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mountswhore · 3 years

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hey! see u were taking requests so i wanted one with mason related to "london boy" by taylor swift? maybe reader is a singer or something like that?

one of the best taylor swift songs imo, so of course!

𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐲 — mason mount

summary: mason shows you around london during your break, and now you don't think you can ever go back

notes: requests are open again! my asks are open.

Leaving your hometown in New York to visit the world was one of the hardest things you had to do. But you had your dream job, now it was time to follow it. Your recent album was a success, pouring your heart into it as you recovered from your breakup. Your fans had watched your relationship build, and then break apart. Hearing your side of things through 14 songs. Awards, interviews, and traction had come from it, earning you a world tour. It was a scary thing to do, considering it was your first international tour.

“I just want to come back to New York already, I’ve not been on this tour long.” You complained to your sister, curled up in a hotel bed in London. Your first destination was the UK, and there was nothing worse than being homesick.

“Quit being a baby, the UK is so nice.” Your sister replied, chuckling shortly afterwards. “Me and dad visited Manchester, I think? Very nice looking, at least where we stayed.” You sighed, knowing that didn’t make it any easier. You loved your cosy apartment in New York, you were even starting to miss the constant traffic sounds and arguing in the early hours of the morning.

“I guess, and I know London is nice, at least. I think I’m gonna interact with some fans,” you decided, pulling the duvet further up your body, “speak tomorrow at sound check.” You ended the call, liking some tweets and replying to a few things, eventually tweeting something of your own.

“Happy to see a lot of my UK fans tomorrow, can’t wait to scream my feelings out with you,” Declan read out, giving Mason a cheeky look. The pair of them were in Mason’s living room, enjoying their evening of FIFA. The boys had spoken about you plenty of times, in interviews too, Mason declaring you as his celebrity crush.

“Shut up already, she probably doesn’t even know who I am.” Mason stated, resting his arm over his eyes to conceal the blush on his face. Him, Declan and a few other boys were going to your concert tomorrow night, some of the WAGs suggested it as they loved your music.

“You think she’s not going to notice a blue tick in her dm’s? It’s worth a shot.” Declan encouraged his friend to shoot his shot, close to grabbing his phone and doing it himself, but instead he was watching Mason bashfully scroll through your twitter replies. “Do it, or I will.”

Mason sighed, clicking the reply button and typing out a reply, handing the phone to Declan to review. ‘Can’t wait, wanna see you.’

“Perfect,” Declan mumbled, pressing the reply button for him. He knew Mason never would, he just saved him 20 minutes of back and forth debate. Handing Mason his phone back, Declan smirked as he watched his friend's face change from fairly embarrassed, to shocked.

“There’s no fucking way you sent that.” Mason remarked, refreshing his phone to see his tweet attract likes. “You dick.”

Declan just laughed as Mason had turned completely red, watching the likes and replies collect under his tweet. Moments later, you’d appeared in his dm’s.

‘I recognise you.’

It was an ominous message from you, one that had you pacing and replaying the creepy message over and over again. But Mason smiled at the message, all ounces of worry leaving his body as he replied to you.

‘Oh yeah? From where?’

‘Actually, I think I recognise your teammate, Pulisic. He’s all my brother talks about sometimes. But all I know is that he plays for a soccer team.’

He laughed at your reply, Declan watching over in pure disbelief.

‘You have a lot to learn about the UK, and luckily I know all about it.’

‘I’ll hold you to that, come backstage after the show, bring whoever you’re with. I’m in London for the next few days before my next show, maybe you can show me around.’

“There’s no way you’re flirting with Y/N Y/L/N within two minutes of replying to her tweet.” Declan stated, Mason smirking at his best friend before sending another reply.

‘Bet.'

Your show was now over and you were anxiously waiting for the boys to be escorted back stage. You didn't know much about football, especially over here, but you knew the boys that were coming back stage were professionals. You'd learnt their names, Declan, Jack, and Mason. Jack and Declan brought their girlfriends along, but Mason was 'painfully single', as he put it.

Finally, as you sat down in your chair to relax, you heard a knock at the door. It was them. They had all filed in, the two girls in shock that they were meeting you. You'd given them all a hug, and gotten to Mason. He looked down at you as you pulled him in, squeezing you tightly before letting you go again.

"Did you guys enjoy it?" You asked, ushering them to the couch for them to sit down. You wanted them to feel as comfortable as possible, rushing over to your dressing room fridge and pulling out some drinks.

"It was amazing," Sasha gawked, still in awe over seeing you for the first time, "we saw you have one in Birmingham in a few weeks, so we're going to that one too." You blushed, returning to your seat opposite the couch.

"That's so sweet! I'm sure I can get you some good tickets, I'll dm you on Instagram or something." You suggested to her, Sasha eagerly nodding her head. You conversed with the group of five, Mason giving you a particular look that you had mirrored back to him. You planned on getting his number, and making sure he showed you around London.

Soon enough, the group was heading back to wherever they were staying, as it was beginning to get quite late. "Thank you guys for coming, and I'm so glad I met you."

Mason stayed behind, folding his arms and sharing a smirk with you as his friends voices trailed down the hallway. "So, about this bet."

"Yeah," you replied casually, grabbing your water bottle from the table and taking a sip, being in the presence of an attractive man again was giving you quite the nerves, "I'll take your number, because I'd love to get to know London." He nodded, grabbing his phone from his jacket pocket and handing it to you.

"Perfect. See you."

You and Mason had planned your first meeting in a pub. It wasn't the classiest of places, but your plan was to get to know the UK. Mason had ordered you both a drink, guessing what you like and nailing it when you went in for a second sip and shoved a thumb up.

"So," he began, fiddling with the coaster his beer sat on, "how long are you in London for?"

"Just until Thursday, Friday morning I'm heading to Manchester." You stated, realising you only had four days with Mason, including today.

"Well, we better make the days count then." Mason declared. The pair of you spoke about his career as well as yours, talking about how different school was for the pair of you. Mason had stood up, holding his hand out for you to take, and you'd accepted it without complaint. He led you out of the pub and through the town center, gazing at the stalls set up around you. The weather wasn't so different to New York, both constantly dreary, but you were liking London so far.

On your second day together, you'd taken a cab to another town, this time to just experience the busy streets. To Mason, this was normal. For you, it was only familiar. New York was one of the busiest cities in the world, but London was different, better in every other way. You'd finished your day together, stomachs full of pub food, and in the back of a cab, rain pattering on the windows. You'd shuffled closer to Mason, placing your hand on his and squeezing. He looked at you briefly, smiling his usual smile, before quickly looking out at the street in an effort to hide his tinged cheeks.

Day three, the weather was too bad to do anything. But Mason kept you company in your hotel room. He'd taught you a bunch of British slang, laughing as your accent completely butchered them all. You'd shown him a snippet of your new song before room service had arrived. And the night ended with the pair of you collapsed in your bed, tv playing in the back ground, but your eyes on each other. It was like pure magic, the long-awaited feeling of his lips on yours. You'd been thinking about it all day, missing every opportunity until now.

Your final day was the worst. You both knew it was coming, you wouldn't see him until you had a break, and he had one too. You both had stupidly busy schedules, as well as living in different countries. Maybe one day you could bring him to New York, show him your side of life. And maybe one day you'll branch out and move here.

Mason had helped you carry your things out of your hotel room, which was taking you to Manchester. Your manager had texted you to be in the car before 3, which meant you had just 10 minutes until you had to say goodbye to Mason for a while.

You were stood in the foyer of the hotel, waiting for the car to arrive. You'd secretly hoped it didn't, you wanted to stay with Mason for a while longer, but you couldn't. Duty called.

"Thank you for showing me around London," you spoke, looking up at Mason, who was hiding his deflated feelings, "I really enjoyed it, I might even prefer it to New York."

"That's a given. I'm here." He joked, in an obvious attempt to lighten the mood. These four days had been immense fun for him, different to how he usually spent his days. Different than night at home alone, different than a night on the town. Was it too soon to say he missed you?

Mason looked down at you as you clung to his side, hoping he felt the same way you did. And he did, you just didn’t know that. His fingers slid across your jaw slowly, pulling your chin up to look at him. It was an intense moment, so many different emotions. He’d leaned in and kissed you, it was his parting gift. To say that he’d see you soon enough.

“Enjoy Manchester, I’m sure I can fit another show in somehow.” Mason spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too.” You spoke, the car pulling up outside. He’d dragged your suitcases out to the car, popping them in the boot for you. Finally, he stared at you through the window, which you quickly rolled down. “I fancy you, is that the right term?”

Mason laughed, head tipping back slightly. “Yeah, it is. And I fancy you too.”

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starryeyedweeb · 3 years

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Valentine’s Day with BNHA

A/N: I know it’s late for Valentine’s Day, but this is about the fifth time I’ve tried posting this because every other time it never got a single note even though all of my other stuff does pretty well??? So not to be that person, but if you see this I’m begging you to give it some love because it’s one of my favorites!

*DISCLAIMER*: As I’m over eighteen, I write all underaged characters aged up to be eighteen or older.

Contains: As always, sickly-sweet fluff; gender-neutral

Characters Included: Todoroki Shoto, Bakugou Katsuki, Yaoyorozu Momo, Shigaraki Tomura, Dabi/Todoroki Touya, Aizawa Shota

Valentine’s Day with...

Bakugou Katsuki

As expected, Bakugou thinks that Valentine’s Day is kind of ridiculous and isn’t too keen on celebrating

When his friends ask him what he’s planned for the holiday, it results in a bit of a rant

“Valentine’s is a shitty holiday for shitty partners to try and make up for being shitty. I take them on dates and spoil them all the time, so why should I make a big deal about a random day in February?”

But because he wasn’t a shitty partner, he knows he has to do something for you

“Oi, do you want to go hiking?” he asks shortly on Valentine’s morning, already dressed for the occasion. “We can go to that spot you’ve wanted see for a while.”

You agree- eagerly.

You honestly weren’t the biggest fan of hiking until you started dating Bakugou, who’s obsessed with it

It’s like meditation to him- one of the best ways for him to find a calm and clear mindset- and the two of you always have your best conversations when you’re out on a hike

Plus he looks amazing in his hiking clothes

The trail in question is further outside the city than most, and when you arrive, it’s pleasantly deserted

With backpacks swung over your shoulders, the two of you start down the rough path, which cuts through a thick forest

When you first started hiking, you could barely keep up with Bakugou, but you had gotten much better at it over time and are now able to comfortably keep pace with him, even holding his hand part of the time

The trail is mainly uphill, though, and periodically he will all but force a water bottle into your hands

“Get a drink. I don’t want you getting all dehydrated on me.”

When you reach the peak of the trail, which is a flat clearing overlooking the city below, Bakugou indicates for you to sit down and pulls out two bento boxes that he had packed prior to the event

Though there’s nothing heart-shaped nor unnaturally red or pink inside, the box is sweetly filled with all of your favorite bento foods

And of course, they all taste amazing

“Katsuki, this is so good!”

“I know.”

“Come on.” You playfully push his arm, feeling his muscles rippling beneath his jacket. “Seriously, though, thank you. Life has been so crazy lately, and this little break was perfect.”

“So you’re not upset we didn’t do anything more, I don’t know...” he trails off, furrowing his brow and running a hand through his hair, “...on theme?”

“Of course not. Stuff like that is for shitty partners who use a holiday as an excuse to make up for being shitty. They’ll go right back to their behavior the moment the day is over.” You interlace your fingers in his and hold his arm with your free hand. “This was perfect.”

Bakugou can’t resist a smirk and short chuckle at your sentiment, realizing exactly why he’s with you

“Hey, what’s that look for?”

“Nothing.” He shakes his head. “Kiss.”

You reach up and press your lips to his, and his arms wrap around your body, holding you close

When you pull away, you cast a glance out at the tranquil cityscape below and reluctantly check the time.

“Do you think we should head back down?” you ask.

“No. I want to stay here a little while longer.”

Todoroki Shoto

As one of the top heroes, Todoroki Shoto is a hard man to get alone, but you have high hopes for Valentine’s Day.

On the morning of February 14, the two of you check into the luxury hotel he had booked for a romantic staycation, awaiting an entire day of activities planned around the resort: lunch and dinner reservations, a couple’s massage, seeing the hotel’s nightly show...

Only for it to all be completely foiled before it even starts when Shoto gets an urgent call about a villain incident gone badly wrong, with as many heroes as possible desperately needed to help.

“Go ahead and do everything we had planned,” he urges as he’s leaving, rushing through a parting kiss. “I’ll be right back.”

But you know that it’s not going to be as simple as “I’ll be right back.”

The moment the door shuts behind him, you can’t help but turn on the TV and flip to the news, trying to find out just what Shoto had gotten himself into

The danger of the situation makes you sick with anxiety, and you have to turn it off almost immediately for the sake of your own sanity

Trying to follow his wishes, you go through the motions of the day you had planned, but instead of reaping the intended benefits of rest and relaxation, your brain is completely clouded with worry for Shoto’s safety

Which is only amplified when the hotel lobby has the news on with a crowd of people clumped together before it to see what’s going on, and the receptionist approaches you to ask if you’re alright

Dark falls with no sign of Shoto, but your heart leaps when you get the news notification that the battle is over

You turn the news back on for live coverage of the heroes that participated being interviewed about the events, but your stomach knots once again when you see no sign of Shoto

They haven’t mentioned any casualties, you wonder, but have they missed him or something?

When a knock echoes throughout the room, a cold feeling of dread washes over your body

You freeze and merely stare at the door, sure you’re about to receive the news that’s the worst nightmare of any partner of a hero

Until the door opens, and reveals Shoto holding a bouquet the size of his torso, looking a bit battered but otherwise alright

You launch yourself across the room, and he drops the flowers to engulf you in his arms

“God, Shoto,” you sob. “No matter how long I’ve been with you, waiting and worrying never gets any easier.”

“I know, I know,” he murmurs back, stroking your hair. “But I’m here now. I’m fine. I ran here the moment I could get away.”

When you finally allow him to pull away, he hands you the flowers, and you call room service for a vase and a first-aid kit

You sit Shoto on the bed and tend to his minor wounds, then order some of your favorite comfort foods for a very late dinner

Shoto is never one to discuss his missions right after the fact, so instead you just talk about nonsense things, like the most recent episode of your favorite show to watch together, and where the two of you wanted to go on your next vacation

Afterward, the two of you lay in the dark, so tangled together that it’s nearly impossible to tell who’s whom

Neither of you are tired at all, realizing fully that the privilege of getting to hold each other like you are was almost taken away that day

You feel your eyes start to well up at just how much you love the man next to you, realizing how much you need him

Shoto seems to sense that you’re going to a dark place, so he traces his fingers lightly against your cheek and breaks the silence.

“I forgot to tell you. I extended our stay here so we can still celebrate like we were planning to. I’m sorry I had to go today.”

“Shoto, you don’t have to be sorry.” You cup his cheek back, a few tears spilling out of your eyes as they meet his. “I’m just so glad you’re safe and that you’re here with me.”

Yaoyorozu Momo

Recently, an adorable little paint-your-own-pottery studio had opened on yours and Momo’s route home

You two had always meant to go for a fun date, but never really had the time, so when a Valentine’s event is announced, you both leap at the opportunity and reserve your spots right away

When Valentine’s Day arrives, you and Momo show up half an hour early for the event, wearing coordinating shades of red and pink

Laughing at your accidental matching, the two of you kill the time until the event begins by taking a million photos together

When the doors to the shop open and you’re finally allowed in, Momo’s eyes nearly pop out of her head in excitement, and you just know it’s going to become a regular date spot for the two of you

The shop is decorated like a romantic tea shop straight out of a cheesy movie, with lace doilies marking work stations, faux roses as centerpieces, and red, white, and pink balloons covering the ceiling

The special event involves painting spindly teacups with handles shaped like hearts, the workstations supplied with punch and sweets, all colored and shaped for the holiday

“Look at these!” She exclaims, picking up the ceramic cup at her workstation. “What should we paint on them?”

“Why don’t we do a matching design?” you suggest. “That way we can remember this even better.”

“Yes, let’s do that!” she agrees. “What design should we do, then?”

You two decide to keep it simple: paint the mugs solid baby pink, stamp tiny red hearts all around, and then Momo would use her elegant handwriting and paint both of your initials in calligraphy on one of the faces.

You ready your stations and sit shoulder-to-shoulder as you work, chatting and giggling the entire time, occasionally nudging each other playfully with your legs

“Could you hold the cup at this angle for me while I do the calligraphy?” she requests, which gives you an excuse to sit even closer to her, the scent of her rosy perfume engulfing you

“I wish I had handwriting like that,” you whine, watching her paint the graceful swirls of your initials, followed by the date below.

“I can teach you,” she offers, coming to stand behind you. “Here.”

She puts her hand over yours, and guides it along in the shape of the letters, her free arm looping around the front of your shoulders in a casual hug

“See? You’ve done it!”

“It still doesn’t look nearly as good as yours.”

“Well, my heart stamps don’t look nearly as good as yours. I don’t think I applied enough pressure.” She returns to her own seat, stares at you for a few moments, then giggles. “Speaking of, you’ve got paint on your face. Come here.”

You lean forward so she can wipe off the paint with a gentle touch, and she places a kiss on the now-clean spot.

“There. All better.”

When the two of you finish painting the mugs, you turn them into the counter so they can be finished in the kiln, then sit by the window of the shop to enjoy your sweets while you wait

“I’m very excited about these cups,” Momo says, reaching out for your hand. “They’ll be a lovely little keepsake.”

“Me, too,” you agree, resting your head on her shoulder. “It’ll be nice to have tea in them every evening.”

“Exactly. And if there’s ever a time when we have to be separated, whether it be for hero work or some other reason, we can bring our cups with us to remember that the other is always there, waiting to come have tea together.”

Shigaraki Tomura:

Despite his villainous ideals, in romance, Shiggy is actually quite sweet, if not a little clumsy

When you first became close to him, his unhealthy lifestyle and lack of self-care worried you, so you made a habit of cooking for Shigaraki, and leaving a week’s worth of nutritious meals in the League’s fridge for him

He had never revealed this to you, but he appreciated it so much, and wanted to return the favor

When Toga mentioned something about Valentine’s Day, he knew that it was his perfect opportunity, and made his plans by ordering everyone of the League to get out and stay out for the night

He then did some research about something good to make you, wracking his brain to try and remember what you’ve mentioned liking, until he remembers a very important fact:

He can’t cook.

At all.

Has never even once tried.

Which poses an obvious problem.

He panicked for a few moments, until he landed on a new, and possibly better, idea

When you arrive for the date, dressed comfortably (because, as much as you love Shigaraki, you know that there’s no way you’ll be going out for Valentine’s Day), you’re a little bit surprised to find him standing in the kitchen

“Shiggy?” You approach the counter warily. “What are we doing tonight?”

“I can’t cook. I want to know how.”

“You want me to teach you how to cook?”

“Yes. I want to know how to make your favorite meal.”

“Okay. That’s simple enough.” You make to join him in the kitchen, but he blocks your path.

“No. I want to make this for you. Just sit down and...tell me what to do.”

That proves to be quite a bit more difficult, as you never truly understood just how hard it would be to explain cooking to someone that has never used more than a microwave before

The music you had put on in the background was quickly drowned out by his frustrated swears, and you can tell that there are times when he almost loses his temper, but holds it together for the sake of your Valentine’s gift

A couple of utensils do fall victim to his decay, though, and he subtly tries to sweep the remains away in embarrassment.

At one point, his poor knife technique leaves a decently sized cut on his finger, and you jump into action, running for a First-Aid kit

“I’m not a child,” he mutters as you clean the small wound, avoiding your eyes.

“I know,” you reply lightly, pressing a playful kiss to the bandage you had just secured.

As Shigaraki comes close to finishing the meal, you raid Kurogiri’s stores for your favorite bottle of wine, pouring two glasses and setting them out on the table.

“Does this look right?” Shigaraki asks once the final timer goes off, warily holding out his creation.

“You tell me,” you answer. “I’ve made this for you before. It looks the same to me.”

When the two of you sit down and portion out the meal, Shigarki neglects his own plate as he watches you take your first bite

You fight to keep your face neutral, because honestly, it’s god awful, even though you had been right there the whole time, telling him exactly what to do

But you really didn’t expect anything more from a first time-cook, and even though the flavor is completely wrong, you still enjoy it, because you can practically taste how much this prickly mass-murderer actually cares for you

And as twisted as your situation is, you wouldn’t change it for the world

“Is it good?” Shigaraki mumbles from across the table, pulling you from your thoughts.

You take a sip of your wine. “Thank you so much, Tomura. This was such a thoughtful gift. I really appreciate it.”

“I knew it. It’s shit.” He pushes his own plate away in frustration. “I just wanted to pay back a favor and I can’t even do that right.”

“Shig, what did I just say? I appreciate this so much.” You round the table to his seat, rubbing his shoulders and planting a kiss on the top of his head. “Of course your first attempt doesn’t work. But that gives us something new to do together. For tonight, we’ll order some takeout, but starting tomorrow, I’ll give you another cooking lesson, and then another, and another, and another... as many as it takes until you can make a whole meal for me by yourself. Deal?”

He meets your gaze with a puppy-dog expression, placing his palms over where your hands rested on his chest.

“Deal.”

Dabi/Todoroki Touya:

Let’s just say that Dabi isn’t one to ignore traditions.

He’s one to very openly and dramatically oppose them.

You were anxious if not a little worried to see what he was going to have planned for Valentine’s Day- but, honestly, as his partner, you’re equally as unconventional in your own ideals

And he doesn’t disappoint, coming home with tickets to a ghost tour at the most haunted spot in town.

“Do they even do these on Valentine’s Day?”

“Obviously. That’s when I got the tickets for.” He shrugs. “Apparently it’s a thing that people do.”

“Hopefully not very many people. You know how we hate crowds.”

“And hopefully it’s not overtly themed for this asinine holiday.” He takes your waist and whispers the next words in your ear. “The idea of a dark room and an invisible audience is romantic enough.”

“Oh, stop it.”

“I just made you more excited, didn’t I?”

“You’ll have to wait until the day to find out.”

When Valentine’s Day arrives, you dress for the occasion and meet Dabi at a glamorous hotel in an older part of town

Before the tour begins, the guide allows the guests to go to the bar for some drinks, and begin to tell the story of the hotel and the paranormal activity that had sparked the attraction

Dabi seems uninterested, taking in the architecture of the historic buidling and peering down random hallways

“I’m getting bored of this,” he mutters in your ear. “I’m ready to see something interesting.”

“Shh, Dabi, I’m trying to listen,” you whisper back.

He responds by pinching your ass. “So, are you in a naughty mood tonight? Noted.”

“Stop it,” you mutter, lightly pushing him away, but your flushed skin is a dead giveaway to how you truly feel about the situation.

When the tour actually starts, you and Dabi round out the end of the group as it descends into a long, dark hallway.

Eventually, you feel Dabi’s hand leave its spot around your waist, but you’re so distracted listening the tour guide tell stories at the front to even notice.

Until cold hands grab you from you behind and give you a violent shake, growling animalistically in your ear

You let out a terrified scream, but the laugh that comes after is all-too-familiar

“Dammit, Dabi!” you gasp, doubling over to your breath and quiet your heartbeat.

“Aha.” His hands trail down your sides and squeeze your waist. “Gotcha.”

You eventually reach the main event of the tour, which is an old storeroom that had been unused for years due to the intense paranormal activity

Dabi actually stood still next to you with his arm slung around your shoulders, interested for the first time that night as the guide used the ghost box and actually got answers from the spirits that occupied the room.

Though there are a few times when you have to stop him from pulling some prank to scare the other people taking the tour, trying to convince them that they’re actually in immediate danger of possession

When the event is over, however, and the guide is ushering people back down the hallway, Dabi pulls you into a closet, igniting a small flame on his palm and pressing a finger to his lips

When the noise of the crowd filing out is gone, he presses forward forcefully and starts to bury you in deep, passionate kisses

“Wait, wait.” You pull back once you realize what his idea is. “Isn’t this a little...scary?”

“Isn’t that what makes it fun?”

Aizawa Shota

Valentine’s Day happened to fall around one of Aizawa’s busiest times at UA, and he was so tied up and tired that you had barely seen one another lately.

So, when he remembers what’s coming up and drowsily asks you what you want to do for Valentine’s Day, you surprise him.

“I’ve already made plans for us,” you reveal, handing him a printed itinerary. “I booked us a spot at a day spa. Those are all the treatments we’ll be doing.”

“Why’d you choose this? I’m curious.”

“You need some time to relax, and I want to spend time with you when your mind is on something other than which one of your students is going to get broken next.”

“Fair enough.”

On the morning of, the two of you check into the spa, and are instructed to go change into the fluffy bathrobes they provided

“Do I really have to put this on?” he complains, holding it as one might hold a dirty diaper.

“What’s wrong with it?” you ask, already changed into yours.

“I don’t know how I feel about my chest being out on display like this.”

“Well, I’ll like it.” You snake your hand up his shirt and rake your nails down his skin. “C’mon. We’re going to be late for our couple’s massage.”

Once Aizawa has reluctantly changed, the two of you start off your day with massages and facials

You had arranged for him to get a special eye treatment, and the small sounds of relief from his table reveals that your gift is very much appreciated.

“Are you relaxed?” you inquire as you move on from the massage room to your next destination.

“More relaxed I’ve been since I stepped through the doors of UA for the first time.”

“Well, are you relaxed enough to get a hair treatment?”

“Honestly? Bring it on.”

When Aizawa is laying back in a chair, a towel wrapped around his head and a styling cape draped over his robe, you can’t help but snap photos of the slightly comical scene

“Are you taking pictures?” he grumbles.

“Do you mind that I am?”

“Just as long as my students never see it.”

“Noted,” you reply, adding the photo to an album of embarrassing pictures you planned to show them at the end of the term.

After finishing the hair treatment- Aizawa’s hair looking better than you could ever dream yours would- and moving on to a high-tech infrared light treatment, you finished out the day with a soak in the spa’s top-rate onsen, reserved for just the two of you

You sit in comfortable silence in the hot water, bodies pressed close to each other

Shota’s arm was draped around your shoulder, and you loosely held the hand that fell across your body

When you lay your ear on his chest, you notice that his heartbeat is the calmest you’ve ever heard it

“So, did the spa serve its purpose?” you ask, tilting your head up to gaze at him.

“It did. Though I think it was less the spa’s doing, and more the fact that I spent an entire day with you.”

You hum happily, reaching up and tapping his chin. “Nice and well rested now, are you? You sure look pretty.”

He chuckles lightly, running a hand through your hair. “So do you.”

“Well, there’s still about an hour left until our dinner reservation,” you observe, noticing the clock on the wall. “Is there anything you want to do to kill the time before then?”

“We’re both sitting in hot water, naked,” he replies matter-of-factly. “The answer should be obvious.”

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jamespotterthefirst · 4 years

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Four Hearts

Pairing(s): Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Lilac Allende) / Dakota Winchester x MC (Josie Camilo) Book(s): Open Heart/ With Every Heartbeat Word count: 1K Warning: Language Summary: Who was texting Dr. Ramsey during his Hope Springs interview and what could make him smile like that?

Author’s Note: I just finished With Every Heartbeat and I love Dakota Winchester more than words can say. Here’s my little interpretation of Ethan’s cameo. I tried not to spoil anything. Cheese/fluff ahead!

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“You need to loosen him up!”

“How?”

Ethan made a show to glance down at his wrist watch. “You're down to three minutes.”

The young girl's eyes widened as she grasped for something to ask Ethan. Her partner, meanwhile, grinned encouragingly at her, cool as ever and clearly unaffected by Ethan's prickly demeanor.

“Who's the hottest doctor in Edenbrook?” she blurted.

Ethan's jaw went slack, completely caught off guard.

“I beg your pardon?”

“It's a straightforward question.”

She was right about that. The answer was so obvious that his mind didn't even hesitate to conjure it. Bright, clever eyes and a pretty, often devious smile came to mind almost instantly. His stomach leaped just at the mere thought of her.

“I can go first,” the Winchester kid offered helpfully. “I think it's Josie's mom.”

“Dakota!”

“What? It's a genetic compliment.”

Ethan tore his thoughts away from his girlfriend and glanced from one anxious face to the other. The latter was so cheerful and unabashed that Ethan couldn't help but surrender to his amusement. “Alright, I take your point.”

That was enough for Ethan to drop the asshole facade and deliver a strong appeal for their donation video. When he was finished, the one called Josie gaped at him, impressed. “... Wow. That was perfect.”

“Thanks, Dr. Ramsey.”

“You're welcome.”

A loud ping announcing the arrival of Lilac's much awaited response robbed his attention. Ethan glanced at his phone much too eagerly, forgetting about the kids still in his office. He read her response on the preview window:

Ethan Ramsey, did you just make a dirty joke?

I knew I loved you for a reason.

A grin spread across his face on reflex, pulling so wide he was sure he looked idiotic. He could imagine the peals of laughter his awful joke elicited and he felt a smug rush of satisfaction at being the source of her amusement. Then his eyes lingered on the word “loved” and he smiled impossibly wider.

He opened their conversation fully to respond.

Lilac: I have dinner. Where are you?

Ethan: My office. Where are you?

Lilac: Your office…

Ethan: My other office, Rookie.

Lilac: Way to flex on us office-less plebeians

Ethan: You’re hilarious. Did anyone ever tell you that?

Lilac: My boyfriend tells me all the time, actually, right after telling me how beautiful I am.

Ethan: He sounds like a smart man.

Lilac: He’s alright.

Ethan: What’s for dinner?

Lilac: I made something…

Ethan: Oh no.

Lilac: Oh yes. And you love me enough to eat it without protest.

Ethan: … I never protest when I do that.

Lilac: Ethan Ramsey, did you just make a dirty joke? I knew I loved you for a reason.

Ethan: What did you make?

“Excuse me, I just have one more question…” the Josie girl said with an emboldened smile. “Who's making you smile like that?”

Ethan schooled his features at once, wondering when the kid got so bold. Probably around the same time he had allowed even the tiniest glimmer of a smile to seep through. “I don't know what you're talking about.”

“Suuuuuuuure.”

“If you must know, that message was strictly work-related,” he lied. The message was the complete opposite.

“Just because it's from someone you work with doesn't mean it's ‘work-related.’”

She was right but Ethan wasn’t about to tell her that. Instead, he sighed heavily and rolled his eyes. This is what he got for being nice.

Lilac’s reply came in after he ushered them away unceremoniously.

Ethan: What did you make?

Lilac: A phone call. I ordered us food from the bistro two blocks away.

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Take-out bag in hand, Lilac rounded the corner of the hallway, eager to see Ethan after a long shift. She halted a few feet away when his office door opened to reveal a pair of teenagers, exiting with broad smiles and deep in excited conversation.

“Dakota Winchester, you beautiful genius! This was such a great idea. I can’t believe he actually agreed to do it!” The pretty, doe-eyed girl all but twirled with glee as they walked. Her companion watched her with palpable adoration and a broad grin.

“That was all you, Teach. No one can tell you no.”

The girl paused, lifting a coquettish eyebrow. “Oh, really? Should we put that to the test right now?”

Dakota nodded solemnly. “I think we have to. For science.”

“Then kiss me.”

Dakota complied gladly, leaning down to make up for their height difference. The sight was too adorable for Lilac to bear. Trying to give them as much privacy as a hallway could allow, she quietly walked around them toward Ethan's door. The tall one, Dakota, caught sight of her before she could disappear behind the door. A knowing grin was the last thing Lilac saw before both teenagers whispered conspiratorially.

Ethan was waiting for her inches away from the door, taking her in his arms as soon as it clicked shut behind her. He kissed her eagerly in greeting, holding on to her even after they broke apart.

“What was all that about?” she asked, nodding towards the door.

“Hope Springs,” he replied with a sigh. “They barged into my office and asked me to film for their donation video.”

Lilac knew her boyfriend well enough to detect when he was being overly dramatic. “That’s adorable. You’re going soft on me, Ramsey.”

Ethan threw her an ungrateful look that was not convincing in the least.

“The tall one was the Winchester kid, right? The same one who cheers up the kiddos in the pediatric ward?”

“You mean, the troublemaker who terrorizes the hospital staff and disrupts the little quiet we get around here? Yes. And now there's another sidekick.”

Lilac laughed, placing her free hand flat against his chest. “Let them. They’re in love.”

Ethan made a face. “How’d you figure?”

“I saw them outside. Dakota even has a cute little nickname for her.”

“They’re far too young to be in love. And having a nickname for someone is no indicative, Rookie.”

Lilac raised her eyebrows at his nickname for her, allowing it to make her point. Ethan caught on at once, his neck lighting up in that adorable pink hue.

“Fine,” he allowed. “Maybe they’re smarter and slightly more mature than the average teenager. Their donation film seems to hold some promise after all.”

He grimaced and added, “Even if they did ask me about you.”

Lilac pulled her chin back to give him an intrigued look. “They knew about us?”

“Not exactly. They asked me who the 'hottest' doctor in Edenbrook was.”

“And you thought of me?” she asked in mock surprise, even if her heart skipped a beat. “Dr. Ramsey, I don't know what to say. This is all so sudden.”

Ethan fought valiantly against a smile but lost in the end. “You're the hottest, no contest,” he informed her as he kissed the tip of her nose. “But I am definitely the luckiest.”

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Author’s Note: I hope someone noticed I did not specify Dakota’s gender because that was a fun challenge. And it was important to me that you pictured your Dakota as you read.

If you read this pointlessness, thank you!

Currently, I am writing non-stop so that I have a lot of stuff to share in case work gets busy. Wish me luck.

Love you guys!

-Bree

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#open heart #ethan ramsey #ethan x mc #with every heartbeat #Dakota Winchester #dakota x mc #playchoices #My writing

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hockeyisit · 3 years

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Double Date?

Summary: Amelia meets Mitch and Steph

Word Count: 1949

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“Hey babe,” I heard Auston call from the kitchen. I was currently cuddled on the couch with Felix as I waited for Auston to bring me my soup.

“Yeah?” I called out turning to look towards the kitchen. He started walking over to me with two bowls in his hand.

“Mitch and Steph want to go on a double date,” he said once he handed me my bowl and took a seat on the couch. I raised my eyebrow at him before having some of my soup. I moaned in delight.

“Is this your mom’s recipe?” I asked him as I eagerly took another spoonful. He nodded his head with a grin while taking a spoonful of his own.

“It’s good! Do we want to get out of this date, or is this something we want to do?” I continued on after he didn’t speak up. He thought about it for a second.

“I want you to meet them,” he said nudging my arm. I smiled at him before taking another spoonful.

“Alright, so when is this double date?” I asked leaning back into the couch. Auston turned to me with a big grin before grabbing his phone.

“Does tomorrow after the game work?” he asked as he clicked through his messages. I nodded my head as I grabbed the remote to put on Love Island.

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The next morning I was sitting at the kitchen island of my apartment watching my roommate Macy make us pancakes.

“You’re really going to meet Mitch Marner today,” she said as she flipped the pancake. I shrugged my shoulders as I clicked through my phone.

“It’s not that big of a deal he’s just Auston’s friend. I’m more nervous to meet his girlfriend,” I told her as I closed my phone playing with my fingers. She scoffed before moving the pancakes to a plate.

“You only say that because you’re a Blackhawks fan,” she said. I shrugged my shoulders knowing it was true.

“You should try to stay at Auston’s tonight because Ryan’s coming over tonight,” she continued as she handed me a plate. Grimacing I nodded my head. When Ryan came over it was best to be out of the house, I learned that the hard way.

“Will you help me decide what to wear?” I asked as I reached for the syrup. She nodded her head before the two of us dug into our food. When we finished I cleaned the dishes since she cooked and I made my way to my room to work on some things that were going to be due soon. Around 7 pm I got a text from Auston asking me about going to the bars with Mitch and Steph. I told him that I was still on board before making my way to Macys room to freak out.

“Calm down Amelia. Everything will be fine just wear something that makes you look hot,” she started pushing me to my room. I walked over to my closet before turning back to her with wide eyes.

“I have nothing,” I exclaimed dramatically as I fell onto my bed. She laughed before walking over to my closet. She pulled out a cute black top and some blue jeans before throwing them at me.

“Wear this. You always look hot in this outfit. It shows off you boobs” she said as she sat down on my bed. I scoffed before starting to change. Once I had everything on I picked up my phone to check the score. 3-4 going into the third. Auston had scored two goals. I was really hoping for a win so I wouldn’t have to deal with two sad hockey players at the bar. I looked up from my phone to check myself out in the mirror. I did indeed look hot.

“Yess! Look at you,” Macy exclaimed loudly. I looked over to her with a grin before we both made our way out to the living room. I turned the game on as she made herself a drink. We both watched the rest of the game in silence. The Leafs ended up pulling a last-minute win causing us to cheer before coming engrossed with our phones.

Hearing Auston’s voice on the TV I look up. He was talking in a pregame interview and he looked so amazing. He was so sweaty that even his hair was wet which was slightly gross. His natural beauty was shining so hard though that I couldn’t take my eyes away until the interview was over. A few minutes later my phone was vibrating. I quickly answered the phone before holding it up to my ear.

“Hello?” I asked into the phone.

“Why do you always sound so surprised when I call you?” I heard Auston’s voice through the phone. I blushed as I pulled my legs up to the couch.

“I don’t get many calls,” I said.

“Well get used to me calling. Anyway I am going to come pick you up. Does that work?” he asked fondly.

“Yeah I’m ready,” I said through a grin.

“Good be there soon,” he assured before hanging up.

I played on my phone for a bit before the doorbell went off. I quickly hopped up to get the door. When I opened it I was greeted by Auston dressed in a suit. Feeling a little undressed I turned around quickly to hide my embarrassment. He followed in behind as I reached down for my black heals. Auston noticed my cold greeting and waved to my roommate.

“Hey Macy,” he said.

“Hey,” she called back. As I reached for my keys. I turned back to Auston reaching for his arm. I needed his comfort.

“I’ll see you later Macy,” I said as I pushed us towards the door. The second I locked the door Auston had his hands on my waist.

“You look so good babe,” he said pressing a kiss to my forehead. I felt myself relax, he always knew what to say. I leaned up and kissed him gently before pulling away.

“Have you seen yourself in that suit?” I teased. He laughed before we pulled apart and made our way to his car.

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“Amelia this is Steph and Mitch,” Auston said as he pointed to the two of them. Steph looked like an absolute goddess making me feel like I didn’t belong and Mitch looked like a total frat dude. I gulped as I gripped Auston’s hand a little tighter before giving the two of them a bright smile.

“It’s really nice to meet you,” I said as I went to reach my hand out to them. Steph pushed my hand to the side before pulling me into a hug.

“I have been so excited to meet you,” she squealed into my ear before pulling away, only for me to be pulled into a hug by Mitch next. Once he pulled away I turned to Auston with wide eyes. He laughed as he pulled me into his side.

“Let’s get a table,” he suggested. We all agreed and then were seated at a hightop. The server came over to take our order. Steph and Mitch ordered for themselves getting a burger each before she turned to us. Auston gestured for me to order first.

“Can I have the Cheeseburger with a glass of water,” I said closing my menu and handing it to her. Auston glanced at me with a raised eyebrow. What I mouthed at him. He looked away towards the server.

“The same as her but can we get two double shots of tequila,” he said as he closed his menu to hand to her. I gawked at him before turning back towards her. She wordlessly nodded her head before walking away.

I pinched Auston’s thigh before looking over to Steph and Mitch. I knew that Auston considered Mitch to be one of his best friends and I really just wanted the two of them to like me.

“You guys pulled off a nice win,” I said loudly for the table to hear once nobody made an effort to start talking. Immediately everyone at the table started smiling. We talked about the game until our food arrived and then Steph and I started a conversation of our own. Mostly about where we went to school and the careers that we were both in now. I truly wasn’t expecting to like Steph when I had looked her up on Instagram but now I was shocked by how much we had in common. We all ended up getting a few more rounds of drinks before calling it a night. As we left the bar Steph pulled me into a tight hug.

“We have to go to a game together,” she said excitedly as she pulled away from our hug. I smiled at her sweetly as I nodded my head.

“Yeah. Give me your number,” I pulled my phone out and gave it to her. She typed in her name and number before sending herself a text. She then handed her phone to me and grabbed Mitch’s awaiting hand.

“It was nice to meet you,” Mitch said as he pulled me into the best hug he could manage without letting Steph’s hand go.

“Yeah. I’m sure I’ll be seeing you around again,” I giggled with Steph as we caught one another’s eye.

“I think my girlfriend is going to leave me for yours,” Auston joked as he wrapped his arms around me from behind. Everyone laughed at that before we went our separate ways to our cars. Once we were both buckled and driving Auston spoke up.

“Did you want to come back to mine?” I blushed before slouching down in the seat.

“Yeah. If you want me to,” I said. He reached his hand over to place it on my thigh.

“I always want you to come over,” he mumbled. I grinned before grabbing his hand off my thigh to hold.

When we pulled up to his apartment we took the elevator up before opening the door. Felix immediately attacked us as we entered. I reached down to pet the soft puppy.

“Hi baby. How have you been? You been a good boy?” I spoke with my best puppy voice. Felix barked happily and started to paw at Auston for his attention. He reached down and gave him a few cuddles before leading me towards the bedroom.

He handed me some comfier clothes before going into the bathroom to brush his teeth. I followed him and grabbed my toothbrush from the holder. Once we were both done brushing our teeth we walked over to the bed. Once we were cuddled up with my head on his chest and his arms around me I let out a content sigh. He made me so happy. I knew that at some point during the night I would end up as the little spoon because Auston couldn’t sleep without something between his legs but I didn’t mind.

“They liked you,” Auston whispered as he rested his head against mine. I tightened my arms around his waist.

“I liked them,” I told him softly. His hand that was on my back squeezed me to him.

“I love you,” Auston said gently. My whole body tensed up. Auston noticed and loosened his hold on me. We had met three months ago and had only been dating for one. I knew that I felt strongly about him but I was nowhere at that stage yet.

“I will someday,” I told him truthfully as I forced myself to relax back into his touch. He gripped me again and pressed a kiss to my forehead.

“Someday,” he said with a grin. I fell asleep that night with someday on my thoughts.

#auston matthews #Auston Matthews x reader #auston matthews imagine #Auston Matthews fic #Auston Matthews fanfic #nhl imagine #nhl fic #hockey imagine #hockey fanfiction #toronto maple leafs imagine

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itspufflehuff · 3 years

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Partners - Tom Holland Imagine

Inspired by @waitimcomingtoo you should definitely check their page I love their writing so much it’s amazing!

Summary: You and Tom have been dancing with each other since you were five and he was six. Now eighteen years later is there any possibility for something more?

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Part two

Word Count: 3,746

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It all started on the ice. You were out on the frozen lake behind your house, you'd seen the older kids skating out there before. It looked so lovely and fun you wanted to try it out yourself. None of your parents knew how to skate but they were supportive of your newfound interest. They bought you a pair of ice skates and took you out to the lake. They stood by watching and cheering you on to boost your confidence, but you kept falling. It frustrated you more and more that you couldn't get the hang of it.

You fell once more but instead of getting up you sat there and cried. You felt defeated until he showed up. With ease he skated over to you holding his hand out, "I remember when I first learned to skate. I fell a lot my legs hurt. Let me teach you." You looked up to see the little boy in front of you smiling warmly.

He held onto your hand making sure you wouldn't fall, every time it looked like you might he was quick to grab you. "Let's meet again tomorrow at two and I'll help you again." He said kindly when your parents called out for you to go home. You nodded eagerly with a huge smile plastered on your face. He helped you back to the edge of the pond making sure to not let go of your hand. "My name is Y/N," You said before leaving. "I'm Tom." He smiled back.

From that day on you met, three times a week until you got the hang of skating alone.

"I'm gonna let go." He said with worry. You were nervous but excited. You could feel your heart thumping throughout your body. With a shaky "Ok" he slowly let go of your hand. You began gliding through the lake all on your own. In the back, you could hear your and Toms parents cheering with excitement as you skated around the lake with no help and no falls. You raced back to Tom with the biggest smile on your face. Coming to a halt you embraced him in a hug, "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" You shouted at him.

That was the happiest day of your life. You and Tom continued meeting both on and off the ice. You never realized he lived in the house right next to yours. Although you did go to different schools, as you attended an all-girls school.

Once the ice melted, Tom told you about the dance lessons he was taking. You rushed home and begged your parents to let you join Toms class. When they heard Tom's name they were quick to agree. Your parents loved Tom, even if he was a boy. He was such a great friend to you and they wanted to help keep him in your life.

You and Tom continued to take dance classes together, and when the lake froze over you would go out and skate together. Now as dancers and skaters you and Tom would often make up your own routines on the ice like the figure skaters you loved to watch. In class, dance instructors saw the chemistry you and your best friend had. They would partner you two up for everything, and neither of you complained. You loved dancing together and soon you moved onto competitions outside of your dance group.

One day Tom excitedly ran to your house after school, "Britain's Got Talent is hosting auditions in our town, we have to go!" With much begging from both of you to each other's parents, you were allowed to audition. You were 15 at the time, Tom was 16. You both did a contemporary dance to Ed Sheeran's I See Fire.

"I'm Tom."

"And I'm Y/N" Finally you and Tom were out on stage in front of the judges. You had been so nervous you could feel your stomach turning as your palms sweat. You held onto Tom's hand all day as it helped calm your nerves. Of course, he was nervous too but he didn't want you to fee off his anxiety so he remained calm for the both of you. The both of you sat backstage doing interviews and occasionally stretching to keep yourselves loose. When you two were called up for your five-minute warning you stood at the wings of the stage holding onto each other. When you were each handed a microphone you wished each other luck and just like he does before every dance Tom placed a soft kiss on your forehead. When you were ushered out onto stage you let go of each other and held onto your microphones imagining it was the others hand.

"Hello, nice to meet you both. What will you be doing for us today?"

You looked to Tom as if you were asking him to answer, "We'll be doing a contemporary dance to I See Fire."

The audience cheered as the judges smiled, "Ok and how long have you two been dancing?"

Backstage you and Tom discussed this, you would each take turns speaking so if he went first then it was your turn, "For about eight years now, Tom was eight and I was seven."

"And how do you two know each other? Siblings?"

You and Tom laughed at the question, "No we're the best of friends. We've known each other for ten years."

"Ok, well show us what you got, good luck."

You and Tom took your positions facing away from each other waiting for the music to begin. As soon as it did it was like you two went into another world first you started off dancing separately then you jumped into the air. Tom caught you holding onto your waist as he spun you two around. Gently he put you down as you to began dancing together. It wasn't a love song but your bodies moved in synch. You weren't scared when he had to catch you or lift you up.

Once the song ended Tom grabbed both of your mics and ran back to you. The both of you were so nervous as everyone clapped and cheered. You held onto Tom's arm awaiting to hear what the judges had to say.

"WOW! You two were amazing!" The first judge spoke.

You and Tom looked at each other in excitement. He pulled his arm out of your grasp and wrapped it around your shoulders instead, you then put your arms around his torso hugging him.

The second judge spoke, "I think you two have some bright futures ahead of you." The crowd cheered, "I mean you dance so beautifully. It's obvious you love what you do and you trust each other so much."

"I agree, " the last judge spoke, "You two have so much chemistry on stage. I mean look at you!" Once again everyone cheered. "I want to see that chemistry more in your dances instead of your backs turned to each other, ok?"

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And so that's what you gave them. You and Tom started doing more romantic songs and everyone loved it. You made it to the top three, unfortunately, you both won second place. However, your careers didn't end there. With all of the attention you two got from being on the show you were featured on many more shows and were even invited back as a mid-show entertainment.

You and Tom entered multiple competitions typically winning one of the top three spots. Your families were so proud of you both. Now you two were the most popular dances, almost as famous as Julianne and Derek Hough.

You loved being able to work with your best friend every day.

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"Y/N where is my bowtie!" Tom called out. His head was basically lost inside his costume trunk. You were sitting in front of the mirror putting the finishing touches on your makeup.

You rolled your eyes in amusement as you looked down at the vanity, "Tom maybe if you pulled your head out of that trunk you'd remember you took it out ages ago so this wouldn't happen."

He walked over to you grabbing the tie, "Psh I knew it was here. I'm just trying to keep you sharp."

"Sure you are." You laughed as you got up. He held the tie out for you to take. This was how it went before every performance. You and Tom shared a dressing room, you've known each other for almost twenty years and you were adults now, you weren't afraid to change in front of each other. He never got the hang of tying his bow tie, or that's what he let you believe, so whenever he needed to wear one for his costume you helped him put it on.

"There," you said putting your hands down, "You really should learn how to put this on by yourself Tom."

"Yeah but you do it so perfectly," he kissed the top of your head and turned to grab his shoes. Again you rolled your eyes at him but smiled, "Ready?" He looked up at you and smiled, "Ready."

"And now, Y/N and Tom Holland dancing to Teeth!" The interviewer called out. You and Tom stood center stage as the camera panned over to you.

You started facing each other, your faces were supposed to be serious but Tom being his usual self tried to make you break as he wiggled his eyebrows and blew you a kiss. You squinted at him as you very slowly shook your head at him. As the music started you two circled each other as you'd done in rehearsal every day the past week.

When the singer began Tom reached out for your hand leading you two into a foxtrot.

'Can't look away, can't look away'

Tom turned his head to both sides of him and you brought him back to look into your eyes.

'Push me away, push me away'

You pushed Tom and he jumped back as you walked away.

'Begged me to stay, begged me to stay'

He jumped up in front of you getting down on one knee as if begging you not to go.

You picked him back up and began dancing together again.

'Don't know if I'm gonna make it out alive'

You two quickly pulled back from each other never looking away.

'Fight so dirty but your love so sweet'

You pretended to punch him from where you were as Tom was "blocking" it. He ran over to you twirling you so that your back was turned to him.

'Talk so pretty but your heart got teeth'

You swayed together as he pretended to whisper into your ear. You turned swiftly pretending to sink your teeth into his neck.

'Late night devil put your hands on me and never, never, never, ever let go'

He pulled away from you as you circled him, your hands trailing over his chest, back, and around to his abdomen. You jumped away from each other as the song went back to 'fight so dirty'

Instead of doing the same thing as before you did a flip back as Tom made his way back to you, he put his hand on your shoulder. You ducked under it as you turned to him. He grabbed onto your waist as you two did another foxtrot quickly to the music.

Once the song ended you and Tom ran to each other. He grabbed you by the waist and lifted you up to him holding you tight as he twirled you. That's how it was after every performance. You two loved dancing together and had so much energy after you had to take it out somehow. You waved to the audience as you walked to the couch hand in hand.

You let go of each other's hands to shake the interviewer's hand.

"Wow! You two are incredible! How do you do that? It must get tiring?" Graham Norton asked.

Tom looked to you smiling, "It's a lot of hard work and super tiring but it's worth it to be able to dance with this one every day."

"I bet. The chemistry radiating between you is amazing! So you two have been doing this for what eighteen years?" Norton asked.

"Well yes and no. We started out ice skating but once the ice melted we had nothing else to do, then Tom started dancing and of course, as my skating partner I had to be his dance partner. So we've been dancing for sixteen years now." You explained with a big smile on your face.

"Have you two ever thought about doing anything outside of dancing? Or outside of the two of you?"

You and Tom looked at him like he suggested committing a heinous crime.

"No."

"God no."

You spoke at the same time causing the audience to laugh.

"We come as a package deal, I never dance without Tom or with anyone else. There's no one I could trust more than him to toss me in the air and catch me." You giggled.

"And what about with relationships? Do you come as a packaged deal then?"

"Of course! Tom is my best friend. He's sticking with me no matter what a guy says."

Tom let out an 'aww' as he put his arm around you and pulled you close to him so he could place a kiss on your head.

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The interview flew by. On the car ride home, Tom couldn't help but let out a small laugh. "What's so funny?" You asked.

"Nothing, it's just, remember when we were younger you were always so terrified to answer questions? Now you're a pro and take over."

You gasped, "I do not!"

"Oh yes, you do!" He fought back with a laugh.

A blush crept up onto his face as you realized he was right. Noticing this he reached for your hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, "It's ok, no need to be embarrassed it's a good thing."

When he parked in front of your house you sat in the car for a second longer, "Wanna come in and have a movie night?"

He sighed as he looked over at you, "I would love to but I've actually got a date tonight."

You looked at him confused, "When were you planning on telling me?" You were never the jealous type but you always told each other things it was weird for you to find out he had a date right before he had the date. You usually knew moment plans for a date were made.

"Umm, never?" He slowly admitted.

"What?!" You looked at him in shock.

"I just wasn't expecting much to come from this so I only asked her out because she kept hinting at it when we met." He defended himself.

"I want you to call me with details." You squinted at him then left.

You watched as his car drove off. Letting out a puff of air you turned ready to enter your home.

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While Tom was out on his date you decided to watch some movies alone waiting for his call. Every time your phone rang you anxiously looked hoping it was Tom. None of them were. He finally called you the next afternoon three hours before you two were meant to attend an album release party together.

"Y/N?"

"Tom! So nice of you to finally call." You huffed.

"Sorry, I uh- I got caught up. Listen I won't be able to make it to the party tonight do you mind covering for me?" you heard giggling in the back.

"Tom- what? Why not?"

"I've got to go, thanks Y/N!" He shouted then hung up quickly.

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That night at the party you told anyone who would ask that time sprained his ankle last night and was at home resting. You didn't stay for long. Tom was usually there to keep you company but without him, you couldn't seem to have fun you left the party just before ten in the night saying you had rehearsal early in the morning.

You checked your phone when you got home to see if Tom might have texted or called, he didn't. For the next few months, he became very distant. You found out the girl he didn't expect much from was more than either of you expected. They went out all the time and when you met her she was very cold towards you.

Even your manager noticed Tom's change in behavior. She started booking you two for fewer events seeing as how it was starting to affect your dancing. His mind seemed to be somewhere else all the time. Then one day he came to your house looking sad and guilty, "Tom." He stood there shocked. He hardly ever came to your house anymore.

"Hey, Y/N." You were still standing in front of the door when he cleared his throat, "Um can I come in?"

Quickly you moved to the side opening the door, "Of course, come on in." He made his way to your couch taking a seat. He noticed your laptop was on the coffee table, taking a closer look he saw what you were watching. It was a video compilation of your days on Britains Got Talent. A small smile crept on his face as he felt his stomach do tiny flips. Then he remembered why he came and his heart dropped. You took a seat next to him quickly closing your laptop hoping he hadn't seen what was there. The truth was you missed him so much your heart hurt.

He turned to you grabbing your hands, "Y/N, I came over here to tell you that I'm done."

You sat there confused, "What? I don't understand?"

He looked down trying to hold back the tears, "What I'm saying is, I'm done dancing. I can't do this anymore. At least not with you. We cant be friends anymore." He finally blurted out.

You pulled your hands away from him, "What?" How could he say something like this? Then it hit you, "This is because of her isn't it?" You'd never even bothered to learn her name. You just hoped he would finally see she wasn't right for him.

"No, she has nothing to do with it." He stumbled over his words.

"Then why?"

His mouth hung open then shut. He didn't know what to say. Of course it was because of her.

"You're really going to choose this girl who you only met over me your best friend since we were kids?" Once again he stood silent. "Dammit, Tom do you know how many guys I had to break up with because they weren't comfortable with our relationship?"

"I know but-"

"But what? What happened to us being a packaged deal?" You began to raise your voice.

"I never said that, that was all you." He instantly regretted saying that.

You got up and made your way to the door, "Leave. You can figure this out with our manager. Just- just get out of my house." Your voice was low almost like a whisper.

He didn't get up from his spot on the couch. He felt frozen but you spoke once more and the sound of your voice broke his heart, "Please, just go." So he did.

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A few weeks and many canceled events later you and Tom appeared on a dance show as their special guests, "It is with a heavy heart I announce, for their last performance together, Y/N L/N and Tom Holland"

Normally your dances together would include some sort of physical touch, whether it be you grabbing onto him, him throwing you in the air, or some sort of step dance but this time there wasn't any of that. You remained separate throughout the whole song performing the same movements in sync except towards the end your movements began to differ from one other.

By the end of the dance, you heard cheers and hollers from the audience. You never looked at Tom once, not backstage when you were getting ready, not when you made your way to the dance floor, and certainly not now when the dance was over. You kept your head looking straight at the crowd in front of you as tears filled your eyes with a bittersweet smile. With one hand over your heart, you waved to the audience then walked off stage with your head hanging down.

The whole time Tom was looking at you. He felt his chest tighten when you began to walk off without even glancing his way. He had to keep reminding himself this was his doing. He was the one who pushed you away, yet it still hurt to know you wouldn't give him one last hug like you usually did after every performance.

He tried to rush after you but when he got backstage there were too many people walking around for him to find you. Luckily you both were sharing a dressing room so he ran there hoping he'd be able to find you there but to his disappointment, he was met with an empty room. It looked as if you grabbed all your belongings and ran out of there.

The truth was you didn't want to see him because you knew that if you did it would make him leaving so much harder. The last time you spoke to him was that night in your home. Lucky for you Tom had canceled any event you two were supposed to be at together. This made not seeing him so much easier. Of course, you had to face him at rehearsal but it was your idea to do the dance separately. Not only would it be easier on your heart but it was a perfect representation of how you two were drifting apart. The last obstacle was the actual performance, which proved to be easier than you expected. In the dressing room, Tom didn't try to make much conversation so you kept your head down. When the dance was over you had a strong urge to turn and hug him but you stood your ground and ran out of the room as quick as you could. The second you entered the dressing room you began to break down. Not wanting Tom to see you like that you took your bag and ran to your car as quick as you could.

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KNIGHT Magazine March 2021 Issue featuring JAY B

Translated by defdaily

JAY B: Back to the starting point, to set off again

At first sight, Jay B does not seem to have the looks of a popular “Flower Boy”; he has single eyelids typical in Korean boys, and the corners of his eyes crescent up with warmth and pureness as he smiles, drawing people close to him. “Sexy”, “Steady”, “Introverted”，“Warm”，“Sharp” and “Domineering” are all words fans use to describe him. These seemingly unrelated characteristics come together in Jay B and sparks a charisma that is unique to him.

9 years on since debut, he is an all-rounder who sings, dances and composes and his vibrant abilities are obvious to all. However, the entertainment industry is a place that is never short of talent and worthy competitors. Being GOT7’s leader and facing the responsibilities and stress, he did not go down an easy path. Through the endurance, he figured out his own direction of growth and pace - one that is neither nervous or rushed but instead calm and steady. The start of 2021 ushered in the end of his artistic contract and signing new companies, but that did not affect his pace; he made a comeback with his members, writing songs and preparing for his solo album, continuing to do what he is good at, facing the odds calmly and confidently, “2021 to me is a brand new start; I will return to the starting point and start anew.”

Embracing the essence, upholding greatness

Looking through Jay B’s portfolio, he went through many profile changes in the early years. From being an aspiring B-boy, to debuting as an actor, as a boy group duo JJ Project, and 2 years later debuting as GOT7 leader. At every stage, he did his best in whatever he wanted to do. Grabbing every opportunity and going forward earnestly. For dance, he once gave up on his studies and joined a professional dance group very early on. After debuting as a leader, in order to shoulder the responsibilities, he reigned in on his youthful flippance and impetuousness and learned to be tolerant. Through several details, he is managing well. When appearing on variety shows as a group, he made efforts to ensure that every member had the chance to showcase their talents. Before showcases, he is obviously nervous himself but would never forget to remind the others to drink up. He even prioritized group activities over his own, concertedly rejecting solo activities arranged by the company. Till date, he is still the one with the least solo activities. “Instead of myself, it would be better for the other members to begin their solo activities first.”

He is clear-cut and is never trapped between choosing one thing over the other. As a trainee, he also experienced a rebellious phase where he wanted to give up. When he did not know what he wanted, he would follow his heart. He once wrote on SNS “Do whatever you want. If you really love something, then follow your heart and do it.” His motivation sets him on a simple path; start off with love, and put in all his effort into it, working hard to hand in his best submission. He assigned the name Def. to his solo writing, which holds the meaning of “the best, the greatest of all”. Years ago, he had said in a variety show, “When I grow a little older, I must become a truly cool celebrity, and a multi-talented artist.” At that time, when faced with many fresh opportunities, he eagerly leapt forward to try them out, to bloom from all corners. Later, interviewers asked him what his future plans are for the next 5 years, and he said, “Definitely to continue my music-related work, and if my body allows me to, I will continue dancing.” And now, his dreams have more definitively settled on the area of creative music composing, hence, when asked whether he would consider moving into acting again, he said, “Now I can’t fully embody and express a character, but I think I should learn and understand deeply before going into acting. Learning to have restraint and storing one’s potential will help with a better start.

I will open up my heart

Some say the creative must embrace change at all times and maintain a keenness for observation; similarly, Jay B’s awareness of the world is astute and meticulous. He observes life through film lenses, and reflects upon his own feelings in the process. “Through the photos I take, I discovered that my photos are people-centric, and I often am curious about what they are thinking, how they are feeling at that very moment.” The happiness and sorrows of people often differ from one another, but they always leave marks. He likes to record down his surroundings, the people around him and the banalities of everyday life, and incorporate them into his creative works. For example, when writing the song “Rainy”, he laid out photos that he took on a rainy day on the floor of his studio, began arranging and rearranging them, and pondering over the sequences. Thus led to the birth of a rainy love story.

Whether it is on stage or composing music, the ever-changing styles he expresses are undoubtedly based on thoughts and experiences in life. In addition to photography, reading books, watching movies and having conversations with people who have experienced life are all some ways in which he draws inspiration from. “In the future I would like to ponder over everything that I experience genuinely in my life, and describe my true thoughts and feelings. It may not necessarily have to be positive; sometimes it can also be a form of relief by expressing the negativity in a straightforward manner.”

Having been in the spotlight of the entertainment industry for many years, he is no stranger to receiving criticisms, yet he always digests it quietly. His warm, honest aura, along with his sensitivity and sympathetic nature, creates a juxtaposition in his personality. On the performing stage, he is cool and powerful, as if he has an unlimited source energy waiting to be released. In everyday life, the same Jay B he stores that energy and softens up, creating an entirely different image. He is used to treating others with kindness, and knows how to live as himself: “Instead of paying attention to the criticism and living like someone else, I would rather be myself and accept the criticism.” He loves life, and likes to play with his three cats. He remembers a funny incident, “One of my cats likes to lick the carpet, so there was one time I accidentally stepped on the carpet and almost fell.” Like many young folks, during his leisure time, he reads and sleeps to relieve stress. When his schedule is packed, he would take a stroll at the working site, sometimes taking photos and videos and sharing them along the way. He has his own world, but it is not locked up at all; it is wide open and welcome for everyone to visit. There was once where he read a word in a book that reminded him of b-boying, so he simply left the house and b-boyed along the streets, posting a clip of it on SNS. He thinks that the name that Chinese fans call themselves sounds nice, but he also likes calling everyone “best friend”. Realizing he might sound impolite, he carefully added that it does not mean he does not like the former, just like an old friend with no filter who says what they want but never fails to consider your feelings.

Tackling the unknown is full of delight

“Unknown challenges, to me, are very interesting. I find tackling new things to be a really great thing.” In this new year, with a new company and new plans, Lim Jaebeom has started on his journey of transformation. Taking on a path that he has to take alone, even though he may still be adapting to this new identity and role, “I am really alone now, it feels fascinating yet a little awkward.” He understands to cherish, and wishes to continue making even greater music for the group. He also looks forward dearly for his music to find a place of its own in the music sphere. Being faced with the challenges that await him, he is eager to create a world of his own. At a certain program where he was asked by his members, “Are you happy?”, he hesitated and replied: “I don’t know.” In fact, he is just like the music that he writes - it does not shock or excite but you will never get bored of it after repeated listens; the kind of music he pursues is not one with intricate formal design or various showy techniques, but one that expresses of real and honest emotions triggered by real and honest events.

As he faces the ebb and flow of the tide calmly and inches closer to his dreams with each step, he is still the young boy he was before, fiery passion in his gaze, sincerely embracing change, maturing and growing through it. Perhaps he might not know when his personal happiness will arrive, but he has never stopped looking for it. For his era is imminent.

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Numbers

Word count: 1790

Cameos: Graham Norton and Daniel Radcliffe (don’t ask why)

Synopsis: Running late to her interview on the Graham Norton show, she arrives wearing a latex dress and having to give a good excuse on why she’s wearing something that’s considered heavily sexual; only one person on the lounge knows the true reason and that’s Henry Cavill.

Original a/n: X

A/N: Let’s see how this one works….might even be a pre-hype for chapter 6 of Uncomfortable . Also, sound note, due to researching bdsm I got hyper curious; I’m an outsider looking in and my knowledge of bdsm is purely from research and not uh...being in..yeah...

Warning: P*RN! (I’m kidding!! Or am I?). Fingering (male giving/female receiving), hand job (female attempting to give/male receiving), daddy/princess/ naughty girl/baby being used.

I’m not sure if this will be a one off or if I’ll keep going….so until than..hopefully enjoy.

For your listening pleasure: Spotify playlist.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome Y/N” Graham Norton said as he stood up.

The two male guests turned their attention to the back entrance of the stage; watching as she walked out.

“I’m so sorry I’m late” She hugged Graham.

“Look at you” Graham wasn’t sure what to think of her in her black thigh length latex dress.

She blushed a little as Graham lead her over to the two other guests. She stepped towards Daniel Radcliffe “Oh my god, hi” She almost squealed as they hugged.

“Hi” Daniel was used to fans eagerly meeting him for the first time.

She stepped back; she was hesitant to interact with him. They were each other’s secret, he was the reason she was dressed like this.

“Hi” She smiled at Henry Cavill.

Henry carefully hugged her “Hi” he tried to hold back his words.

The three of them sat down; Graham looked down at his cue cards.

“So, I have to ask. What’s with the dress?” Graham looked up at her as she tried to get comfortable on the lounge without flashing the world her underwear.

She placed her hands over the skirt half of her dress; She turned her attention to Graham, Henry was intrigued to hear her reason. “Well, it’s part of the reason I was late.”

Henry kept his poker face on as she tried to avoid his gaze.

“Well, a friend of mine had their birthday party. Her theme of the party was leather and latex”

Graham and Daniel’s eyes widened.

Henry attempted to hold his composure. Is that what she’s calling it? He thought to himself.

“The guys had to dress in leather and the girls had to dress in latex. Unfortunately, I also forget about the time it takes to get from the party to here and didn’t have a chance to change clothes. So” She gave an awkward this is what you get shrug.

Henry was surprised to see how calm she was acting with her response. He had realised that she hadn’t looked at him once while she explained.

“How do I get an invite?” Daniel piped up as he tried to control his laughter.

“You just gotta know the right people” Y/N winked at him.

Graham was glad he didn’t have his wine in his hand as he heard that answer.

Henry noticed her little side eye glance at him as she turned her attention to the audience in front of her.

“I have no shame in what I do in the comfort of my own home” She smirked as members in the audience started to cheer.

Henry studied her carefully as she picked up her glass of water.

“Right” Graham was lost for words as he looked down at his cue cards.

# # #

“And that’s all for tonight, join me next week when we sit down with Ralph Fiennes, Gary Oldman and David Tennant.” Graham spoke to the cameras before turning his attention to the guests on the lounge.

She was bright red from laughing all night; her first experience on the graham Norton show and it was the best interview she had, it helped that she had Henry Cavill and Daniel Radcliffe to bounce off with their energy including Graham Norton who kept digging at the right questions while keeping his guests in line.

The three guests stood up and walked backstage where staff for the show began to unmic them.

“It was absolutely lovely meeting you, Daniel” She said to him; she couldn’t believe that she had a chance to finally meet her childhood crush.

“Lovely to meet you as well Y/N” Daniel smiled “Did you want that photo now?”

“Oh, yes please” she bounced on the balls of her heels; Henry carefully watched her. She had only interacted with him when she had to, when the cameras were rolling, and he had noticed. “Thank you” she said to the person who finished unmic-ing her.

Her assistant pulled Y/N’s phone out of her bag “Smile” she said to Y/N and Daniel as they stood together. Kel took two photos.

“Again, thank you so much Daniel” she beamed.

“You’re welcome, hope I get to see you around again.” Daniel bid goodbye to everyone in the room as he and his assistant left the green room.

It just left Henry, Leah; his assistant, Kel and Y/N.

“I just have to run to the bathroom than we’re good to go” She said to Kel.

Henry was surprised to see how well Y/N was doing by ignoring him.

“It was lovely to see you Mr Cavill” She looked at Henry; she had broken his surprise.

“Likewise, Y/N.” Henry smirked. The four of them knew, they all knew but only two of them knew more than the other two.

“Right. Bathroom.” She spoke out loud to herself as she exited the green room and down the halls to find the toilets.

- - -

“Just be a moment” she called out when she heard a knock on the door. She was thankfully her underwear wasn’t latex. She began to turn on the taps when she heard the knock on the door again, this time it sounded impatient.

She gritted her teeth as the knocking continue; she unlocked the door and stood in surprise.

Henry pushed her back into the cubicle, he locked the door behind him.

“Latex and leather party, huh?” His hot breath squashed against her face.

She nodded slightly.

He used one hand to keep her pushed up against the wall of the cubicle while his other hand began to run up her thigh “And ignoring me all night? I thought you’d know better than to ignore me.”

Her hands ran down the front of his jacket “and I thought you knew better than to make me late.” She titled her head up slightly as she watched his poker face.

His hand stopped at the bikini line of her underwear “I can make you however late I like.”

Her hands moved down to his belt.

“Did I say you could touch my belt?” He breathed.

She nodded slightly.

“I don’t think so” The hand that was holding her against the wall moved down to her hands, pushing her hands away. While his hand in between her thighs began to trace the outside of her underwear. “You teased me all afternoon, now it’s mine turn.”

“Teasing? Is that what you call it? I call it being professional” She moved her hands back to his belt.

“Professional?”

She could feel his thumb softly stroking the centre of her underwear; she could feel what he was doing. She kept her attention on him as her hands fumbled with his belt buckle. He wasn’t stopping her this time. She wrapped one of her hands around his flaccid kraken; she watched as he shook his head, she bit down on her lower lip as she pouted slightly.

Henry began to move his index finger inside of her underwear; their eyes locked onto each other. Her hand still around his kraken, she hadn’t done anything, but she knew what she was doing. She could feel his index finger making a come here motion in between her legs.

She parted her lips slightly as she began to moan.

“Shh…”He hushed her; she leant forward, leaning on his shoulder trying to conceal her moans in the collar of his shirt.

She felt his index finger stroke faster; She tried to stroke his kraken, but Henry was distracting her with just one finger that she couldn’t keep her focus on him.

She carefully bit down on the collar of his jacket as Henry hit the right nerves inside of her; she wanted to scream out. She wanted to be loud; she could feel Henry’s upper body move as he began to laugh.

“Not...” She moaned “Fu…” she couldn’t finish the word funny as Henry moved his index finger out of her underwear “Nny.” She kissed his neck.

“Did I say you could kiss me?” Henry sounded strict.

“Yes” She nibbled at his ear.

“Naughty girl” Henry laughed a little; he used his other hand to push her away “Now it’s your turn to wait.”

She pouted “but I don’t want to.”

Henry brought his index finger up to his lips; he placed it in his mouth tasting her over his finger “You know the rules. Every time you ignore me...”

“Baby has to wait her turn” she finished his sentence.

Henry nodded before moving his hands to put himself back into his pants.

She crossed her arms against her chest as she pouted.

“You started it, I’m going to finish it.” Henry unlocked the cubicle door “Now don’t you have somewhere to be.”

She sighed as she gave him puppy dog eyes.

“Your not Kal, this won’t work on me.” Henry went back to his poker face.

“But I know what will.” She chewed down on her lower lip.

Henry rolled his eyes “Now, princess. Your assistant will send a search party if your in here for too long.” He gently moved Y/N out of the cubicle.

She adjusted the bottom of her dress and her underwear as Henry washed his hands. Henry looked up in the mirror’s reflection watching as she left him alone in the bathroom without a word being said.

She saw Kel standing in the reception “Sorry, I got lost” she lied.

“Lost, is that what we’re calling it?” Kel remarked.

“Yes” She swiftly responded.

“How the two of you have managed to keep things private is behind Leah and I” Kel mentioned as she lead Y/N out of the studio building and to their awaiting car.

They both got into the backseat of the awaiting car; Kel heard a phone notification as they buckled into the backseat, she searched her bag and pulled out two phones. One was hers and the other was Y/N’s. Kel reached Y/N’s phone towards her.

Y/N took the phone and tapped her screen seeing a new message, she tapped it open.

10.

She knew what it meant, it meant that he wanted her home in 10 minutes; She looked at Kel “Are we going straight home?”

Kel looked down at her phone, checking the schedule in her phone “You have one more interview to pop to than you can head home.”

She leaned her head back on the headrest of the back seat “Okay” she moved her attention back to her phone. She flicked through her emojis and sent a halo faced emoji.

It was Henry and Y/N’s code for sorry to disappoint but you have to wait.

Henry sent back an instant message with a devil faced emoji.

It was Henry and Y/N’s code for your in for a hell of a time when we are together again.

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Young Thug's Message From Behind Bars To T.I And Boosie Badazz

Young Thug, the charismatic rap sensation, may be facing legal troubles with the ongoing YSL RICO case. However, that hasn't stopped him from stirring up the music world with his latest move. On June 29, Young Thug's message on his Instagram Stories, spoke to rap legends T.I. and Boosie Badazz to drop their long-awaited collaborative project. "Yo, @mamaheliveagain2.0 and @tip, ya'll go ahead and drop that album together," Young Thug wrote. "That's all a n-gga wants." It's a bold request from someone who's currently dealing with a lot on his plate, but Thugga's enthusiasm for the joint project is evident. What Do T.I and Boosie Badazz Have To Say About Young Thug's Message? Boosie Badazz has yet to respond to Thug's message, leaving fans curious about his stance on the matter. However, T.I. showed his support by reposting the story on his own Instagram. Additionally, he included a series of emojis that suggested he's on board with the idea. It's a promising sign that the collaboration might finally see the light of day. The journey toward this collaboration has been anything, but smooth for T.I. and Boosie. In February, Boosie declared that he was no longer interested in the project. This came after allegations that T.I. had snitched on a deceased relative in the past. "If he did that, you're a fucking rat too," Boosie bluntly stated during an interview with VladTV. After, the two engaged in a public back-and-forth. Eventually the artists made amends in April. Boosie announced that the album was back on track, along with a reality show. During a conversation with Fat Joe on Instagram Live in November 2022. Boosie had already hyped up the album, claiming it would be harder than Drake and 21 Savage's "Her Loss." Now, with Young Thug's endorsement, fans are eagerly awaiting the collab. Young Thug's request comes hot on the heels of his own new album, "Business is Business," which features heavyweight artists like Drake, Future, and 21 Savage. Despite his current legal situation, Young Thug remains a force to be reckoned with. Continuously pushing boundaries and making his mark. As we wait for the response from Boosie Badazz, it's clear that Young Thug's message is a sign he isn't letting his legal troubles dampen his spirit. By keeping the music alive and encouraging fellow artists to create and collaborate. Whether or not T.I. and Boosie take note of Thugga's call, one thing is certain: the anticipation for their joint project is reaching fever pitch, and fans can't wait to see what these Southern rap legends have in store for them. For more hip-hop news, check FMHipHop Brittany Belizor | Instagram @brittieb_ | Twitter @bbelizor Read the full article

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The Freedom of Expression, radio version - Ep 40, July 2016 - Time cover showing pregnant rape victim, Hiranabe's bad luck, Brexit.

Kaoru starts by saying that at the time this episode is broadcast, Dir will just have finished thier live at Shinkiba Studio Coast. At the time of recording, the live has obviously yet to take place, but Joe assures Kaoru he will be there. Kaoru then says that an extra last minute date has been added to the tour at Zepp Tokyo on the 4th of July. It really is last minute because it was announced only a few ours ago on the 2nd of July.

Kaoru then states that although they have played it at lives, today will be the first public broadcast of the studio version of the new single, Utafumi. He then comments on how they have only been able to play one record per show recently, due to getting to carried away with the conversation. They don't yet know who will join them for the second half of the show, but they hope its Tasai.

Kaoru's first topic is about the controversial March 21st cover of Time International magazine, which featured a nude, pregnant photo of a 17 year old South-Sudanese woman named Ayak who had been raped and made pregnant by soldiers during the country's civil war. She also contracted HIV as a result of being raped. Despite this, she is eagerly awaiting the birth of her child. Kaoru mentions how this is similar to a previous cover of Time, which showed a girl whose nose had been cut off by the Taliban. Kaoru says he feels that war and rape are the same thing in his mind, they are both forms of attack on people. He wonders what the South-Sudanese woman thinks about being on the cover, but he feels no desire to criticize the image. Joe says the image will have been published with the consent of the woman, and she will probably have wanted to send out a message with it. He thinks people who criticize the image might feel sorry for the woman. Kaoru states that feeling sorry for her is out of the question, by which he means that the image isn't intended for that purpose. It's purpose is to show the reality of what is actually happening. He then says that he does not know a lot about it, but the woman has been made into an outlet of this war, and by seening her photo, he gets a sense of how she feels. Joe changes the subject slightly by bringing up the recent hate-speech control bill in Japan, which had been the focus of a lot of debate. The bill included no provision of penalities, which led some to question what is the point of a law with no penalities for breaking it. On the other hand, some people think the bill is important because it shows the state publicly condemning hate speech. Joe says he interviewed one of the people behind the bill, who said that the most important thing to consider is what the people who have been victims of hate speech think about it. Of course, non-hate speech victims also have thier opinion, but we must not forget the opinions of those who have actually been affected by hate speech. Joe relates this back to the topic by saying that the most important thing to consider about this Time cover is the message the woman herself is trying to communicate. In this respect Kaoru thinks that trying to criticize the image is pretty odd.

Next, they start the Tokyo Sports corner, and lo and behold, its Hiranabe who will join them today. Kaoru tells Hiranabe that for the last few episodes they had been hoping he wouldn't appear this week, because if he gets too carried away talking, they won't have time to play the new single at the end of the show. Kaoru then says its been while since they've seen him, and Hiranabe says he hasn't wanted to appear in public over the last few weeks. Why? When lining up - hungover - to get a public admission ticket to view the first trail of disgraced baseball player Kiyohara Kazuhiro, he had been snapped up close by the paparazzi without noticing, and his face had subsequently appeared in the newspaper. The journalist who took the photo thought Hiranabe looked kinda familiar, and thought he might get a scoop if Hiranabe turned out to be Kiyohara's drug dealer or something. Hiranabe was too embarrassed to show his face in public for a while after this. He now knows what it feels like to be on the recieving end of the paparazzi.

Next he tells a story about getting mugged by a Chinese woman with big boobs in Ginza 8/7 chome. According to him there are a lot of Chinese pimps there, and he warns listeners to be careful of this area. Joe says he doesn't think thats true. Hiranabe knew the woman was trying to scam him as soon as he saw her, so when she called out to him to go for a drink, he declined. She then embraced him, pushing her boobs up against him for 5 seconds. He broke loose and went home, where he realised that the ¥20,000 that had been in his pocket had gone. The woman had snatched it in the 4 or 5 seconds that he was momentarily excited by her. Joe says that was an expensive 5 seconds. Kaoru says to Hiranabe, 'I bet you liked it really', to which Hiranabe admits that he did. But he laments that he is sick of bad things happening to him, and reminds everyone again not to go to Ginza 8 chome. He adds that the woman was cute though. Kaoru and Joe comment on how Hiranabe's ramblings have nothing to do with the Freedom of Expression. Kaoru reckons this will come back up as one of the stories of the year if they do another live special in at the end of the year.

Very swiftly, Hiranabe begins his actual news topic, which is that the UK has declared to leave the EU. This prompts him to say that Europe has many big breasted blondes, but he apologises and says they probably wouldn't steal ¥20,000 from him though. Getting back on topic, he says a lot of people he knows have lost money on the stock exchange since the announcement was made. He comments on how the UK's decision to leave the EU was actually a very close call between leave or remain. Joe mentions the murder of a British pro-remain politician (Jo Cox) which happened shortly before the result, and which made Joe think that UK would probably end up leaning more towards remain. It was a shocking result. Hiranabe wonders what will happen if the UK have stated thier intention to leave, but secretly want to remain. He also asks what will happen if Scotland and N.Ireland declare to seperate from the UK to remain in Europe. The UK would lose its a lot of its manufacturing power, according to him, as London is only a financial centre, not a manufacturing centre. (*No mention of the rest of England and Wales here*). For this reason he thinks the UK secretly wants to remain. Joe comments on the possible economic ripple effects it could have on Japan. The yen was already high at this point, and Joe says further recession in Japan might occur as a result. Its pretty terrible to imagine that the British could have voted to leave the EU without really meaning it, but at the same time have caused financial choas around the world. Hiranabe mentions that the UK itself may suffer economically if they leave the EU, in which case a big breasted British blonde would probably get ¥200,000 from him if she ever tried the same trick as described earlier. (laughs from the others). He'd let her hold onto him for longer. Joe tells him not to put so much cash in his pockets.

Kaoru realises the conversation has gone too far again, and questions whether there'll be enough time to play the new single. There is a light flashing at him to play the record now, but Joe jokes its a warning lamp from the director that Hiranabe is about to get killed. Just as Kaoru is about to play the record, Kami jumps in to sympathise with Hiranabe's paparazzi incident from earlier. Kaoru manages to play the record just in time.

After the record finishes, Kaoru says that he had intended to do a more dramatic, impressive introduction to the single, instead of being like, 'Quick, I gotta play the record, Ok, here it is!'. Hiranabe tells him to explain the song properly now, but Kaoru grumpily says there's no time left, he has to close the show, and this is what happens when Hiranabe comes on the show. Kaoru also thinks that Kami butted in right at the last moment on purpose. He finishes with a quick plug of his tour and says its been an interesting day.

Songs - Dir en grey/Amber, Utafumi.

#dir en grey #the freedom of expression #radio

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Red Velvet | rufus shinra x reader

rqst: anything sinful for baby daddy shinra. i beg on my hands and knees D:

a/n: motivation to write comes in mysterious ways. seriously this remake had no business making these men so attractive. i thought advent children was an upgrade, yet here we are.

edit: sorry for the repost, it looked so strange formatted on my mobile so i wasn’t sure if it was the same for everyone or not. but hey, this way i can name it after a cake now and potentially turn it into an accidental sugar daddy series.

turns out it was the damn image

implied avalanche!reader

“No, please. Really. The honor is all mine.”

It was ironic really. The term ‘honor’ thrown around so seamlessly as the highest paid men in Midgar sat splayed out on his white couch. Talking confidently down the speaker to an agent of some press company while the fatness of his cock filled the confines of your mouth.

He’d hardly reacted in the slightest to your insistence on breaking his resolve; pulling out all the stops to evolve the slightest embarrassing whimper. Anything to have other other voice on the line question his well being .

But the man was as resilient as always, going as far as to card his hands through your hair in encouragement. It would be a lot more irritating if you didn’t find his display of prowess so fucking sexy.

With a huff, you restrained from biting down and instead drew back far enough to focus some attention on the tip. Your enthusiastic efforts were only proving to tire yourself out and at this rate he was no closer to finishing than when you started.

And if there was any more fitting creed for Rufus Shinra, it was to: ‘finish what one started and accept the consequences at the end.’

“Of course. Thank you for your time.”

It was the tightening grip at the base of your skull that signified the ending call before it truly came to a close. Drawing your gaze upwards, you found it met with obvious amusement. His hand now freed of his phone stroked tenderly at your cheek.

“What a naughty girl trying to embarrass me like that. Where are you manners?”

Now you really did bite him, albeit less vicious than your thoughts as you nibbled at his foreskin. His answering huff was certainly heavier than before as if weighed down by the previously possessed prudence. You responded eagerly to the thumb pulling back at the corner of your lip, widening your mouth to the obvious prompting.

“Now there’s my good girl,” he murmured quietly as he fed you his length. The tip you once tortured now did the same to the back of your throat, nudging teasingly against your reflex. You did your best to swirl your tongue where you could, which was ironically everywhere yet nowhere at all. He took up more space that was permitted for flexibility.

The wetness behind your eyes was prominent but not enough to show themselves to the world. Not that it mattered against the sound of your broken gags. The touch still present at the back of your head prevented you from retracting back on his cock. Though quitting wasn’t part of the plan.

Rufus smirked at the mirrored resolve you threw back at him, equally amused and proud. “I can’t decide where I want to fill you.” His hips rolled, edging another inch down your throat. “Seems like such a waste to coat your throat. You wouldn’t even be able to taste it. But we don’t really have time to get you all wet and bothered, now do we?”

It went left unsaid how wet and undeniably bothered you already were.

It wasn’t like you could verbally confirm or deny.

Shifting your weight from where you’d been kneeled for the better part of nearly half an hour you wiggled closer and made a feeble attempt to relax your throat further. Reflexive tears burned the brim as the action slid him in deeper than you could practically accommodate.

“You do this to both of us, you know?” he rasped. Try as he might, he was a mere mortal in the confines of a man. “Always disappearing and showing up when our schedules are the tightest. Rarely ever have enough time to play properly.”

Your occurrences weren’t properly planned nor at your own discretion. Though it truly did speak volumes how your own schedule could compete with the overcompensating agenda of a public figure. The two of you made due, however. Rufus changing an in person interview to an impersonal over the phone just an hour prior to the arrangement.

His grip curled to the knuckle.

“Why don’t we just-”

The sharp buzz vibrated against the backside of your jeans. It was an inconsistent rumble, matching the staccato ringtone of a specific alert you couldn’t easily ignore. It was rather comical how sympathetic you look as you stared up at him from the base of his dick.

Rufus had all the right to look disgruntled but merely raised a brow with a heavy sigh. He certainly made you feel every inch as he withdrew, leaving you more than a little breathless as you fell back.

Wedging the phone from between yourself and the floor, you confirmed your suspicion with a roll of your eyes. There were times that working a regular nine to five came across a bit more appealing.

“What now?”

“Oh touchy, touchy. Did you fail to get your boyfriend’s dick wet?”

The scratch of Biggs tone of aggravating endearment never failed to grate on your nerves. It was common awareness of what you were often off doing, even if they weren’t aware of who it was with. Likely for the best in all parties.

“B-” Closing your eyes briefly, you dared to collect yourself. At this rate, it was pretty apparent that this call meant you were needed. “Give me something or fuck off.”

Peeking up, Rufus made no move to retuck himself, instead relaxing back against the couch as he awaited the conclusion of your call. It was obvious that neither of you were going to get anywhere but you supposed this was his house and he could do what he wanted.

“At least get laid if you’re going to disappear like that. Fuck, now you’re going to be cranky.”

“I’m either going to hang up or give you an earful. Try me.”

The latter was a bluff, but Biggs would know none the wiser.

His frantic tone told as much.

“ Base meeting o’ hurry the fuck up.”

The call ended promptly before buzzing briefly with what you assumed was a location.

“You are such a busy little duckling.”

Rolling back into your haunches, you used Rufus’ purposely spread knees to being yourself up. His untouched cock was just as red and flushed as you left it, certainly not far from bursting.

You could finish it quite easily actually but then you would be the one left unsatisfied and that didn’t seem fair.

Rufus clearly read your thoughts without fail.

“For two minutes of your time, I could spend hours between your legs in return.”

Huffing out a laugh you managed to make it to your feet, towering over him with your own amusement,” You had thirty minutes. No one told you to deny yourself.”

He chucked in return,” Like you don’t enjoy breaking the seal of my restraint.”

You did. Too much really.

You watched mistrustfully as he leaned in closer but his hands remained within sight and out of threatening range.

His lips met yours briefly, a slow and languid appreciation. “You’re right. Thirty minutes of your time was more than deserved. I’ll return the favor.”

A sharp smack against your rear broke the spell and you stumbled back.

“Now run off, daddy has a few things to take care of anyway. Let me know if you’ll be returning tonight.”

At this rate you would take down your own team just to get back.

#rufus shinra x reader #rufus shinra imagine #rufus shinra #ffvii x reader #ff7 remake #ffvii remake

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