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[andydrysdalerogers]

Sideline Love ~ Chapter 9 ~ Her Worst Mistake

Pairings - NFL! Chris Evans and OFC Rebecca Rooney

Series Summary: All football player Chris wants is to play football with his best friends in the NFL. But the night before he meets someone who could change his life... if she wasn't the bosses daughter. Can Chris change her mind with a little sideline love?

Word Count: 2.7K

General Warnings: smut! angst, cheating, parental interference, fluff, football Chris has beard ( 😏 ), injuries during the game, special appearance (don't @ me lol)

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Becca Rooney and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

I am trying out a taglist. Please let me know if you would like to be included.

(I'm also really sorry for this chapter)

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

Ice Cream

It could be considered the perfect food.

At least in Charlie’s eyes.

Ice cream makes everything better.  Losses are better, wins are better, life is just better when there is ice cream involved.

And Chris knows this.

So, the after the game sundaes were born.  The day after a game, win or lose, away or at home, Chris took Charlie for ice cream.  Becca was allowed to tag along, most of the time.  But this was the Chris and Charlie time and who was Becca to interfere with that.

“Chris, what is the best ice cream?”

“Only one?”

“Yep.”

“Ok, let me think.”  Chris pretended to ponder the question.  “Cookies and Crème.”

Charlie lit up with a smile. “Really?”

“Yeah, why?”

“That’s my favorite too because it has Oreos in it.”

“That’s why I love it too.”

Yes, the bond between Chris and Charlie was unbreakable.  Becca and Chris started to spend more time together, Chris mostly coming to Becca’s to make it easier on her. Dodger had his own bed in her house, right at the foot of Charlie’s.  The pup was protecting of the little blonde, following her everywhere, out to the bus stop that took her and waiting for her every afternoon in the same stop when she got back.  Chris and Becca had a routine.  Chris would come over after practice, watch Charlie for Becca until she was home from the stadium.  He would start dinner; she would clean up and get Charlie ready for bed.  Their domestic life was bliss.

It didn’t stop the few close calls. Like when Rick and Avery stopped by unannounced.  It was lucky that Sebastian and Lizzy had been there for dinner.  It looks very innocent. At least till Chris “went home” for the evening and came back half hour later.

“Jesus that was close,” he said as he pinned Becca to the door of her bedroom.

“And you wanted to start this earlier, remember?” She worked on getting his belt off.

“I can’t help it Angel. This dress does things to me.”

“So I’ve noticed.”

“But my favorite look is when it’s on the floor.”  He peeled her emerald-green shirt dress over her head, leaving her in her nude lingerie set.  “Oh fuck me.”

“That is the plan,” Becca smirked.

Chris growled. “Don’t be a tease, Angel.” He lifted her up and tossed her into the bed. He pulled his shirt off and Becca drooled, seeing his tattoos were one of her weaknesses and he knew it. He started to kiss the inside of her thighs, listening to her whine. “You are gonna wake Charlie.”

“She can sleep through a game, she’ll sleep through this,” Becca gasp as Chris meets the apex of her thighs.

“Good to know.” He thrusted his tongue in her hard, and she squealed. 

“Chris, baby, please stop.”

“Nope, not gonna happen Angel.  I need you.”

He took her, a few times, to heaven and back that night. It had been the most intense night of their lives.

The universe has a funny way of making everything great… before fucking it up.

*~**~*

Rebecca arrived at Robert’s office.  He had asked her to come by as Tom had asked for a settlement agreement.  She was hopeful.  She didn’t want Tom to have joint custody, but she was ok with a strict visitation schedule.  As she was escorted to the conference room, she received a message.

C: Don’t give into him Angel.  He’s the bad guy here

B: I know love. I wish you were here.

C: Me too.  But after I will take my girls for pizza.

B: Sounds good.

Becca put her phone away as she made it to the room.  She saw Tom’s smug face and tried not to scoff.  The man had the most punch-able face on record.  She understood where Chris was coming from that his team didn’t like him. “I’m here, what is it?”

“I want to negotiate visitation.” Tom crossed his arms as if he already won.

“Finally, something mature from your mouth.” Becca sat next to Robert.  “What do you want?”

“I want Charlotte to come two weekends a month to Boston and for three weeks in the summer.”

“Not going to happen.  She doesn’t know you. You’re a stranger to her. You can come once a month to Pittsburgh for supervised visits until she gets to know you and then we can talk about more time.”

“Can I have the room with Rebecca please?” Tom looked at his own lawyer and then at Robert.  Robert looked at Becca, who nodded.  Tom leaned back in his chair, taking in Becca, waiting for the room to clear.  No longer the innocent 18-year-old from five years ago, now a business woman, she was beautiful.  “You know Becca, you have to be more beautiful than when we met.”

“According to you, we never met.”

“Rebecca, c’mon I thought we were past this.”

“You are past it. I didn’t want you to step away from your family.  I just wanted you to acknowledge the daughter that you had.  Now you want to take her away from me.”

“I don’t want too, Becca.  I want to share.  She is half of me.”

“She is none of you.  You didn’t want her. You didn’t want me. Tom, tell me what you really want.”

“I want us to be a family.  Have you help me raise my sons as well.”

“No.  Never going to happen.”

“Because you are in love with Evans?”

“What?”

Tom pulled out an envelope and removed sheets of paper. “I can show you what I mean.”  He handed the papers to her.

Tears formed in Becca’s eyes. “What do you want me to do?”

“Leave him.  Leave him and come back to me.  Not right away of course but yeah.  You do that, I won’t release these.  Your father has made it perfectly clear: no football players.  Leave him and I won’t release these photos. You leave and you won’t ruin his career. Because I know that’s what you’re thinking. Can’t ruin mine but his, his is still up in the air. Think about it.  You can keep these, I have copies.”

“This has nothing to do with custody.”

“Oh I know. But since I couldn’t figure out a way to see you without raising suspicion, this was my only way.  I’ll see you in court about custody.  But I have a feeling that somehow, that’s still going to go my way.  Have a nice day Rebecca.”  He got up and put his sunglasses on, smiled at her and left.

Becca sat in the room stunned.  Robert came back in.  “Hey?”

“Hi.”

“Becca, what happened?”

Becca handed the photos over.  They were of Chris and her in New Orleans. Kissing, holding hands, embracing.  Their most intimate moment, where they had declared their love was on display. “He threatened to release them.”

“Becca…”

“I need to talk to Chris.  We didn’t settle on custody.”  Becca got up and left the room. She drove home, trying to keep her emotions in. While she had no intention of being with Tom ever again, she couldn’t ruin Chris’s career. The love she had for him was too much for him to lose his dream. She saw the blue Mustang in the driveway and groaned. She had to face this head on.

Walking in, she saw a heartbreaking site: Chris asleep on the couch with Charlie on his chest.  She took a photo and went into to get cleaned up.  She wiped the stray tear that fell before she went back out.  She picked up Charlie and took her to her room to sleep.  When she went back out, Chris was sitting up, looking confused, hair sticking up.  He smiled when he saw her.  “Hey Angel. Just get in?”

“Yeah, meeting ran long. You guys eat?”

“Chinese.  Saved some for you.”

“Thanks.”  Becca went into the kitchen, stalling.  Chris could see the tension in her shoulders.

“Angel, what wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Becca, you are tense, and you look like you’ve been crying.  What’s wrong? Did something happen at the meeting?”

Becca took a breath. “Tom didn’t want to negotiate custody or visitation.” She went to her bag.  “There are photos, Chris.  Of you and me, when we were in New Orleans.”

“What?” She handed him the photos. “He followed us?”

“I think it was a PI but yeah. Umm…” she could feel the tears coming.  “He said that if we didn’t break up that he would release the photos.”

“That fucking tool.” Chris was seething. How dare this asshole try and ruin his relationship with Becca. “Ok, well I mean if it happens, it happens.”

“Chris,” she whispered.  “I can’t let that happen.” She looked towards the floor.  “I think its best if we separate.”

“What?”

“I love you and I’m sorry but I can’t let you ruin your career over my mistakes.”

“You don’t mean that Angel. You and Charlie mean more to me than football.”

“I’m sorry. But I can’t ruin your dream.”

Chris put his hands around her face, cupping that.  “Please don’t leave me. I love you. I won’t stop loving you. Please.” He kissed her soft and she let the tears flow.

“I have too, Chris. I’m so sorry,” she cried. “I love you. I love you so much that this is killing me.”

Chris held Becca as they cried. “Let me stay Angel.  Just one more night. Please.”

She looked up at him and pulled him down for a kiss. He reaches down and grasped under her ass to lift her and took her to her bedroom. He laid her down gently, kissing all of the skin he could at the moment, savoring this last time. They were slow, taking their time to get each article of clothing off. There was no teasing, just pleasure, enjoying each touch, each kiss. Chris brought Becca to the brink so many times, she lost count.  She cried as she reaches her peak the last time with Chris closely following.  She fell asleep in his arms, her favorite place in the whole world.

Becca wakes in the morning on Chris’s chest.  She traces his tattoos, knowing that this is the last time. “I don’t want to go,” he whispers.

“I know.” They get up and Chris grabs his stuff. Dodger had stayed at his house so that at least was lucky. Chris grabs his bag.  Its still early, the sun barely rising in Pittsburgh. Becca doesn’t bother stopping the tears.

“You know I love you.  I’m just…”

“Just protecting me.  I know Angel. I wish you didn’t.” He puts his bag down by the door. “I have to ask. Please don’t take Charlie away from me.   Please let me see her.  I don’t want to be another man that disappoints her.  I need you both but if you won’t let me have you then at least let me be there for Charlie.”

The man of her dreams.  That’s what he is.  While she was breaking his heart, he refused to break Charlie’s. “Ok Chris, sure.  I’ll have Liz or Scarlet take her to you, ok?”

“I’ll win you back Angel. I’ll find a way.” He pulled her in for one last kiss.  “I love you.”

“I love you.”

And just like that, Chris Evans walked out of her life.

And she knew, this was her worst mistake.

*~**~*

There are certain rivalries in sports that are legendary.  Lakers verses Celtics. Yankees verses Red Sox. Cowboys verses Giants. And then there is the Steelers and the Patriots. Because when both teams have the same number of championships, the tension is at another level.

This is football at its finest.

Chris should be excited.  He should be nervous. He should be ready.

Chris is none of those things.

He’s heartbroken.

Sitting in the visiting locker room at Gillette Stadium, he looks at the picture of Becca and Charlie he still has in his bag.  It was from their first visit to his house.  He had seen Charlie a couple of times, but Becca made sure not to be around. He kissed her picture and put it back in his bag.  Since the team had no idea they were together, they had no reason to suspect why Chris was down.

The game ran like any other game: physical and intense.  But Chris’s heart wasn’t into it.  He called plays and ran them but was not focused.  He was sacked a record six times in the first half.  Coach Ben was on him, yelling at him to get his head in the game.

Heading into the second half, the Steelers were up by two touchdowns.  A miracle considering how bad Chris was playing.  Becca watched from the owner’s box, understanding that this was her fault.  She was just happy that Charlie was at home with her mother.  The Steelers offence took to the field as her father came to speak to her.  “Do you know what is going on with Evans?”

“No clue.” She never looked away from him.

Chris called the play, and the ball was hiked to him.  He drops back, looking for his open man.  He doesn’t see it when the defense breaks through the line.  Chris is tackled into the ground hard.

Becca stand up and sees that he doesn’t move.  “Oh my God.”  She and Rick turn to run down to the field.

Medical is called and the players are standing around him, Sebastian trying to wake him.  “Chris, c’mon man, open your eyes.”  The medics place a brace around his neck and get him on the board.  A jolt wakes Chris.

“Sebastian?”

“Oh, thank fuck.” Sebastian lowers his head.

“What happened?”

The team doctors look into his eyes.  “Chris, can you move your fingers?”  He wiggles them.  “Ok, try your feet.”  He moves them as well.  “That’s good Chris.  We’re going to take you to the medical center.”  They lift him by the back board, and he waves his hand, getting a cheer from the crowd.

At Boston Memorial, he goes through scans and x-rays.  The doctors come out to talk to Ben, Rick and Becca.  “He has a concussion. Its mild and he’ll be sore but per protocol, he’s not allowed to play until he passes the concussion protocol test.  He’s very lucky.”

“Can we see him?” Ben asked.

“Sure.  Does he have family?”

“His family is coming.  We sent a car to get them from the stadium,” Becca replies.

“Good.  If you would like to see him, he’s in room 2174.”

Ben and Rick go into the room with Becca sitting outside waiting for his family.  His mother Lisa and his brother Scott arrive, and Becca gives them the rundown.  “He has a concussion. Luckily no other injuries just bruises.  He’ll be sore for a few days. Doctors say he’ll make a full recovery.  The league has been notified and he’s in concussion protocol.”

“Thank heavens,” Lisa says as Scott hugs her.  Ben and Rick exit and they go in.  Becca just sits.

“Becca are you coming with us?” Ben asks.

“Uh, no.  I’m going to wait for the Evans family to make sure they don’t need anything, and I’ll fly separately. How did the team do?”

“They lost in overtime.” Ben looks to the floor.

Rick could see the emotions flowing on Becca’s face.  “Sweetheart, if you need help with anything…”

“Just check on Charlie, ok?  I know she watched the game and I know she’s crushed that he got hurt so just take care of her.  I’ll make the arrangements here and if they allow him to go home, I’ll take care of it as well.  This is my job Dad, not me being anything else.”

Rick nodded.  He hugged his daughter and left with Ben.  Becca sat again and drew her knees to her chest.  When Scott came out, he saw her and sat next to her. “You’re the one, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“He still loves you.”

“I know. This is my fault.”

“No, its not.”

“Yes, it is.  I broke him and look what happened.”

“So unbreak him.”

“I can’t.” She wipes away the tears from her face.

“Why not?”

“Because it would take away his dream.”

Scott puts his arm around Becca. “I think his dream changed Becca.  His dream is you now.” She looked at him.  “All he talks about is you. Not football.”

“I don’t know what to do Scott.”

“Let love win.”

A few hours later, Becca sneaks into Chris’s room.  He looks at him peacefully asleep and she takes his hand. She kisses his forehead softly and whispers. “I promise Chris, I’ll fix this.  Don’t give up on me. Everything is going to be ok.”

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[liujinhee]

[ Kyuhyun/Reader ]

plotting an us (working title)

Word Count: 2,622

Summary: Art student y/n, theatre student Kyuhyun one shot

Uh, so this was supposed to be a y/n fic, but I think I gave the character so much personality that they qualify better as an OC? Haha... im sorry guys :')

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There was little use in trying to reason with yourself why you travel two hours every weekend to the Penguin Ice cafe. Cafe menus were unreasonably expensive, and Penguin Ice was located in the heart of the city, where the population was far too saturated for your liking.

Then you hear the familiar voice saying the words Welcome to Penguin Ice cafe, and you know you'll be coming back next weekend regardless.

You walk straight up to the counter—even if you had a crush on one of the part timers, it didn't mean your judgement was clouded enough that you'd drop by during rush hour just to see him. At 4pm, the cafe was quiet, a few patrons scattered in different corners.

When Kyuhyun's gaze falls on you, his professional smile softens into one you now recognize as warm. “Single scoop of matcha and vanilla with sprinkled topping, having here?”

“Got it in one.” You return the smile, hoping it isn't too wide. The way your feelings tend to write themselves on your facial features has never done more good than harm thus far. Digging into your pocket, you hand him the bill; never the exact amount, if only for the selfish reason of wanting him to drop the change onto your open palm.

And he does. “Here's your change,” Kyuhyun sings in that merry tune you know by heart.

“Someone's in a good mood.”

He makes a show of scanning the bar, which currently only has him manning it, before leaning forward. He's not close enough that you feel his breath, but still close enough that your heart rate picks up as he tells you in a hushed whisper that fails to contain his glee, “It's payday.”

You snort at that, even though you already had your suspicions. Kyuhyun simply gives you a cheeky grin and wags his brows, seemingly pleased to have shared that little tidbit. Your hand twitches with the instinct to reach out and ruffle his hair, something you're not quite able to do to someone you can barely call an acquaintance. So you settle for a Congratulations, to which he bows dramatically, My heartfelt thanks, before twirling away to prepare your order.

He may be majoring in theatre, you think. Or at the very least, hold an interest in it. It's not the first time the two of you have exchanged words in such a manner, nor do you believe it'd be the last. As you watch him drop a generous scoop of ice cream into a cup, you wonder if you should ask him today. Something like, What school are you from? What's your favorite ice cream flavor? Do you want to catch the next musical that comes?

But they all feel like questions that'd make your existing dynamic awkward. In a way, you already consider Kyuhyun a friend, despite not knowing anything about him other than his name, which you got from his name tag, and that he only works on weekends, which is written on their blackboard under the Shifts section. 

Once again, you spend too much time overthinking, and your order is ready before you come to a decision, Kyuhyun extending the cup to you with a gentle hum. Your mumble of thanks matches the tone of his hum, and your feet bring you to your usual seat, empty as it always is. Customers aren't the biggest fans of seats by the entrance, after all; the constant opening and closing of the door can get annoying. It doesn't bother you, however. As much as you dislike crowds, you find comfort in the buzzing of human activity.

And, well, if the seat provides you a good view of the bar where Kyuhyun busies himself with cleaning up, that's just a really big bonus. Once you're satisfied with the angle of your chair, you bring out your pencil and sketchbook, flip to a fresh page, and begin sketching.

It's not always Kyuhyun. Scenery fascinates you, and you've long since lost count of the cityscape, the parks, the rivers that you've drawn from memory and imagination. But it's always when the imagination starts that Kyuhyun joins, somehow making his way into the scenery.

This time, you’ve sketched him barefoot by the beach, laughing as he splashes seawater up a silhouette with his foot. It’s an imagery that comes easily to you; Kyuhyun with his friends out having fun together. He seems like the type of person who is able to get along with everyone, and you're near certain he is.

You scribble down the date and your signature like you do on every piece of art, leaving out your name. The ripping of the page is quiet, barely audible over the music; the edges of the paper imperfect, but they always are. 

As you rest the paper under the now empty cup, you can't help but imagine how Kyuhyun would react to the sketch this week. He hasn't shared his thoughts on your sketches since that first time nearly three months ago, when you'd come to Penguin Ice with your friends for a birthday celebration.

I like the way you sketch, Kyuhyun had told you as he served the tray of sundaes ordered by your table. Art student?

Yeah, you'd answered after a moment of shock, watching how the man's eye was trained on the lines of your sketch. Understanding that it was genuine praise. Your eyes had fallen to his askewed name tag, committing his name to memory. And, um, thanks. He'd tipped his head in acknowledgement, set down your orders, and returned to his post.

Looking back, it might've seemed like nothing. But to the you back then who had been dealing with self doubt, the words of a stranger had been everything you needed to hear and more. While your friends chit chatted and ate, you'd done up a quick sketch of the cafe, and left it on the table with a short thank you note addressed to Cho Kyuhyun.

The next time you'd come, it had been because another friend was curious after seeing your post about the cafe before. Even then it had been Kyuhyun who took one look at you and went, Ah, the art student! Right? The memory of that moment still makes you chuckle now. It's in his recognition that Kyuhyun started becoming more than a part timer at a cafe in the city for you.

Now, as you wait for Kyuhyun to turn away and busy himself with cleaning before sneaking out of the cafe like a protagonist in a cliche romance drama, you wonder if this plot will ever advance, or if this is but a draft that will not live to see a happy ending.

It doesn't really serve as a surprise when you come across Kyuhyun at a local arts festival you are a participant of. You've thought about it, the what if. What does surprise you, is how you come across him.

There's an event pamphlet, of course, but you're also not the type of person who focuses on details like the musical cast names. It's not like any of them would ring a bell, since they're students. Except one of them does. You don't connect the dots at first, too tired from hours of live sketch after live sketch for customers. Then you hear it, his My heartfelt thanks, and the thought is formed.

Can it be? You reach into your back pocket for the pamphlet and flip to the musical lineup for today. Sure enough, printed in bold is the name Cho Kyuhyun along with a photo of him. Gods, does he look cute in casual wear. You're staring hard at his photo when he rips your attention back to him with his vocals.

While you wouldn't go as far as to call yourself a theatre enthusiast, it's not like you haven't been to musicals. You have, and you enjoy them when you do. Paid hundreds of bucks for a good three straight hour sitting of a show that'd live in your memories for decades to come. And when Kyuhyun sings, goosebumps rising along your arm midway through the first line, you know that's the kind of level he'd belong on in the near future. That's how good he is.

You're in awe, then you're in wonder, and then maybe, just maybe, you're falling in love with the theatre student and part time ice cream man Cho Kyuhyun. The sudden realisation startles you, but you accept it just as quickly. Little as you may know, it's enough for you to have developed feelings for him, and you feel it growing stronger every passing second in your mind. Your fingers itch with the need to capture this moment forever in the form of a painting.

Then the musical comes to an end, the cast coming together, hands joined as they bow their thanks while the audience reciprocates with thundering applause. Your eyes are still on Kyuhyun as the curtain falls, but you're certain he hasn't seen you in the dark. Nor would he know or have reason to be looking out for you.

You're out the moment you're able, zigzagging through the night crowd back to your post in a rush. It's not that you're late to return, nor will your neighbor mind even if you were. You simply need to pick up a pencil right now and bring to life the visuals buzzing in your head. It's been a while since you've felt this adrenaline rush under your skin. 

This is going to be a masterpiece.

-

You drown yourself in the canvas, skipping your weekly visit to the Penguin Ice cafe for the first time. There's only one reason for it: you don't want to override the memory of seeing Kyuhyun on the stage. A side you've never seen before, a temporary skin he wears so well one may be fooled into thinking it is his own.

There's a moment when you wonder if you'll ever finish the painting—each time you think you're quite about done, the paint setting for the last time, there's something new to add or to revise. You want to make it perfect, but in art, nothing ever is. Still, it is through willpower that you drop the brush for good, stepping back to take a good look at your painting.

It's… well, there’s no other way to say it: it's the man you saw on stage that night. It’s as close to what you wanted to express as you think it can get. The desire, the urge to convey your admiration for Kyuhyun grows overwhelming, and you rush to hold down on the power button of your phone. It’s 7:12pm on a Sunday. Which means there’s a good chance Kyuhyun will be there. They close at 10pm on weekends… can you make it?

It's worth the risk, you decide. You've got to be stupid at least once in your life (or many, but that's not how the saying goes, see). You wrap up the canvas carefully, yelling to your parents that they don't need to buy your share for dinner later, and rush out the second you feel presentable enough for public appearances.

Kyuhyun stares at you unblinking, and you do the same. It's easy to get lost in the reflection you see in them—and he blinks, light returning to his eyes.

“Hey,” he greets, but behind it you sense the question.

“Hey,” you return between pants.

“We're closing,” he says slowly, as if you can't tell from the flipped chairs and cluttering of washed utensils, “But if you're okay with on the go, I can bring out the tubs.”

You shake your head wildly before Kyuhyun can go grab said tubs. “That's not why I'm here.”

When you don't elaborate, he nods once and prompts, “Okay… So you're here to…”

“Pass you something. I can wait till you're off work. If you don't mind, I mean.” You're babbling, and you just know your face is a deep shade of red from nerves and embarrassment. To his credit, Kyuhyun doesn't judge despite his wrinkled brows, and gestures in the direction of your usual seat. So that's where you head. And you wait, your mind too crowded and thoughts so jumbled that you blank out until someone taps you on the shoulder.

“I'm done here,” he says, but now your brain short-circuits for a different reason. Kyuhyun in a plain t-shirt and shorts with a bag slinging across one shoulder shouldn't be anything worth ogling over, but it is. Even more so than the photo you'd seen on the pamphlet. You struggle to remember how to string words together and give him an answer, digging into your backpack for the thing you're here to hand him but can't quite remember what.

Then your fingers brush against the cloth holding your canvas, and you're reminded of your purpose. Right. With your heart slamming against your chest, you carefully pull out the painting you spent a week on, all while watching for any changes in Kyuhyun's expression. He has that cute frown that suggests he's confused, and you bite back a smile as you extend the canvas in an offering.

“For me?” 

The laugh breaks free from you as he accepts it with a cautiousness you've never seen. “

“Is there… something here?” He wonders aloud, gesturing between the two of you. His question is innocent enough, but then you see the way he's nibbling on his lower lip, the way he's peeking at you from under his long lashes—why are they so long anyway, you briefly wonder.

“An empty space,” you quirk, still somewhat afraid to take the leap, but unwilling to leave his question hanging in the air. 

Kyuhyun is instantly right by your side, the sleeves of your t-shirts brushing against each other, his body heat radiating off him this close. You feel yourself stiffen before you relax, easily growing used to this new lack of distance.

“So that's fixed,” Kyuhyun says after four beats of silence. “Anything else?”

“Hmm,” you hum to stall time as you think of other quirky answers to give, but it seems that isn't something Kyuhyun is willing to take a second time. His steps grow wider as he makes to stand in your way, forcing you to look up at him. He isn't exactly tall per say, perhaps a 1.8, but you're simply leaning toward the other end of the spectrum. 

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

He smiles, small and shy and hopeful. “It'd be really embarrassing if I'm reading this wrong, but are you interested in me the same way I'm interested in you?”

And now it's you who's worrying your lower lip, question after question clogging up your mind about all the things you can say that will ruin any possibility of the two of you—Then you look at Kyuhyun again, and realise the man’s likely feeling the same, to some extent.

Licking your dry lips, you decide to go for it. “If by that you mean—” you swallow before you're sent into a coughing fit because of your salivary glands, “—The I want to hold your hand on a date kind of interested… then yes.”

“Who said anything about dating?” he teases, and before your brain even registers the words for you to feel disappointed, he continues, “I think we should start with self introductions first, shouldn't we? After all, I still don't know your name.”

“Okay then.” Kyuhyun clears his throat, his posture tall and grand before he gives a graceful bow, hand extended. “Would you do me the honor of exploring the potentials in this budding relationship?”

It seems like the plot is moving forward, after all.

#sj #sjlong #kyuder #sjau

[buns-with-a-book]

Meeting Nero

Because I need to write Nero at some point and he’s by far my weakest character to write about in DMC. Gotta start somewhere though. This is set after DMC4 but before DMC5, so Nero’s starting to become more mellow but isn’t quite there yet.

Fandom: Devil May Cry Characters: Nero, Dante, OC Tags: @nimnox @furyeclipse @synchronmurmurs

Summary: Nero drops by the shop for the first time since the events of Fortuna. Of course someone gets brawled.

“Dante!” Cassandra called, staring down at the fancy neon sign just sitting in the main room of Devil May Cry. It was still wrapped in it’s protective plastic wrapping but that unmistakable silhouette told her everything. “Dante, why do we have a new sign? The old one’s still kicking!” 

“It’s not for me!” Dante replied, walking down the stairs. He hoisted his coat on. “Nero’s coming on over.”

“Nero?” Cassandra turned on her heel, tilting her head at the older hunter. “The new kid you picked up?” 

“Yep.” He looked over to the clock. “Should be coming any minute now.” 

“You’re giving the new kid...a neon sign.” Cassandra repeated slowly. “No wonder you can’t pay the bills, you keep splurging on fancy neon signs!” 

“Hey!” He pouted. “Morrison’s the one who commissions them, I just put my seal of approval on the stuff I like.”

“It does not change the fact that they're expensive as tits.” She pointed out. “You’re lucky that you don’t owe Lady money anymore.” She paused. “Unless you did something else that got you in debt again.” 

“Not this time.” He grinned. “We got paid so well, we won’t need to worry about bills for a while.” 

“Was that before or after Lady’s cut?” 

“After.” Before Cassandra could ask more, the door opened. She turned to the door, watching as a young man walked in. She wasn’t sure what surprised her more: his silvery-white hair or the demonic right arm. She took a look to Dante, then back to the stranger.

“That’s Nero.” Dante said with a grin. 

“Dante, that boy looks like he hasn’t had a good meal in years.” Cassandra huffed, stepping forward. “Name’s Cassandra. Cassandra Sagefire.” She held out her right hand for him to shake. Nero stood there for a moment before shaking her hand back. 

“You’re a devil hunter too, right?” He asked.

“Yep.” Nero let go of her hand. 

“Why weren’t you at Fortuna then?”

“Because Dante’s a tit.” She replied simply, ignoring the playfully indignant ‘hey!’ from the older devil hunter. “And someone needs to make sure Red Grave City doesn’t get overrun by demons while Dante’s gone. Dude’s got a reputation.” She paused, glancing back to Dante. “And because he’s a tit.” 

“Ok, ok! I get it, I’m such a terrible big brother.” Dante ruffled her hair. “I was worried about you, ok Cass? Didn’t want you to get hurt in enemy territory.”

“Enemy territory is your middle name, Dante.” Cassandra threw off his hand, taking the moment to smooth out her hair. “But enough about you.” She refocused her attention onto Nero, who was just standing there watching the two banter. “Come on Nero. I’ll go make something for us because I’m not going to grill you for information while we’re standing in the doorway.” She pulled away, walking back to the kitchen. She heard footsteps behind her, presumably of the two devil hunters following her to the kitchen.  

“You don’t have to-”

“I’m doing it anyway Nero.” Cassandra interrupted him. “Didn’t you feed him anything Dante?”

“Well...we kinda had a couple scuffles.”

“Scuffles.” She shot Dante a glare. “Your definition of scuffles usually translates to ‘full on bar fights’ but Fortuna doesn’t strike me as a place with a pub.” She ducked into the refrigerator. “Any preference of meat Nero?”

“Wait what?”

“I’ll take that as none.” She pulled out a package of lamb. “Unless you’re vegetarian-” 

“No, that’s not it. I just had fish for the longest time.” Nero explained. She looked up, seeing the flustered look on his face. 

“Huh.” She threw the package onto the counter. “What else...what else…” She muttered, closing the fridge. She set the oven to preheat before making her way to the cabinet. “Why only fish?” She asked. 

“Only thing you could catch.” Cassandra paused at Nero’s explanation. 

“No cow? Lamb? Not even chickens?” She asked. 

“I mean, we had chickens. They just didn’t taste very good…”

“Oh you poor soul. No wonder you look like a stick.” She huffed, ignoring the ‘hey!’ she got in return. She rolled up her sleeves and reached up, grabbing an old cookbook. She flipped through the pages before settling on a savory spiced lamb recipe. She began to pull out spices from the cabinet, glancing from the book to the bottle to pick out the correct spices.

“Don’t worry kiddo, she’s always like this.” Dante said with a laugh. 

“Only because I believe that a certain someone shouldn’t gorge himself on pizzas and sundaes all the time.” She retorted, not even giving Dante a look. Satisfied with the selection of spices, she set the cookbook on a book rack. “You boys better sit, this is gonna take a while to cook and I want to hear all about the shit that went on in Fortuna.” 

“You’re never gonna let up on the fact that I didn’t take you, did I?” Dante groaned.

“You can bet on that.” She said, washing the lamb. 

“I mean, I did take out the target that I was asked to take out.” Dante started.

“By jumping in from the ceiling and shooting him point-blank, asshole.” Nero said flippantly. Cassandra let out a groan.

“I bet you learned quick that Dante never learned the meaning of the word subtlety.” She sighed as she set the washed lamb in a glass cooking tray. “What else?”

“Everything went to shit.” Dante and Nero said in unison. Cassandra rolled her eyes as she went back to the fridge for the butter.

“That’s the case in any mission Dante’s involved, to be honest.”

“Excuse you, it was organized chaos.” Dante corrected her. Cassandra chuckled at the correction as she rubbed butter on the lamb. 

“That’s still chaos, old man!” Nero snapped. As she finished buttering the lamb, she went to the sink to wash her hands. 

“Ok ok, before you two start ripping each other apart, tell me more about Fortuna. Sounds like an island nation if all you had to eat was fish and shitty chicken.” Cassandra shook the water off her hands before drying it with an old grey hand towel. 

“Well, they worshiped Sparda like a god.” Dante began. Cassandra hummed as she began to shake spices onto the lamb. “They were isolated from the world until Trish convinced me it was worth my time.” Cassandra snorted. That was quite the interesting way to say that Trish got him involved by going to Fortuna with the Devil Sword Sparda in hand. “So I went, took out some demons, and called it a day!”

“That’s not what happened and you know it.” Nero hissed. 

“Oh yeah, I met this kid.” 

“Dante!” 

“I will take your heads and slam them against each other like coconuts if you two keep hissing at each other like cats.” Cassandra reminded them, closing the bottles of spices. She took the glass pan and slid it into the oven, quickly setting the oven to cook for half an hour. She put the spices away into the cabinet. 

“Aww, Cass, I taught you better than that.” Dante teased, the kind of tease that she knew would just rile her up. 

“You know what Dante? You’re right.” Cassandra whipped around. “How about a spar, Nero?” 

“Wait, what?” 

“Dante picked you up for a reason, didn’t he?” Cassandra asked. “And the lamb’s gonna cook for half an hour, so we have time to spare for a friendly assessment of skill.” Nero looked to Dante.

“Does she do this with everyone?”

“Yep.” Dante grinned. “She did it with me.” 

“Sort of. We were hunting the same demon together when we first met and he offered me a place here. And Lady has a goddamn bazooka gun. I am not touching that with a ten foot pole because I will lose. But if it’s just sword versus sword, then I’ll go for it.” Cassandra explained. Nero stood up, taking the sword off his back. 

“You want a brawl, I’ll give you one.” 

“Oh, I think I’ll like you.” Cassandra led the way to the sparring room with Nero at her tail. “Hey Dante! You’re mediating if things get too rough!” She called. Dante laughed as they entered the sparring room. Astra snapped into her hand, she noted the lack of a response from Nero. As he took his spot on the other side of the room, he swung out his sword. 

“You ready?” Nero growled.

“Gotta lay down some ground rules. I might pride myself on my resilience but I know damn well I’m not a cambion like you or Dante, magic sword or otherwise.” Cassandra pointed out. “No guns, it’s just sword versus sword. Your…” She gestured to the sword in Nero’s hand.

“Red Queen.”

“Her against my Astra.” She gave her rapier a twirl to emphasize it. Nero focused on the rapier. 

“Doesn’t look like much.”

“Maybe, but it can pack a punch.” She glanced to Red Queen. “What about your sword? Certainly looks prettier than Rebellion, I’ll give her that.” She ignored the ‘hey!’ from Dante, who was leaning against the wall. “Unless she’s all show and no bite.” Nero scowled at that, slamming the tip of Red Queen into the ground. With a twist of his hand, the sword revved to life with flames encasing the blade. 

“You done talking shit?” He growled. Cassandra grinned. 

“This is gonna be fun. Let’s see why Dante picked you up!” With that, she sprinted forward. Nero swung Red Queen to his side, the two blades meeting. Cassandra strained to keep steady against Red Queen, the heat of flames encompassing the blade oppressive. Nero pushed her back, the tip of Red Queen slicing into her sleeve. She hissed from the cut but didn’t take long to focus on it. Nero charged forward, making her step to the side. He swung Red Queen to his back, once again hitting the rapier. She had to admit, Nero was skilled in fighting. She kicked against his back, using him as a jumping point to give herself distance between her and Nero. Ignoring the cheer from Dante, Nero twisted his hand against the handle of Red Queen to make the blade flare to life. 

“Hey Nero! Do you do parties, because that’s one hell of a party trick!” 

“Fuck off!” He rushed forward, Cassandra barely managing to dodge the swipe from Red Queen. She gave him a hard kick in the chest, earning a grunt from the younger hunter.

“Control your fire or you’ll get burned!” She yelled, just moments before Red Queen sliced forward again. Astra caught the blade a moment too late, sending the rapier flying out of her hands. Cassandra huffed, resummoning Astra to her side. She had to admit, he caught her off-guard with that maneuver. She held up Astra to block another swing, only for Nero to kick Astra out of her hands. She winced at the kick.

“You little shit…” She grumbled, holding her hand. “Alright, alright, I yield.” 

“Good job kid, you beat me and my sis.” Nero looked at Dante, then to Cassandra, and then back to Dante visibly confused.

“I kinda adopted him as the older brother I never had.” Cassandra quickly explained, Astra disappearing to silver light. “I still have pictures of us back when I first met him. He had no taste in fashion.” 

“And still doesn’t.” Nero mused, hooking Red Queen back onto his back. 

“Hey!” Dante pouted. 

“Look, nothing tops bad fashion by Dante then the time you only had the chest strap of your coat as a shirt.” Cassandra pointed out as she stood back up. “With that being said, I believe the lamb’s done cooking.” With that, casually ignoring the mock hurt on Dante’s face (and Nero’s own expression of disgust at the thought), Cassandra strode back to the kitchen to serve lunch. 

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Cassandra watched as Nero walked away from Devil May Cry, the young man disappearing around the corner illuminated by the setting sun. Nero was a bit rough around the edges but she could tell, there was an admirable young man behind the roughness. 

An admirable young man that shared quite a few traits with Dante. 

It wasn’t something she missed during her interactions with him. Aside from physical traits (the white hair, blue eyes that looked particularly similar to Dante, the obvious sign of devil blood in his veins if that arm was anything to go by), it was the attitude she got from him. He was, relatively speaking, shyer than Dante but there were still moments where it shone through. 

As she closed the door, she looked to Dante. He was leaning against the desk, looking to the packed up neon sign that awaited to be delivered to Fortuna. 

“Alright Dante, who’s the mom?” Cassandra asked, crossing her arms. Dante didn’t respond. “Is it Lady? Lucia?” She glanced to the door. “...whose hand did you hold?” She asked, trying to get a joke in to get her answer. 

“It doesn’t matter.” Dante finally said, his gaze moving to the ground. Cassandra winced. She knew that tone, the tone that pretty much ended conversations where they stood. It was the kind of tone that Dante had when he went down memory lane, and it wasn’t the fun kind of lane either. Normally, Cassandra would end it at that, but not this time. 

“I think it does, since he walked right in and looked almost exactly like you.” She pointed out. “And there’s nobody else I know who has white hair and that specific shade of bright blue eyes.” Dante looked back up to her, the two hunters staring each other down. Finally, Dante let out a sigh of defeat.

“Ok, ok, fine.” He mumbled, walking around the desk. He flopped into his chair, staring at the portrait of Eva. “You already know I...had a brother, right?”

“I sang you to sleep many nights after your return from Mallet Island. You mentioned a Vergil and I figured he was someone important to you. It was only after I asked Lady about it that I got that he was your brother, but not much more than that.” Cassandra explained. Dante nodded but didn’t say much more. He didn’t need to. “Nero’s your nephew then.” Silence met her. “Look, Dante, I might not know much about your history or any scuffles with your kin, but hiding this from Nero...what’s your plan?”  

“Just...gotta wait for the right moment.” Dante said softly. 

“There will never be a ‘right moment’ to tell anyone anything.” Cassandra pointed out. “Look, I’m gonna keep my mouth shut because by the Earthmother, you just look miserable just talking about your brother.” She let out a sigh. “I am going to warn you that keeping this from Nero, it’s gonna bite ya in the ass one day.” The look on his face, she knew it well. It reminded her of the late nights after his return from the accursed island, when nightmares ripped him out of sleep. She wondered if the events of Mallet Island had made him more protective of her, the sibling he informally adopted. She strode across the room, sat on his lap, and pulled him into a hug. He wrapped his arms around her, sitting there in the stillness of the empty shop. 

“Cass…” She heard Dante murmur. 

“I know I’m harsh on you Dante.” She pressed her lips against his head. “But I love you. I don’t want to see you hurt any more than you already are.” 

“‘M just tired…” He mumbled. 

“Well, it is almost time for a nap.” She smiled a little before she began to hum, her hand moving to stroke his hair. She heard Dante’s breathing even out into quiet snores before closing her eyes, drifting off into slumber as well.

#devil may cry #devil may cry oc #devil may cry dante #devil may cry nero #dmc

[sokoviias]

EVERYTHING IS FINE ! hello, my sundae ice creams !! eu não sei exatamente como começar este post mas vms lá !! my name is allie, i'm nineteen & i love exo !! that's all about me really !! eu tenho esse blog faz algum tempo, mas raramente apareço na tag bc *forever 21 tshirt slogan* my anxiety has anxiety ,, but anyways !! agr que eu estou com muito tempo livre, e to meio que começando esse blog dnv resolvi colocar minha cara a tapa e pedir por plots e amigos ( pls be my friend ily ) !! under the cut vão ter alguns plots que eu queria !! just hmu or heart this if you're interested !! bjs bjs bjs bjs

 - algo baseado em guardiões da galáxia !! ( com oc's pq é oq eu me sinto mais confortável !! ) algo nessa vibe XXXX

 - MUSE A is a wedding planner and they meet MUSE B at a bar & they hit it off, the next day MUSE B shows up at her office and surprise: MUSE A is going to plan their wedding.

MUSE A é uma organizadora de casamentos e eles conhecem MUSE B em um bar e eles se dão bem. no dia seguinte, MUSE B aparece em seu escritório, surprise: MUSE A vai planejar seu casamento.

 - did you just convince my brother’s fiancee to call off the wedding last minute because you were sleeping with them ??

você convenceu x noivx do meu irmão a cancelar o casamento no último minuto porque você estava dormindo com elx ?

 - qualquer plot de monarquia mas moderna !! pfv me deixem jogar meus boys do nu'est e do exo como principes nesse estilo XXXX & XXXX ,, etc 

any monarchy plot but modern !! let me play my nu'est and exo boys as princes pls

 - um plot baseado em hotel del luna / bela e a fera au !!

 - um plot inspirado em 27 dresses / vestida 'pra casar !!

 - um plot inspirado em noivas em guerra !!

 - superheróis ?? yes pls

E TRAZENDO DE VOLTA ESSES POSTS !! XXXX & XXXX ( perdão se eu tava falando sobre algum com alguém e sumi, its the ✯ ⁂ ❄ anxiety !! mas eu to tentando melhorar so pls dont give up on me !! )

#1x1 rp #1x1 br #plot bunny #დ ― （ skeleton ） / wanted plot. #1x1

[get-beached]

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- How does it work? During the week of July 1st-July 8th 2018, post your content with the tags #get-beached and whatever the daily tag is for that day, as well as any other fandom, character, or prompt tags you would like to add. We will be tracking those tags, so we will reblog those posts so that anyone following this blog can see them! Fanfics (and any other content) can also be posted to AO3 in the collection "Get Beached 2018."

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- What challenge? The challenge for Beached! is based on the idea of a build-your-own-sundae bar. We have a collection of mini-prompts (flavors) that you can combine to make up your content. Starting July 1st & 2nd, you should pick two mini-prompts to combine in your content. Every two days, we add another scoop, so July 3rd & 4th are three-scoop days (pick three mini-prompts), July 5th & 6th are four-scoop days, and then July 7th & 8th are massive, multi-scoop sundae days! Combine as many mini-prompts as you want! The more you can combine, the more fun we get to have! Want a bit of an extra challenge? Use the random-prompt generator for some added fun!

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[givethispromptatry]

OC Interview Ask Meme!

I was tagged by the awesome @thewriterandthestoryteller to do this interview with my oc of choice! I picked two! Odette and her older brother Hue!

I’ll tag people up here too! @hads4life, @galaxy-mermaid-musi, @livingdarwinaward, @another-insanewriter, and @hugo-vinther! Have fun guys!

Under a read more because it’s long!

1. How are you doing today?

O: Alright, I guess. I can’t complain.

H: Exhausted. Training to take over a pack takes a lot of focus, especially when it’s all day every day.

2. You ready to answer some questions?

O: I mean... I guess?

H: Sure.

3. How do you feel about your last name?

O: That’s kind of an odd opener. I’m alright with it. It means red and that’s my favorite color. Or it could be the mouth-bit in a brass or woodwind instrument, which is pretty neat.

H: I’m proud of it. The surrounding packs that we meet with every month often defer to us because we’ve been around so long and are so well established. We may not be big but we carry a lot of sway.

4. Is there anything you would like to thank your author for?

O: Meeting Tamsin. Gods, that kickstarted so many positive things in my life. Being given the potential for magic let me meet Deryn and Linnea. It gave me a greater purpose than the one I had before. Also, thanks for having my girlfriends give me the time of day even though they were already in a relationship. I just feel so loved now!

H: I... um... My friends, I guess. I know (due to fourth wall breakage) I didn’t really have a lot of them when you thought of me but I have some good ones now. We support each other in ways that family cannot.

5. You can only eat three foods for the rest of your life, what are they?

O: We both know the first one!

H: Nana’s tamales. Best thing in the world, hands down.

O: And after that mine would be crunchy, crusty bread and sushi!

H: Mine would be cookie dough ice cream and-

O: No! Hue!

H: What?

O: You have to be vague! Then you can have different flavors!

H: ... You do know that they aren’t going to actually curse us or anything, right?

O: It’s the principle of the thing!

H: ... Fine. Ice cream and fruit.

O: ... Sweet-tooth-McGee over here...

6. Have you ever done or said anything that surprised your author?

O: The very fact that I became one of her main characters was pretty surprising. I’m just so lovable!

H: Me becoming a mom friend. Enough said.

7. You have limitless funds, what kind of party are you going to have?

O: I’m going to tip so many waitresses! Catering from a nice place, live music, dancing, gift bags! The best thing you’ve ever been to!!!

H: I... I’m going on kickstarter or something and funding so many things. And then-! Build-your-own-sundae bar, mega style.

8. Pick one of your fellow characters, what would they say about you?

H: Our mother says that I’m a good Alpha candidate. I’m resourceful, strong, and thoughtful. Also, Tamsin says I have a cute butt.

O: Deryn says I’m an attractive mess, mostly because I’m clumsy but well put together. Linnea often calls me her “favorite agent of chaos.” Jokes on them though! They confessed to me first!

9. Tell us a quick story about something that’s happened to you that not even your author knows about... yet.

O: Hue’s friends once convinced him to dress up in one of those ‘sexy’ versions of a normal costume. He and his two guys friends as sexy traffic cones and played truth or dare all night long on Halloween!

H: I was the sexiest traffic cone.

O: And other things you never want to hear from your brother.

H: Odette used to eat house plants. 

O: I only ate one!

H: No, you destroyed one. You nibbled on everything else. Even the grass that we had for the cat.

O: ...

10. Do you have a favorite hero?

O: Like, fictional?

H: Probably.

O: Wonder Woman and All Might.

H: Spiderman and All Might.

11. What do you plan to do after this?

H: Sleep for a thousand years.

O: Your alarm wakes you up at 7am.

H: A. Thousand. Years.

O: ... I’m going to listen to music and study. Tamsin gave me an old grimoire she found and I have to read it and tell her what’s in it. Also, I have college work to do...

#prompter speaks #wow this took a long time