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heyitsyn · 4 years

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Keeping Up With Seijoh Ep. 6

a/n: DKFJSLDKFSJ OMG YOU GUYS IVE LTR BEEN LOOKING FORWARD TO THIS FOR SO LONG AACCKKK!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

also, omg im screeching bc BAHAHAHA THERE IS GOING TO BE A SLIGHT PLOT TWIST YOU GUYS!!!!!

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anon:

- Ever since yn got lost during a trip to another school, the team made the rule that she has to hold one of their hands. Its probably so small compared against the boys. She got lost cause babie saw a cat

SKDLFJLSDKFJ EWWWWWWWW IM SCREECHING IN DISGUST RIGHT NOW LIKE THATS SO DIS COS TANG OIKAWA TOORU LIKE LEAVE MY GUY ALONE!!!!!!! #LETMAKKILIVE

lmao yep this is really happening

okay so anyways

you guys know how seijoh is like known around the prefecture right?

and we all know that nekomata and old ukai are like besties so they were talking over the phone right

and nekomata was complaining that his players were already fed up with playing against the same people and they wanted to be challenged and wanted new exposure to other players and all that jazz

old ukai was cackling at the other side bc haha youre actually begging me to find you new teams now?

but anyways

theyre like besties forever so ofc old ukai would help

and by help, he turned to poor zaddy keishin and told him to look for teams that could be sent up to tokyo and play against nekoma

‘what?! im already busy and i dont have time to scout-’

‘YOU WATCH YOUR TONGUE BOY! I CREATED YOUR FATHER AND WITHOUT HIM, YOU WOULDNT BE HERE TODAY!’

‘BOLD OF YOU TO ASSUME I WANTED TO BE ALIVE IN THE FIRST PLACE!’

family goals 😍😍😍

but keishin still listened to his grandfather and recommended seijoh as being the one to go as they are one of the hardest to beat opponents in the preferecture

but its more like he wants to hear about nekoma being destroyed by oikawa’s service aces and grovel at their feet since naoi always made fun of them saying country boys arent as good as city boys

LIKE PLEASE

anyways!!!!!!

nekomata got word of it and immediately phoned aoba johsai and talked to the coach

‘yes, i heard from an old friend of mine that you are quite strong’

nekomata praised, wanting and desperate to have them come up

‘and do you think your team is good enough to beat us?’

LMAO YESSSS GRANDPA IRIHATA!!! DRAG THEM KITTIES!!!!

WAIT NO THAT SOUNDS WRONG

but they settled on their disagreements and decided yep they were going to go up there and have a practice match

however

irihata and nekomata wanted their boys to be kept in the dark about who this team is as knowing them, they have sources to find them tapes of old plays

they wanted it to be a fair match

even the managers were being kept from it as they could easily be influenced by the players for that information

irihata walked into the gym and announced a team meeting to which they stopped

you sat down next to kyotani, who pulled you beside him and wrapped a protective arm around your waist

‘we have a practice match against a prominent team up in tokyo in 3 days. make sure you have your plays right and pat down as they are known to be quite an opponent’

the boys shouted a determined cheer and they all hussled back to practice

you were running around, tending to everyone with towels or medical tape

once you finally sat back down on the bench, you noticed your phone screen light up, indicating someone sent you a message

it was natsu

you swiped open and smiled softly at his picture

it a selfie of him in front of his school as you told him to send you a picture that he arrived safely

‘got here in one piece since im not ready to meet daddy satan yet’

i hate him you guys

after receiving news of his mother gaining custody of him, he cheered and was able to go back to tokyo without his father in the picture

lets just say,,, hes not nice

anyways

you were sad to let him go but you understood he missed his friends and his almost-boyfriend so you were able to say goodbye easily at the station

‘gross but im pretty sure katsuki would blow satan to smithereens’

‘hehe ;) he would’

‘N A S T Y’

you cringed but giggled and the team noticed so they tried hard to gain your attention back on them

‘aaa!!!!! y/n-chan!!! my leg!!!!’

‘i think i chopped off my finger!!!!’

‘my head snapped off my body!!!!!’

you rolled your eyes and placed your phone down before walking over to mattsun to help him snap his head back on his neck

finally, it was the day of the match

you were arranged to stay the night at tokyo to have a few practice matches with this unknown team

the team was arranged to meet at the train station at 9:45 since the train leaves at 10

you arrived the earliest to keep track of everyone and just because you were actually kinda excited

theres this weird feeling in your stomach that isn’t exactly bad but its,,, giddy

you sat on the bench, waiting for the team

they all started arriving one by one and you were doing a headcount for everyone but you were missing one

you checked your phone and you noticed he was getting late

it was already 9:54

you hate it when people are late to meeting time so you were slightly irritated

you dialed up your captain’s number and you stood up, pacing around

‘hello~~~~ y/n-cha-’

‘oikawa-san! do you know what time it is?! you were arranged to come here at specifically 9:45 but its 14 minutes passed that so where the hell are you? you better have a good excuse you piece of-’

‘aww y/n-chan oikawa-san is sorry’

someone whispered in your ear from behind and you flinched, surprised at the sudden person

oikawa wrapped an arm around your waist while his other hung up the call and you turned around, arms crossed while pouting at him

‘sorrysorrysorry!’

he apologized and you rolled your eyes

‘i swear, oikawa-san. if i find out it was because of your hair again-’

‘oi shittykawa! your sister just called me and you left the curling iron on, you stupid bastard!’

iwaizumi’s shout made oikawa sweat and pale

your eyes glinted dangerously

‘this is the last straw, oikawa-san’

you growled and he shot down to his knees and was about to start praying to you when the coach decided he had enough entertainment for the day and called everyone to gather around

‘heres your tickets. this train will get us there around lunch time so dont worry about getting hungry’

the shinkansen train had 2-person seating so everyone fought secretly amongst each other to sit next to you

literally, their private group chat was blowing up until early this morning at the shouts and yells of everyone caps locking their arguments as to why they deserve to sit next to you

the only one who didnt was mattsukawa issei

bc quite frankly, he didnt care who he sat next to and although it sounds nice to be next to you, he isnt exactly the comfiest to sleep on due to the obvious size difference

lmao like your head probably wouldnt reach his shoulders bruh

now youre not oblivious

or blind

so you noticed the glares of everyone as you all stood for the train to come

and you also noticed mattsun just standing there, bored, so you sneaked over to him, wrapping your arms around him

‘arent you excited, mattsun-san?’

he gasped quietly at your sudden appearance but he smirked

‘its nothing special. just another team that we’re going to beat’

you giggled at his confidence and you walked in front of him so you could properly be held by him

it was practically second nature now by the way he just opened his arms and you crashed into them, his own wrapping around your shoulders to hold you tight

‘i love your confidence so much mattsun-san’

he flushed red and furrowed his eyebrows, head turning to the side to hide the obvious effect you had on him

‘whats the point of playing when you cant be confident’

‘aaaa why are you looking away mattsun-san!!!’

lmao when the team saw you sitting next to mattsun, they all felt so betrayed like bruh

ltr kyo and iwa were about to go feral

oikawa was like ready to screech his ass off but one look from you made him shut up

‘i sincerely, really, truly hope youre just complaining about the seat hurting your flat ass, oikawa-san’

KDFJLSDKFJSDL Y/N NO STOP IT

it was kinda funny actually bc everyone was all pouting and sulky while you just have mattsun who’s smirking like ‘beat that’

SDKFJLSDKF I LOVE MATTSUN’S SMIRK LIKE PLEASE OMG

ofc he let you sit at the window bc you love window seats

like iwa, he also pulls up the arm barrier thingy and you shuffle closer to him and mattsun practically combusts

the ride isnt expected to be very long but you still found yourself sleeping during it

mattsun has his arm around your shoulder while your head is leaning against his peck man boobie

omg its so cute like he actually slides lower on the seat to help you reach his shoulder and hes slouching and back is hurting just for you

;’)

he was awake the whole time bc he couldnt sleep with his heart beating so hard it might rip out of his chest

ew thats kinda gorey

your hand was gripping his own and to pass time, he found himself fiddling with your fingers

an unknown smile appeared on his face at the obvious size difference between yours and his

a finger traced different and foreign shapes just to feel the softness of your hand and he combusts again when you unconsciously squeeze his hand

mattsun couldnt help but bring your linked hands up and kiss the back of yours

it was soft, gentle, and his lips lingered there for more than a second

then a sudden feeling of fatigue washed over him and he leaned his cheek against the top of your head

the last thing he remembers is the smell of your f/s (favorite smell) shampoo

then you guys arrived in tokyo

irihata had to personally wake you all up because even naoi fell asleep and everyone fell asleep

irihata gently shook mattsun awake and when the boy opened his eyes, the older man nodded over to your form

‘gently wake her up’

as if mattsun didnt already know

thats why he softly ran the pad of his thumb on your cheek that was exposed to the air

‘y/n~~’

he coos and your nose twitches, in between the border of dreams and reality

‘darling, wake up, baby bear’

FSDKLFJSDLKSDJKFJDSKLFJSDLFKSJDLF YOU GUYS I CANNNNTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

also im listening to kataomoi by aimer so that kinda influences the ‘darling

his deep voice that surprisingly reaches a level of quietness made your eyes flutter

your whole face scrunched at suddenly being woken up but the sight of mattsun’s genuine smile made you mirror it and cuddle closer for an extra dose of warmth

‘hmm, is my baby tired?’

he teasingly whispers and you nodded, snuggling even further and he gently cups your face

his hold had made your cheeks squeeze slightly together and your pout increased the cute factor

‘nwoooo dont skweeze demmm’

you slurred and he chuckled

‘hai hai’

‘kwiss it better’

you demanded and he full on laughed before moving his hands to your jaws so he could plant many kisses on your cheeks

the repeated kisses tickled so you giggled and squirmed

‘aaaaaa mattsun-san it tickles!!!’

your playful protests forced him to stop and allow you to actually sit up

as usual, your hair was a bird’s nest and mattsun attempted to settle it out

‘hah, y/n-chan your hair is like another being itself’

he choked out and you pouted at him

‘so mean! mattsun-san is so mean! baba-san! rescue me!!’

yahaba was known in the team to be the one who fixed your hair and you trusted him the most with it

hearing his name being called, the pretty boy dashed towards you and mattsun’s seats

‘is senpai giving you trouble again? come, honey, come to baba-san’

mattsun gave him a look for the younger’s passive agressive tone

oikawa immediately dashed over right next to yahaba

‘oh? y/n-chan! oikawa-san is here!!’

iwa and kyo growled

‘SHUT UP SHITTYKAWA!’

meanwhile irihata and naoi were just done

they just wanted to get off the train like is that such a big favor?

finally!!!!

seijoh was able to actually make it to the city and ngl, despite living in sendai, you were actually overwhelmed by the bustling city of tokyo

there were people all over the place and many cars and you were being pushed around

it didnt help that it was ltr lunch hour and a flurry of business people just flooded out of their buildings

you unconsciously gripped your bag and focused on just not tripping over people so your eyes were trained on your feet

then in the corner of your eye, you saw a tiny animal that was in danger of being stepped on so you ofc had to go chase after it

you shouted at some people to watch out and to not step on it

but then it disappeared

the moment you looked up, everyone was gone

you panicked and your head was turning from side to side

‘MATTSUN-SAN?! IWA-SAN?! KYO-SAN?!’

you shouted but it seems your voice wasnt loud enough

GIRL YOU GOTTA MANIFEST THAT BULLHORN VOICE

worry and dread bubbled inside of you but you stopped, just trying to calm down and think

then you saw the flash of white again so you hurriedly ran after it, not knowing that you were straying away from the city and towards the suburbs

you noticed you were now lost at the less amount of feet walking and this wasnt the city and you were now away from the team

taking yoru eyes off of the cat, you looked around to confirm your fear and that gave the cat an opportunity to disappear again

yoo crookshanks

huffing a curse, you pulled your phone out of your bag and dialed each

your phone wasnt reaching the boys and no one was picking up

what the heck

you ended up at some quieter and less crowded spot

like a neighborhood

you contemplated calling natsu as he lived in tokyo but tokyo was a big city and you were at some neighborhood so its highly unlikely he would know where you are

so you just walked around, looking for a place to sit and think like a park

then you heard a distressed meow

you were just walking and hearing that loud cry of help made you stop and immediately follow the sound

‘kitty? kitty?’

you called out even though you knew fully well they didnt understand you

but the cat cried even louder and you heard another cat

it was less higher pitched and honestly, you just felt like there was another cat

as you looked around, you saw the same cat you followed after and it bobbed its head at you as if asking you to follow him

‘you want me to go with you?’

the cat blinked then turned around and started walking

‘okay then’

you took the time to inspect the actual color of the cat

it was dominantly white furred but it had multiple colored spots, mainly yellow and brown

you eventually ended up at a large tree with a cat shivering on the biggest branch

it was black and had some fur sticking out at the top of its head and it looked young so its probably a kitten

you tutted and reached out your hand but it recoiled, hissing at you

BOI SHE TRYING TO HELP YOU WHAT

‘hey, i want to help you’

you softly said and maybe youre just doctor dolittle?

bc it stopped hissing and started whining instead

‘kenma-san! i swear i saw it just now-’

a sudden foreign voice made the black haired cat hiss again and this time, even you were counted as a threat

the appearance by the corner of two boys made you glare at them

one was freakishly tall with grey hair and scary green eyes while the other was shorter and had bleached hair that grew out

they both wore running shorts and black shirts and they looked like they were on a run or something

then you had a thought

this guy was tall

he could help

‘hey! you!’

you waved and the boys stopped, eyes wide

they pointed to themselves and you nodded

‘yes, silly! especially the tall one!’

the other had a flash of a glare that disappeared almost immediately but the ‘tall one’ happily skipped over

‘oho, hello chibi-chan’

KDFJSLDFKSDJLFDKSJ YES IM CONDENSCENDING

you puffed your cheeks out in anger at the nickname but this was not the time

‘that kitty up there is stuck. and i cant help it because its scared. and its all the way up there’

you pointed and he nodded

‘i followed that cat here too but i needed someone else. thats why i brought kenma-san’

your eyes shifted to ‘kenma-san’ who was focused on the other cat who also stared back at his spot by the tree

hmmm, they look kinda similar

‘well! we need to help it,,,,,, grandpa-san!’

taken aback by the nickname, the tall guy gasped while the blonde boy choked out a sudden laugh and you giggled

‘GRANDPA?!’

‘yea. you know cus you have gray hair’

you reasoned and he was about to retort when he stopped himself

‘no. we have more important matters in hand. kenma-san, come stand on my shoulders. chibi, use my jacket to catch it if it falls’

you scrambled to do your task but you heard kenma-san mumble

‘you cant tell me what to do’

‘oh hey! whats your name?’

you asked and the tall guy waved

‘im lev. haiba lev. first year’

‘kozume,,, kenma. im a second year’

‘oh! then nice to meet you! im l/n y/n!’

introductions had to be cut short as you all assembled

kenma wobbled while lev cringed at the obvious pain but they gritted their teeth and kenma lunged to grab the cat

but the cat jumped away, falling to the ground where it was caught safely by you

thankfully the jacket saved you from scratching but after a few soft whispers of reassurance, the kitty calmed down and it resulted in just shaking

‘its okay. we’re okay. i got you’

you were completely oblivious to the fact that kenma and lev were on the ground, bleeding after falling, or the shout at the distance

‘kenma! lev!’

‘Y/N-CHAN!’

you three turned to see two groups of boys coming from two directions

on the right had a guy with black hair similar looking to the cat on your arms

while the left had your familiar looking captain

‘oikawa-san!’

you shouted and he ran up, eyes wide with worry

‘where were you?! why did you run off?! you shouldn’t-’

he rambled but your eyes stopped at the appearance of your familiar pink-haired cousin

‘natsu?!’

you shrieked and he had an equally surprised expression

‘y/n?!’

he shouted

‘what-!’

he started but you beat him to it

‘why are you here?!’

you pointed to the people behind him

‘im,,, a manager. im a manager for my volleyball team’

‘volleyball,,,’

you trailed off

‘VOLLEYBALL?! NEKOMA?!’

you knew of your cousin’s school but you didnt think you guys would meet here

‘shes your cousin?’

someone piped up from the back and natsu nodded, still looking at you

‘oya? the apple doesnt fall far from the tree, then. hello gorgeous, the names kuroo tetsurou’

KSLDFJDSK I HATE THIS LIKE PLEASE HES JUST A NERD YET I WRITE HIM LIKE THIS I HATE MYSELF

‘HAH?! YOU BACK OFF!’

kyotani started but you caught him in time, holding him in your arms

‘nooo,, calm down, kyo-san’

natsu’s nose crinkled and his mouth curled

‘ugh, nice to see you too, brat’

‘BRAT?! YOU BASTARD!’

‘IM A THIRD YEAR, YOU BASTARD!’

kyotani was held back by oikawa and iwa while your cousin was with that kuroo guy and lev

you hurried back to the rest of the team and they each glared at you but they had an obvious expression of relief

‘do that again y/n-’

‘i know, makki-san. youll use a leash backpack’

lets just say its not,,, the first time youve been lost

‘new team rule. youre holding someone’s hand at all times. no matter what, always hold us’

yahaba scolded and watari nodded

meanwhile, mattsun grabbed your hand and gripped it tight

‘youre never leaving my sight again’

his tone was different from his usual playful and teasing voice

you knew he was very worried and that made you feel really guilty

‘im sorry’

you whispered and he pulled you to him, hugging you tightly

‘its okay. youre here right now and thats all that matters’

you nodded and you turned your head, leaning on his chest to watch oikawa yelling and shouting at this kuroo guy while your cousin and kyo were arguing and you chuckled

this was,,, chaos

‘dear god, you shouldve let me be lost for a few more hours’

you mumbled, smiling lightly when mattsun’s chest vibrated as he laughed

‘take me with you next time’

‘i will’

you hummed

‘Y/N-CHAN! YOU ARE NOT GOING NEAR THIS-THIS MONGREL!’

oikawa screeched, stomping his way over to you

you smirked

‘oi kuroo-san! lets hang out after the match!’

oikawa screamed

a/n: now that my nekoma manager is out, i can finally have a manager x manager interaction and uwuwuwuwu just wait until i finish the others and ill do that req anon sent in ;) if you sent it in, you know what im talking about ;)

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pockyxx · 3 years

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“ drunk in love ”

bokuto x fem!reader

genre: fluff. tw. alcohol, getting drunk. atsumu and hinata being troublemakers. fluff.

with it being new year’s eve, the msby jackals often had parties but this year one of their sponsors, the ceo of bouncy ball corp. had invited them to his penthouse for a celebration.

you being bokuto kōtarō’s girlfriend, it only a made sense for you to join him in the celebrations. he’d been talking about the party for a week in advice, telling you all about how he had kenma had been well acquainted through his friend kuroo way back in highschool.

“you ready?” he asked, as you put the finishing touches on your look, scanning over yourself in the bathroom mirror.

bokuto leaned against the doorframe, his large figure practically blocking your entrance. turning to face him, he’d really put his act together— hair gelled back nicely, expensive watch and a nice suit he had tailored for him.

“i am now, let’s go.” you bounced over to his side, ready to let the night take you away. kenma’s penthouse was nice but what else do you expect from a ceo?

“thank you so much for hosting this party, kenma-san.” you told him, holding a glass of wine while talking to the man. you had lost sight of your boyfriend but you knew he’d be with one of his teammates.

kenma shook his head, telling you not to worry about it while you cautiously scanned your eyes around the room. “you haven’t seen bo, have you?” kenma shook his head again.

“hm, i should probably find him, then.” you joke, leaving him behind in search of your boyfriend. it was well known that bokuto was a lightweight when it came to alochol so even just a few glasses could get him drunk.

you heard the chuckling from atsumu and hinata from the kitchen despite the door being closed. raising a suspicious eyebrow, you pressed your ear to the door. you were surprised to hear kōtarō’s groan.

“bo, are you in here?-” you asked opening the door, only to be cut off but the shock of seeing bokuto in a cabinet, an empty bottle of champagne in front of him.

snapping your attention to his team mates who couldn’t stop themselves from laughing, another empty bottle between them.

“how much did he drink?” your eyes wide, waiting for an answer. bokuto slurred out a response but it was barely auditable.

“he drank the whole thing?” hinata pointed out and you thought you were going to faint.

“why?!” you starting walking up to your boyfriend, crouching down to where he was. it was hard to believe a 6’4 man could fit in such a small cabinet.

“we called him a light weight, and he denied to so tsumtsum said ‘prove it.’” hinata answered, clearly the most sober of the bunch. you shot daggers at the setter before gesturing bokuto to crawl out from his hiding spot.

“argh, my head hurts!” he whined, rubbing his temple.

“i know it does— just come out and i’ll get you a glass of water.” he pouted and got out nonetheless.

sober bokuto was childish, yes, but he could also restrain himself in public. now near black out drunk bokuto had little no control and it was similar to taking care of a big baby.

he almost fell over and you tried to catch him, almost toppling over yourself.

“‘cmon bo, go lay down on the couch, ‘kay?” you looked at your watch, great it wasn’t even 11:30 what were you going to do with your boyfriend until midnight? or would it just be best to go home now?

bokuto stumbled onto the couch, groaning and holding his head. you were going to kill atsumu and hinata the next day for getting bokuto like this.

you rushed back to where bokuto was laying with a glass of water in hand. you sat next to his laying figure and ran your spare hand up and down him back.

“bo, you need to sit up to drink your water.” he continued to mutter incoherent words as he slowly but surely sat up, taking the cup from your hands. bokuto pressed the glass to his lips, drinking the water at an excruciatingly slow pace.

he turned his head in the slightest bit to see you before turning even more red than he already was in his flushed out-drunk state.

“you’re really pretty yknow?” it was his first clear sentence of the night and you giggled, falling back into the couch. bitting your lip you thought it would be funny to tease your boyfriend just a little bit.

“sorry but i have a boyfriend.” you joked around, not sure how bokuto would act now that all his senses were fogged up.

bokuto pouted and rested his head onto your lap, holding onto your thigh like it was a teddy bear.

“then where is he? he shouldn’t leave you here all alone~” is what you managed to make out of the slurs he uttered against your thighs.

shaking your head with a small laugh, you started playing with strands of his hair as he continued mumbling things to himself.

“well he’s pretty lucky...” his eyes drifted shut, as you giggled you kept listening to his drunk confessions, “hmph, even if you were single, i have a girlfriend too... mhh she’s the best.” his drunk expression turned into a smile.

“kōtarō sit up so i can get you some more water.” you cooed into his ear and he blushed.

“you shouldn’t call me by my first name i-i have a girlfriend— where is y/n?” his panic made you last once again.

“bo~” you hummed, which caught his attention. realizing that he was in fact sitting on your lap made him cover his eyes with his hands out of embarrassment. finally, he let you get up after apologizing numerous times.

when you came back, you were met by a completely different bokuto— this one being much, much flirtier.

“hehe, y/n are you a parking ticket? because you have ‘fine written all over you.” he leaned his head onto your shoulder, and the cheesy pick up lines did not end there.

“hmm, how bout you and me go home have some more fun.” he kissed your neck and you pushed him off of you.

“kō, it’s not even mind night, plus your drunk.” you scolded him and he proceeded to pout, taking your hand and giving it a wet, sloppy kiss.

“drunk in love~” he commented which made you take back your hand, forcing him to drink more water.

throughout the next thirty minutes, you were taking care of him on the couch, bringing him more and more water to drink while he complained about his head hurting and feeling dizzy.

you looked at the time, 11:48 pm. you sighed, helping bokuto to the bathroom where he then proceeded to throw his guts up and you gently rubbed his back.

thankfully, kenma had spare toothbrushes and toothpaste on hand.

you asked bokuto if he wanted to go home but he only shook his head, most of the substance already having left his body.

“i need to have my midnight kiss with you.” he placed his hand on your chest, slumping down to do so. “so i can wait a bit.”

“but if your not feeling well, let’s go home-” he cut you off by placing his finger against your lip, looking back to the main room, people starting to gather.

“besides the countdown is about to begin.”

bokuto was always clinging, and that clingyness only heightened when intoxicated. he kept you in his arms, slowly swaying and leaning onto you for balance as the countdown got start.

“4...3...2...1... happy new year!” everyone said together. you to face bokuto as confetti and steamers launched into the air.

wrapping your arms around his neck, you could feel his hands being placed onto your waist, him squeezing you tightly.

“happy new year bo.” you quickly whispered to him, and his response being to place his new years kiss onto you lips, dipping you forward.

you cupped his face, feeling him rub at your lip with his teeth. giggly, you backed away, taking in his still very flushed cheeks.

“i think it’s time to go home, boy are you gonna have a hang over tommrow.” now, bokuto couldn’t protest as you said goodbye to kenma and some of the other mbsy jackals members before making your way home with your boyfriend.

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aalissy · 3 years

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Winter Storms and Hot Chocolate

Whew, I'm finally getting another one-shot posted hehe. And it's about Adrienette too!! I love these two dorks soo muchhh <3. I hope you guys like them too :). Lemme know what you think! A sleepy, cuddly Marinette is my fave hehe

AO3

Marinette stood at the door of the bakery, glaring at the snow that was quickly transforming into a fierce blizzard. Turning her phone on, she checked the weather, groaning to herself when she saw that a freak snowstorm was set to happen today.

Marinette bid her parents goodbye with a quick glance over her shoulder before ducking out of the shop. She shivered as soon as she got one foot out the door, the vicious cold already making her wish she was back at home in the warm, comfortable bakery. With a small whimper, she continued down her path, determined to make it to her favorite fabric store.

The terrible weather had affected her much more since becoming Ladybug and even waking up this morning took her years. Marinette had barely registered the sound of the blaring alarm and needed Tikki to shout at her in order to wake up. Practically stumbling out of her bed, she bundled up into thick fleece, itchy wool, and layers of cotton. Even still, it did little to help the drowsiness coursing through her bones.

Just one second. Let me close my eyes for just a second. I’m only going straight for the next few metres. It’s okay, Marinette thought to herself as the time between her blinks grew longer and longer. She barely realized it when she was walking down the street with her eyes closed. Suddenly, her eyes flew back open when she crashed directly into someone’s chest, the both of them letting out a startled groan. The only reason the two of them were standing upright and hadn’t fallen into a heap on the ground was because of the warm—and welcomingly familiar—grip the person had on her shoulders.

“Marinette?” asked a smooth and recognizable voice. “Are you alright?”

She looked up in surprise, seeing blonde hair and brilliant, green eyes. Her brain worked furiously for a moment, her forehead scrunching as she tried to focus on the boy in front of her. “A-Adrien?” Marinette asked after a few moments of thinking.

“Yeah,” his head tilted curiously. “You look exhausted. Are you trying to get home?”

“No,” she shook her head. “I just left actually. I’m trying to get to the fabric store to get some new stuff for your guys’ Christmas presents.”

Adrien’s brow furrowed as he looked down at her. Eventually, he sighed lightly, throwing an arm around her shoulder as he began leading the two of them somewhere. “Come on, let’s go and get you warmed up first,” he said with a worried smile. “You shouldn’t be stumbling around in the cold like this.”

“Mmm, has anyone ever told you how warm you are?” Marinette murmured blearily, snuggling further into his grasp. The delicious aroma of cinnamon and lavender wafted around her and she squeezed him tighter.

Buried in his chest as she was, she missed the soft look Adrien gave her. She did hear his deep chuckle, though. “Oh yeah?” he asked. “But no, I don’t think anyone’s ever told me that before.”

“They should. You make a really nice pillow,” she smiled happily, barely aware that she was speaking. Adrien gave another hearty laugh but didn’t respond.

The two walked in silence for a few more moments, Marinette’s eyes closing fully as she let her crush guide her along, relaxing into his hold. It wasn’t until she heard the sound of a tinkling bell that her eyes were able to open again. She was surprised and greeted by the warm atmosphere of a café. A small smile spread across her face as she took in the welcoming aroma of delicious coffee and hot chocolate. She felt Adrien gesture her forward.

“After you,” he smiled.

Walking into the cozy building, the designer finally felt a little bit more awake. Stopping suddenly inside the entrance, she snuck a peek back behind her. The model was still standing there, smiling gently at her. Her gaze snapped back forward again, her cheeks flushing a bright red.

Oh my god, so this isn’t a dream, then? I actually bumped into Adrien and told him he made a good pillow?! No, no, this can’t be happening!!

Pulling on her pigtails once, Marinette quickly took a seat by the window, gnawing on her lip as she stared out into the snowy world that taunted her. Gulping quietly, she peeked up at Adrien from beneath her lashes as he slid into the seat across from her. He peered back at her, a look of concern on his face. “Are you alright, Marinette?” he asked. "You looked really tired today. Are you sick?”

“Y-yeah, I’m fine. Just sleepy. Winter is really not my season.” She gave him what she hoped was a wide, reassuring smile.

“Is that why you keep falling asleep in class then?” he teased her, his green eyes shimmering playfully.

Marinette’s cheeks darkened and she ducked her head shyly. “Maybe,” she giggled nervously before tapping her index fingers together.

“Hey, it’s alright,” Adrien grinned softly back at her. “I actually know someone else who doesn’t do too well in the cold.”

“Y-you do?” she tilted her head as she looked at him curiously.

“Yeah,” his gaze drifted away from her and out the window as he nodded his head slowly. “One of my best friends absolutely hates the snow.”

“Nino hates the snow, really?” Marinette blinked at him a few times. “I had no idea.”

Adrien chuckled at her, shaking his head, “No, no, not Nino. Nino actually loves the snow. He says it helps his creative process.”

“Yuck, really?” she asked, scrunching her nose at the thought. “I barely get anything done during wintertime. I’m too sluggish.”

“My friend says the same thing!” he exclaimed, eyes brightening as he looked back at her. “She moves so slowly and says that you’re meant to stay at home, buried deep under the covers whenever it starts snowing.”

“Your friend is smart,” Marinette giggled. “I’ve said that exact same thing before.”

Her thoughts drifted back to her partner. Chat Noir was there during the cold, windy nights where she had to brave the winter weather for patrol. He was always equipped with two cups of hot chocolate and a blanket that they shared to warm up before heading off to watch the city.

With a quiet, happy sigh, Marinette was suddenly hit by a large craving for the hot chocolate Chat always brought for her. So, when their waiter finally arrived, she chirped out her order cheerfully, “One hot chocolate please.”

She was somewhat surprised, however, when Adrien ordered the same thing as her. “I’ll take a hot chocolate too,” he said. “Ooh, and with extra marshmallows, please!”

Marinette’s lips twitched into a small smile. That was similar to her partner too. He always had a large pile of the delicious dessert in his drink. Raising a curious eyebrow at him, she spoke up, “You like marshmallows then?”

“Oh definitely,” Adrien grinned back at her. “They’re delicious! And hot chocolate with marshmallows is the best drink during winter!”

She giggled quietly at him, “Hot chocolate is my favorite too! It completely warms you up when it’s cold! Especially when it’s snowing like today!”

Adrien opened his mouth to speak but was stopped as their drinks reached the table. Marinette smiled thankfully at their waiter before sipping on the delicious beverage. Any last remaining chill that she had been feeling immediately evaporated upon a sip of the hot chocolate. She hummed, taking another large gulp before grinning up at the boy across from her, “Are your marshmallows good?”

“They’re perfect!” he grinned back at her.

There the two sat in the small, warm café, chatting about the latest schoolwork and updates to their favorite game. They both sipped gradually on their drinks, almost as if neither of them wanted to leave. Marinette even congratulated herself over how well she was handling the conversation with her long-time crush. Eventually, though, her gaze was drawn over to her phone where she gasped at the time. She needed to get back soon! She still had homework due later today!

“I’m so sorry, Adrien,” she said as she scrambled for her purse in a panic. “I lost track of time! I need to get home and I still don’t have any of the material I need! I’ve gotta go!”

“It’s okay, I’ll walk you,” he waved their waiter back over who he handed a few Euros over to.

“Oh no, no! It’s okay! I can pay for my half at least,” Marinette frowned over at him.

Adrien merely gave her a reassuring smile, shaking his head, “No, it’s fine. I dragged you in here so the least I can do is pay for your hot chocolate. Consider it an early Christmas gift,” he winked at her.

Turning a bright shade of pink, Marinette gulped quietly, trying to ignore the implications that this was a date. “O-ok,” she stuttered slightly as she stood up. “B-but you don’t have to walk me over. I’ll be fine by myself, really.”

“It’s no problem, Marinette! I don’t have anywhere else to be and I don’t want you passing out in the middle of a street,” he teased her.

Her blush darkened as she mumbled, “Okay.”

After that was decided, they walked to the front entrance, with Marinette taking a big gulp of air before heading out into the cold winter storm. Almost instantly, the warmth that she had gained from the café left her. Yawning quietly, she nuzzled into Adrien’s side, enjoying the heat it granted her. He leaned down to talk to her, causing his warm breath to brush against her ear, “Where are we going, Marinette?”

“Huh?” she blinked up at him slowly before her eyes widened in realization and she looked around. “O-oh, we should take a left here, and then it should be straight ahead.”

“Got it,” he murmured back at her before taking her hand in his. Her blue eyes shot open at that, looking up at him confusedly with a deep, red blush. Adrien merely shrugged at her, winking again. “I don’t want you to get lost.”

“R-right,” Marinette gulped, turning away from his glimmering eyes to look at their surroundings. Shivering as another cold snowflake hit her face, she clutched Adrien’s hand like a lifeline, breathing out a quiet sigh of relief when they finally spotted the fabric store. When they entered the building, she let go of his hand to instead point a finger at him. Ignoring the feeling of loss she felt as her hand left his warm grasp, she spoke sharply, “No peeking! I don’t want you guessing what your gift is!”

“I understand, Marinette,” Adrien chuckled, grinning down at her.

Shooting him one last suspicious glance, she turned to look at the rows of fabric in the store. Quickly, she pulled out three different colors for her friends, deciding on orange for Alya, dark green for Nino, and a bright red for Adrien. Marinette headed up to the front counter to pay for the three fabrics with a quiet, frustrated breath.

With them safely tucked into a bag and away from enquiring eyes, she looked around for Adrien. She eventually found him looking at a row of fabric, awe clear in his eyes. Clearing her throat, she stepped toward him. “Are you ready to go Adrien?”

“Yeah,” he snapped out of his daze and brought his gaze over to her before shaking his head with wonder. “I just don’t know how you do it, Marinette. How you turn this into beautiful clothes. You’re amazing.”

“O-oh thank you,” Marinette blushed for what felt like the hundredth time that day. “I-it’s just years of practice, I guess. I was pretty bad when I started out.”

“I find that hard to believe,” Adrien said as he came over to take her hand once again. Together they walked to the front of the store. “Are we heading to the bakery now, or did you have another errand to run?”

She shook her head quickly. “N-no, I’m going home now. B-but, Adrien, you don’t have to walk me there. You’ve done a lot for me already. Seriously, thank you! I don’t want to take up the rest of your night.” “I already told you that it’s fine, Marinette. I want to make sure you get home safely. Besides, I could really go for a croissant right now,” he beamed down at her before pushing the door open. Groaning as the wind blew against her face, Marinette instantly turned to Adrien for some form of warmth. Her crush chuckled softly before murmuring, “I don’t have anywhere else to be.”

Her heart practically flip-flopped at that, butterflies erupting in her stomach. She glanced up at him to give him a soft smile, mouthing thank you at him. Why does he have to be so cute? It’s just not fair, she practically whined in her thoughts.

With her nestled into his side as she was, Marinette barely noticed when they finally arrived back at the bakery. She only realized she was home after Adrien leaned down to whisper to her, “We’re here.”

“We are?” She peeled an eye open that she didn’t even remember closing. Slowly, they both blinked open as she realized that they were, in fact, at the entrance to the bakery. “Oh, we are!” she exclaimed.

Adrien chuckled at her before wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug. “Thanks for hanging out with me today Marinette. I had a great time.”

“N-no!” she stammered as she hugged him back. “Thank you for hanging out with me! I don’t think I would have made it home without you. Seriously, Adrien thank you .” Marinette leaned up on her tip-toes to brush a kiss against his cheek. Her cheeks flamed as she set back down on the ground, giving him a wide smile.

“It was no problem, really.” He rubbed the back of his neck shyly.

“W-well at least come inside so you can warm up and I can make you that croissant you wanted.” Her smile widened into a beam as she held the door open for him.

Adrien stepped inside the bakery as she followed after him, happy butterflies dancing in her chest. I’m so glad this wasn’t a dream and I did actually stumble into Adrien! Best day ever! Maybe ... maybe I can confess to him today ...

Chewing on the edge of her lip nervously, she walked towards the boy conversing happily with her parents. He turned around to greet her when she approached with a large, beaming smile. “Hey, Marinette! Your parents made us some croissants! Do you want to head upstairs and eat them with me?”

As his head tilted at her adorably, she felt her heart thump rapidly in her chest. Sucking in a deep breath for courage, she nodded. “S-sure, Adrien. That would be great!”

“Cool!” he said with a boyish grin, taking her hand in his as he tugged her up the stairs.

Barely stifling a quiet squeak, Marinette let Adrien guide her upstairs, briefly catching a glimpse of her parents’ knowing smiles. He let go of her hand when they entered the living room, sitting on her couch and patting the spot next to him.

Giving Adrien a shy smile, she settled down by him, avoiding his glimmering, emerald green eyes. Her hands tore into her croissant as she tried to summon every last ounce of bravery she had. Come on, Marinette! You can do this! I believe in you , she thought to herself determinedly.

Turning to Adrien with one last deep gulp of air, she blurted out almost in perfect unison with him, “I have something to tell you!”

The two blinked at each other for a moment before bursting into laughter. In between giggles, Marinette wheezed out, “Y-you go first.”

Adrien gave a small but decisive nod before he leaned in closer to her. His eyes seemed to scan their surroundings warily before he looked back at her seriously, a hint of fear and worry dancing in his gaze. Slowly, his hand came up to cover hers, giving it a soft squeeze. Marinette gulped once nervously before he cleared his throat and stuttered out, “I-I know who you are.”

A deep frown creased her brow. “What?”

“I-I didn’t mean to! I swear ! It all happened so quickly! One second I had detransformed and was about to leave when you came barreling in! And I tried to hide, really I did! I hid behind a dumpster and covered my eyes but then your kwami said your name and then I guess I just knew,” Adrien spoke quickly, his eyes searching her gaze hopefully.

Marinette sat frozen on the couch, her mouth wide open in horror. Trembling slightly, she stuttered out, “A-Adrien, I-I don’t understand. W-what are you talking about?! A kwami ... what’s that?”

“It’s okay, Marinette. You can trust me,” he said with a small, anxious smile, “Besides, I know you know what a kwami is because you were once Multimouse.”

“Multimouse,” she frowned at him, “But you weren’t... wait!”

She gasped in shock as Adrien merely nodded his head at her. “At your service, m’Lady.”

“Oh my god, you’re such an idiot!” Marinette shrieked at him, “We’re not supposed to know our secret identities.”

“I know and I’m sorry but I mmph—!” She cut Adrien off with a passionate kiss, relaxing as he melted into their embrace.

Eventually, she pulled back, glancing up at him from beneath her lashes. “That was what I wanted to tell you, by the way.”

“Wha ... huh?!” Adrien blinked down at her dumbly.

Marinette giggled shyly, rolling her eyes, “I wanted to say that I love you, Adrien. Ever since you handed me that umbrella, I’ve been yours.”

A slow, wide smile stretched across his face before he hugged her tightly to his chest. Adrien connected their lips together once more before breathing out, “I love you too, Marinette.”

#miraculous #miraculous ladybug #adrienette #adrinette #ml #mlb #identity reveal #reveal #adrien knows #cuddles #cuddlebug #sleepy marinette is sleepy

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meltwonu · 4 years

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| good in bed | [chapter 1]

pairing; non-idol!chan x reader

this chapter’s notes; HELLO HELLO!! Gettin this ball rollin with the first chapter of good in bed!!!😚💕 Thank u for the interest in this fwb au with chan~ he needs more love yall hehe kind of an introductory chapter but fingering, (barely a) handjob and minor exhibitionism eheheh love u!!!💕💕💕💕

chapters; 1 - x - x - x

“So, how was your date with Jun-hyung?”

Chan toes his shoes off at the door, arms full of groceries and snacks for your weekly movie night at your apartment. You set your own bags down on the countertop before sighing and wiping the sweat from your brow. “It was okay. He kept asking me if I wanted to see videos of his hot dog roller and I couldn’t tell if that was sexual or if he really had a hot dog roller?” Chan laughs to tears, barely setting his bags down on the dining table before collapsing to the floor.

“Fuck, please tell me you’re kidding?” You shake your head ‘no’ at him, placing the various groceries in their places in the kitchen before grabbing the box of popcorn to make.

“I wish I was. He asked me if I wanted to go on a second date so he could show it to me in person.”

“Did you say yes?”

You shoot Chan an incredulous look, placing the bag of popcorn in the microwave and pressing start. “Uh, no?” He gets up from the floor, wiping the stray tears from his eyes before grabbing some of the other snacks and taking them to the living room to set up the space for your movie night.

“You should’ve. Maybe he would’ve shown you his massive dick and you missed out.”

You’re 3 movies in, 2 bags of popcorn cooked and Chan is already nodding off at 9PM.

“Chan, you ok over there?” He hums, sitting up on the sofa as he yawns. “Yeah, sorry, Soonyoung-hyung is really grilling us for the dance competition and we’re in the practice room a lot longer than usual. I’m beat. He could rip my legs off and I wouldn’t even feel it.” You look over to him rubbing his eyes, trying to wipe the sleepiness out of them as he reaches for the bucket of popcorn in between the two of you. “You should’ve just stayed home and rested, you didn’t need to come over for movie night if you’re this tired...” Frowning, you reach over, smoothing his mussed hair as he whines.

“I’m not a baby! And anyway, we’ve never missed movie night! Remember the time we got food poisoning from Jihoon-hyung’s cooking? We still had movie night, just with barf buckets.”

Laughing at the memory, you get up from your spot on the sofa, grabbing more drinks from the kitchen before settling back into your spot on the couch.

“True, I don’t know what we’d do without our movie nights.” Chan’s eyes flit to your form next to him, fingers in the bowl of popcorn. “I dunno, probably getting laid?” You choke on a sip of soda, the carbonated beverage getting onto your shirt. “What!?”

“What? Am I wrong? I don’t think I’ve heard you talk about any of your dates getting any further than the first date lately. And you’ve gone on a lot of them recently.”

The blush that coats your features is burning hot as you set your drink down onto the coffee table. You and Chan had talked about your dates and love lives before, but something about how blunt he’d just been surprised you. “Yeah, well, I dunno. I’m just not getting the right vibes, y’know? I know you’re friends with some of the people I’ve dated but just… I dunno. Maybe my chakras aren’t aligned or whatever.” He rolls his eyes at you jokingly, tired eyes back to the forgotten movie on screen.

“What if we just… I dunno, fucked?”

You can feel your pupils shaking as you stare holes into the side of Chan’s head. “Excuse me, what?”

He clears his throat, reaching for his glass of water on the side table before taking a sip and setting it back down. “I mean, you haven’t been getting any and I haven’t been getting any… We should maybe try it out?”

“You make it sound like we’re just trying kombucha for the first time! How are you so calm about this?!”

Chan laughs as he glances at you, noticing the blush covering your cheeks. “Because… Well, I don’t know. I guess cause we’re best friends? I trust you out of all people, you know? I know you won’t bite my dick off?” You bite the inside of your cheek; in all honesty, you had a huge crush on Chan for a while and the only reason you’d been going on so many dates lately was because you were trying to forget about your crush on Chan.

“Chan… I don’t know, this seems complicated?”

“You said you weren’t getting laid so…”

“Yeah, Chan, I said that but I dunno about this…” He cracks a smile, hand in the bucket of popcorn next to you. “You also said you didn’t want random hook-ups either, not after Seungkwan tried to finger you in that Ferris wheel two weeks ago.” You grimace at the memory; you were 3 seconds away from getting the good ‘ol police escort out of the theme park.

“I did say that…”

“Well? I’m not random, I’m your best friend! And anyway, Soonyoung’s been so far up my ass with practice for the dance competition at the end of the year so I haven’t been getting any either. It’d work out for both of us?” Chan crams a fist full of popcorn into his mouth, eyes never leaving the tv screen. You contemplate his words for a minute; Chan was insanely handsome and if you were being completely honest, you’d had a crush on him for a while now which is why you weren’t sure this was the right route.

“Chan, I don’t know…”

“Okay, well, just think about it? I’m always here for you. Even if you want to tie me up to the bedpost.”

You nod, a quiet ‘okay’ leaving your lips before you turn to the tv yourself.

“Let’s finish this movie because Sonic the Hedgehog is next on our list and I wanna see it already.”

When Chan leaves your apartment at midnight, he hugs you goodbye, reminding you to think about his proposition. You nod, a tight lipped smile on your face when you shut the door.

You tidy up your place slowly, the thoughts of Chan swimming in your head the entire time it takes for you to clean up and get ready for bed. There was really nothing wrong with his suggestion; you just weren’t sure if it’d make or break your friendship with him. It was fine that you kept your crush on him to yourself, but you knew that adding any sort of physical relationship would make it hard for you to not fall for him even harder. On the flipside, you’d finally be able to fuck your crush without him noticing anything, probably.

Groaning, you reach for your phone, scrolling through various apps before sighing again. Was it worth all the risk?

Screw it, you think, if it destroys our friendship at least we went out with a bang.

You realize when you ring the doorbell to Jeonghan’s apartment that only an actual psycho throws a party on a Tuesday night. I guess that’d be Jeonghan. He opens the door and lets you in, a drunken flush already evident on his skin as he thrusts a cup into your hand.

“There’s more drinks in the kitchen, Minghao’s the bartender tonight!!” You grimace as you smell the contents of the cup, taking a sip before you walk further into the apartment. Noticing a few of your one time dates, you awkwardly wave at them before making a beeline for the kitchen in order to avoid conversation.

“Hey! There you are, come have a drink!”

To your slight surprise, Chan’s already there, arm outstretched with a shot in hand. You had barely talked to him all weekend, giving him and yourself some time to think about the decision you’d both made. Although he had texted you once at 3am asking you a list of your top ten things you wanted to try out in the bedroom; to which you had taken at least 3 hours to come up with before sending the text and throwing your phone at your bed as the sun began to rise into the sky.

Taking the shot out of his hand, you down it, setting the cup back onto the countertop. “When did you get here, Chan?” He downs his own before wrapping an arm around your waist and tugging you closer towards him.

“Not too long ago, but Jeonghan’s been really shoving the alcohol down our throats tonight so it feels like it’s been hours.” He finishes with a laugh, fingertips digging into your clothed waist. “Been thinkin’ about you though, y’kno?”

“O-oh, really?”

“Mmhmm. Y’kno that fourth thing on your list that you sent me… I was waiting for you to show up cause I think we can try it out if you’re interested. I’m not gonna lie, I was getting a ‘lil ahead of myself and thinkin’ about all the things I wanted to do to you if you’d let me. Wanna get started?” You blush, almost crushing the cup in your hand when you remember what the fourth item on your list was.

Exhibitionism.

“I, um, o--okay, yeah let’s---let’s do it.”

When Chan pushes you into the storage closet of Jeonghan’s apartment, you can’t help but be a little confused, almost tripping over a misplaced wrench before plastering yourself against the wall.

“No offense Chan, but a storage closet?” He turns the flashlight on from his phone, searching for a light inside of the tiny room only to not find one before turning the flashlight off. “Aww, baby wants to fuck on a bed?” His voice is teasing, a stupidly handsome smirk visible on his face once your eyes adjust to the dark.

“Normally yes?”

“Well, too bad. The only bed in this place is Jeonghan’s and I know he’d make my life hell if I fucked you on it. Anyway, I… I wanna take it a ‘lil slow with you so we’ll start off with some basic shit, okay?” You roll your eyes, although you can’t deny the heat pooling in your lower abdomen. “I don’t know how basic this’ll be but … okay.”

Chan places his hands on your waist, pulling you towards him so that you can feel his hardness already straining in his jeans. “I’m not gonna lie, I was a little shocked when you sent that list of yours… But if I’m being honest, a lot of it is stuff I wanted to try too, so I guess it works out for us, huh?” He grinds into you, a small moan on his lips when he slots a leg in between yours. “Did you think about me at all?”

“Y-yeah…”

“Good. Can I kiss you?”

“Yes… please.” You’re nervous and about to change your entire relationship with Chan but the excitement overpowers all of your other emotions when he leans in, his lips on yours for the first time ever. He tastes like vodka and citrus when he dips his tongue into your mouth; your arms wrapping around his neck to pull him in closer.

His hips work against yours as the two of you grind against each other in the tiny space. Chan’s lips part from yours, trailing down your neck in soft movements. “Can I leave marks?” You nod your head furiously, moaning loudly at his lips sucking love bites onto your skin. “I’m surprised you asked. Don’t you want them to know what we’re doing in here?” Chan smirks against your skin, hands moving from your waist to the button on your jeans.

“Mmm, don’t we both?” Chan pops the button of your jeans, working the zipper down before he plays with the hem of your panties between his fingertips. “I want to make sure you want this before I start. I want to hear you say it.”

“I want you, Chan.”

You don’t know how long has passed since Chan’s fingers spread your pussy open, the sound of your wetness bouncing off of the tiny room’s walls. “Ugh, Chan, p-please, another finger? I need more!” The music playing outside in the living room is loud and you hope somewhat that your voice is muffled when you cry out. Chan obliges, adding a third finger as you grind down onto his digits.

“Aww, baby, I’ve been doing all the work. Won’t you give me a ‘lil something too?”

You tug him in for another kiss, trailing a hand down his torso before you’re undoing his jeans, pushing his underwear down to wrap a hand around his cock. Precum leaks from the tip as Chan moans against your lips, thrusting his hips up into your closed hand as you squeeze your hand around him.

“Bet you wish it was my pussy instead, huh?”

You bite his lower lip before pulling away, “Too bad you didn’t just fuck me on Jeonghan’s bed but oh well~” Chan growls, thrusting his fingers into you particularly hard before his thumb starts to circle your clit.

“Don’t get cocky with me now, babe. Being a brat was only 8th on your list and I don’t think you want me to get mean with you just yet.”You grip on his cock loosens as you feel your orgasm building, moans freely spilling from your lips.

“Hey do you hear that?”

A muffled voice on the other side of the closet door has you pausing for a second, pussy clenching around Chan’s fingers. He smirks in the darkness, rubbing quicker circles on your clit. “C’mon, baby, cum for me, let them hear how pretty you sound when I’m making you cum.”

“Fuck, what the hell are you two doing in my closet!?”

Chan laughs, leaning down to kiss your cheek. “Cum, now.”

All you can hear is the sound of your heart thrumming in your chest and Chan’s breathy moans as Jeonghan’s voice gets drowned out in the background when you cum. You’re sure nothing coherent is leaving your lips when Chan’s fingers continue to work you through it.

“Get the fuck out of my closet you nasty asses!”

“Ok but they sound good, ya’ll got an onlyfans or what?”

“Oof, is this why there was no second date?”

When Chan pulls his fingers out of your pussy is when you start to remember when you are, fingers still loosely wrapped around his cock when he licks his fingers clean. You run your hand up and down his shaft; hand coated in a sticky substance.

“Damn baby, even with the zero energy handjob I still came, guess you’re that powerful huh? Wonder what that pussy will do to me when we finally get to it.”

“Bitch, I will fucking kill you before you get to it, now get out of my closet!”

#dino smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #dino scenarios #dino imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #lee chan #dino #lee chan smut #gib!chan

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julsinglee · 3 years

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Neverending story - Hyunjin x Reader (female)

Hey everyone^^ So I've been writing for a while now mostly for myself to cope with reality and I only showed them to my closest friends but I decided to post this now and introduce myself to you guys^^ I wrote this a while ago and I needed to change some details but I hope someone will enjoy it, there is a whole bunch of fluff in it😊 So enjoy🥰❤ And please keep in mind that it's the first scenario I ever post and english is not my first language. Thank you for reading this💞

You knocked down your alarm and excitedly checked your phone, it was your birthday after all. You already had a message from Hyunjin.

Hyunjinnie: Happy birthday Princess, I love you❤

You were really happy to wake up to this, but also kinda dissapointed, you expected a bit more. He's your first boyfriend, you're not sure how should this work, so you didn't want to make a big deal because of it. You wrote back a "Thank you, I love you too very much" and then went to the bathroom. When you got back to your bedroom you heard your phone ringing. "My lil bro is calling" was showing on the screen so you picked it up with a smile on your face.

- HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N!!! - he literally screamed into the phone.

- Thank you Jeonginnieeee! I'm so happy to hear your voice..

- Same here.. Hey so would you like to hang out in the afternoon? I haven't seen you in a while now, I miss my big sis.

- Aww I really miss you too. And I'll have work til 2pm but after that I'm free so sure.

- Really? I mean I don't want to ruin Hyunjin hyung's plans for your birthday..

- I'm not even sure he has any plans.. But you know what? I'll meet him at work and talk to him, I'm sure he's gonna understand it.

- Oh okay. I'll meet you at the caffé then when your shift ends.

- Sounds good. I have to leave for classes now so bye!

-Bye!

When you arrived at school your best friend was waiting there for you with a cute balloon and a present bag.

- Happy birthday child!

-Oh my god y/bff/n, you shouldn't have to...

- I wanted to and you deserve it - she/he gave you the bag and you checked what's inside. It was a journal with a lock and a key, and she/he wrote some sweet messages at the first page.

- Ahhh I love this so much, I love you thank you - you hugged her/him and then you headed to class. On the way to the classroom you started chatting.

- So.. what's your man planning? It must be something great..

- I don't know y/bff/n... Probably nothing.. I haven't even talked to him today.

- Wait what? If he forgot about your birthday I swear I...

- He didn't. I got a message from him. But that's it. - you handed her/him your phone to show her/him the texts.

After your classes you said goodbye to your best friend and thanked her/him the present one more time then headed to the café. You loved that place so much. Being a barista already had a nice vibe to it, but there was also a piano there, and the guys (skz) were hanging out there a lot, playing songs they've been working on, singing with you. But today you went there with a heavy feeling in your chest. You were afraid that Hyunjin really doesn't care about you and your birthday, he might even got bored of you and wants to break up, you were just really nervous. You walked in and there he was, standing behind the counter, talking to a costumer. He was just as beautiful as always, his sweet smile warmed up your heart. You sneaked up to him while he was talking to the costumer to surprise him.

- Hey - you poked his side.

- Omg y/n, you scared me! - he said but he didn't seem mad at all, he smiled, hugged you and kissed your forehead. - Hey!

- Sooo..

- Sooo?

- Is it okay for you if I hang out with Jeongin after work?

- Sure? Why wouldn't it be? Princess, Jeongin is your friend, it's not like you need my permission to hang out with him - everytime you hear him calling you Princess, your heart just melts, but now his words kinda hurted.

- I know but... I mean... Didn't you plan anything for today?

- Nothing special... Why?

- Just... you know what? It's not important... - you said and went into the changing room to change in your uniform and to hide the tears filling your eyes. After that you only talked a few words to him during the afternoon.

Jeongin arrived right at time and hugged you tightly.

- So what you wanna do? - you asked him.

- Uuu... I'm actually not sure. We can figure it out now. But you know I've just realised that I left your present at the practice room, could you walk me there first?

- Uhm, sure, I guess.

You talked about a lot of things on the way, all kind of things except Hyunjin. You avoided that topic and Jeongin seemed to realise it. When you arrived you realised that you've never actually seen their practice room. Your guys were spending most of their time there (since they're all majoring in music) and you haven't seen it yet. It was beautiful, like a rennesaince theatre or something. Jeongin made you sit in the first row and then went backstage saying he left his stuff there. While you were waiting for him the lights suddenly went out. You thought it was a powerbreak but then a video started playing right in front of your eyes. The first shot was your best friend, Bang Chan, Minho and Changbin saying "Hey y/n, happy birthday", the second was Felix, Jisung, Seungmin and Jeongin doing the same, and after that Hyunjin alone saying "Hey Princess, I love you the most in the whole world, happy birthday". Tears started streaming down your face, you were crying like never before and you couldn't stop thinking about how you have the best chosen family in the whole world. In the video the shots were changing between these 3 and they all were saying things they love about you. You didn't know you mean this much to them, you hoped so, but you never actually thought it can be true. After the video ended you expected them to show up, swipe away your tears and give you the chance to hug each of them and tell them how damn much you love them. But the lights went out again. Music started playing and you recognized it by the very first note. It was a song the guys wrote, one of your very favourite songs called Neverending story. As their parts came on the guys were showing up on the stage and they were all smiling at you and singing to you. You started crying more and more, you honestly thought that this is the happiest day you've ever had. When Hyunjin finished his last part in the song he jumped off of the stage and ran up to you. He hugged you and you hugged him back, holding him really tight.

- I thought you don't care about me anymore - you were sobbing into his shoulders.

- I'm so sorry.. How could I not, I love you way too much, Princess. You're the best thing ever happened to me.

- I love you very very much, I don't want to ever lose you.

- You won't I swear - you listened to the rest of the song resting your head on Hyunjin's shoulders, still sobbing. After the boys' performance your best friend came out from behind the curtains too with a huge cake.

- Blow the candles and make a wish bub - she/he said to you with a wide smile.

- I don't have to wish. I have everything I could possibly want.

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ghostlywriterneon · 4 years

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KuraNeon Week. Day Two - Disguise/Ocean

Title: Water Friends

Rating: General Audience

Theme: Siren AU

Description: At the age of 8, Kurapika had stumbled across a beautiful cove far away from home. It was the perfect hiding spot to read his books or collect shells along the shore line. Unfortunately, someone had beat him to this perfect spot. Though, she wasn’t quite human. Sirens are normally seen as dangerous and sly creatures, but she didn’t seem so horrible? Honestly, there wasn’t much of a difference between the two of them. She had friends, she had cried at the loss of her mother, and she enjoyed everyday. If it weren’t for the gills and tail, she wouldn’t be different from any other human. They had become fast friends after their wariness from the grown-ups stories. And for the next 3 years, they would meet up every Saturday at 9pm.

Stay away from humans, he said. They’re dangerous, he said. Pssh! They’re really not that bad. Sure some of them are people they have to watch out for, but it’s really not all of them. There are some humans that are curious to learn more about sirens or understand that they’re intelligent creatures too. That they are also creatures that are capable of making friends, feeling sympathy, and you know, enjoying life. Really, humans and sirens aren’t that different. Sure sometimes they snack a bit on humans and they can lure them to their deaths, but humans can do that too! She’s sure that there have been instances where humans have lured sirens in and then cut them up and made sushi out of them!

… Oh that was a disturbing thought. Alright, yanno, we’re going to pretend like that isn’t a thing. We’ll just ignore all thoughts of eating each other. Oh that sent chills down her spine. Yup, we’re done there.

She flicked her tail against the sand and water. Ugh, what’s taking him so long? Currently she was resting in her favorite cove. It was the one that always had the best looking shells long its coast. This one also happened to be one where humans rarely travel too. It was pretty far from their civilization from what her friend has told her. He travels here for the same reason as she does. The shells here are always in perfect condition and make really good gifts for others. He’s told her that his mother loves the shells he brings her, so he always eager to come here and gather more for her.

‘Hehe, what a cutie!’

Neon does this more for herself, but maybe she should start giving some away? Hm. Maybe she could fine a really pretty one for Kurapika! With that thought in mind, she slid herself back into the water and began her search for the prettiest shell here.

She wasn’t sure how long she had been searching, when she heard the call of her name. Immediately her head shot out of the water and she started to wave at the boy with a big smile on her face.

“Kurapika!! What took you so long?”

Ah darn, she hadn’t found the prettiest shell yet. Oh well, she was sure the conch shell will do.

“Sorry! My mom told me I had to study for an extra hour today. She caught me sneaking out last night.”

Is studying really a punishment for him? She can see that satchel. She knows that it’s filled with books. It’s probably even heavier than he is! She pulled herself back onto the shore. She wasn’t too far out of the water, after all she needed to keep her gills on her hips submerged, but most of her upper body was up and out of the water. She kept the shell to her side for now. She’ll give it to him when they go to leave.

“Sneaking out? Kura I never thought you had it in you! What were you doing? Tell me! You hafta tell me!”

He was kicking off his shoes and rolling up his pant legs as she was speaking to him. Even with his face turned away, she could see him blushing.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Oh how cute, he was mumbling!

“I was only hanging out with Pairo. We like to explore the woods at night. I usually don’t get caught, but dad was up a lot later than he normally is.”

He came to sit down near her, resting the exposed parts of his legs in the water. He was smiling at her, a bit nervously too. She couldn’t help but to tilt her head. ‘What’s that look for?’ She poked and pulled on his cheek earning herself a squeak from her friend.

“What are you smiling like that for, Kura? You’re gonna make me nervous if you keep that up!”

Another round of blush grew on his as he fumbled over his response to her.

“E-Eh? S-Smiling like what? I’m not smiling weird.”

Well, he didn’t slap her hand away or move away from her, so she’ll take that as permission to continuing to pull and pinch at his cheeks.

“Yes you are, dummy! You’re still smiling like you’re nervous about something! Come on, you can tell your super amazing, awesome best friend anything!”

She squished his cheeks together at the last part and that was enough to make him pull her hands away. Darn, she was really having fun too. Though, now he looks even redder than before. He refused to look at her too. Huh, is he embarrassed?

“I’m not nervous! It’s just… I have a gift for you.”

Oh! A gift?? What kind of gift? She pulled herself further out of the water and closer to her friend. Really only her tail was left in water, but she couldn’t help it. Receiving gifts was one of her favorite activities! She was hovering over his legs, her hands braced against the sand on either side of his body.

“Show me, show me, show me!”

Her eyes were practically shimmering with joy. Kurapika always had the best gifts. Every single thing he gave her became one of her most prized possessions. They were small things like wooden statues he bought or made, cute clips or hair ties, he even gave her a pretty bracelet once! Nothing big, but always really thoughtful. They were they best types of gifts for sure!

Neon watched every movement he made as he leant over to his bag and pulled out… flowers? She tilted her head to the side and took them when he offered them to her. She hasn’t seen any flowers like these before. The only ones she’s seen were the ones that grew close to the coast. These ones were really pretty too. It was purple and looked so delicate. She felt like if she touched its petals, she would ruin it.

“I figured since I can’t take you into the forest, I could at least bring some of it to you.”

A big smile came across her face. The only thing keeping her from tackling Kurapika to the ground were the flowers in her hands. That, however, didn’t stop her from bouncing in place.

“Kura! They’re so pretty! Uwah!!! What are they called?? Are there more pretty flowers out there too?”

“Mmhm, this one is called a fairy slipper. It’s really hard to find. But I could bring you mountain bells and starflowers too.”

He smiled back at her, obviously happy that she liked the gift.

“Although… they won’t last long underwater. Maybe next time I could bring you something a bit hardier? Mushrooms might better than flowers.”

Ah, she would be happy with any of those! This was so cool! She doubted anyone else she knew had something like this!

“Hehe! You could always bring me more when the wilt!”

She couldn’t stop smiling. She was looking over the flowers, thinking of the best way to get them home without damaging them. She’ll just have to swim real slowly and avoid any currents.

“I have a gift for you too, but it’s nowhere near as cool as this!”

She grabbed the conch that was sitting to the side and handed it to him. He looked like he likes it so that was good enough for now.

“Next time we see each I’ll bring you something really, really cool, okay?”

He smiled and nodded at her words.

“I do really like this, but okay. I can’t wait to see what you bring me.”

Yes! Excellent! AH now she was super excited for their next meet up! For the past three years, they were meeting every Saturday at 9pm. Their meetings would last about an hour or so before they both have to go home.

This week will be the longest week she will ever have to wait. Oh she better start planning what she should bring now! Ah! She could pull things out of that shipwreck near her home! Or maybe he would want something natural? Oh there are too many choices with that one though!

Eventually, the two had to go their separate ways. They had grabbed a bunch of shells before they waved each other goodbye, swearing to meet the next week. Neon was practically vibrating the entire wait. The next day she had immediately gone out to find the perfect gift for Kurapika. She settled on the items within the wreckage. However, she couldn’t decide on just a singular item so she chose to bring multiple in a pretty bag she found in there too.

When Saturday arrived, she had shown up much earlier than normal. She was too excited to wait at home and just had to come here as soon as possible. She spent her time looking over her items and squealing softly to herself. When 9 o’clock came, she couldn’t sit still. She was bouncing and attentively watching the path that Kurapika came down on. But soon, it became 9:30. Perhaps he got in trouble again? Then it became 10:00. It couldn’t hurt to wait longer, right? Eventually it became 12. She was tired and really needed to go home and sleep. He must have been busy today. She’ll come back next week and yell at him.

But then next week arrived and he still hadn’t shown up. Again she waited up 12 before taking her leave. She was worried now. Had something happened? Was he okay? Or did he get into trouble with his parents again? She went home with a heavy heart and waited another week. Once again, nothing. Something had to have happen.

She started appearing every day at random times of the day, hoping to at least see him or his friend Pairo. At this point any human would do. She could hid in the water and ask if they’ve seen him. But unfortunately, she received nothing.

Her flower had long since wilted by the time she gave up. Kurapika wasn’t returning and what happen will remain a mystery to her.

#ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ʰᵉᵃᵈˢ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ˢⁱⁿᵏ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵇᵒʳᵉᵈᵒᵐ ⁱˢ ᵗᵒᵒ ʰᵃʳᵈ ᵗᵒ ᶠⁱᵍʰᵗ ( OOC )#Kuraneon #kuraneoweek2020 #day2kuraneo2020 #I didn't proof read this one at all so sorry for all of the mistakes #I'll have to get the other days out later #this one became real difficult to write #so #I've had the siren au in my head for a long ass time now #I had written out the OG plot I had planned first and then at like #2000 words I gave up #I've realized that plot was terribly planned and I've gotta work through some loopholes before I can post it #I will still be posting it because I've already written 2000 words might as well finish it #that may end up being a chapter story though since I started with the beginning #we'll see #This one was another one I kinda had set to the side with the siren au #I took one of the three plots I had made and just kindaa #shook it around a bit #In this one they meet young and then the massacre happens and kura disappears for a while #then they meet up again when they're the canon age and shit happens #we'll see if I write more for this one #this one was the more angst heavy plot of the three #while the og one was more 'friendship is magic'#you'll see #maybe #Maybe the next ones I'll draw something with them #I'm bad at drawing but I've realized I haven't described what anyone looks like in either of these #eh we'll see I'll have time so maybe

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moonfox281 · 6 years

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Hi I was wondering if you can write a one-shot or anything with mob wife au where Dick didnt realize he had a kink for Jason's scent until Jason went on a business trip and Dick is missing his husband but can only cling on the smell of Jason that still lingers on their bed. Then when Jason came back from the trip, they had some smoking hot scene together. That's all, thank you so much and I just want to say I really love your writing, your fics especially mob boss au. Keep up the good work.

Hehe, I love the way your mind works.

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“I have business trip next week.”

Dick rolled on the bed and looked at Jason, brows quirked up. “Excuse me?”

Jason, in only his pants that hung loosely on his sculpted hips, switched on his legs and looked down like a kicked puppy. He had always looked good half naked. Dick enjoyed watching the way his ripped muscles buddle up, coiling like powerful waves of tropical ocean at the time of July.

“Honey,” Jason started, stopped, bit his lip, then tried again. “It’s only for 2 days, 3 at top.”

“I don’t care if it’s a whole damn month, you’ll miss John’s first day at school.”

“I know, and I don’t want that. Trust me, you and I, we’ve planned this for months. It’s just… job.”

Dick rolled his eyes, looking outside the window of their penthouse bedroom. To say he was disappointed was an understatement, but he knew Jason’s job. He remembered nights of the early years when Bruce skipped dinner or not even going home at all, leaving the 9 years old him alone wondering to himself if he was being abandoned again. In the end, had Jason’s illegal empire ever been different from a business enterprise?

They were all the same, just different customers, and different needs.

Jason crawled over on the bed, looming over him. His hand went up, sliding the hem of Dick’s robe open. “I’ll make it up to you. I swear.”

“Oh, and how are you going to do that, Mr. Todd?”

Dick looked at him, tried to not let the way Jason’s eyes glowed get to him. He caught his hand, stopped it from sliding further on his skin, but Jason, the damn superhuman human he married, pushed him down the mattress and caged his wrists on the headboard.

“I can think of a few things, Mr. Todd.”

Dick had gotten used to being alone. Not lonely, but alone. His husband was an international crime organizer, and he went then and there every month. Trips to the airport were a casual thing to Dick by now, to the point he remembered every possible route and shortcut they could ever take. There was an alley right in the corner of Bull street that led to a secret underground way that went all the way to the airport fly gate, built and used only by the Red Hood elite gang members. Or there was this huge International Delivery Service facility right next to the airport, that was actually a front of the gang’s medical and tactical emergency response forces. It was very hard to forget that one time Dick was traveling to Washington and the whole airport went in alarm because a kid forgot his backpack with a special toy in it. The moment the announcement hit the speaker system, Jason’s men marched in from practically everywhere and whisked Dick away while he was still in the middle of processing what the hell was going on.

Marrying Jason meant everything to Dick, but sometimes, the things that came along could be a little bit too much, like the heavy ring on Dick’s finger that kept making him think how terrible it would be if he punched somebody, or like right now, sitting in a bulletproof SUV with two guards in tactical vests with three assault rifles, and … well, Jason. The thing was like a damn fortress, both inside and out. Ahead of them, a normal looking Forb was actually driven by Jefferson, the head of Jason’s security and tactical director, carrying three other guards all in disguise, and behind, an old minivan with one of Jason’s many task forces inside.

It felt like they were going to war sometimes. Worse, Dick knew Jason only went this extra mile when Dick was with him. Normally if he was going alone, Jason would even drive himself.

“You want anything when I get back?” Jason squeezed his hand, smiling like a dork.

“As if I even need anything anymore.”

“You sure? Russia has quite good chocolate.”

Dick huffed. “Are you trying to make me fat?”

“Oh we all know your body has that special system, making all the fat go in one particular place.”

He swatted Jason’s head, and heard him laugh out loud. Dick glanced around and looked at the guards, watching the corners of their mouths quirk up, and blushed heavily. God, if embarrassing Dick was Jason’s way of making his guards stay loyal, he was doing a fantastic job.

They arrived at the airport peacefully, as if Jason would ever let anything happen. Dick could bet his money that his husband even had snipers crawling somewhere on the nearby rooftops to cover for them.

The jet was already waiting by the time their cars made to the place. Jefferson went out to talk with the pilots, guards wandered around to do a recheck on everything. They got off the car, Jason kissed his hand, a duffle bag over his shoulder. His vest, well ironed and matt black, did things to the blue in his eyes and that cocky smirk he always wore like a damn badge. Usually when he dressed well, it meant some people were going to get killed. After years of marriage, Dick knew it would be the best to not talk about it. “I’ll be back by Wednesday, if not, you know the drill.”

“Oh you better be back by Wednesday. You owe John a day out.”

“I did say it may take up to 3 days, didn’t I?”

“Oh yes, but if you can make it back sooner…” Dick licked his lip, biting it while watching the way Jason gulped.

“Wednesday it is then.”

When waving his goodbye, Hank, another of Jason’s boy, stood next to him and shook his head.

“You do know how to walk him around.”

Dick just smiled, and watched the jet take off.

On the first night, things went on like usual. Jason called right away once he landed, and he talked with John for almost half an hour before homework whisked the boy away. He talked about how terrible the cold was at this time of the year in Russia, how empty his huge hotel room was without his family, and how much he wished he could be there with them eating Dick’s homemade steaks and mash sweet potato.

International crime organization meant international movement every now and then. There were nights when Jason woke up at 4 in the morning, barely an hour back from patrol to get ready for a flight overseas.

Most of the times Dick stayed at home and waited, on some occasions he would go with Jason to watch his back. Dick had got used to it, had got used to rubbing his nose on the empty bed sheet at night when his husband was away, or curling on the couch of his favorite reading area by the window to fell asleep more easily.

Patrol had been strikingly easy since marriage, with Jason’s growing power in the underworld, and Bruce’s widening crime fighting community. And tonight, just like every time Jason went away, the streets were even quieter than ever.

Dick always knew Jason got something to do with this.

“Did you get home safe?”

Dick huffed and rolled his eyes when taking off his Nightwing suit. Safe used to be a foreign conception of his life, applying more for the people around him rather than Dick himself.

“With 5 of your men and the amount of firearms they carry? You’re lucky we didn’t get pulled over by the cops, they’d probably think we were on our way to rob the National Bank.”

Jason chuckled. “You’ll be fine. The cops on duty tonight were all my men.”

Dick dropped his shirt. Thinking about all the routes they had passed today and suddenly lost his words. He knew Jason had insight in the law enforcement, knew how usual this happened for most big crime organizers. Still, it was a bit of a shock.

“All of them?” Dick asked, slightly wished Jason was just joking.

“All of them.” Jason wasn’t joking.

Dick enjoyed the way Jason chuckle. He had always loved his deep voice, the roughness of it, it made his sweet man sounded edgy, manly, with a hint of mysterious, just like the classic novels he read.

“What are you doing?”

“Having breakfast. Just got up actually, last night kept me up a little too late.” Jason’s sigh sounded tired, and Dick caught the sound of him moving on the bed. “What are you doing?”

“Getting change. Tonight was surprisingly easy, thanks to you.”

Jason yawned and hummed a soft sound. Dick could imagine the face he was making, could vision the hand he rubbed on the back of his neck, moving it up to comb through the short locks, a soft smile he had on his dozy face, teeth white and even showing through the crack of his lips.

“What are you wearing?” He spoke, after a beat of silence.

“What?”

Jason chuckled again. “What do you have left on your body?”

“Right now? Nothing but a robe.”

“Good. Where are you now?”

“In our bedroom.” Dick bit his lips, getting a glimpse of what Jason was having in mind.

“Why don’t you put me on speaker, baby?”

Dick thought about it for a second, then left to peak out at the living room. Hank was lurking near the elevator, and no sign of Jefferson. The man had probably gone upstairs. Dick swallowed then got back to the room, locking the door carefully.

“Okay.” He said, putting the phone on the speaker on top of the office desk by the window.

“Now, why don’t you strip for me?”

Dick shivered when Jason’s voice came out as loud and clear as if he was right here in the room with him. He closed his eyes, slid his fingers tips down the thick fabric, tugging at the belt before pulling it off completely. The hems ran off his shoulders, the whole robe felt down, puddling behind his feet. His skin revealed to the space, uncovered and still steaming after the hot shower.

“Is it cold?”

Dick shifted, switching on his legs, and swallowed. “A little.”

Jason chuckled, the sound of the sheet moving under his weight came clearer. “Touch yourself.”

Dick thought about it, thought about the three of Jason’s men lurking around inside his house just a door away, thought about John sleeping upstairs, but then about Jason on his hotel bed, more or less naked too with a hand sliding down near his member.

He bit on his lip, then did what he was told. His fingers slid on naked skin, lightly shaken and cold. His breaths were getting louder, and Jason was getting responsive by it.

“That’s it,” He breathed. “That’s it, baby. Imagine I was there.”

Dick did. He thought of the way Jason always touched him, of his big hands, his patchy knuckles, his calloused fingers rubbing against his scars. He would toy with his belly button, caress his nipples until they hardened. Meanwhile, his lips would land down the side of Dick’s neck, peppering kisses, sucking skin while his hands had their game on Dick’s body.

Dick’s hands traced down to his cock, shivering when the first touch landed but soon, it felt like nothing was enough.

“You sound good, baby.” Jason’s voice came out low, rumbling like an animal. It did things to Dick. “Climb on the bed. Keep touching yourself.”

Dick followed his every word, crawling on the mattress with a hand between his thighs.

“Play with your back too.”

Dick bit on the sheet when his fingers made their way further to the back. He felt his rim there, twitching like expecting something.

“Do you feel yourself there?”

Dick nodded to himself, shakily answered. “I do.”

When the first finger went in, he gasped. His inside felt hot and soft, and the feel of it brought all sort of a new experience to Dick. He wondered to himself if this was how the inside of him had always felt like.

When the second finger made its way in, Dick moaned. And Jason must have reacted to it, because briefly through his closed lids and heaving, Dick caught on the sound of his husband’s choked out laugh.

For a few seconds, Dick couldn’t do anything but stayed still and relaxed. This was too much, this felt too much. It amazed him thinking about how his body usually took in Jason’s fingers and then his thing because it sure felt a lot harder doing this all by himself.

“Breathe, baby. Breathe.” Jason cooed, softly.

Dick inhaled, exhaled. Three times, then by the fourth, he felt much better and eager to move.

It felt good. God, it felt so good he actually cried out.

Jason’s chuckles got louder, his breathing got heavier, his bed creaked a little, the sheet moved around. Dick didn’t need to see to know his husband was enjoying the hell out of this phone call.

“Can you take in three?”

This time, he was sure he would get even louder so he bit on the sheet even harder and muffled it all. In the background, Jason was cursing, laughing, then heaving. He was breathing through his mouth and groaning. Dick could tell he was jerking himself by the sound and mental image of Dick spreading out and fingering himself on their bed.

“Baby I’m so close.”

Dick was close too, but he couldn’t get off like this, couldn’t get off like this if it wasn’t Jason. So he rubbed his face on the sheet, and wormed the other hand down to touch his rock hard cock. Even the slightest touch sent electric to his spine, and the bed smelt like Jason, his woody smelt, thick, heavy, musky like the wood at fall after a good rain.

Dick missed his touch, missed his warmth, the way he always whispered the sweetest things to his ear while making love.

His nose rubbed on the sheet, and the thing was coated was Jason’s scent.

He came, hard, with Jason name on his tongue. The orgasm struck him with full force that made his knees weak and shake, Dick himself felt shamelessly blessed that their place was well soundproof enough so the guards wouldn’t think he wasn’t being butchered and barge in.

He must have passed out, Dick was sure of it. Because for a minute he just laid there, heaving, ass in the air and knees down and legs too numb too feel anything, feeling the cool sweat coating his back and running on his heated skin.

Jason must have climaxed when Dick’s head was still somewhere around cloud nine, because when he laughed, the sound came calmly relaxed and satisfied.

“I love you.”

Dick laughed, blowing the hair that had felt down his face. He would need a shower again, and change the sheet.

“Jason,” He called, stopping for a beat to catch on his own breath, swallowing for the sake of his dry throat. “Wednesday?”

Jason chuckled, moving on the bed again. This time, his voice got louder, but odd enough, wispier too, as if he had pressed his lips so close to the speaker like sending the words straight to Dick’s core.

“Wednesday.”

“You big fucking liar.”

Jason went silent, but even through the phone, Dick could understand that was his way of admitting defeat. The whole house turned back to look at him, even Beast hopped his head up from where he was lying. Jefferson peaked through Hank’s shoulder to look at Dick’s reaction before turning to look at each other.

His guards had been staying over his place since Jason went off. Jason’s order, of course, even when most of what they did were carrying his bags and reaching for items on the top shelves while grocery shopping.

“You said Wednesday. Tomorrow is Wednesday already. I expected you to drive John to school because you’ve already missed two of his first days. But now you’re telling me you’ll be stuck there for another 3 days?”

“Ba‒Baby,” Jason shuttered. Jason never shuttered, only to Dick. “It just came out of nowhere. I swore, I didn’t have this coming.”

“You didn’t have it coming? Right, who messed up this bad that you have to stay this long?”

“If I tell you, death would be a mercy for them. No, honey, no. I’ll call John later, tell him I’m sorry‒”

“You’ll miss his first football test!” Dick screamed. Literally screamed.

“Dickie, baby, I know. But‒” There was sound of door opening, and then next was Jason’s faraway voice cursing and groaning. “Fuck what? No, I’m talking to my husband, tell them to fucking wait… What? Now?! Tell them the last goddamn person said that to me was strangled alive.”

“Jason, are you in trouble?” Dick growled. He slammed his smoothie down the marble counter so hard Bob — the same grumpy sarcastic Viking vibe Bob who had a man bun and a bazooka on his back five days out of seven — literally jumped.

“Jason Peter Todd.”

“Yes, Dickie? No, I’m not in trouble, more like some people are gonna be in serious trouble because of me. But no need to worry, I have to go, but I’ll be back soon, I swear.”

“I hold little faith to your promises right now, Jay. Whatever, just don’t cause a national crisis, and don’t.get.in.any.trouble.”

From the way the whole three of Jason’s men widely looked at him when he grunted out every word, Dick was confident Jason got the message crystal clear.

“Ye‒Yes sir.” Dick was right. “I really have to go now. I’ll call back when I can, I love you.”

“Love you too.” Dick mumbled back then shut the phone, throwing it down the counter with a sigh.

He needed to kill Jason, and get some tea. John was still asleep by this hour, and the penthouse felt too big without most of his family present.

“Annie, can you make me some tea?”

His butler, Anastasia smiled at him. On the stove, the kettle was already screaming. “I kinda figured you would say that.” She hushed Jefferson outside of the kitchen so she could reach toward the drawer, pulling out Dick’s favorite cup set. “I have to admit, before working for you, I had in mind the Red Hood was a more fearless man.”

“Oh you have no idea.” Dick rolled his eyes and got over the counter for his tea selection. Jason always left the coffee bags scattered around in this particular drawer despite how many time Dick had told him not to.

“I guess you’re just special enough to bring out that side of him.”

Dick turned back to look at the back of Anna and her strawberry blonde hair when she slid the lemongrass to put into the teapot. Anna was Mac’s wife, one of Jason’s gang head members, and one of the few Jason truly trusted to let be around his family. Mac was a busy man so that Jason wouldn’t be busy himself, for that, Anna, without a job and three kids always at school, was usually left lonely at home until one day, Jason offered he might need a butler for their penthouse in Diamond District.

She loved the job. She loved it too much she wouldn’t let Dick cook sometimes.

“Are those boys going to join you for lunch?” Anna asked with a specific smirk, and Dick knew what she was talking about.

Hank waved back at her with his gun, his very very big gun, next to him, Jefferson was pointing at something on the tablet for Bob, who looked like he was armed for a zombie apocalypse rather than guarding a 20 years experience vigilante.

Three elite guards from his very own personal protection team, tagging along to anywhere at any time, assigned directly by the Red Hood himself.

One week ago Dick had got back to the Manor and had a little tea talk with Damian. The boy had asked him if Jason was treating him well. Dick could only have laughed.

Jason was treating him too well it was hard to watch sometimes.

“Blue,” Hank smirked, coming over and pulling a chair out next to Dick. “You like the Turkish Delights I made last time?”

Dick huffed, thanking God secretly that all these men were wise enough to not talk about their Boss when Dick was still mad at him. Behind him, Anna chuckled while watching Hank look eager for his answer.

“I do, very much. Who would have thought these big hands can make such lovely sweets.”

He wriggled his brows at Hank, and pulled the gun out of his hand, disabled it at ease. “No guns on the counter.”

Hank looked back at him, dumbfounded. Jefferson, who seemed to have enough talking with Bob about the things on the tablet, went over and snapped a finger at the man.

“Blue,” He turned to Dick, eyes looking everywhere on his face before meeting his eyes. Dick never took Jefferson in as a shy man, but he acted like he had choked on his tongue sometimes. “Technically I’m not allowed to do this, but if you want to know Boss’s schedule, please ask me, I can make some calls, ask Trevor around. Do not do any research by yourself.”

Dick twirled on his chair and tried to act normal in front of Jefferson’s serious face and Anna’s big fat smile when handling over his tea. Anna even put a slice of lemon into his cup, what a lovely butler she was.

“Blue, are you listening to me?”

“I am, I am.”

“So you remember the routines, right?”

Dick rolled his eyes. These men, they were treating Dick as a child.

“No patrol over 6 hours. No going out without a team. No new cases without backup. No traveling overseas or out of the gang’s territory. No skipping meals during the days. And get back home before 3 AM.”

Dick was seriously getting a headache listening to Bob covering all the things Jason had repeated to him over and over again every time he went on a business trip.

“Guys, you are all aware that I’m perfectly capable of winning a 10 men SWAT team in exactly 7 minutes and a half, right? You must be, you’ve seen me do that before.”

Hank rubbed a hand over his face, and his beard, biting on his cheek as if trying to find the right words to say. “Blue, you wear spandex, literal spandex that gets cut and burnt and not bulletproof.”

“Yeah, and spandex that helps me fly.”

Jefferson put his tablet down the marble counter, sighed, and squeezed Dick’s hand. “Blue, I know you fly, and you fly beautifully. We just want to keep you safe, as safe as possible, and Boss not killing us for not trying.”

“Oh he won’t kill any of you, not if I tell him so.”

Jefferson sighed, seemingly exhausted. “Blue.”

“Okay, okay. Jesus.” Dick actually laughed. He could play this game, besides, it was nice to have someone around running errand for him.

Jefferson knelt down, head leveled with Dick’s stomach. He put his hand on Dick’s knee, a harmless gesture but Dick got a feeling it carried something more than just what it seemed.

“If I ever have to watch you in a 3 weeks coma again, I think I’ll actually die.”

Dick barked out a laugh, sipped on his tea, and patted Jefferson’s on the head.

Dick didn’t know he had fallen asleep, until his body reacted out of instinct.

A hand caught his wrist, blocking his blow fully and strong. Jefferson’s face came clear in the dark, closer than Dick had expected. His forearm planted on the head of the couch, and his beard had a strange grey color under the moonlight when looming over Dick like this.

Dick let out the breath he had been holding, hands tugged at the wool blanket on his shoulder. He didn’t know why he did that, suddenly, he just felt naked in front of the man’s eyes.

“You’ll catch a cold if you sleep here.” Jefferson said so, but right after that, he left to fire up the fireplace.

Dick watched the way his back flex when hunching down. His thick muscle bundled up, barely hidden underneath the thin cover of his shirt. Dick had seen him naked a few times, knew well how bulky this man actually was underneath all the layers of armor he carried most of the time. The gun holster hugged tight to his arms and shoulders. You could always know how fit a man was by the way the shoulder holster hugged on them.

Jefferson walked back after setting the fire. Dick watched the fireplace light the room up, painting dancing shadows on the walls as Jefferson made his way back to the couch he was curling on, knelt down one knee, one arm planted down the cushion right next to Dick’s legs.

He stared at Dick in silence, so serious and focused as if analyzing him.

Dick rubbed the edge of the blanket on his nose, tearing his gaze away and laying his head down his knees. “Don’t ask.” He whispered.

“It’s okay to miss him.”

“I know.”

Dick knew. But if felt like a joke, showing this side of him to someone. Jason was only away for four days, back then, they used to avoid each other for months, but now, Dick felt torturous waiting for the sun to come up and down without a body pressed next to him.

Jason’s scent still lingered on the sheet, in the first two days, it shooed Dick to sleep like coating him in his husband’s warm embrace. Now, his scent only reminded Dick of his absence in the room.

Jefferson looked down his feet, then up at Dick. He pushed his lips into a thin line, the hand he had on the couch lightly rubbed on Dick’s blanket-covered legs.

“This is the first time he goes on a business trip this long without you by his side.”

Dick smiled, hopping Jefferson didn’t catch the way his lips was weighing down. “Yeah. He’s never gone this long.”

Dick could feel Jefferson’s eyes on him, he just didn’t care anymore. The fire reminded him of a night when they got back from an undercover mission, too pent up by leftover energy and adrenaline of jumping off a 20 stories building, they had sex countless times by the fireplace, and then danced naked in the dark, with only the red and orange light as music and guidance to their steps.

“Why don’t you call him?”

Jefferson’s words brought surprise to Dick, half because how they broke the peaceful silence between them, and half of the meaning they carried.

Dick tugged himself in tighter, had this major urge to curl himself into a ball and hide away from just everyone’ eyes.

“I don’t think I have any right to say I miss him.”

Jefferson frowned, hunched over even closer. “What makes you think so?”

“Because I’ve made him wait much longer.”

Dick had expected Jefferson to just leave him be like that. To his surprise, the man pulled out his phone, and dialed Jason’s contact.

Dick caught on his wrist, half amazed, half panicked. “What are you doing?”

“Calling him for you.” Jefferson deadpanned.

“He could be working. He could be busy.”

Jefferson only stared back, smiling.

“For you? He won’t be.”

Dick was cleaning their dressing room when the stack of shirts he was folding fell off where he had laid them on the wardrobe.

“Oh for Christ sake.” He mumbled and went over to pick it up and fold them again.

Jason’s side was always on the left. Most of his clothes were shirts, jackets (a lot of them), coats, and suits. He had a few hoodies, and a few tanks, but overall, his tastes ran short in just a few styles. Unlike him, Dick liked to test things out on his right side, with oversized tees (mostly stolen from Jason’s), cotton shirts, polos, blazers, sweaters, turtlenecks, sweatshirts. Even Babs choked when she saw his side of the wardrobe. Dick remembered when they first moved in, Jason had joked, Dick’s side had to be right, because he was always right.

Picking up a jacket of Jason that he had planned to hang up the hanger, Dick took a decent look at it, and tried to recall the last time Jason had worn it.

Driven by curiosity, he lifted the collar up, and smelt it.

A satisfied sigh was drawn out. The thing smelt clean, a whip of worn leather even though looking new, and just like Jason. Jason, who smelt like old wood, burnt charcoal, and home.

“You really miss me that much?”

Dick yelped, whole body jointed up when caught by Jason’s voice. He turned back, and his husband was standing right there, leaning on the doorway, smirking devilishly.

“You are… home?” Dick tried to catch on his breath, a hand smoothed on his chest. He threw the jacket right back to the stack of clothes so quick like the thing had offended him.

Jason chuckled and walked over, invading Dick’s personally space in the speed of light.

“You’re not happy?”

“No, I just… I thought you’d be back tomorrow.”

“Well, I decided to wrap things up sooner than scheduled, because a certain someone was missing me so badly he had to listen to my voice to fall asleep last night.”

Dick blushed when taken over by the memory of last night. Jefferson had called Jason for him, and they had talked for what felt like hours, to the point Dick couldn’t recall when he had passed out, only to wake up in a bed with Beast staring at him in the morning.

Jason caught his chin, lifted it up with his fingers so they could face each other. Dick could mirror himself on the intense blue of Jason’s eyes.

“Tell me, how bad did you miss me?”

Dick swallowed, breathing through his mouth when Jason’s lips brushed over his.

“You already know.” He whispered back, shivered when felt a hand wormed its way underneath his shirt and palm on the small of his back.

In his head, Dick had expected the hand Jason had on him to travel down a little lower, or his lips to trace the side of his neck so his teeth could lightly gaze his skin like how he always did. To his surprise, Jason only pulled him closer, drowning him in his warmth and familiar scent of his. His arms, his big arms, wrapped around Dick as if promising to never let go of him.

“5 days,” He whispered in the crook of Dick’s neck. “5 damn days. I missed you and John like crazy.”

Dick chuckled, rubbing his face on Jason’s shoulder because he could.

“Tell me, how bad did you miss me?”

Jason barked out a laugh, arms still squeezing Dick into his chest. He kissed his hair, and their legs were swaying on their own.

#jaydick #mob boss au #mob wife au #My writing #writing prompt

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netherbees · 7 years

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Pt. 1

As you made your way to the usual corner, you already saw Zen standing there, chatting with a really pretty girl. As you came closer you saw the irritated look on his face as the girl blabbered on. You took action.

When you arrived you immediately swung your arm over Zen’s shoulder. “Jagi~ You waited for me! Oh, who’s this?” You chirped fakely, before shooting the girl a polite smile. “Oh..Jagi, this is Kyungju! Kyungju, meet MC, my babe~!” He played along with you. Thank god. Kyungju’s eyes widened and she looked like she saw a ghost. “Uh. Hello?” You asked, feigning innocent confusion. “Oh.. uh.. Z-Zen! I have to…go…goodbye!” Kyungju rushed to say before scurrying away. Once she was out of hearing range, you burst into fits of giggles. “Thanks, MC. You always find a way to save me!” Zen said with a chuckle. You waved him off as you saw Yoosung running over. “Yoosung~!” You yelled, which only made him run faster. “MC! Hi! I’m not late again am I?” Yoosung asked, panting lightly. “Nope~!” You chirped, popping the ‘P’. “Hmm. I wonder where Jaehee and Jumin are? I mean, seven will be late as always, but he’ll catch up to us.” Zen questioned, before a fancy Porsche parked besides you three. “Oh. There.” Yoosung pointed out. “Jumin~! Jaehee~!” You greeted the brother and younger sister that climbed out of the car. “Oh, MC, hello.” Jumin greeted, and Jaehee waved at you lightly from behind him. “Okay we can g-” You got cut off by your name being yelled. “MC! Wait for me!” seven was running to catch up to you. “Oh. You’re on time for once!” You laughed before hugging him. “Can we go now?” You ask. Everyone nods and you all start walking. This was a morningly thing. You all lived in the same neighbourhood, yet your school was quite a few blocks away, so you all walked together every morning.

“Jagi~ You’re walking too fast!” Zen said, walking faster to catch up with your steady pace. “No, Hyun, you’re just walking slow.” You pointed out with a giggle. “Hey~! I told you to stop calling me Hyun, MC!” Zen pouted at you, which caused you to giggle once again. “Boo-hoo~” You stuck your tongue out at him, causing him to scowl. “Pfft. Hyun, just admit that you’re never gonna make it as Zen!” seven said. You snorted as Zen started sulking before walking behind all of us.

This time, seven was the one to catch up to you and wrap his arm around your shoulder. “Hello~~!” He chirped happily. You giggled before wrapping your arm around his waist. “Nya~!” You sounded loudly through the street. You even did the little hand-paw thing. You could practically feel seven melt next to you. “Hehe, sorry bud!” You chirped, before nuzzling your head against his cheek. This was usual for the two of you. You were practically his pet kitten. “Ahh, you’re too cute, ya know?” He said with a sweet smile. “I know~!” You pointed out before laughing lightly. “Jumin! Come be social! Don’t just stare at your phone all the way here.” You yelled back to Jumin, without looking. You knew he was looking at his phone.

You untangled yourself from seven to walk next to Jumin. You hooked your arm through his, making him crack a light smile and putting his phone in his pocket. “I’m not that anti-social, MC…” He tried. You snorted. “Yeah, sure you’re not.” you teased. He scoffed. “Come on, you spend your whole day playing the damn game!” seven retorted. Your eyes widened as the group gave him a strange look. “Huh? since when does MC play games? Do you play LOLOL?!” Yoosung suddenly asks. You glare at seven for breaking the damned 4th wall again, but the conversation had already gone to Yoosung’s gaming addiction.

“Jaehee, you alive?” You smiled at her before unhooking your arm from Jumin’s and walking besides her. “Yeah, sure.” she answered. You gave her a sympathetic look. “Did you spend all night doing both of your homework again?” You ask. “Yeah. Mom and dad will be horribly upset when they find out he doesn’t do it.” Jaehee answered with a sigh. “Cheer up! It’ll be alright, okay?” You said, flashing her a toothy grin. "Yeah...you're right. Thanks MC." She replied with a nod. "Oh! Right, Yoosung, I may or may not have pushed you to the #3 on the leaderboard on LOLOL..." You remembered, your eyes shining. "W-w-what!?" He stammered as Seven snorted. You smiled happily before ruffling his hair. "Yet I'm still in #1 place, remember?" Seven teased, making your nostrills flare. "Shut that mouth." You snapped before looking back at Yoosung kindly. "She's scary man..." He muttered to Zen. You smirked but your expression turned happier when SKY Highschool came into view. Our neighbourhood had SKY Middleschool, SKY Highschool and SKY University. "There we go!" You exclaimed before jogging to the front of your little friend group. "Come on! I'm dying to know what I got for mt math test! I feel like I did great!" You chirped happily before running off onto the school terrain. "God...Every single time." Zen sighed before taking off after you. "Waah! Wait for me!" Yoosung whined, taking off. "Oh! Don't go without me!" Seven yelled befire taking off too. "I'm not running." Jumin said out to Jaehee who just sighed in response. You always felt bad for Jaehee. She was practically his assistant. When you made it through the big double doors you were panting. "Damn. I need to work out...one day." You snorted at your own joke as Zen, Yoosung and Seven caught up to you. "You're tired? This is barely a warm up, Jagi!" Zen exclaims in disbelief and Seven nodded in agreement. Yoosung and you stared at them with wide eyes. "Oh, I'm sorry, we're not masculine monsters darn it! I don't excercise!" Yoosung exclaimed in frustration, as his breath became normal again. You snorted as you walked away, they didn't even notice. You thought. A hand suddenly wrapped around your waist and you knew that only Seven did that.

Happily you smiled up at him as he did the same. He had always been taller than you. You were only 5′5... “Zen, Yoosung, Jaehee, Jumin, we’re heading to math! see you at English!” You said, looking back. They all muttered back a sure back and you snickered at their uninterested responses and looked ahead, seeing your old math teacher opening the doors to the classroom. “Eek! I have a great feeling about the last math test!” You squeal, waving to the teacher. He gives you a warm smile as seven squeezes your waist softly. “Better go check then, huh?” The old man, Mason Oaker said to me, gesturing us in.

You and seven were always early. so, as you two sat down together at the back corner, you were happy to notice the silence that lingered in the room. You took a deep breath and sat down next to seven who put his hand on your knee. You never knew the reason for his continuous physical contact, since you were pretty sure that it was all platonic, but you didn’t complain. You liked it.

After a while of the comfortable silence and slight rustling of the professor’s papers, the class started to fill with annoyed and tired teens. You were excited to know your test results so you were relieved when the bell rang and the lesson started. “Alright, kiddos, ready for the test results?” The professor asked. “uuuughhh~” The class voiced, while you...just replied with yes. Great. Another embarrassing moment when everyone looked at you expectantly. Your head immediately fell down and you felt seven squeeze your knee. “Pfft, okay then. It’s alright.” He whispered with a snort. Your head shot up with flared nostrills and you gave him such a dark glare, his eyes widened in fear.

“Katie, B. Erick, A+. MC, F...” The rest of his lectures were tuned out as you stared straight ahead. This..was your first F in your whole life. You felt seven’s hand on your shoulder and you knew you were making this very dramatic but...your first F?!

The rest of the lesson went by in a blur as you did nothing but stare around lightly, and seven stayed silent. When the lesson ended you stood up and rushed out of the classroom swiftly, forgetting seven. “MC! MC wait for me, let’s go to English together!” seven yelled while running after you. You ignored it, already imagining what your parents were going to say. ‘We did not expect this, MC.’ ‘such a dissapointment’ ‘Didn’t we teach you to be good?’ Your eye twitched in anger, which was pointed at yourself.

You believed every single word your parents said to you, you believed that you had to be the best. Your friends always saw you as such a happy-go-lucky person but really..you were stressed and sad. Your parents weighed down on you a bunch.

“Hey, hey shh, MC, what’s wrong with one bad grade?” seven said after grabbing you by the waist and turning you to him. “A lot.” You say simply before squirming out of his arms and walking into the English classroom and sitting in the far back corner where two groups of 4 tables stood, you sitting in the one closest to the corner walls. Zen and Yoosung soon enough sat next to you after seven had joined you, sitting next to you. “Hey, MC, come on, talk to me. It’s not that bad, if you really want a good grade I can always hack into the school’s computer and give you an A+?!” seven said, holding your hands and trying to get you to look away from your table. “seven, please, shut up!” You snapped, which you had never done. Zen and Yoosung looked at you, taken aback by what you just did as seven seemed unfazed. “What happened to them?” Zen asks. “They got an F.. The first one, And they don’t wanna tell me why it’s such a big deal.” seven explains. You had only told Zen about your parents when he opened up to you about his, so he immediately got it, while Yoosung and seven were still clueless. “Ah...It’ll be okay, MC! I don’t know what they’re gonna do...but I can feel it’s gonna be okay!” Zen said with an encouraging smile. “Yeah..sure.” You muttered, looking up. You wiggled your hands out of seven’s and rested your head on the palm of your hand as Jaehee and Jumin sat down at the two tables next to you.

You could hear Zen, Yoosung, seven, Yoosung, Jaehee and Jumin talking to each other hushedly, you just couldn’t hear about what as you tried to focus on the teacher when he explained that you had another test tomorrow. ‘Great, just fucking great’ You thought in annoyance. “MC, hey, wanna hang out this afternoon with us? Well, except for Jumin, he has to go golf with some trust fund guy’s kid, and Jaehee has to go with him.” Zen asked you. “Mhm. Okay. Where we going?” You asked, wondering who’s place. “seven’s. His parents and his maid aren’t there today!” Zen flashed his million dollar smile, which you didn’t return. “Okay.” Zen’s face fell at your simple answer. You were really happy though, it only postpones the dreadful moment of telling your parents that you got an F.

The lesson ended swiftly and you headed to the cafeteria together with the RFA. Well, Jihyun was on a trip with his parents. He did that a lot so he missed tons of school. “Yoosung, can you get me a chocolate bar?” You asked, handing him 3 bucks to buy it with. “Uh, sure!” He said in a confused tone before rushing away. He knew when you were sad, since you always wanted chocolate and he knew how scary you were whenever he refused. Zen and seven swallowed in anxiety as they saw you take out your phone to call your mom. “Mom? Yeah. Uhm...I got an F on my math test. Yes. I’m sorry but I re- Oh. But, I learned really we- I- C-Can I atleast hang out wi- Oh. But- Okay mother. Good bye, I’ll see you in two hours.” MC looked up to see the whole RFA standing there, Yoosung with your chocolate bar, staring at you expectantly. “I can’t hangout today. Or ever. I am from now on forbidden to interact with anyone within the RFA.” You sadly explained, taking the chocolate bar from Yoosung. All of their expressions were shocked, Yoosung was tearing up. “What..?” Zen said but you had already turned around to hide in the bathroom.

To be continued...

(This was for the 100 followers milestone! Yay! I’m sorry if you didn’t like it, but I’m actually pretty happy with it so hey, shut that mouth if it’s gonna be negative!)

#mystic messenger #mysme #yoosung #saeyoung #Zen #Jumin #Jaehee #V #Jihyun #Hyun Ryu #high school #fanfic #milestone

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awkwardaverageturtle · 7 years

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Words on repeat (Epilogue)

A/N: So.... as a New Years gift and a way to announce the end of my hiatus... Enjoy this epilogue of this one-shot I created last year for the SoonHoon Fanwork Fest. I actually wondered if I should post this until someone told me they wanted a continuation so, yeah.

Summary: What happens, years later. Sequel to this.

Words: 1.4k

Pairing: SoonHoon (SoonyoungxJihoon) [SEVENTEEN]

Genre: Fluff

Cross-posted on AO3 & AFF

You are beautiful. So much, to my eyes.

Those words never stopped repeating in Soonyoung’s mind. It continued to hurt his heart with a ball of regret tossed to his soul. 5 years were added. 5 more years of pain.

All because he chickened out at the last moments.

The length of time that flowed only brought him past university, thankfully landing a job from the first few companies he auditioned at. It’s been his 3rd year as a dance instructor at “Very Nice Studios’ and even then, Soonyoung constantly had meetups with Jihoon who worked around the block at some song composing studio.

Despite a rookie at the company, he gained the most praise for his work. That made Soonyoung smile nonetheless when he witnesses the humble reaction the boy unveils.

He spent all those events with Jihoon yet, he never found the chance for confession. Until today.

You could say it was his last opportunity to reveal his love for the shorter male. Even with the bustling sound of people preparing the event in a hurry, Soonyoung couldn’t take his thoughts away from his last attempt. His hand unlocks one of the many doors along the corridor.

“Oh?” A woman exclaimed in surprise. “Was I disturbing?” He carefully asks, still standing at the doorway.

“Not really, Soonyoung. Come in, I just finished hair and makeup,” the woman stated with a gesture; she sat quite elegantly with her hands placed on her lap, a modest light rose dress hugged her body in a way that it didn’t look too tight with a lace veil hanging from a dainty tiara that brought a shine to her appearance.

“Wow. The bride looks amazing~” Soonyoung complimented with singing tone as he sat on a nearby stool. “Oh. Stop. I’m not all that,” she shyly covered her face with a giggle.

The two only recently met, but they managed to get along fairly well. “You okay? You seem sad,” the bride stares at the man’s sorrow eyes. He was trying to mask it with his usual joyfulness, but it seems that some have noticed.

Just that morning, Junhui asked what was wrong while they were getting their suits ready. Soonyoung reiterated the same phrase with a forced smile to reassure them, “Sure I am! Who wouldn’t be happy on the day his best friend finally gets married to the love of this life? I’m ecstatic about it!”

They shrugged off his response every time and changed the topic. Right as he gave last minute tips about how to handle the groom to the bride, a knock on the door interrupted them.

“What’s up, Minghao?” He asks when he sees the Chinese boy pop his head in. Minghao mutters, “The groom wants to see you.”

His mood dropped; guess it really was now or never. He waved goodbye to the bride along with a good luck cheer that made her laugh. Once he closed the door, Soonyoung hesitated his steps towards the groom’s changing room. A sigh passed his lips before he began walking.

You are beautiful.

I really like you, Lee Jihoon.

Soonyoung recited the words over and over again like a chant. His heart pacing just like his feet when he reached the room. He finally grabbed the doorknob as he held breath.

The sight of a suited Jihoon fixing his red tie when Soonyoung opened the door practically shot arrows to his heart, but he quickly got back up with the plan in mind.

“Hey,” he says first to get the other’s attention. The latter stops his tying action.

“Oh, hey.”

They stood silently for a few seconds, Soonyoung too busy recollecting the words to say. “Hey Jihoon. I just wanted to tell you. I-” The moment he brought the courage to speak, the door slammed open to reveal Hansol with the word ‘anxious’ practically written across his forehead.

He spoke in a breathless manner like he ran over, “Jihoon… hyung… Jisoo-hyung… needs help… with… instruments. Now.”

By the last word, the boy fell into a chair in fatigue. “Alright. Guess we’ll have to talk later, Soonyoung,” Jihoon quickly grabbed his jacket and speedily walked out. In an instant, the latter slapped his face, shocking the younger one.

“What’s wrong, hyung?” He could only mumble that he’s fine before moving into the curtain that partitioned the room to two parts once Hansol left for other errands.

There, Wonwoo sat in his pink lined black suit and light rose tie, face covered by his right hand. “I call you over to help and you couldn’t even take the chance,” the low toned voice speaks with a sigh.

“It’s not my fault he had to leave all of a sudden,” Soonyoung attempts to defend himself. He’s glad Hansol already left so, he could freely tell his best friend about his crush without any worries.

“You were silent. For FIVE minutes. Yeah, I counted. Hell, I could’ve counted how many times you exhaled,” Wonwoo states as he sat up straight, preparing for another counselling session with the dance instructor.

However, said man kept silent as he slouched in the chair across from him.

“Listen. We made a deal. Your last chance to confess to Jihoon would be on my wedding day or I would ‘help’ announce it over my wedding speech later. You have until the moment we enter the dining hall before I’ll make the move. Now is the time, Soonyoung. Go before you regret it for the rest of your sad solo life,” the groom of the day tries to comfort Soonyoung, but ended up forcefully pushing him out of the room.

“For now, leave me to calm my wedding nerves. See you later, best man.” Soonyoung ended up wandering around the venue yet made it to the front of the hall 10 minutes before the event begun.

The confession still stuck on his tongue as said boy stood in front of him with one of the bridesmaids. It was soon the moment he enters with the maid of honour and the wedding begun when Wonwoo and the bride stood to face one another, smiles stuck across their faces.

Every few seconds, Soonyoung’s eyes shifted to glance at Jihoon who quietly stood on his right. There were less than 40 minutes’ left before the groom would give his speech. He had about 20 minutes before that to react, but his mouth wasn’t letting him.

He tried to rehearse the lines and automatically stopped when the newlywed couple were given the moment to kiss. (Wonwoo would probably yell at him for missing the vows, but that didn’t matter.)

Soonyoung spot his love walk alone to the dining hall, immediately hearing his friend’s voice reminding him in his mind. With a kick of his heel, he moved forward to stop the surprised boy in his tracks.

“Oh. You wanted to say something?” The shorter male questions, but he doesn’t receive an answer as he’s being dragged away from the group; the groom smirked from a distance as others wondered what had happened.

Once far enough, somewhere near the garden by the hall, Soonyoung froze for a second in front of Jihoon. The latter had a questioning look which made the dance instructor more nervous.

“I… I’ve been wanting to tell you this since years ago…. Lee Jihoon… I… um.. Ireallylikeyou!” Soonyoung finally blurts out as he faces down, continuing his confession while staring at his brown dress shoes.

“Ever since we’ve been best friends in high school, I started seeing you more as someone I love rather than just a friend. I tried to confess; in high school, university, during our after work meetups and even just now, I’ve wanted to profess my love for you, but I get scared by how you’ll react. I rehearse what I wanted to say to you for years and all I end up doing is melt in your presence. All I want to say is you are so beautiful to me and I really like-”

He stopped. Not because he was anxious again. Instead, he was too shocked by the kiss Jihoon gave on his cheek while slightly tiptoeing. Both grew flustered yet a small smile was seen beneath the blush on their face.

Within the silence of the pastel garden where only two stood between growing moss rosebuds, Soonyoung grinned when he heard the soft voice respond him.

“I really like you too, Kwon Soonyoung.”

His words would continue to repeat, but now with less of a fidgety feeling.

Note: Moss rosebuds mean confession of love so, hehe

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Valentine

I liked this prompt! I’m still hoping we get another Valentine’s Day episode hehe! Dark Cupid was one of my favorites <3. Lemme know what you guys think about this chapter though :D

AO3

Ladybug winced at the reporters gathering around her after she just saved another citizen in need. An awkward grin formed on her face as they began shouting question after question at her. Turning away from them, she quickly attempted to zip away on her yo-yo when one question struck through the noisy crowd.

“Do you have a valentine yet, Ladybug?”

The superheroine could practically feel her cheeks turning a deep red as her mind began to wander. She sighed dreamily with the thought of Adrien clear in her mind’s eye, “Not yet,” she murmured quietly. With that parting shot, Ladybug was off. She began swinging from rooftop to rooftop before she landed back at her balcony. Calling off her transformation, Marinette quickly opened up her trapdoor and flopped onto her bed with a happy giggle.

“What’s got you so happy?” Tikki chirped as she floated nearby the squealing girl.

“Just thinking about Adrien being my Valentine,” her eyes seemed to gaze off far into the distance, looking like she was deeply lost in thought.

“Well, you made him the card for a reason, right?” the kwami said excitedly, “Why don’t you give it to him?”

Marinette blushed before she shook her head furiously, “I can’t. I missed my chance at school today and Adrien’s father keeps him locked away on Valentine’s Day. It’s to protect him from the crazy fangirls.”

Tikki pouted, “Oh, I see.”

“Yeah,” the fashion designer sighed before shrugging, “But there’s always next year.”

The two sat in comfortable silence for a while as Marinette worked on her homework. With a slight shiver, the blue-haired beauty snuggled further into her warm covers in an attempt to warm up. Her thoughts ended up back on the track of Adrien as she doodled his face on her homework. Groaning at her lack of awareness, Marinette quickly erased the drawing and didn’t notice when her kwami’s face lit up with an idea. “I’ve got it, Marinette,” Tikki shouted excitedly, “You may not be able to give Adrien your Valentine’s Day Card, but I know someone who can!”

“Who?” she frowned.

“Ladybug,” Tikki enunciated pointedly.

“What?!” Marinette screeched, “Surely you must be joking?! I’d have to talk to Adrien and then I’d end up stuttering or trip on my face or-”

She was cut off by the tiny bug glaring at her, “You’re a superhero, Marinette. You just have to wait for Adrien to leave his room, slip inside and leave the card with no one the wiser.”

“I-I um... are you sure? I figured you wouldn’t want me to use my powers for such a silly thing like this,” her index fingers tapped together nervously.

“You worked so hard on that card today, Marinette. I don’t want to see all that hard work go to waste. Besides, you do so much for Paris, I think you’re allowed to do some silly things,” Tikki winked.

Marinette gulped before a determined expression twinkled in her eyes, “You’re right! I’ll leave the note tonight and tomorrow I’ll ask him if he got my card!”

“That’s the spirit, Marinette!” Tikki cheered with her.

Marinette was infused with a rush of power as she became Ladybug with a joyful shout. The superheroine then quickly began racing her way over to Adrien’s mansion, her mind filled with thoughts of what would happen tomorrow. Finally arriving, Ladybug suspiciously scanned the inside of his window for any sign of the model. Thankfully, he wasn’t there, and she slipped in silently. Ladybug then began her slow tip-toe over towards his desk. She froze in her tracks, however, when the door to the bathroom began creaking open. Her eyes darted around the room and she fervently wished for a Lucky Charm to get herself out of this situation. If Ladybug hadn’t already been frozen from the sound of soft footsteps padding towards her, she would have frozen by the sight that greeted her. Adrien had obviously just come from a shower as he walked out of the room shirtless, with only a towel wrapped around his waist. He was using another smaller towel to dry his messy blonde locks before he froze at the sight of her.

“Ladybug?” his head tilted to the side in confusion.

It was a few minutes later before the superheroine managed to snap her jaw closed from her open-mouthed gape. It was another few after that before she managed to sputter out, “Adrien, what are you doing here?”

“Uh, I live here,” Adrien blinked innocently at her.

“Oh, right, right,” Ladybug merely nodded dumbly.

“What are you doing here?” a small smile was beginning to form on the boy’s perfect features.

What are you doing here? Her mind began to think frantically as she avoided her gaze from the beautiful boy. The card, a voice that sounded suspiciously like Tikki snapped her back into action. “I... uh... you, I mean, card.”

“W-what?” Adrien frowned at her.

Instead of stuttering again, Ladybug thrust the pink card out in front of her, her face mirroring the color of the gift. Adrien’s eyes widened in shock before their gazes connected. His emerald green eyes staring directly into her embarrassed bluebell ones.

“Hold on!” Adrien also snapped himself back into action, “Let me get dressed really quickly and I’ll be right back!”

Fiddling with one of her pigtails she watched him dart over to one of his cupboards before racing back into his bathroom. When the door firmly shut behind him Ladybug buried her face within her hands, “Idiot! What were you thinking!? ‘Oh Adrien, what are you doing here?’ ‘Well, you know, I just come here every now and again seeing as how I live here.’ He must think you’re a crazy stalker!” With a frustrated groan, she flung herself onto his couch. Casting a longing glance over to the still open window she thought about taking off and avoiding the entire awkward conversation. Her mind made up, Ladybug stood up and decided she would just have to avoid Adrien for the rest of her life. With a quick nod, she began walking towards her escape before a voice stopped her in her tracks.

“Ladybug? Where are you going?” She whipped around and stared at Adrien who looked like a kicked puppy.

Mourning the loss of his shirtless body, Ladybug chuckled nervously, “I, um, was just going to close this window. Don’t want to let all the cold air in,” the heroine firmly shut the opening, glaring as she made her retreat from her only escape.

“Oh, good. I kinda thought you were maybe leaving,” he glanced up from underneath his lashes, rubbing his neck nervously.

“Oh no, not at all!”

“So um... what’s this about a card?” Adrien plopped onto the couch and patted the space next to him.

“I made you a card for Valentine’s Day,” Ladybug winced subtly as she sat down besides him.

“Really?” his eyes brightened.

“Yeah,” she smiled as she looked at his happy expression, “You weren’t here so I was just going to leave it on your desk before heading back home...”

“Well I’m glad I came out in time!” Adrien scrambled onto his feet, slipping slightly, “I also made you a card!” he rushed over to his desk before furiously rummaging through its contents. He rushed back to her, wielding a pink card in his hand. Ladybug stared in shock at Adrien who was blushing a light pink as he handed it to her. “I didn’t think I’d be able to give it to you of course,” he began rambling as he scratched the back of his neck nervously, “But I figured on the off-chance I saw you today, I may as well make you one.”

“Thank you,” Ladybug squeaked out happily and clutched the card to her chest.

“C-can I have my card now?” Adrien stuttered slightly.

“Oh, right,” the superheroine chuckled, “Here you go.”

The model smiled at her adoringly as he took the card graciously and murmured his own thank you. He ran a hand through his still wet hair and Ladybug tracked the movement dreamily. She didn’t realize he was reading the card until after she was pulled into a warm hug. The heroine’s eyes fluttered closed as she breathed in the scent of his fresh shampoo subtly. “That was beautiful,” Adrien murmured into her ear, “Thank you again.”

“Mhm,” her head bobbed continuously before he pulled back and stared at her eagerly.

“Well?” he questioned.

“Well what?” Ladybug asked in confusion.

“Aren’t you going to read my letter?”

“Oh, right,” her cheeks flushed before she glanced down at the card in her hands. Her blush deepened as the poem read almost verbatim to the one she had found last year. Could that mean... She glanced up at the model in shock.

“Did you like it?” his boyish features stared at her hopefully.

“Did I like it?” Ladybug’s hand covered his own, “Adrien, I loved it. This was beautiful.” Feeling bold from his words, she wrapped him up in a warm hug, “Thank you so much.”

“Y-you’re welcome,” Adrien stuttered happily.

She pulled back slightly to place a delicate kiss on his cheek. When she pulled away, Ladybug blinked up at the boy, “I’m so glad I got to keep your card but I kind of need to go now. I only intended to be here for a few minutes to drop the card off,” she chuckled nervously.

“But it was worth it?” Adrien’s hand grasped onto her own as she began walking towards the window.

“Definitely worth it,” the heroine reassured him. I’m going to be up all night reading this letter again and again. Unbeknownst to her, her plans were the same as the boy’s standing before her.

“Goodbye, Adrien,” she said softly before taking off into the cold night.

“Bye, bugaboo,” he whispered after her retreating form.

Marinette squealed to herself when she landed in her bed. She clutched the letter to her chest as she read Adrien’s lines over and over again. “Thank you for convincing me to do that, Tikki,” she breathed out happily.

“You’re welcome, Marinette,” the kwami beamed, “Which was better though? Seeing Adrien shirtless or knowing he wrote you a letter?”

“Tikki!” Marinette squawked, throwing a pillow after the retreating bug.

“Only teasing, Marinette!” she called up from the girl’s desk.

Rolling her eyes at the kwami, she turned back to her letter and began reading it happily once again.

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