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hihellogoodbyebruh · 4 years ago

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No Letting Go

Pairing: Angel Reyes x Black!Reader, Coco Cruz x Black!Reader (platonic)

Summary: Coco has been your best friend and rock since childhood. You’re having a problem learning to share him with the club, specifically a certain club member who happens to be your ex who you may or may not still be in love with.

Warning(s): 18+ only, smut (the sex!), foul language

Word count: 3,493

Author’s Note: This is for my fellow girls who’s love language is talking shit LOL. Also I’ve made this fic pre-season 1. EZ is in jail. This was two parts before I just decided to make it one fic. So it might be a little disjointed BUT just go with it okay? I’ve missed y’all and I hope you like this. Hopefully I’m not too rusty. Questions, comments, and concerns are always welcome. My inbox is open. Enjoy!

Your childhood wasn’t the most stable, drive by shootings and cracked out parents didn’t exactly leave room for normalcy, but there was always one constant for you and that was Coco. His mother was also an absolute train wreck. You guys kind of grew up taking care of each other. You remember Leticia being born while he was in jail and trying to talk some sense into Celia about giving the baby a better life. You remember when he got out of jail and joined the Marines. Just as you got him back, he was gone again. It was extremely hard not having him around, but it forced you to really take care of yourself. No more Coco to lean on. You only had yourself.

So after high school, you went to cosmetology school and got yourself a beauty license. You’d taken care of your hair for years and it’s important to you to teach others how to take care of theirs. Natural hair, wigs, weaves, braids, or whatever. You helped your clients with it all and showed them how to keep up with their hair. You got a job at a local shop and you were taking care of yourself. Things were good but you missed your best friend.

Then he was back. Coco was discharged from the military and you thought you’d have him all to yourself, but then he was telling you about joining the Mayans and you barely heard from him for months. Well, you weren’t just about to accept that shit.

You banged on the front door, “Coco open the fuck up! You know who it is! Open this damn door, Johnny!” You yelled, as you pounded your fist against the door.

The door whipped open and Coco stood there with an irritated look on his face. “What the fuck is wrong with you?! Don’t bang on my door like that. You know better.” The look on his face as well as the growl in his voice would have terrified anyone.

You just stared at him before breaking out into a smile. “I missed you.”

Some of the irritation left his face and he actually sighed at you. It was the closest to a pout he’d ever get. “Yeah, yeah. Get your ass inside.”

“I hear you grumbling, but this is what happens when you keep ignoring me. Imma stay on yo head boy!” You told him, walking into his living room before sucking your teeth when you saw who was there.

Angel. Reyes.

It was bad enough that Coco joined that damn club and was busy being their prospect. It’s been even worse since he’s basically become best friends with Angel, who happened to be your ex boyfriend. Well, maybe ex fuck buddy was better. He started to push for more and as someone who hated being cornered (and someone with serious reservations about his lifestyle) you broke things off with him. It was infuriating. You finally got Coco back, but he was taken away from you again and with the one person who you wanted to avoid. Feelings were still there, but you hid them by egging him on. Were you acting like a kindergartener pulling someone’s hair they had a crush on? Maybe. Using sass to hide your emotions? You’re a pro at that. Coco had no idea about y’alls past.

“Don’t you have your own place to live? Why the fuck you always over here?” You questioned, setting your purse down in one of the empty chairs.

“Hey! Don’t start Y/N.” Coco interjected, already knowing where this was going. It was equal parts exhausting and entertaining watching those two go back and forth.

“I do. I just like being over here. It’s more opportunities to run into you.” Angel replied from where he was sprawled out on the couch. He had a cap sitting backwards on his head, a gray sleeveless shirt on, jeans, and his legs spread wide.

“You giving off real scrub vibes right now.” You rolled your eyes at him before directing your attention back to Coco. “So where you been? See when you don’t return my calls you make me have to pop up on your ass. So wassup?”

“Nothing is up. You gotta chill. You know I’m prospecting with the club now. I got a job at the scrap yard and everything. I’m just busy living.”

“Mmmhmm...so you’re too busy for me now?” You asked, letting the spoiled brat come out of you a little before deciding it was safer to just change the subject. “ANYWAY, Leticia texted me.”

That caught Coco’s attention. “Why? What’s wrong? Is she okay? What the fuck did my mom do now?” He asked, worry clear in his tone.

You waved your hand to dismiss his concerns. “She’s fine. She has a school dance coming up and she wants me to do her hair. I think perhaps you should drop by and check on her, maybe have a small discussion about the birds and bees…” You implored, and he immediately began shaking his head.

“Nah. You should do it.”

“I’m not family.”

“Yes, you are. Plus you’re a woman. Y’all can talk about shit I don’t get.”

“It would still be good for her to have a male’s perspective. One to tell her how a respectable gentleman acts and better yet, shows her.” She has always pushed for Coco to spend more time with Letty. She knew it was hard from him, but she knew the girl truly loved her older brother.

“Who the fuck is Leticia?” Angel asked, clearly confused.

“His sister.” “My sister.” You and Coco answer at the same time. You both maintained eye contact as you basically glared him into submission. Your eyes conveyed the words you’d never let slip from your lips. ‘Spend some time with your fucking kid, Co’ was the thought written clearly on your face.

“Fine, I will stop by and check in.” He conceded and you smiled widely again. You loved it when you won.

“Y’all are so cute.” Angel teased, a small smirk on his face because he knew it would get under your skin.

The small smile on your face was quickly wiped away at his words. “Shut up. That’s my brother. Period.”

“I still have a chance then.” His smirk turned into a grin. He loved getting a rise out of you.

“Psh.” You scoffed, the retort leaving your lips quick and snappy. “A chance in hell.”

“Then I’ll meet you there, sweetheart.” He always loved that fire in you. He missed not having it around as much. He felt bad about keeping the relationship from Coco, but he figured he’d bide his time for now. He still wanted you. He could remember the nights spent laid up in your bed as he watched you braid your hair or helped you lotion your body. His favorite thing to do was lather you up because it always led to him knocking your walls down.

You stood up from your chair and walked to where he was seated so you could stand over him. Your hands were on your hip and you just stared at him for a moment. He was so blasé about everything. You wanted to make him stumble just once. “Eat shit, Angel.”

“Only if it’s yours.”

You wanted to laugh so bad. He had such a quick wit and y’alls banter was something you have yet to experience with anyone else. Still, you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction so you turned away from him to keep your smile in check. “You goofy as hell. I don’t have time for this shit. I have appointments. Just needed to make Coco promise me to my face.”

“All that whining about me not returning calls or having time for you and you can’t even stay and hang? You’re so fucking fake.” Coco chuckled and you laughed as well.

“Don’t hate. I do what I gotta do. Walk me out bestie.” You grinned, walking toward the exit and grabbing your purse on your way out.

“Bye mamí.” Angel yelled at you and you merely lifted your hand to give him the finger. His answering laughter warms you up and you can’t help throwing him a look over your shoulder.

Coco walked you out the front door and closed it behind him.

“If you think that ‘tough bitch’ act is putting him off you’re so wrong.”

You stare at Coco with your eyebrows raised giving him that ‘you should know better’ look before going, “Who is acting?”

“Alright, Y/N.” He just shook his head and decided to let y’all figure it out. No way was he gonna jump in the middle of that. He knew it would resolve itself eventually.

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The next time you got to see Coco things were an absolute mess. You don’t know exactly what happened but the gang got into a shootout. Coco was injured and your heart was beating against your chest so hard as you raced toward the scrap yard. This was out of your comfortable zone completely, but you needed to see that he was okay.

Even though on the inside you were freaking out, you tried your best to keep a calm outer appearance as you came face to face with the gang. You went through the basic introductions and then you found yourself crouching in front of a passed out Coco.

“He always said he didn’t really have family so we didn’t know who to contact until Angel told us about you.” The president explained, as you studied the bandages on Coco’s chest.

You tore your attention from Coco to look at Angel and saw him already looking at you. It was like he was studying you. You gave him a small smile, trying to convey your gratefulness that he contacted you. He just nodded back at you.

“Thank you all for everything you do and did for him.” You looked back at the president, Bishop, and all the other guys.

“He’s our brother.”

“He’s my brother too.” Your gaze went back to Coco, a soft look on your face that made Angel want to just wrap you up in his arms.

Luckily the bullets just grazed Co and nothing vital was hit. You could only sit still for so long before your anxiety got the better of you and you stood up, striding out of the door. You inhaled deeply once you felt the fresh air.

You would have been so heartbroken if Coco had died. Just the thought made your hands start shaking. You curled them into tight fists and closed your eyes as you focused on slowing your breathing. Your eyes only shot open when you felt someone touch your elbow.

“Hey, you okay?” Angel asked, his eyes soft as he gazed at you so you diverted your eyes.

“I’m fine.” You replied, the sigh you let out in the end betraying your words.

“You want a drink?” He offered and you perked up a little.

“So badly.” You admitted.

“Come on.”

He led you to the little trailer that was parked on one side of the scrap yard. You wanted to say something smart, but you’d been to his home and knew he didn’t stay here. Plus your heart just wasn’t in it at the moment. He grabbed two beers out of the fridge and opened them before handing you one. You immediately took a big gulp of it.

Angel went to lean back against the fridge and you saw him wince. It dawned on you that he was also in the shootout with Coco. You were so focused on your brother because they said only he was shot, but Angel looked hurt too.

“What happened to you? Don’t tell me you got shot too.” You set the beer down and invaded his personal space. You lifted up his shirt and noticed some bruising there and your head lifted back up quickly to look at him.

“I didn’t get shot. Just got the shit kicked out of me.” Angel explained, staring at you as you fussed over him.

You let out a loud sigh. “Well you need to be icing it and resting. I can’t have both of y’all fucked up at once.” You murmured, eyes dropping back to his bruises for a moment.

“Are you admitting to actually giving a shit about me now?” Angel inquired and you immediately dropped your grip on his shirt and took a step away from him.

“Don’t start this right now.” You pleaded. It was easy when you two were bantering back and forth, but his face was so serious. You knew the conversation was going to get heavy.

“Don’t start what? So you still want to pretend we don’t know each other? That we didn’t spend nights wrapped around each other for months?” He stepped closer and closer to you as he spoke. “That you didn’t become mi corazón before you took it all away? I’m tired of pretending.”

As he stood directly in front of you, you felt your heart racing. You couldn’t look him in the eyes. You knew if you looked him in the eyes you would fold. He knew as well so his hands caressed your cheeks before bringing your face back up so you would look at him.

“I know you love me and I love you. We should be together right now.” He was beyond frustrated. This game has gone on for too long. He wanted you back.

“Why? For what huh? So in five to ten years you can get yourself killed and leave me a widow? So I can have another person I love ripped away from me? So all I’m left with is bittersweet memories? Nah. Coco is laying on a couch with bullet wounds at this very moment. Fuck that.”

“I never would have taken you for a coward.”

“I’m a coward for wanting to live my life with as little pain as possible? Fuck you, Angel.” Your eyes blazed at his words.

“No you're a coward because you’re scared to face the fact that you love me and want to be with me. I can’t promise nothing bad will ever happen, shit something could happen to you and it would absolutely break me. But I’m willing to take that risk. I promise to make you more than just comfortable. You deserve to feel loved, cherished, appreciated, and fucking happy. I wanna spend the rest of my life making you happy. Don’t you want that?”

Tears filled your eyes and you closed them as some spilled over.

You weren’t ready to have that conversation with him. Not right now. You wanted to feel good. Your eyes met Angel’s briefly before you were surging up and connecting your lips to his.

His arms slid down your back to attach themselves to your ass, pulling your body against him. You felt every part of him. He wasn’t too muscular, but he was solid. It felt good to be back in his arms. The kiss got more passionate as your tongues tangled with each other. He was a fantastic kisser.

He turned you around and propped you up on the one table in the trailer. Your hands worked his kutte off and you let your fingers run under his shirt and feel his chest again. His kisses ran down your neck and you moaned as he sucked on that spot on your neck. You began unbuckling his belt ready to feel him inside you.

“Eager huh?” He teased, his lips at your ear. You pulled back to look him in the face and stopped what you were doing.

“Oh I’m sorry. Would you like to sit down and talk about our feelings more or would you prefer to feel this pussy wrapped tightly around you?” You asked cockily, one eyebrow raised.

Angel looked at you and smirked. “Continue.” Shit, who was he to turn you down? He never really could. You got his jeans undone and your hand was in his underwear and stroking his dick while kissing his shoulder before he could say anything.

“Ah, shit.” He moaned, as you stroked his dick and felt it harden under your hand. You squeezed it a little just to see if his breath still caught in his throat and you smirked against his neck when you heard the sound.

“Don’t get cocky.” He whispered, rubbing your pussy through your jean shorts. Your hips jumped a little at the contact and you felt your panties getting more wet than they were before. He kept rubbing; the friction of your jeans and panties rubbing perfectly between your pussy lips had you squeezing your thighs closed.

You leaned your head back to look at him. “You’re gonna ruin my jeans, stop it.”

It was his turn to smirk as he took a small step back, your hand falling off him. “Then let’s take them off.” He peeled your shorts and panties down, spreading your legs so far apart that your right foot slid out of your pants. Your shorts and panties dangled around your left ankle.

“Oh baby, that pussy is still as pretty as ever.” He popped two of his fingers in your mouth, slipping them a little down your throat so he could hear the always beautiful sound of you choking before he stuck those fingers inside of you.

“Fuck..” You groaned, your hand squeezing his arm.

“And you still feel like Heaven. I gotta feel you around my dick again. That’s what you want right? You want me to fuck that attitude right out of you.” He asked, though it wasn’t really a question. He was just talking. “I know what you need, mami. Always have and always will.” He let his pants fall and in a quick and smooth move he removed his fingers and replaced them with his dick inside of you.

He had both hands squeezing your thighs as he kept your legs apart. He had you open wide for him. Your nails were digging into his arm and your other hand was bracing yourself on the table. There was so much in those thrusts. It was all his feelings in one. He was conveying how mad he was, how much he missed you, and how much he loved you.

“Angel,” you moaned, head thrown back as you got lost in the feel of him. You couldn’t focus on anything, but him. He still knew exactly how to fuck you and drive you over the edge. Your stomach was in knots as you felt your orgasm building. He could feel it too and he slowed his strokes down to more shallow ones.

“Look at me.” He demanded, and you tilted your head down until you made eye contact with him. “Look at me fucking you. Look at me giving you what you need. I’ll always give you everything. All you have to do is ask. Tell me, mi dulce. Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

“I-I wanna cum Angel please.” You begged, barely able to get the words out. You knew that he knew he had you right where he wanted you.

He kissed your lips and sped back up his thrusts as the pressure built back up in your stomach. He kept kissing you, his tongue tasting every inch of your mouth as he fucked you. With a shaky hand, you reached down and rubbed your clit to push yourself over the edge.

You moaned into his mouth as he fucked you through your orgasm. As you clenched around him, the tightening of your walls around him helped to trigger his own release.

Angel tucked his head in your neck and placed kisses there and along your shoulder as you both came down from the high. “Will you let me take you to dinner, mi dulce? Por favor.” He pulled his face from your neck so he could look in your eyes.

You didn’t shy away from his eyes this time. You held his face in your hands as you gazed at each other. His words echoed over and over in your head.

“You deserve to feel loved, cherished, appreciated, and fucking happy. I wanna spend the rest of my life making you happy. Don’t you want that?”

Mind blowing sex and one beautiful love declaration does not fix everything. You still had your reservations about the relationship. You were still scared. You were still worried. You were still unsure. But when you looked into his eyes you saw nothing but his love for you and his certainty. He was so sure it was you for him. You could picture a wedding and children in your future. Maybe even growing old together. Suddenly, you knew you wanted to try.

Don’t you want that?

With all that in mind, the answer was simple:

“Yes.”

#angel reyes #angel reyes x black!reader #hhgbyebruh fics #no letting go #black!reader

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a-solitary-marshmallow · 4 years ago

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Found You

Note: Hey! Damn, it's been a while since I posted. School finals and then not having a laptop for weeks will do that to you, apparently. Anyway, this is a oneshot I had lots of fun writing! Early in my werewolf Stan AU, someone on AO3 commented that it would be pretty cool if Stan managed to escape, and... well, you'll see. Thanks to the person who gave me this idea! Hope you all enjoy :)

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Stan was beginning to think that it was time to re-evaluate his life.

How many times did a guy have to chew his way out of something before coming to that conclusion? Twice, apparently. At least this time he’d had wolf fangs to back him up; the last time he’d chewed his way out of a sticky situation he hadn’t even had that.

He’d been so desperate for so long to just do what Pa had ordered. Make millions, prove to everyone that he wasn’t just a failure, be welcomed back home. But – it was never gonna be enough, was it? He may as well stop living in a fantasy world.

Fuck getting rich and being accepted back into his family, Stan just wanted to sleep in a bed. He wondered idly if this backwater town was hiring waiters or something. Didn’t need high school credentials or a valid ID to be a waiter, right? Sure the pay was shit and there was no hope of getting rich enough to make Pa happy, but he might be able to afford a cheap motel or something.

Not that Stan looked like prime employee material right now. When he’d first stumbled into this diner the waitress had looked like she was expecting him to either rob the place or drop down dead in front of her. Now it seemed like her suspicion had given way to pity because she placed a slice of pie in front of him alongside the coffee he’d ordered.

“It’s on the house.”

Hey, he’d take what he could get.

Stan dug into his pie, groaning happily at the warmth seeping through his mouth. The pleasure of eating actual food was slightly marred by the ache in his jaw. He winced and poked at his teeth with his tongue, checking out the damage. All things considered? Not bad. It probably wouldn’t take more than a few weeks to heal the worst of the damage. Hey, werewolf perks.

Luckily Stan had only needed to break the lock of Ford’s cage to escape – if he’d tried chewing through the bars he wasn’t sure he would have any teeth left at the end of it. He wasn’t sure what he would have done if there had been heavier security. He’d managed to break himself out before shifting into human form to unlatch the shed door, limping into the woods as quickly as he could while the night still hung heavy and quiet. He’d finally found his car and gunned it until he ended up in this dump, a town a few miles away. Sitting in this booth was the first time he’d rested since getting out of there and he was beginning to realize that everything hurt.

The whole ‘nearly-beaten-to-death’ thing wasn’t new to Stan, but that didn’t make in pleasant. From the pain in his chest he was pretty sure at least one rib was broken. Peering at his reflection in a spoon revealed that he was also covered in a myriad of ugly black, brown and yellow bruises like a patchwork blanket – a patchwork blanket with a mullet. Ugh. He put the spoon back to its original purpose of scooping pie, so he didn’t have to look at his reflection anymore.

Also, he couldn’t remember hurting his neck, but he must have somehow because a spot on the back of it was tender and swollen. When Stan reached up to feel it there was a little lump. Maybe he could get some ice for that to bring the swelling down? Nah, no use when his whole face looked like a discoloured turnip.

He wolfed down (haha, wolfed) the last of his sad little meal and felt around in his pockets for spare change. He could just finish his coffee and run, but that would make a pretty bad first impression and he was still hoping to get hired. On the other hand, this coffee was expensive as shit and Stan could probably buy himself a cheap burger or something with the cash tomorrow. Would it be better to make a good impression, stick around in this town and look for work, or steal now and search for another place?

He gulped down a mouthful of scalding, bitter coffee. It was way better than lapping lukewarm water from a metal bowl. Upgrades, people. Upgrades.

The door gave a stupidly cheerful jingle that Stan resented – partly on principle, and partly because who the fuck goes to a diner at three in the morning? (Except for Stan, because he was pathetic, and of course the waitress. At least she got paid to be there.) Stan took another sip of his drink and glanced across to get a look at the other sad sack who had just come in.

He choked.

Because holy shit that was Ford standing in the doorway, staring right back at him.

Ford’s glasses were askew and his hair mussed, like a man who had recently crawled out of bed. How the hell was he there? Stan had barely left an hour ago! He coughed and thumped at his chest to encourage his stupid lungs to start breathing again.

Ford’s eyes travelled down to some machine doohickey he was holding, and then back up to Stan. A frown flashed across his features.

“…there you are.”

Stan tried to speak but it came out as a wheeze. He cleared his throat and tried again.

“Uh – Ford. Didn’t – um – didn’t think I’d run into you here.”

Ford walked over and slid into the booth across from Stan, eyes scanning him. The intense gaze made Stan shrink back into his seat and cough uncomfortably. Well, at least Ford had no reason to believe that Stan was the werewolf he was missing?

“Are you some kind of – werewolf?” Ford demanded.

…shit.

Stan schooled his expression into a grin, trying to ignore the thundering of his heart pounding against his chest. “Werewolf? Psh, Ford, you know those don’t exist.”

Ford rolled his eyes at Stan’s forced nonchalance. “Stanley, please. I tagged you with a tracker, I know it’s you.”

Well, Ford kinda had him there.

“Wait, wait wait wait – you chipped me?” Stan hissed. Ford only nodded to himself with self-satisfaction. Stan cursed and reached up to scratch at that tiny lump in his neck, wincing as his fingers prodded tender flesh. Damn. He should have noticed earlier and clawed it out.

And now Ford was watching him with that calculating stare. Stan stared back defiantly, swallowing down the growl that bubbled up in his chest. He would not be out-stared, dammit.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Ford’s question broke the frigid silence. Stan blinked.

“You – uh, what?”

Ford pressed on. “Why didn’t you tell me what you were? Who you were? Hell, this entire mess could have been avoided if you’d just-”

“Oh, so it’s my fault, is it?” Stan couldn’t bite down a hint of a growl, and he took pleasure in seeing his brother’s eyes widen at the low rumble.

“…I didn’t say that.”

“May as well have.” Calm down, he had to calm down. He couldn’t afford to lose his cool in front of people. Of course, it would have been easier to control himself if he wasn’t exhausted and aching all over and starving and shivering and afraid and so so angry. The gritting of his teeth was already becoming awkward around sharp canines and the beginnings of a large, lolling tongue. He had to get out of there now.

“-back to my house.” Ford was continuing. How long had he been speaking for? “You could be a danger to yourself and others in this state.”

“I’m fine.” Stan stood up roughly. Thank god the waitress had ducked into the kitchen for something – she wouldn’t be monitoring to make sure he paid. And as an added bonus she also wouldn’t see the inhuman gleam of his irises. He yanked his hood over his head just to be sure and stalked for the door.

“Need I remind you that you attacked a man just yesterday?” Ford followed him relentlessly. Stan shouldered through the door and his dirty boots crunched in the thin layer of snow outside. Fat flakes spiraled down around him and stung his face as he stomped to his car, Ford in fast pursuit.

Ugh, the snow muffled the sounds around him so all he could hear were the sounds of two bodies, magnified and echoing – harsh breathing and the pounding of blood in his ears, crunching of footsteps behind him and the minute scrape of fabric brushing against itself in movement. The sensation of being followed made him shiver, made every muscle in his tired body tense.

It’s just Ford. Not some rando. He won’t hurt you, calm down. Focus on the moment, Ford is talking to you.

“No.” Stan snapped out. “No, I attacked his fucking dog. He’s the one who tried to bash my skull in.”

Footsteps behind him brought to mind a similar sound. Footsteps crunching in snow as the person followed him when he tried to crawl away. He could still see the burly figure looming over him. Red, red hair and red, red blood on his own pelt-

His breaths came quick and fast, gulps of frigid air. Ford was speaking to him loudly but the words all blurred together. A hand reached for him and Stan jerked away.

“No!”

His voice rumbled with a low growl and Stan cursed to himself, claws digging into his own bicep as he tried to force the Shift away. Now was not the time to have a breakdown. He was supposed to be in control, goddammit!

But the urge to Shift sat heavy in his chest, almost an ache. Shifting made him safe, because shifting made him dangerous, and nothing can hurt you if you hurt it first and every cell in his body was screaming for him to run away-

Stan didn’t realize he’d sunk to his knees until he felt the snow soaking through his pant legs. Burning, biting cold. Pain radiated from his arm, too – his claws had slid under the skin of his arm and sent pain stinging through him. But the pain was good, it kept him grounded.

“Stanley-”

“Shut. Up.” Stan growled out. Ford shut up.

Deep breath in, deep breath out, forcing his lungs to expand and contract. Slowly the Shift settled itself, claws shrinking into dirty nails and fangs becoming blunt and fur (when had the fur appeared?) receding into skin.

Stan ran his tongue over his teeth to ensure that they were wholly human once again. The fluctuation between states hadn’t helped their aching – his gums throbbed and he could taste blood.

“Oooookay.” He pulled in another deep breath and let it out slowly. “Alright. I’m good.”

Ugh, the snow was soaking through his pants. Stan pulled himself up and tried dusting the white powder off, but his body heat had already caused it to melt into the fabric. He cursed.

“…are you okay?” Ford finally said.

A glance at Ford’s face showed equal amounts of wariness and concern. Which, hey, Stan didn’t think that his brother would be concerned about him, so that was a nice surprise.

…but there was also the possibility that he was just worried Stan would go apeshit and tear him to pieces. That would make more sense.

“You’re fine, I’m not dangerous or anything unless I wanna be.” Stan waved a hand. “Just my Shifting acting up. Funnily enough, it’s hard to not slip into danger mode when you’ve been locked in a cage for hours on end! Funny how that happens, huh?”

Ford had the grace to look a little guilty. He reached to take Stan’s arm, then hesitated before his fingers made contact. “…look. Can I at least take you home? You shouldn’t be driving in this state.”

Stan had to suppress a laugh. Sure, take the homeless man home. That had to be some kind of paradox, right? He spat a glob of blood into the snow to clear his throat before responding. “No need, I’m fine.”

Ford was staring at him in horror now. Stan blinked.

“…what?”

“Was that blood?”

“Er. Yeah. Why?”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were badly injured? You could have internal bleeding!” Ford shrilled, making Stan take a step back and laugh nervously.

“Seriously, I’m fine, I just broke a couple teeth on the-”

“You broke a couple -” Ford spluttered. “I’m taking you to the hospital right now.”

“I don’t need to go to the-”

“We are going to the hospital now!”

“Ford-”

“Hospital. Now.”

…you know what? Stan’s day couldn’t get any weirder. He shrugged.

Ford grabbed him by the arm and started towing him through the car park, Stan trying not to limp as he followed. From Ford’s worried cluck he didn’t do a very good job.

“Aren’t you gonna, like, try to study me or whatever?” Stan managed as he was pushed into a car. Ford dropped into the driver’s seat.

“Of course I am, I’ve never seen a werewolf before, but that will be after I know my brother isn’t dying!”

“…fair enough. Can I pick the music?”

“No.”

#werewolf!Stan #werewolf stan au #my writing #fic #oneshot #au of an au

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themaninflannel · 5 years ago

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Orgasms and Cold Pizza (snapshots pt1)

summary: reader met dean senior year of hs Bc she looked out for Sam. She kept in touch with both of them (but more Sam). When Sam goes off to college a sad dean shows up on her doorstep with no warning.

word count: almost 4k wtf

warnings: sad dean, drinking, virgin!reader, smut

A/N: this is part one of a new series im starting that is gonna be snapshots of the reader and deans lives together ~~~~~~~~~~ It may have been two am but I had yet to put down my book, so I was awake when I heard knocking at my front door. I wasn’t going to open it-because hello it was two am- but the knocking kept going so I was just going to tell them off. I opened the door to see a familiar face, and a sad one at that. I blearily rubbed my sleep filled eyes, “Dean?” I’m sure he could hear the confusion in my voice.

“Sammy left,” He said dejectedly.

Without thinking I reached out for him and pulled him into my arms half expecting him to resist but instead he collapsed on to my shoulders. Releasing him, I nudged the door open a little more and pulled him farther inside. Quietly I led him into the kitchen and handed him a beer.

“He left us, he left the life,” Dean mumbled.

“Yeah, umm he told me a while ago that he got into Stanford. I kinda figured he might,” I guiltily ran my hands through my hair.

“He did? He sure as hell didn’t tell dad and me,” he stood up, running his hands over his face.

My legs, working on their own, carried me across the room until I was right in front of him, “Dean. You know he didn’t leave because he wanted to leave you, right?” I said putting my hand on his arm.

He rolled his eyes, “Yeah,”

“Hey, I mean it,” My voice was soft but firm. “You’ve always looked out for your brother, he knows that.” I was met with sullen silence.

After a few minutes of quietly sipping on our drinks he spoke up. “I mean I know this life ain’t easy but college, man!?”

“You know the boy’s always liked school,” I said jokingly, trying to lighten the mood. It did not work. “Alright. Are we getting drunk then?”

“Yep,” he said after downing the rest of his beer, “you got anything stronger?”

“Oh do you doubt me, Winchester?” I got up and opened the pantry to show the assortment of liquor bottles.

“Well then,” he raised his eyebrows as I dropped a bottle of whiskey in front of him, keeping the vodka for myself.

Once Dean had made it most of the way through his bottle he seemed more nostalgic than sad, “Do you remember back in high school…” he paused to take another drink, “when you thought Sammy needed to be taken care of?”

“Hey! In my defense he was very small then! And he did get picked on,”

“Ok, fair enough” he raised his hands in defense, “I’m glad you had his back,”

“Yeah well, someone had too since you kept getting in trouble,” It continued on like this for a while until I had deemed it time to cut Dean off and make him go to bed. “Alright come on, I’ll get you settled in my room,”

Just as I was leaving the room I heard a voice behind me, “do you think he’s gonna come back?”

“Honestly? I don’t know, but I know that just because he went off to school doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you,” I said turning back towards him and sitting on the bed.

“Psh. I know dads not the biggest joy in our lives but why can’t he just suck it up?” My heart broke when his voice cracked. Even in the dark I could tell he was tears eyed.

“He and your dad have always had a tricky relationship,” I commented, scooting closer to him.

“Yeah,” he scoffed, “you should have seen it the night he left,” I could see on his face that it had gotten bad between them that night.

“I never liked your father,”

“He didn’t like you much either,” he admitted.

“Well, I’d imagine not!” It got quiet as we both remembered the first time I had met John Winchester.

Sam had invited me over to study for a history exam, even though I was a senior and he was a freshman we were in the same class. He was slightly embarrassed to tell me that he lived in a motel but that quickly faded once we got to studying. We were almost done when his brother came back.

“Heya Sammy,”

“Dean! I thought you were supposed to be gone all day?”

“Eh, got bored,” he dismissed. Flopping down on one of the beds, opening up a magazine. “Dads gonna be pissed you brought her over,”

“What is your problem with me Dean?” I spoke up, I wasn’t gonna let Sam get pushed around like that.

“I don’t care either way, but dad doesn’t like us having people over,” As if on queue an older man opened the door.

“Boys,” He gruffly acknowledged the boys, not noticing me at first, “who’s this?” He gestured to me, his voice making it clear that there was more involved in his question.

“Oh, umm,” Sam stuttered.

“I’m Y/N, I was helping Sam study but we were just finishing up,” I jumped in trying to help the poor boy out.

“Well Y/N, it’s probably about time you were heading out. I have some business to discuss with my boys.”

In class the next day Sam barely looked at me, and Dean-well Dean never paid me much attention anyway. After the bell rang I ran after Sam before Dean could drive off.

“Sam! Wait up dude,” he ignored me until I was close enough to grab his elbow, “Hey, what’s wrong? It’s like you were somewhere else today,”

“Oh, uh, hey Y/N,” he was clearly avoiding the question. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Dean walk up to the car, seemingly hiding his face.

“Come on Sammy, get in the car,” As he got in the car I caught a glimpse of a purple bruise on his jaw.

“Um sorry, we have to get home before Dad” Sam explained shyly. As they drove away I connected the dots between Dean’s bruise and their fear of their father. Right then and there I decided I was going to protect Sam as much as I could, I doubted Dean would let me but I knew I was gonna try.

“You should probably get some sleep,” Dean’s voice was hoarse, and much closer than I had realized. At some point we had ended up leaning on each other, slumped in the center of the bed.

“Alright, but I’m not leaving you here to be sad and alone so don’t hog all the covers,” I sleepily shuffled under the blanket, Dean sliding in beside me. He fell asleep almost immediately, but me? I was laying there trying to wrap my brain around this version of Dean, the version thats cocky and tough I’m familiar with but this vulnerable and insecure Dean is a side I hadn’t seen before. Somewhere in the night we had ended up wrapped in each other's limbs, his head on my chest, his arms circling my waist.

Dean was still asleep when I woke up; I laid there with my hand in his hair, realizing that this was as relaxed as I had been in a long while and I was in no rush to wake him up. We stayed like that until Dean started to stir,

“Morning sleepyhead,”

“Oh uh, mornin’,” he mumbled, rolling away seemingly embarrassed.

“How ya feeling after last night? You downed most of that whiskey,” I teased, poking his shoulder.

“Ha-shut up, I’m fine”

“Well, personally I am severely under-caffeinated so I’m gonna go make coffee,” I said definitively, pushing myself up heading to the kitchen. Dean got up and followed me, pointedly ignoring how we woke up.

“You wanna coffee?” I asked, reaching up to the cabinet where my favorite mug was.

“Yes, please,” he said emphatically, running his hands over his face to wake himself up a little.

“Ok, you gotta tell me more about what you and your brother do,” I slid a mug across the island to him, “I mean he told me a little bit about the life, and you’ve filled me in a little, but I’m curious,”

“Nah, you don’t need to know how fucked up the world actually is,”

“Please. I already know the world is a flaming piece of garbage, you wouldn’t be bursting any bubbles with that realization,” My voice came out more cynical than I meant.

“You really wanna know? About all the things that go bump in the night? All the monsters who are dying to eat your face?”

“Yeah. If I’m gonna have to live in the world with all that crap then I’d like to at least know what’s what,” I didn’t expect him to actually tell me, but he launched into stories about the creatures that he and Sammy have fought. We talked for hours, me asking questions, him telling stories. By the time he seemed to have run out of stories and he deemed I was sufficiently afraid it was early afternoon.

“Shit, is it already three? I should get on the road soon,”

“Do you have to? You can stay here another night, ya know,” I hoped he would stay.

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna over stay my welcome, I already showed up out of the blue-“

“Dean. You’re staying.” I interrupted, “you can show up any time, I like the company,”

After convincing him to stay we ordered pizza and settled in for a chill night of movies and beer.

After we stuffed ourselves with pizza and watched as many shitty comedies as we could handle, we were tipsy and sleepy and I made the executive decision that it was time for us (well, at least me) to crash for the night. After telling Dean he could watch whatever he wanted I headed into my room, put on comfy clothes and got curled up under the covers. A while after, when I was just starting to drift off I heard the door open,

“Hey, Y/N? You still awake?”

“Hmm? Yeah,” my voice was thick with sleep.

“Can I- um can I sleep in here again?” He sounded so timid, not at all like the over confident persona he normally put on.

“Of course, come ‘ere,” I smiled, pulling the blankets down on the other side of the bed. He took his jeans off leaving him only in his boxers and climbed in next to me.

“You sure this is ok?” He asked again before fully relaxing.

“Dude, if I wasn’t chill with it I wouldn’t have said yes. Plus, you slept in here last night anyway,”

“I know, and we ended up the way we did this morning and I just- I wasn’t sure-“ I cut him off by pulling his arm over my side and shushing him. With him as the big spoon I think he had gotten it through his head that I wanted him there.

“Hey dean?” He grunted in acknowledgment, “You show up here after almost four years, I just- I gotta ask, why here? Why did you come to my door?” He was silent for a long time, I thought he may have fallen asleep.

“Honestly?” I nodded, “I don’t know, you were one of the few people who knew Sammy like I did, and who knew about our lives,” he paused, “I think it just seemed the least complicated place to go.” He finished quietly.

“Fair enough, I’m glad you did though. I worry about you boys,” we fell back into a comfortable silence before he spoke again.

“Ok, my turn to ask something,” I twisted until I was facing him.

“Go for it,”

“Why is it just you living here? Doesn’t it get lonely?”

“Sometimes, but I like having the place to myself,”

“I always liked to think that after Sammy I left, you would have shacked up with some dude and lived the apple pie life,”

“Oh please. You know that’s not my style,” I scoffed, “and as far as me and dudes there’s never been anyone of importance,”

“Really? No one?” He seemed surprised by this.

“What? Is it so hard to believe?”

“But why?”

“You’ve met me, you know feeeelings aren’t my thing,”

“Ok but like what about hookup or something, you did go to college right? Isn’t that part of college life?”

“I don’t like doing new things with strangers, it is what it is. I’m not upset about it,” I shrugged.

“Just wouldn’t have pegged you as a virgin,”

“Oh I give off slutty vibes do I?” I teased him.

“No- I just- never mind,” I could practically see him mentally smacking himself in the forehead.

“Good night, Dean,” I rolled back over and he wrapped his arm back around my waist.

The next morning I woke up with Dean still pressed against my back, I don’t know if we moved at all in the night. I just knew that I slept like a rock. And that there was something poking me in the back. It took me a minute to figure out what it was but when it dawned on me I couldn’t help but giggle a little bit.

“Hey, ummm, Dean?” It came out higher than I meant it to.

“Hmm?” He sleepily responded, “oh shit, Y/N I’m sorry, I didn’t mean- it just-it does that sometimes,” He moved away from me covering his face with his hands.

“I didn’t say I was upset about it,” I slowly pulled his hand down until he could see me.

“What…. Y/N..? Huh?” You’d think he was the virgin not me.

“I said, I wasn’t upset. I just thought you should know that your dick-“

“Whoa! Ok, enough,” he cut me off. Turning his body to face me, our faces closer together than before, “are you serious?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” My voice came out thin and whispery, but I leaned towards him anyway. I could almost hear my heartbeat in my ears, but the second that his lips touched mine that was the only thing I could focus on. After a second he pulled back with a questioning look in his eyes, I nodded and he kissed me again. Harder this time, his tongue finding its way into my mouth, my hand to his hair, his hands...everywhere. We stayed like that for a few minutes before he pulled away again, this time taking his whole body a few inches away from mine pulling a needy whine (that I will deny ever happened) out of me.

“Wait...wait, we can’t do this,” he said breathlessly.

“And why the hell not?”

“You’ve never…your first shouldn’t be me,”

“Why not. You’re not a stranger and there doesn’t need to be feelings. Checks all my boxes,”

“Oh wow, you sure know how to make a guy feel special,” I rolled my eyes and pulled him so his face was close to mine again.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to, but I want this. You’re not taking advantage or anything like that, ok?” That was all he needed to hear before pushing himself so he was hovering over me, mouth back on mine, hands in my hair. Soon his mouth moved along my jaw and down my neck making sounds come out of my mouth that I didn’t think I could make. I could feel him smirking as he moved back up to my jaw. I could feel his hands start to migrate under my shirt, stopping just below my rib cage. I knew he was waiting for permission before going any farther so I pushed him onto his back before tearing my shirt off and leaning over him so I was on top.

“No bra?” He questioned his hand automatically going to my boobs, flicking one of my nipples.

“Who sleeps in a bra?” I tried to say it jokingly but his mouth found my other nipple making it turn into a gasp. I tried to get back at him by grinding my hips down on the bulge that was now under me. He made a delicious gasp/moan sound that just made me never want to stop. I slowly shifted myself, kissing my way down his chest, giving attention to each nipple as I passed it, eventually making my way down to his happy trail and the edge of his boxers.

“Ahh…..sweetheart… you don’t-you don’t have to do that. Not... for your first time,”

“Oh, but what if I want to?” The words came out sugary sweet, just the thought of what was about to happen was enough to dampen my underwear. I looked up at him for permission and he nodded, his eyes closing when I turned my attention back to the waistband of his boxers. He moaned loudly when I placed soft kisses on his fabric covered length before I pulled his shorts down and he kicked them the rest of the way off. Once he was fully exposed I took a second to admire what I saw; the toned muscle of his chest, the soft skin on his stomach, all the way down to his perfectly pink cock standing up out of a bush of dark curls.

“Like what you see?” He teased.

As an answer I leaned back down and licked a stripe from his balls all the way up to his leaking head. I earned a gasp and then a groan when I took the whole head into my mouth hollowing my cheeks and taking in as much of him as I could, one hand coming up to pump the part that I couldn’t fit in my mouth and the other reaching up and playing with his balls.

“Holy….you shouldn’t be..how do you….” He gave up trying to make coherent sentences when I took his dick out of my mouth and sucked one of his balls. Once I had given them enough attention I moved back to his shaft, lavishing it in kisses and licks.

“Ok...I’m not gonna…. you gotta stop… if you want this to last…” he brought his hand to my face and pulled me back up so he could kiss me. His other hand came around my hip and flipped us so he was hovering above me with a shiteating grin on his face. It was his turn to tease me, he moved down so his face was right above my belly button. His fingers hooked into the waistband of my sleep shorts pulling them off. As soon as he had me naked he went back to kissing and licking everywhere he could, after some pleading from me he finally moved back between my legs where I needed him most. He licked a stripe between my folds, giving extra attention to my clit. I could feel the knot in my stomach tightening already, my breathing getting faster. He was still swirling his tongue in circles when one of his large fingers pushed into me making me moan and arch my back, pushing impossibly closer to his face. I could feel him smiling as he continued to work his finger in and out of me, eventually adding another curling them upward reaching that one spot that I could never quite reach myself. The knot in my stomach tightened even more, my hips bucking on their own.

“D.. I’m close..”

“Let go baby, I wanna taste it,” that’s all it took for me to cum on his face. Blissed out and breathing heavily I almost missed Dean looking smug wiping my juices off of his chin.

“We don’t have to keep going…” he said and I think he really would have been totally fine stopping if I asked but I was nowhere near ready to be done.

“Condoms are in the nightstand,” was my bold way of saying I wanted to keep going. I could tell it caught him by surprise but before I could say anything else he had plopped himself on top of me to get to the drawer.

“Eager much?”I laughed as his full body weight was still splayed over me. He rolled his eyes and kissed me again rolling the condom on. I could feel his hard length resting against my stomach as we kissed, all tongues and teeth. We had gotten past the timid part and were both ready for more. He shifted and I could feel the tip hit my sensitive clit making me gasp, his cock slid between my folds and pushed into my entrance, he stopped making sure I was good before he slowly pushed the rest of the way in. Once he was fully seated inside me, his head fell down on my shoulder, his lips moving on my neck. I got impatient and moved my hips making him slip out a little bit, Dean took the hint and started to move. His pelvis hit my clit every thrust and he one of his hands came up and played with my nipple, I was overwhelmed by all the new sensations that I didn’t even realize I was making sounds that I had never made before. With each movement dean hit that spot inside that made my eyes roll back, before long I could feel the knot tightening again. Deans thrusts started to get shaky and uneven,

“I’m not gonna last…” he grunted, his face buried in my neck.

“Me… neither,” my hips bucked and with one more snap of his hips I came undone. That was all it took for him to spill himself into the condom. He collapsed next to me throwing the condom in the trash.

“Well….” I exhaled, breathing heavily.

“Yeahhh…” deans breathing matched my own.

“Soo, I’m not a virgin anymore,”

“No you are not,” He sounded real happy with himself. And honesty, and couldn’t blame him.

“Job well done I’d say,” I reached over to high five him.

We laid there in exhausted silence for a while before either one of us had enough energy to do anything.

“Well, I am starving and there is cold pizza in the fridge,”I declared as I got out of bed and threw on some comfy clothes. I was halfway through my second piece of cold pizza when dean came trudging out of my room. With my mouth full of pizza I gestured to the open box.

“So…” Dean awkwardly rubbed the back of his head, “you’re really good with what just happened?”

“Why wouldn’t I be? Organs and pizza is a good way to start the day,”

“I don’t know, I mean it was your first time?”

“Oh D, are you worried I’m gonna fall in love with you?” I mocked.

“What no- I just- I was checking on you is all!”

“Ohhh little defensive much? Maybe I should worry about you falling in love with me,” I teased waving pizza in his face.

When we had finished making fun of each other the topic turned serious.

“So, you gonna head back to your dad today?” I asked.

“Yeah, I should actually head out soon,” he said quietly. We chatted for a while longer before he decided it was time for him to go. He gathered his things and made his way to the door,

“Just one thing before you go,” I stopped him in the doorway, “give your brother a call, ok? He walked out on your father not on you,”

“Yeah, I will. Thanks sweetheart,” he hugged me and then he was gone. It had been four years since I met him in high school and I wondered if I would ever see the green eyed hunter again. I sure hoped I would.

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P5R: Rebel Girl (A FeMC Story/P5R Rework) Chapter 40: Out of the Dark

Friday after her shift at the convenience store, Ren got a call. She answered it. “Hello?”

“Hey kid” Iwai said on the other end. “I’ve got a special job for you tonight. Meet up at the shop, and do as I say, OK?”

Ren was puzzled. “No offence, but an older gentleman calling a young girl, such as myself, and asking her to do as he says isn’t a good thing usually.”

Iwai sighed. Ren giggled. “You know I hate dealing with cops as is. This kind of thing would only attract more unwanted attention.”

“I know I know,” Ren said. “I just like yanking chains.”

“Would that be why you got arrested?” Iwai said, turning it on her.

“Nah” Ren answered. “I only pull chains when I know I can get away with it.”

“Figures” Iwai said. “Just meet up at the shop.”

“I’ll be there in a few,” Ren confirmed. “Later!” She hung up and headed towards Untouchable.

“Good. You’re here” Iwai said. “So you do wanna do as I say?”

Ren smiled. She liked it when people were quick on the uptake. “Well, I could fight you, but I don’t think the police would be on my side.”

“Heh” Iwai laughed. “You could probably murder me and get away with it as far as the police are concerned.” Iwai stood up. “In all seriousness, let’s go.”

“Huh? Where are we going?” Ren asked.

“There’s this diner nearby,” Iwai explained. “I’m meeting someone there. I just need you to hang back and call me when I give the signal. I’ll even pay for your food… Provided you don’t order too much.”

“Question” Ren asked. “What’s ‘the signal’?”

“…That’s fair,” Iwai said. “I’ll just cough. Is that OK?” Ren nodded. “Good. Now let’s head out.” They headed towards the diner. “Alright, I’ll head in first, and then give it a few minutes before I head in. Sit somewhere close by. Oh yeah.” Iwai went through his pockets. “Here’s your spending money.”

Ren nodded. “Thanks.” Iwai nodded back. He walked into the restaurant. Ren let some time pass and followed him in. Ren spotted Iwai and sat at a booth close by. Once seated, she placed her order, and got out a book to make it look like she was studying.

A few minutes later, a man walked in and sat with Iwai. “Hey Mune. What’s the occasion?”

“It’s been a while,” Iwai answered.

“Feeling sentimental, eh?” the other guy asked.

“Well, I also heard some noise about Tsuda when some cops came by,” Iwai said. “I just wanna make sure everything is going OK.”

“Ah, good ol’ classic Mune” the guy sitting across from him said. “Always willing to uphold the oath.”

“...If there’s anything I can do…” Iwai pressed on.

“Heh. You know you’re always welcome to come back” the man said.

“...You know I gave up the life,” Iwai insisted.

“Right…” the other guy said. “Well, if we do need anything, we’ll let you know. After all, you’re our brother, right?”

“Of course,” Iwai said. He coughed. Ren, overhearing all of this, pulled out her phone and called Iwai.

“You feeling alright?” the other guy asked.

Iwai drank some water. “Just a little parched. His phone went off. “He checked it. “I gotta take this. It’s business.”

“I understand.”

“Hello?” Iwai said. “I see.” He placed his hand over the receiver. “Hey, I’m going to need to cut this short. Someone’s trying to mess with me.”

“If you give us a name, we can assist” the other guy said.

Iwai looked at him sternly. “I’m a skilled business professional. I can handle this.” He got back on the phone and started to leave. “OK now, where were we?” Once he was outside, he switched his tone. “OK, stay on the line, but don’t say anything to arouse suspicion. If he leaves, tell me.”

The other guy got out his phone and proceeded to make a call. “Hey Tsuda. It’s me, Masa...Yeah, that meeting Iwai wanted to take. Apparently the police are already looking at us...Right...Of course...No, that's fine...Yeah, it’s probably that deal from the beginning of the year...Huh?...No, you know Mune. He’s just saying this to honor the code. Although he is interested in helping out, provided he doesn’t do anything uncouth...Yeah...No, of course you can handle it…”

Ren got another drink. “Thank you,” she said. The man looked over to see she was also on her phone. Ren panicked slightly, and tried to cover her tracks. “Right, so, your day sounded lovely dear. As for me, I just got off work at the convenience store, and now I’m having dinner while studying...Yeah…”

The man, Masa, turned back to his conversation. “Nah, it was just some girl talking with her significant other...Yeah...Anyways, don’t worry about it...I’ll look into how much the police know, while you think of something for Mune...Yeah...Talk with you soon...Bye.” He hung up, finished his food, and left.

“He just left,” Ren told Iwai, over the phone.

“Alright. Good job” Iwai said. “I’m guessing he gave you a look.”

“Yeah,” Ren said.

“Still, that was some quick thinking,” Iwai said. “I guess it’s a good thing I hired you. If you had ran into Masa on your own, he might have tried to sweep you up into his deal. Although I’d like to think you’re smart enough to avoid that.”

Ren giggled. “Thanks.”

“I’m gonna look into what they’re doing,” Iwai said. He paused. “You know, it’s nice to have someone assisting me like this again. Ever since I’ve been on the straight and narrow, I haven’t had much in the way of assistance. I guess I thought I was used to it. But thank you. I couldn’t have done this alone. I think I’m starting to like you a little more. Enjoy your meal.”

Ren smiled. “Thanks boss.”

Hanged Man-Munehisa Iwai: Rank 2

Ren hung up, finished her meal, and headed home.

On Sunday evening, Ren got a call from Yoshida. “Hello?”

“Hello?” Yoshida said from the other line. ��Is this Amamiya-chan from the restaurant?”

Ren giggled. “Yes.”

“I see,” Yoshida said. He sighed. “I’m glad I got the right number. Hey listen, I’m working on a speech tonight, and I was wondering if you could come and assist me.”

“Sure thing” Ren answered.

“Great! I’ll be out by Central street” Yoshida answered. “See you soon.” He hung up.

Ren headed to Central Street to meet up with Yoshida. Once she got there, she tapped his shoulder. “Mr. Yoshida?”

“Ah, splendid!” Yoshida said. “Perfect timing. I still have a few minutes before I go on. So, why don’t we chat for a bit?”

“OK?” Ren said, cautiously optimistic.

“Good,” Yoshida said. He sighed. “While I appreciate the help, I do have to ask: Why are you helping me?” Ren was caught off guard. “It’s just, there are other politicians out there with a more solid foothold in the political world. I’d figure you’d rather place your bets on a winning horse over me.”

Ren looked the man over. He seemed sincere, but a little doubtful of himself. Yet he continued making speech after speech. Ren smiled. “I told you before, I like your message.” Yoshida was stunned. “You stand up for the people. You want to assure people that the government can help them, especially if they can’t help themselves. I can’t help but admire that. Besides, you can’t count out a Dark Horse candidate until the race is over, right?”

“BAHA!” Yoshida said. “You’re quite right. I suppose the impossible COULD happen. Hm. Thank you.” Ren was taken aback. “For assuring me about my message. I wasn’t sure people were listening. So it’s nice to see that people are. Even if they can’t vote yet.” Ren smiled and bowed politely. “And how serendipitous is this: Tonight’s speech is about a couple of Dark Horses in our world today. Are you ready?”

Ren nodded, but then paused. “Um, what exactly am I doing?”

“Oh, right,” Yoshida said. “Well, basically for now you’re going to hold up these cards that advertise what I am speaking about for the evening. I might ask you to assist me in other ways in the future.”

Ren nodded. “Got it.”

“OK!” Yoshida said. “I’m just about on. Grab that sign and let’s go!”

Ren nodded. She went over to grab the sign Yoshida asked her to. When she read it, she was jolted a bit. “Tonight’s Topic: The Rumored Phantom Thieves.” Well, at least we have some attention. She grabbed the sign and headed to position.

Once they were in place, Yoshida began speaking. “People of Tokyo!” A small crowd began to circle around him. Although Ren noted that they mostly seemed apathetic and just wanted a way to kill time. “Tonight I wish to talk to you about the Phantom Thieves! Those rumored vigilantes that have recently sprung up in the city.”

The crowd’s attention was piqued. “While their existence may be unknown, we have to ask: If they are real, why did they show up in the first place? Shujin Academy, the place they made their mark, was home to one of the most heinous scandals I’ve even seen. Students felt unsafe in the very place they should be welcomed.

Furthermore, the person making them feel unsafe was a highly respected member of society; which would make it difficult, if not impossible, to tell someone. They had no other option BUT these rumored Thieves. They uncovered a dark truth surrounding the school, and managed to put a stop to it, which is why people are taking note of them, and some are even showing their support.

However, as a politician, I know that for every one cruel deed you find, there are ten more still lurking in the shadows. The Phantom Thieves arrived because no one else was willing to help! But we can’t continue to rely on the Phantom Thieves forever! The government’s job should be to unearth these dark truths and stop them. Yet the powers that be are doing nothing.

That is my pledge to you! If you elect me, I promise to shed light on the darkness. And I will continue to fight for you all! Thank you.”

The crowd was murmuring. Ren noticed that they started to take interest. However, one man walked up and said “Psh. Chasing headlines to garner support? Don’t pretend like you’re nothing but the No-Good-Tora! I bet those thieves would come after you next!”

“WHA!” Yoshida said, in shock.

Ren was incensed. “HEY! That’s Mr. Yoshida to you!”

“Oh wow!” the man said. “You managed to convince someone to work for you. I wonder how you managed to swing that.”

Ren was seething. Yoshida took a deep breath and motioned Ren to stop. Ren was confused and looked at him. “It’s alright,” he said, nodding at her. He turned to the heckler. “My apologies. As you noted, she IS new. I’ll talk to her about all of this.”

“Hmph” the heckler said. “Whatever.” He walked off.

Yoshida sighed. He addressed the crowd. “Thank you everyone. And I’m sorry about the slight interruption. But please, do take my message to heart.” The crowd once again murmured, and then dispersed.

After they left, Ren and Yoshida met behind the wall. “Well, tonight could have gone a bit better…” Yoshida remarked. “...But it could have gone worse as well. Thank you.”

Ren as a tad confused. “That guy though…”

“Bahaha!” Yoshida laughed. “I’ve been a politician for quite some time now. I’m accustomed to the occasional heckler. But it’s important to remember to let cooler heads prevail.”

Ren sighed. “You’re right.”

Yoshida smiled. “Although I would have been lost had you not stood up for me in the first place.”

Ren was delightfully surprised. “Oh, thanks.”

“Truth is, I have a bit of a troubled past,” Yoshida explained. “And whenever someone brings that up, I feel weakened. But I’ve learned my lessons, and I’m trying to do what’s best for the country now. And that has to involve not letting naysayers get the better of you. Although, I have a bit of trouble in that area. Still, you being here tonight helped me focus quicker. Because I know someone was listening, and if I gave into my worst instincts, they might learn to do the same.”

Ren smiled. She then shifted around. “So, um, your speech… Do you support the Phantom Thieves?”

“Hmmmm” Yoshida pondered. “Well, as I said, I like what they did, but surely there has to be more we can do. The Phantom Thieves can only do so much for us. And their appearance in general is a bit worrying. If they’re our only hope, then the country is heading in a dark direction.”

“I see…” Ren said, taking note of this.

“What do you think of them, Amamiya-chan?” Yoshida asked.

Ren was a little caught off guard, but gave an answer. “Well, I can’t help but be biased,” she said. “I mean, I do attend Shujin, and I have been the target of that man’s actions, as well as several of my friends.”

“Oh my!” Yoshida said, shocked.

Ren smiled. “But it’s because of that that I believe you.” Yoshida was confused. “It’s hard to trust anyone after going through something like that. There are people with a vested self-interest that only look out for themselves, even if they tell you otherwise. But you’re different. When you say you wish to help people, I can tell you mean it. And I want to be there with you to make sure your message gets heard.”

Yoshida smiled. “I don’t know what to say. Thank you, Amamiya-chan. I’m looking forward to continuing working with you.

I am thou... Thou art I… Thou hast acquired a new vow...

It shall become the wings of rebellion that breaketh thy chains of captivity.

With the birth of the Sun Persona I have obtained the winds of blessing that shall lead to freedom and new power.

Sun-Toranosuke Yoshida: Rank 1

After that, Ren and Yoshida headed home for the evening.

#persona 5 #persona fanfiction #persona 5 royal #p5r #p5 femc #p5r rework #p5 rework #p5 #FeMC #female ren #ren amamiya #iwai munehisa #yoshida toranosuke

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allelitefics · 5 years ago

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Closer than you think

Pairings: Orange Cassidy x Reader (OFC)

Other characters: Chuck Taylor & Trent

Categories: fluff, smut

Summary: The Best Friends and you are neighbors, after a night of partying you and Orange Cassidy have a little fun... but other’s feelings get jeopardized.

Taglist: @fiskers7136 @princessminjikwon @im-a-nerd-fight-me @allelitexo @donnithestar @jonsmoxley

Living next door to 3 professional wrestlers made life interesting for you. If this was 15 years ago, it would've been a teenage dream. At 29, I find it more complicated than anything else. Because again, 3 professional wrestlers who are not bad to stare at on daily basis always had me smitten over one of them at one point or the other.

It was often when they'd return home from their Wednesday night tv show that they'd hit me up. "Come over!" "Come drink with us!" "Do you have any food?!" It kept me highly entertained but getting older I couldn't just keep hanging out with the 3 of them, and they started to notice me distancing myself from them.

"You notice how Y/N doesn't want to hang out anymore? What did you guys do?" Trent asked questioning his teammates. Orange Cassidy and Chuck Taylor just looked at each other, then back to Trent and shrugged. "Nah, one of you two did or said something." Trent was so sure of it, because he often overheard them bickering about asking you out. Cassidy didn't want to admit it, because he knew how his friend, Chuck, felt about you. He didn't want to admit that two weeks prior after a late night of drinking, the two of you had hooked up.

I honestly felt like I was the Bachelorette, I had feelings for two different guys and I had no idea where to place my emotions. Cassidy was like ...that mysterious, bad boy. I dug that vibe. Although, Chuck...classic southern gentleman vibe, super respectful but you could tell by the countless amount of times we flirted that he had a kink to him, somewhere deep down it was there. But he definitely wouldn't be the one to come onto me after a night of drinking, even in a drunken state of mind, he was too much of a gentleman for that.

"Yoooo, we know you're home! Come over and hang!" Trent texted me. I had been staring at that text for a solid 20 minutes. Shit. I hooked up with Cassidy and we haven't said a word to each other, not that he's one for many words at all...but...fuck! It was fun...but why did I feel so fucking guilty?

-flashback-

"One more round?" Cassidy asked holding the bottle of Jack Daniels. You looked at Chuck first, then Trent. They were all down for it, and you started to feel like you were getting a little too hazy. "I don't know guys.. maybe I should call it quits.." "Don't be a buzzkill! I'll take care of you." Cassidy said. You smiled, and he gave you a super flirty look that made your heart flutter. After another 20 minutes had passed everyone started to file out and go to sleep. "So you made me take another shot and everyone bails in 20 minutes??" you complain to Cassidy, you rolled your eyes and he sat next to you. You loved being able to know him in a more personal setting, because sure, sunglasses make someone look hot - but when he didn't have them on, his eyes told you so much. He plopped down next to you and he put his arm around you, "We can still party." You shook your head, "I'll just head back home." you said, you literally lived across the hall from them so it wasn't a long walk, but when you went to stand up and stumbled a little bit, Cassidy caught you by the hips. He chuckled and you turned around and playfully swatted his hand away. "Don't laugh! This is your fault." you say. "Oh come on." he said, he stood up and took your hand as you walked back to your apartment. He walked you to your bedroom, "There, lay down. I told you I'd take care of you." "Psh" you say, "You're just trying to get me alone in my bedroom." you say. You drunkenly start kicking off your jeans and he stares at you, it's when you sit up and pull your shirt off over your head that he finally says something. "I should..uh.. go" But before he could turn on his heel, you pulled his hand. He bites his lip looking at you, half naked... "Come on, don't act like this wasn't your plan." you say smirking at him. "I don't know if we-" You cut him off by tugging at the front of his jeans. "Fuck" he mutters under his breath. Before you know it, your back is hitting your mattress and he's on top of you. Your lips colliding and his moving down your neck. Your body rolling against his as you can feel his erection growing against your core. He quickly took his jeans off, kicking them on the floor and pulling down your panties, waisting no time entering himself inside of you. You moan out and it drives him wild. As much of a calm, collected, guy he presented to be. He fucked you fast and hard, sucked on your most sensitive areas, and made you come to complete orgasm. After all was said and done, you laid next to each other, completely naked and breathing heavily. He looked over at you to see you staring at the ceiling. "You okay?" he asked growing anxious. "Uh yeah, that was great." you say then looking over at him. He rolled on his side, his elbow propping him up him. He caressed your face, and you sighed then smiled. He leaned down to kiss you, it lasted long and more passionately than the rough kisses from before. "I'm gonna .. uh.. head back." he said after kissing you. You nodded. Followed him to your door, closed and locked it behind him.

--end flashback--

I sighed thinking about everything that went down. Why did he have to get hella awkward afterwards? Was it Chuck? Did he tell Chuck? Were the signs I thought maybe I was picking up on from Chuck actually legit? "Uh sure, just let me look presentable I'll come over in like 20." I finally texted Trent back.

"Well she's coming over, so, something you sure you don't need to say?" Cassidy got slightly anxious shifting in his seat, Chuck definitely caught onto it. "What'd you do Cassidy?!" Trent asked, a grin forming on his face. "We had sex." he said. Trent looked over at Chuck and saw the change in his demeanor. "You what??" Chuck asked, his voice raising slightly. "The other week... we were drunk and it just happened." "You talk to her since?" Chuck asked. "Nah" Chuck grew irritated, "She's like one of our best friends, you're just going to say 'nah' what the fuck man!" "Dude, she clearly felt guilty afterwards. I could sense it." Chuck just shook his head, while Trent just stood there, eyes wide. "If she slept with you, she likes you. Don't be an idiot."

Cassidy still wasn't sure, and when you knocked on the door, he agreed he would answer it. When he answered the door he grabbed you by the way pushing you forward to the hallway. You smiled and were completely confused. "What are y-" he cut you off by kissing you. "Sorry I'm an idiot." he followed up with. "No more awkwardness?" you asked. "No more awkwardness." he agreed. You wrapped your arms around his neck hugging him, as he embraced you too. His face dug into the nape of your neck. "Mmm..I missed you" he says into your skin. It sends chills up your spine. "I missed you too."

"So man.. the two of them.. you cool with that?" Trent asked as they waited for Cassidy and you to return. "Just hand me that bottle of whiskey." was all Chuck could respond with.

#orange cassidy fanfic #orange cassidy #aew fanfiction

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jimlingss · 5 years ago

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The President’s Son [2]

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 2.5 OR Chapter 3

➜ Words: 3.5k

➜ Genres: 100% Fluff, Slice of Life, Bodyguard!AU

➜ Summary: Kim Taehyung is the President’s son, mischievous and playful, and infamous for being a troublemaker. When everyone’s given up, they call for you to be his personal guard. There’s no other choice when your dad’s assigned you to it and surprisingly Taehyung doesn’t mind either. Maybe because you happened to grow up with that brat.

➜ Warnings: Slowburn.....

“You know, if you hate me so much, you should just punch me.” Taehyung’s trying to aggravate you again. You can tell with that pout on his face. Maybe he’s sad about something. But he continues to peel stickers off the sheet and smack them onto your hair, knowing full well that it’ll be a pain to pull them off later. You don’t tell him to stop. You don’t say anything, move, flinch, blink. And you know it makes him more upset that you don’t indulge in what he wants — a reaction. “Dad said I’m not allowed to punch anyone,” you say out of the corner of your mouth, continuing to do your multiplication homework. It’s hard to do the questions without using your fingers or the chart — but dad said you don’t need them. You can do it in your head. It’s still hard. And Taehyung can’t even help you. He can barely add and subtract. “Why are you such a goodie-two shoes?” He whines, getting mad and he sticks a rainbow sticker harder to your scalp, knocking your head in one direction enough for it to hurt. You still don’t move away from him. “You’re no fun. You don’t need to listen to adults all the time.” There’s silence. Your pencil scratches against the paper as you solve the whole page of questions. Taehyung continues his antics with sticky fingers until he runs out of stickers and huffs, arms falling into his lap. He looks up to find your hair decorated in sparkles, slices of cake, rainbows, stars, unicorns. It’s pretty, but he almost feels bad. It’ll hurt to brush them out later. In his full frustration to squeeze a response out of you, he shoves you with all the might in his arms. But you don’t waver. Not pushed. Not flinching once. Like a wall. A wall of focus and concentration at age eight, miraculously continuing to do your homework like he didn’t even touch you. Taehyung wants your attention. He wants you to look at him. He wants to cry. But he won’t. Or at least, he’ll try his best not to. “I know you can beat me up, dumbo! Just do it! Just punch me and I’ll leave you alone forever!” The corner of your mouth moves again. “Dad said I’m not allowed.” “You’re stupid!” He tosses the empty sticker sheet at you, but the paper is light in weight and doesn’t even come close to hitting your face like he intends. It flutters to the ground in front of him and he falls onto his back, onto the floorboards and whines, kicking his legs up in a storm of anger. Three times six is eighteen. Ten times seven is seventy. Five times nine is forty five. The pencil in your hand never stops moving.

[Present Day] Bang! The Glock 17 semi-auto pistol in your hand lowers — it’s a simple handgun, but one you’re used to using. The bullet hole is right in the center of your target, exactly where you were aiming. You’re relieved, having been afraid that your skills deteriorated without practice, but you’re glad you came here to brush up on it. ��Nice shot. You got good. They do a lot of firearm training there?” It’s a rhetorical question and the brunette smiles, his foot coming to kick yours out and make your legs spread wider, knees bending. “But you’re still not in proper stance. Looks like even the academy couldn’t change that. Old habits die hard, huh?” You scoff, standing straight. “I can probably shoot better than you can.” “Maybe,” he hums, sincerely considering it. “But at least I don’t look like I’m trying to be part of an action movie. Who stands at an angle with one arm extended more than the other?” “And you’re still competitive, aren’t you, Jungkook?” There’s a small smile and you put your gun in your holster, taking off your earmuffs as you walk out of the shooting range. “Can you blame me?” Your old school friend grins, eyes shining. “I’ve pushed myself this far cause I like beating others.” “That’s healthy,” you remark in sarcasm, but your smile doesn’t waver. “You should’ve joined the army or marines. You would’ve done well there.” “Nah, I’m happy working in Security Service. There are better benefits,” he quips with bubbling laughter. “You should join too.” “I’m not here looking for work, Jeon.” You grab your duffle bag, swinging it over your shoulder. “Then what are you here for?” “Not to work,” you throw it right back at him. But with the drawn out pause, you take a good look at the male standing in front of you. Jungkook is less boyish than before, grown up. The agent is tall, seemingly reliable with stronger eyes. You still remember when you moved away to live with your uncle and you ran into this weakling classmate of yours. Never would you have guessed that he’d eventually come to the capital and you’d run into him again like this. “How have you been? It’s been a while.” “It’s been a hell of a long time. Congratulations, by the way. I never got to say that.” “You did. You sent me a letter and delivered a bouquet. You do that to everyone?” “Only friends I went to school with for three years and taught me how to throw my first punch.” Jungkook grins and when you thank him for the gift, he nods and asks, “How are you?” “I’m good. Still haven’t decided where I should stay yet or what I’m gonna do.” The small talk wanes away and you can’t help your next question. “Why are you here, Jungkook?” The man in his black suit shrugs. “Why are any of us here?” “No, seriously. Why are you here?” The corner of his mouth tugs upwards, unable to continue deflecting. He retreats and admits his purpose. “Your dad’s looking for you.” You don’t want to go, but you have to acknowledge that the older man knew what he was doing sending Jungkook to fetch you. The Presidential Security Service is responsible for protecting members of the Blue House, the president and his family, as well as anyone deemed important enough to protect. There are hundreds in this house alone and you’re aware that the career carries a job culture, a hierarchy, complicated in its own way. You’re not sure why the chief would want to see you when you have zero affiliations with the organization. “There’s a job for you here,” he says it bluntly, sitting across from you. “I already said no,” you repeat, “I’m not qualified.” “You seem qualified to me.” Your dad puts his briefcase onto the table, popping the latches open. He pulls out your resume and you’re not surprised he has it. “You have a high school diploma...says here you worked at the National Police Agency as an officer for three years, went to the police academy for six months prior for proper training. A background in taekwondo, know first aid, firearms training…..” He lowers the crisp page. The way he reads it is not because he’s proud or he’s particularly happy with your achievements. He assesses you. It’s a job interview for a job you don’t even want. “You have the necessary qualifications for the assignment I have in mind.” It’s quiet. You stare at him. He stares at you. A deep breath is taken into your lungs. “No one who starts off in the protection bureau gets an instant promotion to become the primary bodyguard of someone from the president’s immediate family.” “It’s a special case. You’ve been personally requested by the family.” “Even so, I can’t accept such a high position because I have connections. It’s unprofessional and may even be deemed as nepotism,” you reject for the second time. “If this is all, I think I should leave.” It remains silent as you stand. Perhaps he’s accepted it — he’s always been calm and composed after all. But he calls after you, not for any loving words, not to ask you questions a father should ask, not to address things other than job prospects. “You should at least join the protection bureau. Even if you don’t want to accept this assignment. You have merit for it.” You turn away, closing the door. // Unfortunately, you don’t even get a chance to consider it. There are no nights or days spent dwelling over the proposal and weighing the benefits and consequences of the job. The old man’s blood works on efficiency and he won’t have time wasted on you considering if you want it or not. The worst part is that he knows you well, knows your weaknesses, and he’s already planted someone else to persuade you before you can even leave the premise. This time, it’s not Jungkook who’s come to convince you or fetch you a second time, keep you from leaving. It’s a certain someone that you run into that has your eyes growing wide, your heart stuttering for a second as a rare smile spreads onto your face. “Is that who I think it is?” The older man is dark-haired, carrying shining eyes and a playful smile, yet retaining a mature air around him. “Seokjin?” “Hey there, chickpea.” His hand plops on top of your head affectionately before it slides off, arm returning to his side. He takes a step back and nods. “Look at you! You’re so tall now!” “You’re the one to speak. You look….great.” “Psh. I know.” Jin grins, ears reddening from the complement. “But I’ll admit, you’re the one who looks even better. I almost didn’t recognize you. You’ve shaped up to be real pretty and sturdy, huh? How about we go catch up? There’s a coffee shop downstairs by the gift shop. It’ll be my treat.” It’s hard to refuse the offer. Ever since Jin enrolled in the same taekwondo class as you years ago and your dad began teaching him as well, you’ve admired him. He’s kind, sweet, compassionate, capable…..and it’s probably inappropriate to stare at him for too long. “I heard you were my dad’s protégé. Aren’t you the team leader for one of the main groups?” “Something like that.” The two of you are sitting on the concrete stairs outside. It’s quiet with no one around this early in the morning. “It really isn’t that impressive.” “That’s not true.” You turn to look at him. At this angle, the sun shines in your eyes and it forces you to squint — he’s too blazing. “You’re gonna get the vice position, aren’t you?” Seokjin laughs, sound sweet and endearing. “I got a long way to go, chickpea. Maybe in a few years...or decades. There’s a whole hierarchy and those old guys aren’t gonna die any time soon so, it’s gonna be a while for me to get there if I ever do get there. Hopefully I won’t break my back.” “You won’t. And someday, you’ll get the job. You’re….great.” “Thanks.” Jin smiles and shifts to lock his eyes with yours, still nursing his coffee cup in his hands. “But how about you? I heard you made one hell of a police officer. Did you switch branches to come home?” “Well...not really.” You learn forward, taking a sip of your warm drink. “I’m taking a break.” The suited man hums and leans back, considering the hue of the sky. “That’s good. I was worried about you, y’know. Seemed like life was moving fast for you. I’m glad that you’re slowing things down a bit. But are you doing anything here? Any plans?” “I don’t know yet,” you respond truthfully. Right now, you were staying at a hostel. You had to figure out your housing arrangement, look for a job, and decide how you were going to approach the reason why you decided to return home. “You should join us then,” he says suddenly, breaking your train of thought. “The Presidential Security Service. It’s a good job. You’d get to work with me too.” Your small smile matches his and you look off to the street. “Did my dad put you up to this?” ��Kind of. But I wanted to see you too, chickpea. I missed you. It’s been like what? Close to nine years? I know we kept in contact, but it’s different now that you’re here. Better. I think it would be a lot of fun to work with you too.” “You mean for me to work under you?” Giggles bubble up his throat again and it’s infectious, making you smile. “I swear I won’t boss you around. Why would I? For all I know, you might be better than most people who work for me.” The two of you laugh and as you take a moment to contemplate, Jin adds, “It’s a good thing for you to do even if it’s temporary. You could do it for now before deciding what else you want. It’s a good job, I promise.” It means a lot for someone like Seokjin to be personally requesting you and genuinely at that too. “I’m used to working on important cases,” you tell him, “I don’t want to work as a bodyguard for someone. I don’t think I suit babysitting.” Jin smiles, making you feel at ease. “Promise you won’t have to babysit anyone, chickpea.” // Nothing official has been decided. In the span of a single day, you don’t want to make a hasty decision that you’ll come to regret later. For now, it’s empty words of maybes. People have been on a wild goose chase for you and as flattering as it is, you can’t help but feel bothersome to their lives. They call you here and there, catching up, trying to convince you to stick around. If you knew you were so popular, you would’ve had a reunion party. Then again, probably not. You’re not one to like attention drawn onto you. But what stands out amongst all those who want to speak to you is someone who is arguably the most important person in the country. The double doors open, security personnel surrounding him, but with a nod, they take their places a few meters away and the doors close. It’s just you and him, and probably a hundred other guards around the premise. Still, you’re honoured that he scraped up time in his busy schedule to see you. “Mr. President.” You bow your head. “Oh, please, Y/N.” Taehyung’s father laughs heartily and comes over to squeeze your shoulder and tell you to sit down. His eyes are crinkled, more wrinkled in his face that showed just how many times he smiled over the years. His presence is still warm and inviting, reminding you of all the times he used to give you snacks and juice boxes and helped you with homework. “Didn’t you used to call me uncle all the time?” It’s different now — that’s one thing for sure. But while much time has passed and you don’t know his new wife well, you can certainly sense that he hasn’t changed one bit. Taehyung bears a striking resemblance to his dad, but the latter is much calmer and more diligent and less….everything that makes Taehyung noisy. As if to prove that point, he quietly asks you how you've been doing, considerate enough to inquire if everyone’s been treating you well, where you’re staying — everything a parent would want to know. You talk about going to the academy, what life was like as an officer for three years until you decided to come back home. To which he says it was the right thing to do. You’ve been gone for so long. “And is everything alright for you?” “It’s been busy.” He nods and sips his tea, choosing his words carefully. “Taehyung’s certainly a handful.” As gentle as the man can be, he’s still a politician. He knows how to speak well. How to get what he wants. And as he stares from the corner of his eye, you give a polite smile, choosing to skirt around the issue. “I bet.” He switches tactics, deciding it’s safe enough to be upfront and direct. “Y/N, the reason I wanted to speak to you today was because I have a request. A favour. Your dad probably already told you about it and I know you rejected the offer, but I want you to reconsider.” “I’m….not sure if I’m the right one for the job,” you answer sincerely. Taehyung’s dad smiles and leans back into the sofa across from you. “Taehyung doesn’t have a lot of friends. Not now, not when he was growing up. He’s energetic and outgoing, but unfortunately not many like him. It’s overwhelming for them. They get annoyed. They treat him poorly. And he’s too honest. He won’t lie to make others like him.” The old man seems tired and he sighs. “It’s both a bad and good thing.” “Even now, he’s having a hard time,” he continues, “It’s my fault he’s constantly surrounded by security personnel. But he wants someone more discreet. Someone who can allow him more room to breathe and he won’t be...looked at so often. He wants you to be his personal bodyguard.” “If I can be frank, sir.” You address him in a distant manner, awkward despite how he’s told you to be comfortable with him. But in your new positions, it’s easier said than done. “Taehyung’s request might not be in his own or yours best interest.” “Hmm..” The polished man’s expression is tinged with amusement and curiosity. “Why do you say so?” “If given the opportunity, I believe he will undermine my position and attempt to get his own way. It would defeat the purpose of what you’re trying to achieve.” Taehyung’s father smiles and nods. “If that happens, I don’t think you’d allow him to do so.” He phrases it in a different way when he sees your hesitation. “He wouldn’t undermine you because you wouldn’t let him. But your father tells me you’re concerned that this wouldn’t be seen as…..impartial.” “I don’t want to achieve things through connections,” you express. “And that is a kind of integrity I respect.” He shifts in his seat, keeping his body language open and friendly. “It’s also a pleasure for me to tell you that your exceptional credentials and your prior history with Taehyung is enough to validate this position, even without any connections.” “Sir, my history with Taehyung is a connection on its own.” “Then it’s a connection that will be well leveraged in this position,” he affirms. “It’s a benefit. I insist, Y/N. No one is better suited for this than you. I know you and Taehyung had some issues here and there, but you’re the only one who’s stuck by the longest.” The President, no….the old man that you’ve known for decades bows his head and asks for a favour. “I trust you, Y/N. So, please, if you can. Protect my son.” It’s bewildering. It makes you baffled, speechless. You watch him, not knowing what to say. You’ve never been so sought after before, but there’s really no excuse you can make, no excuse you can think of. There was nothing for you here, nothing for you to do. An opportunity has presented itself and while you feel relatively apathetic towards the job, the desperate request has you re-considering for a long second before responding— “What will I need to do?” // “Taehyung...he was fond of you,” his father said. “He talked about you a lot. Even when you were gone.” Somehow, you doubt that. The blonde college student is pacing in front of you with hands behind your back. You’re unimpressed, expression washing over with impassiveness. While Seokjin promised you wouldn’t be put on babysitting duty, there’s no choice now that you’ve accepted this particular job. It’s hard to believe that the Taehyung you grew up with is this Taehyung. If not for his eyes, smile, and general mannerisms, you would’ve never guessed. He looks shabby, unemployed, like he hasn’t showered or looked at himself in the mirror in a couple of days. But maybe that suits him best — carefree, free spirited, doing what he wants without worrying about what anyone thinks. At least you can admire those qualities. “So….you’re my bodyguard now?” At your ongoing silence, Taehyung stops. “Why don’t you answer? Don’t you know it’s rude to ignore your boss?” He stares and you look at him blankly. Taehyung sharply inhales. “Listen here, dumbo. You have a lot to learn about me and my life, okay? So you’re gonna have to listen carefully. But for now, I guess it’s only right that I welcome you to my life. So welcome!” “Can you move?” you interrupt his theatrical introduction, “I’m trying to get to the washroom.” Taehyung’s grin falls as you brush past him. He follows after you, complaining, until you shut the door. It’s déjà vu — five minutes and you’ve already given up, letting him do whatever he wants.

#btsboulangerie #bts fanfic #bts scenario #taehyung fanfic #taehyung fluff

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shrimpfurai · 5 years ago

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The Gorka-4 Stays On

Language: English

Pairing: Shuhrat "Fuze" Kessikbayev/Marius "Jäger" Streicher

Words: 4,642

Summary: Fuze and Jäger need to thank Bandit for the brilliant idea.

NSFW; One Shot

Thank you for my lovey beta readers, @codename-alex and Chiku!

Enjoy!

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Another day with the same set of training and exercise that the Rainbow Team members had to go through—that was just the average routine in the Headquarters. Despite how the weather temperature is relatively hot, physical training is not something to be missed, especially when you’re a part of a special force; basking in the sun as you run for laps, rolling on the muddy ground and doing some climbing for the obstacle course. Then, what follows after is the target shooting practice—less exposed to the sun but not any easier than the PT.

For someone as active as Jäger, he sure enjoyed both sessions of training though he favored the PT more as it was a way for him to release the additional amount of energy that he has. It kept him away from boredom, so that’s a plus as well. Still, even energetic people need a rest and a good meal, and that’s clearly what the specialist was going to get.

Marius left the shooting range with a great contentment at heart—how could he not? He was granted the chance to watch the ‘Cryptic Shuhrat Kessikbayev’, or Fuze, whose part of his new identity is none other than Marius’s boyfriend. Sure, both him and Shuhrat had already been part of Rainbow for over 3 years, and the training is not something to be done individually, which means Marius has every opportunity to witness Fuze during training sessions. Somehow, observing the younger specialist has become his favorite thing to do ever since his curiosity regarding Fuze grew—Jäger wanted to know more about Shuhrat: his activities, his behavior, how he would react over something, you name it all.

Their relationship, however, has just begun roughly a month ago. It’s another story for another time, yes, but he knew for sure that by the time Fuze voiced his confession, Jäger had won something that he had yet to comprehend.

Fresh out of the shower, Marius, with his trademark helmet and mask along with a new set of his casual combat attire, headed straight towards the mess hall. The meal for today’s lunch was ready, but the specialist opted to just grab a small package of bagel and a chilled can of juice from the display refrigerator. He decided that he wasn’t so hungry anymore after chugging on a bottle of water right before he showered earlier. Marius’s steps then brought him to the rec room, not far away from the mess hall. He figured he could probably slouch himself on the couch and rest for a bit. Maybe he could also wait for Shuhrat and they could eat lunch together later on.

What he had planned eventually adjusted as he caught Bandit’s figure in sight, sitting on a chair with his back facing the doorway.

The latter – having heard someone coming into the room – slightly shifted from his initial position to greet the person none other than his teammate.

“Yo,” Bandit greeted, flashing a visible smirk as the fleece mask covering his face was pulled down. A glint of mirth reflected in his eyes as he continued, “Knew you’re going to head here, man.”

“What, your sense of ‘I miss Jäger’s presence’ tingling that much?” Though the lower half of his face was still covered, the other should be able to see Marius’s lips moving to form a grin underneath the mask, if he looked closely.

“Nah, I just heard you talking from miles away,” Bandit snickered.

Marius had to pause and actually think on the other’s words as he closed the door to the rec room. Then he moved himself to sit across the older man, facing the doorway. “That sarcasm?” he finally cracked the silence, genuinely inquiring Bandit’s earlier comeback.

“You think?” Bandit only gave a half shrug of his shoulders before he gulped on the soft drink he was holding, lips still bearing the same smirk.

For once, Marius was silenced by the social cue Bandit had given him, trying to figure out what the operator meant by those words. He recalled he didn’t even talk to anyone on his way here. Maybe that was sarcasm, after all?

The atmosphere was still for a few moments as neither of them continued the previous topic/banter. Marius was fiddling with the plastic securing the bagel, tearing open the package before he pulled down the mask covering the lower half of his face and took a bite of the baked good. He didn’t even bother to remove the dark visor of his helmet, leaving his eyes covered still. His gaze was fixated over the bagel as he munched on the food, wordlessly pondering, unaware of Bandit’s watchful gaze. Why is it named bagel? Why is the shape like this? Who’s the–

“Hard to believe you and Kessikbayev got together,” Bandit’s statement cut off Marius’s line of thoughts.

The ADS specialist shifted his gaze that instant from the food at hand to his talking companion, giving a long, invisible inquiring stare at the other. Why bring this up now? “Is it that hard to believe?”

“Sort of,” the older of the two admitted. “Thought hearing him actually talking is a miracle. Apparently the news of you two being together is of a greater miracle.”

“You just haven’t gotten used to it.”

“Psh, tell me something I don’t know.”

“Shuhrat is-“

“That was sarcasm, Marius,” Bandit cut him off before he received any news regarding Jäger’s findings on his ‘Fuze Facts’ research, rolling his eyes as he spoke.

“Right,” was all Marius said as he took the last bite of his bagel into his mouth. Truth to be told, Marius himself still wondered how they both ended up together. He would admit that their combination alone – personality wise – is the oddest he could think of. Not that he minded it though; he’s honestly comfortable around Shuhrat, and hopefully the other was, too. “Is it a good miracle or a bad miracle?” he cracked the fleeting silence with the query.

“Honestly? An odd one.”

Huh. Now that Bandit had said it, most people in the HQ would probably think the same—that they’re a peculiar couple, an unusual combination, or as Marius preferred: uniquely out of the ordinary.

“Seriously though,” Bandit started again, gulping on the soft drink before he continued, “imagine him…”

As Bandit spoke, Fuze opened the door to the rec room, making only small clicking noise as it opened. He stepped inside the room without a sound, trying to lighten the sound of his footsteps as he heard the occupants of the room were in the middle of a conversation. Apparently it was Jäger and Bandit. Upon having the sight of his boyfriend before him, Fuze lifted his hand and gave a small wave to greet him.

What is he talking about with Bandit anyway?

“…Saying, ‘Sorry, Marius’.” By the time Bandit continued, Marius averted his gaze as he noticed Fuze’s figure on the doorway, stepping closer to them as he waved a hand at him, “’The Gorka-4 stays on during sex’, pfft- HAHA!” and Bandit finally finished his ‘imagine Kessikbayev saying silly things’ session with a bark of laughter.

Oh, so that’s what they’re talking about.

“The Gorka-4 stays on during sex.” Shuhrat, having no intention to creep on them – on Bandit – announced his presence by saying the exact same thing as what Bandit told Jäger from behind the older German operator. The flick of amusement in his eyes and the half smirk remained concealed underneath his goggles and mask.

“Scheiβe—!“ Bandit couldn’t help but to cuss at the sudden additional voice. His body jerked from the seat out of startle and the hand holding the soft drink miraculously squeezed the can twisted to the point the remaining liquid burst out.

Marius’s only response was a joyful cackling sound, shoulders slightly rocking up and down with both hands holding onto his aching stomach. Bandit really did serve that epic comeback from Fuze.

Bandit managed to turn his head despite the shock, and once he snapped from the appalled state, he quickly retorted, “The hell are you doing sneaking around like that–?”

“I was looking for Marius,” came the gruff reply from behind Fuze's mask as he jerked his head lightly towards the said man, before turning to face the ADS specialist. “Lunch,” he curtly stated to Jäger. “I take it you haven’t had it.”

Marius’s laughter was reduced to a fit of chuckle as Bandit talked to Shuhrat. That one word from his boyfriend, however, was his cue to stop laughing. Not the smile though—that victorious grin was still visible on his lips. “Yeah, lunch,” he finally responded to the indirect invitation from the Spetsnaz operator with a nod of his head, pulling up his mask again as he got on his feet. “Well,” Marius turned to look at Bandit, “thanks for–“

“Ouch, you gonna leave me here by myself?” the older German interrupted before Marius even got to finish his sentence, playfully jutting his lips—resembling that of a sulking child. “I’m lonely, you know.”

“Find another company then,” Marius snorted in amusement upon the sight. Then, completely ignoring his friend’s attempt to make him stay, he grabbed onto Shuhrat’s wrist and brought his feet to the doorway, practically dragging his boyfriend to follow him. Just before he stepped out of the rec room, Marius halted on his way and turned his head just enough to look at Bandit and stated, “Or better yet, find yourself a boyfriend.”

“Alright, that’s it. You can go the fuck away, Marius, thank you very much,” Bandit scoffed. He knew damn well from Jäger’s singsong tone he was bearing a cocky smirk under that mask.

“You asked for it. Later, Dom!” with that, Marius brought his steps out of the room, snickering to himself, his palm still wrapped around Shuhrat’s wrist.

Just as they were passing through the long, quiet hallway, Marius gave a sideways glance to his boyfriend who was now walking next to him. “Were you eavesdropping on us earlier, Shuhrat?” The question coming out of his mouth broke the stillness between them.

“No,” Fuze answered. “I just happened to come looking for you at the right time.”

Even after a month being together, Marius is still having a hard time figuring out the tone underlying Shuhrat’s words, especially when the Spetsnaz still has his whole set of helmet on his head. The younger is just that good at controlling his voice when he speaks. “Well, your comeback was epic though!” No longer pondering the tone lying underneath his boyfriend’s words, Marius admitted, the satisfied grin back on his lips upon recalling the spitting image of Bandit being startled. “Hope you didn’t miss seeing his expression earlier,” he giggled.

Shuhrat only responded with a mere hum, ears sharp listening to how pleasant the giggling sounds coming from Jäger. Yes, this is lunch time, alright. He’s totally aware of that. It’s just that what he wanted to eat now wasn’t the meal cooked by the kitchen staffs. Shuhrat felt like eating a whole different meal, especially after that conversation in the rec room earlier. It was just his nature for not talking much anyways, but all along the short trip, his silence meant something else: he was trying to sort his mind, trying to clear whatever specks of dirty thoughts he had for a few minutes now—and Jäger’s somehow adorable attitude didn’t help him at all.

Of course this wasn’t to indicate that a month of their relationship has already filled with a lot of sexual intercourse—no, duties sort of keeping them away from having it in a constant timetable. Sure, they already had it once or twice but that’s just that, and it’s kind of what awakened Shuhrat’s yearning to touch Marius—he needed to feel him with his hands, against his own body.

Shuhrat’s steps stopped on its track. Yeah, that could wait another time, he mused to himself. For now though…Shuhrat could very well earned what he wanted in a subtler way.

Aware that Fuze didn’t budge from his standing spot when Marius tugged his wrist, the latter halted and turned around, staring quizzically towards the younger’s direction. Given no verbal explanation but a gentle tug on his forearm, this time it was Marius’s turn to follow Fuze’s pace who led them to the dark side of the hallway, the ones that the light or lightings couldn’t really reach.

There were pillars supporting the construction all along the hallway, and Shuhrat finally pulled Jäger to get behind one of them, gently pushing him to lean on it. Turning a blind eye on the probably quizzical expression from behind Jäger’s mask and visor, Fuze stood in front of him. His hands then began taking off his own mask, goggles, and finally, the helmet from his head. He was left only in his balaclava which wasn’t there for long as he swiftly yanked the thing off his head, exposing his entire face. His short tapered cut hair a bit tousled from the earlier motion. Putting his headgears on the floor next to where they stood, Shuhrat then focused solely on the very person before him; his hand reached out to unfasten the helmet safety before pulling it off of Marius’s head, followed by his mask next.

Ah, there he is.

A pair of slightly widened baby blue eyes was fixated on Shuhrat’s face—the eyes that reflected admiration and longing, and those eyes were still—haven’t even blinked even after a few moments Shuhrat taken off Jäger’s headgears. His boyfriend’s hair was the definition of endearing—those dark blond locks in Ivy League cut that suits Marius looked as fluffy as ever, slightly disheveled for the same reason as his own hair. Jäger’s expression, however, was the treasure he was looking for: the expression that looked at Shuhrat full with affection, amazement, and a hint of excitement as well as curiosity…and lust.

Marius honestly had no idea why in the hell Fuze suddenly dragged him to this spot and took off their headgears, but complaining about that is the least thing he had in mind—not when he could witness the handsome face of his boyfriend under the dim lighting. Seeing Shuhrat without his headgears is not something he could see on daily basis, especially when they’re outside the sleeping quarter. Now that he got the opportunity, he’s not going to waste it. He could swear despite having seen Shuhrat’s bare countenance before, Marius still couldn’t stop to stare at it—it was just gorgeous. Those walnut colored irises fixated on him, that unreadable expression typical of Fuze’s—these things, albeit trivial, always manage to make Marius’s cheeks colored in a shade of rosy pink, and it’s always these things that could silence the German operator in an instant.

“…Shuhrat?” Marius finally decided to break the silence, calling out the other’s name rather quietly. Once he heard a hum – a response – he carried on, “Our headgears…”

“I’m aware.” The reply was brief, and Shuhrat’s gloved hand that wasn’t holding Jäger’s helmet was already resting on the German’s face, palm cupping the red tinted pale cheek and thumb grazing on it. He silently regretted not taking off his gloves before touching Marius like this.

It’s hard for Marius not to relax when Fuze caressed his face like that. The gesture was gentle, even gentler than when his boyfriend handled the frail components when setting up the Cluster Charge devices. Most members of the Rainbow often perceive Fuze as someone grumpy due to his gruff demeanor, but Marius was pleased that he proved them wrong because here he was—standing face-to-face with the enigmatic Shuhrat Kessikbayev, being treated like some rare piece of component—he was handled with care.

Marius maintained the eye-contact with his boyfriend, and it was then that he noticed that the distance between their faces was closing up. It wasn’t long until his lips were sealed by Shuhrat’s chapped ones, meeting in a tender kiss that reflected their fondness to one another. Marius’s lids drooped little by little as the rest of the tension in his body left him, completely relaxing into the kiss. He finally closed his eyes, opting to just indulge in the warmth of their shared intimacy, both of his arms now clinging around Fuze’s shoulders, holding on for dear life so that he wouldn’t just slide down against the pillar—the way his lover kisses him just seems to always make him melt and he swears he could feel his feet weakened because of it.

Then the realization dawned on him: Marius had been missing Fuze’s presence way much more than he thought he did. He missed hearing his voice, missed seeing Shuhrat sitting in the workshop doing whatever he had to, missed telling Shuhrat things about something new that he read or watched, missed having him this close...must’ve been why he was kind of eager to drag the Spetsnaz to the mess hall to have lunch together. Marius, now not wanting to let go of the younger operator, willingly tilted his head to deepen the kiss just a bit, one hand resting on Fuze’s scalp and fingers softly gripping on the raven locks.

Shuhrat, on the other hand, still had his eyes open albeit his lids were drooped a little, refusing to just give up the glorious view before him. He had always liked it when they kiss like this; being able to witness how Jäger’s expression changes and notice how the older man relaxed under his touch somehow brings a sense of comfort within him. Jäger’s lips weren’t exactly plump yet they were so soft against his own—probably the softest lips he had ever kissed.

Noting how Jäger tilted his head, Shuhrat imitated the motion, tilting his head to further relish those lips he longs most, his hand now slid down to gently grasp on his lover’s nape. He let out a quiet grunt as the German clutched onto his locks, and couldn’t help but smirk against Jäger’s lips—glad to know he wasn’t the only one wanting this. Shuhrat flicked out the tip of his tongue, wetting the German’s lower lip with his saliva—a cue for entry permission in which Jäger granted the consent and willingly parted his lips. Shuhrat could hear how the smaller built man let out a content sigh as his tongue invaded Marius’s cavern. Right in this moment he decided to close his eyes at last, savoring the warmness and the hint of sweet that he picked up as soon as his tongue slipped in, appreciating their private moment in a totally non-private place.

It’s kind of an irony to know that Shuhrat once broke the engagement with his ex to take this path of life, fulfilling his duty in the military environment, only to be met with someone who he didn’t expect at all to be his boyfriend this very day. However, he knew that this time it was different, that this time, Shuhrat truly does love Marius—the energetic, inquisitive Mr. Chatterbox.

Frankly speaking, Shuhrat isn’t someone who favors spending his time with someone as active as Jäger—it just drains his energy to the point he felt the need to sleep right away after communicating with them. But Marius was…special. The German might be insensitive to social cues, but when he is informed that someone’s uncomfortable, he wouldn’t further bother the person, and Shuhrat respected him for that. Plus the fact that Jäger doesn’t always come to him to just have a casual chat but to also share some useful information nearly about anything—somehow he ended up looking forward for Jäger to come to him again to do just that. He couldn’t get enough of how excited Marius sounds when he passes the information to him.

What got Shuhrat totally hooked was how the older operator often wonders about his teammates’ well-beings, occasionally telling Shuhrat about his qualms over his teammates when they happen to converse. He was honestly amused and fond at the same time with the way the German openly shows his concerns like that. Not even Shuhrat himself would be so frank about it.

“Shuhrat—“

The way Jäger rasped out his name in between the kisses – soft voice wrapped in fervent lust, combined with quiet whines and restrained moans that followed afterwards – brought him back to the present. He could hear how the other’s breathing turned uneven. Breathe—he had to let Marius breathe, and with that, he decided to pull away from the kiss after giving a light suck on Jäger’s lower lip, leaving a trail of saliva connecting their mouth when their faces parted a few inches away.

Marius heaved a relieved sigh once their lips were no longer connected—he swore he was almost unable to control the noises leaving his mouth, not with his half-hard erection that was evident through his combat pants. Had the kiss lasted any longer, he’d probably give away their position with a louder yelp and end up telling whoever near their spot what they’re doing in such a disgraceful way. He worked on an attempt to even his breaths, resting his head against the pillar where he was leaning his back on, arms still around Fuze’s shoulders but his gaze still lingered on the Spetsnaz’s face.

Shuhrat’s eyes hadn’t let go the sight of his lover’s face since he put a halt on the kissing earlier, his gaze scrutinizing Jäger’s flushed countenance. The tint of red against the German’s pale skin really did make a good combination—the sight was refreshing to him. He always takes his time observing his lover’s face whenever they’re having such intimate moments, imprinting each expressions and reactions on his mind for a self-reminder of what Jäger likes and doesn’t. Shuhrat couldn’t help the faint smile creeping on his lips upon seeing his lover’s attempt to return his breathing to normal—it was adorable, a word he’d associate with Marius every now and then.

Height wise, Jäger and him share the same height, but not for their body built and weight. He’s aware that Shuhrat himself is bulkier than Marius – probably why he thinks that Jäger is a small bean, as people put in phrase – and why he constantly has the urge to look after the older man, the urge to protect him.

Jäger’s helmet on Shuhrat’s hand was long gone – dropped onto the floor when they were making out earlier – and now he rested both hands on his lover’s hips, gently clasping it in his grips. Their eye-contact was unbroken: him monitoring Jäger’s change of expression and Jäger staring at him with half-lidded eyes, emanating invitation to do more with him—and that was exactly what Shuhrat was going to do. He was beyond happy to provide more ‘service’ for the older man, especially if it meant that he could get more of those delicious whimpers from his lover.

Maybe Shuhrat would really have an entirely different meal for his lunch, after all.

Sensing how Jäger’s arms around his shoulders were pulling him closer, Shuhrat complied with the German’s demand and flowed with the motion. His large figure loomed over Jäger’s slender one as he leaned forward, leaving tender kisses each on his lover’s forehead, cheeks, nose, chin, and lips—lingering there a bit longer. Marius’s soft chuckles could be heard as he laid those kisses on his entire countenance. Those chuckles, however, soon ceased to exist the moment Shuhrat cupped Jäger’s chin with his thumb and forefinger, tilting his head just enough for him to gain access and trail his kisses to his lover’s neck, causing the older man to produce a suppressed whimper. Lovely, Shuhrat mused upon sensing his own erection twitching at the noise Jäger made.

Marius, powerless under the trance of Fuze’s stream of kisses on the crook of his neck, could only do so far as burying his face on his lover’s shoulder to prevent himself from being even more louder than he already had, biting onto the fabric of Shuhrat’s Gorka suit. Had he known the Spetsnaz would relentlessly attack him like this, he would’ve asked him to move to a more secured place.

“Mmn- Shuhrat-,“ a mention of his lover’s name once again escaped from his lips, in an attempt to warn him that it was his sensitive spot where Fuze was nibbling on and that he’d probably let out a real moan this time if he continued. “Shuhr–ah-!” the name he was about to call out was cut off by his own startled yelp, but he put effort to warn Fuze once again, “Shuhrat, that’s—“ Marius hadn’t even got to finish his sentence when a different sound interrupted him—apparently it was his own stomach growling.

Shuhrat also heard that distinguished sound and stopped what he was doing. He was well aware of that sound, thus he pulled away only to look at his lover’s face. They stared at each other, blinking their eyes in sync a few times, before Marius’s hearty laughter filled the atmosphere surrounding them.

“That was the worst timing ever- Sorry,” the German managed to say after his laughter died down, his lips carrying an embarrassed smile.

“Don’t mind it,” Shuhrat replied, placing a soft kiss on Jäger’s cheek, his own lips bearing a lopsided grin as he completely pulled away from the older man. “I guess that’s our cue to continue in private,” he said again as he bent down to retrieve his lover’s headgear before he carried on as he handed it over to Jäger, “after lunch, of course.”

“Yeah, after lunch sounds good.” Marius couldn’t hold back the eloquent grin forming on his lips, taking his headgear from Fuze’s hand.

Neither of them said anything as they were fiddling with their headgears, putting the masks back on as well as the goggles/visor and helmet. They both could’ve just gone over to the mess hall without having their headgears on since they were about to have their meals, but this way, they could at least cover the evidence of their intimate moments that literally had just ended from their facial expressions.

“So,” Marius started as he fastened his helmet safety, his voice slightly muffled now that he had his mask covering the lower half of his face, “Will the Gorka-4 stay on?” The ADS specialist couldn’t help but to grin at his own words.

Shuhrat, knowing damn well what his lover was talking about, didn’t answer right away and focused on putting his helmet on, then his mask, and finally his goggles, adjusting it to his own comfort. Then he diverted his attention to Jäger. Instead of giving a clear answer, he returned the question to his lover, “Do you want it on?”

“Can we try?” Without thinking much, Marius requested, actually curious to see how the younger would look with his uniform on during their sexual intercourse later.

“Only if you want to.”

Marius’s grin widened at that. “The Gorka-4 will stay on then,” he announced, in which Fuze only hummed at that as a response.

“Lunch?” Shuhrat inquired after a few seconds, which earned him a nod of approval from the older man.

“Starving, apparently.” At that, they both chuckled once again, recalling what was interrupting their quality time earlier.

“Let’s get you some good meal then,” Shuhrat motioned towards the dining hall with a nod of his head, then reached out to hold Jäger’s gloved hand in his. The German complied, holding onto Shuhrat’s hand, and with that they both emerged from their ‘hiding’ and headed towards the mess hall—side by side and hand in hand.

One thing was clear for them both: they need to thank Bandit tomorrow for the brilliant idea.

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jzixuans · 6 years ago

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Hey, I've been feeling down recently and was wondering if you had any Logince headcannons. Platonic or romantic work, whichever you feel more comfortable with. Sorry if I'm bothering you.

aw lad don’t worry about bothering me i’m glad to share some headcanons ! i hope you feel better soon!

now, might i interest you in some childhood friends-to-enemies-to-friends-to-lovers logince? [PREPARE FOR A LONG ASS BULLET FIC I’M SO SORRY (google docs says it’s 4.2k words oh my god)]

they’ve known each other since the first grade because oh my god they were neighbours

they were the kind of childhood friends that were aware of each other’s presence and they hung out a little on the playground and worked on group projects but they didn’t really click

there WERE occasions tho where their parents would sit them down together for play dates bc one or more of said parents were Occupied with Important Adult Stuff

and since this was way back when they were wee lil smols, they were hyperactive lil children

so they played lots of adventure games, lots of role-playing, play fighting, that kind of stuff (twas often the dashing daring prince accompanied by his wise magickal advisor)

okay, so maybe they did click, but only a little (so they say)

they liked most of the same stuff, reading, learning, doing stuff with all that knowledge in those big brains of theirs, and that was pretty much the base of their close-but-not-that-close-friendship

and then they got older, and as all kids do, they started prioritizing different things

logan still loved learning and applying that knowledge, but it was more of a ‘learn and apply what knowledge can make you really successful’ and that was how he found his love of science

for roman, it was more of a ‘take what you’ve learned and use it to create your own path to success’ because he planned to go into music and theatre

as a result of this, both boys were exceptional students, except logan cared maybe a little too much about the academics and roman not enough

as the years went by, logan threw himself into studying, making schedules and routines so that he could make sure he knows what he needs to know and maybe a little bit more on the side, who cares if he lost an hour of two of sleep?

roman just learned to go with the flow, so he took everything in stride, took in what he needed, left the rest, and focused on his art instead, even if he’s started to grow an unhealthy apathy to school

and maybe logan falls just short of perfect on his tests, and he looks over and roman has glowing one hundreds in red ink on his

logan looks back down at his and the teacher has written ‘Think outside the box!’

meanwhile logan answers every question in class with scary accuracy, beaming with pride whenever the teacher praises him, and after school that same day roman gets pulled aside with an ‘I know you’re smart, so why don’t you want to put in the work?’

of course logan’s parents wonder why his grades don’t match his progress work, and roman’s parents wonder how he can spend all his time singing and dancing and still come out with high nineties (“is he cheating?”)

and the two have been drifting apart enough as it was, but now they kind of hate each other because ‘why can’t i just be more like him?’

logan starts hating roman because ‘he doesn’t even CARE, how is he doing better than me?’ (part of him misses the days when roman cared so much about anything and everything)

roman starts hating logan because ‘he’s so stiff and condescending, why can’t he just be happy for me?’ (and part of him misses when logan would so willingly stand by his side as his faithful warlock advisor)

so naturally, competition just kind of,,,, grows between them, until they’re constantly at each other’s throats and everyone else watching the shitshow go down has absolutely no idea where the hell all this animosity came from

at this point logan has a new friend in virgil fray and roman has befriended patton hart (virgil and patton know not to bring up the boys’ ‘rivalry’)

of course, being neighbours, they can’t exactly escape each other, and their rooms are adjacent to each other’s (they used to just lean out their windows and talk side by side, but they haven’t in yEARS)

so it’s nearing summer, and it’s hot out so roman’s working on his homework with the window open when he hears this cry of frustration, the angry pushing back of a chair, and the throwing open of the door

his first thought is one of smug satisfaction knowing that logan is dealing with school worse than he is, but then a flash of black catches his eye underneath his window

he makes it to the window just in time to see logan hop the fence in his backyard, and that only means one thing: he’s going to the old park behind their houses

neither of them have touched that park in ages

roman is Intrigued™, so he caps his pen, turns off his lamp and tells his parents he’s going for a walk before dashing out the back door

when he gets to the park, logan’s somehow managed to climb on top of the roof of the play structure

and roman ain’t slick so he just stands at the bottom and yells up to him

and logan is Lost In Thought so he nearly falls off (lbr roman thought it was funny)

“what are you doing here?”

“well excuse me, suck-rates, i happened to notice that you weren’t doing too hot and wanted to see if you were okay.”

“like you’ve ever cared.”

“woah there, is blink 180-ew rubbing off on you?”

“lay off of him.”

“alright, alright, fine. forgive me for checking in on you.”

“you have a horrible way of showing people that you care, then.”

“well you have a horrible way of being a good friend.”

it just kind of,,,, slipped out, and now both boys are Oh Shit

but both boys are also not the type to back down from their feelings so they kind of have the Silent Stare-Off of Stubborness

roman decides to be the bigger person (bc any chance to one-up logan) and cave first

“so uh, what’s been bothering you?” (psh you thought he was gonna apologize first? not yet fam)

logan rolls his eyes bc this asshole amirite, but he wants to vent and this is probably his best opportunity to tell roman what’s really been bugging him

“i don’t know how you manage to do it.”

“do what?”

“do so well in school! you don’t even try!” and damn dude that one stings because he sounds exactly like his parents and every other teacher

“so you’re angry because you’re jealous that i’m better than you at everything.”

“that’s not what i meant and you know it.”

“i’ll have you know that i do try.”

“but you don’t care.”

“about school.”

“what?”

“i mean yeah, sure, i don’t care about school that much because i don’t really need it to go into music or theatre, but i still do my work.”

“but―”

“don’t you dare say anything about my grades because you know damn well that you’re smarter than me.”

“am not―”

“besides, weren’t you the one that told me in the fifth grade that ‘grades don’t mean shit’? my my, what a foul mouth for ten-year-old logan crane.”

“shut up.”

“nah.”

and by now logan’s decided that roman’s probably not going to rip his head off so he climbs down to stand beside him

and maybe the sun is setting bc i’m a classy romantic

and they’re having a Soft Quiet Moment

“…please don’t tell me that school was the only reason why u hated me.”

“… why did you hate me?” smh lo you’ve got to stop deflecting

“…”

“are you kidding me.”

“YOU STARTED IT”

“what no you did shut up”

and wOw now it’s awkward so

“oh would you look at that, it’s getting late, my parents are gonna think that i’m slacking again, better go. good talk let’s do this again sometime okay byee” and whoop roman just zooms off

and logan realizes that maybe roman’s life isn’t as perfect as he makes it out to be

but too late roman’s gone and he doesn’t want to look like he’s following him so he waits a good half hour before trekking back home

logan doesn’t finish his homework that night because he’s too busy rethinking the past many many years

the next day, he’s frantically trying to cram his work in during his lunch period

virgil takes one look at him and he says “dude, are you okay?”

“no”

“cool, let me know if i can do anything to help.” and maybe it’s a cold answer but logan and virgil are cold edgy people so that’s just how they do

after like twenty minutes virgil takes out his earbuds like “you haven’t complained or sent one angry glare in roman’s direction what the fuck is up kyle”

“i’m just…. stressed.”

virgil, externally: “yeah of course i feel u dude.”

virgil, internally: “i’ve seen you start a project at 3am the morning it was due without breaking a sweat but go off i guess.”

skip to later that night, logan finished his shit (he needed a distraction from the Roman Crisis) so he leans out his window for some Fresh Summer Night Air

and oho would you look at that roman had that sa m e i d ea

but it’s one of those clear nights where you can actually see the stars and logan just got roman off his mind so he’s a lil distracted

but of course roman notices and now that they’ve gotten some of their ‘rivalry’ out of the way, he remembers how much logan loved to drag him out to the park as late as they were allowed to stay up to watch the stars, and logan looks so at peace here (he’s only really seen logan’s angry face recently)

roman wants to say something, because part of him really wants to make up with logan

but before he can work up the courage he’s interrupted by his mom calling him

“roman! are you done all your work?”

“yeah, mom! almost!”

“you better be going to sleep early tonight!”

and roman is about to duck back inside before he gets yelled at even more but oh no too late logan’s already noticed and now he’s staring at him

“uh, hey.”

“hi.”

“are you, uh, are you feeling better?”

“for the most part, yes.”

“that’s good. look, uh, i gotta go, but i’ll see you at school?”

“oh, right, yes. good night, roman.”

“night, lo.”

roman falls back into his room with a crash because ‘oh my god why was that more nerve-wracking than any performance i’ve ever done?”

logan sinks back against his wall with a sigh because ‘is roman avoiding me now?’

the next day at school the two actually say hi to each other in the hallway and it’s like the entire world stops moving. students are staring and whispering, virgil and patton exchange looks, and logan and roman only just now realize how big their rivalry had gotten

the two lock eyes and burst into laughter because something as simple as a passing greeting in the hallway has turned the school on its head

and the rest of the school has absolutely no idea what just happened when the two part ways, virgil and patton trailing behind them, dumbfounded

they catch each other on the way home, though they walk in silence

that night, they’re back at their windows, side by side once more, and they exchange small talk

a couple weeks later, exams are coming up around the corner and both boys are stressed out of their minds

logan’s still working well past midnight when he hears the old creak of roman’s window opening

“i see your lamp. are you still up?” he hears roman whisper, and maybe it’s the late hour, but his voice is hoarse and wobbly, and logan is most certainly not used to hearing that

“that’s a ridiculous question, of course i’m still up,” logan replies, still not looking up from his computer because his history final project is due in two days

except roman doesn’t reply, and all he can hear from his direction is shaky laughter, and then a wet sniff

“of course i’m ridiculous. it’s not like i’m smart or anything.”

“what?”

“if i were smart i wouldn’t’ve procrastinated this english paper and i could probably be getting some sleep right now,” roman continues like he forgot that logan was there

“roman―“

“and sure, i can do other stuff, but it’s not like it matters or anything, not to my mom, or mr. schmitt, or you―”

“roman!”

roman’s babbling stops and logan worries that he’s scared him off until he looks up and sees roman leaning halfway out his window and now logan’s worried that roman’s going to fall out and break his neck on his patio

roman’s eyes are red and his nose is rubbed raw from crying. his usually-perfectly-coiffed hair is messy and greasy from running his hands through it, his clothes are rumpled, and his grip on the windowsill is trembling

yet he’s still half out the window, eyes comically wide, and logan can’t help but shake his head at how big a dork he is

“i’m sorry.”

roman’s so startled that his elbows buckle and he barely manages to land back in his room so he doesn’t fall (didn’t expect logan to apologize first, didya?)

he’s barely back out the window when logan starts talking again

“i shouldn’t have dismissed you so quickly. you are intelligent and you are capable and you absolutely didn’t deserve any of my anger or bitterness or hatred. for that, i’m sorry.”

roman is, SHOCKED, to say the least. when they were kids, usually it was roman who apologized first, if at all, logan only after being prompted to by parents or teachers (which might’ve contributed to their drifting apart)

“i’m― thank you.”

there’s a pause because it’s late and logan is really really bad at this

“i’m sorry, too. i only really hated you because everyone kept comparing us. that wasn’t really fair of me.”

“i guess not.”

“so i guess we both agree that we’re both assholes.”

“essentially.”

“cool.”

“what were you going to talk to me about?” and roman has an ‘oh yeah’ because he completely forgot what he came out here for

“i guess i just missed doing this.”

“i did too.”

and they’re not completely in the clear, because they have years of hurt to clean up, but in that moment, they just sit and talk, and maybe missing one assignment amongst a whole year of perfect grades won’t hurt

they’re butts tired in the morning but neither of them regret it, regardless of virgil and patton’s comments of ‘how much sleep did you get last night? you look like you’re about to pass out.’

that weekend, their finals are all handed in, exams don’t start until the next week, and they’re both sick and tired of studying so logan invites roman over and they lounge in his star-speckled room, talking about everything and nothing

roman’s busy going through logan’s stuff (“what? i haven’t been in here since the summer before the seventh grade”) so logan has a free minute to just,, watch him, and he just now realizes how much he missed having this ball of energy in his life (in a positive way)

after that day, the tension between them is almost gone and conversations are so much easier (virgil and patton get to sigh in relief because ‘thank god, i love them, but they needed to get their shit together’)

but alas, exams approach and roman calls logan late one night, in tears and stressed beyond relief, begging him to meet him at the park (he would’ve called patton, but patton’s never really been under forced academic pressure, and logan’s just a smidge more familiar for him)

logan’s out of the house without another thought, and he sees roman sitting up on the monkey bars with his knees tucked up to his chest (‘oh my god roman don’t you dare fucking fall’)

“i’m sorry, you were probably sleeping, but i just needed to get out of the house and―”

“please don’t apologize for reaching out. what― what’s wrong?”

“i just can’t! my mom’s been threatening to pull me out of music if i don’t do well on this exam because ‘math is more important than music’ but i don’t know anything! i’ve been scraping by pretty well on tests but i can’t fucking study and none of the information is sticking and―”

“roman, you’re hyperventilating. you need to breathe―”

“don’t tell me what to do!” roman regrets this Immediately because logan recoils his hand like he’s been burned. great, just another thing to feel Bad about. “i-i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have snapped at you.”

if this was a month or two ago, logan would’ve had a scathing remark about roman’s inability to control himself but now he just places his hand back on roman’s shoulder and taps gently with his finger

“you remember that school assembly from grade nine? the one about mental health?”

“yeah?”

“can you do that breathing exercise?”

“probably”

ten minutes later, roman’s cried himself out and he’s stopped hyperventilating but he can’t seem to stop his hands from shaking

logan has absolutely no idea what to do but he’s seen patton do it before with some of the younger kids so he holds his arms out (v awkwardly) and goes, “would you― would it be― would a hug help?”

this gets a lil laugh out of roman because he’s trying and that’s adorable so now he’s cry-laughing into logan’s shoulder

“your mother sounds an awful lot like your horrendous dragon witch. i suppose we must simply team up to defeat her.”

roman draws away so fast he bumps into logan’s chin

“OH MY GOD YOU REMEMBER THAT”

“like i could forget it”

“oh my god”

“i mean, i wanted to, but those were… fun times.”

“hell yeah they were.”

“when’s your exam? i can help you study, if you want.”

“in about seven hours.”

“…change of plans, you’re coming back with me, you’re going to sleep for six, wake up, get a cup of tea, and we’re going to do a brief review before school.”

“…okay.”

so they walk back to logan’s house (roman makes sure to tack a note to his bedroom door for his parents, he’ll face the consequences later), and they just, collapse into a pile of leggy boi on logan’s bed (they were too tired to argue about formalities)

logan wakes up with roman clinging to his chest and he very sorely misses that warm cuddly heat but Nope he is Determined™ to help roman get that bread

so he wakes roman up, plops his notes down in front of him and tells him to flip through it while he goes to make breakfast

roman is a jittery Mess all the way up to the exam, but logan promises that he’d be waiting in the cafeteria for him (it was his lunch period’s exam day so he a Free Boi) and he leaves roman with a “you are more capable than you know. you already have everything you need to succeed. and no matter what, you are valid.”

two hours later, roman comes out and he has Zero Confidence in his results, but logan greets him with a clap on the shoulder and the reassurance that “at least you’re done with this.”

they meet up with virgil and patton and go for lunch, and oho, perhaps this is the beginning of a New Squad

at the end of the week, on exam review day logan’s waiting out in the hallway to go to his next class to see his results when he sees roman sprinting down the hall with the biggest grin on his face

“i got an 84!!! thank you, you beautiful blessed nerd!!” because honestly? roman expected nothing more than a 52 so this was a very pleasant surprise, and now roman’s hugging logan so tight that logan swears he heard his elbow pop

the other students of the school are still processing because it was literally only been a little over a month since they started talking to each other again, and anyone out of the loop just got hella whiplash

(and if this burst of happiness and gratitude left a weird, bubbly feeling in logan’s stomach, well, he’ll just keep that to himself)

the next few summer days are spent hanging out, in their rooms, at their windows, at the park, and sometimes, virgil and patton join them

sometimes they’re in roman’s room, roman typing away on his computer with a dozen open notebooks scattered around him while logan lays on his bed, and the two bounce ideas back and forth for the next adventures of the daring prince c and his faithful advisor logos

and then they’re two weeks into the summer break, virgil’s off visiting family in china for the next few weeks and patton’s in the caribbean, so they’re just aimlessly tossing a ball back and forth in roman’s room while they talk about their futures and stuff because “oh my god they’re gonna be high school s e n i o r s in the fall“ ((‘gee, blink, don’t u think that’s a lot of drama for 16 y/os?’ yes absolutely, shut up))

roman chucks the ball at logan, who catches it in one hand and he’s smirking and roman has to take a moment to catch his breath because ‘why was that so hot omg’

over the next couple weeks the two are basically joined at the hip, and when they’re not hanging out, they’re texting or calling each other and it finally feels like they’re really making up for lost time

at the same time, they may or may not be falling for each other and they have no idea what to do with these Feelings™

logan doesn’t know how to what to do because virgil is v aro and the only other person he can talk to is roman, whOM HE HAS A CRUSH ON

meanwhile roman is v frantically texting patton like bro pls call me as soon as u get back there’s a cute boy hELP

it’s nearing the beginning of august when the two go into town to get food and ice cream and they’re laughing and joking and waving melted strawberry ice cream in each other’s faces and they’re sitting on a bench when they lean in real close mid laugh and ‘oh no his face is rIGHT THERE’

they draw away real quick but both of them realize that ‘that wasn’t horrible?’ and they slowly look back at each other and ‘oh.’

“is this―”

“um―”

“is this― i mean if you want it to be ― is this a date?” and roman holds his breath because ‘dear god, please say yes’

“i’d like it to be, yes.” logan is terrified because he does n o t want to fuck this up

except now roman has the biggest grin and he absolutely does not care that he’s got ice cream dripping onto his leg

roman tackles logan into a hug because ‘he’s on a date with logan fucking crane’

logan is thrilled because now he gets to keep this excitable ball of energy who’s made him smile and laugh more in the past couple months than he has in years

(no diss against virgil and patton, but they can’t relate to logan and roman as well as, well, logan and roman)

they both have ice cream on themselves but neither can be bothered to care at this moment because they’re so damn happy

even after they go home that night, they stay up real late at their windows, side by side, just appreciating the company

it’s the next day, and they’re at the park, the sun is setting ((listen,,,, it’s an aesthetic)) and they’re sitting on the swings, holding hands ((they’re in love, babey!!))

“are we… does this make us boyfriends now?” logan is a v technical, official terminology person, of course he’d be the one to ask

“if you want to be boyfriends.”

“i don’t think i’d be asking if i didn’t.”

“then yeah, yeah we’re boyfriends.”

logan walks back into his house with a giant smile, and he plays that event over and over and over again in his mind as he lies awake in bed that night

roman calls patton immediately

and they may or may not scream about it together

logan sends virgil a short text that goes along the lines of ‘roman and i are dating now’ but in real life he’s so giddy that his fingers shake as he types it out

they have their first kiss in roman’s bedroom a couple days later

when school rolls back around in the fall, they walk through the doors hand in hand

and now their rivalry is nothing but a legend that the seniors tell the freshmen whenever someone complains about ‘that one couple that keeps making out in the math wing stairwell, excuse me, i just want to get to class’

#logince #romantic logince #logan sanders #roman sanders #ts logan #ts roman #thomas sanders #sanders sides #blink writes #long post #anon #cursing tw #i am sO SORRY THIS IS LATE #I HOPE UR FEELING BETTER BUDDY

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undyingembers · 5 years ago

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Character Interview - Katala

I haven’t really been tagged for this one. I just wanted an excuse to write about my Pathfinder: Kingmaker OC. I love her so much!

I think I’ll tag @queen-scribbles to give her an excuse to talk about her OC’s.

Minor spoilers for PFKM

name ➔ Hi! The name’s Katala. Queen Katala now, I guess.

are you single ➔ *Grins* Nope!

are you happy ➔ Fuck yes! It’s great to be queen!

are you angry ➔ I don’t really get angry unless I’m raging, so no.

are your parents still married ➔ Yeah, my dads still are.

NINE FACTS

birth place ➔ I’m from Brevoy. My family was part of a community of Ulfens who immigrated there.

hair colour ➔ Brown

eye colour ➔ Also brown

birthday ➔ Calistril 24th

mood ➔ Right now, I’m pumped! My moods kind of go all over the place. I just can’t stay still! My dad calls it my “temperament”, but to hells with that! I’ll do what I want, thank you very much!

color scheme ➔ I love red. Greens, browns, and other earth tones are fine too.

gender ➔ I’m a woman thank you very much.

summer or winter ➔ Summer definitely. I love it when it’s daylight out!

morning or afternoon ➔ Morning, I guess. It’s a good time to practice with weapons or run with my dog when it’s not too hot.

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

are you in love ➔ Hmmm yes!

do you believe in love at first sight ➔ I don’t know. I think it happened with me and Tristian, but I’m not sure. I definitely love him now, though, and he tells me he felt that way about me when we first met, so…*blushes*

who ended your last relationship ➔ Me. My last boyfriend had no idea what he wanted in life, and I had my own goals and plans I wanted to do.

have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔ *Goes uncharacteristically quiet* I think I hurt Nyrissa.

are you afraid of commitments ➔ Hells no! Like with everything else, I give it everything I’ve got!

have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ Oh Hells yes! Everyone in my group/court worth a damn has experienced one of my bone-crushing bear hugs at least a few times.

have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ A few. I know I’m hot, but I am pretty intimidating.

have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ Uh…no…? What kind of question is that?

SIX CHOICES

love or lust ➔ Hmm…both. I mean, I definitely need that emotional connection, but I also have to take care of myself physically, if you know what I’m saying.

lemonade or iced tea ➔ I prefer a cold beer, myself.

cats or dogs ➔ Dogs, definitely! Did you see the pony-sized monster I brought with me?!

a few best friends or many regular friends ➔ Hmm. Probably a few close friends. I’m a really affectionate person, so I need that closeness.

wild night out or romantic night in ➔ Depends. When it’s with friends, then definitely a rawdy night at the tavern! But I love to have my cuddles with Tristian as well.

day or night ➔ Day.

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

been caught sneaking out ➔ Maayyybeee. Both when I was kid and when I want to escape the palace.

fallen down/up the stairs ➔ Sometimes I get a little overzealous and don’t watch where I’m going. Doesn’t stop me, though.

wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ Oh gods, yes! I wanted the barony, then I wanted the barony to be safe, then I wanted to make it the biggest, bestest barony ever…

wanted to disappear ➔ Psh. Nah. Why rob the world of my awesomeness?

been involved in a fight you thought you couldn’t win ➔ Maybe a couple of times, but I’m always confident that I can walk away from whatever I get myself into.

FOUR PREFERENCES

smile or eyes ➔ Umm…smile I guess? Seriously, what kind of question is that?

shorter or taller ➔ No preference, though I’m really tall, so a lot of people are shorter than me.

intelligence or attraction ➔ Attraction.

hook-up or relationship ➔ I’m actually not a one-night-stand kind of gal. I need someone I can pour all my energy into.

FAMILY

do you and your family get along ➔ Kind of. I get along well enough with my dads, I guess. Haven’t really forgiven them, though.

would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ Not really. It was fine, I guess.

have you ever ran away from home ➔ Yeah, but I was already practically an adult at that point, so it doesn’t really count.

have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ Never.

FRIENDS

do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔ No. If I have a problem with someone, I let them know.

do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ I think so. I love everyone in my group.

who is your best friend ➔ Tough one. Probably Linzi. Who wouldn’t like her? I’m also pretty close to Valerie, even though I’m sure I’ve pissed her off more than a few times.

who knows everything about you ➔ Well, Linzi wrote a book about me. I’m a pretty open book. With me, what you see is what you get.

#PFKM #Katala #baroness katala #character interview

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xicana-afrolatinx · 5 years ago

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All the questions

1:When did you lose your virginity?

I was 17 1/2

2: Rough sex or soft sex?

Rough forsure

3: Do you have any unusual kinks/fetishes?

Not really

4: Weirdest place you’ve had sex?

I’ve said this story a million times, go look for it lmao

5: Favourite sex position?

Missionary forsure

6: Do you like to be dominant or submissive?

Submissive

7: Have you ever had any one night stands?

Nope!

8: Sex on the bed, couch or the floor?

Bedddd

9: Have you ever had sex in a public place?

Yes

10: Have you ever been caught masturbating?

Nope

11: What does your favourite sexy underwear look like?

Crotchless, red, lacy, and with pearls 😍

12: How often do you have sex?

Well, we’re in quarantine now, so...

13: Is there anybody right now you’d like to have sex with?

Yesss

14: Do you prefer giving or receiving oral sex?

Giving

15: Most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to you during sex?

Having it with the wrong person ayyeeee

16: A song you’d listen to during hard/rough/kinky sex?

Buddy, I have a whole playlist

17: A song you’d listen to during soft/slow/passionate sex?

Same as 16

18: Are you into dressing up for sex?

YES

19: Would you prefer sex in the bath or sex in the shower?

Bath!!

20: If you could have sex with anyone right now, who would it be?

My mans

21: Have you ever had a threesome? If not, would you?

No and no

22: Do you/would you use sex toys?

Yes

23: Have you ever sent someone a dirty text/picture?

Duh 🤪

24: Would you have sex with your best friend?

I do lmaoooooo

25: Is there anything you do after sex? (for example, smoke, eat, drink)

Pee lmaooo Gotta prevent UTI’s!!!

26: Something that will never fail to get you horny?

Neck kissing

27: Early morning sex or late night sex?

Early morning is always fire 🥵

28: Favourite body part on the opposite sex?

Bootyyyyyy

29: Favourite body part on the same sex?

Legs!

30: Something that you have hidden in your room that you don’t want anyone to find:

All of my sex toys lmaooo

31: Weirdest sexual act some has performed [or tried to perform] on/with you:

Idk what would be considered “weird”

32: Have you ever tasted yourself? [If no, would you?] [If yes, what did you think?]

Yes, and eh?

33: Is it ever okay to not use a condom:

I don’t, so...

34: A food that you would like to use during a sexual experience:

Something citrus

35: Worst possible time to get horny:

When you’re about to leave for a family function

36: Do you like it when your sexual partner moans?

YEESSSSSSSS

37: How much fapping is too much fapping:

To where it hurts?

38: Best sexual complement you ever got:

Head game strong

39: Favorite foreplay activities:

Making out is my favvvvv. Always will be.

40: What do you wear to bed?

Nothing

41: When was the first time you masturbated:

Psh, like middle school

42: Do you have any nude/masturbating pictures/video of yourself?

A ton.

43: Have you ever/when was the last time you had sex outside?

It’s been a minute.

44: Have/would you ever have sex in public?

Yes

45: Have/would you ever had a threesome?

Already asked

46: What is one random object you’ve used to masturbate?

Handle of a textured hairbrush

47: Do you watch gay/lesbian porn? why/why not?

No, it’s just not my thing.

48: Do you like oral sex? (why/why not)

Not on me lmao

49: How do you feel about tattoos on someone you are interested in?

It better be good ones

50: How would you feel about taking someones virginity?

I’ve taken 3 of those.

51: Is there any food you would NOT recommend using during a sexual encounter?

Deep dish pizza

52: Would you rather be a pornstar or a prostitute?

Porn Star

53: Do you watch porn?

Yes

54: Have you ever been called a freak? Why?

Yes, cause I do freak-like things.

55: Do you feel comfortable going “commando”?

Yuh

56: Would you have a problem with going down on someone if they hadn’t shaved their pubic hair?

Nah

57: If you could give yourself head, would you?

Yeah

58: Booty or Boobs?

Bootayyyy

59: Have you ever cheated on someone? (Why?)

Nah

60: If you were the other sex for a day, what are five things you would do?

Masturbate, pee, ask where the hoes at, use my male privilege to stand up for women, and beat some people up that deserve it.

61: have you ever watched someone masturbate?

Yes

62: has anyone ever watched you masturbate?

Yes

63. Have you ever had an erection and someone noticed?

It’s MA’AM

64. What is your method of masturbation? (ie. toys, clitorial, prostate)

Toys!!

65. What is your bra/penis size?

38C

66. What is the strangest thing you have ever put up your vagina/anus?

Smol peener

67. When was the last time you masturbated?

Today

68. When was the last time you had sex?

Yesterday, I think.

69. When was the last time you watched porn?

Today

70. Have you ever bought a sex toy? If so, which one did you buy last? First sex toy? If not, which one do you plan on buying when you do?

Clit stimulator.

71. Guys:Circumsized?

I’m a gorl

72. Which not-genital part of your body do you like being touched?

My hips

73. Which genital part of your body do you like being touched?

Nip nops

74. Girls:Are you able to achieve orgasm just through breast stimulation?

75. Have you anonymously sent a sexual ask to someone on tumblr?

Yeah, hell yeah. I’ve been here for 10 years tf

76. When was the last time you have had a wet dream?

GIRL

77. Which wet dream was your favorite?

GIRL!!!!!!!

78. Is there a friend you would willingly have sex with?

Yes

79. Is there a celebrity/character you would willingly have sex with?

Yes

80. Favorite sexual position?

Asked already

81. Do you like being called a slut or whore in bed?

Yuhhhh

82. Are you into any BDSM?

Yessss

83. Have you ever wanted to have sex with someone but knew you couldn't for any reason? Why?

Yeah, cause they were toxic.

84. Do you like dirty talk?

Love it.

85. Are you loud or quiet during sex? Masturbation?

I’m loud when nobody is around.

86. Have you ever been inturrepted during sex or masturbation? Who/what?

Mom........... lmao

87. What kind of porn do you like to watch?

ALL KINDS

88. Have you ever confessed to someone that you got an erection over them? What about masturbated to them?

I’m a girl, so first off....

89. Have you ever masturbated because your sexual partner wasn’t there when you needed them?

Yeah, he was at work. lmao

90. Have you ever had a one night stand? Do you still keep in contact with them?

Nope and Nope

91. Have you ever had a friends with benefits? Are they still beneficial?

I’ve had exes with benefits, and no lmaoooo

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Pairing: SKZ’s Chan x OC [Yeon] Genre: college!au, slice of life, slight fluff Word Count: 5,693 Summary: Yeon was peacefully watching a movie at home until her brother disrupted her. Then she finds herself going to the movies with her siblings and her brother’s friends. What can she do though?

Warning: siblings playful fight. some curse words. i think that’s it.

yo, hey! i’m sorry that it’s another SKZ story, but hey it is what it is. lol and if you haven’t watched Detective Pikachu, then please do! it’s so cute. i didn’t put any spoilers in here if you haven’t watched it yet. lol but yeah, that’s about it and so happy reading and kthxbai, Admin Lia~

revised 9.13.20

"Yeon. Can you leave and go hang out somewhere else?" Minho asked his step-sister while standing in front of the TV blocking her view.

She swerved her head to look around him while speaking and not paying her step-brother any attention.

"No. I was here first. You're blocking my view of Xiao Nai and Bei Weiwei who are about to actually meet in real life."

Minho stepped into her line of sight and blocked her view once again.

"Can't you be like Seul and watch it in your room or something?"

"No. Why can't you go into your room and do whatever it is that you wanna do in there?"

Yeon paused the film and finally glanced up at Minho awaiting his response.

"I can't. I have friends over and it'll be too cramped." Minho answered.

"That's not my fault." Yeon replied indifferently while hugging her large stuffed rabbit that she was partially lying upon and continued to watch her movie. "Besides, the parents told us that we weren't supposed to have anyone over."

"Yeah, they're not here and I can do whatever I want." Minho remarked just as he tugged her plush doll out from under her and began to softly hit her with it. "Move so that I can have the living room, Yeon."

"Ugh, fuckin' Minho. No and stop it. You're so annoying."

She blocked the attacks while standing up to get even with him. Minho slightly feared for his life as he knew that Yeon doesn't hold back even if the other person was the opposite gender, but continued to attack his sister until the two tumbled to the ground and Yeon was now the one softly hitting her brother with the stuffed toy.

"You little shit. I took care of your cats for free and this is the appreciation I get?"

Yeon gave her brother one final little hit before standing up while huffing and letting the rabbit drop on top of him.

"Little asshole. Next time ask someone else to take care of them and I hope they charge you a lot."

Once Yeon had gotten all of that out of her system and looked in a random direction to not stare at Minho's body, her eyes met with a familiar face among the seven other people standing there. Yeon quickly averted her gaze out of embarrassment because she didn't know that he was friends with her brother.

"Fuck my life." She mumbled to herself before glaring down at Minho who had turned on his side while petting the stuffed rabbit to cast her a slight smirk.

"Why didn't you say that they were already here, you jerk."

Yeon lightly kicked Minho's thigh as he just laughed at her not responding back.

"I'ma eat all of your strawberry ice cream and tell Dad that it was you who broke his bookshelf and not Doongie."

"Ah, wait, Yeon. Please don't eat my ic-" Minho called out, but Yeon rushed off not letting him finish his sentence.

"Um, you good?" Seul asked her sister upon Yeon entering her bedroom without a knock.

"Minho's friends are here." Yeon informed her, but not answering her sister's question.

"He knows that Dad told us not to have anyone over, right?"

"He does, but he doesn't care."

"Well, that's Minho for you. Lucky for him since the parents will be gone for the week. Anyways, is that why you're in here now? Because you think his friends are cute." Seul teased as Yeon rolled her eyes and sat on Seul's desk chair as the younger female was occupying her own bed.

"Not even." Yeon denied. "I just embarrassed myself a while ago."

Seul laughed.

"What did you do?"

"I beat up Minho with Maki while his friends were quietly watching it all go down."

Seul laughed louder. Yeon wasn't amused and rolled her eyes until her sister's laughing died down.

"It's not that funny."

"That's pretty funny because that's so you."

"Shut up, but the dumb part is that I know one of them."

"Oh?" Seul let out in surprised. "Who? Do I know him?"

"Bang Chan."

Seul perked up upon hearing the name with a teasing look.

"Ohh, the one with that Australian accent, right?"

"Yes." Yeon confirmed while narrowing her eyes cautiously upon noticing her sister's expression. "What about it?"

"I have a classmate that has an Australian accent, too. I wonder if they're related."

"Oh okay. Same accent must mean they're related."

"You never know since I hardly come across other people with another accent." Seul stated before returning back to the previous top. "This is the same Bang Chan that made you a playlist when y'all first met so that you can listen to something while studying and even to sleep better, right?" Seul cooed playfully afterwards while Yeon rolled her eyes soon afterwards with a bored look.

"Yes, but that doesn't mean anything."

"Yeah, sure. It's been like what? Four years that y'all met?"

"Yes and I wasn't aware he Chan knew Minho. Then again, I never met any of Minho's friends. Also Chan and I only hung out at school, but it's weird because Minho attends the same one. Even you go there."

"Yeah, but I don't hang out with you at school either."

"True."

"Anyways, Yeon," Seul dismissed the current topic an went back to the previous one, "You can't hide in here forever. I have to run errands in a bit."

"What errands?"

"I need to get supplies for an assignment for one of my classes. It's due by the end of this week."

"Wow. Always last minute with you."

"Yeah, of course. You know how I roll. Anyways, do you wanna come with me then?"

"No." Yeon quickly declined with a disgusted look. "I hate shopping with you."

"Oh, c'mon. I hate going to places by myself."

"You're seriously just picking up stuff. It's different."

"Yeah, but I'll probably need help carrying the stuff."

"Nah. That's your fault. Should buy yourself one of those wagon things."

"You were supposed to get that for me for Christmas."

"Oh, right. I'll get it for you later."

"Mmhmm. I've been waiting for like two years now."

"You'll get it when you get it. Why not ask Minho's friends to help you out?"

"No. That's weird. I don't know them. Anyways, you wanna come or not?"

When Yeon and Seul were ready to leave the duo had walked out into the living room towards the door. Since Seul had walked out first, she happened to noticed one of Minho's friends who also spotted her before a goofy expression appeared on his face. The said male quickly rose from his spot on the floor before quickly making his way towards Seul. The rest of the boys curiously watched their friend stand up and headed towards the female duo. Seul with a small smirk pulled Yeon in front of her which resulted in the male to envelop the older sister instead within his embrace as his eyes had closed upon contact.

"Seul! I've missed you." He cooed with affection as Yeon silently freaked out and tried to squirm out of his hold upon the unexpected skinship from the random male.

"Sorry, but you got the wrong person." Yeon told him a second later causing the male to open his eyes and stared wide-eyed at Yeon apologetically.

"I'm so sorry."

Hyunjin instantly released Yeon causing her to stumble away from him before catching her balance and steadying herself a moment later. Hyunjin then faced the right person and pouted at her with sad eyes.

"That was not funny, Seul."

"Don't be such a baby." Seul said with a laugh. "You'll live, Hyunjin."

"You guys know each other?" Minho asked directing the question at his friend and little sister causing the two to turned their attention towards Minho.

"I'm her boyfriend." Hyunjin answered proudly with a large smile while Seul replied with a small smile and nonchalant tone. "He's a classmate."

Hyunjin's jaw dropped in disbelief as he faced his girlfriend.

"Did you just say I was your classmate and not your boyfriend?"

"Yeah. Technically, you are also my classmate." Seul stated indifferently before gesturing at a few of Minho's friends. "So is Felix, Seungmin, Jisung, and Jeongin."

"Hi, Seul!" The four greeted her happily while coming over to the female to give her hugs like they usually would do upon greeting each other.

"Hey, hey, that's my girlfriend. No touchy. Back away." Hyunjin huffed as he pushed his friends away with a playful smack once they got done hugging Seul and had move back to settling themselves in the living room again. "When did y'all become friends without me knowing?"

"Honestly, I didn't even know that y'all were friends. It's kinda weird now that I see all of you gathered in my home."

"You're telling me." Minho commented with a disgusted look.

Yeon shot Minho a look.

"Well, we wouldn't have to if you just didn't invite anyone over."

"Well, technically, I didn't, but now that I think about it you need friends, anyways."

"Wow, what a jerk. I have friends and it's weird if I become friends with your friends, too."

"My friends are a whole lot better than yours."

"You keep it up, Minho, I'ma tell Mom that it was you who made all the photo frames cracked and that it wasn't Soonie and Dori."

"Fine, Yeon, but I thought I could deal with one of them knowing my sister, but now five more of them knowing the other sister. Bleh. It's too much."

"You'll live. You have nine lives, anyways."

Seul brushed him off with a chuckle.

"Psh, I wish. Since when were you dating my friend, Seul?"

"I didn't know he was your friend. Actually, I've never met any of your friends until now."

"Yeah. I didn't know that this Seul was the sister you were talking about, Minho, that was the same Seul who was my girlfriend." Hyunjin commented as he clung onto Seul with a happy expression.

"Anyways," Seul interjected while letting her boyfriend hold her for a bit before directing her attention onto her brother, "Yeon and I are gonna go shopping right now and so we'll be back later."

"Oh, then buy me food." Minho tells them nonchalantly.

"Buy your own food." Yeon retorts with a narrow look at her brother. "Seul needs to buy school supplies and that's why I'm accompanying her since she hates going to places by herself."

"Oh. Is it for Mr. Heo's class?" Felix pipes from his spot. "I'll come, too, since I gotta buy stuff for his class, too."

"Go buy yourself." Hyunjin rejected the idea. "I'll go with Seul instead."

"Okay, cool. Go to the store with your boyfriend, Seul." Yeon stated with a smile. "I don't need to go now."

"Then you buy the food, Yeon." Minho repeated with a smirk. "You're the oldest and Dad left his card with you."

Yeon walked towards Minho while pulling out her father's credit card from one of her pockets and handed it to Minho.

"Just call delivery. I'll be busy."

"Doing what?"

"Watching Detective Pikachu."

"By yourself?" Minho asked with a judging expression.

Yeon cast him a 'duh' face.

"Yeah, obviously."

"Ohh, let's all go watch a movie together!" Jeongin exclaimed with a bright smile.

"I agree with Jeongin. Let's go watch a movie together." Jisung agreed with excited eyes. "We can finally watch Endgame."

"Hold up, Jisung," Seungmin interjected himself into the conversation, "I thought we were supposed to play games and hangout here?"

"We can do that another time, Woojin." A third person spoke wearing all black. "Let's all go watch Endgame since we're all free right now."

"Changbin's right." Felix said with a nod. "We can play games after watching Endgame."

"Ohh, yeah, I agree to what Felix says." Hyunjin inputted right after. "Let's do that instead."

"I'm going shopping, not to the movies." Seul stated giving her boyfriend a slightly annoyed look. "You can do that with your friends without me."

"We can go supplies shopping after the movies" He reasoned with a gentle smile.

Seul shrugged not minding it either way now that she thought about it.

"Sure, I guess."

"I'm pretty sure that Yeon said she wanted to watch Detective Pikachu and not Endgame." Chan reasoned giving them a curious look. "I don't think she wants to watch what we want to watch."

Everyone turned to face Yeon who at that moment had just turned to look over her shoulder to make sure that no one had noticed that she was trying to leave the place. She let out an embarrassed laugh upon being caught while catching the eye of Chan who shot her an amused smile who's been quiet this whole time.

"What?" She asked feeling like she had missed out on something.

"So what do you say, Yeon?" Chan asked her all of a sudden.

"Say to what?" She questioned now all confused upon not paying attention to their conversation earlier.

Chan smiled as he repeated the two options.

"I know that you want to see Detective Pikachu, but the other boys minus your brother wants to watch Endgame. So which one do you say to?"

"Hello. How may I help you?" The staff asked Yeon upon going up to the window at the cinemas although she glanced to her right upon seeing Chan standing there right beside her as well.

She ignored him and paid her attention onto the worker.

"Uh yeah, hi. Can I have eight tickets for Avengers: Endgame and two tickets for Detective Pikachu, please?"

The staff clarified the information before confirming the correct amount of tickets for said movies. Yeon handed her card towards the staff, but she also saw that Chan had also offered his as well. The staff looked between the two wondering which one to take. Yeon reached out her other hand to gently push Chan's arm away.

"This one, please." Yeon moved her card forward, but Chan did the same thing after getting his arm pushed away.

"Actually, this one instead please."

"Just choose whichever one." Yeon said in hopes that the staff would take her card in the end.

The staff didn't as Chan's card was taken instead to pay for the tickets. She shot him a look.

"Why did you do that?"

"My treat." He answered with a smile while taking back his card once the transaction went through.

Before Yeon could countered his reply, the staff spoke again.

"Here you go. Please enjoy the movie."

"Thank you and will do." Chan thanked the worker while taking the tickets.

He walked back to the group of nine as Yeon followed behind a bit reluctantly.

"So Yeon's watching Detective Pikachu and I'm assuming the other person watching it with her is you, Seul, right?"

Chan asked upon handing one of the two tickets for Detective Pikachu to Seul.

"Yup, that's me." Seul confirmed as she took the ticket from Chan. "Thank you."

"You're not gonna watch Endgame with me?" Hyunjin said to Seul with a pout.

"Nope," Seul shook her head with a smile, "But have fun with just the nine of you."

"Okay, but next time let's just come back when it's just the two of us."

"Sure, Hyunjin."

"Alright, lovebirds. Continue this another time when we're not here." Seungmin interjected a bit disgusted by his friend's lovey-dovey behavior with his girlfriend.

"I think it's cute to see Hyunjin like this." Chan commented with a dad-like smile.

"Okay, snacks time!" Changbin exclaimed happily as he rushed to the concession stand first with everyone else in tow.

Yeon told the group to order whatever they wanted and that she'll pay at the end when it was her turn. She even informed the other people behind them that they were a large group and to go to the other registers when they were free. After doing so, Yeon stood off to the side to hear everyone's order while memorizing all the items so that nothing was forgotten and everything ordered was there and be properly paid for.

Once everything was confirmed with everyone else getting a drink of their own while also sharing several of the snacks among them, Yeon finally stepped up to the cashier and put in her own order. It wasn't until a moment later when she realized that it was already paid for when a card and receipt was handed towards her as she hadn't had the chance to give her own card as payment. She stared at the items with a puzzled look before seeing a hand reach out to pluck them from the worker. Yeon looked over to see Chan smiling at her like earlier.

"When did you give them your card?" Yeon whispered to him while standing off to the side to await her drink and popcorn.

"Way before you went up just now and right after Jeongin." Chan replied with another smile.

"Chan, that was like six people ago." Yeon deadpanned with a frown.

"Cheer up, Yeon. It's fine. Remember, I told you it was my treat."

"But you already paid for the tickets, Chan. I don't get why you're treating in the first place."

"It's fine. C'mon, let's go catch up with the others."

Chan took her things with another smile while motioning his head to their large group who were waiting for them. Once again, Yeon reluctantly trailed after him with a sigh while becoming antsy with him already paying twice for their large group. Chan handed Yeon her items when she finally caught up to them.

"Okay. Since Detective Pikachu ends earlier than Endgame, we'll text you once it's over and meet up somewhere." Minho informed his sisters. "Sounds good?"

"Yeah." The sister's agreed with a nod and thumbs up.

"Okay. See ya later. Enjoy your movie!”

The two groups bid one another goodbye while parting different ways.

"Aww, Pikachu is so cute with his little hat and what not." Seul commented once she and Yeon left the show room. "That was a cute movie."

"I know right. He was seriously adorable." Yeon agreed with a chuckle. "I kinda expected what was gonna happen earlier in the movie because I read the synopsis of the game it was based on, but it was still unexpected at the end. So still good for a live adaptation of it. They did good."

"Yeah, they sure did. By the way, do you know what that one Pokemon was near the end. The pink one?"

"The pink one? Oh the big pink and fluffy one, right?"

"Yeah."

"Ahh, no, but I'll look it up later for you.'

"Okay, because I don't remember seeing that one and it was kinda cute. Reminded me of Jiggly Puff or that one that hangs out with Nurse Joy."

"It was cute and fluffy, but doesn't look like a Chansey or Blissey."

The duo stopped walking and stayed off to the side while looking about the mall. The pair wondered what they should do while waiting for the boys.

"So, what do you wanna do next?" Yeon asked her sister.

Seul shrugged before answering. "I dunno. Wanna get ice cream?"

"So, does Chan like you?" Seul asked Yeon once the duo settled at a table after ordering their ice cream.

Yeon almost choked on her ice cream, but recovered shortly afterwards.

"Why do you say that?"

"Because he paid for our tickets and food."

"What does that have to do with him liking me?"

"Because you didn't pay even though you wanted to."

"You saw?"

"Mmhmm."

Seul then cast her sister a mischievous smile.

"I think he really likes you. I just feel it in my jellies."

Yeon rolled her eyes at the mention of the phrase, but a small smile graced her lips upon hearing it.

"Oh, I'll take that as a sign that you like him."

"What sign?"

"You just smiled."

"I was smiling about the jellies part."

"Yeah, sure. Anyways, do you like him?"

"And if I do?"

"Nothing." Seul said with a shrug. "It just make sense."

Yeon rolled her eyes and directed the conversation elsewhere.

"So, your little boyfriend is a friend of Minho’s. How do you feel about that?"

"It is what it is, but it is a little weird."

"I don't blame you. Anyways, let's go buy you your school supplies so that we can leave once the boys are done with their movie."

"Okay."

Yeon and Seul had just stepped out of the store they were in to be bombarded by a worrying Minho and Hyunjin coming up to them upon having spotted the female pair. Well, Hyunjin worrying more about Seul than Yeon.

"Yah! I've been calling and messaging you like crazy. Why didn't you check your phone?" Hyunjin asked with an exasperated tone directed at Seul.

"Oh, my bad. It was in my bag. I forgot to take it off silent mode." Seul answered with a neutral tone not feeling bad whatsoever.

"At least you could've text us where you guys were gonna be." Minho reasoned as Yeon replied him with a weird look. "You could've tracked Seul's location since you both have iPhones."

"I did when I remembered that."

"Okay, there you go. We're fine."

Yeon then reached into her back pocket, pulled out her father's card, and offered it to Minho. Minho took it with a puzzled look.

"Why are you giving me this?"

"Use it or whatever. I'm going home."

"Why?"

"I'm tired."

"Oh, then feed my cats when you get home."

"Feed your own cats."

"I'm not going home, but you are."

"Only because I was originally only suppose to come help Seul with her school stuff." Yeon reasoned with an annoyed tone. "Also because I don't wanna do anything else now that I finally got the chance to watch Detective Pikachu. Basically, my day out is over now."

"I'll be nice, please."

"Fine. Just because I'm nice and a good sister."

"Thank you, Yeon." Minho thanked her sincerely and she dismissed him indifferently.

"Yeah, yeah. You're welcome."

"Oh, since you're going back home then, Yeon, can you take these back for me?" Seul asked while handing her sister all of her shopping bags.

"Why?"

"Hyunjin wants to go on a date now."

Yeon cast Hyunjin an amused look.

"Really?"

Hyunjin nodded with a shy look.

"If you don't mind?"

"Why would I? Go on your little date then."

Yeon took Seul's stuff within her grasps as Hyunjin happily dragged Seul away somewhere, but not before thanking Yeon.

"Thank you so much, Yeon! I owe you one!"

Yeon just wave them off not really caring if Hyunjin did owe her one or not. The rest of the group watched the pair until their figures disappeared from sight.

"He's so in love and it's disgusting." Jeongin commented with a slight shiver.

Felix placed an arm around Jeongin with a nod.

"That it is, but I feel sorry for Seul though since she has to deal with him majority of the time now."

"True, but at least we now don't have to deal with his affectionate ass." Jisung agreed with a relieved grin.

"Anyways," Yeon interjected as all the males' attention turned towards her, "Y'all have fun and make sure that Minho doesn't lose the card or his ass won't be able to care for his cats ever again. Okay, later!"

Yeon cast them one last smile with a small wave before swiftly turning around and walking away from the group of eight with a slight bounce to her steps. Yeon was casually humming to herself until she felt and heard another presence behind her. She rolled her eyes, but didn't turn back already knowing who it was.

"Y'know, you're just making it even more obvious, Bang Chan."

She heard Chan chuckled from behind her before he matched her pace and was now walking alongside her.

"Making what obvious?" Chan asked curiously while glancing over at her every now and then.

"How much you wanna bother me now that we're outside school."

"Is that so?"

"Mmhmm. First you paid for the tickets and then you paid for the snacks." She reminded him.

"I don't see how that's relevant though."

"It just is. Anyways, don't forget I remember how much you wanted to hangout outside of school, but couldn't."

"Because you always came up with an excuse on why we couldn't."

"Those weren't excuses." She shot him a slight glare before facing forward again. "They were legitimate reasons."

"Oh yeah, I'm sure they were." He agreed with a sarcastic and playful tone.

"They were." Yeon persisted casting him a look, but turning away shortly afterwards while mumbling to herself. "Jerk."

Chan laughed having caught the word, but didn't say anything as the pair excited the mall and were on their way to the metro station.

"So how was Detective Pikachu?" Chan asked Yeon a moment later.

"Good. It was a good movie. He reminded me of you." Yeon casually voiced out without thinking much of it.

Chan let out a disbelief laugh.

"Really? How?"

"Y'all are both cute one minute and then weird the next. Also, you're both clingy in a certain type of way that isn't openly obvious."

"So what you're saying is that you think I'm cute, weird, and clingy?"

"Basically."

"Wow, Yeon. I didn't know you saw me like that."

"There's a lot of things you don't know about me."

"I do know that you really enjoy the playlist I made for you on Spotify."

"Because you have good taste in music and it's versatile."

"Oh, thank you, Yeon." Chan thanked her as he wasn't expecting her to compliment him like that since he just wanted to tease her for fun.

"You're welcome. Thanks for making me one. It has helped a lot."

Chan suddenly turned shy, but still thanked Yeon while trying to brush if off.

"Ahh, thanks, but it's not a big deal. Glad that it helped out."

"Mmhmm."

The two grew quiet as they went about the metro station to find the right line to get them home and stepping into the right subway compartment. The two sat side by side one another before Yeon shot Chan a slightly annoyed look.

"So are you gonna accompany all the way home before you head back to the others?"

"Hmm, nope."

"Oh, then what are you gonna do after?"

"Chill with you until the others get back. Maybe we can watch a movie and relax."

"Oh?" Yeon let out with a suggestive tone until Chan slightly panicked with a chuckle and tried to explain himself.

"Ah, no, Yeon. I didn't mean it like that."

"Then how was it supposed to be meant, Chan?"

"Just chill and probably listen to music or watch a movie or whatever you feel like doing since it's your place. We can play games, too. Just those type of things."

Yeon laughed at Chan's flustered appearance as he explained himself before her laughter died down and she tiredly replied back to him.

"Anyways, Chan, I really don't wanna do anything with you or the others when they get back. I'm going to sleep when I get home."

"Aww, it's not even six yet and you're already retiring for the day?"

"Shut up, Bang Chan. I can do whatever I want. You're not my mom."

Yeon jerked her head away from him to lean it against the window like a child. Chan chuckled at her behavior before pulling his earbuds from his pockets and placing one airpod into his ear and the other in Yeon's ear. She jerked away from the item and looked at Chan weirdly before noticing what it was.

"Ahh, sorry, Chan, but I can't wear those. They don't fit in my ears properly." Yeon explained to him with an apologetic look. "They always pop out for some reason."

"Is that an excuse or an actual reason, Yeon?" Chan asked with an amused tone.

"It's a real reason." Yeon pouted without realizing it. "That's why I don't wear earbuds or something similar, but headphones instead."

"I don't think I believe you."

"I don't care if you do or not."

"C'mon, Yeon. It's a long ride and there's a new song I want you to listen to."

"Can't you just add it to the playlist?"

"Yes, but music always helps every situation and needs to be share constantly."

Chan still held out the other piece for her to take and Yeon let out a sigh before taking it in her left hand after moving the other bags to her right one.

"Fine, whatever you say, Chan."

Chan smiled giddily as he scrolled through his phone to find a song while Yeon placed the airpod into her ear, but kept her hand by her ear to hold the small item in place. She didn't want it to fall out along the ride and lose something that wasn't hers. The music softly started to fill into her left ear as Yeon's attention was drawn to the view passing by outside. She wanted to avoid looking at Chan since she felt like her face would reveal her shy demeanor upon being in their current position.

Chan fiddle with his phone some more before contently putting it away and glanced at Yeon a second later. He realized that she wasn't making up an excuse and was actually holding the airpod against her ear with her hand. As Yeon watched the view outside, Chan also glanced out the window to gaze at the now darkening view, but his eyes lingered every so often to admire Yeon beside him with a soft smile gracing his lips.

"Stop looking at me like that." Yeon mumbled only for Chan to hear upon noticing his gaze on her due to the reflection of the windows.

"Like what?" Chan mused not being phased about having been caught.

"Like you're admiring me or whatever."

Yeon tried to keep her tone neutral, but deep down inside she was becoming fluster by his constant stares and soft smiles. She still couldn't face him properly and only watched his reflection talk to her.

"What if I am?" Chan admitted still with the amused tone to his voice.

"Can we like not do this while riding the metro? It's weird."

"No, Yeon. It's easier because you can't run away."

Yeon swiftly faced him with a confused look.

"Run away from what? And don't tell me about it having to do something with my feelings for you, too, and all that lovey-dovey stuff."

"I didn't have to. You just did."

Yeon was about to deny it, but realized she did and closed her mouth. She decided to say something else to Chan instead before turning her gaze away from him.

"Shut up."

Chan laughed before speaking again when his laughter died down.

"So do you wanna watch a movie just the two of us next time?"

"Like in as a date?" Yeon asked for confirmation while turning her attention on to Chan.

"Yeah, like a date." Chan clarified.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because then you'll pay again and I won't be able to do so."

"Okay then, how about this. We alternate every time we go out."

"You really just want an excuse to hang out with me don't you?"

"Mmhmm, but it's not really an excuse if we start dating because I don't need an excuse to see my girlfriend."

"Ew."

Yeon elbowed him away as her hands were unable to slap at him. Chan laughed as he nudged her playfully.

"I know that made your heart jumped a little despite how you reacted."

"Shut up, Bang Chan, and just let me suffer in peace."

"Why suffer alone when we can do it together, Yeon?"

"Because I don't think you'll live to see another."

"I'll take my chances."

"Ugh. I wished I never sat next to you on the first day we met."

"Oh why not? I only passed that class because you shared your notes with me."

"You passed just like everyone else in that class because I was the only one who actually took notes for it that made sense for y'all to comprehend and shared it."

"To which I'm totally grateful for, Yeon."

"Whatever. Don't talk to me until we get home."

"Aww, but I thought we were just growing closer to one another just now."

"I can't handle you right now."

"That's just mean, Yeon."

"I'm gonna move to another spot and let you suffer by yourself if you don't stop."

"Okay, okay."

Chan relented with a defeated laugh as Yeon glared at him, but it softened into a playful glare a moment later upon seeing Chan's smiling face.

"Fine, Chan. We can have a movie date this weekend." Yeon said already giving in to the male.

"At a theater or one of our places?"

"Wherever as long as no one else tags along."

"Okay. An actual movie theater where I'll pay it is then."

"I didn't mention about you paying, Chan."

"I know, Yeon." Chan said with a smug look as Yeon just shook her head knowing she wasn't going to win with this whole thing.

"Okay, yeah, sure, fine, whatever, Chan. You win."

Chan laughed upon hearing her response before speaking.

"It was never about winning, Yeon. It was just about you acknowledging me."

Yeon didn't respond with a shake of her head in disbelief of what Chan had just said, but with a slight smirk and on impulse she quickly hooked their arms together before the airpod in her ear could fall out. Placing her left hand against her ear again, Yeon faced the window to stare at the scenery once more with a soft smile upon her lips.

As for Chan, his heart thudded against his chest at Yeon's sudden skinship before glancing at her. He saw how shy she looked after doing so, but didn't say anything. Instead a slow smile crept onto his face as he once again quietly admired her profile and the view of the night sky as it passed on by.

#staytheb #stray kids scenarios #bang chan

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mlpdestinyverse · 6 years ago

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“Sunny Streaks (Bonus)”

Same event, another perspective.

Feat: Summer Rush

Story and Description Under The Cut!

Spitfire: -hums in approval as Summer Rush lands after finishing her flight maneuver- Not bad, Zippy! Summer Rush: (!!) -slides her goggles up and grins at Captain Spitfire and her second-in-command, Vapor Trail. She approaches the two who are standing at the sidelines of the runway- Thank you, ma’m! Vapor Trail: -beams warmly- I think you’ve mastered that move at this point! -sighs contently- It’s going to be so great, having you on tour with us…! Being away from home for such a long time might be weird at first, but...hopefully not too weird? Summer: -chuckles and shakes her head- Nah! I mean, my family might miss me, but it’ll be okay! I think I’m ready to really get out there. Vapor: -giggles- That’s the spirit, hun! Spitfire: (!) -glances behind Summer, and snorts- Well, well...speak of the devil and she will appear… Summer: (?) -turns around and though surprised, she immediately brightens seeing her mother and father trotting towards her- Oh! Gosh, I thought they’d drop by right before we left! Spitfire: Well I don’t know about you, Gush, but I can see that twinkle in Dust’s eye all the way from here and we ALL know what that means… -snrks as Summer playfully squints at her. She then pulls down her own goggles- Just don’t take too long! I expect you back in the skies fifteen minutes tops. Got it? Summer: -salutes- Got it, ma’m!

Vapor: Heh, see you Zippy! -flies after Spitfire into the sky-

Summer: -happily faces her parents as they draw closer. She takes in Lightning’s near giddy expression and how tired yet relieved Dumbbell seems to be. She extends her wings invitingly- Hi guys! Lightning Dust: Sunny~! -wraps her arms and wings around her daughter and sways her back and forth, causing Summer to laugh cheerily. She pulls back with a prideful smirk- We saw that trick you did theeeere~ What an amazing Somersault Twist! -lightly taps Summer’s nose with a feather- Or should I say... Summersault Twist? Summer: -jokingly groans- Mooom! -giggles and turns to beam up at her father- So what brings you guys here so early, anyway? Lightning: Psh, we wanted to check up on our little champ~ Dumbbell: Your mom wanted to check up on y- OW! -shoots a glare at Lightning, who had “inconspicuously” kicked him with her hind hoof- Lightning: -smiles sweetly, ignoring Dumbbell’s grumbles- As I was saying, we just wanted to see you in your element~ Dumbbell: -shakes his head at Lightning before stepping forward. He affectionately slides his own wing across Summer’s back before giving her a warm, genuine smile- And you were absolutely awesome. Even if that freefall uh.... -rubs the back of his head and laughs uncomfortably- Let’s just say I’m glad you’re not a pancake...b-but I know you know what you’re doing! Summer: Aww, dad…-leans into his one-winged hug- It’s alright! I’m nowhere near perfect, but I always make sure to stay safe. Lightning: -leans in and smiles smugly- Hey Bell? Remember those times when you doubted her? Dumbbell: Ugh... Light… Lightning: Oh no no, I’m NEVER letting that go. -pushes her muzzle into his grumpy face, jabbing a wing feather into his chest- The maneuvers were “too much for a filly like her” you said. Well look at her now, buddy! -pulls away from him to stand next to Summer, puffing out her chest as her eyes glimmer- We mares can do anything you stallions can, if not better~ Dumbbell: -drags a hoof down his face, groaning louder- Alright, alright! -glances off to the side- Geez, I was just… Summer: -chuckles, remembering how her father used to fret over seeing her practice air tricks. Heck, he used to fret over her training regime in general. That used to lead to somewhat heated spats between her parents (well...heated on her mother’s end. Her mother admittedly had quite a temper...), but she was so glad they were past those days- Dad was just worried! Give him a break, mom. Dumbbell: Thank you! Summer: …-innocently taps her hooves together- Buuuut she is right, though. -Lightning’s grin widens and she holds out her wing, to which Summer gives her a low wing-five. Summer then bursts into a fit of laughter, seeing the deadpan look her father is shooting them. Dumbbell: Mares. I swear… -As Summer’s laughter dies off, she blinks, noticing something floating about on the winds above. She recognizes the object as a paper, though closer inspection leads her to notice another paper...and then two others drifting about. Her curious blue eyes follow the direction they’re flying from until she notices two more take off into the wind, originating from...one of the buildings?- Dumbbell: (?) What’s up, Sunny? Summer: I wonder where those papers are coming from… ....-curiosity gets the best of her- Sorry guys, I’ll be right back! Gonna check it out! -flaps and takes off- Lightning: Wait wh- Summer! -watches as her daughter flies away. Her happy demeanor falls and her eye twitches- Ugh...I swear that girl is too damn curious for her own good...she knows she has to get right back to training after this! Dumbbell: Psh, if you’re worried about that, then why did we bother interrupting her- -winces, seeing the harsh glare his wife shoots him, and holds up his hooves- Okay okay, right, don’t question you, I’ll shut up… Lightning: -huffs and extends her wings- Stay put, I’ll get her… -Summer flaps her wings to slow down before landing on her targeted cloud. She notices that no one else is around and is instead greeted by the sight of a bunch of papers, scattered in the shadows and sunlight beside the tall building. Tilting her head she steps forward, her eyes analyzing the scene before her. It’s then that she notices a detail - faint hoof imprints in the fluffy white of the cloud. Summer: Huh...somepony was just here. Lightning: -lands behind Summer, wrinkling her nose at the sight- Looks like the work of literrers to me…-sniffs, turning her head while lifting her nose high- Leave them be. This isn’t worth your time, Sunny, it’s not your mess to clean up. Summer: -only half-hears her mother, picking up one of the papers to skim for herself. She mentally notes how pretty the flier design is- “The Cutie Mark Sanctuary”...I think I’ve heard that name before. (!) Oh! They’re holding some sort of volunteer event! To showcase talents to kids! -smiles fondly as she squishes one of her cheeks with a hoof- Awww, that’s so cute! Oh, I want to go... Lightning: -takes the paper from Summer’s hoof, squinting at it- Hmph...not sure why you’d want to go someplace with a ton of shrieking children, but looks like you’ll be away on tour anyway. Summer: -leans in to look at the date on the paper, her eyebrows drawing back- Oh, you’re right...that’s too bad. Lightning: Yep. Too bad. -crumples the paper up into a ball- Summer: (!) Wha- Mom! Lightning: What? It’s trash now. Summer: -frowns- Somepony worked really hard on these...and they probably dropped them on accident. What if they need them? Lightning: -snorts in amusement, waving her hoof dismissively- Then that’s their problem, isn’t it? And it’s just paper, they can just reprint them- -trails off, noticing how Summer is eyeing her disapprovingly. Lightning quickly changes her tempo, forcing out a laugh- Kidding! Geez, I’m kidding! -steps closer to Summer and pulls out her best grin, playfully pushing Summer’s shoulder (though maybe a bit too roughly)- Goodness, you need to stop taking me so seriously, baby girl! Summer: -a hesitant smile pulls at the corner of her mouth before she focuses back on the papers- I wonder if I should return them… Lightning: -though she’s hit with annoyance, she puts on her best motherly coo- Aw, sweetie...but that place is a biiiit far just to return some pieces of paper. Don’tcha think? Besides, you’re busy enough as things are, preparing for this tour! Summer: -sighs- You’re right...Spitfire will want me to get back to practice soon. -eyes the papers one more time, humming- ...I can at least put them in her office and have us hold onto them for now. Maybe they’ll come back. -leans down and begins picking the fliers up- If nopony comes for them, there’s at least one thing I can do… Lightning: Shred them? Summer: PFT no! Hand them out to the the rest of the Wonderbolt staff! To help spread the word? -laughs, shooting her mom a playful look- You’re such a silly filly today. Lightning: Oooh, of course, haha! Silly me! -The moment Summer turns her back, Lightning’s cheerful facade drops into displeasure as she rolls her eyes. She thinks about how Summer is too nice for her own good. Such a goody two-shoes who shouldn’t even be bothering with something so pointless. Yet as she watches Summer, she soon finds herself trotting over to help pick up some papers herself- Lightning: Alright, but once we drop these off, you absolutely have to show off that sweet Somersault Twist one more time before we leave. Deal? Summer: -chuckles, gathering the papers underneath a wing- Oh fiiiine~ Anything for you, mom.

A few notes:

“Zippy” is a nickname Summer earned from the Wonderbolts due to her odd hummingbird-like flight style and just how much she zipped about while trying to keep up with the other ‘bolts on her first day. The nickname was also made to sound child-like and be a poke at how she’s the youngest and smallest on the team (adult Summer is tragically mistaken for a teenager more times than she can count).

“Summer Gush” (or “Gush”) is a personal nickname Spitfire has fondly given to Summer. It references Lightning Dust's habit of...well, gushing about her daughter nearly every chance she gets. Spitfire first came up with it after the ‘bolts had already settled on “Zippy”. Although she too preferred a nickname that actually related to Summer herself, Spitfire thought "Gush" was faAAAR too clever to pass up. Spitfire of all the Wonderbolts is all too familiar with Lightning Dust. And while she isn’t very fond of the snooty and proud mare, she likes turning Lightning’s overbearing bragging into an inside joke. It’s an intentional jab at Lightning that she knew Summer would have no choice but to explain to her mom (though it didn’t hinder Lightning’s bragging in the slightest...unfortunately). Secondly, the lighthearted nickname seems to help alleviate some of the embarrassment Summer experiences at times over her mother’s boasting. So it’s a win-win. Spitfire tends to switch between the two nicknames (“Zippy” when addressing Summer during practice maneuvers, and “Gush” whenever Lightning is involved).

Yep! Soarin is no longer second-in-command! I imagine he retired to be a stay-at-home dad (and there’s a chaaaaance he’s with Spitfire, but I'm still thinking on it).

Vapor Trail and Sky Stinger were both lucky enough to join the oifficial Wonderbolts team some time back. And while Sky Stinger had a strong drive, Vapor’s humble loyalty and service to the ‘bolts reminded Spitfire of Soarin and earned the mare’s respect. Hence how, once Soarin' retired years down the line, it was Vapor Trail that Spirfire chose to take his place. Don’t worry about Sky Stinger being jealous, though. He and Vapor were a very supportive, inseparable duo. In time they came to recognize their stronger feelings for one another and are now happily married. Summer looks up to them and admires their relationship so much, hoping she’ll have something just as loving one day.

#Destinyverse #Summer Rush #Lightning Dust #Dumbbell #my little pony #mlp #mlp oc #mlp art #story

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