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Wildin', on a boat on an island | Rúben Dias Imagine

Rating / genre: M (18+); smut, fluff

Pairings: Reader x Rúben Dias

Summary: Y/N and Rúben go on vacation..again.

Warnings: Explicit smut, explicit talk, oral (f receiving), unprotected vaginal penetration (don't do it!!! stay safe!), hair grabbing, use of pet names "baby", "babe", "princesa"

AN: manifesting this photos energy <3 enjoy x

Word Count: 5 871 words

This is a work of fiction. The story, names, characters and incidents either are product or the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Your eyes narrowed slightly as you analyzed the shirtless brunette standing in front of you, your arms were crossed firmly across your chest. His eyebrows were raised as he awaited your answer, his back pressed against the kitchen island.

“You are suggesting we don’t sleep together for the vacation..why?” you questioned, waiting for a decent explanation.

“Because..my parents room is literally 30 centimeters from ours.” he explained quickly as he shrugged his shoulders with ease “AND I didn’t say that we can’t sleep in the same room! Just no funny business while in it..”

For more context, Rúben had asked you to accompany him on a little trip, on this beautiful boat on his family vacation. And has decided that now - an hour till you guys go on the boat - is the perfect time to let you know he didn’t want to have sex with you.

“It’s not like that has stopped you before?!?” you questioned him, with some suspicion still.

“Babe..in the house is different. It’s a big house. Practically no one can hear us.” he answered with obviousness, it was a simple but logical answer “Listen, I’m going to go upstairs to bring your luggage down and put it in the car, while you cool off a bit, yeah?”

You already knew it was probably one of the worst ideas he'd ever had and considering it's impulsive, spontaneous Rúben we're talking about..it was indeed terrible.

"No." you replied simply, with no further explanation or motives as to why.

Rúben looked actually taken aback by your answer, not being used to getting a ‘no’, not even from you. Though, he knew the only reason you'd said ‘no’ was to contradict him, and you, having no apparent reason to refuse, was an open invitation for Rúben to keep insisting.

“Come on, it'll only be three days out.” Rúben insisted, using the nicest voice he could “Out there in the nice sea, with perfect weather, with food, drinks and a nice AC system... yeah? Plus - the boat has a double jacuzzi! Yeah?” he questioned you with a raised eyebrow, and at that, you shut your mouth.

“I-”

“Uh huh, exactly.”

“I can live without it!”

“Oh, come on Y/N..” Rúben sighed heavily, closing his eyes for a few seconds, as if recharging his patience before adding “I'll give you whatever you want, whatever it is, I'll get it for you..after those three days. The only condition is - no sex on the boat."

That really got you thinking.

“I can’t believe you. You sound really confident in yourself right now! Why do you think it is going to be me that is going to initiate something with you first? But you’re lucky that I love João, Bernardete and Ivan and would love to spend time with them. Have a great day Mr. Dias.” and with that you went inside the house to get your luggage because you are an independent young lady, who is not going to let things play out like her boyfriend wants to.

In no time at all, the five of you were out. Rúben told you it would take a couple of hours to reach the perfect spot and if everything went well the fun on the boat could start in the early hours of the next day.

It didn't seem like a bad plan, so you saw no reason to complain, it seemed fair. And if it wasn't so many days together you could easily ignore him.

Rúben had kept his word about the ship's commodities, there were all kinds of snacks, drinks, and he had brought other kinds of substances. It was actually very comfortable and a part of you was glad you'd accepted to join them. But you still weren’t able to relax knowing your man didn’t wanna sleep with you.

To say you were pissed at him was an understatement, but you were at that point of anger where you didn't even bother to show it, you immediately resorted to ignoring Rúben, which was very hard to do considering the fact that he was walking basically naked around you, only wearing his stupid short shorts that you wanted to rip off of him so bad.

You had had your doubts about it at first, but now you were more than grateful that you had packed your swimsuits. Since you were giving Rúben the cold shoulder, you would have to find another way to entertain yourself; and being that you were in the sea and the weather is so nice, the most logical and comfortable thing to do would be to lie down on your towel, put on your sunglasses on and at least get a good tan out of it.

Rúben, on the other hand, was annoyed with himself. He knew it was among the possibilities that you would get mad at him and do just what you are doing now, which is ignoring him completely.

He hadn't seen you since last night, when you two had an argument during dinner about sleeping in separate rooms, which you insisted on. Since he didn’t wanna have sex with you - you didn’t want to tempt him..yet.

Rúben felt his heart almost leap out of his chest as soon as he saw you come out of the booth, in your red swimsuit, the one that accentuated every curve of your body. You'd worn it around him before, and the last time you did, he fucked you in the pool.

You seemed not to have seen him, or if you had, then you did a very good job of pretending he wasn't there. Once you knew you were within his range of view and he could see you perfectly well, you bent over to lay your towel on the floor of the boat, feeling the fabric of your bathing suit slide slightly over your butt. It wasn't much, but just enough.

Rúben’s jaw tightened so bad he feared his teeth would crack, to keep from letting out a groan at the sight, he closed his eyes shut and gripped the edge of the table until his knuckles turned white; focusing on what Ivan was telling him, trying to get the image of you, bent over a few feet in front of him in nothing but your bathing suit, out of his mind.

Rúben knew you were doing it on purpose, you knew how much he liked that bathing suit on you. But today? Right now? You were playing very dirty games with his head.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't take his eyes off you. The way your skin glowed under the sun, how well your swimsuit fit and the fact that you were doing this to provoke him, caused his shorts to feel too tight all of a sudden.

Rúben didn't even know what to do with himself, so he decided to go take a cold bath; he wouldn't give you the satisfaction of messing with his head like that.

He excused himself and exited the small cabin, leaving Ivan, and you lifted your head to see him walk away. Rúben looked a little uncomfortable and you noticed how he slightly tugged the front of his shorts as he walked.

"What, do I make you nervous, Rúbes?" you teased in a loud voice, causing him to turn around and flip you off. Without saying anything else, Rúben entered another door and slammed it shut.

And with that, a little victory smile appeared on your lips.

Eventually, tanning got boring. You looked down at your own body and lifted the edge of your swimsuit slightly, the tan lines were just the way you liked them, on point. Full of satisfaction, you gathered your things and decided to go back inside, maybe to take a bath and eat something.

You entered quietly, not wanting to attract anybody's attention. You walked down the hallway to the bathroom. Just as you grabbed the bathroom doorknob to open it - the door opened. Out of the bathroom came Rúben, with nothing but a towel tied around his hips. You stopped dead in your tracks in the hallway at the sight, which you couldn't deny was very good. The towel was wrapped around Rúben’s hips so low that his prominent V-line was visible to a rather dangerous point, one you didn't want to let your eyes get to.

He was shirtless obviously, so you had a perfect view of his defined torso and muscular arms, some water droplets still rolled down his body, making a path from his chest, down his abdomen and getting lost under his towel.

His hair was still wet, framing his face perfectly. His dark eyes were fixed on you, and you realized, too late already, there was a little smile on his lips, prompted by the way you were eyefucking him.

“What, do I make you nervous, princesa?” Rúben questioned you, using the same condescending tone and smirk you had earlier, as he took a step closer to you.

You genuinely felt your knees weaken at his voice and the way he looked, but you were too proud to let him know that, so you simply shrugged.

“Come closer and maybe I'll tell you.” you teased with a low tone, letting your eyes travel down his body.

Rúben’s smirk only grew and you thought that finally you two were on the same page, thinking about the same thing, and more importantly, that it would happen. He took a confident step towards you, so this way he was towering over you, his chest barely inches away from yours, his lips basically hovering over yours.

You placed both hands on his body, letting them travel from his abs all the way to his chest, causing him to bite his lip at the feeling. Rúben leant down even more, his lips grazing with yours, breaths mixing and skin touching.

And then..

You pushed him out of the way and locked yourself in the bathroom. By doing that, provoking Rúben in that way and then putting a door between the two of you - you had started a silent game, in which you were provoking each other in an obvious way, waiting to see who is going to give in first. And you were determined it is not going to be you.

After hours of playing tease, any slight contact or brush from Rúben’s skin against yours had you biting your lip to silence a sound and any look you gave Rúben with your bedroom eyes had him on the verge of jumping your bones.

The staring game got a little too heavy for Rúben, so he stood up from the booth and walked to the kitchen, pulling out a cold bottle of water to refresh himself. You knew you couldn't let him get away with it, at least not without trying, so you stood up and walked to the kitchen as well, if he asked, then being dinner time would be a perfect excuse.

Rúben heard you walk into the kitchen, but paid no mind, deciding to focus solely on his water, placing a hand on the kitchen island and letting his head hang low. Funny enough, the drawer where pans are kept is right where Rúben is, by his left hand, and sure as hell you wouldn't ask anything from him. Which left you with only one choice.

You walked to where he stood, which he noticed as he turned his head sideways to look at you, and right when he took a step back, you found the perfect opportunity to slip right between him and the kitchen island, your body grinding on him, in all the right places.

The sound of Rúben’s breathing picking up gave you a sense of victory, as you remained in front of him and bent slightly to take out the pan you needed, only to walk away right when you felt him harden behind you and the ghost of his hand over your hip.

He really thought he had you. Again.

Your smile of victory didn't disappear, not even when the stove wouldn't turn on and you had to resort to chopping fruit and hoping that was enough to rid your hunger. Now is when Rúben found the perfect opportunity to tease you back, seeing as you were completely distracted while cutting fruit. He slowly walked back into the kitchen, making sure you couldn't hear him. You were completely clueless to his presence, even when he stood right behind you.

However, as soon as Rúben took another step closer, you did become aware of his presence. Very.

“Oh, don't mind me.” he mumbled in your ear.

“Rúben, what are you doing?” you asked, pretending to be completely unbothered, while the reality is that you're screaming on the inside. His chest was pressed to your back, one of his hands had found its way to your hips, and his breath tingled in your ear.

And right there was when he reached out to grab a glass, which was on the cabinet above your head. The reality is that he didn't have to stretch to reach the glass, it was just a matter of raising his arm. But where was the fun in that?

As he stretched, his body pressed even closer against yours, you could feel him hard against you, his breath now in your ear. And in an attempt to avoid his lips, you bent over, a move that only served in Rúben’s favor, causing you to bite your lip in an attempt to silence the moan that would come from your lips.

You both were thinking the same thing. Of just how easy it would be for him to take you right there and then.

But you wouldn't give up just yet, no sir, you still had one ace up your sleeve. Which is why you picked up your fruit tray and slid out from the right space between the bar and Rúben’s body.

Normally, you wouldn't care if Rúben decided to just watch you eat instead of eating something himself, but right now it had you on edge.

You and his mother were sitting on the couch in the booth, while Rúben and Ivan were sitting opposite of you, their dad fishing on the other end of the boat. Rúben was sitting on the seat in front of you, his legs spread slightly, his hands on his thighs and his eyes fixed on you. He was basically manspreading, occasionally lifting his hips from the chair to ‘get comfortable’, but you weren't stupid.

“Are you done flexing your muscles?” you asked him boredly, raising an eyebrow at him.

He opened his mouth to say something, but closed again as you stood up, his eyes followed your hand closely, especially when you drove your fingers to your lips and sucked the remaining fruit juice off them. The sight almost made him roll his eyes, but not in annoyance.

“I'm going to the jacuzzi.” you announced, letting your eyes travel over him. “You continue doing that.”

Even though it had not been an open or direct invitation, you knew Rúben had understood the innuendo.

You hurried to the jacuzzi, taking off your clothes as the water heated up, you poured the bubble soap while letting your hair down, knowing that Rúben wouldn't be long in coming, although he wasn't hot on your heels to disguise how desperate he was, you knew he was coming for you.

As you stared at the steaming, bubbly water, a wicked idea found its way to your mind.

Meanwhile, Rúben paced back and forth in the hallway, running his hands through his hair repeatedly, especially when he stopped and had that urge to open the bathroom door where he knew you were.

You're just a door away and what's holding him back is his pride. Knowing that if he opens that door, he's admitting his need for you. Proving that chasing after you is more important than his pride.

He cursed himself for what felt the longest time before giving in and opening the bathroom door. The first thing he saw was steam. Lots of it. It made him squint his eyes while they trailed over the place in search of you.

His eyes fell on the jacuzzi, it was filled with small bubbles, the room smelt like you, white musk scent surrounding you. And there you were, your back pressed against the side of the jacuzzi, arms spread over the edge, the bubbly water covering your body, stopping right below your collarbones, just atop of your chest.

His mind automatically went places, but Rúben kept his thoughts at bay as he took off his shirt without a word. You did nothing but stare at him, your eyes following his every move, from the way he gripped the edge of his shirt, to the way he slid it off his body and his torso came into view.

Rafe took a step closer, but he felt something soft under his foot, so he looked down. And what did he find?

Your swimsuit.

At first he didn't process entirely what it meant, but then his eyes widened.

You were naked.

In the jacuzzi that's just a couple of steps away from him.

And he was just..standing there like an idiot? Rúben was embarrassed of himself.

A soft giggle escaped your lips when you noticed how flustered Rúben suddenly got, he actually struggled while taking off his shorts and if you hadn't been so amused by the view, you would have offered to help.

Eventually he stopped fumbling with its ties and right when he pulled it down his hips, you looked away. Your tongue glided over your teeth as you felt the temptation to look, but you were stronger than that.

“Enjoying the jacuzzi you said you could live without?” Rúben asked in a calm tone as he got in it, sitting by your right side.

“Very much.” you assured, running your hand through the water, moving the bubbles slightly, you really had no intention other than to distract yourself from how nervous you were, still, Rúben tried to see through the bubbles.

He couldn't handle himself anymore, he had denied himself of you for so long that he wanted you now. Told himself he was crazy. But now that he has you in front of him - he will do anything to have you.

And an idea popped up in his mind. He knew this would be pathetic, lame even, but it would work.

As you both did nothing but enjoy the hot tub and tried to ignore each other's bodies, Rúben discreetly slid his hand to the side control panel of the hot tub. Although he would never admit it, he spends so much time in the hot tub that he learned the controls by heart. So he knew exactly which buttons to push to disable two of the hot tub jets, the ones on your side, for that matter.

Your state of relaxation was interrupted as soon as you stopped feeling the hot water flowing on your side of the jacuzzi, the vibrations had stopped and you no longer felt the soft massages on your skin.

You raised your head and opened your eyes, noticing that indeed, the water stopped on your side. “What the..”

“What's wrong?” Rúben asked, his eyes closed as he did his best to hide a little smirk.

“The water just..stopped?” you replied in confusion, not understanding why he was so calm.

“Oh, that's bad. My side is just fine.” he replied simply, opening his eyes.

You rolled your eyes at his disinterested tone. You couldn't believe that you had actually gone out of your way to plan all this and he couldn't even stop getting on your nerves for a second.

Utterly done with his bullshit, you slowly moved to the little steps that led out of the hot tub, the last thing you wanted was to slip and embarrass yourself.

However, before you could even reach them, you felt long fingers wrapping around your wrist, his skin was soft and warm due to the hot bubbly water. You turned to look at him, doing your best to keep your eyes focused on his.

“Come closer.” his voice was calm, his fingers softly tugged your wrist; as if wanting to pull you closer but not quite to make you uncomfortable.

You complied to his request and walked slowly to where he sat, the bubbles doing all the work and covering your body from his. You kept getting closer, Rúben slowly opened his legs, so you could stand between them.

The feeling of the skin of his thighs against yours was your cue to stop, knowing that if you took one step closer, you'd feel him against you.

His eyes bore on yours. The hazel color of his eyes was darkened by the lust running through his body, his pupils were dilated, his lips plump and red. He was one hell of a handsome man.

Your faces were inches away from each other, but neither of you would yield to the temptation.

You bit your lip slightly as soon as you felt Rúben’s large hands resting on your hips, the grip was firm, showing he wasn't hesitating.

Testing the waters, you took a step closer and he let you, the grip on your hips becoming firmer and more secure, you could even say you felt him pulling you into his body slightly.

Keeping eye contact, Rúben’s hand began to slide lightly, brushing your hip with his fingertips. His hand moved down to your thigh, where he caressed your thigh with his fingertips, drawing imaginary circles, which moved closer and closer to the center of your legs.

Knowing exactly what he was doing, you felt fire in the pit of your stomach. You wanted him. And you wanted him now. But you also didn't want to give him the satisfaction. Maybe after all you were as stubborn as he claimed you were.

You motioned to move your leg, and immediately, Rúben took a hold of your thigh, stopping you. A smirk appeared on your lips. Without saying anything, you yielded to his touch and moved even closer, putting your leg over his thigh and quickly bringing the other leg up as well, straddling him.

The direct contact of your skin with Rúben’s, your core brushing against his dick..made him let out an agitated sigh right in your ear.

And you would have teased him about it, but the truth is that the contact of his hard dick against your body almost made you moan. He was right under you, all it took was for you to raise slightly and for him to align himself.

Ignoring how much you wanted to grind on him, you put your arms around his shoulders, wrapping your arms around his neck in the process, moving even closer, your chest pressed against his and your chin resting on his shoulder, wanting to enjoy the warm water a while longer before the inevitable happened.

Rúben’s arms wrapped around your body, your breasts pressed against his chest, your pussy brushing just the right places on his dick. If this is the game you wanted to play, then Rúben would be just as good at it.

He lifted his hips slightly and at that you couldn't help but let out a gasp, which you prayed he hadn't heard, but he did and it only fed his ego.

As his fingertips caressed your spine, Rúben moved your hair from your shoulders to get better access and brought his lips to your neck. He started with innocent kisses, little brushes of his lips against your skin, while his fingertips caressed your skin.

However, he was determined to break you. He brought his lips to the small spot below your ear, where he sucked, receiving an audible moan from you. One of his hands had slid down your back until it ended at your left asscheek, which he squeezed and used to push your body against his, causing you to grind on him.

“Fuck..” you mumbled, throwing your head back out of mere instinct.

He had so many dirty comments to make, but he decided to concentrate on you. Since you had thrown your head back, he had more access to your neck. He brought his lips to your skin again, starting to leave little bites and kisses all over, while one of his hands traveled to your breasts, his fingers taking one of your nipples and giving it a twist.

At this you squirmed slightly on top of him, your hips moving against his, rubbing his dick in such a perfect way that it made him growl against your skin.

“You like that, meu amor?” he murmured against your skin, voice husky “Want me to do it again?”

“Yes.” you mumbled breathlessly.

His fingers moved deftly between your legs, as you grasped his jaw and moved his head to the side, so that you could have access to his neck and an efficient way to quiet the sounds he would elicit from you.

His index finger slipped between your folds, while his thumb searched for your clit until he found it, and began to give circular notions. You accidentally left a little bite on his neck, which was welcomed by Rúben , as he started to speed up his thumb and slid his middle finger inside you.

“Rúbenn..” you murmured, your walls automatically tightening around his finger.

“Does this feel good, princesa?” he murmured in your ear as his thumb accelerated his movements, he slid his ring finger in as well, your walls clenching at his voice "Oh it does, you're already clenching around my fingers."

Now he had two fingers inside you, which he began to move in a come hither motion, hitting your sweet spot instantly, the one he had found in a matter of seconds.

“Oh, fuuuck, Rúb-”

He could feel you, how your walls clenched around his fingers so tightly it was hard for him to move them, your kisses on his neck had become sloppy and wet and your eyes were closed. Just when you felt you would reach the tip of ecstasy, Rúben pulled his fingers out of you.

You were about to yell at him, but he spoke first, taking your jaw with one of his hands, fixing his eyes on yours.

“I want to make you cum on my dick, yeah?”

And you swore you could've come right there. Just by his words.

“Yeah?” he questioned again, making you realize it had been more of a way to get your permission.

“Yeah.” you nodded your head eagerly and that was all he needed.

Rúben wrapped his arms around you and stood up, you instinctively wrapped your legs around his torso, biting your lip in anticipation for what was about to come.

Rúben knew the boat like the back of his hand, so in a matter of no time, both of you were in his room. Rúben placed you down on his bed, not caring in the least that you were wetting it.

He was soon close to you again, his lips on your skin. Your breathing started to become erratic, unable to control yourself in the face of the new sensations. His kisses traveled all over your neck, part of your shoulders and even on your jaw.

Without a word, Rúben grabbed you with moderate force by the jaw and caught your lips with his immediately. You lost yourself in the kiss completely, the sensation of his lips against yours stoking the fire within you even more.

Unable to stay still and wanting to discover your whole body, Rúben began to leave kisses and little bites on your neck. You tried to grab his face to bring him back to your lips, but as soon as you tried, he pulled away from you, took your wrists and put them against the bed, his face was above yours, the room was barely being illuminated by the light that was filtering through the blinds, so you couldn't see much, only the shadow of his features.

“You want me?” he asked over your lips, his voice hoarser than usual and his breathing was rapid.

“I want you. So bad.”

You saw the shadow of a victorious smile on his lips and felt them against yours again, he put both hands holding your wrists above your head, and held both of your wrists with one hand, freeing his other one.

His kisses began to descend again, with a slowness that clearly had the sole purpose of driving you crazy. You lifted your hips off the bed so you could feel some more of him, while Rúben took advantage of this and positioned himself between your legs with ease.

He stopped kissing you momentarily, you could feel his breath on your skin and without warning, he returned his hand in between your thighs and now pushed three fingers inside you, while his thumb returned to your clit, you inevitably ended up letting out a moan, as his fingers had hit the right spot again. Having located the spot already, he began to move his fingers faster and deeper, curving them from time to time, accelerating the speed of his thumb as well.

His lips went lower and lower, until his head was between your thighs and your hand was lost in his hair. His lips concentrated on your clit, sucking and circling it with his tongue, making you let out an erotic moan that you were ashamed of, because of how loud it had been.

His hand kept up that incredible rhythm, but what made you almost climax was the feeling after he sucked on your clit and bit down lightly.

“Rú- Rúben..I'm gonna-”

That was all he needed to know to remove his hand, he would keep up with his word. As soon as he moved his hand away from your pussy, you immediately felt the emptiness, but you were too busy getting back to normal to complain.

Rúben brought his fingers covered with your wetness to his lips and licked them clean, the sight of that, combined with the ‘mmm’ that he let out, was mouth watering.

Rúben pulled you closer to him, so that your legs were over his thighs, he placed his hands on the sides of your head. His dick rubbed against your entrance, which brought gasps to both of your lips.

He leaned over you and you could hear his breathing fast and heavy in your ear, it was almost like he was waiting for something.

“What's wrong?” you asked. “Are you doubt- ”

You didn't get to finish saying the sentence, because he entered you with a quick movement of his hips, making you moan immediately, it took a few seconds to get used to the sensation of having him inside you. It always did. No matter how many times you've slept together, he is just so big.

He stayed still for a few seconds, letting out hoarse mumbles of how good you felt, directly into your ear. Once you felt comfortable, you tightened your walls around him, which made him let out a grunt and start moving his hips against yours.

You brought your hands to his neck and pulled his face to yours, bringing your lips together in a desperate kiss, as his hips moved incessantly, one of your hands tangled in his hair and as if on reflex, he put a hand around your neck, squeezing the sides lightly, something that made you moan into his lips.

“How could you do this to me? All that teasing..I’m not made from steel..” he whispered in your ear.

“Rúben, oh my God..”

“I love you so much.”

His words and the movement of his hips made your eyes roll “Don't stop, babe..please.”

He pulled his face away from yours and placed his weight on the arm he had placed at the side of your head, speeding up his movements. You wrapped your legs around his waist to deepen things.

You noticed that he started to slow down, but his movements still had depth. You knew he was doing it so he wouldn't tire quickly, but maybe you could help. You used a considerable amount of strength to be able to turn you both around, ending up on top of him, while he looked at you with his lower lip between his teeth.

Just to tease him further, you slipped his dick out of you and moved away, your body hovering over his thighs. He sat down on the bed, waiting for you to do something, but you only smirked at him.

Rúben sat there while stroking himself and being done with your attitude, grabbed you by the waist and pulled you back to him, starting to fill your breasts with wet kisses and hickeys, biting your nipples from time to time, while you put your legs around him, slowly positioning yourself on top of him, again.

You knew you wouldn’t last too long, anyway.

“Stop teasing me, princesa.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

He used the grip he had on your hips and pulled you down, entering you again, a hoarse moan came from his lips. You pushed him down by the chest so he’d lay down and began to move on top of him, in circles and up and down while his hands were on your hips and yours on his chest.

You knew those moves were only satisfying you, as you moved as you needed to, and Rúben was quick to notice that. The grip he had on your hips began to tighten, a sign that he was getting desperate. Until he finally sat down in a rush, and began to move you at the pace he wanted, as the hand he kept on your hip guaranteed him control.

“You're so stubborn, you know that?” he emphasized every word with a hip thrust.

“Fuck, fu- fuck, Rú- Rúb-..” you weren't even able to say his name, or speak at all.

You placed one hand on his shoulder and another on his neck, starting to move faster. He left sloppy kisses on your chest and you scratched his back, sometimes even left bites on his shoulder to stifle moans, especially when he murmured things in your ear, along the lines of ‘you're mine’, ‘this pussy feels so good’, ect.

It didn't take long before you two began to lose rhythm, his movements were erratic and your speed had slowed. Until he finally came inside you, seeing the way his eyes closed tightly, as heavy breaths came from between his pink lips along with the “Fuck, Y/N, you feel like heaven..” he mumbled, was what made you climax too.

While you both came down from your highs, there was nothing but silence, Rúben was still inside you and remained like that, after he turned you over, collapsed on top of you and you wrapped your arms around his body, both of you falling asleep without another word.

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24 Hours - Chapter 5

[Alpha!Reader x Haku]

Summary: You were starting to get through your friend group by this point, and the pool was narrowing down as to who could be left. That’s why it’s confusing when you wake up in sheets washed in rose water. Who of your friends would do something like that?! GN!Alpha!Reader x Multiple

Warnings: N-sfw content

(Omg, we’re getting so close to the end now! This is the penultimate chapter before the epilogue and things are certainly getting complicated. How is @omeganronpa going to pick?? I don’t envy the job. Anyway, happy holidays and I hope you enjoy it!!! 💞💞)

Word count: 5.5k

Prologue - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Epilogue

You woke slowly today, your limbs still feeling heavy and relaxed in the best possible way, with only had one thought echoing around your head:

“You will have 24 hours with the seven people you could love the most and who could love you in return. Learn so that you may choose wisely.”

No, not that one, you thought irritated, mentally waving it away. This one:

Why did it smell like roses?

You sat up, trying to locate the smell, but as you moved, the scent faded; it was coming from the bedsheets. You laid back down and buried your face into the silk pillows, taking a deep breath and savouring the fresh scent and the softness on your skin. It smelt like the sheets had been washed in rose water.

You wracked your brain thinking about which one of your friends would wash their bedsheets in rose water, but you drew a blank. You could maybe see Neji doing it, but you knew it wasn’t him. Other than that… who? Unless this was the world where you became a stay-at-home alpha and you’d gone overboard on the cleaning from boredom.

A snoop around the room only left you with more questions. You’d gone straight to the window first, to see if you were in a clan compound of some description, but no, it looked like you were in a single detached cottage somewhere very wooded, perhaps on the Northern outskirts of Konoha, but you weren’t sure. The wardrobe had unfamiliar clothes, unfamiliar things, no framed photos apart from yours… You were seriously going into this one blind. The only thing you did notice was that the box of weaponry in the room contained weapons that you rarely use, so they likely didn’t belong to you.

So, this person was a shinobi… that was all you had to go on. Which was basically nothing because you didn’t know any people who weren’t shinobi.

Feeling uncomfortable from the lack of information, you decided to get dressed so you felt more prepared, choosing clothing that was easy to fight or flee in, just to calm your nerves. You didn’t actually expect anything to escalate but being alone in the woods with an unknown shinobi was putting you on edge.

The house you were in was small, and as you stepped out onto the landing, fully intending to check out the other rooms, you quickly realised there was only one other door, and it led to a quaint bathroom. So much for gathering information before going downstairs. You were just going to have to bite the bullet and see who it was for yourself.

You descended the stairs without incident, unfortunately there was no smell of breakfast cooking, but you when you got to the bottom, you heard something faint in the distance. Someone was… singing?

You walked through the house, noting how beautiful it was as you went, following the singing. Neji and your home had been beautiful, but simple and traditional. This home was like something out of a magazine, with the perfect arrangement of blankets and cushions on every soft surface, a cute window seat, fresh flowers on every table and an immaculate warm toned colour scheme. You were getting more and more convinced that this person was just going to be like, someone you had a mission with one time, rather than one of your friends, because you couldn’t think of any of them that would (or could) design a home like this.

Following the voice led you all the way through the house and to a kitchen with an open back door. Hesitantly, you peered out.

The singing man had his back to you. He was wearing house clothes but with an apron and sunhat on, and his hair was incredibly long and dark, the tips of the dark strands resting at the back of his upper thighs (and you had to consciously stop yourself from thinking about the upper thigh region after last night’s massage shenanigan.) He was walking around with a watering can and tending to a magnificent garden. The house was small, but the garden had no such constraints.

From what you could see, the garden was designed around a series of walkways, so there was no real open green space, just trails of green that led you in between numerous flower beds and collections of wildflowers. The garden seemed to hold everything from daffodils to watermelons, and unlike the day you’d just come from, summer was clearly in full swing, sunlight filtering through all the leaves.

It was beautiful and you clearly had the mysterious man to thank for it. The way he watered and pruned the garden spoke of such love and care, that it almost made you feel emotional by proxy.

You also felt a bit silly for being scared of being alone with this person when they were clearly so attached to bringing life, not ending it.

You watched as he put the watering can down and turned, catching sight of you in the doorway. He smiled, adjusting his sunhat and basically floating his way over to you.

For a second you had no idea who he was, and when you figured it out, it took another second for you to pick your jaw up off the floor. There was no way.

“Are you alright?” he asked softly as he approached. His voice sounded different now, not massively so, but enough that you weren’t surprised that you didn’t recognise it. “You look surprised.”

“I’m fine, Haku,” you said, forcing out his name just to check. You half expected confusion, questions about who Haku was, but no, he only smiled at you again. He looked so stunning in the sunlight, dirt on his fingers, adorable apron.

It was Haku. From your first C Rank mission all those years ago.

You remembered everything like it was yesterday. It was such a defining moment in your shinobi career and with your team, hell, even in your life. When Zabuza had died to Kakashi’s Chidori, Haku had been distraught. He’d been even worse when Gato revealed his plan and Haku had believed Zabuza to have died for nothing. He had expressed a desire to die too, at the time.

Thankfully, he had stayed for a while longer and Naruto’s famous therapy-no-jutsu had convinced him to find something else to live for, whatever it was. He had of course told Haku to return with you all to Konoha, but Haku had graciously declined.

“Maybe one day,” he had said. “But for now, I need to be alone. I need to think.”

And he’d gone. Naruto had talked about letting Haku into Konoha when he was one day Hokage, but you had privately believed that you’d never see him again.

But you must have been wrong, because here he was. He must have moved here at some point in the last few years, and you had… hooked up with him.

You blushed deeply. It was something of an open secret within the original Team 7 that all of you had had a crush on Haku by the end of that mission, although Sakura was more reluctant to admit it than you or Naruto, and Sasuke was still in a denial that no one believed.

Could you blame any of you though? He was the prettiest boy you’d ever seen, talented too, a little older, foreign and he had a cool bloodline limit. That was perfect first crush material in your opinion.

But apparently, that first crush was now here as your mate. Fuck, you must have some sort of blessing from some god with what your dating pool apparently looked like. This experience was showing you that you either had more game than you thought or perhaps future you had been a quick learner, because some of the omegas you were pulling were so far out of your league.

“I was just about to start collecting the herbs and tomatoes for our breakfast this morning,” he said, picking up a small basket that was by your feet. “Heat up the oven and I’ll be through in a few minutes, and we can start cooking.”

He was so beautiful when he smiled. It was a real smile too, nothing like the way he had smiled when you’d last seen him.

“Okay,” was the only thing you could force your mouth to say. You were going to make breakfast with Haku. Okay. You hadn’t considered these cycles drug induced dreams for a while, but now those thoughts were coming flooding back at the absurdity of the situation.

You headed back into the kitchen and put the oven to preheat, taking a look around as you did. There was clutter everywhere, including a shelf filled with various jams and preserves and a shelf underneath that looked like healing balms and various herbal medicines. The flowers in the kitchen were white peonies. Now that you’d seen the garden you were no longer surprised by how many bouquets of flowers there were around the house.

You decided to busy yourself finding random breakfast ingredients and putting them on the counter, until Haku walked in, taking off his sunhat and apron and hanging them by the backdoor.

“Let me wash my hands and we can get started,” he said, bringing his muddy hands over to the sink. “I’ve been looking forward to today all week.”

“I’m glad,” was the only thing you could think to say; you weren’t sure why this day was special. “I’m excited too.”

Haku finished washing and drying his hands and then turned his beautiful doe eyes towards you.

“Let’s get started.”

You had decided to bake bread together in the end, with all the herbs and tomatoes that Haku had collected earlier.

You had learnt how much Haku loved to sing and dance as well, when the radio had been turned on the second the cooking started, and he’d been humming, singing and dancing his way around the kitchen ever since. His energy had been infectious, and you couldn’t help but join him.

Which is why now, as the bread baked in the oven, you were twirling a flour covered Haku around the kitchen.

You were pressed up tightly against each other to avoid knocking anything in the tiny kitchen and you could feel every rise and fall of his chest against yours.

You swayed together to the beat, just about avoiding stepping on Haku’s feet. The euphoria of dancing with someone else was burning hot. It was intimate, fun and a little clumsy.

“This feels like the right dance for baking bread,” Haku joked, knocking his hips against yours.

“I can’t tell if you’re being sarcastic or not,” you said honestly, knocking him back. Haku only laughed his laugh that sounded like bells tinkling.

As the final crescendo of the song hit, you twirled him once more, watching his hair fan out around him.

He laughed so openly as you did it.

“You’re going to make me dizzy,” he complained, still smiling.

“Then I guess I’ll just have to catch you,” you grinned in return, suddenly pulling him in and dipping him backwards. Haku gasped, but let it happen, his hands looping around your neck.

You remained frozen there, in a dipped position for longer than you had planned. Haku just looked so stunning like that, happily flushed, eyes gleaming and covered in baking materials.

Slowly, the song came to a close and you stood up, bringing Haku with you. You were both panting and still covered in flour from the bread.

“You have flour on your nose,” you said quietly, looking at him intensely.

“Then you should get it off,” he replied, fluttering his eyelashes at you.

You slowly and methodically wiped the flour of his nose with your thumb. You suddenly felt compelled to lick your thumb, but you were pretty sure the flour wouldn’t taste very nice, so you managed to resist.

The little egg timer started to ring, jolting your both apart.

“The bread’s ready,” Haku said, crouching down and opening the oven and pulling out the tray with the two breads on it. Both looked beautiful, the arrange of herbs creating a mini garden effect on the bread. “Why don’t you pick out a savoury jam from the shelf while I get the juice out of the fridge?”

It turned out to be one of the most aesthetic and tasty breakfasts you’d had in a long time.

…

“Ah, it’s almost midday, I have to get going to deliver my salves,” Haku said from where his head was laying on your shoulder. After all the food had been eaten, he’d pushed his chair right up against yours and shuffled against you. You had been sitting there in comfortable silence for a while, playing with the strands of his hair and internally mourning that there wasn’t any leftover bread for later.

“Deliver the salves?” you parroted automatically.

“Yes, I mentioned it yesterday, remember? It’s time that I deliver to my older clients who can’t make it out here to pick up their herbal medicine themselves. I also promised to drop a couple of extra bottles of burn salves at the hospital today because they have been running low after an issue at their greenhouse.”

Haku was hand delivering homemade medicine? And he must be really talented if he’s got the hospital asking for his remedies too.

“Can I join you?” you asked, eager to see more of this future Konoha. You’d still mostly only seen the inside of clan compounds, but this sounded like Haku was making a journey all around town, and you desperately wanted to see some more. And spend time with Haku, of course, not that you weren’t mostly sure that this was a fever dream again because he was way out of your league.

“I’d love you to come,” he said, nuzzling at your shoulder a little. “We should go sooner rather than later.”

Haku made no move to get up, despite his words, so you sat there for a bit longer, looking out the glass door at the garden again. You hoped you’d have time to explore a bit of the garden before you went onto your next cycle because it really was stunning.

Haku picked up a bit of cheese left from breakfast and popped it in his mouth before sighing. You smiled at the obvious procrastination.

“Come on,” you said, tapping him on the shoulder to encourage him to lift his head. “It’ll be fun.”

“If I’m with you, everything is fun,” Haku said earnestly, causing you to disguise your little flustered noise behind a cough.

“Then we have no reason to put it off,” you said, hoping the blush wasn’t too obvious. “Why don’t you tell me about all the salves you’re delivering while we get ready?”

…

It became clear after walking around the main areas of Konoha that things had changed a lot. You automatically looked towards things like alleyways and shops, only to find them missing or replaced by something else.

Even new buildings from after the Sound invasion were gone, despite how recently they were built. It made you nervous to entertain why the whole village had basically been replaced, so you tried to focus on how lively everything was. It energised you to see people having fun, bustling around and going about their business. You’d been out of the village so much that you hadn’t actually seen Konoha in the daytime for months.

Kami, you were starting to realise it was mostly your fault that you were lonely. Maybe you should start specialising in something that would keep you in the village more often, like paperwork or teaching or… torture? Maybe not that last one.

“The first house is just up here, above the bakery,” Haku said, taking your hand and leading you up a narrow staircase to a wooden door. He knocked and you both waited.

An old woman opened the door, cautiously at first, but her face lit up when she saw Haku standing there.

“Oh, Haku, it’s so nice to see you!” she said, clasping her hands together.

“You as well Mrs. Honda,” he replied, opening his satchel fill with balms and salves. “I have your order right here.”

He handed her a jar from the bag, and she accepted it gratefully. She then reached behind the door where you couldn’t see and procured a box of what looked like brownies.

“I have these here as a thank you for coming all the way out to deliver,” she said. As Haku accepted the box, she leant out and pinched one of his cheeks.

“You know, you are such a sweet young man, I wish my grandsons were more like you.”

“That is kind of you to say,” Haku said, gracefully handling his cheeks being abused. “I hope you have a wonderful day Mrs. Honda.”

He really was perfect at handling older clientele, you thought, amused.

“Are they all going to manhandle you like that?” you teased as you both walked to the next house. “Because if so, I might start to get jealous.”

“You definitely have nothing to worry about,” he smiled, holding out his hand for you to take. “And if it makes you feel better, you’re more than welcome to pinch my cheeks.”

You laughed and chatted for a few hours as you made your way down the list and before you knew it, you were walking into the hospital.

“Excuse me,” Haku said politely as he approached the front counter. “My name is Haku, I’m here to deliver some burn salves and-“

You tuned him out and decided to looked around at the new hospital instead. Gosh, the hospital in the future looked so cool! It was way bigger than the one you’d escaped from, I mean, been admitted to countless of times. You wandered over to the big sign on the wall that told you what was on each floor and scanned the list.

Woah, there was a mental health ward now? Talk about a long time coming. Oh well, better late than never. You definitely had a list of people that desperately needed such a thing, starting with everyone on your genin team, of course.

Speaking of your genin team, a flash of pink in the corner of your eye caught your attention.

“Sakura?” you called out automatically. She stopped and looked around, her face lighting up when she saw you.

“Hey! I haven’t seen you around in ages!” she said, coming over and pulling you into a hug. She looked so cool and grown up now, and she walked around the hospital like she owned it, not that that would surprise you.

“I know!” you said, excited. She wasn’t wrong even if you were thinking of a different period of separation. “How are you?”

“Exhausted,” she said, laughing. “But when am I not. The new trainees have just started, and I swear they add to the workload somehow. But my life is boring, how are things going with you and Haku?”

She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and you automatically hit her arm, blushing from the teasing. It felt so natural and relaxing to be here with Sakura, talking about crushes like the old days. You had missed this a lot. That settled it, you needed to make sure you were around in the village a bit more.

“Great!” you said, feeling confident with the answer. If everyday was anything like today, ‘great’ would be an understatement. “He’s perfect, amazing even, I don’t know how he ended up with someone like me.”

She laughed and covered it with a cough.

“Oh, I love you, but you are as dense as a rock sometimes,” she said, shaking her head amused. You had no idea what she was talking about. Probably some future thing you weren’t going to get, so you just smiled and hoped the conversation would move on. Thankfully, it did.

“Do you still want to go,” she leant in and lowered her voice. “Ring shopping with me next week? I managed to get Saturday off.”

Ring shopping? Oh. She was probably talking about an engagement ring… For Haku. You turned to check on him and saw that he was still chatting with the receptionist who also seemed to be resisting the urge to either pinch his cheeks or give him a lollipop. This version of you had planned to propose soon, then.

You weren’t even a little surprised. As you’d already mentioned, if every day was even a little bit like today, you could understand the decision to make things permanent and official. If anything, you were surprised that it hadn’t happened already, but then again, you didn’t know how long it’d been since he came to Konoha. You obviously haven’t had the same time with him as you would with say, Shikamaru.

“That sounds perfect, Sakura, thanks,” you said earnestly. You hoped she would come with you to choose a ring no matter who you chose. “I should go and rescue Haku from the receptionist now, but I’ll speak to you soon, okay?”

“Absolutely,” she grinned, hugging you once more before running off into one of the back rooms.

It took longer than you’d hoped to rescue Haku because as soon as you’d approached you had to hear a whole spiel about how cute of a couple you two were before the receptionist got distracted by a group walking in and you could thankfully leave.

“I only have one more house to visit,” Haku said suddenly, looking over your shoulder to a restaurant you didn’t recognise. “Why don’t you pick up some food from there for dinner? It was so good last time we went and I’m too tired to cook. Then we can meet back at home?”

His suggestion sounded fair, but the spark in his eye made you think he had some kind of ulterior motive.

“Okay,” you agreed slowly. You didn’t want to call him out, so you just agreed.

“Make sure you get dishes that are supposed to be eaten cold,” Haku instructed as he walked away. “Those are perfect for summer. And don’t forget dessert!”

With that he was gone, skipping off like he knew something you didn’t. Oh well, probably best to just do as you were told.

…

You had ended up getting nervous and buying basically everything on the menu that could be eaten cold, so you returned home a little later than expected, especially considering it took a little trial and error to find the small cottage.

Despite that, the lights were still off, so you appeared to have beaten Haku home.

Or not… because as you opened the door, laden with bags of food, you saw rose petals and tea lights all over the floor, directing you to follow them into the house. What?

“Haku?” you called out, tentatively following the petals. “Are you there?”

Anticipation and suspense built as you walked, and eventually the petals led you to the back door, the summer evening was still well lit, but the petals curved round a path that you couldn’t see the end of. Hopefully this wasn’t just a very elaborate trap.

It wasn’t a trap.

The petals led you round the back of the garden to a little alcove amongst tall grass and flowers, partially shaded by a willow tree. In the centre of the alcove was a small collection of blankets and cushions, laden with plates, drinks and of course, more rose petals.

But none of that was anything on the spectacle sitting on the edge of one of the blankets.

Haku was sat on the corner of a baby blue blanket, one knee drawn up to his chest, the other out straight, wearing only a short, purple yukata that was falling rather tantalisingly off of one shoulder. The sleeve had fallen so much you were able to see the edge of one of his blush pink nipples.

You started salivating immediately and not because of the food. Every word you have ever learnt fled from your mind as you stared at him. He was like a wet dream come to life.

And the way he looked at you… fuck. Those massive eyes were coy and the way he was biting his lip was sending you. Sending you where you weren’t quite sure, but definitely somewhere nice. Maybe you hadn’t been drugged, you’d been killed and sent straight into some blissful afterlife.

“I was starting to think you’d got lost,” Haku said after it was clear you wouldn’t be saying anything. “But now you’re here… we can start.”

He stood up, fuck that yukata was shorter than you thought it was, and took the bags of food from you, placing them in the centre of the main blanket. Then he grabbed your still frozen and processing body and pushed you down where he’d been sitting moments before.

Seconds later he straddled your hips and oh kami, he wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“I’ve needed this so badly,” he whispered, leaning over you and pressing his chest against yours. It was like the dance from earlier, but so much more. He dragged his teeth down your ear lobe and stole your breath. “We have been apart too much recently.”

“The-the food,” you protested. “We should-“

“Why do you think I asked you for cold food only?” Haku said with a deceptively innocent voice. “We can eat in a bit, right now, though? Let me serve you.”

“What?” you stuttered, horniness clouding your brain.

“Let me serve you, alpha,” he basically purred, looking down at you. His hair was tied up, you realised belatedly, but you had been too focused on his body to notice until now. “Please?”

“Yes, do whatever you want,” you said breathlessly. “But we’re outside…”

“There’s no one here,” Haku purred, pushing up your shirt. His hands were warm on your stomach and as his fingers explored, your stomach muscles jumped. “And even if there was, everyone should know that I love you and serve you, my alpha. It is not a secret.”

If you weren’t already dead, you were going to be soon.

Haku didn’t waste any more time, attaching his mouth onto the skin above your trousers before you could finish the thought. He sucked a path of hickies up your chest, pushing at your shirt impatiently whenever it got in the way. It was phenomenal how he knew every sensitive spot, even those you didn’t know about yet. He had clearly ‘studied’ you intimately.

You couldn’t see because of the angle you had, but you could feel Haku’s hips rutting his erection against your hips with every successful hickey on your skin. He was really getting off on worshipping you like this. The wildflowers couldn’t fully disguise the scent of slick in the air. You hoped that Haku had been right about no one being around, because if anyone was, there would be no hiding your activities.

By the time he reached your neck, he had obviously lost his patience with your shirt being on and he started tugging at it, encouraging you to help him slip it off, which you did.

“That’s much better,” he said, running his palms all over you. He pressed at the hickies and seemed happy with your sharp intakes of breath.

“Kiss me,” you demanded suddenly. The need to kiss him almost burnt you as your brain scrambled to make it a reality for you.

Haku obliged immediately, kissing up your jaw until he reached your lips. You pushed yourself up a little with one hand, and with the other you grabbed the back of his neck, never once breaking the seal of your lips.

As you explored Haku’s mouth, you couldn’t resist the pretty nipple that had been peeking out the entire time and your fingers quickly found their way there. You rubbed and pinched and flicked at it until it was peaked.

This was the hottest situation you’d ever been in, and you weren’t going to waste this feeling awkward and unsure. You were going to give it your all.

Haku was the one who broke the kiss. He spoke between pants.

“I can’t- I need more,” he breathed, tugging at your trousers desperately. “Can I take them off, alpha?”

“Go for it,” you grinned, also trying to catch your breath.

Haku needed no more encouragement, and the fabric was being tugged down your legs before you knew it. He kept his body low as he pulled, so when the fabric was finally thrown somewhere to the side, his face was level with your crotch. He shot you a wink and then slowly and exaggeratedly dragged his tongue from top to bottom like he was savouring your cock.

Your hips thrust upwards without your permission and the noise that left your mouth wasn’t something you’d ever heard yourself make before.

“Fuck, Haku,” you whined, hands fluttering for something to hold onto.

“As much as I wish to continue, we can play that game later,” he said, licking at his lips seductively. “I need something more substantial now.”

That was your only warning before he positioned himself above you.

“I’m so wet,” he whimpered. “Just for you alpha, only you.”

“You’re perfect, so perfect, only for me,” you corroborated, watching the small gap between your cock and his skin as it got smaller and smaller. “So perfect- ah!”

He sank down fast, and your hips were pressed against each other in an instant. Haku’s mouth was open in a silent scream and sweat was beginning to gather on his skin. You probably looked the same, because you could never remember feeling so good in your life.

And it only got better when he started to move his hips. You already knew he loved to dance, and you could tell. He shifted his hips back and forth like a pro, riding you expertly. Despite his desperation, he didn’t seem to be chasing his own pleasure or sweet spot but instead watching your reactions like a hawk to see what felt best for you.

You suddenly had the rather embarrassing thought that you weren’t going to last very long.

“Oh, alpha,” Haku moaned. It was the prettiest thing you’d ever seen. “Is this good?”

“So good, so good,” you moaned back, pushing yourself up so you could kiss him again. This time, your spare hand wrapped itself around his cock which pulsed, hot and heavy, at your touch. “I’m getting close.”

“Me too,” he whimpered against your mouth. His hips kept up their brutal pace with no indication of faltering. “Please knot me, alpha! I need it!”

“I will, baby,” you weren’t sure you could stop yourself anyway. “Just keep going.”

It took another few minutes, but Haku’s gorgeous eyes were starting to fill with tears and his hip movements were getting sloppy. He was definitely getting close The sounds of sex filled your garden and with a particularly erotic whine from Haku and you couldn’t take it anymore.

“I’m cumming!” you announced, too late for Haku to really do anything but sink the full way down, your knot catching on his rim and forcing its way in. Haku seized as you stroked his cock, hoping to bring him over the edge with you. He came only a few seconds later, showering your chest with bursts of white.

His insides were twitching rhythmically, coaxing every last drop out of you, before he collapsed forward like a puppet with its strings cut.

Both of you laid there in silence, desperately trying to catch your breaths and come down from your respective highs. That was the hottest thing that’s ever happened to you, and you wished you could shake that fortune teller’s hand for the wonderful opportunity she had presented you with.

‘If you can hear me, fortune teller, thank you so much, seriously.’

Haku suddenly shifted, although you were both still tied together so he couldn’t move much. He leant over and pulled at the food bag, picking out one of the dessert boxes. Mochi, you noticed.

He plucked one from the box, and with a tired but satisfied smile, he held it to your mouth.

“Open,” he said, a coy smile on his face. “We wouldn’t want the food to go to waste.”

You stayed there, knotted together for another twenty minutes, slowly pecking at the food that Haku insisted on feeding you.

And if you fucked three more times before the night was over, well, that was between you and the flowers.

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Synopsis: Phil reignites a one-night stand with a local bar owner, Clarke.

Word Count: 2,483

Ratings/Warnings: M. Unprotected Sex.

It was a warmer night than usual for winter in Chicago.

I was closing up the bar after my shift, my feet sore from standing all night. Despite owning and operating this bar with my best friend for over 5 years, the long nights still got to me sometimes.

The last customer was stumbling out the door as I finished counting out the register. My friend and bartender, Isla, was taking a final pass through the main room with a mop and bucket.

"You look tired, I can do the rest of the closing," she said. "You can head home and rest."

"No, it's alright, I'm already almost done here," I replied. "Why don't you head home early and get some sleep?"

Isla had been my best friend since we met in college. We were both working and living in New York, but we both decided we were tired of the city and wanted a change of pace. So we moved to Chicago and bought a run-down, shitty little dive bar called Tap'd. We put all our corporate job savings into the place and renamed it Honeycomb Tavern.

Isla was my right-hand woman, my confidant, my second in command. She helped me run the business and was a fantastic bartender, and I loved her to death.

We were more like sisters, honestly.

I decided to take Isla’s offer and finish cleaning up. I gathered my items and then walked out into the mild Chicago night air. I lived less than a 5-minute walk from my apartment complex so I felt safe to walk home.

As I walked up the block, I saw an older man coming from the opposite direction. As he walked closer, I began to recognize him.

“Phil?” I called out.

“Clarke!”

I stopped as he continued to come closer, his walk casual and his hands were in his pockets. His smile indicated that he was happy to see me.

“It’s been a while,” I said.

He stopped in front of me and we sized each other up, seeing how much the other has changed since we last saw each other about a year ago.

He’s more gray than I remember, but it only adds to his devilish charm.

“I wasn’t sure if you still worked this shift,” his eyes carefully watched mine.

“If you called you would know that,” I replied dryly.

Phil chuckled.

I met Phil almost 3 years ago when he came to my bar one night with a friend. He caught my attention when he ordered just a Pepsi as his friend ordered whiskey from the top shelf. He noticed the surprise on my face and explained that he was straightedge. When I handed him his drink, he took the opportunity to talk to me. Before the night was over, he was wearing my legs like a necklace. That one night stand ended into an on-and-off again… entanglement ever since.

“I was hoping to catch you here,” He said.

I was surprised to see him after so long. He stopped returning all of my texts, putting me under the impression that we were done. Plus, seeing TMZ photos of him wrapped around some model six months ago didn’t help.

I crossed my arms and narrowed my eyes at him.

“I wasn't expecting to see you here," I admitted, a mix of emotions swirling inside me.

Phil smirked and looked away.

"I'm actually in town between shows. I'm leaving tomorrow," he looked at me again. "But I was hoping to see you."

I raised an eyebrow, unsure of where he was going with this.

"Look," Phil started. "I'm sorry that I stopped texting. There's no excuse for that. I was an ass and you deserved better."

Phil reached out to take my hand in his, the touch causing a familiar warmth to spread throughout my body.

"I've thought about you a lot," Phil's eyes were soft as they looked into mine. "I miss you, Clarke."

Phil's fingers brushed my cheek.

"Will you let me make it up to you?"

"How can I tell you're being honest?"

Phil stepped closer, his face close enough that his nose was almost touching mine.

"Just give me tonight."

I closed my eyes and sighed, the scent of his cologne invading my senses.

I opened my eyes to see his green eyes locked on me. I could see his want for me as I took all of him in. Phil's hair was slicked up, showing the grays on his beard more. He was wearing a brown leather jacket with a black shirt underneath with matching jeans. Despite the coverage, I could tell he's been working out more.

He licked his lips, doing the same to me. I wasn't an athlete, or model, by any means…but seeing him with someone else did motivate me to join a Pilates studio.

And it was working.

"What did you have in mind?" I asked coyly.

A smirk spread across his face, making his green eyes shine.

"How about I come back to your place?" He whispered.

"Or," I took his hand and started walking. "We can go to yours."

"Oh yeah?" He chuckled as he fell into step with me.

"Yeah," I smiled.

Phil's apartment was triple the size of mine, and he had an amazing view of the riverfront. The furniture and decor were cozy.

It was very much like Phil himself.

Phil poured us some water as I sat down on his couch, setting my bag on the floor next to me. If he was going to treat me like an easy booty call, I wanted full service.

"I love what you've done with the place," I said as he joined me. "You redecorated?"

Phil smiled, sitting down close to me.

"Just replaced some art."

Phil took a sip from his glass, his eyes never leaving mine.

"So…" He started.

"So…" I mimicked him.

I was being a little mean, but he deserved it.

"I don't know what to say," Phil looked away. "It's been a while, and I didn't plan this."

I watched him for a few moments, trying to figure out why he was acting the way he was.

"Phil, what's up with you?"

"I'm just nervous," He shrugged. "You know I haven't had a serious relationship in a long time, and…I really like you."

"So much that you stop answering my calls?" I raised an eyebrow.

"That's my fault," Phil said. "I've been caught up with work and didn't make the time."

I always appreciated Phil's honesty, even when it stung.

"You weren't too caught up to hang out with that model," I said.

It was Phil's turn to blush. "You saw that?"

"I mean it was only on the front page of every entertainment outlet. What's her name anyway, Emily?"

"Emilia," Phil corrected me.

"Emilia," I mocked.

I couldn't help myself. I grabbed my purse and made my way to his balcony. I pulled out the joint I've been thinking about since rush hour at the bar and a lighter. I lit the joint and inhaled, becoming a cloud of smoke.

Phil came out to join me, a frown on his face.

"So are you two dating or what?" I asked.

"I guess," Phil replied.

"You guess?"

"We only went on one date."

I looked at him.

"If you're looking for me to say I fucked her, yes. I did, Clarke. Don't tell me you've been waiting for me."

"I didn't," I replied.

"Then why are you putting me on the cross?" Phil leaned against the wall.

"I'm not," I turned to him. "I'm just hurt, and I want answers."

"Answers for what?"

"Why me?"

I turned to the river and took another hit.

"Clarke," Phil came up behind me. "There's no good answer for that."

"Well, then you're fucked."

"Clarke," Phil said, pulling me back so that he could face me. "I'm not gonna give you the bullshit 'it's complicated' excuse. I can't."

"Why?"

"Because it's not. It's very simple."

Phil leaned forward, his lips lightly touching mine. I closed my eyes and felt his tongue slide across my lips.

"I want you, Clarke," Phil whispered.

He kissed me deeper, his tongue moving past my lips and sliding along mine. His hands trailed down my body until they found my ass, he cupped and firmly squeezed through my jeans.

"Fuck, I love your ass," he growled.

"You're a fucking animal," I grinned.

"Shut up and kiss me."

I did as I was told and kissed him again. He lifted me up, grabbed me by my ass taking me back into his living room. He dropped me down on his couch and began stripping my clothes off.

Once I was bare, Phil kissed my neck. His lips and tongue traveled down my body, leaving a trail of kisses and love bites until he was between my legs.

He kissed the top of my mound before moving lower. He used his fingers to spread my pussy open and licked the length of my slit, tasting me.

"Oh my god," I moaned.

"I've missed your taste," Phil said before licking me again.

I gripped the back of his head, tangling my fingers in his hair. Phil slid a finger into my pussy, pumping it in and out as he sucked and flicked his tongue across my clit. My legs were on his shoulders as I grinded into his face.

My orgasm was building up, the familiar pressure growing inside me.

"Phil," I moaned.

Phil's sucked my clit harder, the added pressure sending me over the edge.

"Phil!"

My orgasm washed over me, leaving my body limp. I panted, catching my breath as Phil rose and sat down on the couch. He grabbed me by my hips and placed me over his lap, stomach down. Phil's firm hand struck my ass, the sharp pain turning into a sweet burn.

I yelped in response.

Phil rubbed the spot he smacked and spanked the other cheek. He grabbed the cheeks and squeezed them. He massaged down to my thighs, spreading me open every so often, making me anticipate his touch. Soon, his fingers were in my pussy, filling me with every pump. I was sprawled across his lap, his legs spread wide on the leather couch as his other hand cupped my bare ass. His hand felt warm against the cold air.

I groaned as he thrust his fingers deeper inside of me, his thumb rubbing over my clit.

"God, your pussy is dripping wet," Phil groaned.

I could feel his hard cock pressed against my stomach.

"I've missed your cock," I replied.

"Is that right?"

"I have," I lifted myself off him. "Let me show you how much."

I stood up and straddled his lap, the fabric of his pants was cool and smooth. My pussy was throbbing, leaving a wet spot on his jeans. I pulled his shirt off and threw it on the floor, running my fingers over his chest. I loved how his tattoos looked against his perfectly defined body. I bent down and licked his chest, flicking his nipple before I kissed his neck. I bit down, earning a moan from him.

"Don't tease me," he laughed.

"Yeah?" I moved my hips back and forth against him, making his twitch. Before he could argue, I kissed him sucking his bottom lip as if it were his cock.

"You're the worst," he grinned as I pulled away.

I grabbed his hands and put them on my breasts.

"Touch me," I said.

Phil grabbed my breasts and massaged them, rubbing his thumbs across my nipples. I moved down his lap and pulled his jeans off. His cock sprang up, the tip shining with precum.

I stroked him a few times, his body tensing up with every movement. I wrapped my lips around the tip and gave it a soft suck.

"Fuck," he hissed.

I took him deeper until he was touching the back of my throat. My head bobbed and I took him as deep as I could. My hand pumped the base as my lips moved up and down.

He ran his fingers through my hair, tugging on it lightly. I moaned against his cock and he jerked. A low, deep moan escaped his lips. I kept moaning against him and he pulled harder on my hair, pushing me down on his cock. He was so deep that I couldn't breathe, but I was so turned on that I didn't care.

I pulled his cock out of my mouth and licked the underside, taking him deep again. He grunted as his body tensed up.

"Clarke," he groaned.

He pulled me away from him, shaking his head.

"I'm not coming until I fuck you silly."

He lifted me and placed me on the couch, positioning his body over mine. He kissed me passionately, our tongues meeting again.

Phil sat back and guided his cock to my entrance.

"Fuck, you're so wet," he said.

He slid inside me, his cock stretching me. He grabbed my ankles and pinned them above my head.

"Hold these," he said.

His hands were free, allowing him to grab my hips and hold me in place as he thrust into me. He moved slowly at first, teasing me. He watched me as he went in and out.

I forgot how good he felt.

Phil's pace picked up, his thrusts growing faster and harder. My breasts bounced from the force and his cock reached the deepest parts of me.

"I can't get enough of you," he said.

He leaned down and sucked on my nipples. All I could get out was whimpers of his name and deep moans as my body was taken over with pleasure.

"Fuck," Phil's grip on my thighs tightened. "I'm close."

"Me too," I moaned.

Phil reached down and rubbed his thumb over my clit. The added pressure sent me over the edge. My whole body tensed as the pleasure rolled through me.

"Fuck, Phil! Fuck!"

Phil's hips slammed into mine, his body trembling as he came inside me. I rolled my hips into him, letting my orgasm crash into me like waves.

"Clarke," Phil panted.

I held onto him as we caught our breath. Phil leaned down and kissed me. He slowly pulled his cock out and slid behind me, holding me closely on his couch.

We lay in silence for a while, enjoying the closeness and the afterglow.

Phil kissed my shoulder. "Did I make it up to you?"

I giggled, turning to face him.

"You've got a start," I smirked.

"Oh?" He grinned. "How about we move this to the bedroom?"

"Only if you carry me," I grinned.

"Gladly."

Phil scooped me up in his arms and carried me to his bedroom. This was going to be a long night.

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Take a Lap Pt. 2

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Some swear words, smexy time (18+ only no minors or I’m telling), fingering, p in v sex, mentions of Billy’s childhood trauma

Word Count: 5.8k-ish

Summary: Part 2 of 3. Continued from Part 1, you can read Part 1 HERE. Reader continues to train Billy for the triathlon. He asks to take her out on a date, she agrees on one condition.

A/N: The picture of the beach in the moodboard is a beach I used to guard at, I worked the triathlon there every year and have a lot of great memories from my time there, great people and friends. I really hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. I’m in the middle of writing the final part to this also.

As always, thank you for reading! I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

It was difficult to sleep that night. The image of Billy’s handsome face paraded through your mind all night long, you could still feel his lips pressed against yours, his fingers brushing a stray hair away from your face or the way the bristles of his beard gently scratched your cheek.

His hands tickled your ribs around to the small of your back before dipping slightly below the waist of your jeans. You could still feel him with you even though he wasn’t, he didn’t want to go too far tonight even though you probably would have let him.

His hair still damp from the water as you glided your fingers through it and his cock straining against his pants while firmly pinning you against the wall. The butterflies he gave you weren’t going away anytime soon and every time you thought about him, it brought a smile to your face.

Around 8 am the following morning, the men’s locker room door opened so you turned to see who was walking through. Holding two coffees, Billy walked toward you flashing that perfect smile of his and dressed in his work suit.

“Fuck me…” You whispered under your breath. It can’t be legal to look that handsome.

You decided to joke with him a little. “Mr. Russo, I know you’re not walking on my pool deck in your street shoes!”

The smile faded from his face and he glanced down at his shoes which brought a smile to your face. You tried to hide the smile behind your hand.

He apologized. “Shit. I’m sorry, beautiful.”

He called you beautiful.

“I brought you a coffee.” He said, gesturing for you to take it from his hand.

You narrowed your eyes at him and gave him a warm smile. “Thank you, I guess you’re forgiven. What are you doing here? It’s not 3 o’clock is it?” You asked, with a joking tone to your voice and taking a sip of coffee.

“Uh, no it’s not but I just uh, wanted to bring you that and—well, I.” He stopped, you could tell he was nervous about expressing how he felt. “Thank you for letting me drive you home last night, and I was wondering if you’d like to go out on an actual date with me.”

Still in a joking mood, you answered with “It’s a little inappropriate to ask me out while I’m working, don’t you think?”

He had a surprised look on his face, like it was the first time someone wasn’t exactly saying yes to a date with him.

“Tell ya what…if you improve your workout time today by at least five minutes, then I’ll agree to go out on a date with you.” You stated.

“Five minutes? Y/n, my best times I’ve only improved by three minutes.” He admitted.

You looked into his deep brown eyes and pointed into his chest. “Well I think you better try your absolute best for me today then. I’ll see you this afternoon.” And you gave him a wink.

This time he was the one who narrowed his eyes at you. “Ok…challenge accepted, beautiful. Challenge accepted. I’ll see YOU at 1500. Oh and I have a surprise for you.”

Billy leaned over and kissed you on the forehead, immediately you felt yourself turn red. “Oooh, a surprise? Really? Well I can’t wait. And thank you for my coffee, Billy.”

“You’re welcome, y/n. I’ll see you later.” And he turned and walked off the pool deck.

The afternoon hours ticked by a little too slowly for your liking but it was getting close to 3 o’clock. Billy should be coming in soon. The locker room doors opened and Billy walked out, dripping wet from the shower, your eyes darted from his smiling face down to his bathing suit which was new. He actually took your advice and bought a suit that was form fitting, they looked like bike shorts.

“Well, well, well.” You said, biting down on your lower lip as you eyed him up and down. “Nice suit, Mr. Russo.”

“It’s weird and I feel a little…exposed.” He said, shyly.

You couldn’t help but laugh a little. “You ready?”

He nodded and headed over to the last lane where the two of you have spent most afternoons together. In your hands were your goggles, swim cap and workout papers and Billy retrieved the other equipment you would need, a kickboard and a pull buoy.

He jumped in first, you followed but before you could put your swim cap on, Billy had pulled you in close so your body was almost flush with his and kissed you. The kiss took you by surprise and you gently nudged him away.

“This is not private time, soldier. Get goin’ with your warm up.” You told him through a wide smile.

Your friend who was guarding, yelled from across the pool. “Hey you two! No sucking face allowed or you’re going in time out!” She said with a laugh.

Billy gazed down at you, kissed your hand and said “I’m sorry. I just couldn’t stop thinking about you today.”

“I thought about you too, Billy.” You stated, blushing a little looking up at him. “Now start your warm up, I don’t wanna have to tell you again.”

“Yes ma’am. You’re really bossy, ya know. I kinda like it.” He whispered in your ear and pushed off the wall to start his warm up laps.

You adjusted your goggles and started your warm up laps soon after, Billy still didn’t like the fact you were faster than he was so it took him a little longer to finish his 500 yard warm up swim. He was moving a little faster thanks to his new suit though.

“Don’t you say it.” He grumbled.

Smiling from ear to ear you asked him “Say what?”

“Say that I’m moving a little faster in the water because of the suit.” He said.

“Ok, I won’t say it then.” You giggled. “You ready for me to start timing you?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be, I guess.” Said Billy.

There was a dry erase board set up next to the pace clock so you could keep track of Billy’s times and written down on one of the workout sheets were his best times he’s had so far. As an instructor, it made you extremely happy to see your student improving. You felt like you were doing your job but personally, it made your heart swell to see him crack a childlike smile because he knew he was improving his times each time his fingers touched that wall to check to see how he did.

Since you started training Billy, his muscles were more defined, he glided through the water faster, and his endurance had improved immensely. Walking back and forth along the pool deck while he swam, his form was near perfect and you pushed him harder each day, raising your voice at him to push harder off the wall, be quicker on his turns, and pull harder underwater.

His hard work was starting to pay off which was apparent by his times you were writing down on the board and by the time he was finished with his workout, he had improved his total time by six and a half minutes.

You owed Billy Russo a date.

Standing in the shallow end of the pool, Billy looked at the numbers on the board. His goggles rested on top of his head, while he added up all of his times. When he realized he was going to be able to take you out on a date, a wide smile stretched across his face.

You rolled your eyes a little but on the inside, you were beaming with pride. Billy was…happy. At that moment, his eyes no longer appeared sad. The laugh lines suggested the opposite, but was he happy about his times or was he happy because of the date? It didn’t matter to you, both of them made you smile. Whether you were teaching three year olds or grown adults, it was always exciting to see them doing things on their own, learning what you were teaching them, and improving every single day.

You were proud of Billy for his ability to take direction, to listen when you spoke, and how quickly he learned from your instructions. He questioned you every step of the way and the pushback had been very challenging but he seemed to be learning (even though he didn’t always like it) that you were the teacher and he was the student.

“Looks like I owe you a date, Mr. Russo.” You stated.

He started to put away the equipment. “Yes, it looks like you do. Tomorrow night, after our workout, dinner.”

After removing his swim cap, his dark brown hair fell down into his eyes, you stood on your toes to gently move the hair off of his face. “Alright…it’s a date.”

Billy always liked to have his hands on you, nothing aggressive but he just seemed to love to caress your face, brush your hand with his fingers, or lightly trace around your neck, and down your arms. You didn’t mind, you welcomed him pulling you into his chest, wrapping you up in his towel to try and warm you up.

He kissed the top of your head. “May I drive you home again tonight, beautiful?”

You could really get used to this. “Really?” You asked.

“I like you, y/n. Why wouldn’t I want to drive you home?” Billy asked.

“I thought maybe you would have somewhere else to be.” You said. “One of your fancy business events, perhaps?"

He tilted your chin up so you were looking into his eyes. “There’s no place I’d rather be.” And he leaned forward to kiss you.

A loud whistle blew from across the pool and startled both of you. “Hey, what did I tell you two about makin’ out in here?” Your friend said from the lifeguard stand. “You and Mister hot stuff can go get a room!” She yelled, trying to control her laughter.

“RACHEL!!! That’s lieutenant hot stuff to you!!” You shouted back to her.

A genuine belly laugh came from Billy that you had never heard before. You always seemed to make him smile or chuckle but never a full laugh. It was music to your ears.

During some of the more leisurely parts of your workouts, mostly when both of your heads were above water and working on Billy’s kicking, he opened up a little about his time in the Marines, what he did, how he got the scars on his body. When you asked about the large scar on his shoulder, he said he didn’t want to talk about it, he also didn’t want to talk about his parents and so you left it alone.

No one likes to be pushed to talk about something they don’t want to talk about especially someone like Billy who was a combat veteran and someone who clearly has issues talking about his family or lack thereof, you guessed. And even though it seemed he wanted to share and open up more to you, he didn’t and you didn’t pressure him. But it was so nice to hear him laugh.

“You think I’m hot?” Asked Billy.

A smile tugged at the corners of your mouth. “Maybe a little. Hit the showers, Russo.”

“Yes ma’am.” He said.

The next day, after the two of you had completed your workout, Billy took you out for dinner. You wanted to keep it casual, so he took you to a bar close to the sports club. The food was good, the conversation was good, you pulled a few more laughs from him and you tried to get him to open up a little more. He grew up in a group home, so it’s no wonder he didn’t really want to talk about his childhood.

“It’s ok, Billy. It’s none of my business, I shouldn’t have asked. Please, don’t feel like you have to tell me, you really don’t.” You said, turning away from him a little, slightly embarrassed.

He covered your hand with his that was resting on the table. “I feel very at ease with you, y/n. I really do, I just can’t seem to—say—“

You stopped him before he could go any further, he was clearly uncomfortable. “I don’t want you to do anything you don’t feel comfortable with, Billy. Please, it’s ok.”

So you just changed the subject. “Oh I wanted to tell you I won’t be around for a few days next week, I’m going home to see my parents. They’re having a little party for one of my brother’s birthdays. So you’re gonna have to swim alone.”

Your plans took Billy by surprise, he wasn’t exactly thrilled you weren’t going to be coaching him for a few days. He didn’t want to do the workouts on his own.

“What do you mean you won’t be around? I need you.” He confessed.

Shocked by his confession, you said. “You need me? Billy, you don’t need me. You can do these workouts on your own.”

“Ok, maybe that was a lie, I don’t NEED you, but I’ll—“ He stopped.

“Billy?” You asked.

“I’ll miss you, ok? I’ll miss you.” He said.

When he said that, your heart jumped into your throat. He was going to miss you? Really? An idea popped into your head but you weren’t sure if Billy would go for it or not.

“Ok, I have an idea. You can tell me if you don’t want to do it, you’re going to have to do it anyway before the triathlon BUT…what if you come home with me?”

Billy narrowed his eyes, unsure about what to say next.

“You want me to come home with you?” Billy asked.

You had a slight smile on your face. “Just hear me out. You need to practice swimming in open water anyway and what a better place to do it than close to where the triathlon is being held. Book a hotel, and when I’m not seeing my family, I can get together with you and we can practice doing our mile swim in open water.”

Billy was speechless. He couldn’t believe that you would volunteer your time like that for him. It was more than enough you were coaching him in your free time and not asking for anything in return but it’s another thing that you were willing to coach him while on vacation and take time away from your family to help him.

“You would do that for me?” He asked with a hitch in his voice.

You loved to joke around with Billy and he loved to joke around with you, the two of you got along great but in that moment your heart broke for him. You thought about all the times in his life that he’s never had anyone do something like that for him, the time he spent in the group home with no family, no one to love and care for him like a family should and you wanted to give that to him, you needed to give that to him.

“Of course I would, Billy. I want you to do well and I—I care about you.” You admitted, shyly. “So, yeah book a hotel in Mystic. That’s where my parents live and I know the perfect place for you to practice.”

There were a few seconds of silence between the two of you while Billy processed what you just proposed. His top lip twitched a little as he stared at you before flashing that perfect smile at you and giving you an answer.

“Ok, yes I will do that.” Said Billy.

On the inside you were jumping with excitement but played it cool on the outside.

“You will?! Great! Ok so it’s July so we have around a month before the triathlon, the water may still be a little cold, and so you might want to get a wetsuit if you don’t have one, a short one.” You told him.

“How are you getting home if you don’t have a car here, y/n?” He asked.

“Oh I usually take the train when go home to visit.” You said.

He looked thoroughly disappointed but elated at the same time. “Don’t be ridiculous, I’ll drive you home.”

“No, Billy. I can’t ask you to do that.” You expressed.

He was insistent. “We’re going to the same place, I am absolutely driving you home. And y/n?”

“Yes Billy?” You answered.

He brought your hand up to meet his lips, and kissed your hand before telling you “I care about you too.”

It wasn’t the warm July evening that was making you hot, it was Billy. You could feel yourself blushing and tried to turn away but he wouldn’t let you.

“No, no—lemme see those beautiful eyes of yours.” He insisted as he stood up to move closer to you, cupping your cheeks before leaning down and gently pressing his lips to yours.

You couldn’t get enough of him and before you knew it, you were all over each other in the elevator on your way up to your apartment, giving the security cameras an eyeful. Billy barely let you unlock the door before he started pulling at your shirt and you started undoing his belt.

You left a trail of clothing from the front door to the bedroom until you were left just in your bra and panties and he was just in his boxer briefs. He peppered kisses from your neck down your stomach, stopping just above your core.

Billy could see the wet spot on your panties, his hand slipped under the waistband feeling how wet you were for him. You shouldn’t have been surprised that even just his fingers could cause you to see stars but you underestimated just how skilled they were.

“That’s it, sweet girl. You’re so wet for me.” He whispered.

They moved rhythmically causing your body to freeze in place. The pleasure coming so fast that your mind was unable to process what was happening as you came undone, clenching down on his fingers and Billy loving the sinful sounds he was pulling from you by the wicked smile that was on his face.

As you laid on your bed, Billy’s strong hands roamed up and down your body, eagerly touching the smooth skin of your throat and sending shivers down your spine. As he hovered over you, his long, slender fingers ghosted over your lips before leaning in to kiss you again. You could still taste the beer on his lips as your limbs intertwined with his, his body grinding down hard into yours and feeling just how badly he wanted you.

His fingertips felt electric. Every time they touched your skin, it tingled with a fury of pure energy surging through your body. No one has ever made you feel this way. Your knees were shaking uncontrollably, as he slid your panties down your thighs and sprinkled kisses all over your body.

“Billy…” You whimpered.

“You ok, baby?” He asked, as he kissed the inside of your knee.

Biting down on your lower lip, you nodded and answered “Yes…yes, I’m ok Billy.”

In the dim light of your bedroom, Billy brought his gaze up to meet yours. His smile was warm, comforting and he made you feel safe. He’s always made you feel safe, there was never an uncomfortable moment shared between the two of you and you thought maybe it was because your friendship was strong.

You had been attracted to Billy from the moment you met him but finding out exactly who he was, made it more than just a physical attraction. His drive to be the best, the fact that he never did anything half assed, and how he pushed himself harder than anyone you’ve ever trained which is how you imagined Billy lived his life.

All of those characteristics made him irresistible, you admired the way he pulled his life together after growing up the way that he did. The feelings you had for him weren’t just friendship or lustful, you felt like maybe you were in love with him.

As he covered your body with his own, the desire in his deep dark eyes was intense and the cries of pleasure he ripped from you only encouraged him further, doing his best to make sure you couldn’t walk right the next day.

Billy growling in your ear “You can give me one more, can’t you baby.”

Every time you heard his velvet toned voice, there was no holding back, your body growing amazingly tight around him as he buried himself deeper into you with each thrust.

He kept insisting you to give him one more, but your body couldn’t take it. You were overstimulated, every time you’d try to ride out one orgasm, Billy would pull another one from you until you had nothing left and he chased his own release. You were trembling from the overstimulation, but he kissed you softly and held you close to help you come down from your high.

Breathing heavily, he kissed your forehead and said “I think my lung capacity is growing, I can hold my breath longer now.” He winked at you.

The two of you started laughing and you playfully slapped him on the shoulder. “BILLY!!” You snapped and tried to keep from smiling and laughing but you couldn’t.

“Ow—what?! I can definitely tell there’s a difference. You want me to show you again?” He asked, playfully.

Billy inched his way down your body a little before you pulled him up toward you. “You can show me again tomorrow, handsome.”

He leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to yours. “Tomorrow.” Billy said with a smile.

You smiled back. “Tomorrow.” You paused for a minute. “Billy? Will you stay with me?”

“You want me to stay?” He asked.

You raked your nails gently against his scalp. “I’d love for you to stay, only if you want to of course.”

“How am I supposed to say no to that? I’d love to stay, sweet girl.” Whispered Billy.

It was difficult to keep your eyes open, your eyelids were heavy, and sleep was calling so you should probably answer.

You hummed into Billy’s chest. “Mmmmm…thank you.”

“Go to sleep, baby.” He said, kissing your forehead one more time before drifting off to sleep, himself.

**********

The cool air from the air conditioning brushed against your shoulder, the sun trickled in through a crack in the curtains in your bedroom, and your bed felt…empty. Rolling over to your other side, the space Billy occupied last night was vacant. Your apartment was eerily quiet, he wasn’t in the bathroom, the kitchen, or the living room, he was just…gone.

You must have been sleeping hard for him to leave and you not hear him at all. You wanted him to stay, but never said he had to be here when you woke up. Seeing that empty space next to you left a dull ache in your chest, you missed him.

You started to reach for your phone on the nightstand when you thought you heard keys in the door. No one else had a key to your apartment, no one that you knew of anyway except maybe the landlord. Quickly, you slipped on a t-shirt, reached for the metal baseball bat underneath your bed, and stood up at the foot of your bed and waited.

Billy peeked his head around the doorway to the bedroom, probably checking to see if you were still sleeping and saw you standing there in your t-shirt and ready to hit a homerun. “At ease, baby! It’s just me!”

You released a sharp exhale, relieved to see him standing there. “Jeez, Billy!! I thought you left!”

“Well I did, but I just stepped out to get breakfast and borrowed your keys. I hope that’s ok, I thought you’d still be asleep. Wait, you didn’t think I just left without saying goodbye, did you?” He asked.

You finally lowered the bat. “I woke up and you were gone, Billy. What else was I supposed to think?” You asked.

“I did text you in case you woke up.” He said.

“I was reaching for my phone when I heard the keys in the door. I’m sorry, Billy.” You said.

He smiled at you, his hair slightly tousled but he still looked as handsome as ever. “Alright slugger, give me the bat and come have breakfast. I’m starving!”

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The following Wednesday was when you left to go home for an extra-long weekend. The birthday party for your brother had been planned for a while so it was important that you be home for it, plus you welcomed the break from work.

The two hour drive home went by quickly even with the little bit of traffic you hit. Driving with Billy was…fun. You sang along with the radio, he asked a lot of questions about what to expect at the triathlon, he asked about your family, and even opened up a little more about his scars. Clearly, he had visible scars but he also had invisible ones, scars that broke your heart to learn about more than the ones on the outside of his body did.

You couldn’t imagine what it must have been like for him, knowing that your own mother loved drugs more than she loved you, if she even loved you at all. Billy fought hard to make something of himself, to create something he believed in and be successful at it. Where most people would have failed and blamed others for their failures, Billy didn’t. He built a successful business and hearing his stories broke your heart but made you love him even more because of what he did with the cards he was dealt.

Billy didn’t tell you his stories so you would feel sorry for him, he said he told you because he finally found someone worth telling those stories to, that he finally found someone he felt he could open up to. You had spent a lot of time with him in the past 8 weeks, breaking through that tough exterior wasn’t easy but him trusting you with his feelings and secrets was no small feat and that made you feel…special.

When Billy dropped you off at your parents’ house, your brother was standing in the doorway waiting for you. He watched you kiss Billy goodbye and wave to him as he drove away.

“Holy shit, sis. Was that a Rolls Royce Wraith?! Did Batman just drop you off?” He joked.

You let out a little laugh and in a sarcastic tone responded with “Nah, I just got a REALLY fancy Uber.”

“Oh really?” He asked. “So you kiss all your Uber drivers with tongue?”

Mortified, you covered your eyes with your hand and said “Oh my god, you saw that?!”

Your brother narrowed his eyes at you and crossed his arms across his chest. “Spill it!”

“Ok look, I started training him for the Niantic triathlon a couple of months ago and it’s just progressed into…something. I’m not exactly sure what that is yet but I really like him, ok?”

You launched into the story of how you met Billy, he asked for help in training for the triathlon, the lessons you had given him, and how you brought him here so he could practice his open water swims.

“I’d like to invite him to the party if that’s alright with you?” You asked.

Your brother’s expression softened and he relaxed his arms. “If you like him sis, I’m sure I will too, he’s more than welcome. I’m gonna go tell Mom.” And he took off running toward the front door and left you in the front yard with your heavy suitcase.

“GET BACK HERE!!!” You shouted after him, shaking your head back and forth. “This kid…” you whispered under your breath.

**********

You met Billy the following morning at Williams Beach, which is where the start of the Mystic River Valley Triathlon is. Once again, he took your advice and got a short wetsuit in case the water was still a little chilly. You, however, weren’t wearing a wetsuit, just a bathing suit that covered your legs a little more but still gave you a free range of motion in your arms. You hated feeling confined in a wetsuit.

Surprised to see you weren’t wearing one, Billy asked “Hey…where’s your wetsuit?”

“It’s nice to see you too, handsome.” You chuckled while gently pressing your lips to his. “I don’t like wearing one, I feel constricted.”

Billy reached for the zipper of his wetsuit. “Well I’m not wearin’ one either then.”

A look of pure amusement spread across your face, the fact that Billy was so competitive and wanted to do everything exactly how you did it was something that you loved to see.

The two of you waded waist deep in the water, you pointed out the path to take to swim the half mile there and the half mile back to the starting point. It was his first open water swim so while you were going to be keeping time, you told him not to worry about it but to just get used to swimming and feeling comfortable in open water and you wanted him to just finish the swim, not worry about how fast he was doing it.

Pulling your goggles over your eyes, you turned to him and asked “You ready?”

“Ready.” He replied.

“Alright, let’s go.” You said, plunging head first into the water and starting your swim. Billy followed close behind.

You wanted him to swim next to you so you could keep an eye on him, make sure he stays on course. Some people when they get into open water, they lose all sense of direction and start veering off course. So you slowed down a little to let Billy catch up and then set the pace when he was next to you.

Knowing he would match your speed and intensity, you made sure to set an easy pace. Not slow but not fast either, Billy kept up with you and he only lost his direction a couple times which was pretty good considering this was all new to him. Swimming in open water isn’t easy especially when the water isn’t really clear.

When you got back to shore, from start to finish it took about 45 minutes to complete which isn’t bad for a person new to open water swimming. Now you knew you could push him a little harder tomorrow. This was only his first day not swimming in a pool.

“45 minutes.” You said. “That’s not bad, Billy. It’s really not.”

“You don’t need to bullshit me, y/n. I had to play catch up with you a couple times and you had to keep me from going the wrong way.” Billy said, trying to catch his breath and sounding disappointed in himself.

He furiously took the goggles off of his face and pulled the swim cap off. You extended your arms and grasped his hands in yours.

“Hey, hey, hey. Billy look at me.” You voice soothing and calm.

Billy stopped to look at you, his onyx colored eyes looked more chestnut in the sunlight.

“Do you really think I would blow smoke up your ass and tell you it was a good time if it really wasn’t? When have I ever done that? Huh?” You raised your voice a little.

He knew you were right, you’ve always been very matter of fact with Billy when it came to your lessons. If he needed to do something better, you’d tell him so. You complimented him when he deserved it, not every single time he did something. He wasn’t going to get better if you baby him.

“Ok, no you’ve never done that.” He said, almost shyly.

“You’re damn right, I’ve never done that and I never will! That’s not going to make you better!” You said sternly.

You were still holding his hands in yours when he moved closer to you, staring down at you, smiling with his eyes. “You’re even more beautiful when you’re yelling at me, ya know.” He said leaning in to kiss you.

You could feel your mouth stretching wider, fighting between smiling and kissing. Dropping his goggles and swim cap in the sand, his hands were suddenly under your ass, picking you up off of the ground. Tightly wrapping your legs around his waist, you continued to kiss him with passion, all tongue and teeth.

“Alright soldier, put me down.” You pulled away even though you didn’t want to but you were still in public after all, even though there wasn’t anyone else on the beach. You were nervous about asking Billy if he’d like to come to the party on Saturday but you figured the worst he could say was no.

“Billy?” You asked.

“What’s up, beautiful?” He asked with a smile.

You took a deep breath. “Remember I told you I was coming down here because my parents are having a birthday party for my brother?”

He nodded.

“Well I was wondering if you didn’t have any other plans on Saturday, may—maybe you’d like to come?” Even though the water had cooled your body temperature down, you could feel yourself getting warm, nervous with anticipation wondering what he’ll say. Maybe it’s too fast, or this relationship isn’t what you think it is.

The pause was a lot shorter than it felt.

“I’d love to come.” Said Billy.

“You would?” You weren’t sure you heard him correctly.

He cupped your cheeks, his ink like hair had fallen into his face slightly and he kissed you again, gingerly this time. “Yes I would, baby. I’d love to.”

You could taste the salt on Billy’s lips from the water as his hands wandered from your waist to your ass.

“Billy Russo, we are on a public beach!” You snapped but with a smile on your face.

He smiled back. “Well why don’t we go somewhere not public then? Come back to the hotel with me, you can make sure I don’t drown in the shower.” He whispered in your ear.

“Well we can’t have that now, can we?” You said, snaking your hands around his neck.

Billy wrapped you up in a towel, you weren’t sure you’ve ever seen him so happy when he asked again. “Please? I’ll make sure not to keep you away too long.”

“Let’s get you cleaned up, Mr. Russo. And I’ll buy you lunch afterwards, how does that sound?” You asked.

“I’d say it sounds like a date.”

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Pokemon S/V - How Would I Improve It?

I've whinged plenty already about Pokemon S/V not actually being an Open World game despite its claims. It's the same linear turn-based semi-RPG it's always been, just with the illusion of freedom because the narrow hallways you have to walk down are spread out across a big, empty map instead of being just a single corridor that loops back around on itself.

But it's easy to complain without being productive, so let's switch that up and examine how S/V could've been with some different gameplay elements. Please note we'll not be discussing the game's glitches or stability, and I'll work to keep criticisms in general to a minimum, as those are a whole other matter. Similarly I won't be discussing combat mechanics. This is just about how to make this game more of an Open World along with how I'd improve the overall gameplay experience and story presentation. More after the jump since this is going to run long.

Limited Pokedex and Expanded Dex Entries There are 400 Pokemon in the combined S/V Pokedex and that's the first thing that needs to go. I'd personally much rather each region focused specifically on its own native Pokemon rather than trying to put in a bunch of previous generations' Pokemon as well, though I suppose concessions must be made for the sake of fan-favorites like the Eeveelutions, Pikachu, Gardevoir, and Garchomp lines. I'm pretty sure a lot of Players, particularly those in the competitive sphere, would implode if those Pokemon didn't appear. New evolutionary lines or regional forms given to existing Pokemon get a pass as well.

Between new Paldean-native Pokemon, new evolutions/regional forms, and Paradox Pokemon, the game introduces just over 100 Pokemon total. The majority of Pokemon in these games are from older generations and thus can be cut. Let's go ahead and glom onto tradition by deciding the Paldean Pokedex should be 150 Pokemon, just like in the first games (with the unannounced Third Legendary being 151 ala Mew). Some new Paldean Pokemon need revisions as well. For example, the Pawmi line can be reduced from a 3-stage to a 2-stage; there's simply not enough difference between Pawmo and Pawmot to justify its presence. On the other hand, Flittle/Espartha and Varoom/Revavroom could stand to become 3-stage lines. Flittle feels like it needs a middle evolution and Varoom feels like it could use a big final evolution, especially given what we see in the Team Star story. Meanwhile, the Bramblin/Brambleghast and Rellor/Rabsca lines both need to be reworked. They're too similar to each other in design right out the gate (they even both evolve using the same gimmick), and there's not enough visual difference between Bramblin and Brambleghast. It should either be a single-form or have a much more drastic change when it evolves.

So with the Pokedex trimmed down considerably, the follow-up is to polish what is there to a brilliant shine. The Pokemon's models and animations should be given an abundance of attention for the sake of granting them as much personality, interactivity, and unique qualities as possible. Pokemon - both in the wild, belonging to NPCs, and belonging to the Player - should react to the world, to the Player, and to each other in a variety of ways based on different circumstances. Further, the Pokdex Entries should be heavily expanded upon given S/V's scholastic focus in the setting. Instead of a single one-or-two sentence blurb and a photo, each entry should have a lot more lore, flavor, and general information about the Pokemon, as well as hints about how to evolve them for some of the more esoteric evolution gimmicks. Since there's a camera function afforded to the Player, it would be nice to allow the Player to take their own Pokedex photos of a given Pokemon, as well as for different types of information to be revealed in the Pokedex based on photos taken of them in their natural habitat ala Pokemon Snap.

Reduced Map Size and Centralized Locations One of the biggest issues I have with S/V is that it falls prey to a flaw of Open World game design that the industry as a whole has generally grown out of by now. A big, unremarkable map with lots of empty space does not make a game Open World. It just makes everything bland and a slog to get around in for the Player, along with watering down the overall design and presentation from the Dev's side of things.

S/V's core focus should be on the Academy and its surrounding city of Mesagoza. This should be the core hub that the majority of gameplay is centralized around, with the Academy itself being a home base the Player relies on for various functions. I'd expand Mesagoza into a tiered city focusing on verticality with the Academy at the very top, and each tier housing a different theme. Four of the eight Gyms should be located within Mesagoza while the remaining four, as well as the Pokemon League, should be out in distant, hard-to-reach locations in the overworld. Further, those locations outside of Mesagoza should be given a considerable amount of care in their design; the nature of the Gym and its Leader should inform the theme of the city.

I'd put Larry, Iono, Katy, and Tulip in the expanded Mesagoza, each helping give theme and personality to the tier they appear in. Katy would be at the outermost/lowest nearest the overworld given her rural/agricultural theme. Lots of nature and farmland to play up to her Bug theme and the olive-based challenge. Larry would be in the next tier up, which would have an old-fashioned vibe, showing a blend of Paldea's past and how it's integrated outside influences throughout its history. Iono and Tulip would share the innermost/highest, which would be the most metropolitan and modern. The Academy, meanwhile, would directly neighbor Mesagoza; still near enough to be considered part of the city but apart enough to hold its own presence. Outside Mesagoza, Brassius and Kofu would have their Gyms in Artazon and Cascarrafa, albeit with a ton more attention given to the towns to make them more involved. Cascarrafa especially should be a major port city with a ton of economic presence, foreign NPCs from other regions traveling through, and a lot to do. Grusha and Ryme, like Iono and Tulip, share a location in the Glaseado mountains; that's basically how it already is, but it needs to be further expanded on. Montenevera needs to feel like an old-fashioned, long-lived remote town full of personality and history that's gained a huge surge in popularity/tourism thanks to Grusha, but has recently had its economic bubble burst because of Grusha's sports career failing. Grusha's Gym, meanwhile, should be WAY up in the mountains, which should be far more hostile and remote. Getting there should be a challenge in and of itself.

The Pokemon League itself being made a more corporate/standardized presence in Paldea, thus having a more easily-accessible HQ, can stay. That's an interesting take compared to past Leagues. But, in return, the League itself should house a ton of Paldea's history on display as a monument to how far the warring region has come. It should be as much of a museum as it is an arena.

Characters and Time Well-Spent Open World games NEED good characters. When the world is so big, it's vital to have interesting things to do and interesting people to interact with. There's way too much to be said about side-quests and mini-game content in Open World games, so I'll just leave that as "this game needs a ton of it since it currently has none whatsoever" on the broad scale. As for more specific examples:

Every class at the Academy and every Gym Leader should have its own individual quest line. The classes of the Academy should be revamped entirely based on their subject, such as Biology having you go out into the world to photograph and capture certain Pokemon in their native habitats. Home Economics should introduce Players to the Sandwich/Picnic mechanics (which should be expanded into more of a Camp mechanic ala SW/SH and Monster Hunter World where the Player sets up a temporary home base in the field they can use as a central location), as well as how to care for Pokemon. History should be equal parts lore and archeology, sending the Player out into the overworld to explore, take photos of the iconic wonders of Paldea, and recover items of interest. Going over the course of each subject should not only give us a chance to really get to know the teachers, but to also see interactions between them. Over the course of doing a subject, each teacher should basically get a minor story/character arc all their own, then cross over with one another for combined stories in the postgame. For the Gym Leaders, we need so much more time with them. Taking on each Gym should similarly be a string of quests and events where we get to spend time with the Gym Leader a character, ultimately culminating in the battle for the badge at the end. Similarly to the teachers, we should get plenty of interactions and crossover between the Leaders, both during the main game and in the postgame.

Rather than being occasionally-seen NPCs, Nemona, Arven, and Penny should each be able to accompany the Player on their adventure and join them in battle. Nemona would be a striker-type focused on combat, Arven would be a support-type focused on providing buffs/healing via food, and Penny would be a control/debuff type focused on inflicting status/field/elemental effects to hinder an opponent. Outside of combat, Nemona would give the Player greater access to combat-related/training options, Arven would boost the Player's item-finding and food-making abilities, and Penny would give the Player access to more areas within civilization and aid in puzzle-solving. We've already seen all four characters riding comfortably on the Box Legendary, so it's not as if one couldn't easily accompany the Player at any time. Which Companion you bring with you changes NPCs' responses and challenges, as well as what sort of options you have available to you. Additionally, you should be able to interact with each Companion with plenty of conversation options, gift-giving, and companion quests to learn more about them. This is a Pokemon game so obviously we can't go having Romance Companions, but we should be able to be the best friend we can be to them.

Tera Pokemon, Paradox Pokemon, and the Box Legendary While this may seem a bit drastic, I say do away with the entire concept of Terastalization. Into the bin with it and its giant hats. Paradox Pokemon are more interesting by far and have much more design potential. Focus instead on that; instead of making a Pokemon all sparkly and giving it a giant gawdy balloon hat, the Player instead induces a Paradox on their Pokemon in battle that transforms them into a Past or Future form, complete with a different typing and new abilities. This should extend to the Box Legendary as well. Have it just be a Cyclizar that, depending on which version of the game you play, the Player can Paradox into its Legendary form. Additionally, you shouldn't get access to the Cyclizar or its Paradox state until a quarter of the way into the story.

Traversal around the overworld via the Box Legendary should change too. Instead of unlocking new modes of travel via Arven's quest chain, those should be upgrades. Your Box Legendary should already be able to dash, climb, glide, and swim from the get-go. The upgrades should simply improve those considerably; your Dash now scatters overworld Pokemon in your path so you don't have to worry about running into a random battle while traveling. Swimming now allows you to dive and explore underwater zones. Climbing is upgraded with a super-jump so you can get a ton of verticality and quickly scale mountains. Finally, borrowing Soaring from OR/AS - the final form of Gliding should be complete Flight, allowing the Player to soar all around Paldea by the postgame.

Story Progression and Level-Scaling S/V fails at being an Open World game because it requires you to check off all the content boxes before it lets you into the endgame, and the challenges don't scale to your level. This needs a full revamp; wild Pokemon having a specific level range based on their area is fine, as that can be used to reflect how dangerous certain spots in Paldea are. But Gym Leaders and the Elite Four should have different teams of Pokemon that are at different levels/evolutionary stages and have different combat mechanics based on the strength of the Player. Also, in the postgame, the Player should be allowed to challenge these opponents for a rematch and specifically ask for a given team to go up against, for funsies.

If the Player wants to go through all of the story lines and gather the Friendship Trio before challenging Area Zero, that should have its own presentation. Similarly, if the Player goes in solo or only gathers some of the Friendship Trio to accompany them, those approaches should change the experience accordingly. This doesn't necessarily mean there need to be multiple endings, but there should at least be an acknowledgment of the options during gameplay. For example, in the final conflict with the Professor, having Pokeballs be locked to force the use of the Box Legendary for an artificially cinematic final battle should be done away with if the Player takes time to do some extra preparation around Area Zero beforehand. Having Penny along and going through a side-quest to disable that function in the AI systems prior to challenging the Professor, thus allowing the Player to use their own team if they so choose.

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Who's your favourite OC of yours and why? =]

Killing me with the hardest question possible i see...... dgfhdgdjhdf

Really though that is super hard, i have wayyy too many ocs and my favorite sort of swaps around every few months or so. sometimes it just cycles between the same few for a year or two though.

I would sayyyy right now? Probably anybody from Mary's whole squad. Which would be her (Mary-Anne Cassia), Samiel, Roberto Yun-Capo, Hale-Bopp, Puss in Boots (aka Danyel Mewette), and Winter Adams. All of them are here in this photo! (Hale in the star, Winter in the heart, Roberto in the triangle, Puss in the square, Mary in the circle, and Samiel in the..whatever you call that shape. He has the gun)

To narrow it down even further, specifically my top 4 are hale, mary, puss, and roberto. And then out of that Mary and Puss are probably the two im currently most focused on (but again the whole cycling thing applies here ahjgdjhfg for all i know next week ill be back into being obsessed with roberto)

I like them mostly because they're my first ocs that are actually in a sort of sci-fi setting, which is something i always wanted to do but struggled to! But then i watched Wander Over Yonder again and i was like damn....i could do this but with insane people.

All of them except for Hale-Bopp started off as either Lobotomy Corp OCs or just straight up LC characters that i just..yoinked and changed up a bit, because me and my girlfriend have a Lobotoym Corp rp and their personalities had developed enough to basically not be themselves as they were at the beggining anymore. Samiel was Der Freischutz, and Puss in Boots is.....Puss in Boots. Although he was never actually in the game, he was cut content that we decided to bring in for the rp, so everything about him is still, essentially, about 90% my own creation, since the only thing he had in his cut content was art and some flavor text.

I really like Mary in particular because i think she is just, a horrible human being, but in an interesting and somewhat sympathetic way. Which is something done a lot I know, but i mean hey there's a reason those sorts of characters get so popular ajhgdhj. She does awful things and doesn't let herself open up genuinely to anybody, but she's masks all of it under multiple layers of joking around and being weird in general. She's extremely emotionally stunted, refuses to allow herself to experience genuine connection despite desperately wanting it, and she makes this into everyone's problem. But she's very good at what she does, and extremely competent in other aspects, which is what manages to keep the whole group together.

Puss in Boots on the other hand, is also an emotionally stunted character but in a different form. It's not quite as bad as Mary, who can't handle emotions in herself nor with others very well. Instead Puss mostly struggles with handling his own thoughts and feelings while being excellent with other people. Sort of. He's great at reading people, and he isn't dumb, he often has great advice, but what he is, is PUSHY. He doesn't know how to let things happen naturally, and so often makes things worse instead before theres any progress. I think that the dynamic between him and his (unwillingly, on Puss's end) estranged brother is fun to explore. He has a very strong sense of justice and has lots of conflict with Mary, because she's one of the few people who he can't read very well (Samiel being another one, but he's still easier than Mary) He can't tell if he despises Mary or if he's just concerned for her, and it keeps him around on the ship out of fascination, like a pet project. He hates everything about most of the crew (except winter, and somewhat okay with Roberto) he hates their behavior, their jobs (3/6 of the crew being hitmen/assassins) and most of all he can't stand their morals, or lack thereof.

It'd be a LOT to go into further detail ajhgdhjdf so i think this will do fine as a start bc its. um. 7AM where i am and i have not slept. Oops! But if you want to ask any further questions about them i have most of their info on my website!! (except samiel, who's page i have not finished yet. it's mostly finished, just that his backstory page only has the TLDR section filled in and not in full) https://kittymanya.neocities.org/art/ocs/oclanding

I can't link directly to their pages bc i set up my site weird and im not sure how to fix it really without recoding the whole page, but if you go to the 'sintane' tab theyre all in the first section! They're the first 6 characters that show up in the list. So theres a lot more info there and if you have any more specific questions about them i would LOVE to rant about them :D

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sunshine-overload · 11 months

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[BSTS] Qu Birthday 4* Card Story

chapter 1 -street, day time-

saki: Hello, Qu-san. Sorry, did I make you wait long?

qu: Not at all, I only just got here too. Shall we get going?

saki: Where are we headed today?

qu: Good question. I’d love to go and browse some makeup like usual but… I have to pick out a present for myself sometime soon.

saki: Oh right, your birthday is coming up isn’t it?

qu: Yes. I’m happy to hear you remembered when it is. I actually have something in mind that I’d like to buy. I thought I’d ask your opinion on it first though, since a birthday gift is something special after all. I’ve been looking forward to today since I’d like you to decide for me. I’ll guide you to the store, let’s go.

-time pass, inside shopping centre-

qu: This is what caught my eye, what do you think?

saki: Wow, what a beautiful summer scarf.

qu: There were a few candidates I’d like you to look over. They should be nearby…

saki: Isn’t the pattern on this one pretty?

qu: Fufu, very. The colours are so vibrant, you could pair it with anything. What do you think about this one’s pattern?

saki: Woah… It’s super stylish! I think it looks great.

qu: This one is a contender too then. Next how about…

-time pass-

qu: Hmm… I think we’ve narrowed it down it these two scarves. Which one’s pattern do you like more?

saki: They’re both so beautiful…. But I think this one would suit you best, Qu-san.

qu: …Suit me? —Thanks. I’ll trust your judgement and go with this one then.

-time pass, street, day time-

saki: Now that you’ve bought your gift you’re all set for your birthday event, aren’t you?

qu: Yes, all thanks to your help. Say, are you still free for a bit?

saki: Yes, I don’t have any other plans.

qu: In that case, would you let me treat you to some sweets as thanks?

saki: Some sweets?

qu: There’s a dessert shop nearby that I recommend checking out. I’m sure you’ll like it too. If you’re up for it allow me to escort you there.

chapter 2 -starless restaurant area-

saki: (I wonder what Qu-san’s birthday event will be like…)

female guest 1: Qu! Please look this way!

-camera flash-

female guest 2: Oh my gosh, I think he just smiled at me!!

saki: (Looks like he’s in the middle of a photo session. As expected everyone’s really excited.)

female guest 3: Hey, doesn’t it seem like Qu is having even more fun than usual today?

female guest 4: Right! It’s like his smile is even brighter today. Not to say I don’t love the way Qu usually is, but seeing this side of him is nice too~

saki: (They’re right, Qu-san does seem a little different today. I wonder if it’s because he’s also enjoying his birthday event…)

-time pass, break room-

qu: Oh Saki, you’re here.

saki: Qu-san! Hello. The guests really liked your photo session.

qu: Fufu, I’m glad to hear it. I thought now would be a good time to open my present up… Would you like to join me?

saki: Sure.

qu: …Fufu, it’s nice opening something that you chose for me. It’s just as you said, this pattern was the right choice.

saki: I’m glad you like it. Happy birthday.

qu: Thanks. …There’s actually something I’d like to give you too.

saki: For me…?

-cg

qu: I’m sure you’ll be pleased with it.

saki: That’s… It has the same gift wrapping as your present…

qu: It’s a gift to thank you for coming shopping with me, and also for the birthday present.

saki: You didn’t have to… All I did was help you choose.

qu: It’s fine, go ahead and open it.

saki: This is…

qu: It’s the scarf that ended up coming second place in our selection. I thought that its pattern suited you, what do you think?

saki: …It’s lovely. Thanks so much, Qu-san.

qu: You’re welcome. I’d really been looking forward to gifting it to you today. Please wear it if it’s to your liking. Actually I’d love it if you wore this scarf next time we go shopping together. I’ll wear mine too of course, then we’ll be matching.

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estricklandarts102-006 · 2 years

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Six Word Story Process

For the beginning of this process I brainstormed possible six word stories that I could use for my work. I knew that I wanted to do something that would actually interest me and keep me engaged so I began to think about things personal to me: what I like, how I’m feeling, issues that are important to me, things that have happened in my life.

I narrowed my possible six word stories down to these 4 in the word maps below. I thought about what I could possibly bring to life for each one while also trying to remember a golden rule for myself: Keep it Simple. I had great ideas for every one of these stories but I didn’t want to overwork myself when I’m just getting started again with Photoshop after ten years.

In the end I decided that the two stories that were my favorite simple ideas to work off of were “I wanted death. He gave violets” and “I’m feeling a little crabby today”.

Next I began the process of finding images that would correspond with these two stories and completing each graphic.

I started with “I’m feeling a little crabby today” as I knew I wanted a straightforward photo of a crab on the beach. I wanted it to have a rather red (or orange) crab with some contrasting blue in the background. This was easy to find and I decided that I wanted to pull out the darker orangish-red colors on the crab for my text to contrast with the blue and beiges in the background. Finding a typeface for this graphic took me a while because I wanted something that could be bold, but also more small and simple, while also being playful. Finally to frame the crab around the text I used a layer mask and the paintbrush to make part of the word crabby appear behind the crab, while the word today sat in front of it at its feet.

The final product of “I’m feeling a little crabby today”.

The next six word story, “I wanted death, He gave violets” was a little bit harder to find a background image for.

I went through 3 other images of purple violet-like flowers before I found a 4th one that suited the vibe I was going for. It was really hard to find a balance between light and dark like I wanted this story to convey. I also wanted to make sure the purple of the flower stood out and the flower itself stood out and did not blend into the rest of the image. A lot of the images that came up when I searched things like african violet would either not be true violets, or there would be so much foliage or other things going on in the scene that it wouldn’t work for my idea.

Finally I had picked my image, a suitably dark image where the violet stood out. Next I had to pick my text. I wanted there to be a contrast in the text choice between the first statement in the story and the second, but I also wanted the second half of the story to stand out much more than the first. This is why the word death is slightly hidden in behind the leaves and the flower. The story isn’t about how I wanted death but about the final act of receiving the violets, which denies me the thing I had wanted. I found the font in the line about death by searching through horror fonts, it has this spookier old-timey feel that I really love with its rough around the edges typeface. I wanted a cursive-y hand written looking font to convey the thoughtfulness and love behind the act of being given the violets.

I felt that the two fonts together contrasted well and ended up with this as my final product.

For this project I really enjoyed contemplating how to make these visually engaging and enjoyable for other people, while still also satisfying my wants and ideas. Deciding which fonts would convey the proper ideas and feelings while being readable and appropriate, where the words should go, what size they should be, how they should interact with the photo. There was so much more to consider than I really thought about at first. I definitely had to play around a lot and undo and redo and start over on a few things, which was an interesting process.

I used to enjoy digital art much more than physical because I was able to engage in this process of experimentation much easier than if I were to be working on paper or a sculpture or ceramic piece. I don’t want to use it as a crutch but it felt so much easier to even just totally start over if I needed to. With physical art I always overthink things and feel like I can’t go back or start over or scrap an idea because I feel like I’m on a deadline and a time crunch and some things you just can’t undo, but perhaps I need to reframe my thinking. By enabling myself to start over, I was able to create better pieces than the original “finished” ones.

I wonder myself now if I have art pieces I could revisit or ideas I thought were failures that I could start over. Is there perhaps even something I considered finished and good that I could try to better in some way?

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PURE [5] - Corpse Husband x Fem!Reader

A/N: It’s been a while.

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PURE [5]

“Did you guys find anybody?” Felix’s voice sounded out when the man repeated the same question for what seemed like the third time since he joined the call. The number of players showed 7 of them, which meant that they were still missing three people. Sure, they could start the game now, but it would be way more enjoyable and funny with a full lobby.

“Yeah, Toast will be here any moment. “Sykkuno replied right away. “He just texted me; he should join us in a few.”

“Cool. Anyone else?”

“I think Corpse was also supposed to join us, right? Not sure though why he isn’t here yet.”

“Oh, yeah, Corpse will be here soon too!” Jack suddenly chimed in with an explanation. “He said he needed to take care of something first, but he’ll be here before we start.”

“Great. But that means we’re still one person short.” Felix hummed when Toast’s little astronaut appeared in the lobby “Hey Toast."

“Hey man.”

“Do you have anyone coming?”

“I’m afraid not. I asked MrBeast, but he’s busy, so...”

“Well then, we can just start when Corpse is here, and maybe we’ll find someone in the meantime?” Dave suggested, earning a few hums of approval from the other players.

“Yeah, I think that’s the best option...” Jack agreed. But then his voice blared out in everyone’s headphones with excitement. “Ha! Corpse is bringing someone!”

“Who?”

“I dunno, he just texted me he has one coming and that’s all.”

“Hm, all right. Let’s wait then.”

***

Corpse fidgeted with his phone, glancing between its screen and the chat in his stream. People were already asking countless questions, but rather than answering them, he was waiting for Y/N to call him. He was nervous - the girl still hadn’t commented on his request.

The idea to invite her to the lobby wasn’t spontaneous. In fact, he’d been thinking about it for quite some time now, but never found the courage to actually ask if she would like to join them for the game.

It’s been almost a month now since that memorable phone call. A month since Y/N last played with her friends; a month since she considerably reduced her social media usage.

Sure, she was still active on her youtube channel, but not as much as before the whole haters situation. No matter how hard she tried to just ignore them and simply continue her career, she just couldn’t. There were still these nagging thoughts at the back of her mind, reminding her of all those people and their comments, their messages. It seemed like a good idea to take a short break and sort everything out.

Her fans understood it. They were obviously sad that her videos weren’t as frequent as before, but everyone knew what the situation looked like and that Y/N needed some time for herself.

Her audience knew it, and so did her friends. Especially Corpse.

The man kept his word and talked to the girl whenever she wanted to. Which, in the end, was almost everyday. Although at the beginning their conversations mostly focused on her current problem and dealing with it, their topics broadened over the time.

At one point though, Y/N started worrying that maybe she’s annoying him with her so frequent calls. She thought that she shouldn’t bother him that much - even if talking to him was what really helped her cope with her problems. He already had enough on his plate, and sharing her own concerns with him suddenly seemed like a very selfish thing to do.

But she quickly realized how wrong she was for thinking like that. When one day she didn’t call, figuring out that she should stop troubling him with her own issues, she was very surprised when Corpse reached out to her himself. He expressed how worried he got when she didn’t call, and when she explained what was the reason, he spent the next fifteen minutes lecturing her that she should never think she’s bothering him.

From that day on, they talked every single day. And they talked about almost everything.

Corpse enjoyed their late night-talks more than anything. He liked to listen to Y/N talk about the things she finds exciting, her hobbies, and her dreams. Hell, she could talk about what she ate for breakfast, and he would still listen with interest.

And even though they haven’t seen each other in person, even though she still hasn’t seen his face, they managed to get really close during those past weeks. For an outside observer (who also didn’t have access to Twitter) they would seem like a couple of very good friends.

But not for Corpse.

He couldn’t pinpoint when exactly did it happen. They were talking one evening and Y/N was telling him about the TV series she had finished watching recently. He listened intently and watched as her facial expressions changed from excited to frustrated, as she was enumerating everything she liked and disliked about the series finale.

And then he suddenly got this weird feeling in the pit of his stomach, and simply couldn’t take his eyes off her.

He tried to play it off and act as if nothing changed, but he couldn’t stop his heart from doing backflips whenever she laughed at one of his dumb jokes or called him partner. It was still a running joke between them and among the group of their friends, but there was something in the way she said it that made him instantly smile like an idiot.

He also started paying more attention to the hashtags on Twitter and Instagram. #PartnersInCrime was still rather popular, even though it was a month since anyone last used this phrase on stream. Corpse also found out that #Y/Nforthebride was trending for some time; he even managed to stumble across a few fanarts.

There was this urge to send them to Y/N, but he was too nervous that it would make things awkward between them... After all, he didn’t know how she felt about that whole shipping thing.

That’s why he decided to just leave things between them as they are, and be happy that he’s at least her friend.

Corpse nearly jumped out of his skin, when he was brought back to reality by the sound of an upcoming FaceTime call. Y/N’s photo appeared on his screen, her smiley face which he had assigned as her contact photo. His lips corners curled up in a smile almost unwittingly.

“Hey Y/N/N” he said after answering the call.

“Hi Corpse” she smiled softly upon hearing his voice. Although the screen on her side was dark, she didn’t mind not seeing Corpse’s face. She respected his wish to remain faceless and enjoyed their conversations anyway.

“Whatcha doin’?”

“Just editing the new video. I guess I’ll upload it in the morning... but I’m not sure yet.”

“Well let me know then, I wanna be the first one to see it.”

“Sure thing, Corpse” she chuckled, lowering her gaze bashfully. Corpse just looked at her face for a moment, unable to stop smiling to himself. Then he remembered why they were talking in the first place.

“So... have you seen my text?” Y/N sighed at his question but nodded her head slowly. “And what do you think?”

“I don’t know, Corpse...” she ran a hand through her hair in a nervous gesture. “...if that’s a good idea, I mean.”

“Well, it’s been a while. No pressure though, if you don’t wanna play then it’s totally fine.” he quickly clarified. “I just thought it would be fun if you joined us, even if just for a moment. I’m sure everyone would go crazy.”

Her smile widened slightly at his words, but she still didn’t look convinced. Sure, it was tempting to join them. She wanted to do it each time Sean or Felix bombarded her with messages and codes to the lobby, both inviting her to join the group in the game. But then she remembered how people reacted to her appearance in their streams... and suddenly it didn’t seem like such a good idea anymore.

“We’re gonna play on Polus...” he added after a moment when she still didn’t say anything. “That one map with the planetary base... there’s a lava pit, y’know. Just saying...”

She laughed wholeheartedly at his words, remembering their last game when Corpse jumped into the lava for her.

“Sykkuno’s gonna be there as well” Corpse continued. “And I promise I won’t kill you this time.”

“Even if I’m the last player alive?” she joked.

“Even then, Y/N.”

Corpse stifled a laugh, as she cocked her head to the side and narrowed her eyes slightly as if trying to spot him in the darkness.

“Are you streaming, Corpse?” she then asked.

“Not yet. I’m gonna start the stream as soon as you say yes, though.”

“Oh c’mon” she laughed at his words “That’s emotional blackmail!”

“Maybe. Is it working?” he asked.

Y/N let out a heavy breath and ran a hand down her face. Corpse watched in anticipation as she seemed to have some internal battle with herself. He hoped that she’s gonna agree, he really missed playing with her.

“All right, then.” she suddenly said, and his breath hitched in his throat. “I’m gonna stay for a few rounds I guess...”

“Wait, really?” he asked, a smile on his face only widening.

“Well, yeah, partner.” she replied, which made his cheeks go warm “Your imposter techniques haven’t been very effective lately... Someone needs to help you out, or you’re gonna lose your title of the king of the Imposters.”

“Oh, is that’s how it is now?” he laughed in fake shock. “I wouldn’t have to worry about losing the title if my accomplice hadn’t left me all alone!”

“All right, all right.” she giggled at his accusations. “Your accomplice is on her way to support you.”

Corpse smiled even wider at the sound of her laughter. Her eyes shined with happiness when she was giggling, which only brought out their E/C color. The fact that his stupid babbling was the reason for her smile was making him feel extremely proud of himself.

“But just so you know... I still have no idea how this map works, so I’m afraid I’m gonna need you to guide me around it...”

“Y’know you could as well just say you want to hang out with me...”

“Corpse!” she laughed, her cheeks blushing in embarrassment.

“Just kidding Y/N” he chuckled at her reaction. “Of course I’m gonna guide you, don’t worry.”

“Okay then...” she said after a moment, looking at the screen again. “I’ll be there in a few minutes. Will you send me the code, please?”

“Sure I will, Y/N”

“Okay. See you later, partner” she smiled brightly.

“See you, partner.”

When Y/N ended the call, Corpse let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He sighed in relief and ran a hand through his hair, before moving to sit behind his desk.

It was only after he started the stream that he realized he was blushing. Not only because Y/N would join them, but because there was also another thing he wanted to ask her about, but didn’t find the courage to yet...

***

By the time Y/N turned on her computer and started the game, Corpse has already sent her the code, and there was a Discord invite waiting for her as well. She bit her lip nervously as her heartbeat quickened.

Was she nervous? As hell.

She did everything she could to avoid being in unnecessary spotlight since she started receiving those hate messages. Perhaps escaping the problem wasn’t the best solution, but it definitely was a comfortable one. People wouldn’t have a reason to hate on her if she disappeared.

But then she couldn’t say no to Corpse. And truth to be said - she really missed playing with her friends. From what she’d seen on Twitter, the lobby would be filled with those she’d already played with, so she wasn’t that nervous before the game. What she was nervous about though, was how people would react.

Accepting Corpse’s request was something she did due to the sudden rush of courage. And now there was no coming back.

She knew Corpse would understand if she changed her mind... but she heard how excited he was when she had agreed. She couldn’t do it to him.

So, once she’d taken a deep breath and put her headphones on, Y/N accepted the invite and braced herself for the inevitable chaos that was bound to take place in the call. She decided to wait with joining the lobby though - at least until they realize she’s with them.

“..the fuck you’re talking about?!” Felix’s voice was the first thing she heard, which made her roll her eyes with a smile. “It’s not my fault I sound like that! At least I don’t have a liar voice like Rae!”

“HEY!” the girl yelled “I don’t have a liar voice!”

“You do, you’re using it even now!” Jack argued, much to Rae’s dismay.

“What is going on here” Corpse’s deep voice sounded out suddenly.

“Oh, you’re here! Finally” Sykkuno immediately welcomed him with his always happy voice.

“Yeah, sorry that I’m late guys.”

“No worries, man” Pewdiepie spoke up again. “We were just talking about playing the voice card and that you’re basically the only one who can do it.”

“Not fair at all!” Rae chimed in, making Corpse chuckle.

“The voice card...” he hummed after a moment, before adding. “I wouldn’t really say I’m the only one though...”

“Well who else then? Everyone else either starts laughing or have a liar voice” Dave asked, and Rae scoffed at the last words.

“Well what about my guest?”

Y/N inhaled sharply, realizing that now she should probably reveal herself.

“Oh, right! Who you’re bringing man?” Sean asked with curiosity.

That’s when Y/N typed in the game code, and her white astronaut appeared in the lobby.

“Wait, who’s- HOLY SHIT” Sean all but yelled, when realization hit him. Y/N laughed loudly at his reaction, and her voice only seemed to prove to everyone that she really was there.

“KIDDO WHAT THE FUCK” Felix reflected Jack’s response, yelling over his friend.

“Oh my god, hi!”

“What a surprise!” Y/N managed to catch Sykkuno’s words. “It’s so amazing to have you here, Y/N/N!”

“As I live and breathe.” another voice spoke up, and Toast’s little astronaut came face to face with her white bean. “My lifelong nemesis. Back here snap my neck again, huh?”

“Yeah, happy to hear you too, Toast” Y/N giggled at his words, then she adressed the whole group. “Hi guys.”

“Okay I did not expect that in the slightest” Sean laughed happily “You’re here kiddo!”

“I am” she smiled from ear to ear, even though they couldn’t see her.

“Wait- Corpse, is that the thing you had to take care of?” her best friend asked Corpse with suspicious voice.

“Well...” he trailed off and cleared his throat, making everyone laugh.

“That’s so great Y/N! We missed you so much!” Rae thundered over the bickering of the boys. “The game hasn’t been the same without you...”

“Agreed. I suddenly stopped dying.” Toast commented, making her roll her eyes with a laugh.

“I don’t know if I should be happy or fucking scared right now.” Felix laughed nervously. “With Corpse and Y/N? We’re fucked now, guys.”

“I promise I’ll go easy on you, I haven’t played in so long I think I forgot all my strategies...”

“Yeah, sure.” Toast’s forever suspicious voice made her smile wider. “Just don’t kill me in the first roung, okay? I won’t vote you off just stay the fuck away from me you little murderer.”

“Okay, I promise I won’t kill you...”

She couldn’t stop herself from laughing, and the smile remained on her face even when they started the game. It only seemed to widen, when she saw the sign Imposter on her screen.

Only to giggle hysterically when she realized that Toast was the other imposter...

And so the game went on with Y/N and Toast cooperating like perfect serial killers. Corpse did as he promised and guided her through the map, both of them being closely followed by Sykkuno. Because of that she’d just sabotage the map most of the time to give Toast opportunities to kill their friends, but eventually managed to sneak out when her two fellow crewmates were doing their tasks. It just so happen that Pewds was walking past her, and she might’ve accidentally snapped his neck...

“Goddamnit! I knew it! I fucking knew it was you!” Sean yelled once the game was over and Y/N saw the sign VICTORY on her screen, her small character standing next to Toast’s one. He was ejected at some point because Poki managed to walk in on him killing Rae, but Y/N remained undetected until the very end. Perhaps the fact that Corpse was one of the two crewmates who were left alive had something to do wtih it...

“That was rude” Pewds said in a whiny voice, clearly referring to their encounter which led to his death. “I was just happily walking around, doing my tasks like a good crewmate, and then boom! Y/N happened”

“I would say I’m sorry... but I’m really not” she laughed, making Felix gasp in shock.

“That’s what happens when you work with Toast!”

“Good game, Y/N. That was amazing” the man in question said appreciatively.

“Will you finally forgive me for killing you that one time if I say that being imposters with you was cool?” she laughed nervously.

“Actually... Yeah, I guess we can bury the hatchet now. AND we should team up more in the future.”

“Great!”

“Excuse me, what?” Corpse’s voice made the whole lobby laugh. “I don’t remember us cancelling our partnership, Y/N.”

“Corpse...”

“Are you trying to steal my accomplice from me Toast?”

“Well she’s a great partner in crime after all...” Toast deliberately used the phrase, making Corpse gasp.

“Hey! She’s my partner! Find yourself your own, Toast” Corpse joked, making Y/N laugh bashfully, her cheeks warming up at his words.

“Yeah yeah, I remember, don’t worry man. No one’s gonna take your partner in crime away from you...” Toast’s teasing voice made them all laugh, Corpse and Y/N included.

For the next few rounds Y/N played as a crewmate, running around the map with either Corpse or Sykkuno and doing her tasks. During meetings they joked and laughed, and for a moment, she stopped thinking about what people watching her friend’s streams might think about her presence. After all, there was at least a small chance that they didn’t think about it at all, and simply enjoyed watching their favoirte youtubers. Just as she enjoyed playing with her friends.

Oh, and by the way, Corpse kept his promise and didn’t kill her even when she was the last player alive...

It was soon time when everyone started slowly leaving the lobby, having played for over three hours. Y/N also said her goodbyes to the others and promised that she’d join them to play a game called Raft next week.

When she turned her computer off and threw herself on her bed, Y/N immediately grabbed her phone to call Corpse. He answered right away.

“Well hello, partner...” she rolled her eyes with a smile when he accented the last word. “Or should I say, traitor, instead?”

“Corpse... you know I would never betray you...”

“Well how can I be so sure, now that I know how cool it is to be imposters with Toast?” she knew he was joking, she could almost hear the smile in his voice.

“Not nearly as cool as it is with you, Corpse” Y/N grinned from ear to ear when Corpse scoffed.

“I spare your life so many times and that’s what I get in return? You cheat on me with Toast?” he said in disbelief “I’m disappointed, Y/N, I really am.”

“I would never!” she laughed through her words, even though her cheeks were now red because of Corpse’s words. “You’re the best partner in crime, Corpse, I wouldn’t trade you for anyone else!”

Not only in the game, she thought.

“Hmm, alright. Let’s say I believe you.” he said after a moment of thinking.

“I mean it, Corpse...” Y/N said after calming down from her laughter. “I... I really wanted to thank you.”

“Thank me? For what?” he asked, genuinely surprised.

“Well, first of all for inviting me to today’s game... I really had lots of fun, it was great to play and talk with the others. And I wouldn’t be in the lobby if not for you...” Y/N mumbled, before verbalizing her previous thoughts. “And I also wanted to thank you for just... you know... being my friend. My real life partner in crime. I just wanted you to know I’m really glad I met you...”

Corpse was silent for a good few moments, and Y/N started panicking that maybe she said something wrong, or maybe he found her spontaneous confession funny, or worse, dumb. She was almost ready to somehow laugh it all off, when his voice cut her off.

“Thank you, Y/N. It really means a lot to me too.” he sounded like he had some troubles with speaking, which made Y/N furrow her brows in worry.

“Is everything okay, Corpse?”

“Yeah, I...” he stuttered, then laughed nervously. “I just didn’t expect that and... yeah. It’s not something I hear on a daily basis, especially from someone like you.”

Someone like me?

“But what you said... it’s mutual.” he said after a moment, and Y/N couldn’t stop herself from grinning like an idiot. “You’re the best partner in crime I could ask for. And not only in the game.”

She could as well just pass out there and there...

“So uhm... there was one thing I wanted to ask you...”

“Yeah?”

“I was wondering if maybe... you know, if you’d have some time... and if you’d want to of course... would you maybe like to visit me here in San Diego?”

Yeah, passing out seems like a good idea.

***

This is not the last part.

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kohanayaki · 3 years

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.:Time And Time Again:. (Marauders Era x Reader) Ch 8

You come across an old photo book full of untouched memories and decide to go through it with Harry, though there are some things you decide he doesn't need to know and some things you'd rather forget. (Takes place mostly through Marauders era flashbacks)

LINKS: CH 1 CH 2 CH 3 CH 4 CH 5 CH 6 CH 7 CH 8

Ch 8 .:Snapshots, Secrets, and Sentimentality:.

“Hey, Harry?” you called out into the living room where said boy was reclined on one of the large charcoal armchairs, “I found something you might want to see.”

His eyes widened behind the round frames of his glasses as you carried over a large, leather bound book that was thick with laminated pages. You sat across from him on the couch, setting it down on the coffee table in front of you.

“We still have a few more hours before the others arrive for the meeting,” you said, “and I don't know when the next time we'll be able to talk like this will be.”

“Wait,” he said before you could open the book, “you aren't staying?”

“I can't,” you smiled at him sadly. A statement that was true for a multitude of reasons you'd rather not get into with your godson. “I wanted to show this to you before I left, though.”

With a wave of your hand the book's pages gently flipped open, revealing a number of old magical photographs. The page you had turned to had a picture of James, and you could see Harry's eyes lock onto it. His father was beaming at the camera, holding up the Quidditch cup as two of his Gryffindor teammates held him up on their shoulders.

“Now you see why everyone always tells you how much you look like him,” you chuckled, “that's him in his fifth year, same as you now.”

Harry stared in wonder at the photo. He really did look like his dad. James was slightly taller, lankier, but he had the same disheveled waves of dark brown hair and boyish grin as Harry. Their faces were nearly identical; except for the eyes, of course.

The photo right next to that one was you wearing a Seeker's crest. You were posed, standing with the rest of your team with a wide smile on your face. Harry's brow furrowed as he spotted an unknown yet somehow familiar boy next to you with curly black hair and light eyes.

“Who is that?” he asked, “he almost looks like—”

“Sirius?” you finished. Harry nodded. “That would make sense,” you said, “that's Regulus, his younger brother.”

“I. . . didn't know he had one,” Harry said in wonder.

“Well, you know he doesn't talk about his family often.”

“Right. . .” Harry trailed off for a moment, “but you knew him? His brother?”

“Yeah,” you said, feeling a tug at your heart, “We were friends, for a while.” Your eyes subconsciously looked up towards his room which now stood empty. “He, um. . . he died, some time ago.”

“Oh,” Harry said, not knowing what to say, “I'm sorry. . .”

You gave him a small smile in thanks, trying to shrug off the grim feeling the memories brought up as you turned the page of the book to the next.

This photograph was one that was moving— you and James in your Quidditch captain's uniforms. He was reaching over, ruffling your hair while you were ducking to avoid him, pushing his face away and turning his glasses askew despite the grin on your face.

“We both became team captains in year six,” you said, smiling fondly at the picture, “we'd squared off as Seekers the year prior, so it was only natural. You were already playing Seeker your first year, weren't you?”

“Yeah,” Harry said bashfully, “although my first time catching the snitch was bit rough to say the least.” You laughed at that, recalling the time he told you the story of how he had caught the snitch with his mouth his first match.

“You take after your father, for sure,” you said, “he was always a creative flier; came up with all sorts of purposefully confusing strategies as captain. By the time the other team figured out what he was doing, he'd have already caught the snitch and the match would be set.”

Harry felt pride fill his chest at your words, glad he was taking on his father's good qualities.

“So you were a Seeker your fifth year and played until you graduated,” he recalled, “but I thought you said you played Chaser before?”

“Well, sort of?” you admitted, “Not officially. My introduction to the game was unconventional, to say the least. . .”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 1974 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

James and Sirius huddled with the rest of the Gryffindor team on the Quidditch pitch, gearing up for the match. The energy around them was electric, the stands packed with students and faculty from every house.

“Remember, keep to the left,” Halls, their team captain, said sternly, “and take advantage of Parkinson's blind spot. If Rollins and the rest of the Chasers start scoring above 40 before halftime, we'll go in for the Pincer.”

Sirius nodded, determined to win this match. It was the first one of the season, so a lot was riding on this. However, his attention was diverted as the crowd's cheers suddenly grew louder. The Slytherin team had arrived on the field, marching towards them. Something Sirius didn't expect to see, however, was you, dressed in Chaser's robes next to his brother.

“What are they doing here?” Sirius scoffed as he spotted you, “they're not even on the team!”

“Rollins took a spill last practice,” Vanity said as she stepped forward. The Slytherin captain had a wicked grin on her face, “(L/n)'s a last minute replacement. Don't bother trying to argue, I've already cleared it with Madame Hooch.”

“Convenient of you to tell us ahead of time,” Halls' eyes narrowed.

“Is there a part of 'last minute' that escapes your understanding?” Vanity rolled her eyes.

“Well, no matter,” Halls said, “you've lost your best Chaser, we don't have anything to worry about.”

“That classic Gryffindor confidence,” Vanity smirked, “we'll see about that. I don't choose just anyone to fill in.”

Halls scoffed as Vanity turned on her heels, not bothering to look back.

“Seems you've found yourself another game to lose, (L/n),” James smirked at you.

“Have I?” you arched a brow, “what's our score now? 10-9?”

“10-10 since I got you with that scalene water in the Prefect's bathroom,” James reminded you, “how was being half fish for a day?”

“Marvelous, felt just like you,” you quipped.

“Settle down, everyone,” Madame Hooch said, stepping out onto the field, “Potter, (L/n), I know you two have taken to pranks on each other in class, but I don't want to see a lick of that up in the air, understood?”

“Perfectly,” you said, a smirk sneaking onto your face as you mounted your broom.

“Wouldn't dream of it, professor,” James said with sarcastic flair.

Sirius eyed you cautiously. Gryffindor had flying class with Hufflepuff, so they'd never actually seen you fly before, but there was no doubt that if Vanity approved of you, you had to pose some kind of threat.

“Take your marks,” Hooch said, and you rose off the ground in unison, staring each other down. “Let the match begin!” With a strong, well placed kick, the Quidditch case was thrown open to release the bludgers and the snitch, and as she threw the quaffle up in the air you lunged forward into a dive. You were just about to grab the ball when a blur of red and gold nearly knocked you off your broom.

“Potter has the Quaffle!” Kingston commentated from the box, “he passes to Longbottom, who evades Catchlove and Regulus Black. Longbottom scores! The first ten points go to Gryffindor!”

The patrons in the red and gold stands went wild, the roar deafening in your ears. This was definitely different from flying class. You had to get it together.

The hair on the back of your neck suddenly stood straight up when something whizzed right past your head as you barely moved to dodge it. Sirius gave you a passive shrug from the other side of the field, a beater's bat resting on his shoulder.

“Tosser,” you grumbled under your breath. You had half a mind to throw him right through the left-field hoops without his broom, but dealing with the bludgers wasn't your job; you just had to evade and score. You wouldn't let your team down.

Your eyes searched the skies for the quaffle again, and found it as you spotted a Gryffindor snatch it out of Catchlove's hands. You built up momentum, lowering your body to your broom handle as you picked up speed, swiping the ball from the red Chaser's hands before his eyes could register. You flew under him before their team could rearrange formation and spun around quickly, swatting the quaffle towards the lower right goal with the tail end of your broom. Their Keeper dove to block it, but was one second too late. The ball flew through the hoop and straight into Regulus' hands, who looped back around and threw it through the top right, leaving the Gryffindor Keeper too disoriented and too low in the corner of the goal posts to do anything about it.

“(L/n) outmaneuvers Johnson and scores!” you heard the commentary box boom, “Regulus Black follows up with another goal, we are 20 Slytherin to 10 Gryffindor, what a quick turnaround to start off the match!”

You huffed, impressed that Regulus was able to make the most of your shot. You knew he was Sirius' brother, but that was about it. He was a year younger than you, so you didn't have any classes together and never really talked to him before.

“Nice shot,” you said, flying next to him.

“Same to you,” he said with the slightest upwards quirk of his lips.

“Oi, keep it up you two!” Vanity shouted, hovering over you before dodging the bludger that flew her way, “Black, keep point on Johnson, he's off his game today. (L/n) I want you on intercept and watch for Potter.”

“Gladly,” you smirked, flying off towards the other side of the field. You were starting to feel more comfortable in the air, like you were when you were just flying by yourself; the sounds of the crowd disappeared over the wind rushing in your ears, and you were able to concentrate on your main objective:

Kicking James Potter's arse.

And that you did. The all too confident smirk that seemed to be permanently plastered to his face disappeared when he suddenly felt the weight of the quaffle leave his hands. A victorious smile graced your lips at his dumbfound expression as you threw the ball long to Regulus, who caught it with ease, swatting Johnson away like a fly before scoring another goal.

“(L/n) passes to Black who scores another ten points for Slytherin!” Kingston announced, “it looks like the two rookie players are really hitting their stride now. Choosing (L/n) as a last second fill in is really paying off!”

Sirius' eyes narrowed, grunting in frustration as he hit another bludger your way. Regulus' head turned at the sound of the crack of the bat and signaled over to one of your Beaters, who tossed the bat his way just in time for the Slytherin to send the ball flying back towards his brother. Sirius cursed under his breath, rolling to the right and spinning out of control for a moment before reorienting himself.

“Hooch, what gives!” he shouted, “penalize them!”

“Fair play under protection,” Hooch denied him, “you've been taking headshots, Black. Be grateful I'm not docking you.”

Sirius grumbled a few choice words under his breath before flying back into the fray.

“Thanks for that!” you called over to Regulus.

“Don't mention it,” the boy said, his expression still fairly neutral save for the slight smirk on his face. How the hell was he so calm during this game anyways?

You continued to work with Regulus throughout the match; you'd found a system that worked, and your captain told you to roll with it. Pass after pass you intercepted and scored, mainly targeting Potter not just because Vanity had told you to, but because it brought you a considerable amount of personal enjoyment.

That's when you saw it— a tiny, nearly imperceptible flash of gold that whizzed by your peripheral vision. Neither of the Seekers had caught sight of it yet, but you watched as it zoomed low towards the ground, hovering just beneath one of the crowd stands.

“Oi, Talkalot!” you shouted over the crowd at your Seeker, “Dive low at Hippogriff, now!”

You'd only had a few hours to look over the strategies that Vanity laid out for you, but you knew the Slytherin team had come up with code words for each quadrant of the Quiditch pitch so you could alert your Seeker if you saw the snitch without the other team knowing where it was. You hoped to Merlin you'd gotten the code right, and you exhaled in relief as Talkalot zoomed past you, taking a sharp dive straight down.

“Nice eye, (L/n)!” she shouted over her shoulder, her voice trailing off as she went after the snitch at top speed.

Sirius' eyes widened as he saw the sporadic move from your Seeker. That could only mean one thing.

“Halls, they've got eyes on the snitch!” he shouted to his team captain who cursed under his breath, taking off in Talkalot's direction, but her lead was too great.

“She's got it!” Kingston hollered into the mic, “Lucinda Talkalot has caught the golden snitch, scoring 150 points for Slytherin! Our score comes out 50 Gryffindor to 230 Slytherin, and this match is over!”

“Slytherin wins!” Madame Hooch proclaimed from her broom.

Everyone in the emerald stands cheered so loudly you thought their tents would topple. You couldn't believe the amount of adrenaline coursing through your body in that moment. It was a complete sensory overload as you were bombarded by the Slytherin team, mostly comprised of people you hardly even knew, and thrown on top of their shoulders and they cheered for you.

“What a game, (L/n)! I never knew you could play!”

“Where the hell have you been all this time, eh?”

“You better try out next year or you're dead!”

You laughed at the last comment from Vanity, people buzzing around you as soon as you were set down. You broke away from the congratulatory comments and pats on the back, however, as you spotted James across the field. You couldn't help but rub this in his face a little.

“Why so blue, Potter?” you grinned as you bounded over to him, “what was that about me 'finding another game to lose'?”

For once, James had no clever comeback, and his face flushed as you laughed at his expression.

“I do believe that leaves us 11-10,” you said cheekily, doing an overly exaggerated bow before tossing your broom from your left hand to your right and stalking off.

“Not for long,” James said to himself once you were out of earshot, equal parts impressed and supremely annoyed. It was time for him to pay another visit to Zonko's. He'd show you blue all right. . .

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“After that year I tried out for a permanent position as Seeker,” you said, “your father and I concluded our prank war, Sirius and I put aside our differences, Lupin vouched for my involvement with the map, and the rest is history.”

“I seriously can't believe you became such close friends only two years later,” Harry said, shaking his head in bewilderment.

“Neither could we,” you said, “it was just a series of chance encounters that we learned we were more similar than we thought. I really do believe that friendship can come from anywhere, Harry. Even more so when you least expect it. So if there's anyone around you that you think you might never get along with, I'd say it's worth it to give them a chance.”

Harry paused at your words. There were more than a few people who came to mind.

You turned to the next page, which was a spread of you and the rest of the Marauders in more casual settings. One could clearly tell you had taken them of each other, if the shaky camera movement and blurry rendering were anything to go off of.

You smiled to yourself as you saw a photo of you and Remus asleep in the Hogwarts library, lightly leaning against each other with your eyes peacefully closed. Suddenly the camera flash jolted through the photograph, and you two bolted upright. You glared at the person taking the photo and reached out to smack the camera away, the picture going blurry for a moment before resetting. Harry laughed at the brief repeating scene, as did you.

“Your father took this one,” you huffed, “because of course he did.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 1977 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You rested your head in your palm as you transcribed a few spells into your notebook. The lantern in front of you gave you just enough light to read the elaborate Latin, as the sun had long since set. Your eyelids felt annoyingly heavy, attempting to close on their own as you fought against them to stay awake.

“How are you holding up?” Remus asked with a slight grin, catching you jump awake at his remark.

You and Remus had gotten permission from Madame Pince to use the library after hours to study; after all, you two were outstanding students. If James and Sirius had made the request, they wouldn't have gotten so positive a reaction.

“I've been more awake in my life, but I really need to get this done tonight,” you sighed, “NEWTS start next week and I have to be ready.” You stared up at the boy who was looking at you with obvious concern. “I'm fine, Moony. And I don't want to keep you here, so whenever you want to head off to bed, feel free to.”

“It's no trouble,” he said, “I'll walk you back to your common room, at least. At this rate you'll fall asleep in the middle of the hall for Filch to find you.”

You gave him a light but well-meant glare, groaning as you turned your tired eyes back to the parchment in front of you.

“Why the sudden all-nighters anyways?” Lupin asked, “I thought you'd be plenty prepared.”

“My Charms marks haven't exactly been the best lately,” you admitted, “that's kind of important if I want to become an auror, Remus.”

“Really?” the lycanthrope said, surprised, “but you're always in the know on some spell or another I've never even heard of. You've even made some of your own, right?”

“Yes, but the Ministry wants people who can conjure a corporeal patronus, not someone who made up a spell that makes antlers grow on someone's head to make a very specific joke.”

“Well, I thought it was impressive,” Remus laughed, thinking back to James asking him 'why does my head feel so heavy?' “but I see what you're saying,” Remus continued, “Have you thought about Dumbledore's proposal? Joining the cause might call for some more specialized tasks that would fit you well.”

“Right,” you bit your lip, “I just. . . I don't know. It's a lot to take on. A big part of me is scared, Remus. I'm not like you guys. I can't just fearlessly leap into a battle without any second thoughts. James and Sirius gave their answers so quickly and. . . I couldn't say for sure right away like they could. Honestly, I was terrified, and I still feel guilty because of it.”

“Fear is wisdom in the face of danger, (Y/n),” Remus said, “It's nothing to be ashamed of. No one is forcing you to make this decision right away, nor are they requiring you do it alone. There's a war going on out there, (Y/n). No one would blame you for not diving into it headfirst.”

“Always the quoter of muggle proverbs,” you chuckled lightly, “thank you, Remus. Really.”

A quiet yawn snuck into the back of your throat, and you stretched out of your chair to try to get feeling back into your body.

“Maybe I should turn in soon,” you said, your voice already groggy, “just a few more transcriptions. . .”

Remus stayed by your side as you continued to work diligently, and he found himself smiling at your innate stubbornness. It was something he greatly admired about you; when you decided on something you stuck to it no matter what, sometimes to a fault. You fought to keep your eyes open, even as your head began to slope and your handwriting gradually became slower.

Lupin was beginning to tire himself, which surprised him. He was naturally nocturnal, after all, and usually had no issue staying up to the early hours of the morning. But the quiet scratch of your quill against the parchment, the occasional sound of a page turning, and the smell of your shampoo that wafted with the motion, all lulled him into a sense of ease that was much too easy to doze off to.

Just when he thought he might fall asleep, he almost jumped out of his skin as he felt a soft pressure on his shoulder. He looked to the side to see you sleeping peacefully, your head having slipped from your palm and onto the soft fabric of his sweater. His face flushed a deep red, and he thanked Merlin you were sound asleep. He was caught in between embarrassment and slight panic as he instinctualy wanted to wake you but also ensure you actually got to sleep tonight.

He meant to wake you, he really had, but his mind and body betrayed him, and without even knowing when, his eyes fluttered closed and he drifted off into quite possibly the best sleep he'd had in weeks.

The flash of the magical camera was blinding, even through your closed eyelids. White spots danced in your vision as you groaned, shielding your face from the camera.

“MORNING, LOVEBIRDS!”

Remus jolted awake, remembering last night's events in an instant and banging his head on the bookshelf beside him in an attempt to put some distance between you two.

James was stood there, camera in hand and doubled over in laughter.

“Prongs, you better start running before I skin you and turn you into a pair of shoes,” you growled.

“How is it that I always catch you two sleeping together?” James chortled, completely ignoring your statement, “Can't be long till you get it on to the other sense of the phrase.”

And that's when you lunged at him. Too bad he didn't take your advice for a head start.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“That twat,” you said fondly, a statement that about summed up your and James' friendship.

Harry found himself smiling as you recounted your memories with his father. It made him feel that much more grateful for what he shared with Ron and Hermione.

“Oh, Merlin,” you laughed as you saw the next picture. You, Remus, Sirius, Peter, Lily, and James were standing side by side, Slughorn smiling in the middle of all of you. “This was the first and last Slug Club party that we ever attended all together,” you said, “Like I mentioned, Lily and I had always gone, and—”

You caught yourself.

And Severus would pretend to be reluctant tagging along, you finished in your mind. After what happened he stopped attending the parties.

You cleared your throat.

“Ahem, well, we'd always gone together as friends but none of the boys ever went with us,” you said, “It was our last year, and Lily finally convinced James to tag along, because by then they were together and he was contractually obligated to do so. I talked Sirius into coming because Slughorn had been trying to get him to come for years, and I made Remus my plus one. So for the first time ever, we were all at the party.”

“So it was the last party of the year?” Harry asked.

“Um, well, no,” you laughed, “it was the last party we were invited to. Let's just say your godfather thought it would be funny to enchant the ice sculptures to chase Lucius Malfoy around the dance floor. I'll admit, watching that stupid blonde ninny run screaming from a rapidly melting octopus to the tune of a classical string quartet was pretty entertaining, though Slughorn obviously felt otherwise.”

Harry chuckled, clearly seeing the spark of mischief in Sirius' eyes, even through a photo. As Harry's gaze drifted across the page, he noticed an empty space near the corner of the book. A discolored square remained where a photo should have been, the caption reading 'Christmas, 1976.' As he saw the way you ran your fingers lightly across the page, he decided against asking you what used to be there. He instead turned his attention to the next photograph, which was one taken in an all too familiar setting.

“Hold on,” Harry said, pointing to the picture, “that's the Gryffindor common room!”

“Sure is,” you grinned, “that secret passage from the dungeons to Gryffindor tower went from being used purely for pranking purposes to a way for us to actually hang out together at night.”

You stared down at the photograph fondly. You all looked so much older than the first pictures. You and James were lounging on the couch, not bothering to hide the overly full glasses of firewhiskey in your hands. Sirius and Remus were sitting on pillows on the floor, caught in the middle of a fit of laughter before all four of you turned to the camera which flashed. A pang of hurt and anger hit you square in the chest as it did. Peter had been the one taking the photo.

“I remember this day,” you said, an expression Harry couldn't quite figure out on your face, “it was the night before graduation. Our last night at Hogwarts. . .”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 1978 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A giggle rose in your throat as you took yet another drink of firewhiskey with James and Sirius, something that Remus insisted you were going to regret come morning.

“Oh, don't be suck a stickler, Moony,” Sirius guffawed, “tonight's the night! This time tomorrow we'll be packing up camp and heading out into the great unknown.” He made an expansive gesture with his hand that was cut off promptly by James smacking him upside the head.

“I'll brew a pepperup potion tomorrow if anyone really needs it,” you assured Remus.

“Not really the point, (Y/n),” he rolled his eyes.

As you leaned back to look at the four of them, all grinning like idiots and laughing, you felt a strange sense of sadness come over you. This was your last night at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the place you had spent most of your life and where you had met the people you could no longer imagine that life without. As the reality of that fact sunk in, you grew quiet.

“Everything's going to be different after tomorrow, isn't it?” you said.

The boys looked surprised at your sudden and intense declaration, and James was the first to break the tension you'd created.

“Aww, Fangs is getting all sentimental,” he grinned, slinging an arm over your shoulder.

“I will toss you out this window, Prongs.”

He laughed, poking you in the cheek, his smile only widening as you huffed in annoyance.

“It won't be different,” he promised, more serious but with that smile ever present on his face, “we'll still be friends. We'll still be a pack. And besides, after we graduate we could go. . . well, anywhere together! Just think, the five greatest heroes Hogwarts has ever seen, going on top secret missions from Dumbledore, saving the world!”

“It'll be dangerous, James,” you said, “there's a war going on, remember?”

“What war could ever break us up, huh?” he said reassuringly. You felt your heart swell at the remark. “And besides, you're gonna have to see me next year for the wedding anyways! Lily wanted it sometime in Spring.”

“. . .”

“WEDDING?!” you, Sirius, Remus, and Peter screeched, practically in unison as if it had been planned and rehearsed. Chaos erupted in the room, and you couldn't care less if you woke everyone in Gryffindor tower.

“You sly git, when were you gonna tell us?!” Sirius whacked his friend over the head with the map.

“I just did!” James said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head, “And ow, Merlin, Pads. . .”

“You hit me first!”

“I can't believe you just dropped that on us,” you said, “Lily actually agreed to this?”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” James huffed.

“Hey, I'm just saying you tend to drift off into fantasy land when it comes to her,” you said, putting your hands up in mock surrender, “I was just making sure this was rooted in reality.”

Remus laughed at that, lifting the needle on his record gently.

“They have a point,” he chuckled.

“Yes, I actually proposed, and yes she actually agreed,” James said, a lovesick smile on his face, “I wanted to get married pretty soon after we graduated, and she had no problem with that. She said she'd want to start a family—”

“Oh GOD,” Sirius said, drunken horror on his face.

“An actual nightmare,” you joined in playfully, “imagine another one of you running around. Even Lily's DNA couldn't balance that out.”

“Alright, that's it,” James said, “you're not gonna be godparents anymore.”

“I'd be terrible at that anyways,” Sirius chortled.

“I disagree,” James said earnestly, and the comment struck Sirius completely off guard. He chocked up the welling tears in his eyes to the alcohol, taking another sip to mask it.

“You're going soft, Prongsy,” he grumbled.

“Look who's talking, tough guy,” James laughed, clapping his best friend on the shoulder.

“We should take a picture,” Peter suggested quietly, turning red when everyone stopped what they were doing to face him, “I-I mean, since (Y/n) was worried about things changing, and we're all graduating, a-and who knows when—”

“Good thinking Wormtail,” James beamed, pulling you closer and leaning down towards Sirius and Remus so you could all be in the frame.

Peter was looking down at his shoes, fidgeting with his wand.

“Peter, you don't wanna get in the picture?” you asked.

The large framed boy jumped at your voice, looking nervously between the people he had come to know as his friends. There was an oddly fearful look in his eyes that left as soon as it came— a look you wouldn't understand until years later.

“N-no, that's alright,” he said.

And that was one of the last peaceful days of your life you could recall.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“I haven't even thought about these in the longest time,” you said, staring at the faded photos, “it's crazy to look back on them. It feels both like yesterday and a hundred years ago.”

The next page immediately summoned a lump in your throat.

“This was their wedding,” you said, fighting to keep your voice level, “the year after we graduated.”

Harry looked down at the dozens of photos of the ceremony and party that took place after; James at the altar in his burgundy and gold embroidered suit, and Lily walking down the isle with a bouquet full of the flowers that shared her name. Remus raising a champagne flute to the large crowd of guests as he made a heartfelt speech. You and Sirius dancing under the floating lanterns made to mimic the Hogwarts ceiling.

“Your father never was one for subtlety,” you laughed lightly, “he wanted the ceremony to be as extravagant as possible. He pulled out all the stops. . . and then, the very next year, they announced that they were going to have you.”

You looked up at Harry, and the resemblance he shared with two of your closest late friends conjured feelings of happiness, love, and deep, cutting sadness all at the same time.

Your fingers moved to turn the page, wanting to move on to something else, but you froze as you saw the edge of the next one. So much for that plan.

“I think that's enough for now,” you said quickly, smoothing the page back down, “the others will be arriving soon for the meeting, you best get washed up.”

Harry was curious, of course, but he nodded, not wanting to press for anything else as he reluctantly headed back upstairs.

When you were left alone with the photo book you sighed, bringing yourself to turn the page to see a picture of you and Severus. You were beaming at the camera, proudly holding out your perfectly brewed Draught of Living Death, the photo having been taken by Slughorn to put up on his famous wall. One of your arms held the cauldron haphazardly, the other slung around Severus' shoulders. He certainly wasn't displaying your level of enthusiasm, but a small smile graced his expression, allowing his lips to fully curve upwards, which was as close to 'beaming' as he ever got. He looked so much younger— less burdened.

Right next to that photo was an older one from 1973. It was one you had taken from the top of the oak tree, with Severus and Lily looking up at you. You knew he'd be here soon, and you knew you should talk to him, but you found yourself stuck back in the cycle of doubting every opening spiel you came up with.

You groaned in frustration, snapping the book shut and resting your forehead on the table as stress flooded your being. You refused to live in this perpetual state of dwelling on what happened. You were ready to talk, you just had to take the first step.

Chapter 9 coming soon!

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Piercings. 5+1 ficlet, but with piercings. I have a problem.

Ian thought he knew pretty much everything about his husband. He knew him, inside and fucking out.

How could he not? Ian's pretty much been with him for a better part of his life, and they've had enough late-night talks to share all their demons with each other, however hard it may have been. They knew each other.

There was no doubt about it.

But, well. Ian should have known Mickey kept secrets.

He also should've known that one of those secrets was bound to put him in the grave one day with the inscription on his tombstone saying that he died from horniness.

Because one of these days, he would. There was no doubt about it.

It wasn't the most conventional way to go, but Ian didn't mind it.

Because, holy fuck, Mickey just admitted he used to have his ears pierced.

"Sorry," Ian balked at his husband who was standing in the bathroom, eyeing himself in the mirror, a pair of black studs in his right hand. "Did you just say you had your ears pierced?"

"I probably still do." Mickey grabs an earring and places it against the healed-up hole that is so faint, Ian needed to come impossibly closer to see it. Mickey had pointed it out to him after he initially said he was getting his ears pierced again. Right after Ian was left with his mouth wide open, staring widely at him, not trusting he heard him right. "And if not, I'm just gonna reopen them."

How did Ian never notice it? How did he never see Mickey, the love of his life, with earrings in his ears? With little patched-up spots of skin that were so plainly visible to the eye, now that he really looked at it.

Mickey grimaced as he pressed the needle against the hole, pushing and prodding against the uncooperative entrance. He eyed Ian in the mirror, eyes narrowing. "What are you staring at?"

Ian was stunned speechless. Of course he was. Of fucking course Mickey was about to bust out some crazy thing two years into their marriage that would make Ian finally break. Like having his ears pierced, making every single yet-undiscovered fantasy come to life.

He couldn't help but imagine Mickey with a nose ring, now. Tongue piercing. Eyebrow piercing.

Nipples.

Holy fuck.

Blood was rushing straight to his dick, and goddamn it, this was it. Ian was about to die.

Because holy fuck, the earring went through.

So did the other one.

And now, Ian was staring at Mickey, who was sporting black studs in his ears. Two dark diamonds that were obviously fake but could've not been, because this wasn't Mickey anymore. This wasn't the Mickey who rolled his eyes at anything gay—except getting pounded, obviously.

No—this was Mickey with earrings.

Ian's mouth was dry. It was dry as Mickey turned away from the mirror to face him. He stood in front of him, a determined look on his face as if waiting for Ian to call him out. Him, in all his fucking glory.

"Did you, uh," Ian finally stammered out. "sterilize the needles? I don't want you to get an infection."

"That really all you gotta say?"

Ian swallowed. "How come I never saw you with," He pointed at Mickey's ears, unable to even say the word. "those?"

"I was really young. I got 'em pierced when Mandy did. Took them out fairly soon, 'cus, you know." He shrugged, feigning nonchalance.

Ian knew.

He gripped Mickey by the shoulders pulling him closer. His eyes were on Ian's, but Ian's were on the earrings, and Ian never really knew he had a kink for jewelry.

Well, there was the wedding ring, but fuck, this had nothing to do with their relationship, and yet Ian was still sporting a raging hard-on Mickey had yet to notice.

"I love them." He said truthfully, mentally noting to get Mickey real studs once he got the chance. Not the cheap grocery-store ones, but actual diamonds that he wouldn't mind spending money on. Not when they would look so good on his husband.

Mickey blushed, pushing Ian away immediately, not getting away far, arms practically out so Ian could pull him back in. And he did, squeezing him tightly against his chest, careful not to place too much pressure on the newly-reopened piercings.

Mickey mumbled something against Ian's shirt, incoherent.

"What? I didn't hear you"

"I love you."

Ian smiled. Pulled Mickey away so he could stare into his eyes.

"You know you gotta let me fuck you with those on. Pretty sure it will be the best orgasm of my life."

Mickey only smirked, eyes lighting up immediately at the suggestion. He looks fucking amazing, Ian thought.

"Lead the way, hotshot."

Ian was right. With the earrings and the smugness—

It took him less than a minute.

When Ian saw the photo, he was pretty sure he was going to die.

No, not pretty sure. One-hundred percent sure. Death was awaiting him now, ready to pull him in. He was already feeling faint, ready to just slip away into unconsciousness. He was going to die, for sure.

Or maybe it was just the loss of all the blood that was heading way down south that was making him feel this way, because holy shit.

Holy shit.

When Mickey took the earrings out after a few days of usage, claiming how they sucked, Ian thought that was it. Mickey was never going to do anything that reminded him of being gay ever again. He had probably been embarrassed and wanted to take them out, and Ian was feeling at such loss when he saw his ears vacant that he was ready to throw hands.

But, oh God.

Ian was now staring at a picture of Mickey—a picture he posted on goddamn Instagram for everybody to see—and it was him.

Him with a fucking nose piercing.

Ian checked the comments first. It would've probably been saner to call his husband and ask if he actually got a nose piercing and if he was ready to be a widow because Ian won't be lasting much longer, but there were a bunch of comments on the photo, and fuck if Ian wasn't going to leaf through them all. This could be a joke for all he knew.

Some sick joke to get Ian's hopes up, just to get them crushed down until he never had any hopes in life ever again.

Mickey with a nose piercing. Mickey with a nose piercing.

Carl said it looked 'fuckin' sick'. Lip was putting 😲 emojis all throughout the chat, sometimes even adding the 😏 one, probably a reference to Ian (at least Ian hoped it was). The other comments were just about how good Mickey look, which was really no surprise, but holy shit, did that mean this was real?

Mickey was out running some errand. Said he had some shit he needed to. That sneaky bastard. Ian didn't care if he was in the middle of the goddamn line at the Costco aisle or in the middle of a drug run.

He facetimed him.

When Mickey's face came into view, the nose ring present and very much real, Ian was lost for words. Mickey was biting his lip to keep from smiling and once he noticed Ian was just going to continue and stare, he scoffed.

"Man, it's just a piercing."

"No," Ian said. "This is much more than 'just a piercing'."

Mickey chuckled. "Well, I figured since I didn't really like the earrings, I could do this. It felt right."

This was the Mickey Ian knew and loved. The Mickey who wanted to try new things, get to know his own style. Mickey, who was finally confident enough in himself, and hopefully comfortable in their marriage, that he didn't even consider this a big deal. Ian was filled to the brim with emotions, and he was ready to explode.

"You need to come home now."

They met each other's eyes through the screen, blue glimmering in mischief. Mickey smiled. "Why?"

"Because."

"This piercing shit really gets you going, huh, Gallagher?"

It did.

It really did.

"If you're not home in ten minutes, I'll get the whip. So better be fucking home." With that he hung up, getting up to ready the supplies.

Mickey was home in eleven.

Ian knew it was fucking intentional.

Ian might've been getting used to the fucking hotness that Mickey Milkovich with a nostril piercing was, but that didn't mean others were.

In the end, it probably didn't even matter that Ian was one million percent down for any types of piercings Mickey wants to get—he might have even been pushing him for a nipple piercing, but the why of it was for another time—what would eventually decide whether or not the earring stayed in was the reactions of somebody other than Ian.

It was unfair, really, that others would be able to affect Mickey's decision to finally do whatever the fuck he wanted to do, despite his ever-growing confidence. Still, Ian had a way of making sure that nobody made him feel shitty for doing something he wanted to do. Something for himself, without fearing the judgment of others like he had his entire life.

He was an arsonist, for fuck's sake. Let them try and eye his husband the wrong way.

Ian perhaps expected it from old, batty women at the grocery store who didn't have a clue what century they were in or Karens who were homophobic pieces of shit—but he never would be guessed it would be his own family poking fun at something that probably took guts to do. Because it took guts to actually get something like a nose piercing if you were a Milkovich with a past of growing up in a homophobic household.

"So, uh, you gone full gay now, Mickey?"

"Watch out, Ian, I think he might out-twink you."

"You look like Sandy now. Don't be surprised if I jump you."

"I think you look cool, Mickey."

"Uncle Mickey, what's that in your nose? Can I have one?"

Mickey didn't seem to really care about the Gallaghers' opinions. It was mostly just him flipping Lip off at the twink comment and winking at Franny for that last one. Ian, on the other hand.

Ian was the one who was getting fucking offended.

What if Mickey decided that all the teasing and sideways glances aren't worth it and he takes the nose ring out? What if Ian's deprived of sexy, liberated Mickey because of assholes like his own siblings?

It didn't matter how selfish it sounded. There was no way in hell Mickey was ever going to feel conflicted over something he didn't need to feel conflicted about.

So, the second Mickey was out of the room, and the Gallaghers were still unrelenting at the teasing, Ian knew what he had to do.

"Okay, that's enough," He said simply after the eight-hundredth joke about how the ring looked like a booger in his nose—what the actual fuck, Lip?—his voice stern.

"Come on," Lip said, despite the others clearly relenting, palms going up with sheepish expressions on their faces. "We're just joking."

"Well, enough jokes. You could be more like Liam. Tell him he looks good."

Lip snorted. "And why would I do that?"

"Because I asked you to?"

"He knows it's all jokes. He doesn't even care."

"I do." Ian narrowed his eyes. "I care whether or not he feels like he's done the wrong thing because you won't shut the fuck up after the joke's not even funny anymore."

That was what made the smile on Lip's face thin. He lowered his head sightly, as of bowing it down in shame. Ian knew he had finally caught on. Finally understood that, sometimes, even jokes could hurt people's fucking feelings.

Maybe Mickey wasn't at all touched by this. Maybe he really didn't give a shit about what Lip or some old-ass grandma at the store thought. Maybe it was only Ian who gave a shit.

But fuck it, he could give enough shit for the both of them.

If it meant Mickey would always feel comfortable in his own skin, then fuck yes he could.

"Okay," Lip said simply, and Ian smiled at him, thankful.

And when Mickey reappeared with a slight frown on his face and a, "what, no more jokes?" followed by a wide smile, Ian knew he had done the right thing.

Because Mickey looked good.

And the ring stayed on.

"What is it with you and the goddamn nipple rings?"

Ian bit at his lip. Okay, he may have gone a little overboard. With all the research and the reference photos and all the places you could get one... But fuck, he had a fantasy, and he needed to see it come true.

Mickey with nipple rings.

Come the fuck on.

"Babe, listen," Ian started, moving so he was positioned against the headboard of their bed. It was almost midnight—what better time to lay it down on Mickey that he would look really fucking good with piercings in his nipples and that it would be Ian's dream come true. "They'd look so good."

"Then why don't you get them?"

Ian made an incredulous face. "Because they wouldn't look good on me. They would look good on you."

Mickey swiped at his nose, diverting Ian's attention once more to the perfection that was his black nose ring. How could Ian not see all the possibilities with multiple piercings when Mickey looked like that with just one?

"Come on," He said again, the image in his head even more vivid than before. "I googled it. It doesn't even hurt that much."

"I have a feeling like that is a very obvious lie."

Ian rolled his eyes. Okay, maybe it was.

He pushed himself back down onto the comforter, shifting so he could have access to Mickey's chest. He trailed a finger from his neck, then slowly down so it rest in between his nipples, laying out his palm so it could feel the beating of Mickey's heart.

"Imagine the sex," He whispered, trying out a new technique. Seduction. It had to work.

"Probably not until it's healed up and stops hurting," Mickey scoffed. "Also, I really don't think I'd like it. I'd look like a bull."

"You'd look like a very sexy bull. Oh, by the way, septum piercing." Ian wiggled his eyebrows. "Don't you see it? Don't you think it'd look awesome?"

Mickey looked like he was on the verge of either laughing or punching Ian straight in the dick. "I think," He began. "that I've created a monster."

"A monster who is extremely horny for your ass."

"Why do you have to have a kink for this? Ian, out of all the things. Just look up porn with a bunch of jewelry on the guys if you need to get off."

Ian frowned at the imagery. "It's not the jewelry, Mick. I've had hookups who wore a shit-ton of jewelry and it never made me all hot and bothered."

Mickey smiled at the hot and bothered part. "Dork. Then what is it?"

"Well, fucking obviously it's you."

Mickey's face lit up. "It's me?"

"Ugh, Mickey, we've been together for a while. Don't make me feel shy over this."

The exasperation made Ian's cheeks pink. Suddenly, Mickey was leaning in and pressing his lips to the heat, smiling all the way through it.

When he pulled away, there was a wide grin stretched across his face. Ian was a sucker for that grin. That grin was everything he needed in life. Nothing more.

"I won't get a nipple piercing."

Sadness. All Ian felt was sadness.

"But maybe we can check out other options." It was Mickey's turn to wiggle his eyebrows. "Tongue piercing float your boat too?"

Happiness. All Ian felt was happiness.

Eyebrow piercing. It ended up being an eyebrow piercing.

And God. Ian was done. He was completely done with everything. This was it. This was all he ever needed to see in life. Now, he could die peacefully.

He was married to the hottest man alive. Ian could pride himself in that fact. Mickey truly was the hottest person Ian had ever laid eyes on.

Especially now that he had a nose and eyebrow piercing at the same fucking time.

Ian knew there would never be another man to get his attention again. Never anybody else to make Ian feel like he need to avert his gaze. Not when all eyes went to the Mickey with the hot body, amazing ass, great face, and perfect piercings.

"Maybe you should get some piercings, too," Mickey said as they sat together at the table, munching on cereal. "I mean, if you act this way over my shit, who knows how I'll act over yours."

Ian smiled. "I can't pull anything off like you can."

"Bullshit. You're hot as fuck."

Ian's cheeks pinked. "Shut up."

"No seriously," Mickey said as he got up to get more coffee. "Hottest guy I know."

Ian licked his lips, slowly running his eyes down his husband's body. "Well then, guess we both got lucky."

Mickey smiled and the piercings come into view again.

Ian really was a complete goner.

+ 1

"No," Mickey said once he saw Ian come into view. "No. No. No."

Ian grinned widely, tilting his chin slightly so he could showcase the tiny diamond—actual diamond—studs in his ears. "You like it?"

Mickey knew then that this was what heaven felt like.

He barely stopped himself from tackling Ian onto the floor.

Oh, who the fuck is he kidding.

He didn't stop shit.

#gallavich #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #ian and mickey #shameless #shameless us #fanfic #PIERCINGS #piercings #5+1 things #:)))))))))#i said i had more #i wasn't lying #*ficlet

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— love, you can’t run away from me forever.

PAIRING: soulmate! suna rintarou x reader

GENRE: smut, soulmate au but make it dark

WORDCOUNT: 5.5k

SUMMARY: growing up in a world filled with soulmates was magical but with news about people going crazy and killing people for their “love” made suna repulsive to the idea of soulmates though when you came along, he finally understood why those people did it.

WARNING: dark content, smut, noncon, manipulative tendencies, cussing/cursing, creepy! and delulu! suna, mean! reader, masturbation (male), photos and audio recording taken w/o consent, kidnapping, oral sex (fem receiving), bdsm, sadistic! suna, dom! suna, violence, abuse, blood, suna is a dick, reader who tries to fight back

AUTHOR’S NOTE: another one cus why not! you guys seemed to liked my first dark fic so here’s another one! <3 might be bad idk prob cus of my writing HAHAHHA also, suna just being a creepy and psychopathic aquarius. DO NOT INTERACT/READ IF YOU ARE A MINOR OR DON’T LIKE THIS TYPE OF CONTENT.

REMINDER: this is not love and i do not condone this type of behavior. do not romanticize this, this is fiction and in no way am i telling people this is okay. if you don’t like content like this, please click away or block the tag tw.darkcontent

‘the world is fucked up,’ suna thought, looking at his phone as he saw all types of news about people killing and committing all types of felonies to prove that their love for their soulmates were real.

the stoic male grimaced at one news he came upon when he scrolled up, a young man killed his family and friends because “he doesn’t need anyone else beside his soulmate”. now that was fucked up. suna never thought he'd lose faith in humanity even more with each passing day. it was actually impressive with how fucking stupid and delusional people get when the topic of soulmates come up.

gold eyes narrowed at the inked skin of his wrist. “(l/n) (y/n)” or whoever that is better not mind never having a soulmate because there’s no way in hell suna’s going to be all lovey-dovey and accept the soulmate bullshit.

he thinks that soulmates are a scam. it was a hoax to make people do stupid shit and suna will not tolerate that type of bull. if he’s gonna end up with someone, it’ll be because he likes them not because of ‘fate’ or whatever decided it for him.

he will never conform to society and its standards.

“suna! what’s with the ugly face?” atsumu snickered, plopping down on the seat beside suna making the taller male groan.

“oh fuck off, atsumu. i’m not in the mood for your bullshit”

“when have you ever been in a mood for bullshit?”

suna raised a brow and hummed, “good point”

atsumu shook his head and turned to the counter where his brother was standing behind. “’samu! i want 3 tuna onigiris!”

osamu glared at his brother and scowled, “get it yourself, lazy ass”

“i’m paying you!” atsumu whined like the little brat he is but osamu ignored him and tended to the other customers in his shop. suna groaned at the noise, “for fuck’s sake, tsumu. shut up. your voice is so annoying”

atsumu glared at the man and punched his shoulder, making suna winced and scowled at his former teammate from highschool. the older miya twin huffed and ignored his words, continuing what he was about to say before suna insulted him, “anyway! what i was trying to say earlier was that people around us are finding their soulmates while i’m stuck with you bums! how is that fair?!”

suna groaned, annoyed, at the same old topic of soulmates. “soulmates are overrated. it’s a scam. you’re lucky you haven’t met yours yet if anything.”

the setter scoffed at suna’s old same line of bitterness towards the topic of soulmates, “what’s with you, anyway? what’s with the bitterness towards soulmates?”

“it’s bullshit, is all” suna replied easily, not bothered nor giving a shit. atsumu smirked and threw an arm over the male’s shoulder, “one day, you’ll meet your soulmate and everything’s gonna change.”

“did you just curse me or?”

“I don't know, did i?”

oh for fuck’s sake. atsumu really did cursed him. suna stared in awe, uncharacteristically so, at you while you glared at him. you clicked your tongue when his gaze was still as dazed and lovesick since you two have met.

“fuck off, rintarou! i told you i don’t want any soulmate bullshit!”

suna chuckled with a small blush on his cheeks, “i love it when you call me, rintarou--”

“because that’s your name, stupid! you know what, i’m not even gonna bother. and for the last time, stop following me!” you growled, stomping off to get away from your creep of a soulmate but the man didn’t mind your words. it was quite amusing to him to be honest.

you’re so cute and small and so angry at the world that it’s so endearing to him. with every glare you give him, it sends pleasant shivers down his spine. ah, so this is what it felt to be with your soulmate. it’s addicting. you two could rule the world together if you want to.

“love, you can’t run away from me forever. i’m your soulmate”

you groaned at the persistent male, “i don’t want you as a soulmate! why can’t you understand that?!”

suna stopped following you after your harsh words. you also stopped, your anger subsiding a bit when you realized what you said and all of a sudden, there was a pain in your heart. you cursed at the soulmate bond that was not letting you reject your fate. guilt resurfaced in your gut when you looked at suna who’s staring at the ground, eyes hidden under his bangs.

“r-rintarou?.. look i’m sorry, okay. but i don’t really want any soulmate business in my life-...” you tried to explain but quickly cut your words off when suna started chuckling.

scared and terrified at the creepy laugh and unexpected action, you stepped back and looked at him with wide eyes. suna then looked up at you and smirked, the dark glint in his eyes gave you the creeps, his breath heavy as he panted like a dirty pervert! his eyes were so filled with emotions. lust, obsession, and ‘love’ but you don’t even know if you can call it ‘love’...

“did you feel that? it shows... no matter what you do. we’re connected.”

oh fuck no. this psycho is not worth it. you grimaced at his words and turned back around swiftly, walking faster to get away from him.

“fate will always bring us together, (y/n). the quicker you accept that, the easier life gets” you heard him shouted after you and it only made you quicken your actions, heart beating rapidly at what just happened.

suna smirked at your figure as it grew smaller and smaller. he figured he’d let you go for now. it’s not like you can hide from him. you can try but the ink on your skin will always remind you where you belong and that’s with him.

the tall male looked at his phone, the screen showing a picture of you sleeping. he traced your features through the phone with a loving sigh and quickly stuffed it back to his pocket. he whistled a small tune under his breath on his way back home, his thoughts filled with you.

suna walked inside his apartment, shrugging his shoulders to loosen the tight muscles. he groaned in annoyance when his shoes got stuck on his foot but quickly shook it off. the moment he was in his bedroom, he removed his shirt and plopped down on the bed, opening his phone again.

in his phone, there was a whole album of you. sleeping, eating, at the gym, when you were at the library. suna also opened one of the files in his phone as sounds of you breathing when you were sleeping echoed in the room.

a small moan escaped the phone, suna’s eyes shining slyly at the sound. oh how he wants to hear it in person. he wants to hear every lovely sound you can make. he wants to know everything about you.

what type of weather do you like? do you like cereal at night like him? do you have a special place for cats in your heart like he does? do you hate heat like him? and do you like getting fucked so hard the only thing you can do is scream?

suna sighed at the last thought as rapid images of what you would look like popped in his head. would you look pouty? would you cry? would you be quiet and shy? or would you moan like a bitch in heat?

the familiar twitch in his sweats made suna antsy. a hand drifted to his pants to palm himself through the cloth.

suna massaged his hardening cock through his pants, letting out sighs as he did so. your soft breathing from the phone was making him harder. he imagined you beside him, sleeping. looking so innocent and safe from all the vile things of the world. safe with him.

your plump lips curled into a small pout as your brows furrows while you dream then waking up, needy for him. suna groaned and swiftly tugged his sweats and boxers off him. he spat on his hand, hissing when he started stroking his thick cock. drifting to the sensitive head of his cock, he massaged it with the slick spit as it ooze out pre-cum.

he quickly coated his digits with the precum and slicked his twitching cock with it for the smooth friction he was craving. he panted at the feeling when he tightened his grip on his dick, trying to imagine your tight wet pussy instead.

“s-shit, baby... feels so good’“ he slurred, closing his eyes to focus on the feeling of the tight grip, stroking himself to a slow rhythm. in his mind, he can see your pretty face.

he can imagine you on top of him, rolling your hips slowly to not overstimulate yourself with his large cock inside of you. suna licked his lips, a small smirk appearing on his face as he imagined the cute little noises you made when you tried to fit him in you.

his thick cock hitting so deeply inside you but oh how you like it, you slut. you’d look so gorgeous, moaning on top of him, hands on his chest whilst you ride him.

“r-rintarou” he can hear your lewd voice calling out, your breath getting heavier with each stroke of his cock, dragging in your tight wet walls. your big doe eyes filled with tears as you look down at him, trying to get some help from him to fuck you good already.

he cursed when he felt a familiar band trying to snap in his lower stomach, his hand getting faster. wet slapping sounds echoed in the room along with your soft breathing on his phone. his violent and aggressive movements were getting him closer to his release.

this is how he wants it to be. him fucking you so violently making you cry, hands gripping you tight that your pretty skin would bloom with violets and blue.

he can already see it, how your tongue will roll out your pretty lips whilst you get fucked so hard that all you can do is lay and scream for him, your soulmate. your other half. you belong to him.

“ha-ah-!” suna groaned deeply when his release hit him, thick warm cum hit his clenching abs as the spiraling pleasure made him shiver. his hand pumping his dick fast to ride his orgasm, his chest heaving deep pants. the male gulped down, trying to wet his dry throat as he slowly calmed down. lazy yellow eyes stared up in the white ceiling of his bed.

he needs you. he wants to feel you. he wants to be with you. now.

you sighed as you walked home to your apartment, it has been a week since your crazy soulmate tried to bother you in accepting him and it was making you jumpy. his eyes just showed so much when you last saw him that it made you paranoid with every movement that was happening around you.

you entered your room, exhaling a deep breath of relief as you felt the warm air of your safe home. it was nice to be in your apartment again. no one to bother you. safe from the crazy man that suddenly stopped messing with you.

after shrugging off your coat, you enter your kitchen to get a glass of water. all the overthinking about the mess that fate got you into was making your head hurt. as you greedily gulped down the water to soothe your dry throat, a movement from the dark living room made you choke on it.

“shit” you cursed and looked at the wet floor. you put the glass down and looked at the dark living room, trying to catch any movement. you then quietly went to the knives beside you and grabbed one, walking cautiously through the room. you flickered the lights on, ready to strike if something attacked you, but as the lights went on, you sighed in relief when you saw no one.

you let your hand drop beside you, rolling your eyes at yourself at the paranoia. you cursed the man that did this. now you were overthinking stuff and seeing shadows.

when you were about to turn around, a large hand covered your mouth and tightly gripped your wrist that held the knife, making it clunk to the floor as you screamed but the hand muffled it.

“stop fuckin moving already.. you’re gonna just tire yourself” the familiar voice made your body stiff, your blood went cold. crying against his hand when you felt his lips touch your ear, teeth grazing it.

“you’re so pretty” he cooed, his voice heavy and slow. tears pricked your eyes as you struggled against his hold but the tall man was obviously stronger than you being an athlete. you tried to stomp on his feet but the man nudged you forward with his weight as you two tumbled into the couch.

you can feel the vibration of his chuckle as his chest was against your back. you heard him sigh and a small grind on your ass was enough to make you feel disgusted and dirty.

“i apologize for this next action, (y/n)” suna muttered beside your eyes and he leaned back, quickly turning you around. before you could even scream, pain blossomed on your cheek. your vision turned blurry at the impact, dizzy.

this motherfucker just punched you. you faced him again and spat the blood on his face, your lip busted as well. “f-fuck you!”

suna growled at your actions but quickly smirked, wiping away the bloody spit on his eye while he held you down.

“a tough one~ i like that” he whispered and you could feel a hard nudge on your inner thigh making you grimace. this man was fucked up... he just got hard from punching you and you fighting back-

suna smirking down at you was the last thing you remember then everything went dark.

the room was cold. and your limbs ached with each movement you did. you opened your eyes and panic hit you when you couldn’t see anything. you tried to call out but there was a gag on your mouth.

you cried through the gag, you cursed everything. you hate fate for getting you into this mess. you curse soulmates bonds, you were right. soulmates are a bunch of bullshit. just look at where that ended you up in. most importantly, you hate him. if you can, you’ll kill him on the spot.

the fucking psychopath. your soulmate.

you bit the cloth on your mouth as the binds on your eyes got wet from the tears that escaped from your eyes. your feelings were a mess and all you could feel is anger, shame, and dread.

“oh, you’re awake. that’s good. i thought i hit you harder than i intended to, thank god that you’re okay” you heard the familiar voice that you loathe. you growled through your gag but suna could only laugh at your pathetic attempt of dominance when you’re gagged, blindfolded, and tied to the bed.

“now now, no need for that. we want to get along, don’t we” he muttered, walking closer to you and sat on the bed, beside you.

you flinched when you felt his weight beside you and his hands caressed your cheek. you whimpered at the dull pain when he touches your cheek. this fucker touched where he punched you--

“that looked like it’ll bruise” you growled again at his words. you wanted to scream at him. hit him. make him feel the pain of what he did to you.

your fussing about stopped and you stiffened when you felt him shift on top of you, going in between your legs. you tried to close your legs but his hands were faster than you.

he maneuvered you like a doll he owns, fixing you into a position he liked. suna gazed at your tied-up body, his cock already starting to harden in his pants. he wants to touch you already.

his hand went up and tugged your blindfold as he smiled at your dazed look that changed to a mean one. suna chuckled at your spirit. it was making him excited.

“you’re too cute, love” he muttered, leaning closer to your neck and nuzzled into you, taking in your scent loudly making you flinch in dread.

“you smell so sweet,” he said against your neck, an unconscious shiver running up your body. suna smirked when he felt it and continued to nuzzle his face in your neck. his hands touching and groping your body while you growled through the gag but he barely even paid attention to it, too caught up at the feeling of finally touching you and being with you.

“i wanna taste you~” he whispered lewdly, looking deep into your eyes with a smirk. your eyes widened at his words and mustered up all the strength you had and hit his head against yours.

you were disoriented after it but it was worth it when you heard his curse as he leaned away. your forehead was red you were sure and it’ll bruise with how hard his head was.

“you bitch-!” your moment of victory was cut off when large hands wrapped around your neck, squeezing it. you choked, wriggling around to get away from suna but he leaned all his weight on top of you.

he glared down at you, watching with sick satisfaction when your eyes slowly fluttered close and your struggling gradually ceased. suna can snap your neck right now if he wants to. the power he has over you almost made him drool, his cock twitching excitedly in his pants.

he let your neck go, heart beating fast when he saw finger marks on your neck, the shape of his hands on your skin. he watched you cough and try to inhale air, desperately.

suna then grasped your chin in a tight hold and turned you to face him, making your dazed eyes look up at him, “do that again and i’ll make you bleed.”

he let your chin go harshly and climbed off you, going out of the room. you gulped and intake the precious air, looking at the door with fear and anger.

being with suna was an absolute nightmare. you don’t know how long it has been since the psycho kidnapped you and it was agitating. you fought back but suna liked it because it gave him the excuse to hurt you. you knew this but you just can’t give him the satisfaction he craved of you submitting to him.

your body was slumped into the bed whilst you cried as suna ate you out. his fingers pumping viciously in and out of you, tongue lapping on your swollen clit. he denied you 4 orgasms already and your body was so sensitive from it.

“just fucking accept this already!” suna growled against your pussy, the vibrations sending violent shivers in your body. you writhe and keened, your body in his mercy.

you shook your head, tears streaming down your red and bruised cheeks. your neck was decorated with purple and red, bite marks and fingerprints alike. your wrists red and raw from the rope he used on you constantly.

“n-no!”

suna rolled his eyes at your disobedience but let you be. he knows you’ll be his good girl sooner or later. he just has to try harder, he guesses.

he sucked on your clit messily, tonguing your wetness. his fingers caressing your walls as he hit your g-spot making you arch your back. suna smirked and continued his ministrations, ignoring your pleading to let you cum already.

he felt your walls clenching on his fingers as he stopped altogether making you cry in desperation. suna leaned on his feet, admiring the way your body tried to hump him to get the satisfaction of cumming.

your body is so beautiful. before it was pristine and void of any marks and flaws but now your skin was decorated with purple and red courtesy of his love for you.

“you really wanna do this, (y/n)? you rather be a bad girl than be my precious girl?” suna tried to reason with you, his tone was as if he was talking to a child. you scowled at him, “fuck you, asshole!”

suna’s eyes turned dark at it. one thing he can’t tolerate was you saying such crude and bad words. he raised his hand and slapped you, the force of it made you turn to the side as you gasped at the pain.

blood dripped from your nose. suna then grabbed your cheeks, squeezing. he glared down at you. “when will you learn... and here i thought you were smarter than that”

you cried at the pain of his grip on your face and the sting of his slap was still there as his fingers pressed down to the bruises you had on your face. he shook your head, growling, “what do you say when you do something wrong”

he continued to shake you, your aching limbs hurt at the violent movements. you whimpered and unconsciously replied, “i’m sorry-!”

suna stopped and removed his hands from you. you looked up at him with teary eyes and saw him smiling softly at you. his mood swings were scary. you don’t really know what type of suna you’ll get before it’s too late...

“atta girl...” he muttered and started to remove his pants. you panicked at his actions and tried to move away but the painful slap on your thigh was enough to make you stop.

“now, let me fuck you”

suna grabbed your ankle and pulled you down on the bed further, closer to him. he pumped his cock at the sight of you, so pretty and crying

“rintarou please-! d-don’t!” you cried, feeling so helpless and all your fire from earlier and the past days gone. the dark-haired male grinned at your sobbing and fussing about.

“tsk. be a good girl, (y/n). just accept it.” he leaned closer to you, whispering against your wobbly lips. his dark yellow eyes stared straight into yours, lust swirling around his orbs. your body shook in fear and a small cry leaving your swollen lips.

in one swift movement, suna entered you. he captured your lips, muffling your screams because of him suddenly entering you. the wet squishing noises were triggering your tears. you felt disgusted with yourself that you were enjoying the stretch and the feeling of being filled up by this psycho.

maybe in another world where you two have met differently. a perfect world where things weren’t complicated. if you two worked it out and things were different then maybe you’ve actually loved him and accepted him as your soulmate. but not in this world. not now.

you cried when suna started moving, hitting your g-spot with every thrust. your body arched on the bed, feeling the pleasure. suna panted above you, arms caging you and his muscles contracting with every movement he does.

suna cursed at the feeling, it felt so good. you feel so good. your wet and squishy walls sucking him so eagerly. the lewd sounds of your wetness and his constant thrusting was making him more excited.

he stopped for a moment, pulling out from your pussy to put you in all fours and then entered you again when he moved you the way he likes. suna groaned, fucking deep into you. his tip grazing your cervix making you squeal. you can feel your orgasm coming faster because of the orgasms suna denied you earlier. you sobbed, hips unconsciously thrusting back to his dick.

the male chuckled breathily, sneaking a hand between your legs to play with your swollen clit. you choked on a moan when you felt him massaging your clit. you let your head plop down to the mattress, arms wobbly, and all you could do was moan as your body jerking at the pleasure suna was giving you.

“oh honey, you should see how slutty your body gets when i’m fucking you” he snickered behind you, hips never relenting with his fast and hard thrusts.

you felt tears trail down your bruised cheeks, you don’t know if it’s because of the shame you felt earlier or the pleasure. the fast circles suna gave your clit made you whine and moan as you felt your orgasm wash over you.

you howled at the satisfying feeling of the violent orgasm, finally cumming after the torture of not coming four times earlier. suna smirked at the way your body convulsed beneath him.

the unwavering fucking from behind was sending you to overstimulation and suna’s fingers still rubbed down your sensitive clit. you whined and keened, drool slipping past your lips.

“so fucked out” suna muttered and bent to lean against your back, his dick twitching in your wet walls. he then angled his thrust differently making you gasp.

he leaned back again, staring at your sweaty discolored back, from his bites from the past fun times you two had, and the way you leaned against the pillows as your pretty face contorting into a fucked out expression, so lewd.

a large hand trailed down to the back of your neck, grabbing it and letting you lean against suna’s chest. his hand then wrapped around your dainty neck, squeezing, as he felt the vibrations of your moans.

“pretty baby~”

his other hand gripped your hips, stilling your wiggling around as he fucked into your harder at the newly changed angle. you whimpered at the way his thick cock reached so deep into you.

suna moaned beside your ear, hips slowly losing his rhythm as he chased his own orgasm. his self-control snapping into something greedy and feral. he ignored your cries and fucked you so he can finally cum.

the way he used you wasn’t supposed to feel this good. although he didn’t have any intention to make you feel good, the way his dick stuffed your full and the way his thickness stretched you was made you feel the familiar band in your stomach trying to snap once again.

he unconsciously squeezed your neck, breath heavy, when he felt his orgasm getting closer. he growled, thrusting sloppily in you, the sounds of your wetness echoed in the room along with your broken moans and rasps. you can feel him twitching inside you sending you into another orgasm.

you screamed, body arching against suna. the way your pussy squeezed him and the feeling of you cumming again triggered his own. suna moaned, painting your insides with his cum as he rode his orgasm, ignoring your whining.

he panted, removing his hold on you and letting you hit and slump unto the bed. you whined at the action. suna pulled out of you as he admired the way your pussy was filled with his cum, dripping down to your thighs and down to the sheets. he licked his lips at the sight and leaned closer to you as if he was lured in.

you gasped and cried when you felt his tongue wiggling around your sensitive pussy. you squeezed your eyes close tightly, body shivering at the overstimulation but suna barely paid any attention to you. he only wanted to satisfy his desires.

you gazed at the plain ceiling, dully. the soft breathing of the insane male beside you was making you grimace. he just finished fucking you or what he calls, “soulmate bonding time” but all he did was make you cry.

the sun was up and it was probably noon now but suna normally sleeps in and today was no exception. the phone beside suna’s side on the table started buzzing, circling a little because of the vibration. you heard suna groaned, always the light sleeper. you quickly closed your eyes and hid your face in the covers and pillows.

you felt the male shifting and after a while, he started talking in his annoyingly attractive deep voice. sleep taking a toll in his vocal cords making it all husky. you internally cursed the soulmate bond trying to make you see him in another light or some bullshit like that.

“hey, what’s up?”

you continued to listen to the one-sided conversation as you pretend to be asleep. your heart skipped a beat when you heard suna’s words.

“yeah, come over. i’ll introduce you to her”

your body stiffened but tried to relax. maybe this was your chance to expose him. you have to try something, you can’t keep letting him do these things to you...

a soft sleepy groan, the sound someone makes when they stretch, rung inside the quiet room. the covers shifted a bit and a disgustingly familiar body heat hit your skin as two large hands caressed your skin.

“baby? i’m gonna introduce you to my friends, that’s okay right? it’s time i show off my pretty baby~” you heard him coo. you bit your lip, how can this man act like your relationship with him is normal... you then became painfully aware of the bruises and scars on your body making you self-conscious as you tried to make yourself smaller.

“they’ll see all of these” he whispered sweetly with a dazed look on his eyes as he traced the marks that were in purple-y and reddish hues that it was too nauseating to look at but suna thought it was so beautiful on you.

suna spent all afternoon dolling you up, fixing your short dress that shows every mark he gave you. your eyes looked at your reflection. you teared up at the sight. you didn’t look like yourself anymore...

tired eyes that sagged with dark bags under it. a deep purple bruise on your cheek. your bottom lip was cut from suna’s slap, neck decorated with hickeys and fingerprints, skin discolored.

the man behind you started whistling the godforsaken tune he always sang under his breath as he combed your hair. after fixing your hair, he let his hands down on your shoulders and looked at you through the mirror.

“ain’t you a pretty little thing...” he muttered, admiring you. you let your gaze shift down to your lap as the male carried you to the living room.

“now behave.” his word was final as always. do not question it nor do you go against it. or he’ll hurt you... again and again...

a loud voice cut through the quiet atmosphere in the apartment and impatient knocks was heard. “suna! open the damn door, already!”

the dark-haired male sighed and went to the door. your heart started beating a little too fast. when his guests see you, or your state, you’ll get away from here... or maybe he’ll hurt them too... you shook your head. trying to stay positive so you can get out of this hellhole.

a tall man with golden dyed locks entered the room along with someone who looked similar to him though their hair was different. honey brown eyes lock with your tired ones, you were hopeful when you saw the confusion in his eyes.

the man looked back to suna who stood next to him, you knew you were saved when the two identical men glared at him but then they started talking--

“geez! here i thought you’ll be gentler now that you met your soulmate!”

“suna? gentle? like hell. now where’s the food. you promised me food, suna”

your eyes got teary as you suppressed a gasp. of course, his friends were as insane as he was.

the golden haired male then smiled at you like there was nothing wrong. like he doesn’t see all the fucking bruises on your body, “hey, darlin’~ suna’s been beating you, huh? were you misbehaving~?”

suna growled at the man and shoved him, “shut the fuck up, atsumu” the two started bickering like everything was normal as they ignored you...

you sniffled and turned to the light nudged from your side, you looked at the other male that entered the apartment. the man offered you some pudding as a spoon was hanging from his lips. “you look like you need it, miss” he said, his face unfazed.

you took the pudding with shaking hands and lowered your head as the three men walked around the room, conversing with each other.

maybe, suna’s right... life would be easier if you just accepted him. you were stuck with him now and always and his name on your skin will forever be the reminder of that.

fate has a weird way of pairing people up and you can’t do anything about it.

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Fansign Event

Idol San x Fem Reader

Requested!

tw: a bit angsty and a very small hint of suggestiveness hahaha.

note: this took me awhile but I do hope you like this anon! Enjoy <3

-San, I know you’re busy but can you help me pick an outfit?- You were pacing in your living room as you waited for him to reply. Seconds later, a new message appeared on your screen.

-I like the first one. Are you wearing this for tomorrow’s fansign? You’re coming right?-

You bit your bottom lip at his reply, hoping that he won’t be too mad at you. -I’m sorry San, but I have plans with my friend tomorrow. I don’t think I can go.-

It took him awhile to reply back and you couldn’t help feeling restless. Tired of pacing around, you sat down on the carpeted floor and leaned against the sofa. He’s definitely upset, you thought. Then, your phone chimed again. After reading his reply, you had come to a definite conclusion. Choi San was upset with you, really upset with you.

-Okay. Have fun-

The whole day your mind was filled with his last reply and how cold it felt. Every task you did, your mind would wander to what he was doing at the exact moment. You had your fair share of quarrels but they weren’t serious. It was either about a missing hoodie or who forgot to wish goodnight before sleeping.

This was another level and it’s eating you up. You made some ramen but your appetite was gone, the hot bowl decorating the dining table as you stared hard at your phone. Hoping that it would chime again, whatever the content was. A tired sighed escape your lips as you started to eat the already warm ramen and succumbed in your own guilt.

“I should not have done that. Now I feel so miserable.” You mumbled followed by another long sigh. A sudden ding was heard and you carefully looked at the sender. -Did you both fight again?- You didn’t know what reason to come up so you end up asking Hongjoong how San was doing at the moment.

-He’s not talking to anyone and was in his room all day.- Before you could finish up a reply he sent another text. -Both of you better make up. Okay?- You replied with an ‘okay’ and put your phone back on the table. This wasn’t supposed to turn out like this but it happened and you had to make things right before it gets worse.

The next day you woke up as usual even when you had trouble sleeping with thoughts of San being upset flooding your head. The effect he had on you was no joke and you realised how lucky you are. Choi San chose to be with you despite having thousands of fans who are trying to get his slightest attention.

You messed up your hair in frustration and went to get ready for the day. The outfit he chose yesterday was lying on the bed staring back at you. You shut your eyes, imagining his bright pink hair and smiling face. “I can do this!” You pumped both your fist mid-air, trying to be positive even when there’s still doubt everything would work out fine.

After getting ready and eating breakfast, you checked your phone and the number of notifications were crazy. There were numerous updates from his fansites.

They were already at the venue and some photos of him were uploaded on social media. You scrolled through the comments and found yourself slowly frowning.

‘Is he okay?’

‘I guess he’s tired from all their recent schedule.’

‘I hope they get a good rest after this event.’

Wow, it really felt like the world was against you right now. Shaking your head from all the negative thoughts, you went to wear your shoes before going out and claiming back your boyfriend’s heart.

To be honest, you were scared of meeting him in person at an official event with your current state. This was the first event you’ve ever attended since the previous ones either clashed with your schedule or like today, were scared to come.

The venue was medium sized but totally packed with fans. You weren’t good with crowds and the number of people attending made you nervous. It was obvious that your relationship was a secret, none of these people would know the cause of their favourite Choi San frowning was all thanks to your dumb self. So much for a surprise.

The event started with them greeting everyone and a bit of fan service here and there. You were watching at your seat, back of the hall with eyes fixated on one person. He was smiling but it never reached his eyes and laughter that sounded forced. He still interacted with the fans but you could tell he wasn’t himself. Then, it was time for the signing event to start. The staff ushered everyone to the side of the hall and made sure the line moved at a smooth pace.

You watched each member take their place at the table and it was really your luck that day. San was seated at the very end, playing with the marker in hand and looking at nothing in particular. It was as if he was trying to find you among the many attendants but that was what you wanted to think.

It felt like forever till it was your turn to walk up the stage and when you did, your hands turned sweaty and cold. Hongjoong saw you and had a smirk on his face, it’s like he’s about to welcome you to hell. You crouched down and watched him sign on your album.

“What a surprise to see you here.” You smiled at him not daring to utter a single word. As you were about to take the album away, he held on it tighter. “I better see him smiling again, you get me?” “Yes sir.” You pursed your lips and gave a flower to him.

“I know it's fake, just take it.” He shook his head and gave the album back to you. One down, six more to go before the real deal is right in front of you. At this point, you had a feeling all of them knew that something happened between the both of you. You wanted to wipe the smug looks on their faces so badly but came to your senses that it was an event. All of them got the fake flowers as well and the fact they shared knowing looks among themselves irked you. As if saying ‘look at her trying to win her boyfriend back by giving us this.’

As you moved from Wooyoung to San, your head was hung so low that he didn’t even notice it was you. Not until he asked for your name and you looked up that the look on his face was beyond shock. He leaned back a bit and narrowed his eyes at you. “San, I’m sorry about yesterday. Please don’t be mad.” Your fingers curled at the edge of the table as you leaned your head on the table trying to get a closer look at his face.

He quietly signed your album and wrote something on a small sticky note. He shut your album and passed it back to you. “Are you not going to say anything to me? This was supposed to be a surprise but I messed up. I’m sorry.” Your eyes locked with him and he shook his head. The fans would think he was acting cute or being playful when he’s actually upset. “Fine then. This is for you.” You stood up and placed the crown on his head.

“How come he gets a crown?!” Wooyoung said in disbelief as he pointed at San’s head. “He’s the King of my heart, that’s why.” San had to fight the urge to smile and instead pushed Wooyoung who pretended to barf at your confession. The fan in front of him even laughed at his actions. You gave one last look at him before going down to your seat. Somehow, you felt as if his eyes were following you.

Right after the event, you were still at the venue, scrolling through updates of the event. There was even a video of Wooyoung being dramatic about the crown you brought for San, and the comments seemed to be better than earlier.

Everyone was glad that he was smiling naturally and actually looked relaxed. You didn’t feel like going back yet and decided to search for that sticky note San placed in your album.

- I’m not going to hold back tonight -

Your eyes widen at the written words and swiftly shut the album back, looking around you just in case there were people nearby. With flushed cheeks, you placed the album back in your bag and started leaving the venue. Head filled with nothing but your boyfriend, Choi San.

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bxtchforstyles · 3 years

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You Better

Harry Styles x CEO!Y/N

Harry's girlfriend is the CEO of Gucci, and it is no easy job, but getting to design her boyfriends suits makes it all worth it.

Warning: minor swearing

Word Count: ~1.5k

gif not mine

"Hi baby," Harry was quick to greet her at the door, planting a small kiss to her cheek. "How was work?"

"Long." Y/n sighed as she took her coat off, hanging it on the hook near the door. "Very, very long. never thought I could go to that many meeting in one day."

Harry loved when Y/N came home, and she loved coming home to him. He was an absolute angel to her, especially when she was stressed and annoyed. Always greeting her at the door with kisses, making her dinner, running her a bath. Harry was everything that Y/N dreamed of in a relationship.

"I have a question for you, love."

Y/N nodded as she followed him into the kitchen, seeing there was a large pot on the stove, most like some type of pasta that Harry loved making for her.

She sat down at the island of the kitchen as he went over to the stove to tend to the dinner, looking back at her occasionally. "Ya know how I have the tour for the second album coming up, right?"

She smiled, "Yes I am well aware that Love On Tour will be stealing my boyfriend."

"Well, that leads me to my first question." He takes a step towards the countertop she was sat at, looking across at her. "I was wondering if, maybe, you wanted to go on tour with me, or at least the American leg of it.

Y/N smiled even brighter this time, "I would love to go with you! I'm sure I can work something out to where I can work virtually for a couple of months."

He was gleaming with excitement, never being able to experience tour with her the last time around because she didn't have much seniority at her job and didn't want to abuse her power of having a flexible schedule.

"Now, what was your other question?"

Y/N noticed how he almost immediately got nervous when she said that, making her stomach start to sink.

"I don't want you to see me asking you this as rude, or as if i'm using you, because that is definitely not the case whatsoever,"

"Babe, I know that you're not using me." She almost laughed, "what is it that you want to ask me?"

"The last tour, the suits I wore were a large part of my performance, since the fans loved them so much," He was completely rambling now, "and I loved them too, they were amazing. I just wanted to know there was any way-"

She cut him off, already know what he was going to ask. "You want me to design your suits for tour again."

He let out a sigh of relief before nodding.

"Of course I will bub!" She was now the excited one, "I've been waiting for you to ask me, I just didn't want to overstep if you already had picked out a designer."

"Oh thank god." He let out a sigh of relief.

"I've had so many designed that i've put aside for you. Home many shows are there going to be?"

Y/N was a very smart woman, and Harry knew that from the start.

When the two of them first met, it was when Harry had done the Gucci campaign in 2018. Y/N was just an employee at that time, working in the design as well as the management department.

She had been the one to style him for all of his photo shoots for that day, and at the end of, Harry knew he had to see her again.

That's when Gucci offered to design a suit for each one of his tour stops, which he was ecstatic about.

Y/N had been apart of the main design team working on all sixty of the suits, top to bottom. She had always secretly been a little star struck by Harry, always wanting to impress him.

Now though, four years later, they had been dating for almost three years and Y/N was now one of the CEO's at Gucci.

Her dream.

Some people thought that the only reason Harry got special promos, suits and other things of the sort was because his girlfriend had such an important role in the business. But what they didn't know, was that everyone in the entire Gucci enterprise work team loved Harry.

"Can i see some of them?" He asked, speaking of the designs she had mentioned.

She immediately got up out of her seat at the barstool she was sat in, trekking quickly towards the foyer to retrieve her work bag. She pulled out her design binder, where all of the pictures of the modeled suits were.

She set the large binder in front of him on the counter, "Now, I know that most of these drawers are on female models, but please, keep an open mine."

"When do I not?" He sent a smirk at her before opening the binder.

The couple spent the next couple of hours looking at all of the suits that Y/N had sketched, deciding what on the designs to keep, and what parts needed to be reconfigured.

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"Baby, I love how you look in pearls. They make your eyes shine." She gleamed as she walked into Harry's fitting room in her designing room.

"I really like this, actually." He told her, before attempting to adjust the suit jacket.

She took over, "Here, let me." He fixed the Jacket and the collar before directing him back towards the large mirror.

"Perfect." She stated.

"I really love it."

Y/N was over the moon looking at her boyfriend, seeing the many visions she had of the suits she designed for him come to life. The black suit jacket was lined with pearls, along with some pretty gold buttons that laid against Harry's torso.

She was smiling from cheek to cheek. "I'm really glad, hopefully you like all the suits I've designed for you."

That's when Harry turned around to walk into her office, immediately stopping in his tracks as soon as he entered. Y/N furrowed her eyebrows, wondering what he was looking at.

Until she herself walked in her office behind him, then she knew exactly what he was looking at.

"Please tell me that one is for me." His pleasing eyes were already begging her.

In the center of her room, was a standing mannequin, covered in a dark purple suit, covered in pink and silver rhinestones.

"Um-"

He widened his eyes, grabbing his girlfriend by the shoulders dramatically. "Y/N, angel, I will literally pay you however much you want if i can have this suit."

It was in fact not meant to be for Harry, but looking at his face, Y/N didn't think she could ever say no to him.

"You don't have to fucking pay me for it, Harry." She laughed at her boyfriend's offer, but he only narrowed his eyes at her playfully.

"But I will."

"I don't want you to." She protests back before beginning to take the suit jacket off of the standing mannequin. "Let's see if this even fits."

As soon as she put the jacket on him, his eyes lit up like a Christmas tree.

"Fits like a glove." Y/N smiled, adjusting the buttons on the suit.

"Okay, you have to give this to me now." Harry looked at himself in the mirror hung on the wall of her office.

"I'll see what I can do."

He sat down on the couch that was sat against the wall, opposite of Y/N's office. "Who was it originally for anyway?"

She sat on her desk, facing her boyfriend. "Well, it was supposed to be for Justin Bieber, he wanted a suit for the Met Gala that matched Hailey's, but i'll figure something out."

"Oh my-" He gasped in shock at the fact he was wearing a suit that was intended to be warm by Justin Bieber. "Wait," He then started.

"What now, Harry?" Y/N rolled her eyes playfully.

"You're telling me my girlfriend is the CEO of Gucci, and i've never got to wear a cool matching suit with her? What the fuck is that about?"

"Ya know, I usually don't have the time to make myself a fancy dress to match Mr. I want a bright red suit that is entirely covered in hand sewn crystals."

"Oi! You have to admit that suit was one of the best I've ever worn!" Her boyfriend protests.

"One of them? It was the best!" She shoots back with a hint of shock in her tone. "Anyways, maybe I'll design us some fancy matching suits for when my insanely talented boyfriend sweeps the Grammys."

"Holy shit, I love you." He gasps as he plants his lips against here.

Y/N smiles into the kiss, "You better."

AUTHORS NOTE:

i hope you enjoyed, please send any requests that you have and I will try to respond to them asap!! thank you for reading! TPWK<3 xoxo- hails

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