This is everything I’ve written this year in the Haikyuu!! fandom! I can’t believe how wonderful a ride this has been, I have met so many wonderful people and have somehow managed to write 419,270 words over a course of 42 works! Over 50% rarepairs!Thank you so much to everyone who reads, comments, leaves kudos or just enjoys my fics; you’re keeping me writing! Comparing my old stuff to more recent work makes me so proud as I feel like I can really see growth. Here is my Haikyuu!! fanfiction masterpost!
Honestly all of you guys who reblog and like my posts make my day! I think I’ve fallen inlove with creating Eric in a different mindset then just being a straight up asshole. I feel like he would be the kind of person to be a hardass to everyone and sometimes to the reader, but in private he would be the type to drop the asshole persona.
She was tired and moody, this morning mother nature had decided to pay her a visit and a damn initiate decided to challenge her once again. It seemed that the initiates this year were brave and cocky. For some unforeseen reason they thought she was an easier target. Yet, time and time again she had proved them wrong, but they still came back for more. She leaned against the wall tiredly, when she saw that the hallway was empty. She stood up straighter when she heard heavy footsteps, coming from behind her.
“Y/N, what the hell are you doing. We have a meeting in five and you have me walking around the whole fucking compound looking for you,” She heard Eric’s snide voice from behind her. “Hurry your ass up!”
She rolled her eyes, stifling a yawn wishing that she had decided to deny the leadership role like Four had done. “I didn’t ask you to.” She fell into step beside him, accidentally brushing his shoulder. She felt the urge to yawn again, but she didn’t want to hear Eric’s nagging voice.
“Y/N!” She stopped turning to look at the black haired male. “Where are you off- Eric..” She turned back to Eric only to see a pissed off look on his face. Being the asshole that he was Eric stood behind her, glaring down at her black haired friend. “I was just wondering if you can reschedule your tattoo appointment to tomorrow evening.”
“Shit, I totally forgot about my appointment. But yeah, tomorrow at seven?” She asked while he nodded. “Okay it’s a date, I really have to go.” She rushed out feeling Eric’s angry gaze on the back of her head. She didn’t notice her friend’s surprised face, because she turned back to Eric grasping his meaty arm pulling him towards the meeting room.
Y/N yawned again while Eric gazed at her. She was one of the few people that he tolerated, and he didn’t want to admit to himself that it bothered him when she said it’s a date. Sure, she was attractive, even more so since she always stood up and never took his shit seriously. But he had never realized how much he was attracted to her.
“How is the training with the initiates going,” Eric brought his attention back to Max while he eyed both her and himself.
“They are courageous, yet cocky. They seem to think that they are better than Four, even as we knock them down time and time again. It’s taking sometime to break them, but it’s not impossible and we are only a week behind schedule,” She spoke clenching her fists tightly.
“I have no doubt that you and Four will break them. How are the strategist coming into play,” Max wrote something in his tablet.
Eric watched her E/C eyes light up, while he listened to her absentmindedly. He watched the way her hands moved excitedly as she described her strategies. He wanted to reach forward and brush away the few strands of her H/C hair that fell from her loose bun.
“Eric?” He blinked a few times, before turning to look at Max. “What’s your input?”
He knew he fucked up, he hadn’t heard a word she said, because he was too busy paying attention to her and not what she was saying. “She’s good with strategy. I don’t anything wrong with it.”
Her eyes shot over to him in surprise, before nodding stiffly in thanks. “Alright. Everyone’s dismissed.”
Eric waited for everyone to clear out before he pulled her aside. “Tell me your strategy again. I wasn’t paying attention.”
She pulled her arm away from him. “So basically you were just spouting bullshit about me being good with strategy. Figures. You know what Eric, I’m not really into explaining it again so you can ask me again tomorrow. Goodnight.” She turned away from him, before flipping him off over her shoulder. He watched her go, noticing the sway of her hip. Eric clenched his fists when he felt the urge to run his hands over her ass.
“I swear Four, if they keep testing me I’m going to put them in the infirmary,” Eric listened in on Y/N and Four’s conversation. “Cara asked me to chill out this year with the initiates, you know how she is.”
“Actually I don’t because I’m not the one that used to put initiates in the infirmary,” Four gave her a small grin, before turning his attention back to the initiates. “Maybe that’s what this bunch needs, even when you keep kicking their asses they don’t seem like they’ll respect you, regardless if your a leader.”
Eric moved closer to the pair, brushing against Y/N. He smirked when he saw her shiver slightly. “What do you think?” She looked up at him, it was one of the things he learned to like about her. She always asked him, no matter if she was pissed off at him or he was pissed off at her.
“It would be interesting. Pick the one who always gives you shit,” He shrugged. “Initiates get your asses around the mat.” He gestured for her to take control.
She grinned up at him, before looking at each of the initiates. She stopped at a blond haired kid, who was smirking at her. “Blake.. Since you won the last three against your competitors you will choose who you want to fight next.” Blake grinned at her, before his eyes skimmed lazily over her form.
“You. I wanna fight you.” Eric’s eyes widened slightly at the balls on this kid. Y/N at first glance looked weak, but Eric and Four learned the hard way that she was anything but weak. She had the ability to see every weakness and use it against her opponent. What she lacked in strength she made up for it with her agility and stamina.
She smiled sweetly at the kid, “Alright.” Eric coughed out a laugh. The kid had fallen right into her plan. She took off her boots, going to stand in the middle observing her opponent. “Coulter! Mind telling the rules.”
“First one to get knocked out loses or we can go with first blood,” Eric leaned against the mat, eyeing her. “Up to you..”
“I love first blood, but I think I’ll go with the first option. Four you’re on standby” She smiled down at him, before her body relaxed. “At your call Coulter.”
He felt a surge of pride flow through him, “Fight!”
Eric watched as she lazily eyed the kid. Blake rushed at her, at which she turned slamming her foot into his face. Eric grinned seeing the blood gushing out of his nose. “C’mon, you wanted a fight. You got me all excited.” She taunted him, only to grin when she saw him charging at her. She ducked under him, propelling herself up onto his back jabbing her hand into his neck. “You give?”
“No,” Blake choked out, trying to get her off of his back. She rolled her eyes, using her body weight bringing them down, before she tossed him across the mat. “I want a fight!”
Blake got up wiping the blood from his face. Y/N smirked, “You want a fight. I’ll bring a war.” She charged at him, kicking his legs out from underneath him, before she grasped both of his arms. “You challenge me and my authority daily. I’ve been trying to mellow out but you fuckers keep pushing me towards the edge.” Blake whimpered below her, when she pulled his arms tighter. “So, the next one to disobey me and challenge me again will end up with two dislocated shoulders.” Y/N grasped Blake right arm dislocating his shoulder. She cut off Blake’s scream with a single punch to his face. Eric grinned at her when she turned glaring down at the rest of the initiates, “Do you weaklings understand that?”
Eric watched in amusement when they all nodded dumbly at her. “Great, you’re all dismissed.” They moved around her, eyeing her wearily. “Eric mind handing me my boots?” He grasped her boots scooting while she scooted towards the edge. She grinned at Four while he rested his hand on her shoulder. “You taking him to the infirmary?” The stiff nodded, hauling the kid up.
“You did good Y/N,” Eric set his hand on her thigh. “It’s hot watching you kick people’s asses.” He ran his hand down to her leg. “Do you want to get a drink with me?”
Y/N raised an eyebrow at him, “What are you playing at?”
Eric sighed leaning against the mat, he wasn’t good at this. Usually he would ask and the girls would agree without hesitation. “You’ve been on my mind and I decided to act on it. So is it a yes or no?”
She shrugged pulling on her boots. “Sure, but I have my tattoo appointment in fifteen unless you want to come with me then we can get a drink?”
“Thanks Derek,” Eric watched her smile at the dark haired male. The guy eyed Eric back, before smiling down at Y/N. “I’ll talk to you later.” She glanced up at Eric, before turning to leave the small shop. “So, uhm-”
Eric put his arm around her shoulder leading her towards his compartment. “I figured we could have some privacy.” He opened the door for her while she stepped inside. “Sorry about the mess.”
“Mess right,” She joked looking around the clean room. “If this your idea of a mess, I’d hate to see when you would call something filthy.” She glanced at the few shirts that were tossed into the chair. She looked back at him, frowning slightly when she noticed how uptight he was. He moved away from the door, heading towards his small fridge, pulling out a few beers. He opened her’s before handing it to her.
Eric leaned against the counter, “I’m not used to the whole talking ordeal.” He downed the beer trying to ease the nerves that he felt.
She shrugged understanding. “You have any cards,” she asked moving to sit on the counter next to him. He nodded grabbing the pack, tossing them at her. “Alright, let’s make this interesting. I win, I get whatever I want from you and if you win then you can choose whatever you want from me. Deal?”
He grinned back, pulling up a stool. Regardless of whatever game they played he knew that she would most likely win, no matter if he used to be from Erudite. She was extremely good at strategies.
“I win,” Eric grinned at her setting his cards down. “So I get anything I want from you?”
She shuffled the cards again, “Those were the terms. Anything you want.”
He grasped the cards from her, moving to stand in between her legs. Eric put his hand on her cheek, pulling her closer so their lips almost met. “I want a massage.”
Y/N laughed, bumping her head against his. “Deal.”
He moved back while she jumped down from the counter gesturing for him to lead the way. He led her into his neat bedroom, before pulling off his shirt. “Focus on my shoulders,” Eric mumbled before laying down. He heard her laugh again, before he felt the bed dip and weight settle on his lower back.
She dug her fingers into his muscles and he had to bite his sheets to keep himself from groaning out in pleasure. Her hands were surprisingly soft with small callouses here and there, but he loved how cool they were against his skin. He turned holding her so that she was still straddling him. She tensed slightly before raising an eyebrow at him.
Y/N raised herself up slightly, reaching towards his shoulders again. He closed his eyes when her fingers massaged his tense muscles. A shiver ran through his body when she ran her hands over his pecs. He found his hands gripping her waist tightly before he flipped them so she was laying beneath him. “This is not a massage Eric,” She grinned up at him, while he grinned back.
Eric leaned down, capturing her plump lips into a searing kiss. She whimpered slightly as he bit her lip, causing her to arch into him, while he ran his hands up her legs. He pulled back smirking down at her, “Stay with me tonight.”
Y/N bit her lip, he leaned down to kiss her again. She hoped that she wouldn’t have a nightmare tonight, before she was distracted by Eric’s skillful lips.
Y/N woke up, trying to remember where the hell she was. She moved to sit up, but a beefy pale arm held her down. She froze slightly when she trailed her eyes up, seeing Eric’s face sleeping soundly beside her. She moved soundlessly trying her hardest not to wake him up, once she was out of his bed, she grabbed all of her clothes throwing them all on before dashing out of his compartment.
Y/N was late. She sprinted to her compartment showering quickly before throwing on her workout clothes. She wrapped her hair into a bun, before sprinting to the training rooms only to see Four already stretching, maybe she wasn’t that late. She jogged over to Four, sitting beside him beginning her own stretches.
“You’re late.” Four grimaced while he held a hand down to her. He stared at her neck, rolling his eyes grinning slightly. “Now I know why.”
Her fingers probed her neck slightly, remembering Eric had left a mark from last night. Deep down she was embarrassed, but she shrugged grinning cockly at Four. “So we can skip the morning run?”
“Nope, let’s go,” Four pushed her slightly before she huffed dropping the cocky grin.
She started jogging falling into step beside Four, with her legs protesting at the extra exercise. “Four I’m going to kill you,” She huffed pushing past her jelly filled legs. She stopped leaning against the column, “Give me a second.”
Four smirked while she flipped him off. “C’mon, we can skip today. It seems you’ve already gotten way more exercise than usual.”
Y/N was sharpening the knives when the door banged open and a pissed off Eric stormed it. She went back to sharpening the knives, before the angry man leaned on the table beside her, she could feel the anger vibrating off of him in waves.
“Spit it out, get it over with,” She murmured not satisfied with the sharpness of the tool. He grabbed the knife from her hands flinging it at the wood, glaring down at her. “Impressive shot, but a little to the left and-”
“You left. Why,” Eric growled out through clenched teeth, staring (more like glaring) down at her.
“I had to get my morning workout in. Then I had to prepare for the initiates. I didn’t have the luxury to sleep in,” Y/N shrugged, grabbing another knife to sharpen.
“You’re a leader… you can choose. You’re a coward Y/N, you left because you were scared.” Eric hissed moving away from her, clenching his fists.
She rolled her eyes. “Totally, I’m a coward for doing my job. I’m not scared, if I was then I wouldn’t have went to your compartment.” She grasped his arm, pulling him towards her. “If I was a coward, I would’ve covered up your marks you dumbass.”
Eric grasped her chin, looking at her neck. He brushed his fingers against the marks, grinning slightly. He grabbed the knife she held throwing it back to the wood. “You’re right, I just wanted to see your reaction.”
“Asshole. So, what are we? Fuck friends,” Y/N smirked pulling her face away from his hands.
“If that’s what you want,” Eric rested his hands on her hips, before he trailed his fingers down her legs, wrapping her legs around him so she was pressed against him.
“I wouldn’t mind,” Y/N shrugged wrapping her arms around his shoulders. “So is where we also see other peo-”
He growled slightly, squeezing her thighs and burying his face into her neck. “I don’t share.”
“Neither do I,” She laughed when he brushed his lips against her sweet spot.
*Four months later*
“Stay,” Eric wrapped his arms around her, he had been asking her for months now yet she always refused. “Y/N c’mon let’s just sleep.”
“Eric, c’mon let go.” She weakly fought against him.
“Why don’t you want to stay? Fuck Y/N,” Eric let her go, sitting up watching her pull her clothes on. She sighed sitting back on the bed, while he moved closer kissing her shoulder. “What are you so nervous about? Are you embarrassed?” He moved back, while everything started to fall into place.
“Why the hell would I be embarrassed? Who gives a fuck what other people think?” She hissed laying back down on the bed.
“Then what the fuck is up with you.” Eric scowled at the ceiling.
She put her arm over her eyes, biting her lip. “I have nightmares Eric. I didn’t want you to see my weakness. That’s why I’ve been avoiding staying over.”
Eric moved so that he was laying on his side looking at her. He grasped her waist pulling her into him. He held her tightly, breathing in her scent. The possessive side of him, grinned at the fact that she smelled of him. “You don’t have to be ashamed of things that aren’t in your control.” She sighed softly, burrowing closer to him.
One thing he loved more than anything was moments like these, where it was just him and her. In his room he was able to be somewhat vulnerable around her, but they still kept their professionalism. Eric wouldn’t admit it to anyone else, but she was one of his fears. He often feared that she would find someone better, nicer and more open than he was. To others it may have been a pansy weakness but to him it was something he never wanted to come true. She had managed to worm her way into his heart and he wasn’t going to lose her. Eric kissed her hair, holding her tightly.
“What are we Eric,” He heard her mumble out while she intertwined her legs with his. “This feels like so much more than fuck friends.”
“I’m all yours if you’re all mine,” Eric smirked running his fingers along her exposed flesh. She looked up at him, grinning slightly before moving so that she was straddling him.
You were enjoying this moment—watching David get the punishment he deserved. For a moment, you had thought that Negan condoned David’s behavior, but you were wrong. Negan had now killed one of his men, one of the Saviors, for you.
David’s lifeless body still laid in the furnace. Negan approaches you as you continued to grin. He takes your face in his hands and smiles down at you, before placing a soft kiss to your lips. He rests his forehead against yours, and closes his eyes, savoring this moment.
Negan let out a light sigh, and then whispered, “Say yes.”
OOTD from yesterday! We went to the city to see an awesome play called Battlefield, a four-actor adaptation of part of the Mahabharata, and then wandered around in Britex. I didn’t buy anything because I made a vow not to buy fabric I don’t already have a project set up for, but it was a close call.
The dress is from Hot Topic (would you believe? It’s technically merch for the Burton Alice movie, but the pattern isn’t too specifically his versions of the characters so I love it anyway) and everything else is second-hand or a gift.
It’s not like Kent could get out of playing against Jack. If he could, he might’ve considered it. But there Jack goes making that fucking goal, tying the score with minutes left in the third period. Maybe if Kent wasn’t so single-minded when it came to hockey, he could deal with going into overtime. But something about Zimms giving him a run for his money is unacceptable. He pushes for another goal, it works. Unfortunately, that means accidentally running into Snowy and the net after the fact.
It’s funny how the Aces have a rep for being cheaters when the only time shit like this happens is on accident. Not that anyone would believe him. Kent’s caught under a haze of players when someone lifts him like he weighs nothing. He should guess it’s Alexei, but hearing him curse at Kent confirms it.
“You liking hit that so much?” Tater shouts. “I can hit too!”
Tater’s giving him the stink eye and honestly, it takes all of Kent’s energy to look guilty and not turned on. The goal stands, and he knows he’s gonna have some shit to answer for later. But right now, he can’t get over how good it feels to win. He’s earned this; he doesn’t have to answer to live up to Jack’s shadow anymore.
Of course, the post-game interview is going to have at least one question about that goal and three to ten about Jack.
“We played our best out there,” he tells the journalists. “This time it was enough, but obviously, we’ll prepare for the next one just as well.”
He showers, gets an Uber, and leaves without much ado. He thinks about whether he’s petty enough to say good game to Jack. Kent doesn’t know when he became so angry with him. It needs to stop—he knows that much. However, that’s an issue for another day.
There’s a brownstone townhouse a few blocks from the arena. Kent could’ve walked here, but he figures he needs to work on an apology dinner while he still has time. He pulls his key ring out of his back pocket, bracing himself. He slips in the front door, flicking on the entrance light just before getting tackled by fifty pounds of fluff.
“Vera, stop,” he laughs wincing as the black and white Siberian husky licks all over his face. He’s able to sit up after a minute of wet kisses, “yea I missed you too, baby.” He ruffles her fur, kissing her cold nose. “C’mon, you can help me grovel to Papa.”
Hi! I’m sorry to say there is no smut in this part but lots of fluffy bonding, I hope you like it! I don’t really plan on doing a part 3 but if I think of one I’ll definitely do write it! Please let me know how you all feel about it!
“We have a guest,” Kyungsoo groans,
but he doesn’t move away from where we are tangled together on the large couch
in his living room. I hum snuggling deeper into his side, not to happy about
the idea of him getting up either. I’m completely exhausted from the hours of,
um, activities with Kyungsoo. There is a knock on the door, we both glance at
it. “Go away,” He snarls without hesitation.
“Hyung,” A familiar voice whines. I
sniff the air and recognize the scent of the pale man I had seen the night
before. “You owe me something for leading you to your mate.”
“You are lucky you aren’t dead.”
“Does it help if I say it’s work
Kyungsoo scoffs, “You don’t work.”
“I’m coming in!” The younger
announces, stupidly ignoring the horrifiying growl coming from his hyung. The
door opens revealing the hot blonde I was expecting but in a neat suit compared
to the shredded outfit from before. I click my tongue, he cleans up nice.
“Do you have a death wish?”
Kyungsoo snarls, shifting slightly so I’m pressed up against the back of the
couch, hidden from his brother.
The younger coughs awkwardly,
“Sorry, I didn’t know you guys were naked.”
“What the hell do you want?”
“I just wanted to check in, the
others were curious and you weren’t answering your phone…”
“Don’t you think there was a reason
I was ignoring you?”
The younger huffs, “You never have
very good reasons.”
“I have very important things to be
I chuckle, shoving Kyungsoo off me
a bit to pop my head over the edge to smile at the blushing man, “Hello again.”
He jumps back a bit, “Um…Hello.”
“I’m the very important thing
incase you were wondering,” I muse with a glance over my shoulder at a frowning
Kyungsoo. “Why are you pouting?”
“I want him gone.”
“He’s your younger brother, stop
being so hostile Kyungsoo. We can’t just block out the whole world.”
“He tried,” The brother muses.
“Called into work, took all week off, turned off his phone, put extra security
around the building, he really tried.”
“Yet here you are,” Kyungsoo snarls
once again. “I figured you would have gotten the hint that I want some alone
time with my mate.”
“Is he always like this?” I ask his
He nods, “Yea but this is a bit
more extreme than usual and you can assume why.”
“An unmated alpha in the room with
a naked omega, I can understand.”
“That reminds me, the others want
to meet her,” He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly.
“Not a chance in hell,” Kyungsoo
“Who are the others?” I whine at
Kyungsoo, “Why can’t meet them?”
His eyes shift to me and
automatically soften, “Because Kitten, I don’t want those dirty wolves anywhere
near you. At least not for awhile, I want to keep you all to myself for as long
as I can.”
“You can’t just keep me locked in
He chuckles, “Says who?”
“Kyungsoo,” I warn.
“Okay, Kitten I’m just kidding. At
least, sort of… That reminds me we need to talk about a few things. You,” He
looks back to his brother, “You need to leave.”
His brother his whole time has been
watching our interaction with wide eyes, “She called you by your name… no oppa
or ssi… no formal speaking at all… how old is she?”
“I’m 23!” I answer happily.
His jaw drops, pointing a finger at
me and stomping his feet, he looks like an upset child, “And you don’t speak
formally to me either!”
I look to Kyungsoo confused,
“What’s the big deal? He can’t be that much older than me, can he?”
My mate chuckles, “He is almost 900
“What?!” I yell, nearly jumping to
my feet if not for his arm around my waist. “Than how old are you?”
“Use that brain of yours, you are a
smart little kitten. You know a lot about our politics and rules, how old could
My jaw drops, “To be a council
member you have to at least be… 800 years old…”
“My smart kitten,” He muses,
rubbing our noses together before nosing along my jaw to my neck.
“This is making me sick,” The
brother pretends to throw up.
Kyungsoo glares at him, “Than go.
I’ll consider taking her to the pack house later this week but for now, I’m
keeping her here.”
“Fine. But if Chanyeol hyung pops
up and mobs the girl in excitement, I warned you.” He turns back and grips the
door handle, “One last thing, they need your signature on a few things before
today is over.”
Kyungsoo groans, “Why didn’t you
just bring them with you?”
The next roar has the younger
scrambling out the door, I chuckle as he goes. My mate groans once again, shifting
himself closer to me and burying his face into my neck. My fingers tangle
through his hair, “So what are these things we need to talk about?”
“How about we talk over breakfast?
I can’t have you starving on my watch,” He kisses me softly before standing up,
leaving the blanket with me, confident in his naked existence. I watch him
disappear down a hallway and emerge a few minutes later wearing a pair of black
boxers with a shirt in his hand. “Arms up,” He commands softly, even though he
didn’t use his alpha voice I quickly obey and throw my hands above my head so
he can slide the shirt on for me. It’s obviously his, I crawl over the back of
the couch to follow him into the kitchen, noticing how the hem of the shirt
reached my mid thigh. His wolf notices to and purrs in approval.
“What’s for breakfast?” I plop down
in one the tall chairs at the breakfast bar.
“Nothing too fancy, eggs, toast and
fruit sound okay?” He pulls out a fry pan and some eggs from the fridge.
I nod, “Better than what I usually
eat. Do you need any help with anything?”
He hums eyeing up the knife block
on the back counter, “How good are you with knives?”
“I have worked in a kitchen before,
I know my way around them, what do you need me to cut?”
“There is a watermelon in the
fridge, if you want to grab the cutting board from under the middle cabinet,
I’ll grab the melon.”
I jump up from my seat and find the
cutting board in seconds, taking note of all of his fancy pans and appliances.
“You cook a lot don’t you?” I question once I have my station set up, a large
knife in my hand. He sets the decent sized melon in front of me before quickly
rushing back to the stove where the eggs are cooking.
“I find it relaxing.”
I hum as I quickly chop the melon
into triangles. It doesn’t take him long to finish the eggs and grab a few
slices of bread. It all feels weird, so domestic, like we’ve done this a
million times before. My heart flutters in my chest, something he quickly
notices, he stops and looks at me with concern in his eyes.
“Are you okay?”
I smile up at him, throwing my arms
around his neck and kissing those beautiful lips softly, “I’m completely over
He fights with himself to pull away
from the kiss, “Eat first. I know were tigers are strong but you need to eat.”
He pulls me back to where I was sitting before, placing a plate with two fried
eggs, a slice of bread, and a couple slices of watermelon, he stares at me
“You eat too.” It only takes him a
moment to make his own plate and take the spot next to me. We eat for a few
minutes in silence, just enjoying the others company when I remember, “So what
are these things we need to talk about?”
“Well firstly I would like to
apologize for being such an ass last night. As an older man I should have been
in control of my wolf and should have stopped myself from basically kidnapping
you last night.”
I shrug, “I went willingly. There
is no need to apologize. No matter how old you are, you got excited when you
saw me, I get it. My friend’s mate was no different when they met.”
He nods, obviously thankful for my
understanding, “So I wanted to ask you a few questions that I should have asked
last night. Like what is your surname?”
I chuckle realizing we really
haven’t done a proper introduction, I turn to him with my hand out, “Kim, Kin
Eunbi, and you are?”
“Do Kyungsoo,” He shakes my hand
with a small smile.
“Well Kyungsoo, as an old man what
do you do? Seems like it will be important.”
He nods, “I am the head of the Do
group. CEO Do industries.”
I click my tongue, “Wow, my mate is
pretty damn impressive.”
“And you are a dancer?”
“Lets not talk about me now, my
life just looks sad compared to yours.”
“I have had a long time to get my
life together, you are still just a little kitten. You have plenty of time to
“Thanks for inspirational words.
“Of course, I hope you don’t mind
my asking but about your ears…” He stares at them for a moment, I forgot that
my wig had fallen off last night. My hands automatically go up to caress the
soft fur. He watches me, his hand twitches in his lap making me chuckle.
“You can touch them,” I lean my
head towards him. He is hesitant at first but once I lean closer he lets one
hand graze them slightly. A purr begins to go off in my chest as his fingers
gently caress one of my ears. “When I was little something happened to one of
my human ears and I got scared and was only able to partially transform at the
time, hence cat ears. I have tried getting them back to normal but I can’t so I
just wear wigs to get people to stop staring,” I shrug.
He hums, staring at them with some
kind of adoration in his eyes.
“Any other questions?”
“I was wondering about how you
wanted to do things after today,” He looks down at his food, suddenly bashful.
“What do you mean?” I frown, thrown
by the question. He made if very clear last night and this morning that there
is no if, ands, or buts, about it, we are mates. Did he not want me as a mate?
Did he want me to leave or something?
“What I said earlier, about keeping
you here all week, I don’t want that-”
My heart stops. I can’t my mouth to
open, I just stare at him, is he rejecting me?
He gives me a side glance when my
breath hitches, “Please don’t be mad, it’s just how wolves are. We are
possessive creatures when it comes to our mates. If you don’t want to move in
“Wait a minute, move in? I thought
you were going to kick me out!” I snarl, ready to murder him for giving me a
“No, no, no, of course not!”
“Well you just said you don’t want
to keep my here all week.”
“I want to keep you here forever!”
“Oh.” Now I feel like an idiot.
“I just don’t know how to say it
without sounding like some crazy obsessive beast.”
“How about saying, ‘hey, we are
mates, how about you move in since we are destined to be together forever
He pouts, “I didn’t know how well
over that would go.”
“Well better than sounding like you
were trying to get rid of me.”
He turns to me, “I would never try
to get rid of you Kitten, understand? We are mates, you are going to be lucky
to get away from me at all, okay?”
“Good,” He kisses the top of my
head. “So is that a yes?”
“I need to talk to my roommate first.
I’m 100% sure her boyfriend would take over my half of the rent but I also want
to let her know that I didn’t die.”
“We don’t have to go today,” He
“Soo,” I warn when his hand slides
up my thigh, “If we don’t her and her boyfriend are going to go to all alpha
and murder someone trying to find me.”
He sighs, “Fine.”
“Now the only probably is I need
some clothes since mine aren’t even whole enough to be consider clothes
anymore, not that they were much before.”
“Just wear mine.”
He goes back into his room while I
finish my breakfast, I’m not surprised that his plate is already empty,
freaking wolves. He returns five minutes later in another nice suit with a pair
of sweatpants in his hand.
I groan at the sight of him, “Why
do you get to look so hot while I look like a bum?”
“I have to stop at my office on our
way back so the suit is required. Plus I love the idea of you wearing my
clothes everywhere,” He hums coming to stand in front of me. His hands rest on
the breakfast bar, locking me in place, “Tells everyone who you belong to.”
I have to bite my lip to keep
myself from whimpering. I push him away with all of my strength, only getting
him a foot or two away, “We don’t have tome to go another round right now.”
He straightens his suit and clears
his throat awkwardly, a pink hue gracing his cheeks, “You are very right. We
should get going.” He hands me the pants, allowing me to pull them on myself.
His eyes scan the doorway and down the hall, “Where are your shoes?”
I scoff, “I didn’t have any. I was
being dragged along barefoot.”
Without a word he scoops me up
bridal style and carries me out of the apartment. We take same path as last
night, down the hallway, down the elevator and into the, I’m assuming, private
garage. He gently places me in the passenger’s side seat before closing the
door and going to his own door, grumbling something under his breath.
“What was that sir?” I raise a brow
at him as he begins driving.
“I’m damning myself to the lowest part
of hell for being too angry to even realize that you didn’t have shoes on last
night. I pulled you across that dirty club floor and parking lot, there could
have been anything on that floor! Glass, needles, vomit, anything!”
I laugh, “You worry way too much.”
I place a hand on his thigh, “Kyungsoo I’m fine. I can handle walking barefoot,
it’s actually what I prefer, you know basically being a cat and all. Now lets
for get about it and turn here!” I frantically point to the left, realizing he
has no idea where I live. I feel like we’ve known each other forever, not that
we just met last night. He turns and listens quietly as I babble on, giving him
directions as needed. You can tell the moment we switch to the slum of Seoul. I
sense his anxiety rising, noting his hands tight grip on the wheel but choose
to ignore it. I know I live in a dangerous area for a small girl but it’s all
my friend and I could afford so I didn’t have much of an option. When we pull
up to my building Kyungsoo is fuming.
“You live here?” His distaste and
concern is written all over his face.
I sigh, “Yes, I know it’s shitty
but it’s all I can afford, now do you want to stay in the car or-“
“You don’t think I’m letting you go
in there alone do you?”
“Of course not,” I roll my eyes,
“It’s not like I haven’t been doing it for the last three years.” He climbs out
faster than me and once again picks me up like a princess. He carries me up the
three flights of stairs and down the dirty hall littered with trash, his nose
scrunched up in disgust. It only gets worse when we reach my door and I stretch
my hand out to knock only to get pulled away right away after. Kyungsoo snarls,
his teeth bared, eyes fixed on the door, his arms around me tighten. “Whoa
there boy what’s with the teeth?”
His eyes glow red, “There is
another alpha inside. The whole place reeks of him.”
“It’s-” The door rips open
revealing another snarling alpha, this one a bit more familiar. “Yongguk oppa!”
The other alpha’s eyes scan the situation in front of him for a moment before yet another alpha appears, this
one smaller, “Hyorin!”
“Eunbi!” My friend yells happily,
reaching for me only to be pulled away by her mate. “Ya!”
“Who the hell are you?” Yongguk
“I was about to ask you the same
thing. Heel mutt,” Kyungsoo seethes back, his eyes glowing more intense. Two
alphas seem to enter a trance automatically going down on one knee and tilt
their heads to the side, bearing their necks.
“What in the world is going on?” I
demand, slapping Kyungsoo’s chest lightly.
“It’s a trick you pick up as an
older alpha, you can make younger or weaker wolves submit without fighting.”
“Well stop. This is my roommate,
and best friend, Hyorin, and her mate Yongguk. They are both very nice people.”
He growls again, “His scent is all
over this place.”
“Yea, it’s how we keep other alphas
away, Yongguk is pretty strong, at least I thought he was, he has helped me out
a lot so stop this.”
“Fine,” He grumbles, he stops
growling allowing his eyes to go back to normal ad allowing my friends to snap
out of their trance. Hyorin shakes herself out of it before glaring at Soo, she
reaches for me but once again I’m pulled away. “No touching.”
“Soo,” I whine kicking my legs,
“Let me down.”
“Bi, you going to explain who this
strange wolf carrying you is?” She questions.
“Oh yea! Oppa, Hyorin, this is my
mate Kyungsoo. We met last night at the club.”
Hyorin nods, “And also broke a
“Yea he did…”
Soo pouts, “It’s because he was
going to take you away.”
“I know, don’t worry, it’ll be
“So, mate?” Yongguk eyes the older
“Does this mean you are going to
move out?” My friend pouts.
“Yea, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize,” Her mate smiles,
“I can finally get her to move in with me and you both can get out of this
“Great, now that all of that is
settled, grab your things so we can go,” Kyungsoo finally puts me down past the
“What’s the rush?” Hyo muses,
wrapping an arm around me almost possessively. “I would like to get to know the
man who swooped up my best friend. You are an old powerful alpha from what I
can tell, who exactly are you?”
He doesn’t answer, just glowers at
“Do Kyungsoo,” I answer.
Her eyes go wide, both her and
Yongguk take two large steps away from me. “Do Kyungsoo? As in the councilmen?”
“Yes?” I look at him confused, “How
big of a deal is that for other wolves?”
“Bi! You aren’t speaking formally
to him! What the hell?” She warns, full of panic.
“It’s a big deal to other wolves
but please don’t worry about it,” He admits but shrugs it off. “Now please
gather your things. Are you going to need help?”
“No, I don’t have much. You should
come along anyway,” I hold my hand out to him, which he quickly takes. I lead
him through the small apartment into my tiny bedroom which only has room for a
twin sized bed and a dresser. I grab my only large duffle bag and begin
cleaning out my drawers.
“How long have you know them?” He
asks suddenly. I turn around to see him sitting on the edge of my bed, his eyes
fixated on me like usual.
“Um, for about six years now. I met
Hyorin in high school and she met Oppa right after we graduated.”
“You seem really close.”
I nod, “We were all we really had
at the time.”
“What about your family?”
I sigh and run my fingers through
my hair, “My dad, who is a were, hooked up with my mom and ran away right after
she found out she was pregnant with me. My mom took care of me until the whole
thing with my ears happened. She didn’t want to be know as the woman with the
freak child so she gave me up when I was about 5. After that I went to a home
for were children and I just kind of took care of myself after that.”
He is right behind me in a second,
his arms wrapping around me tightly, pulling me into a soothing hug, “I’m so
I shrug, “I’m over it now.”
He kisses my shoulder a few times
before licking the bite mark on my neck, “You will never have to deal with
things like that again.”
“I know,” I turn around in his
embrace and kiss his lovely lips softly, “Thank you.”
“Wow,” I whistle at the sight of
the massive building across the plaza. “That’s yours?”
He nods proudly, “My office is on
the top floor. Over there,” He points to another skyscraper on the left, “Is
Kim Industries. They are our partners and pack members. Than over there on the
right is Wu, our Chines pack members. Behind them is Park.”
“All of them are part of your
“Yes, the Wu’s have four sons, Park
two, Kim also four, and that leaves Do with two also.”
“So the twelve men in the council
are you and your friends?”
“Yes, now do you want to come in
with me?” He offers but looking down at my outfit I grimace and shake my head.
I changed at my place but my outfit probably doesn’t fit the requirements to go
inside, even with the boss on my arm.
“Next time I’ll wear something more
appropriate so you can show me off without me feeling like an idiot.”
He chuckles, “You look absolutely
beautiful.” His eyes scan over my pale blue jean and ratty black t-shirt down
to my black heels and looks at me with so much adoration I feel like I’m
wearing a ball gown with a full face a makeup.
“Thanks Soo but I’m just going to
wander around the plaza for a few minutes, stretch my legs and enjoy some fresh
air before we get home and lock ourselves in again,” I smirk at how his breath
hitches and his eyes flash red.
“I’ll be back as fast as possible,”
We both get out of the car, he walks with me to the center of the plaza but I
shoo him away to do his work. He is hesitant to go but after a few kisses and a
kick to the butt I get him going. The minute he is gone I feel eyes on me. I am
out of place in the business centric plaza but I ignore the looks and begin to
take a small stroll around the area. My eyes scan over the tall building that belongs
to one of his pack members, Kim, I believe, before wandering over to Wu and
even glancing back at Park. I thought they would all be the same boring inside
but each has their own style, ranging from modern to classic to edgy. I feel
tempted to wander inside but from the dirty looks I’m getting from the
receptionists through the glass I have a feeling I’m not welcomed. Staring up
at the top of Soo’s building I wonder if he’s watching me now or if he’s
focused on work. I don’t feel the tingling down my back like I usually do when
he stares so I go with the latter. So distracted by my thoughts I don’t notice
the man on his phone walking my way until we are slamming into each other.
“Sorry,” I mumble stepping away
quickly, noting it’s another wolf and don’t want his scent anywhere near me.
“Bi?” A familiar voice muses.
I look up and automatically grimace
at the sight of an old customer, “Hello Jay.”
“What are you doing here?” He grins
wide at me, completely ignoring my obvious distaste for him. We ended our
client dancer association after I found out he was mated to a pretty little
wolf, actually I ended it after she came to the club bawling. The alpha didn’t
seem phased by his mate’s tears, he makes me feel disgusted with myself for not
seeing his asshole ways earlier.
“I’m waiting for my mate,” I answer
He sniffs me, “Do I smell a wolf on
“Yes,” I grit out between my teeth
when he takes a step closer. Forcing me back a few more. “He should be back
soon so get out of here. We are no longer acquaintances.”
“I would say we were more than
“No. You were my customer until I
banned you from the club, now we are nothing. Got it? I have a mate.”
He rolls his eyes at me, “Cats
don’t have mates, you know that. It’s a wolf thing. Who is this wolf you
fucking? Is he good? I thought you wouldn’t do it with a wolf? Are you
expanding your clientele? Could I get a little taste?” He winks at me, making
me feel sick, “How much?”
I growl at him, “No. I have never
had sex for money, we both know that. Remember all the times I turned your
nasty ass down? I have a mate now so I will be finding a different job so mind
your own god damn business and get on with your life.”
“You can’t talk to me like that you
little-” He is cut off by a horrifying snarl from over my shoulder. An arm
wraps around my shoulders, it’s a tall handsome man with sharp features, his
teeth bared at the man who had been yelling at me. Jay gulps but tries to put
on a brave face, “Back off man I’m talking to the bitch.”
Another man appears, this one just
as tall with bags under his fierce eyes, “Watch your mouth mutt,” He snarls.
His hand is on the back of Jay’s neck, squeezing until Jay yelps in pain and
drops to his knees. “Apologize. Now.”
“Who the hell are you guys?” Jay
whimpers. I realize more attractive men in suits have surrounded us, each
looking absolutely pissed, eyes glowing red, fangs peeking out from their upper
lips. Even with their deadly aura I feel completely safe under this man’s arm.
Not as warm and safe as I feel with Soo but it’s similar. I notice one familiar
“Do you really need to ask?” The
man holding on to me growls.
Jay studies them for a moment, his
face pales, confirming my thoughts.
“You are the council,” We both
“Yes. Now I’ll say it one more time
before I rip your head off for attacking a council member’s mate. Apologize.”
Jay presses his forehead to the
ground, crying loudly, apologizing just as loudly. I roll my eyes, what a
bitch. I sigh and look up at the one hanging on me, “If I threaten him will you
back me up?”
He chuckles, “Happily.”
I smirk as I crouch down closer to
where Jay is bawling. Feeling brave I tap the back of his head, “Stop your
bawling and look at me.” He slowly obeys, only peeking up at me, “I will
forgive you on one condition.”
Jay nods eagerly.
“Stop being a piece of shit. IF I
hear tat you cheated on your mate one more fucking time I will murder you. She
did nothing to deserve your shit. I have known my mate for under 24 hours and
it destroys me to think about doing that to him or him doing that to me. So get
a fucking heart, okay?”
“Good, now scram.”
Jay is on his feet rushing away
faster than I ever thought possible, leaving me with the eleven men who came to
my rescue. I bow to them deeply, “Thank you.”
The tallest chuckles, “Doesn’t
really look like you needed us.”
I shrug, “It’s always good to have
“So you are our Kyungsoo’s mate,”
Another tall one hums, this one has much softer, even child like features.
“Yes, you are his pack.”
“Yes, we are.”
“You must be head alpha,” I note,
staring down the tallest.
“I’m Kris Wu,” He bows his head
slightly. “How could you tell?”
“You have this thing about you,
screams head alpha.”
“I take it you are a were cat,”
Another speaks, this one looks young but carries himself like an older man, and
by the way the others separate for him I’m going with much older.
“Tiger,” I point out, flashing my
“Those are interesting,” He muses
coming closer to get a better look at my ears. I move them slightly making him
jump back like a child. Three others come closer to stare at them as well.
“I’m Eunbi by the way,” I smile at
“Jongdae,” One with a Cheshire like
grin bows his head. I scan the other six who have yet to say a word.
“I already know you,” I smirk at
the blond man slowly creeping up.
“There you go again,” He huffs.
“You are the only one who seems to
have a problem with it.”
“What?” Baekhyun glances between us
“See Baekhyun doesn’t even notice it.”
“That’s not an excuse!”
“Sehun what are you whining about
now?” Kyungsoo finally appears. I beam at him and rush over into his open arms.
“Soo,” I playfully whine, casting a
glare at Sehun, “Sehunnie is being mean.”
“I am not!”
“He is the youngest isn’t he?” I
suddenly realize why it must be bugging him.
“How can you tell?” A pretty doe
eyed man snorts.
“Is he always this childish?”
The man nods, before narrowing his
eyes on me, not in a pissed way, more amused than anything, “Oh.”
“There you go,” I chuckle.
“What?” Baekhyun joins in on the
“Come on Baekhyun, you can figure
it out,” I stare at him for another moment before his jaw drops.
“Oh?” Sehun pouts. “She just gets
an oh? No scolding or punishment? You guys would murder me if I did that!”
The others slowly catch on, Kris is
chuckling at the realization, “How the hell did I not realize she was speaking
“How old are you?” Minseok
questions with the same amusement.
“23,” Soo and I both respond.
“She is going to fit in well here,”
“Fit in?” I look to Soo confused.
“As my mate, you are now part of
our pack,” He kisses my temple.
“So that’s why all of you came
rushing over, to help a pack member?”
Kris nods, “Since you are a mate
the protectiveness we feel will be more intense until the rest of us find
“Wow none of you have mates? Aren’t
you all really old?”
The pretty man chuckles, “You sure
Kyungsoo wraps his arms around me
tight, “Yes, you sure are. You are all mine, little kitten.”
“Enough of that mushy stuff,” A tan
man grimaces at us.
“Jongin is just mad he doesn’t have
mate do that with,” A sweet man glares at the younger.
“You are too Yixing hyung.”
“Okay guys that’s enough,” Another
calms the two, “I’m Suho, second in command, it’s nice to meet you.” The man
tries to shake my hand but Soo pulling me away makes him roll his eyes. The
other’s all come forward, greeting me with big smiles and attempts at hugs but
stop when Kyungsoo begins kicking them away. I just chuckle as they cause a
massive amount of chaos in the plaza, causing people to run away.
“As alpha of the pack,” Kris says
gaining everyone’s attention, he smirks at me, “I’m happy to welcome you to the
“I had him on the ropes!” you glared at Daredevil, your partner, as he threw a box to knock the goon you were fighting unconscious.
“He had a gun,” Matt noted. Yes, you knew what you two were doing was dangerous, but you weren’t the one nearly getting killed and having to go to Claire on a near-nightly basis. In retaliation (and a little bit of defense of your pride), you took a hard step forward and punched through the wall.
“And I have THAT!” you snarked, running at another goon and taking him to the ground with ease.
“Lucky strike,” Matt grunted. You sighed. And Luke called Jessica the hardest hero in Hell’s Kitchen to get a compliment out of. (Which, she probably was, but Matt was a whole different nut.)
[submission from @wobblyspelling . sophia notes are gonna be brief because i had so many emotions about it i’ve had to take my actual comment over to AO3 where there’s more space for them. but if you like anything i write for these three or the way i characterise them you’ll love this. it hit all of the things i feel and it’s so beautifully written and HELP IM A MESS ]
*** OP: [So, look, I’ve mulling over this for awhile, because you’ve made me love this ship. And this morning I said “fuck it” and wrote 2,000 words (because I can’t write anything short to save my life). I’ll probably post it on Ao3, at some point, but because this is your ‘verse (congratulations on dragging me into this wonderful hell) I wanted to run it by you first. (This is the first time I’ve played in someone else’s metaphorical fiction sandbox so congratulations on that, too). I hope you enjoy. Again, sorry it’s so freaking long. ]
So look, he’s better. He’s so much better it’s insane. But there are still bad days and hard days and fucking terrible ones: where he can barely bring himself to get out of bed, let alone leave his apartment. Where his hands shake and the Ian-That-Lives-In-His-Head presses in ruthless and close—phantom touch and phantom pain on his skin that has him running his fingers over his scars to make sure they’re not bleeding.
Before (and it definitely needs capitalization for how different his life is now. Before. Before.) he would weather it alone. Lock his front door and the pull the covers over his head and run equations through his mind until his lungs remembered how to work right and the tremors subsided. It could take hours, sometimes, and he would end up emerging after the sun had set, telling himself to be a fucking adult and at least eat something.
But Now (and that requires capitalization, too, okay?) there are at least two people who notice his absence and do something about it. The first time they show up at his door—a few weeks after they started calling this an actual relationship (as in he’s dating both of them, holy shit)—he expects to have to tell them to leave him alone. To flinch away from their touch and explain in stuttering, broken words that he can’t, the Ian-That-Lives-In-His-Head won’t let him. But he forgot that they’ve always kind of been an exception to the rules, and that doesn’t change.