full height. Your legs are caught between his, so you can only sit up as far. Not that you mind though, with the way he towers over you, giving you perfect access to the bulge that’s now in your direct line of vision. Without really meaning to your jaw goes slack. His pointer finger is under your chin, making you look up at him.  

“Eyes up here, yeah?” 

You nod innocently at him, making him groan at the sight of you. 

“Good girl. Now let’s see if we can put that mouth of yours to good use.” 

You blush at his words and the smirk on his lips. Regardless, you start peeling the boxers and jeans down his legs. Slowly. Since this is going to be a one time thing, you think, you’re gonna savour this moment. His skin is hot beneath your fingers, but not as hot as your cheeks the moment his cock springs free of it’s confinement. You’re definitely not complaining about any aspect of it. 

Without a second thought you put your lips around the angry red tip, letting your tongue explore every inch of his dick. Roope seems to like what you’re doing, judging by the groaning and panting above you. One of his hands is in your hair, doing a makeshift ponytail as you continue to suck him off. Suddenly, he all but pulls you off his cock, which now seems even more red than it was before. With strings of saliva hanging from your mouth, connected to his dick. Roope lets out a groan that makes your inside tingle before he slides back off the bed.

“I’m going to ruin you so good, rakas.” 

He kicks off his jeans and boxers before he is over you again. You look him in the eyes nodding, before spreading your legs, letting him settle between them. He cages you in with his arms, and for some reason, even with his dark gaze upon you, you feel safe. And when he grabs your arms, pinning them beside your head you let out a content sigh. Not only because you’re completely letting go, but because you can feel his cock brushing against your stomach. The anticipation is almost killing you. 

Roope, kisses up and down your neck, whispering dirty somethings in your ear, because they aren’t nothing. They are all his fantasies, of what he has come up with that he wants to do with you. As well as to you. Most of all though, you think he just enjoys watching you squirm in need of him. When he lets go of your right hand, it traces your throat.

“Now, put my cock inside yourself.” 

It’s a demand, and you follow through, out of desperation to feel him inside. You wrap your hand around his dick, carefully tugging at him, running your thumb over the tip, teasing. With a little smile on your lips. Roope is quick to kiss it away, delving into you, with a passion you’ve never felt before. “Inside, now. Or this teasing of yours is gonna have some serious consequences.” 

He mumbles against your lips, so you do as told, guiding him to your entrance. You both let out content sighs as he finally sinks into you. He is going slow at first. Letting you adjust to having him inside you. 

“Look so good for me like this.” 

You can only nod as he starts moving his hips in slow, deep thrusts. He finds a pace and as soon as you start clenching around him, when he hits that part of you. His pace picks up. The hand that’s still holding onto yours, they are now intertwined in each other. His other hand is caressing your hip. You’re pretty much just a blubbering mess of his name and curses as he hits all the right parts. 

With a final kiss to your lips, he leans up a bit, so his thighs are resting on his calves creating a steep angle, so you almost slip off him. Almost. He pulls you closer by the hips, making you yelp out, before your legs are planted on either side of him, giving yourself a little more leverage as he hits deep inside of you. The moan that escapes you is genuine, and you squeeze your eyes shut in pleasure. At that you feel a sharp sting on your thigh again. 

“Eyes on me.” 

In the fog of pleasure all you manage to get out is a weak. “Yes, sir.” 

Opening your eyes, you see Roope straining a little as well. His cheeks are tinted and his breathing is really uneven. But his eyes are blown with pleasure, and as you guide his hand to your lower stomach where you can vaguely feel him moving in and out of you. It looks like a new fire has been ignited inside him. 

His hand slips from yours as he lets it go to rub at your clit again. The pleasure almost becomes too much, and your eyes roll a little at the feeling. 

“May I please cum, sir?” 

You manage to moan out, barely remembering his demand from before. 

“Hold it for like three seconds, I’m gonna count you down.” 

So you look him in the eyes and let him blow out your back for a few more thrusts, and then he starts counting down. 

“3”

His rhythm changes as he slows down and goes harder, deeper. 

“2” 

He moans as you clench around him. 

“1, cum for me.” 

And you do. It starts in your stomach, and like a warm tide it washes over your entire body. Roope fucks you through it, before he finally pulls out and with a loud groan he is jerking himself off, letting go in hot spurts all over your torso. He finishes and stares down at his personal masterpiece. With your rapidly raising stomach and chest covered in his cum, you can tell by the smirk on his lips. He’s satisfied.

“I’ll be right back.” 

Roope says with a wink, and you just nod. Because even though you just had the best sex to date, you were trying to gather your thoughts. On how to get home. You don’t see where he goes, but you hear water running from a sink. When he’s back from the bathroom, you assume, he has a wet  washcloth in hand and is wearing a fresh pair of boxers. Gently he wipes his cum from your chest and stomach, and a little in between your legs. 

And you’re almost completely ruined by how gentle he is. But you have a promise to keep, and you’re not planning on betraying yourself. He leaves again to toss the cloth into the hamper. When he comes back, you have gathered your underwear and bra, and are standing on the floor on slightly shaky legs. 

“You’re leaving?” 

And that was really the first sign. 

“Yeah, one time offer. Remember?” 

You answer, looking for your jeans. Roope sweeps them off of the floor and hands them to you. 

“Yeah, right.” 

You get dressed in silence, and when your last sock is on. You straighten up. 

“I’ll just find the way out myself.” 

It’s meant to be casual, but Roope immediately refuses. 

“No no, I’ll walk you out.” 

And he does, following close behind you. You’ve just gotten your shoes on, when your phone pings. It’s a notification from uber that your ride is here. You’ve put your hand on the door knob and opened the door, when Roope, who was leaning against the wall, pulls you back and kisses you deeply. 

“Next time you need an orgasm, give me a call.”

He says with a wink. 

In the car back to your apartment, you can feel it. You’re not gonna get rid of Roope after what just went down in his bedroom. The worst part of it is that you’re not sure you want it to be a one time thing. Fuck. 

[eclipsedcrystalstar]

More incorrect quotes because apparently the generator still works when the school wifi is out

Yeah I was surprised it still worked too

anyways

Characters: Sun, Moon, Solar, Monty, Bonnie, Freddy

Solar: Sun, can I speak to you for a minute? In private. Sun: Ooh, someone's in trouble. It's me. I don't know why I did that.

Bonnie, admiring a sleeping Moon: You’re so cute. Moon, sleepily: I could beat your ass. Bonnie, lovingly: I know.

Moon: Bet you can’t eat 15 crayons! Sun: Bet you I can! Solar: sips coffee, checks to make sure 911 is still on speed dial, and goes back to reading the paper

Bonnie: What’s up? I’m back. Monty: I literally saw you die. You died. You were dead Bonnie: Death is a social construct.

Freddy: Why would you think any of this was a good idea? Solar: Probably because I’m a dangerous sociopath with a long history of violence. Freddy: Solar: I don’t know how you keep forgetting this.

Sun and Moon looking at a locked gate into a park Sun: Aw. :( Moon: You know what they say. Sun: Please don’t- Moon: BE GAY DO CRIME! hops gate Sun: Frick-

Sun: Oh, to be bored royalty who keeps rejecting marriage proposals due to being secretly in love with the cute gardener. Freddy: Oh, to be a cute gardener who secretly places roses in the royalty's room because they are in love with them. Monty: Oh, to be the palace guard who discreetly helps to boost the cute gardener up the wall for his secret deliveries in the middle of the night. Moon: Oh, to be the bored royalty's sibling witnessing the two fools dance around each other while knowing damn well that the two like each other. Bonnie: Oh, to be the noble suitor from another royal family who comes to know of their love and instantly plans an entire plan to get them their happy ending.

Monty: What's wrong with you? Solar: Off the top of my head, I'd say low self-esteem, a lack of paternal affection, and a genetic predisposition for anxiety and depression.

Freddy: Do you wish you were seeing somebody? Solar: A therapist.

Freddy: I am a perfect cinnamon scone who’s never done anything wrong in my entire life! Moon: Never done anything wrong?! You set the pizzaplex on FIRE!

Monty: Oh, here’s my award for the most rules broken! Sun: That’s not an award, it’s an angry letter from management. Monty, hanging it on their wall: Well, it has the word ‘most’ in it, so I’m calling it an award!

Moon: What are you writing? Solar: The staff wants to know what kind of weapons we have in the room. I'm letting them know it's private information. Sun, looking over Solar’s shoulder: This just says 'fuck around and find out' in calligraphy.

Monty: Hey, Sun. What kind of flowers do you prefer? Sun: I like sunflowers. Monty, pulling out a bouquet of Venus Flytraps: Well, shit-

Moon: I'm worried about you… Solar, dunking oreos in whiskey: Why?

Bonnie: Kinda gay to make a wanted poster… Why do you want that man? So you can hold him? Moon: Yeah. Hold him accountable. Bonnie: Hold him accountable for stealing your heart?

Sun: When I was a kid, Moon told me that the paper strip that’s in the chocolate kisses were edible and I ate them with the chocolate for a year. Solar: They are! Sun: FOR REAL? Solar: No! Why did you fall for it again?

Solar: When I get murdered, can you make sure I become an unsolved case? Freddy: wHat? Solar: I want to be on Buzzfeed Unsolved. Freddy: Can we go back to the part when you said "when I get murdered"?

Police Officer: You have the right to remain silent. Monty: I choose to waive that right! Monty: screaming

[riku-writings]

Endless Bliss Pt. 2

Pt. 1

Pairing: Chifuyu Matsuno x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader likes to seek attention from Chifuyu Matsuno. Everyday she would bother him, giving him gifts, asking him ridiculous questions. He tolerates her. Suddenly she disappeared from his sight. Will he see her again?

Warnings: Heavy Smut, Penetration, Oral (Female Receiving), Spitting. Corruption kink Mature themes. A bit spoiler after the Valhalla arc. Grammatical Errors.

A/n: A request from @hattorihaechan, I hope you like this second part (っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ

—12 years timeskip

"Oi y/n you finished the first chapter panels didn't you?" Stretching your arms, you cracked your knuckles. Turning to be met by your senpai who was busying herself by the printer station. "yup, told ya I'd finish it just in time Naoko senpai"

"Good good, did you pack already by the way? We're moving to tokyo next week!" Gushing she clasped her hands together. You nodded. "God I haven't been to tokyo for years, I grew up there"

"You did?"

"Yeah I just moved here in Sendai when I was 15? I don't know it's been a long time"

"Oh wow why did you move here?" Comfortably your senpai leaned on the divider of your stations. Taking a sip on her black coffee. You then took your mug of water on the table, taking a sip.

"Ahh my parents got divorced" You casually say, your co worker widened her eyes.

"Oh sorry about that" She quickly apologized.

"It's okay that's old news anyways" You smiled waving off your hands. Eyes creasing.

"bet you'll meet some old friends there hm?"

"Nah, I don't even know where they are right now." You said leaning back on your swivel chair feeling cozy with your neck pillow and oversized jacket.

The day has arrived of you going back to tokyo. It's been a long time since you stepped foot into a train since that day. Never you visited back to tokyo, your mother and work getting in your way.

Looking around it was so different.

You were surprised to even get an invitation notice about a reunion from a person from your crafting club. You think Yasuda was her name. It was a few weeks away.

It made you wonder. . . How was Mitsuya kun?

"Oi! I get this station!" Your senpai called out as you guys moved into the new studio. You're now a manga artist. All the scribbling you had done in middle school paid off. "Sure senpai! I get to seat now by the window!"

"Goodluck when it gets super hot in the summer!" Naoko teased having to own one before. "Now we get to move, y/n go outside and buy us drinks!" Your other senpai, Hatori say clicking his fingers at you. You grinned. "I hate you so much senpai!" You said, he smiled giving you his black card.

You took your coat. Looking for a cafe near the area. You walked in seeing one that looked like it has various options knowing your senpai wanted a distinct flavor. You walked in, buying their drinks. With two cardboard trays on your hand and a plastic bag slung on your arm. "Do you need help miss?" The staff asked, shaking your head.

"No! i got it! Thank you!" You said before turning around to exit the cafe. You actually did this all the time so it wasn't a bother at all. You can even talk to the phone despite handling it all. Speaking of it, your phone is ringing now. Pocketing it out. You clammed the device between your shoulder and ear.

"Senpai?— yeah yeah" you continued to converse that you didn't realize where you were going. Until someone hit your shoulder. Where your phone was. The phone slid off of it as that person caught it so quickly.

"Oh! you have good reflex! Thank you!" You said as you got your phone out his grip. About to meet his gaze. "Thank you—"

"Y/n let me help you with that!" Your senpai called you.Letting your attention fall into your running senpai. "I'll be going now" The man said.

"Oh? Thank you!" You just bowed at the walking figure.

Looking up the man was a few meters away already. He was in a suit, his hair was in a dark undercut. The man was tall with a fit stature.

"Hmmm who's that? someone from your past?"

"Nah I just bumped onto him"

"So cool~ he's so handsome!"

"eh? You just saw his back" You deadpan, Naoko smiled before helping you with your stuff. You gave the man another glance, seeing his figure getting smaller as he walk away from your sight.

"How dumb it is that I didn't see his face" You say shaking your head at that sillyness.

Days passed since your move in in the studio, and your apartment. Your mom calling you every now and then, scolding you about your cooking.

"Yes yes mom, tonight I'll be cooking. Since I've moved in now completely" You lied with a lop sided smile. Your boxes are literally everywhere.

"Fine fine— I hope you get to date now tokyo has a lot of handsome men!" She chirped making you giggle at her enthusiasm. "Eh? I don't have time for that you know it gets busy when it's deadline mom"

"I know I know I was just joking— Hope your safe there okay? Visit your dad sometime I'm sure he misses you"

"Yeah I think I'm still not ready for that maybe next decade" You jokingly say, your mother laughed at the other end. You finished your call with her, a sigh coming out of your lips. You picked up your stylus. Exercising your wrist.

"Hey y/n wanna dine with us later with the higher ups?" Your senpai suggested rolling her swivel chair bumping it to yours. You smiled, shaking your head. "Nah it's hard to get along with those old geezers"

"Alright then, maybe next time"

That night you worked overtime. Working on the 2 pages for the manga your team was working on. They already assigned you to be the colorist of the official art. You blinking your eyes a few times adjusting to the light of your digital screen.

Animation is my passion. Sucks ass. You jokingly sighed out. Remembering your aspirant ass.

Your phone ringing, you looked at it. The screen saying it was an unknown number. Craning your neck to the side curiously, you declined it. Maybe wrong number. It was 10 pm already so.

Another call was ringing you. Picking it up it was your Hatori Senpai reminding you to rest to which you can't entirely refuse. "Fine fine"

You went down the building only to be met by the receptionist. She was already cleaning up her desk. "Oi you're L/n san right, someone's been waiting for you for a while now"

"Eh? Is it the higher ups?"

"No, A guy in a suit." The receptionist say. "I just shooed him away, you missed him by minutes" She said fixing up her things. You nodded, going out in the parking lot.

It was empty. With just the streetlights lighting the area. It was cold as the wind blew your hair. You shivered. You deciding to move now before you scare yourself with your imaginative thoughts.

Fingers then held your wrist.

"Excuse me"

You turned around as your eyes met the same cerulean cat eyes you've always fawned over. Nostalgia waved over you as the man infront of you smiled.

"It is you" He said chuckling. You blushed hearing his laugh. Widening your eyes. Realizing what was happening.

"Ch-chifuyu-kun?!"

—

You found yourself seated on his car, clearing your throat. As he drove very silently. "How are you chifuyu-kun" You asked looking at him with an awkward smile, feeling so nervous around him.

God. This isn't a dream is it?

"I'm fine, I'm sorry if this was so sudden— right here?"

"It's okay— yes yes there's traffic there though" You told him but too late he turned right driving himself into traffic. What bad luck. This is too awkward you think. You taking the time, admiring the boy next to you.

He looked so different now. He looked more mature than his usual boyish self. Still he was charming as ever.

Duh, it's been 12 years y/n.

His blonde hair turned into jet black. Though he still had the same undercut. Bangs a little longer.

Still he looked so good.

Jaw more defined, His soft clear skin on his face that was usually bruised in your middle school days. You smiled. He looked more attractive with his whole suit and that one piercing of his making the look so hot.

"You're an animator now?"

"Hm I'm more onto the pre production but yeah" You said smiling at him. Chifuyu looked at you nodding, eyes admiring that smile of yours.

"Do you want to grab something to eat? I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to be working up until 10 pm?" He asked, you giggled. Waving your hands. "I've already eaten" As if on cue, your tummy starts grumbling. Embarassed, eyes looking at the side. Mentally face palming.

"W-well I-I was snacking?" You stuttered.

Chifuyu laughed, heart warming up at your stuttering. You were still the same y/n. He brought you to somewhere that is still open. A sushi place.

"You going to the reunion?" He asked you as you both finished taking your orders. You tucked your hair behind your ear. Shaking your head.

"Hmmm,,, I haven't really kept in touch with anyone so it'd be embarassing" You explained, making him nod. "Now that I think of it. . . How did you find me?"

"Hm you can only guess"

Looking at his smug figure, you blinked twice. Trying to think of how. Him smiling at your oblivious expression. You were really trying hard to think of it.

"I guess my reflex skills wasn't enough to impress you." He finally said it. Your eyes widen, clicking your fingers. Pointing at him.

"Oh!!! why didn't you say hi before?!"

"Hmm I think you were busy but I realized you were always so busy" The jet black haired man explained laughing at your work antics just earlier.

"Hey I just didn't realize the time" You pouted, defending yourself.

The late dinner went on with you and him just catching up with the lighter things. You and him having a great time actually. Stories of your old classmates, memories of the teachers you both hated. He mentioned Peke J, still healthy and chubby. Making your eyes sparkle at the information.

Seeing Chifuyu made you feel warm. A familiar tint of feelings in your childish heart lit up. It was refreshing—like pink petals blowing into your face when it was spring. It was pure elation seeing your first crush. It was the best feeling ever.

After eating, you guys finally reached your home. Going down the car, He waited for you to go inside your apartment.

"It was nice catching up with you chifuyu kun~" You smiled at him. "Y/n." He called. You turning your head towards him. His hand pulled you into him. Wrapping his arms around you. Damn it I can't resist it. He sighed.

You blushed, smiling you just hugged him back. Patting his back. "It's really nice to see you again y/n" He whispered. You nodded, humming "It was nice seeing an old friend, I hope to see you more here."

"You're not leaving again?" He asked you looking down at you. You shook your head.

"Nah, I'm staying here in tokyo now. More opportunities for our studio" You say leaning back meeting his cerulean eyes. "Wanna go out again?" He asked. You grin.

"Sure!"

The next day he came back again in your workplace. Your Naoko senpai gushing over him. Her whispering to your ear how he looked so rich. Seeing an expensive watch attached on his wrist and his suit. Neat, and ironed. "You hit the jackpot. He's so handsome" She winked, you shushing her.

This day you had plans. Plans to go out of work early, so you can start on fixing your things in your apartment. Chifuyu offered help. Cheeks flushed you tried to push him away because there was so much mess, it was embarassing.

"It's not y/n— let me help you" Chifuyu convinced you. "Fine fine." You just pouted puffing your cheeks, suddenly he poked it. "I always want to do that" Chifuyu chuckled before pinching your cheek.

Your ears turning red you quickly went in your apartment, cleaning your mess first before letting him in. Rolling his sleeves, he helped you with the heavy boxes moving it around.

"Don't you have work chifuyu-kun" You said as you took out some of your things placing them on their respective furniture storage. Curious why was he here now.

He was on the floor opening boxes for you. He glanced up to you. "Well my boss won't mind"

"What kind of boss is he"

"Well my boss is takemichy, do you remember the name?" He chuckled lightly. You furrowed your eyes. Wasn't he suppose to respect his boss? this guy.

"Hm was that the guy with banana hair?" You asked. To which he just nodded. "You work in what business?" You continued to ask casually.

"Hm different ones?" He sounds so unsure it made you think of different things. "Don't tell me you're in a mafia now" You jokingly say, remembering how he clearly went into fights when you guys were in middle school. You smiled remembering how you would get so upset at his face all beaten up in mornings. Always reminding yourself to bring doraemon bandaids.

"Haha that's funny" He said as his tone changed. He was in fact in a mafia, being assistant of his partner Takemichy. God, he was even a spy. (This is the future after valhalla arc)

He then opened another box. Curious, he peeked in— revealing a large sized stufftoy.

Doraemon!

Chifuyu smiled grabbing it. "You're still into this?" He teased you, wrapping his arms around it. You look back at him with a raised brow only to see him cuddling your stufftoy.

"Oy! I just want hugs in the night! I'm lonely!" You say pouting, making him laugh.

"I can give you hugs" Chifuyu casually say playing with the plush's hands. Not realizing what he said he looked at you. You just stood there with blushed cheeks.

God you looked so different, but not really at the same time. You were always so pretty but he thinks it evolved into beautiful especially your features got more refined.

You were the prettiest, he can just laugh how his 15 year old self would just deny that fact. Being himself now made him understand what he felt about you back then. He really really admires you.

He's so overwhelmed the day he found you. He didn't even know what to do. Hearing your name suddenly called out like that, he walked away.

The night came as you two finished up. Your apartment looking so minimally comfy. The space was now seen.

"Do you want to drink?" You offered him, bringing out some can beers. He nodded "Sure."

You two set up the tea table on the living room. Bringing out snacks you bought earlier. Looking for that card game you packed.

Woah, he thought. He never really expect you'd drink alcohol together. It really hits how long has it been.

"Aha! I win again." You say grinning. "Noo" He said before chugging down his drink. One can of beer turned into buying another pack again, You're beginning to slur your words. Chifuyu was good with alcohol surprisingly. (Maybe because he spent too much time drinking with takemichy) You stretch your arms. Resting your back on the couch.

Stopping the game you two just talked about funny things. "Pizza is good with pineapple." He suddenly said making you giggle. "Eh? You still remember that? I just said that to elongate our conversation." You looked at him at your side with a sleazy smile. He chuckled at this, your cheeks were so pink and squishy.

"Is that so??"

"I made every effort for you to like me back? And up until now you haven't realized that?" You slurred your words, pouting. Chifuyu widen his eyes at what you just said.

"I even saw that girl kissing you" You huff crossing your arms together like a child. Chifuyu sudden felt cold sweat on his temple. "You saw that?"

"Yeah, that was suppose to be the day I confess to you!—"

Suddenly his lips were pressed onto yours. A short quick peck to make you shutup. You widen your eyes at this as he leaned back. "Hm they are soft."

"h-huh?"

"I've always wondered what they would feel"

"Y-you're,,,,, hmf stupid chifuyu" You head turning to the side feeling your heart was gonna burst at the things he was saying. "Is that why you ignored me the next days?"

The jet black haired man laughed at your pouting lips. "I'm sorry about that day, that girl suddenly kissed me. It was so sudden i pushed her away"

"Oh." You trailed off, listening to what he was saying. You looked at him now with a smile. "I guess I must've overreacted a bit, sorry" You showed him your playful wink raising your fingers showing him a peace sign. Chifuyu chuckled before kissing your cheek, holding your hand. "I like you y/n so much" He said chin resting on your shoulder.

"I like you too" You say hugging his figure, as your eyes started to feel heavy you fell asleep. He smiled kissing your cheek.

The next day you found yourself on the sofa with him hugging you tightly. Memories of the night before came flashing back on your mind. You continue to stare at him and his features.

How can someone look so good sleeping?

"Goodmorning" His husky voice greeted you as you just stared at him. You blushed finally pushing yourself up to stnad. "You're already awake?"

"Yeah I thought you wanted to stare at me sleeping so I pretended to be" He smirked, cerulean eyes going up to your figure. You blushed at this kicking his leg harshly, pouting. "Just because I told you I did like you desperately doesn't mean you—"

"I was hoping a goodmorning to you too chifuyu" He said sitting up on the couch, pulling your waist in his arms. Burying his face on your tummy. "Don't go touchy on me— y-you didn't even ask me out" You said pouting as you stuttered. You crossed your arms. Him giving you a low chuckle.

"Then let's go on a date today, it's friday"

And you did. It was fun it felt like highschool all over again. You didn't get to experience any of this because you were so busy adjusting to your life in sendai. Helping out your mom. You told chifuyu about it. Him suggesting he would show you everything you had missed in your youth.

Chifuyu didn't mind doing all this for you. Make up for lost time. He really missed you so much, you and your antics. It was his turn to take care of you, he wanted to return your efforts.

"Chifuyu, we got so much time to do that, don't worry it's not like I'm gonna disappear"

"Yeah and you say that as if you didn't disappear before leaving me with so many questions"

"Then let's start with that!" You say with a giggle. Chifuyu deadpanned pinching your cheek. The day just continued on with you both visiting different places in tokyo. It amazes you how tokyo changed in 12 years. That sentence alone made you feel old.

A week has passed, your relationship blossoming. Chifuyu handled it very well, him taking it slow for you. Since you both were now working. And you were still new to all of this. You had a few share of date set ups by your mother.

Him laughing at your escape stories.

He held your hand, kissed your cheek. Hugged you. Though he hasn't kissed you again after that night you both got drunk. Though you wanted him to.

The day of the reunion came and he was able to convince you to join.

In your best clothes, you dressed up nicely. Clicking on your earrings, you looked at the mirror with light makeup on. Wearing your coat you slipped on some loafers. Chifuyu driving to your place to pick you up. He smiled at you.

Eyes admiring your whole divine visual. With your hair looking so naturally curled. Eyelashes longer than it was before. Eyes sparkling with the perfect shaded lipstick and blush complimenting your beautiful skin.

You look so stunning.

"I bought you something"

"Eh?"

He then pulled it out in his pockets. A box. You opened it seeing a silver gold necklace in it. Your eyes looking at him, elated. "So pretty, thank you fuyu~" You cooed appreciating it. He smiled letting him put it on you, kissing your nape afterwards.

You two went inside the restaurant with linked arms. Only to be met by familar faces, you widened your eyes at some people started to notice you. "Is that you l/n-chan?!" Some of the boys in your class before started to gush.

"Our angel~" The boys cooes, them bowing at your appearance you giggled realizing who they were now. "Y/n chan~?!? where did you goooo!" Some girls approached you as well, to which you have known your closest classmates that would help you out on chifuyu. Rika chan and Hana chan!

"Are you and chifuyu-kun together now!?" They said stealing you away from chifuyu. You looked at him giving him an apologetic smile, he just nodded. Him spotting his friends.

"Oi oi oi what was that?" The teasing began.

Finally everyone attended, you guys settling on one big table. You guys enjoying your dinner, while you talk about your lives. Old sweet hearts, that you didn't get to see because you left so early.

It was a heavy recap on mostly you. Some already married with kids already. Showing them baby pictures you adored. Rika and Hana apparently living together. They are both in the same culinary industry. "God I missed a lot"

"Yeah, you have to make it up for us! go to our wedding!" They say. Yasuda your clubmate ended up in the fashion industry.

Your eyes started to wander around looking for a lilac haired man.

"Y/n chan your skin is still so nice~" Your classmates started complimenting you. You blushed at this.

"You're even more prettier now, I'm so jealous" Other classmates told you, fawning over you. You wave your hands at them, still feeling so shy about compliments. "Eh? you guys look amazing too!"

Chifuyu noticed your roaming eyes. "Are you looking for mitsuya kun?" He whispered next to your ear. You hummed. "Hmhm where is he?"

"Maybe he'll come a little late, don't worry" Chifuyu said patting your shoulder. You smiled at this. The table continued to tease the jet black haired man, his friend giving those familiar toothy grins you remembered before. You giggled.

"And I thought you never liked anyone chifuyu" His other friend said sobbing, patting his back so heavily. The night just continued with everyone so happy and successful. You felt your heart warm seeing familiar faces. Feeling a bit overwhelmed on how you didn't expect to see them after 12 years.

The night ended so quickly. You went to the bathroom after chifuyu said that you guys should go ahead because you needed rest especially you had tight deadlines coming in your way.

This was an excuse because he wanted to spend time with you. Some classmates keep stealing you away from him.

Shaking off the water from your hands, you went out to see Chifuyu already waiting for you leaning on the wall. Looking like he had just ended a call from his phone. Pocketing his phone he stood straight.

"Let's go?" He asks to which you just nodded. Assisting you first, his hand went to your lower waist, leading you out. "Before we leave, I have someone who wants to meet you" The jet black haired man smiled. You just nodded curious to what he was saying.

He led you outside in the parking lot. To see a man standing by a car. He had the same lilac hair of mitsuya. Though you had second thoughts because of his mullet hair cut.

"Is that?"

"Yeah, you should go and greet him" Chifuyu smiled at you, chuckling at your questioning face. He pats your head. You walking your pace towards him, you wrapped your arms around him. "Mitsuya-kun! I'm sorry!!!! I left you with so many club projects!" Was the first thing you said. Mitsuya laughed at this.

Chifuyu watched as you two conversed so excitedly. Well you mostly. Chifuyu leaning his back on his car, checking his contacts. Knowing this is gonna take a while. After it felt like an hour, His cerulean eyes went up to look at you so happy. Seeing that you two exhanged numbers.

"Let's meet again, my feet are cramping because of you" Mitsuya joked out, you pouted. He laughed at this patting your head. "I'm glad he saw you again. Or you wouldn't be standing infront of me right now"

"You're so emo what happened to cool you?"

"Meanie, I'm guessing you two are hitting it off"

"Yup"

"Good. I'm going now. See you on tuesday."

After that little meeting you waved your hand at the lilac haired boy as he drove his car away. You skipping you way to chifuyu you hugged him.

"Thank you fuyu~"

He blushed at the sudden nickname. "Anything for you, angel" He grinned leaning it to kiss your forehead. Earning a thank you text as well from Mitsuya.

Chifuyu then drove you home, stopping at your apartment. He smiled at you, as you look at him with a pout. You wanted to spend more time with him.

Why was the car ride so quick. Think quick y/n.

"See you tomorrow" Chifuyu said leaning in to give your cheek a kiss but you caught his shoulders. His eyes giving you a questioning look.

"Wanna drink in my house?"

"Again?"

Drink again it is. Chifuyu took off his jacket and tie, few buttons of his shirt are now unbuttoned. Feeling heat take over him as you both drink.

You challenged him on who had the most advantage when it comes to alcohol tolerance. Chifuyu immediately refused your offer. He wouldn't want to get you drunk, resulting you to pouting.

"Hey chifuyu, are you still a virgin?"

"Y/n why are you straightforward?" He said flicking your forehead as you giggled. "How about you then" His eyes going observing as you poured on your own glass, taking your drink once again.

"No I asked you first." You furrowed your brows hugging your knees together.

"Does it matter if I say no?"

"Your loyalties are revoked" You pointed at him to which he just chuckled. He held your jaw puffing your cheeks together.

"I know what this is y/n, No. "

ah shit he got me.

"Whyy?"

"We'll take this slow" He said letting go of your cheeks. He rested his head on your couch seats. Looking up.

"And If I say I don't want to?"

"My efforts to resist you is now thrown aside" He said looking back at you licking his pink lips. Your ears and cheeks flushed. He smiled. "You're too drunk now though, let's not"

"I only had one because you kept taking mine" You say pointing at your one glass. Looking at him innocently. Chifuyu glanced at it then you. Your glossed lips doing that irresistable pout again. He bit his.

"One kiss" He said his hand going up, his findex finger point up. You smiled moving to straddle his lap. Leaning in to kiss his lips, so chaste.

"One kiss. Done" You said smiling. "another one" He said, You leaned in to claim his lips once again. "Second kiss." You say. "Third"

Another kiss to another. He finally sat up straight kissing yours deeply. You closed your eyes melting into it. Tasting bitterness and sweetness at the same time. Slowly his hands wrapped around your waist. Caressing your sides so tenderly. You feel heat taking over your body, your core started to feel heightened.

He continued to give you harsh sucking. You gasping out for air, you continue to kiss him. Slowly grinding your cunt down on his hardening bulge.

"Are you sure—" Kiss. "—about this?" He muttered between the wet kisses. You hummed in response. His fingers lacing itself to the back of your thighs. He carried you with ease, you snaking your arms around his neck. Opening your door so easily without fail, he continued to pepper the soft skin of your neck. You whimpered at this feeling.

He finally settled you on your bed. You looked at him, flushed. Pressing your thighs together. You both stared each other with hooded lids.

Your soft shiny hair sprawled on the mattress looking so perfect, your face flushed, lip sucked bruised. Clothes a bit wrinkled. Skirt hiking up to show your beautiful soft thighs and panties. A wet patch already seen. He bit his lip, watching you writhe just by his kissing.

"You look so beautiful, angel" He praised you kissing you deeply again climbing on top of you, enjoying the feeling of your lips against him. His thumb caressing your cheek.

He started to take off your top leaving you in your bra. Your skin feeling cold for a bit. Lips going down to your neck. You shut your eyes letting out tiny whimpers as he sucked on your unblemished skin. Letting his tongue dart out making you bite your lip.

He started to fondle your clothed breasts so gently "Chifuyu" A whiny moan came out of your pretty lips. "Hm" He hummed pulling the bra down, letting your breasts perk out. His lips enclosed on your mound. His other hand was fiddling the other between his index and thumb.

His cerulean eyes watching you with growing lust seeing your contorted face. Feeling his pants tighten, at the tiny sounds. you were making. Continuing to suck on your tits. Lapping at them, torturing the skin around red bruised.

You were now half naked infront of him. You were such an angel. You pouted at him as he you saw him still in clothes. He chuckled. "Alright, alright." He said before unbuttoning his shirt. Removing it. You blushed at his soft pale skin and toned stomach. His fingers raking through his hair before leaning in to kiss you once again.

Though, you were getting too impatient as you cunt was pounding so loudly. Wanting to get filled.

"Chifuyu please" You plead him, as you grind your clothed heat on his thigh. Eyes glossed. He clicked his tongue "Damn angel I'm doing this slowly for you. . . but you're so needy hm?"

Your cheeks feeling warm out of embarassment of the words he said. You turn your head to the side. The latter can only smirk at your action, Chifuyu held your chin making you look at him. His hand going down slipping past the band of your panties. Palming your heat.

"Tell me princess what do you want then?" His fingers started rubbing your wet slick. You just looked at him with that same irresistable pout. That innocent eyes just wanting to get touched so badly.

"I want you inside of me" You whined.

"Is that so?" He said suddenly thrusting two thick fingers in your wet hole. He smirked how it went in so easily. "mmmm so wet" He muses, making you bite your lip, feeling his thick long fingers in you. "mmm chifuyu"

The jet black haired man suddenly pulled the flimsy lace cloth down. Leaving you now in your black stockings that stops on your mid thigh. Making you gasp as the cold air hit your wet slit. Out of instinct you pushed your thighs together.

"Now let's keep them apart shall we?"

Pushing your thighs down apart. Opening your legs wide for him. Seeing your bare wet pussy full on display infront him. The tiny hole undefiled, unbruised. Clenching into nothing. Wetness started drip down out of it.

Chifuyu could only hiss at how wet you were. How long have you been waiting for him to dick you down.

He dipped down his head, tongue finally lapping you juices. The tip sliding up and down your slit occasionally hitting you aching nub.

You can only sigh at the long wanted pleasure he was giving you. Chifuyu eating you out with your leg spread so wide open, made you feel embarassed. You hid yourself with an arm on your eyes. Continue to sob as the feeling of his tongue toying with your precious nub. His fingers spreadin your lips apart, letting your clit bulge out.

He was enjoying this lapping his tongue on your cunt. Laying it flat so slowly, then flicking the tip up on your burning clit.

"You taste so sweet angel, fuck." His breath fanning your hole. Spitting on your hole, your thighs joltes and started to quiver.

This was so so good.

"Chifuyu" Your high pitch moan was finally let out. fuck he loves it so much. His lips sucking onto your pounding nub you felt yourself coil in his touch. He then plunged in his two fingers, thrusting it hard and deep curling, easily finding your sweet spot when you started whining, hips moving a bit to which he pins down.

With him continuing to hit your sweet spots, you feel your lower tummy starting build up. Chifuyu noticing how your spongy walls started clenching around his fingers.

"Are you close? use me princess go on." Your breathing hitched as you started grinding your hips shamelessly on his face. "Cum, cum, cum." He teasingly cooed in his low voice, adjusting his pace towards your liking. You rolled your eyes, biting your lip as you came undone.

He started unbuckling his belt, he pulled out his shaft, it was 6 inches long. Curved. With a red tip. It was pale. A few veins. You felt yourself tightening around nothing. Looking at him with glossed eyes through your long lashes.

"Tell me if it hurts, I'm gonna stop immediately" He tells you before climbing on top of you kissing your cheek, hot. Immense hooded eye contact between you two, everything was so foggy.

You kissing him with your mouth open, as he kissed you back so deeply. Leaving you in pants, as he licked your bottom lip so languidly.

Feeling his tip on your entrance, you shut your eyes as he stretched you out. Furrowing your brows, feeling the pain hit you. Your hymen snapping, from just him halfway in you.

Finally entering inside you full. You can feel your lower abdomen so full. He hissed hiding his face on your neck. So tight, fuck.

You felt him gotten bigger inside of you. You whimpered at this feeling his shaft throb against your gummy walls. His red tip brushing up your sensitive core.

"You can move now" You whisper next his ear. With that chifuyu moves so slowly. Thrust his shaft in and out of you so languidly, passionately. You rolled your eyes at the sensation. You were so full. Tiny whiny moans came out of your lips, as he thrust back up to you. Wrapping your legs around his hips. Wanting him deeper in you.

Tightening yourself around him. He bit on your shoulder. "Fuck angel, If you keep doing that I might cum right now" He says. He was still resisting himself, continuing his slow thrusts for you to adjust.

"Chifuyu, faster please" You say softly on his ears. With just your approving words he immediately thrust back to you deeper. Hips touching, he then started to go on a fast pace. Making your body jolt up and down with his. "Hmm chifuyu so good so good"

You were so warm and tight for him, feeling your liquid coating his cock so fluidly. It was enticing. The jet black haired man groaned as he continued to hit that sensitive spot of yours the he finds so alluring, wanting to hear more of your lewd high pitched sounds. "mm ah! ah! c-chifuyu " You continued to moan his name as he fucked you out. Hips slamming into yours every thrust. You just arched your back.

"Feels good?" He cooed against your ear, making you nod at him. Lolling your tongue out. So fuck out. "You're so good for me, angel... fuckk" He groaned slamming his length towards the back of your pussy so fast causing you whimper. Your vision becoming clouded of your tears.

"C-close"

"Again? go on pretty cum for me" He groaned, picking up the pace for you, feeling himself close to his limit. Suddenly he gripped your back thighs. Curling you, into half. You whining at the sudden change of position, feeling more full than before.

"mm so f-full" You whined.

"Fuck, angel I'm so close."

You two came. Him still grinding inside of you riding out your high as your cunt was rimmed with his cum. You panted, jolting a bit. Quivering at the high. He leaned down to kiss you again passionately. "Good girl." He smiled kissing your cheek. He pulled out of you.

You were still breathless.

"Let's get you cleaned up?" He offered, you shaking your head because you wanted to rest. Only to save you from his teasing. You can't feel your legs right now.

"noo cuddle!" You say crossing your arms.

"Nooo lets take a shower then go to sleep"Chifuyu retorted. You shake your head. His lip turning to a lop sided grin. "You can't walk? can you?"

"Fuck you."

"You just did. C'mon I'll carry you"

You smiled feeling his warmth embrace you. I guess your efforts didn't go to waste at all.

"Chifuyu kun~ I'm y/n! " The first time he heard your serene voice made his chest feel swell overwhelmed. A wave of feeling took him, it was like the wind blowing through his nose in spring.

You gave him endless bliss the first time you talked to him.

Endless bliss that he didn't notice he needed in his life.

[hyukmoon]

moon. | l.sy x gn!reader

lee sangyeon x gn!reader

word count: about 4.01k

to put it short: congrats! Something you should actually say, right? Your best friend and crush is getting married in two days and you feel,... well, not very good about it. So, wait... he's returning the feelings? Damn.

content warning: ANGST in capital letters, I would add lots of exclamation points but im lazy. So yeah, hella angsty. Some good old making out, it's kind of heavy at some point but no smut at this point lol. I don't condone any of the done actions, so yeah, I would've personally handled everything differently, but you know, y/n is kinda wild. Very awkward sometimes, but that's more the situation in itself. ALSO, NOT PROOFREAD

taglist: @loki-in-hogwarts

note: the second thing i wrote and im somewhat excited!!! Yes! Exclamation points. So,... thanks for reading :)

It was a great day. Well, at least seemingly for everyone but you. Your best friend in this world Sangyeon was about to get married to the love of his life, who is notyou and now you just stand in the hotel lobby waiting for it to happen. Funnily enough, the crushing feeling of desperation and fear didn’t seem to set in yet.

The hotel lobby was filled to the brim with acquaintances and other guests possibly confused by the uproar of the wedding guests. So, who were you specifically waiting for? The rest of your friend group, the ones who will most likely clean up after the wedding whatever will be left of you.

A nervous smile swept up to your lips, casually just avoiding every sort of tension that could come across you. Just with the luck of this entire occurrence an older woman started to approach you, demon alike features spreading around her face almost like she knew you were apparently the only single person here. An aunty, that wasn’t even related to you but had all the business to judge.

“Are you here for the bride or the groom?”, her sweet voice rang a familiar feeling in your stomach. Almost too sweet, making you suspicious of her intent. “I’m here for my best friend, Sangyeon. So, yeah, for the groom.”, you hesitated a second, “What about you though? Do you know the bride?”

“She’s my youngest niece, the only one that still visits, her sisters don’t even care anymore…” You nodded politely, not wanting to anger her now and stepped towards a different direction.

“So, my dear, are you here with anybody?” You already feared that question, the same as always. The eyes of yours started with a panicked expression searching through the room a familiar pair. “No, I am here on my own. I kinda wanted to focus on getting Sangyeon through with it, being there for him.” As a friend.

Possibly this was the first part of feeling despair and fear. People at this wedding were really waiting for them to get married. They weren’t joking, this would change everything.

“Ah, I see. You know, get over him. Well, it is time for you at least, you’re not getting younger. There are quite few handsome men here. I remember the names Juyeon and ah yes! Kevin, get over here!” As far as you were concerned, your facial expression couldn’t possibly look more stunned than a moment ago, yet another one of your good friends appeared, seemingly just as confused.

This only held on for a good second, Kevin knew exactly what to do. “Oh hi, I’m so sorry to steal [Y/N] away from you, but I actually need to talk to them on my own over a gift we both prepared for the couple!”, he grinned at the lady, who was obviously smitten with him. “Yes, of course, hun. Take your time.” She finally hushed into a separate direction.

“So, how are we doing? You seem kinda… stressed.”

“You don’t say”, you sighed, “if I have to go through a conversation like this again today, believe me I’ll-. “

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure I get the sentiment. Even though I meant more the other situation. Like in, Sangyeon getting married and you sitting here all grumpy because of it.”, Kevin was already aware of your “small” infatuation with your best friend, a man too far out of your reach also funnily enough, the man’s wedding you’re attending. However, your friend in front of you didn’t seem to mind talking about it out loud in a place like the hotel lobby. Your lips tightened up into a fine line.

“I’m not grumpy! I just…I don’t really know what to do. I mean, I know I’m going to be there for him but yeah, okay, I might feel a bit grumpy.” The lobby did clear up a lot now.

“Okay, oof. There’s this dinner with everyone in the evening today, do you think you can get through that?”, Kevin asked hesitantly just as stressed with this additional complication.

“I mean, I probably have to, don’t I? This makes me so sick, ugh. Not gonna lie, my stomach feels like a laundry machine.” You laughed quietly and drifted off again into a place where you didn’t need to think about this.

“What did you really expect though? You know I love you, respectfully, but like, this feels like an incredibly bad move to do.”

“Don’t you think it would be worse if I didn’t show up at all? I’ll just need to go through this weekend and I’m outta here. No one will know anything.” It might feel like a nightmare but at least a nightmare you can actually run away from and not actually have to face at some point.

“Well, I hope you’ll keep your confidence. Because imagine I saw the person, I love getting married to someone else. Oh my, believe me, you wouldn’t find me for the next three weeks.”

“Not very helpful, a good three out of ten. I guess, I’ll just stick to sulking around then.” A dead smile crept up your lips following a stern look from your side at your opposite.

“Seems like a good plan, just stick to me, maybe we will find someone to take your attention away from this, huh?” A sly grin was visible on Kev’s face.

“Ughhh, of course. Let’s do this. It can’t get much worse than that”, you cleared your throat, “thanks, though. You actually make this here somewhat bearable.”

“Awww, come on. We should pack out our suitcases.”

No one can really prepare someone for a moment like this. Most older folk turned into their hotel rooms which left you in a party like situation seeing your closest friends turning it up in a huge pavilion while the future groom sits comfortably on a velvety sofa hand in hand with his fiancée.

The air was quite warm even at this time of the evening, not humid, just warm enough for everyone to taste the end of this era with nostalgia and a slight feeling of energy to experience what’s to come afterwards.

You as well sat down, continuously processing your environment. With a cup of your favorite drink, you felt invincible, nothing able to shake you down.

Now while this wasn’t a preferred environment, this was manageable; you could look your best friend into his eyes and proudly congratulate him on his wedding. You would be able to get over this and continue to be a great friend. Black hair with an intense facial expression made its way into your viewpoint along with a somewhat tipsy Kevin. Simultaneously the lighter hair of your best friend fought his way through the crowd.

Lee Sangyeon, the man lighting up your mood with simple touch of his fingertips was now signalizing for you to head outside towards the veranda of the pavilion. He exuded patience, yet clearly waiting for a response of you. You nodded and brushed cautiously over your evening attire.

“Hii, [Y/N]! Can I introduce this someone to you? This is Juyeon, he might look a bit intense, but he’s really nice to talk to! So, I’m gone for a sec then!” Kevin started drifting off into a different direction where you stopped him in his tracks.

“Could this wait? Sangyeon needs to talk to me. I think it’s important, I’ll come back though in a bit!” You gifted both of them an apologetic face and made your way around the men towards the going to be groom.

Surely it wasn’t exactly clear why he wanted to speak to you, especially on his own. He was still waiting for you after all.

“[Y/N]! What has it been? Like three? Four months? I missed you so much.”, Sangyeon pulled you into his chest abruptly and sighed softly into your shoulder. Engulfed entirely in his figure you never wanted to wake up from this again. Was it now 10 seconds? 15 seconds? Neither he nor you really seemed to let go, taking in all the scents of his that were formerly familiar to you.

“Yeah, I think so. You were probably busy planning this all and I just had to work, I guess.” Trying to keep it short was your main goal, appearing distant maybe. He didn’t mind at all though. Not discouraged from continuing this conversation Sangyeon pointed at the veranda, showing the only speck of space with little to no crowd.

The veranda was close to closed off to the party. Non distinguishable palm trees in the far distance were playing right into your cards for not having to look into his eyes. Magnetically glowing, that’s how he appeared. All happy and smiley about the obvious luck he was experiencing. Now again, he sat down with you in the beach chairs without loosing a word.

“The palm trees are so pretty. You remember me wanting to buy some new plants?”, you tried to invite him to the conversation.

“You always want to buy new plants, which time do you mean?” Sangyeon grinned to himself. “You know what? It’s so weird. Everything feels still so unreal. This wedding, also you at my wedding… So weird.”

“I am literally your best friend, where else should I be? Your funeral? At home? Who else is going to charm the hotel staff for some free capri suns and new towels?” Your mouth crinkled up and you let out a soft laugh.

“[Y/N] … You know exactly what I mean!”

“Noo, not at all. I’m so confused right now, not gonna lie.” Your face finally moved towards his direction, seeing his gentle gaze resting on you.

“Do you remember when we were still in school, and we promised each other we would marry each other if we didn’t find anybody else?” His gaze got more intense with each sentence.

“Yeahh, kind of. I was probably tired and it’s like ten years ago. I’m not really sure what you’re trying to tell me.”

“I really thought I was going to marry you. For several years, actually.”, he laughed. “I had such a crush on you and then you met your s/o and all that. Ughh, it seemed so complicated back then. Kind of weird to think about what could have happened if I did ask you out or something.”

“True.”, you turned away again standing up and resting against the wooden railing of the pavilion. “But you didn’t so, let’s just drop it there.” The weather as well started rebelling a bit, the wind hugging your figure slightly too tight for your taste.

“Why are you so cold all of a sudden?”, he whispered closely behind you.

“Well, you’re getting married tomorrow. And you’re telling me about a crush you had on me?”, you croaked.

“I was just being nostalgic, I thought this would be fine with you.” Sangyeon appeared now next to you on the railing, waiting for you to face his concerned dark eyes.

“It isn’t for me. It just feels wrong.”

“What feels so wrong about it? It was a long time ago.”

It is here, the bitterness. Bitterness shouldn’t even be the correct term, the pain of your heart going into a slump didn’t feel like a fitting word. Being reminded again that you will never have a chance again.

“Wait or is it not a long time ago for you?”, The voice of his tried to word his next sentence very carefully.

“I went out with them because I thought you were joking. Then when I thought about you, it was always different. It was too late though, you met her.” Only the close ocean along with the wind were hearable, neither you nor he were able to form another thought put into a sentence.

“You could’ve told me. I would’ve-.”

“Broken up with her?”

“No, I-.”

“Then what could you have done?”, you interrupted Sangyeon’s rambling, trembling while speaking. Terribly spiteful with a bite that wasn’t too often dripping down your lips.

“This.” Sangyeon pressed a fluttery kiss against your lips. Slender fingers tapped onto the skin right under your chin, signalizing you to look at him.

The now much calmer atmosphere made you snake your arms around his torso. Heat rose towards your head, longing after a second out in the cold again just to see his lovely facial expression. Your lips broke off and touched once more in an almost hypnotic fashion.

His hot breath started sliding downwards your cheek to your neck, physically making you unable to resist his entrancing presence. Also his hands broached over from your face down to your waist, holding you with the lightest touch.

Sangyeon’s lips darted away from yours, catching you staring deeply into his eyes. The silence felt warm now as well, filled with the slow and recovering breath of the participants.

“[Y/N], I think I still feel that way.”, a rosy blush swept over the man’s face you wanted to hear say these things so many times and so long ago.

“No. No. No. You shouldn’t! I shouldn’t either! I have to go.” The reality of the situation caught up to you. This was bad. Incredibly bad. Still the disgusting feeling of hope within this made its way up to your head. Stinging alongside the feeling of remorse, you didn’t think clearly, especially now, next to him.

You darted in the fastest way possible from the pavilion up to the hotel to your room, leaving him there.

Today should be the final day. The hopes that already should have been buried a long time ago, crawled up again and clawed its way into your mind. What if he leaves her for you today? Like in those unrealistic rom coms. Yes, again, it was unrealistic.

Leaving her at the altar and running after you. While all those thoughts of hope and wishes came together you found yourself with a stomachache. His fiancée was an incredibly nice person, sweet and kind along with being a beauty. You shouldn’t even dare to think about Sangyeon that way anymore, she deserved a lot more. Quite honestly, you felt pathetic. Who were you to run into their possible future?

Just because of a simple brush over the lips, his eyes staring into yours like no one else existed but you and his soft hands delicately touching your waist. A tap on your shoulder put you out of your trance, “[Y/N]? Can you go up to Sangyeon’s room? He asked for you.” Kevin’s eyes glanced at you with uncertainty. Neither you nor he knew why he wanted to see you.

Even more importantly, why did he need to see you alone? This seemed like dangerous territory after, basically yesterday. Agony rose again, what if he really was going to leave her?

“Sure, I don’t know why he wants to see me again though.”, you said and left to see the groom’s room. You stumbled more and more over every step closer to the door of the man who’s going to rip your heart and air out of your lungs. The normally soft laid out carpet felt in this moment like you were stepping barefoot over glass. There was the door, brightly painted in eggshell paired with the digits of the hotel room.

Before you could reach the door to knock on it, light brown waves greeted your overtly surprised face.

“You clean up well.”, Sangyeon’s rang in your ears clearer than freshly hung-up laundry in your nose. His previously concerned face curled up into a faint smile.

“Same goes for you”, you tried your best to hide the very apparent frog in your throat, “So, why do you need me?”

“Just needed to see you before going out there, I guess.”, his voice got a lot quieter. It got silent.

Not sure if a said word was necessary, you plopped down on a small, velvety stool. Every whisper was to be heard. An otherness surrounded Sangyeon, like he wasn’t there anymore, and his thoughts took over his being. You scooted closer towards him, just wanting to see him up close for the last time like this, smelling his earthy cologne from this distance.

“Why are you doing this to me?”, your voice went close to hoarse after the question. He was just as silent as before. No sound, nothing. This torment of a weekend was supposed to end with no gratification, not feeling free from this feeling on your chest? Your hand slid over his, the most desperate attempt to get his attention while also experiencing his touch again. Sangyeon jerked his hand back and returned to his absent posture.

“Why do you want to hurt me like this? I am your best friend, and you use me like I’m nothing.” The lack of power you had now made you sink down to the beige teddy carpet. Small tears started swelling up in your nearly dry eyes, kind of contradictory, yet the more tear drops rolled down your cheeks the rottener and hollow you felt.

“You were my best friend until you-.”, he stopped midsentence, “made me feel things again I didn’t need, I didn’t want.” Also his face was wet, ridden with tears making his usually calm and cheerful persona look like a painful insult.

“You asked me here. It hurts, Sangyeon. I can’t make it stop hurting, I don’t know what to do”, you reached for him again, “Could I ever be enough for you?” He returned your former attempts to stroke your face. Cornering both of you, the air trapped you in the toxins of heartbreak and hopelessness.

Once again, Sangyeon’s hand glid over your soft skin and halted on your face. Glaringly staring into each other’s eyes, you were there again. The day before, yesterday. Close to baring the soul of each person present.

“[Y/N], it’s not about being enough. It never has been. I have made a commitment I already broke, I…I can’t do this”, he sighed, “you know I love her.”

“I thought you loved me as well.” Overwhelming nothingness overruled you, almost scaring you about this reaction. You weren’t crying, yelling nor having any physical reaction at all. It was convincingly numb; the resting hurt would come later. Sangyeon’s head dropped in the dip of your shoulder and neck.

This sort of closeness would never happen again. You feeling him breathing into you while having his comforting heartbeat close to yours.

“I do, but I can’t do this to her. I would never do this to her.”, he whispered into your shoulder. A sigh came from his side.

“Then, please. Kiss me, for the last time.” The last part of the sentence left a disgustingly bitter taste in your mouth. This was over, right? His head, which was formerly resting on your shoulder, drifted up and towards yours. Also his expression blank and hollow, like he didn’t know anything.

For the last time, his hands cupped your face in a comfortable manner. As always, he felt homely, but he surely wasn’t yours ever. Not even waiting a good second or two, the light brunette’s face came closer to yours. With no hesitation both of your lips touched tenderly, releasing every sort of affection that could be expressed at that second. You inhaled again his intoxicating scent, in the hopes of having him all over you. His now reddened lips moved closer towards your jawline making you gasp for air.

Also, you weren’t completely still, constantly shifting your hands up and down over his torso upwards his neck, desperately feeling everything, you can for the last time. Sangyeon’s locks tickled you softly while he suddenly latched his mouth onto your neck right below your ear.

“No. Please, I just want a kiss on my lips.”, you said lowly, closely resembling a whine afterwards. He complied pretty quickly, leaving you with no thought but him tickling your bottom lip with his warm tongue. With him being this fast, you didn’t want to keep him on his toes. Entirely engaged in this moment, hands surprised you again on your waist, wandering closer and closer under the blouse you were wearing. You moaned into the kiss, making him take the opportunity to maneuver his tongue into your mouth.

Similarly to you, he was also stunned for a short moment when you grabbed up onto some strands of hair. A sigh left his now plump lips, a need of fresh air arrived onto both of you. Yet this was short lived, his hands captured your chin and attached his lips again onto yours in a matter of mere seconds. A bell rang, close footsteps to be heard across the floor reminding you of the situation you were in.

“Why am doing this? I am so sorry.”, you broke off his lips and took a step backwards at the door.

“[Y/N], we both did this, and it won’t happen again. We just need some time without each other. I think it would be for the best if we don’t spend time together alone anymore.”

“Are you doing what I think you’re doing? I don’t know what to say. I-.”, His lips captured yours again fast with a lot more force behind his kiss.

A strong arm shut the about to be opened door again and hovered over your head. The other one caught grabbed your chin with an almost contradictory feeling to it, the lightest touch just to shove you into his direction. You sighed into his lips, waiting for him to commit with his tongue one more time. Buttery lips pressed against yours and clang inside your mouth. Fiercely did your tongues meet, ending with him sucking on yours. Wet cheeks batting against each other with no intent of separating, your movement still came to a halt.

“You know what? I hate this. I want you to be happy, then if it is with her, I will just y’know…go or uhm mind my business.”, you slurred the last part. It wasn’t really one of your most prideful moments. Still flushed with tears and embarrassment you dropped again against the room door.

“I ask for one condition though,” incredibly hearse was your voice after the crying and even more so because of your follow up, “I do not not want to see you for some time, I don’t want to have to see your face ever again.” Tears weren’t anymore swelling up in your eyes, they never seemed to stop running down with no chance of leaving this conversation with an ounce of self-respect and pride.

It wasn’t even really much of a problem to leave him behind for a bit, it most likely would be for the best anyway, yet while his words should only leave a small mark and feel like a ripped off band aid, you felt alone. A sense of loneliness crept stealthily into you leaving you with nothing but a severe feeling of dread.

“If that is what you want, I’ll respect that.” The room got quieter till you heard the last of his words: “Of course, I still want you in on my wedding though, you’re still my best friend.” Sangyeon’s usual soft and kind smile appeared on his face, seemingly reaching you an olive branch. The former assertiveness and confidence drained through the conversation; you were nothing but a wreck.

“Alright, I’ll be there.”

The ceremony was beautiful. Fairy like flowers were hung all across the beach space, making the place more surreal than it was to begin with. Everything light with a hint of light green and an even lighter lavender tone. The air seemed to have evaporated all the tension and sadness from your face. All across the seats were relatives and friends sitting with a nervously happy face. Ironically, he really thought it was going to be you someday.

“You’re [Y/N], right? Everyone always tried to introduce me to you. Now we’re sitting next to each other at Sangyeon’s wedding together! I’m Juyeon by the way.”

[yoshkeii]

𝟼𝚝𝚑 𝚆𝚒𝚜𝚑 | 𝟹𝟻𝟶+ 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝

࿐ character: Megumi Fushiguro, Satoru Gojo

࿐ prompt: 14) Injuries 15) Fistfights/Fights

࿐ type: headcanons (hcs)

࿐ requested by: anon for my 350+ event.

⌦ male!reader (he/him)

⌦ sfw, fluffy n caring parts (somewhere), crush hcs

⌦ tw: fights, injuries, mentions of blood

⌦ both prompts are applied to all characters.

⌦ ‘could I request (from the word prompts) 14 and 15 with Gojo and megumi? male reader hcs if its not too much’

A/N: more gojo content? from me? who knew? no one did. BUT- decided to put the reader as a v tough strong boi <3 we need strong y/n’s in this place pls

𝙶𝚘𝚓𝚘:

→ as a special grade sorcerer similar to Gojo, he really admired you, obviously of course-

→ only ever hearing about a popular, trusted, and strong special grade. he was interested on meeting you, always asking questions about you to the staff who knew or seen you.

→ this man has no boundaries when it comes to the topic of you, and quickly developed a crush once he laid his eyes on you. finally coming back from abroad of an curse infestation, somewhere- which Gojo didn’t bother remembering, he just... stared at you. 

→ fucking looking handsome and tough, and- he can go on. he will.

→ wearing a similar look to the uniform but instead in a more formal, tight fit look. sleeves rolled up to your elbows showing your forearms and the black gloves with [Favorite Color] on the palms. And of course the signature jujutsu high button w/ its swirled crest as a button below your tie.

→ your built was much bigger compared to him, having more broader shoulders and a body composition that could pack a fucking punch.

→ feeling an odd stare, you catch Gojo staring at you. mouth slightly ajar. 

→ raising an eyebrow you spoked, “should probably close your mouth Satoru.” your husky voice made his heart stop a beat, face flushing slightly.

→ he often called you for ‘help’ when he was in ‘trouble’ with some curses, only just to see you beat the fuck out of the curses in the end. easily exorcising them.

→ your e/c eyes met Gojo’s gaze as you blew off the dust from your gloved knuckles.

→ he really really REALLY, loved seeing your technique at work. surprised that your technique mainly involved blunt force and sometimes manipulation of most objects you touch, it had advantages.

→ but in reality, he just watched your punch your opponents and secretly wishing it was him sometimes.

→ Gojo questioned where or why your technique was like that at one point though. and you simply explained that your family taught boxing or some sort of fighting sport.

→ you even claimed you did underground fighting to gain some money as a teenager.

→ he practically swooned for you more after that. having some... imaginations in his mind of his.

→ this man tries to hide the obvious facts of his crush with snarky teases and retorts at you whenever someone brought it up. like sir... its.. its very obvious.

→ everytime you get badly hurt or injured, you still fight even if the pain is overwhelming. enduring the striking pain to win the battle.

→ Gojo once stumbled upon you at the infirmary while being treated by Shoko, the wounds you had were rather bad. but you sat there like nothing happened with just slight winces and ows.

→ ever since learning that fact, he always make sure to keep an eye on you when you both are out on a mission together. or... together in general.

𝙵𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚘:

→ Fushiguro knew you as the more reckless and clumsy type, and often compared you to Itadori.

→ being both carefree people who just uses hand-to-hand combat as their weapon. he didn’t think much of you. till...

→ you were one of the ones who came to save him from Todou. sending a punch that made gusts of winds, able to knock off a normal person’s balance. but... but that expression on your face he faintly saw, really stuck with him.

→ it was very tensed, serious, and out-right feral. he has never seen you like this. you looked like a beast that could and would kill on command, holding back for a mysterious reason he wish he knew.

→ as you turned to him, crouching infront of his view, the fierce expression your face had earlier quickly softened into the normal y/n he knew. he only just stared at you as you talked to him, which he didn’t pay attention to. only just staring at your face in admiration.

→ Fushiguro realized why your nickname among the 1st years would be ‘Mad-Dog’ or as literally anything fearful. Monster, a beast, a wolf... it goes on.

→ seeing that side of you, awoken what he didn’t think... he had. a fuzzy feeling in his stomach that made his mind wonder about you 24/7, him spacing out fairly often once you were in view, and the slight stutter in his voice gave little clues of his crush on you.

→ denying it a few times as Itadori and Nobara relentlessly teased him about it. he shortly accepted it as he slowly pieced up the clues and signs he gave.

→ flustering up in his room most of the time now.

→ Fushiguro has caught you working out in your own dorm on accident once. hearing slamming noises somewhere, following it, till it lead to your room. knocking on your door, you opened it to stare back him. 

→ “Oh! Hey, Fushiguro.. uh... what brings you here?” you say panting softly.

→ “I heard some noises coming from your room. So I came to check it out..” “What are you doing?”

→ “I’m just working out with my punching bag,” you opened the door a little wider to point at the punching bag in the corner of your room. “it’s a new one since I busted my old one just yesterday.”

→ “..b-busted??”

→ ever since then, he has helped you exercise. holding up gloves as you sent quick jabs. honestly the most intimidating shit he’s done with you. seeing the focused glare made a shiver run up his spine.

→ but often he can’t handle your punches, sometimes tripping onto the floor. which usually ends up with him watching you or lounge in your room.

→ Fushiguro tried not to watch so intently, but he was so mesmerized to see you in action. but the unwelcoming thoughts and details as he watched sweat drip down your face and muscles.

→ you caught him a few times staring while you exercised, resulting in a very flustered Fushiguro as he gazed away quickly with a deepened flush across his cheeks. a chuckle coming from you.

→ at one point you had hit the punching bag so hard it busted (again), you managed to gain few scratches on your knuckles. nonchalantly muttering, “..oh shit, i think i punched to hard-”

→ “what? what happened??” Fushiguro sat up from your bed, before spotting the dripping blood from your hand. “Y/n?! a-are you-?”

→ “Yeah I’m bleedin’ but its not that bad,” you laughed lightly. “mind gettin’ me the first aid on my desk?”

→ and so he did. he was genuinely worried that this wasn’t the first time this happened, but luckily the first time he saw it he convinced you to stop for the day.

→ he’s just worried for ya. if you can be so blunt about a deep wound on your knuckle, he knows for well you are the same for much worse injuries...

[wiypt-writes]

Leave No One Behind

Chapter 15- Leave No One Behind...

Co written with @icanfeelastormbrewing​

Summary: The magic thing about home is that it feel good to leave, and it feels even better to come back…

Warnings: Bad Language words.

Pairings:  Ari Levinson x OFC Hannah Horowitz

Word Count- 8k

Leave No One Behind Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Part 14

It was way past dinner time when Ari and Hannah got back to the resort. Fortunately, most of the guests had already called it a night and only a few remained on the beach enjoying the clear starry night and gentle sea breeze. Some of the staff were busy cleaning and clearing the dining area and the kitchen, so Ari asked the team to gather in the reception area as simply put, they had no time to waste.

The team shared concerned glances as Ari, with Hannah's help and assistance at some points, briefed them on the plan. He paced back and forth only stopping to check everyone was following him, and once he had finished explaining and everyone confirmed they had understood what they had to do, it was all systems go.

They needed to wait until all the guests were in bed and not a voice could be heard in the resort before they moved the refugees. Ari knew it cut their window of time down even more and, though it wasn't an ideal situation, he was painfully aware that they couldn't afford getting caught. It had already been hard enough for them to keep more than four hundred people away from suspicious ears and prying eyes and by rushing things he could blow all their hard work. But, ever true to his own nature, he was getting more nervous by the minute, his anxiety heightened by the fact that there was nothing he could do but wait. 

He stubbed his cigarette out in the ashtray on his office desk as his eyes roamed the room and took a deep breath, his fingers running through his hair. He needed to focus on what he had to do. The worrying about their safety and that of the refugees they had to smuggle from the country would have to be done later. Right now it was urgent that they got everything ready to abandon the resort in such a way that when Ahmed undoubtedly came looking once more, it appeared they’d done a flit due to a sudden “entrepreneurial vision” rather than it being a matter of "life or death".

The team were running around as sneaky and stealthily as possible, destroying anything that was too incriminating. Lighting a big fire to burn everything to ashes was not an option, the smoke would alert too many people and they also couldn’t waste the time it would require to ensure that everything burnt sufficiently in the small bonfire they occasionally had on the beach. Burying all incriminating evidence was out of the question- it was risky and sloppy too since no matter how deep you dug down on a sandy beach, it would eventually come back to the surface again. In the end, Max saved the day by using one of his suitcases as an improvised treasure chest into which they crammed everything they needed to dispose of. Jake and Sammy then added some extra heavy rocks which made sure it sank when they threw it overboard from one of their diving boats a fair way away from the shore.

Meanwhile, Hannah headed to her and Ari's hut to sweep the place. She was well aware she didn’t have the time or room to take anything that she couldn't put in her pockets or in Ari's small knapsack. She was going through the drawers on her bedside table when she found a stack of Polaroids, most of which dated from two years before when Sammy got her the camera. They were too incriminating to leave behind and, from a selfish point of view, she didn't want to leave them either.

She looked around as she stuck the set of polaroids in the back pocket of her jeans. As she took the now so familiar hut in for the last time, she felt a lump in her throat and her right hand instinctively flew to her firefly pendant. The last few years of her life passed in front of her eyes in a whirlwind. She had known from the moment Ari had set foot in the clinic that morning that it would mean a turning point in her day to day life, his presence around her always did, but what she had never suspected in a million years was the extent in which her life would change.

If someone had told her that day at the clinic, that she would embark on a secret mission to a dangerous African country with the man who had broken her heart all those years before, she would have told them to fuck off. But here she was two years later, about to leave that dangerous country and unofficially engaged to that very same man.

Her Lobo.

Wiping the tears from her eyes, she took a deep breath and had turned to leave the room when in the corner of her eye she spotted a photo stuck to the mirror that she had very nearly missed. She headed over to grab it looking down at the image of her, Ari and Simon on the beach. She smiled fondly at the memory of that day. Simon had been sick with food poisoning the previous night and they had spent almost all afternoon on the beach with him, trying to stop him eating anything he could steal from the kitchen, or rather to prevent Max from feeding him contraband…

And then it dawned on her, she was going to have to leave Simon behind.

Hannah felt a pang in her heart at the mere thought of it. Her throat suddenly felt like it was closing and tears began to well in her eyes. Simon had been her first support. Even when she hadn't had Ari, she had Simon. The dog had found her when she needed him the most and he had been her shadow ever since. It broke her heart to think what would happen to him when they were gone.

She wiped her face as she tried to rationalise it. She knew Simon had survived many years before her, but he now was her baby, and she couldn't help but worry. With a sniff, she took a deep breath, and blinked back more tears as she told herself she needed to be realistic. She was wasting time, and they had important stuff to do. So, with a final swallow, she hastily put the polaroid in her pocket, together with the other ones and headed out onto the beach without so much as a glance back at the hut.

When she got to the reception area, she found Ari there, checking through a filing cabinet. He looked up when he heard footsteps and smiled softly at her, but his smile slid into a frown almost instantly, as he could clearly see she had been crying. Hannah couldn't trust herself to speak, she knew her voice would break the moment Ari asked what was wrong, so she simply nodded and handed him the polaroids to put in his bag.

"Come here." Ari told her once his hands were free again, pulling her to him and holding her tight. "You've been crying, firefly." He whispered in her hair. But Hannah just sniffed in response. "I promise you I'm going to get us home safely, Han."

"But not Simon." She whispered and at her words she felt Ari's shoulders slump slightly.

"Yeah, I know." Ari sighed. "I don't want to leave him either but, well, the staff all love him. We'll leave him in the kitchen with food and water and they'll take care of him, sweetheart."

Hannah nodded. "I know..." and then her voice trailed off and she started crying again. She knew Ari was right but it was not like the staff could write to them back home telling them Simon was doing okay, sending them the occasional photo of the dog.

Ari tightened his hold of her and started rubbing her back in an attempt to sooth her grief a little bit and at that point there was a voice in the doorway. Hannah pulled away, hastily wiping her face.

"Sorry, but, we got one of the women in the huts and she doesn’t look great Hannah, I don’t know if it's nerves or something…" Rachel explained, almost apologetically.

"Yeah, I’ll erm, come now." Hannah nodded, before looking at Ari who gave her a soft smile.

Ari watched her go and sighed, taking a glance around before heading outside too. He found Max and told him to start loading up, there was no time to waste. As he watched Max nod and disappear behind the trucks and into the night, Ari remembered he had left his bag in the office by the reception desk. He headed back inside, grabbed it, and shut the office door behind him, knowing he wasn't going to open it again.

He made his way down the beach a little. More as a way of saying goodbye than to make sure there were no guests still around. But he knew it had been a mistake the moment he set his eyes on the star lit ocean surface and a wave of nostalgia hit him, crashing over his head like the very surf he was watching had done many times over the past few years.

Ari lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply. He was counting the minutes till he could finally leave the resort and that fucking country for good. But, at the same time there was something else there. A nagging, gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach that was fighting with his sense of duty and his survival instinct. As he stood there he suddenly realised that the feeling was sadness. He was sad to be leaving, and he knew why- because this was the last mission he would ever run.  

And it had all been his. 

Ari had spent most of his life as an agent following orders and running his bosses, mainly Ethan's, missions, and even though Ari Levinson was known for not sticking to plan and following his instincts when making last minute, even debatable, decisions, he still had to follow his superior guidelines and do as told, for the most part. But this one had been different. He had designed it from scratch, still amazed at how the idea had come to him. He had matured it and watched it grow into something worth selling to Ethan, Isaacs and eventually Weiss. Damn, he had even chosen and recruited the agents he wanted for the mission. Including her. Ari smiled fondly at the memory of his Firefly’s surprised face at the clinic that morning, "Fuck me." was the only thing she had been able to say when she saw him in that examination room.

Ari chuckled softly as he started his way back to the main building. Whilst it had been a while, he still remembered all the expletives Sammy had thrown at him that day too. And then he was pulled out from his memories by the sound of hushed but hectic voices at the front of the hotel as he approached.

He hurried round to find the team gathered near the trucks, loading them with the refugees. He stabbed his cigarette on the floor and started directing a few refugees himself until Max, Sammy and Hannah approached him.

"We've got a problem." A weary eyed Max announced. "There's no way we're all going to fit in the two trucks.”

"There's too many people." Hannah added.

Ari frowned. "Shit. Fuck!" He hissed, looking around frantically for a way out.

And then his eyes landed on the solution.

"Are you serious? A Sudanese tour bus?" Jake, who had spotted what Ari was looking at, asked in disbelief.

Max laughed softly, visibly amused at another of his boss tricks to save his neck again, and looked at Hannah who was grinning and shaking her head as she mused. “You little shit."

Ari looked at her, his brow raised, before his eyes flicked back to the refugees. Hundreds of them, but only a fraction of the amount they’d saved to date…

"Start loading them up. I gotta grab something." He suddenly ordered, as he turned to leave, pausing as Hannah caught his arm.

"Where are you going?" She enquired nervously. "Ari?"

"I'll be right back.” He assured her. “Get on the bus."

He didn't look back and ran inside. In a typical Ari Levinson fashion, he had just decided he wanted to take something with him, a reminder of their time and work there, a reminder of what exactly they had accomplished. He stood by the desk and reached up to the Satisfied Guest board which hung on the wall, removing the shells which bore the total number of refugees that had safely left the Sudan shore. Unhooking it from the wall, he walked back round the desk and paused to take a last look around, into the dining area.

Why was it so difficult to say goodbye?

His eyes then glanced towards the door at the back of the room which led to the kitchen and he signed, knowing what, or who was in there. He bit his lip, pondering for a few seconds, before he let out a groan. He couldn’t do it, he couldn’t leave him.  

“Ethan’s gonna kill me,” he muttered as he ran to the kitchen door and jerked it open. “Come on, Si.” He whispered, panting slightly with exertion and the adrenaline now flooding his system. The dog looked up from where he had been napping. “Time to go, buddy.” Ari insisted.

Simon got to his feet, stretching as he yawned. 

“Yeah, we’re on a schedule, come on.” Ari hurried the dog as he rolled his eyes. Simon simply stared up at him as he talked and wagged his tail, before trotting out of the door. Ari then bent down to pick him up under his spare arm and hurried towards the bus.

 Rachel, who was in the driving seat, looked at him as he climbed up the steps, the painted wooden board under one arm, dog under the other. She snorted as he set Simon down on the floor and he simply shrugged and then smiled as Hannah’s little gasp hit his ears from where she was stood, a little further down the aisle of the bus. Simon scooted off towards her as Ari looked back at Rachel.

"Let's go" 

Rachel nodded at Ari's instruction and, as she fired up the engine Hannah reached him, Simon in her arms, eyes full of tears. Sammy, who was sat behind Rachel and next to Kabede, looked up and noticed the dog for the first time and let out a groan.

´Fucking, fuck me."

Kabede turned to him, then to the dog, and then just looked ahead, utter confusion on his face.

“Ari, I…” Hannah began, her voice cracking a little as she cradled her precious pooch in her arms and Ari chuckled a little as he leaned down to give her a quick peck.

"Leave no dog behind."

Once they set off, the bus soon became quieter. No one spoke for a while. The silence only broken every now and then by Ari, who was navigating. Hannah was sat by him at the front row of seats, Simon perched on her lap, looking out of the window right at the front with perked ears. 

Every so often, when he felt her squirm on her seat or heard her sigh, Ari would take Hannah's left hand, kissing over her ring finger, exactly where the big lavish ring he was going to buy her would sit. And every so often she would smile and look up at him, the pair of them sharing their happy little news, which remained between the two of them for the time being.

They had been driving for about an hour when Rachel shifted on her seat and Ari looked at her.

"Want me to take over?" He offered.

Rachel hesitated for a moment before asking. "How far we got?"

Ari checked Bowen's map again and then glanced at a passing old road sign before answering. "About eight more kilometers."

She shook her head just as Sammy, who had also spotted a road sign, demanded, “what is this place?"

"Carthago." Ari explained, raising his voice over the noise the bus engine was making. "It's an old British airfield."

"If it's still there." Hannah thought aloud, earning a glare from her brother

"What if it's not still there?" Sammy asked, his voice stern.

Ari took a deep breath and looked at Hannah, then to a dumbfounded Kabede and finally to Sammy who simply shook his head, giving a scoff. No one had an answer.

It was only ten more minutes till Rachel drove through the gates of the long time ago abandoned airfield, making part of it get stuck to the front of the bus. They drove a little distance more into it, with the gate stuck on the front of the bus bumping into every obstacle they found on their way. 

Once they stopped, they all quickly climbed off the bus and Max darted up the watch tower. Jake located the power banks and ran up another tower to try and fire up the lights they needed. 

Hannah and Rachel stood by the vehicles with the refugees, radio in hand as they watched Ari and Sammy head to the runway and start marking out the guide path with glow sticks, Simon jogging behind them.

They had been there for a few minutes when Hannah's radio cracked and she could hear Sammy talking to Ari.

"Not to state the obvious, but there’s a tree in the middle of the runway."

 "When are they supposed to be here?" Max's voice suddenly broke through, just as the bulbs of the tower were brought back to life, flooding the runway with bright, white light. "I don't know, why?" Ari replied, panting as Hannah saw him look round, brushing his hair away from his face. "We have company. Nine kilometers away"  Rachel and Hannah shared a worried glance, before Rachel took the radio and spoke. "Should we get them back on the trucks?"

"No, there's still time." Ari stated.   

"What did he say?" Hannah asked Rachel, visibly annoyed. "Give me the radio." She snatched it from Rachel's hand. "Ari, stop being a reckless asshole. We need to get out of here." "He’ll be here any minute. We can do it, Han. Just trust me." She heard him say, and scoffed. She could see him still, activating the glow sticks, dropping them to the ground to guide the plane. The plane which should already be there if they wanted to make it before Ahmed’s soldiers, because they all knew too well it would be them approaching, got there.

"Come on, Walton, you motherfucker." Ari whispered as he continued with his task. "What do we do?" Sammy asked as he approached him, having finished his side of the path. Ari looked around worried before he groaned, they were rapidly running out of time.  

“Shit, come on."  

Both men started running back to the trucks. Ari could see Hannah pacing along the front of the vehicles as he approached, a tell-tale she was anxious and no doubt pissed at him.

"We should get everyone back on the bus and get the fuck out of here." Rachel looked at Ari as he drew up beside her, Sammy to his other side.   "She’s right Ari. We’ll have to find another way." Hannah backed Rachel, her eyes pleading with Ari's, who looked at her, trying to think clearly about the best way to proceed. He didn’t want to give up, simply put he couldn’t give up, he had no other plan. "Okay, fine. Get everybody back inside again." Sammy stepped up, leaving no room for hesitation, making everyone start moving. But then Kabede cut in.

"No, wait. Listen. Listen." He urged.

They all paused, their ears straining, and through the quiet of the night came a soft, whooshing and rumbling sound-  plane engines.

Everyone looked up at the dark night sky, Hannah gripping Ari’s arm. Simon, who was a short distance away sniffing the fence attached to the front of the bus, suddenly ran back towards them, barking at the noise. And, seconds later, they got their first glimpse of their ticket out of here as the plane suddenly light up in the dark sky above them.

Ari was now grinning ear to ear, and he glanced down at Hannah, relief flooding his system and hers, clearly, as she let out a loud breath. There was a shared feeling of contained excitement as the plane landed and Ari kissed Hannah's temple. 

Not wasting a single second, they hurriedly headed over and started organising the refugees onto the cargo plane, Ari yelling a few instructions so that he could be heard over the deafening noise of the plane engines.

However all the relief they had felt upon the arrival of the plane was short lived. A couple of minutes after the first refugees had boarded, the marine pilot in charge of the operation turned to them and said there wasn't enough room for all of them on the plane and that barely half of them would fit in due to weight limitations.

"What the fuck?" Hannah snapped, breaking the shocked silence that had fallen over the group, her forehead creasing at the marine. "Are you serious?"

"If you leave us, we will die!" Kabede pleaded.

The marine looked at them and shook his head, and at that point, Ari’s temper snapped. He was done, and he was fucked if they had come this far only to be thwarted at the last minute. He was adamant they would leave no one behind, certainly not when it meant sentencing them to a certain death.

He lunged at the marine and grabbed his arm, pushing him a couple of steps towards the group "All right, then you decide, you decide who stays and who goes,  'cause I can't do it. You choose who lives, who dies." He spoke sternly, his eyes piercing the dumbfounded marine's, who hesitated as his own eyes roamed the group of people in front of him.

 "They're three kilometers out." Max announced, as he appeared panting among the people.

"Better do it fast." Ari urged the marine, who still looked around hesitating.

"We're waiting." Hanna pressed, her arms folded.

The marine turned to look at her and then sighed dejectedly. "It's not that I don't want to, there's no room on the plane."

"Then we'll make room." Sammy declared as he strode up the ramp with determination. Hannah and Ari exchanged a glance but joined him, the three of them quick to start ripping out the seats, throwing them onto the runway. Soon after Max, Jake, Rachel and Bowen started making room as well while Kabede and the marine helped the refugees up the ramp.

And then, rounding the corner in the distance, they could see the lights of the approaching soldiers' trucks.

"Shit." Hannah hissed as she threw one more seat into the runway and Ari darted to up the plane cabin to alert the pilot to start moving the damn plane. For what felt like hours but wasn't more than a couple of minutes, it was a mad scramble to get everyone on, urgently hurrying up the ramp as quickly as they could. They had barely succeeded as the trucks were already speeding through the airfield gate, guns firing, when the plane started moving.

As the plane gathered pace down the runway, the gun shots pinging off the metal of the closing ramp, Ari, Sammy and Bowen made it upstairs to the cabin. As the huge tree in the middle of the runway loomed nearer and nearer, Ari felt his stomach start to drop like a stone.

“We're not gonna make it.” He whispered, “we're not gonna make it.”

“We're gonna make it.” Sammy’s voice was calm yet stern as the nose of the plane began to pull up into the air. But it wasn’t rising fast enough, they were going to hit it.

“We're not gonna make it!” This time, Ari’s comment was louder, frantic almost and Sammy’s voice rose in retaliation, as he repeated his earlier statement.

“We're gonna make it!”

As the plane began to gather more and more height, Ari winced and couldn’t help the loud yell that bust from his mouth as the plane flew straight into the foliage of the tree.

“Shit!” Sammy grabbed Ari, as they both ducked a little, expecting the branches to fly through the cockpit window.

But nothing. The plane steadied, and gathered height, nothing but dark sky in front of them.

Ari’s chest was heaving, as he clung to the side of the plane, shaking his head a little. He raised his head, looked at Sammy, and he couldn’t help the huge grin that spread across his face. Sammy chuckled a little, tipping his head back.

Bowen patted Ari on the shoulder, “I  think we can breathe now.” And with that, he headed down the stairs.

Barely daring to believe their luck, Ari took one last glance out of the front of the plane and nodded to the pilot before he followed Bowen and Sammy down into the cargo hold. As he started making his way amongst the sitting refugees towards where Hannah was sat, his throat and chest suddenly grew tight with the realisation of the magnitude of what they’d just done.

He’d never seen this side of their missions before. Once they set the refugees on the rafts with the Navy Seals, their involvement finished. He’d never experienced their quiet, hushed chatting, or seen their tired and anxious, yet relieved faces.

It was amazing, humbling and completely overwhelming.

As he picked his way carefully across the metal cargo hold floor, his eyes flicked to Jake and then Max, both men wiping at their eyes as they too were clearly feeling the emotion of the moment. He nodded to them both and finally reached his girl who was sat next to Kabede. Her own eyes were red, as was the tip of her nose from her tears.

Ari flopped down heavily besides her. For the first time he could recall, he felt old. He ached all over, and he was just so fucking tired. He let out a groan as he lifted his arm to allow Hannah to snuggle into him, rubbing gently at her back as she sniffed.

“Leave no one behind.” Kabede’s gentle voice spoke and Ari turned to look at him. “You're crazy, you know that?”

With a soft chuckle, Ari kissed Hannah’s head as she clung to him. His eyes strayed to Sammy, who was sat across from him, Rachel cuddled into his side. As Ari watched, she gently pressed a kiss to Sammy’s arm and Sammy met Ari’s smile and gave him a small nod back.

Ari shifted a little, and then felt something a little un-even in his back pocket. Reaching for it, he pulled out  Maya’s drawing of him, Hannah and Simon. He’d shoved it in there before when he was leaving the hotel, not wanting to leave it behind.

And then, the emotion which he’d fought so hard to keep at bay completely crashed over him as he looked at the drawing that his daughter had done. His face crumpled and his shoulders began to shake in a silent sob. A moment later, he felt Hannah move and she let out a soft sigh.

“Oh, Ari. It’s okay, we made it.”

He sniffed again and then gave a smile, wiping a tear which had trickled down to the tip of his nose as he glanced again at the drawing, then to Hannah.

“I can’t wait for you to meet her, Firefly.”

“I can’t wait to meet her either.” She whispered, smiling at him.

“God, I love you.” He pressed his forehead to hers and closed his eyes as she whispered back.

“I love you too.”

****

Hannah was asleep, her head resting on Ari’s chest. His large arms held her protectively to him, his bearded cheek resting on her head. He wasn’t in a deep sleep, more like a heavy doze. He woke a few times as people attempted to move around in the confines of the aircraft carrier. Eventually, though, the hushed voices started to get louder and murmurs spread across the cabin. Ari cracked his eye open and looked up to see one of the marines descending the stairs. He caught Ari’s eye and gave him a weary smile.

“We’re about to start the descent.”

Ari took a deep breath, the relief washing over him and he felt Hannah stir.

“What’s going on?” She asked, her voice thick with sleep.

“We’re about to start our descent, baby.” He kissed her forehead, his voice cracking with emotion. “We’re home.”

At his words, her eyes begin to water and she struggled for her own words, but managed a strangled whisper of his name. He swallowed in response, wrapped his arms around her tighter and pressed his face into her hair. “I know, I know.”

They sat silently, and air of unmistakable, yet nervous excitement as the plane slowly began to lose altitude. As there were no windows, no one had any idea how far off the ground they were at any given moment, and there were loud shrieks as the wheels hit the ground and they were all jolted slightly. Ari felt Hannah’s hand grab his, and he squeezed her fingers as she glanced over at her brother. Sammy’s lips brushed Rachel’s hairline, smiling as he caught his sister’s eye.  

After what felt like forever, the plane came to a shuddering stop, and the agents in the cargo hold all rose to their feet. Ari moved to the rear, his hand still around Hannah’s as he took her with him, the people who were sat on the floor all parting to allow them a path through. As the ramp lowered, the morning sun started sifting through the opening tailgate. Hannah blinked, raising her hand to shield her eyes from the sudden glare.

“Lobo, what time is it?” She asked suddenly. “I err, I don’t know where my watch is. I didn’t-“

“It doesn’t matter, Firefly,” Ari soothed, knowing she’d be upset about losing it, “I’ll get you ano-“ then he stopped dead as he glanced down at his own, realisation flooding his system. “Han?”

“Yeah?”

“Happy birthday, Sweetheart.”

She blinked and then smiled. “Yeah, it is.”

Ari chuckled as he kissed her softly. “I’m so sorry, I nearly forgot…I did have something for you but-”

Her lips curled into a smile against his. “I’ll forgive you, it’s been a busy few days.”

Their foreheads touched together for a few seconds until the ramp hit the floor and they were jerked back into the operation. Ari moved swiftly into his leader role, barking orders to get the people off requiring medical assistance first as a buzz of activity swarmed through the plane. Once he was satisfied that everyone had heard him and understood, he turned and made his way down the ramp, the metal clanging beneath his boots. As soon as his feet touched the ground of his homeland, he took a deep breath, his shoulders sagging in utter relief. He couldn’t even begin to describe the emotions being back spiked in his chest.

But, he didn’t have time to dwell on it. It was non-stop activity as he threw himself into helping the people off the plane, directing them across the tarmac towards the waiting ambulances, military attendees and aid-givers.  

Ari had just turned back to the ramp after helping an elderly lady towards a waiting stretcher, when he saw Bowen approach Ethan and Isaacs, shaking their hands. Ethan looked over and caught Ari’s eye and gave him a nod, which he returned before he moved forward to relive one of the soldiers of Kabede.

“I’ve got him.” Ari insisted as he helped his friend over to the paramedics, wanting to make sure the man was given care as a matter of priority.

“Ari, there are thousands more…” Kabede began and Ari nodded, his hand curling over the man’s shoulder.

“We’re gonna go back,” he assured, before he hesitated and took a deep breath, “well, some of us will.”

As the paramedic assured Ari they’d take care of the man, he stood up straight, his hands falling to his hips as he contemplated his words. The us wouldn’t include him, but he felt at peace with that, it was time to bow out.

And what a success of a swan song.

He watched Kabede getting wheeled towards a waiting ambulance and he took a deep breath and headed over towards Hannah who was stood hugging Rachel. Ari stopped with a slight chuckle to pet Simon as the faithful mutt ran towards him, jumping up at his legs.

“Welcome to Tel Aviv, buddy.”

Sammy met him a few strides later, the two men embracing silently. There were no words needed. With their arms around one another they moved towards the girls and Ari inclined his head to Hannah, signalling for her to follow him.

“Is that a fucking dog?” Isaacs asked, watching the animal as it trotted behind Ari and Hannah as they made their way towards them.

“Yes. Simon.” Ethan replied, his eyes twinkling slightly.

“What?” Isaacs turned slowly to look at him.

“The dog. His name is Simon. Simon Le Bone, to give him his full title.” Ethan’s lips curled up in a slight smile as Isaacs let out a noise of disbelief from his nose.

“They brought a fucking dog from fucking Sudan.” It was a statement not a question, and he followed it with a snort and a shake of his head. “He’s so fired.”

“Oh, I already fired him. Again. The other night.” Ethan replied. “But I have a feeling it’s a moot point. By all means, feel free to try once more.”

Hannah and Ari exchanged a look as they approach the two men who had, at that moment, both burst out laughing. Ari shook Isaacs hand as Ethan swept Hannah into a hug.

“From the hospitality trade to animal transportation I see, Ari.” Isaacs levelled him with a look, his eyes twinkling with humour.

“Four hundred refugees,” Ari shot back, as he moved to shake Ethan’s hand “I figured one more wouldn’t make a difference.”

“Mrs Horowitz, nice to see you again.” Isaacs smiled as he shook her hand.

“Miss Navon.” She corrected him a little shyly, and Ari looked at her smiling softly, taking her hand and lacing their fingers together.

Isaacs clearly noticed the sign of affection as he arched his brow, sharing a side glance with Ethan. Simon then gave a little whine, jumping up at Hannah’s leg once more and Isaacs gave a snort. “Yeah, that’s the oddest looking dog I’ve ever seen. Where’s his hair?”

“Same place as mine, I expect.” Ethan spoke, humour in his voice and both Hannah and Ari laughed. “I think he’s rather distinguished looking, wouldn’t you say Barack?”

Isaacs looked at Ethan, his brows raised before he snorted and glanced down at the dog. “Distinguished, hairless Simon.” He stated, before he shook his head and looked back at Hannah and Ari. “Welcome home.”

 “Thanks.” Hannah let out a deep breath before she looked at Ethan. “Is Mama here?”

“Everyone is waiting at HQ. We didn’t want to draw too much attention by having everyone here.” He answered and she nodded.

“Is Maya there?” Ari asked.

“Yes.” Ethan raised a brow. “And Sarah.”

At that Hannah frowned and looked down at her shoes, a funny feeling brewing in her stomach. This was the side to being home that she hadn’t, until now, really given much thought. In Sudan, they’d been in their own little bubble, nothing to worry or bother them, no complications pertaining to their relationship to think about. And that was all about to change.

As if he could sense her trepidation, Ari squeezed her hand and she looked at him. He gave her a soft smile before Ethan cleared his throat and spoke again.

“Oh, and happy birthday.”

“Thanks Ethan.” Hannah’s voice was quiet, unlike her brother as he spoke loudly from behind them.

“It’s your birthday?”

She rolled her eyes and turned to look at him over her shoulder where he stood with Rachel. “Don’t worry, Ari forgot too.”

Ari rolled his eyes and was about to answer her back, but he his attention was drawn to Isaacs who was now busy dodging Simon’s attempts to bite his trouser seams. Ethan looked at Ari, both of them trying to hold back a laugh as Isaacs cursed at the dog, nudging him away with his foot.

Max and Jake then joined them and after they had both shaken hands with Isaacs and Ethan, they all made their way towards the cars which were waiting to take them back to HQ.

“There’s no room for the dog in the cars.” Isaacs grumbled, once again moving his leg out of the way of Simon’s teeth. “Not if the fucker’s going to keep biting me, anyway.”

“Don’t worry, he can sit on my knee.” Ari bent down and swooped the dog up into his arms. Simon’s tail began to wag as he licked Ari’s beard. “He likes to put his paws on the dash.”

Isaacs merely groaned in response.

*****

The minute the group of agents walked into the main foyer of Headquarters they started to attract attention, which Ari wasn’t surprised at. Not least did they all look battered and worse for wares, but they had a strange looking dog trotting ahead of them, one that insisted snigging at everyone who stopped to greet them.

After a few hellos, smiles and shaking of hands, they made their way to the elevator at the rear, Ethan selecting the floor that would take them up to the Operations Office. Ari had to give an amused chuckle when, as it started to move, Simon splayed his legs a little and then looked up at Hannah, giving a little whine as he wobbled. She bent down and scratched his ear, soothing him a little as the dog clearly wasn’t impressed with the strange, moving metal box they were in. It didn’t escape Ari how stupid that seemed, considering he’d just spent a fair few hours on a bigger metal box flying through the sky but then again the dog was a funny little creature when all things were considered.

It was for that reason, that as soon as the elevator doors opened, the canine pushed his way out and then stopped dead at the loud round of applause that had erupted. He paused and cocked his head to one side, and then Ari heard a familiar voice, one he’d been aching to hear for so long, as it shouted over the cacophony of noise.

“Simon? Mom, it’s Simon, look! Daddy and Hannah brought him home with them!”

Ari swallowed, tears instantly filling his eyes as he stepped out of the elevator with a purposeful stride and looked at Maya who grinned back at him.

“Daddy!”  

He barely had time to register her loud, excited shout when she launched at him. With a heavy thud he dropped to his knees and held her close, his large arms wrapping around her small frame. His face pressed into her long, black hair as he screwed his eyes shut, taking a shuddering breath.

“Hey, Munchkin.” He managed to whisper out, his voice choking as the lump in his throat threatened to close off his airway.

“You stink.” Maya whispered and Ari gave a splutter of a laugh as he pulled back a little, brushing her hair off her face. 

“Sorry.” He sniffed and she shrugged, her hands moving to his shirt, fingers fiddling with the buttons just under his collar bone.

“It’s okay.” She smiled, before her arms wrapped around his neck again and she pressed her cheek to his. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, baby," he let out a small sob, “so very much.”

Meanwhile, Hannah had set off running towards her mom, followed closely by Sammy. The three of them embraced, a loud babble of sobs and whispers of love and greetings in a flurry of English and Spanish as they held each other tight. Maria pulled back to look at both her children, her hands reaching up to cup their faces in turn as she pressed kisses to both their cheeks.

“You two are never going back to a dangerous mission, you hear me?” She spluttered and Hannah gave a little laugh as she cried, hugging her mom tight.

“I didn’t even wanna go on this one so... no arguments from me.” Sammy mumbled as his mom pulled him close. Hannah smiled as he stepped away and turned to watch Rachel who was hugging her kids tightly. As her brother gestured for his girlfriend to come and met their mama, Hannah’s eyes than looked over to see Sarah was embracing Ari tightly. Ari pulled back and smiled at his estranged wife, as he adjusted Maya who was now balanced on his hip. He said something to the woman, who gave him a smile, softly touching his arm as she nodded.

A flash of jealousy suddenly washed over Hannah and she swallowed, taking a deep breath, telling herself she was being unreasonable. No matter what had happened between the two, they had a deep history, and would always in some form care for one another, they had a child together, it was understandable.

 Still, she wasn’t sure she liked it.

But, thankfully, she didn’t have much time to think on it all things considered, because Maya tapped Ari’s shoulder and he looked at her, kissing her cheek. She laughed and then spoke, a huge grin spreading across Ari’s face as he nodded. Then, he turned and beamed at Hannah, pointing towards her.

He placed Maya down on the floor and she took his hand, practically pulling him over towards Hannah, a huge grin on her pretty little face.

“Firefly, I got someone here very keen to meet you.” Ari spoke as he stopped in front of her and Hannah raised her brows teasingly, despite the sudden nerves flooding her system at the fact she was about to meet Ari’s daughter for the first time. 

“Really? And who would that be?”

Maya gave a little giggle and she looked at Ari who himself chuckled before she turned back to Hannah. “Hi Hannah!”

“Hi, Maya, sweetheart!” Hannah smiled as she crouched down. “I’m so happy to finally meet you.”

Maya beamed and threw her arms round her, temporarily stunning Hannah who recovered quickly and a hugged the girl back as she spoke. “Me too, Dad’s told me all about you.”

Ari smiled as he watched the two of them, his heart feeling beyond full. He took a deep breath and glanced up, spotting Mama Navon reprimanding Max for something he had just said, slapping him behind the head lightly. Ari chuckled, there was no doubt in his mind that Max had quipped something to her about Ethan. Maria looked round, spotted him and smiled. He grinned back and stepped forward to give her a hug.

“Hey, Maria.”

“Oh, Ari, It’s good to see you.” She whispered as she hugged him. He smiled down at her as she pulled back, slapping his arm. “You all had me worried sick!”

He gave a little sigh and a shrug. “Had myself worried for a moment, too.”

Maria squinted her eyes at him. “Typical Levinson, huh?”

At that he smirked. “You know me.”

“Yeah, he never has a plan!” Sammy shot as he stood a few feet away, arm round Rachel who was talking to Ethan.

Ari looked at his friend who was smirking and he let out a scoff, as Sammy’s eyes then flicked to Hannah who was still crouched down chatting to Maya who was bombarding her with questions about Sudan and Simon, the dog sat beside them, his tail thumping as Maya stroked him.

“Well, sometimes the stuff you don’t plan is what works out best.” Ari responded as he met Sammy’s eyes. Sammy scoffed before he chuckled.

“Yeah, because you’re a lucky son of a bitch.”

Ari looked down at Hannah once more, before he met Sammy’s gaze, his eyes flicking to Maria before he shrugged, a soft smile on his face. “Yeah, I am.”

Ari’s attention was then taken by Sarah, who’d approached them a little shyly, her hand dropping to Maya’s head. “Maya, honey, give Hannah some rest.”

Hannah looked up, before she rose to her feet. “Honestly, it’s no bother.”

Sarah gave her a grateful smile before she took a deep breath, holding out her hand. “Hi, Hannah.”

Hannah smiled back, taking it in hers. “How are you, Sarah?”

“I should be asking how you are.” The dark haired woman replied and Hannah shrugged.

“I’m fine now, thanks.”

“Good, I’m glad.”

Maya, who had been watching them both from where she sat on the floor playing with Simon, looked up at Ari who simply shrugged, before he held his hand out and she took it. He pulled her to her feet where she jumped once more into his arms and he lifted her up.

“How long are you home for?” she asked him. He looked at Hannah who’d turned to face him and he smiled, kissing Maya’s cheek again.

“For good baby, for good.”

****

The main office became more and more crowded as time ticked by. Food and champagne suddenly appeared as a ‘Welcome Home’ party of sorts struck up. As Isaacs stood to give a small speech, talking about what they’d achieved, Ari felt a little pang of guilt as his mind flicked to the refugees that had been transported away from the airport to their temporary accommodations. They wouldn’t be getting anything near as flashy or as lavish as this, but he knew they’d be taken care of and given food, water and shelter in a lot better conditions than they’d been in before. With that in mind, he let himself go a little, allowing himself to be proud of what they’d managed to pull off.

It was astounding when he thought about it, the many missions they’d run, the danger they’d overcome. But as he stood in the room where he’d first outlined his vision years ago, he couldn’t help but think about how the best thing of all at that moment was how well Maya and Hannah seemed to be getting on. Maya had almost stuck to her side, and Simon’s, like glue. Ari noticed Sarah’s expression slip a few times as she observed them, but to her credit she said nothing.

Eventually, later in the afternoon, Isaacs called time on the celebrations as they had to debrief and go through the rest of the serious stuff that came after missions. Maya wanted to stay, growing teary when both Ari and Sarah tried to reason with her that she couldn’t. To avoid an impending tantrum and floods of tears, Ari promised he would collect her the following evening from school for dinner, assuring her once more that he wasn’t leaving again and eventually she allowed her mom to take her home after bidding a final goodbye to him, Hannah and the dog she now seemed to be totally in love with.

The formal discussions and reports were given to what felt like the entire Mossad and Military board. There were numerous things to sign, all were given dates and times for appointments with therapists, they were also all subject to medical examinations to ensure neither of them had any temperatures or other symptoms which would suggest they had any underlying infections or diseases. By the time this was over, it was pushing eight pm and all of them were relieved when Isaacs finally dismissed them, telling them to head home for some well-earned rest and recuperation. 

But, it was only when Ethan handed Ari the keys to his apartment that it suddenly dawned on him that Hannah and he were about to go their separate ways. He knew she intended on going home with Sammy to her mom’s, having not seen her in over six months and Ari didn’t want to stop her from doing that, especially not on her birthday.

Yet, whilst he understood, completely, he wasn’t particularly looking forward to a night on his own in his apartment. 

“You okay, Lobo?” Hannah’s voice roused him from his thoughts and he looked up, closing his fingers around his keys as Ethan left the office.

“Yeah, fine. Just tired.” He smiled as she stepped forward into his arms. 

“Me too. I feel like I could sleep for a week.” She mumbled and Ari chuckled.

“Well, you can wake up late tomorrow with your mom fussing and making you brunch.” Ari smiled as he pulled back and Hannah looked up at him, her lips curling up at one side.

“Yeah, she’s looking forward to spoiling us.”

“Sure Sammy can’t wait.” Ari chuckled. “He can finally stop complaining about not knowing if his meet is beef,  camel or goat.”

Hannah laughed and then took a deep breath, her fingers playing smoothing gently over the shoulders of his shirt. “She’s already been grilling me about whether you still like Spanish Omelette.”

“Me?” Ari blinked. “Why?”

“For tomorrow.” Hannah looked at him. “I thought, well assumed, that seeing as Maya isn’t staying with you that you’d wanna come back with us. I mean, if you don’t that’s-“

“No, I mean, yes. Of course I do, I just figured that you and Sammy might want a family night alone with your mama.”

“Ari, you are family.” Hannah looked at him, her hand moving to his neck, gently tangling in his hair. “And besides, Sammy’s not had much say in the matter. Mama slapped his protests down about you being a pain in the ass straight away.”

Ari chuckled and shook his head. “He still hates me, huh?”

“No, he loves you.” Hannah shook her head. “He was smiling when he said it. Mind you, we might wanna wait a little till everything’s settled to tell them were getting married.”

Ari smiled, before he took a deep breath and bit his lip. “Yeah I need to break that to Sarah, too. And buy you a ring.”

Hannah beamed, her nails gently scratching his neck. “One thing at a time, we’ll think about all that later. For now let’s just be happy we made it back.”

Ari took a deep breath before he gently leaned down and pressed his lips to Hannah’s. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Hannah whispered as she kissed him back, his tongue gentle yet domineering as it swept into her mouth, sliding against hers.

He pulled away, pressing his forehead to hers and she smiled before a small bark interrupted them and they turned to see Simon sat by the desk on the corner, his head cocked to one side.

Ari shook his head. “You’re a pain in my ass.” He said to the dog who merely wagged his tail.

“Come on, Lobo.” Hannah slipped her hand in his as she tugged him behind her towards the door. “Let’s go home.”

*****

Chapter 16

[joontier]

Subliminal in Scrubs | V2; report xii 

pairings: dr. jeon jungkook x female reader

chapter rating: PG-15 | genre: humor, workplace relationships

warnings: none to note

word count: 2.6k

g/n: jungkook is a brat wbk; also,,, hoseok here is supposedly as old as seokjin heh i had an internal debate whether or not i should include two other scenes but aslkdfjkasljfas but i ended up with this instead skjff hope yall enjoy!! 

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The orientation went by like a breeze with Ms. Narae’s quick run throughs of Woocheon’s clinical processes and systems, training programs, hospital expectations, and the explanation of the rest of the map of the hospital you weren’t able to cover during your tour earlier. Before she wraps up, she retrieves your IDs from underneath the table and places them on top of the desk for everyone to get later.  She dismisses the orientation exactly ten minutes before twelve, requesting everyone to head straight to their department’s on-call room after the break.

Soomin, who you’ve recently discovered to have her own Youtube channel, takes out her phone and records a video. You watch from the side as Soomin does her thing, until she tries to call you all over and officially introduce you as good friends turned work colleagues to all her subscribers. 

You hadn’t really expected this whole vlogger thing from her, especially when Soomin was a bit reserved when you were first acquainted with each other, but then again, as your friendship grew, you realized that she had a bit of Chohee in her as well and you thought that’s what caused you to gravitate towards her naturally. 

“Anybody up for lunch?” Soomin asks, rubbing her hands together after she finishes her short recording and tucks her phone back in her pocket. “Yeah, I’m starving...” you murmur, placing a hand on your belly as you hear your stomach grumble its complaint. 

“I heard Woocheon is known to have the best hospital food in Korea. Ever.” Jungkook says, looking around. You’re starting to get skeptical about how Jungkook is lingering around Jimin...Or was it the other way around now? “Shall we?” With Jungkook’s undeniable proposition, Soomin briefly glances at your reluctant face, her own lips pursing with your reaction. “Fine,” you sigh. 

There’s no getting rid of Jungkook now. 

Woocheon’s cafeteria...does not look like a cafeteria at all. 

You weren’t expecting an...urban haven of some sort, a portion of the hospital that you had least envisioned to what seems to be the warmest part of Woocheon. The laminated flooring, faux wooden grain wall panels, along with the suspended lights from this wave-like uneven wooden ceiling - it was as picturesque as a spread on an interior design magazine. 

The interior could easily outrival any other kitchen in the city. “Are you sure this is not some hotel we just walked into?” Jimin questions as he marvels over the sleek urban design of the cafeteria. There’s even a café - which you recognize holds the same logo as Good Day café. You ought to confirm this with Jimin later. 

As you near the serving area, the unmistakable aroma of roast beef fills your senses, making you hungrier than you were just seconds before. “Please don’t tell me Woocheon is actually serving roast beef...” 

You practically salivate at the sight of the food in the counters, a lot of which you realized were influenced by western food culture. There were three different kinds of salad to choose from, baked potatoes, burgers, seafood stew, stir-fried meat, as well as the Korean classic side dishes that you’d never miss in a meal.  And, true to your trusty sense of smell, roast beef was at the end of the line up in all its roasted glory.  

“Yeap,” Soomin says as she turns to face you, “You have three options for the sauce too: mushroom gravy, pepper sauce, or truffle sauce,” Soomin replies matter-of-factly, pointing at the farther end of the food counter. 

“Oh I love this place already!” Exclaims Jimin who’s undecided between eating to his heart’s content and risking a stomachache on the first day of work, or sacrifice half of the dishes for a later time in your stay at Woocheon. Thankfully, Jimin decides on the former. 

“Make sure you have your IDs ready,” Jungkook announces as he joins the line after you. “You’ll have to tap it against this tiny device then they will automatically deduct the total amount of the food you got from your account.”  

Jimin’s face falls instantly at the realization. Jungkook claps the other man’s back, face crumpled as he keeps his laughter in. “Still love this place, Jimin-ssi? Don’t worry now, the three of us can pretend we didn’t hear anything at all.” 

With features forlorn, Soomin makes a hilarious attempt to appease Jimin’s disappointment by stating facts - “Jimin-ah. Hospital food isn’t free.” 

“Yeah. I realize that now,” Jimin replies, an ingenuine smile playing on his lips. 

“Cheer up though! Ms. Narae did mention faculty and staff get a five percent discount on all hospital services...just so happened that they included the cafeteria there as well.” 

Albeit reluctant about the price, Soomin manages to convince your entire group to try out the roast beef for once (and probably your last too. Figures.) “Oh, and by the way, there is one thing that’s free actually. It’s the drink of the day - free for all staff. One each, and available during lunch only.” 

Your eyes travel to the end of the counter straight away at Soomin’s reminder. Calculating the number of cartons left and the people left in the queue, you’re beyond pleased at the fact that you’ll be able to get a free 250ML carton of banana milk today, and also the last person to do so. 

Unfortunately for you, a staff member returns to the counter and retrieves a tetra pack, claiming it was for a senior doctor who forgot to claim the drink. Much to your dismay, a middle-aged man in a white coat was waving to the counter, with his other hand pointing to his tray to prove that he really wasn’t able to take any milk with him. You can’t hide the scowl that creeps on your face. 

Through your peripheral vision, you notice Jungkook closely monitoring the milk as well, the same look of disappointment evident on his face. Maybe losing the milk wasn’t that bad. After all, if you couldn’t one, Jungkook wouldn’t be able to score one either. 

While Jimin checks out his food, one of the kitchen staff suddenly retrieves another carton from the other side of the counter, mumbling about how it must’ve fallen over earlier. You were just about to grab it when the lady at the till calls you next, and you’re forced to move your tray sideward so she can calculate the total amount of your order.  

When you look up to grab your free drink, Jungkook reaches out at the same time and manages to snatch the milk quicker than you. “Hey!” Jungkook simply shrugs his shoulders at your indignant tone. “Sorry darling, finders keepers.” 

You stare at him in disbelief, until the lady calls for Jungkook next, a little too loud for your liking. Your eyeroll comes almost involuntarily, and you shake your head as you follow where Jimin and Soomin were headed to as they look for a seat. 

Jungkook arrives shortly after you do, so you immediately lose the chance to rant about your annoyance towards the latter. He decides to sit across you and you don’t have the chance to complain about it either when he sticks the straw in his milk while he smirks at you. 

What an actual kid. 

You promised yourself you won’t let him get to you, choosing inner peace over fighting with a brat. Besides, two can play at this game, and it’s going to take more than a small carton of milk for him to truly vex you, so you simply smile at him back, returning the favor (of course, while secretly wishing he might choke on his banana milk too).  

“Would you guys mind if I recorded a little bit?” Murmurs of agreement are heard across the table. “Alrightey then,” says Soomin, “This time, none of you boys will be able to escape the camera this time around.” Just as you’d expected, Jimin and Jungkook whine in chorus, vocally expressing their petulance towards Soomin’s ‘vloggering’. 

“Hey! For all you know, you two might even bring more subscribers when I put you two as my thumbnail!” 

“I’m shy…” Jimin argues as he poorly covers his face with his small ID, yet continues to peek through the small gap between the card and the lanyard. 

Soomin rolls her eyes at their childishness and records her food first, praising how surprisingly appetizing the hospital food is. She proceeds to pan the camera towards you as you say hi for the second time today. As Soomin moves onto Jimin, he instantly puts his ID down and waves at the camera sporting a cute smile. “Everyone, this is what ‘camera shy’ looks like nowadays.” 

On the other hand, Jungkook, shameless as ever, pretends to not pay any regard to the camera but he decides to chew on his food with much suave, jaw tightening with every bite of the beef. Soomin calls on Jungkook to say hi, to which he responds by introducing himself and punctuating his statement with a flirty wink. 

For some reason, you feel your stomach drop at the action, causing you to look away momentarily while Soomin instantaneously switches back to her front camera, “Okay, everyone, let’s just pretend these two weren’t flirting with the camera just now.” Soomin shakes her head at the two, deciding that was enough content about lunch at the hospital cafeteria. 

“Shame the camera couldn’t handle it,” Jimin says, pouting as he places a hand over his chest. 

“Maybe it was the lady behind the camera that couldn’t,” adds Jungkook who continues to wink, alternating both his eyes before making a weird face. 

“Okay Jeon. I think that’s enough winking for today.” 

Jungkook wouldn’t stop though and Soomin finally looks at you for help, “Diagnosis: winkitis, ophthalmologist recommends immediate enucleation.”

“Of course! How could I forget? A wink for this young lady over here too.” Jungkook turns to you now but you simply squint your eyes at him as you fake choking on thin air, “I think I might have lost my appetite altogether.” 

As the three of you head back to the locker rooms to retrieve your stuff before going to the surgery department, another hospital staff stops briefly on their way to greet Soomin. It’s the third time in ten minutes and you’re starting to think Soomin knows not just ‘someone’ from the hospital. Strangely enough, they all seemed like they came from different departments too. This particular person must be of high authority or someone really famous to have people greet her as often as this. 

When you round the corner, at the end of the corridor is a lady in formal attire, sporting the same ID as yours  and it’s Soomin who approaches this person this time. As she pulls the person aside, she urges the three of you to go ahead, telling you she’ll catch up in a moment, leaving you sandwiched between Jimin and Jungkook who tower over you easily. 

“Jimin, do you happen to know who it is exactly she knows here?” 

The blond shakes his head no. “She’s never mentioned anybody in particular...all I know too is that she knows somebody here.” 

“Some relatives perhaps? Maybe she’s a family member of a renowned doctor here?” 

“How about her Youtube channel? Maybe she’s famous then? How many followers does she have?” 

You quickly tap on Youtube on your phone with Jungkook’s prodding, looking up her channel on the app. “It says here she’s got quite the following actually... “ you tilt the screen for them to see, “six thousand followers…” 

“That can’t be it. The second one who greeted her was at least in his mid-fifties...Boomers couldn’t have possibly been following...what does she vlog about again? Um… a day in the life of a med student…” 

From behind you, you faintly hear a ‘goodbye’ and you clear your throat, alerting the two of Soomin’s return. “What were you guys going on about here?” 

Jungkook chuckles, smoothly making up an alibi as he takes your phone in his hands, “Hope you don’t mind us checking out your channel…” Surely enough, your screen was showing a video of Soomin studying for her finals. 

“As long as you subscribe, it’s fine with me.” She gives you all a thumbs up. “It’s been a while since I posted anything though...Maybe if we get to the on-call room early, maybe I could film a few shots too! Come on!”  Soomin hooks your arm in hers and drags you to the locker rooms, leaving the two boys standing there in the middle of the hallway.

You figure the four of you were the first interns to arrive, as most of the doctors lounging around were either in their scrubs or heading out for lunch. “Soomin,” Jungkook seemingly deep in thought, taps the girl’s shoulder. 

“Hmm?” 

“Remember when you bumped into me on the day of our graduation...you were with someone right? Um...Jung...Ho...I can’t quite remember his name…” 

“Oh you mean Jung Hoseok? He’s my cousin.” 

As Jungkook opens his mouth to reply, someone calls Soomin from the other side of the room. “Soomin! You’re here!” You spot the surgeons you’ve met during the hospital tour earlier this morning - Dr. Min Yoongi, Dr. Kim Seokjin, and Dr. Kim Namjoon. You all bow promptly as soon as they stand up. 

“I didn’t really have that much of a choice,” Soomin grumbles as she gets squished with each of the doctors’ hugs. “Come on! You’re saying that as if Woocheon isn’t any good at all!” 

The three of you stand awkwardly in the corner while Soomin and the other doctors mingle with each other. You nudge Jungkook’s elbow, “Hey what’s with Soomin’s cous--?” 

“Oh right! These are my friends - ________, Park Jimin, and Jeon Jungkook.  We’re all under your care now.” The three doctors call you over, extending their arms out for a handshake, “Ready to lose your social life?” Dr. Min asks, his bright tone contrasting his drift. 

“It’s an honor to meet you Dr. Min, Dr. Kim, and Dr. Kim.” You bow curtly. “Oh doctor? It's too much! Call us sunbae instead. Oppa is cool too when we’re not working.” Dr. Seokjin’s handshake lingers a little longer than usual and you feel your cheeks start to heat up. “Besides, I don’t know what I’m doing most of the time.” 

Yoongi visibly grimaces at Seokjin’s words, while Namjoon covers his face with his hands, mumbling, “Hyung.... For the love of god, please make sure the patients never ever hear that…” 

Namjoon’s reaction elicits laughter from the whole group, but someone’s laugh stands out above all and it’s coming from the other side of the door. Soomin seems to recognize the voice instantly. “He’s here!” 

“Soooommmiiiiiinnn!!!” A loud voice echoes throughout the room. He hugs Soomin briefly, and addresses the rest of you. “Wassup bros?” The newcomer gives each of the surgeons a dap in greeting then turns to greet you three. 

“The whole gang's here!” He says, rubbing his chin, “Let me guess...Jeon Jungkook, _________, and Park Jimin, right?” 

Eyes wide in surprise, you nod slowly. “Soomin here has told me all about you!” Soomin is behind the man, drawing a hand across her throat. “My name’s Jung Hoseok, by the way. Nice to finally meet you all.” 

“He’s the next chairman of the Woocheon Medical City,” Seokjin whispers as he winks in your direction. Hoseok elbows him in the ribs. “No I’m not.” 

“Ah yes. Correction. Not yet.” Seokjin mumbles, massaging his sides. You, Jimin, and Jungkook look at each other with knowing gazes. So that’s the ‘someone’ Soomin knows. 

Woocheon ought to be...interesting.

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Out Of The Shadows - Part 4

Summary: Singing was the only thing that kept you breathing. To Kihyun, you were too talented to step away from. And by a cruel twist of fate, because of him, you became a singer - except you only sang in the shadows.

Pairing: Yoo Kihyun x female reader

Genre: idol au / angst / drama / romance

Warnings: Y/N has a serious injury, and ongoing implications from it that might trigger some people. In this part: nothing more than a lot of playful banter

Word count: 2002

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Chatting with Kihyun had opened up a door you hadn’t known was closed. Sure, after the fire, you found out who really cared, who only pitied you, and who couldn’t cope to be in your life anymore. But over the years, you hadn’t realised just how isolated you had become.

You could only count those who cherished you on one hand.

Going through the early stages of your new friendship with Kihyun was exhilarating. And it wasn’t because he made your heart flutter whenever he smiled at you, either.

“So, what are you doing after this?” he asked, scrolling mindlessly through your computer for a song to sing as he usually did.

“Not much.”

“You work from home, right?”

You nodded. “It makes life easier. I can wear whatever I like and avoid the staring.”

“That makes you your own boss. Well, kind of, yeah?”

“I suppose. I have allocated tasks to complete each day and week. But overall, it doesn’t matter when I get to them, as long as I do them.”

“Do you have anything to do tonight?” he continued with his questions, though with this one, you noticed the hesitance in his gaze. He didn’t quite look at you, seemingly shy for asking.

You frowned. “What’s with the fifty questions, Kihyun?”

“I need to blow off steam, and I booked time in the studio.”

“Here?”

He shook his head. “At work. We all have our own studio spaces to practice in.”

“And you need to book that in?”

“After schedules, no. But they normally end well into the early morning, so if I want it earlier, and I don’t have any individual work to do, I can book it in.”

“I won’t say what I instantly thought,” you mused, and Kihyun gave you a look before chuckling.

“It’s a bit excessive. But that’s the life of an idol sometimes.”

“Sounds exhausting.”

“It is. Which is why I want a break.”

You cocked your head to the side. “So, you opt to go to the studio instead? Why not go do a hobby or something.”

“Singing is still a hobby, even after all these years,” he replied with a playful nudge. Kihyun then stopped, gauging whether he had hurt you.

Dammit, you thought silently. You had almost relaxed entirely around him.

“Okay. Well, why are you telling me?”

“Want to come see?”

You blanched, looking wide-eyed at the man.

“Well, you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he offered quickly, chuckling awkwardly. “It was just an idea, and I thought maybe you could spot me as I film another cover or something.”

“You want me to?”

“I want that. Yeah,” he confirmed, smiling his smile that made his eyes turn into little half-moons.

“And it’s allowed?”

“I can have guests over if I clear them. I did that already.”

“Wait. It’s that simple for people to come into your workplace?” you breathed incredulously, wondering if all idol companies were the same. You had always imagined it was near impossible to get in unless you were staff or the talent themselves.

Kihyun beamed wickedly. “So maybe I cleared you as someone who works here.”

“Kihyun! I don’t—”

“Boah owns this studio. She owes me a favour or two. She promised to cover if anything happened.”

This was risky. On one hand, you were curious of his lifestyle more than what you had seen first-hand or heard about in his endless daily messages. Getting to see his studio would be a dream come true, and frankly, something you had always wanted to step into. Well, not Kihyun’s specifically, but one inside an actual company like Starship.

However, it wasn’t exactly the type of environment you thrust yourself into normally. You liked being in the shadows, where no one noticed you or questioned your appearance.

Kihyun was watching as you debated your options, his eyes trying to delve deeper into your own and find the answer before you spoke it. You smiled. He was like Boah that way.

“Promise me that I’ll be safe if I come in.”

“It’s not the government, Y/N. No one’s going to come out and scan you from head to toe to figure out your true identity,” he teased, and you rolled your eyes as he broke into hearty laughter. “Besides, some of the members will be around and—”

“Members?!” you cut in hastily, and Kihyun arched a questioning eyebrow at you. You cringed at your eagerness. “Wow. I just. Well, you know—”

“You’re such a Monbebe,” he announced, and you gaped at his smug statement, shaking your head unconvincingly. Kihyun leaned closer with a pout. “Isn’t one idol enough to blow your mind?”

“Sometimes Boah is right when it comes to you. You really are full of yourself.”

Kihyun grinned. “It’s just me talking myself up, so I don’t have to deal with the rejection right now.”

“Why would I reject you?”

“It was in your eyes a moment ago. Me mentioning my fellow members, though… wow, and here I thought we were friends, Y/N. You lit up like a Christmas tree.”

“Quit teasing me if you want me to come,” you grumbled, and Kihyun smiled genuinely.

“You’ll join me?”

“I’m curious.”

“If you say it’s about Jooheon or Min—”

“About your setup,” you cut in with a flushed expression, watching his eyes disappear with delight again.

Oh boy. Kihyun was going to work your emotions hard tonight.

He gave you all the information you needed and told you to come by at 9PM. Of course, you entertained the anxiety of somehow not getting through security at the front when you stepped inside Starship a few minutes before time, convinced that they would see you for what you truly were.

You still couldn’t quite figure out what that was.

A friend of Kihyun’s, definitely. But places like this overwhelmed you. The hurt resurfaced, knowing you had auditioned here before. You couldn’t face being turned away again, even if it was for something unrelated to your voice.

After explaining who you were to the clerk at the front of the office, she nodded once she confirmed your appointment and gave you the elevator directions you needed to get to Kihyun. Nodding thankfully, you walked on through, placing the VISITOR lanyard around your neck shakily.

It was that easy.

Still shocked by your acceptance, when in the past you had been rejected at the first round, you stepped into the elevator and hit the floor you needed. Your emotional state didn’t ease up any when you came face to face with an idol as the doors pinged open.

Well, two.

“Ah!” Jooheon said when your eyes went round, and Kihyun slapped the bigger man off of him, the pair straightening up. “You must be the infamous Y/N.”

You quirked an eyebrow at your friend’s exasperated expression, trying not to giggle at how hopeless Kihyun appeared.

And then he moved before Jooheon could, reaching gently for your hand. “I told you not to make a big deal about this!”

You were inwardly making a very big deal about Kihyun’s hand lacing with yours.

Jooheon grinned. “I’m not making a big deal about this. It’s nice to meet you, Y/N.”

“You too,” you breathed out softly, darting your gaze anxiously between the pair. “What’s the problem?”

“Kihyun has never invited someone here,” Jooheon announced before the other Monsta X member could speak as you all started to walk into the department, and you felt his hand tense against yours.

“Not true, and you know it!”

“Okay, he hasn’t invited a friend in,” Jooheon corrected, his gaze falling to your linked hands with glee.

For some reason, you felt incredibly comfortable with holding Kihyun’s hand like this already.

“As opposed to you then?” Kihyun shot back, attempting to throw off Jooheon’s keen interest.

It worked. “I have not!”

“Uh-huh. Anyway, this is work, not pleasure, Jooheon,” he muttered, and you bit your bottom lip, stifling your laughter.

Kihyun was rather adorable with how frazzled he was.

He always seemed in control of himself and his reactions – well, aside from your argument that time. Now, with Jooheon openly winding him up, you could see two things.

He had a formidable friendship with Jooheon, and he was anxious to have you here.

“Should I ask you to keep the door unlocked?” Jooheon taunted, and you shot him a surprised look, the younger idol still gleaming with enjoyment.

“I swear to God, I will—”

“Is this Y/N?” another voice asked, and you turned to see a head pop out of a room, the smile that crossed Changkyun’s lips almost making your knees give out.

“Does everyone know about me?” you whispered to Kihyun, who looked as if he was having an existential crisis.

“Yeah.”

“Everything?” you asked more cautiously, and Kihyun’s eyes flashed with your vulnerable information. He shook his head, and you relaxed at his side.

It was only then that you realised he was still holding your hand and that it was becoming clammy – though you couldn’t tell who was behind that.

“We’re going to go sing now. No one interrupt us,” Kihyun announced, shooting the rap line a dark look whilst you bowed your head politely and waved back after Changkyun did it first.

Once inside Kihyun’s studio space, he shut the door and leaned against it.

You smirked. “Going to leave it unlocked as suggested?”

“That was so embarrassing. You’d think they don’t have enough work to do, and they’re bored or something.”

“You never mentioned you told them about me,” you said as you took a seat in the office chair Kihyun gestured to.

“I haven’t said much. Honest. They’re just teasing me.”

“Because you don’t bring people in?”

Kihyun sighed and dragged a hand down his face slowly. “No. Not often. Jooheon has a lot of friends in the industry who he records with. I have some, but mostly, I go to their studios instead.”

“I’m honoured,” you announced with a giggle, and Kihyun groaned loudly, rolling his chair towards the tech in front of him.

“We’re here to sing, but I’m not sure I’m going to be any good now.”

“You’re just saving face, right? I couldn’t imagine you not being able to sing your way through anything.”

Kihyun laughed and nodded his head loosely. “Well, you have me there.”

“So, you want to record a new cover song tonight?”

“Maybe. I’m still wondering if I’m ready to or not. I’ve practised a little, but I want it to be good when I post it online.”

“I can help you with it. What song?”

“Let’s warm-up first,” Kihyun suggested, not telling you which song it was. You frowned and poked him softly. He glanced at you and grinned. “I’m nervous.”

“I can tell. Why?”

“I don’t actually know. Maybe we could sing together first. It always calms me down.”

“I’ve been working on a Monsta X song this week,” you admitted gently, aware that his gaze had snapped to your face. “From your All About Luv album.”

Kihyun smiled warmly, tapping a finger over his chin thoughtfully. “Let me guess.”

“If you say Misbehave, I’ll go yell at Jooheon that you need to have this door open,” you commented curtly, and Kihyun busted into laughter as you folded your arms over your chest. “It’s a great song, don’t get me wrong.”

“If we did that song, let me tell you, Minhyuk would like you a lot. He’s got a soft spot for it.”

“I wonder why,” you responded, sharing a smile with Kihyun. You then shook your head. “Someone’s Someone. I like that one.”

“Well, isn’t it a good thing I know it well.”

“You should know all your songs well,” you bit back and then giggled. “Like Hero.”

Kihyun visibly shuddered and shot you a look. “You’re too much.”

“Really? I’m just getting started.”

“Sing with me, Y/N. Tease me later,” he asked, and you nodded, ready for the session to begin.

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Part 5

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