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Part Time Soulmate, Full Time Problem - also on AO3

After both of them lose to legends at Supercard of Honor on March 31st, a chance encounter leads to Danny and Yuta becoming friends with benefits. Well. It starts that way.

Bingo square B2 Fake Dating/Fakeout Makeouts complete! Title from Hold Me Like a Grudge by Fall Out Boy. I heard that line in March and went, "Holy shit that's a good fic title" and then Supercard hit and this fic began percolating in my mind. 12.5k later, here we are! Also, this is my 100th AEW fic! Wahoo!

March 31st, 2023: Supercard of Honor

Yuta drops onto a bench in the locker room, feeling a strange sense of self-loathing wash over him as he plugs his phone in with a random charger in the wall. He hasn’t felt this particular brand of misery since joining Blackpool Combat Club. He’d thought he wouldn’t feel it again.

He feels bare, empty without the belt in his hands, around his waist, over his shoulder.

He wants to go out for Claudio’s match. He should go out, right now.

But he can’t.

The room is practically empty, everybody else out watching or at home, and he zones out long enough that he doesn’t expect any interruptions.

So, when the door bangs open, Yuta jumps. He shouldn’t. He’s a grown man trained by some of the most violent people on the planet. He shouldn’t get scared anymore.

Daniel Garcia, pouting as always, walks in. “I won’t bother you,” he grumbles. “Forgot my charger.”

Yuta shoots him a sheepish grin. “Oh. It’s yours?” He holds up his phone, attached to the wall. “Can I get, like, twenty minutes?”

“No,” Danny says. He pout gets more intense. It’s cute. Yuta’d promised himself he’d stop thinking that, but it’s not the first promise he’d broken to himself tonight. “Give it.”

“Nah,” Yuta says, scrolling. “You can wait.”

“I need to get back to the hotel, okay?” Danny says, diving over Yuta to try and get the charger back. “I had a shitty night and I lost. Just let me have this one thing.”

“I lost, too!” Yuta snaps back, leaning backward to get the phone out of Danny’s grip while he kicks his legs out toward Danny. “I lost a fucking belt. You just lost a regular match.”

“A match that mattered – give me the fucking charger!” He lunges, and the impact is enough to throw Yuta down behind the bench, against the wall. His head cracks, enough to hurt but not enough to damage, and he’s stunned enough that Danny gets him pinned to the floor.

“Fuck off,” Yuta says, but the bench and Danny have him stuck. “Get off me!”

Danny snickers. “Probably could, but I’m busy.”

Yuta blinks. “What?”

“What?”

“Did you just make a sex joke?” Yuta is suddenly incredibly aware of how Danny’s straddling him. Of how close together their dicks are. “Right now? Seriously?”

“I – shut up.” Danny glares down. “Give me the charger.”

“I can’t give you anything,” Yuta grumbles, and he twists his hips to try and dislodge Danny. It doesn’t work – the bench is giving him leverage. “You’re pinning me to the ground.”

Danny snickers. “Yeah. Second time you’ve been pinned tonight.”

Yuta feels a weird sort of rage bubble in his gut. He reaches up and wraps a hand around Danny’s throat. “Shut up,” he growls.

And then Danny. Danny gets. Danny gets pink. He darts an equally pink tongue out to wet his lips, and Yuta thinks time stops.

“You wanna fuck?” Yuta blurts out, before he can stop himself. He drops his arm back down to his side.

Danny’s jaw drops. “What?”

“I – look.” Yuta forces himself to keep eye contact with Danny. “Tonight sucked. For both of us. Everything went wrong that could go wrong.” He shrugs. “Maybe we get laid. Make something good come out of the night.”

“Is that a come joke?” Danny asks, but he does grind his hips down. Yuta whines, before he can stop himself. “I can’t believe I’m gonna blow you.” He shuffles off of Yuta’s hips and yanks down his pants. “Yeah?”

“I – does anyone say no to a blow job like this?” Yuta asks, truly baffled. “Definitely yes.” He doesn’t get a chance to say anything else, because Danny’s dropped his head down and enveloped his cock so completely that Yuta’s brain stops working. Too much has happened tonight for him to do much more than feel, and he barrels toward an orgasm as Danny shows him his mouth is good for more than just bitching.

He grabs Danny’s neck. “Danny,” he warns.

Danny pulls back, hand on Yuta’s cock. “What?” he says. “You think this is the first dick I’ve sucked? First time I’ve had a guy come in my mouth?” He scoffs. “Please.” He drops back down, and Yuta’s not quite sure why jealousy surges in him as he comes, but it does. Danny’s mouth is hot and warm and oh so suddenly too intense. He inhales sharply as he twists his hips out of Danny’s mouth.

“Fuck. Don’t be so eager.” He grins, finally, getting the leverage to flip them. He yanks his pants up his hips, wincing at the oversensitive drag of his waistband against his cock. “Want me to blow you?”

Danny nods. “Get on with it.”

“I – you are never getting that charger back.” Yuta leans down and sucks Danny off as quickly as he can. He wants to regain some dignity from how fast he came down Danny’s throat while Danny was basically insulting him. It’s easier than he thinks it really should be, to draw cute little whimpers and little wiggles from Danny.

Danny tugs at his hair, like he’s trying to move Yuta.

“Gonna,” he mutters. “If you don’t want to.”

“Jesus, you’re stupid,” Yuta mutters, and dives back down onto Danny’s dick.

He’d always expected Danny to be loud when he comes, make a production of it. Maybe add in some sort of self-indulgent moaning or moving around.

Instead, Danny’s rather quiet. A tiny little noise, somewhere from the back of his throat, and then Yuta’s swallowing bitter salt. He waits until Danny shoves him off, just for mild revenge, and then sits up against the wall where his phone is charging. Their legs are tangled together, and Yuta kicks at Danny’s leg.

“This should be a thing,” Yuta muses, making sure his phone is still charging.

“What should?” Danny shuffles his sweats up his hips and sits up. He leans on the bench.

Yuta gestures to the two of them. “Fucking after the matches. Us.”

Danny raises an eyebrow. “What, when we lose?”

“Whenever,” Yuta says. “If you’re not down –”

“Oh, I’m down,” Danny says. “I’m always here to get off, you know?” His smile is a little cockier than Yuta wants to deal with.

“Cool,” Yuta says nodding. “You really aren’t getting that charger back.”

“Oh, fuck you.”

May 28th, 2023: Double or Nothing

Yuta’s grinning as he makes his way backstage. He’ll be the first to admit he’s got a bitchy little pep in his step as Mox ruffles his hair and shoves him into the locker room.

“From young boy to pinning Kenny fuckin’ Omega,” Mox says, yanking him in and kissing his forehead. “That’s my boy. Fuckin’ killed it.”

Yuta beams at him, leaning into his chest. “I pinned Kenny,” he says, his voice a weird little laugh. “Fuck.”

Bryan slaps him on the back and Claudio pulls him to do their handshake. Yuta feels whole, and loved, and strong.

There’s a knock on the door and Yuta gets it, still beaming.

“Oh,” he says, blinking. The magic isn’t broken, exactly, but it’s shifted. “Danny. Hi.”

“Hey,” he says quietly. His eyes are a bit shifty, like he’s not sure if he’s allowed to be here. To be fair, Yuta’s not sure if he should be here, either, but he isn’t going to kick Danny out before he finds out why he showed up in the first place. “Um. Here.” He shoves something into Yuta’s hand then walks away. He doesn’t seem sad, exactly. Just lost.

“Who is it, Yoots?” Mox yells. “Get your ass back in here. We need to celebrate.”

Yuta turns, remembering his victory. “Hell yeah,” he says. “Let’s do it.”

The paper burns a hole in his pocket as they eat too much at Waffle House, as they laugh and chat. Yuta should be focused solely on the moment, but he can’t stop wondering what Danny thought was so important to give him.

“I gotta head back to the hotel,” Yuta says. “I’m wiped.”

Mox nods at him. “Don’t do anything stupid.”

“Coming from you, that’s hilarious,” Yuta says. He pokes at Mox’s shoulder. “King of the stupid.”

“Don’t be a bitch.”

“Oh, my god,” Bryan laughs. “Shut up, the both of you. Go to bed, Yuta.”

Yuta nods and heads out. Once he knows he’s out of eyeline he pulls out the piece of paper and holds it as he steps in the elevator. He uncrumples it.

Room 413 if you want.

He hits the button for floor four and rides up, his heart pounding. He walks as if through water to Danny’s door, anticipation flooding his entire body. He crumples the paper back up and shoves it in his pocket. Before he can knock, the door opens.

“Oh, shit,” Danny says, stumbling back. “You startled me.” He raises an eyebrow.

“Getting ice?” Yuta asks.

Danny shakes his head. “I was actually going to the gym.” He licks his lips. “Didn’t have a real match tonight, so.” His eyes flicker down Yuta’s body. “Was thinking of getting in a little cardio.”

Yuta grins. “That’s a terrible line. Just get in the room.”

“Um,” Danny says, turning around and stepping back. “I – okay, yes, but I thought you weren’t coming.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Yuta asks. He glances down to see Danny barefoot and toes off his shoes. “You gave me the card, right?”

Danny nods, but he won’t meet Yuta’s eyes. “It’s been two hours, okay?”

“What, are you, like, not horny anymore?” Yuta shrugs. “That’s cool. I can go back.”

“That is definitely not it,” Danny mutters. “I, uh. Sometimes I do this thing where, to make the workout a little more exciting…” He trails off, eyes toward the ceiling. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me say it.”

“Say what?” Yuta asks.

“I’m wearing a plug, because I thought I wasn’t getting laid tonight.” Danny still won’t meet Yuta’s eyes. “Don’t – don’t make a big deal out of it, okay?”

Yuta presses his lips together. “You’re wearing a plug?” he asks. It’s harder than he thought to keep his voice steady. “Right now?”

Danny nods, and Yuta’s knees almost buckle as Danny shifts his hips. “I thought I was riding solo tonight. Don’t at me or whatever.”

“Don’t at – you’re the worst.” Yuta walks up to Danny, getting into his space until his back hits the door. “Tell me about it.”

“Tell – about what?” Danny says. “Didn’t you win a match tonight? You probably should be celebrating with your weird sex dungeon friends.”

Yuta snorts. “Yeah, they’re ass deep in pancakes from Waffle House. They’re fine.” His eyes flicker down to Danny’s lips. “Tell me about the plug.” He rests a hand on Danny’s waist, his skin warm and soft to the touch. “Were you thinking about me when you put it in?”

“Oh, fucking god,” Danny grumbles. “It’s not all about you, Yuta. We fucked, like, three times. Blew each other in a locker room. Handies. It’s not the only sex I’ve ever had.”

“That defensiveness tells me you did think about it,” Yuta murmurs. He doesn’t want to admit he’d been waiting for this opportunity since Supercard, that he’d been unable to see Danny or watch one of his matches without getting a little hard. “We didn’t kiss last times.”

“We didn’t,” Danny breathes, and the movement bumps his lower lip against Yuta’s. “You want to stay?”

“I want to see the plug,” Yuta says, his lip brushing Danny’s again.

“Fuck it,” Danny says, and he tilts his mouth up to catch Yuta’s lips. He grabs the front of Yuta’s hoodie and turns them as he sighs into Yuta’s mouth, shoving him up against the wall. Danny fists a hand in Yuta’s shirt. “This is a fucking stupid idea.”

“You didn’t say that last time,” Yuta says.

“Yeah, because – I can’t believe I’m doing this.” He pushes Yuta back, just far enough to look at him. His eyes dance across Yuta’s face, but doesn’t meet his eyes still.

“Hey,” Yuta says gently. “You can look at me, you know.”

“I want you to fuck me,” Danny grumbles, like he’s annoyed he has to say it.

Yuta grins. “Oh, yeah, I figured from that plug in your ass.” He reaches back and taps gently at Danny’s ass, nothing more than a soft touch, but Danny’s hips twitch forward into Yuta’s with a gasp. “You good?”

“I just – yeah, I’m okay,” Danny breathes. “It just feels – it’s a lot.”

“Tell me about it,” Yuta begs, again. “I wanna know everything about how it feels.”

Danny pulls back. “Want – want to see it, first?”

Yuta suddenly has never wanted anything more. “Yeah,” he says.

Danny steps back and shuffles his sweatpants down his hips. Always the damned sweatpants. Yuta’s going to develop a complex. “It’s easier if I…” He trails off with a grin. “Well, you’ll see.”

Yuta’s head gets spinning when Danny leans over the bed, ass perfect and in the air. Along with a deep blue flash.

“I – can I touch it?” Yuta asks. He doesn’t know why he’s whispering. He rests a hand on one of Danny’s ass cheeks.

“Yeah,” Danny squeaks. He clears his throat. “I mean, yeah. Go for it.”

Yuta trails his fingers down slowly, from the small of Danny’s back down to the top of his ass. He watches as his fingers brush against the flared base of the plug. On an impulse, he taps the top, and Danny shouts.

“Jesus, warn a guy,” Danny grumbles. “But, um. You can – you can play with it.”

Yuta laughs, heat flooding through his body. He’s pretty sure he’s never been this hard in his life. “Play with you, more like.”

Danny exhales, his forehead dropping onto the mattress. “Fuck. Fine, whatever. Just. Come on.”

Yuta nods, even though he knows Danny can’t see him, and pulls the plug out slowly until just the tip is left inside. Danny whines.

“I didn’t say slow,” Danny snaps. “Jesus.”

“Oh, my god, chill,” Yuta says, rolling his eyes. He presses the plug back in, watching as Danny closes around it. “You want me to fuck you?”

“I wish I didn’t, but yeah.”

“Then be patient,” Yuta says. “I’m having fun.”

Yuta thinks he can hear Danny roll his eyes.

He doesn’t draw it out too long, because he’s hard enough to break a diamond, but he does press the plug in and draw it back out a few more times.

“You have lube?” he asks. “Didn’t bring any.”

“Why the fuck not?” Danny asks. “You expect me to do everything?”

“No,” Yuta says, pulling the plug out a bit faster than may be kind. Danny gasps. “I just figured you’d blow me again.”

“You – it’s in my bag, and if you don’t put something in me in the next few seconds, I’m kicking your ass.”

Yuta digs around for a second then pulls out the lube.

“Take your fuckin’ clothes off,” Danny says to him.

“Damn, okay,” Yuta says, rolling his eyes. “You’re bossy as hell.”

“Am not,” Danny says. He goes easily when Yuta yanks his hips closer to the end of the bed. He’s watching over his shoulder as Yuta moves, eyes dark and wanting. “You look good, by the way.”

“Thanks,” Yuta says. “You, too. I can tell you’re making gains.”

“Gotta,” Danny says, pushing his hips back, all demanding. “Trying to get that world title.”

Yuta scoffs as he slicks himself up. Danny’s already so open that Yuta doesn’t even have to do anything, just lines himself up. “You wish.” Yuta pauses. “Wait. Uh. Do you want me to wear a condom?”

Danny turns around. “Do you want to wear one?”

Yuta shrugs. “Last tests were fine, no issues.”

“Then we’re on the same page,” Danny says. “Come on. Get in me while I’m still young.”

Yuta rolls his eyes, but he guides his dick into Danny slowly. He hasn’t done this in a while, not since Mox decided to make things exclusive with Claudio. He forgot what it felt like, to sink into somebody else’s body and zone in on every place where they touch. “Fuck,” he says, drawing out the syllable.

“Yeah,” Danny says. “Don’t get a big head about it or anything, but that feels fucking amazing.”

Yuta pulls back a little then slides back in. “Jesus,” he mutters. “Why weren’t we doing this before?” He keeps his pace slow and careful, not sure what Danny likes and not willing to risk a mistake. “It was only blow jobs and hand stuff.”

“You never – shit, do that again – complained,” Danny pants. “Plus, not much time for you to fuck me right when we’re in a locker room.” He circles his hips in a way that makes Yuta forget his own name for a second.

Yuta manages to recover his wits. “Yeah?” he asks, starting to rock his hips a little more. “Fuck you right?”

“Shut the fuck up or I’ll replace you with the plug again.”

“Sure,” Yuta says, “you could. But could a plug do this?” He pulls almost all the way out of Danny until only the head of his cock is sunk into Danny’s warm heat, then slams back into Danny, enough that Danny’s hips rock.

Danny loses his stability and falls forward, moaning. “Nope,” he pants. “Fuck. Keep that shit up and I might keep you around for good.”

Yuta laughs. Now that he knows what Danny likes, it’s easier to get into a rhythm. He hadn’t expected this tonight. A blow job, fucking around in the shower, maybe hand jobs like last week at Dynamite, but this is so much better.

“Christ,” Yuta mutters, fucking Danny faster. “You feel so good, dude.”

“Yeah?” Danny asks. “Well, you have a decent dick and decent game. I’ll get you better at it.”

“Get me – what’s wrong with the way I fuck?!”

“Nothing’s wrong, exactly,” Danny says, pushing back onto Yuta’s dick. He takes it as a cue to go faster, a little harder. Danny’s breathing catches. “You’re just kind of cute with it, you know?” He grins over his shoulder. “Romantic.”

“Am not!” Yuta says, but he’s not exactly sure why that’s a bad thing. He grabs at Danny’s hips and fucks Danny like the victor he is, and lets the pride and the adrenaline from the night kickstart himself a little more intensely than before.

“There you go,” Danny chuckles. He makes a little pleased sound, bracing his hands on the bed. “Knew you had it in you.”

“Why are you making fun of me while I’m inside you?” Yuta asks. “How did I go from pinning Kenny fuckin’ Omega to getting mocked during sex?” He reaches around and starts stroking Danny’s dick. “You’re lucky I’m even gonna let you come.”

“Let me,” Danny mutters. “Sure.” He moans a little. “Go faster. I’m close.”

“God. Fine.” Yuta strokes Danny faster and feels the way he comes on his cock, ass tightening around him as Danny slumps down and lets out a guttural sound that gets Yuta right to the front door of his orgasm. He fucks into Danny again and comes so hard his legs almost give out, and he leans a hand on the bed. “You got come on your sheets,” he pants, slowly pulling out of Danny. “Jesus. Gimme a second.”

“You’re fine,” Danny says. He rolls over, stretching like a cat. “God, that was good. Haven’t gotten railed like that in way too long.”

“Yeah?” Yuta asks. “Now you’re gonna compliment me?”

Danny rolls over with a knowing grin on his face. “Bitching at you got you to go harder, didn’t it? Don’t at me. I knew what I was doing.”

Yuta rolls his eyes. “You fucking suck.” He’s naked, standing in Danny’s hotel room, and isn’t sure what to do next. “Uh.”

“Come on,” Danny says, patting the bed next to him. “Wanna order room service? If I’m stuck here, might as well.”

They get steaks and margaritas on AEW’s business bill and rewatch the pay per view.

“Okay, that really is a wild match,” Danny says, eyes bright after his second margarita. “I’m impressed.” He throws a smile over at Yuta. “Don’t get a big head about it, though. I can tell you’re getting all self-obsessed.”

Yuta rolls his eyes. “You’re fucking awful sometimes, you know that?”

“Yeah, but you still fuck me.” He yawns.

“I should probably go,” Yuta says, hesitating. “You should probably get some sleep.”

Danny nods, but won’t meet Yuta’s eyes. He’s not sure what’s behind it. “Yeah,” Danny says quietly. “Uh, text me when you get to your room, okay?” His smile is back to normal. “Wanna make sure nobody kidnaps your young, nubile body.”

“It would be so fucking great if you ever shut the fuck up,” Yuta says, and he chucks his pillow at Danny’s face. “I’ll see you later.”

When he gets to his hotel room, he texts Danny that he got there and jumps into the shower. He checks his phone when he curls up into bed.

There’s one text from Danny: night dude

June 25th, 2023: Forbidden Door

Yuta’s used to quick hand jobs with Danny. When they’re both at a Collision or Dynamite taping, they find each other and sneak backstage to get each other off and laugh how short it takes them to come.

Today, though, Danny’s on him wildly. The kisses are less teasing and fun and more demanding, like Danny’s insisting on control.

“Jesus,” Yuta says, fumbling behind him for the door handle. “Dude, chill. Do you want people to find us?”

“Don’t care,” Danny says, biting at Yuta’s neck. Yuta manages to push the door open and the two of them fall over each other into the locker room.

“What,” says a familiar voice, “the eff?”

Yuta tilts his head backwards and sees Matt Jackson staring at them. “Shit.”

“Are you trying to jump us after our match or somethin’?” Hangman stands up, and he looks even bigger from down on the floor. Yuta shoves Danny off of him. “And what’s he doing here?”

Yuta scrambles to his feet. “Wrong room,” he says, glancing over and willing Danny to get his ass up and out the door. “Also, where’s your shirt?”

“I – don’t – get out of our locker room,” Matt says, flaming bright red. He crosses his arms over his chest, which Yuta finds funny since the two of them earlier that night were beating the shit out of each other. Yuta does notice a few newly red marks on his neck and chest, though, which might be what Matt's trying to hide.

“Sorry, man,” Danny says, brushing off his shirt. “Uh, let’s go. Discuss that. Pure rules match.” Yuta watches as Danny looks both Matt and Hangman up and down, then shake his head. Before Yuta can make fun of him about it, though, he grabs Yuta’s hand and yanks him away, and Yuta doesn’t get the chance to even close the door.

“This’ll work,” Danny says, spying a bathroom.

“People need to – we are not fucking in a bathroom!” But Yuta pulls the door shut and locks it. “Fuck, you’re, like, raring to go.” He presses the heel of his palm on Danny’s dick. “Losing get you off or something?”

Danny spins them and slams Yuta against the door. “Shut up,” Danny grumbles. “You didn’t win either. Take off your pants.”

Yuta shoves his pants down his hips, then shoves his hand into Danny’s sweats. “Bet you’re about to come right now,” Yuta teases. “You really like getting laid after you have a match, but you’re never this into it unless you lose.”

“Shut up,” Danny says again. Yuta can’t miss the pink patches across his cheeks.

“Do you really want me to?” Yuta asks, leaning in to bite at Danny’s earlobe. “Or do you want me to talk you through it? Tell you how good you look when you come so you forget you lost?”

Danny whines and fucks up into Yuta’s fist. “I – don’t know,” he pants.

“You like getting pinned?” Yuta says into his ear. “You like it when somebody big and strong shoves you down to the floor?”

“You got pinned too,” Danny bitches, his hips moving more erratically now.

“Yeah,” Yuta chuckles, biting at Danny’s neck. “But it doesn’t get me off like you do.”

Danny chokes something out like Yuta’s name and comes all over his hand. Yuta meant to say ‘it doesn’t get me off like it gets you off.’ He didn’t mean to –

He shakes his head and concentrates on where Danny’s hand is a tight vice around his dick. “I get you off?” Danny asks. “You like watching me, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” Yuta says, because he’s lost all pretense of a boundary between him and Yuta. “You look so fucking good out there.” He whimpers, chasing Yuta’s hand. “C’mon, don’t stop.”

“Won’t,” Danny says. “Tell me. What do you like to see?”

“I like – I – I like you,” Yuta confesses. “I like how you move. I like how you’re such a prick sometimes.” He thuds his head against the door and twitches his hips up.

“I knew it,” Danny laughs, grinning at Yuta. “You’re so into me it makes you look stupid.”

Yuta laughs as he comes, and Danny kisses him through it. They breathe against each other, foreheads pressed, until Yuta can feel his feet underneath him.

“We, uh,” Yuta says. “We should probably clean up.”

Danny nods and pulls back. “Yeah. Yeah, you’re right.”

They wash their hands in silence, checking the bathroom door periodically to make sure nobody’s trying to come in, and eventually they’re presentable again. Well, sort of. The wet spot on Danny’s sweats is pretty glaring.

“Nah, I do this all the time,” Danny says, and he splashes more water on his crotch.

“Oh, so, when you come in your pants, you cover it with water.” Yuta grins at him. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Go fuck yourself,” Danny says, pushing open the bathroom door.

“You already took care of that!”

Yuta tries to get his heart rate and hair under control before he leaves. Of course, halfway down the hallway, he runs into Mox.

“Oh, Jesus,” Mox chuckles.

“What?” Yuta asks. He’d checked his hair, his face, his pants. “What’s wrong with me?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” Mox says, and Yuta’s about to hit him for looking so smug. “You just can’t stop smiling.”

“I – yes I can.” But he realizes, as he forces his face flat, that his cheeks are hurting. “Shit.”

“Yeah,” Mox says, clapping Yuta on the shoulder. “You’re not into him at all.”

July 23rd, 2023: Blood and Guts

“Dude.”

Yuta manages to sit up. “Hey,” he says, frowning. “Why are you in here?”

Danny shrugs, his eyes flickering over to Mox and Claudio in the corner. “Figured I’d check on you. Do they know?”

“About how we fuck?” Yuta asks. “Yeah, they know.” He glances over to Mox and Claudio. Claudio nods and grabs Mox’s arm, but Mox steps forward. Yuta avoids the urge to wince.

“You here to mock him or something?” Mox asks. “I seem to remember you didn’t win, either.”

“Calm yourself, Jon,” Claudio says, a big hand placed across Mox’s chest. “Daniel would never. And if he did, I trust Wheeler would be able to defend himself.” Yuta smiles at him, and Claudio smiles back. “Come. They need some time.”

When the door closes, Danny turns to Yuta. “I don’t think you can fuck me tonight,” he says, sitting next to Yuta on the bench.

Yuta snorts. “You think?” He reaches up and rubs at his bruised neck. “Yeah, I’m a little fucked up right now. Sorry.”

“You don’t have to, like, apologize,” Danny says, and he rests his hand on the bench. Their pinkies touch. “I just wanted to check on you.”

Yuta nods. “I – thanks for that.” He looks up and smiles at Danny. “I’m glad you came.”

Danny’s quiet for a few moments. Yuta decides to wait him out, see if Danny has something else to say.

“Well,” Danny says, and he stands. “Feel better. I’ll talk to you later, okay?” He leans down and kisses Yuta, quick but insistent. “Bye.”

He walks out the door, and Yuta still confused about it when he, Mox, and Claudio curl up in their hotel room together and he falls asleep alone in the second bed.

August 27th, 2023: All In

“Shouldn’t you be watching the rest of the matches?” Danny’s stopped saying hello when Yuta calls him anymore. Yuta’s okay with it.

“I figured I’d call,” Yuta says. “How’s the show looking?”

“Dick move to ask me that when I’m not booked and not even in the country,” Danny grumbles.

“Not – that is not what I meant,” Yuta says, trying to not get annoyed. “You know it’s not. I haven’t been able to watch any matches because none of us know where we’re going in the venue and we keep getting lost.” He glances over at the door. It’s closed. Mox and Claudio are out doing production work with the Bucks and Tony. “But, um. What are you doing right now?”

“I’m talking on the phone with a dumbass,” Danny deadpans. “Why?”

“I have the locker room to myself.”

Danny sighs. “Man, you’re predictable. You BCC guys really do get off on getting hurt, don’t you.”

“Just – fuck off and get a dildo,” Yuta demands. “I want you to fuck yourself with it and pretend it’s me.”

Danny lets out a little squeak. “Okay.”

Yuta shoves his pants down his hips. He’d expected Danny to argue, maybe bitch a little about it. But nope. Yuta can hear rustling on the other side of the phone.

“Okay,” Danny says. “I have the stupid tie dye one you got me. I – I can start now.”

“Do it,” Yuta says. “And pretend it’s me.” He spits into his hand and wraps it around his cock. He listens to Danny’s breathing for a few moments, staying quiet until he can’t. “How’s it feel?”

“Good,” Danny murmurs. “Not like you.”

“What’s better?” Yuta asks. He’s already too hard, just from the little gasps and slick sounds on the other end of the line.

“You, always,” Danny says.

There isn’t much noise for the next few minutes, just focused breathing, and Yuta thinks he can see what Danny’s doing if he closes his eyes.

“Is it in?” he asks.

“Yeah,” Danny says.

“Ride it,” Yuta commands. “Like you’d ride me.”

Danny exhales. “Yeah, okay.”

Yuta pulls out memories of their previous nights together to paint an image in his mind. Danny, strong thighs and sculpted body rocking on his cock, clenching warm around him.

“Jesus,” Yuta murmurs. “Fucking gorgeous, I bet. Next time you should film yourself.”

Danny’s moan is open and loud as hell. Yuta glances around to make sure nobody’s knocking on the door. “Yeah,” he says. “Yeah, I could do that.”

There’s slick sounds and moans and things slipping out of Yuta’s mouth that are too close to Danny’s name.

“Next year,” Yuta says, arching up into his hand. No matter how tight he gets his hand, it’s never as good as Danny. “Next year, you and me. Pure rules.” He grunts, something a little too close to Danny’s name. “Wembley. We’ll show everybody we’re the best.”

“Yeah,” Danny says. The breathy moans on the other end of the phone are almost too much for Yuta to handle. “I’ll pin you in the middle of the ring.”

“You wish,” Yuta says. “I know you like it best when I get you flat on your back.”

“Fuck you,” Danny moans, and Yuta can tell he’s coming.

“Wish I was there?” Yuta asks, fucking his hips rapidly into his hand. “Bet it’s better when it’s me fucking you, right?”

Danny whimpers, and that’s it for Yuta. He’s gotten lazy about coming neatly, preferring something messy and unhindered when he doesn’t get to do it with Danny. His hand is covered in come.

“Fuck,” Yuta says. He waits a second. “Wish you were here.”

“Yeah,” Danny mutters. “Me too.”

The silence hangs heavy even across the Atlantic.

“You’re on All Out, right?” Yuta asks before he can stop himself.

“Yeah,” says Danny. “Yeah, I got a Battle Royal.”

“I have a tag match,” Yuta says. “Meet up?”

“Definitely.”

“I gotta shower real quick,” Yuta says. “But, um. I can call you back? If you want. We can sort of watch together, if you want.”

“Sure,” Danny says.

He cleans up then calls Danny back within half an hour. Yuta turns All In on using his laptop, and he and Danny swap to FaceTime and watch together for the rest of the evening. It’s too comfortable, too casual, and Yuta’s scared he’s getting used to it. He fights the feeling by insulting Danny every other sentence or so, which Danny returns in kind.

But it’s too easy, with Danny. Everything’s too easy.

And Yuta thinks he should be more scared of it.

September 3rd, 2023: All Out

He and Yuta fuck in the hotel room before and after All Out. Danny rides him with their fingers linked, eyes locked, and Yuta comes so hard when Danny calls him “Wheels” it’s almost embarrassing. After, in the shower, Yuta almost calls Danny baby and bites his tongue instead.

He’s fucked.

They’re fucking.

And Danny looks so goddamned pretty when Yuta’s hilt deep inside of him he almost forgets about his win and Danny’s loss.

October 1st, 2023: Wrestle Dream

Yuta doesn’t even have the time to be miserable about losing to Ricky. He’s pissed off, disappointed, and annoyed.

And calls Danny.

“Hey,” Danny says. “Sorry you lost.”

“Yeah, sorry,” Yuta says. “Get the dildo. The tie dye one.”

“How do you know I’m not at, like a watch party?” Danny asks, but Yuta hears rustling. “I could be busy right now.”

“Are you?” Yuta asks. He’s hiding in the shower with the water on and his cell phone in a plastic bag to keep it safe. He doesn’t want any interruptions.

Danny groans. “No. Fuck off. I’ll get the tie dye one. It’s weird you only like me to use this one when you’re not here.”

“I got it for you,” Yuta says. “That means it’s closer to me. Come on, let’s go.”

“Demanding,” Danny grumbles. “You should probably turn on FaceTime. So you can see.”

“Okay,” Yuta says, before he can stop to think. He switches to FaceTime and is greeted by Danny looking smug.

“You literally are in the shower,” Danny muses. “Pretty desperate of you, isn’t it?”

“It’s the only way to get any privacy,” Yuta retorts, rolling his eyes. “Come on. Let me see you ride that cock and pretend it’s me.”

Danny’s mouth drops open all pretty, and then he nods. “Give me a second. I think I have an angle you’ll like.”

Twenty minutes later, Yuta’s coming with the image of Danny fucking himself on the dildo he bought him, Danny’s name on his lips.

“Did you just say my name when you came?” Danny asks.

“No,” Yuta says automatically. “Yes. Shut up.”

“Oh, you’re down bad,” Danny says. “I get it, though. I’m the fuck of a lifetime.”

“I’m hanging up now,” Yuta grumbles. But he waits. “Um. I’ll see you at Dynamite?”

“Yeah,” Danny says. Yuta doesn’t think he’ll ever get over that sweet little smile on Danny’s face after he comes. “I’ll see you there.”

Yuta hangs up through the wet plastic and leans his head against the wall of the shower.

“I’m so fucked,” he mumbles, and closes his eyes.

November 17th, 2023: Collision

“Fuck,” Yuta says, dropping onto the bench next to Danny. “Just like that first night all over again.”

Danny laughs, a little darkly. “Yeah. Only thing better than you losing is when I win, but I’ll take what I can get.” He looks at Yuta. “Can we talk? Privately?”

“I got better things you could do with your mouth, but sure.” Yuta stands and makes his way to the door. Before he can ask, Danny stops and glances down the hallway. “Dude, you’re acting weird.”

“Am not,” Danny says, and he’s squirmier and more fidgety than Yuta’s ever seen him. “I need a date to a wedding Monday night, okay?”

Yuta blinks. “And you’re asking me? Now?”

Danny shrugs, and still won’t meet Yuta’s eyes. “You weren’t my first choice,” he grumbles. “Zay’s busy hanging out with Marq this weekend, Austin’s got a match, and Anna’s going on a weekend thing with Jack.” He looks up finally, looking so fucking annoyed he has to talk to Yuta outside their arrangement at all that Yuta almost wants to tell him no.

“So I’m your last resort,” Yuta says, frowning. “Can’t say that makes me feel good, Danny.”

“I didn’t think you’d even want to say yes,” Danny says. “Whatever. I’ll go solo. Explain it to my cousin.”

Yuta has a sudden flashback to his high school best friend’s wedding. Emily had almost burst into tears when five people no-showed. According to her, that was over $150 just for the plates. “I’ll go,” he says, before he can stop himself. “Danny, I can go with you. I’ll be there.”

Danny immediately goes suspicious. “Why?” he asks.

“Because – you asked!” Yuta yells. “Jesus, you’re so much easier to deal with when my dick’s inside you. Fuck.” He smacks Danny’s arm. “Shut up and let me help, you fucking douche. Text me the info.” He pauses. “Wait. Actually. Get in there.” He grabs Danny’s arm and throws him into the nearest room in the venue. He snickers. “In the closet again, it seems.”

“I fuckin’ hate it when you make jokes when I’m about to suck your dick,” Danny snipes, but he drops to his knees and yanks down Yuta’s ring gear without further ado. He looks up at Yuta, eyes dark. “Wanna make sure you know I still, like, want to kick your ass.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Yuta says, leaning against the wall. “Suck me off.”

Danny’s always so fucking good at this, and that’s what Yuta tells himself is the reason he keeps coming back. Danny’s not the kind of guy who shoves a dick down his throat and expects it to do the job, Yuta’s found. Danny sucks and licks, lapping with a talented tongue along the slit and the head of Yuta’s cock like it’s a lollipop he won at a fair and he won’t share it with anyone else. Yuta squirms with the sensations. He’s always hard after a match, even harder after he and Danny yell at each other, and he’s stroking a thumb along Danny’s jawline before long.

“Hey,” he manages to say. “Danny.”

Danny pulls off, a string of saliva connecting his lips and Yuta’s dick.

“Fuck,” Yuta says, and he wraps a hand around his dick. “Stay right there.”

“Are you seriously going to come on my face?” Danny asks, but he doesn’t move.

“What, you don’t want me to?” Yuta pants, stroking harder. “Then you should move.”

Danny sighs, but he stays exactly where he is. The bitchy, irritated look on his face is what gets Yuta: he comes with a grunt, painting Danny’s face, and slumps against the wall as he strokes himself to the point where he can’t touch anymore. Danny pouts up at him.

“You got me all messy,” he says, licking his lips to catch some of the come dripping down his face. “Gimme your hoodie.”

“I – no!” Yuta says. “This one’s new.” He throws the hoodie to the floor and strips off his shirt. He’s a little too gentle when he uses it to mop up Danny’s face, he thinks. “There. Better?”

“Probably gonna be sticky, but sure.” He stands up and pushes Yuta against the wall. “My turn?”

“You always ask like I’ve ever not gotten you off,” Yuta says, rolling his eyes. “Like, do you really think I’m not gonna suck your dick after you’ve sucked mine?”

Danny shrugs as Yuta drops to his knees and yanks down his sweatpants. Danny’s already left a wet spot on the front of his pants from the way he’d been leaking, and Yuta allows himself a moment to be smug about that.

Yuta sucks Danny down with a purpose. He knows Danny’s close, can tell by the way he yanks gently at Yuta’s hair, but the way he whimpers quietly and breathes.

“Come on,” Yuta says, pulling off for a second, “come in my mouth. I know you like to.”

Danny lets out a choked little moan as he comes down Yuta’s throat, and Yuta swallows him down without a second thought. They’ve been doing this long enough that Yuta’s figured out the exact thing to say, the way to say it, the way to circle his tongue around Danny’s cock.

It’s been months. He wants forever.

“Alright,” Danny says. He shoves at Yuta’s neck, nearly knocking him over. “Jesus, alright, too much.”

“You don’t have to hit me about it,” Yuta grumbles. He stands and glares. “One of these days I won’t suck your dick and then you’ll feel bad about how much of a douche you are.”

“Doubt it,” Danny replies. He adjusts himself in his pants and leaves the room, shooting a smile over his shoulder. “Wedding’s next Monday night. Upstate New York. Bring a jacket.”

Yuta wishes he had the sense to tell Danny no, that he hates being cold, that he’d rather be anywhere other than New York State in the middle of November when he could be home for Thanksgiving before Dynamite.

But the truth is, there’s nowhere he’d rather be than next to Danny.

“Cool,” Yuta says. “Don’t forget to go fuck yourself on the way home.”

November 20th, 2023:

Yuta’s fidgety as hell as he leaves the Lyft that drops him off in the front of the hotel. It’s a sweet place, small and relatively cozy for something in a city that wants to be bigger than it is.

“Thanks, man,” Yuta says, putting in the tip and the rating. “Appreciate it.”

He hauls his stuff out of the backseat of the car, a full suitcase and the carryon since he’s going directly from here to Dynamite.

“Yoots!”

He looks up as he drops his suitcase to the ground. “Hey,” he says, and he hates how much his heart lifts when he sees Danny come down the path from the hotel door. “Hi.”

When he gets in front of Yuta, he can see some tightness behind his eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Danny says too fast. “We’re good.”

Yuta stares at him until the Lyft pulls away and they’re standing in the cold. “Danny…”

“I, um,” Danny says. He won’t meet Yuta’s eyes. “I might have told my family you’re my boyfriend.”

“What?!” Yuta asks. “Danny – what happened to going Wedding Crashers?”

“I panicked, okay?” Danny squirms a little under the attention. Yuta starts his way to the lobby. He doesn’t want to have this conversation while he’s freezing to death outside. “My cousin Jameson’s always been a dick and was on me for not having a girl on my arm, so I was like, ‘what if I brought my boyfriend, bitch?’ It shut him up, but now…” He winces. “I fucked up.”

Yuta sighs. “It’s – it’s fine.” He steadies himself as he hauls the suitcase over the threshold. Danny grabbed his backpack and carryon, which was weirdly sweet. “It’s fine. We can just, like, lie our way through the night or something.” He grins. “I mean, I’ve smacked your ass enough to have my handprint on there. That’s a thing boyfriends do, right?”

“Go fuck yourself,” Danny grumbles. “Also, I hope you’re cool sharing a bed. Hotel room only has one.”

Yuta shrugs. “What am I gonna do, argue with you?” The two of them make their way into the elevator. “I can’t imagine there are any rooms left in this place with a wedding going on.”

Danny shrugs. “I figured I could get a cot or something if you were really weird about it.”

Yuta figures Danny has a point. This whole time, since Supercard, they’ve never slept in the same bed. They’ve never done much more than what happened in the moment.

“Nah, we can snuggle,” he says, flashing Danny his best facsimile of a smile. “Long as you don’t hog the blankets.”

He’s looking forward to sleeping next to Danny tonight, and wishes he knew how to make it stop.

“Goddamnit,” Yuta grumbles. He yanks the tie out again and throws it around his neck. Another attempt at the tie, and this time the skinny part is longer than the wide part and it looks even worse. “Fuck!”

“What’s wrong with you?”

Yuta looks over to see Danny styling his hair. He’d missed it, but it’s gotten longer over the past few months. It’s been long enough for Yuta to thread his fingers in it, angle Danny’s head, pull him around a little. He should have known just from that, but he hadn’t seen it. Not until today.

“Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

Yuta shakes his head and blinks. “Oh. I can’t figure out how to get this tie to work.”

“Amateur,” Danny scoffs. He strides over, dress shirt unbuttoned and flowing behind him, and Yuta almost goes weak at the knees. “Gimme.”

“What?”

“The tie, genius,” Danny says. He grabs the tie from Yuta’s hands and wraps it around Yuta’s neck. It’s almost too intimate, and Yuta feels his heart race. Danny’s hands work mercifully quickly. “There,” he says, patting Yuta’s chest. “All done. Now you won’t embarrass me in front of my relatives.”

“Jackass,” Yuta mutters, but he does feel better. “Button your shirt. You look like a sluttier Fabio.”

“Who?”

“Jesus,” Yuta mutters. “Whatever. Go button up so we can get ready to go.”

“Wedding’s not until six.”

“No,” Yuta says, pulling out the invitation. “The ceremony starts at six. We need to get there, like, ten minutes early so we don’t hold up the ceremony start.”

“I forget you’re smart sometimes,” Danny says, and his eyes are fond. He claps Yuta, hard, on the shoulder. “Alright. I’ll be ready in a few minutes.”

Half an hour later, they’re settling into the seats for the ceremony and Yuta is pretending he’s not about to panic.

“This place is beautiful,” Yuta says, his leg bouncing with the anxiety. “I really like the –”

“Hold my hand,” Danny interrupts. “We have to look like a couple.”

“You could say please,” Yuta grumbles, but he takes Danny’s hand and rests their hands on his thigh. “That okay?”

“Yeah,” Danny says, a little softer than Yuta had expected.

He tears up at the vows, personal ones Carla and her fiancé had come up with on their own, and rubs at his eyes with a fist. He doesn’t know why he’s crying; he doesn’t even know these people. Mid rub, he catches Danny watching him. He braces for teasing.

He gets a soft smile instead.

Cocktail hour consists of fielding questions about their relationship to Danny’s family. It’s easier than he expected. Yes, they met in wrestling. No, they got together after the sixty minutes they wrestled each other.

“That’s, um. Personal,” says Yuta when Danny’s cousin Jerry asks if they wrestle when they fuck.

“Learn how to talk to people Jerry,” Danny says, rolling his eyes. “I forgot how weird you are.” Danny grabs Yuta’s arm. “Come on. Let’s get a drink.”

By the time the reception comes around, Danny and Yuta are two drinks in each and Yuta’s finally relaxing. With the music pounding, it’s harder for Danny’s relatives to ask inappropriate questions.

“Danny!” says the bride, walking over with a giant smile. “Hey, kiddo!” She rubs her hand on the top of his head and frowns. “I miss when you were little and you had that super long hair I could mess up.” She turns to Yuta. “Hello,” she says, sticking out her hand. “You must be the guy.” She winks. “Danny’s told me all about you.”

Yuta turns to Danny. “Oh, you have, huh?” He can’t fight the grin on his face. “What did you say about me?”

“Leave me alone,” Danny whines, but he won’t meet Yuta’s eyes. “Ugh. Yes. This is – this is Wheeler.” He sighs. “My boyfriend.”

It still feels weird to hear that word come out of Danny’s mouth, but not in the way Yuta expected. It feels cozy, comfortable. Right. Like what they’ve been doing the past seven or eight months has meant something.

He exhales. “I gotta get something to drink,” Yuta says. “You look beautiful. Congratulations.”

Danny looks baffled for a second until he realizes Yuta’s talking to Carla.

“Oh, you’re so sweet,” says Carla. “Thanks. And take care of my baby cousin. He’s always been very good at getting himself into sticky situations.”

Yuta thinks he deserves a fucking award for how he maintains a straight face. “Course,” he says, voice tight. “I, uh. Gonna get that shot now.” He grabs Danny by the hand. “Dude, that sticky situations line almost got me.”

“Yeah, I could tell. You have a shitty fuckin’ poker face,” Danny mutters.

“But, like, she’s not wrong,” Yuta says, leaning against the bar. “You do get yourself pretty sticky.” He winks and Danny rolls his eyes.

“I fucking hate it when you wink.”

“Do not!” Yuta argues. “You liked it so much that one time when I winked at you in the mirror that you came all over the bench.”

Danny flames bright red. “My entire family is here.”

“And?” Yuta asks. “They’re not, like, right here.” Yuta reaches around to Danny’s waist before he remembers that they aren’t actually boyfriends.

“Every other couple is dancing,” Danny says, and it’s almost too casual.

“Right,” Yuta says. “That’s what people do at weddings.”

He’s not sure why his heart is racing.

“We should probably go dance, too,” Danny says.

“Oh, definitely,” Yuta says. He can hear his heart pounding in his ears. “We need to make sure we actually look like we’re boyfriends, right?”

Danny and Yuta have a weird moment where neither of them have a damn clue where to put their hands. Yuta starts out with them around Danny’s neck, but then Danny puts one on his shoulder, so Yuta puts another one on Danny’s waist.

“We should have practiced slow dancing,” Danny mutters. “We look like idiots.”

“You always look like an idiot,” Yuta offers, and Danny pinches a little bit of skin on his neck in a mildly interesting way.

“Shut up,” Danny grumbles. “Just – here.” He grabs Yuta’s hands and slaps them on his hips. “Put them there and leave them.”

“This is the least romantic thing I’ve ever done,” Yuta grumbles. “Step closer to me. This isn’t middle school. You don’t have to leave room for Jesus.”

“Christ – fine.” Danny pulls Yuta in so close their chests bump and their mouths are almost too close to move without touching.

Yuta doesn’t think. He should. He absolutely should. But he doesn’t. Yuta leans in and kisses Danny gently, too softly. The way he’s wanted to for months.

They kiss. They do.

But never at a wedding. And never around other people.

Yuta pulls back, reluctantly, looking at Danny. “Um.”

“You kissed me,” Danny says, blinking.

Yuta nods. “I did.”

“Why did you kiss me?” he asks. “We don’t kiss like that.”

“We kiss!” Yuta argues, but he knows Danny’s right. “We kiss all the time.”

“Never in front of people,” Danny says, glancing around. But Yuta notices a little pink splotch across his cheeks, so Yuta thinks he may not get the shit kicked out of him. “Why did you kiss me?”

“I don’t know!” Yuta says. “Because.”

“No,” Danny says, and he stops dancing, stops swaying. He looks at Yuta with such a burning gaze it almost makes him uncomfortable. “Wheeler,” he says quietly. “Why did you kiss me?”

Yuta’s heart is pounding. He doesn’t know when it started. He doesn’t know why it won’t slow down. “Danny…”

“Why?” Danny asks, and suddenly Yuta’s being walked backward toward the wall of the venue. “Why did you kiss me, at a wedding, in front of everybody?”

Yuta collides with the wall, and he doesn’t hit his head too bad, at least. “Danny, I –”

Danny crushes his lips to Yuta’s, and Yuta almost slides down the wall with it. He slides his hands under Danny’s suit jacket, pulling him close, yanking his shirt to pull him closer. He knows why. He knows. “Danny,” Yuta says, pulling away. “I kissed you because I wanted to.” He’s breathing too heavily for this to look normal. “I kissed you because I always want to.”

Danny breaks into this sweet, devastating smile. Something Yuta never expected to see from Danny, and never toward him. “You want me,” Danny says.

“I’ve sucked your dick, like, a hundred times since March, and now you realize that?!” Yuta exclaims. “You’re stupider than you look.”

“Go fuck yourself,” Danny growls, and he kisses Yuta again, insistent and firm and knee-weakening. He tries to pull Danny as close as possible, slotting a knee between Yuta’s thighs and pushing up. Danny keens, whines against Yuta’s lips, and pulls him closer.

Yuta freezes when he hears someone clear their throat.

They pull apart, almost reluctantly.

“Um,” Danny says. “Fuck. Uh, hi, Dad.”

Yuta’s eyes widen. “Hi, Mr. Garcia,” he squeaks out. He clears his throat. “I mean. Hello, sir.” He sticks out his hand. “I’m Danny’s – um. Boyfriend? Date? To the wedding.”

“I can see that,” Mr. Garcia says, nodding to Yuta, firmly. Yuta stands his ground and pretends he’s not panicking a little.

“I – Danny didn’t tell me you were coming tonight.” He’s aiming for conversational, but he can hear that his voice is panicked and a little high pitched.

“Is that so, Daniel?” His father looks at Yuta and Danny rolls his eyes. “We weren’t able to get here until after the ceremony, but you knew we would be here.” He turns toward Danny, the expression surprisingly familiar. “Trying to hide me from your boyfriend, Daniel?”

“He’s – Dad, can we not?” Danny pouts, and Yuta resist the urge to roll his eyes. “Like, of all days.” To Yuta’s surprise, Danny reaches out and grabs Yuta’s hand. “Can we just have tonight to chill? You can interrogate him tomorrow.”

Mr. Garcia looks between the two of them for a moment, and Yuta almost holds his breath. He doesn’t know what for. But he’s holding.

“Fine,” Mr. Garcia says. “How about tomorrow at the brunch? The whole family is expected to be there.”

Danny wrinkles his nose. “Do I have to?”

“Do you want me to interrogate your boyfriend now?”

Danny sighs. “No. What time is it at?”

“One in the afternoon.”

“Do I have to be sober?”

Mr. Garcia chuckles. “No, I guess not.” He nods to Yuta. “Keep him from doing anything stupid, okay?”

“Hey!”

Yuta laughs. “I will, sir.”

Mr. Garcia nods and walks away, off to a pretty woman who looks strikingly like Danny.

“That your mom?” Yuta asks, as Mr. Garcia presses a kiss to her forehead.

Danny nods.

“She’s pretty.”

“Hey!” Danny says, shoving at Yuta’s shoulder. “Don’t hit on my mom.”

“I’m not hitting on your – I was just making out with you!” Yuta groans. “God, is this insecurity? Is this your deal?”

“I am not insecure!” Danny half shrieks. “You were saying my mom was pretty! That’s fucking weird, dude!”

“It is not! It’s a – fuck it.” Yuta reaches out and yanks Danny in for a searing kiss, catching all of Danny’s bitchiness and swallowing it before Danny can spew it back at him. Danny makes a cute little noise, somewhere in the back of his throat, and kisses Yuta back like a battle. Yuta laughs against his lips and pokes at Danny’s waist.

“Jesus – what?”

“If we’re going to get stupid, we should go somewhere more private.”

Danny glances around. “Um. There is a bridal room.”

Yuta raises an eyebrow. “That’s a terrible idea.” He glances over to where Carla is sitting with her bridesmaids, laughing about something. “Let’s do it.”

Danny drags Yuta by the arm to the bridal room, a tiny, closet-sized space that you can barely fit two of them in, let alone an entire party.

“Lock the door,” Danny says. “I, uh. I dropped a bag in here. Earlier.” His grin goes sly. “I might have had this in mind, even without the, uh. Kissing.”

“That’s what you were doing in the bathroom after the ceremony!” Yuta almost yells. “Oh, you dumb slut. I should have known.”

Danny glances over his shoulder as he shuffles his pants down his legs. “I think this is a sign I’m a smart slut, actually.”

Yuta shrugs, shoving his own dress pants just low enough to get his dick out. He strokes himself once, just to get himself a little relief, but it doesn’t work.

“You open yourself up, huh?” Yuta asks. He grabs at Danny’s asks, pulling apart his cheeks. “Aw. You didn’t.”

“I was being a wedding guest and drinking,” Danny snaps back. “You do it if you want to fuck me so bad.”

Yuta presses him to the wall with his body. “Yeah? Don’t mind if I do.”

He grabs the lube from Danny’s hands, resisting the urge to spray it in Danny’s face just as revenge for him being so annoying, and drips some onto his fingers.

“So fucking hot,” he mumbles, kissing at the soft space behind Danny’s ear. Danny sighs, pressing his ass backward. Yuta groans at it, sliding his dick between Danny’s cheeks. “If you do that, I can’t get my dick in you.”

“Yeah,” Danny says. “Shit. Yeah, hold on.” He pulls forward and turns, bracing his elbows on the sink. He glances over his shoulder and winks. “Come on. We won’t break it.”

“Tell that to that headboard at that one hotel in Garland,” Yuta chuckles, but he strokes between Danny’s cheeks to find his hole and, gently, reverently slides a finger in.

Danny’s loud enough that Yuta has to slap a hand over his mouth.

“Quiet,” Yuta hisses. “You really think you want your dad walking in here after we just met?”

“Ew,” Danny says against the palm of Wheeler’s hand. “You couldn’t have used, like, literally anyone but my dad?”

“Fine,” Yuta says. “You want some random bridesmaid coming in here?” He pumps his finger to hear some truly magnificent sounds tumble from Danny’s lips. “You want somebody to see you?”

Danny whimpers and nods.

“The point is, you’d like it if other people walked in,” Yuta says, and he presses his hand more firmly against Danny’s mouth as he works Danny slowly open, little circles that have Danny panting wet and hot against his hand. “That’s why you get off so hard when we’re fucking at venues, isn’t it?”

Danny nods, pushing back against Yuta’s finger.

“You want somebody to watch us?” Yuta asks, and Danny’s so relaxed, so ready, that Yuta’s able to add another finger. “See the way I fuck you?” He scissors his fingers and Danny slumps forward, Yuta’s hand moving from his mouth.

“Yes,” Danny whispers. He’s rocking his hips against Yuta so insistently that all Yuta has to do is keep his hand still and Danny does all the work. “Want – maybe Mox?”

“Oh,” Yuta laughs. “Now that you got me under your weird little sexy spell, you wanna get Mox in on it too?” He chuckles, gripping Danny’s ass with the hand not otherwise occupied. “Maybe we both fuck you at once, right?”

“Jesus Christ,” Danny says. “You want me to blow my load already?”

“Could be fun,” Yuta says, twisting his fingers to get a gasp from Danny. “Make you clean up my hand when you come in it.”

“There’s a sink, right there,” Danny points. “But, like. Okay.”

Yuta snickers. “Dumb slut energy.”

“You’re a dumb slut too, jackass,” Danny says, and he’s taking all three fingers like it’s nothing. Yuta pulls his fingers out and slicks up his dick. “Fucking me all desperate in a bridal room at a hotel ballroom?” His breath catches as Yuta lines his cock up with Danny’s hole. “That’s a slut move.”

“Well, then, we’re both sluts,” Yuta says. He teases the head of his cock into Danny, slowly, so neither of them get too loud. “Fuck. Fuck. You feel so good.”

Danny exhales slowly as Yuta pushes further in. “You do, too. You always do.” He whines, high pitched and needy, as Yuta bottoms out.

“You good?” Yuta asks. He’s breathing heavily. He doesn’t know when it started.

“Yeah,” Danny gasps. “Yeah, definitely good. Come on.” He pulls forward and pushes back just enough for Yuta to really feel him. “Fuck me good so I can’t speak. Don’t wanna get walked in on.” He winks at Yuta from over his shoulder.

“Did you just – are you – fucking fine.”

Yuta fucks Danny with intent, with focused, firm strokes. He’s got a hand around Danny’s cock while he does it.

“I think I like that idea from earlier,” Danny says, panting. “You – you should come in me. Make me feel it all as we say goodbye to everybody and go back to the hotel.” He hums, high pitched and whining. “Oh, god.”

“Then, what?” Yuta says. “You come in my hand and I feed it back to you?”

The open, wanting sound that comes from the back of Danny’s throat is almost too much for Yuta to handle. He speeds up his hand and his hips.

“Yeah,” Yuta says. “Yeah, I like that. You’ll feel me the whole time we go back out there.” He laughs, stroking Danny’s grip more tightly. “You’ll be saying goodbye to Grandma and I’ll get into a detailed conversation with your uncle, just to make you wait longer.

“Okay, in theory, this is good,” Danny says. “But mentioning my family is, like, gonna kill my boner.”

“Noted,” Yuta says. “Then maybe,” he fucks Danny, rolling his hand on the head of Danny’s dick, “I get on a phone call with Mox that can’t wait. Maybe I tell him all about this.”

Danny comes without anything else, into Yuta’s hand, and it’s – Yuta’s gone. He comes so deep into Danny he thinks he might have burnt a mark into him, and settles, rolling airplane-stiff shoulders.

Danny turns around with a grin on his face, and licks Yuta’s hand dry.

“You were just waiting to do this, weren’t you?” Yuta asks. “You should have said something sooner. We could have saved a bunch of loads of laundry.”

Danny laughs as he licks once more up the side of Wheeler’s pinky. “Didn’t think you’d want to,” Danny murmurs, leaning back against the sink. With his pants down his hips, his tie disheveled, and his shirt all mussed, Danny look like some sort of romance novel dream.

“Come here,” Yuta says, and he reaches out to yank Danny into him. Danny kisses him deep, like he means it, like he wants Yuta to taste the come he’d drawn out of Danny, and it’s enough to make Yuta weak in the knees.

“We really do have to get back out there soon,” Yuta mutters against Danny’s lips. “As good as you were at staying quiet, there’s a limit to how long we can be gone without people knowing where we were.”

“That something you learned from Mox?” Danny teases, and he pulls his pants back up and does the belt. “How do I look?”

“Freshly fucked,” Yuta says. “Let me – get over here.”

Danny and Yuta slap at each other at failed attempts at getting each other presentable and washed up, but it’s a good enough lie at it when they leave the room that they don’t feel too worried.

They stumble out of the room, still grinning, and immediately run into Danny’s cousin Megan.

“Oh, are you serious?” Megan says, rolling her eyes. “Danny, Jesus, you could keep it in your pants for the wedding?”

“Don’t tell Carla,” Danny says. “Or my dad. Or my mom. Actually, don’t tell anybody, or I’ll tell Grandma about that time you came to Thanksgiving high and backed into her rose garden.”

Megan’s face goes wide and panicked. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

“I won’t,” Danny says, “if you keep quiet about this.”

With an eye roll, Megan walks away. “Fine,” she yells over her shoulder. “You still fucking suck, though.”

“She doesn’t mean it,” Danny says, once Megan has walked away. “She loves me.”

“Does she?” Yuta asks. “Because it seems like the two of you want to kill each other.”

“Only when we’re sober,” Danny explains. “Speaking of which, let’s get to the bar. I wanna do some shots.”

“We need to go back to the hotel,” Yuta says. He leans in, “Or do you want other people to see my come leaking out of you?”

Danny goes pink. “Fuck. You’re right.” He exhales slowly. “If you say shit like that all the time, I’m gonna have a really hard time keeping it in my pants. Don’t say that shit at work if you know what’s good for you.”

“I know what’s good for you,” Yuta says, grinning as he makes his way down the stairs to the door. “And it’s my dick, right?”

“You’re the fucking worst,” Danny says, and he takes off down the stairs beyond Yuta. “Come on. I think you have to fuck me again.”

“It’s been minutes.”

“And?” Danny asks. “What, you too much of an old man to get it up or something?”

“Fuck off!” Yuta says. “God, you’re annoying. Go get in the car.” He pauses. “Actually. You need to say goodbye to everybody, first.” He grins at Danny. “It would be rude to leave without telling people.”

He watches how Danny wiggles, just the tiniest bits, as he talks to his family and says goodbye. Yuta plays the perfect gentleman, shaking hands and sharing smiles, until Danny gets a hold of his hand and yanks.

“Alright, well,” Danny says. “We’re getting tired. Congratulations again, Carla.”

She eyes Danny and Yuta for a minute. “Yeah,” she says. “Thanks. And I’ll pretend I didn’t see the two of you leaving the bridal room earlier.”

Yuta feels himself flush as Danny drags him out of the car. “Took you long enough,” Danny says. “What, are you trying to woo my entire family?”

“I’m apparently your boyfriend now, so I want them to like me.”

Danny throws Yuta truly sinful smile as he slides into the driver’s seat. “Yeah? You gonna try and stay around for a while?”

“Only because you like me so much.”

Danny laughs, throwing his head back as he starts the car.

“Don’t crash it with your hornyvision,” Yuta warns as he slides into the seat. “I can’t believe you’re gonna make me fuck you again, already. You’re awful.”

“I’m not gonna make you fuck me. What is wrong with you?” Danny scoffs, pulling out of the driveway. He wiggles. “Oh, god. It’s getting really uncomfortable.”

Yuta shrugs. “You earned it.”

Danny blushes pink and goes silent.

“Oh, that a thing you like?” Yuta asks. “You wanna hear that you got what you deserved or something?”

“This is just a dick move now,” Danny grumbles.

“You’re lucky the hotel is close to the venue,” Yuta muses.

“You’re not,” Danny bitches back. “You probably have to wait another, like, ten minutes before you can even think about a boner.”

“Why are you insulting me right after we decided to be, like, a thing?” Yuta asks. But he knows he’s laughing. “You changing your mind? Only want me for my dick or something?”

“Of course not,” Danny says. He takes the turn toward the hotel. “I like you because you’re a good wrestler and you’re hot.”

“Oh, so I’m a piece of meat to you,” Yuta says. “You might as well date a fleshlight.”

“Nah. Fleshlights can’t fuck me into next week or take me to dinner.” He flashes a gentle smile over to Yuta, completely disconnected from his words, when he hits a red light. “Which, um. Tomorrow? Night? Since we don’t leave until Wednesday morning.” He flutters his eyelashes and smiles.

Yuta reaches out and touches Danny’s hand. Danny immediately flips his over and laces their fingers. “Yeah,” Yuta says. “Yeah, I’ll take you to dinner.”

“I’ll take you to dinner,” Danny corrects, parking the car.

“What? Why?” Yuta steps out of the car and leans on the hood while Danny carefully wiggles himself out. “You asked me to take you to dinner.”

“Yeah, but now I want to take you to dinner.” He wrinkles his nose. “Actually, I want you to fuck me again and then to take a shower. This is getting weird.”

Yuta snickers the whole way up to the hotel room. Danny glowers, shifting his hips every few seconds.

“Are you done making jokes about how I can’t get it up again?” Yuta murmurs, getting into Danny’s space in the elevator. Danny leans against the wall.

“Don’t have proof you can yet,” Danny taunts back.

Yuta grabs his hand and places it on his crotch, allowing Danny to feel that he is, in fact, ready to go again. “How about now?”

Danny presses his lips together, squeezes his hand gently, and exhales. “Yeah,” he mutters. “Yeah, I – okay.”

Danny unlocks the door with impressive speed, then turns and grabs Yuta by the tie and yanks him into the room. Yuta gets straight up dizzy. He hadn’t realized he could get harder, but here he is.

“Pants down,” Yuta says. “I gotta – fuck.”

Danny yanks at his tie and pulls it off over his head, unbuttoning his shirt with surprisingly deft fingers. “Nah,” he says. “I’m getting naked for this one.” He looks Yuta up and down. “And so are you.”

Yuta shrugs and unbuttons his shirt two down and then pulls everything off in one go. He almost gets stuck in his tie, but he thinks he saves it and starts on his jeans.

“Saw you get your tie stuck around your neck,” Danny says. It’s unfair how good he looks stretched across the bed. “Smooth.”

“Get on your knees and stop bitching,” Yuta says. He watches a smile spread across Danny’s face.

“Damn, alright,” Danny says. For the first time in a while, Danny does what he’s told and gets up on his knees, stretching downward like a cat. Yuta’s head spins.

“Holy shit,” he murmurs, kicking off his pants. “Look at that.”

He traces his fingers along the mess left behind on Danny’s ass.

“I really can’t, but I can feel it.” He clenches on nothing and Yuta whimpers. “Yeah? You like the mess you made?”

“I’m gonna fuck you,” he says, tracing his fingers along the mess then between Danny’s cheeks. He slides two fingers in easy and Danny pushes back, sighing.

“Good,” Danny murmurs. “Come on.”

“Hold on.” While the come is an interesting slickness, Yuta leans over and grabs the lube from the TV stand and coats his dick. “Okay.” His hands are a little shaky. “You ready?”

“Ready,” Danny says. “Weird to think this is fucking my boyfriend now.”

“It’d be great if you stopped talking for, like, eight minutes.”

Yuta’s never fucked Danny like this, when there’s evidence left behind of what they’d done before. He’s never been able to slide into Danny so easily, to feel that hot vice around him with every sense memory that they just did this and neither of them could get enough. He’s never fucked his boyfriend, his boyfriend who is Daniel fucking Garcia, in a hotel room before.

He drags out, taking his time and taking in the moment. Danny exhales sharply. Yuta freezes.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

Danny nods. “Just – sensitive.” He turns, lips pressed together. “Don’t stop.”

“You want me to go slow?” Yuta asks. He circles his hips, slow and aching, and Danny sighs deeply into the mattress. “Take my time with you?”

“Yeah,” Danny says. His arms are stretched out in front of him, pressing against the mattress.

Yuta does as Danny requests, taking it slow and dragging. His mind is scrabbling to focus on everything at once, but each thought pops in and pops out like fireworks.

“I wasn’t really your last choice, was I?” Yuta asks, moving his hips in a gentle circle. “For the wedding.”

“No,” Danny sighs. “Wanted to ask you first. Didn’t think you’d say yes, though, so I asked everybody else.”

“Oh, baby,” Yuta says, and he trails his fingertips down Danny’s back. He can tell they’re not fucking right now. This feels like more. “I wish you’d asked. I thought you didn’t think about this as more than just a way to get your dick wet.”

“Yeah, well, that’s a bonus.”

He taps at Danny’s hip. “Roll over. I want to see you.”

Yuta pulls out and arranges Danny on the bed. His eyes are fluttered half shut, a pretty smile on his lips. “There you are,” he murmurs as he pushes back into Danny. “I’ve been fucked up over you for months, Danny. I think, maybe,” he runs his hands along Danny’s thighs. “Maybe since that first time.”

“Course you were,” Danny says, grinning up at him as his heels dig into Yuta’s back. “I’m a habit you can’t quit, baby.”

Yuta rolls his eyes. “You’re talking a big game for a guy who practically fell in love with me at a wedding.” He pauses. “Fuck. Pretend I didn’t say that.”

Danny shrugs. “Do you think you’re wrong or something?”

Yuta searches his eyes and sees no mockery there. He dives down and kisses Danny, tasting the implications on his lips, intent to tell a promise through his own. Danny threads his fingers in Yuta’s hair, tugging gently, and Yuta, with an involuntary twitch of his hips, comes in Danny before he can think about it.

“Sorry,” he gasps against Danny’s lips. “Fuck, that’s embarrassing.” He slides down Danny’s body and takes Danny’s cock in his mouth, slides his fingers through the mess of his own come and pushes two fingers into Danny. He crooks his fingers up and sucks hard.

“Yeah, it was,” Danny says, gripping Yuta’s hair. “But, like. Yeah. I think I was – Jesus fucking Christ, Wheeler – for a long time. But I didn’t know until I saw your face when they said their vows.”

Yuta flicks his eyes up to see Danny arching his back off the bed. He wants to memorize it.

“Wheeler,” he gasps. “I think I love you.”

Yuta crooks his fingers up again and then Danny’s coming into his mouth. He swallows Danny down, stroking his inner thighs, until Danny shoves at him with his heel.

“Of course you tell me you love me when your dick’s in my mouth and I’ve got two fingers in your ass,” Yuta says, breathless. He dives down and kisses Danny deep, swallowing the whimpering moan coming from his lips. “You fucking suck.” He kisses Danny again, gentler this time. “I can’t believe I love you.” He kisses Danny’s nose, cheeks, jaw. Danny’s hands roam across his body. “But, um. Yeah. I think I figured it out way back when we – at All In.” He strokes Danny’s cheek. “When I realized I cared more about missing you than losing the match.” He leans down and kisses Danny again. “We sure fucked up being friends with benefits, didn’t we?”

Danny grins. “Yeah. You’re so sappy you fell in love with me.”

Yuta rolls his eyes. “Yeah. I did.”

They fall asleep curled around each other. It’s just as good as Yuta had hoped.

Mini playlist: Hold Me Like a Grudge - Fall Out Boy Time Bomb - All Time Low Somewhere A Click Is Ticking - Snow Patrol I Wanna Be Yours - Arctic Monkeys

#DannYuta #Yes hello welcome to a fic I've been trying to write since the end of March #They ended up being #precious about it #But also masters in himbology #wtf i like wrestling now???#in which sara writes

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FORBIDDEN FRUIT

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02 HEY, JUDE

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E D E N F E Y R E

"WHAT DID HE LOOK LIKE, AGAIN?" Lilea questions, lifting herself up on to the counter behind me.

Blonde hair, blue eyes and a killer smile.

"I've told you atleast a dozen times already," I answer, attaching the red lead to Judes collar.

Lilea sips at her hot chocolate, fingers wrapping around the steaming mug, "Tell me again,"

I sigh, she sure knows how to get me talking.

But, there isn't a lot more to say without repeating myself. He is just a stranger who just so happened to be around the corner holding a boiling cup of coffee. They do say, your miracle could be just around the corner though.

Jude jumps up, paws landing on my leg, which she scratches at desperately, trying to hurry me up.

"Blonde hair, blue eyes and... did I mention, he dumped coffee down me?"

Lilea sat the mug down, beside her, "Hey, if he dumped coffee over me, I'd thank him,"

"Even if he ruined your favourite jumper?" I ask, standing up.

She thinks for a moment, before shaking her head, "Only if its the green one,"

Course

From the dish, I hook out my keys, "I hate to cut this short, Lilea but if we want those marshmallows..."

At this, she perks up. Jumping down from the counter, she gives Jude a quick pat on the head, "Pink marshmallows - the giant ones," She grins.

Judes quick to take off towards the door, her lead tugging me in that direction too.

"How giant is giant?" I tease, a smile pulling at the corners of my lips.

She sighs, shooing Jude and I off, "Bye, Eden,"

Lilea shuts the door behind us and Jude scratches at the floor as she tugs me down the stairs. A small corridor follows, past the flower shop where the lights have been flipped off.

I slot another key into the lock, unlocking the door then step outside. I then have to lock back up... again.

Jude jumps up, yapping and enthusiasticly scratching my legs.

"Calm it kermit," I mutter, tucking the keys into my bag.

The streets are now for the most part quiet. Or as quiet as small town streets can get. Its dark and so the street lamps and fairy lights have been turned on. Autumnal decorations wind along fences, signs and light up windowsills.

The odd few pumpkins sit on the doorsteps of those sort of peoples houses who leave their Christmas decorations up all year. Theres still a while to go until October 31st but everyone in this godforsaken town act as if its not only tomorrow, but the next bestthing after Christmas.

It's not like im Scrooging on Halloween or anything, after all, its the only time that I can dress up as an axe murderer and it appears somewhat okay. But this town and the majority of its inhabitants are ever so slightly insane. Just a tiny bit. I don't include myself on this list. Lilea, however...

The recognisable ringtone of my phone echoes loudly through the empty streets.

Wonder who it could be...

I'll give you three guesses.

"Hey, Mum," I answer, bringing my phone up to my ear but regretting it almost instantly.

"Eden! You are coming for dinner next Sunday, aren't you?" She questions, voice catching on every. single. nerve in my head.

I think all Mothers should come with a warning. °Cannot understand technology and believes that yelling through a phone solves world hunger°

"Eden? You can hear me can't you?"

I sigh, "That depends, try shouting a little louder,"

She huffs, "Well, are you coming or not?"

I have to choose my next words carefuly.

"I should be able to, I'll have to check with Mauve though,"

"Surely, you can get the day off they work you ever so hard it would've been ever so different if you'd have stayed up here,"

I find myself mouthing her word for word.

"Yes well, I happen to like my job," I mumble.

"Coralie supposes you don't, she often tells me abou-"

Out of the corner of my eye, I spy Bryony, the towns resident crazy lady. If anyone was crazy enough to be out, dressed up to the nines whilst walking a cat, it was her. Jude notices too.

"Should I give Michelle a call and ask her then?"

I am entirely lost in the conversation.

"Give Michelle a call about what?"

Jude begins to growl, tugging at her lead as she watches Bryony and her cat prance down the other side of the street.

"Weren't you listening? About Louis accompanying you to Dinner on Sunday," She states.

Louis Cabot

Lileas older brother who I had a short lived Summer romance with years ago. My Mother remains to this day thoroughly convinced that there is some spark between us. However the last time I spoke to him must have been a year or so ago and the two of us had decided to remain friends long ago. To top it off, he is engaged.

"Mum, I'm quite sure Louis is happy accompanying his fiancée to Dinner,"

"Fiancée? Michelle hasn't told me, who told you?" She demands clearly getting into a fluster.

Jude begins yapping at the old woman and her cat.

"What are you doing, have you got that tv on or is it the dog?"

Byrony and her cat pass, turning the corner.

"Just gone for a walk thats all," I reply,

My bag slips from my shoulder, which I reach to adjust, I lean my phone on my shoulder and against my ear adnd go to pull my bag up.

Jude has other ideas.

She yanks me foward and my phone falls to the path.

Smashed

In my horror, I lunge for my phone, gasping and hardly noticing how I loosen the grip on Judes lead.

And... there goes my dog.

I'm not usually one to be dramatic, that is unless the real houswives of Cheshire happens to come on.

Its chaos. Pure and utter chaos.

I scoop up the remains of my phone and push it into my pocket, before taking off after Jude as she boundes after Bryony and her cat.

For once in my life, I am glad I'm not wearing heels. My dignity is to be preserved.

I follow her through the dark streets, but she is so much faster than me.

Damn it, Jude

The barking stops and I round the corner.

There better be a miracle around this one too.

"You're a sweet thing aren't you," I recognise the voice.

Its him - the man from yesterday.

There he is, kneeling down and petting Jude who's body wiggles as her tail wags so happily.

He looks up.

"Its you!" We both exclaim in unison.

A smirk tugs at his lips, "Yours, I presume?"

I nod, slightly shocked at the scene before me.

"... Jude," He mumbles, turning over her little bone shaped name tag in his hand.

"Are you following me?" My question is abrupt and he looks up from her tag with a small smirk tugging at his lips.

"Y'think I'm following you?" He asks.

I nod, "You caught my dog,"

He shakes his head, blonde pieces falling into his eyes as he does so.

"Y'dog caught me actually,"

Caught him?

"I'm not followin' you, just went for a walk is all," He adds.

I bend down, picking up Judes red lead and land directly opposite him.

"Do I get a name now?" I ask, posing the question innocently.

"Y"wanna know the name of your savior?" He laughs, looking over at the lit up buildings opposite.

"Wouldn't go as far as saviour," I mumble.

He stands up, taking my hand and pulling me up with him, "Austin,"

He shakes my hand as our fingers are already touching.

Austin

"Now, I've been thinkin', it's not likely we'll run into eachother a third time," He begins, hand falling back down to his coat pocket as he lets go of mine.

"Maybe not,"

"And, as you're a very pretty girl, who for obvious reasons can only be a Princess,"

Princess?

Is he flirting?

He's flirting isn't he

"A Princess?" I ask, picking Jude up and wrapping her small body closer to mine.

"Y'got an animal sidekick - only makes sense," He shrugs.

"Mussolini had a pet lion as a sidekick, does that make him a Princess too?" I couldn't help it.

His smile drops quickly.

Stupid brain

"Moving on, don't suppose you could tell me when your free?" He stuffs his hands in his coat pockets.

"How about Tuesday?" I ask.

He nods, "Tuesday I can do, any specific time or place?"

"Meet me outside Thorns, you know where that is right?" I check.

Am I reallly doing this?

"I'll find it, how's four o'clock sound?"

I nod, "Sounds good, Austin," I give him my best smile.

"Alright then, Miss Eden, I'll be seein' you Tuesday," He laughs, "And Jude... keep y'Mama out of trouble,"

#austin butler #austin butler elvis #baz luhrmann elvis #elvis 2022 #Austin butler x eden feyre #Forbidden fruit #Hey #JUDE #story #Love #England #Southern

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happy trans day of visibility everyone, i can now legally be perceived for the next 24 hours

#before anyone jumps me it's the 31st over here #tdov #tdov 2021 #trans day of visibility #trans memes #tdov meme #trans day of visibility 2021 #tdov 2022 #trans day of visibility 2022 #transgender #trans #queer #lgbt #tdov 2023 #trans day of visibility 2023 #nonbinary #tdov 2024 #trans day of visibility 2024

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Fazbear's Technician I | FNAF X Reader

A fic for FNAF, cause the new Security Breach trailer got me excited :)

This ended up being longer than I expected, so I just split it into two parts. The second part should be up soon!

Word Count: 2,081 Page Number: 6.1 Proofread: No Publishing Date: October 31st, 2021

Key:

(R/N) - Your Roommate's Name

(Y/N) - Your Name

(L/N) - Your Last Name

Layout for the restaurant:

You were silent as (R/N) pulled into the next-to-empty parking lot. And as they pulled to the vehicle to a stop, an excited yet nervous smile came onto your face. Today marked a full year working Freddy Fazbear and Friend's Ultimate Pizzeria - the proud holder of fifty-plus human-behaving animatronics. It was also the proud owner of the world's longest name for a restaurant, but that's a lame thing to be proud of, so you often ignored it. The only reason why you weren't ignoring it tonight was because you survived a full year at Freddy's! The establishment was also known for how almost every employee that worked at night 'quit' after less than a week there. A 'fact' that made sense when the average Joe considered how horribly those employees were paid. Those who lasted more than five to seven days, would either disappear a week later, or suffer from a 'freak accident' after their shift. And no one knew why either of those things happened. But those were all lies that the restaurant's owner, Mister Johnen, told frequently. Lies that you had discovered after your first week there. Although, if you were being honest, you had already suspected something after your third day. And, while you were being honest, you would admit that, after your discovery, Mister Johnen offered to give you a five hundred dollar raise for your silence. Which was a lot, considering that you were still in college. And, if you told the truth to anyone, at any point, Fazbear Entertainment would do everything that they could to make you seem like the lady that sued McDonald's. So, for your greed and pride, you sold your soul to the devil you worked for and kept your mouth shut. That, and were no other jobs in the area, so Freddy's was kinda your only option. "(Y/N)!" (R/N) shouted, making you jump. "Gah! Don't do that." You exclaimed, giving (R/N) a wide-eyed glare. "I can and will," (R/N) replied. "Especially when I've been trying to get your attention for the past minute." "Oh," "Yeah, 'oh'. Now, will you please get out? I've got people to pick up." "Right, sorry," You apologized. After unbuckling your seatbelt, you made sure that you had your phone and keys before opening the passenger door and climbing out. You placed your hand on the outside of the door, but before you closed it, you ducked down and gave (R/N) a quick goodbye. "I wish you a good night, filled with nice to tolerable clients, and no car crashes." Your smirked when an upset look washed over your friend's face. "Excuse you, that bastar--" Standing up straight, you slammed the door shut on their face and started walking towards the only other car in the parking lot. It was in surprisingly good shape, meaning that someone had probably driven the new Night Guard here. You felt a pang of sadness hit you. The Night Guards' loved ones would always try and come to you, ask you about what their child or sibling or significant other or best friend acted like the night they disappeared. You always gave an honest description. Shaking your head, you pulled out your phone, and clocked in online. A minute later, you were repocketing your phone, and finishing your journey, you saw a man wearing climb out of the driver's seat and lock the door behind him. You felt your sorrow lighten when you saw that he was wearing the same uniform as you. It was less likely for a loved one to search you out, now. Not by too much, but by enough that you didn't feel depressed. "Hello." You greeted, taking a stop a few feet away from him. "Hey," The boy greeted back, turning to you with a small smile. "I'm Max Zaqurski, the new Night Guard." "It's nice to meet you, Max," You replied, holding out a hand for him to shake. "I'm (Y/N) (L/N), I make sure that the Animatronics and arcade machines are always in perfect condition." "Cool," Max admitted, following you as you started walking towards the restaurant. "Uh... Don't we have to wait for the manager?" "Johnen? No. He gave me the keys to the restaurant, that way he can go home earlier and spend some time with his wife and kids." You

explained, already at the FFFUP's door by the time you finished your sentence. Grabbing your keys, you grabbed the one that would let you into Fazbear's most recent pizzeria. It was easy to find it, considering that it had a Freddy head connected to the blade. Opening the door, you waited for Max to enter before reversing what you did. And as soon as you turned the bolt, your wristwatch went off, notifying you that your job had officially started. And, despite the fact that it had been nine months since the animatronics stopped hunting you, you felt adrenaline start to course through you. "It's twelve o'clock. Our jobs have officially started... Which means a few things." You announced, turning off the alarm. "What things?" Max asked as you gave him your work face. "Thing one: The animatronics are awake during the night. They behave the same way during the day - that means they get more and more active as the week progresses. Thing two: The animatronics have a glitch that only occurs at night, which makes them mistake unfamiliar people for endoskeletons. Now, this wouldn't be such a problem, if it weren't for the fact that Freddy's has a rule that no endoskeleton can be seen outside of the storage room without their 'suit' on. Meaning that if they find you, they'll forcibly drag you to the storage room. However, there are a few Animatronics who don't suffer from this glitch, and there's a way to combat the ones that do." A blaring horn sounded throughout the room, causing both you and Max to jump. With fearful expressions, you both looked at the nearby counter, which had a smiling Helpy standing on it. Instantly, Max scrambled behind you. "Gosh darn it, Helpy! I told you not to blow the air horn when I'm in the room!" You yelled scoldingly. The tiny bear simply tossed the air horn behind him, before using both of his hands to lift up the spare Freddy head beside him. You let out a tense sigh at the sight, and your shoulders dropped. "Thank you, Helpy." You said, walking over to the plastic bear and giving him a pat on the head, which made Helpy's smile widen. You then took the spare Freddy head from his tiny hands and turned back towards Max. "Now, as I was saying: There's a way to combat the glitch. If you put this helmet on, you'll look like a normal animatronic, and will be left alone by almost every 'bot in the building. Unfortunately, the Foxys' and Marionettes' are immune to this, but there are ways to combat that, too. Just trigger an epilepsy episode for the Foxys', and make sure the Marionettes' always have music playing. Got it?" You asked, walking up to Max and handing him the head. "Got it," Max replied, shakily taking the head from you. "Good. Now, there are two more things we have to touch on before I can let you get to work, both of which are law-related. Thing four: You legally have to help me clean the arcade and dining areas, and also help me get every trash bag and bring it here. Once our shift is over, we're gonna take them all to the dumpsters at the side of the building." "I didn't sign up for this!" Max exclaimed, an angry look coming onto his face. "Did you sign the contract?" You asked. "Yes--" "Then you signed up for it. Also, don't worry about having to put new trash bags in. You can if you want to, but the dayshift employees mainly handle that. Finally, I legally have to tell you about thing five: if you get hurt, or anything of yours gets broken, whether it be a bone or your phone - heh, that rhymed, you cannot sue Fazbear Entertainment. And if you go missing or die in some sort of accident, which is really likely, probably because we're not far from a college, then Fazbear Entertainment will file the proper report within ninety days. But they'll only do that if it didn't happen on the property, or if everything nearby your accident has been thoroughly cleaned, bleached, or replaced... Oh, and thing six - which I completely forgot to tell you about: If you damage one of the Animatronics, your pay will be docked according to how much it cost to repair the

dam-AAH!" You jumped again when Helpy blew the air horn yet again. "Gosh, you are so quiet! I didn't even hear you go get that!" You exclaimed, glaring at the tiny bear. All Helpy did in reply was hold out a clipboard, which had a page full of things you needed to complete before the end of the night. Wordlessly, you took it from him, and began to read over your list of tasks. Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, along with their Toy and Funtime counterparts, all had to be examined and cleaned before the end of the night. Lefty's 'only eye' fell out and broke in the middle of the day, so you needed to not only replace that, but also fasten whatever allowed it to drop in the first place. The right Fazbear's Racetrack in the arcade needed a new steering wheel. And finally, the stage lights on stage three needed to be replaced, as one was flickering. Why did you have to do so much on your one-year anniversary? A quiet grumble left your mouth at the thought, and you quickly turned and started making your way towards the storage room. But Max stopped you before you could leave the entry room. "W-Wait a minute, you can't just leave!" Max exclaimed, his voice filled with fear. When you turned to look at him, you saw that his expression was fearful as well. "I have to get to work, Max." You said, ignoring the rising guilt in your stomach. "But what if an Animatronic sees me?!" "Then put on the mask. Although, you might start to suffocate if you keep it on for too long, so be careful." You warned. "That doesn't help me! That just makes things worse!" "Max," You started, making your way towards him. Once you reached him you placed a hand on his shoulder, and looked him straight in the eyes. "As of today, I've been working here for a year. And I've only gotten hurt mildly, and that's was only a handful of times during my first few months here." "S-So I'm gonna be okay?" Max asked. "Yes," You said, maintaining eye contact. Part of you knew you were lying, while the other part of you thought you were being honest. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have twelve things to do today... Well, actually eleven, because I just remembered I have to make an announcement. Helpy, can you please get everyone in Dining Area One, one hour before Funtime Foxy's show nightly show starts?" You asked, turning to the white and purple bear. He nodded his head, hopped off the counter, and began trotting towards the first dining room. Presumably to fulfill your request. "How come that's the only animatronic that came in here? It's been, like, ten minutes since the animatronics should have activated." Max asked, his voice soft. "Oh, Helply's one of only five animatronics are allowed in here. Well, technically seven, but three of them are not only very low-tech, but they usually stick together." You explained. You then started making your way to the storage room once more, and you made sure to tell Max that he could find you there. As you made your way there, you passed Nightmare Chica and gave her a small wave. She returned it and gave you a broken 'hello'. You then went to give a wave to Toy Chica, but a frightened scream from Max made you jump. Almost all heads turned towards the entry room, and you instantly spotted Nightmare Chica bent down and standing in the doorway. "I forgot to tell him about the Halloween bots," You gasped in realization, and you could hear an amused laugh come from Bonnie.

#FNAF #Five Nights at Freddys #FNAF Pizzeria Simulator #FNAF 4 #FNAF 2 #FNAF Sister Location #Sister Location #Helpy #X Reader #Reader Insert #X OC #OC Insert #Original Character #FNAF X Reader #Fazbear's Technician

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graceful-starker · 2 years

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Home Ch. 1

Chapter summary: Everything was perfect. Everything is always perfect, until it isn’t.

Chapter warnings: omegaverse, m!preg, kidnapping, angst.

Peter smiles, kissing his alpha awake softly. “Tony. Tony!” Peter giggles and noses under Tony’s jaw. “Alpha, she’s kicking! Our baby is kicking.”

Tony groans at first, grumbling tiredly. But then he shoots up, eyes wide and awake. His lays a hand on his omega’s belly, gasping softly when he feels it. “Why hello there, baby.”

Peter giggles, beaming proudly. He loves knowing that he’s growing a healthy baby for his mate. “Alpha…”

Tony smiles and leans down, kissing Peter’s lips softly. “I love you, omega. And-“ he pulls away and kisses Peter’s baby bump- “I love you, baby.” He pulls back again, standing up.

Peter smiles and sits up in the bed, watching his lover as he stretches. “Do you really have to go to Japan today? Can’t Pepper go instead?” He does his best pouting face for Tony.

Tony laughs, making his way over to their closet. “Sorry pup, it’s a very important meeting. I’ll only be gone a day though, I promise. I fly there, have the meeting, fly back. You won’t even have time to miss me.”

Peter gets up himself, his alpha’s tee-shirt drowning him. “I already miss you!” He whines.

Tony groans in pretend annoyance, stepping into his suit pants. “You’ll be okay, princess. Steve and Bucky will be here, and Nat will probably come over if you ask her to! And Happy will drive you anywhere you want.”

“He isn’t going with you?” Peter asks, helping his alpha into his suit jacket.

“No, I told you. I’ll be in and out.” He kisses Peter’s hair, straightening his tie. “I’d rather him stay and protect my little omega.”

Peter starts to jump around excitedly. “Will Happy take me shopping?! I want to look at baby clothes, and toys, and their cute little socks, and baby bottles, and-“

Tony laughs softly and nods. “That’s right, angel. Happy will take you shopping as soon as you want after I leave.”

Peter smiles, less upset about his alpha leaving now, with the promise of shopping. “Okay!”

Tony smiles, checking his watch. “Okay baby, time for me to go. I love you so much, omega.” He leans down and hugs his mate, pulling him in for a deep kiss.

Peter whines into it, trying to stay unaroused. His alpha is leaving; there would be no one to take care of him! Once his alpha pulls away, the omega nuzzles into his scent gland. “I love you too, alpha. I’m so happy you made me your mate.”

Tony beams, biting at Peter’s mate mark playfully. “I’m glad too, Angel. I’ll see you when I get back, okay?”

Peter jolts awake, sitting upright and panting heavily. He backs into the corner of the room, looking around rapidly.

His last memory with his alpha is a recurring dream.

He slowly gets up, one hand resting protectively over his baby bump, before walking over to the cell door.

Whenever he falls asleep, food appears. He doesn’t know if a person drops it off, or if it’s some kind of magic, or it’s a robot of some kind. All he knows is that he hasn’t seen or spoken to anyone since he got here.

There are no windows, and the only door is made of metal. If they aren’t under ground, there’s still no way for Peter to know what day it is. What time it is. How long it’s been.

He thinks it’s been a month. This is his 31st meal, and he only gets a meal if he’s slept.

Peter tried not eating, at first. He was scared it was poisoned, or had drugs in it. But after five times of falling asleep on an empty stomach, he couldn’t take it anymore.

Peter grabs the tray, and examines the food on it. A piece of bread, plain. A small water bottle. A small bowl filled with cold broth.

Peter scarfs it down as quickly as he can. He’s so hungry, he doesn’t even taste it. He drinks half the bottle of water, before he he goes back to his sleeping corner with it. He only gets one of these a day, and he doesn’t want to use it all already.

He’s going crazy. He knows he is. His fingernails are broken and caked with blood, from where he clawed at the door in an attempt to escape. He talks to himself, just to hear someone talking. He stopped crying 15 sleeps ago, and he stopped screaming after a week of being in here.

He’s going crazy, because he starts to do what he thinks his kidnapper wants. Just on the small chance that the kidnapper will come talk to him.

“Please,” Peter says, loudly. Loud enough to be heard, if anyone is listening on the other side of the door. “Please, I’ll do whatever you want. Please. Please talk to me, please let me see you. Please?” He doesn’t expect an answer. He never got one when he begged to be let go.

But he almost jumps out of his skin when the door opens.

“You wanted to see me, omega?” A warm voice calls. And Peter-Peter is going crazy. Because it sounds an awful lot like his alpha’s voice. Just…slightly off. Slightly deeper. But it’s warm, and it makes Peter feel safe.

“Please!” Peter cries, standing up but staying in his corner. “Please, please let me see you. Please, I’ll do anything you want!”

A man steps into the doorway, with his arms crossed over his chest.

Peter is going crazy.

He looks like his alpha, too. His eyes are blue. His hair is lighter. He’s a bit taller. But they look so similar… “Anything I want, huh?” He asks.

Peter almost faints. A person! A real person! Peter can see him, hear him, smell him. He smells like danger, but Peter doesn’t even mind. Because it’s a real person, and Peter has been alone for so long and- “Yes! Yes, please, please don’t leave me alone again. Please!”

The alpha smirks, taking another step into the room. He opens his arms wide. “How about you give me a hug, omega?”

Peter is crazy. He runs into those open arms, nuzzling into his chest and sobbing. If he holds his breath, he can pretend it’s Tony. “Alpha,” Peter sobs, clinging to the man’s shirt.

“That’s right, omega. I’m your alpha. I’m right here, alpha is here.”

Peter freezes. He pulls away, tears still in his eyes. “No. No, you aren’t—you aren’t my alpha! I want my alpha, I want-“ he screams as the strange alpha slaps him, falling to the ground and landing on his hip. He was hit so hard, that he’s dizzy.

“And here I thought you had learned,” the alpha tsks. “Fine. More solitary for you, then. You’ll learn to love me soon enough.”

“No,” Peter wails, crawling forward and grabbing onto the man’s ankle. “Please don’t leave me again, please, I’m sorry! I’m sorry alpha, please—“ he cries out as he’s kicked in the face, holding onto his nose.

The door slams shut, and Peter screams as loud as he can. He bangs on it, scratches at it, attempts to pry it open.

He’s alone again.

He crawls back to his sleeping corner, curling into a ball and rocking back and forth. He rubs his tummy, attempting to soothe himself.

“I want my alpha,” he whispers to his tummy. “I want my Tony. Why hasn’t he saved us yet, baby?” He whispers to her. “Why hasn’t he come for us? It’s been so long…”

He closes his eyes, trying his best to remember his alpha. It’s been so long, and the details are starting to fade.

“He said he would see me tomorrow,” Peter sobs, wincing at his throbbing nose. “He promised I wouldn’t even miss him.”

His baby girls kicks at where his hand lays, and he smiles a watery smile. He isn’t completely alone. Even if she can’t talk back, Peter still has his baby.

#home #starker #spiderio #omegaverse #my writing #fanfic #tw: abuse #tw: kidnapping #tw: angst

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skzfairies · 3 years

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happy birthday sooyoung !

summary: sooyoung finds out who is “truly interested in her”, with some embarssing memories being made on her birthday.

time: july 31st, 2021

“today, she will be turning 20 years old, she’s an adult now! is she excited about this?” jisung asked, turning to look at the birthday girl.

“no. i am not, i’m getting OLD!” sooyoung complained to the camera, pouting and crossing her arms, causing the members around her to laugh and awh.

“if your old then what am i?” mark shrieked, and sooyoung smirked in his direction.

“your ancient, oppa.” sooyoung teased, high-fiving haechan who was sitting next to her. the members laughed for awhile, until jisung, the mc, continued.

“today, we will be doing a series of q&a games, where all of us have to answer questions about sooyoung noona, and whoever knows sooyoung best, gets to eat sooyoung’s birthday cake with her!”

“i did not agree to this.” sooyoung laughed, she was the one who came up with the prize, but it was fun to tease the members.

“will there be a penalty if we get a question wrong?” mark asked, and all of the members perked up.

“yes, when you get a question wrong you get an accessory of sooyoung noona’s choice.” jisung sighed, and all of the members screamed in agony, while sooyoung jumped up and down in joy. this will be fun.

“okayyyy first question, take out your white boards, boys!” sooyoung cheered, while some of the boys groaned. “who was the first person of nct that i became friends with? oh, this one is kind of hard, hehe.” sooyoung smirked, peaking to look at haechan’s white board, laughing when he pushed her away.

“time’s up! please turn over your white boards!” sooyoung clapped and stood up and walked down the line, looking at the boys answers.

“mark, no my first friend here wasn’t mark!” sooyoung laughed, and put jisung’s board down. jisung whined, while everyone else screamed in laughter.

“haechan, you werent my first friend, sorry dude.” sooyoung laughed and haechan screamed, which just made everyone laugh harder.

sooyoung continued her way down the line, and none of them got it right. jaemin said mark as well, jeno and mark said jisung, while chenle and renjun said themselves.

“the answer was.....dun dun dun! maria unnie!” sooyoung cheered, kicking her leg up behind her and smiling, while the boys screamed, “i knew it!”. sooyoung ran to the table to get penalty’s for the boys.

“okay, hmmm, fish hat for jisung-ah, blush for.... chenle! mustache for jaemin, money sunglasses for haechan, cat ears for renjun, watermelon bucket hat for mark, this is cute! and frog hat for jeno!” sooyoung threw the boys their hats, laughing at their complaints and walked over to chenle.

“i get to do your makeup, chenle!!!! smile! noona will do a good job.” sooyoung cooed and patted chenle’s head, and chenle furrowed his face in disgust.

“please don’t refer to yourself as noona.” chenle groaned, and sooyoung chuckled and started applying lots and lots of blush to chenle’s cheeks, returning to her seat when she was satisfied.

“oh my god, look at chenle! his cheeks are like tomatoes!” renjun yelled, and all of the members burst out laughing, while chenle just groaned.

“okay okay, next question! what is my bunny’s name? ohh, you all better get this right!” sooyoung said, looking at all the members. she would feel so betrayed if none of them got it right.

“times up, let’s see who truly loves me!” sooyoung said, and stood up and walked over to jisung again.

“hmm, that’s close! you forgot the “y”, i’ll give you 1/2 a point!” jisung cheered, while a few of the members groaned, seeing that they got it wrong.

“haechan! my bunny’s name is not bunny, i’m more creative than that! i cant believe you didnt know it...” sooyoung frowned, and quickly walked away from haechan, who was screaming that he was sorry.

“ohhhh jaemin’s interested in me! he got it right, he’s the only one here that truly love me!” sooyoung teased, and gave jaemin a hug around his shoulders, glaring at the rest of them. jaemin smirked and patted sooyoung’s arm, before sooyoung made her way to the last two boys.

“are you guys just not interested in me? only jaemin got it right!” sooyoung whined, while the members screamed in protest, and jaemin went, “ah ha!”.

“i got it right! what are you talking about?” jisung complained.

“you only got half credit, that doesn’t count!” sooyoung complained back, going back to her seat.

“i was about to say that this question would be an easy one, but seeing that my members couldn’t get the easiest question about me correct, i don’t know. what’s my favorite color?” sooyoung asked the question, and turned to haechan, shaking him left to right.

“haechannnn, i cant believe you didn’t know my bunny’s name! i talk about her all the time!”

“you never say her name!” haechan yelled, leaning away from sooyoung’s hands.

“yes i do!” sooyoung yelled, crossing her arms and pouting, haechan started giggling and patted her head, mumbling a quiet sorry.

“okay, times up! lets see who is interested in me, ha. ha.” sooyoung said sarcastically, and made her way down the line.

“all of you got it right! good job, no punishment for anyone, oh we didn’t give out penalties for the last round!”

“i think we should give sooyoung a penalty for failing at her job as an mc!” chenle yelled, and all of the members screamed in agreement.

“it’s my birthday! dont penalized me!” sooyoung screamed, but it was too late, renjun was already running towards the table and picking a penalty.

“look! they have the moving cat ears, lets do this one!” renjun yelled, and sooyoung quickly protested.

“nooooo, that’s not fair! i only gave you guys accessory’s!” sooyoung whined, for what seem the 100th time today, but it was too late. renjun was already putting the cat ears onto sooyoung’s head.

“who should we pick?” jisung asked, looking around her members.

“sooyoung likes jaemin the most, i think.” haechan teased, and sooyoung’s ears already started moving.

“they even moved at jaemin’s name! oh my gosh, sooyoung really likes jaemin!” jeno teased, laughing at the cat ears moving.

“no! that’s not it, i’m just embarrassed because this is happening!” sooyoung yelled.

“it’s okay soo, i’m extremely sexy i understand.” jaemin teased, and sooyoung groaned.

“sooyoung’s ears can’t be moving more than 30 secs in a minute, and the loser has to do aegyo!” renjun stated, and jaemin walked up to sooyoung, and stood in front of him.

“2,1, go!”

jaemin stepped closer towards the girl, and gently put his hands on her shoulders, and looked intensely at her.

“sooyoung.”

“yes, jaemin.”

“you’re so pretty, look at you!” jaemin cooed, pinching her cheeks, and sooyoung quickly slapped his hand down.

“no! you cant do that!” renjun screamed, and haechan was laughing hysterically in the background.

“it’s my birthday!” sooyoung yelled back, before looking back at jaemin, who was now smiling down at her.

she could feel her ears start to twitch, and she screamed, while the members started laughing and screaming.

“he didn’t even do anything!” chenle yelled, laughing at the cat ears that were still moving, while sooyoung covered her face in her hands and groaned.

she could feel jaemin’s hands prying her hands down, and before she knew it, she was wrapped into jaemin’s arms, and her ears were definitely twitching now.

“and done! sooyoung failed!” jeno clapped his hands, and sooyoung tried to get out of jaemin’s arms, but he would not let go.

“jaemin, jaemin, JAEMIN LET ME GO!” sooyoung laughed, squirming in the boys arms and smiled when he finally let her go, patting her head before returning to his seat.

“ohhhhh sooyoung has to do aegyo, i’m excited to see this.” renjun laughed, while sooyoung just mumbled for him to shut up, which made him laugh even harder.

“3,2,1, go!” chenle yelled, and sooyoung sighed deeply, before pulling the biggest pout she was capable of.

“sooyoung wants hugs and kisses, please hug me!” sooyoung whined, in a disgustingly high voice, and she threw her arms around herself, swaying around.

“awhhhh cute!” jaemin screamed, clapping his hands.

“oh sooyoung your so ugly, stop it!” haechan screamed, and sooyoung turned around and held her fist up at him.

“haechan, i swear to god!” sooyoung cried, before throwing her self down on the floor in embarrassment. this was the most embarrassing birthday she has ever had.

“we finished today with a very embarrassed sooyoung, as you can see. jaemin wins, with two points, and jisung comes second with 1.5 points, and the rest of us have one point, so jaemin, please say some words!” jisung said, returning as an mc while sooyoung sits back into her chair, still clearly embarrassed.

“thank you, thank you, i’m glad to see i know our lovely sooyoung the best, i’m clearly her favorite, as you just saw. yes, sooyoung, i love you!” jaemin smiled, sending a big heart her way, while she just looked back at him, with an emotionless expression.

“i hate you.” sooyoung mumbled, and the rest of the members laughed, this was the most traumatizing birthday sooyoung has ever had, she thought.

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myrwritesfootie · 3 years

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Like The Old Days - Chapter Two - Mason Mount

Who: Mason Mount x Original Female Character Words: 1629 Disclaimer: I do not know Mason Mount or anyone else mentioned in these writings. Note: So the first chapter was just mainly an introduction, this chapter is nearly double of the previous chapter and I hope you all like it.

July 31st, 2017. Arnhem, Netherlands

The weather was quite chilly for a day in the middle of the summer. Not that it was a strange occurance in the Netherlands. It was one of the things I disliked the most about living in this country. I am someone who preferred the sun and the warmth. Unfortunately that was not going to happen anytime soon.

Despite the dreary weather, I knew that I would have to enjoy the summer as much as possible before it was over and before I would start on my last year of education. Just one more year and then it was time to find work. Something I just didn’t want to think about just yet. I actually liked my school years until now.

The voice of my friend next to me pulled me out of my thoughts.

“Iris? This is like the third time you blanked on me, what’s going on in that head of yours?” Marie asked and I quickly blinked, a guilty expression on my face. “I’m sorry Mar. What were you saying again?”

The blonde sighed - clearly exaggarating, the smile on her lips giving that away as well as she looked at me over the edge of her sunglasses, bright blue eyes looking into my own hazel ones. “I was asking if you were up for going out for a drink this afternoon, after I finished work. It shouldn’t be a long day and they say that the weather will only get better by the end of the day. Pretty please?”

I couldn’t help but chuckle. It was an ever returning question from Marie whenever the weather was nice in the city. “Fine, we are going out for a drink, but we are going to bring our own drinks and we are going to the park,” I encountered. Marie squinted her eyes for a moment, but then nodded. “Deal. I’ll ask Frances, Yvette and Sanne as well to see if they want to come.”

Even now I could already tell that the park was going to be packed. The park in the middle of the city was one of the most beautiful places in Arnhem, at least in my opinion. Whenever the sun was shining, it was busy. The slight slope in the grass made it a perfect place for sunbathing but also to have some barbecues in the summer. It was as if a big part of the city made its way into the park and my friends and I were definitely no exception.

The morning at our secondary school was one that finished pretty quickly. Marie and I were busy with our second year, with two more years to follow after this. After that university would probably follow if we were to choose for that, but so far I have not been interested in that. It meant more years at school while I knew what I wanted the most; I wanted to do something physical. I wanted to mean something for people, I wanted to travel. I did not want to get back in the school benches once more when I was done with this level of education.

So while Marie left to get to her job, I went back home. A home where a young brother had been bouncing around the house for some time now because our local football team Vitesse had been having a good pre-season so far and new names had been signed. With the Johan Cruijff Shield coming up at the start of the season, the football vibe was big in our house, with my brother bouncing off the walls. I liked football too but I had to admit that I didn’t like our own competition much. That’s what you get when you get hooked on the Premier League. The pace and level of that league was so much higher than our Eredivisie so who can really blame me, right? So where Sam - my younger brother - had a yellow and black obsession, I had a red one. A Liverpool shaped one.

The moment I walked into the house, it was clear that my mum was pissed off. “Sam de Jong, how many times do I have to tell you that you don’t get to kick that ball around inside.” The sight of shattered pieces on the floor that had previously been a longdrink glass came into my view as I walked into the living room.

“I’m sorry mum! I was trying to score the winning goal.” I couldn’t help but laugh at the words of my ten year old brother. As soon as I saw the look on my mother’s face, I bit my lower lip to stop myself from laughing.

“I just came by to let you know I’ll be at the park for the afternoon and also probably for dinner,” I quickly said, before leaving the room again so I could get upstairs, not wanting to witness the disaster that Sam was about to face.

It was only a short visit at home. While I freshened up after school - and listened to my mother yell at Sam while making him clean up the mess that he had made, I quickly looked through some messages on my phone where the other girls already showed that they had bought drinks and food already for the park.

Once I got the message from Marie that she was on her way to the park, I left the house as well. The park was only a short walk from my house but because I was known as the lazy one of my friends (and it was probably true as well), I picked the bike as my form of transport to the sunny greenery in the centre of the city. It didn't take long for me to find my friends, who had perched themselves on a large blanket in the grass. Many people had thought the same thing as we did. Other little groups had formed on the grass, some guys were kicking a football around while yelling at each other. In English. Which wasn't that rare here in Arnhem.

As I reached my friends, I just heard the last bit of a sentence Francis had said. "- is pretty cute." I rolled my eyes at the words, Francis was probably one of the biggest guy crazy people I had met but I loved her for it. I followed her gaze and found the footballing guys on the end of it. Oh, and Francis had a preference for athletes.

"Of course you have found the cutest guy in the entire park already," Marie said as she waved at me, holding out a glass with some fizzy drink in it. I looked over my shoulder and had to agree with Francis, however. The brown haired young man standing closest to us was not bad on the eyes. They were probably around the same age as us.

It was always good to spend free afternoons in the sun with my friends. For a moment there was not a worry in the world - although my mother would counter that at my age I did not have any worries. Laughing seemed to be the best remedy against long boring school days. I tried my best to zoom back into the story that Marie was telling. "So my brothers were in the backyard, mum kept yelling at them to grey inside for dinner, that they had to stop fooling around. They didn't listen at all, continued playing rugby and next moment, the ball went through the window. Mum was livid." I shook my head, a laugh escaping me as I thought back at the scene between my own brother and mother.

"Your brothers aren't the only ones good at breaking glass. Sam wanted to score the winning goal for the Johan Cruijff Shield and thought it was a good idea to do that inside. I walked in on -"

Before I could finish my sentence, this time I was interrupted by a sudden football hitting in the middle of our picnic cloth and knocking glasses over, the ball ending in my lap. I was too surprised to jump up like some of the other girls were doing.

"I'm so sorry ladies, my friend over there did a terrible job controlling the ball." A male voice spoke up in a British accent. It had to be one of the guys who had been kicking the ball around just a few meters away from us. A look up confirmed that it was the cute brown haired one who had come over to collect the ball in my lap. From up close he was even closer. Dark eyes matched his hair and a smile was on his lips, a shy one at that. He was our age, maybe just a bit older but when he smiled he had crinkles next to his eyes. It was Marie who found her voice back as the first one, of course she was.

"You can definitely say that. He should learn how to play football." The guy standing with us left out a chuckle, even though I did not understand why it was so funny what Marie had said.

"I'll let my friend Mitchell know." His gaze moved in my direction, since I had the ball. "I really am sorry…" he trailed off, not knowing which name to add to the end of the sentence. A very smooth way to ask for my name although I didn't even realise it. I scrambled onto my feet finally with the ball in my hands. "It's Iris. Here's your ball back." I held out the ball to him, his fingertips brushing mine for just a second as he took it from me.

"Thank you Iris. I'm Mason."

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kasienda · 3 years

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The Five Minute Adventures of Snake Noir: Chapter 2 - Best Friends

Chapter 1: I Want it to be You

Chapter 2: Best Friends

Free running across rooftops as Snake Noir wasn’t as effective in easing the heaviness on his mind as he had hoped. And the more time that passed, the more Adrien realized that he was getting worse - not better. He came to a stop on a rooftop, and huddled against a chimney, clutching his head in both hands. His akumatized self had destroyed the world .

The whole world. He was capable of that.

He fought for air in shallow rapid breaths, but it didn’t work. The needed oxygen continued to elude him.

He needed help, and he needed it five minutes ago. He forced himself into a standing position, even as his limbs began shaking. He glanced around the skyline trying to triangulate his own position from landmarks. The mansion was too far away - he’d never make it in time. So it was either Nino or Marinette.

Nino was closer.

He called for his second chance right outside his best friend’s window without slowing down or coming to a stop. He jumped through the thankfully open window. Nino was sitting with his back to Adrien with his headphones snug over his ears clearly lost in a world of music. Adrien wasted no time in pouncing across the room and seizing Nino in a hug.

Adrien had never clung to anyone so hard. He was shaking like a leaf in an autumn storm, and salty tears came down over his mask in torrents.

Nino stiffened, turned around within Adrien’s embrace, and dropped the headphones around his neck. “C-c-chat Noir?”

“A-Adrien,” he choked out.

Nino’s arms immediately tightened around him. He asked no questions, he didn’t react at all except to hold him tighter as Adrien let out violent sobs. Nino just held him until the snake miraculous signaled Snake Noir was out of time.

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“Second chance,” Adrien whispered. And he was outside the window once again, but he doesn’t do anything different in the next loop. He just throws himself into Nino’s startled embrace, tells him he’s Adrien, and every time, Nino’s arms tighten around him. And it got worse before it got better. Adrien would have lost track of how many loops he had gone through if the snake didn’t magically make it impossible to forget. But after twenty-six loops of Nino’s solid consistent response Adrien’s panic finally subsided a bit and he was eventually able to gain control of both his breathing and his tears.

“Dude, are you okay?” Nino asked. He pulled back a little, but his arms were still on Snake Noir’s shoulders.

“No,” Adrien said. Even that one word was hard to get out. His voice sounded shaky to his own ears.

“What happened?” Nino asked, and Adrien is grateful that Nino isn’t asking a million questions about his being Chat Noir.

“Today Ladybug told me why she’s never been able to tell me her identity or let me tell her mine.”

Nino nodded.

Adrien spoke rapidly, knowing he was on a time limit. “Apparently, our knowing each other leads to my akumatization. And as an akuma,” his voice broke as sobs choked off his air supply once again.

“It’s okay, dude. Take your time.”

Adrien sucked in a shuddering breath, and tried again. “As an akuma, I destroyed the world.”

Nino blinked at him. “W-what?”

”The whole freaking world, Nino.” Adrien rocked himself back and forth until Nino pulled him into another hug and took over the soothing motion. “I’m so scared, Nino,” Adrien cried into Nino’s shoulder, his whole body shaking like an earthquake. “I don’t want to be capable of that. That I could be responsible for the destruction of the whole world?!”

“You’re not responsible for your akuma,” Nino objected harshly.

Adrien tore away from Nino’s embrace, though he immediately regretted it. His transformed claws tried to tear through his hair, but were met only with the smooth cap of the snake half of his transformation. “But like, it makes me afraid of my feelings, which then just sends me into more of a panic and probably more likely to get akumatized! Nino, I don’t know what to do!”

His breathing sped up again. It was too fast - like a car headed for a tight corner on a cliff when the brakes were out. Adrien being aware of it did nothing to help slow his breathing back down. He was going to pass out and then he wouldn’t be able to reset the timer, and Nino would know everything. And even though Ladybug had granted permission, if someone knowing his identity could bring on the apocalypse, how could he ever risk it?

And did that mean he would never be able to share his identity with anyone ? Not Ladybug? Not his friends? Not even a future partner?

“Dude! Breathe!”

Adrien tried, but he just kept hyperventilating.

Then the snake bracelet started beeping again, and his panic sky-rocketed. It was too soon. Five minutes just wasn’t enough time.

Nino glanced at it, and then gripped Adrien’s hand firmly. “Dude, breathe in with me okay?” Adrien locked onto Nino’s golden eyes and nodded. Nino took in a deep slow breath and Adrien followed suit. “And out.”

And they did this for three more breaths.

“I’m not going to remember this, am I?” Nino said.

“I’m sorry, Nino,” Adrien cried. “Can I have your permission to erase your memory all the time? I know it’s not a fair thing to ask.”

Nino tightened his grip. “As often and as many times as you need, dude. Don’t ever hesitate. And don’t leave here tonight until you’re okay, okay?”

Adrien cried harder. “You trust me that much?” He could almost understand it with Ladybug. They trusted each other in life and death situations on the regular, but Nino too?! Adrien didn’t know what he had done to earn such friends.

“Yeah, man. Of course.”

Chat clung to Nino harder. He had some amazing people in his life. “Second chance.”

And this time when Snake Noir is outside Nino’s window for the 28th time, he doesn’t go in. He lets himself just sit on the window sill focusing on getting his breathing under control while Nino stays lost in his music. Just being able to see him, calmed Adrien down.

By the 31st loop, Adrien is able to swing himself into the room without immediately tackling his friend from behind. But he makes a point of landing with a loud thump.

Nino jumped ten centimeters out of his chair. Adrien almost laughed. Almost.

“Chat Noir! Is there an akuma? Do you guys need Carapace?”

Every muscle in his body tensed. Shit . “You’re a temporary hero?”

Nino paled. “Oh no! I thought that was why you were here. It meant that you already knew! Ladybug is going to kill me!”

“Nino, it’s fine.” And he was confident that it was. His lady trusted him as much as Nino did. It was only her identity he couldn’t know. He knew most of them at this point. Now, it was just hers, the new Queen Bee, and Rena Rouge that he didn’t know. “I actually came for a different reason. A personal reason.”

“A… uh… personal reason?” his friend stuttered, his golden gaze glancing nervously towards the cat themed hero who had landed unexpectedly in Nino’s bedroom. “I don’t know how to say this, man, but I have a girlfriend. And yeah, you’re hot as hell-”

Adrien’s cheeks were on fire.

“-but I love her and I won’t cheat on her. Not even… with a superhero.”

Adrien shook his head rapidly with his hands up echoing the gesture. “I’m super flattered, Nino, but I was not here for a hookup either.”

“Oh… umm…” And now it was Nino who was super embarrassed, his hands fiddling with his headphones at his neck. “Then, how can I help you?”

“I… uh… just came to talk.”

“Talk,” Nino repeated flatly. “With me?”

“Well, you are my best friend,” Adrien said, and then just waited.

Nino’s face went through a comical flash of expressions so fast that Adrien couldn't identify any of them. “A-Adrien?!”

“Hi?”

Nino buried his face into his hands.

“Are you okay?”

“Fine, dude,” he mumbled. “Just embarrassed.”

“I said I was flattered.”

“I can’t believe I thought you were here to proposition me.”

“I mean, you do look pretty amazing in green,” Adrien teased, pulling out his most charming Chat Noir smile.

“Dude!” Nino objected, burying his face in his hands. “Please erase the last three minutes of my life.”

Adrien took pity on him. “That can be arranged.” He held up the bracelet on his wrist.

Nino wilted at the sight. “I’m not going to remember this?”

Adrien barked a genuine laugh. It felt good. “So you do want to remember, then?”

“Dumb shit should definitely be remembered,” Nino told him, but then turned serious. “So, if we’re on a timer, did you have something specific you wanted to talk about?”

Adrien shrugged and took a seat on Nino’s bed. “Ladybug told someone her identity when she was having a personal crisis. She suggested I do the same.”

“But then why don’t you want me to remember?”

Adrien rubbed the back of his neck, looking for the words to explain. He didn’t have time for the whole Chat Blanc explanation and he definitely didn’t want to start crying and undo all the work Nino had managed to pull off in just a few hours even if he didn’t remember any of it. “I guess the identity rule has been drilled into my head so severely that it’s hard for me to break it?”

Nino grinned. “So you’re taking, like, baby steps!”

Adrien grinned. “Yes! Exactly! Testing it out.”

“It’s super cool that you’re Chat Noir! You have no idea how happy it makes me that you can escape your golden prison if you need to.”

The bracelet started beeping. “Whelp! It looks like my carriage is going to turn back into a pumpkin! Thank you, Nino.”

Nino smiled, and gave Adrien the head nod. “Anytime, mec. Anytime.”

“Second chance.”

Then Chat Noir was outside the open window again and Nino was once again lost in his world of music.

“One more time,” he told himself, launching himself over the window sill and into the room with the same loud thud.

“Chat Noir! Is there an akuma? Do you guys need Carapace?”

Snake Noir shook his head. “Not this time, Donashello. But your best bro needs ordinary Nino.”

Nino paled. “Did something happen to Adrien? Did his father hurt him? Does he need a place to stay? He can totally room with me if needed. I’ve already discussed it with my parents. They’re cool with it.”

“Y-you have?” Adrien stuttered, taken aback by how much Nino worried about him, but also apparently planned for him. And now Adrien’s eyes were burning once again underneath his mask, but for an entirely different reason.

Nino stood up and hovered awkwardly. “You okay, dude?”

“I’m fine, Nino.” Adrien managed a huge smile, and yanked Nino into a hug. Nino remained awkwardly limp in his arms. “I just didn’t realize you worried about me like this. You have it worked out with your parents that I can just... stay here? Like whenever?”

“A-Adrien?!”

“In the flesh!”

Nino finally enthusiastically returned his hug. “Dude! No way! You’re Chat Noir?!”

“The one and only!”

“This is so cool! And then Nino paled and pulled away. “Why are you telling me this now? I thought secret identities had to remain secret. Are you okay?”

“I’m doing a lot better thanks to you and the snake.”

Nino glanced at his altered transformation. “Oh. I’m not going to remember?”

Adrien wilted. “I wish I could tell you. Turns out knowing my identity specifically might be really dangerous.”

“I get it, dude. I’m a target of Hawkmoth, too.”

Chat frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Hawkmoth has made a copy of me twice now. Once as Nino and another as Bubbler.”

Chat Noir winced. Right, the Carapace sentimonster was Nino. “I hadn’t even thought about how you might feel about that. I’m sorry. I’ve been too wrapped up in my own head. What does it feel like to be impersonated?”

“It sucks. I worry that he’ll do it again. And that my friends and family will trust the imposter. And then become hostages or worse!”

Adrien nodded. “Yeah, I don’t know what I’d do if Hawkmoth used my family against me like that.” And it felt good to be the one listening and supporting for once, even if Nino wouldn’t remember. “What can we do?”

Nino shrugged. “I don’t know man. Ladybug was able to catch my imposter because he didn’t interact with Alya the way I normally do.”

Adrien’s brain was whirling. He could definitely fix this - or at least mitigate it. He just needed to talk to Alya and she would get Nino set up with everyone in his life with some kind of password or something.

His bracelet beeped it’s first warning.

“Thank you, Nino.”

Nino’s eyebrows scrunched together in bafflement. “What for?”

“For tonight. We’ve actually gone through this same five minutes 32 times now.”

“Thirty-two?!” Nino repeated. “Dude! That’s like… what?”

“Almost three hours,” Adrien filled in. “I wasn’t in a great space when I got here the first time. That’s what I’m saying. You told me not to leave until I felt okay.”

Nino hugged him again. “I take it you’re doing better now?”

“Much better now. You talked me through the worst panic attack I’ve ever had, and then you made me laugh when you thought I was here to proposition you.”

“I did what ?”

“You thought I was here to sweep you off your feet!” Adrien teased.

Nino buried his face in his hands. “Please never tell me that I did that again.”

Chat barked a laugh. “Apparently, you think I’m hot as hell.”

“But you already knew that,” Nino argued.

“I didn’t, actually. But if it makes you feel better, I’m apparently no competition for one Alya Césaire. You would have turned me down cold.”

Nino laughed. “Oh man, I would get so many brownie points for turning down a superhero for her.”

“Either that, or she’d hit you upside the head for being an idiot.” The miraculous was now rapidly beeping. “I'm out of time. Thanks Nino, for talking me down tonight.”

Nino grinned. “Anytime, bro. Come by anytime. I mean it. Even if I won’t remember. Any time. ”

“Thanks man. I’ll totally take you up on that.”

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vindicatedvirgil · 3 years

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new year’s first kiss

Summary: After a tumultuous year, Virgil and Remus start the new one in the best way possible.

Ship: Dukexiety (Remus x Virgil)

Warnings: Romantic Dukexiety, mentions of a panic attack, mentions of fireworks, mentions of a small party with drinking, food mention. background Loceit and Royality. first kiss. new year’s kiss.

Word Count: 1354

Author’s Note: What better way to end the year than by writing a soft fic about my two favorite boys? Sanders Sides has been such a big part of my year, who knows if I would have made it through without the series and all of the friends I've made because of it. Happy New Years, folks! thanks for making 2020 suck a little bit less.

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Virgil perched himself on top of one of the few empty counters left in the kitchen. Everyone else was crowded on the enclosed balcony, poppers and handheld fireworks in hand, but it had become too much all at once, so he crossed his legs, his head leaning against the cabinets. He hoped that Logan and Janus wouldn’t mind (he did this all the time anyways). He could hear neighbors a few blocks away setting off the big illegal fireworks, and he gripped his mug of gatorade a bit tighter.

He thought about heading home, but the group had agreed to pile onto the floor of Logan and Janus’ apartment (although he had concerns about Roman and Patton getting a little handsy, especially since he had spotted them taking shots earlier) and wake up as late as possible then go to the shitty diner down the block for brunch. Virgil didn’t want to let his friends down, not on New Year’s, not when he’d put them all through so much with his anxiety over the past year.

And no one had been more supportive than Remus, which surprised him, since they’d only met over the summer when he returned from university. Virgil had met Roman and Janus the prior year, when he was the techie for their college’s play. Roman had starred, of course, and Janus was the director. A talented duo, and no one was more surprised than Virgil to find out that they each had their own boyfriends.

Virgil had met Logan and Patton exactly a year ago, when Roman threw a big New Year’s Party. Once he met Janus and Romans’ significant others, it made sense why the pair wasn’t a couple; they fit in so well with their own partners. Roman and Patton were that sickeningly cute couple who did romantic things like bring each other flowers and kiss under the mistletoe during Christmas. Meanwhile, Janus and Logan were more reserved, their hands usually settled in each other’s or on the other’s lap, but their love was just as obvious as the other couple’s.

But this year was more mellow. Just the six of them, in Logan and Janus’ tiny apartment, with way too much food. It was pleasant, but it was still a lot for Virgil’s brain. It had been a long year, full of anxiety attacks and dropping out of college. But his friends had been there the whole time, and when Remus moved back to town, he joined the foray.

Remus had startled Virgil from the very moment they met. He was basically a carbon copy of Roman, but he had a twirly mustache and a grey streak in his hair. And where Roman wore reds and whites, Remus lived in greens and blacks, in his spiked leather jacket and combat boots. His piercings would glint under the lights of any room he was in, and Virgil was captivated. But as wild as Remus was, as dirty of jokes he would tell and as loud as he could be, he was understanding and kind towards Virgil’s anxiety. He’d soften his voice, he’d distract Virgil with random facts, and he’d take Virgil’s cold hands in his warm ones whenever the emo needed it. Virgil couldn’t have avoided the fall for Remus, and it was absolutely terrifying.

“Vee? You in here?” Remus’ voice called out as he stepped back inside from the cold balcony. The others were excitedly counting down, only a few minutes until midnight were left, but Virgil had excused himself a while ago, and Remus was concerned. He peeked into the tiny kitchen to find the black-clad man sitting on one of the countertops, his headphones over his ears as his head leaned back on the cabinets. He seemed… peaceful.

Remus tilted his head, a smile tugging at his lips, his eyes softening at the sight of the anxious man in a moment of calm. He wasn’t sure how to alert the man of his presence, but thankfully Virgil’s eyes opened slowly and settled over him until green eyes met gray ones, and headphones were slid off.

“Hey, Vee, you doing ok?” Remus asked, stepping a bit closer to the counter. Remus was the tallest of the group (much to Roman’s dismay), so he was still eye-level with Virgil, who was fairly short when he was standing firmly on the ground. Virgil just shrugged in response, his eyes flicking out the window, where he could see the lights of the handheld fireworks and hear the laughter of his friends.

“A little bit of sensory overload, I’ll be alright,” Virgil responded, and Remus nodded, carding a hand through his hair. Virgil felt a bit guilty for dragging Remus away from the fun. “You should go back out there, be with them when the clock strikes.” Remus laughed, a high pitched tone that made Virgil’s heartbeat speed up.

“Please, they’re all going to be making out at midnight, I don’t want to be an awkward fifth wheel,” he said lightly, and Virgil chewed on his lower lip, his mind wandering, wondering what it would be like to kiss Remus at midnight. Would his mustache tickle Virgil’s upper lip? Would Remus like his hair tugged or back gripped? Would he grab his hips? The possibilities were endless, but impossible.

A particularly loud boom shook the apartment, and Virgil jumped, his head hitting the cabinet a bit hard. Instantly Remus was right there, one hand on Virgil’s knee, the other on the back of his head, rubbing softly.

“Shit,” Virgil mumbled, his face turning bright red from being in such proximity to Remus. “I’m okay, I just… got startled.” Remus didn’t move, though, letting his fingers tangle in Virgil’s purple hair, pulling him until their eyes met. He could hear the final minute countdown outside, only forty-five seconds to go until a new year hit.

“Virgil, I want to ask your permission for this before I just jump in, cause I know you get anxious about this kind of thing,” Remus started, and Virgil bit the inside of his lip nervously. “I want to kiss you at midnight. And not just because you and I are the only ones here who are single and don’t have anyone to kiss, but… I want to kiss you at midnight on New Year’s because I want to start the year off doing something I want to do all year. I want to kiss you on January 1st but also on March 19th and September 23rd and December 31st and every single day in between.”

10…

“I know it’s terrifying, I’m scared too, but… I want this more than anything else, Virgil.”

5…

Virgil leaned forward until their foreheads met, their fringes combining into one. “Kiss me, you fool, kiss me now and tomorrow and every day.”

Happy New Year!

Remus slotted himself between Virgil’s legs perfectly, his arms gripping onto the anxious man’s waist as their lips met for the first time, hastily and needily. Virgil pulled Remus closer, his hands fisting against the battered green shirt that Remus was wearing, and he didn’t care that he needed to breathe. Breathing was secondary now. Only Remus’ lips on his mattered.

Virgil stirred, his eyes opening slowly to find himself asleep on the couch, warm arms surrounding him. He blinked a bit, yawning, and a chuckle came from behind him. “You’re awake just in time for the countdown, babe,” Remus said softly, his fingers trailing through Virgil’s hair. It had grown even longer over the past year, and Remus loved it so much, his fingers were always tangled in it or braiding it.

“How much time is left?” Virgil asked sleepily, shifting around in Remus’ arms until they were facing each other. His question was answered when he heard a faint shout of 10! coming from the apartment next door, and he smiled, taking Remus’ face in one of his hands. “We started this year with a kiss, seems like it worked pretty well for us.”

“Seems so, emo,” Remus smirked, leaning in until their lips met softly, the fireworks booming all across the city.

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poison & wine part four

And you will destroy anyone who would try to harm her

But what happens when karma turns right around to bite you?

warnings: angst, cursing

pairing: detective loki x fem reader

word count: 3,000

A/N: I don't know why I struggled with this chapter so much but I did. I finally got it to a place that makes me happy though. Again, feedback is welcomed. Enjoy! 💕

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You woke up feeling like death. Your brain was pounding against your skull, eyes sore, body aching, screaming for you to rest. You had no time to rest though. You sprawl your arm, reaching to the opposite side of the bed to hopefully find Loki but to no surprise, it was already vacant and cold. You rolled over to the bedside table, glancing at the clock, 5:46 A.M. You've got to be fucking kidding me.

You stumbled blindly into the kitchen, your feet still heavy with sleep. Every step you took, your body screamed at you to lay back down, stars floating across your vision. You found David sitting at the kitchen table in his work clothes, sitting in silence, rigid. As you walked closer, you took notice of what was in his hands. A photo album.

You almost collapsed on the spot, knees wanting to give out on you, your breath catching on your throat as you inhale sharply. Tears prick your eyes and your lip quivers as you step closer to David and the photo album.

Reaching David, you lay a shaking hand on his shoulder, not daring to peer at whatever photo he was looking at. You knew which photo album it was, the bright pink making your brain foggy, the album stood out like a sore thumb in the minimal gray of the kitchen. You knew if you saw any of the pictures you wouldn't be able to get out of bed for a month. David jumps slightly at your touch, snapping the album closed, a hand coming up to wipe away tears that had fallen down his face.

You moved from standing behind him to sit next to him, your hands finding each other as you sat down in the wooden chair, your body sighing in relief at the position.

"What are you doing, Loke?" Your voice came out as a rasp, crackling and chipping, sounding like sandpaper, disturbing the silence in the kitchen. Your voice sounded as broken as you felt.

"I needed to see her. Remember what we're fighting for. I-I was starting to lose her, her- I was starting to forget what she looked like. What kind of father is that, huh? What kind of father does that make me?" Loki's voice was rough with emotion, each word was a knife through your heart. He was the best father to your little girl, she had him wrapped around her finger since the day she was born. He was soft and tender with her, terrified of breaking her. After finding out you were pregnant, Loki went on a spiral of how he couldn't be a father, he didn’t know how. His childhood was nowhere near ideal, in and out of foster homes and juvenile detentions, his parents a figment of his imagination. He said he couldn’t be good and decent, claiming he was broken and corrupt. The first ultrasound appointment snapped him out of it, tears welled up in his eyes as the sound of your baby's heartbeat filled the room, his hand intertwined tightly with yours. There wasn’t a thing in the world he wouldn’t do for her, the line didn’t exist. You knew somewhere in that photo album there was a picture of him with a pink crown on his head as your little girl was in his arms laughing. The memory caused a fresh wave of pain to hit you.

"That makes you a grieving father who is in pain, Loki. Don't- please don't do this to yourself. She wouldn't want that for you. Or for either of us." The last thing you wanted was for David to fall down the spiraling hole of self-hatred. You could barely keep your head above water and you didn’t want him to drown with you. He deserved better.

"I know. I know. I just miss her. So fucking much, Y/N." David’s voice broke, crackling like static on a radio.

"I know." There was nothing else to say, your brain was a jumbled mess, thoughts not making sense. You knew.

"I went to her grave last week. I wasn't planning on it, I just ended up there. I'm sorry for not telling you, but it felt like something I needed to do alone. And then this fucking case, it doesn't feel real, it can't be a coincidence. It's like the universe knew." His words didn’t upset you, if anything it made you happy, he hadn’t visited her in a long time, he just wasn’t ready and you didn’t want to force him. You visited her regularly, in hopes to apologize or make things right, you didn’t know. The fact that he went made your heart warm temporarily, the cold would creep back in again eventually.

"David, I'm not mad at you for visiting our daughter. I think that's good. I just- this case is eating us alive. We have to make it out of this alive, promise me we will." You needed to hear it, your ears, and heart desperate for a lifeline. Desperate for a life to come back to after this case ended. If it ever did.

“We will. I promise you we will.” David brought your hand to his lips, kissing the back of it, brushing over the small black ink of a snake on your middle finger. You hoped he was right.

Hours later, you sat at your desk reading over the autopsy report of the man found in the priest’s basement. Nothing. Your phone rang loudly in front of you. It was David. You pick it up, nestling it between your ear and shoulder as you reread the report.

“Hey, I’m out here at a house on Fairmount Circle, the house the RV was parked in front of. It’s only been on the market a couple of months. I’m gonna track the owners down, see if they know anything. You got any new info on that corpse we found in the priest’s basement?”

You sighed into the phone, “No DNA, dental or fingerprint matches.”

“Nothing.” David replied in a monotonous tone, sounding fine, a stark difference than he was this morning. He was compartmentalizing, a little too well. You hated it when he did that.

“Priest is sticking to the story, too.” You had gotten report from a fellow detective who took the case, informing you about the priest’s questioning.

Loki scoffed into the phone, frustrated, “All right.”

You look up from your computer to see David walk into the station, walking to his desk opposite from yours. He sat down and immediately started typing. A few minutes pass before he looks over, eyes finding your hunched form, “Come here.”

You rose from your desk, your vision exploding with stars as you made your way over, leaving over his shoulder to read whatever he had been looking at.

The headline read: “Conyers Boy Disappears” dated August 31st, 1987. Barry Milland, age seven when he went missing from his family home.

David spoke below you, “ Let’s go.” You already knew where you were going, to contact the mother of still missing Barry.

You stood in the living room of Mrs. Milland’s home, Loki next to you as she sat in a recliner in front of a TV playing an old home video of Barry. Your fingers dug into your thigh and Loki’s hand was clamped over his mouth, the universe was playing with you, the tape that was playing was mocking the both of you, teasing you for the fact that you have done the very same thing as she was doing now, clutching onto the last good memories.

“Same person who took him took those girls. I’m sure of it.” Mrs. Milland’s voice shook with age as she spoke, eyes never leaving the screen.

The tape temporarily faltered, screen going static before returning to normal, “Wearing out the tape, I guess. I watch it every day after breakfast. It’s the only video I have of him.” She sighs before continuing, “It was before your time. 26 years ago, August 19th. I took a nap in the afternoon, and when I woke up Barry was gone. No one could ever tell me what happened to him. He was playing in the front yard, just a few feet from where they sat that RV was parked.”

God, you wanted to scream. Playing in the front yard and then gone. You were familiar with the pain and shame in her voice, you felt the very same thing every single day.

She speaks again, ripping you away from your thoughts, “What do you think that means?”

Loki raised his eyebrows, shaking his head as he looked at the carpeted ground, “I’m more interested in what you think that means.”

She shook her head, eyes still trained on the screen, “I don’t think we’ll ever know. It’s just like Barry. No one took them. Nothing happened. They’re just gone.”

You bit your lip so hard you tasted blood, fingers digging harder into the jean covered flesh of your thigh. Gone.

You and Loki sat in the car silently, digesting what you had been told by Mrs. Milland.

"Why are we doing this, David?" You weren’t referring to where you were, rather than what you were. How you got to this point in your life, why?

"What? Here?” David looked at you, confused.

"No. This. This job. This case. Is it to avenge her? Justice? Bring peace to other families like we couldn't have? I love my job, don't get me wrong, but I can't but help but question why is it this case? Why us?” You looked out the car window as you spoke, not catching David’s gaze.

"I don't know. I don't know, but we will get through this. I'm here, Y/N.” There was never a moment David wasn’t there for you, and vice-versa. You both knew each other better than you knew yourselves, able to take care of each other better than you could take care of yourself.

Loki’s phone buzzing in the cup holder made you jump, the bubble that had formed popping, David grabbing for the phone, reading whatever text he had been sent, “We might have something with the priest.”

You stood in the hallway, awaiting Detective Chemelinski to escort you to the priest’s interrogation room as David shifted his weight nervously. The fellow detective showed up, motioning for David to follow. Loki looked at you with mild panic in his eyes, silently pleading for you to follow. He didn’t want to face the priest alone. The memories would be too toxic for him to face without you. You nodded your head reassuringly, following David and Detective Chemelinski into the interrogation room Father Patrick Dunn was being held in.

Loki walked in first, you next, and Chemelinski last. You leaned against the wall as Loki greeted Dunn, “How you doin’, Father?”

“I’m...I’m- getting better.” Father Dunn avoided eye contact with everyone, eyes set on the table in front of him.

Loki sat across from him, “So Detective Chemelinski tells me that you have some specifics about the crime you claim that guy committed. The abductor.”

The priest nodded, “He was...waging a war against God.”

Loki chuckled, looking over at Chemelinski in disbelief and shaking his head, “Great. That’s great. I thought you said he had something specific.” Loki continued to shake his head, stammering at the other detective and gesturing in disbelief in front of him with his hands.

Detective Chemelinski looked at Father Dunn, “Tell him how he took the kids.” If it wasn’t for David wanting you in the room, you would have avoided the conversation, rather having the information relayed than point-blank. This was too raw, images of Loki in the boy’s home feeling like a white hot poker in your brain.

“He said...he took them in the daylight.” You swore you were going to pass out, your hands beginning to tremble at your sides. You wished you were stronger, able to do your job without feeling like you were going to die from the constant resurfacing of horrific memories of your little girl. Broad daylight. Screaming.

Why were you doing this?

The priest continued, “Sometimes...more than one child at a time.”

Loki rolled his eyes, “He said that?” The priest nodded. “-Did he say he was with anybody? He did it alone?”

“He...he said he had a family.”

Loki sighed, “That’s it?” The priest nodded again. Loki stood from the chair, shaking his head at Detective Chemelinski, “All right.” He walked to the door, tattooed hand on the handle, glaring at the detective, “Informative.” He walked out, leaving you to briefly apologize to Chemelinski before you ran to find David.

You found him in the locker room, sitting on the bench with his head in his hands.

You approached him slowly, “Hey, you okay?” It was a stupid question, of course he wasn’t okay. Neither of you were okay.

He looked up at you with tired eyes, “Yeah, I’m fine. I just needed a minute. The candlelight vigil is tonight if you wanna go.”

“I do. It’d be nice.” He nodded along with your words, you turned around and walked out of the room to give Loki sometime to himself. Sometimes silence could be healing, yet you didn’t think all of the silence in the world could heal these wounds.

You stood in front of the microwave watching your mug of coffee spin in circles. Coffee was now the main staple of your diet. It was late at the station, you and Loki being the only few still left. The temperature had dropped outside rapidly, leaving a chill in the air. Loki was outside turning the car on so it would be heating up as you poured coffee in a thermos.

You walked outside with thermos in hand, pulling your coat tighter as the wind bit through your coat. Loki was already inside the vehicle, waiting for you. You opened the passenger door, plopping down as the thermos sat at your feet.

“You sure you wanna go to this thing?” Loki asked gingerly.

“Yeah. Do you not?”

“I just don’t want you to feel like you have to. If you’re not up for it we can go home. I don’t want you to push yourself.” Loki spoke softly as not to disturb the ambiance inside the vehicle.

“I’m okay, David. I promise. It’ll be nice, show our respect, it’s not like we have to stay long.”

David nodded as he put the car in gear, pulling out of the police station parking lot.

Loki pulled up to the vigil, outside of the Dover’s home. A group of people had already gathered, lighting candles, placing flowers, and teddy bears.

You and David leaned against the car, watching in sorrow. You saw Franklin Birch double over, sobbing as his family held him. Your heart broke at the sight, you wished nothing more than to bring his daughter back unharmed. Each passing day caused unease to spread further and further in your body, day four setting a new record of turmoil.

Time passed as people started to leave, the group diminishing slightly. Beside you, Loki put on a stocking cap and rubbed his hands together for warmth. He still refused to wear gloves. He abruptly pushed himself off the car, walking closer to the vigil, obviously taking notice of something you didn’t. You walked next to him slowly, unsure of what exactly he was doing. Then you saw it, a man crouched down with his coat hood up, stroking a teddy bear that had been placed, his gloved hand gliding over it in a manner that made you uncomfortable. He looked up, locking eyes with Loki, and then stood up stiffly, Loki’s eyes following every move. The man glanced at you and then turned away. Loki walked closer, trying to trail him as the man continued walking away. You had an inkling that he was going to run, so you turned around towards the car as Loki made his way through the crowd.

Looking over your shoulder, you saw David take off in a dead sprint. Fuck.

You opened the driver’s side door of the car and sat down, grabbing the radio from the console.

“Dispatch, this is 13-43, we have a police pursuit on foot, 13-40 is responding. ”

The radio crackled to life, “10-4 detective, we have patrol rolling your way.”

“10-4” You sat the radio down, now all you had to do was wait for Loki to either come back or for him to call you to come get him.

30 minutes later, Loki came into view, slightly limping. He walked up to the car as you got out of the driver’s seat, “You should have stretched.”

Loki shrugged past you, “Yeah, fuck off. Now get out of my spot.”

You chuckled slightly as you walked around the car and pulled the door open and sat in your designated spot. Loki grabbed for the radio with his non-dominant hand, “Dispatch, this is 13-40. Pursuit has ended, the offender fled. Put a BOLO out, description will be given by an officer.”

Loki sighed heavily as he put the radio down, hand coming up to rub his right shoulder, “What happened, David?”

“The fucker jumped on me from a tree. I’m fine.” You rolled your eyes, Loki could be mauled by a bear and thrown into the ocean and he would still say he was fine. He was even more stubborn than you.

You got home that night at 2 A.M., going to the station after the vigil for David to write up a media release on the guy that ran and to give a description. You tried to get David to let you look at his shoulder but he refused, claiming he was fine, even when moving it he winced slightly.

That night you slept restlessly, dreams of hospitals and antiseptic haunting you. Making you question everything.

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Happy birthday Ruby!

Our most adorable shooting star is up! Ruby was born on October 31st (kept from CRWBY canon)! She came into the world just a pink little thing, and she stole everyone’s hearts with just one look. Her family loves her so much and so do we!

Line Art by: @bosiphas

Colour by: @data-plays-viola

Ficlet by: @lameclub

Edited by: @bosiphas @yang-diary @data-plays-viola and @thetopazvulpix

Ficlet under the cut!

“Happy birthday Ruby!’’ Different voices all cry out in unison as Ruby stands there with her eyes big and wide.

“You guys shouldn’t have!’’ She says awkwardly - causing Yang tomorrow her eyes and smirk in her direction.

“Jaune spilled the beans, didn’t he?’’

Ruby scoffs loudly, “Whaaat? How could you possibly assume that our good, kind-natured friend Jaune--’’

“You don’t have to defend me, Ruby. It’s pretty obvious,’’ Jaune says while scratching the back of his head with an embarrassed smile. Weiss rolls her eyes as she walks over, taking Ruby’s arm and leading her in the other direction.

“You can count yourself out of the next surprise party,’’ Weiss says with a pointed look back at Jaune. Ruby giggles before turning around to better keep up with her friend. They begin to approach a round table not that far from them - causing Ruby to let out a giant gasp.

The table is decorated with many different trays of sweets and baked goods - carefully placed in order of colour and type. Ruby turns back towards her friends.

“You didn’t have to do all of this!’’ she says with a big smile on her face as her eyes well up with tears.

Nora giggles, "Ren spent the last two nights making sure every cupcake was perfect, didn't ya buddy?"

Nora finishes the question with a poke to Ren’s ribcage and a smile. Ren looks down at her with a puzzled look on their face, "You only turn 15 once - I don't see why I should hold back." Yang shakes her head as she leans on their shoulder with a smirk.

“We aren’t making fun of ya bud! No need to be self-conscious about the amount you made.

“Anyways,” Yang adds with an even bigger smirk, “Nora’s bottomless pit she calls a stomach will probably eat half of this in like an hour.”

Ruby giggles as she takes a single cupcake and, without an ounce of hesitation, bites into it. The sweetness burst to life in her mouth, causing them to hum in appreciation. “Oh! This is so good Ren, maybe the best thing I’ve ever eaten!’’ She exclaims as she quickly devours the rest of her sweet.

Yang whistles, “That’s a bold statement - considering we grew up around the self-proclaimed 'Best Cook in all of Remnant' - Uncle Clover.’’

Ruby blinks for a few seconds before she laughs in response. “Listen, both are on the same level as the other - actually this reminds me of my 13th birthday,’’ Ruby says happily as she finds herself becoming more distant and lost in thought.

~~~

"Uncle Qrowwww!" Ruby shouts as she jumps onto his arms; he catches and holds her up with ease. "I can't believe I get to spend my birthday with both you and Uncle Clover!" Her eyes sparkle as her legs dangle back and forth mid-air.

"How was the ferry ride from Patch? Hope it wasn't too scary to travel on your own." Qrow questions with a head tilt which only causes Ruby to scoff in response.

"You're talking to a future huntress here, Uncle Qrow - a little boat ride wasn't gonna scare me," Ruby says with a big smirk on her face before she continues "Besides I barely ever get to see you guys these days and no way was I going to spend my birthday alone!"

Qrow chuckles as he affectionately ruffles their hair. "Oz decided to let me have a free weekend. Coincidentally, Mr. Tin Man felt the same for Clover," he smiles as she jumps back down to the ground.

"Tin man?"

Before Qrow could respond to her inquiry - the front door swings open and another voice is heard. "So, our favourite lil' whirlwind is here already?" Clover says with a smirk as he leans on the doorframe. Ruby lets out a squeal as she zips across the front lawn and practically leaps into her uncle's chest, knocking the man back a couple of feet.

"Uncle Clover, it's been so long!" Ruby cries out as they hug him tightly and Clover smiles warmly down at her. As she drops back down and takes a step back, she can barely contain her excitement, frantically patting her legs. Clover takes a few seconds to recover from the intensity of Ruby's hug, then looks down at her with a proud smile.

"I swear you've grown an inch or two since I last saw ya!" He exclaims with a short gasp - inspecting them closely.

Ruby giggles, "It's actually just my new boots," she explains as she shows them off proudly which causes Clover to whistle into admiration. Ruby pauses for a moment and gestures for their uncle to come closer, the other doing just that, as they stretch up to his ear in a stealthy fashion.

"But if anyone else asks - I finally had my growth spurt." Ruby whispers.

Clover takes a second to process that before he snorts and stands back up, "Your secret is safe with me munchkin." He finishes with a wink and ruffles their hair. Ruby let's out a playful grunt as she frantically goes to fix her hair back to the way she liked it just as Qrow approaches from behind them.

"I'm gonna pop these bags up to your room, squirt, and then I hafta check on your birthday surprise," Qrow explains as he easily picks up and carries in her assortment of different backpacks and cases. "Why dontcha join your uncle in the kitchen?" He suggests with a smirk towards Clover - who beams brightly in return. Ruby nods enthusiastically and takes hold of Clover's arm.

"Yesss come on Uncle Clover, time's a wastin!" They cry out as they tug Clover in the direction of the kitchen which has her uncle laughing warmly; allowing for his nibling to drag him in the direction she wanted to go.

"We'll see you soon babe - shoot me a text when everything's ready!" Clover shouts back towards Qrow and the other nods in agreement.

As the duo separated themselves from Qrow - they enter into the kitchen. The whole room was rather neatly kept - totally unlike Ruby’s kitchen at home, which often fell victim to plates and dishes piling up, especially if it was just Ruby and her dad.

On the table in the middle, there was a variety of different baking utensils and ingredients - all neatly sorted and ready to be used. Ruby gasps loudly as they sprint into the room, admiring her surroundings with great excitement.

Clover trails in not far behind the other and chuckles softly, "I was going to have the cake and everything else ready for you, but I remembered how much you love to bake, so I waited to make the cupcakes." He tells them while watching the young kid take in the sight before them with big eyes.

"Always! Just because it's my birthday doesn't mean I don't want to make badass cupcakes-" Ruby stops herself when she realises what she let slip past her mouth and clears her throat. "Doesn't mean we can't make awesome cupcakes," they correct themself with an innocent smile. Clover rolls his eyes playfully, choosing to ignore that in favour of wanting Ruby to enjoy her birthday.

"Anyways! We should get started - would you like to do the honours?" Clover says as he passes her the bowl of butter and Ruby nods in a dramatic fashion. As she dumps its contents into the mixing bowl before her, her uncle pours some casting sugar in before presenting Ruby with the whisk.

"Use it wisely, young one." Clover says.

Ruby gasps while taking it carefully and nodding, "I won't let you down good sir." She tries to keep up the serious demeanor but she couldn't contain the giggles that were building up deep down. As they begin to whisk the ingredients together, Ruby starts to ponder on a few things.

She was excited beyond belief about spending her birthday with her uncles - it was a rare sight when both of them could attend. But… there were small things that were nagging at Ruby and refusing to let go. Their sudden quietness immediately catches her uncle's attention, who then turns to face her.

“Something on your mind?” Clover asks in a gentle tone - completely surprising Ruby who lets out a tiny yelp. It didn't take her long to recover from that sudden question as Ruby looks down at the mix and sighs.

“I'm happy to be here with both you and uncle Qrow but… It's my first birthday without Yang.” Ruby speaks very quietly as she slows to a halt and their hair falls onto her face - hiding her true expression. Clover watches with soft eyes as he lowers himself down to her level.

"I know how hard it must be with Yang being on that school trip and your dad being busy," Clover starts in a gentle tone while pushing Ruby's fringe back once more, "but trust me when I say you're going to have a great birthday with the most awesome surprise." He gives her a big smile as the words seem to do the job of cheering her up. Ruby's expression lights back up and they wipe their eyes

"Thank you Uncle Clover," she says with a lopsided smile. Clover laughs as he kisses her forehead and stands back up - the pair returning to their tasks.

"So uncle Clover - a birthday surprise huh?" She asks with a sly smile.

Clover glances down for a moment before chuckling to himself, "You got that right." He doesn’t elaborate further, simply gesturing for her to stop the whisking for a moment. As he adds a small tablespoon of vanilla extract, while Ruby's curiosity reaches an all time high.

"I wonder what it could be - maybe a mega awesome present-"

Clover laughs, "Ruby I know you have long figured out I'm the weak link when it comes to surprises," he says with a side glance down towards the kid.

Ruby giggles. "Yeah I found out when you accidentally told Yang that dad was considering the motorcycle license-"

Clover hushes them with a small laugh, "Which your dad never ever lets me live down."

"But I promised your uncle I wouldn't breathe a word of it - so will a simple reassurance that you will love it suffice?" Clover asks.

Despite the desire to know brewing deep down within Ruby - she understood this was something super important to keep a secret. With a sigh, she finishes her whisking and nods in agreement. Clover pats her on the head

"Not much longer now," he says while taking the bowl away.

"Now remember - 15 minutes in the oven or you'll burn them!" Ruby calls as Clover goes to fill the pre-prepared cupcake pan with the batter.

Clover scoffs,"You're talking to the 'Best Baker in all of Remnant' here Ruby. I ain't about to let these cupcakes burn on my watch!"

After the batch has been fully cooked and decorated, Clover's scroll finally dings on the counter loudly. Ruby's head perks up.

"Is that Qrow telling us everything is ready?!" They ask while frantically patting the table.

Clover laughs, "Let's see." He walks over and picks the device up. After being silent for a few seconds, the man looks back up and smiles. "We have to head out back."

Ruby follows behind her uncle enthusiastically - as he leads them down the hallway.

Excitement was thrumming all throughout Ruby's body as they got closer and closer to their destination. About a dozen different scenarios were rattling around in their head at once - but they just couldn't come to a solid conclusion. Was it a new cape? Maybe they're getting a super cool motorcycle too?! Clover stops before the backdoor and turns to Ruby.

"Close your eyes buddy," he tells her with a big smile. Ruby did exactly as she was told and soon after did they feel Clover gently take their arm and begin to lead her forward.

Ruby could feel the cool breeze of the outside world as they were continued to be led by her uncle - the shuffling of feet could be heard too. After a few seconds, Clover orders her to stop and she does just that.

"Can I open my eyes now?!" They exclaim, growing more impatient by the second.

Clover laughs, "You can now."Ruby's eyes flutter open. After taking a moment to adjust to the sudden sunlight - Ruby focuses her gaze right ahead of her, letting out a huge gasp at the sight before their eyes.

"Happy birthday Ruby!"

Different voices yell in unison, coming noth only from her Uncle Qrow, but also from her dad and sister, standing next to Qrow with huge matching grins. Ruby begins to bounce on the spot before jetting across the grassy garden.

"Oh my gosh!" They yell, tackling all their family in one swift motion, everyone being knocked to the ground by the force of it. Everyone laughs wildly as Yang and Tai embrace Ruby.

"You said you guys couldn't make it!" They say with tears in her eyes and Yang swiftly wipes them away, a soft smile on her face.

"You didn't think I'd miss your big birthday bash, did ya sib?"

Tai nods, "I decided to get off work early and Yang finished up her Huntsfolk Observation Trip quicker than expected." The trio finally stand back up and Tai his head tilts in Qrow's direction before continuing.

"Qrow managed to pull some strings to make sure we were all here," he says with a smirk.

Yang scoffs, "I had to make sure these old timers were doing your birthday right." She gives both Tai and Qrow a smug grin. Tai playfully jabs his daughter in the ribs and Yang snorts in response.

Ruby's face lit up - not sure how to react. Tai's face softens for a moment as he turns back around to pick up an item he dropped when they fell, picking up a small book with a pink bow neatly placed on top of it.

"I wanted you to have this. We all spent the last week getting all the pictures printed and organized." He explains in a quiet tone while placing the book into Ruby's hands.

Ruby stares at it, seeing the words 'Ruby's Birthday' printed on the top stirred emotions deep down. Everyone crowds around them with supportive looks which encourages Ruby to open the book, letting the pages fall open somewhere around the halfway point.

As Ruby looks down at the page, she could see Yang holding their baby self with the help of Tai, her older sister’s eyes wide with wonder.

"Yang insisted that she held you the moment she laid eyes on you," Qrow chuckles fondly.

Yang gives a quick snicker in response, "I just knew how awesome my baby sibling was the moment I saw them," she says while ruffling Ruby's hair and the other pushes her off with a smile.

"What is it with all this hair ruffling today?!" Ruby asks with giggles sprinkled in between words.

As they flip backwards to the previous page, they see two pages of Qrow and Clover holding them as a baby as well.

"Clover of course, had to make a luck pun," Qrow says with a smirk in his husband's direction and the other stuck his tongue out playfully.

"So nothing much has changed between now and then?" Ruby points out which causes everyone else to laugh alongside them. Ruby turns the page further back towards the front of the book, seeing a picture of Tai.

"I remember when your mother went into labour - I quickly ran back into our room to specifically get that shirt," Tai explains with a short laugh, pointing at the red ‘#1 Dad’ shirt in the picture.

Clover scoffs, "You were planning that gag ever since Summer became pregnant too."

Tai waves him off “I’m the embarrassing father - I have an image to maintain!’’ He laughs and Ruby snorts in response - looking up at her dad with happy eyes. After a moment, Ruby’s attention once again falls back to the book before them - as they flip to the first page of the book and Ruby finds herself growing silent.

Tai looks down at them with sad eyes as he places his hand on her shoulder "She wasn't scared at all when she was pregnant with you - I was more frightened than her." That comment has Ruby look up to her dad with a sad smile as she let him continue.

"She did everything in her power to make sure you were brought into the world safely and surrounded by love," he explains as everyone around them watched on in a wistful way "Your mom loved you so much Ruby. Every moment she spent with you was everything she could've hoped for."

That was what brought on the tears - as Yang and Ruby both found themselves starting to cry. Everyone then closed in for a group hug. Nobody moved for a few moments, just choosing to instead enjoy each other's presence in total serenity.

"One last thing," Yang says with a smile as she pulls back and taking out a small camera. "Every year me and Ruby take a picture together for their birthday," she explains as she gestures for everyone to squeeze together "And this is the first time we've all been together in a long long time."

Yang places the camera on the nearby picnic table and sets a timer "Everyone says cheese!" She cries out while rushing over just in time as everyone screams out that word excitedly. The camera clicks with a flash and everyone starts to giggle. Qrow gives Ruby a quick pat on the head.

"Now let's dig into some birthday cake, shall we?" He suggests and Ruby gasps loudly.

"Birthday person gets the first slice!" She exclaims as she zips over in a burst of petals.

~~~

“That’s such a sweet story Ruby,’’ Pyrrha says with a warm smile on her face and placing her hands on top of heart in a fond manner. “Would you like to take a picture with all of us?’’

That question easily catches Ruby’s attention as her eyes go wide, “Oh my gosh yes! I’d love nothing more,’’ they say while jumping on the spot and clasping her hands together. “It’ll show off our awesome costumes too. I dont have one good birthday photo in Halloween costumes, and I’ve almost always had a Halloween birthday.’’

Weiss raises an eyebrow “Ruby, you were born on Halloween, every year is a Halloween birthday." Yang hushes Weiss with a playful push.

“You can survive one night without making a sassy remark Ice Queen,’’ she teases which obviously irritates the other but after a moment, Weiss takes in a deep breath and seemingly composes herself.

“Does anyone have a camera then?’’ Weiss asks.

Everyone looks around at each other before shrugging and Nora groans, “Where’s Velvet when ya need her.” . Blake’s head perks up as she takes out her scroll and gestures to it.

“It’s not as traditional, but I think your scroll could work.’’ She says with a small smile.

Yang’s face lights up “Once again - Blake is here with the big brain,’’ she says with a wink which in turn causes Blake’s cheeks to flush red and she looks down at the floor with a tiny smile. Ruby takes out her device and beams brightly.

"Everybody squeeze in - I’m pretty short,’’ she says loudly and everyone begins to crowd in around them, all trying their best to get in level with the camera. With a bit of effort, Ruby manages to hold the scroll as high she possibly could and she gives a big smile.

“Everyone say cheese!’’ She yells and everyone screams that word at the same time.

A flash on the scroll lights up the room before Ruby lowers it down - inspecting the picture that was taken. As they look at the photo, tears begin to well up in their eyes and she sniffles lightly.

Yang glances down with a fond look on her face and pats Ruby lightly on the head, “All good Rubes?’’ Ruby wipes her eyes and nods frantically.

“It’s everything I could’ve hoped for.’’

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